December 1, 2010

  • Dear God Why chp 7-8

    I made it to 50k! But my story’s nowhere near done yet. Lets hope that I’m able to pull it off and finish it!

     

    Title: Dear God Why is My Muse This Cliche?
    Fandom: Hetalia 
    Genre: Romance, Drama, College life, AU, yaoi
    Rating: M
    Pairing(s): Ivan/Gilbert, Ivan/Roderich, eventual Ivan/Gilbert/Roderich (all pairings are switchable. Because I win like that.)
    Summary: Cliche ass get together fic. With drama. Yay.
    Previous Chapters: 1/2, 3/4, 5/6
     

November 21, 2010

  • Dear God Why chp 5-6

    Two more chapters. And to give some hope, at around 30k words (or chapter nine), there is some nice Ivan/Roddy cuddling goin’ on. If that’s any incentive or a deterrent.

    And I’m not going to forget the header this time! Yay!

     

    Title: Dear God Why is My Muse This Cliche?
    Fandom: Hetalia 
    Genre: Romance, Drama, College life, AU, yaoi
    Rating: M
    Pairing(s): Ivan/Gilbert, Ivan/Roderich, eventual Ivan/Gilbert/Roderich (all pairings are switchable. Because I win like that.)
    Summary: Cliche ass get together fic. With drama. Yay.
    Previous Chapters: 1/2, 3/4

November 18, 2010

November 8, 2010

  • Nano 2010 ch 1-2

    So, here we are again. Have the first two chapters. I refuse to be responsible for any inconsistancies, words spell check screwed up, or the terrible OOCness that I’m sure that happens. A lot.
    However, enjoy!
    Title: Dear God Why is My Muse This Cliche?
    Fandom: Hetalia 
    Genre: Romance, Drama, College life, AU, yaoi
    Rating: M
    Pairing(s): Ivan/Gilbert, Ivan/Roderich, eventual Ivan/Gilbert/Roderich (all pairings are switchable. Because I win like that.)
    Summary: Cliche ass get together fic. With drama. Yay.
    Chapter One

     

    Roderich winced as the note seemed to linger in the room, he knew he was going to get yelled at for this one, as he was distracted and therefore, made the mistake. The one sour note was at the end of a chord, which meant it was more noticeable than if it were just a mere slip of the finger in a chromatic scale where it could have at least been played off as a modern composer trying to create a discord in order to convey some form of unease through the music. However, the glare from his professor meant that no amount of explanation was going to be able to dig him out of this one. He had already been scolded during the past week due to his lack of attention span, not that he was surprised. He tried to leave his problems at the door of the classroom, but it rarely seemed to be allowed to work out as such.

     

    “Mr. Edelstein,” his professor shouted, slamming his hand on the piano, making Roderich jump out of surprise and the fear that he was going to be hit next. Making multiple mistakes was not acceptable, and he didn’t want to have to explain to his parents on why he was failing at the one instrument that he loved dearly. “This is the THIRD sour note you have hit in the past fifteen minutes! I do not know what is wrong and I am not inclined to care, but would you play what is on the sheet! You are usually much better than this! From the top!”

     

    Taking in a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of anything except for the sheet music that sat before him, staring back at him as if it was mocking him. With a critical eye and quick hand, he began to play the piece again, trying his hardest to redeem himself as it was bad enough that he was a failure in his own eyes, he could at least try to give his professor some sense of security that this was a one time thing. He tried to keep his thoughts from invading his mind, just focus on the notes and commanding his feet and fingers on the movements that were required of him. He was happy to hear the piano sing in its perfectly tuned voice, not one sour note, which had his professor smiling again. All he had to do was concentrate at the score at hand, and everything would be able to fall into place.

     

    His professor smiled at him when he finished, Roderich deciding that he had redeemed himself enough so that he wouldn’t be yelled at again or the piano needing to be hit again. He felt sorry for the poor instrument for having to put up with the wrath of his professor, but he was sure that the piano had survived through much worse students and even had worse mistakes than those that he made only a short time before. He needed to really leave his problems at the door, as that way, such mistakes could be avoided.

    “I’m not sure what is distracting you lately, however you need to resolve it very soon. I cannot have you making such mistakes in the classroom with the concert only a few months away and you have not yet decided which pieces you are going to be preforming so we must rehearse all of them that you have perhaps like to do in order to try to see which ones you should do,” his professor sighed as Roderich allowed the last chord to sing throughout the empty room, the other students having already headed to the practice rooms for their own pieces. “I really do hope that you are able to get yourself together and a piece. You have talent Edelstein, and it shouldn’t be wasted like you seem to have been doing.”

    “Forgive me, however, I have had some unfortunate news come to me of late and it has been bothering me more than I’d like to admit. I thank you for your patience during this time and I have been entertaining thoughts on the pieces that I would like to do for the concert,” Roderich said truthfully. He had a few pieces picked out, and he hoped to have his selection down to about three by the time he was allowed to go back to the dorm, where the other source of his problems seemed to hang out more often than not. Well, both of them. “Again, please forgive my inability to leave this situation at the door as I try to do.”

    “You are dismissed for the day, Edelstein,” the professor sighed heavily. “Please, try to feel better by the concert. The other students are already practicing for it and I would like to see what kind of pieces you will preform myself. You have talent with this piano and I’d hate to see it go to waste on a piece that is below your level because you have not the time or patience to really rehearse anything else.”

    With a slight bow, Roderich gathered his belongings and music and headed off to his dorm, that he shared with two other men about the same age as he, however majoring in completely different areas. He always found it funny that they roomed together, but had so different ambitions that it would be hard for them to become friends, if they could be called that. He would rather leave them as acquittance, if the source of his daily headaches would leave him be for more than a few hours at a time. He hoped that the both of them were in class, as he couldn’t remember who had classes what day anymore, not since he had received the letter from his parents.

    His family was high born, and still believed arranged marriages helped to strengthen family ties and were able to create new alliances that would help both families become stronger in the end. However, it seemed that his bride to be, the girl that he grew up with and knew that one day he would be forced into a marriage with, started something of a feud and that the marriage was off, which complicated his life a little. he followed the examples set by his parents for most of his life, dictating what he could and could not do, what he was going to do with his life, as well as who he was going to marry. Roderich was sure that if his family could have a say, they would pick the gender of his eventual children as well as their names and life ambitions as well. Not that he didn’t like his life, he just felt a bit lost now that the line that had been so clear since childhood had been erased in the instant it took him to read the words. he was free of that part of the leash, and he wasn’t sure what to do but sit as his master’s feet and hopefully receive an order on what he was supposed to do.

    Not that he had any real interest in anyone else, sure his eyes had strayed from Elective a time or two, but he was male and he was pretty sure that his body had a mind of its own sometimes. however, he was loyal to her, and now that she was out of the picture, he wasn’t sure if he should just follow along with the rest of the world and play the dating game or just sit back and wait for his parents to find him a suitable girl for him to marry and once again, strengthen the family ties with that marriage instead.

    With a sigh, he found his way to his dorm, going in and looking at the mess that was the kitchen. Apparently Gilbert had decided to try his hand at cooking again, which usually had some interesting consequences. The annoyance didn’t seem to be around, which suited Roderich rather well, as he wanted some quiet and solitude right now and didn’t know if he would be able to handle the egotistical, loudmouthed German. The Russian that he roomed with usually didn’t bother him too much, but he didn’t want to deal with him either, as being alone to think this whole thing through would be best right now.

    Finding the apron that he had made himself from some of his mother’s old torn ones, Roderich tied the frayed ends behind him and began to clean up the mess that Gilbert had left him, wondering what in the seven hells that the man tried to cook this time. He sighed, the other should really just keep to making things that came out of a box, as that would make it a lot simpler for everyone else in the dorms. As they wouldn’t have to worry too much about the smoke detectors going off nor the suspicious smells of bring water when the German decided to forget the fact that he was trying to cook something and end up with burnt water and a ruined pan.

    Luckily, all the dishes seemed to be mostly in tact, which was more than Roderich had expected. It would seem that he was trying something of a simple dish today, although what that dish was he wasn’t too sure nor really cared as long as it came off easily from the pans it was stuck to. And the stove, knives, and other kitchen utensils that were in use during whatever escapade that he tried out while he was in class. Really, he didn’t mind cooking for his dorm mates, as the Russian had rather bland food for his tastes and…he could really do without the constant messes that seemed to crop up from the German.

    He felt eyes on him as he was doing the dishes, turning around to see Ivan looking at him with a sleepy expression and mused hair and clothing, the ever present scarf only partially around his neck, the scarring from something that he was curious about but would most likely never know the origin of peaking from it. It was rare that Ivan allowed himself to be seen in such a state, but Roderich decided that he should ignore it. He actually liked Ivan and got along with him quite well, as he found the man much more agreeable than Gilbert. Much, much more agreeable.

    “What time is it,” Ivan asked in hesitant German, rubbing his eyes. “Is it…after….”

    “It is two fifteen,” Roderich answered, going back to his dishes. “When is your next class? Hopefully you won’t be late.”

    . Figuring that he would be able to do that later, Roderich put his apron away and went to pick out his pieces for the concert.

    Going through his sheet music was calming, and the smell of printed paper and just even the look of notes on beige or start white paper just looked so nice, welcoming even. Not like his life that seemed to wander off into the great unknown, but something that would never change. For years to come, the same notes would be on the same sheets and sound the same on the piano as long as he played them right. They were a constant in a world of uncertainty, one that seemed to like to drop more and more surprises onto his head.

    Just as he was finished laying out the songs that he wanted to do, he winced as the door slammed open, the loud German was back, much to Roderich’s chagrin. He could already feel his headache coming on. He really hoped that Gilbert was going to hang out with some friends instead of coming home to bother him. It would have been much more preferable.

    “Oi, Roddy, you here yet,” he heard the annoying voice shout from the doorway.

    “Yes, and what do you want,” he snapped, figuring that he other needed something from him to be asking for him so quickly. It never bode well when the other did that. “Better not be money because I have nothing to give you.”

    “No, I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t get into my treats,” Gilbert laughed, going straight for the fridge, and getting out a covered tray that presumable had whatever the other was trying to make that had his kitchen looking like a disaster area. “I’m having a poker game later and it’s my turn to bring the food! This game is gonna be awesome because of my awesome snacks!”

     

    Roderich decided that he wasn’t going to ask what in the world the German made, nor did he want to be the poor souls that had to eat it. Especially if it was the first time that he tried to make that particular recipe. Gilbert was good at making things that he made regularly or bothered to look up the instructions for, but most of the time he tried to “make it more awesome” in one way or another that usually ended up disastrous. He decided to err on the side of caution and not even ask what in the world he made, as that would most likely cause him to try out the damn stuff.

     

    “Just come back at a decent time this time around. I don’t need to be woken up during the middle of the night with your drunk ass stumbling around,” Roderich grumbled, putting his belongings away. “It’s not even the weekend yet, so I’m sure that Ivan would appreciate it too.”

     

    Gilbert snorted at the mention of the Russian, not really getting along with the other when his cooking was called crap right to his face. Not that he cared, as everything he made was awesome and people just called it crap to cover for themselves because there was no way that they could make something as awesomely as he did! Or so his huge ego kept telling him and who was he not to listen to such awesome proclamations about himself?

     

    “I’m sure that Ivan doesn’t care. That big guy can sleep through anything!”

     

    Roderich took in a deep breath, trying his hardest not to go back into the living room to throttle Gilbert into a pile of egotistical dust. Knowing his luck, the mouth would somehow be left in tact and go on its business of annoying everyone in the room. “Just come back at a decent time! Or else I’ll change the lock to your room again and hide the spare in the mountains!”

     

    He could almost feel Gilbert’s pout behind his back, and know that he hadn’t exactly won the argument yet, but he was on his way. He would just have poke and prod a little more until he had some sort of commitment that the other man will come home at a decent hour of the night. Which if he didn’t, Roderich was sure that he would be able to find something to punish him with, such as turning off the fuses for Gilbert’s room again. The other didn’t come home late for at least a month after that, and was fearful for another two afterword when he did.

     

    “You wouldn’t do that to the awesome me would you,” Gilbert asked, the pout even evident in his tone! How in the world could anyone function like that, Roderich couldn’t understand. Perhaps he was more of a “shut in” than he liked to admit to himself. “Because if you did, I’m sure that Gilbird would happen to find his way into your sheet music and make an awesome nest out of the boring stuff!”

     

    “I would and you know it,” Roderich said, turning around with an angry look on his face. “Now if you excuse me, I have work to do other than trying to entertain you until your game! Some of us care about our education!”

     

    “I care or else I wouldn’t have come all the way to Austria to study,” Gilbert pouted, as if that would gain him any leeway in either argument going on. “After all, German schools are awesome! I just wanted to see if the world could compare to anything in Germany!”

     

    Roderich was at a loss for words once again, by the sheer stupidity that was Gilbert Beilschmidt. How in the world did this man even make it to his twenties, he wasn’t able to figure out that mystery of the universe, nor did he believe that he would ever be able to. Nor if he really wanted to for the sake of his own remaining sanity. Although he had a sinking feeling that it would be gone by the time that he was able to graduate with roommates such as the two he had. He felt like he was a mother instead of a student, trying to care for an idiot and a worse social introvert than himself. Such was the trials of Roderich Edelstein.

     

    “Well you apparently approved enough to stay here instead of transferring back into your home country,” he bit back, proud of himself for being able to at lease come up with a reply that didn’t sound too bad, even to himself. “However I’m sure that Germany is taking a breather with such an egotistical burden out of its borders.”

     

    “I’m sure that it’s weeping with misery since I’m not there,” Gilbert sighed, glancing at the clock. “However, I do need to get going! The game’s going to start soon and I want to get a chair instead of one of those damn bar stools! Those things start to hurt after a few hours!”

     

    Roderich shook his head as the loudmouthed man left with the dangerous sweets that he had made early in the day. Perhaps he should have offered to make something up really quick as he was sure that would save at least a few people’s stomachs from the massive amounts of pain that they would be in shortly. Or perhaps they deserved it for being horrible people and this was karma’s way of getting back at them.

     

    Either way, he once again had the living space the three of them shared to himself and in piece. Maybe now he would be able to get something done concerning the upcoming concert and some of his other homework that he had been assigned, which didn’t really appeal to him, but it would steer him towards his degree and therefore, his goal. Because as he no longer had a nice, comfortable marriage to look forward to, he hah to keep something in mind to get him through until he figured out something to do after school, or for the next candidate for marriage decided to show themselves in the next two years.

    Chapter Two

    Ivan knew how to hold his alcohol, Roderich knew how to hold his alcohol, Gilbert, however, never seemed how to catch on to when too much became way too much nor how to control the volume of his voice when he hit that limit. Roderich could only ever describe the shouts of multiple sentences strung together as word vomit, that were sometimes mixed with real vomit if there was any sort of rum involved. He was always thankful for the Russian’s help on these occasions, the large man able to hoist a squirmy German onto his shoulder with no problem, unless said German decided to dry heave or actually throw up on his back, given that only happened twice that Roderich could remember, thankfully.

     

    Tonight, whoever the poker game was with, Roderich knew that there had to be some sort of rum involved, as Gilbert was completely smashed, if the drunk dialing was any indication and the fact that the man had no idea where the hell he was nor if there was anyone around him. Even though Roderich could hear other people in the background. He shuddered at the thought of other people getting a drunken phone call at…four in the morning begging for him to go and pick him up. Roderich decided to try to find whatever dorm room was still lit up or had whatever loud music that was a bastardization of Beethoven mixed with a strong techno beat. He was lucky that his ears weren’t bleeding.

     

    “Specs,” the slurred tone came out over the music, somehow. Not that Roderich was complaining as hopefully, Gilbert would remember where on Campus he was! “Specs….where are ya man? I…where’s my shirt? HEY! Where’s my….Specs seriously where are you. You’re here right. Man…I’m fucked up…”

     

    “I’m on my way Gilbert,” Roderich sighed, trying to put on his shoes so that he would be able to get his drunken roommate ohm and then go back to bed. He was lucky that he didn’t have a class until later in the morning or else he would be a lot more pissed off. “Just don’t move and keep talking on the phone and for the love of God remember where the hell you are so that I don’t have to go though the entire damn campus to find you!”

     

    “Brouhaha Specs,” Gilbert slurred, Roderich flinching when he heard a crash in the background. That sounded expensive. “Oh that was cool! I wish I had a… a… what are those called? The thing with the flashy thing that takes…. stuff so you can look at it again? Comrade? No, that’s not it. It sounds like that though! Oh man…. the room…”

     

    “Don’t throw up,” Roderich pleaded, steeping out into the living room. “I don’t want to have to carry you home if your stomach is already in knots!”

     

    “I’m not… man… the room needs to stop with this spinning,” Gilbert moaned, a thump was heard which was most likely the man falling over. And hopefully not breaking anything valuable or himself. All he needed was a trip to the hospital because Gilbert did something dumb again. “Specs… man… where are you?”

     

    “I’m on my way,” Roderich sighed, knowing better than trying to fight the nickname or really finding out where the hell the albino had gotten to. Hopefully he was at one of the friend’s houses that he knew where it was at and didn’t move at some point in the night like such parties did. Those nights were most annoying.

     

    “Is that Gilbert,” Ivan asked, making Roderich jump when the man spoke. It was hard to believe that the large man could be stealthy as he was, that or Roderich was just too tired to really take notice of him. “If that is him, will you be need help?”

     

    “I’m not sure,” rode rich replied, musing if he should be correcting the Russian on his German this early in the morning, and decided that it didn’t really matter. “But I would like some help finding out where the drunk bastard is currently.”

     

    “I’m at… that place yeah! More beer,” Gilbert shouted, sounding a little distant, making Roderich groan and pinch the bridge of his nose. Dear God he was going to drink more? This night just keep getting worse and worse. “More beer! You hear that specs? They better have German beer. The rest of the world has… yeah! That! Piss!”

     

    “Don’t you dare piss on the floor! Go to the bathroom you twit,” Roderich yelled, for the fear that he would ruin someone’s carpet.

     

    He was answered with a laugh, which made him picture so many bad things happening he didn’t want to think about them all. “No specs! The beer! Theirs tastes like pissssssss. Haha! That’s fun to saaaaaay! Piissssss!”

     

    “Yes, hilarious,” Roderich sighed, slipping on his shoes, nodding a thanks to Ivan when the taller man handed him his coat. “Do you remember where in the seven hells you are yet?”

     

    “Tonio’s,” Gilbert laughed, most likely just seeing the host and remember where the hell he was. At least his job was now a tad more easier. “haha! He’s in a dress specs!”

     

    “Surprising,” Roderich sighed, heading out the door, with Ivan in tow, ever looking curiously at the phone and wondering what the drunk one was saying to make the Austrian have such a look of exasperation on his face. “Ivan and I will be there shortly.”

     

    “Okay,” Gilbert said, hanging up, making Roderich hope that more alcohol wasn’t going to be consumed by the albino. Knowing his luck, Gilbert was going to get even more wasted which he guessed was a good thing that Ivan decided to tag along.

     

    “I see Gilbert has ah, partied again,” Ivan said, trying to strike up conversation in the chill of the early morning. “Which of his comrades has he, partied with.” Figuring that the German had his share of rum and perhaps some other alcohol, Ivan was glad that he woke up early from the phone ringing from his nap at the kitchen table. He needed to stop studying so late in the night anyway and get something of a normal sleeping schedule. It might be better for his body as well as his studies. He couldn’t afford to be sent back home to Russia as a disgrace. Especially when he proved that he had what it took to get good grades and improve his acting skills so greatly in his first semester already! The second one was just… taking their toll on him.

     

    “Seems like Antonio had a group over for poker that most likely became another strip poker game with some beer pong,” Roderich snapped, never pleased when he was woken up like this at four in the morning. “Knowing Gilbert’s luck, the idiot lost and is now wandering around the dorms half dressed and drunk!”

     

    Ivan didn’t mind the mental image of a mostly undressed German, flush drunk and giving him a heated look that he had received before. He sometimes liked what happened after they picked up Gilbert when he couldn’t seem to get home by himself, chuckling to himself at the times that Roderich had to pound on the wall that separated their rooms due to Gilbert’s screaming or moaning. Sometimes both. He hoped it was one of these times, as strip poker usually ended with him feeling kind of, how do they say it, turned on?

     

    Roderich dreaded going to these things as they would sometimes dissolve into orgies, although it was mostly just a bunch of college kids having sex everywhere he looked and tried to avoid looking. It was too early in the damn morning to be thinking of correct definitions anyway, hell he barely remembered the way to Antonio’s. Luckily, Ivan was there to help navigate or else he would have been lost on the campus again. His sense of direction was horrid at best and when he was tired and angry, it just kept declining.

     

    The duo made it to the front door to where behind was the kitchen, living room, and however many bedrooms this section of the campus supplied. Roderich was quite happy with only two other roommates and didn’t really care how many others anyone else had to put up with. Mostly because in his opinion, they should have put in their requests earlier to try to guarantee a good room with a smaller number of occupants. Knocking loudly, so he was sure that he would be heard over the loud music and the chatter that he could hear from the hallway which was a good thing. That meant not everyone paired off yet to make out.

     

    He was let in by people he never met before, but their curiosity was put off by Ivan, who glared his way into the room after Roderich, who felt as though he had some sort of a body guard. He kinda enjoyed it, he wasn’t going to lie, but his first priority was to find a drunken German man in the sea of drunk people. Pushing through the crowd, he found Gilbert, passed out on the floor with a beer in his hand, splayed out across the floor and snoring. Ivan sighed, and picked up the unconscious man with little effort as Roderich led them back out of the crowded, hot, and smelly room. He felt sorry for the occupants as he was sure that there was vomit soaking into the carpet.

     

    “Looks like he had fun, da,” Ivan asked, not liking the brooding Austrian. When the man brooded, things could only go down hill for his friend, and he didn’t like that. “Although he didn’t listen to you again about coming home?”

     

    “Why would that fucking German bastard ever listen to anything I tell him and instead of insist on doing everything I tell him not to do,” Roderich fumed, resisting the urge to poke painfully at the head of silver hair until he woke up. “I tell him to come home early and instead he calls at four in the morning and wanting to be picked up! If you haven’t been here, Ivan, I’m not sure how the hell I would have been able to get him home!”

     

    “Calm down, comrade,” Ivan smiled, resisting the urge himself to play with his ever present scarf out of nervous habit. “I am sure that Gilbert tried to get home early. Antonio can be somewhat of a bad influence, da? You know this? I know this. There have been times where he had tried to make us stay there for some fun. Although I am glad you punched him that time. I would not have liked to have done that myself and get sent back to Russia before I had my degree.”

     

    “Yes, well Gilbert needs to learn to make his own choices and not inflate his ego!” Roderich was not going to let this go and was actually considering making good on his threat of taking his key and throwing it into the mountains somewhere where Gilbert would never find it and have to come home early or risk not being able to come in without someone there. Although he had to admit, it wouldn’t make a difference. After all, he and Ivan would go whenever he called to be picked up, and would most likely wake up to any banging on the door or phone call to let him in. Damn German and sneaking his way under his skin.

     

    “We will come up with a punishment fitting for this perhaps a little later during the day, da,” Ivan yawned. He wouldn’t be getting laid so there really wasn’t any reason to stay awake and give into his body for sleep. There would be other days, and perhaps that could be Gilbert’s punishment, not getting any from him for awhile. As much as that would suck for him, he would handle it better than the albino. Or maybe he needed to get some sleep so that his brain could think of other things than sex that he defaulted to when tired. At least that was better than violence.

     

    Arriving back at their dorm, trying to avoid the guards that paroled the campus, Roderich let out a long suffering sigh. “Throw him on the couch. He’ll most likely end up there somehow anyway.” Which was the truth. Gilbert had a talent for ending up there when he was drunk and how he did it, was a mystery to Roderich.

     

    Ivan deposited the man more gently than Roderich would have, mostly because of his anger at the situation as well as the time that it had happened. He watched as Ivan covered Gilbert with a blanket, trying to keep the glare from his face. He didn’t think that Gilbert deserved any amount of kindness, needing to be dragged back to the dorm so early in the morning or late at night, depending on the preference of one’s time tables. He made his way back to his room and left the two alone, not needing to see any tenderness between them.

    Plus, that just reminded him of his own predicament, and how he was no longer engaged but at a loss of what to do after getting his degrees and then a job. He didn’t like this uncertainty if he would ever find a proper bride and settle down, if his parents would find him one or if he would be left to fend for himself and look in the endless sea of faces and those that didn’t deserve to know the time of day from him. This public education was the only time that he would deem himself lower enough to mingle with the general public instead of high society, or at least his parents anyway. they said that he needed to learn about the lower classes and this would be the best way to go about it. Not that he thought so.

    Climbing back into bed, he threw the covers over his head after making sure that his alarm was set. It wouldn’t do for him to be late because of Gilbert’s antics, nor would his professors appreciate any excuse on the matter. Drifting back to sleep more quickly than he thought would be possible, Roderich dreamed of a life where he didn’t have to think very much, where his choices were pretty much made for him, until he had children and was permitted by society to make them, so that his children could have a mapped out life like the rest of them.

    -you open up and I come inside-

    He did not expect to be woken again, a mere few hours later, with someone clambering into his bed with him. Waking up with a start, ready to try to pummel whoever the hell thought that they were privileged enough to come into his bed unannounced and unwelcome, finding a mussed Gilbert giving him a look that seemed to ask what was wrong, as if he was doing nothing wrong. So like him, even a bit hungover and apparently tired. It took everything Roderich had to first ask him what he was doing instead of just immediately kicking him out of his bed.

    “What are you doing here,” he hissed, shifting against the wall in case he had to brace himself against it to kick the albino out of the bed.

    “It’s cold out there, warm in here,” Gilbert said, slurred with sleep with a look that the reason was so obvious a child would have grasped it before he did. “So I came in here where it’s warm.”

    “Go to Ivan’s room you dolt,” Roderich replied harshly, perhaps a little too harshly for his own taste. Was he jealous? Perhaps. Ivan had somewhat of a relationship which was more than he did for the time being. Something that he could mold into something or just leave be. Perhaps the sooner that his parents found him a suitor, the better. “You two are usually so close anyway.”

    Gilbert put on his best pout, which almost worked with Roderich, if he wasn’t so angry at him in the first place for waking him for a second time with something stupid. “But his door is locked and he took the spare key from it’s usual place. I can’t get in there where it’s warmest so this will have to do.”

    “Go to your own room then,” Roderich replied harshly. “Don’t just crawl into someone else’s bed because it’s warmer than the living room! I’[m sure your room is just as warm!”

    “But my bed is cold and this is just more awesome,” Gilbert replied with a snort, laying down without a second thought and closing his eyes. “Besides, you’re always left out. Where being alone is awesome, sometimes being with someone else is good to. But only sometimes…” With that the albino drifted off, Roderich snorting and trying to stay as far away from him as he could, which really wasn’t any sort of distance he wanted due to his bed only being a twin.

    -this one is for all the suckers who still believe in love-

    The next time he woke up was when his alarm went off, playing the classical music that he loved so much to play and study. Trying to stretch and feeling an extra weight in his bed, he turned to look at a still peacefully sleeping Gilbert, who he would have to move in order for him to be able to get ready for class. Mostly because there was no way for him to get around the other man without waking him. A fleeting thought of perhaps he should try to invest in a larger bed was shot down, as he was sure that this was a one time thing anyway, and soon, he would be able to get back into his normal pace of life and Gilbert and Ivan would continue in their own ways. He couldn’t wait until he had another fiance, this jealousy did not suit him at all.

    Sitting up, Roderich pet Gilbert’s hair, letting a small smile slip when the other man’s face twisted, trying to stay asleep even though the sun was coming through the closed blinds and there was shifting on his bed. Didn’t Ivan not have class today? He could have sworn that the other man didn’t, and that there had to be some other reason to be waking up so damn early. Maybe he had a surprise for him? That would be awesome! But not as awesome as being able to stay asleep.

    “Ivan,” he groaned, rolling over right onto the floor, which made Roderich roll his eyes. Well, that proved that the Russian did have a larger bed than he did, not that it mattered. Gilbert would not be sharing again, mostly due to the fact that there was no way that their little fight would last any more than a week, where Gilbert would most likely sulk in his room and not come out until Ivan coaxed him out, which had happened before. Such an odd man was this Gilbert.

    “Good morning to you too,” Roderich snorted, getting out of bed and gathering his clothing for the day that he had hung up in hi closet. “If you would please migrate somewhere less intrusive, that would be nice.”

    Gilbert, instead, let out a pitiful whine and dragged himself back up on his bed, covering himself with the blankets and refusing to move. “But it’s already warm here and you can get dressed. I have no interest in seeing your scrawny ass anyway.” This was getting in the way of his precious sleep. He didn’t have class until the evening and therefore, didn’t have to be up during the ass crack of dawn without any good reason. And arguing with specs did not count as a very good reason at the moment.

    Roderich went to go get ready for class, dressing quickly and hoping that Gilbert really was sleeping like he said he was. Taking a last look at his bed and the lump beneath it with a snort, he headed off for class, intent on trying to get Ivan to reconsider. Mostly so that he would be able to have a night’s sleep alone without having to wake up to an agitated albino. For the short term, he just hoped that the other didn’t feel like throwing up all over his stuff when he woke up again. That would be most unfortunate.

     

October 20, 2010

  • ‘m not dead yet.

     

    So…hi. Totally haven’t done a thing about writing except a half-thought out Hetalia Prussia/Russia fic. That I still need to finish. I think I failed in my resolution, but that’s alright I guess… It’s to be expected from me.

     

    Anyway, this is about it get way more active. Hopefullly. Because Nano is almost here! My profile is here if anyone cares. Or wants to add me to their writing buddies. That’s cool too! If anyone still reads this anyway…which I doubt they do. I’m too inactive to have any real followers. XD

     

    Anywho, the plot for this year is fanfiction, just putting that out there now. It’s a college AU with Prussia, Austria, and Russia going to school in Austria. And that’s about as far as I got. Pairings? Threesome in no particular order. Mainly because I can see them trying to top each other and it’s kinda…funny in my head. Most likely won’t come out that way on document (…that just sounds funny rather than on paper…) and knowing me, it’ll fail. However, wanted to see if I could still write fanfiction after….years of not doing it so here I am!

     

    In before I’m shot by anyone that still follows this and doesn’t like fanfiction. Or expecting something other than my dumbass rambling. Derp.

     

    Peace,

    DDN bitches. See ya in November.

January 1, 2010

  • RESOLUTIONS!

    My resolution is to write more of my plotish stuff and less porn oneshots. Which I don’t really write much of anyway but only seems like it because that’s all I’ve really written in 2009.

    Knowing me, just because it’s a resolution, I’ll write a lot more porn. XD

    Have a happy new year!

    ~DDN~

December 22, 2009

  • A Slice of Life Chapters 2&3

    …I love this icon. Okay, so here’s the deal with this story. I…forgot I hadn’t updated it here. It’s all nice and up to date everywhere else I post it, but not here. So…trying to remedy that. That and I had to leave it alone for awhile since school took up most of my time and so it’s not like I have a bagillion posts to make. that’s my 09 NaNo… But Chapter 4 should be along sometime before the year is out. Hopefully.

    So, enjoy, obey the warnings, and have a good Holiday if I don’t post anything else before the 25th!

    Warnings: Chapter two contains mentions of rape (because I couldn’t force myself to write it.). That and this whole thing will be boys love. Because I am obsessed.


    Chapter Two: Disturbed

    Azazel went through his first day in a daze, everything seemed to move so fast for him, all the way up to lunch, where he sat with Vlad and Yasuo, who both made sure that he was getting along with everyone and if he had any questions. He was tired, he knew that much, and couldn’t believe that schools like this actually existed, where a student would be there during lunch and still look like they had the energy to even go on. He supposed that maybe meant less homework as well, which would be a plus as he didn’t like all the homework that was forced on him while he attended Gymnasium.

    The rest of the day went rather uneventful, Azazel rather content with staying over in art class, which was his last class of the day, to talk with the teacher about maybe joining the art club as it would give him a place to paint without having to worry about getting paint on the floors at home or anything like that. Plus, there was a drying rack, so that he didn’t have to worry about anything accidentally getting smeared or anything of that matter.

    He was sure that he would be able to walk home if he father wasn’t able to give him a ride, which he might have had to do anyway, seeing as he had missed the bus home. He wasn’t too worried, as the weather was still nice and there was no threat of rain for the day. It would give him some time to reflect on the school day anyway, and mentally preparing himself for the coming years of torment that he would have to endure. Although he had to admit, for a first day, this wasn’t too bad considering.

    He was stopped by Michael, who called out his name in an empty hall. Where he figured that there were other students still here for their extra circular activities, he didn’t expect to be stopped by Michael of all people. The other teen waved at him, that grin still on his face, everything about him seemed to radiate mirth and enjoyment. Things that were beginning to make Azazel doubtful of his intentions. He was either trying to get him to trust him to make fun of him or blackmail him into doing his homework or something to that degree.

    He put his guards up, just to make sure that he wouldn’t fall into any traps. All he needed was to be made fun of or tormented his entire stay here. He thought for sure that when Michael dropped him off at his first hour that was the end of their dealings with each other. It would seem that he was wrong, so very wrong.

    “Why are you still here,” Michael asked, his posture said calm but his eyes said something else entirely, something that made Azazel rather uneasy. “I thought that you said you rode the buses, and those are long gone by now.”

    “I was talking with the art teacher,” Azazel replied passively, trying to just get out of here. It was bad enough he was going to be here for the rest of his school career, at the moment, he didn’t really need to be stuck in the building any longer. “And now am looking forward to getting my homework done. So if you could excuse me, I must be going.”

    “Why so fast, since you’re already here,” Michael asked, grabbing Azazel’s arm tightly, he didn’t want to let this one get away so easily. “And you should really be thanking me for showing you around today, or even talking to you right now. Don’t you think?”

    “I have already thanked you,” Azazel said, snapping his arm out of Michael’s grip. It was harder than he thought it would be, but he was sure that he would be able to escape no problem. He just had to start walking now and completely ignore the jock. “Now, again, if you would excuse me, I really must be going.”

    “You’re not excused,” Michael replied smoothly, grabbing Azazel again and turning the other teen to face him. “In fact, now you have to be punished for your insolence. I wonder how I should punish you pet.”

    “I’m not your pet,” Azazel said, his slightly raised voice bouncing off the empty halls. “Now let go of me!”

    “No,” Michael replied silkily. “You’re not going anywhere pet. I watched all day how people stared at you, but you’re not theirs to look at, you’re not theirs to touch, you’re not theirs to try to take from me. You’re mine. I saw you first, therefore, you belong to me.”

    “You’re insane,” Azazel yelled, trying to push out of the other’s grasp. The bastard definitely played sports of some sort, his grip was strong, although he was underestimating Azazel’s own strength and resolve. Where he hadn’t had to take any physical classes the past year, he thought that he could at least get out of his grasp and run into a more populated building somewhere and escape.

    “Maybe I am,” Michael replied, eyes glittering with mischief, his grip not wavering with Azazel’s struggles. He liked this in his victims. Hopefully this one would last awhile, longer than his last one anyway. The girl had committed suicide after she found out she was pregnant with his child, although he forgot the reason she gave in her letter. Loyal to the very end, ever trying to protect her older brother from his blackmail that he never really had in the first place. He had learned a lot since then, how if she had turned him in that he would be caught, he was going to be more cautious with this one. Much more cautious.

    Azazel looked up at him, freezing. No, this wasn’t what he meant by this place being a hell hole. This really wasn’t what he meant. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him, but he didn’t want to know. Something in the back of his mind told him to run, and that if he couldn’t escape now, he wouldn’t be able to unless he went back to Germany, and even then he had the feeling that Michael would try to find him. He had to escape now or be trapped forever, and forever was a very long time.

    Taking advantage of Azazel in his confused state, he pushed the other boy into a wall, making Azazel grunt when his face and body was pushed roughly onto the brick. He felt Michael through his weight against him, effectively pinning him in place. He would have effectively fought back if Michael hadn’t pinned his arms to the side, but all he could do was struggle the best he could, trying to even step on Michael’s feet or something to get away.

    When Michael let go one of his arms, he went back to swing at him and was only rewarded with his hair being pulled. Instinctively, he followed the pull, to try to lessen the pain, and only found himself staring up into Michael’s smiling face. He already didn’t like this situation and it seemed to only get worse for him the more time he spent trying to get away. He tried to get Michael’s hand off his hair, but it seemed to no avail, as the other hand clutched his arm tighter, and Michael forced him up against the wall again. It was all Azazel could do to not be smashed up against it, using his free hand to at least put a gap in it. All he needed was something to through this to his advantage, just long enough to distract Michael so that he could escape this.

    “I like ones that struggle,” Michael whispered hotly into his ear. “It makes my conquest so much better, so much more fulfilling. Struggle more pet, show me your face in pain, in fear, in everything that I can only hope to see it. I’m going to break you pet, because you’d look even better broken, and I get the honor of doing it all myself.”

    “Get off me,” Azazel shouted, trying to through Michael off him, pushing against the wall with his free arm, ignore the pain in his captive arm and the hair that was being pulled painfully now. He didn’t want this, he never imagined that he would ever be such a victim, his resolve to escape overriding his well being at the moment. Any bruises or scrapes that he would get would heal and he could blow them off. He didn’t need any other trauma as Michael was promising him.

    “Struggle more,” Michael hissed, letting go of Azazel’s hair and moving it to run it down his chest, surprising Azazel and making his body freeze. “Show me your face full of your fear of me.”

    Azazel didn’t know what was happen, his voice was stuck in his throat. He wanted to yell, he wanted to call attention to himself. Michael pinned him harder against the wall with his body, and he could feel Michael’s erection straining through the jeans the other wore. No, he didn’t want that, he wanted to go home, he didn’t want to be here, and he sure as hell did not want his first time to be with this guy.

    “Stop,” he said, finding his voice as he was fondled. He tried to stop his body from reacting, kept trying to think of reasons why this was happening, keep himself from enjoying this at all. His body, however, welcomed the actions, slowly becoming aroused. “Stop it,” he yelled, trying desperately to get away. “Leave me alone! Go find someone else for your sick pleasures!”

    “Pet, you’re prefect,” Michael purred, rubbing against him, licking Azazel’s neck. “So prefect. Yell louder, try to get someone to help you.”

    Michael slowly took his hand off of Azazel’s other arm, bringing it near Azazel’s crotch with his other hand, and both focused on opening the boy’s pants. He wanted him to try to struggle more, cry out, hell even cry in general. He heard Azazel’s protest, effectively ignoring them. He felt Azazel try to get his hands off him, a smirk starting across his face. This one made him so hard so fast, with his protests and struggling, with that voice that needed to be strained to see how far it would go. Yes, he found the perfect pet. Finally. A replacement for the one that he had lost.

    “Cry pet, struggle, make this worth my while,” Michael whispered, leaving one hand on Azazel’s slowly hardening erection and the other to caress his ass. “Show me everything.”

    Azazel did scream, he screamed as he was pushed back up against the wall, Michael taking his hand away, making his erection rub painfully against the stone. It hurt like hell, and his face would most likely have scratches on it anyway. He tried to struggle away from it, but the pain made his knees want to give out, and he wanted to stay standing more than anything right now. He wasn’t allowed to move, he was pined and tried to bite back another scream of pain as Michael ground his hips into him, making him brush against the wall again.

    “Yes, lets mar this skin,” Michael said, half to himself, and from what it sounded like, half to a voice in his head. “It will give you some character, pet. And show everyone that I claim you as mine.”

    “Get off me,” Azazel said, his voice shaky from trying to keep his body upright, earning him another hard thrust into the wall. “Fucking rapist.”

    “If only you knew,” Michael grinned, changing tactics, lightly holding Azazel, ready to squeeze him if the other tried to squirm away. “There was this girl before you, and a girl before her. The first one, I accidentally killed, but it wasn’t my fault she didn’t listen, and the second one committed suicide. This is the first time a boy such as yourself has captivated me so much. You’re really special Azazel.”

    I so feel special right now, Azazel thought to himself, but didn’t say out loud. He really didn’t need to be pushed up against the wall again. Of course, his erection had all but died, but he still didn’t need to feel the pain of grinding up against it again. Especially with him trying to figure out a way to escape this without any other injuries to himself.

    “I’m going to make you completely mine. Get them early, train them right. Isn’t that how the saying goes,’ Michael asked, although he expected his new toy to be silent, and he wasn’t wrong. “You’re so easy to read, pet.”

    “Quit calling me that,” Azazel hissed, he didn’t like the “nickname” at all. Although he did have a feeling that it wouldn’t change anything.

    “No,” came the simple reply. “It’s your nickname. Get used to it.”

    Michael seemed lost in thought for a minute, Azazel taking advantage of this, tried to break away while Michael seemed unguarded, but was pinned back up against the wall with little effort, Michael’s face not hiding his amusement. “Pet, you forget how often I’ve done this before. However I think that I need to mark you soon, as my schedule will soon conflict. You’re lucky, today, you get lube, although not a lot of it. I like it when they bleed.”

    That thought shook Azazel to the core. He didn’t want to bleed. True, he never gave much thought to his first time with anyone, but this was not the way he wanted it, he knew that for sure. Michael led him around the school, holding his hair tightly, sometimes pulling just to hear him whimper when he squeezed too hard on his groin.

    He truthfully wasn’t surprised when he was thrown into an empty classroom, Michael grinning up at him, twirling a key around his index finger. “Being the head of the student council has its advantages.” With that, he closed and relocked the door behind him. “We don’t need anyone coming in here to interrupt us, do we? After all, from the look on your face, you don’t like pain too much. And truthfully, I don’t plan on hurting you too much, as that will build your tolerance up much too quickly.”

    He smiled when Azazel stood up, as if he was pleased by the fact that Azazel was planning on fighting him to get to the door. “It’s going to be fun breaking you. You have such a strong spirit, Azazel. Plus, think of what the other people who were looking at you today. I saw Vladamir, the way he was staring you down. How many other students were doing the same thing? Who’s to say that I’m really the nicest one out of all of them.”

    “I highly doubt that,” Azazel spat out in Germen, his anger and frustration getting the better of him.

    “German is such an odd language,” Michael said, suddenly tackling Azazel to the ground. Azazel himself trying to squirm out from under him, but finding himself pinned once again. “So close, but so different than English. I’ll have to hear you speak more of it, pet.”

    Azazel bit his tongue as Michael stared into his eyes, trying to grind their hips together, but Azazel having none of it as he tried to get away. He didn’t want to give this bastard the pleasure of knowing that he won, no, he wanted to come out of this as strong as he came in. He wasn’t going to break over this. He couldn’t.

    “You know, if you don’t do this for me, I guess I could always find another victim,” Michael mused, figuring he would pull out his trump card now rather than later like he planned. Then again, he wanted to see Azazel’s face when he said it so badly, bring him to be the submissive little bitch that he wanted to turn the other into. “But just anyone won’t do. Don’t you have a younger sister? I think she’d do nicely. After all, she’s just growing into womanhood right? Might as well train her from the start, you know. To make sure that she turns out perfect.”

    “You wouldn’t dare,” Azazel said in English, his expression darkening as he stilled. “You wouldn’t touch a hair on her body…”

    “Oh I would, if I couldn’t have you,” Michael replied, looking bored. “Unless you’re everything I wanted, of course.”

    “Just don’t harm Heather,” Azazel said quietly, looking away, disgusted with himself for even considering giving up his sister so he wouldn’t have to endure. He couldn’t believe that he was so selfish, as to offer up his sister like that. He would endure, he would endure it all, become stronger, and somehow escape this. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just leave my sister out of this.”

    “As you wish,” Michael grinned, giving the other’s neck a quick lick. “Now just lie there like a good little slut for awhile, pet. I’ll show you what a sadist truly is.”

    **you believe it in your head**

    Azazel looked up at the ceiling, he couldn’t tell how much time had passed since Michael finally left him there, a smirk on his face. He could feel himself bleeding, he didn’t want to think of what else he was covered with, and he already was beginning to ache everywhere. He had to get home, before someone noticed him like this, or even before his parents started to worry too much about him.

    He cursed to himself in German as he sat up, resisting the urge to lie right back down. He didn’t have time for this, he had to get out of here and fast. He could feel the bile rise up his throat as he resisted the urge to check his injuries, thinking that he could do so at home. Azazel pulled his clothes together, happy that they were mostly stain free, unlike the floor with smears of blood and seamen. He shivered at the sight, hurriedly dressing himself and leaving.

    He didn’t care who found the mess, and hoped that they would just clean up and not think anything about it. He tried to be as sneaky as he could manage, limping around, hoping that the pain in his backside would ebb a little so he could fool his family that he was alright if need be. Then again, it would make things a little easier, maybe if he told them that he got into a fight? Yeah, that would work out for the best. He couldn’t have anyone else dragged into this after all. He wasn’t going to endure this just so that they could go get themselves into trouble.

    “Azazel,” his mother shouted, throwing her arms around him, squeezing painfully at bruises that send sparking pains down his back. “Where were you? I’ve been so worried! Your father went out looking for you when the rain started, but he couldn’t find you anywhere! You’re so soaked you’ll catch cold if you don’t hurry up and change.

    “In fact, go do that before you tell me what happened. I’m so relieved you’re alright, Azazel. Your father should be home soon, to check to see if you came home. Don’t scare me like that again young man!”

    Azazel himself sighed and went right up the stairs, closing the bathroom door behind him, refusing to look at the mirror. His mother has always been like that, switching from one subject to another when she was worried, and always had the family’s well being at heart of it all. He couldn’t be more thankful of that trait at the moment, as it would allow him to be able to think this over, to try to get his composure back.

    He didn’t understand why he was so close to crying, he really didn’t. He did the right thing. His sister was safe, he could hear the music playing through the walls and didn’t have a care in the world. Like she ought to. Was it the emotional pain of having his virginity ripped away from him and the degrading way that he was going to be treated from now on? The pain that he would have to keep a web of lies to keep this situation from hurting anyone else? The emotional trauma that came from moving to a new country only to be shown how horrible people could be?

    He stood in the shower, trying to get his mind straight when there was a knock on the door. He swallowed hard before answering, trying to steady his voice. All he needed was for them to be suspicious that anything was seriously wrong. Bullying wasn’t that much of a rarity, and he was sure that he would be able to keep track of his web that he was going to start building. He just hoped that he would be able to remember everything.

    “Come in,” Azazel said, proud that his voice held up even though he felt like he was slowly breaking down.

    “Azazel, are you alright,” his father asked, cracking the door a little. “You’ve been in here longer than you usually do. Is there something wrong?”

    “I guess I said something wrong to the wrong people,” Azazel replied, smiling, although there was no way to tell that he was. “They got me pretty good, I must admit. But I’m fine, I just don’t want any of the smaller cuts to be infected.”

    “Just come down when you’re ready,” Gunther said, closing the door behind him, seriously thinking about this decision to move. If things were already that bad, maybe they should go back to Germany as soon as they could, he couldn’t have one of his children be bullied like that. Maybe this was a one time thing? He would have to sleep on it.

    Azazel let out a long suffering sigh, washing his hair for the third time absently, as if he forgot that he already washed it twice. It just didn’t feel clean.


    Chapter Three: Views

    He woke up with a jolt, quickly regretting it as he hit his head on the bed above him and groaned. Glaring at the top bunk, he climbed off the couch he had been sleeping on and reaching for his alarm, which he put on the top. He knew that if he didn’t do this, he would never bother getting out of bed, but there had to be a better way of doing this than trying to give himself a concussion every morning. Rubbing the spot on his head, he looked at the time, groaning. At least he was on time, for once.

    “Vladamir get your lazy butt out of bed! Breakfast is on the table and I m heading out the door! Don t forget your keys; I m going to be home late today.”

    “They’re on my bike keys, so if I lose them I m pretty screwed,” Vlad replied, heading down the stairs.

    He listened to the door slam, and looked at the toast and eggs on a plate in the center of the table. He glanced at the clock and grinned, hearing the convertible s engine roar out the drive way and down the street. Being on time wasn’t something his family was known for.

    He took the toast as he headed upstairs to get his keys and school work, figuring that he would be able to wolf down the eggs no problem in a moment. Things had only been like this for a year, he was kind of surprised on how easily everything turned into a routine, like the world was so eager to forget that two lives had been snuffed out before their time. He snorted at himself, intent on getting to school so he didn’t have to think about it anymore than he had to. The least he could do was maybe get a decent graduating grade.

    He made sure he locked up before he left, almost afraid to see if his sister left a scratch on his Yamaha. It was a Christmas gift from his parents, one that he had always loved– mostly because it boosted his image. It was sleek, black, and the chrome still shone like it had the first day he rolled it out of the garage. Putting on his helmet, he strapped on his book bag and roared off into the morning, happy to have the early morning air whip past him.

    Once in the school parking lot, he made sure to lock his bike up so no one would steal it, not that anyone would dare mess with his bike. He was kind of surprised to see how early it still was, knowing that it wouldn’t last very long with a grin. As soon as he figured out how to get more sleep before he had to be at this awful place, he would come in right on time more often than not.

    The hallways weren’t crowded yet with the gaggle of people that came on the buses, and he wanted to get into the class as soon as possible; maybe he could try get a few minutes of sleep before the bell rang. Perhaps Yasuo had some news about what was going on this early in the school year. He wasn’t sure how his friend knew what he knew, or where he got such reliable resources, but the other boy always had his facts straight. He was, after all, right about the new kid.

    He grinned when he thought about the new boy, knowing full well that he was in lust, and wondered how long it would take for it to just wear off. Besides, knowing his luck, the guy wasn’t gay. However, even that thought didn’t dampen his spirits for the day. He would at least get another friend out of this– and he could use another one, especially a little firecracker like well, he couldn’t exactly remember the other boy’s name at the moment, but he was sure they would become at least friends, maybe a little more if he played his cards right.

    Sitting down in the empty classroom, he took in a deep breath before putting his head on the table, rather intent on dreaming about the blond. He didn’t mind at all, although he felt a pang of loss when he thought that they didn’t have gym class together, which could also be a good thing, since he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t be able to hold any sense of decency if it were the case. He really needed to stop thinking of the other boy stripping. He didn’t want to suffer the consequences later.

    “Hey, sleepyhead, wake up,” Yasuo said, turning on the blasted lights. “And here I thought you said that you were going to actually try to stay awake for first hour this year.”

    “But it s too fucking hard,” Vlad replied with an exaggerated groan. “I mean, the sun s too low in the horizon! It’s ungodly to think of being up before noon and you know it!”

    “Quit your bitchin’,” Yasuo replied, flopping down in his seat. “I said I would make sure that you actually stay coherent during class and I’m damn determined to do so. After all, what are best friends for?”

    Vlad shook his head, sitting up straight for a moment before he stretched, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stretch like he wanted to once the classroom filled up. The first bell rang soon after Yasuo came in, and the throng of people in the halls slowly filtered into the classrooms, dreary until the next break where they would be able to chat with friends or do whatever they did. His concern was getting to class as soon as he could so he could catch some quick dozing naps, that sometimes took the whole hour to wake up from.

    He looked around, the bell for classes to begin was going to ring soon, but his new friend hadn’t walked in yet, which was starting to depress him. Did he feel too cramped or hazed the day before? Would he even come back to the school? Maybe he did something drastic, like changing all of his classes! He didn’t want that; he wanted to seduce the guy, damn it! He wouldn’t be able to if he couldn’t find him!

    However, at the last minute, he watched as Azazel walked into the room, looking a bit more confident than the previous day, but limping slightly. The poor kid most likely tripped up the stairs or something. It wasn’t anything new; they had all done the same thing at one time or another, so he was sure that he wouldn’t miss the step again. Well, not for some time at least.

    “What’s wrong with you?” Yasuo asked as soon as Azazel sat down. “You’re walking with a limp today.”

    “I fell down on the steps,” Azazel replied. Vlad nodded along as if he had watched it himself. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

    “Don’t worry about it.” Vlad grinned. “We’ve all done it. I think those stairs are a bit too steep, but that won’t change them.”

    “I just have to be a little more cautious,” was all Azazel was able to say before the teacher entered, beginning the string of a long and boring day.

    When lunch finally came around, Vlad was worn out, not ready for another two classes before he would be able to don his helmet and race to his bed, where he would gleefully pass out until dinner, eat, and then sleep some more. Maybe get up and do some homework in the middle of the night, and then sleep until he had to do it again. It wasn’t a very practical sleeping schedule, but it was one that worked for him, sort of. He wasn’t sure how long it would be practical since he actually had to try in school now. This year was going to blow.

    Well, maybe not as much as he thought. Especially if he could just get into Azazel s pants at one point; maybe even have a relationship, although those were dangerous thoughts. He didn’t want to push the other guy away, but he wasn’t sure how to bring him closer, although he vaguely thought that maybe some more time was going to be needed before anything really happened. Vladamir had never been a patient person, so this was going to kill him even more than actually doing his homework for a change.

    Azazel ate his lunch quietly, mostly listening to the chit chat of Yasuo and Vlad, sometimes chiming in whenever it seemed they were asking him a question, but he was mostly sullen, simply because he couldn’t get it out of his head that he was somehow at fault for what happened the previous day. He didn’t remember doing anything, although the thanking part he didn’t quite understand. He was pretty sure that rape wasn’t something Americans did to thank each other, and if it was, the country was more ass backwards than he originally thought.

    “Did you even hear me?” Vlad asked again, waving his hand in front of Azazel s face. “Earth to Az-man.”

    “My name is Azazel,” he replied sharply. “And I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch exactly what you were trying to say.”

    “I was asking if you had any plans for the weekend,” Vlad replied, sulking. “Besides, I like your nickname. It s easier than Azazel.”

    “Forgive my friend. He’s an idiot,” Yasuo sighed. “However, we were wondering if you wanted to hang out over the weekend. Maybe we could show you around town, places to avoid, places to just relax a bit. It must suck sitting around in a stuffy house all day.”

    “I don t want to trouble anyone,” Azazel replied. “I’d much rather relax at home anyway. It’s going to be a trying week as it is.”

    “So how about Saturday at four,” Vlad suggested, grinning. He was intent on getting the blond to go out with them. Maybe he would actually have some fun this year.

    “I said I’d rather stay home.”

    “At four it is!”

    “I never said yes!”

    “Sorry, but it’s settled.” Yasuo laughed. “Besides, think of it as a learning experience. You need some American culture to mellow you out a bit. You’re too high strung.”

    Azazel rolled his eyes, wondering how he made friends with such eccentric people, although maybe learning a little bit about the area he lived in wouldn’t be so bad. It would certainly take his mind off Michael and his dilemma for awhile. It seemed there was no way to deter the boys and their plan anyway, so it was moot point to argue any further. His mother would be happy to know that he had friends.

    “Fine. Just don t be late”, Azazel sighed.

    “Great! We’ll trade numbers tomorrow before class”, Vlad grinned, trying to keep the dirty thoughts in his head at bay, although doing a horrid job of it. “You’re gonna have fun on Saturday, trust me!”

December 18, 2009

  • Christmas Porn

    So…wrote some porn for my friend since she requested it. Although neither of them are of the fluffy sort. At all.

    The first one can only be described as sorta creepy with slight bondage and the second one is tent…but not really tent rape. In my opinion, they both seem like they’re rushed, but I could be wrong. : Oh, and both are men on men. Because het porn is just creepy.

    And Azazel, Zakary, Uraki, and Miko are all my friend’s characters. Vladamir is mine.

    Enjoy?


    AzazelxVlad

    Insanity


    A month.

    That was how long as it had been since they had a day to themselves without the other one having to go into the office, being called in, or something horrific happen to where they had to be torn out of their little home on the edge of Hell and the Mortal plane. Such as a party or invitation that they ‘couldn’t refuse under any circumstance’, which meant that Lucifer was going to be bored and needed someone to go and be bored with him. However, Vlad was getting impatient with the long days and nights where he was lucky to make it to the bed before he passed out. He was staying home, and he was going to make Azazel stay home with him, not that he expected much resistance on that end. The other Fallen working just as hard, or harder, than he was.

    Fluffing his wings, Vladamir never thought that a shower could feel that relaxing. He wrapped his robes around him loosely, figuring that it was his own damn house and he was able to do as he pleased. Sort of. Azazel didn’t like it if he walked around in just his boxers, something about being distracting and the possibility of company. Honestly, if they dropped by, he wasn’t going to sacrifice his own comfort for the sake of anyone who bothered to come a calling. However, he knew that it would upset Azazel and he had been on the opposite end of enough glares, threats, and horrible promises that he just learned to listen like a good husband should.

    Speaking of husbands, Vlad grinned to himself, looking forward to watching Azazel calmly paint in the little studio that they had set up for him so that he could paint in peace. However, he could see that the canvas was still blank, which worried him a little. It was almost as if the brush, the paint most likely needing to be reapplied, was too scared to touch the surface, to mar its clear vision with that of the artist. That never bode well for him, as it meant that Azazel was so stressed out that he couldn’t even relax himself enough to paint.

    “Azazel,” Vlad said softly, slowly stepping into the room. “I think you should take a little break, you’ve been in that same position since I went in the shower.”

    Azazel turned his head in a sharp motion silver eyes void of any emotion but rage, one that Vlad wasn’t able to place. He hadn’t done anything in his knowledge to piss off the other Fallen that much in the short amount of time that they had been around each other. Vlad instinctively stepped back when Azazel stood up, facing him and dropping the palate and brushes to the floor, wings unfurled halfway, as if trying to block off any path or hope that Vlad had of escaping.

    “You,” Azazel hissed, moving quickly and pinning Vlad against the wall. “You dare to interrupt me and my work. Dare to demand that I rest for your own enjoyment. To what? Increase your hold on me demon! I will show you that I am demanded to do nothing by no one that exists now or has ever existed.”

    “I didn’t mean,” Vlad begun, only having a hand clamp down on his throat to effectively shut him up.

    You will not try to address me,” Azazel said lowly, his glare getting more intense. “You will learn your lesson, Fallen.”

    Vlad couldn’t move, he didn’t know what to expect when Azazel got like this. It was like he was thrown back into the days that he was in Heaven, and when he resisted anything he could because he needed some sort of worth, some sort of feeling that he wasn’t just the sex toy of a maniac that most of Heaven valued as a highborn hero. This happened from time to time, although he was never sure exactly how everything would play out. One day, he did fear that he would become a resident of oblivion because of these little ‘episodes’, but he always held onto the hope that they would just stop one day, and they both would be fully free.

    “Get on your knees Fallen,” Azazel growled, releasing Vlad who crumpled to the floor, holding his throat where an angry red mark was beginning to appear. “Allow yourself to be commanded by your betters.”

    Vlad knew better than to do anything else but kneel there, and wonder what was going through Azazel’s mind. He stayed on his spot on the floor as he watched Azazel leave, and then come back not even a minute later, the familiar jingle of metal on metal ringing in his ears. He suppressed a shudder, but whether it was from excitement or fear he wasn’t really sure nor did he really have a chance to think it over as he was hauled to his feet roughly, staring into the far away silver eyes.

    “You will be punished for your crimes,” Azazel said, taking a fist full of hair and partially dragging Vlad to their shared bedroom, shoving him roughly on the bed. “You will bleed, you will cry, you will beg for mercy like the souls that you have dragged down with you have.”

    Aquamarine eyes looked upon the whip that was in Azazel’s hands, Vlad scared to what was going to become of him. He had been on the receiving end of Azazel’s wrath many times, but mostly due to his own stupid comments or actions. But this was new and dangerous, he wasn’t sure that he liked the change very much either. He sounded too much like Michael, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with this. The other times this had happened, he would snap out of it, but this time, he wasn’t so sure that he would be saved too much harm.

    Azazel tested the feel of it in his hands, it felt a little off, not right, but it was to be expected. This one wasn’t made for him, but it would do for his purpose. He delighted in the way Vlad’s eyes got wide at the sound, yes, punish the one that hurt innocents, punish the one that took his own innocence away. Send those who belonged in hell back after punishing them. That’s what angels like him did, they protected the innocents, even when innocence was no longer a part of them.

    He tilted his head to the side, considering exactly what he wanted to do. He could hear the whisperings in his head, as if trying to manipulate him, telling him to just kill this flea and go back to Heaven, but that scared him for some reason. Like Heaven would reject him outright if he tried to go back, this job left undone or not. His eyes narrowed at the thought, not sure which path to follow, but knew that malice was slowly draining out of him. However, he had enough left to be able to play with the Fallen before him before he tried to figure out where exactly he belonged, as Heaven seemed so wrong and out of the picture.

    Vlad noticed the change, but still refused to say anything on his behalf, as this was the crucial moment where his mental stability could go either way, and he had provoked it to go the way of insanity before, and he didn’t want to provoke anything now, as he feared he might not survive the outcome of it. He shuddered involuntarily at the sinister grin, knowing full well that it was intended for him to see. Truth be told, he was scared now, although somewhat curious on to what was in store for him now. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be hurt too bad, it would be embarrassing to have to get medical attention for not doing something stupid this time.

    Azazel looked at the Fallen that he loomed over, the fear and uncertainty that looked at him gave him a sense of power that he felt that he had been missing for a long time. There was some clarity now, he knew that he knew the face that was looking up at him, but he couldn’t tell from where or for how long they had known each other, or if they had just passed each other by one day and now they were in this little situation. He couldn’t say that he he didn’t like the feeling of power he was experiencing, nor could he deny that this was thrilling beyond his comprehension.

    He raised his arm, and brought it down harshly, the whip following the motion and landing next to Vlad, making the other flinch his wings closer to his body. That was fun. He did it again, once again enjoying the thrill of the power that coursed through him. He knew he could make this more fun if he wanted, bringing the whip down again, purposely hitting some of the fabric of the robes, entertaining the sounds of it ripping over and over again in his head. He liked that sound, and was intent on hearing it again.

    However, the little vermin kept moving around, too much for his liking. He knew where the proper restraints were for him to use, although how he knew bugged him a bit. Disregarding the feeling of unease, he glared at the figure on the bed, cracking the whip again. He liked how the end didn’t even land near him this time and Vlad still flinched. He didn’t think that he would ever tire of this game.

    “Move and it will be the end of you, Fallen,” Azazel said, moving towards the closet where he knew where some restraints were. They looked mostly new, maybe used once or twice, but that fact hardly concerned him. Whatever they were used for, whoever they were used for, they were his toys now. And to only be used for his purpose. He grinned wickedly, going through the plan in his head.

    Vlad himself was trying to figure out what was going through the blonde’s head while he rifled through the closet, and whether or not he was to survive this ordeal or not. He sort of hoped that he would, if only to try to coax Azazel to tell him what was bothering him so much to lose it like this, but also to try to make sure that it didn’t happen again, or become worse. He had to talk with Lucifer about the work load though, especially if that was the cause of his current situation. All he needed was the idiot over-stressing his lover and then having said lover take it out on him when his already damaged mind decided to snap.

    He wanted to get up and try to just hold Azazel, that worked the last time, but he had a feeling that he really would get killed if he even dared to move an inch let alone off the bed and sneak up behind him. Vlad wasn’t as stupid as he made himself out to be, although that cover had its benefits as well. He would just play along with Azazel’s game for now, wondering if the night was going to get any better for him or if he would just have to endure this as some karmic punishment for something he had done so long ago that he didn’t even remember meriting for it.

    Azazel came back, smiling down at Vlad, metal glinting in the dim light, catching it from the fading light that peeked through the closed drapes. Vlad could honestly say that he didn’t like where this was going in the least, but he was powerless to stop it, at least not without causing more injury to Azazel. He would endure, if only because he had vowed to help the other Fallen, even if he didn’t know half the time if he was doing more harm than good.

    “We’re going to play a game, I’m sure that you played it with those that you dragged down with you,” Azazel said with a large, if not creepy, smile. “However, I don’t think you’ll like it as much being on the receiving end of this.”

    “Kinky,” Vlad muttered, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. Maybe this would break him out of it before any real physical damage took place? He could only hope. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

    “A promise,” Azazel said, face instantly becoming stern. He moved quickly, grabbing Vlad’s wrists and holding them above his head. Vlad grinned up at him, which only made him want to break this Fallen that much more. How cocky! “And I promise that your grin will not stay on your face for long.”

    With a hard yank, he pulled up on Vlad’s arms, bringing him to his knees on the bed, tying his wrists to the long posts that held the canopy over the bed. Something Vlad had indulged in, since he had an appreciation for some of the mortal vanities and social status. He couldn’t help if some of the ideas were pleasing to the eye, although he was sort of rethinking the decision now. He didn’t fight the restraints, he had a feeling what was coming, but he didn’t want to hurt Azazel, the other man most likely hurting more than he could even imagine. A little physical abuse was nothing out of the ordinary anyway. Although he wondered if being burnt to a crisp hurt more than a whip.

    Azazel smirked at the minimal struggling, this one was so willing to go through with it. It just made things that much easier for him. He positioned Vlad to where he would get the best cover, opting to have him face the other rather than have his back turned to him. He wanted to look at his expressions, wanted to see the pain flit across his face. Maybe even pleasure? He let that thought go, not sure where that had even come from in the first place. He just knew that it was right to do it this way, no matter what the reason was.

    “Let your punishment begin, Fallen,” Azazel said, picking up the whip again, and bringing it harshly across Vlad’s midsection, enjoying the sound of fabric ripping. He was sort of disappointed that as of yet, there was no blood spilled, but knew that would be an eventuality and that he just had to be patient. He would see the blood that he wanted to see, and rejoice as one so foul was getting their just rewards.

    He kept up his assault until his arm grew tired, both Fallen panting by this time. Vlad was a mess, his chest, midsection, legs, arms, and wings were bleeding, he wasn’t sure how much although he assumed that the bedding below him would be forever ruined. Luckily for him, Azazel didn’t seem to think that he needed to be castrated, as that would lead to some struggling no matter what state Azazel’s mind was in. His wings twitched with pain as he was struck again, this time the face, his cheek becoming cut and bleeding.

    Azazel looked at his handiwork, the tattered robes that had fallen away except the pieces that were large enough to dangle from the form before him, and the mainly whole pieces that were able to cling to his back. Blood ran in rivets down the flesh before him, wounds criss-crossing the form. Vlad’s head hung limp, chest taking in shaky breaths, the short dark hair matted with sweat and blood that somehow became matted in, most likely due to the wings when he was able to damage them. They wouldn’t be flight worthy for awhile, the injuries deep and blood congealing over the feathers that would be a pain to wash out if he even let the Fallen scum out of his confinements.

    He dropped the whip to the floor, creeping closer to Vlad, taking a closer look at the injuries, figuring that they weren’t too bad, and that he could take a lot more than he along could dish out. The other barely screamed except when he hit his wings, which was expected. The wings were the most sensitive spot on any Angel or Fallen, no matter what. He slowly tilted Vlad’s head up, aquamarine meeting silver for an instant, before Azazel closed the distance between them, tongue lapping up the salty tears that were running down Vlad’s face. The bitterness suited him, he couldn’t wait to perhaps taste more tears, maybe even fresh ones.

    He took out a knife Vlad’s eyes widening as he looked at the glinting object, not sure exactly what was going to happen to him, and not sure that he wanted to know either. Azazel’s smile turned sinister, mouth coming closer to his ear, tugging on it lightly with his teeth. Vlad hissed at that, it would seem that perhaps he wasn’t going to have to worry too much after all? Maybe this was just some sadistic game that he was secretly being forced into and that everything would turn out alright in the end? If so, after this, he needed to have a long talk with Azazel about his methods and the fact that they didn’t have a safe word.

    “Don’t worry, you will not die by just these few wounds,” Azazel said, dragging the blade softly against Vlad’s side. “However, you do need something to scar, to show the fact that you are a traitor to Heaven and that you will one day get your just desserts. I am not the one capable of giving you all that you deserve, scum, but I will try my hardest.”

    With that, he dug the knife into Vlad’s side, enjoying the scream that came out of the other’s mouth as he cut long and deep, watching the blood bubble up from the wound, eventually spilling out like the much more shallow ones on the rest of his body had done before they began to close up. Azazel took his finger, and brought the red substance to an unmarred part of Vlad’s skin, creating patterns as he watched the muscles twitched underneath, most likely expecting more pain. With a long sigh, figuring that he couldn’t allow his victim to bleed out, he summoned some fire, just a small amount, to close up the wound, Vlad groaning with pain as Azazel heated his flesh back together.

    Maybe he had gone too far with this.

    “Snap out of it,” Vlad said quietly, bringing Azazel out of his exploration of what blood did as it dried, playing with it on his fingers. “Please Azazel….tell me what’s…”

    He wasn’t able to finish what he was saying, as he was smacked hard, his fresh cut stinging at the stimulation. He looked back up at Azazel, who’s eyes were wide, and whirling with a few different emotions that Vlad didn’t want to place, for the fear that he would find something that would be the end of him, of them, of everything that he worked so hard to save again and again.

    “You know my name,” Azazel said, his voice dangerously calm, although his eyes remained wild. “How do you know my name.”

    “You really don’t know who I am,” Vlad said, once again hanging his head. “Fine. Do what you will.”

    “Who told you my name.”

    Vlad didn’t respond, not even to the pain of his hair being pulled up so he would have to look at Azazel in the eye. He couldn’t hold back the sadness. He wasn’t crying, but he had the sad look in his eye that even pained Azazel, who didn’t know why. And that fact bothered him above all else.

    “Who told you my name.”

    Again, Vlad did not offer an answer, but continued to look into Azazel’s eyes until the other became too frustrated and forcefully shoved his head back down. He apparently either knew this scum at one point or someone else was the traitor and now all the Fallen knew his name, what he was capable of, and what they had to do in order to get away without become too scathed. Even though he didn’t remember letting anyone suspicious survive, he was sure that they found out somehow. He made a mental note to find anyone who even remotely looked like they were traitorous, to try to figure out how this one found out his name.

    He once again pressed himself into Vlad, making the other look up at him in curiosity, and almost immediately regretting doing so, as his chin was caught and their foreheads pressed together. For a moment, Vlad thought that everything was going to be okay, and that Azazel would stop hurting him for the night. He really wished that was the case, especially as Azazel ran his fingers slowly and seemingly deliberately where the wings joined the shoulders, playing with the soft black and red feathers that grew there. He relaxed completely into the restraints, leaning on the other Fallen even though it aggravated some of his wounds, the steady massaging of his wings relaxing him almost completely, except when Azazel brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, sending a thrilling shiver down his spine.

    “Oh, so your wings are like ours,” Azazel grinned, locking his eyes with Vlad’s. “This will help my cause then.”

    With that, he removed himself from Vlad, grinning once again as he got off the bed, this time coming around on the side and wrapping his arms around Vlad’s sides, pressing up against his back. Vlad’s wings twitched as he felt Azazel gently nuzzle against the arcs of his wings, luckily uninjured from the previous torture. Azazel himself liked the way this felt, it just seemed natural and it felt nice. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what the wings would have looked like before they were forever marred with this color, but found that no combination looked right in his mind, which was odd. It wasn’t that he had never watched the Fall of an Angel before, but to not be able to tell what color this one’s wings were, maybe he got the wrong Fallen.

    Vlad himself was cursing his body out for being aroused simply because of Azazel’s gentle touches, biting back a moan as Azazel’s fingers slowly ran up his stomach, lightly and carefully going over the scabbing wounds. When he reached the nipples, Vlad did let out a hiss of pleasure as they were played with, wings bristling as Azazel carefully nipped at his neck, not causing him too much harm. He couldn’t believe he was getting aroused by this, he couldn’t believe that his body was so quick to accept Azazel’s advances so easily and readily.

    “I will stain you Fallen,” Azazel said, dragging his nails down, tearing opening some of the wounds. “They will know that one of Heaven has taken you, and I will not forgive you if you allow anyone other than myself to stain you like this. Just like I have no other choice with the one that stains me.”

    In an instant, Vlad knows what’s coming, what to expect, and the reason behind it in one little sentence. Apparently, Michael had been screwing with his mind again, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. That pained him more than the hands squeezing his half-hard cock a little too hard and the biting to continue to get harder until they broke skin. He was going to be one hell of a mess to clean up in the morning, he would be sorry if Azazel had to wake up and see him. He hoped he was able to get untied sometime after this. Azazel didn’t need to know about what was going on if he didn’t happen to remember.

    “As you wish,” was all Vlad could think to say, the growl that came from Azazel animal like, and thrilling him. It was rare even when he had his wits about him to be so assertive, and truthfully, it just added to the situation.

    He wasn’t really prepared for the fingers being shoved into his mouth though. Maybe along with him, Azazel forgot how to properly make even this act sensual, which meant that he regressed much further back than he originally thought. That meant he was going to bleed even more. Fun.

    He sucked on the fingers as much as he could, putting enough spit on them to hopefully be enough although he suspected that it was going to take more than that to make this whole thing to be less painful in the morning. He would have to come up with a good excuse for his condition, but that could wait until after he assessed his injuries properly. Hopefully nothing was infected before then.

    Azazel worked his other hand to the back, slowly getting Vlad to spread his legs, and tearing away the part of the rags, they were too torn to be called anything else now, that covered his back off, tossing them onto the floor. He played with the wings a little more, grinning as he felt Vlad’s tongue try to lavish as much saliva onto them as he could, not that he minded. He would try the same thing, however he figured that it would be about the same effect. Especially when he was determined to make Vlad bleed, scar him on the inside, make him completely his.

    He pulled out his fingers, grinning as Vlad groaned at having them pulled out, and then being positioned to where he was fully exposed to Azazel behind him. He could hear the soft chuckle, and that was all the warning he got when he had two fingers pushed into him roughly. Vlad groaned with partial discomfort, partial excitement for what he knew was going to be coming next. He relaxed as much as he could, feeling the third finger being added painfully, the three spreading him and sometimes brushing across his prostate, making Vlad moan and shiver. Azazel didn’t particularly aim for that spot, knowing what it was, but this wasn’t supposed to be pleasure for the Fallen, but for him.

    Vlad whimpered when he felt all three pulled out, immediately feeling the tip of Azazel’s dick pressed against his ass. The blonde’s hands held his hips in place, not allowing him any movement at all, either away or to impale himself. Vlad tried hard not to move, to just relax. It had been a very long time since he had been entered in this manor, and knew that there was going to be hell to pay for it. What really drove him wild was when nothing happened for what seemed like ever, that they were stuck in this position and would never get out.

    “Please,” Vlad said, finally breaking down his pride and begging. If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t, but this was Azazel. He did a lot of things for the other man that he wouldn’t do for other people.

    With that plea, he felt Azazel push in, Vlad screaming from the pain, no matter how relaxed he tried to be. He could feel his muscles burn in protest, the friction painful and causing him to spasm and Azazel to groan. Whether it was from the pleasure his spasms were giving him or the feeling of power, Vlad didn’t want to know. He just wanted this to be over with, and wanted Azazel to be in his right mind again.

    Azazel stopped when he was fully inside, breathing heavily on Vlad’s neck, his wings softly caressing the edges of Vlad’s, both shivering at the sensation. Vlad had always liked that, he was surprised that Azazel even remembered that he did too. Azazel held Vlad close, fingers playing with his stomach as they slowly traveled down, Vlad caught in between pain and growing arousal, not sure which to give into. His body made up his mind for him, when Azazel’s hands coaxed him back into full hardness, Vlad able to relax a bit more, shifting his hips as if to give Azazel a clue to move, one that was mostly ignored.

    It wasn’t until Vlad was almost close to begging again, moaning with every touch that Azazel started to slowly pull out, making Vlad feel him, and slowly pushing back in. Vlad groaned, not really in pain, but in relief of finally moving. His wings twitched, Azazel’s carefully cupping over them, as if to hinder their movement and still being able to cause some pleasure. After a couple of slow thrusts, Vlad began to beg for him to do it faster, and Azazel was too happy to comply. He even tried to get it harder when Vlad asked for it, finding the prostate again, and was determined to have Vlad screaming, which he did.

    When he felt that Vlad was close, he closed his hand on the hard cock, stroking it in time with his hard thrusts, groaning himself as Vlad’s ass tightened around him. He grinned, this time, he wasn’t going to be the first one cumming, no, this Fallen would be, and it would be because of him. With one more good pull of his hand, Vlad screamed in ecstasy, tightening almost painfully around Azazel. However, Azazel wasn’t through just yet. He kept on going, making Vlad ride out his orgasm, which Vlad himself couldn’t complain, it actually felt kind of nice.

    After a little while, Azazel finally came himself, shooting deep inside of Vlad, making the other man sigh in pleasure, trying hard not to become aroused again. Azazel leaned on Vlad, panting hard as he felt the other body go almost completely lax against the bindings. The Fallen was going to have rope burns, but that was another wound, another scar, another sign of proof that he was owned.


    UrakixZak

    Tentacle Pronz

     

    Zakary woke up to a pleasant feeling all around him, which only meant that he was going to be going through all hell very, very soon. He didn’t feel any spells on him, which was a plus for once, although he was sure that would change very soon, or as soon as Uraki figured out what he was awake. Though it could have been a dream, he wouldn’t be none the wiser about it either way.

    “Oh, I am not invading your dreams this time,” Uraki said, running his fingers through Zak’s messy brown hair. “No, tonight I will show your physical body pleasure.”

    “I thought it was Miko’s night,” Zak said groggily, the hand on his head feeling better than it should have. Maybe this was being a pet was like. Although, he wished he had a kinder master. “I was looking forward to actually getting a decent nights sleep for once.”

    “You know better than that,” Uraki grinned, continuing to run his hand through Zak’s hair. “however, I can assure you that your body will throughly enjoy tonight. One day, your mind will submit to me as well.”

    “Snowflake’s chance in hell,” Zak muttered, earning himself a tug on his scalp. “It’s true dammit!”

    “One day,” Uraki hummed, continuing to pet Zak, sinister grin spreading across his face. He was slowly calling the shadows to him, it had been awhile since he done this. “Even though at the moment, you do not.”

    Zakary bit back a moan when something pressed against his nipple, the petting of his hair not stopping, making him think that Uraki was using his free hand. He closed his eyes, intent on just getting this over with. The sooner Uraki got his fill, the sooner he would go back to sleep with Miko, who he hoped he would be able to cuddle with for a little while anyway. However, he was confused when both of his nipples were toyed with, and the petting continuing.

    “What…ah,” he moaned and arched when he felt Uraki kissing behind his ear, and slowly his hand down Zak’s chest, the assault on his nipples not stopping. He could feel himself slowly hardening, his breath quickening a little as the hand traveled lower.

    “So excited already,” Uraki said, humming. “Do not come until I say so. Or else.”

    Zak half glared at him, even through the sharp spike of pleasure that shot through him. He felt something restrain his wrists and ankles although he didn’t care much exactly what was restraining him. Just as long as he stayed in one piece for the most part. That was all he ever asked.

    He was surprised when he was lifted off the bed, Uraki pulling off the blankets to reveal Zak’s body to the cold, the only clothing on the man’s body was his tie-dye boxers, which Uraki rid him of with no trouble. He found his head supported by the same black tendrils that held his wrists and ankles. He turned his head towards the bed, eyes widening when he looked at what appeared to be a pit with five tentacles coming up. He heard Uraki’s laugh, head turning back to him.

    “We have only done this in your dreams, have we not,” Uraki said, grinning lecherously. “However, tonight, we will see how much your physician body can take.”

    Zak fought against his restraints a little before the one that held his neck tightened painfully, choking him until he stopped. His eye burned, the contract having a few symbols glowing, causing him to lose sight in the eye. He stopped struggling as his body went completely numb, causing him to start to panic and take in frantic breaths.

    “Stop panicking,” Uraki sighed, rolling his eyes. “Really Zakary, you are ruining the mood. Relax and I will give you back your body.”

    That was easier said than done for Zak, especially as he relaxed, and he could feel ‘more support’ being added for him. He didn’t want this, he knew what was going to happen, but he wasn’t sure if his body would be able to take it. He could begin to feel pressure slowly being added to his back, his legs being slowly pulled apart, all as he could feel his body again. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, although he knew it wasn’t going to work. Only because he knew exactly what he was going to go through.

    “All I want you to do is feel,” Uraki said, a little disappointed that even though he tried to prepare him for this eventuality, Zakary was still too much unprepared. “This will not hurt if you do not struggle, Zakary.”

    And he was just supposed to accept that as truth? However, he knew that he had little choice in the mater, relaxing as much as he was able, as he was able to feel the curious probes feel around his body. At least they weren’t seeking entrance yet, thank the gods, but just exploring his skin. Touching here, pushing there, not feeling for holes like those of the astral plane, but just exploring. Just testing the slight reactions, some of which felt nice, like the previous teasing, slowly working him back into hardness.

    “There we go,” Uraki said, sounding greatly pleased as he slowly kissed Zak. “It will be so much easier if you just relax and enjoy this.”

    “You’re being awfully considerate,” Zak muttered, bracing himself to be choked or something for his ‘insolence’.

    “Ah, but we have not yet arrived at the main course,” Uraki said, chuckling. That didn’t do anything but make Zak’s blood pressure shot through the roof. “And stop thinking like an old man. A little foreplay will not compromise your contract.”

    Zak was only able to give him a quick glare before one of the tentacles poked at his half-hard cock experimentally, sending a spark of pleasure through his body. He bit back a moan when more decided to toy with him, some playing with his balls, others swarming over his stomach and chest. They had ever done that before, and he couldn’t complain too much about it either.

    “That is very good, Zakary,” Uraki said, playing with a tentacle around his fingers. “They are happy that you are responding so well, and that you seem to like it. However, they would like to proceed to the main Would you deny them, even if they are willing to show you so much pleasure?”

    Uraki expected him to think right now? He could feel the ones holding him up getting restless, although the feeling of them moving against his bare skin oddly pleasant. This thing…things…had a conscious mind? Seeing as he was going to be choked to death if the didn’t comply, he couldn’t exactly say now. Plus, they were being ‘nice’ to him at the moment, so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad for him if he was lucky.

    “I guess,” Zak finally said, instantly doubting the grin that spread across Uraki’s face.

    “Very good Zakary,” Uraki said, leaning over him. “I must say that your training is coming along rather nicely. You will enjoy this throughly.”

    Thankfully, Uraki didn’t expect him to try to force out an answer, Zakary gasping as the writhing mass of tentacles on his back brushed against his ass and close but never really touching his balls. Some of the braver ones slid up his side, the feeling making him shudder in pleasure. He might have let out a moan, it would have explained Uraki’s sudden grin, but he wasn’t sure anymore. All he knew that something somewhat damp and hard as his erection was rubbing up against it. And that felt really good at the moment.

    “Such a good boy,” Uraki hummed, nipping at the man’s neck, the tentacle that held it in place loosening to give Uraki the room he desired.

    Zak almost had to hold back a snort, he knew that he was no where near where Uraki wanted him yet, not that he would ever get to that point willingly. Although this was the closest to consenting that he had been in a long time. Maybe it was the fact that he was still kind of tired and this wasn’t feeling too bad at the moment.

    Yes, blame your current state of mind if it makes you feel better,” Uraki said against his skin. “However, it will not changed the fact that you are becoming mine.”

    The contract began to burn again, and his sight was regained, with had Zak sighing in relief as he laid back fully on the tentacles, that seemed very pleased to be allowed to having him relax so thoroughly, and a few brave ones decided that they had enough of waiting. He could feel those that were specifically made to ease his ass open, the thin appendage barely the width of even one finger, slowly pushing inside. Zak moaned at the intrusion, knowing what was going to happen to him, and just figured that since they weren’t starting off rough, that he would be safe from any lasting damage.

    He could feel it in him, slowly moving around, going in and out, shallow thrusts that barely did anything for him. However, soon, one about the width of two fingers entered him, making Zak moan when it brushed across his prostate, the ones that were playing with his cock tightening around the base, holding back any orgasm that was going to come before they were doing with him. He expected that though, as it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary with Uraki and whatever he had planned.

    This one, however, took no time in preparing him, quickly readying him for the three finger width one, which breeched him roughly. He moaned soon enough, feeling the slight friction better, and the way that it brushed up against his prostate with almost every thrust making him moan and buck in time with it. Uraki grinned, the tentacles allowing him to straddle Zak’s chest. He looked at the erection, not sure if he was drooling because of the way it stood in his face or the fact that he felt the tentacle wiggling around in his ass and a few poking at his own aching erection.

    “Show me how you are feeling,” Uraki said huskily, grinning as Zak shuddered. He knew what it was from too, and he was just happy that he was able to cause it.

    Zak opened his mouth willingly, he just needed something to distract him from his growing arousal, although he doubted that this would help very much. He shuddered again as his prostate was brushed up against, not sure what he felt as Uraki practically shoved his cock down his throat, choking him for a moment before he pulled back. He glared at the other who only grinned at him, Zak accepting that as about the only apology that he was going to get. He began to suck, using his tongue to run along the underside of the erection that twitched slightly at the stimulation. At least he knew how to get Uraki off without much trouble.

    “Very good,” Uraki said, running his hands up his sides, obviously just enjoying the feelings that were ridding through him. “Very, very good.”

    Zak had to resist the temptation to just bite down and get some revenge for this, but figured that he wouldn’t like what happened next if he attempted to do anything like that. He just continued to try to move his head to give Uraki some of the same pleasure he was feeling, whimpering when the tentacle retreated and another one, thicker and about the size he was used to taking now, pressed against him.

    This one felt like a regular penis, making him wonder what went through Uraki’s imagination sometimes or if these were truly beasts that he would never see the full part of, and that Uraki just owed something to. Although thinking about The Contractor owing anything was sort of humorous. Zak moaned as it slowly pressed into him, relaxing as much as he could while the others played with his skin, two playing with his nipples, making his eyes roll back, and his head falling back. He moaned long and deep, he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy this, although Uraki’s insistent glares at him when he looked at him made him grin. Apparently, the demigod didn’t like to be left out.

    “Indeed. Continue,” Uraki growled, Zak complying without much effort.

    Zak moaned around the cock in his mouth, making Uraki hiss in response as he was fucked by whatever the tentacle…thingy was fucking him with. He felt one of the tentacles let go of his own erection, opting now to play with the precum around the slit, which had him shuddering again. He sucked on Uraki’s head, trying hard to recreate what was going on with him. It was the best he could think to do with himself, when thinking was becoming much more difficult.

    “Swallow,” was all the warning he got when Uraki came, Zakary trying his hardest to get it all, and kind of impressed that he did.

    Uraki let the tentacles hold him up, and slowly bring him off Zak, laying him gently on the bed. Zak let out a groan as his prostate was abused again, trying to spread his lets to get it in deeper, and maybe even make it go faster, harder, whatever it took to let them both get out of this torture. That and he hoped that Uraki hadn’t fallen asleep yet, he didn’t want to wait all night to be allowed to cum. That would just be plain torture.

    The tentacle seemed to get his message, getting deeper, and going faster and harder to boot, which had Zakary’s mind pleading for the ability to be released. He could feel his mind going hazy with need, not sure if Uraki could even hear him anymore. He hoped the tentacle thing was close as he was, because he had a feeling that if it wasn’t close, he wasn’t going to be allowed to orgasm at all.

    Seemingly on command, and after a rather rough trust, he could feel it stiffen and shake, releasing its contents into him, before slowly pulling out. Zak arched his back, the tentacles around his cock disappearing which allowed him to have one of the hardest orgasms that he ever had. He panted over his bed, slowly being allowed down as the pit disappeared and Uraki rolled over, looking at Zak with a grin.

    “We must try that again someday.”

    Zak just glared at him, wondering what he just allowed to happen and what did it mean for his future.


September 3, 2009

  • Pr0nz

    Yeah, wrote porn for a friend, and now posting it all over the internet because…well I can. And I’m trying to beat her to it. Because I can’t be outdone with my own creation.

    So…

    Warnings: It’s Yaoi, meaning one man is getting stuck with another man’s penis. And some sadism, because Uraki is a sadist and not really ashamed to admit this. Doesn’t help I’m kinda tired, but that’s besides the point.


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    Black was fast becoming Zak’s favorite color, although he wished that the circumstances to this whole situation were a little more favorable for him.  Uraki never was the one for allowing him to get away, not like he would tonight. The bastard seemed to want to play with him, they only thing different than usual were the cold gold eyes that started at him instead of the wavering violet ones. Plus, as much as he loved Miko, he would never do something this erotic no matter how much he would try to persuade him.

    Uraki himself was having fun, this dress was having the desired effect, although he had to wonder why Miko would hang on to something he said he’d never wear in public again. However, he didn’t count this as a public performance, since Zak was his to play with. To please and torture as he saw fit, most of the time anyway.  Sometimes, Miko didn’t want to give up his time with the man but not tonight. He was going to make Zak writhe for him, beg for him to go on, maybe even beg him to stop. It was always more fun if Zak fought it rather than just give in.

    He licked his lips sensually, moving the shadows around a bit to make sure that he looked his best, even in this stunted body. He wanted Zak hard by the time he got to him, wanted to hear his breath gasp when he finally removed the spell, wanted him to beg for any contact that would give him satisfaction. Yes, that was the kind of control that he wanted tonight, the kind of possession he wanted of him. The fabric rustled under his soft touch, fingers sliding up his thighs, then abdomen, over his nipples, up his neck, and through his hair. Oh, that got him the attention he wanted, this was going to be easier than he planned for.

    Moving a little closer, he began humming a familiar tune, one he heard Zakary sing on occasion, one that he planned on perverting more than the song implied already. He closed his eyes, just letting his body do what it did best; seduce. His movements swayed, the dress allowing a bit of easier movement, as the beat repeated itself in his head. He grinned when he heard the rattling of the handcuffs that had Zakary bound to the plush leather chair.  Office sex really was the best, he was glad that he listened in on a few opinions on the matter.

    Zak’s eyes narrowed at the movements, the swaying, the way Miko’s body looked in the shifting shadows that weren’t at all natural, but added to the allusion of danger.  Not that he was worried, Uraki wouldn’t hurt him too bad, at least if he cooperated like he was supposed to which was rarely. He didn’t plan on cooperating tonight either, since the fight to finally dominate the ‘god’ was  all he could think about, especially with the way his was making that body move.

    He wished he could move at the moment,  since he could only shift slightly against the cuffs that held his hands and ankles together, and try to will his erection away, especially since he was trying to remind his body that this wasn’t really Miko moving like that, it was someone else trying to seduce him. His body didn’t seem like it wanted to listen, however, Zak happy he couldn’t make a sound, as he would have most likely let out a moan when Uraki lifted the dress a little bit to show some pale skin that was just begging him to come and molest.

    “Zakary,” Uraki whispered huskily, gaining his attention back from whatever the other man was thinking about. “I want you to pay attention to me, not whatever that dull brain of yours is thinking about.”

    All Zak could do was glare at him, shifting a bit to try to make himself look more intimidating that he really was. Sitting up a little straighter, he looked Uraki in the eye, showing that he wasn’t going to be tempted but just a little skin.

    “Well, at least I have your attention now,” Uraki nodded, grinning as a perverse idea became stuck in his head, one that he would gladly do if it meant that he would get his way faster. “And I promise that you will not be disappointed, Zakary. After all, I try very hard not to disappoint my favorite.”

    With that, he swiveled his hips a bit, the song going through his head. He cleared his throat, changing his voice to Miko’s, as he knew that would get Zak’s undivided  attention, which was what he was aiming for after all. After all, he often said that nothing would be hotter than his mate singing such a perverse song and doing a dance to go along with it. He was half tempted to change his eye color too, but he didn’t feel like being that much of a sadist at the moment. Maybe a little later he would, just to see what kind of results he could get from it. For the moment, he just wanted Zak hornier than hell, so much so that he begged to be taken.

    “You…let me violate you,” he started slowly, using his other half’s voice, getting down on the floor on his stomach and lifting the upper half of his body up. “You let me…penetrate you.”

    Zak just watched and his fingers were fidgeting to get his hands on the boy before him, legs spread out behind him and the dress slowly sliding up across bare legs. Any hope of willing away a hard on was completely dashed as Uraki slowly made his way across the floor, giving him the seductive look that only Miko’s face could give, although it would have been much better if it was Miko, but he could deal with this. At least for right now. When the other man tried to take him however, there would be a battle, although sometimes Zak thought that Uraki enjoyed winning dominance from him in the first place. Wouldn’t surprise him in the least.

    He wasn’t paying attention to the words very much as he watched Uraki slowly come for him, watching him crawl around on the floor like a whore was kind of nice, made him seem at least somewhat submissive, although he knew how fast things could change, especially with his luck. He shivered when Uraki decided he had enough of singing, deciding to instead to crawl up his body instead. The chair creaked as Zak relaxed into it, deciding to just enjoy it while this lasted. Uraki was a skilled lover, there was no denying that, but he rarely gave this much attention. Miko must have been out cold if he was lucky to get ‘spoiled’ like this.

    “Oh, but you like being spoiled,” Uraki grinned, sitting with each of his legs around one of Zak’s. “You spoil my counter part all the time, do you not? And it is only out of convenience for me that you fight so diligently when trying to obtain dominance. It would be just horrid of me to abandon such a good pet like you and not show at least a little appreciation.”

    Zak smirked, trying to fight the urge to just to struggle out of this to avoid what he knew was coming. He could just struggle enough to flip the chair over, hopefully surprising Uraki enough to make his escape to try to get the damn thing off him, and then come back and who him who really was boss. He stopped his thoughts right there, realizing not for the first time that perhaps he was more screwed up in the head than he thought. That or his pride had enough of a beat down and wanted to just top Uraki at least once in his lifetime, afterlife, whatever the hell he was classified as now.

    “Tch, tch tch,” Uraki smiled, one of the creepier smiles Zak ever witnessed. “Such a naughty pet. Do you think that you deserve all this special treatment? Maybe I should just leave you like this, and do whatever I please to get my own completion while you sit there, quiet, and watching. I know how much you hate being teased, Zakary. And how unlucky for you that I am very good at such things. Especially when it comes to those that I take as my partners.”

    Slowly, Uraki slid up Zak’s leg, rubbing his erection a bit on his way up, Zak’s head falling back at the feel of it all. He didn’t want that, he wanted Zak to watch him climb on top of him, to watch how his dress kept sliding up his legs, how much more was being reveled to him. With a look, he was able to bring Zak’s gaze back down to him with a short spell, the magic keeping the other’s eyes open enough at least to see him, allowing for blinking since he didn’t want to fuck someone with bloodshot eyes. Plus, it would raise questions from Miko and he didn’t want to explain how that one happened when he was supposed to be looking after the man after all.

    Tilting his head to the side, Uraki snapped his fingers, a bit of the restraint that he placed on Zak’s vocal chords dissipating, allowing some sound, but not enough to really talk with. Mostly moaning, since that was what he wanted to hear at the moment. He wanted to hear Zak’s pleasure, know that he was winning in the way he wanted to, and embarrass Zak. The best way to deal with large egos was to humiliate them, even if no one else was really around to hear. Just the fact that he would be able to wear himself down enough for him to do what he wanted was enough for him. Besides, it was like he was uke in every relationship. Miko wasn’t really much of a topper anyway, making a feral grin spread across his face. This was going to be more fun than he originally thought when he came up with this plan.

    “Tonight is going to be interesting,” Uraki smiled, licking up Zak’s neck, causing the other to stifle a moan. “Are you not excited?”

    Well, if his raging hard on wasn’t an indication, Zak wasn’t sure how else to really to tell Uraki just how excited he really was. Well, his body at least, and at the moment, it felt really nice to just do what his body wanted and get laid. Especially when Uraki rubbed his knee against said hard on, making Zak moan loudly, almost unabashedly.

    “That is what I like to hear,” Uraki smiled against Zak’s neck, continuing to press his body flush against his. “Seems like you are learning what I expect Zakary. I am very proud of you right now.”

    If he was so God damn proud, he would fucking let him use his damn voice! He shifted his arms a bit, making the handcuffs rattle, hopefully Uraki would get the point. In all honest, he just hoped that he didn’t have to stay like this all night. Do nothing but moan and stay attached to this swivel chair, moan, and just feel himself get ravaged…why didn’t he like this plan again? Sure it was Uraki and all, but it would be a nice change of pace to just sit back, relax, and let someone else do all the work.

    “Oh, you will be working Zakary,” Uraki grinned, casually bringing up a hand and playing with a nipple.  “Just not in the way that you are used to. After all, sometimes it is nice to have a change of pace, is it not?”

    Zak could just grunt in sort of agreement, he just didn’t want the hand to stop toying with him. He idly wondered why he liked this so much, not sure whether to blame Stockholm syndrome or was it that he really was a closet masochist and he just wasn’t telling himself something? Combination of both? Either way, he didn’t hold back the moan when both of Uraki’s hands started to massage his chest, long pointed teeth grazing his neck like they were searching for something, maybe the right point to enter. Didn’t matter much to Zak, as the feelings all combined and went straight to his cock, that he was rubbing against Uraki’s leg.

    “Do not dare to cum before I allow you to,” Uraki whispered huskily, sucking on Zak’s earlobe. “It would ruin all the fun I am having trying to drive you absolutely wild. To make you completely mine.”

    Not like he could be completely his, since he did belong to Miko too, but maybe that was a given? He wasn’t sure what exactly Uraki was planning on doing exactly, or what he expected him to do, but if it took him away from Miko, there was no way he was going to consent to that. Okay, Uraki was apart of Miko. Great. He accepted this and was closer than before on accepting that he would never top with Uraki, although it didn’t stop him from trying. But he was not going to give up Miko for anyone, not even the one with the contract on his afterlife.

    “Oh I would not do something like that to Miko,” Uraki said, pulling back completely, taking in Zak’s glare, the high blush still on his cheeks and the obvious tent in his pants. “And besides, this is like a game, is it not? I make the rules, you simply follow them under your own will or not.”

    Zak hated himself, as soon as the whimper left his throat at the loss of contact, he instantly regretted the sound and Uraki’s lecherous grin. That noise was his defeat of this game, he knew it. He had never lost this soon into it before, but knew that it was most likely the fact that this was Miko’s body doing all these things that Miko would never do himself. He didn’t like that Uraki found something that made him hornier than he already was on a regular basis.

    “Such a good boy,” Uraki grinned, rather creepily or so Zak thought. He looked at his hand, slowly growing out his claws, and taking perverse pleasure at how wide Zak’s eyes became as he watched it. “Do not worry Zakary. I’ll be gentle.”

    Zak almost didn’t want to know what Uraki was talking about, as he had only witnessed those claws when Miko or Uraki were pissed and were rather intent on shredding someone to pieces. He didn’t do anything to either of them to condone the use of claws against him, so a mild curiosity on what they were going to be used for yet also a fear that he wasn’t going to make it to see the sun tomorrow. Although that was a bit far-fetched as Miko would go ballistic on everyone if he were gone, unless that was Uraki’s true intentions.

    “Oh, I am not going to end your life like that,” Uraki hummed, flexing his hand. “Besides, I only pamper you because I care, you know that. And you will find out what my claws are for soon enough.”

    Uraki softly dragged the pointed edges against the fabric of his shirt, Zak shivering a little at the slight contact, a bit disappointed when the teasing touches didn’t continue past the shirt’s length down to his crotch, where he really would have liked at least some attention. Uraki didn’t seem to be that far into his torture yet, and just glanced at his claws again, grinning.

    When the claws came for him again, he was somewhat expecting more of the same treatment, mostly because it was the way Uraki did things. Slow, deliberate, and once giving the satisfaction of knowing a weakness, would use it to his advantage until it bored him and he found something else to do to his victim. Zak snorted at the thought that Uraki was treating sex like he did murder, which again, didn’t really surprise him. The guy was a sadist anyway and he was slowly acquiring masochistic tendencies.

    The claws weren’t so gentle this time around, making easy work of the fabric as they tore through it, but not reaching the skin underneath. Uraki glared at the fabric that littered the chair, and almost instantly it was gone, by what means Zak wasn’t sure he wanted to know.  At least one of them now had an article of clothing off. The way things were going it would take all night just to undress. Hopefully by then he would have been at least allowed to orgasm once. That would be nice. He would have tried to make a point of it sarcastically, but trying to work around the spell would just be useless and he was sure that it would have either been ignored or he would be too focus on what was happening to him to really say it all anyway.

    “Oh how right you are,” Uraki grinned, toying with the hem of Zak’s pants. “Besides, when have I ever left you ‘hanging’ for too long?”

    Zak’s breath hitched when the back of Uraki’s hand brushed softly against his crotch, he made a mental note to make sure that these pants were washed, although he had a pretty decent feeling that they would be going the way of his shirt. Not that he minded, he had more pairs at home after all. He watched as the hand pulled away, and Uraki sat up, the weight heavy on his leg and the way the other looked in the dim light made him want to groan, especially with Uraki’s slight rocking, his balls hard to mistake.

    “Oh, you like this Zakary,” Uraki grinned. “I would have never pinned you as one for fetishes, but I guess I do that good of a job for you. Besides, is it not expected that one does things for the one he cares for? Especially in cases such as these.”

    With a snap of his fingers, the pants were gone, leaving Zak in his boxers, raising an eyebrow. Seems like his pants would be spared being torn for today. He just hoped his boxers were spared too. He didn’t have many as it was, them getting torn and all during missions. All he needed was Uraki to rip them off before sex, although it would allow him to be at least a bit more comfortable.

    They were kind of constricting him, especially since he could feel the silk of the other’s boxers against his bare leg, a grin traveling across his face. So the guy liked silk as much as he and Miko did? Not that it really surprised him. Silk was a very nice fabric after all.

    “You are thinking too much,” Uraki groaned, rubbing his temple as if to emphasize the point. “Guess I will have to remedy that if I want some peace and quiet.”

    Zakary was always such a bother when he didn’t have his voice, but it would have just ruined the mood that he had just tried so hard to create, even the moaning that would surely be coming out of the man’s mouth would be a little distracting, but it was a sound that told Uraki just how good or bad he was doing, and where his little games were often violent, with Zakary there was no malice behind it. Just to express the fear, regret, and primal urges that he never was able to with his previous life. The only one he cared for as much as this was his vessel, but he was one that gained his utmost protection and power. Zakary got the ‘adoration’ part, and he was content with things to stay this way for a very, very long time.

    He slowly began to slip out of the dress, he was tired of wearing it and it had served its purpose for the night in getting Zakary agree to a little variation in the way he usually had sex with the man. It was an odd sight, him ‘crawling’ out of the dress as he crawled back up Zak’s body, the garment hanging in midair as he pressed his mostly naked body against Zak’s, erection pressing into the other’s stomach as he felt the other’s below him. He grinned a feral grin, figuring a little more teasing wouldn’t hurt anyone. 

    “Look how well you have this body trained, Zakary,” Uraki whispered against his ear, making sure to barely touch the other. Make him want his body, yearn for his touch so bad that he pleads with his mind. Make him push his pride aside, these kinds of games were always worth playing. “It begs for you touch now, even if I am the one in control of it. You really have done a number on my vessel, Zakary. It wants me to just give up so very badly to you, but you know me better than to just allow this body to do what it will for its sake.”

    Zak tried to arch himself up to try to get more than the fleeting touches Uraki was giving him, feeling frustration building up when he was denied every time by the other leaning away slightly, just enough to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to reach him. This was so frustrating, feeling the handcuffs begin to rub his writs raw from him trying to get free of them. He didn’t want to think of what his ankles were looking like at the moment either, not with the way he kept trying to spread his legs to accommodate them both on the chair. He wanted to just be free of all his bindings, including the spell, so that he would be able to try to offset this one sided battle.

    Uraki would have none of it however, still a bit torn on whether or not he wanted Zakary’s ankles free, but he knew  for a fact that if he freed the other’s hands at such a crucial moment that his well laid plans would be ruined in a moment. He sat back again, his clawed hand slowly returning to normal, his eyes not leaving the shifting flesh until it was fully formed. He turned  his hand over, as if to inspect to make sure that it was formed correctly, tilting his head to the side innocently as he allowed it closer to his face, eyes unfocused and forcing Zak to watch.

    A timid tongue poked out, just the very tip touching the middle finger, slowly traveling up it’s length as his head slowly moved up. As if not yet satisfied with the results, he allowed it to travel down to a nipple, playing with it absently as if he never felt the sensations before. Not that he wanted to admit it, but he rather enjoyed the feeling, although he guessed that he got that from Miko who tended to be over sensitive to such ministrations anyway. He shifted on Zak’s leg,  head falling back, grinning when he felt Zakary shift in response to him, pretty sure his long hair tickling the bare skin underneath him.

    He was tempted to just let out a moan and see how desperate that made him, but he didn’t feel like going into the main course yet. He just shifted slightly again, feeling the other’s gaze more than enough indication that he had gained undivided attention yet again. He liked it when he was able to do that, it would make Zakary so much easier to dominate in the end. He spread his legs as far as he was comfortably able to, showing off his own erection against his boxers. He could feel the heat of Zak’s stare, a grin breaking out his face as he slowly raised himself back up, knowing full well that there was no way that he wasn’t looking at him

    “Look how bad you want me,” Uraki said coolly, running one hand down his chest, stomach, and playing with the him of his boxers. The other one helping him hold himself up by gripping the edge of the chair. “Too bad that tonight, I will have you. Although there may be a chance for you to get what you want, if Miko wants to play later that is. But for right now, you are all mine, Zakary.”

    Like he didn’t know that already.  He didn’t care what happened any more honestly, who topped, who was the bitch, he just wanted sex and he wanted with the man in front of him now. He sighed in frustration, trying to convey that he was letting his pride slip away, although it didn’t seem to work. And with his body under the command not to even cum without permission, he was stuck with a hard on from hell. He watched the hand play with the hem of the boxers, wishing that he would just pull them off and he’d be able to admire that body for what it was worth.  Or even if his own trapped erection was allowed freedom, as it was really starting to get painful being trapped and all. Didn’t help that Uraki was being a fucking tease.

    “Language,” Uraki hummed, quite pleased with how this was going. “I do not reward foul language  Zakary.”

    He was rewarded with a glare, one that he quickly dismissed. His toy was getting frustrated, which would make all this taste that much sweeter when he finally granted him release from his torment. He tilted his head to the side for a moment, trying to decide the best course of action. After all, there was a number of things he would be able to do with Zakary all nice and tied down like this, not like he wouldn’t do them while he was unbound, but there was just something about this that added a little something to the air. Anticipation? That could have been it.

    He knew what Zakary wanted, although the question remained if he wanted to give it to him just yet, or in the way he wanted. He decided on having a little more fun first, and maybe trying something new. He knew that he was slowly molding Zakary into what he wanted him to be when they were like this, although the ‘training’ was taking much longer than he wanted, but that couldn’t be helped. Miko could be very demanding when it came to the man, not that he didn’t see why. He just was a little disappointed on how little time he had with him compared to his vessel.

    Reaching out for Zakary again, he didn’t allow for any other contact but his hand on the other’s breast bone, traveling down to just above the stomach and then right back up. He grinned when he heard Zakary try to stop from moaning at the sensation. He allowed his hand to circle one nipple, and then the other, never quite getting to the intended targets, but kept getting just a little closer with each pass. It was fun to watch him try to arch in such a way to get his fingers closer to them, although Uraki wouldn’t allow him to get that satisfaction. He would give him pleasure when he saw fit, and now was not yet the right time.

    “Why are you not begging for me yet,” Uraki asked, toying with a few ideas on what to do next. “You usually are begging by now. Guess I will have to try a little harder.”

    He pulled his hand down Zak’s chest, angry red marks being left behind in their wake, but Zak arched into the touch anyway. It was firm, kinda hurt, but passed right over one of his nipples that sent shocks of pleasure through his body. When Uraki did it again, he moaned, although he couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure that made him do it. He just wanted this torture to end, and was resolved to get it over as quickly as possible. His body begged him to do something as he rubbed against the silk of his boxers, he could feel a small wet spot growing. Mark another pair of good silk boxers just thrown away.

    “Oh, you like that you little masochist,” Uraki grinned. “Seems that I have taught you more than I previously thought. But you know how our little game is played. You get nothing until you beg for me.”

    He wasn’t going to beg, he and Uraki both knew that but he guessed it was something the other had to at least try every time they coupled. He often wondered what the hell he did to gain Miko, such a sweet boy, and then this sadistic bastard in one hot package that he wasn’t sure he wanted all of but received anyway. The best his pride would allow was a small whimper when the nails dug deeper into his chest, he could feel a small trickle of blood form from one of the deeper scratch marks. That was something he dreaded.

    Uraki grinned, leaning forward and slowly licked up the blood. He never understood why it tasted so sweet when he was in this body. Then again, Miko did often feast on blood, so maybe it was certain nutrients made it taste a certain way? Not that it mattered anyway, he’d do this no matter how bitter or sweet it tasted, just to get Zakary to the edge, of almost teetering over, only to deny him release until he wanted him to have it.

    An idea he never had before it him, sitting back up, he wiped his mouth, trying to stop from salivating so much. He would have to make sure Miko fed on someone after this, the poor boy’s body was starving for blood, and sex which was an odd combination he had to admit. Truthfully, he kind of liked it, the idea of having sex and getting blood at the same time. He put that idea away for later, figuring that he didn’t want to try it now, with the game well into play. The next time though, he’d have to try it.

    He lightly touched the scratches, poking his nails in slightly deeper, ignoring the twitch of pain Zak had, figuring that he would be filling pleasure soon enough and he needed a way to hold back his orgasm anyway.  He looked at the blood that covered his fingers, testing it against his thumb. It was kind of sticky, and didn’t dry as fast as saliva, but it was a bit more sticky. Not that sticky substances were any sort of new revelation during sex, he just wasn’t sure if it would be a good fluid for lubrication. It wasn’t seeming like it, but it was a nice little snack, he had to admit.

    “I hope that you have some lubrication Zakary,” Uraki sighed, licking the blood off his fingers. “I do not want to hurt you too badly, and your blood does not suffice I am afraid. And I know for a fact that Miko does not like to carry it around on him and usually depends on you to do something about it.”

    He had some, he wasn’t going to tell him that he usually kept some in his office drawer, because when the right time happened, it happened. And with Miko, he never knew when the right time would be, and he just always kept himself prepared in case the kid came waltzing into the office. Sorta like he did earlier, or so he thought until he saw that smile that told him no, that wasn’t Miko that came in to get some sort of paperwork. Although it would be awesome if it was, since he wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.

    “You are such an odd man,” Uraki grinned, licking the wound before getting up and snickering to himself when he heard Zakary’s groan. “However, you seem to keep forgetting that I can sift through your mind when your guard is down. It does benefit me this time, so you are forgiven this time. But please, try to give me a challenge next time or I might not be too forgiving.”

    Zak leaned back in his chair, not that he could do much else at the moment. He tried to move his hips to get some more friction, but it seemed that Uraki had the thought in his head to at least somehow bind his hips to the chair, so he couldn’t try to get some sort of relief that way. Fucking bastard needed to stop being so smart so that he could at least get some pleasure. Although he didn’t mind the licking. Or the touching. And in the middle of sex he just wanted it to keep going because by that point the world consisted of pleasure.

    Pleasure that he desperately wanted at the moment, but he could see he wasn’t going to get at least for awhile. He could hear Uraki rummaging through the drawers, hoping that he cut his finger on a piece of paper or something. Miko’s body or not he was sure the kid could handle a little paper cut, a grin spreading across his face. He could even kiss and make it “better”. That sounded like a plan actually.

    “Ah ah ah,” Uraki hummed, still looking for the bottle Zakary insisted was somewhere in his mess of a desk. How he was able to work under such conditions was far beyond him. Giving Zakary the benefit of the doubt, he looked through yet another drawer full of miscellaneous papers to try to find the small tube. He really hoped he didn’t have to use salvia. It wasn’t his first choice. “You know better than to think about him during our time together. It just gets you all wiled up and ready to fight for dominance that you are not going to get.”

    Zak wished he could talk right now, as it felt like a good five minutes since Uraki started the search for the bottle. He just wanted some sort of touch, some sort of stimulation, and was just stewing here, waiting for something to happen. It was in the top fucking drawer in the god damn center of the fucking desk. Really, not that hard to get to, easy to open, and just right fucking there in plain sight.

    He knew he’d get berated again for his attitude, but this was ridiculous! He usually wasn’t put through this much torture by the other man! It was driving him crazy! He sort of wished that Miko would wake up and force Uraki to take a back seat, free him and they could have hot office sex the way it should be done.  Mostly with him on top, Miko whining beneath him, maybe he should stop being so rebellious, he didn’t want to prolong this anymore than he had to.

    Uraki on the other hand was quite enjoying himself, listening half heartedly to Zakary’s inner commentary and completely ignoring the location of the little tube. Not that he didn’t want to do anything, quite the contrary. However, the more anticipation that he allowed to build up, the better the whole experience would be for the both of them, or so he heard. He just wanted to test that after all, nothing wrong with that in the least. At least, not to him.

    He finally reached the door that Zakary was telling him to go to, and it really was right out in the open. He hoped that Miko never had to go through this mess of an office and find it. Not that the other didn’t see it before, it was just something that he didn’t need to happen. The slightest things usually sent him off into a spiral down the horrors he had witnessed in his lifetime. No matter how much he tried, there were just some memories that he refused to let go of, let him take care of.

    “You need to clean up your office, Zakary,” Uraki hummed, slowly making his way back to the chair, slipping off his boxers in the process.  “It is very unseemly for such a place to be so disorganized. Especially with such an important job like your own. It would help out little Miko as well. Please be at least considerate enough to want to help him out.”

    Zak, however wasn’t paying attention to whatever Uraki was trying to tell him. Clean? Clean what? Where was the syrup at and why wasn’t he having fun spreading along that naked chest?  Did he want him to clean that cock that looked like it was kinda lonely? Oh he could clean that easily. He just needed to get the fuck out of this chair!

    Uraki hummed, looking at the little tube absently, much more intent on perhaps teasing Zakary a little more. Maybe he would even get the other to beg him for some sort of stimulation this time. Although he doubted that he would ever get that little piece of pride that Zakary held onto. One that he wasn’t too sure he was ready to pull away, mostly since it was what made this game so much fun.

    He swayed his hips as he walked, he knew exactly where Zakary’s eyes were focused on, mostly since he could feel the heat of his gaze more than him trying to figure out that clouded mind. He didn’t want to think that far, he had Zakary’s attention which was enough for the moment. One day, he would have Zakary trained to be able to do everything so efficiently, the way he wanted him molded, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. He had all the time in eternity to make that happen, although it might have to take that long for it to come into any fruitarian.

    “Do you like what you see,” Uraki asked, running the hand not holding the lube up his chest. “I fear I am not as elegant as my counterpart, however, I think I know enough of this body to make it appeal to you.”

    Like the erection that was just begging for him to toy with? Zak knew for a fact that Uraki was playing with him, but he didn’t have any other choice but to be played. After all, he was the one bound this time, looking with wanton eyes and traitor body that wanted any kind of sex it could get. He wished he was free, his boxers not really doing anything but constricting him, which was getting kind of uncomfortable. He was tempted to beg for them to be taken off, but he was sure that they would be taken off in due time anyway. Had to have them off if he was going to have proper sex after all.

    “So very true, you are a bit overdressed,” Uraki observed, looking at Zak’s face, running a hand through his hair, grinning when his head went back, exposing his neck to him. “Look how good you are being right now, Zakary. That deserves a reward.”

    He felt the spell that held his hips in place disappear, his body taking the newfound freedom to try to cause friction between the boxers, whimpering when the boxers were taken away, his cock finally free and begging for some sort of attention. He groaned, trying to move his hips, his hands, his legs, anything to try to  get himself to any sort of orgasm. And with Miko…no Uraki there, teasing his neck with his tongue, the need just kept getting greater. But he would not beg, because begging would mean that he admitted all defeat and there was no way that he’d allow himself to do that.

    “Sexy,” Uraki hummed, once again moving away from him. Sitting on the floor, he motioned his finger for Zakary to come to him, the handcuffs all instantly dropping off and Zakary coming to him like a zombie, not able to really move on his own free will. “There is a good boy. Look at how graceful you are, even with your ankles rubbed raw. A very nice contrast on your skin, although I advise you to come up with a convincing story so that Miko does not get worried.”

    Zak snorted at that comment, not even resisting the spell, figuring it would hurt less if he just let Uraki take him wherever, and it seemed to work just fine.  He felt the spell sort of ‘fall off’ his body, it was a rather odd feeling, like something just sort of fell off. Like an extra layer of skin or something. Didn’t matter, it allowed him free movement again! Although his attention was brought swiftly to Uraki who was still sitting on the floor, legs spread out and slowly applying lube to his cock, running a hand up and down. It was taking all of Zak’s control to not just try to take advantage over the situation and try to pin Uraki down. The two other times he had done that, well, he was lucky he was still breathing.

    “I am glad that you will not try that little stunt again,” Uraki said, tempted to make Zak crawl over to him, much like he had done earlier. “At least you can be taught. Not come here. We need to get you prepared or else this is going to hurt for you.”

    Zak snorted at the command, now that he could move on his own will, he didn’t feel the need to have to listen to Uraki. He could just sit in his chair, and jerk himself off with no problem now, although he knew Uraki would stop him before that, but that was on the list that he could do now, which was enough for the moment. He turned around, intent on getting back to the chair, when he found himself stopping, and not able to move. Took the other a little longer than he thought it would to freeze him up again.

    “How many times are we going to go through this, Zakary,” Uraki sighed, getting up and walking over to where Zakary was standing. “ You will not win against me, there is no way to. When will you just give into me? It would make things so much easier for the both of us.”

    Zak snorted at that, he wouldn’t do that, not willingly at least. Not even if he sounded like Miko, pleading like Miko….okay maybe there was a way but he wasn’t going to do it right now. He was distracted by feather-light kisses on his back, shivering when Uraki brought up a hand around his front and toyed with a nipple again.  Maybe this time he could just lose himself in the sensations, hopefully they didn’t stop because right now, he really didn’t want to think.

    “Is that your wish,” Uraki hummed huskily. “I think I can arrange that for you.”

    He wanted to make sure Uraki didn’t wipe his brain, and gave him a glare that told him not to be sarcastic as he was. After all, Uraki was not in the position he was in, not that he could ever envision anyone being able to take the self acclaimed god. However, he didn’t want to lose everything because he wasn’t ‘being a good boy’ or ‘wouldn’t bend to his will’. He shivered again when he felt long fingers slowly make their way down towards his cock, which twitched in hopes that it might finally get to see some action. 

    “Not yet,” Uraki hummed, grinding against Zakary’s ass. “You can be so much more aroused, I know you can. After all, I am the one who knows this body better than you do.”

    Like he needed to be reminded of that, he thought as he moaned loudly. He was often told that he would never know his body’s limits because he wouldn’t just give into whatever Uraki wanted, not that he really wanted to. Sure, the guy gave him an afterlife and all, but he would have just been happy with just him and Miko. Fucking third parties and their need to interrupt a perfectly good thing.

    “You like this and you know it,” Uraki replied, slicking up a finger. “Besides, if it was not so pleasurable, do you think Miko would allow himself to be involved as much as you two engage in this? You just have to learn to like it, Zakary.”

    He felt the appendage circle around his ass, the hole twitching in response. Zak was a little angry at his body for reacting right away, but a surge of wanton made him relax that  allowed Uraki’s finger to go in without much resistance. It was always the oddest feeling in the world for him, to have something up his ass, with the intent that something larger was going to be up there soon. And the fact that he had a  prostate to enjoy it confused him more. Didn’t he say that he wanted to stop thinking?

    “Oh but I love your thoughts, Zakary,” Uraki said, pushing another finger in, grinning when he felt that muscles squeeze him.  “They are always so entertaining. Although I think I do like them better a little more quiet, and focused on me.”

    Focused? He was focused entirely on the fingers slowly spreading him, and the third one was introduced, making him moan, and loudly. He hated that this felt so good, but that was thinking, not just enjoying the sensations. He felt his body being pushed and pulled, until Uraki had him in the position he wanted. On his back, legs spread apart, and looking down at him.

    “You look very nice, Zakary,” Uraki observed, taking a chance and giving the other man’s erection a quick lick, that sent Zak’s eyes into the back of his skull. “And you are being so good right now. Do not worry, soon, you will feel the pleasure that you missed out on your last life, and what you will never forget in this one.”

    He whimpered rather loudly when the fingers were withdrawn, although he felt the other’s erection pressed against his ass. He was impatient, and he couldn’t move his hips, so he couldn’t just welcome the organ into him. Fucking tease.  He felt it rub against it, shuddering at the feeling, wishing he wasn’t being teased like he had nothing better to do that night. Not like he did, this was about it. He needed to get a night life, or something like that.

    “Is this not enough,” Uraki whispered, rubbing his erection against the hole again, causing Zakary to moan in want. “Maybe I should just get up and leave you here as a lesson.”

    He wanted to scream in frustration about then, the glare he gave wasn’t enough harsh enough. His thoughts were sex focused and this bastard tried to just blow him off! He finally got him in this position and he was just going to leave him hanging like this! Especially since before he bragged on how he didn’t leave him hanging! So he wouldn’t beg, it wasn’t like he was fighting very hard against the spells either! For the love of any god that would listen to him, what was Uraki’s problem?!?

    “I have a lot of them,” Uraki laughed, pushing in harshly, enjoying the feeling of Zak’s body trying to reject him.

    All Zak could think of was finally. The spell he was under released, except for the one on his voice, but that really didn’t matter at this point. He relaxed as much as he could, closing his eyes trying to allow the rest of Uraki inside of him. The fast this was over with, the faster things  would get back to normal. And Miko would wake up, all hazy, and they would make love in the morning, and everything would be the way it should be.

    When Uraki finally moved a little, Zak relaxed his body to try to make sure he didn’t feel as much pain as he felt when Uraki decided to just push into him. He could feel the swelling head still in him, moaning when the rest was shoved in, and then slowly taken back out. His hands twitched as he gripped the carpet, his hips following Uraki’s movements. He wanted more stimulation than that, so much more.

    Uraki himself grinned at Zakary’s thoughts went from one thing to another, before focusing on finding the prostate.  He knew how much Miko enjoyed it, and he had witnessed how much Zakary liked and responded to it. He angled Zak’s hips a little, and tried a few shallow thrusts. He waited until he found it, he could tell by Zakary’s moaning and shivering that he had done something right, and was determined to just keep on thrusting in that direction, and was rewarded with Zakary’s complaining stopping, and just the thoughts of ‘more’, ‘harder’, and ‘faster’ repeating in his mind. He was such a good boy.

    Zak himself threw caution to the wind and just enjoyed the sensations that were going through his body, finally getting what he wanted. He could feel the heat begin to coil in his stomach, knew that he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. But it felt so good, he didn’t really want it to stop just yet, but Uraki just kept pounding into him like a maniac and that sure as hell wasn’t helping him.

    He  kept trying to hold back, he didn’t want to be punished by cumming early. He didn’t want to deal with any punishment the next time or even that night. He was trying to hold back, but he couldn’t seem to get a grip on his body has his hips went down to meet Uraki’s. He hoped he was allowed to just let his body do whatever it wanted soon, because if not, it was going to do it anyway.

    Uraki himself was close, this body wasn’t trained to be very stimulated for very long, and by the looks of the high blush on Zakary’s cheeks and his quickened breaths, he was almost ready to pop himself. He gave one good thrust, moaning at the feeling of the squeeze he received from Zakary. Such a good boy, trying to get him into completion along with him. Such a good, good boy sometimes.

    “Come,” Uraki demanded. “Now.”

    Zakary didn’t need to be told twice, letting his body finally release all the tension that it had accumulated. He squeezed Uraki hard when he came, he could feel the other’s cum coating his insides, which made him moan. At least they didn’t drag this out unlike the last time. He passed out the last time as he came, it wasn’t the best experience in his opinion.

    Uraki grinned down at him, watching Zakary’s eyes slowly open in post-orgasmic bliss, pulling out slowly and earning him a long groan in response. He had to admit, he wished he had more time with him, if only to see this face more often, the one that didn’t so readily defy or accept him, but just existed somewhere in between.

    “I hate you,” Zak croaked, his voice finally given back to him.

    “I bet you do.”

April 7, 2009

  • A Slice of Life: Prologue-Chapter One

    Well, started soemthing new at the urging to my muse. I do have some warnings and a disclaimer, so if you flame and you don’t read the warnings: GOOD JOB RETARD.

    *ahem* Have a good one.

    Disclaimer: Azazel, Michael, and Heather are my dear friend’s characters while Vladamir and Yasuo are mine. Don’t steal them. I don’t want to think what will happen.

    Warnings: Rape, bloodplay, angst, anorexia, and it is slash/m/m/boys love/yaoi, whatever you wanna call it. I think that about covers it all.

    Enjoy.

    Prologue

    Azazel didn’t like the fact that he was being forced along on his family’s whim to take a change in settings, mostly because his father’s company offered him a job overseas. He wouldn’t have minded so much if it was in his home country, just another state where he could still visit his sparse friends that he had made, and maybe everything would have been fine. It didn’t hit him how far away he was going to be from everything that he knew and loved until he held the Vista in his hand, staring at it in disbelief.. His sister had been excited, and his mother, depended on the day.

    His new home was just about the same size of his old one, a three bedroom two story house that they would be calling home until Azazel was able to move out and go back to Germany. At least there, he knew that he would have a full ride to a University, instead of this place where he would have to pay to attend one.. That and he didn’t really know how schools would work here anyway, although his parents and Heather kept reassuring him that everything was going to turn out fine and this way, he would have more freedom to choose what he wanted to do with his life.

    The trouble with that was, he was rather content in going down whatever path his grades put him in, where his abilities would be automatically graded and he would be able to chose a path, things were too open ended here. He guessed that was why his parents thought it was a good idea for him and Heather to come here, because they could choose what to do, despite their grades, but that also left the question of what he would pick. Things would be much simpler if his skills were able to choose a path for him instead of having to pick something and pursue it himself…

    “You start school in a few days,” his father informed both him and his sister while they drove up to their new home. “So please start practicing your English, as it would most likely be helpful if people were able to understand you both.”

    “I’ve been practicing since I found out that we were moving,” Heather replied with a bright smile. “I think I’ve got most of it down.”

    “Very good,” his father praised. His mother beamed quietly into the rearview mirror.

    Azazel scowled and refused to answer in English; he was proficient and that was what mattered. He was going to fight this as hard as he could, although he doubted it would do him any good, but his pride wouldn’t let him live it down if he didn’t try to at least stand up for himself on the subject. He would speak his native language until he had to speak English, although he knew that would not be very far down the road. Either way, he had an entire few days to try to keep from speaking it.

    “I’m good at it enough to be able to get my point across,” Azazel replied in German, not looking to his parents for their reactions. He instead looked out the window, wishing for something that resembled home rather than this alien place he had to go to. “I don’t see the need to practice constantly since we’re going to be speaking German at home anyway.”

    “You don’t have to be so difficult about this,” Ida scolded lightly, not wanting to fight about this anymore than they already had. She already had to worry about getting Azazel on and off the plane; she did not want to have to argue about what language they would be speaking at home. “It’s not like you’ll have to stay here forever– just until your father goes back to Germany or you turn 19 and ready to enter college. Then, you can move back on your own.”

    “People graduate here when they’re 18,” Heather informed her, with a smirk. A whole year less of school was a whole year that she could spend not in the confines of a stuffy room. “Besides, my grades don‘t dictate my career choice.”

    “At least you’d have a future if they did that,” Azazel muttered to himself, watching the passing scenery with little interest. It would be pretty in the fall, he had to admit, tress lining the divides of the intersection and houses lining each side of the street. “There’s too much uncertainty the way things are done here.”

    Gunther sighed heavily at his son’s reluctance to this change; he expected it with Azazel, who was never the one to take big changes easily. He was sure that he would eventually warm up to America. Yes, this place prided itself on its freedoms, but he had to agree with Azazel that there were just too many variables in that way of thinking, but he did not want to dampen anyone’s spirits let alone give his son any leverage he could use against him.

    “Well, it’s better than being forced to do something I don’t want to do,” Heather muttered, excitement coming back as easily as it left, as she looked at the new house that they were going to be living in.

    It was a brick house with multiple windows facing a moderately sized yard. A large oak tree stood in the backyard, while a cottonwood loomed over the front walk. Azazel snorted at that, as he just knew that one or the other would give his allergies a fun run around in the spring. He just hoped that he would not be the one to shovel when it snowed, rake when the leaves piled up, or have to mow the lawn, although he was sure that he would have to. He guessed that he would be able to do some of it, as long as he was not stuck with all of it. Just because his grades would not affect the job he would get or the school he would be going to, he did not want to slack off simply because he could.

    “Here’s our new home,” Ida said happily, looking out of the window, looking very excited about the prospect of turning the empty space into a welcoming home. “Although it won’t look like a home for a few days until our furniture comes in.”

    Azazel rolled his eyes, mostly since he felt that she would go on and on about the plans she had. He was just happy that he would not have to sleep on the floor for very long, and did not look forward to it at all. He looked over at Heather, who looked out at the house with high expectations, making him want to shake his head. Everyone seemed excited about this but him, but then again, he did not expect very good things to come from this country, but somehow wished he were wrong.

    Chapter One

    Azazel yawned, not really awake yet and grumbling about the ungodly hour of the day and being awake. He could not believe that schools started so early. Back in Germany, at least the sun was up before he was awake, unlike this schedule.. Plus, he still was not used to the time change, even if it seemed that Heather had an easy time adjusting. Sometimes, he wished he could be as flexible as his sister was in terms of the way she was able to just adapt to any situation and flourish. He yawned again, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and wake back up in Germany and he just happened to roll off his bed onto the floor, although he knew that was not the case.

    “Azazel,” Heather called for him, already showered and almost ready for school, from the stairs. “You’re gonna miss breakfast if you wait any longer. School doesn’t start at 8:15 anymore.”

    “I know,” he replied dryly, willing himself out of bed. He yawned again, pulling his mid back length blonde hair into a low ponytail to at least keep it out of the way. He was not sure to expect on his first day, but starting class at 7:18 in the morning was pure torture and he had to go in early to get his classes, which made him, just want to climb back under the covers and pretend as if he did not even know what day of the week it was.

    “Get you blonde butt down here and eat something,” Heather yelled a bit more urgently when he still did not come down. “I’m not gonna let you off the hook this time!”

    With another yawn, he went downstairs, simply to appease Heather, who always seemed to make sure that he was eating properly. It was a little embarrassing that his little sister had to take care of him like that, but he just had to get used to the time difference and the tables would switch once again, with him rousing her and making sure she was the one who was able to get breakfast. Not that anyone had to know about it anyway, not like he had anyone to tell.

    “You’re such a pain sometimes,” she muttered, taking another bite of toast. “At least set your alarm or something.”

    “Did you even sleep,” he asked dryly, taking a bite of toast himself. “You’re usually not up this early no matter what is going on.”

    “Of course I did, a girl has to make sure she’s in proper condition for starting in a new school,” Heather replied with a grin. “Unlike you, who will most likely go unnoticed unless you try to draw attention to yourself. What I wouldn’t’ do to be able to do that.”

    Azazel shook his head, checking the kitchen clock for the time. It was nearing the time that he had to be out to the bus stop, although he wished it would just roll back an hour so he would be able to sleep some more. He could not wait until his bed and other belongings such as his dresser came so he would be able to at least put his clothes away and sleep properly. He got up, messed up Heather’s hair, which she protested at, took his book bag from in front of the door, and was out standing in the brisk air of the early autumn.

    There were other people at the bus stop, chatting away about life and catching up what had happened during the weekend. He kept to himself, refusing to acknowledge the curious glances that he received from some of the others, as well as the whispers among the cliques that were near enough for him to catch a few words. He could not say he was surprised at their actions, as he was from another country and looked awkward standing by himself. It would be the same if any one of the others came to Germany and entered the classroom.

    The bus came, Azazel happy to find an open seat and quickly slid by the window. He was not able to sit by himself for long, as a rather chatty girl sat next to him, but she ignored and chose to chat with her friends in the seat in front of them. The ride to the dull brown building was not that bad, he had to admit, but getting off the bus was a different story. Everyone seemed to crowd the aisle at once, making him wish that fewer students rode this particular bus. There was nothing he could do about where the other students lived, or the fact that they all shared the same bus, however. It would just be something that he would have to deal with.

    Upon entering the school, he had little trouble finding the office, as it was directly to his left, for which he was thankful. He did not want to think about what if it was somewhere else, as it would mean that he would have to ask one of his piers where the office was located and he was resolved to make as few friends here as possible so that he would not feel bad about leaving as soon as he was able to. Although a few friendships were sure to happen, he was confident that he would be able to leave with no problem and go back to Germany where things at least made some sort of sense.

    The woman behind the counter looked somewhat stern while she typed away at her computer keyboard, Azazel trying to build up the courage to announce himself as he opened and closed the door softly, making his way up to the counter. He consciously reminded himself to speak English instead of his native tongue, as it would only confuse the both of them if he slipped into German.

    “What can I help you with,” the woman smiled at him, her stern face actually transforming into that of someone that looked as if he did not have to fear her.

    “I’m Azazel Wolfram,” Azazel began, hoping his accent was not too thick to understand. Then again, English and German came from the same family name tree, so he was sure that at least whomever he was talking to would be able to understand him partially. “I’m here for my schedule and anything else that needs to be taken care of here.”

    “Aah, you’re the German transfer student,” the woman smiled. If you could wait right here, we can get you everything, although you’ll have to wait for a locker, but we can give out a pass to allow you to carry around your book bag until we get you one assigned.”

    Azazel just nodded along, watching the woman leave through a set of doors into what he assumed to be another office, most likely the councilor’s. The wait could not have been long, but he did not like how time seemed to slow down as he tried to keep his mind off the students moving through their daily routines. He knew that things ran differently here, such as the need for lockers, lunch or lunch money, as well as instead of the teachers moving around, the students did. He was sure that he would get this all down eventually, but it would take a long time to get used to it…

    “Here you are,” the woman said, handing Azazel a packet of papers that he looked over quickly, finding his schedule and pass easily and putting the rest in his book bag for later inspection. “I’ve also called down the head of the student council to show you around, since you are a foreign student and it will help you adjust easier. Also, good luck in your studies, as those are some pretty high classes you picked.”

    “Thank you,” Azazel smiled, trying to make it look as genuine as he possibly could without really meaning it. “I’ll do my best.” In truth, he knew he would be fine; he only hoped he could understand the teachers if they used a word that he did not understand, but that would be easily remedied. Dictionaries excited for a reason after all.

    A few minutes later, a tall boy entered the office. Azazel looked at him with a smile and waved. He could not say he disliked him, but something was off, something that he did not like. The boy had short, curly brown hair, and bright clear chocolate eyes, and tanned skin. He was most likely a sports player of some sort, judging by his muscular build. He had the air as if he ran the school, and most likely did and this would be the only time that they would even talk to each other or pretend to get along, hopefully anyway. He did not want to become friends with whoever else was with this guy, especially if they all looked so pretentious.

    “You must be the student I’m gonna show around,” the boy smiled at him. “I’m Michael, welcome to America. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

    Azazel’s first impression was that he was nice enough to give a chance, for now at least. “I’m Azazel, it’s a pleasure.”

    “Shall we,” Michael asked, opening the door for the both of them. Azazel nodded, following him out, wondering exactly what this school held, and how he was going to last with a school that did not let out until afternoon.

    *****

    Vladamir was bored easily, and today did not seem to be an exception to the rule. He yawned again, almost wishing that he was somewhere else, anywhere else, than here. The teacher was off running an errand; not that was unexpected. It happened often enough and the teacher that was staying to watch over them was not teaching them anyway, telling them to study on their own as she opened the door to the other classroom so she could teach her class and leave them to their own devices without being too neglectful. There were a few poker games going on, and he was tempted to join in, but then again, that required effort and at the moment, he’d much rather watch.

    “Vladdy,” he twitched when he heard that nickname he reserved for only two people in the world, and his younger sister was not here. “I’m bored. Entertain me.”

    “Yasuo, get off me,” Vlad grumbled, resolving to pushing his friend off him. This had become common place, no wonder the school thought that they were still dating, although keeping his best friend his best friend still seemed to be the best choice, Yasuo had to agree, not ready for something as serious as a relationship as yet. It had felt weird to both of them, and they were so content before that they decided to remain friends. “You’re the only reason why they all think we’re still dating.”

    “Let them have their wishful thinking,” Yasuo grinned, clinging tighter. “Besides, they’re all caught up in seeing the new transfer. Rumor has it, the kid’s from Germany and hot from what the girls are saying. I wouldn’t mind taking a look, as Germans are known for being kinda buff.”

    Vlad rolled his eyes; he highly doubted that he was as good looking as the rumors were saying, mostly since rumors were rarely right and he did not need to be getting his hopes up that the guy would even consider dating another boy, if the person really was a boy. Either way, he did not want to be disappointed in any way.

    Yasuo looked to the door, a shy looking boy and Michael, school jackass extraordinaire, with a shit-eating grin on his face. He felt sorry for the new kid, having to be lead around but that pervert of all people, but he sort of expected it. The guy was head of the Student Council after all.. How, Yasuo was sure there was some cheating going on. Never knew Michael to be the kind of person to win fairly. Either way, he felt sorry for the new guy, hopefully Michael would let him go at one point or another. The kid did not look like he belonged with the rest of the knuckleheads that Michael hung around with.

    Vlad himself thought the Azazel was just as cute as the girls had said he was. Although he did not look like he ate properly, or the button down shirt and light colored dress pants were too baggy on him. Either way, he just wanted to make the boy take care of himself better, because if he did, he would be the biggest tease in the entire school. Hell, the entire city if he wanted to be. He knew that he was in lust at first sight, ignoring the squealing of some of the girls at just how cute he looked with Michael brooding over him. He could say he did not approve of the brute leading him around either, but like Yasuo, figured that he would be the office’s first choice for a guide.

    Yasuo grinned down at Vlad, who looked like he had some wheels turning in his head. This could turn out to be an interesting day after all. “You know, staring at him won’t do anything but creep him out. And if I knew that you were into little scrawny blondes, I would have starved myself and dyed my hair.”

    Vlad lightly blushed out of embarrassment and anger, giving his friend a hard glare. He knew the other was joking, but it was at his expense damn it. He could not help it if he liked the color silver, and it just happened to be Azazel’s eye’s color. “You know I like silver. Although I must admit, it’s a prettier eye color than a pretty hair color.”

    At that, Yasuo scoffed, as if the comment hurt his feelings. “Well, you just say that because you’re jealous.” He sat down in the desk next to Vlad’s, pouting a bit as if he was trying to get sympathy from the other, but not getting it. Vlad’s attention was on Azazel, making Yasuo a tad jealous truthfully. Then again, any self respecting man would be in his place, his little crush not yet over with, feeling a tad hurt that Vlad was already looking at another person. He was sure he would get over it eventually. “Maybe if I dyed it blonde, you would have been more interested.”

    With a dignified snort, he gave Yasuo another glare. “You know, you’re acting kind of jealous.”

    “Just a little,” Yasuo grinned. “But you know, if you can pry him away from Michael, you may have a chance. Just show off that oh so intelligent brain of yours and you’ll have him wrapped around your finger.”

    “Oh that hurt,” Vlad pouted. He knew that he was smart; Yasuo knew he was smart, but his placement in the class sure did not show it. He could not help that he had better things to be doing than homework, mostly video games and sometimes practicing the family trade, which needed more street smarts than any book smarts. Yasuo, on the other hand, was in the top three, rounding it out at third and had some street smarts too, which had Vlad almost jealous enough to try, but then he remembered how much work that would take now and figured that he could sit happy in the middle of the pack.

    Azazel himself looked into the classroom that was to be his first hour class with boredom and maybe a bit of nervousness. He had to keep remembering that these weren’t the people he was stuck with all day, that he would be the one changing classes instead of the teachers, and that he was going to spend all day here, and even have a choice of extra circular activities, much more than in his home country. He expected the girls swooning; however, one of the boys would not stop looking at him, making him look away in discomfort. He was not some piece of meat to be staring at him like that, happy that his friend kept distracting him, although he only caught a few syllables here and there of their conversation, assuming that it was either what was going on between them or him as the subject like everyone else.

    He only stepped out of his thoughts when Michael put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump a little, and the black haired boy glare at either him or Michael, he was not sure which. He hoped it was not him, as he did not want any trouble himself. He looked up at the other boy, who was smiling as if he was hiding something sinister behind his smile, but he would not tell what it was.

    “I hope you enjoyed the tour. If you have any questions, there’s a map in the assignment book or you can just track me down and I’ll be happy to show you where everything is,” Michael said, turning to leave Azazel at the mercy of his new classmates. “See you around pet.”

    Azazel already did not like the fact that he had a ‘nick name’ or the fact that he seemed to have the attention of everyone in the classroom. He looked around for an empty seat, taking one in the back that seemed secluded; opting to observe the way people acted towards each other here, verses what he was used to and grew up with. He did not like being on his own, and somewhere remotely hoped that Heather was having an easier time than he was, although he was sure she was. She was always the kind to make many friends quickly, while he liked to take things a bit slower, although his resolve to go through school alone was faltering. This was scary enough on his own.

    “Heeey, why don’t you go introduce yourself,” Yasuo grinned, watching the other teen try to exclude himself from the rest of the class. “You seem interested enough in him.”

    “He looks like he’ll either run away or jump down someone’s throat,” Vlad replied, trying hard to pretend he did not want to do it. “Besides, we don’t know how well his English is.”

    “It’s just fine,” Azazel growled out, his accent thick but understandable at least. “And don’t talk about people you don’t know. It’s rude.”

    Vlad turned towards Azazel, who was a mere four seats away from him, and flashed a daring grin, something he was known for when presented with a challenge. “So it can speak. Welcome to our version of hell on earth. I’m Vladamir and this annoying jerk is Yasuo. Nice to meet you.”

    Azazel replied with a snort, figuring it would not hurt to introduce himself either. He was trying not to be curious about these boys, and why Vladamir held such a fascination for him. The fact that he did shook him up a bit, and not in a good way. “I’m Azazel Wolfram. A pleasure,” he replied shortly.

    This was going to be one hell of a day.This was going to be one hell of a day.