Up all night by krys
Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is the only part I will attach a 'disclaimer' to, so memorize it good. Other than that, two warning: lemon/lime and yaoi (later on) and if your lucky I'll throw in some grapefruits and oranges!
Chapter One: Part 1
A dark room, walls echoing with the luminescence of a blaring screen; the clock reads 2:55 AM. Our young protagonist is sprawled over the length of a couch, flicking channels with the speed most people blink. For such a late hour, his mind is working at an incredible pace, rapidly deciphering the television images before him and moving on when the result is unsatisfactory. The stories and ideas presented to him seem so dull. His head shifts with the restlessness that is eating him alive.
Suddenly his interest is caught in a web of colour and movement. The appliance has finally produced something worth his while. A young man slowly approaches his lover, the other male already stiff with anticipation. The camera angle is odd and unique, showing only between the actors' shoulders and hips. A tingle moves down his spine as the X rated situation ensues. Memories return, glimpses of the older man, the loveless passion and shameful fulfillment. The visions flash scenes of emotionless and desperate lovers groping and grinding with pent up need. Reminiscing, he can almost feel the scratches and bites left behind; hear the erotic vocal outbursts he gave for each one. The pain and pleasure torment his unsettled mind. After all, this is the reason he lives away from the main house.
Embarrassingly, he hardens at the mix of past and fiction, breathe quickening as the to simply relieve himself grows. Just as his hands begin their descent, footsteps resound off the stairs. His arms fly to the side, mortified of being caught in such an act. Then the intruder speaks.
"Why the hell do you have to watch TV so late? This is the third time this week it's woken me up. Just go to your fucking room and sleep for a change!" The aggressive carrot-haired teen storms off, his parting words bringing a realization to the couched other; something was terribly wrong in his mind to be causing this unhealthy and consistent lack of sleep. Those nights he didn't stay up until all hours of the night he spent masturbating, waiting to drift to unconsciousness.
He flicks off the television and trudges through the silent house to his room. Moonlight stunningly reflects off the passing walls, drawing soft, appreciative sighs from his lips. His door is in sight, gradually looming before him: unpleasant. It would be another night of solitary and mechanical caresses drawing from himself the same empty moans. A door creaks bedside him, a hand beckons him inside into the robed man's embrace. Soft touches bombard every sensitive spot while kisses flow down his ivory flesh. He is willfully exposed and explored as the door clicks shut and the night draws on in the arms of the older man. An observer hears one last sound before being shut out in the shadows. "Yuki.."
To receive further chapters email me at toshiya_emiru@hotmail.com . I don't think I'll be posting any more in case of questionable sections. I will start sending out later in May.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is the only part I will attach a 'disclaimer' to, so memorize it good. Other than that, two warning: lemon/lime and yaoi (later on) and if your lucky I'll throw in some grapefruits and oranges!
Chapter One: Part 1
A dark room, walls echoing with the luminescence of a blaring screen; the clock reads 2:55 AM. Our young protagonist is sprawled over the length of a couch, flicking channels with the speed most people blink. For such a late hour, his mind is working at an incredible pace, rapidly deciphering the television images before him and moving on when the result is unsatisfactory. The stories and ideas presented to him seem so dull. His head shifts with the restlessness that is eating him alive.
Suddenly his interest is caught in a web of colour and movement. The appliance has finally produced something worth his while. A young man slowly approaches his lover, the other male already stiff with anticipation. The camera angle is odd and unique, showing only between the actors' shoulders and hips. A tingle moves down his spine as the X rated situation ensues. Memories return, glimpses of the older man, the loveless passion and shameful fulfillment. The visions flash scenes of emotionless and desperate lovers groping and grinding with pent up need. Reminiscing, he can almost feel the scratches and bites left behind; hear the erotic vocal outbursts he gave for each one. The pain and pleasure torment his unsettled mind. After all, this is the reason he lives away from the main house.
Embarrassingly, he hardens at the mix of past and fiction, breathe quickening as the to simply relieve himself grows. Just as his hands begin their descent, footsteps resound off the stairs. His arms fly to the side, mortified of being caught in such an act. Then the intruder speaks.
"Why the hell do you have to watch TV so late? This is the third time this week it's woken me up. Just go to your fucking room and sleep for a change!" The aggressive carrot-haired teen storms off, his parting words bringing a realization to the couched other; something was terribly wrong in his mind to be causing this unhealthy and consistent lack of sleep. Those nights he didn't stay up until all hours of the night he spent masturbating, waiting to drift to unconsciousness.
He flicks off the television and trudges through the silent house to his room. Moonlight stunningly reflects off the passing walls, drawing soft, appreciative sighs from his lips. His door is in sight, gradually looming before him: unpleasant. It would be another night of solitary and mechanical caresses drawing from himself the same empty moans. A door creaks bedside him, a hand beckons him inside into the robed man's embrace. Soft touches bombard every sensitive spot while kisses flow down his ivory flesh. He is willfully exposed and explored as the door clicks shut and the night draws on in the arms of the older man. An observer hears one last sound before being shut out in the shadows. "Yuki.."
To receive further chapters email me at toshiya_emiru@hotmail.com . I don't think I'll be posting any more in case of questionable sections. I will start sending out later in May.