Disclaimer:
I do not own Ragnarok. Also, beware, yaoi.
This was something I wrote quite a while ago. Found it in my folders.
Quite pleased with the young man's grunts as he still struggled against the chains, Kiel ran his hands down the man's sides, resting them on his waist. He shook at the cold touch, but struggled even harder. "Cute...You know you can't escape...So why do you try?" And with that, Kiel began unfastening Mikail's belt. "Well? Why?"
As the belt hit the floor, Mikail squirmed. "Let me go..."
Not satisfied with his answer, Kiel roughly pulled his pants down. "Tell me!" Kiel was quite curious as to why humans tried to prevent the inevitable. Noticing Mikail's discomfort, Kiel leaned down in one fell swoop and began to suck on the bulge of clothing before him. He loved how he squirmed around.
Mikail was unable to supress the rather loud moan that had built up in his throat. "I-I don't know why! I don't know why we try, so let me go!"
"But...You seem to be enjoying this..." Kiel continued at the now soaked and very hard bulge.
The younger man continued to squirm about. "N-no, I'm NOT!" But the soft moan that escaped his lips betrayed his words.
Kiel stopped. He then quickly finished removing the final undergarment, and was met by a flush, throbbing need infront of him. Even though he was mechanical, he felt kinda...Turned on by this. Humans were such magnificent creatures he thought as he finally engulfed the arousal in front of him. It felt so nice against his tongue. It was warm...and...human. What made it better was knowing that just by doing this, he could make the human squirm and moan, all because of what HE was doing. HE was in control.
Mikail twitched and squirmed, the feeling was so foreign and strange. It wasn't long before he found himself panting, wanting more. He couldn't believe that he wanted it, he didn't. He'd begged Kiel to stop, but it mattered not. After a bit of thinking, a particuarly hard suck snapped him out of his thoughts. He arched his body, trying to get more. His body was beyond his control.
Smiling, Kiel got up and looked down upon the young man, sweaty, panting for air. "I thought you didn't like it..." With that, he got closer, and gently held the side of the young man's face. He couldn't help but smile as Mikail tried to regain physical contact with his ignored genitalia. "You humans don't know what you want..." Leaning in close, Mikail could feel his breath against his ear. "Maybe I need to show you what you want..."
That last comment left a strange tingling sensation that gathered between Mikail's legs. He'd lost total control over himself. Kiel leaned forward and began licking one of his nipples, relishing the sweet sounds Mikail tried not to make. It was torture. Mikail wasn't the kind of person for this. Studying in his books all day and night, he'd never really gone out and done anything in the world. All these feelings, they were uncomprehendable. Why did he try to get more? He didn't want more, but his body did. It was so overwhelming, he wasn't able to control himself.
Kiel began licking the other nipple, while taunting the young man before him. "You think you don't want it, but you silently beg for more. Why can't you humans just admit that you like something and enjoy it?" He leaned up and looked Mikail in the eyes. His eyes showed misery, want, relaxation, they showed so many things at once.
Unable to find a logical answer to the question, the young man kept silent. Still unsatisfied, Kiel gave him a few strokes to keep him wanting. His eyes seem to pierce through him. Kiel smiled. "It's so strange. You humans are all different, yet the same. Very unpredictable. That's what makes this interesting." A serious look crossed his face. "How can you not want something, but want it at the same time? You say no, your body says yes. It's like you humans aren't in complete control over your bodies. The miraculous things you do when in desperation. See someone dear in trouble, and unwillingly throw yourself out there to take the impact. Not even enough time to think. Just do."
Mikail began pondering these thoughts. Why? But before he could come up with any ideas, a particular nibble on the ear lobe made him lose it. The warm breath on his ear, he shivered a bit. Then he regained his thoughts long enough to ask one question. "Why...Why me?" Kiel moved back to look at his face. "Out of all the other people that must come by here...Why are you doing this to me?"
Kiel had to think for a second on this one. "I got the feeling that you were an interesting human. And I was right." He ran his hands down the younger man's sides, ever so softly.
It drove Mikail insane. He was chained up, and wanting to get away, but his body didn't. Even as he struggled against the chains now, it was only a half-hearted attempt.
Just looking at the young man excited him. His prey, completely helpless. Enjoying being helpless. Wanting to be controlled.
The young man twitched in anticipation, and was rewarded with the sight of Kiel taking his large blue coat off. The skin looked so real, the shape so perfect. Even WITH the coat on, it was hard to believe he was really a robot. Those curves on his body, so perfect, like a work of art. Like a work of art? Mikail shook his head. He couldn't believe he was thinking of such things.
Next came the shirt. "Can't take your eyes off me?" Mikail immediately looked the other way, embarresment rising. The sound of rustling clothes drew his attention back to Kiel as he stood there wearing nothing but his black pants. Grinning, he got down on level with Mikail, making sure to show off his thin well-sculpted chest. "So, what is it you want?"
Mikail couldn't help but squirm a bit. "I...Want...To get out of here!" Again he struggles, but even the movements made his own arousal brush against his thighs, making him further uncomfortable.
Getting closer, Kiel leaned over him, holding his head against his chest. Mikail tried to pull away, but soon gave up. The rhythmatic thumping sound shocked him. A heartbeat? But he was a robot, right? "Fourth Generation. I'm much more...How to put it..." He paused to think of what to say, but gave up in favor of stroking Mikail's ignored genetalia. "Doesn't matter."
Again, he found himself arching, silently begging for more. Hating himself for it, but unable to stop. So close, but just when he thought he'd found relief, Kiel let go and leaned back. He struggled so hard, trying to gain some sort of friction, and grunted in frustration at his failures. "F-fine! I want..."
Kiel immediatly looked at him. "Yes? You want what?"
Unable to maintain his composure, Mikail's resolve crumbled. "More...Do something..."
Grinning, Kiel leaned close so he was only inches away from his face. "What is it you want me to do?" Pausing for a second, he went on. "Just tell me what you want..." His excitement grew and he knew he was winning.
Looking Kiel straight in the eye, he couldn't take it anymore. "Just...Finish this..."
Acting as if he were thinking about it, Kiel shook his head. "I'm not that easy. I want to to tell me exactly what you want. Explain to me exactly what you want me to do to you."
Mikail felt as if all his pride were being stripped away from him. He needed this. "Hnngh, I want you...To suck..." Realizing Kiel wasn't moving, he shook his head in defeat. "You, suck my...suck my cock..."
Kiel complied and leaned down until his mouth were inches away. "How do you want me to do it? Hard? Soft? Deep?"
Body shaking in pure need, Mikail gave in. "Deep...I want it deep...I need it deep...Deep and hard."
Quickly licking at the tip, Kiel grinned. "My, aren't you greedy." Without another word, he took the length into his mouth, taking in the entire thing. He could feel the body below him shudder in pleasure. Holding onto the hips, he rocked him in and out, slowly. Then he went a bit faster. The body below him thrashed in need, and he couldn't help but grin. Even faster now, he knew Mikail was close. He could hear the strangled moans pouring from his captive, and it only encouraged him further. One last time and he held him deep, letting him ride out the climax he'd so desperately needed.
After it was over, Kiel moved up and moved his lips against Mikail's. Quickly taking advantage of his heavy breathing, he slipped his tongue into his mouth, sharing the taste. Mikail could only moan into it, and use his own tongue to indulge in the taste being offered. Only a few things went through his pleasure-hazed mind. "There's something wrong with me...And I like it."
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What do you think? If you guys like it, I might add onto it.
