Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following characters if I did I would
be killed by many of their fans. So on with the Scary story. O and all the
characters are REALLY ooc. So, do not say that they are ok cause I know.
This fic is in dedication to Arcanine cause she is the one who inspired me
to write this.
Quatre is a SEME???
It was such a nice day. The sun was out and there were couples holding hands in the park next door to a lonely looking house. It was quaint but needed a lot of fixing up. A man was looking, longingly out one of the windows at all the happy people. He was a tall man and had a fair complexion. His eyes were dark brown like his hair. The man let out a sigh. Why was he not as lucky as them to have found a partner who was kind and showed how much they cared. The man wondered if his partner even cared. All the two of them would ever do was have violent sex.
"Damn is he going to be late today as well? And I worked so hard on dinner for him." The man let out yet another sigh. He walked to the kitchen table and sat down. Atop the table was a setting for two and dishes were filed with cooling food. It looked as though the food was about to go cold.
As the man sat there a load noise came from, the front hallway where the door was. His presence was felt through the house, cold cruel and demonic. As the ghastly foot steps moved closer to were the man sat.
"Finally your back I have been waiting for hours for you to come home." As this was being said, the other man's hand landed anon the table causing all the food and plates to fall to the floor. The man's Blue green eyes were full of anger and hate. "How dare you talk back like that to me Fuuma!" The young man's voice filled the room, in to the ears of Fuuma who was on the floor trying to clean up the mess that he worked so hard to make. "Yes Quatre, I'm sorry." Quatre pulled Fuuma up from the floor. Dragging him throughout the house and up the stares. He ripped open a door that was on the left.
The room was dark and musty; a red spotted wood plank that was placed over the window was shutting out the light. The room smelled of sex, semen and it looked it as well. Quatre flung Fuuma on to the bed positioning himself above the poor defenseless man. Quatre bend his head so that his wet lips were right next to Fuuma's left ear. "Now my love do you want me to punish you." His voice was sadistic and harsh. Blowing slowly in to Fuuma's ear. His body was shaking with pleasure and pain. He wanted Quatre, but not like this. He wanted real love not this false allusion of love. "No Quatre please I love you, but don't hurt me."
Quatre lashed out at Fuuma's request and before he completed his action he seemed to have a change of heart.
"Your lucky I'm in a good mood. We can continue this later. After you get me my dinner." He then moved his lips from Fuuma's ears to his mouth bringing him in to a passionate kiss. Quatre got up and all his body weight that had been suppressing Fuuma was removed.
Fuuma got up pleased and shocked. This was the first time Quatre did not press him for sex. He was confused and did not know what to do or say, so he just left the room and retired to the kitchen to prepare another meal for his love.
Quatre sat in the living room contemplating on his feeling *Damn it what's wrong with me. I just could not go thought with it.
"Fuck!"
Quatre's voice seemed to echo in the room and in to his heart. What was going on, why did he feel like this? Quatre, distracted now by his own feelings of confusion, shrugged them off like they were fly's, for Fuuma's voice reached his ears.
"Come Quatre you meal is ready." That's right, Quatre thought; food should make me feel better. He entered the kitchen and consumed the food that was placed in front of him. Fuuma looked on with a content feeling.
Oh Quatre! Did that jester before mean you truly do love me? He looked at Quatre trying to se that same glimmer of kindness seen before in the bedroom. Yet to no avail, it seemed the kindness was gone. Fuuma's heart sank, but there was still some hope in him, some hope that Quatre did care, that he did truly love him back, as he loved Quatre.
The rest of the day past without a word.
To be continued.
Well that's just the prolog. Please R & R if I get a lot I'll add more, as fast as I can. (I'm kind of a slow writer) Also Arcanine I REALLY EXPECT to get a review from you. ^-^ I mean you are the main reason I did this fic.
Quatre is a SEME???
It was such a nice day. The sun was out and there were couples holding hands in the park next door to a lonely looking house. It was quaint but needed a lot of fixing up. A man was looking, longingly out one of the windows at all the happy people. He was a tall man and had a fair complexion. His eyes were dark brown like his hair. The man let out a sigh. Why was he not as lucky as them to have found a partner who was kind and showed how much they cared. The man wondered if his partner even cared. All the two of them would ever do was have violent sex.
"Damn is he going to be late today as well? And I worked so hard on dinner for him." The man let out yet another sigh. He walked to the kitchen table and sat down. Atop the table was a setting for two and dishes were filed with cooling food. It looked as though the food was about to go cold.
As the man sat there a load noise came from, the front hallway where the door was. His presence was felt through the house, cold cruel and demonic. As the ghastly foot steps moved closer to were the man sat.
"Finally your back I have been waiting for hours for you to come home." As this was being said, the other man's hand landed anon the table causing all the food and plates to fall to the floor. The man's Blue green eyes were full of anger and hate. "How dare you talk back like that to me Fuuma!" The young man's voice filled the room, in to the ears of Fuuma who was on the floor trying to clean up the mess that he worked so hard to make. "Yes Quatre, I'm sorry." Quatre pulled Fuuma up from the floor. Dragging him throughout the house and up the stares. He ripped open a door that was on the left.
The room was dark and musty; a red spotted wood plank that was placed over the window was shutting out the light. The room smelled of sex, semen and it looked it as well. Quatre flung Fuuma on to the bed positioning himself above the poor defenseless man. Quatre bend his head so that his wet lips were right next to Fuuma's left ear. "Now my love do you want me to punish you." His voice was sadistic and harsh. Blowing slowly in to Fuuma's ear. His body was shaking with pleasure and pain. He wanted Quatre, but not like this. He wanted real love not this false allusion of love. "No Quatre please I love you, but don't hurt me."
Quatre lashed out at Fuuma's request and before he completed his action he seemed to have a change of heart.
"Your lucky I'm in a good mood. We can continue this later. After you get me my dinner." He then moved his lips from Fuuma's ears to his mouth bringing him in to a passionate kiss. Quatre got up and all his body weight that had been suppressing Fuuma was removed.
Fuuma got up pleased and shocked. This was the first time Quatre did not press him for sex. He was confused and did not know what to do or say, so he just left the room and retired to the kitchen to prepare another meal for his love.
Quatre sat in the living room contemplating on his feeling *Damn it what's wrong with me. I just could not go thought with it.
"Fuck!"
Quatre's voice seemed to echo in the room and in to his heart. What was going on, why did he feel like this? Quatre, distracted now by his own feelings of confusion, shrugged them off like they were fly's, for Fuuma's voice reached his ears.
"Come Quatre you meal is ready." That's right, Quatre thought; food should make me feel better. He entered the kitchen and consumed the food that was placed in front of him. Fuuma looked on with a content feeling.
Oh Quatre! Did that jester before mean you truly do love me? He looked at Quatre trying to se that same glimmer of kindness seen before in the bedroom. Yet to no avail, it seemed the kindness was gone. Fuuma's heart sank, but there was still some hope in him, some hope that Quatre did care, that he did truly love him back, as he loved Quatre.
The rest of the day past without a word.
To be continued.
Well that's just the prolog. Please R & R if I get a lot I'll add more, as fast as I can. (I'm kind of a slow writer) Also Arcanine I REALLY EXPECT to get a review from you. ^-^ I mean you are the main reason I did this fic.