JizabelxCain

CainxOC

CainxRiff

RiffxOC

RiffxAlexis

AlexisxCain

AlexisxOC

What was the real reason for Cain's scars? The real reason father and son share a true hate????

Being fourteen hadn't really effected him much, at least not yet. All in the Hargreaves home was still the same old story.

Cain would get up, get dressed, and ignore most of the maids and butlers who ignored him. As far as he was concerned, if they didn't want to acknowledge his existence, he didn't have to pretend he gave a damn what happened to them.

Then usually after his tutors came, he'd go out and sit under the tree in their especially large backyard. He didn't have much to do to keep himself excited during the long boring days. But whenever he got too bored, there was always at least one thing to do.

But that one thing, that one little thing that he was (most of the time) forced to do, led to a big mess, and that mess...

Is True Misery...

Chapter Two

Cain smirked as Jizabel began to undress, God, did that man's firm, muscled up body turn him on! Jizabel leaned over him, leaving butterfly kisses on his cheeks and neck. He softly swiped the stray strands of black hair from Cain's face and tucked them gently behind his ears.

Cain pulled Jizabel's hair out of its neat ponytail so that it fell all around them both. Cain let it slip between his fingers as Jisabel kissed him. He couldn't help it; he had to hold on to something, or, he felt, he would pass out from his own anxiety.

He pulled Jizabel closer to him so that their legs locked together. Jisabel leaned further in and nibbled and sucked gently on Cain's earlobe.

Cain twitched as the sensitive skin of his ear and Jisabel's mouth made contact.

Just as Jisabel had begun slipping off Cain's button-down shirt, however, they were interrupted by loud knocks.

"What?" Cain snarled loudly. God, didn't he ever get any privacy? Didn't anyone want him left alone? Well, the last one was easily answered, especially if he were to answer it himself. The thing was it depended on whether you saw the question in Cain's mind or Alexis' mind.

There was no answer.

Cain stood up and went to the door, dragging the chair in the corner with him, placing the back of it against the door. He slid the lock into it's socket that was a foot above his head, then turned the lock on the doorknob. He sighed, exasperated. This was so bothersome, but what could he do if some young maids wanted to be nosy? He couldn't do anything at all.

Jizabel, who had been left sitting on the bed in his underwear, stood also and went to Cain. He slipped his arms around Cain's thin form and held him close.

"Jizabel..."Cain held onto his hands. "Wait..." he took a deep breath and looked at him, upside down because Jisabel was behind him and a little bit taller than he was.

"Don't you want to play?"

"I do! God, you don't know how much!" Cain looked desperate. "But..."

Jizabel looked at him, "But...?"

Cain took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling, "We'll have to wait until my father leaves for the night. Tonight's the night he goes to the whore houses and gets a few too many drinks."

The blond smiled, "Don't worry, but..." he nibbled on Cain's ear, "I'll get hyper, so expect the worst of me." Cain smirked and held his hands, leaning into his lover's chest. He didn't want something to interrupt the moment again. He didn't want to be away from him anymore, but his father made it so hard to be with someone for more than an hour.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Riff's arm reached over to the other side of the bed as he rolled over. He didn't feel any warmth next to him and slowly opened his eyes.

"A-Alice?" he sat up, running his hand through the tangled mess of white and blue he called hair, trying to wake himself up a little more. Nathan was asleep in his crib; he hadn't woken up since Riff had gone to bed.

The room was dark, almost as dark as the sky outside the window beside the bed. There was a full moon tonight, but it was covered by clouds, so nothing of it could be seen.

"Alice?" he called again.

Again, there was no answer. He stood up, stretching. Walking to the small, blue frilled crib, he yawned as he leaned over it, picking the baby up in his arms. Nathan opened his eyes sleepily, looking at his father, who smiled down at him.

Riff rocked the baby boy gently and listened to his rhythmic breathing until Nathan fell asleep. Slowly be began to maneuver his way out of the room, avoiding the small baby toys that littered the floor from when he and Nathan had been bonding. He hissed through his teeth when his foot hit something hard.

-Damn...-

He looked down; he had hit the first box spring of the double-boxed bed.

-Damn, that thing hurts...-

"Riff? When did you wake up?"

Riff looked up and couldn't help but jump when he saw that Alice was in front of him. He caught himself well enough, seeing as Nathan hadn't woken up again.

"I-just a few minutes ago," he said, looking down at his bare foot. He heard Alice giggle softly and glanced up, smiling a little. He turned his attention to the baby in his arms.

"I swear; when I have enough money we'll leave the slums, we'll have a great life...I promise that. If I ever break that promise I will...I'll..."

"Oh, Riff don't say it," Alice put her hands on either side of his face and forced him to look at her, "I know what you're going to say and don't say it. I don't ever want you to do that again." He felt tears burning his eyes as she kissed him passionately.

When they had pulled away from each other, Alice slipped her arms between Riff's and took the sleeping baby. She smiled as she went and sat on her and Riff's large, cotton-draped bed.

She gently placed Nathan against the pillows lining the headboard. Glancing over at Riff, she smiled slight and leaned onto him.

Riff smiled warmly and wrapped his arms around her. He let her hair fall over his face as he buried his face in the curve between her neck and shoulder.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Jizabel had gotten himself dressed and was waiting, very impatiently, for the sounds that told him that Alexis was leaving with some whore.

They had heard a woman's voice and a few hours after that, a horse-drawn-carriage pulling away from the cobblestone road.

"J'ai besoin de vous, la droite ici, maintenant!!‹1›" Cain wrapped his arms around Jisabel's neck.

"You speak French now?" Jizabel smiled a little, "Then why don't I show you how the French communicate, love." He pushed Cain back onto the mattress, listening to the small 'oomf' sound he made. He leaned in, kissing him full on the mouth, biting the tip of Cain's tongue gently.

Cain moaned, softly, into his mouth.

"Talk French to me again, Cain..." Jizabel whispered, "It turns me on..." He slipped his hands under Cain's shirt, pushing it up little by little, waiting for his young lover to arch at his touch.

"Ah- ah ! Jisabel!! Me toucher, s'il vous plaît!!‹2›" Cain cried.

"Damn, you're sexy..." Jizabel muttered, slipping Cain's shirt over his head.

Cain pulled Jizabel's hair out of it's pony-tail again and let the silvery blond hair flop all over the place. The blond nipped at Cain's ear as he began unbuttoning their pants.

Jizabel flattened himself on top of Cain, biting gently on his collar bone. Cain's hands wrapped around Jizabel's long, girlish hair. The blond turned his silver eyes to the cotton, baggy boxers around Cain's waist, settling himself between his legs.

He licked the younger man's neck as he wrapped his slender fingers around Cain's erection. Cain moaned softly and the feelings he was getting; pleasure and need. Jizabel tugged off the black cotton underwear and smirked at Cain's small whimper. He smiled and kissed him, letting his hands trail over his chest.

"Jizabel, don't tease me..." Cain forced himself upward as Jisabel's cock, hidden by his underwear, brushed against his. Jizabel lowered himself on Cain, pushing him up a little. He kissed around Cain's upper thigh, coming dangerously close the the already hard, and still hardening, erection.

Cain shivered and his leg slid down, almost flat down, on the mattress. He grunted impatiently and pulled himself up so that he wouldn't have a problem changing places with Jisabel.

Soon enough, Jizabel was flat on his back underneath HIM.

With his legs on either side of the older man, he rocked back and forth. He took Jizabel's hand as the blond closed his eyes with a quiet moan. Cain led his hand to his throbbing arousal.

Jizabel got the hint and held onto him. Cain threw his head back and moaned as Jizabel stroked him. Jizabel looked at the slim, bare form on top of him and smirked. He moved his hand up and down, listening to Cain moan.

"Does that feel good?" Jizabel whispered, moving his hand a little faster than he meant to. Cain held onto him as he arched forward.

"Don't ask that every time we do this..." Cain forced out in a strained voice as he attempted to pull himself straight again. He ended up having to push Jizabel's hand off him because he couldn't move when Jizabel stroked him. It just felt too damned good.

Cain pulled at Jisabel's boxers, eagerly.

"Don't be so forceful, Cain!" Jizabel whined, smirking.

"Forceful?" He was being forceful? Well then, he thought, it was time to put some REAL force into it. Cain forced Jisabel's erection in his mouth and bobbed his head up and down. The older man arched, his hips thrusting the shaft down Cain's throat.

Cain held back a gag at the unexpected gesture.

"I'm sorry," Jizabel said between breaths. He pulled Cain up on top of him. Jizabel flipped them over so that, once again, Cain was under him. He licked around one of Cain's pert nipples.

Cain groaned and felt his face burning. Jisabel bit down gently and smirked as he did so. Cain ran his hands through Jizabel's long hair.

"Are you ready?"

"Jizabel..." Cain pulled their body's together so he could whisper to him, "I'm always ready for whatever you're offering..."

Jizabel shivered at the words. He held onto Cain's hands and kissed him, pushing forward a little as their tongues waltzed in the seemingly endless dance. Cain broke away, watching as Jisabel settled, once again, between his legs.

Cain smirked, giving the older man a 'come hither' look. He grabbed at the sheets from his nervousness. He had never done this before-before it was always just touching and foreplay.

Jizabel lifted Cain's legs over his shoulders, but as he did, Cain noticed, he hesitated.

"W-what's wrong?"

"I-I can't..." Jizabel was shaking, "I can't do this to you..."

Cain sat up, pushing Jizabel down with his legs. He moaned as the older man's mouth rubbed against his arousal. Pulling him back up, he wrapped his arms around him.

"You can't leave me in the middle of this," he whispered.

"I don't want to ruin your body..." Jizabel put his hand on the back of Cain's head. He was on the verge of tears. "Once I take it, you can never get it back..."

"But I don't care!"

"You're fourteen...I...don't want to hurt you..."

Cain frowned, "Please don't leave me right now...I want this...more than anything...!"

Jizabel leaned back just enough to look at the young boy. "I know but-"

He hadn't had time to say anything, Cain pressed their lips together. Cain wiped the unshed tears from Jisabel's eyes as his tongue slipped along his lower lip.

"Please, Jizzy," he tried using a babyish voice with the nickname.

"Cain..."

"Please!" Cain clutched the long silvery blond hair, "I want...I want you...I want to feel you..." he blushed, "I need you in me."

The room was suddenly way too hot for the both of them. Jizabel leaned in, pushing Cain back on the mattress.

"I want to wait...I don't want to wait..." Jizabel's hand trailed down Cain's stomach, then past his hips, "I want you...but..."

"Please! I can't wait four more years!! Jizabel, I can't take it! I need y-ah-!" he moaned loudly as Jizabel held a firm grip on his erection.

Jizabel pressed their bodies together. "I can't wait four years either..." Cain smiled slightly.

"Do you have any lubricant?" Jizabel asked a bit shyly. He flicked his tongue against Cain's navel. Cain shivered and pointed to the table beside the bed.

"First drawer-...!"

Jizabel kept his hand on Cain's arousal while he moved to the drawer. He pulled out the small bottle and squeezed some of the lube out over his fingers.

"Where'd a little boy like you get this, anyway??"

"Took it from Father's room," Cain said, unaffected by his answer.

Jizabel laughed, "You devil, you."

Cain smiled his oh-so-naughty smiles, making Jizabel want him even more.

He licked a circle around Cain's navel, massaging his upper thighs. Cain moaned as his legs spread further apart.

"Ahh-Jiz-bel...!"

Jizabel smiled and moved his hands a bit harder around Cain's upper, inner thighs.

"This'll hurt a little..." he whispered, putting one hand on Cain's cock and positioning the other at his entrance. Cain spread his legs a bit more.

Cain shivered as Jizabel's lubricated fingers brushed against his thigh again. Slowly, as to not cause too much pain for him, Jisabel pressed his first finger in.

Cain dug his nails into Jizabel's shoulder and closed his eyes tight. Jizabel kissed him and stroked his erection to distract him.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, stroking the head gently. Cain nodded a little, his eyes still closed. Jizabel closed his eyes as well as he added the second finger.

Cain held back a cry of pain with a small whimper as he drew blood from Jizabel's skin with his nails.

"I'm sorry- do you want me to stop?"

"N-no...don't stop...don't leave me in the middle of this..." Cain forced through his teeth. He gasped as Jizabel stroked him a bit harder than he meant to.

"Sorry," Jizabel stopped stroking and moved his hand up and down while he made scissor-like movements to stretch the younger boy out. Cain moaned once the pain had subsided. His back arched upward when Jizabel pulled on him gently, Jizabel's long slender fingers being pushed further into his body. Jizabel felt his fingers brush against something soft.

"Jizabel!" Cain's grip on his shoulders relaxed slightly as his moaned.

"Sorry-"

"Stop apologizing and do it again!" Cain grabbed onto Jisabel's arm. He complied and rammed his hand in, hitting the prostate again.

Cain threw his head back into the mattress.

"Jizabel!!"

The blond couldn't wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers and turned Cain over so that he was propped up on his elbows and knees. Cain smiled wickedly as he glanced over his shoulder at Jizabel. Jizabel wrapped one of his arms around Cain's waist and kept the other on his length.

He kissed the small of the younger man's back and carefully, slowly at first, pressed his own erection in.

Cain groaned; it hurt but it felt so good to him. Jizabel kept very still for a moment, he wanted to fuck the boy senseless, but his not wanting to hurt him overpowered that need.

"Please...please move..." Cain said, moving his hips slightly. The older man remained still.

"Jizabel, pl-" whatever he was planning on saying was cut off by a loud moan as Jizabel moved his hand up and down Cain's length again. Slowly, he began moving in and out of him.

"A-ah...AH!" Cain cried, in such a shrill voice it could only be girly, as Jizabel rammed himself into him. He gripped at the sheets while Jisabel pulled in and out of him.

"Jizabel!!"

"Got it again," Jizabel panted, pulling Cain onto him. Cain moaned, his back arching and his head going back so much he was looking at the ceiling.

"Are you hurting?" Jizabel asked, stopping momentarily.

Cain growled softly and pulled away quickly.

"Cain?"

He didn't answer, he moved over so that he could flip Jizabel over. He crawled on top of the older man, cat-like. He pulled Jizabel's legs far enough apart so that he could get on easily.

With his legs on either side of Jisabel's hips, he lowered himself down on Jizabel's erection. He groaned

as he got lower. Jizabel forced himself upward, and Cain was fully seated on him.

"A-ah-Jizabel!!"

Jizabel put his hands on Cain's waist and helped him move. He pushed Cain up and then pulled him back down.

Cain cried out with his pleasure, his hands on Jizabel's for support. Jizabel moved one of his hands to Cain's hardness and moved up and down in pace with each time he moved Cain down on him. Cain gasped as he felt the tip of Jizabel's cock slam into his prostate again. He felt his orgasm coming on.

"Jiz-Jizabel! I'm going to cum!"

"That's what I've been waiting for, Love!" Jizabel half-screamed, gripping Cain's manhood hard.

"Ah!" Cain cried out as he orgasmed all over Jizabel's hand, stomach and chest. Jizabel thrust Cain onto him one more time and came still in him.

Cain groaned as he pulled himself up and collapsed on top of the blond. Jizabel smoothed his raven colored hair down.

"Love you..." Cain whispered, leaning in and kissing his lover. Jizabel slipped his tongue into his mouth and he moaned softly.

"Love you too..."