ok ok ok, im sorry, go ahead and make voodoo dolls and torture me, my bad, but here is a steamy, yet slightly confusing chapter (maybe for you or maybe for the character?) and i hope you enjoy! much love.
A look of intense lust filled his eyes and he bit his lip in an almost erotic way.
Hot, i thought, then mentally slapped myself, we werent at that stage yet! this was a game, not a match made in heaven. "Class then?" i asked, returning the look.
next thing i knew, i was pinned to the wall, his tongue dancing around in my mouth.
i-regrettably- let out a soft moan and fought with the intruding wet muscle with my own, we fought for domanance, and i was a little shocked to find i like this controlling side of Michael.
he firmly gripped my hips and dragged me into the stall, practically forcing me to sit on the toilet as he strattled me and somehow managed to deepen the kiss.
"Mikey..." i breathed as his lips and tongue moved to my neck.
i couldnt let this happen yet, even though i wasnt a huge fan of 'morals' i didnt want to take adantage of him.
wait... what?
why did i care? he was going to be a nice fuck anyway, my little mortal playtoy, so why did i care about 'taking advantage'? he was offering, who am i to turn such an offer down? i knew he was a virgin, he is wanting and he would be tight...
oh God no! i cant!
wait...
God?
Did i just say God?
i am a product of pure evil, ive sinned more than the average murderer, i take lives to survive, no, i torture and lie then take lives to survive! so why would i ask God for any kind of mercy? i had no right!
what?
when have i had a right for anything? why is this all coming to me now? why am i thinking all of this- "Ah!" i gasped as his erection grounded down on my own, sending a wave of intense pleasure through me.
he slipped his hand under my shirt and played with my right nipple.
oh fuck he knows how to please... but... not... not now.
i would wait until we went to his house, then i will have my much desired fun, where we can have a proper place to scream out and moan and please.
Later.
Later.
"Mikey stop..." he pulled away hesitantly, looking very confused
"Did... did i do something wrong?" he asked.
oh poor Mikey, you have no idea how much i would love to squeeze into your tight little-
Later!
"No! no of course not, i just think we should wait." i said a little fast. "oh.." he look possitively crumbled, "until we get to your house, that is." i continued with a seductive whisper.
he bit his lip again and blushed, but gave me one last quick kiss before he stood and helped me up.
"so we are at least 25 minutes late to our class, want to just head to the park? we could just hang out..." he asked as we fixed our hair and clothes. hmm, we had taken longer than i thought, but i like the idea of a first date with Mikey, getting to know him more than my stalkerish ways would let me.
"Sure, then we could just head to your place?" he nodded and blushed as he thought of what would be happening at his house later. i blushed too, though i cant be too certain as to why.
he checked to make sure the halls were clear, then we ran out of the school and to the park. no one was there, this park had a famous reputation for being 'haunted' but Mikey seem comfortable in it. we sat on a bench and said nothing.
i was waiting for him to open the conversation, but he shocked me yet again by softly grasping my hand. a current flashed through me yet again, only it didnt go away. it buzzed through me and sent a wave of butterflies through my stomach.
"So how long have you been here?" he asked not letting go "a few months, i was emancipated a year ago and moved here after i got enough money."
"I bet you miss your family."
"Everyday." i told him honestly.
"then why did you get emancipated?"
"My father wasnt too keen with the idea of a gay son." i continued with my honesty, even though it was a few centuries rather than a year ago.
"That must have been hard."
"well, ive grown to accept it. its usually not something people want to accept so quickly, unless they have been open minded for awhile."
"how long have you been... you know... gay?" he whispered the last word, as if it were to be kept a secret. "for as long as i could remember. ive always liked boys." he was silent for a while so i asked "how about you?"
he looked shocked, but then turned a delicious tone of scarlet and looked down, ashamed. i was going to apologize and tell him it was none of my intruding business, but he turned to me and said "Since i was 10."
"Why are you so ashamed of it?"
"I-i... im scared for people to know, and i dont want my brothers rep to go down, he wouldnt be so popular if everyone knew he had a gay brother, and i dont want to ruin his life, he doesnt deserve that." he looked down again, brows furrowed.
"Mikey, he treats you horribly!" "He doesnt mean to! he just wants me to get out more, be like him, and i want to, but i just... cant. he loves me, i know he does, he doesnt mean anything he does, he cant help it." i heard the sliding of water on skin and i knew he was crying.
"Mikey... look at me. please." he looked up slowly, obviously not happy with himself on the fact of showing an emotion as strong as sadness. "you are amazing, and you cant let him and his life rule yours. he obviously loves attention, but you dont need to be like him, bask in the glow insanity, bath in the rays of the moon, set yourself upon the stars, for you'll rule the world soon."
where did that come from?
he smiled and wiped his tears away, something i probably should have done, and rested his head on my shoulder. his skin was smelling more and more normal, meaning the venom was wearing off.
he checked his phone and declared it was time to head to his place. we walked hand in hand, but when we saw someone in the distance, he ripped his hand away and put a distance between us.
hmm... that was going to have to change.
when we made it to his house, which was a considerable distance from the park, i found myself excited to enter it without slipping in unnoticed like i usually did, having to stalk the dark corners until everyone was safely asleep.
"Welcome to my house!" he chirped opening the door wide.
i walked hesitantly inside, wondering who else was in the house. it smelled... female?
his mother and father would be at work until 6:30, and his brother wasnt home yet, infact i doubted he would be home anytime soon.
i took a deeper sniff, i could smell leather, shoe polish, hot iron, daisies, chocolate, coffee, dirt, water, airfreshener, honey, Mikey and...
still, an unknown female, but it didnt smell like skin it smelled like...
oh, eww, im guessing Gerard brought a female friend over to have a little 'fun' while his brother was at school having 'fun' of his own.
Ahh, teenage human hormones, im so happy i overcame such things.
i heard the door shut softly, and i turned to him, blushing. he smiled and bent to brush his lips softly to mine, i pulled away before it got heated and asked "Mind showing me the house?" he let out a super soft annoyed sigh, maybe the vemon wasnt as transparent as i assumed, and took my hand, leading me up the stairs.
he pointed at doors as we passed them "Parents room... Gerard's room... reading room... bathroom... my room." he opened the door and pulled me in, slamming it shut and pinning me on the wall, kissing fiercely.
ok, i must admit, this dominant part of Mikey really had me going, and i wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as we moaned in sync.
he picked me up, not something very hard to do, im actually very lightweight, and set me on the bed.
oh.. this is going to be fun... but nerves suddenly filled my stomach as he ground his hips against mine, getting more of a rise out of me, he wasnt so soft either.
i-i cant...
i cant do this to him, hes too innocent! he doesnt want this, he just wants to have sex because i put a huge amount of venom in his body and he doesnt know what he wants!
but ohhh, i would love to ravage his beautiful body, taking his innocence in every sense, make him scream my name over and over again until he just cant take it anymore... bleeding from his once tight-
no no no! i cant! i need to stop him, somehow while fighting with myself, he managed to take my shirt off and was planting wet kisses down my stomach, hands latching to my jeans
"M-Mikey... W-Wait..."
"Dont worry Frankie, i'll take care of you..." he promised, smoothly easing my zipper down.
oh fuuuck!
he just promised me pleasure, and it sounds like he's sure, so amnt i? i'll let him suck me off, thats all, we dont need to fuck yet, he can just taste me...
no! damn it stop him!
hmm, have you noticed you tend to speak much less formal when aroused? fuck! focus!
now he was licking me through my underwear, and i shivered with pleasure, wanting, no, needing him to take all of me in his amazingly warm mouth.
F.O.C.U.S!
"Mikey... please stop." i begged weakly, sounding more like i was begging him to continue. which is exactly what i guess he thought i meant, beacuse he started to tug down my boxers slowly.
if i didnt stop him now, i will have no will left! i used every ounce of strength to gently push him away and half scream "STOP!"
he looked, well, completely shocked. "What did i do... was i... was i bad?" tears formed in his eyes, his voice quivering from hurt and humiliation.
"What? no! Mikey, thats not it at all! i just... i dont want this to be a 'Fuck Buddy' situation, i dont want to use you, i... i really like you Mikey, and i dont want to mess anything up by doing this when we hardly know each other, i just cant Mikey! i wont! i want this to mean something..."
his tears brimmed over and he stormed out, i could hear him run outside.
this was confusing... doesnt he want it to mean something? doesnt he want to be in a realationship?
i dress again and run after him, i find him out back, sitting on a rock sobbing. "Mikey..." i whisper, slowly walking over to him.
"I-im so sorry Frank, i just cant even... just forget it." he got up and tried to storm passed me but i blocked him.
"Mikey, talk to me, tell me whats wrong!"
"its just... no forget it."
"Mikey..."
"Forget it!"
"Mikey."
"No!"
"Mikey!"
"Why is it so hard for me to find someone who finds me attractive that way when my brother gets laid all the time? why is it that when i finally find someone who finally doesnt drool over him and wants to hang out with me, i try to fuck him? why is it that even though i got a rock hard hard-on from that guy, he refuses to fuck me? what? is it because im fat? is it because i dont fit a size 00 yet? am i disgusting to look at? am i a bad kisser? where you thinking of my brother the entire time? do you not-" he was screaming at me when i crushed my lips to his, silencing him.
he struggled a bit, but melted after a few seconds. when i finally pulled away, he was breathless.
"Mikey, you listen to me right now. you are the most beautiful, amazing guy ive ever met. your perfect in every sense, and no, im not just saying that. your smart, your funny, your sweet, your honest, your damn good to look at and even more amazing to kiss, your a wonderful listener, and you dont judge. you. are. perfect.i dont want to have sex with you because i care for you, if it were anyone else, i would fuck them senseless, but you? you have effected me somehow, and im not sure how, but you have, i dont want to make this a 'normal thing' i want to make it ... Mikey Way... Will you be my boyfriend?"
