Hello, hello!
Thanks for the support as always! Like promised, this is the second half of Torment to Serenity.
I recently received advice from Ookami Kasumi about the grammar and reading style. I totally agree, it could be better ^^
I revised this chapter a bit already, so the next chapter I put out will have a much better reading format, and I'll be revising the previous ones as well. I can't undo the present tense writing in this chapter atm, sorry...
Also, I know the use of the ellipsis (...) is wrong in this fic, but seeing it used in anime/manga to express delay or long spaces as a period form, as well as all the fanfic authors I know use the ellipsis in this same fashion, and that I have too many to go back and correct, I may continue to use it like before. In addition, my story followers recognize the use of it through this fic, so, I may keep it consistent for those reasons.
Chapter X: Torment to Serenity, Part II
Edgar is at his desk, finishing what he could on his novel. Ruby eyes glancing at the calendar, next week is the arrival of his favorite author, and he wanted to be fully prepared. After writing his supposed "short" novel, Edgar realizes this story could be great if written as a full fledged masterpiece. He breaks from writing and starts to read it, going over what his original train of thought up to what it has developed into now. That's when...
*door knocks* "Master Redmond" cries a soft voice.
Edgar already knew who it is, "come in Harcourt".
The young boy enters with a questioning look as Edgar turns to face him.
"Not to be rude, but I hope this is urgent"
"Uh... It kind of is..." Joanne looks uncomfortable, and even distrusting which gains Edgar's full attention.
"Is... something the matter?" Edgar asks his fag who didn't even bother to come all the way into his bedroom/study.
"It's... probably nothing... someone, just up to his old tricks again..."Joanne now starts to twiddle with his fingers out of nervousness.
"What are you talking about Harcourt?" Edgar's tone is very firm on this one. What is Joanne to do? Should he say or not?
After a deep breath, he comes into the room warily and speaks in a low voice.
"Someone... someone is spreading rumors... about you. Its... making a few of us worry, if not most. B-But... no one has had the guts to say so... to you that is".
This nearly stops Edgar's heart. He instantaneously knew what this was about, but plays dumb.
"What, kind of rumors?" The prefect asks, his expression changing from curious to now worried.
Joanne didn't know how to bring it to his prefect without being obvious.
"I'll just say... it has to do with you "offending" Violet, in some way"
There's a long pause; Edgar knew whats going to come out and decides to either let the truth out in a controlled manner, or try to evade it as best possibly. Then it comes to him.
"You mean... sexual?" Edgar adds, causing Joanne to drop his head.
Since Edgar seemed to open up and "be truthful", Joanne feels he should further explain it. "There's a rumor that... you, molested Violet. Its highly unnerving a-and... I don't know who to trust..."
It is now time for Edgar to do one of his stunning performances. He drops his head, seemingly in deep sorrow, and begins to explain with a sigh.
"A while back, I found an odd drawing of Violet's at the Swan Gazebo, and that night, I confronted him about it. HE claimed he was... missing love, and lacking the ability to... share a moment of bliss with someone else..."
Joanne's eyes widen largely, Edgar has captivated his audience.
"I was raised to be a gentleman, to "court"... all kinds. And, as I have experienced similar issues, I offered to court and give him that ultimate experience of love in bliss... and, I thought he'd appreciate it, but things soured and I may have... introduced too much of what love could lead to. Now, the situation is beyond a simple apology... I... I'm only telling you this out of trusting you wouldn't betray me... like he and many others have..."
Edgar sakes his head sourly, muttering "molestation... would never cross my mind".
Joanne, believe it or not, felt much better and felt he understood what really happened and how it could sour and escalate to this level.
"This is why I have trouble finding a steady partner. Every person I let into my heart comes in to only crush it..."
His fag plants a hand onto his shoulder, lightly whispering,
"I'm... very sorry to hear that. I know what it means to feel betrayed and unwanted afterwords..." He thinks about it, then decides to reveal something.
"I should have known there was more to the story, considering the rumors coming from Cole"
"Cole?!" the Scarlet Prefect exclaims. Joanne then turns pale in the face. Cole had cornered and asked him about his conversation with Greenhill. Oh lord! Joanne forgot about telling Greenhill the incident between Edgar and Gregory.
"Well" Joanne starts, trying to find away out of this one, and possibly do something to get on Redmond's good side, "he's spreading rumors that you basically molested Violet... more than once... and claimed... Greenhill is on to you".
Redmond just sinks into his red velvet, wing back chair, beginning to believe Herman is out against him. Before anymore negative thoughts, or anger could further process in Edgar's mind-
"Master Redmond... what could I do to fulfill what you miss from... everyone else?" the Scarlet Fag innocently asks, "whatever you hoped to gain from Violet, maybe I could, um..."
Joanne knew this would lead to something kinda dark, but doesn't know how far Edgar would, or will go with such offer.
Redmond honestly wants to refuse him, but... his inner 'Aleister Chamber' begs to differ. He looks up at the boy who's practically offering himself for... well, anything in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe he could introduce him to a little at a time, and test the boy's boundaries.
"If you wish, then..." Right there, Edgar gets up and plants a heated kiss to the boy's lips, embracing Joanne close against his body. The younger blonde's heart starts somersaulting, this was so overwhelming, but he couldn't let it show. Slowly, he embraces his elder prefect, as he gets more engaged with the kiss. Edgar was expert at this, frenching as he sucks on the boy's delicate tongue before braking the kiss.
Joanne looks up into those lustful ruby eyes, knowing... he screwed up, big time, and there's no way out. Edgar then drags him to the bed where he gently pushes him back, immediately darting to his trousers.
"M-Master R-Redmond?" He questions.
"Shhhh, relax my dear..." Edgar slyly replies, undoing Joanne's trousers, and getting into his underpants.
Joanne's heart is palpitating, as his breath quickens. He then finds Edgar taking his dick into his mouth.
"M-Master Redmond! Y-You shouldn't- mmmmmn" Poor boy, he couldn't help the sensation permeating through his body right now, but still.
"Master, yo-you shouldn't. I-I mean, that isn't... for you, uh-"
"Ah, brave are we?" Edgar took that totally wrong, and as an invitation.
He stands up before the boy, now undoing his own trousers. Joanne's eyes stretches immensely; especially after seeing Edgar removing his dick from his underpants.
"U-Uh, uh... I-I, w-wa-, b-but- u-um" He's immediately interrupted by his lusting seme.
"Have no fear, this doesn't hurt even in the least bit" he smiles as Joanne sweats, and pants from the fear of it all. The head of Edgar's cock is suddenly driven against Joanne's lips, and for a second, he hesitates, feeling grave disgust just from the thought alone. But he relaxes and allows the cock to be driven into his small mouth.
With a bit of a crooked smile, Edgar starts to thrust himself, in and out, trying to get into a steady pace. Joanne gets stiff, trying his hardest to drive down his gag flex and act as if enjoying it. He also feels Edgar's hand gripping his lower jaw, guiding his mouth in the thrusting. Blushing like mad, Joanne finds his way to suck the musky organ as it is thrusted in and out, in and out.
"Ahhhh, my you're mastering it well" Edgar gives a moan, then draws himself away, letting his uke trace his tongue up and down his shaft. God, every sensor tingles the more Joanne strokes Edgar's dick using his tongue. He then takes the head of Edgar's cock down, gingerly teasing his seme's entrance with the probing of his tongue.
Joanne can tell his master's happy with every moan let out. It was too much, and Edgar can feel himself about to spill seed. Quickly, Edgar thrusts himself back into his subject, this time he's pounding the boy's mouth. Joanne grips himself, struggling the urge to pull away or gag.
Edgar's pace gets faster, and faster, completely unaware of Joanne's struggle. The younger boy can taste the precum now, as the organ is pulsating in his mouth. It doesn't take long after that, for Edgar's viscous hot fluids to fill his uke's oral cavity.
It immediately overflows, since Joanne initially doesn't swallow. Ecstasy takes over, blooming a rush of adrenaline through the Scarlet Prefect. He lets out a cry, mixed with Joanne's name, making the boy honestly feel... happy. Edgar draws his uke very close, deepthroating him, and Joanne accepts, forcing himself to swallow the remainder of Edgar's ejaculation.
Finally, it's over, and a sigh is heard from the scarlet seme as he draws himself away. He then kneels to Joanne's level and plants a deep kiss upon the boy's cum covered lips, tasting his own cum through the kiss. They break away, scarlet eyes peering into one and another, Joanne stares with dazed eyes and a subtle grin. "Joanne Harcourt, you've... really, made me happy, and even feel free a bit... I can't thank you enough". Joanne just smiles and blushes. Edgar takes a handkerchief from his breast pocket and gently cleans cum from the boy's face, and then draws him into the bed to lie beside him. "Would you... mind spending the night with me, Harcourt?" "No... not at all" he replies quite happily. "I must admit, it was a bit... intense" "Well, you need to experience a reversal in roles, and you'll understand much better. For now, let's just rest and let this moment sink in" "Yes, sir" Joanne's final words before sinking into Edgar's embrace...
Much further along the day, the Prefects would usually meet at the Swan Gazebo one last time to recap before resigning for the day. Right now, only one and his fag are present. Lawrence was highly irritated.
"First Violet, then Redmond, and now Greenhill?" he calmly, but angrily asks.
Clayton then tries to conclude their whereabouts. "Violet claimed he had work to catch up on, Redmond said something about finalizing his novel for his author's visit in the coming week or so. Greenhill however..."
"Greenhill" Bluer starts, "is behind homework, but would be the second to show here. For a quiet space for his work outs and routines. Its no way he's tending to homework; the only way he does is if I'm involved". Lawrence stands, quite perturbed with everyone at the moment.
"This charade has gone on far enough. I surely hope Phantomhive can give me some answers to confront each of these back sliding, excuse of Prefects these men have become... Let's go find Greenhill, now. I'd like to have the Principal's thoughts on this"
Clayton takes a bow and follows, however, venomously thinks about how he could wholly get a jump on Phantomhive, and figure what Bluer has requested of him to complete it himself.
They make their way towards Green House, but something, urges them towards Purple House for some reason. Interestingly enough, they find Herman at the gates of Purple House.
"Greenhill? What are you doing here?" Lawrence asks as Herman enters without responding.
It was like something possessed and drove him. Lawrence follows, worrying something is seriously wrong. At the steps of the dorm, you can hear snickers in the bushes nearby.
"Uh... you realize where we are, sir?" Clayton states, knowing what's coming.
Hundreds of little hooded heads peak out, eerily whispering "dorm leaders from the outside, why are they here, they must not see our prefect".
"Hey, hey! What business do... any of you have-!... uh, with us?!" Out pops, a young kid with shaggy black hair dyed fuchsia on one side. He had one noticeable earring and black nails. "Its the king of the body builders and... and the king of bookworms with his four eyed accomplice! Yahaha!" He tries so hard to mimic his senior.
"Littleton" Herman starts, not in the mood for games and shit, "As a Prefect, I have right to demand to see another of any dorm"
"Says who?" Littleton starts, as his army of hooded fiends rise around everyone, "Cheslock says Violet can't see anyone right now. They're in a top secret, private, exclusive meeting with the dorm leaders, and we're guarding them! Now, begone!"
"Whut?" Clayton sighs, rubbing his temples from irritation. "Gregory Violet, holding a top secret meeting? With Cheslock?" Lawrence rightfully questions, because it really sounds silly when you think about it.
"Like I said, king of the bookworns, BEEEEE-GONE!" Littleton cries, throwing his finger at the crowd, along with his "minions" throwing a shower of rocks at the prefects. Herman, Lawrence and Clayton quickly escape Purple House grounds. Both men forgot how hostile Violet Wolf students are. Like silly, kindergarten kids, Littleton and the Violet Wolf students outdoors anticipate anymore "intruders" to sock with rocks.
"Kyahaha, you should have seen how they ran" Cheslock was peering out the front window and had seen the whole incident with the prefects.
He looks back, dressed only in his black lounging robe, seeing his prefect sitting in bed, surrounded by... candy? Gregory, also dressed in a purple robe, is drawing on his handheld canvas, awaiting his fag to... you know...
Cheslock slides his way to the bed and seats himself beside Gregory, who is completely submersed into his drawing.
"I see you haven't touched any of the treats I brought you" the fag points out, receiving a glare from the Violet Leader.
"Cheslock, let us please get this over with. I... I will not allow this to prolong itself any longer"
"Geez I'm just tryin' to be nice, Violet!" Cheslock snaps in response, "I could give ya the dark side of me, or the cold shoulder, but nooooo; I hear your 'sorrowing sob story', and this is the attitude I get? Humph!".
Gregory was pissed. He didn't appreciate Cheslock's tone and is about to rebut... but something catches his tongue and he fails to do so. Cheslock is easy to anger and if he's angered enough, he wouldn't assist him. Even if Gregory were to demote him from being his fag, he'll still have Edgar to deal with, and didn't feel comfortable appointing ANY other Violet Wolf to replace Cheslock.
"... Fine..." he sighs, deciding to play along instead of making an enemy, and takes a small nibble off a chocolate covered raspberry.
Cheslock sees him giving in and immediately gains his smirk back... knowing the affect these "treats" would have.
"Well?" he asks his Violet Wolf superior curiously.
"... mmm, not bad..." Violet responds, his sweet tooth growing... or something else. Gregory continues to draw, but eats more and more, and soon loses interest in drawing and lies back eating.
In a matter of minutes, Gregory was cozily lying against his taller fag. It wasn't cuddling though, he felt a strange buzz over take him after eating those candies, and honestly thought it was a sugar rush. Still, there was a daze he was experiencing, setting his mood just right for his fag's handy work.
'Heh' Cheslock chuckles to himself, 'I knew these tainted sweets would do the charm'. He too ate his share, wanting the same amount of buzz for this.
"Ah, is that a smile trying to break through?" He chuckles, causing Gregory to uncharacteristically chuckle for a moment.
"kind of... I'm... a bit dizzy. I think I ate too much of that sugar" his answer is simple and short, like always.
"Aww, feeling bad?" Cheslock starts it off, cupping his superior's cheek while planting a heated kiss to black lips, "I have just the antidote".
Cheslock's face twists to a maniacal fanged grin from just a sly smirk, as he mounts himself atop Gregory on the bed.
The Violet Wolf Prefect gets wide, and wild eyed; a part of him wasn't liking where this was going, but he was too drugged to think straight. "Ch-Cheslock... I-I"
"Shhh, relax my dear" the cockatoo dangerously whispers, lowering his lips to the soft porcelain skin on Gregory's neck, "... relax... tonight, when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for me..."
Now... Edgar has NEVER said anything thing like that, nor sounded like this. Drugged and dazed, Gregory slightly shakes his head, and starts to tremble as Cheslock locks another, deeep kiss with his lips. At first Gregory tries to push away, but then, some kind of sensor is triggered as a strange chill runs through his spine, forcing him to give in. Cheslock sure works his tongue around his smaller uke's, already earning a moan out of Gregory.
Cheslock breaks the kiss to peer his blue violet eyes into purple violet ones for a moment, before tracing his tongue from the boy's jaw line down his neck. The cadence of Gregory's breaths deepen as he starts moaning slightly, and he really starts to moan as Cheslock replaces his tongue with his lips.
"Ch-Ches-... Ches-l-loh... *gasp, sigh*" Violet stammers, jittering from a strange combination of nerve, excitement and sensation.
"Say my name, Violet... I want to hear my name, in your voice"
"I-I... I don't know, if I can, handle th-this after all" Gregory replies semi firm, but dazed from the tainted sweets.
"Oh you can handle it..." Cheslock murderously whispers again, grinning like mad, "You will handle it... heheheh"
In a flash, Gregory feels his robe being snatched open with a flash of a breeze over his naked body. He gasps at the action, but particularly when Cheslock spreads his legs open, getting full view of his hairless anomaly- his ambiguous genitals. This escalates Cheslock's grin from maniacal to completely insane and creepy. "How lovely," he purrs with overwhelmed excitement. The next thing Gregory feels are two fingers stabbing into his pseudo-vaginal hole. He screeches, then moans deeply as the motion of Cheslock's fingers send sensations through his thin frame. Cheslock begins to thrust them faster and faster, harsher and harsher, cackling the whole way.
Gregory moans deeper and deeper, arching his back into the rhythm of with each thrust each thrust, drawing more pain, the sensation heightening... the pleasure growing...
"Ch-Ches- *gasp... moan* p-p-please, ACK!" Gregory can feel his fag's digits scraping the inner walls of his insides with his fingers. He grips the sheets beneath, each jab into his being sends chills through his frame. Cheslock is having a ball, though. Thrusting his fingers in and out at that rapid pace drew a great amount of heat forth from his subject, while tightening and tenderizing his membranes.
Hearing the whimpers coming from his uke, mixed with the feel of his sex feverishly gripping his fingers as they are thrusted nearly gives Cheslock a boner. In no time, Gregory cries out as he bursts into orgasm. Cheslock jabs his fingers all the way in as his small framed uke cums all over his hand. He then draws his fingers out, examining phase I of his handy work.
Gregory tries relax, panting after his heart had raced through that experience.
"That... was okay..." Cheslock starts off calmly, examining the cum on his fingers. "However..." he says, climbing up top Gregory, who stares into his eyes with hazed fear. "Its time for the real party..." He cackles which instantly provoke Gregory to push against his shoulders with his hands.
"You... you promised... you wouldn't hurt me..." The uke worriedly whispers, and his fear instantly calms Cheslock down a bit. He ducks to his ear, gently whispering, "And I'm not gonna... 'k? Like I said, you'll beg for me after this... and you will enjoy this..."
Such a thing is not reassuring to the Violet Prefect. He then sees his fag pressing the head of his cock against the now swollen, tightly small genital opening of his. Gregory then tilts his head back, eyes closed and braces himself, just as Cheslock sharply with brute force, thrusts his over sized boner into Gregory's insides. Violet eyes shoot wide open in horror, feeling his fiercely torn open again. With his heart pounding, Gregory screams aloud in pure pain, only thinking the worst is to happen again. Cheslock reenters, with a harsher thrust, sending shock through his subject's being. But... as Gregory screams a second time, a long moan rips from his throat, the sound encourages Cheslock to thrust more.
The Violet fag begins thrusting into Gregory's taught, semi swollen canal, drawing a series of screams and moans. As painful as this is, for some reason, pleasure is found in the torment.
"Ch-Ches- AHHHH!... Chesl- mmmmn"
"Say my name" the fag purrs, moaning like mad.
"Ch-Cheslock... p-please" Gregory stammers in the heat,
"Tell me... you want more, Violet... You want more" The fag purrs into Gregory's ear, continuing to thrust harshly.
"I-I... I-I-AAAAAAH!" the poor teen cries out, this pain was unbearable, yet something about it has him yearning for it, "Y-Yes" he stutters, gripping his fag, "Ch-Cheslock... m-more-AAAAAH!... M-More- *deep gasp* I want more!" he finally cries...
"Fuck yeah!" Cheslock replies maniacally, his thrusting now, grows violet.
Gregory's eyes stretch a mile wide as his heart races from the action. He screams as Cheslock inhumanly pounds him, causing him to quake with every thrust, and horrific shock to his entire sexual apparatus. The abrasive force rocks Gregory's frame, as well as draw juices from his tormented genitalia, gripping the beast ripping them further apart.
But, as kisses are planted on his pale neck, the euphoria kicks in. Violet's screaming becomes a loud moans, as the shooting pain from Cheslock's thrusts are now mixed with waves of adrenaline gushing through his system.
"Ch-Cheslock-AHMMMMN!" The Prefect mutters as his fag continues kisses on the uke's neck, feeling his cock thicken inside the abused membranes of Gregory's canal; forcing his feverish insides to take his shape, while growing more and more, increased the difficulty of thrusting into such a tight space.
Both young men grow with a build up of energy bound to release. Cheslock's cock throbs, speeding his thrusting and suddenly, drives himself at full force, all the way into Gregory, spilling an ocean of hot cum inside him. Both cry each other's names, Gregory arching his head back and his frame into his fag, feeling bliss now coursing through his body, the pain is no more.
Cheslock had never seen his senior express pleasure, especially like this. Though he was still trembling from trauma, Gregory gives a hazed chuckle, experiencing something totally new to him as he felt Cheslock ejaculation, feeling his insides flooded and overflowing with cum. Cheslock smiles and cups his uke's face, violet eyes meet violet eyes, and plants nice long kiss onto his lips; Gregory surprisingly wraps his arms around Cheslock's neck and embraced him. They moan into their kiss, as it all runs its course.
Checlock then collapses onto Gregory, both catching their breaths after such a ride. The fag lifts his head to look at his prefect, who stares at him with tired, pleasured eyes.
"Heh..." Cheslock starts tiredly, "now... was that, so bad?"
Gregory just chuckles in response, the aphrodisiacs hadn't warn off yet. The fag smiles back, planting another kiss to the Violet Leader's porcelain neck. He then draws himself out, and lies beside Gregory in a cuddly fashion.
"Did you, enjoy it like I said you would?" At first, there's no reply, and when Cheslock looks at him again, he sees Gregory had already fallen asleep. He deviously chuckles at the sight, sooooo cute.
Cheslock quietly pulls the covers over himself and his prefect, drawing him close to himself, and swiftly drifts into slumber. Everything seems quiet and peaceful.
However, as soon as the pair were out cold, someone with little black shoes walks and black/white striped stockings enter the room and approaches the bed. Violet eyes radiant in the dark, this four foot person places her hand gingerly on Gregory's shoulder, her eerily familiar presence causes Gregory to shift in the covers some. She then smiles before saying her only words,
"It seems... we'll soon be together again... very soon, we'll be closer than you'll ever imagine..."
... D8
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Is it a sorceress? Is it a witch? Or is it one of those elevator pranks seen on youtube?
Golly that chapter(s) was looooooooooooooong *~*
B-But I had to put everything in that one D: I really did.
To the latest "Guest" reviewer, Gregory is so cute, I had to write about him going through some kind of extreme trauma that makes you go all "Awww, poooor Gregory ;A;"'ish, because those make the best fics! I understand how something can go too far, and thanks for the warning.
Okay so, anybody got ideas of what's the next big thing to come? Pls stay tuned, AND REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I need them! Thanks, been'a great crowd!
~GNXmike