JET "BLACK DOG" BLACK
Jet returned to find Spike bleeding and unconscious on the bed. It seemed his wound was not in a vital area, but one never knew.
"Oh my god - Spike!"
Jet ran to Spike and shook him to wake him up.
"Get up! Get up, Spike!"
Spike shook his head and groaned.
"What happened? Spike? What happened?"
"Jesus, Vicious, found me, Christ, after all these years -"
"What?"
"Vicious. Took Gren. Gren has tits."
"What?"
"Stabbed me, took Gren, I was off guard, couldn't defend myself."
Jet bandaged Spike up decently enough.
"Ed can hack into his files, we'll find him."
"Yeah."
"Spike.?"
"Yeah?"
"...what do you mean Gren has tits?"
GRENCIA MARS ELIJAH GUO ECKNER
Gren had wished day in and day out that Vicious would return to him.
But this wasn't the way.
It was all wrong.
Even when Vicious took him home and made love to him, it was wrong.
But so damn right.
He was caught up in Vicious' web. He couldn't, he wouldn't, and yet he did, and when he did, he cried out Vicious' name, over and over, begged and pleaded for more, and yet, he did not want it. But he did.
He had killed Spike.
It was all his fault.
Vicious had raised the sword, but Gren had been the murderer.
Vicious had enjoyed his breasts, as did every other man that had courted him, but with Vicious it was different.
He had slept with Vicious before he had breasts, so the magic was gone. His breasts were merely an added bonus.
But Vicious damn well knew how to tease him. He played with them, making Gren writhe and squeal, and once Gren began to beg, he would stop, leave, and come back later. And do it again.
Once when Vicious left the room he saw Lin sitting against the wall outside the room. Gren saw it in his eyes.
Vicious had him in his web, too.
Vicious liked to be dominant. He did it the way he wanted, and sometimes Gren didn't like it. But then Vicious would kiss him, with his sweet mouth and honey kisses, make him melt and beg for him to love him.
And Gren would implore him.
At the moment, Gren knew he should stop. Vicious had him where he wanted him, sucking with his sweet mouth at Gren's tender feminine skin. Gren tried to beg for him to stop, but the begging became pleading for more.
Gren felt Vicious' manhood pressing into his thigh, insistent, needy, but Gren wasn't ready, or, he didn't want to be ready. He said no, repeated it, but was caught in Vicious' dance, his masquerade, his web.
Gren's mouth surrounded Vicious, took him into himself and let him play his game. He heard Vicious moan, sigh, and occasionally whimper, and knew Vicious was utterly vulnerable at this point.
But he could not bring himself to stop.
He hated it, but he had to admit to himself.
He liked being caught in Vicious' web.
Vicious release was as sweet as his honey kisses, a deep sigh and expulsion. Gren's tears were as insistant as Vicious ebbing manhood once was.
Vicious' comforts were not consoling.
Gren was a murderer. And he enjoyed it.
Jet returned to find Spike bleeding and unconscious on the bed. It seemed his wound was not in a vital area, but one never knew.
"Oh my god - Spike!"
Jet ran to Spike and shook him to wake him up.
"Get up! Get up, Spike!"
Spike shook his head and groaned.
"What happened? Spike? What happened?"
"Jesus, Vicious, found me, Christ, after all these years -"
"What?"
"Vicious. Took Gren. Gren has tits."
"What?"
"Stabbed me, took Gren, I was off guard, couldn't defend myself."
Jet bandaged Spike up decently enough.
"Ed can hack into his files, we'll find him."
"Yeah."
"Spike.?"
"Yeah?"
"...what do you mean Gren has tits?"
GRENCIA MARS ELIJAH GUO ECKNER
Gren had wished day in and day out that Vicious would return to him.
But this wasn't the way.
It was all wrong.
Even when Vicious took him home and made love to him, it was wrong.
But so damn right.
He was caught up in Vicious' web. He couldn't, he wouldn't, and yet he did, and when he did, he cried out Vicious' name, over and over, begged and pleaded for more, and yet, he did not want it. But he did.
He had killed Spike.
It was all his fault.
Vicious had raised the sword, but Gren had been the murderer.
Vicious had enjoyed his breasts, as did every other man that had courted him, but with Vicious it was different.
He had slept with Vicious before he had breasts, so the magic was gone. His breasts were merely an added bonus.
But Vicious damn well knew how to tease him. He played with them, making Gren writhe and squeal, and once Gren began to beg, he would stop, leave, and come back later. And do it again.
Once when Vicious left the room he saw Lin sitting against the wall outside the room. Gren saw it in his eyes.
Vicious had him in his web, too.
Vicious liked to be dominant. He did it the way he wanted, and sometimes Gren didn't like it. But then Vicious would kiss him, with his sweet mouth and honey kisses, make him melt and beg for him to love him.
And Gren would implore him.
At the moment, Gren knew he should stop. Vicious had him where he wanted him, sucking with his sweet mouth at Gren's tender feminine skin. Gren tried to beg for him to stop, but the begging became pleading for more.
Gren felt Vicious' manhood pressing into his thigh, insistent, needy, but Gren wasn't ready, or, he didn't want to be ready. He said no, repeated it, but was caught in Vicious' dance, his masquerade, his web.
Gren's mouth surrounded Vicious, took him into himself and let him play his game. He heard Vicious moan, sigh, and occasionally whimper, and knew Vicious was utterly vulnerable at this point.
But he could not bring himself to stop.
He hated it, but he had to admit to himself.
He liked being caught in Vicious' web.
Vicious release was as sweet as his honey kisses, a deep sigh and expulsion. Gren's tears were as insistant as Vicious ebbing manhood once was.
Vicious' comforts were not consoling.
Gren was a murderer. And he enjoyed it.