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Alright with that said. I have some news. This story looks like its approaching its end. It will probably be done by at the latest an eighteenth chapter. But don't be worried fans. I am preparing to move into the Young Justice fandom. I love me some birdflash. But enjoy the newest chapter of Of Home and Comfort :D
Oh also disclaimer i do not own the songs used in here, nor do i own Vlad and Henry I'm just borrowing them I swear I'll eventually give them back to Brewer! I've only had them for a year and a half. Besides shes writing those Joss books. *scoffs and walks away*.
Chapter Nine: To Heal a Ginger
Damian looked around for Collin as soon as the bell signaled the end of school. He hadn't seen the ginger all day! Or rather he hadn't gotten to talk to him. The ginger made a beeline away from him every chance he got. But luckily he over heard someone say he had an after school club to go to. So naturally he started looking.
He wasn't in the bandroom, not in the library, not in the cafeteria, not in the office, it seemed the redhead had up and vanished. With nowhere else to look Damian checked the chorus room.
He found Collin there.
The room was empty, it's chairs unoccupied. But by the big white board in the front was a table with an Idock with Collin's Ipod plugged in. The ginger hadn't noticed Damian enter yet and he was waiting on the background music to reach some point. He was sitting on the bottom tier of the risers in the back of the room listening to slow acoustics starting. Suddenly the strings got soft; that's when he started singing.
Hello darkness my old friend...
he said as he tugged at his hood trying to keep it as low as possible.
I'm here to talk with you again...
because in visions softly creeping...
left its seeds while i was sleeping...
and the vision... that was planted in my brain still lingers...
within the sound of silence.
Damian knew this song. Sound of Silence. He couldn't remember the artist, all he could remember was it played during The Comedian's funeral during The Watchmen.
In restless dreams I walked away
down narrow streets of cobblestone...
neath the halo of a street lamp.
It was interesting watching Collin sing. He obviously thought no one was there and so there was no guarding in his voice and Damian was sure, though he couldn't see the redhead's face, that there also he would find raw emotion.
I turn my color to the cold and damp...
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light...
that split the night...
and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
ten thousand people maybe more
people talking without speaking
people hearing without listening
people writing songs that voices never share
and no one dared
disturb the sound of silence.
Damien watched the hooded figure, leaning against a cabinet on the wall. He could see the way Collin tugged at the edge of his sweatshirt out of habit and the cold tremors that ran through his thin frame despite the coat.
Fools that I do not know
silence like a cancer grows
hear the words that I might teach you
take my arms that I might reach you
but my words like silent raindrops fell.
and echoed in the wells of silence.
and in the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made
and the sign flashed its warning
it in the words that it was forming
and the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on subway walls...
in the tenement halls
whispering in the sound of silence...
Damian just stood there for a moment and watched as Collin walked over to the Idock and removed his Ipod. When the hooded ginger returned to his little roost at the edge of the risers Damian revealed himself.
"Now don't run off yet!" Damian hissed watching as Collin went rigid looking like he was gonna run for his life. "Give me a chance to do something." Damian hissed as he fished his Ipod out of his back pocket and placed it on the Idock. He fumbled for a minute before he found the most recent played song on his Ipod: Fix You, by Coldplay (Abridged Version). Then he started singing:
And the tears start streaming down your face..
When you lose something you can replace...
When you love someone, but it goes to waste...
Could it be worse?
Damien and Collin stared at each other, and the song continued on, Damien not missing a beat for the next stanza. Collin stood frozen as if he was entranced by the words; occasionally a shudder would run through him, and Damien knew he was being watched intently, tested almost.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix.
High above, or done below
When your to inlove to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth.
Lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones.
And i will try to fix..."
Collin was quiet for a few moments before he walked up to Damian tugging down his hood while doing it; revealing a face that nearly reduced Damian to tears. The normally beautiful pale skin was stained with dirty tear tracks and his green eyes were red with unshed tears just below the surface.
"Do you mean that?" Collin asked, a lone tear making its way out of the ducts, only to be swiftly wiped away by Damian's fingertips.
"Of course I do..." Damian said in a whisper as he brought Collin into a tight hug.
In no time flat the ginger was breaking down in tears. Damian wasted no time in whispering sweet nothings in the poor ginger's ear as he buried his face in his hair.
Suddenly both of them were caught off guard by a drawn out 'Awww' coming from a group of obviously female voices.
"Ah crap..." Collin hissed not taking his now blushing face out of Damian's chest.
"What is it?" Damian asked looking out the corner of his right eye to see about thirty girls standing at one of the doors.
"It's girl's chorus. Basically the school's yaoi club..." Collin hissed still not wanting to show his face.
"What's a yaoi?" Damian asked confused.
Now that caused Collin's head to come up in tandem with a drawn out GASP from the chorus girls.
"Oh god! You've opened up the floodgates!" Collin screeched as every last one of the girls took out a paperback manga labeled with obscene names and triple x's. Little did Damian know, in his bag over on the risers were a couple of issues Collin had brought himself.
Today was supposed to be a meeting of the Yorktown High Anime (Yaoi) club after all- Let's just say their teacher sponsor wasn't very attentive. The chorus director usually just sat in his office and let the girls do whatever made them happy, and their one gay friend quite embarrassed.
Little did Damian know as the crazed fangirls descended upon him that what he was about to be educated on was starting back at his house.
Yaoi Ahead!
"Now Henry do you know why you're in detention today?" Vlad said straightening his tie, trying to stay in character and keep his eyes from Henry's very provocative cosplay.
He was wearing a catholic schoolgirl outfit with a definitely not regulation length skirt that ended a few inches above the thigh exposing a pair of black panties. Not to mention he was in a pair of white knee socks with pink ribbons and white tennis shoes.
"No..." Henry said, channeling the clueless school girl he was playing.
"Well first off someone didn't tell you about our dress code." Vlad said like a scolding teacher as he motioned to Henry's well tanned and exposed thighs.
"Never really cared for them." Henry hissed as he propped up one leg up on his knee.
"Well I guess someone needs my special punishment." Vlad said smirking as he walked over to the dresser and opened up his briefcase to reveal his arsenal of had everything from didldos and eggs to cuffs and spreaders packed into the dark leather case.
"So..." Vlad said, pulling out a very large and wide black already buzzing vibrator. "Where shall we begin?"
Within a few minutes Vlad was straddling Henry's hips as with one hand he massaged Henry's hardening member through the black panties and penetrated Henry's hole with the vibrating dildo.
"Seems teacher is naughty too." Henry gasped as he bucked his hips back and forth between Vlad's cupped hand and the vibrator.
"Not as naughty as the students." Vlad moaned out as he pushed Henry back on the bed and put the brunette's legs on his shoulders. As he spread his lover, the miniskirt fluttered out in all directions making Vlad wild with want
Before Henry could make some form of resistance, Vlad used his vampiric speed to grab a pair of metallic spreaders that had Henry's legs spread out so far he was stifling a scream. Said scream bubbled it's way up the vampire's throat, but before it could be released, Henry found a ball gag strapped in his mouth.
Vlad smiled evilly as he finished off the bondage by locked Henry's ankles and wrists to handcuffs attached to the bed frame. At this moment, Vlad decided to use Henry's inability to fight back to start blowing him while he pressed a button that started making the vibrator expand slowly. Henry's screams of discomfort increased slightly every few moments as his insides were being stretched to their limits.
After a few minutes, Vlad looked down at Henry who was a sweating panting mess.
"Are you ready, my pet?" Vlad whispered as he slowly and painfully pulled the now 6 inch wide and 8 inch long vibrator from his lover's ass that caused a muffled yelp of pain, and then a long dragged out moan of pleasure through the gag. Henry nodded as he watched Vlad undo the ankle and wrist restraints. "Get on your hands and knees..." Vlad said as he removed the gag.
"Time for the final punishment." Vlad smiled as he positioned his member over Henry's prepared hole. He quickly entered him; after a few slow momentum-gaining thrusts, Vlad was thrusting into Henry's hole so fast and hard each time the bed was shaking.
*Henry's POV*
I am on cloud nine every time I feel Vlad's cock shoot in and out of my painstakingly stretched hole. Dear god... every time he went in he hit my prostate. I scream in pleasure every time he makes me buckle into the mattress.
Suddenly Vlad's forcing me up against the wall behind our bed. He's fucking me up against the wall, leaving me to do nothing but scream his name in pleasure and stroke myself as I ride on the ecstasy.
*return to 3rd person*
Vlad screamed out in pleasure as he started mindlessly pounding Henry's ass, not even realizing that they'd fallen back on the bed and Henry's face was half buried in a pillow. The part of his mouth left to the open air gasped for breath.
"Ah! Henry I'm! Ah..." Vlad screamed to the heavens as he pounded even faster into Henry as he shot his load into his lover.
A moment later Henry and Vlad repositioned themselves so Henry was sitting on Vlad's lap, the ebony's member still in his panting lover.
"Can I cum now Mr. Tod?" Henry asked his eyes still veiled by lust, drool pooling at the corner of his lip.
"Let me get you there, my pet..." Vlad whispered as he started moving his now fisted hand up and down Henry's painstakingly hard cock. Within a few moments Henry called out in pleasure and shot his load over his uniform.
After that Vlad and Henry laid down next to each other. Although still in character, Henry made his way down to Vlad's member and started absently sucking on Vlad's cock as he fell asleep.
"Yes..." Vlad whispered, feeling his eyes getting heavy even as he knitted one hand in his lover's hair. He fell asleep with the warm feeling around his cock. "Good pet."
From The-Awesome-Anonymous: yayyyy~! -bounces- Wild man sex with catholic school uniforms~
Anywho, I am so psyched to read the next part~...but thinking on that. I'm not perfect so I usually miss somethings in the chapter. So yeah! That's why there still may be a few errors (there should be fewer because I had more time to do edits, usually fallout only gives me a day or two but this time I got like four days~)
There may be more plot next chapter...who knows~ y'all just gotta wait! No flaming envelopes please!
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