DISCLAIMER:
I BY NO MEANS OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH THE BOOKS/MOVIES. HOWEVER I DO OWN THE CHARACTERS CAIN AND ODIN.
"Achoo!"
Under normal circumstances, the average person sneezes continuously about 3-4 times.
"Achoo! Aaaachooooo!"
But not Cain...
"Oh... A-aaaaa... Achooooo!"
He had to sneeze more than ten times to signal that it was over.
Odin sat at the edge of the bed, next to an annoyed Cain. Every so often, he would bend down to wipe his master's runny nose which had adopted a scarlet red color. Because he didn't have the heart to, Odin had refrained from saying "I told you so" to his master. Indeed he had told him so. He had begged him to get out of the water. But did he listen? Oh, no no, why should he...?
Ever since he was a child, Cain had been a stubborn and headstrong boy. Occasional fights broke out between him and his father because Cain had either refused to do as he was told, or gotten into a fight with someone in school.
"Why must you be so reckless?" Odin asked. The very same question he heard his father ask him countless times. It was probably because he had a short temper, which he had been working on for a few years now. Tilting his head up, he sighed at the ceiling. Visions of himself standing in the school courtyard resurfaced in his mind.
"I told you to cut it out!"
"Yeah? Why don't you come over here and make us, eh Ballad?"
"Fucking idiots..."
And he charged at them. With no self restraint whatsoever, Cain let himself lose control of his sanity as he took hold of his provoker's neck and ground him into the floor. "When..."
The boy gagged, his eyes bulging, but Cain continued to drive him into the ground.
"Will you learn to..."
The others came charging their way, one of them brandishing a baseball bat. Cain took a hit in the ribs. He could have sworn he felt his bones crack. Another hit to the back of the head drove him a few feet across the courtyard. "Leave me the hell alone!"
Seemingly uninjured, he got to his feet, and came at them with all his might. He grabbed hold of the shorter one's tie, and flung him to one side, into the solid concrete wall, while reaching for the one with the baseball bat.
"If only you didn't give me grief, people wouldn't have to sweep up your remains from the floor every day..."
And with that, he brought his knee up sharply into the other's face, once, twice, thrice, four five six seven eight nine ten...
"BALLAD!"
Letting him go, Cain looked over his shoulder angrily. "What the hell? Do you wanna mess with me and end up like them too?!"
"Calm down, Ballad-"
"You can feed calm to the dogs! What I've done now is nothing compared to what they do to me everyday! They harass me, endlessly provoking me until I feel like I wanna blow the whole earth up! Wouldn't you be ticked off?!"
The principal and teachers retaliated. "Listen girl-"
"I AM NOT A FUCKING GIRL!"
They flinched.
"How many times must I tell you, over and over and over again... My hair's turned white... I am not a girl... Do you understand...?"
Cain took a step towards them, then another, and another, then he sprinted towards them, stopping only before the very last minute. "I don't care what you see.. I don't care what you say or think... I don't care if I have breasts or a vagina. All those can be changed. I am a boy! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
"Miss Ballad-"
"FOR GOD'S SAKE! Enough of you lot... You can have fun sucking each other's dicks... I'm outta here..."
"Master? Master? Master Cain!"
"I'm still here, hush..."
"What did you see?"
"Huh?"
Cain averted his gaze to Odin. "What are you talking about?"
"Your eyes went blank... You must have seen something."
Cain shivered and pulled the blankets up higher. He let Odin wipe his nose and feed him a slice of orange before he spoke. "No, it was nothing... Pay it no mind..."
Odin didn't look convinced, but he chose not to question his master any further. He wiped his hands with a cloth, then began to unlace his oxfords. Nudging Cain aside, he slipped in beside him. "Don't! You'll get sick as well..."
Odin only smiled and embraced his master tightly. "I am a fox spirit. We're immune to sickness."
In that case then... Cain slid his hands up Odin's arms, loosening his tie, ripping his shirt off. Pushing the folds of his kimono aside, he sat atop Odin. "Weren't you sick a few moments ago?" He teased. Cain grinned, "Ah, but not to sick to here that glorious voice of yours... Now, let's dive right in..."
He pressed his lips to Odin's cold chest, kissing it softly and teasing the skin with his tongue. "Let's see how many love bites I can fit onto your skin..."
"Wait, master, not-" But the sentence ended with a lustful moan instead. "Yes, that voice..."
Cain continued to lick and suck at the tender, snow white flesh. He sunk his teeth in gently, savoring the taste. Odin's moan become all the more inaudible as Cain advanced further down. "M-master..."
"You like it here, don't you..."
His stomach and hips. It drove him wild when Cain left love bites on those areas. "Mm..."
But Cain didn't leave any marks there, which confused Odin.
"I feel a bit tired... So let's get to the main event..."
So... Cain quickly tugged Odin's pants down, and parted his kimono to allow access. "Come... Let us make love..."