Darnell waited outside of Will's doorstep for God-knows how long. He swallowed and adjusted his scarf that was around his neck; even though it was only seventy-nine degrees, it was cold for him. The light bulb illuminated over him, which made the piercings on his left ear shine like retarded diamonds. Darnell's front feet were planted on a welcome mat-which was already covered in light dirt tracks. He kept his eyes darted on the door, staring at the hickory door intensely.

Darnell couldn't believe how time flew past him so fast: it was like he met Will at a coffee shop just yesterday and went on a date that same occurring day, then tonight was a stay-indoors dinner date at Will's place. Darnell had never seen his date's house before; it was slightly somewhere in between Vibe City's uptown and downtown. Although he had thought that he lived in a nice complex apartment he may have shared with other residents, but no, it was like one of those Minnesota buildings.

Will's place was a nice tall, slim house (as mentioned, like the Minnesota buildings) with a pastel reddish-pink to it. Even though Vibe City was all quoted by his parents as "funky and colorful," Darnell thought that the pastel reddish-pink to the building was nice and calming, other than that most houses and buildings were eye-weary and were bursting with a loud colorful personality. The house was wedged between two small alleys that always smelled of moldy food, burned plastic, and most of all, that rancid sweet smell of the sugary cupcake frosting that laid in the soiled black plastic garbage bags; leaking colorful buttercream. But the smell of the two alleys never made its stench of all those combinations into the buildings at all, just stayed in the claustrophobic-like space people called an "alley."

Then there were the windows and the porch that he had been standing on: the windows made Darnell have afterimages of one of those horror movies that he would watch alone in the cold, stale-aired cinema room he would be in. Where the guy would be in a cemetery, with a sharpened stick in his hand (properly called a "stake") would be clenched in his fingers, waiting for a vampire to appear out of the shadows and bite his neck to suck out all the blood, but because the guy was in a cemetery and the movie's timeline was barely at the witch's hour; the guy sat on a tombstone. Waiting for the vampire. That was Darnell's thought of the windows: dry, hard concrete and cement with writings on that stone of slab that was jabbed in the ground to show the person's death. Tombstones. And the porch? Darnell always thought that it was from an old woman's house.

A creaking noise was heard from his left and turned to see that a swinging bench was there, its cushioned seats were welcoming Darnell, to come and sit on it. It was windy tonight, so the bench swinged with the wind; bolts groaning with every motioning swing. Darnell did a long exhale through his nose, which signalled a "no" to the bench, but it still creaked and groaned.

His attention snapped back to the door when he heard the knob turn and the door opened, Will was behind the door.

"Hey, you're here." Will said in a welcoming tone. "Sorry for the long wait, guess I thought you were still walking I suppose."

Darnell chuckled, "No, I'm here, Will." Without another second wasted, Will opened the door wider to the other Funk troll.

"Come inside, you must be cold."

Darnell took a step inside, loosening his scarf along the way and throwing it up on the coat rack. The room was lit-up by a hanging fake crystal chandelier that was settled between the living/entertainment room; a fire was crackling and popping in the fireplace while a fluffy rug was laying on the hardwood floor as a violet sofa was facing the fire, the fire's glow like a burning flashlight of heat. Then, the dining room; a granite countertop with a white dishrag slumped over the edge with a big, hollowed clean sink with no inspection of dirty silverware and dishes. An exposed oven top was there, and behind the oven top was a line of spices: biggest to smallest. Very organized.

A long black thin oval-shaped table was there, a lit candle was in the middle of the table while two plates of food were there.

"Hope you're ready for our dinner date. Or did you forget?" Will humored the troll with a warming grin. A stifled laugh was from Darnell.

"I remembered, silly, didn't forget at all." Darnell assured him, he went to his seat and sat down. Will did the same. Darnell hadn't noticed until now that Will was wearing a leather jacket. He had always thought back in his early teens until now that those types of jackets were very cool, because it would always remind him of those biker gangs: all inked with tattoos with their bitches holding them closely when riding above the speed limit, having insane logos on their jackets with Hell-related names.

"So how's your day been?" Darnell asked the blue Funk troll, not eating his food right away but wanting to know whether or not Will had a nice day or not.

Will had also hadn't eaten his food, too. Instead, Will leaned back his chair with a relieved sigh. "Work's been hell lately; me stuck in a claustrophobic cubicle with a fan that doesn't work while answering God-knows how many phone calls about these trolls complaining about their Internet glitching, not working, still loading, shut down completely. All while I'm covered in sweat and waiting for the day to end up till I have a mountain of papers just thrown on my desk." Will had a job that handles technical problems all while having an above-minimum wage payment. Money was good but the hours there were unbelievable for Will.

Darnell sorrowed out: "I'm sorry about that,"

"Eh, it's nothing, I've been in that department for what? A couple years now. So it's nothing to me." Will reassured the other troll so Darnell wouldn't feel sorry for him.

"How's your niece? Is she doing well in school?" Will sat up from his chair, it was not common for him to ask him about his niece, Lily.

"Lily is doing well, actually, she got an A-plus for both Math and English. The rest are B's."

"That's nice to hear; what about Art?" Will reached into his jacket and pulled out a glitter-covered picture and slid it across the table.

"There was a project she had in class about drawing a family tree and whatnot, she did well and got an A." Darnell pulled the picture closer to him: a tree with green glitter top with a smiling sun beaming at the tree. The top showed Will's father and deceased mother, a line of red yarn that drew down where Will was along with his old brother, Adam. The line of yarn then drew down to where the roots of the tree were and there in the picture was the smiling face of Lily. For a five-year-old, she was pretty much a natural at drawing.

"She did this pretty well, Will, I'm very proud of her." Darnell smiled proudly, only until then he then spotted something. Behind the white, manilla paper was something in a transparent red and in backwards. He then flipped the project over, where a message from Lily's teacher in a bubble.

Where's Mommy? The message had said, with two question marks to indicate the confusion. Darnell's face was blank: Had Adam not told his daughter's teacher that Lily's mother had died from childbirth? He flipped the project back over and gave it back to Will, trying to get the teacher's question out of his head.

Will put the art project aside. "How are your parents, princess?" Darnell was now a blushing mess and was as stiff as a stick. Will had always given Darnell nicknames only because Darnell-himself-was such a femimine person sometimes.

"Will! I thought we agreed no nicknames like that!" Darnell scolded the blue Funk troll, who chuckled at his reaction.

"Alright, alright…" Will then looked at Darnell in a teasing way before saying it again: "Princess…"

Darnell couldn't help but burst out in a giggling fit. Smiling uncontrollably and laughing. Tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Darnell had finally taken a breath before clearing his throat. "My mom and dad are doing okay, especially my brother, Cooper."

"Good, I'm glad they're doing great. It must be nice now that you have a brother, he seems pretty sweet."

"Awww, thanks."

After Will and Darnell's sappy but sweet conversation, the two of them ate their dinner in a comfortable silence. The meal was small but it was enough to fill Darnell. Afterwards, Will picked up their empty plates and carried them to the sink. Darnell gotten up from his seat and went to get his scarf off of the coat rack.

"Well...I had a great time, Will. I really did." Darnell said as he looped one of the ends of the scarf. Will had eventually wiped the last dish and before going up to Darnell.

"I'm glad you did, angel cakes." Will said, already getting back to the cute little nicknames he was calling to Darnell, who was already blushing. Darnell grasped the bronze doorknob before a hand was put over his. Will gently lowered his hand, Darnell did the same and looked at Will, who had pleading eyes.

"You need something, Will?" Darnell asked with concern. He then heard the blue Funk troll swallow. With a quick flash, Will pinned Darnell to the short hallway; his back hitting the wall with a loud yet dull thud, which made Darnell do a little exclamation in shock. Within seconds, Darnell was breathing rapidly, his chest heaving and his arms were stuck to the wall thanks to Will's hands plowing deep into his shoulders. He continued his rapid breathing as Will softly loosen his harsh grip on Darnell's shoulders and brought his hand up to cup his cheek, rubbing his thumb on his soft face. Darnell's breathing had slowed into a calming motion as he felt more and more of Will's thumb caressing his cheek. His shoulders were now free of Will's hands and brought up both hands to Will's face. Darnell had always been fascinated on how Will can grow such nice facial hair; Unlike his dad Quincy's, he had been told many times as a young troll to never tug his beard. But Will's was so nice. Darnell watched as Will had softly closed his eyes and did calming inhales through his nose while Darnell felt his face.

Will then opened his eyes half-lidded and gently lifted up his hand so he can pull Darnell's away from him. Their hands are still in the same place and figure for a moment. Will had eventually let go of Darnell's hands and moved his hands to where the pink troll's hips were. He gripped them tightly, then, he circled his thumbs over the flesh-covered bones of Darnell's pelvis. Darnell did a low groan, his head being pressured off the hard wall, rubbing his skull in a core motion. His fingers wanting-begging-to grip something, but since he was pinned to the wall, the tips of his fingers turned white.

Then, Darnell felt a pair of something semi-open and fleshy planting a kiss to his partly-open mouth. It wasn't until then something flexible and slimy entered the wet womb of his mouth and passionately begin to invade his tongue into a submission dance. Darnell made little noises now and then as his body was now pressing furthermore to the wall, straightening his back in a weary, tired sit-up. Will trailed his hand up to his back while the other trailed down to his thigh in order to lift up Darnell's leg and wrap it around his waist.

After what felt like a lusting eternity of kissing, the two pulled away softly from each other, still in the same figure they were both in and looked at each other. Darnell had a smirk of solitude plastered on him.

"Really, Will? Trying to get in my pants like that?" Darnell smirked, until Will then chuckled in the most dominant way.

"Now come on, princess. Who's really the top here?" Will asked Darnell, leaning his face more closer to Darnell's. A heavenly smell of mint and men's aftershave were growing more strong with each inhale Darnell took through his nose. He then was secretly glowing, in spite the fact that he was going to be under the covers with Will.

"You are," Darnell admitted, which made Will smile proudly of Darnell's answer.

"That's right, sweet cakes," Will put a hand under Darnell's chin and grinned in an evil, corrupted way of showing his dominant side. "You're going to be mine tonight, all...night...long…"

Darnell swallowed nervously as he was then picked up by his thighs with his legs automatically wrapping them around Will's waist. The two Funk trolls continued to kiss each other once more until Will had opened a door to his room, the only source of light was a lamp standing on a little desk next to his bed. Darnell did a small moan when his back was hit by the soft covers and blanket; he looked up with only his neck moving and saw Will hastily removing the black leather jacket while panting heavily and threw the jacket across the room, making it to the rugged floor with a little ruffled noise. Will hovered above Darnell and roughly kissed him once more, their hands in each other's faces. The air conditioner made a low humming sound so it was easier for them to hear their sounds that eventually escaped from one another.

Because Will was a Funk troll and had such a long neck like a giraffe, it was easy for him for him to get access to Darnell's neck. Will began to tease the troll; giving him small kisses, nipping the skin, and biting the flesh. Sending Darnell to have sexual shivers, he gripped Will's head by the hair gently-it has always reminded him of how Cooper's hair was like that. And Will's was just like his hair, only it was purple and much longer.

Will nipped on the flesh once more and reached his hand down to where Darnell's left leg was and separated it more from the right. He knew what Will was planning to do and helped him out a little bit, he bent his legs a bit and spread them a bit wide for Will. But he kept his hand on Darnell's thigh.

Darnell let out a choked-in gasp as he felt the same hand that was removed from his thigh now moved to his harden manhood. He moaned against his will, his fingers clutching the blanket of the bed. Will chuckled at the prince's reaction.

"Keep those legs spread open for me princess, it'll be a much easier way for me to please your cock." Darnell nodded his head lightly in a nervous way. Will caressed Darnell's cheek once more before kissing it, then made his way down his neck; making marks in the process, Darnell was making little moans and soft groans. He then yelped in surprisement as he felt his body get jolted down more, the blanket sliding down with him. Will had both his hands directly at Darnell's legs, his shaft throbbing in front of his face.

Will thumbed his fingers over Darnell's shaft once more, he adjusted it so the hardened manhood was pointing out at him. Will stuck out his tongue and wrapped his moist tongue of the member, causing Darnell to moan loudly and clenched the pillows above his head; his legs feeling numb and tingly. Will lapped up the shaft, a sweet-salty taste of precum was added to his tongue and dropped down his throat.

He then ran his fingers over the shaft and eventually put Darnell's member inside his mouth and begin to move his head deeply onto the shaft, bruising his throat in the process. Darnell bucked his hips and cried out in intense pleasure as he felt the inside of Will's mouth in every movement possible. He not only pressed his head deeper into the mattress, he had gripped a handful of pillows that were above him and had his other hand gripping Will's vibrant purple hair. Darnell felt his shaft twitch and throb one final time before moaning out once more and gushing down a white, sticky fluid down Will's throat.

Darnell laid back down on the mattress, panting after his first-ever achieved orgasm. His face was shining with sweat due to a cold sweat that was very rare. His chest was heaving and fastly breathing. Darnell felt a pair of hands lift him up and he found himself sitting on Will's lap, his hands on Will's shoulders and Will's hands gripping his hips. Darnell felt something hard pressing against his entrance: Will's manhood. He winced in fear, knowing that it was his first time. Will moved one of his hands to cup Darnell's cheek and reassured him calmly by rubbing his thumb once more.

"It's okay, princess," Will moved his hand and gripped his hips once more. "I'll try to be gentle, okay?" Darnell nodded and Will repositioned his hips so his entrance was lined-up to his manhood. Will then moved Darnell's hips down to his hard cock and smoothly had his whole penis inside Darnell; who threw his head back and cried out at the top of his lungs and dug his fingers deep into Will's skin, leaving red fingerprints.

Darnell had finally calmed and what was left of Darnell himself was a twisted facial expression of pain and pleasure: tears streaming down his eyes while his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, panting. Darnell hugged Will tightly onto his chest, his face being burrowed in the fuzzy pink bosom of the prince of Funk.

Will sighed and wrapped his arms around Darnell and lifted himself up so he was on his knees, before calmly assuring Darnell: "I know, angel cakes, it hurts…" Will rubbed his back usherly. "I promise it'll get better once I move."

Will then moved out of Darnell until only the tip was inside him until the full length and thick girth of the shaft thrusted inside him. At first, it was like a knife being pinned up in there until overtime it grew less painful and more pleasurable. The gripping on his shoulders were now soft and gentle the more he thrusted his hips to Darnell's pelvis, causing him to do a low moan; which made Will smile in pride at Darnell's most adorable noises every single time he was getting fucked by Will's proud penis. What a little submissive thing Darnell was.

His dominant side shown, with just a simple smile, and how he was now asking Darnell. "How does it feel, sweet cakes? Getting rammed by my shaft drilling deep inside you; penetrating your virgin entrance with every inch of my cock?" Will paced his speed; getting more and more rough with Darnell, who couldn't speak out more words that ended up in moans and heavy panting.

Darnell couldn't keep up: "I-I...I-I…" Darnell only ended out with a moan, "Will!" It felt so great: him not finishing his sentences by the syllable, Will jamming his manhood which made him into a submissive, sweaty mess of a prince, getting deflowered by a good cock, and most of all, finding a perfect man to spend his life with.

Will picked him up once more and slammed him down into the bed, Darnell's back once again meeting and greeting the blanket beneath him. The bed rocking and groaning as their sweaty yet cool bodies rubbing and grinding one's skin. Will had never had his thrusting go tiresome or sloppy, no, it was very hard and fast. Will pinned Darnell's wrists to the bed and another call of his name was heard from the pink Funk troll beneath him. "Will!"

Will smiled-no, grinned. "That's it, princess!" Will breathed out, cheering to the troll in fact. "Say my name; you are mine and mine alone. No Funk troll does a better screwing on you than me! Don't I give you a good, hard screwing?"

His mind was a million miles away from his thoughts, he couldn't register anything other than he had someone deep inside him, drilling his insides until his stomach felt like it was in a knot. Darnell swallowed harshfully and only nodded as an answer to Will, still couldn't work his train of thought.

Finally, the moment that the readers were waiting for as Darnell squeaked out. "Will, I-I need to…" Darnell did a little gasp, "...c-c-come, can I?"

Still pumping his hips, Will let go of one of his wrists and brought his hand to Darnell's face. Darnell was hoping, praying, begging for a "yes" in release, only to have it come with a catch.

"I'll let you come and I want you to say my name, you hear?" Darnell opened his optics, looking in the sultry eyes of his dominant partner. He nodded in response. He tried to free his wrists, but Will's grip was inescapable. "You say my name, or we'll do this until you get it right."

Darnell screwed his eyes shut and nodded hard while sucking in air. Because Will was so powerful and Darnell being submissive was a daunting no-choice option, Will would have to go all night if he had to. So, with the last panting breaths Darnell had, he had his chest puffed up with all the screaming energy he had, throwing his head back and was now ready to have the last few drops of his sexual energy be drained as he then cried out in one, single howl.

"Wi-i-i-i-i-ill!"

And after that scream of climax, Darnell's shaft bursted with a long warm gushing fluid that shot out and drained all over the bed. Will grunted and slapped his hips for a few more times until filling up Darnell, riding out their orgasm.

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Essence had her hand over her mouth the whole time she had watched Will steal her twin son's virginity. The image warbled before now turning a transparent bubble once more. She backed up until her back hit the wall of records and she slid down. Her throat was in a knot, wailing to cry. And Essence did that.

Quincy charged in the room and immediately saw his wife crying, wailing her eyes out as her glittery make-up was now on the floor, back to its puddle form. Her mouth over her mouth, Quincy realized that she had looked at the bubble again; only this was now a much worse case. Quincy ran up to Essence, tightly hugging her.

"Ess, what happened? What did you see?" Quincy had so many questions on why she was crying. The first time it was because of that son-of-a-bitch Will stealing his son, Cooper's, virginity right before their very eyes. Essence looked up at her husband, eyes already puffy and red.

"H-He did it again, Q. He took Darnell's!" Essence sobbed out. All Quincy did was hug her tightly once more, staying still and not moving as the sound of the queen of Funk's sobs filled the entire room.

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Darnell stretched in relief after his sexual work-out and had his sleepy head resting on Will's chest, circling his blue chest with his index finger. The sheets covering their lower halves. Will had his head against the headboard with his hands behind his head, he could already smell the musky scent coming from his armpits. Darnell motioned his head a little on Will's chest, afterwards wrapping his arms around Will.

"That was amazing, you know." Darnell reminded Will, staring at his bedroom ceiling.

"I know, princess." Will said, he let one of his arms go around Darnell, who chuckled tiredly. A sigh escaped Darnell.

"I wish it was like this every night…"

Will nodded lightly before pulling back the covers and planted his feet on the ground before turning to Darnell. "I'm going to bed, princess."

Darnell sat up in bed. "You're not coming to bed with me?" He asked, strangely confused. Will shook his head.

"No, I don't want to take up the whole bed. I'm sleeping on the couch to show you that I care very much for you, angel cakes." Will returned to the bed and tucked in Darnell. He then planted a kiss on Darnell's forehead and clicked off the source of light which made the whole room dark. Will got up and before exiting the room, he said his final words to Darnell. "Goodnight, princess."

Darnell chuckled before laying his head on the pillows and answered. "Goodnight, Will."

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