A/N:
-Alright, with very much practice(an a lot of time well spent, so I believe) I hav, in fact mastered(or least improved dramatically) on my typing with a mouse an keyboard- at the same frickin' time! I now type much faster wit my left hand tho(right handed)…
-I am very, very srry 4 d unforgivably long wait, my keyboard decided to take a vacation, lazy…so u kno da onscreen keyboard, yea, argh!!!
-Well regardless I am back, an so I hope all my work thus far is worth it an ur waiting wasn't in vain!
-On wit d story, ne…
Last time:
"No, damn it, no!" the blond growled, shoving, with admirable force, the brunet up off him and backwards. Seto fell back onto the soft seat behind him, his head slamming down harshly on the limo's door behind him. Gasping in surprise, the older teen gathered his bearings and glared up at the offending other, who had now taken advantage of the other's surprise and thrown himself over Kaiba's body
His legs straddled Seto's thin torso as his hands, firmly pressed to his shoulders, shoved him back into the hard limo door. Their bodies crushed together, tightly.
"I'll show you who's fuckin' worthless!!"
:Seto's POV:
I started to speak up, confused and very much surprised at the other's brash actions, but was cut off before I could utter the first word. Hot lips pressed hard against my own, the wet probing tongue of the other taking full advantage of my open mouth state.
"Nn.." I moaned into Jounouchi's mouth, noisily. I wanted nothing more than for him off and out of my life for good.
Damn rotten Mutt…
This was not what I had planned!
Not what I wanted, to be fucked. I wanted to be the one to do the fucking! Damn it, I wanted to be in control, once more the man on top. My-former-self.
It hurt. Badly.
Too painful.
I needed to breath, air was being ripped from my lungs. Precious, precious oxygen.
I needed freedom, I needed power, control, I needed the Mutt off! Now!
Cry, I needed to finally break down and just for a second let my weaknesses be shown, to drop all my barriers that kept everyone away and let the pain consume my heart and sole. Drowning in my own self pity, and for once- in far too long, be human and cry. If only for a second.
I shoved the dirty, vile, thoughts deep in the darkest recesses of my mind, locking them away permanently and refusing to ever let them resurface.
For once I was thankful, in a way, for the other's lips pressed firmly to my own, silencing the strangled whimpers of possible defeat and moans of reluctant pleasure that I- at the moment- couldn't fully control. A short lapse in my control, I would regain, later…
Rather I wanted this or not, my body was set on enjoying itself to the fullest, happily relishing in the torture the other male offered. I felt sick, more so, with the thought. No, I refused, I'd take no pleasure in this. Forcing myself to think of something else, something other than the blond ravishing my body.
Something…
Aside from rape.
Something aside from sex…
Something as least erotic as possible…
Something…?
My mind was fuzzy, hazed over with immense pain, horrid feelings and thoughts of…
No!! I nearly cried out, but I'm Kaiba, Kaiba Seto…
Mokuba. My younger brother, innocent, sweet, caring, but so very conniving and under-handed, then again he was a Kaiba and my younger brother no less. A small loving smile slithered it's way across my features only to vanish a second later as I washed my face clean of any traces of my thoughts.
Mokuba meant the world to me, if anything were to happen to him (remotely similar to my problems at the moment) I would surely punish any foolish parasite that thought it to be a wise choice of actions.
Getting back to the other subject, not what I had intended. I shook the thoughts once more, pressing myself to think of something else.
Yuugi perhaps, the runt always pissed me off. The fact that I seemed to continuously loose to that spiky- haired brat, or more over 'the other Yuugi' or who ever the hell he was really bothered me. Everything about the boy really irritated me, from his large amethyst eyes, freakishly inhuman multi-colored hair style to the other being that shared his body.
Sharing bodies, it was definitely strange to think about, which I'd rather not. For a certain blond pup obviously thought it was a fun idea to 'share' bodies in much more perverse meaning…
Yuugi!
The damn boy, I despised him with very depths of my sole. His hair, his eyes, his clothes, friendliness, his annoying understanding and closeness with the very same Mutt who…
Shit!
Shaking my head 'no' I silently noted the ability I'd gained now that he'd at least loosened our entanglement, lips only a hair's breath apart. I found myself staring, unblinkingly, into hot caramel eyes. Nearly loosing myself in the swirling pools of molten bronze passion, flames engulfed my body slowly. My face quickly heating itself, now crimson with an emotion I refused to think about at the moment.
Despite the purely intense heat, that for a second had me aware that I may actually be swallowed by the raging caramel fire and soon be reduced to mere ashes, a cool shiver fought it's way down my spine.
A loud, obnoxiously so, moan ripped itself from my throat, rocking my entire being. I seen stars. Many, many, many multi-colored stars, but then perhaps they were just simply all white. Though I didn't waste my efforts or time trying to sort through my jumbled hazy mind.
The cause was a blindingly amazing pleasure that shook my body, an once more rose the temperature. So pleasurable it was painful, I bit down hard on my lip, stopping myself from crying out any further.
A grin spread across Jounouchi's features, playing at his eyes in an obviously malicious way.
When had he grabbed my now achingly hard cock?
I'd missed a lot while distracting myself, not mention those raging molten eyes…
Work!
Yes, yes, I needed to think of work! If distracting myself with those previous thoughts had let me miss as much as I had already then something like work, as little erotic as that was, I should be able to miss most everything he does from here on…
Fear blanketed my being, surrounding me thickly with the sudden realization, I would be raped by the Mutt. He had in fact defeated me, an would fuck me blind. Or rather it wasn't so much as to he had won as to I had let him, or so I had given in and admitted defeat.
No longer fighting back.
I had been beaten.
I didn't have time to further the thought, as the second rate duelist above me thought now was a wonderful time to begin teasing the hot pulsing flesh of my erection, all thoughts now completely impossible to begin to fathom.
My body begged for release, my arousal growing steadily while breathing grew quicker and erratic. My body shaking almost violently under the other's.
This wasn't the release I wanted!
Not what my mind, as well as every essence of my being an better judgment pleaded for. Or was it? I'd given in, yet I could fight back, it wasn't hopeless. I could…
What did I want?!
Sex?
Freedom?
To fuck Jounouchi?
Top?
Bottom?
Love?
I was thinking again, was I not trying to distract myself from what I now seek to distract my thoughts with? My mind was a jumbled foggy mess, due to the so many actions of the other leading up to this point in time. Damn, just what was wrong with me? So many questions, yet I was still left without any answers.
Biting my lip to hold back, or muffle, any further yelps, moans, or any other possible noises he seemed to have been hell bent on ripping from my throat, I decided I need to sort through what I knew, what I needed to know, what I thought and just where it all left me as well as him.
Attraction, yes it was there, obviously I did find him somewhat attractive. Obviously, he found me attractive as well. I knew that. (How could he not?)
Neither of us seem to be too eager to make that known to anyone, including ourselves, perhaps that was one of the problems. So this was all merely physical?
Was there emotion involved, at all? The answer was, of course, yes. Jounouchi was a very emotionally driven person, it was likely that which had led us to this in the first place.
What would come from this?
How would this effect Mokuba, as well as Kaiba Corp.?
How would this effect me..?
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I had now, for the time being, decided to cut off all those confusing thoughts and instead, contrary to my earlier plans, concentrate on what the Pup was doing. Simply on the chance I'd miss something I shouldn't. Not to enjoy the treatment, not in the least.
Jounouchi, still towering over my body, nibbled at my ear seductively and whispered low an huskily. Long ago I thought the surprise of just what Jounouchi could in fact do, contrary to everyone's belief of him being a much more innocent sweet boy- which I not only highly doubted now, was gone. But with his hot breath ghosting over my ear, erotic, explicit fantasies that he portrayed through his whispers, an much skillful hands and tongue a new surprise at to just how experienced he seemed as well as renewed surprise on everything that was Jounouchi Katsuya flared through my body making me nearly shake with a feeling I still, and forever will refuse to admit to.
His scorching hot tongue trailed over my ear sloppily, his breathing heavy as he moaned out something I barely registered and forcefully refused to comprehend altogether. Slowly, he slid his weight down my body, his hot skillful tongue dancing over my throat in a very dangerous and painfully erotic way.
Gasping for breath and clenching my teeth shut my body reacted painfully pleased, though I attempted to restrain myself, to hold back the violent shivers coursing through my body.
Too late…
The hand that had been teasing my burning member circled my hips coming to rest on my left side, I believed it was, before finishing it's small journey back to my crotch then onto gripping my pants tightly. Undoing the button an zipper locks with master precision, then it tugged the semi-thick material down my slim hips.
Though he didn't get far as my ass was still firmly pressed to the seat beneath us. Jounouchi grumbled, annoyed, but quickly solved his problem by pressing his chest closer to my own while lifting our hips. He pulled the unwanted clothing down my ass, then down my thighs as well.
Throwing the detested garment to the side, he smirked down at me. "Kaiba…" he spoke low, his normal caramel like eyes now a shade darker, resembling a dark chocolate.
"I'm," Jou paused, his hands loosening their grip on me. "tired of.." he muttered lowering his gaze from my own certainly sharp sapphire gaze. "playing these games, with you…" his hands found my shirt, fisting themselves into the warm fabric. "I'm so damn tired! It never ends, does it?" his darkened eyed found nothing, searching the darken space of the floorboard beneath us. "We fight, we get pissed. Ya hit me, I hit you. We do everything possible to hurt each other, everything." he sighed.
My body tensed, so he had been hurting all this time? That was what had forced him into the actions he had took..?
I was still in denial, I guess. My hands were limp, dead, I didn't bother moving them from where they had fallen when he had finally released them. I had a strange, unknown, emotion welling up within me, it was…painful. Because now, looking at the boy before me, his usually soft puppy-like features now hardened and sharp with heavy contemplation and indecisiveness.
I feel something, something I'd only felt once before, something I'd never- against all odds with one hundred percent determination an will- admit to anyone. Even Mokuba.
So little long would I tell this person, the very person that would use any weaknesses or advantage he managed over me. To break me down piece by precious frickin' piece until I was nothing more…
My body shook, shivering harshly. I was unable to hold back the involuntary movement. It was almost like a sudden wave of anxiety crackled through every muscle in my body, electrocuting my senses.
I bit my lip, an unusual gesture on my part. I had never been one for nervousness, rather the one to normally inflict the nervousness onto other's as well as many other darker emotions. (Hello! Kaiba Seto.) Or had I been a people person, or many other things that were quickly unfolding themselves before me, or rather on me. Yet here I was.
His darkened caramel-like eyes found mine, searching.
Hadn't he said something? Asked something?
"Kaiba," Jou spoke, my teeth clenching tightly together automatically. Another emotion took it's queue to well up inside me, this time more akin to guilt. I didn't pause my thoughts long enough to wonder why this emotion seemed to be so much easier than the other's were to recognize.
Was I repulsed by him?
He was once more talking. "We need to," he paused, his gaze weighing heavy on my own. Though I didn't, or couldn't, look away. "stop these childish games." he hissed, his breath hot on my face.
"Mutt," I started, silently celebrating my ability to speak and congratulating myself on the steady and even flow of my next words. "this is hardly 'childish'!" there was a slight hiss with the obvious none-too-happy with you tone I offered with the statement.
His eyes darkened further, if possible, and narrowed as I spoke.
Stupid Mutt. I was set on remembering that, if nothing else stayed locked into my memory or mind at the moment. I would remember who this was.
Pain registered first, as his hands grabbed my shoulders with bruising and- if I weren't for pride's sake and the fact of to whom it was that this was directed to, admirable strength. I groaned.
"Fuck you!" he spat, unintelligently but enough to deliver his message.
Or not.
"You already have!" I roared, pissed and almost equally unintelligent at the moment(though, who would blame me?).
"Hm." he smirked, a sickly reminder of my own arrogance displaying on the 'innocent' Puppy's features. His eyes a malicious shade of nearly black, empty, yet storming dark tides swept through the black bronze orbs as he obviously had a lot planed for us both. Including much pain, which ironically was one of the few overwhelmingly enraged emotions that I was able to distinguish from the others.
"Well," he spoke, his voice low, warm lips brushing against my own while wet hot breath caressed my heated skin and lips forcing it's way through my partly separated lips. I struggled with the need-or want to take a long deep intake of air, along with the madding-ly alluring scent of the blond above me.
Instead, I completely sealed my lips, the rejection was obvious I was sure though if he had noticed he didn't show it, and refused to breath at all.
"It jus' wouldn' enough, eh?" he sighed again.
His mysterious, now lightening closer to their original color, eyes searched mine briefly.
My heart sputtered to a nearly complete stop as I finally realize(and admitted) at last, it was time for round two. Realizing my plan was a failure, that Jounouchi wouldn't be punished by my hand(or cock, so it may be…), not just yet anyway.
He was going to fuck me again and…I couldn't move.
My body froze over with the realization.
Was it fear that froze me over now?
Shock?
Pain, indecisiveness, horror?
What, did I truly fear Jounouchi?
My breathing slowed, my heart nearly stopped beating, and my eyes clenched tightly closed. I didn't move, I was finally, without a doubt in his or my own mind, defeated.
I whimpered softly as his hands found my hair, tangling themselves within the chestnut locks. He then pulled me into a deep, long kiss. Though it was passionate, it lacked something, something very important. Another whimper escaped me as his tongue invaded my mouth, easily enough- I didn't bother putting up a fight.
It felt…cold, distant, extremely cold and distant.
My body didn't move, but a certain part of me responded eagerly enough. The heated flesh of my quickly erecting member hardened considerably as his hands fisted tighter in my hair, nearly ripping strands of chestnut from my scalp.
I moaned.
His tongue beat down on mine, I wouldn't say they battled, no, mine hadn't fought.
Jou slowly pulled back from me, his tongue leaving my wet, hot, beaten cavern. His teeth nibbled at my bottom lip, biting down and tugging at the swollen and now painful lip. Growing further and further from my own thoughts, my mind no longer functioning, I moaned loudly at the mixture of pain and pleasure he was erupting within my own body and so much deeper.
He gave a simple and yet not so much answer, he removed his own pants and underwear, one handed, while still biting my lips(kissing was far lost now) and pulling my hair.
It was painful, horrible, yet - I felt my arousal grow.
I felt dirty, broken, beaten, destroyed, limp hurt, betrayed, and most of - which made very little sense at all, numb. My body refused my every command, my breathing was erratic, my heart now silent and still, my limb heavy and broken. I was beaten down, beaten and beaten and beaten and beaten, until my world was slowly once more closing in around me. No matter how hard I try, nothing was left, and history simply repeated itself. Again and again.
I was simply damned to a life of misery.
Because the gods obviously didn't see my life to be worth any happiness.
So I was damned.
I'd felt similar to this before, years ago, so long - long ago. But it was never quite like this, worst or not nearly as bad I wasn't all too sure of myself.
I had never actually felt this way before.
Was this hell?
No I wasn't lucky enough for that sort of release, no this was so much worst.
Vaguely I knew how pathetic that must sound, self loathing, wallowing in ones own misery. I know, sad. But was honestly, was how I felt. Sure, there were bound to be thousands of others who suffered so much more than I did.
Those who were without food, without homes, those without jobs, those with poor health, those with incurable diseases, those with loved ones with incurable diseases, those with no loved ones at all, poor bastards, those that stared on that strange real people talk show named "Terry" or something - which I had found Mokuba one day watching when bored out of his mind. A show you would often hear quotes such as "You slept with my husband, we've been married for fifteen years" - it was obvious that he wasn't interested if he was searching other bed partners, that would warrant an answer akin to "It's not my fault, he came crawling to me! He just needed something young and thrilling for a change, something that wasn't ninety years old, hag!" this would require a big 'shocker' to follow suit. "But…you can't just do that…he's your father!!" this would often follow up with more yelling, gasping from the host and audience as well as physical arguments. It was all to cliché for me.
That thought lead me to wondering what it would end up like if Jounouchi and myself were to star on that nonsense.
He would yell and resort to violence at first chance, while I sat coolly and ignored him for the most part in favor of my reputation and keeping a business appearance in front of the masses. Then he'd finally manage to piss me off by yelling something utterly ridiculous and I'd retort by yelling about him raping me…
Well probably not, for the sake of dignity, if nothing else. I'd rather die than appear on that 'waste of time and money rubbish'!
Luckily or not all those thoughts were soon interrupted, and probably soon to be forgotten.
"Kaiba…" he muttered against my lips, his body hard against my own. His teeth had now released my swollen and throbbing lip. One hand freed my hair, my scalp tingling from the torture it had thrust upon it, and grabbed my hardened member in a vice grip.
The torture was far from over.
I moaned painfully as he began once more teasing my cock with his much smaller than my own but surprisingly talented hands. The Mutts lips found my neck, tackling it at full force. He bit, lapped, nibbled, sucked, licked, and kissed my warm - scorching hot flesh, while I simply moaned noisily.
His lips trailed down until my shirt blocked their paths. Making a low incomprehensible sound deep in his throat, he ripped the button shirt open. His lips attacked and teased my nipples immediately. It hardened quickly, begging for more, but he released the erected pink flesh as he moved to the other. Giving a final kiss at the base of my throat, he braced himself on his knees.
Jounouchi's arm hooked behind on of my own knees and lifted the leg a few inches. He grinned wildly and murmured something to himself, like "Which way..?"
Pretty self explanatory of what he meant.
I guessed he'd chosen backwards, because after another brief second of contemplation he pulled my leg further upward and flipped me over onto my stomach. Releasing my leg.
He'd quit teasing my member at this point.
I wouldn't come?
He molded himself against my back, molding us into the perfect shape of one another's bodies. We were curved into each other, his front side pressed flush to my back side, leaving us both into a crouching position of sorts. Him over myself, neatly covering me from behind. A nearly impossible position to wiggle from, or escape.
He mumbled something in my ear then kissed it gently. One of his hands trailed up my side, my body quaking with a massive shiver not a second later. My eyes clenched closed, as my elbows and knees held me up, barely. Sheer will power.
Frozen, I waited to be fucked, again.
There was a small 'slurp'-like sound somewhere to my left, where Jou's head was - I believed. I held my breath, what, lubricant? Of course.
I jumped slightly, apparently not completely correct on my guess of what he had planned next(should I surprised that I'm surprised?), almost snapping down as two digits found their way into my own mouth. I could taste, what I was sure was, Jounouchi's saliva on the hot intruders.
A finger pressed against my tongue gently stroking it, I moaned into the caress, the digits within my mouth then thought it high time for some timeless exploring. They began rotating, running across the roof of my mouth, my teeth, lips, it all felt strangely…hot. He shoved the fingers further, nearly down my throat, almost making me choke.
But pulled them out with a wet 'slurp'y sound directly after.
I hissed noisily afterward, which quickly changed to a moan as a stinging, burning, insanely painful yet blissfully amazing sensation coursed through my body. The same fingers that had previously been exploring my mouth now pressed firmly into my entrance, erupting a mixture of pain and blinding pleasure.
This, I answered with a loud, extremely loud, groan. Nearly yelling, it surprised even myself at the pure pain an ecstasy in the sheer volume of my voice. Though it didn't hurt, near as much, like the last time. But the pain was still there, not as blindingly horrible, rather…enjoyable.
Biting my lip I thought back, since when had I practiced the art of masochism? I was a masochist? I am? Was I before? Perhaps, but the roles were reversed. But then maybe this was simply normal, maybe it wasn't strange for me to enjoy the pain I was being put through now. It was sex, simply sex, and men love sex right?
But sex with another man is normal?
No.
This wasn't normal, hell I was being raped and I was enjoying it.
I was being raped by another man and was nearly ready to beg him for more. This was so wrong, so wrong - wrong - wrong! Yet I couldn't find the strength to pull away, the strength to simply say 'no' or 'stop', I couldn't fight back. Against everything, Mokuba, Kaiba Corp., the life long lessons that had been painfully drilled into me, my sanity, everything I was or had. Everything, I was willing to loose it all, and for what.
Cheap, meaningless, sex.
I was purely disgusting. Everything I had fought so hard for I was willing to throw away, simply because I was a man.
I was willing to play the role as bottom, anything, and why?
Why?
Moans, whimpers, yelps, and full-throated-no-longer-muffled-or-held-back-in-anyway- screams ripped from my throat as my body shook uncontrollably with full out blissful pleasure I felt now.
Disgusting.
His fingers pressed deeper inside my body, searching for something perhaps. His fingers made, what I could only began to guess in my fogy state of mind, scissor-like motions stretching the ring of muscles at my entrance and probably even deeper down.
I hissed but did nothing further.
He then in return, surprised me by answering, non-verbally. Simply biting down on my ear, gently, so not to hurt me. Which in return surprised me yet even more.
Damn dogs - no biting.
I nearly choked on a tearless cry with a near-bitter-chuckle.
I, Kaiba Seto - CEO of Kaiba Corp. the multi-billion-dollar gaming company, was now bottom to a street Mongrel.
Oh how amusing.
The bite to my ear had offered another effect, which by now didn't surprise me in the least. My already painful and only a point off fully erect cock grew.
This is wrong! I screamed to it again, it ignored me easily preferring to see what the blond mongrel had in store for it. Relishing in the horrible yet mind-blowing attention it was receiving.
I hated this. (So I will keep telling myself.)
It loved it.
It was there I decided to quit referring to myself and my body as two separate individuals. I had the body of a man so there for it reacted like only a man's body could.
Perverts.
I shook my head, no! I wanted to scream it, but didn't…
He'd reversed our roles so well, so easily.
I was Kaiba Seto!
Kaiba-fucking-Seto!
A fucking Kaiba.
Kaiba, Kaiba Seto!
This was so wrong!! I was top, not the other way around.
Kaiba's aren't fucked, Kaiba's fuck!!
Damn it!
My body shook in protest.
My arm swung upward, out from where it had been pressed firmly to the seat beneath. It roared it's protest at defying the blond, the joints snapping loudly at the sudden movement. But it's cries and pleas went unheard.
Twisting my torso, painfully, I momentarily pulled free from the other. Pivoting my body around backwards, I came face to face with the one who had been wreaking my life to it's very core. Of the present day, that was. "K-Kaiba..?" I had caught him off guard, he had apparently thought I was defeated and knew so - thus giving in entirely. Oh but how wrong he was.
Large golden-caramel eyes stared back at me in froze shock. I didn't plan to give him the time to recover, as my hands were already upon his shoulders, shoving him backward. Barely, as if my arms refused to put up an honest fight. I shook the thoughts and attempted once more to focus.
Too late.
Shock was now replaced with a bright smirk, lined darkly with undeniable maliciousness. He pressed his body down onto mine, rocking our hips together. Our erections meeting. "Hm, fine, if ya wanted it in da front' so bad, there's betta ways 'a telling' meh…" he muttered hotly. My answer was simple, moaning and digging my fingertips into the shoulders I had been previously been trying to shove away. I didn't fully register my hips jerking up to meet his.
He whispered something I didn't quite catch because of the hot lips ghosting over my ear and possibly even hotter breath tickling my senses as he spoke in my ear. Had what he had said been important? Who knew? I didn't…
Luckily, or not, he either repeated himself or continued along the lines of whatever he had been talking about. I had a strange feeling it was the first. He knew the shape I was in now. Regardless of that, it was clear to an extent what he was talking about.
Fucking me, of course.
"Guess yer ready now, eh, or maybe yer jus' too eager for it?" his voice was low, dangerous and was hinting something. Holding some secret I wasn't sure if he was 'dieing to share' or putting up the up-most effort to keep.
I choose to ignore that, the 'secret' as well as what he'd said.
My hips jerked up violently as an extra sensitive spot of my being was stroked, teased into bringing me alive under him. My body shaking uncontrollably, barely functioning as it attempted to not fully loose it's control. Useless as that was.
Like I held any control what so ever…
My own teeth bit down, a bit too hard, on my bottom lip as I noted and attempted to stifle a dark bitter chuckle that pulled itself free from my throat- I was probably bleeding now.
But he didn't leave me much time to dwell on that, as his hand was once more back to teasing my erection. Waves of pleasure-induced spasms shook my body once more, this had occurred so many times in what I believed to be the last hour. I shook my head, not all to sure rather that was to clear it of to make myself dizzier.
His hand was gentle on my painfully aroused cock, painfully gentle. Responding, I hissed and bit my lip harder.
His fingers danced over hot sensitive flesh, running up and then back down the length of my largely endowed shaft. Then his, alarmingly, talented hand found my member's head. Caressing and stroking the head, with skill that he could have only learnt from a lot of practice. Which I suspected was thanks to masturbating, a lot.
Thinking of me, perhaps?
Following along, unconsciously, with his intentions my eyes screwed themselves shut as I chocked out a painful yet pleasure filled moan. My whole body trembling as some built up force gathered within my body, then slightly numbing at the intense sensation. It was all around a very strange feeling within my body, to jump from such intense pleasure to almost pure numbness in a matter of seconds. That was due to him releasing my member for a short moment.
He offered a small kiss to my cheek as compensation.
I accepted, not much else I could do.
Blinding pleasure once more engulfed me, shrouding me in pure white bliss, though it wasn't quite over. I hadn't came yet, that feeling - I suspected had only came due to him teasing then releasing then once teasing my member. A way for him to fully tell me he was in control and I would take whatever he gave me.
I was nearing the edge, pleasure and slight pain blinding my actions I gave a embarrassing half moan half yelp and bit into his shoulder as my body shuddered and promised us both of my very soon coming eruption.
Which, to my surprise, he answered with even more caressing and stroking. Gently but forcefully coaxing out my long awaited come. I could almost squeal merrily with the thought.
Soon there after his effort was rewarded with pre-come, small bursts leaking onto his pleasing hand seeming to me like some sort of plea to please continue and make me the happiest man alive.
Unfortunately, or fortunately(I had to continuously remind myself) he didn't quite do just that, his pleasing hand released my throbbing begging member just before it could thoroughly coat it in a hot sticky sheet of come.
I yelped loudly in my protest of that treatment, whimpering when he didn't return to pleasing my abused member like he before. He wasn't just teasing me this time. I had screwed up and was now being punished. A small, hardly noticeable tear forced it's way to one of my eyes but I didn't let It fall.
This was all so stupid.
Jounouchi, ignoring my pain, brought the previously-pleasing-precome-splattered hand to his lips and licked the thick liquid from one of his fingers. Then simply smirked.
I answered him with a growl and turned my head stubbornly.
Thoroughly pissed.
That turned out to be a bad mistake, as not even another second afterward he shoved his cock up my ass, no further preparation. This was closely followed by a loud and extremely high pitched scream ripped from my throat. Shaking my whole being once more, this time I saw red. I saw pure pain induced blood red.
Red.
Pain, that's all that was left, pure pain.
Pain of knowing and admitting my defeat, pain at everything.
I didn't register the whimpers an muffled cries streaming from my own throat, nor the surprised, pain struck look on my tormenters face. Sharp, hot, honey eyes were wide with many emotions, staring at me.
For a second I thought I'd pass out…
When thoughts came that was.
I didn't.
Though, as I realized, fear had wormed it's way into my usually stoic icy sapphire eyes. A hesitant hand stroked my face, catching the single tear. The warm hand then found my hair and stroked gently, trying to calm me. To no avail. But I did lean into the touch, even if the strangely heartfelt gesture concerned me.
I did wonder why I felt the need to return the warm gesture, curious why I leaned into his touch.
Instinct?
I wasn't sure myself onto what I felt at the moment.
Pain?
Sadness?
Fear?
Remorse?
Hate?
Disgust?
Horror?
Passion?
Anything?!
Jou's hand stroked the brown fringe from my forehead, brushing the sweat that had gathered there with it. My body trembled in response to the touch. He moved his body against mine, his member burrowing deeper within my body, and leaned forward pressing his lips lightly to my own.
That was all it took…
My stomach lurched.
I shoved him off of me, roughly, and pulled open the vehicle's door. The limo had stopped for awhile now, though I hadn't taken notice for obvious reasons. Trees surrounded us, green, I didn't note anything further, it was likely the location I'd directed the driver to bring us to, anyway. My head spun as stumbled from the limo, nearly crawling from the vehicle.
Not a moment too soon, as the next second I emptied the contents of my stomach into the bushes.
TBC…
A/N:
-Whao, my 1st first person pov fic!!! -throws confetti- and ive returned wit "Understanding you"!!
-happy? (I kno u r) miss me? (I kno u did!)xD
-hehe, again many srrys 4 d wait!!.
-u shouldn't hav 2 wait near as long nxt time, promise!! Itll b a much MUCH shorter ch…u c diz 14 pgs(nearly 7000 words)…O.o my longest ch ever!!!
-I wasn' sure if diz was 2 b considered a 'lemon' or nt(ya kno wat I mean, ne?) bt I thought it was close enough, so…yea! Heheh, srrys if there was disappointment an all…
-cya nxt timex3
(don' 4get, REVIEW!!=)