Author: TheEmcee
Pairings: Multiple
Rating: M for sexual content, violence, swearing, and alcohol abuse.
Summary: A collection of shorts with different themes and pairings that may or may not become full-length stories of their own.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the fandom. What is depicted in this collection is nothing but fantasy based off of my own personal fantasies and kinks. PLEASE READ THE TAGS.
A/N: I've got a lot of ideas for stories swirling around in my head, but I want to see how well certain themes and such will do before I put forth the effort. As I tend to lose interest in multi-chapter stories, I prefer writing longer stories. So, if you would be so kind as to give this writer some feedback, it would be much appreciated.
Social Mixer
Short One - To Protect
Darrel's hard, cold eyes bore down upon the unconscious Socs, his chest heaving with each and every breath. His hands were covered in cuts, bruises, and drying blood, both his own and the unfortunate alphas he'd beaten down. The heavy scent of bergamot and sandalwood permeated throughout the park with only the barest hint of a sour note, the result of a furious alpha male. Ponyboy was trembling, though it was no longer due to fear. It wasn't often these days that Darrel got into a fight or brawl, but his edges hadn't dulled at all. He was still very much the same strong, undefeated alpha that he had been back when Ponyboy was fourteen.
A lot had changed in six years, but Darrel being a force to be reckoned with hadn't.
Gingerly, Ponyboy stood up on trembling legs, pulling up his underwear and pants. Since he'd called out his alpha's name, Darrel hadn't looked at him, choosing to keep his fierce gaze focused on the arrogant, drunken Soc alphas who had thought it a good idea to target his omega baby brother. Slowly, Ponyboy crossed the distance between them, his attention held captive by his older brother. Once he was standing in front of him. Pony reached out hand up and turned Darrel's face to him, forcing his eyes to look away from the Socs.
"Alpha," Ponyboy said quietly, his fingers stroking his cheek tenderly. A small smile formed on his lips. "I'm okay."
"They... they..." Darrel couldn't speak properly, still angry and too riled up to think of anything else aside from protecting what was his.
And Ponyboy was his.
"I'm fine," Ponyboy insisted.
Stepping closer, he wrapped his arms around Darrel's neck. The fingers on one hand stroked through his sweat-slicked short hair at the crown of his head while the fingers on the other gently held his neck. He buried his nose against the scent gland on the left side of Darry's neck, nuzzling it affectionately as he inhaled the familiar scent, the scent that made him feel safe and sheltered. Ponyboy felt his body finally relax, his own scent, a mixture of lavender and spearmint, enveloping them in a cocoon.
"I'm okay, Alpha. You kept me safe," Ponyboy continued. "You protected me. You did such a wonderful job. Thank you, Alpha."
Finally, he felt Darrel start to relax, and his strong, muscular arms wrapped around Pony's smaller, softer body. He felt his alpha nuzzle into his own scent gland, inhaling the sweet, addictive aroma he had often praised in the past. Neither of them thought about the Socs knocked out on the ground; they wouldn't be waking up for a good while yet, and they were no longer a threat anyway.
"Thank you for coming for me, Darrel," Ponyboy said before planting a kiss against his brother's dirt covered cheek. "I couldn't ask for a better alpha."
"Ponyboy..." Darrel growled softly. His scent began to dissipate, its strength and intensity alleviating gradually. Pony could feel his body start to quiver and tremble. "They didn't... Did they...?"
"No," Ponyboy answered firmly, quick to reassure him. He had learned over the past six years that Darrel was just as sensitive as he was; he just didn't show it often. "You came before they could."
"Oh, thank God," Darrel nearly sobbed against his neck. "I'd never forgive myself if they -"
"Stop that, Darrel. It didn't get that far," Pony stated, pulling back enough to cup his alpha's face in his hands to gaze into his blue-green eyes, shining with unshed tears. "You came. You stopped them, and I'm fine. Okay?"
After swallowing thickly, Darrel finally nodded. Smiling again, Ponyboy took hold of one of his larger hands and started walking them both to Darrel's idling truck.
~◇◇◇~ Short Two - God-Favored
Nothing was more terrifying or awe-inspiring as the fury of a god. Since fleeing from his detestable father, Dallas hadn't known fear, had little need of it, yet he couldn't deny that he felt it now. He trusted Ponyboy implicitly and knew that even in such an angry state, the one known as Little Brother would keep his wits about him, lest he harm those who didn't deserve his ire. Baring witness to an argument between gods, however, was never a pleasant experience regardless of how many times he'd done so.
"You should be taking your responsibilities more seriously," Darrel, Ponyboy's older brother, the Lord of the Mountains, the one called Elder Brother, bellowed.
"Do not presume to know what I do, Elder Brother," Ponyboy sneered. As Master of the Winds, he effortlessly floated in the air, his staff in hand, and remaining out of his brother's titanic reach.
"You think I don't know what you do, little man?" Darrel countered angrily, slamming a fist against the mountainside. Boulders began to rain down, crushing anything and everything in their path. Dallas felt no joy as he heard the screams of people being crushed to death.
"I care little for what you believe you know of me!" Ponyboy exclaimed. The winds whipped around him, tussling his auburn hair furiously and stripping the trees bare. "But you will leave Dallas out of it!"
Ever since his arrival to the Brothers, the three islands that jutted out from the middle of the vast sea, Dallas had been the object of affection for Little Brother and the ire of the Elder. Younger Brother, Sodapop, very rarely intervened, only doing so to prevent major catastrophe. Dallas wanted them to cease the Brothers' fight, wanting more than anything to take Ponyboy to bed. Seeing his divine lover so livid struck fear in him but also unbridled desire. To be so loved and cherished that the famed Master of the Winds would become so heated over a few remarks cast at him by Elder Brother was a dream come true. No one had ever loved him so fiercely or been so faithful to him. It made Dallas love Ponyboy even more.
Angering Elder Brother was just an unintended reward.
Short Three - Stray
"I've missed you so much," Bob said as he kissed along Ponyboy's bare shoulder.
Instead of answering, he merely gave his owner a strained smile, his hands pulling him closure even though he wanted nothing more than to push him away. Keeping his tail mostly still and his ears perked was enough of a chore; remembering if he'd been given permission to speak or not would only add to the unpleasantness he was experiencing. Besides, if he spoke, he'd either burst into tears or be punished for speaking out of turn.
"I'm glad to see those deviants took good care of my kitten," Bob continued. He kissed up Ponyboy's neck while his hands roamed over the cat-boy's bare chest, his nails raking over his skin hard enough to leave red welts.
"I never should've abandoned you," Bob sighed almost regretfully before he kisses Ponyboy's lips.
Disgust threatened to force bile up from his stomach and into his throat, but Ponyboy willed it to settle down. Right now, Bob was in a good mood and he was being nice and kind to him. If Ponyboy acted the part of the poor, helpless pet that had been devastated at being abandoned by the railroad tracks, perhaps he would be able to escape again.
"Tell me you've missed me," Bob ordered him, his dark eyes opening to gaze into Ponyboy's green ones.
Another kiss was pressed to his lips, this time full of desire and possessiveness. It frightened him, but he couldn't pull away. Doing so would result in a beating, and he had to remain on Bob's good side.
"I've missed you more than anything else, Master," Ponyboy told him.
"Tell me you forgive me," came another order as Bob pulled down Pony's shorts, leaving him naked beneath him.
"Of course I forgive you, Master," Ponyboy quickly said. Then, he reached out and kissed Bob, closing his eyes and sighing into his mouth, all the while wishing it could be Darry.
His boldness was rewarded with strong arms wrapping around his body, holding him close and secure. Bob's clothed erection pressed against his thigh, the feel of it hauntingly familiar and devoid of anything close to genuine affection.
"Tell me you want me to make love to you," Bob said against his lips, his eyes aflame with lust and need.
All Ponyboy wanted to do was flee, run away and return to the only place that he had ever felt truly safe and cared for. But he couldn't, not now. He would have to wait. Bob would mess up again, or his parents would, and an opportunity will present itself. Until then, Ponyboy had to be whatever Bob demanded of him, whether he wanted to be or not. So, he looked up at the older teen through his eyelashes, his hands squeezing Bob's bare shoulders.
"Please, Master. Make love to me."