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TITLE: Congratulations RATING: +18 SUMMARY: Yuki and Kou has been dating for 2 years now. They weren't what you would call a "perfect couple". They were as normal as every couple could be. They had their own share of problems but by the end of the day... or few days they would make up as if nothing had happened in the first place. This went on for two years and this would go on for years to come. Or so they thought. Yuki suddenly got pressured by his family to get married. His family are trying to meet him to any neighborhood girl they could find whenever he comes over. Kou, on the other hand, is facing an issue that questions his fidelity. Will Yuki and Kou stay strong and overcome the biggest problem they would face as a couple? CHAPTER 1 "Yuki, I'm really sorry. I won't do it again." Kou said as he hugged his lover from behind. While the cause of their argument was something stupid to be argued about, Yuki has been under pressure lately. His family has been pressuring him to marry. He's already 26 years old and his parents are at the age where they want to see a grandchild. "I should be the one to say sorry, Kou. It's just that the marriage is not something for you to joke about. So it gets to me that you're fooling around when I'm really troubled." Yuki held the hands that wrapped him up. He turned his head around to meet the apologetic eyes of his lover. He leaned his head closer and made a light peck to Kou's lips. "I just wanted to lighten up your mood. I will be careful", Kou said as he tighten his hug and burrowed his head into Yuki's should then he continued, "Let's go home." "Yeah. I'm hungry." "Me too.." Kou held Yuki's hand and the two of them walked home together. Just like that, they reconciled without needlessly dragging the problem out. Close friends are calling them the perfect couple because they never had a serious problem. They also never needed to confide their problems or seen them crying or drinking their problems out. Yuki woke up with his whole body freezing. He was bare naked together with his lover, Kou who was still sleeping soundly. He stood up and took a hot shower. "We really should buy a new heater. That thing has been malfunctioning lately. Ughh damn. My body is aching all over. Kou.... you bastard...what a beast you are." Yuki cursed as he comforted himself with the hot liquid that is flowing over his skin. The coldness of his body turned warm and comfy. It felt like heaven. He could stay like this for another hour or so. While daydreaming, a loud knocking snapped his consciousness into reality. "Yuki! I need to take a leak. Open the door up", Kou said in a hurry. "I'm taking a bath. Can't you see? Hold it in." Yuki said as he smoothly smeared a handful shower gel into a sponge. "It's coming out Yuki. Come on... don't be shy. It's not like the first time I'm seeing you naked. I've seen enough of you last night you know.", Kou said teasingly. "Ughh.. Enough. It's open now." Kou hurriedly opened the door up to see his lover rubbing a shower sponge over his body. His attention instantly shifted to where the toilet bowl was and hurriedly relieved himself. "Thanks god.. pheww. It's so good to be alive." "Now get out. I'm taking a bath here. We need to buy a new heater you know. It seems fixing it won't help any longer." "Yea. It's so damn cold. It's always working but goes off when we sleep. Stupid machine. If I'm not broke I'd buy you the best heater there is", "You won't be broke if you go back to your work and not waste time doing part time job in a convenience store" "I know. Just give me time. I'll go back to work soon enough. But more than that..." Kou slowly pulled down the boxer shorts he was wearing, revealing a big and hard shaft. "Not now Kou. Have you not drained yourself last night?" Yuki asked as his naked lover comes closer. "Tsk. I feel so cold I just want to warm up with you... Come on please? Just one round. Look, it's already hard." Kou caressed his manhood in an attempt to seduce his bottom. Yuki, getting turned on, couldn't help but let the beast take over and have some hot bathroom action. Hello! It's me Tetsu! I'm back with a new story. This time I wasn't sure if I should continue an older work but it's been a while since I last wrote something so I figured I'd just make a new one. I'm probably going to make short but constant updates rather than lengthy ones. I hope readers will like this one or at least give this a shot ^^

CHAPTER ONE : NEW SCHOOL. Ian's point of view. I woke up in the new room,' where am I ?' I asked myself and quickly put my glasses on and looked around and relaxed as I recognised the new bedroom that was one of the penthouses of my fathers hotel that he had bought and moved us to for a scenery change and new start since my mother cheated on father. Slowly I got out of bed and walked to my pre chosen clothes for the day and got ready for the day at my new school , I pulled on my tight black jeans and a tight vest and covered it with a fishnet top and long gloves and walked to the bathroom to put my eyeliner and lip ring on. I walked to the lift and got in and started to go to the ground floor and held my bag in my hand as I sighed and closed my eyes. As I walked out the lift I saw my father talking to large man that was tall and masculine and had a soft sun kissed olive skin his dark hair suiting his tanned body even as he was in a guards suit and nodded at me with a small smile in my direction which made me blush and look away to my father. "Dad I'm off to school can I have some lunch money?" "sure son" My father said in his gravely yet handsome voice and handed me a $20 not which I realised was enough for me to get some more cigarettes as well and I smiled at him. "Thanks dad." I said gratefully and started walking to the doors of the hotel my hips swaying in the tight pants a distinct sound of a hum of appreciation coming to my ears and I smiled as I walked out the doors into the far too sunny town that we now lived in and headed to the shop and got my self some cigarettes and headed towards my new high school and looked around at thee large cheerful building and all the typical boys and girls of the school it was like a scene from a movie. I walked into the school and headed to the small place that I could only assume was the office and looked at the blond receptionist inside and walked to her. "Excuse me I'm the transfer student I'm here to collect my timetable and locker number please." I said as quickly as I could earning me a soft chuckle. "Calm down, and name please and I don't bite so breath before you pass out." The woman said smiling gently at me making me laugh nervously ass she started to print off the papers I needed and handed them to me making me smile as I saw I had my favourite classes to day one after another and started to leave to look for the room I needed that was when I bumped into a mini version of the man from this morning making me blush and tip my head down. "I'm sorry it was an accident." I say shyly and move to walk past him only to have a firm hand grip my wrist and pull me back and winced slightly. "What do we have here a little faggot emo ?" He asked mockingly making me sigh and roll my eyes. "yeah I'm both of those things you got a problem with it Mr. I'm the jock who deserves everyone's respect handed to me on a platter." I said back at him scornfully. "Oh! it has balls." He said making the other football jocks laugh and the cheerleaders smirk.

Hey! So I've been gone for awhile....like I forget how long ago but I'm back & I've been craving some things my dudes!! >:3 So I'll just list some rules, not very difficult or harsh. 1. No one liners, I prefer a more literate RP with multiple paragraphs. 2. Send in a post at least once every 2 weeks, I can see life getting pretty hectic so this can happen sometimes but if you need longer then let me know & I'll be understanding. Hm~ Yeah I don't have many rules :3 Now onto the plots!!! Italicized means I would prefer that role :3 Homestuck Kurloz x Mituna Cronus x Mituna Boku No Hero Academia Midoriya x Bakugou Kirishima x Bakugou Dabi x Bakugou Brothel Plot: So I got this idea from another person on anther site, I was going to do the plot with them but sadly it had been taken so I'm hoping to do it here :3 It would be a Brothel made up of Boku No Hero Academia characters, of course it would be a quirkless world because I don't see the point of it. The employee's of this brothel are themed by fairy tale characters such as Snow White, the Big Bad Wolf, Cinderella, ect. We would take on multiple characters to play some being employees and some being clients & romances can be set or blossom as the RP goes on. Romances don't have to be strictly Client & Employee, it could be between 2 employee's & there could be a couple that enjoy going to the brothel together, ect. Of course in this RP I'm going to take on seme, uke, & switch roles :3 Okay~ Well I'm tired of writing so that's all I'll give for now, PM me if you wish to RP :3

Summary: A date to an amusement park in a very hot day. Shinobu bringing a couple of ice-creams make Miyagi to drag the young male home and make love to him. Status: Complete Beads of perspiration formed upon his upper lip and forehead, each speck of moisture, expunged from his body clung to him. The back of his neck and shoulders felt uncomfortable, somewhat sticky as he reached into his breast pocket for his handkerchief to wipe off his neck and face. Dabbing the clothe at his forehead, he wondered where his little brat, Shinobu, had gone. 'Miyagi, I'm going to get some ice cream.' That's right, his Shinobu-chin had gone off to wait in that line, which seemed to go on forever. Spotting an open seat on a park bench beneath the shade of a cherry tree, he walked over to it and sat down, wishing he'd a fan with him. It was too damn hot today, a scorcher. He wondered why Shinobu hadn't as yet so much as broken a sweat, or maybe it was that headband he was wearing, the type joggers used to keep the sweat out of their eyes. He wished he'd never thought of taking Shinobu to the park, but instead had stayed home. Once again he complained to himself about the heat of the day, it was too hot out for a date at the park. Then again, their apartment was like a fucking furnace, it might be ninety-five out, but inside it was well over a hundred and three. Thanks in part to the fact that the electricity on their side of the city had gone out. The electrical company though, were trying to work as quickly as possible on the problem. That, however, was the least of his worries with so many younger men and women in that line, which seemed to go on forever. Dark brows furrowing, he wished he'd gone to stand with him, so no one would try and hit on him. His mouth growing dry as he thought about that, he started to rise from the bench, intent upon finding his young lover, when suddenly he saw him exit from the front of the line, two ice cream cones in tow. The sandy haired blonde, as usual, was unsmiling, but he knew it was all just a front. Shinobu could smile and laugh, not that he saw or heard him do so often. Though he knew how to get him making lusty little sounds. 'Damn, better not think about that.' Shinobu held out one cone to him and shot him a piercing gray eyed gaze, "Here old man, thought you could use something to cool down." Miyagi swore he felt a blood vessel pop above his eyebrow, the little brat didn't need to constantly be calling him old man. Though usually Shinobu only called them that when he was particularly irritated or in any way displeased or embarrassed. With a sigh he took the ice cream offered to him, his hand touching that of the younger man's. Shinobu's eyes widened, a feint blush rising to his cheeks, before taking his hand away and flopping down beside Miyagi, his gaze looking down at the treat he had in his own hand. Miyagi took a lick of the Cherry Blossom ice cream that Shinobu had gotten for him. He would have preferred something like, what Shinobu had. He was sure it was vanilla, what other flavors were white, with nothing added? His eyes followed a bead of sweat from Shinobu's ear down the side of his neck, longing to lean toward him and lick it off, but they were out in public. He tried to keep his own concentration on crowd, there usually weren't quite so many people at the park all at the same time unless there'd been some special event in progress. He, however didn't see it as a special event, it was just too damn hot for anyone to want to stay in doors unless they were on the other side of town with working electricity or they'd had a backup generator. Miyagi's eyes, however, were once more drawn to Shinobu. Truthfully, he couldn't get enough of gazing at him, at least when he didn't have work to do, not that he wanted to put work before Shinobu, but he had to. Besides when he was finished being extremely busy they... 'Hell!' Gulping down the feel of something that felt caught in his throat, his eyes rounded as he watched Shinobu's tongue wrap around the vanilla ice cream. The small slurping sound, caused a shiver to run through him, the back of his neck prickling as though his hair were standing on end. Absentmindedly he ran his own tongue over his own ice cream, to cool and moisten his parched mouth. He couldn't draw his eyes away from his adorable little terrorist, who looked so delectable as he lapped up the vanilla ice cream. That pink tongue, that his own tongue knew so well, seemed to move in slow motion as it swiped over and slowly around the white cream. Then, Shinobu made a noise of pleasure, as though the ice cream was the most delicious thing he'd had in awhile. Miyagi hadn't been aware of what he was doing as he held his own cone at an angle, that had most of the ice cream dropping onto the ground between his feet. His own tongue slid out of his mouth, to lick his lips that suddenly felt chapped. Those gorgeous gray eyes slowly opened, the flat of his Shinobu's tongue starting at where the ice cream met the cone and slowly licking up, while it quickly melted. The melting cream rolled down the cone and onto the younger man's hands. Miyagi could feel his cock twitch inside his pants, staring to get very aroused as he watched Shinobu lick and nibble on his tasty frozen treat. He stifled a groan, placing his free hand over his mouth, and partially over his eyes, peaking through his fingers at the erotic display and wondered if Shinobu were even aware of what he was doing. What he was doing to him, with that little pink tongue of his flicking out over and over. Once more, he felt his cock try to gain his attention, as it began to strain against his pants as he watched Shinobu. The sandy haired youth had placed the cone in his opposite hand, so that he could lift his ice cream coated hand to his mouth, swiping his tongue over the runaway melted vanilla ice cream that had stopped there. Then, what had Miyagi just about squirming in his seat, as he began to harden, was watching Shinobu stick his fingers in his mouth and begin to suck on each one, slowly, one by one. He wanted to fuck him so hard right then! Miyagi growled, threw the ice cream cone he had into the trash can which sat next to the bench and stood up, grabbing hold of Shinobu's elbow, "Let's get out of here." Instead of the little brat looking bewildered, he appeared to be smirking, "Yes, sir." And took a large bite of the ice cream into his mouth. It wasn't so cold any more and quickly liquified and he, too tossed it into the nearby waste receptacle. 'That little brat, he's been getting just a bit too smug since he moved in with me.' He tossed Shinobu into the car and shut the door once no, head or otherwise was hanging out and hurried to his side of the car, getting in behind the wheel. "Your in for a licking, little brat," he said gutturally once they were both buckled in, the doors locked and he'd started the car. Shinobu's eyes rounded, "Wh-what?" Miyagi had never threatened him with something like that. Sure, his lover could get a little too rough and hold him down or kiss him angrily, but he'd never actually tried hurting him. Not physically at least. No one dared lay a finger on him, not even his parents believed in what was called corporal punishment. Yet the very idea that Miyagi might bend him over his knee, pull down his pants to expose his ass and then proceed to use his hand to spank him had his cock tenting in his pants and his nipples straining against the material of his orange jersey shirt. Miyagi stopped outside a Love Hotel, in the side of town that the electricity apparently still worked and pulled out the dazed and aroused young man. His lover had put on that same lame disguise he'd used when his Australian friend had been visiting, back before he'd truly and completely become Miyagi's lover. They had really, come so far since then. Once inside their room, Miyagi locked the door and hid the key, making sure that he didn't see where he put it. "Strip and get on the bed." That commanding tone, was like fire and ice all at once spilling over him.

Summary: Sebastian discovers for the first time in over a 100 years he is sexually frustrated and he needs a release. he is left to try and perform his duties with a master who insists on needing help every 5 minutes...will Ciel discover Sebastain's dirty side and what will happen if he does? Status: In progress Warning: This contains mature content 18+ and although not in this chapter will become a yaoi in the coming chapters, you have been warned!!! Pairing: SebastianXCiel Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji and all the characters within this story are taken from the manga/anime the artist and publishers own the rights. --------------------------- Sebastian opened his eyes; it was daylight outside and noise emanated from the mansion outside his room. What was going on? “I’m late!!” Sebastian left out of bed suddenly realising his mistake, he had not slept in months and although a demon such as himself doesn’t really need sleep it was a nice change and the dream he was having was simple marvellous, he smiled as he thought back to it and shock his head to rid him of the thought before he rapidly dressed and rushed down the corridor still trying to put on his tail coat and tie. He burst into Ciel’s room carrying the try containing the tea he had rushed to make. “Sebastian! Where have you been? And you look a mess please at least dress yourself properly!” Sebastian gave his most dazzling smile as he tried to come up with a valid reason for his tardiness but none came to mind after all, all Ceil had to do was order him to tell the truth and he would be caught. So instead of facing the embarrassing truth he smiled again and apologised before giving Ciel his tea and proceeding to dress him “Really what is wrong with you this morning Sebastian I could dress myself better than you are right now!!” Sebastian looked down at what his hands were doing and realised that his master was indeed correct al the buttons on his shirt were wonky and the bow around his neck looked like he had slept in it. What was wrong with him today Sebastian wondered as he undid the shirt again, maybe he shouldn’t sleep at all or at least not when he is required for duties in the morning or maybe it wasn’t the sleep maybe it was…..that dream! His hands slowed as he pondered the idea, they brushed gently against Ciel’s soft pure skin appearing to linger before continuing to re-button the shirt. Finally Sebastian finished dressing his master so he was presentable, he stood picking up the tray as he did so and started to leave the room. “Sebastian, are you planning on telling me today’s schedule or shall you let me make a fool of myself?” Sebastian stopped his eyes widening as he realised he had no idea of the schedule the young lord be doing today? He wracked his brains for any remnants of what he had planned for the day remembering he quickly recited it and left the room sighing as the door swung shut behind him. He finally knew what was wrong with him and he didn’t like it, it had been neigh on a century since this had last happened and unfortunately he couldn’t relieve himself on the young lord since he had only just turned 16 mere weeks ago! Sebastian went through the entire day trying to control himself but to no avail his tea was cold, his cakes too sweet and even May Rinn, Bard, and Finney were doing a better job of looking after the house and Ciel than he was. Every time he got close to Ciel his blood pounded in his ears and an uncontrollable wave of dizziness overcame him. More than once Ciel asked if Sebastian wanted to take the day off which is a rarity for such a cold hearted completely focused person like the lord. Sebastian was truly tempted by the offer but he knew the more time he had, the less distractions he had, the more the temptation of his master would grow upon him! Finally night began to fall once again and Sebastian thought he may just have gotten away with that day of pain and lust. But the world is not a kind place and as he walked to the bathroom he cursed frantically at the world that tonight of all nights Ciel wanted a bath and not a shower! Sebastian filled the tub with warm water and proceeded to Ciel’s master bedroom to prepare him for the bath. “Sebastian, wash me!” Ciel ordered oblivious to his butlers discomfort with the situation. Sebastian sighed and mentally prepared himself trying to erect barriers around his consciousness that would ward of those thoughts, at least for a while until the young master was put to bed. He wet his hands and rubbed some of the soap onto them creating a foamy lather to scrub Ciel with. He washed his back and stomach, pausing slightly before continuing down towards his groin. Sebastian’s lower twitch as he rubbed the soap onto Ciel, his fingers longing to do what they could not…the ultimate torcher! Sebastian quickly removed his hand and trying desperately to retain some of his sanity he conjured up the image of a cat within his mind, the only escape he could think of, the only way to find some peace for the time being. Ciel stepped out from the bath and Sebastian’s concentration failed as he admired his master tight ass and virgin front. He placed the towel he was holding over Ciel and roughly dried him leaving his skin slightly tinted. The butler dressed Ciel in his traditional nightwear. Damn why does he have to look so sexy? So appealing, so gorgeous, so…erotic?! Sebastian’s mind wandered again and he felt his cock twitch with excitement as he looked upon the young man. This was bad, this was very bad! Sebastian picked Ciel up walked briskly to the bedroom where he threw the annoyed Ciel onto the bed put the covers over him, switch out the light and left the room breathing heavily and still listening to his masters aggravated yells. Sebastian sank into the bath and, for the first time all day, let his mind wander. It immediately went back to the image of Ciel in his night clothes his grey hair wet and falling in front of his eyes, his hands once again felt Ciel’s groin covered in bubbles. His own hands clenched as he felt his erection build, blood dripped from his hands as he tried not to let them roam to the hardening spot between his legs, this needed to be good he couldn’t last another day like this so he had to make it completely fulfilling! It was getting to the point it hurt now, all the erotic images of Ciel filling his head made him dizzy. Finally he allowed his hand to travel to his cock and let his fingers curl around it squeezing gently. A moan escaped his lips despite all his efforts to remain silent. He pulled up gently at first and slowly gaining speed and tightening his grip, he imagined it was Ciel’s hand jacking him of rather than his own, the thought made him twitch in excitement. He grabbed the bottle of oil beside the bath tub and squirted some onto his hand before continuing the rhythmic beat of his hand. For the first time ever Sebastian had the urge to put his fingers up his ass, it was an embarrassing realisation since he had never felt the need to do something so common before but before he could think better of it his hand had travelled behind him and one finger had been trust up his behind, Sebastian groaned in pain and pleasure his hands now moving at the same time thrusting his pelvis so he received the maximum stimulation. He rammed himself down hard on his finger causing a loud groan to escape his lips “mnnn Ciel, Harder Ciel” Never had such unseemly sounds escaped him and here he was on the brink of orgasm imagining Ciel’s hard on penetrating him! A final thrust up his anus hit Sebastian’s prostate and he came vigorously, it sprayed across his chest and mixed with the bath water, he removed the finger from his ass and rubbed it in his cum before inserting the fingers into his mouth and sucking hard, Sebastian felt his cock flaming again as it became hard once more, he sucked hard creating a delicious vacuum around his fingers. But now something was nagging him at the back of his mind, something annoying like a fly around his head; he stopped and concentrated...Ciel. His master was calling him and there was nothing he could do about his hard on that was waiting to be released. Sebastian gingerly stepped out of the bath careful not to excite himself even more and searched the cupboards for a lose fitting outfit that would leave his erection hidden and would not rub against it unnecessarily. He found a Chinese kimono that Lau had given him as a gift one year; it was perfect even if Ciel would ask questions since he had never felt inclined to wear the kimono before. Sebastian left the bathroom and walked awkwardly to his master bedroom. He knocked twice and entered trying to ignore the throbbing between his legs. “Yes, My Lord.” “Sebastian I have no idea what is wrong with you today and since you refused the day off I do not care! Therefore you are not to neglect you’re duties and are to sort out this bed it is hardly passable as a bed!! And you are to be civil about it unlike earlier. Also why in gods name are you wearing that unsightly kimono?” Sebastian looked at the bed through glazed eyes, it was indeed a wreck the four poster bed was covered in hair and it was obvious to anyone that Pluto had been sleeping in it. “My apologise my lord let me rectify it at once” Avoiding the question Sebastian got to work removing the old sheets and replacing them with fresh ones-that were not covered in dog hair! His speed was noticeable slower than normal due to the uncovered bulge resting beneath the kimono. However despite his state he still finished in just gone 5 minutes and was just tucking the young lord in when his crotch unexpectedly brushed against Ciel’s leg causing a moan to escape Sebastian’s lips and pre cum to wet the fabric of his green kimono causing it to turn a darker shade that was quickly becoming noticeable. Ciel gave Sebastian a look that very obviously meant tell me what is wrong with you this second lest I order you to stay here all night until you tell me! Sebastian pretended not to notice and pulled the covers over his master his eyes slits as he tried to focus on not cumming as his master gave him the most seducing look. As Sebastian rose again pulling away, the young master rolled over inadvertently brushing against Sebastian’s leaking groin again. Sebastian let out a loud groan and overcame collapsed on the floor trying to contain his fluids, his breathing was heaving and pain and pleasure seared through him as his throbbing member reached its maximum capacity. Sebastian limped as fast as he could out of the room slamming the door behind him and leaning heavily against it before pulling up his robe and with a slight touch of his fingers to his erection came hard letting out a scream as he did so “ARHHHH…c..c…cei..l!!!” His cum covered him and much of the floor, not only that but Sebastian had been so built up that it had sprayed on the walls as well. He sat leaning against the door panting heavily, trying to regain himself when he felt the door behind him budge…. Authors note: tx so much for reading hope you enjoyed it i will be hoping to bring out a new chapter at least once a week so don't worry this is not a one shot!! Also if anyone has any comments or criticism -as long as it’s useful- please tell me and i will be glad to try and change it in the next chapter! Aminiaxx

Summary: A building full of people with secrets. Status: In progress Warning: well it's a warning for me, my english might not be too good, so maybe sometimes i can write something weird sorry, enjoy your read -1- A mewing echoed in a small alley. A greyish cat shouted famine under the building called "Fabulous". The rain falling like ropes did not change the reach of his cry. A young man living on the third floor descended the little alley with an umbrella in his hand and clasping his black cardigan on the other. He was considered magnificent among the inhabitants of the building, even in the city. His blond hair shining, and his deep black eyes were reflected on the cat near the gutter. "You must starve to ask for food since an hour." The cat mewed again. The young man then smiled, taking out a key of his cardigan "Let me at least open the container for you .." He was abruptly cut off by a hand which was placed on the padlock. The blond young man was afraid of knowing who it was. Looking up, he sees another young man of his age in his twenties. Brown, almond-brown eyes, and a perfect mouth that at that very moment made a grimace. "Mr. Sunjong." "Mr.Taeyong." Bowed the blond man. Sunjong had already heard that he and the boss of the building looked very much alike. But he also heard that his character was much less bearable than Sunjong. "What were you going to do?" Taeyong asked through the sound the rain in a tone that said he knew perfectly what he wanted to do. He was under a umbrella that dated at least from the year 1945. "I wanted to feed this poor cat." he replied. Taeyong looked down at the cat at his feet. The little thing looked at him with his beautiful blue eyes. Sunjong would have sworn he had seen his expression soften before he returned his attention back to him. "This cat, I've never seen it until today." Taeyong crossed his arms as if on the defensive. "I think he was abandonned." He looked again at the cat "it's horrible". Taeyong arched an eyebrow. "Not bad, Sherlock, you almost got me." He frowned "I beg your pardon?" "The fact is that you used your key to feed a stray animal but it is strictly forbidden. You deliberately ignored the settlement of this building i have imposed." "A problem Sunjong ?" Sungjong turned to see his boyfriend Namjoong approaching only wearing jeans and a leather jacket over his bare chest. Taeyong frowned "You are not part of this apartment, so i suggest you take care of your own business." Neighbors had gathered at their windows, watching the scene under their building. Namjoong approached him. Taeyong did not flinch. Sunjong had to admit that Taeyong, the chief of the building had enough guts. Namjoong could look very threatening even though it wouldn' hurt a fly. "I get involved in what i want cutie." Taeyong's left eyebrow made a funny jerk to the nickname. Namjoong turned away, putting a hand on Sunjong's hip and bringing it inside. Sunjong could not help but turn once more towards Taeyong and their eyes met. He watched them walk away, umbrella on the ground, face without emotions. It had been three months since Sunjong had settled in this building, and he still didn't have the bravey to confess to the owner he was his half-brother. ++ Taeyong looked up at the building, where some people were still staring at him. "What are you looking up there ? It's 4am, unless you're insomniac return you sleep !" Some of them immediately obeyed while others glared at him before executing. Now alone in the alley, he looked at the corner where the couple had disappeared. He thought about the scene with a touch of envy. No one takes his defense since the death of his grandmother and to be honest with himself, he feel like this cat was the same as him. Abandoned. "Meow". The cat as he read his thoughts, manifested himself. Taeyong looked down at the animal rubbing at his legs, the fur covered with dirt. He sighed, taking him in his arms and walked over to the building. "Where were you for the last two days stupid cat, I've looked for you everywhere".

Summary: Park Chanyeol is a very handsome man, teacher of art martial with a full pack of friends. He doesn't have a boyfriend but he doesn't care so we can say he has all that he want. So why in the hell he is transported in a parallel world ? Status: In progress Warning: Just want to say that my english might not be too good (even if i've improved), so maybe sometimes i can write something weird i'm sorry, i hope you will enjoy your read ! -1- I am very strong. Yeah right the beginning isn't very subtle, but i am really ! My name is Park Chanyeol, 24 years old , a red haired guy with big brown eyes,a mix of orange dancing within. I am also a very nice looking guy working as a professor of a fews martial art cool right ? + If you see me in the street or in a club,it's sure that you will drool and will have a tons of fantaisies about me. But i stop you right now. Nothing will happen between us if : 1 - You are a girl (if not sorry there you might have more chance) 2- You are old (well i am not young either but gray hair for me is just uuuurgh) 3- You are ugly (look at your face in the mirrors before thinking you can have the sun in your bed) If you have none of these things on the list then i may grant you a diner or a dance whatever, for something else well .. you might need more critères because i am not someone who sleep with a different bloc every night. If i find someone for me, good. If not then it's ok too. I like sex dont get me wrong but i can also live without for month. Somes of my straights friend think i am asexual, this doesn't scare me but i don't think it's that, just .. maybe i didn't find the right person yet. My last boyfriend was from five months ago. When i had come out for my friends three years ago, they first tough i was joking,then lying then shok registrered in their faces. I did think for a moment that i'd lost them, but then they slapped me in back and said that i should'nt have keeped that secret. I was still the same Chanyeol to them, the popular guy from our old high school. Tonight i am out at the bar with my friends Chen Xiumin and Suho. Suho was for me the most attractive of my friends with his rippled muscle and bright brown eyes. Too bad he was an idiot. I leave him 5 minutes with my fries and later he has two of them in the corner of his mouth like a vampire. God help me. That nigth they were particulary interested in my private life. More say my love interest. I don't know why they are so fixated on finding a mate for me, i just don't care. If i meet someone to spend my life with, good. If not then it's ok too. We can't do nothing againsn't life. We just have to go with the flow. Believe me i tried to do things my way and that never work. Leave all like it is or it will be worse. Thinking like that at that moment i said "Shut the fuck up, and eat all your fries." They did. Near 11.p.m we were on the alley of Seoul, singing "I'm so excited." completely drunk. We were all holding each others, otherwise we would have fall right in the lake under the bridge we were passing. Something hit hard Xiumin on the shoulder and we all staggered back, shocked by the cry of his cry of pain and the blood on his hand. "What happened ?!" asked Chen with round eyes. I looked behind us and a man holding a knife bloodied was smirking while disgusted. "Fucking faggot." he slurred, he was ass drunk, even more than us. "What ?!" Shrieked Xiumin. Like hell he was gay, he was such a playboy. The man spitted on the ground "You disgusting whore, i should rape you before throw you in the lake. You would like that huh." The hell the idiot. I was going the beat the crap outta him when five others guys came out of the dark holding bat and other. "What the hell is going on." whispered Suho looking at the two side. That was exactly what i was thinking. One of the guys suddently leaped on Xiumin and i instinctively pushed my friend out of the way before knocking the big guy on the teeth. He fell K.O on the ground. Good. Now my hand was bloodied. The groupe of stupid Homophobic looked at me like a was a freak. Did i already said i was strong ? I didn't know what happened after that, one second they were looking at me and then i've seen my friends fighting for their life in the middle of the snow. Maybe i was more drunk than i though. I tried to help Xiumin. The guys were big, way more than us and i could feel that we were losing, If only i didn't drink that much. What would happen after that ? beated ? raped ? or killed ? I didn't want to think about that. I feel the side of my eyes bleeding, where one of the asshole throw me againsn't the side of the bridge to get to Xiumin. I've had enough. The fun will end here. I've raised myself and i did the only think that i could think off being drunk. Of course if i was thinking straight i would not even consider it. I rushed toward him. I wrapped my hands around his waist. And plunged into the iced water.

I fell on my back onto the soft bed. Sebastian placed a bottle of aromatic oil on the wooden nightstand. He came above me, his hair still damp. A towel was wrapped around his slim waist, covering his private parts. I was completely naked and my body and hair had dried completely. "Do you want me to start from the back or the front, young master?"* He asked and gripped the bottle again. He let the yellow liquid with the sticky consistency run down his palm. I recognised the scent of the oil almost immediately. I took a deep breath filling my lungs, through my nose, taking in the smell that I cherished so much.* "The front." Sebastian climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs. He started rubbing his palms on my shoulders in a circular motion. I let out a gasp of relief, giving him the green light to do it harder. The black haired demon bent his muscled body and brought his mouth to my left ear. "Let's see if I can turn you on just by massaging you." My butler's voice sounded more seductive than usual as he whispered slowly in my ear. That perverted demon was never satisfied! He was always craving for more, even if we had done it before hundreds of times, he'd definitely come to me like a cat in heat. Although I'm considering this as a reason to complain, I never get enough of my handsome looking butler either. I want more. I felt his slippery hands running down my bare chest. His long fingers gliding down my waist and thighs. My butler's hand stopped at my ankles. He started rubbing up and down my left calf until he reached my knee, then he moved his hands all the way down again to my ankle. The muscles in my leg felt more relaxed. Sebastian did the same on my other leg making me gasp in relief one more time. His touch made me feel two different feelings: pleasure and relaxation. I felt his oiled palms moving higher to my thighs still using the same method, all the way up, then all the way down again. Every time the demon's fingers got closer to my private places, the electricity... like waves were thrashing inside my body. My member started to harden because of my butler's touch. Sebastian chuckled at my body's instant response. He continued brushing his palms along my thighs, applying just a little bit of pressure on both. A shiver hit me below my stomach making me harder. A light moan escaped my mouth. My demon slid his hands along my legs kneading my calf muscles and skin, stopping at my ankles once again. He went up one more time to the highest part of my thighs. I let out a sight of relief. Sebastian gripped the bottle from the nightstand once again and he applied some more on his palm. The smell of Lavender became stronger when he placed his palms in the middle of my bare torso. My butler's oil covered palms were sliding up and down my chest easily, making it shinny. My skin was getting extremely soft like cotton as it was absorbing the sticky liquid. My muscles had been loosened up and a weird but pleasant numbness came over me. The demon ran his thumbs down my torso to my stomach pushing all the muscles, making them slacken even more. I closed my eyes as he removed his hands completely from my body, making me think that he was adding more oil on his palm. Suddenly I felt my butler's oily fingers on my nipples. I gasped but kept my eyes shut. The slippery fingers start flicking my nipples which hardened instantly. My semi-hard member became bigger as I was getting more and more aroused from his actions. I didn't know that nipples could be so stimulating and sensitive. I glanced down to see my erection almost touching my abdomen. When did I become like this? The oil had been spread on my pink stimulated nipples. My now extremely hard member twitched when Sebastian started squeezing my nipples really hard between his thumb and pointer finger. I arched my back and moaned. The demon alternated the way he was touching me. My body was mostly covered with oil helping the demon to touch and caress me easily. My butler stopped and ran his palms between my legs. My hard length's base was surrounded by Sebastian's big and sticky hand. He squeezed it making me bite my lip. I could feel my face heat up almost immediately. His gaze met mine. The colour of his eyes, red -a deep titian to be more specific- always looking creepy and weird for other people. Not for me though, for me it was simply a part of his charm. Those crimson gems were piercing my body and soul at every glance. So deep and dark, filled with lust and hunger for more. I couldn't resist him. The demon's hand gliding up from the base to the head of my member, still squeezing, made me come back to reality and forget about this stunning sight. I shivered at the sensuality of his hand touching that sensitive place. When his palm was reaching the head he unwrapped his hand and he went back to gripping my base again. He kept doing that, covering my erection with the Lavender oil.* "Sebastian.." I whispered so low that I was sure that he didn't hear it. The flawless demon gripped the bottle of the oil and he put some more on his fingers making sure that he had covered them completely. Sebastian's hand, the one with the symbol of our contract on it, was no moving on my hard length faster. I felt the middle finger of his other hand on my entrance, moving up and down spreading the sticky liquid. Slowly, he then slid it inside my entrance which opened like a flower in bloom. My face heated up even more. The black haired demon was moving his finger in and out making me shudder. My body's temperature continues rising, making me sweat more and more. Waves of electricity were running all over inside me. "Ahhh.." I moaned loudly when Sebastian thrust his long finger with force deeper into me. The lubrication was more than enough so the pain was light. My black haired butler began to do the 'come here' motion along my sticky insides. He hit my prostate and I groaned when I felt him reaching that sensitive spot. My inner walls started squeezing his finger which was stretching me out even more. My whole body jerked once again at the unique feeling. His other hand kept jerking on my erection in a fast-paced rhythm. The raven haired demon's hand stopped at the head of my length. He started squeezing that part making making me even more aroused. "Mmm... ahh." I whispered again not being able to hold my voice back at that moment. "Your moans sound so erotic, young master." Sebastian commented with a whisper and continued by adding another finger inside me. After a couple of thrusts he repeated the same move, opening me up even more. His pointer and pinkie were touching my cheeks, the other two were been already 'eaten up'. I started sweating even more and breathing heavier.* "Does it feel good, my lord?" He asked with his usual tone, smirking. My oily inner walls were squeezing my butler's fingers. Unfortunately for me, that wasn't enough. I wanted something bigger and harder. I've become a slut. A slut who wants to be fucked so bad. That was a tiny secret that I wouldn't stand to be revealed to anyone, especially him. It would be a great humiliation for me. But it couldn't be helped. It felt so good that I couldn't stop myself from wanting it. My body's pain was also fading quickly because Sebastian was doing the correct preparation. It was a shame and a dishonour for me, but that was the last thing that I cared about. My whole form quivered when the gorgeous demon sped up his palm distracting me once again from my thoughts. A bead of pre cum had covered the tip of my red head.* "S-Sebastian." I struggle as I try to hold back my moans - it was a matter of pride after all. It was difficult though and my body didn't seem to obey me. That bastard. It wasn't so long since we started doing all that perverted stuff but again, his knowledge about my sweet spots had seemed to increase dangerously. He was able to make me melt with only a couple of moves and touches. That damned demon! The battle inside me wasn't going to be won so easily. I gripped the sheets tightly and threw my head back. My face was flushed, I could feel it burning. My lips parted a little bit letting my pants come out more freely. Sebastian pulled his fingers out slowly leaving me empty. I glanced up at my attractive butler. That devilish smirk was still decorating his stupid face which seemed to have a light pink blush painted on it. My sight lowered. There was a really noticeable bugle under the white towel which was still wrapped around his waist. He loosened it and the towel fell onto the sheets reviling the rest of his well-formed body. Sebastian's body was rather dazzling. Any human would dream having it. "You've gotten this hard only from seeing me like this?" I asked staring at his crotch and smirking.* His member was long enough to touch his abdomen and even pre-cum had been created at the tip. "Indeed, my lord. Seeing you getting sexually excited because of me and moaning my name so erotically could make anyone like this." He answered, bringing himself closer.* Our lips connected and Sebastian let out a weird breath of relief when our lips were touched, as if he hadn't kissed me for years. Still holding the kiss, I stretched my arm to take the half empty bottle of oil. I let a generous amount to drip on my palm and I put the bottle back. I sat in front of Sebastian, facing him. I slid my hand down from the head of his member to his balls, causing my tall demon to gasp. I kept stroking his hardness, making it slippery and shiny. Light moans were coming out of my butler as I was touching him. He kept twitching in my hand. "Mmm, ahh... young master."**He whispered and closed his eyes. Sebastian placed his hand on the back of my neck, bringing his body closer to mine, leaning in to my left ear again. My fingers were wrapped on his sticky erection. I started bobbing my hand, causing the demon to start breathing faster. A smirk appeared on my lips. How can he be so sensitive and powerless right now? This is not the forceful demon that I know. He kept moaning my name faintly while he was breathing fast and heavily. Sebastian's reactions were one of the greatest parts of doing it with him. He acted exactly like a human. Which made me extra curious. I don't remember him losing his self-control like that and turning into a moaning, sweating mess before when he would get closer to a woman while using sex to get information. A dirty tactic he used when we were given a task by her Majesty.* My palm was running up and down on Sebastian's length from the head to the base at a steady rhythm and speed. After I made sure that he was fully covered with the oil I laid on my back again, separating my legs, waiting for him to enter me. I felt Sebastian's tip pressing my entrance. He gripped my thighs and lifted them up. His erection was pushed slowly inside me, making the shivers down my spine increase as he hit my sweet spot. I gripped the sheets tightly. My butler started forcing himself, trying to reach the deepest parts of me. In every thrust my hard member was twitching.* "Ahhh." I groaned in pleasure, throwing my head back once again. The thought of having my butler's hard member rubbing and twitching inside me was driving me crazy. It felt so right, so good, so unique, so addictive. Sebastian moaned as he was seesawing in front of me. The demon was sliding his erection in and out at a low speed.* "Sebastian, do it faster." I demanded. My butler obeyed and he started moving faster. My inner walls were being separated at a really fast pace which made my arousal*get higher and higher. Shivers and waves of electricity ran through me as he hit my prostate. His hands were squeezing my lifted thighs as he moved. Sebastian bit his lip and he embedded more of his member into me. This time it didn't hurt at all. We used the oil and the needed preparation which were his fingers. I could tell that my face was flushed and my whole body covered in sweat. Sebastian seemed to be in the same state as well. The picture of him blushing from pleasure always got me more aroused. Both of our private parts were covered in plenty of oil which caused them to make a weird slapping noise. His erection wasn't completely surrounded by me because Sebastian had entered only the half of his length.* " Ah-ha. Deeper... push it deeper.." Sebastian pulled himself completely out and he slammed himself back with force. I screamed as his big hardness reached my limit. His body came closer against mine. His hands slid lower on a place between my cheeks and thighs. He lifted up the half of my body until my back wasn't touching the bed. My black haired butler 's length wasn't moving. That wasn't the most comfortable for me but I didn't say anything. Sebastian jerked in me once again. A large jolt of pleasure ran across my body when I felt my butler reaching my sweet spot. I kept throbbing against his hardness. My half opened eyes closed, basking in all my demon's acts. "Did I hit it young master?" He asked, speaking of my sensitive spot. I nodded and a smirk appeared on his lips. The pre cum had came out on my tip.*He kept hitting my spot gaining louder and louder moans from me. I couldn't hold myself back. I could tell that my entranced was tensing his length. I felt myself reaching my climax. "Uh. Sebastian, I'm close." I announced without receiving an answer from my handsome butler. My eyelids opened up slowly revealing to me his well-formed body moving back and forth above me. Sebastian had his eyes closed as well and he had thrown his head back. He really looked like he was enjoying it.* "Wait my lord, I want us to come together." He said sliding his member out of me.* My body landed gently on the bed and my butler's cold left hand gripped my waist. Both of us were panting. I felt every inch of his length entering once again slowly inside me and separating my warm inner walls again. His right hand moved to my dripping hardness, his long fingers wrapped around it. Sebastian's fingernails were creating a black vertical line as his hand was bobbing on my erected member. His length started sliding in and out again in a fast rhythm making my walls heating up at the friction. My pulse started getting faster and faster. The pleasure had reached its limit. "Ahh! N-no Sebastian. If u do that... uh... I will... cum..." I managed to say between my breaths and moans.* "Then come my lord.." "AHH! SEBASTIAN!"*I moaned one more time and released myself. My erected member twitched, exploding semen across my stomach and higher. Sebastian continued moving in and out fast, removing his hand from my member. His body leaned down onto mine. I could hear him moaning and panting lightly into my ear. I ran my fingers through his soft black hair. He thrust once more forcefully. My grip tightened on his hair. I felt his cum running inside me. His member was removed almost immediately, still spilling out some white liquid. I didn't move though because I knew that If I did there was going to be a mess. The red eyed demon laid next to me.* "Did you enjoyed it, my lord?"**He asked still panting. I glanced at him and nodded. His palm brushed my cheek, I leaned into it and pressed my lips against it. Sebastian smiled and a blush was drawn on my face again. "SEBASTIAN YOU ANIMAL!"

Name: Tsorin Delour Age: 24 Appearance: Eyes: coal black Hair: black Build: olive skin tone and average height Personality: Crude. Professionalism when needed. Jealous. Dominating. Willing to blackmail to get what he wants. Bio: Tsorin spent his time bullying the weak to keep himself preoccupied. It's simply what he'd always done. He came from a home where his mother adored him and his father worked hard to spoil him. He lived an easy, if not simple, life growing up. Now, almost finished with college, Tsorin runs a business diligently with utmost professionalism. If only he had some way to pass the time between the long boring meetings. ----------------POST----------------- The day was as any other, full of promise... promise to being another dull day. Tsorin had, once again, needed to go through a meeting and take care of applications for the open position of office assistant at the business he ran. He was one of the youngest bosses in the industry and he held that honor with pride. The downfall? His every waking hour held zero entertainment. Of course, being in school helped some. He was able to enjoy his mornings taking advantage of his current object of bullying. Sure, he had bullied plenty before, but his current target had a thrill rushing through Tsorin's spine. Hinata... he was a dorky looking freshman at the college. One that was especilly fun to bully over the course of the year so far. Tsorin rubbed the back of his head as the image of the mouser hair and dark eyes played across his mind. The black frame from the dork's glasses making his eyes stand out more. Shaking his head, Tsorin tried to clear his mind of thoughts of the freshman. Perhas he wasn't as awake as he thought he was. He tried turning his focus ahead of him as he walked through the hallway toward the caffeteria. He needed to quickly grab something to eat before heading to his business class. He knew they were having a workshop today on the study of stocks. Not like he hears enought about stocks at work. Grumbling, he waved a hand above his head as of to push his thoughts away. "Focus. Tsorin, focus." He stepped in the caffeteria and pulled his wallet free from his pants pocket. "I should make that moron buy me breakfast."

Name: Senoo Nanba Age: 26 Height: 5'10" Occupation: Bartender Role: Alpha Personality: Blunt & Honest; Impulsive, his emotions can heavily guide him; Attentive to his surroundings & the people within it; The raven haired man watched carefully as an omega approached the end of the bar, he wasn't watching him with caution but with a bit of concern for the the blonde seemed to have had a bit too much to drink and alone to top it off. Senoo, as a decent person, didn't want the blonde to drive home in such a state and was waiting to see if he was going to get in a taxi or attempt to drive himself. Senoo, seeing that the other man had an empty glass, walked over towards the blonde and began filling his glass with water to help sober him up a bit before he went home. "Drink this." He said placing the glass in front of the other, he then averted his gaze from the omega and began looking around the bar, it was almost closing time so there were only a few stragglers about. "Were you guys celebrating something?" The bartender asked as he put the jug of water behind the counter, then pulling out cloth to wipe down the counter. Whenever a bartender did that it was usually because they had nothing else to do or wanted to keep company with one of the customers for their sake. Senoo stole a few glances of the blonde, he seemed to be very handsome and fit for an omega. He knew the blonde was an actor for an omega company but he had never seen his work, he only knew the other was an actor due to overhearing a few things earlier from the other omega's in the bar.

Author's note: This is my first fan fiction actually being posted so please bear with me while I give this a shot. I've done lots of writing things but never have I done any yaoi or actually posted any of my writing except one time for a class something had to be published. I hardly know where I'm going with this story and I'm sorry if it is too strong for some people. I do appreciate feedback though. It is always welcome. Here I go. P.s Before I get started I should say that this is an ongoing thing and I'll try to add to it periodically. I doubt it will be too long but I do plan to build a bit before it all comes crashing down. Summary: "He's dangerous... I have to run, escape and but I feel like I'm suffocating already.... So, this is what it's like to be caught by a snake..." [/hr] "Why are you bringing this up? Isn't it just some stupid rumor?" One voice could be heard. "No, I seriously heard that the Student council president dumped her," another female replied to her friend. "So then he's free?" The skeptical voice was growing more curious, higher pitched with the happiness beginning to manifest. "Ya, but who else could he want to date after dumping the most popular girl in school?" The two girls grew quieter in thought. Finally, peace at last. The door slid open and a tall male with darker gray hair, shorter in the back with longer bangs all combed to one side that almost covered one eye completely if not for the gaps in strands. The male pushed his glasses up his nose a tiny bit so they stood at the very top, his sharp eyes, narrow beyond the rectangular frames of glass. Everyone in the room fell silent, eyes focused on the male who strode down the last row of desks to find his seat in the very back. However, before he made it to his desk, he stopped at the desk just before it which was usually empty, but for some reason, it wasn't right now. The male sitting in the chair had his head lowered the whole time. His hands were between his knees at the moment and he was feeling even more on edge then ever before. 'This guy's dangerous. I can feel it.' The teen thought as his eyes came off his desk and onto the pair of shiny black shoes that belonged to the gray hair's male. "Who are you?" The voice was smooth as silk but colder then ice. It had a sweet, enticing tone but it was dripping with dangerous intent. The tall male's eyes studied the clearly smaller male with almost completely uncontrollable dark, forest green hair. "Is this your seat?" The smaller male replied while still looking down, apparently not responding to the question asked of him. His voice sounded fairly steady considering he was looking like a mouse being eyes by a hawk. "I don't recall ever seeing you before. Outsiders are not welcome in this school and as student council president I can not over look this." Just as the words finished leaving the male's lips, the teacher entered and clapped her hands making everyone rush to their seats. All except the student council president who still had his attention at the student before him. The teacher took quick notice and interrupted saying, "I see you've met our new student? He just transferred today from the states." She was specifically talking to the president who's eyes narrowed farther in disapproval. Still, if he was a registered student, there was nothing more that he could do so the male turned and took his own seat. "Now," the teacher continued, focusing more on the new student. "would you like to introduce yourself Mr. Masaoka?" The new student rose from his seat and held up his head now show a strange amount of confidence that wasn't too apparent earlier. "My name is Hiro Masaoka and I'm originally from Okinawa. We moved to the states when I was 12 and I lived in LA until we finally moved to Tokyo just a few weeks ago. It's a pleasure to work with you." The male bowed to the point of his torso being parallel with the floor. Luckily he turned because he'd have slammed his head against the desk otherwise. He was actually rather short but at least his uniform covered up just how scrawny and slim his body really was. The male returned to his seat and tried to focus on what they were about to learn. Of course, he couldn't help but zero in on the soft voice behind him whisper, "Interesting." He really did catch the attention of someone dangerous. Keeping your head down doesn't seem to always work.

Summary: Bonds is a heart warming story about two teenage boys Miru, and Kouta, who have lived together for years due to their mothers joining forces after both husbands left them. The story follows them through a journey of hardship, testing just how strong their ‘bond’ really is. Status: In Progress Warnings: Adulthood incoming (Possibly yaoi scenes, haven't decided yet) Chapters: [1] Feedback is Welcomed Chapter 1 Miru swung his legs backwards and forwards under the park bench. His big, bright, ice blue eyes focused on watching them appear, then disappear again, and again. The short, blonde and slightly curly haired boy took in a deep breath through the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. He raised his right, mittened hand, pulling the scarf down slightly. When he exhaled, his breath was visible in the air. “It’s okay. Onii-chan will be here soon..” He thought. A worried expression adorned on the young, 14 year olds face. A shiver took over his small frame making him snuggle down in his jacket and rub his hands together to get warm. The cold winter’s day was starting to get to Miru’s mood. He didn’t quite like winter. Not only did he have to wear multiple layers of clothes, and a giant jacket, which, by the way made him look fat in his opinion. He also had to wear mittens, a woolly hat, and boots. Miru disliked the boots the most. They were big, and heavy. They always made him slip over while walking on any path. But that is to say, that even though Miru didn’t like winter, he didn’t hate it either. Winter still had it’s upsides. Like warm fires with marshmallows, or even hot coco for example. The thought of hot coco made Miru smile, his cheeks flushing slightly. Oh how he would enjoy a nice cup of hot coco right now. The vision of sitting in some place warm, with a giant steaming cup of hot coco in his hands filling his mind. He gritted his teeth, the cold breeze pulling him back to reality. Miru still liked winter, just a little. He never hated anything. Hate was something that Miru just didn’t really comprehend. He thought there was always something good in everything and everyone. The worried expression returned to his features, and he bit down on his bottom lip when he saw a snow flake fall right down in front of his face. When the sound of a motorbike approached, Miru’s head snapped in the very direction. He watched as it pulled up beside the park bench, on the walk way. “Onii-chan!” Miru said excitedly, jumping from his seat and almost slipping over. “Why are you out here? Why didn’t you wait inside the school?” Miru’s ‘Onii-chan’ questioned. He was a tall, older looking boy. A half smiled played on his features. “Well?” He questioned further, crossing his arms over his chest and pressing them against his leather jacket. “I wanted to wait out here.” Miru said happily, carefully walking over to the bike. “Can we get hot coco?” “Hot coco, huh?” The older boy pondered, an expression of slight interest on his face. “What’s that again?” He teased. “Kouta!” Miru whined, huffing in annoyance. His brows furrowed, his expression more of a pout than a frown. The older boy, Kouta, was tall with black styled hair. His hair was longer than Miru’s, and sat between his chin and shoulders. It was often styled in some weird way that made others look, and made Miru question the possibility of the styles existence. Miru never understood how Kouta was able to make his hair sit in such ways. Kouta wore a few accessories. Four piercings split between his ears. One on each lobe, and two on the top cartilage of his left ear. His fingers adorned a few rings, and his nails were painted black. Except for the chained necklace that hung from his neck with a matching bracelet, his last accessory was the chain that hung from his black jeans, connecting his wallet to his belt. “Alright.” Kouta said, putting a hand forward and petting Miru. “You must be cold, lets go.” Miru smiled excitedly, the thoughts of hot coco filling his head once more. He went to the back of the bike and unwrapped the helmet from the cargo net that was attached. “Onii-chan, how come you never wear a helmet? What if you get hurt?” Miru asked, looking down at the helmet in his hands. Kouta smiled, and indicated for Miru to get on the back. “Impossible. I can’t do that.” “Whys that?” Miru placed the helmet on his head, on top of the woolly hat and clipped it on. He climb onto the back of the motorbike, a confused expression on his features as he faced towards Kouta’s back. Kouta looked over his shoulder at Miru, a smirk forming on his lips. “Because if I got hurt, it would make you sad.” He faced forwards, now smiling. He started the bike when he felt Miru’s arms wrap around his waist tightly. … Miru’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he watched the waiter place the hot chocolate, and small bowl full of tiny pink and white marshmallows in front of him. He reached out, picking up a few and placing them inside his mug. Kouta watched curiously, taking in the aroma of his coffee. Miru had placed even more marshmallows inside his hot chocolate. Then more, and then some more, leaving the little bowl almost empty. “Don’t you have enough marshmallows already?” Kouta questioned, looking from the hot chocolate with a mountain of marshmallows, to Miru who was now stuffing the small marshmallows in his mouth. Miru started to speak, but all that he could be heard was mumbles and noises that no one could make out. It made Kouta smile. He chewed up the marshmallows and swallowed quickly. “There’s no such thing as enough marshmallows! Too many?! Impossible!” He exclaimed, this time using his hands for emphasis. “Alright then.” Kouta sighed happily. He reached out, pushing the little marshmallow bowl closer to Miru. “Eat them all up.” Miru nodded and smiled like a hungry kitten, straight away digging into what was left of the marshmallows. It wasn’t long before he was done, and his eyes focused on Kouta. “Aren’t going to drink your hot chocolate? Or did you just want it for the marshmallows?” Kouta questioned, raising a brow and watching the curious expression form on Miru’s features. “It’s too hot.” Miru stated simply, his eyes now watching Kouta’s mug closely. “Can I taste yours?” “Mine? I don’t think you’ll like mine.” Kouta replied, but nonetheless offered his mug to Miru. Miru took the mug with both hands. He sniffed it and crinkled his nose. He pulled the cup to his lips and tipped it up slightly, allowing the coffee to pour into his mouth. Straight away, Kouta let out a loud laugh upon seeing the expression of disgust on Miru’s face, followed by the frown as he tried to shove the mug back into Kouta’s hands. “I told you.” Kouta said, taking the mug from Miru and placing it down in front of him. “I think you should just stick to hot chocolate.” He teased. “That stuff is gross!” Miru still had a frown on his face. “Why does everyone drink that? You drink it, my teachers drink it, even our Moms drink it! Why?” Miru pulled a face of disgust once again, picking up his hot chocolate and taking a sip. He gladly took a mouthful, and chewed on the marshmallows that slipped into his mouth. “Well, for a few different reasons. I don’t think it tastes that bad, there are many different types, and it helps keep you awake.” Kouta replied to Miru’s questions. “So? Other things keep you awake too! Like apples! Apples are quite effective at keeping you awake.” Miru let out a sigh, sitting his mug down. “I read it today in class.” He smiled softly. “You like reading, huh?” Kouta looked over to Miru, watching him smile and nod. “Maybe we should go to the library tomorrow and get you a card?” Miru’s face lit up with excitement. “Really? You mean it?! I wanted to in our last town, but Mom said no.” His face turned slightly sad. “But how can we get one without my Mom?” Kouta reached over to rub the top of Miru’s head, running his fingers through the soft blonde hair. “I’ll get it in my name. Just make sure to return them so there are no fees. Okay?” Miru nodded happily. He was starting to enjoy their new life in the city. Before they had lived in smaller towns. But now, they finally lived in the city. It meant moving a long way, and starting at a new school. But Miru didn’t mind, as long as Kouta came too. … The next day, after their trip to the library, Miru was happily reading one of his borrowed books in their small living room. He laid on his stomach, his head propped up by his hands and his legs swinging behind him joyfully. The TV on in the background, even though he wasn’t watching it. Miru hummed a tune as he turned the pages in the book. What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon, in Miru’s opinion. Reading and absorbing knowledge. He had borrowed three books from the library. One on food; since he loved to eat. One on history; for school. And one on exotic birds; Because they were pretty, which was the one he was reading now. Kouta’s mother, Chiyo came home early. Her chin length hair in a mess and bags in her arms. She placed them on the ground and sighed, closing the door behind her. Chiyo’s eyes flicked over to Miru. First the sight of no one watching the TV caught her attention, then the sight of the books beside Miru and the one sitting in front of him. She walked over, picking up the remote and turning off the TV. She threw it onto the couch, now standing over Miru. “Where did you get these?” She asked rudely, folding her arms over her chest and watching Miru look up at her, confused. “I got them from the library.” Miru replied innocently. He sat up, crossing his legs and picking up the book. He held the book in front of him, his eyes watching Chiyo. “Liar!” She shouted, snatching the book from Miru’s hands. “Your Mother has been working non-stop, and you couldn’t have gotten them on your own!” Miru ducked in fear, his hands now resting in his lap. He looked down, watching Chiyo’s feet. “It’s the truth.. Kouta got them for me..” He said softly, his body tense. “Stop talking back!” Chiyo began to shout again, throwing the book on top of the other ones. She reached out, grabbing Miru forcefully by the shirt and making him stand. “Come with me!” She said sternly. Kouta stepped into the scene, a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his body. He grabbed a hold of his mother’s wrist, squeezing to make her let go of Miru.. “What do you think you’re doing?” Kouta snapped, his eyes focused on Chiyo. He stepped in front of Miru protectively. “This has nothing to do with you. Step out of the way!” Chiyo glared at Kouta, fury in her eyes. “Why don’t you just tell me what he did wrong, huh?” Kouta questioned, crossing his arms over his dripping wet body. “The little runt dares to lie and talk back to me! That’s what!” Chiyo started. “Not to mention he leaves the TV on when he doesn’t even watch it! We have to pay for that!” Kouta scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “Miru doesn’t lie. I got the library card for him so that he could borrow books.” “You aren’t responsible enough for that! You’ll both just incur fees!” “Oh shut up!” Kouta snapped. “If he has the TV on, ask him not to if he’s not watching. He’s a good kid. Besides, he’s not YOUR kid! So you don’t have a right to punish him. Go get your nails done or something.” Fury started to spread from Chiyo’s eyes, now engulfing her entire face. “Nails are important! Without a good appearance you can’t get a job!” Kouta rolled eyes. “Shut up you miserable bitch.” He stated harshly, only to be met with a slap across his face. His head turned left, in the opposite direction it was hit. His wet hair was sticking to his face, and his right cheek started to go red. He watched as his Mother stormed out of the small apartment, everything now calming and the sounds of Miru sobbing now hitting his ears. … Inside their bedroom, Miru sat on his bed, still sobbing. He was watching Kouta dry off and get changed with wet, blurred vision. As soon as Kouta was dressed, he went over to Miru, using his towel to dry his eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked softly. Miru shook his head and began to sob more, his arms wrapping around Kouta and clinging tightly. “Shhh… It’s okay.. She didn’t hurt you did she?” Kouta questioned, rocking Miru backwards and forwards slightly. Miru shook his head again, his sobs softening slightly. He reached out, caressing the red mark that was left on Kouta’s right cheek. “I.. I got.. you.. in trouble..” He stuttered out, almost taking a breath at each word. Kouta smiled. “I’m fine. She was out of line. She shouldn’t take her stress out on you. You haven’t done anything wrong.” Miru shook his head. “But I made you fight.. and call her a bad name..” He continued to touch the cheek gently, now fairly calm and no longer sobbing. “It’s better if she’s angry at me than you. She shouldn’t attack you any more. She knows yelling at you was the wrong thing to do.” “But now she’s mad at you..” Miru snuggled against Kouta, letting out a big, deep sigh. “I said it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Kouta raised a hand and sat it on top of Miru’s head, beginning to stroke his hair softly. … Come Monday, things had settled down at home. It was a brand new week, and Miru’s second day at school. It was about lunch time, and Miru was sitting at his desk with his bento in front of him. He let out a sigh, and started to untie the cloth that was wrapped around it. Other students could be heard whispering and gossiping out in the hallway. It was getting closer and closer towards his classroom, until it filled the very room. Miru looked up as a small carton of strawberry milk was placed in front of him. His face lit up at the sight of Kouta. “Onii-chan~!” Miru said with excitement. His eyes didn’t last on Kouta for long though. They of course trailed their way down Kouta’s arm and to the carton of milk. “Well, are you going to take it?” Kouta questioned, letting the carton go. He reached out to take the chair belonging to the desk in front of Miru’s. He pulled it back against the front of Miru’s desk, sitting down. Miru happily reached out, grabbing the milk and opening it straight away. He stabbed the straw in, and began to sip away. “You were waiting for me to show up on Friday huh?” Kouta said, letting out a happy sigh at the sight of Miru drinking the milk. Miru nodded, still drinking from the carton of milk. He pulled it from his mouth and sat it down in front of him. He opened his bento and extended a spare pair of chopsticks to Kouta. “I’m fine. You eat.” Kouta said, placing a sandwich on the desk in front of him. He was ignoring the people that had crowded the classroom. He hated dealing with them, which is why he didn’t come to school in the first place. Miru pouted a little but nodded. He began to eat happily. The two of them spoke while they ate, ignoring all politeness rules. When Kouta was done eating he stood. He reached out and placed a hand on Miru’s head, ruffling his hair. “I’m going back to work.” He stood, returning the chair to where it was. A sad expression spread over Miru’s features. “Okay..” He said softly, still eating but now very slowly. “Don’t be like that. I’ll pick you up after school okay?” Kouta smiled, turning and leaving a now happy Miru behind. As soon as Kouta left, and was out of sight, students surrounded Miru. “Who was that?” One asked. “Where does he go to school?” Asked another. “Does he have a girlfriend?!” Asked one of the girls. The question making Miru feel a little awkward. Kouta was always popular, no matter where they went. He understood why. Kouta was tall, and strong. He was good at sports and fighting. He was smart, and.. handsome too.. The many sights of seeing Kouta naked in the past flooded into his head, his cheeks turning a bright red. He was quickly brought back to reality by the commotion of his classmates. “O-oh..” He let out. “That’s Kouta…” He started. “He doesn’t really go.. to school.. He’s meant to go here though!” He laughed nervously. “I don’t think he has a girlfriend, we just moved here.” The boys started to calm down while the girls started to get more excited. It made Miru laugh nervously again. He began to pack up his bento, placing it into his bad and standing. “I.. I have to go..” He said softly, grabbing his bag and running out of the classroom. He rushed down a few different hallways but then stopped and leaned against a wall once he was alone. “Onii-chan…” He let out a soft sigh, hugging his bag to his chest tightly.

Next Stop Status: In Progress Warning: This story will likely contain adult themes such as sex, drug use, violence, etc etc etc. You get the point. ___________________________________________________________ Summary Katsuki loves his life. He has two great friends, his grades are well above average and his family is well off. What more could a high school senior need? Myka hates his life. He has no friends, his grades are slipping and he's barely able to get by with what little money his father leaves him each month. Fate doesn't exist, its only by blind luck that these two end up meeting on a lonely train ride. As for what follows... Note So this is my first real attempt at a BL story, so while I ask that you forgive any mistakes I also ask that you provide as much feedback as you're able to. I would absolutely love to be able to draw the characters to give you a better idea of what they look like, but I have like 0 artistic skills. Instead, I'll be posting a text based character sheet that'll describe all of the important characters to the best of my ability. I ask that you read that first so I don't end up falling into the trap of having to describe the main characters in detail for the first 3000 words. Anyway, Im not sure how regularly Im going to post, it depends entirely on my mood and free time. Thanks for reading!

I can’t even begin to explain how completely insane this is. It’s as if it’s some alternate universe where someone- not me, but someone who looks like me, and reacts like I do, is in a situation that I would never find myself in. Perhaps I tell myself that because I can’t cope with the complete failure that I have become. I try not to think about it. I’ve always tried not to think to much about what I’m doing, because if I do, I become overwhelmed- because if I allow myself to think, I think to much, and the depression sinks in so quickly and so completely that all I can think of are ways that I could escape- not escape so that I could undo all the damage I have done, but escape from the world of the living through any means necessary. And it has become very clear that escape is not allowed. The very thought of escape is not allowed. This world- for it is a world in and of itself in this castle, is so dark, so different from the airy sky-islands or even the lush variety of land on the surface, that it drains energy. I have tried- oh how I have tried to escape, but without Fi I am nothing. How did I let this happen? I find myself wondering over the fates of my friends, of the people who stood in the way of the demon- and when I do, the anger that swells within me is enough to warrant an attack- I can’t contain it. I can’t control it. And my entire body festers in the anger until it threatens to tear me apart. I want to know. I want to at least know what happened in the world outside these gates, to see the destruction that my failure has caused. Why the hell did this fall to me anyway? What did they expect!? I was nothing- I wasn’t at the top of my class, I wasn’t a warrior I wasn’t a knight. If the goddess chose me, she made a horrible choice- if it had been anyone else- Pipin for example, we wouldn’t have been where we are now. Why did I follow that goddamn spirit out in the middle of the night? Why didn’t I go back to bed and forget what I had seen. Why did I do any of this? I have doomed us all- and everyone should had seen it coming! The way that Groose did. We had an entire army of knights, yet they let me, time and time again, venture to the surface alone. I cannot blame myself entirely- because this should have never fallen to me to begin with. But that does not change the fact that I failed. "Good morning, Skychild." So it’s morning now, is it? You would never know in the perpetual gloom that sinks over this land and never lets up. The clouds that I once dwelt above are a blockade now, dark and brooding. They no longer offer any comfort. Lord Ghirahim’s mocking voice rings in my ears, and I want to rip him apart. I want my sword so that I might slice that wicked grin off his arrogant face. "Are you ready to come out of your cell, yet?"He leans against the bars of my prison, head tilted with that ridiculous hair blocking the view of a full half of his face, and speaks as if talking to a caged dog he’s trying to get to stop chewing on the furniture. I am not his pet. I glare up at him and scowl. "I had hoped that you would eventually see the light,” his face shows a tinge of sorrow, but I’m certain that he’s faking it. I growl at him. I’m getting out of here. I’ve exhausted all my ideas, but as long as I am alive I have the ability to think. And I will not trust this spirit- I wonder what he has done with Fi. "Skychild," his tone is one of warning, and I can see the white fabric cape he had been wearing disappear in a flash of light. Good. He’s angry. He comes down here, to taunt me every day- I remain in his mind and that tells me that he still considers me a threat. I look up at him- I can mock as well as he does with a plastered-on smile and a gleam in my eyes. I am defiant. And he knows it. He is not my sword and he sure as hell isn’t my master. "Master wants me to kill you," the demon lord explains for the thousandth time, "It is only by my good nature that you survive. You would think that you would be a little more grateful." Then kill me. Kill me- unless something is stopping you. I continue to watch him, silent and defiant. "Pretty little hero," he mocks, shaking his head his ridiculous piercing clacking against the cold metal bars, "Who are you trying to protect now?" And he’s gone. I hate it when he does that. There’s absolutely no reason to do that. He’s going to reappear somewhere creepy- I know it. That’s just the way that thing is. He’s trying to freak me out and I’m not going to- I scream and scamper backwards as he appears within inches of my face. My heart pounds against my rib cage as I foolishly back myself into a corner. Why do I keep letting him get me like that? I take deep calming breaths and glare at him, at the intrusion of my personal space and the violation of what little composure I have left. I hate him. And he’s crawling on top of me. This time I won’t let him get the reaction he wants. No, I know what he wants, and I am not going to give him the satisfaction. Why is everyone in this realm so huge? He does it to be menacing, I’m sure of it. I don’t know if the spirits can control their height or not, but Fi wasn’t twice my size, and the man- the thing towering over me always used his size to try and intimidate me. I take a deep breath and tell myself that it doesn’t matter. I’ve felled foes larger then him, I’m trained- I’m almost a knight- And his hands are at the sides of my face as he stares down at me, his hair falling away and revealing his entire countenance with those demonic glowing eyes. He’s staring into me. He thinks that I will falter- but he’s wrong. "Skychild," he repeats- and it is still not my name, "You need to stop this foolish struggling." He forces me to look up at him, into those glowing eyes- and I can feel the rest of the world melting away… No! I jerk my eyes closed violently and try to wretch my head from his grasp- but he’s strong- so strong- and all I hear is an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. Let him be angry. I don’t care. I know I only tire myself out fighting, but I want him off of me and lash out, pushing him away, bracing myself with the floor to push him off of me. "Stop that," he says and his voice is one of warning. The tone that tells me a "punishment" is coming. He repeats it in the same voice as I try to scamper out from under him. "I am tired of this," and it shows in his voice and the scowl on his face, as the milky white of his skin is beginning to fade into a shining onyx. "Stop this insufferable disobedience right now.” Never. It comes across in my eyes and he hits me hard enough to make the small room spin. I want my sword, but I don’t need it to fight against him. I kick up, pushing him away and allowing myself to scuttle across the floor, but it’s a temporary escape and he grabs me by the wrist hard enough for me to hear a sickening crunch. It doesn’t matter if I lose- he only needs to know that I will never submit. My vision is still blurry as he moves with that inhuman swiftness, pinning me down and doing his damnedest, despite my struggles, to hold me open for him. How is that type of strength possible? Is he drawing it from his master? "Stop. Struggling." he hisses again, his voice commanding and frightening, but I’m beyond fear. I let out an exasperated grunt and use the wall behind me for momentum to shove against him, but he’s stronger still and slides an arm under my back. "There you are," his words are soothing- does he think… what does he think? "Calm down Skychild, and I won’t have to hurt you." I hate that name. I hate it so much. It reminds me of everything I was, of everything I lost- and I must have been crying because I felt the tears streaming across my cheeks. Not now, of all times, goddamn it. Absolutely not right now. And he’s kissing my tears away. What the holy hell is that? "Calm down, Skychild," he instructs again in little more then a whisper, running those hands up and down my back. That is not my name. Not my name. Not who I am. He’s so much stronger then I am- and after everything I’ve been through, he has nothing better to do then to sit here, holding me and pretending to know who I am? I want to kill him- I want my blade to be the thing that spills his blood and causes him to draw his last breath- I want… "Everything is going to be alright," He assures me, and pins me to the ground. I wish I was strong enough to kill him. Instead, I find myself burrowing into that diamond-patterned fabric, so ashamed of who I am, of what I have become that nothing he does to me matters anymore. None of it is of any consequence. Because I can’t escape. I know that. So for all purposes, I’m already dead. And it doesn’t matter what happens to a dead man. So I let him kiss my closed eyes, and I try to tell myself that at least it’s some kind of contact- at least I’m not completely alone in the darkness anymore. I try to tell myself that maybe if I give into him he’ll let me go- or give me more freedom so that I can try to find a way to escape. And I let myself believe it. I’m desperate, and he can feel it, he can feel the change as the tension in my body is replaced by defeat. And he’s back to his soft kisses, across my jawline and down my neck and I have to admit that after so long of nothing, then pain, that a little bit of pleasure has to be taken when it’s offered. I know how stupid it is. I know what I’m doing wrong. And I tell myself that I’m only doing it because I have some small hope that he’s going to release me. And by the time that he’s at my lips I’ve stopped telling myself anything altogether. I don’t care anymore. That demon tongue… he has amazing control and I give up thinking and just live in a tactile wonderland of sensation. I escape from my practical mind and think of nothing more then the way his soft hands feel on my warm body, of the way his tongue massages against my own. I had nearly bitten it in half once- but now the desire to do so has drained from me. I can take solace in the feelings it brings. He becomes… less violent when I’m not trying to push him away. He isn’t mocking me for giving in or hurting me like I thought he would. He defies expectations by pulling away from my mouth and nibbling down my chest, the one bright red eye that I could see locked with my own, taking in my puzzlement. He’s leading me up to something- I know it. This is the calm before the storm. I don’t close my legs when he pries them apart, I only pull myself a little farther up, bracing my back with the cold stone wall and watching, shaking with anticipation- I have no idea what he’s going to do. I know he wants to hurt me. And a million things dance through my imagination- the vast majority involving some kind of genital torture that my brain won’t finish fathoming- it sees no reason to put me through any kind of anguish when it knows that I’m about to experience it in the outside. He grabs my dick and I freeze, every muscle tense- afraid that if I move or breath it will spur him on to something terrible. He rests the other hand on my side and looks down at me with a smile. "See?" he asks, "Doesn’t it feel better to give in? Look how excited you are." What the hell is he talking about? Don’t think about it. Should I try to hide the fear in my eyes? Does it matter? But those thoughts melt away as he picks up a rhythm and moves his long fingers expertly across my cock- the fear never leaves me, but the sensations are enough to provoke strange sounds and feelings of relief as he seems to know just when to squeeze and just where to touch, playing nimbly with the little bundle of nerves under my head, and teasing at the slit, squeezing the shaft to provide that extra little friction- I don’t notice that my arms are around his neck until he stops and pulls his hand away. What the fuck is going on? His fingers are at my mouth and I assume he wants me to open it- there’s something coating them, salty, sweet- my precum… Oh fuck. He’s… I’m… This is so fucked up. This is beyond the ability for my psyche to understand, and I’m not even going to try. He takes my chin in his fingertips and forces me to look up at him. "What’s wrong Skychild?" He asks, and for once it doesn’t sound as if he’s mocking me, "Let yourself go. Enjoy it. Haven’t you ever done this before?" Done- what the actual fuck? No. No I’ve never gotten a hand job from a demon in a cell after the goddamn apocalypse before. I can’t even… I can’t even really wrap my head around that as it’s happening. I can feel my anger rising again, but it fades as he pushes violently against my lips, warm and inviting, leading the way, leading to what I can only assume is hell, and I’ve stopped fighting. His tongue. is magical, and it puts me at ease. By the time he pulls back, I’m in his lap and I have no idea what I’m doing there. The bulge grinding against me shocks me- I honestly didn’t think that the spirits had… well, anything down there. But obviously, I was wrong. He had something. And it was in proportion to his body. What the- did he want me to do something? No- thank god, no, he was sliding me off his lap and back onto the floor. The panic was slowly easing itself away when he loomed over me again. He kissed the side of my jaw, then nibbled up my ear, and I shocked myself by wrapping my arms around his neck again. There was something desperately wrong with me. I’m letting him play with me- I’m… involved in my own downfall. Perhaps it’s what I deserve. "Still the strong, silent type?" He asks me, whispering, his hot breath against my ear. What does he want me to say? "Never mind" there’s an underlying laughter, and the memories of that laugh come flooding back- nothing good follows it. Demons and beasts of nightmares are summoned with that laughter, traps and battles and hell itself. I jerk my arms back and prop myself up, and I know that the fear shows now. I wish he would just do what he was planning and leave me to my own suffering. His gloved hand is tracing little triangles across my chest, and I lay my head against the wall and try to breath, try to will myself through this. He’s a cat with a mouse. And suddenly, his hands are at my hips and he’s jerking me to the floor again. I brace myself and stare up at him as he looms over me, licking his lips with that unsettling tongue of his. "So beautiful for a mortal," He must have been talking about me, and it angers me. As my eyes narrow, he notices and tries a correction, "Don’t be upset Skychild. Relax. Your life doesn’t have to be like this. If you show me that I can trust you, then you could have a very different environment. I can let you see the sun again.” He’s lying. Isn’t he? It would be a lie to say that I consider myself experienced with sexual relationships, but I thought I knew what he was planning when he positioned himself between my legs, and I searched desperately for a way to deal with it. I looked up at him, judging him, resting there with his hands on my thighs, forcing them open, and I struggled, trying to will myself to say something- something that would stop what I knew was coming. Would it hurt? Of course. Ghirahim was going to do it, so it was going to hurt. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to prepare myself. He spoke again. "Are you afraid, SkyChild?” I opened my eyes and looked up at him- he wore that arrogant smirk that so often led to trouble for me. He knew the answer. I covered my face with my hands, ran them through my hair and looked back up at him. He was laughing under his breath, laughing at me- at how pathetic I had become. "I’m not going to try to hurt you,” The promise fell from his lying lips, “so you need to relax.” I looked down at his erection and suddenly, the realization of what was happening hit me full force. He was a big man, and… this was not going to work. Just- even if I had wanted it, there was no way- spatially, physically, it wasn’t something that could happen- And he was smiling as the first intense bolt of pain shot through me. It burned and stretched and even though he stopped, it hurt- an intense pain that shot through me, and forced my body to clench, to jerk, to try and scuttle away- but he reached down and held me by my shoulders, bolted to the spot. I hadn’t realized I had been screaming until the silence startled me. "It isn’t that bad," he chastised, and then added, "relax,” in a tone that made such an act impossible. There was no escape, and as he lunged forward, forming a path through my body-a body that rejected him outright, more pain shot through me, and I knew that something was horribly, horribly wrong. This was not happening. I cried out again and reached for the only thing I could find, wrapping my arms around his back and clawing at him, no longer consciously pushing him away or accepting- my mind was focused only on the pain and the ordeal going on inside. Everything was stretched out of place, rearranged to make room for him, and by the time I felt his hips push against my balls, something inside sent a bolt of electricity through my spine and I felt as if I were going to pass out. I saw stars against a black background and a brilliant flash, and nothing else mattered. I was spasming, twitching, and I couldn’t stop until he had pulled back. "Now," he smiled, and brushed my face with his free hand, one that wasn’t holding me down, "This is the part that you’re going to like.” Liar. He thrust forward again, both hands on my shoulders, but this time there was no path to forge, and all pretense of gentility was abandoned- he slammed into me with the force of a killing stroke, forcing me to brace myself against the wall to avoid slamming my head into it. But what he said was true, the pain was lessened almost to the point of nonexistence, and as he slammed again, the bolt of pleasure lit up my nervous system- and the world outside my body melted away. This happened again and again, but I had lost track of everything- I had all but forgotten about him as anything other then the cause of this feeling of euphoria. I was aware of an intense pain, of a soreness, but it was distant and far away, as if I were under the influence of some wonderful drug, and in my consciousness, all that was really present was the rhythmic feeling of those glorious bolts- he had somehow timed it so that one would begin just as the shuddering rays of the last had faded out. I had no control of my muscles as they hit, I knew that I had to be ripping the flesh from his back, but it would heal and it didn’t seem to be slowing him down. I could hear the rhythmic breathing he let out becoming more and more erratic, but it seemed far away and inconsequential. The euphoria wasn’t fading as it had been, he was moving too quickly, and the part I didn’t get to experience before a new wave set in was building, had no release, was burning, and I screamed at the sensation. The tension it created was unbearable- my body ached at it, but he continued his onslaught, merciless and uninhibited, slamming with all his might at blinding, erratic speed. I buried my head in his shoulder and held on, riding the waves of pleasure and praying for a release of the energy building up so high it hurt- And a flash blinded me as it did, as everything that had been building up spilled over, and my body was wracked with the overabundance, the energy, the pure ecstasy of the release, as every muscle tensed at once, and I felt my back arch, sending me into the arms of my lover, and reality hit hard and fast, shattering the facade and leaving me a panting mess. What was wrong with me? Did I just call Ghirahim my… No. No, I didn’t. I’m not insane. I tried to steady my breathing, but his arms were around me and he was kissing my forehead, no longer pounding into me, no longer doing anything but resting inside me and gently stroking me, purring with delight and leaving me confused, used, and weighted down with the world as it is now compared to what it had just been. I whimpered under his body weight and he slowly said something that I couldn’t hear, the orgasm still ringing through my body. He was counting. And he pulled out in one smooth motion and suddenly the path he was forged was cleared- emptied. I felt empty. I grabbed at him and tried to pull him back down, and he laid his head on my chest. After so long with no-one, it felt nice. I have forgotten all pretense, forgotten that I was supposed to be plotting an escape and took a few minutes to just enjoy the other living creature breathing into my chest. He kissed my chest and looked up at me, sticky- he had laid in the pool of my cum that had collected on my stomach and I was suddenly embarrassed about that- but it didn’t seem to bother him. "Did you enjoy that, Skychild?" I merely stared down at him in wonder. And it elicited another laugh. But for some reason, this one didn’t frighten me. "Keep up the good work. Show me that I can trust you, and I’ll let you out of this cell." He promised, and I didn’t believe him. "A warm bed with silk sheets, good meals, and you’ll see the sky again." I wasn’t going to get my hopes up. I nodded in understanding and pulled his head back to my chest. Just a little more time…

Chapter 1-Ritz Barron Creatures of darkness where being attacked by two enemies that usually did not combine. Humans used werewolves to kill the vampire race. The king and queen hid their son in an unmarked tomb. This child was named Ritz the next in line to the throne. Almost all the vampires were killed what remained in the cemetery fled. Ritz stayed in the tomb till he was strong enough to lift the lid off, that place where he was kept to be saved from the war. When he emerged everything was strange and new. At the time no one was around. He started to wonder hungry and angry the only thing he could think of was what his father told him. “Stay in here until you are strong enough to push the top off” his father said. It echoed in his brain as he wandered around. The first human he seen became his meal after that it became a bloodbath. He ate any human he saw and fought everyone even other vampires. This reign of terror lasted for hundreds of years till one brave human buried Ritz. they put chain upon chain they were thick. Sadly for the humans this did not last to long. He broke and started all over again. It continued till a werewolf named cian showed him that not all humans are bad After he was set straight Ritz vowed to never drain blood ever again. It was dark out this boy was about to be hurt in an alleyway. A shadow figure was on top a cross long hair thrashing around in the strong wind. The figure jumped down in front of the man who had a knife. “You wish to spill the blood of this young human am i correct” Ritz said fangs bared. “And what if i am? what are you a dog?” The man asked pointing the knife at him. “No i am a vampire.Ritz Barron is the name” Ritz said his eyes turned red the guy lunged at him. Jumping over him like it was nothing. “You missed” Ritz said the guy then swung around trying to cut him again still missing as Ritz just jumped out the way. When his hand was in right position Ritz kicked the knife out the guys hand. “You little…” the guy started to say but just then Ritz kicked him in the mouth. “Are you okay human boy?” Ritz asked extending a hand out to him the boy gently took his hand. Pulling him into the light Ritz saw a cut on the boys cheek. “You are hurt” Ritz said with anger in his voice. “I am fine it is just a cut” the boy said. “No you are hurt” Ritz said looking sad with his head down he saw his pants were ripped up.this made him even more angry. “Don't be angry” the boy said putting his head on Ritz. “Okay i will take you to my tomb human boy” Ritz said trying to pick him up. “My name is Kit” the boy said Ritz stopped trying to pick him up. “I am Ritz Barron,i am next in line for the throne of vampire king” Ritz said proudly standing straight up. Just the sun started to come up. “Should we go?” Kit asked pointing at the sun rising. “Yes” Ritz said grabbing Kit’s hand gently dragging him to the tomb the humans put Ritz when he was on a blood high. The tomb was big enough for two so Ritz put kit in the crawled in. “good night Ritz” Kit said as Ritz put the lid on right as the sun was coming up.

~Warning~ Though confusing this story does go from the girl dreaming to the boy who becomes the main character. There is violence in here such as rape, slavery, gang violence, blood and guts. Some parts do not make sense. Also some scenes may be written again because the world started over and or it is different in some manner.no one really dies in this story even when the world ends they all come back except bad guys. - - - Updated - - - ~Dreams bio~ A girl named Michelle Elizabeth Jones is in dreamland like Alice in wonderland it feels so real. In the dream is this boy Samuel Lee Denver takes the spotlight. Trying to survive the world that looks just like our world. So many this happens that makes no sense like his gem and his 112 character profile inside. His supposed father is always trying to kill him. If you do not believe in ghost,magic,monsters,demons,shadow people,leaf men,fairys and any other mystical creatures you might believe now. Join us in the adventures of sam and his friends.

Summary: Where an internet, superficial relationship can drive you too? Kai and Jun met in the internet and their personalities fit but, what would happen if the met in real life? Status: In progess Warning: This fiction is rated +18, that means that it contains strong language and explicit sex scenes. It's been long since I wrote anything longer than few lines, so I just wanted to give it another try. Writting relaxes me and helps me to feel less "caged", I don't excell in writting, not even close to good but I hope those who read it can enjoy it a little, I'm happy with that. I want to dedicate it to a friend who's a faithful reader and always encourages me to write.

The Four Horsemen || Brothers of the Apocalypse || :: AlphaZero :: [table=width: 500, class: outer_border, align: center] [tr] [td][/td] [/tr] [/table] [table=width: 200, align: center] [tr] [td] [size=1][font=palatino linotype][color=#ff3333][u]Summary:[/u][/color] In the immediate future, a series of natural disasters have turned the earth into a complete wasteland. All living organisms, including mankind, have been wiped off the face of the planet. The government, who was able to foresee this situation, took extreme measures in order to counter the worst-case scenario. The most extreme measure was the creation of the Project "FAMILY”. Four sets of seven young participants were carefully selected and placed into teams--War, Famine, Conquest, and Death. Each individual was then placed under cryogenic sleep in hopes of preserving the continued existence of mankind. Years later, they awaken to find themselves suddenly thrust into an unknown world. Confused and lost, they quickly come to realize that this wasn’t the same world they knew. [/font][/size] [/td] [/tr] [/table] If there are going to be comments, please message me instead of commenting. Thank you.

The older blonde yawned lightly as he exited his bedroom and entered the bathroom, he started getting ready for the morning - actually the afternoon since he stayed up late last night and slept through the morning. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, not bothering to take a shower for the moment. It had been about a week since his old family friend came to stay with him after his parents passing, which he didn't talk much about, and Saburo was happy he was able to see the other again after such a long time, as a writer he mostly stayed inside to focus on the deadlines. So it had been a few years since Saburo actually seen or spoke with Ryouji. When he was in college he had met with Ryouji and his family along with his own parents a few times but that was it, most of his memories of the other were when Saburo was in high school. In high school Saburo would babysit the other while his parents went out, he was always such a serious kid and it seems to stand true to this day. Saburo went into the kitchen to make some coffee, while he was doing so he tried to think of what to do with Ryouji for the day. Ryouji insisted the day he came over to do something in return for housing him, so Saburo was mostly using him for chores and then occasionally using him to check over his work for any errors. It seemed to Saburo that the man felt a bit of shame for having to house with him, probably he felt like he was too old to be living under someone else's roof but Saburo was excited for the company and a bit relieved to have Ryouji assist him with his work. "Ryou, you up yet?" He called down from the hallway as he made his way towards the other man's room, the room used to be used as Saburo's work station and where he occasionally fell asleep. After moving out the desk, couch, and his papers he moved a bed in plus some other things so that it would be fitting for Ryouji to sleep in. The older man leaned against the door frame waiting for an answer of some sort, he assumed Ryouji would be up by now since the last few days he seemed to get up earlier than himself but maybe he had also stayed up last night. Not waiting long Saburo opened Ryouji's door slightly, he didn't seem to mind barging into another man's bedroom like he should have. "Hey Ryou, you hungry? If you're still asleep I'll go get donuts without you." He taunted lightly as he stepped into the younger man's dark bedroom, it wasn't really a healthy breakfast but there was a bakery shop a walking distance from Saburo's place and he didn't have the energy to make himself an omelette or sausages.

'Aamon! We have to get up, you'll get no breakfast if you don't hurry.' The familiar voice announced before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him, the voice was Aamon's roommate who routinely had to deal with Aamon's habit of sleeping in. But it wasn't as if he had slept in until afternoon, no he had been awoken at 4:28 a.m. when he was supposed to be awoken at 4:00 a.m. The servants and maids always had to wake up early so they could prepare themselves for the day as well for the royal family who were sleeping soundly upstairs and wouldn't awaken until hours later. Aamon has been employed as a servant for the royal family for only a month, meaning his work was usually out of sight of the family because he lacked experience and professionalism, at least that's what his boss told him. He got up from his bed with a light yawn before heading over to his dresser to put on his uniform, he decided not to take a shower as a way of saving himself some time so he could have some breakfast before readying the day for the royal family. The boy, after making himself presentable, headed out of his room and to the dining room to grab a quick breakfast. After eating a biscuit or two he headed upstairs to water all the plants in the palace, later he would go wash the windows and floors with the help of other staff members. Aamon began watering the potted plants in the main room where other servants and maids were making themselves busy. 'Ah! Aamon, lay these clothes out for Master Ilettio for me.' A red haired maid pushed the clothes into Aamon's hands, taking the watering can he had been holding and setting it down on a table near by. "Why can't you do it?" He asked a bit annoyed, he had never entered the bedrooms of the royal family and wasn't meant to for it was a maids job or a butlers but definitely not his. 'One of the other girls is sick so I have to take on her work load...Just do it, he'll be asleep so you have nothing to worry about & don't forget to take the clothes on the floor to the laundry room.' The red haired girl hurried past Aamon before pointing him in the direction of the room and he followed her directions, he didn't want to do it but it couldn't be helped. Aamon peeked his head in the room as he opened the door to check if the young Lord was asleep, which he was. The room was quite dark but spacious so Aamon hardly found it difficult to navigate through the room. He set down Ilettio's clothes on the end of his bed, he headed over to a curtain and opened it enough to allow him to see the room more but made sure the light wouldn't disturb the young Lord's sleep. "He does look frightening..." Aamon glanced over towards the young man sleeping, Ilettio looked as intimidating as the maids said he did. Moving closer Aamon picked up the clothes that were lying next to the bed, after dropping them off in the laundry room he could get back to his own work which he was happy about. Aamon preferred not to be yelled at by any of the older staff members because they thought he was being lazy when in fact he was helping a fellow worker.

Hey~ I'm putting some Character Idea's here, none of my Characters will have a strict role & will be quite flexible :3 Please PM me if you find someone you like ;3 More Boys To Come~!! >

Discalmer: I DO NOT own anything from Black Butler, and I make no money off of this. (Thanks mods for fixing my Typo in the Title!) Story is rated: MA Content includes: Hardcore Yaoi, slight blood play, and course language, Oral, Anal (of course), Oneshot, S&M, and assorted very, very naughty things. ; ) The day started off stormy but slowly started to clear though the sky was still grey at early evening. Ciel Phantomhive was standing in his office looking out of his ceiling high window, hands clasped behind his back. Another birthday come and gone. The party was earlier, Sebastian’s lavish cooking and sinful desserts, gifts, though this time it was a little more special. Ciel had turned eighteen today, and in celebration of him becoming a man, even the Queen had come by to give her best birthday wishes. And Ciel was exhausted, perhaps even mentally. His ‘fiancé’ had dropped by with her mother. He winced. They were pushing the marriage now that Ciel was an adult. And he didn’t’ want it, it made him shiver inwardly. A bad shiver, cold and unpleasant. Since she grew up it wasn’t as bad as it used to be, but she just wasn’t his type. Ciel grew up with her… she was more like…an old friend. He still hadn’t been able to break it to the family. The entire day was exhausting. Ciel had demanded the party be small and at the mansion, but unfortunately it had taken place almost everywhere but; out hunting, dancing and shopping, to walks in a random park his fiancé insist they take birthday pictures at. If Ciel never had to return to that park again, it would be too soon. He swore now he had a personal hate-on vendetta for a certain tree they took over two dozen pictures at. Even when they did return, there was the constant mess of dealing with the bumbling maid, cut-rate cook, and the destructive gardener. Sebastian though, had stepped in and saved the day as always, making it actually tolerable and entertaining. After his ‘fiancé’’ had been sent home after Ciel ‘insisted’ she leave, saying he just couldn’t’ accommodate her or her hard-ass mother that night due to an extremely early and extremely unavoidable meeting out of town in the morning. Sebastian had always been there to make his life go so much smoother. What would he do without him? His ever loyal and punctual butler. Probably shoved his cane up someone’s ass, that’s what. And as the sun was setting on his hell of a day, he realized there was one thing he didn’t’ get for his birthday. Something that he had wanted for a very, almost painfully long time now. He often thought about it, daydreaming, lying awake in his bed at night when he couldn’t’ sleep. Planning how to ask for it. Then, it had come to him. The answer was so simple. He barely believed it hadn’t crossed his mind sooner. ~***~ Just as the sun slipped below the horizon and the first stars came out to play, there was a knock on Ciel’s office door. “Come in.” he said briskly, knowing exactly who it was without even turning around. Already he knew, as the door slowly opened, that Sebastian was bowing. “My young Master, it is late, shall I prepare your bed for you?” “There is no need to call me young anymore, Sebastian.” Ciel quipped, not even turning around still. Sebastian merely smirked at the back of his head. “You are right, do forgive me, old habit.” He slowly rose from his bow. “Your bed then, Master?” Those words sent a beautiful shiver that was all too familiar down his spine. A shiver he had felt for years now. “Master?” Sebastian asked, when Ciel didn’t answer. Again that shiver. “Come…inside, Sebastian…” he finally said. “Close the door, and lock it.” Sebastian did as he was told, then with a concerned face asked: “Is everything alright, sir?” he stood at attention as always. “I own you, you know that…right?” Ciel said darkly. “Yes Master… I am aware… I am here for your whims and wishes. Your command.” Sebastian was a little confused, and regarded the back of Ciel’s head again, this time with interest. “That is…” he added with apparent relish, “until you die. Then you are mine.” “You love to remind me of that don’t you?” “As you love to remind me that you own me.” His statement was sly and discreetly sarcastic. “I’ll get to the point.” Ciel said snappishly. “While the day was entertaining enough, I didn’t get exactly everything I wanted.” “This whole thing is about a gift you didn’t’ receive?” Sebastian couldn’t hold back a smile. “Seems a bit, childish to me.” “You love to push me, don’t you?” Ciel growled. “Something that I tend to find…challenging. “Should I be flattered then, sir?” Sebastian’s senses were honing in on a particular feeling, and his eyes flashed. “So then, your point…Master?” Ciel smiled mischievously into the soft moonlight that now poured into the room. “IF you are as intelligent now as you’ve been in the past then you should already know.” Ciel turned around and stared at Sebastian dead in the eyes. “I want you, Sebastian.” The butler’s eyebrows rose. “But you already have me, I am your ser—“ “You know what I mean!” Ciel started to get angry, and Sebastian’s capricious attitude wasn’t helping. “For years now, I’ve been waiting for this moment, this birthday. So I could have you.” Sebastian actually looked a mix of surprise and confusion. “Master, certainly you aren’t implying that you want me…intimately. That is quite---“ “Precisely.” Ciel said impatiently. “Well…” Sebastian was actually tipped up as he chose his next few words carefully. “It was admirable of you to wait until you turned eighteen.” A small chuckle was held back in his mind at Ciel’s apparent thought process of this. He tried to sound nonplussed, but part of him… in the very back of his mind as well; he knew this would…might… happen. But he never entertained the thought long enough. “I…understand that you might feel that way.” He still wanted to approach this carefully. “You and I have been together for many years now; I’ve been by your side. Besides, we demons can end up being quite irresistible to humans. But sir, I never would have taken you to be---“ “Shut up, Sebastian.” Ciel demanded sharply. “No more niceties, let me put this simply…” He moved out from behind his desk, leaning against it, looking quite serious. “I want you to fuck me, Sebastian.” His fingers then played with the buttons on his collar. Even the Great Ciel blushed and felt a hot rush from saying those words. Sebastian’s eyes flashed, widening. For once he was speechless. To hear such words, such brash language of directness in this manner from his Master was quite shaking. Regaining his composure, he tried to change the subject. “Master, if you please. It’s late and you must be tired.” Feeling a rush of courage at Sebastian’s apparent nervousness, he pressed on. He was tripping up a demon. Ciel smirked and snapped open the buttons on his collar he had been fingering. “Call me Master again.” Sebastian could tell this wasn’t going away. He in truth had felt a growing affection for his charge, and of course, Ciel’s affection for him. It was dangerous. But that was the allure. The boy had so many times teetered on the brink, and now this. Sebastian’s urges so far had been controlled but to hear, actually hear Ciel’s bold statement, smooth and brazen as crimson silk, made a fire rise in him. “Master…” he whispered. “I’m not sure if you know what you ask.” Ciel’s eyes glimmered. “So you would do it?” he shivered at his butler’s words. Now he was getting somewhere. “Now sir, I---“ “Sebastian, don’t make me say it.” “Master, you really don’t know---“ Ciel pulled off his eye patch. Sebastian froze his heart pounding. He could feel that fire again. It was a mixture of anticipation and pent up carnal desire. He wanted him to say it, he yearned for it. Ached for it. ‘Go on…’ Sebastian thought. ‘Say the word…’ Opening his closed eye, Ciel smirked, the demon seal flashed. “Sebastian! I command you to fuck me!” ~***~ A red hot feeling shot through him like lightening and flowed through him like a current as power surged. His eyes started to glow, pupils slitting and fixed on the target. “You have no idea what you just did!” Growling deeply, Sebastian was suddenly right up against Ciel in a dark flash, pressing him against the desk. Ciel actually gasped, his heart skipping a beat. As forcefully as he could manage, Ciel looked into the eyes of his captor, whose glance as well had become quiet predatorily fierce. Fear danced wildly in the boy’s eyes for a moment as the ones he stared into, blood-red seemed to bore straight through to Ciel’s very soul. “You wanted this.” Sebastian purred. “You commanded it of me…so you’ll get it, Master.” The young man’s breath caught in his throat, giving a strangled yell of surprise, as Sebastian started to rip ferociously as the coat of his Master, claws started to grow, fangs gleaming. “You…act as if you have wanted to do this for a while, or is it only because I commanded you?” His tone was challenging, teasing. Sebastian’s grip tightened and a low, threatening growl rumbled deep in his throat. “Do you really think in your position, you should be questioning me or my methods?” “It…it, I---“Ciel couldn’t speak, especially since clawed hands were now moving their way down his bare chest. “Sebastian.” He whispered. His butler pressed tighter against him. Ciel could feel a hardness rub against his leg. “Se---Seb---“The young man’s voice caught in his throat. This sensation against his leg belonging to his attacker was adamant. The demon’s fangs went for the tender flesh on his neck. “Oh by all the sweet darkness…” Sebastian cooed. “I can smell the blood coursing through your veins.” He gave a pleasured hiss through his fangs. “I’ve always wanted to taste.” Sebastian’s hand slipped around Ciel’s slender waist, the other on the back of his neck, tilting his head backwards exposing his throat. His fangs trailed across his skin, breathing hotly, tongue slowly working its way down the throbbing vein that carried this boy’s life force. Ciel’s body shivered, his back arched into the demon, mouth falling open in a silent gasp and his grip on Sebastian tightened. Sebastian mused inwardly that this boy was probably very…tart. Assaulting his master, Sebastian’s demonic carnal desires bubbled over, throwing the thin frame against the desk, lifting his legs to wrap around his waist. Another firm press forced his demonhood against Ciel’s imported clothes, brushing the mere human’s ever growing member. This young man was hot for him, crazy…and it was becoming more and more passionate each second. “Oh Master.” He cooed, feeling Ciel’s hardness, knowing that not only had he watched this boy practically grow up, but now this boy, this man whom he had grown so close to wanted him; lusted for him. “You will now know what you have unleashed….” He whispered in Ceils ear. “Show me…” Ciel breathed heavily against Sebastian’s ebony hair. The mere pressure of Sebastian against him was overwhelming, but to feel his pride as a demon forcing between his legs against his own family pride made him want to melt into oblivion. “As you wish, My Lord.” Sebastian clutched Ciel tightly and darkness overtook the both of them and a feeling of a fiery wind followed by a wisp of cold breath enveloped Ciel. ~***~ Sebastian, in a whirl of black mist and fire teleported them to Ciel’s bedroom. The next thing the young man knew after a vertigo lightheadedness he was gently laid against the softness of his bed. He looked up and saw a black swirl of darkness as it formed into his butler, his weight now upon the mattress, only now he stood up on his knees over Ciel, dark black feathered wings like a raven’s spread gloriously from his back. Luscious horns protruded regally from his gorgeous head. His ember-like eyes were fixed on Ciel, and his butler outfit in tatters. The young Earl felt so insignificant at that moment, wondering what level of Hell he willingly let loose. Ciel almost fainted. This Adonis form was so dark, but so familiar. Scared and aroused at the same time, he could barely breathe. Sebastian gave a demonic smirk, flashing his fangs before swooping down upon Ciel without one word of warning. A snarl came from deep within his throat signaling his enthusiasm as his claws made quick work of Ciel’s remaining coat and shirt. Now in shreds unable to hold together, the shirt fell away, leaving poor Ciel exposed to his captor and Sebastian leaned over him, pieces of his suit that was left started to steam, then melt off his body into nothingness. Immediately he assaulted Ciel’s neck again, licking and sucking veraciously, hands roaming. One slender hand of his found an erect nipple and pinched it harshly, eliciting a cry from its owner of sheer pleasure. The other hand, found the button to Ciel’s trousers. In one quick flick of the wrist, the young man’s pants lay open. “Se—Seba…” he tried to pant out his demon’s name, but his brain had gone fuzzy. But it was nothing compared to the brain locking sensation that graced his skin. “Let me taste you, Master.” The demon purred. Ciel gave a shaking nod, and Sebastian opened is fanged mouth and sank his teeth down into Ciel’s tender young neck. “Ah---ah!” he gasped. “Sebastian!” his nails dug into the back of his demon, feeling the base of his kingly wings. Blood poured into Sebastian’s mouth, coating his waiting tongue and lips. By all darkness! This boy was delicious! Rich and smooth! Like good wine with a tantalizing bite. Gods knew he had aged well like wine. And now he was ripe for the picking. Ceil’s blood ran through Sebastian like a drug, he wanted more, more! But he had to control himself. The very taste and feel of his charge made his demonhood swell and throb with a lusty fantastical desire. Suddenly, Ciel felt something thick, hot and wet fall against his bare stomach. He couldn’t look down but he needn’t to. His face flushed, groin pulsating knew what it was. Sebastian’s throbbing sex that dripped hungrily, making a pool of slick pre-cum on his navel. God! He wanted to see it, to touch it, to taste it!” As Sebastian, no doubt was making his mark on his prey, slowly sucking around the bite, Ciel moved one hand down, trying to work his way through the hungry feeding and animalistic licking over his flesh. Distracted, Sebastian actually didn’t seem to take notice, that is…until a soft hand with tentative grip took hold of the head of his pride. Wings perked, and eyes flashed lustfully again. Giving a purring growl in the boy’s ear, he pulled away, blood stained lips against his cheek. “Mmmmhh…if you’re going to grab a demon’s cock you’d better mean it.” His wings curled around almost encasing Ciel in a deeper darkness. “And I don’t think you ca---“ Before he could finish, Ciel, getting a surge of either stupidity or bravery, grasped his member, giving a confident squeeze. Sebastian’s eyes widened and gave a moaning grunt of surprise. His wings shivered, a few feathers flying loose before he caught himself. It was rock hard, and Ciel could feel the blood pumping through what felt like a solid eight inches of organ. “Oh God! Sebastian! Please, let me see…” Ciel could barely stand it. The demon merely chuckled, pulling away. “I suppose a peek wouldn’t hurt. After all, you deserve to at least see what’s going to tear you in twain.” Ciel seemed skeptical, Sebastian never talked like that before, but as the demon rose, wings spread, legs straddling Ciel’s he gulped nervously and realized that Sebastian never told a lie to him before, why would he start now. In fact there was eight inches of pure sex crazed, lust injected demon flesh to turn his world upside down and possibly inside out. Sebastian threw his head back, and pulled his arms up in a stretch, wings spreading as well. His chest swelled as each slender muscle moved under the skin, rippling like steel under silk. Blood from his fangs dripped down his neck, splashing thin rivers of temptation, glimmering against pale skin. He was gorgeous. No hairs save for a trail of ebony from his navel to his groin. Legs were smooth, arms and chest. His demon hood stood erect and commanding like a monument to the rest of him. Slick and waiting like a hungry salivating animal to devour its prey. “God Sebastian. Fuck me. Please, no more teasing. I’ve commanded you once; don’t make me tell you twice.” “You are quite demanding tonight.” Sebastian bantered back. “As always, now do what the fuck I tell you to do!” Ciel spat impatiently. “As my Lord wishes.” Sebastian hooked his claws into Ciel’s pants, and with one quick gesture, the pants fell in shreds to the floor. Ciel drew up in a knee-jerk response, but the demon shoved is hands down over his head. “I’m going to enjoy tearing what innocents you have left from you.” Grabbing what bits and pieces of Ciel’s underpants that remained, he slid them down as if to be gentle, then jerked them away like a thief stealing away something valuable. “Seba---“ Ciel started, his arms coming down as if to cover himself, but Sebastian grabbed both his wrists harshly and squeezed. “If those hands come down again, you’ll regret it.” His stern voice and unwavering glare made Ciel fear for a moment. “You wouldn’t.” Ciel said defiantly. Sebastian’s glare became dark, almost icy. “Try me.” Ciel shut his mouth immediately. He knew better than to tangle with Sebastian when he was serious and that tone was almost deadly. Sebastian himself had seen Ciel naked before, being his butler he’d helped him dress and at times helped him wash his back as a younger child. But this was different, much different. He had never taken too much notice before, only admiring in private. Oh, but now, laden before him and his demonhood was probably the tightest ass in London, and it was his. His for the claiming. Ciel was like a fresh morning snow. So beautiful, skin pale, but pink in all the right places. Eyes so blue they would pierce even heaven. Hair soft and like silk. Like that snow, he was perfect, innocent and untouched. But like most, the feeling, that urge to run outside and play, make tracks…mess it up.… the power you have to completely destroy it as you wish. Defile, deflower. The urge, carnal to corrupt, as a demon, it was his nature. Ciel had grown up well, his slender body screamed youth, but it’s firmness told his coming of age. As did his other attributes that had blossomed into maturity. Ciel was a respectable size, proportional to his body, complementing him beautifully. But, oh, how he was going to break this. Sebastian’s hand ran up Ciel’s stomach and chest, his other hand wanting to test his tightness, but with his claws that was out of the question. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face, before settling between Ciel’s legs and lifting them up, actually trembling himself at the supple feel of his skin. “Sebastian---I…” He wanted to say, ‘I’m scared, it’s my first time, is it going to hurt?’ But he refused to be like that. Of course it’s going to hurt, but, not that bad…right? Another glance of Sebastian’s cock made his heart skip a beat. “P-please….” The ebony haired Adonis actually paused at this small plea. Ciel’s blue eyes swam with apprehension. He could feel his muscles tense. Having known him for so long, Sebastian managed a smile, nodding his head. His demonic lust would have to simmer for now, something now called for a gentler approach. “My Lord…” he whispered, and lowered the boy’s legs. “I understand.” Sebastian then lowered his body as well and settled between his Master’s legs, and bowed his head. Ciel for a split second thought he was starting an apology for his rush, soon learned there were more devious plans in Sebastian’s schedule. A wet, hot tongue slid up the underside of Ceil’s cock, sending mind-wracking shivers up his spine. “Ahh…ah oh…ah, God!” Never had he been touched like this, his virgin body trembled, cock twitching. Sebastian held in a small chuckle, as he pressed his lips against the head. “Does my Master like?” He cooed. His warm breath tickled the sensitive flesh. Ciel’s hands clenched and unclenched in anticipation. Ciel couldn’t respond, all he did was bite his lower lip gently and nod, eyes blurring with lust. Sebastian took that as a go-ahead and dipped his head again, this time parting his lips to encase the satin-like head. His skilled tongue circled around the base, taking it slow at first, before sliding it across the tight slit, giving a small sucking sensation. Ciel’s brain was going crazy. Sebastian was full of sin, and laying it upon his flesh in equally sinful ways! But he had no idea what he was in for as the ministrations continued. Sebastian made a small, but tasteful slurp, as he pulled away and gave the head a gentle kiss. “More, Master?” Ciel needn’t say a word, he just nodded again, watching Sebastian descend upon his member again, only this time, devouring it whole, sliding his hot moist mouth over it, sheathing it. “Nnnngggghhh!” Ciel bit down on his lip a little harder, head being thrown back in a rapture of pleasure. Sebastian wasted no time in swirling his tongue around the shaft, wrapping it firmly, feeling the pulse of the boy’s rapid heartbeat. Sebastian’s own sex gave a painful throb. It ached to feel the tightness of Ciel, he wanted all of him. As one hand held the base of Ceil’s cock, moving up and down with his mouth, the other hand, claws now magically regressed back to normal black nails, pressed against Ceil’s taint. He had to feel, even if that meant pulling back his claws, he had to explore him. “More, please, harder!” Ceil breathed, unconsciously putting one hand on the back of Sebastian’s raven head, clutching gently silken strands, the other, clutching the sheets mercilessly. He shoved the demon’s head down out of impatience, or perhaps remaining childish greed. It felt good, he wanted more. Only he decided when this stopped. Sebastian’s wings shivered, and he moaned at the hand placement of his Master. It was forceful and driving. The moan sent tantalizing vibrations through the young earl’s shaft. His grip on Sebastian and the sheets tightened. The more he pulled, and squeezed, a dull pain started in the roots of Sebastian’s hair, his skull feeling the prickle. He liked it, sliding the cock even further into his mouth, opening his throat. The tip slid across the top of his mouth, and soon breached the soft, tight throat. Ceil’s gasp heralded the silent scream he’d love to let echo through the very halls of the mansion, but no, not yet….not yet. His back arched, his knees shook, and Sebastian was showing no mercy as he, careful of the fangs, was fully deep throating his Master. The sinful melodies his tongue was playing upon him was almost too much for him to bear, and it was heightened by the demon’s fingers, now pressing upwards in circular motions behind his scrotum. Without words, he moved two fingers down to Ceil’s tight entrance and circled it….it puckered. The sensation was reeling. Without even pausing for a moment in his deep throat assault, his fingers pressed against the entrance, wanting to test the waters. Ceil on instinct tightened, and it made passage nearly impossible. Sebastian only then, did stop and pull away from the cock with a small ‘pop’ before licking his lips, looking up at his Master, eyes glazed with passion. “Oh my….” He murred. “I can’t even seem to prepare you properly. The devilish thoughts ran rampant through his mind. Ceil was torturing him enough just by being him, writhing and squirming just by the touch of his mouth, he was going to have what he wanted. “S-so!” Ciel responded a little angrily. The sensations had stopped, and he still had a painfully full erection that wanted, needed attention. “Do as you’re told, Sebastian, and keep going, no one told you to stop!” His grip on Sebastian’s hair cinched, and he gave a quick jerk. This caused Sebastian’s brain to snap into gear, his glance going from gentle, to raging. So this is how he wanted to play. “Hey!” Ciel snapped again. “What are you doing?!” He demanded, the surge of pleasure in a dominant position giving him a false pride. Sebastian merely licked his lips again, and moved away, sliding his hands away, wings stretching. “Answer me, Sebastian!” He huffed. “So this is how you want to go about this? I should have known a sick little one as yourself would crave pain. Like it better when it hurts do you?” He lifted Ceil’s legs again like he did before, widening his stance with his knees. They pressed ominously onto the sheets. “How dare you---!” “Shut up.” Sebastian growled. “You’re mine. Little selfish brat. I tried to take it easy with you, showing some kindness but you take advantage of it, getting an ego. Well you wanted me to fuck you Master? I’ll Fuck the ego right out of you.” “W-wait--…” Ciel trembled, suddenly feeling very small. Sebastian didn’t care what he said anymore, but Ceil didn’t argue. He realized he had overstepped the demon’s pride and was now at a demon’s mercy. A demon who had been given an order. Sebastian did note a twinge of fear in the eyes of his Master, but ever growing demonic lust and domination, felt cruel. He leaned forward as if for comfort then whispered: “This is going to hurt like hell, and you’re going to scream.” Before Ciel had time to react to those sadistic words, he felt a burning sensation, a stretching like nothing before. He opened his mouth as if to scream, but caught himself. If this was how Sebastian was going to be, he refused to give him the satisfaction! But the pain, it hurt so bad, he knew the demon was invading him. Every fiber of his being was fighting a scream. “It seems a lot for young master to handle.” Sebastian sneered. “Just as I expected. Couldn’t even get two fingers in properly and now you have to deal with me, fully.” Ciel stayed silent, shooting a look of defiance at those hellfire eyes. “Without an ounce of giving in I see… for now. Prideful to the very end eh?” Taking that look as a challenge, Sebastian pressed forward into this tense child. The head of his demonhood pushed farther in, the confines of Ciel’s inner sanctum squeezed him seductively, it was beyond tight. Almost painfully so. Even the Great Demon Sebastian winced, he was being held so firmly, it was driving him crazy. ~***~ Ciel at the sudden push into his body, clawed at the sheets, head thrown back, muscles tensing painfully. This only made him tighter, and harder to breach, but Sebastian, going mad with passion was up to the full challenge. Without mercy, he pushed forward again, knowing this had to be excruciating for this slender body. His thickness stretched Ciel harshly. The Earl bit his lower lip again in a desperate attempt not to scream. So hard, blood started to trickle down his chin. Secretly he loved it. The pain, the pleasure…it mixed so well to him. As the taste of his own blood filled his mouth, he soon found it no use to defy the demon any longer. Sebastian pried deeper, running across that luscious sweet spot that dwells deep in the flesh of all men. Ciel’s eyes clenched shut, head still thrown back as a pleasured, strangled scream that gathered in strength as it continued lifted itself from the sweet cavern of the boy’s beautifully shaped mouth. Such music it was to Sebastian’s ears, he gave another violent shove, thrusting forward, finally and completely breaching the walls of his innocence, tearing away at it, and claiming him. At once, a dominating power flowed through him and his hair lengthened to its original state. Reaching past his perfectly toned back and ass, a river of raven black cascaded downwards. Ciel gasped for breath at the pain and the sight of this new form change. Hand shaking, he reached up to run his fingers through t. It was like the finest Japanese imported silk. He winced, body flexing, getting used to Sebastian’s length. “You screamed master…as I knew you would.” He added with a nasty tone. “Shut up.” Ciel said snappishly, but cute, his voice now hoarse. Sebastian smiled. Slowly, the young man started to get used to the new invader, and was received well. Each time he moved, adjusted or flexed, Sebastian could feel it. It drove all senses haywire. A tough individual by nature, Ciel caught his breath and looked up at his demon. “You…may proceed, Sebastian.” He said slowly, but with a struggling effort of authority. To this, the demon was amused, but let loose a fanged grin, responding in a sultry voice. “As you wish…My Lord and Master.” And with a bow of his head, he started to gently move his hips back and forth. So badly did he want to ram, to dominate, to claim, to devour him. That was his initial plan after all, but after he gained his victory of making him scream, he felt he must at least go at Master’s pace, lest he make him hurt beyond comfort and bleed. The urge to do this was so strong, his now sharp again claws dug into the hips of Ciel, who hissed a pleasurable moan. That gave him some invitation that he could be a little rougher. He knew it. Ciel was a bloody masochist. If Sebastian had it his way, his master wouldn’t be able to walk for a week afterwards, perhaps even be bedridden for the same amount of time. Curling his wings around Ciel he leaned forward. “So tell me, do you like it when it hurts?” He grinned, continuing his pace, though with each passing second he’d give a small, harsh jerk, his hipbones banging against Ciel’s ass. “I…---I---!” He hiccupped, his body starting to slide up and down on the sheets, head being pushed dangerously close to the headboard. “Yes, Lord Ciel?” Sebastian needled further. “Do you like it better when it hurts? I know you do….admit it.” Ciel still stayed silent, tears starting to run down his face, being squeezed from his eyes as he panted. “Let me see those eyes….” Sebastian continued to roll his hips in tantalizing motions as he gripped Ciel’s hips with one hand, and cupping his face with the other. The brunette slowly opened them, chest heaving¸ one blue, one purple. “You fucking Masochist.” He insulted to his face. “I can see it in you….do you like it when it HURTS?!” Sebastian pulled back half-way out then slammed back in, the tightness clutching him mercilessly and Ciel reeling back with a pleasured scream, his toes curling, and muscles clenching. Pain shot through him, but it only made his cock harder. “YES! YES! GOD YES! I love it when it hurts, Oh God Sebastian, make it hurt!” He finally was very aware of his body, and how much he wanted Sebastian. All of him, every painful, luxurious, inch. “Take me Sebastian! TAKE ME!” In a throw of passion, caution to the wind, Sebastian slammed both hands down on the pillow on either side of Ciel’s head, claws puncturing holes in the fabric. Ciel naturally spread his legs further, wrapping them around Sebastian’s naked waist. The skin on skin contact was wild and the demon hiked up the boy’s hips a little further and proceeded to slam mercilessly. Demonic claim was taking over, and he was making his mark. “Auh-Ah! Ah! Ah!” Ciel’s jaw dropped as rattled, raspy breaths were pulled into his burning lungs. Sebastian, gave a small roar of delight as he leaned in, and bowed his head down to the old bite wound and reopened it with a quick gnash of his teeth. The pain of tearing flesh made Ciel stiffen more, blood pounding in his ears, arms reached up and grabbed around his predator’s head clutching the soft waves of black. Blood started to trickle down from his demon seal eye like tears. His insides on fire, the world around him swirling and swimming. It was vertigo, sweet, sweet vertigo. Sebastian’s beautiful sinful-like body was pumping and undulating over him, sweat starting to bead on his flesh, making him glisten like a God. Ciel reveled in the irony of that thought, Sebastian was his Demon God. Nails dug into the feathered back again, causing even Sebastian to cry out as small trickles of blood issued from the half-moon indents. “Ah, oh…my Lord….Master…yes.” Sebastian growled. Nothing he’d experienced felt this good, other than killing. But this had a certain air to it, a taste, a penchant he had had for a while but always thought it was unnecessary. He loved it. He wanted more, more, devour this child, claim his body not just his soul. He was going to have it all, by all greedy demonic right, this boy was HIS!” “Harder! Harder Sebastian, my God! Fuck me harder! Make me bleed, you bastard!” “Sweet God…” Sebastian breathed, rushing Ciel’s mouth, locking him into a deep, tongue twisting kiss that permeated every inch of the Earl’s mouth. This sensation, that Ciel, nor Sebastian had ever really experienced took the both of them by passionate surprise, uniting their souls for that instant, delving into each other. It was even more intimate than the sex itself, but that didn’t keep Sebastian from being merciless, his leg muscles pumping, abs flexing, pecs quivering, sweat covered over Ciel whose body was flushed, drenched, nipples and cock painfully erect. Ciel thought he was going to explode. That was it….the feeling. It bubbled and simmered, swirling in his groin, the heat slowly working its way up. ~***~ “Sebastian, I.. I think I.. I’m….gonna…I---!!!” Those blessed words, the absoluteness of his statement. He could barely catch the breath to say it, but it was clear. He quickened his pace, digging deep, pulling forth strength he usually only did for battles. His cock shoved deep, pounded and pummeled Ciel’s male g-spot. He himself was feeling a heat rise, but he wasn’t done….he was determined to make this beautifully painful. “No… not yet.” He grunted. “Not…yet!” He reached down and grabbed Ciel’s balls. “You cum now, you’ll be punished.” “Uuuaahhhh!!! God,why?!” He screamed. His hands flew up to Sebastian’s horns, grabbing them. The demon’s eyes widened as more blood pumped through his cock. That was enormously arousing. Ciel started to use the horns as leverage to slam himself back onto Sebastian’s piercing organ. “Let! Me! Come!” He yelled. “I want it… I want it!” “Spoiled CHILD!” Sebastian snarled, pulling back. But Ciel held on for dear life onto those horns and as he rose Ciel came with him, Sebastian’s strong neck and horns pulling him up. The boy wasn’t giving up. Out of shock Sebastian sat back on his haunches and just watched as Ciel on his own accord, speared himself upon his cock, squeezing, and determinedly moving up and down, riding him, using the horns as leverage again. Immediately, with wings outspread he leaned back just for a moment, bracing himself on the footboard, not holding Ciel at all, watching him drive himself mercilessly up and down over his hard flesh. Red in the face, cock quivering, and moving up and down in a tantalizing rhythm with each pump, Ciel threw his head back, clutching the tough horns, using them to his full advantage. ‘He’s amazing. Sex crazed masochistic animal…’ Sebastian’s glee rose more and more. He grabbed Ciel’s hips and at this moment realized he loved him. He was insane in the sack and it drove every nerve of pleasure in Sebastian’s body haywire, crazy….to the point of oblivion. It was his turn for his head to throw back, eyes closing, as Ciel enjoyed his ride. This caused Ciel to move forward with the horns, his forehead touching Sebastian’s lips. He gave him a frenzied kiss on his sweaty brow. ‘He’s fucking ME now….’ He mused. ‘I never admitted….that I at times couldn’t read this child, and this is a testament to that. He still surprises me.’ “I want to come!” He screamed like an ignored child. “Please…please!” Sebastian closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the gyrating child’s hips and back. No, not a child…a man. He whispered: “Yes, you may come Ciel…” He called his name, and Ciel returned the same in kind. Giving a few more hard thrusts, Sebastian grabbing his cock and pumping the last few strokes, Ciel’s body went ridged, muscles tightened, encasing Sebastian’s cock. “Come….come in me…S-s-S-SEBASTIAAAANNN!” His sweat drenched head tilted towards the heavens, the demon’s name issuing from his mouth like a cry to God Himself. Sebastian’s wings curled around Ciel. White hot cum shot forward, splashing onto Ciel’s stomach, some flak catching Sebastian’s as well. He didn’t care. He clutched his …his… man… and gave a few harsh upward thrusts, gritting his fangs, Ciel’s body gone limp, moving like a ragdoll though desperately trying to stay clung to his horns, hands shaking, Sebastian came, he actually experienced that very human release, but ate up every moment of it. Passion gushing forward, filling up the small space of Ciel’s tight ass. It started to seep out and drip onto the sheets. The tension disappeared, and Sebastian tasted what he believed was the only heaven he would ever experience. Satisfied with that, he slowly, and gently laid Ciel down onto the bed, the young man’s limp arms finally letting go of Sebastian’s horns. Only when he pulled out, did he realize what he had done to his Master, and what Ciel continued to do to himself. Mixed with his release was blood, smeared over his demonhood, and still dripping from the poor exhausted Earl. “My God.”’ Sebastian exclaimed. ‘I love you.’ He finished his thought to himself. Suddenly: “Sebastian, please…I…” there was a strangled pause as if he was catching his breath. “Will you please stay with me?” “Until you fall asleep?” Sebastian asked. “No…forever.” Sebastian closed his eyes, and bowed his head, placing a kiss upon Ciel’s brow. “As you wish, Master.” ~***~ Owari

Does any one have a copy of/scans of the Teahouse comic? I don't mean the version available online, but the 18+ explicit version that was only available if you bought the comics...

SUMMARY: Tobio Kageyama's life turned upside down when his wife of 5 years divorced him. Now trying to start over - he went back to his old home town, struggling to raise his kid alone. There he met the man he once tried to forget. The man that stood besides him through his HS days. The one regret he wish he could start over with. The love he wish he could have again. The SUN he left behind. STATUS: ON GOING A/N: Welcome everyone, in this fic Kageyama and Hinata are both adults now with child of their own. Set to be in the future. I hope you like it. Reviews are always welcome. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Haikyuu! I know... this sucks. T-T CHAPTER ONE 'How will you be able to take care of a young child?' 'Will you be alright somehow?' 'The little kid needs a mother. So make sure you remarry soon. And find a good woman.' 'I'm leaving Tobio, this isn't working out.' 'Dad?! Dad!' "Uwah!" Tobio jolts from his sleep when he realize that the early morning sun is already up , shinning brightly on their humble abode. "Tch that kind of dream again huh?" He rubbed the back of his head and hurriedly began his morning routine. Make breakfast for his son Tasuku, prepare his bento and wake him up to help him wash. "Come on sleepy head, time to get up." He clapped a few times and patted his son but he didn't even bulge. This is the hardest part of his day. Just few months ago, Tasuku couldn't even sleep, let alone stop crying and looking for his mother. He understand the kid. His mom was always with him, and then the hands of fate changed their life in a blink of an eye. His wife of 5 years blind sided him with the divorce. She filed it without even him knowing that she had enough of their relationship. Heck, he didn't even see something wrong in their marriage. He leaves the house in the morning, and comes back home at dinner. Spends the day with her and Tasuku during his offs and repeat the cycle. Then again, it maybe because it is routine that she grew tired of it. Tobio admitted it a while ago, he didn't truly loved her. The fact will always remain - no matter how hard he tried to deny it.. he loves.. "Dad, can i have my eggrolls sweeter today? I don't like it salty." Tasuku , with bleary eyes got up and walk towards the wash. Eventhough he's only 4, for his age he is smart and considerate. This is one of the few things Tobio is thankful for his ex. "Alright, Dad will make the eggs sweeter, the ones i already made are salty. So Dad will eat it for his breakfast and i'll make you one again." Dressing him and helping him up on the table, they ate their meals in silence. Tobio likes this kind of mornings. Before, he often dines with the table as his ex rambles on about the gossip of their neighbors. He didn't see what's wrong with it. He got used to her bad mouthing her friends in front of Tasuku. But now that she left, Tobio realize that is not a healthy conversation in the morning. Or any othwr time for that matter. Good thing Tasuku is young and he did not understand any of it. It's been a month since they moved. Their new apartment has 2 bedrooms, one for him and one for Tasuku. A living room and a small kitchen. They have a small veranda that Tasuku likes so much. Ofcourse he had to install taller railings to make him safe. Their apartment is on the 4th floor. The laundry room besides the bathroom is a bit cramped for him though, but he can't complain. For a japanese, he is tall ,around 188cm now. More than that, what he likes about this apartment is that every morning, it is filled with sunlight. It's comforting. A nice ambiance for them both. Since right now he is unemployed, he looks for work on line, and attends interviews every now and then. Some days, he attends cooking class. Admittedly, he is an idiot when it comes to food preparation. But right now, his son needs him to do it. So to avoid the incident in which he might accidentally food poison his kid, the class is a must. I wonder if it would be good for Tasuku if i secretly attend baking class too. Since he likes sweet stuff so much, atleast i need to learn how to make a few treats so i can lower the sugar content. "DAD! We're gonna be late!" Tasuku shook him a bit , stopping his stupid reverie. "Geh! Hurry up. Do you have everything? Your lunch, extra pair of pants?" "Yep." "What's 'yep'.. answer properly." "Yes Dad." Tobio took a final check on himself before he carried Tasuku's things along with brief case. Today is the first interview he is attending for this week. They moved back to his home town because he thought living in a congested city isn't good for his 4 years old son. And besides, he wanted to run away too. "Have a good day Dad." His child gave him a kiss on the cheeks before he left the daycare where he left him. It's funny, he thought -last few weeks ago, Tasuku kept crying and not wanting to leave his side. Afraid to talk to strangers. He even scratched the sensei there when she tried to wash his favourite blanket because it was spilled with juice. But right now, Tasuku is enjoying his time with them. Always having a new story to tell with enthusiasm. He kept saying Haru-chan this and that.. Heh, my son is too young for a crush. He said so, but like an idiot doting father , he finds this unbelievably cute. "Thank you very much sir! I'll see you tomorrow morning." "It is our pleasure Kageyama-san. Happy to have you here." The man shook his hand and he gave a bow. Yes. Finally! A break ! His former job was all due to the fact that his in-laws helped him have the job. But when his ex wife and him separated, eventhough his in-laws was kind enough to let him stay for the sake of their grand son, he didn't feel happy about it at all. Tasuku is all he needs. No matter what happens, as long as he have Tasuku then it'll be alright. He dashed himself to the parking lot, there's still an hour or so for him to pick up Tasuku. But he decided to do so, so he can celebrate his employment with him. Where to? Running in his mind what good place to bring his kid. It's been a while since they eat out. His son is happy enough to eat convenience store bentos as long as he can be with him. But this is a special occasion, he knew he will be busy and so he wants to spoil him a bit. In Tobio's mind he geniunely thinks Tasuku is a carbon copy of himself. His son has black hair and dark eyes. Even his scowling- he can see it in his kid every now and then. But some people thinks Tasuku somehow has the same air with his mom. She is a beautiful woman. Tall, has expressive deep-set eyes. Her white skin resembles Tasuku's as well. But Tobio wouldn't admit it. Tasuku is his mini. "Huh? Kageyama-san, you're quite early today. Is there something wrong?" The sensei is shocked to see Kageyama panting and catching his breath. He usually drops by at 8am and picks up his child around 6pm. Whether Tobio is busy looking for job or attending other matters. Kageyama insisted he left Tasuku to the daycare, to transition them both when he starts to work again. "I would like to pick up my son early today and treat him to some dinner and maybe shop around. Is he napping or?.." "Ah, you are just in time. Him and Haru-kun are playing at the back. I think they get along pretty well. Haru-kun is a very bright kid. So Tasuku's shyness is a bit cured." She giggled as she told him. "Wait Haru-kun? I thought this Haru is a girl? I remembered Tasuku saying he is giving Haru-chan a flower or something." He got confused. So Haru is a boy?! "Ah, how cute. Hihi yes he is a boy, ah here they are. Tasuku, your dad is here to pick you up. Come introduce your friend." The sensei called them out as they walked back to get their coloring things. Tasuku was surprised but he rushed forward and gave his Dad a hug while Tobio crouched and welcomed him. "Dad, here Haru-chan gave me this. Cool right?" He showed Tobio some drawings he isn't sure what's suppose to be. Is it an orange haired clown? Or a sun beneath the dark clouds? "Wow, thank you ahm.. Haru-kun?" Tobio looked at the little kid besides Tasuku. He is shorter than his child, a band aid is placed at his cheek. He has black spiky short hair. But he admits he looks kinda cute. Greeting Tobio with a wide smile. A friendly child. And so Tobio decided to let his child call the kid Haru-chan so long as he is happy with it. "You're welcome Uncle. Ah, my name is Haruto. You write Haru as sun and To as in fly in kanji." The little kid said. "You can write kanji?!" He asked. "Not at all. But that's what my dad said. Hehe." He shook his head as he explained himself. "Ah you're Dad is a smart man, do you like him?" Tobio patted Haruto's head and the little guy gave a toothy smile. "Yeah. He is cool." "Haaa..ruuu...channn!" A familiar voice called onto Haruto and the kid wriggled out of Tobio's hand to rush towards it. "Dad!" "Haru-chan! Have you been good?!" An orange hair caught Kageyama's attention as he stood up to check the man. "Ah, that's Haru-kun's father. He is a coach at a local highschool here. Karasuno High, you know it Kageyama-san?" The sensei stood besides him and spoke fondly of Haruto's family. They can practically hear the father and son's giggling outside. "Kara..Karasuno?!" He mumbled the words. "Dad are you okay?" Tasuku tugged his father's pants seeing him froze a bit. "Ah let me introduced you.. Hinata-san!" The sensei called out, and the latter approached them while carrying Haruto in his arms. "This is Tasuku-kun's father Kageyama Tobio-san. Kageyama-san this is Hinata Shouyo-san, Haruto's dad." The sensei happily introduced them. All Tobio can hear is his own heartbeat. He didn't know that this man is still around here. Last he heard, he left and got married. And now he is standing in front of him. He got taller, but his face remains the same. Happy and his orange hair as the same as before. What do I do? Hinata made the first move, he gave Kageyama a condition smile. The kind of smile you give to a stranger. He reached out his hand and shook Kageyama's. "Nice to see you again Kageyama-kun. It has been awhile. Please take care of us." He said and let go his hands immediately. Shit! What kind of fate is this? A/N : If you read this fic somewhere, chances are - you did. That's me as well. XD

TITLE: Their Circumstances SYPNOSIS: Their Circumstances is the story of different individuals living different lifestyle as they go through a mysterious body swapping. They must live a life of a completely different person while they uncover the truth of the mystery. The first part is Ryo's Circumstances, the story of Asada Ryo, a delinquent, who swapped into the body of Kousaka Yuta, an otaku. Will he succeed with the help of Naofumi - a classmate with a strange liking of ruffling his hair? Changes to 2016 remake: The story is going to be the same over all. To those who read the original version, nothing major will change. But the story itself is written anew and characters are given much more personality. STATUS: Ongoing TAGS: Body Swap, Mystery, Supernatural, Romance, Yaoi Ryo's Circumstances - Part One “Ryo, remember this. Do not talk to strangers, alright? Do not leave the house without telling me.” The woman said. Her face looked worried and afraid as he hugged him tight. Confusion had filled Ryo’s head as he knew too well his mom had disappeared a long time ago together with his dad. He had already accepted they’re not coming back anymore. And yet, there she was. “Ryo, I love you. You may think I’m being too strict but I’m doing this for you. You will understand one day.” The woman kissed his forehead, smiling weakly as she gently rubbed his hair. Then suddenly, a figure appeared. The figure was just like a black silhouette with no clear form. The silhouette took his mom away, dragging her away. “RYO! Run away, run away now!!” Ryo couldn’t understand what her mother was trying to say. He simply stood still as his mom was being taken to a crack in the space before his eyes, just like a shattered mirror. - “Mom!!” Ryo woke up uttering the person that hasn’t escaped from his lips in years - his mom. In fact, growing up alone all these years had him feel distant with his family. All the longing he had as he grew up soon dispersed into thin air as he exchange fists and do mischief with his friends. It wasn’t bad for him to dream about his mother. In fact, it relieved him to know that he could still remember his mom’s face. However, the dream itself was weird and somehow it felt like it truly happened. That scared him. Ryo sat on his bed, one with weird feeling to it. Not that it was a bad feeling. In fact, it was so soft that he felt his consciousness drifting away again. It’s just that, Ryo’s bed was as hard as a rock. The only thing that kept him sleeping on the floor was the thick blanket he hadn’t washed in a long time. He looked around only to see a strange room around him. The entire room was filled with anime related objects like posters and figurines. He couldn’t remember why he was in this place. He was probably drunk and was brought to a friend’s house, or perhaps some girl he just banged. “The hell is with this room… I could have bought a motorbike with all the money spent on this.” Ryo jealously thought as he stepped out from the room, not forgetting to take with him anything that could be of great value. He remembered a friend of his was going to introduce him a good racket. Supposedly it was something with little to no risk. He couldn’t miss such opportunity so he had to leave this place soon. As he walked downstairs, Ryo could smell the aroma of something being fried. His stomach started to grumble in hunger yet he paid no attention to his stomach and walked right towards the door. Oddly, he couldn’t find his shoes anywhere. He always had a habit of putting them on the lower right corner just right before the door so it would be easy for him to look for it. But the place where it should have been was occupied by an umbrella stand instead. “Yuta, where are you going still wearing your pyjamas? At least wear something decent. ” Ryo didn’t knew who the person the voice came from or the person the voice was referring to. Instinctively, he turned his head around to see a middle aged woman carrying a platter full of fried eggs and toasted bread. The woman was looking straight right at him. Ryo knew it wasn’t him so he turned his head around to see if someone was there at his back… and yet there was no one. “I’m talking to you, Yuta. Have you lost yourself? Go take this to the dining table. The food is gonna get burned.” The woman forcibly handed the platter to Ryo while she hurriedly went back to where she came from. Confused, Yuta did what he was ordered to. He could have just ignored the woman and bring the platter with him as he went out. However, he didn’t want to be in trouble. The woman was probably too much in a hurry to notice he wasn’t the person she thought he was. The dining area could be seen from the door. It was just a little bit to the right, separated by a big cabinet full of books and trophies. In the dining area, there was a man sitting while he read a newspaper. He caught a glimpse of Ryo which made him shudder a bit. Strangely, the man swiftly turned his head right back to the newspaper as he continued reading. “This household is weird. Way too weird!!” Ryo thought as he placed down the platter, intending to leave just like that. He didn’t want to stay in the place a second longer. He felt like it’s going to get weirder the longer he stayed. But even before he could take a step back, his father placed down the newspaper as he looked at him with serious eyes. “When are you planning to go back to school, Yuta? It’s been two weeks. Don’t think just because we’re well off you can fool around as much as you can. It’s your responsibility as a student to study and get good grades.” “Umm.. sir, I’m sorry but I’m not Yuta. You’re mistaking me for someone else” The moment Ryo spoke, he realized something was very wrong. His voice sounded strange, sounded so foreign it was as if he was listening to someone rather than speaking. The confusion was getting more and more into him, but as a person that had faced way too many troubles, he wasn’t about to panic. “I see you’re not taking me seriously yet. This is the last time I will allow you to skip classes. You won’t like what I do if you keep this up and if you fail.” His father spoke intimidatingly as he went back into reading newspaper. Before long, the woman came back, carrying another platter of ham and hotdog. “Dad, let’s give him a little space. He’s probably too stressed with school. I’m sure he just need time to think for himself.” The woman defended him as she looked at him, worriedly, with a motherly compassion. “And Yuta, ever since you got hooked into anime, you’re starting to change. Look honey, I won’t forbid you from doing what you like, but try to go to school alright? Did something bad happen at school? You should tell us your worries. We’re here for you.” Ryo couldn’t stand to look at the woman. It reminded him of his mother he hadn’t seen for so long. It was making his supressed longing for his parents emerge. While he nodded to what his mother said, Ryo connected all the information inside his brain, trying to come up with a comprehensive explanation. It seemed that he was in someone else body. Then, where was his real body? Something good came to Ryo’s mind. It’s not half bad to be stuck inside someone else’s body when he lived a shitty life anyway and the person he had become was someone this rich. Of course, he wanted to go back to his real body. He didn’t want his grandmother to be left alone. There was no one to take care of her besides him. Like the good actor he was, he started to adjust his personality to suit his parents. After all, trickery was his best talent. Maybe he can suck their money dry before going back to his body? “I’m sorry, mom… dad. It’s just that, my mind was messed up. I’m gonna go back to school today.” Teary eyed, Ryo hugged the woman he assumed was the mom in the household. The woman hugged him and the ‘dad’ simply sighed in relief as he stared at the two. While taking a bath, Ryo looked at the mirror and finally saw the face of the person named Yuta. The guy had a handsome face, but his hair looked like some overgrown seaweed that needed a cutting. Wearing Yuta’s uniform, Ryo came back downstairs as he told Yuta’s parents he was going to school. Ryo was about to leave when he remembered he forgot something crucial. Looking at Yuta’s mom, he asked… “My allowance, by the way?” “Honey, it seems having skipped school for so long made you forget. You can use as much as you want from the card we give you. Just be careful not to use it too much. We won’t be giving you money until the end of the month as always.” Ryo did see an ATM card and took it with him. He also saw the pin somewhere inside Yuta’s drawer. “Well, I was just hoping I’d get some more money” “No way honey, I think you get the most allowance out of your classmates. Now, go to school. You can’t be late after skipping class for so long right?” Ryo nodded as he left home. Surprisingly, the area was not too far away from his home. After taking a short bus ride, he soon found himself looking at the almost rundown house which he and his grandma live. In an instant, the door opened and a figure he knew so much came out from the other side of the door. “Ara..! Are you perhaps Ryo-chan’s friend?” Ryo was surprised but regained his composure in an instant. He hesitantly nodded in reply, but that was enough for his grandma to look sad. “Did… did something happen to him??” Ryo couldn’t help but ask. He wanted to know what happened to his body after he was sent to Yuta’s. This could help him get his body back. “Ryo.. is hospitalized right now. He hasn’t woke up in three days. He was found collapsed in some dark alley. Rumor says that someone he didn’t get along well took revenge on him. Poor kid…” It’s been only more or less an hour since Ryo took over Yuta’s body but it’s actually been three days. Just where his consciousness was in the past three days? Perhaps that dream…. Well, strangely, Ryo couldn’t remember the dream he had earlier anymore. Although he knew in heart it wasn’t just any other ordinary dream. “Please let me come with you!” The drive to the hospital could take them 30 minutes if they took bus. But with the way things are, Ryo had the money to at least take a taxi. Takako-baasan was getting weaker as time passes by. He wouldn’t dare to tire her out. He knew he was a jerk as a person but as a grandson, he love his grandma and was willing to do anything for her sake. Arriving at the hospital, Ryo found himself hesitant to enter the room where his body was. “Aren’t you coming in?” Taking courage, Ryo stepped inside to see himself masked with lots wires connected to his body. The deafening repetition of a “beep” was heard throughout the room which seemed to sadden Takako-baasan even more. Ryo tried to call out to his body but silence was its response. Knowing that there was nothing he could do, Ryo decided to leave. “I’m sorry for what happened to him. I hope he gets well soon. Here’s a small amount of money. I hope this can at least help reduce the hospital payment.” Ryo handed twenty thousand yen to Takako-baasan. That was a really huge amount of money to let go. But knowing that it wasn’t his own money, he wouldn’t care. Yuta’s family was really rich. What is a few thousand yen for helping someone needy? Besides, the person inside his body was probably Yuta. He’s even helping them out unknowingly. “This… such amount of money. Are you sure you’re willing? Honestly, I don’t even have any savings to pay for Ryo. If you’re serious, then I’m taking your generosity seriously. May God bless you for your kindness.” Ryo stayed a little while chatting with Takako-baasan but he knew he had to leave sooner or later. When Ryo left the hospital, Ryo pondered whether to just hang around the city or actually go to school. In the end, he decided going to school after all. It was going to suck if Yuta’s parents ask him what happened and he had nothing to answer. A little investigation had him know the year and section Yuta was. It was in the middle of third period when he casually entered the room and all eyes were on him. Of course, since Yuta hadn’t gone to school in two weeks and right now there he was… physically. “It’s been a long time Yuta. How’s your vacation? Go take your seat. I’ll have to talk with you later.” Yuta’s classmates were keeping silent but Ryo could hear them controlling themselves from laughing out. He didn’t pay it any mind and instead looked at the board while he listened to the lecture. Lunch break arrived and Ryo expected a few people to come close to him. Even an otaku like Yuta would have acquaintances after all. However, no one did. Rather than approaching him, everyone was trying to get as much distance away from him. The look in their eyes was like looking an inferior animal… and they looked with disgust. The same treatment continued for the whole day. Ryo had a gist of what was happening. No wonder Yuta had to turn to anime and shit to get by. Otherwise, he was going to breakdown and probably commits suicide. He was too tired to give a shit. He would probably punch a face or two and kick some right in the stomach if he didn’t have enough patience. But, he couldn’t afford to mess things up right now. His real body is in the hospital after all. He has nowhere else to go but live the life of Yuta. “I’m home…” Ryo said as he removed his shoes, sighing as he sat on the floor. “Welcome home honey. What’s with the big sigh?” Yuta’s mother appeared before him, rubbing his head. He instinctively pushed her hand away. The gesture reminded him of his mom. “I’m.. sorry, it’s just been a long day. I didn’t know things would be this tiring after not coming to school in weeks” “Well, at least you went to school. I’m proud of you honey. Now, go take a bath while the tub is hot.” “Sure thing mom…” While on the tub, Ryo pondered over everything that’s happening. It only just came to him that he really was living someone else’s life. School was bullshit. He never knew how it felt to be bullied. He sometimes bullied his classmates thinking it wasn’t something serious. Who knew it would actually make him feel this way. He was somewhat glad he wasn’t at the extreme side of bullying or he’d feel so bad. At the same time, he’s sorry for bullying some of his classmates. He promised in his heart to treat them better the next time they meet. When Ryo got out of bath, Yuta’s parents were already waiting for him at the table. He surely took his sweet time that he forgot about dinner. “What took you so long?” “I was.. thinking about stuff.. how it’s going to be good to get a makeover and clean my room.” Right after saying that, a strange silence followed. The silence made Ryo feel uncomfortable. Perhaps, he was found out? “Did… I say something wrong?” “No honey! That’s great. I knew this was just a small phase in your life. You used to be so energetic. I’m glad to see you going back the way you are. Dad, let’s go shopping tomorrow! It’s been a while since the three of us hanged out! This is gonna be exciting!” For some reason, it seemed Yuta’s mother was really excited about it. Ryo kept his mouth shut and simply watched the scene amusingly. “Sorry to say, but I have work tomorrow. I don’t want to be fired from work.” “Really, dear? Fired from work? Then you have to choose right here right now. Be fired from work or be fired as my husband.. Choose.” Hearing that, the man panicked a little before sighing heavily as he agreed in defeat. For some reason, Yuta’s mother actually has this much control in the family. “Good. I know this awesome place. It’s a shopping centre and supposedly there’s a new hairdressing shop I wanna try out… I mean.. Yuta. Yuta can try out was what I meant.” The next day, Ryo, together with Yuta’s parents went to a shopping center the woman had decided to go the previous day. Their first stop was the hairdresser. Yuta had a handsome face and his hair was ruining it. He was giving him a favour by getting him a haircut. “Excuse me, I’d like you to make my boy handsome. SO handsome! No celebrity can even compare.” “As you wish madame! This cute guy is such a gem. With a little polishing he’s gonna shine so bright no one can resist his light… Ara, that was a good rhyme. Well anyway, I’m giving him a Korean haircut, that’s really trendy right now. Nothing simple but nothing too flashy either. And I think an ash brown dye will suit his face. Don’t you think so?” The hairdresser talked like there was no end to it. Well, Ryo was going to let it slide. The outcome was better than he thought. For the second time, he looked like someone he didn’t knew. The new hairstyle was really trendy. He wanted to have this kind of haircut once but decided against it since going to hairdresser costs gold. “Honey, is that you!? You’ve become such a stud… you look just like your father when he was young… I remember back when he confessed…” Yuta’s mother started to brag about her romance and the father had this shy and uncomfortable expression on his. The shopping continued and it wasn’t bad to live like this. Ryo wondered if his life would be like this should his parents still be alive. Then again, there was no point in wishing for something that won’t happen. His parent’s won’t ever come back… …or so he thought. Hello it's tetsu again! I have risen back from the dead and I decided to continue the series I really liked. However it's been so long that I can't remember much of what I have in mind. Instead of continuing the story, i decided to write this anew. Also, the characters from the earlier part seems plain to me so I decided to give them more personality. Just like in the first chapter, Ryo here seemed to be more of a delinquent than the original version which was rather passive with his role. I plan to make this quick. so I can catch up soon. The story is already set up so the chapters may come faster that you think. I may also just copy some parts of the previous chapter if I think no changes is needed. So, how is it? Comment, suggestion, bad reaction or scolding??? ^^; Thanks for reading!