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He was just standing there, his eyes staring blankly at the moon. The only thing he wore was a hoodie that reached his lower thigh. It was cold… so very cold. The strong wind blew in his hair, making his body tremble. The blonde boy realized that he needed to find some kind of shelter, or he wouldn't make it. Where was he? He didn't know. The only thing that looked familiar was the moon that lit up the snowy night sky. "Where am I? Why am here?" he asked as if the moon would give him a response. As he sighed and went to sit by the giant lifeless tree, a voice responded. "I don't know" Startled by the sudden voice, he jumped to his feet. "W....who's th....there?” "I mean you no harm, lost one" the voice replied calmly The boy turned around. Behind him stood a man. He was tall, somewhat buff, and he had a long black tail and two black cat ears. The boy thought they were pretty cute. He looked strong, but not dangerous. ”W....where am I?" As he asked that question a strong cold wind blew right through him, making his body even colder. The blonde's whole body trembled, and he felt the last of his energy drain.

General Information Name: Marcello Corvi Nickname: Marcel; Marc Age: 18 Date of Birth: July 1st Zodiac: ♋ Gender: Male Ethnicity: Multiracial (Italian and Japanese) Home Country: Italy Current Country: Toshima, Tokyo, Japan Race: Human Blood Type: B+ Sexuality: Pansexual Position: Seke Other Medical Information: Isn't diagnosed with any mental conditions but takes sleeping pills on the nights he has nightmares Appearance: Height: 5' 11" Weight: 147 lbs Eye Color: A glistening gold like butterscotch Hair Style and Color: It's more of an unkempt style, the front of his hair is to his ears and the back is longer, going to his shoulders. The color is a dark brunette and he has two locks of hair dyed red. Skin: A warm brown Scars/Markings/Tattoos/Etc: Has a tattoo of an ancient dragon that runs up the sleeve of his arm, like this. There's also a scar on his left side from a stab wound, his twin brother was the one to stab him with a knife. Clothing: During the night Marcello dresses in flashy attire for the customers at his job but when he's at home he prefers to dress casual like a plain white t-shirt Other: Smokes cigarettes in his alone time, he doesn't believe Yoshiyuki approves that kind of behavior Personality/Traits: Marcello is a charming individual with a cool surface, he can swoon any man or woman with a flash of his fake smiles. But it's just an act, he knows what people want and gives it to them to gain leverage over them. He is manipulative and more so an enabler. He is caring towards the ones he loves and sometimes can allow them to do things that he doesn't agree with but Marcello does make it his job to look after the ones he loves even if they don't appreciate it. Brief History: To Be Revealed Extras: ★ Took a job as a Host when arriving in Japan ☆ Basically a caretaker & guardian for Yuki ★ Suffers from some recurring nightmares ☆ Dislikes Manga & Anime but pretends to like them for Yuki ★ Can speak three different languages: Italian, Japanese, and English ☆ Has sex with customers upon request, for cash of course Likes: ☆ Cooking ☆ Crime TV Shows ☆ Yoshiyuki's drawings ☆ Winter ☆ Horror Movies ☆ Cigarettes Dislikes: ★ Manga & Anime ★ Shallow men & women ★ Violence ★ Blood ★ Crowded Rooms ★ Being away from Yoshiyuki for long Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfnRNTzyNw4 Marcello, bathing in warm water, sighed to himself as he let his head lean back on the edge of the bath and stared at the ceiling. Everything was so calm and peaceful, he hadn't felt that way for a long time due to all the burdens that weighed on his shoulders. It felt so peaceful that the brunette couldn't help but to close his eyes and drift into a quiet state of mind, it wasn't long until he felt water fill his lungs. At this point Marcello quickly sat up, coughing up water and then suddenly with no warning he was shoved back under the water. Someone was trying to drown him, he couldn't make out the dark figure looming over him but he could see the twisted grin across the man's face. Marcello struggled, clawing at the dark figure as his lungs were deprived of air and demanded for it. He was pulled out from under the water, able to breathe once again and the dark figure drew close to him before whispering to him. 'Stay away from me' was what the dark figure said before shoving Marcello under the water once more, this time with no intention of letting him back up. The brunette struggled again but it was useless, he slowly felt himself drift farther away from consciousness as his eyes shut. His eyes flashed open as he drew in a long and hard breath as if he had been under water for a long period of time, unable to draw a single breath of air. He felt as if he'd been lying in a sauna, sweat covering his body. Marcello sat up on the bed, his legs hanging over the side of the bed and glancing over his shoulder he could see his twin lying on the other side of the bed. The two of them had their own bedrooms but the night before Marcello had stayed late with a customer and when he came home Yoshiyuki, his twin, was fast asleep and Marcello was very tired as well. He ended up sleeping beside the other in his bed, it was nostalgic in a way like when they were young children and shared the same bed. The brunette's gaze stayed on the smaller figure beside him for a little longer before he turned to look at the clock on Yoshiyuki's desk. 10:38 A.M. Most people would be up and about at this time of day but Marcello's line of work was conducted when the sun went down. Yoshiyuki on the other hand didn't have a job so he sleeps and wakes when he pleases but Marcello is not complaining, he prefer to keep his brother at home where he can't do any harm. That was different and intense, he thought to himself as he rose off the bed and wandered off into the hallway, moving towards the bathroom. Marcello suffered from these kind of nightmares but usually the dark figure, who try's to kill him, has nothing to say. This time the figure did speak to him. Marcello didn't like to ponder on the strange nightmares, he often took sleeping pills to help him with the nightmares but he wasn't trying to rely on them to much or he believe'd he could become addicted. The brunette entered the bathroom wearing only his wine red briefs and lifted the toilet seat before pulling down his briefs a little, then proceed to do his business as he let one hand press against the wall. After he finished peeing and lifted up his briefs he stood in front of the sink, turning on the faucet to wash his hands and then cup his hands under the running water to splash his face with the water. Looking over at the bathtub made his spine shiver, it still felt like the man could appear at any moment and hold him under water. Marcello shook his head as a way to get his mind off the nightmare and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling locks of his hair back and tying them into a ponytail. Marcello left the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen, stopping by his own room to retrieve a black t-shirt. He opened the fridge grabbing a carton of eggs, squared shaped pieces of ham, asparagus, and emmental cheese. One of Marcello's tasks as the caretaker of Yoshiyuki was making sure he ate, it wasn't that Yoshiyuki was one to starve himself but he was kind of picky and Marcello wasn't comfortable with his twin brother around open flames. The brunette put a pan on the stove and proceeded to prepare a breakfast for two. He was preparing an omelette, a more Italian style that he made frequently in his home country. Marcello cracked the eggs and stirred them before setting them into the pan, he put the squared pieces of ham in the pan as well. Later flipping the omelette and adding the cheese, letting it melt in the heat before turning off the stove fire. He cut the omelette in half and placed them on separate plates, cutting up the asparagus and adding diced up pieces of it on top of the omelette. The brunette placed the plates on the coffee table in their living room, instead of watching the news they mostly watched anime in the living room unless Yoshiyuki was deeply interested in a manga which then Marcello was free to watch whatever he wanted. He looked at the clock in the living room and it read, 12:05 A.M. It was time to wake up his twin, if he didn't force him awake from time to time then Yoshiyuki would sleep all day and stay up all night, officially becoming nocturnal. Marcello wandered down the hallway and opened the door to his brother's room, he saw Yoshiyuki still lying in bed. The room was dark but Marcello wouldn't dare open the blinds, his brother hated bright lights and would literally hurt him if he woke him in such a manner. Instead Marcello just walked over towards his brother and climbed into the bed, climbing further on top of the smaller boy. One hand running through the boy's blonde locks as the other removed some of the blankets covering his body and wandered up his shirt. Sadly he wasn't able to touch his brother the night before because he returned home too late, Yoshiyuki had already gone to bed and he felt terrible that he hadn't got to wish him a good night or eat a proper dinner with him. Sometimes certain work came up that he couldn't deny, it paid well to offer your body to paying customers and it wasn't like Marcello could turn down money when he wanted to take good care of his brother. But the worst parts are when he comes home late from jobs that require sexual service and Yoshiyuki is already asleep because it makes Marcello feel even more guilty than usual. His hand wandered further up the blonde's shirt, lifting the shirt in the process and revealing his brothers bare chest. He leaned down pressing his lips softly against the others chest and with no intention of using his voice in order to wake the boy up. Marcello continued giving soft kisses to Yoshiyuki's chest and then he moved up to rest his mouth between the boys neck, biting and sucking softly on the boys ivory skin.

Name: Hino Tamura Age: Twenty-Six Height: 5'11" Role: Assassin Personality: LOYAL : RESPONSIBLE : AGGRESSIVE : DISTRUSTFUL Bio: (Optional) Hino, an orphan, was trained from a young age to fight for survival alongside many other children like himself. It was a lonely childhood and lacked the proper warmth that only a caring mother or father could give. Hino became an Assassin purely for one reason, it was the only thing he knew how to do. I hate war. The Assassin laid silently across his back on the ground, covered from peering eyes by some bushes and clenching his side as he tried to delay the process of bleeding out. He would usually bandage himself up in this kind of situation but he lost most of his supplies when his team was attacked by enemies from the village they were attempting to infiltrate. It seemed though that the enemy knew they were coming, perhaps Hino had a rat among his team. I was too careless. Everyone was dead, if he had been a bit more careful then maybe this dilemma could have been avoided. But no, he wasn't careful and now he shared the same fate as the rest of his fallen comrades. Hino was born alone and he was damned to die alone like any other man he was forced into the life of an Assassin. Amber eyes agape, Hino stared up at the night sky as his breath hitched. Amazing, he thought as the night sky shined with glittering stars, never before had he actually had time to just look around him. For a land filled with war it could almost seem peaceful. "Maybe...I'll be reincarnated..become a bird or ladybug." The brunette grinned softly at the thought of having a kind of life with peace, it was better than the one he had now. "Argh!" He groaned with his eyes shut tight as he clenched to his side, the adrenaline from his earlier fight had now worn off and he could feel his body ache. It hurts. Soon the pain would be too much for him and he'd pass out, then bleed out on the grass he laid on. His eyes shot open, hearing foots steps not to far off from where he was lying. Was the person going to pass by and leave Hino to bleed out or would he discover the Assassin and dispose of him quickly. The brunette instinctively pulled a small blade from his side and tried his best to prop himself up. As the sound of feet neared closer and closer Hino got himself into position, he hadn't the energy to stand on his own feet so he had to settle by leaning against a tree, keeping the small blade close to him. Why was he planning to give a fight when he was already bleeding out and this life had nothing more to offer him. It was probably instinct or that's what Hino wanted to think. The brunette tried to control his breathing as much as possible but it was almost impossible, he even began to feel his hand tremble as it held the blade. Strange

The door leading into the Hageshi household creaked open, the noise carrying throughout the large yet empty house. The man stepping through the door was covered in bruises and bumps, the stench of dried blood surrounded him. The silver haired boy closed the door behind himself, walking towards the stairs and climbing up them. Sometimes letting out a soft groan as his body ached from the pain, he was in rough shape and probably had a few broken ribs. But all of this was not something to be alarmed about because these were signs that the young man, Morie Asano, had completed his initiation. Now he was officially apart of the clan, a member of the yakuza and loyalist to the Hageshi family. It truly was an honor to become apart of the clan, they had looked after Morie since he was young and now he showed his appreciation by following under them. The young man honestly couldn't stop grinning to himself even though he had gotten a real good beating, he was finally apart of the clan and that's all that mattered. Reaching up the stairs Morie stepped into a hallway and walked all the way down into the hallway, stopping at the last door to the right. The silver haired boy could hear running water from inside the room, he's in the shower, he thought to himself as he opened the door. Morie entered the room belonging to the young master, Kasai, and slipped off his shoes. It wasn't only his initiation day but his birthday as well and he thought the night would be most enjoyable by spending some time with Kasai, a boy he adored dearly and paid too much attention to. Morie wondered if Kasai even knew today was his birthday, it wouldn't be a problem for the boy if Kasai had forgotten but it has always been a nice thought in Morie's head that Kasai would surprise him someday. "Kasai, I'm back. How was school?" Morie called out from the other side of the bathroom door as he made his way towards the door, avoiding the small pile of messes scattered across the room. He proceeded to open the bathroom door and step inside, the curtain to the shower shut and the water running. Morie started opening the drawers and cupboards in the bathroom, looking for a first-aid kit so he could bandage himself up. The young man sighed as he placed his hands on the sink and stared at his reflection, he inspected his face. Touching his busted cheek, hissing only slightly after the skin on skin contact and retreating his hand. Morie turned his back to the mirror, leaning his body against the edge of the sink and glancing over towards the shut curtain. "Young master, how much longer are you going to be in there?" After an exciting yet rough day Morie felt like he needed some company, he wanted to see Kasai and just spend time with the younger boy.

Okay guys, I know it's been a while since I really posted much. And that is because of this fanfic right here. I've been working on it for a while now and I finally feel as though it's good enough to share with you guys. So this will be a different kind of fic. Each chapter will be the point of view of a character. So, with that said, some will he longer, while others not so much. For other Dragonball Z fans, such as myself, I am sure we have all seen the Ressurection of Frieza movie. Well, this story will take place after. HOWEVER, a few things will be changed. What would happen if Goku wasn't the one who defeated Frieza? Those questions answered.

A Failed Possession A story about a ghost with unfinished business and a boy he failed to possess. Status: Ongoing/In Progress Genre: Psychological; Tragedy; Supernatural; Romance; Yaoi Trigger Warnings: N/A (so far) Author’s Note: Lately, I’ve been thinking about adapting my stories (and possibly RPs with partners’ permissions/help?) into webcomics or RPGs/visual novels (anthology novel?~). I dunno~ I’ll see were this all takes me. It would be cool, if a game becomes popular and people see that it originated on YO. ^ v ^ There will be figurative language everywhere, so be wary of metaphors and symbolism. Everything has a reason! *fiery passion for literature in eyes* Anyway, please enjoy my story. Feel free to give me feedback through VMs, PMs, or posting in this thread. *bows humbly* U v U 〜(^∇^〜）♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥（〜^∇^)〜 Table of Contents Prologue

Summary: How Daisuke and Sen meet for the first time, and more. Status: Ongoing Warnings: teenage douchebags using bad and derogatory language (in narration too sorry), violence, and underaged sex (for future chapters, and I don't go lower than 15/16) Comments: Okay, so some of you guys might recognize Yamada and Sen from Don't Say Nothing If You Ain't Got that Swing. It's been hard for me to grasp Sen's voice again (which sucks, and why I don't really like Chapter 3 of that), but even back then I was trying to write something else in this verse from Yamada's point of view. So this is basically another go at their relationship from another angle. We can consider this an AU, in all honesty. They'll eventually get to sexing, but this is gonna be an epic love story (hopefully), that I like (because development, friendship!!! dumb asshole friends arguing and fighting and then hooking up or something). Yeah, basically. Daisuke is Yamada's first name, just in case that ain't clear. I already have quite a bit of this story typed out, so y'know, yeah

At times Mayuzumi still wonders why he agreed to it, perhaps it was just moment of complete delusion when he could not think straight, after all seconds prior he did asked Kuroko out to which he agreed fairly easy. Next thing boy did back then, though, was to call Akashi, now that he thinks about it maybe that action should have sobered him up from this sugary fantasy of his. To him Kuroko was like rare unlock able character from one of his otome games, someone you wouldn’t mind to pay money for. Mayuzumi wanted to taste Kuroko, to see if he was like that vanilla milkshake he was holding in his had even at that moment. He did got to taste Kuroko that very evening, however what he couldn’t predict was that there will be one more pair of hands running down expanse of Kuroko’s naked flesh mapping it out with soft touches. Or rather tracing already well known routes that smaller one loved the most. There was one more mouth to leave gorgeous red flowers on Kuroko’s pale skin, to kiss that angelic being just to leave him breathless. There was one more body in bed with Mayuzumi and Kuroko, a body of non other than Akashi Seijuro. Mayuzumi would never say that he was shocked that they let him in on their beautiful relationship. But he was, while he would have preferred to keep Kuroko for himself only, like one of the prized figurines he possessed, he was happy with what he got. Truth to be told at times he found his life looking like some cheesy light novel that he would read. And while at start he did got jealous of Akashi of just how easily he would touch Kuroko, now months later he would still feel pissed off at red head. There was some rivalry between them for Kuroko’s attention, but the boy in question had none of it and would chose to ignore both of his boyfriends till matters were settled. And like always they would settle on temporary truce. Mayuzumi always had bit of foul mouth really, for he simply chose to not care what others thought of him and his obsessions. Akashi and Kuroko would always ask him to watch his language especially in public, and really their request wasn’t surprising knowing how overly sickening polite those two were. In Mayuzumi’s eyes at least. So imagine his surprise when either of two of them would unexpectedly kiss him. At first he was absolutely confused. He did welcome it from Kuroko but Akashi’s action terrified him a bit. Especially at public. Showing and receiving affection for Mayuzumi was hard even behind closed door, publicly it was almost unbearable. But those two didn’t seem to mind at all quite frankly they seemed to enjoy this little game they were playing. It was so frustrating, so no wonder that his mood would worsen day by day. He was in utter confusion. That is until one night when all three of them were watching movie, well Akashi was checking his schedule on phone and Kuroko was reading something while sitting in Akashi’s lap and so it happened that Mayuzumi himself was hardly paying attention on what was happening. Half into the movie he started to question why they even wanted to watch it, while they weren’t even actually watching it. But his musings where cut short when Kuroko nudged his thigh with his feet. After receiving rise of a brow in questioning matter, smaller one simply said that if Mayuzumi hated it so much he should just stop cursing. Only next day when he woke up in mess of tangled limbs and sheet did he finally understood Kuroko’s words and weird kisses that were given to him. And indeed now that he though back to it he was kissed every time after cursing, no matter how silently. He could have laughed and stupidity of this whole ordeal, but he knew that three can play this game. ----------- also on AO3

Summary: Gackt is taking another role as actor in playing the murder Takegami Teijiro in a movie about his life. Meeting the man he is supposed to play things start to get interesting in both their lifes. This story is kinda based on GACKTs acting in one episode of the Japanese Drama "MR BRAIN" where he played a canibal murder Takegami Teijiro. Status: Prologue: Completed Chapter 1: Completed Chapter 2: being translated Chapter 3 - ff: only in German so far In Progress Warnings: Probably cannibalism.. I am not so sure on how this story will develop. XD Another warning: bad English.. it isn't my first language and I so far haven't found someone willing to translate the story from german to english for me. _________________________________________________________________________________________ Prologue: Dangerous Love Affairs „No,…no, not like this. CUT!!!“ The director shook his head and sighed deeply. „Gackto-san… try to think like him. Understand his feelings,… his actions and adopt it.“ Keiichi moved his arms wild to sign his words and Gackt sighed. //That’s easier said than done. I am supposed to play a serial killer who ate his victims and he is telling me to understand him…// Gackt suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and looked at Keiichi. „Can we take a break? This is kind of really tiring.“ The director lifted an eyebrow and finally nodded. „Well then, let’s take a break.“ After a glance on his watch he shook his head instead. „Better we simply stop for today. It is late and I am afraid we won’t get far anymore today.“ He sighed and clapped his hands. „Okay guys… That’s a wrap!. We’ll see each other tomorrow for the chasing scenes.“ Gackt got up and stretched. This shooting really was tiring. He loved being an actor and always had the feeling that it was easy for him to find into the roles but this one was really something different. He was supposed to play in a movie about the life of the serial murder Takegami Teijiro, who after killing his victims eat their flesh. In the moment Takegami was a prisoner in the Tokyo prison waiting for his death sentence to be fulfilled. It wasn’t the first time that Gackt asked himself why Keiichi was so willing to make the life story of such a man but it seemed interesting for the audience, and even his fans liked the idea of him playing a serial killer. Still the vocalist asked himself how he should ever be able to play this man the way Keiichi was expecting it. The director had shown him the documents he had collected. Every piece of newspaper, every small article, meticulous sorted in the folder. Even court records that of course weren’t official, could be found in this folder. Gackt had to admit to himself that he could understand Keiichis interest in Takegami. It was the psych of this guy that caught his interest and got him into taking the role. Still it was hard to play the man the way the articles and newspapers where showing him. Gackt slowly walked to his trailer and was about to open the door when Shiro came running. „Gackt-san, Gackt-san wait a second!“ The young assistant of the marketing boss stopped in front of him breathing heavily for a few seconds. „Shiro is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.“ The young man was really a bit white around his nose and that had for sure nothing to do with his little run. Shiro just shook his head and again gasped for air like a fish on the ground. „The… the boss just got a call from the prison…“ he stuttered. „Take… Takegami wants to talk to you, Gackt-san!“ Now it was Gackts turn to look like he had seen a ghost. He had the feeling that every drop of blood had left his face and he was looking at Shiro completely blank. „Please… What?“ Why should Takegami Teijiro want to talk to him? That was something the vocalist couldn’t understand so far. Shiro collected his breath again to calm down before he continued. „He knows about the movie and the filming and also that you have taken over his role. He… wants to talk to you. I have no idea about what but... the boss made the appointment for tomorrow morning.“ Gackts mimic seemed to get even worse cause Shiro took a step backward. „Tomorrow… morning already?“ The boy nodded. „Yes there is no filming tomorrow and well… Takegami seemed to be pressing on a soon meeting. You will get a ride at 9 Gackt-san.“ Gackt took a deep breath before he nodded slightly. „It’s okay. Then… tomorrow morning it is.“ The vocalist again nodded and smiled slightly even if it felt hard to do so. He waited another few seconds but when Shiro didn’t say anything he opened the door of his trailer and stepped in. The night was short and even Gackt had to admit too short. He had been spending many hours thinking about what would happen but hadn’t received any idea. Sometime in the morning hours he had fallen asleep just for minutes when the relentless clock woke him up again. The vocalist got out of the sheets and dressed for the meeting which purpose he still didn’t understand. When he heard the car in front of his door he still wasn’t really sure about everything. Gackt took his jacket and with a last look into the mirror opened the door in the very moment when the driver had his hand lifted to knock. He couldn’t suppress the slight smile crawling on his lips when he saw the irritated look in the man’s face, letting his hand sink. “Go... good morning Gackt-San. My name is Officer Shusuke and I am here to get you to the prison.” The officer took a step back and slightly bowed before Gackt before escorting him to the car. As expected by the vocalist it was a police car and he had to smile thinking about the thoughts of his fans if they where about to see him getting away in a police car. He got into the car waiting for the officer to follow. It was an uneasy feeling but he was trying to stay calm. Officer Shusuke got in and started right away. The drive wasn’t that long, Shusuke was silence but Gackt had the feeling that the other wasn’t feeling quiet well in his presence. He noticed the secret looks the officer sent him and wasn’t sure if he should ask him about that. When the car arrived at the prison Gackt felt the tense rising in meeting Takegami. The doors opened and the car rolled onto the inner yard. Waiting for the officer to open up the door Gackt waited in the car before he got out. He let his gaze run through the yard up the walls. The officer guided him into the building and through the different security checks. Gackt had the feeling it took a lifetime to finally arrive at the conference room and sitting at the table there. The tense rose again when the door closed and left him alone with his thoughts. Still he hadn’t found a reason why Takegami had wished for meeting him. The vocalist was so caught up in his thoughts that he trembled when the door was opened. The first thing he saw was a police officer entering the room and looking around. When he was pleased with what he saw he nodded to his colleague who obviously had waited for that sign before entering the room with Takegami Teijiro. Goosebumps running down Gackts spine he couldn’t prevent to tense up at the sight of the man. Takegami was wearing the blue prison pants but not wearing the same blue shirt as any other prisoner, he had a straight jacket closed to his throat. But this wasn’t the thing that scared the most when looking at him, it was the look into his face. Except for his eyes Gackt wasn’t able to see any more than that. The other man was wearing a plastic mask over his mouth and nose. Gackt had seen the articles about the man trying to bite the guards and prisoners and it was a part of self-defence in having him wear this mask. Still it was something that caused him to slightly gulp and trying not to make it so noticeable for anyone when the officer lead Takegami to the small desk. Completely calm the other man let himself place on the table when the police officers first went back to the door before leaving the room and closing the door after them. They seemed to be entirely sure that nothing would happen leaving Gackt alone with the mass murderer. Takegami had noticed the change of appearance on the other and a slight smile curled on his otherwise straight face.

Sasuke was returning home from yet another exhausting day at school. It's Friday night and it's his weekly meetings with his Nii-san, Itachi. Every week, they got to a new place. Today, they're going to the park. Sasuke is bouncing up and down with excitement and with anticipation for what is to come. Unconsciously, Sasuke rubs his butt, thinking of how good Itachi feels there inside of him. Sasuke runs up the stairs to his bedroom and throws his bookbag onto his bed and hurriedly grabs his clothes for a quick shower before Nii-san gets there. He strips his clothing and marvels at how fast his erection came to be with just a thought of Itachi. Hesitantly, Sasuke starts to rub himself slowly, then a lot harder and faster, playing with the tip, until, finally, he spurts out his seed. "That wasn't nearly as good as what Nii-san does to me..." Sasuke sighs with a pout. He turns on the hot water and gets in, washing his hair and his body quickly. Sasuke got out and quickly dressed. As he did so, he smiled because he heard Itachi's sexy and velvety voice calling his name. He opened the door, flew down the stairs and jumped into Itachi's arms, knocking him to the ground. With a big smile on Sasuke's face, he said, "Welcome back, Nii-san." Itachi wrapped his arms around his Nii-chan's waist, hugging him tightly to him. "Sasuke," Itachi says in that sexy voice of his, "I've missed you so much," he added, while burying his face in the hollow of Sasuke's throat. "Nii-san," says Sasuke in his breathy tone. Sasuke closes his eyes and leans his head in for his Nii-san's welcoming kiss but, when it never came, he stares back in confusion. Itachi never left him hanging like that before. Something must be wrong, right? Wait, what if it's him? What if he did something wrong? Panic started to seize him, gripping his throat tightly to where he can barely breathe. His pulse and heart beating erratically. "I-I-" stuttered Sasuke, trying to contain the tears that threaten to leak. He pushed himself off of Itachi and hurriedly ran up the stairs to his room before Itachi could grab him. Sasuke slammed himself onto his bed, sobbing his heart out. He heard a light knock on his door then Itachi's voice drifting in. "Sasuke-" he tried to begin but he was interrupted by Sasuke telling him to go away. "Please," he begged, "let me explain..." Sasuke desperately wants to open his door and let Itachi in to explain. He couldn't do it though. He missed his Nii-san too much and when he refused his welcoming kiss...he can't bare the thought of himself being the cause of driving his precious Nii-san away. He can't deal with that right now. Sasuke takes a deep breath to calm his heart and his overly-sensitive emotions. As a whisper, "Come in..." but it was just loud enough where Itachi can hear. He slowly opens the door. He begins again with, "Sasuke," he takes a few steps towards him. "What do you want, Itachi?" Sasuke's voice, the hurt and humiliation was evident. He was lying on his stomach, face facing the wall away from Itachi. He sighed and sat himself down by Sasuke's side. "Little brother...I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, why I froze like that... I've missed you so much it hurt." He took a break to collect the rest of his thoughts, running his fingers through his tousled black hair, frustrated. "I guess-this is going to sound really lame but it must be said-since I haven't seen you in over a year, seeing you now... I guess it just surprised me how different you look and yet-not. You're taller-taller than me now, I think, your hair is longer, body slimmer; well-muscled. You're even a year older-all without me being here... So I thought to myself: Why am I even here? Sasuke doesn't need me...look at him." Itachi was quiet after that. He took a moment then continued onward. "So, I guess what I'm trying to say... I'm afraid that someday you'll wake up and decide you don't want me anymore... That you'll fall in love with someone other than me. That you'll decide I'm not enought for you...and you'll leave me for good someday. I know that our love is forbidden, but I can't help loving you, not as my little brother-though that love is there-but as a lover. I love you, Sasuke. With all my heart." Finished saying what was inside his heart all these years, he stood up to leave but, before so, Sasuke grabbed a hold of his wrist. Surprised, Itachi turned and made eye contact with his Nii-chan. "Make love to me..." says Sasuke, his voice coming out as barely a whisper. "Make love to me, Itachi." This time, his voice comes out a lot stronger. "My love for you hasn't changed since the beginning of time, the beginning of us. It hasn't lessened, only progressed. Make love to me." Sasuke is now standing up, still holding onto Itachi's wrist. "I love you, Itachi, now and forever. Make love to me," he says a fourth time. As those words set in, Sasuke pulled Itachi in for a kiss filled with love, desire, need, and passion. When they finally came up for air, Sasuke smiled. "Guess I am taller than you," he stated. Sasuke pulled him in for another kiss, this time, there was more tongue mixed in with heated passion. Sasuke's tongue sought out Itachi's. Finding it, he twirled his tongue around it, taking the lead and exploring Itachi's mouth, taking everything in... He could feel Itachi's body melting into his, making them one. Then, he lowered his hand until he felt Itachi's bulge which meant Itachi had a full blown erection. He rubbed it slowly, slowly still... He broke their kiss and now Itachi's moans of pleasure escaped his mouth. Sporting a devilish grin, Sasuke pulled Itachi's shirt up revealing his well-muscled chest and his taut pink nipples. He removed his hand from Itachi's erection, not wanting him to cum just yet. He brought it up to Nii-san's left nipple and pinched it, not hard but applying just the right pressure. He brought his lips down onto the other nipple, swirling his tongue around the tip. Itachi's moans of pleasure forming into words. "An, an, ann!" he cries out. After flicking his tongue a couple of more times, he leaned his head up and claimed Itachi's lips once more in a kiss. "Itachi," he breathed, "tell me you want more." He removed his hand from his nipple and lowered it downwards again, cupping him. "Beg me for more." Sasuke leaned into him and kissed him more, rubbing his hand up and down Itachi's bulge, applying more pressure to his erection. Itachi cries, “I...I want more! Please! Make me beg for more! Oh! Sasuke!” His cries came louder, louder still. Itachi’s pants were now unbuttoned and pulled off. Sasuke lifts Itachi’s shirt over his head. Sasuke kisses him gently and tenderly, lips moistening. Itachi now stands completely nude before Sasuke. With his hand on Nii-san's lower back, his mouth atop his, he gently pushes him towards the bed and lays him back. Sasuke straddles Itachi's lap and leans down to suck him. He flicks his tongue across Nii-san's tip. He covers it with his mouth, sucking and pulling, scraping it with his teeth gently, but using just the right amount of pressure. Finally, Sasuke takes the full length of him into his mouth, running his tongue along the hilt. He brings his mouth back to the tip, sucking, pulling...slides it back down, up, back down again until he finds the right rhythm for Itachi and himself, moving faster, going harder... He continues this for for a while. Itachi's cries becoming louder, encouraging, needy, more persistent and wanton. "An, an, aan!" he cries. "Sasuke! Oh my god!" His hands are tangled in Sasuke's medium-lengthed black hair. "S-Sasuke," he whimpers, "I...I think I'm gonna c...cum!" With that last word, Itachi delivers Sasuke's mouth his seed, he drinks it up hungrily. Itachi lies there, drained. Removing his mouth completely, Sasuke crawls up and kisses Itachi with the taste of his own orgasm on his little brother's lips. He was surprised to find how much he liked that. Itachi clung to Sasuke like his life depended on him. Now, with both their lips swollen from the passion of their kisses. Sasuke turns his Nii-san onto his stomach with his butt up in the air, back arched. Sasuke has a full view of his Nii-san's anal cavity. Small, tight, never known a man's touch. "Nii-san," asks Sasuke, "have you never know a man?" "N-no," was the reply. Sasuke went back to doing what he started. He licked it, a single lick from top to bottom. Itachi screamed out with pleasure. "I-I never r-realized how s-sensitive that s-spot was." He was so lost in the sensation that he could barely get those words out. "More," he moaned. Sasuke continued with his tongue. As he did so, Sasuke dipped his tongue in his Nii-san's tight hole, making it wetter. He reached his hand around his front and easily found Itachi's erection. He rubbed his thumb over the head, a little harder now. While he did so, his tongue was flicking inside and out of his sensitive spot. He removed his mouth and replaced it with a rubbing of his forefinger. He slowly poked his finger in, gently now. His hand was working on Nii-san's erection, making him moan with double the pleasure, reaching higher. He's panting now, he can barely breathe. Sasuke is taking him higher with every stroke, every rub of his hands on both Itachi's erection and his other most sensitive area, driving him to insanity. He could feel how close Itachi was to cumming again. He removed his hand but quickly replaced it with his tongue, not missing a beat. He could feel it more by how fast his breathing and how erratic his heart beat is becoming. Here it comes now; the creamy white juice covering Sasuke's hand, dripped onto his black comforter. He removed the hand with Nii-san's creamy sweetness, remembering the delicious taste of his Nii-san's orgasm. With a final lick and flick of his tongue, he rubbed the creamy liquid into the hole his mouth and other hand just vacated. Working his hands to open and soften the spot to wear it won't hurt in a painful way, he asked, "Nii-san, are you ready to make love with me?" Itachi's heavy breathing was the result of his second orgasm. His voice was lost with all of the moaning and screaming Sasuke caused him to make but at last, he managed to get out, "I-I'm ready. P-Please! give me more, Nii-chan!" Ready to oblige his Nii-san, Sasuke shed his clothing and aligned the head of his erection at the point of entrance on Itachi's body. He slowly pushed in, Itachi's cries filling the air in the room. "Does it hurt, Nii-san?" he asked. Itachi replied with, "N-no! Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop!" Sasuke pushed his cock in a little more, stopped to gauge Itachi's reaction. Satisfied he hadn't caused Nii-san pain, he slammed himself home. He paused yet again to give Itachi time to adjust. With grunts and moans of encouragement, Sasuke slowly pulled the hilt out, leaving the head of his cock, slick with his own pre-juice mixed with Itachi's last orgasm, inside. He pushed back in, ramming all the way to the hilt, pulling back out, slamming home, again. Continuing this until both Itachi's and Sasuke's cries of pleasure erupted simultaneously. They found their rhythm, each matching the other's. Sasuke easily found the spot that drives Itachi wild with every stroke that hits and rubs up against that most sensitive area of his. He continued to hit it, revving their pleasure and desire ever higher until, finally, they can't take the pressure anymore and they make an orgasmous roar of their release. With Sasuke not being to hold himself up any longer, he collapsed onto Itachi. With them both completely spent, and neither of them wanting to move nor did they even have the energy, they fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms with a radiant smile upon their faces. After that night of their confessions of love for each other and intense lovemaking, they became even more inseparable than before. They would go to new places and spend time together as a couple, but at night, they took turns ravishing each other's bodies, hungry and craving. Their love grew each day and every night. There was no Sasuke without Itachi. There was no Itachi without Sasuke. Their love grew, and grew it did. By the time they were both dead many, many years later, they were found together, in each other's arms with loving smiles upon their faces.

Okay, this takes place after Exody's was defeated, but before Nexus is reborn, to those of you following the Dragonball Z Roleplayd. Enjoy, relax. I do not own Dragonball Z, its characters, or blahblahblah. WARNING: Includes rape and Incest. ----------------------------------------- Another day, another evening. The only thing on Goku's mind was that moment, as he lied on the soft grass by the lake. His eyes trailed to his father, Bardock, who was sitting beside him. Both had their eyes on the dusk sky, watching as the sun set over the lake's horizon. Beautiful colors of orange, red, and yellow dances on the water, playing tricks on the mind. Bardock's mind wondered, his eyes shining brightly as the remainder of the sun hit the irises. They almost looked green, then. But Goku knew the true color was hazel. He raised a hand, clothes torn and disheveled from sparring, "Hey." He shoved Bardock's arm softly. Bardock moved from the playful shove and his mouth pulled into a smile as he glanced over, "Yeah?" "Thanks for coming with me." He leans up, pulling his legs against his chest, "To be honest I've been a little worried about you." Bardock didn't look at Goku then, but he nodded once to sjow he was listening, "Me?" Goku nodded , "Yeah.. you've been a complete wreck since... well. You know. You scared everyone that day." Bardock nodded again, his eyes watching as the sun slowly set, "I loved him.." Goku nodded as well, "I know. But hey, once we find all the dragonballs, we can wish him back." Goku smiled then, looking for any hint on Bardock's face that he was happy with this answer. Bardock's mouth pulled into a smile, reaching up and taking ahold of the wedding ring he was going to give to Nexus the day Exodys arrived. He fingered the ring he wore, close to his heart, "I know.. can.. we not talk about this now?" "Sure. Sorry.." Goku allowed his voice to trail off, then he smiled again, "How about that powerup, though? You were all like 'Bitch, I'mma kill you!'" He had poofed out his chest and lowered his voice as he said it. Then he laughed, "That Gracie sure knows how to be an inspiration!" Bardock laughed as well, turning to fave Goku, "Yeah. Did you see the look on Krillen's face? I thought he was gonna shit himself." "On Krillen's face?? How about Vegeta's face?? He can't stand you, and the fact that you're at a higher power level than he is while only Super Saiyan 2 drives him crazy!" Bardock laughed again, then loomed back at Goku, "How are you two, anyway?" Goku shrugged, "Alright, I guess. Still won't mark me." "You know.. I don't like the fact that he calls you an idiot all the time." Bardock fingered the necklace again. Goku smiled, but only slightly, "I know. But he's been saying that for twenty years. I just learned to ignore him. It's 'baka' that irritates me."

Fandom: Dramatical Murder. Pairing: Sly Blue/Sei. Genre: Angst. Badly written angst at that. Summary: Just a simple oneshot that my friend inspired me to write one late night some time ago. Trigger warning for suicide, self harm mention and of course death. Enjoy the read. You can also have the lovely song that inspired this: ____________________________________ He had lost track on how long it had been, since he had felt the warmth of the other. He tried to remember the sound of his voice, his lingering touches as Sly slept. The frail fingers that traced along his back to wake him up and the soft kisses that woke him up in the morning. He stared at his ceiling, blinking every now and then to remove the tears that seemed to run down his cheek. Glancing over he looked at the wrinkled sheets covered on his bedside, he reached out to touch the soft fabric that once had his brother nestled in the sheets but he retracted it. He bit his lip as he shut his eyes trying to focus on getting some sleep for once. Though the same image just came flashing in his mind, he could remember it all. The moment when Sei was going downhill after he was rescued from Platinum Jail, He had always been weak and quiet from the moment he arrived back to his home, their home. The place where he laughed and smiled with him, though Sly had no idea what was going on in his head. He had….always looked so happy despite the many scars that coated his body, Sly was always careful with him, planting kisses on every scar and mark on his damaged skin. He remembered the time when he did that and feeling that familiar shudder, he remembered glancing up and seeing a smiling Sei. The words "I love you." leaving his lips. He was the one person who taught Sly how to love, regardless of how little he knew about it. He was the only person who truly completed Sei. "Sei?" Sly managed to call out before being greeted with silence, usually he was greeted with a sweet hello when he entered the house. The only noise that seemed to echo the house was the TV noise in the background and Tae-san was cooking his meal in the background. "Aoba, go get your brother for his dinner. He’s been quiet all day." She muttered as she prepared the stew she had on the boiler. Sly simply let out a small groan before matching up the stairs, Sei was most likely sleeping anyway, he did a lot of that lately. He walked over to his room before dumping his bag down and kicking his shoes off, glancing around the room. "Huh, not here." He mumbled and looked at the ruffled up sheets. "Yup, must’ve just woke up." he cracked his neck side to side before he could hear the faint sound of water running in his bathroom, the male wore a mischievous grin on his face as he crept closer to the door. Oh god, he was gonna scare Sei so bad, then probably laugh as Sei chased him out in just a towel. What a perfect visual. Though the moment he kicked the door open, he was greeted with a horrific sight. The colour drained from Sly’s face as he took in the scene, Sei was sitting upwards against the counter. A razor blade clasped in one hand and on the other arm, his sleeve was rolled up and a large cut with dried blood on it was travelling down his arm, his blood was splattered onto his white sweater. Sly dropped to his knees, hot tears flooded to his face. Loud sobbing echoing the house before Tae bolted up the stairs, only to be met with the same horrible sight, only staring in disbelief. "Sei….Sei, please…." Sly mumbled before crawling over, wrapping his arms around his brother tightly, burying his head into Sei’s shoulder. Just wanting to feel his brother’s warmth, for any sign that he wasn’t completely gone, though now it was too late. Tae-san had already called the hospital, and after several attempts managed to pry Sly’s grip from his brother. Sly trembled in Tae-san’s arms struggling to swallow the sight of his brother’s lifeless body. He was gone, he was really gone. Sly bit back harsh words as the images flashed before his eyes, he buried his head into his pillow, still trembling in shock. It had been six months since Sei’s death and he was still coming to terms with it. Though he swore he could feel someone brush against his cheek, it was soft and warm…just like….him. Wait—- He was quick to tilt his head, a transparent form appearing before him. It was smiling before him, though it was bittersweet. He recognised the form straight away. The ghostly fingers traced along his face, his thumbs brushing away his tears. Sly brought his hand up before trying to cup Sei’s cheek, just wanting to feel him once more. Sei brought a hand to Sly’s before nuzzling it a little before leaning in before placing a faint kiss on his lips, mouthing the same words he said at the start. "I love you Sly, thank you for everything." he said in a faint whisper, Sly managing to fight his tears back. Feeling that warm feeling he felt again before the form dispel before him, leaving him with his memories again. "No…" he managed to mumble inbetween sobs, trying to catch his breath before sitting up, gripping his brothers sweater before burying his face into it. "Please come back…"

Prologue It was a calm Spring morning in Death City, and Kid was going to Soul’s house. Recently, Kid has been visiting Soul and Maka more often, to work on plans for the Kishin expeditions, and stopping Kishin Asura. Walking up the stairs of Soul and Maka’s home, a pit of worry formed at the pit of Kid’s stomach. He was…nervous. He had always had a huge crush on Soul, since the very beginning. Ever since he had battled Soul on the battlefield, his eyes always got wide and his breath was taken away for split seconds when Soul’s muscular, strong male body transformed into the razor sharp, amazing red and black scythe. Kid had always wanted to touch Soul, to run his hands down Soul’s muscular chest, to hug him, to hold his warm body. He also had always wanted to try out Soul’s scythe form for himself. He had always felt envious and jealous of Maka, the fact that she got the best weapon in the school was overwhelming for him. But Kid, being shy and reserved, had not told anyone about his fantasies- not even Liz or Patty, his own partners who were sisters and like family to him. Kid let out a sigh, and rung the doorbell to Soul and Maka’s apartment. It took a few moments, but the door opened. Maka stood there. She seemed puzzled. “Kid? What are you doing here?” She asked, cocking her head slightly in confusion. Kid placed his hands in his jacket pockets, his facial expression blank and he seemed tired. “I’m here to discuss the Kishin plan, and what we will be doing about it for the next few days. Would you be so kind to let me in, or am I prohibited from entering your premesis?” He asked. “Uhm… it’s fine, Kid. You can come in.” Maka opened the door wide, and Kid entered, his amber eyes blank…but a shimmering glow somewhere behind them. He enjoyed entering Soul and Maka’s house. It had a cozy, warm atmosphere that Kid really liked. Maka closed the door and asked Kid to take off his shoes. He complied, and then started going upstairs to find Soul, but Maka let out a “tsk tsk.” “W…what?” Kid stammered, turning around to face Maka. “You’re not allowed up there now. He’s busy with homework,” she said firmly. Kid felt a pang of sadness come to his stomach and his heart sink down lowly. “R-really? B-but…please?” Kid asked, his eyes suddenly became shimmery and sad. “Can’t I say hello to him?” “Ugh…fine. What’s with the sudden interest?” She asked, but Kid just brushed her off and went upstairs. “It’s nothing,” he called to her. She seemed confused. Going upstairs, Kid’s legs suddenly got a little shaky and nervous. He paused in front of Soul’s door, his heart pounding like crazy in his chest. Ba-dump Ba-dump He opened it a crack, and shyly stepped inside. “Soul?” He asked. Soul, who was working by the desk and heard Kid’s voice, stood up and padded over to Kid. “Oh hey, Kid. What’s up? Did Maka let you in?” He asked. Kid nodded. “Y-yes, she did. Um…what are you doing?” Soul smiled at Kid. He had been used to this embarrassed type of reaction from Kid, in fact it was completely noticable. “I’m just studying…it’s really freakin boring, I’ll tell you that. Why don't we…uhm…talk a little?” Soul said calmly, letting Kid into his room. Kid blushed and sat on Soul’s bed. Then Kid looked at his feet, silent. “You okay?” Soul asked, sitting down next to Kid and gently placing his hand upon Kid’s back. Kid nodded quietly. “I’m fine.” Kid informed. “Alright, good. Look… I know things are hard nowadays. I feel you there. Don't feel down about it.” Soul reassured. He gave Kid a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Kid smiled. “Thank you, Soul. It’s appriciated.” There was an awkward silence between the two of them. Eventually…Kid decided to man up a little, and ask him something he was thinking about for a while now. “Soul?” Kid asked. “Hm? What’s up?” Soul responded calmly. “I…wanted to ask you something,” Kid continued to speak quietly. “What’s going to happen after this?” “After? I’m not really sure, Kid. I don't know what’s gonna happen. Don't worry about it, okay?” Soul said. “Okay…” Another silence. Kid felt something sad rise on the back his throat, a lump of sadness. A tear slowly ran down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away before Soul could see. “O-Oh, yeah, that’s right…um…” Kid tried to change the subject. “Are you…you know, d-dating Maka now?” “Huh? Wait, what?” Soul suddenly felt a little frustrated, turning to look at Kid. “Why would I be dating her?” “W-well…” Kid looked down at his feet and felt smaller again. “You’re her weapon, right?” …Pause. “C’mon, Kid. That’s none of your business. Stay out of it,” Soul said firmly, giving Kid a nudge. The sadness rose in Kid’s throat again, and tears began to come. “I-I’m sorry,” he squeaked, barely speaking. Soul let out a soft sigh. “It’s alright, Kid-kun. Don't be sad.” He said, smiling a little at the shinigami. “I…” “Hm?” “I…. am sad….” Soul’s eyes softened. He realized he had to ask Kid what was going on. “Why are you sad now? Did something happen with Liz or Patty? Had a bad day or something?” He asked. Kid let out a loud sob. “N-no, that’s not it!” He suddenly began crying, grabbing Soul’s strong shoulders, and weeping sadly. “I… you will hate me for this… but…” “Aww. Don't cry,” Soul said quietly. “I won’t hate you for anything, Kid. You’re my friend. Go on, spit it out.” “B-but…it’s like, BlackStar’s your friend, right?! What am I to you?!!” Soul was quiet for a moment, thinking of his response. His red eyes softened with concern for Kid. “That’s a good question, Kid. But I have a pretty honest answer.” Soul admitted, gently placing his hand upon Kid’s head. Kid blushed. “I like you. I look up to you as a friend and a comrade, someone who I work with everyday on Kishin battles. But of course, there’s more than that. You’re very kind and respecful, and you show a lot of concern and care for what’s been going on with the Kishin. You’re a fighter, you’re skilled and precise, but you can be frustrating sometimes, with your symmetry OCD and stuff. But I like you. I like you for who you are. If you weren’t the perfectionist you were, the kind person you were, I would be confused, honestly. I don't want you to change. You’re a good friend of mine.” Kid blushed deeply at those words. “S-Soul-kun…” he whispered. “C…Can I be honest, too?” Soul shrugged. “Sure, why not.” “I… I love…” Kid blurted out. “I love you….” …Pause. Soul’s red eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Boy, was he not expecting that. Suddenly, breaking their moment together, Maka came upstairs and said, “Hey guys, I made dinner. Come down when you’re ready.” Kid squeaked, and Soul just called, “A…alright, got it.” When she left, Soul somewhat calmed. “Kid…” he asked quietly, looking into Kid’s amber eyes. “Are you serious?” “W-what do you think? I’ve been…so embarrassed around you nowadays! N-no, actually…I’ve had a crush on you since I met you!!” Kid yelped, his amber eyes shimmering. “You’re so…handsome, muscular, strong, you’re an albino…all the girls want you for their own! Maka is your MEISTER for crying out loud! A-and I was just scared b-because I thought you’d be angry…but you don't seem angry…at all…” A smile came to Soul’s face. He patted Kid’s head. “I’m not angry. I think it’s cute,” he said calmly. Kid blushed like crazy. “R-really?!” Kid squeaked, looking up at Soul all needy. “Yeah, yeah, I do. It’s actually pretty cute that you feel that way.” Soul admitted, moving his hand from Kid’s head. “However, we have other things to work on today…” Kid nodded. “I-I understand.” “But before we do…” Soul reached his arms out for Kid, smiling a gentle smile. “Hug?” Kid nodded eagerly, and happily accepted the hug from Soul. He cuddled the albino, just as he had dreamed of doing. He was very, very relieved that Soul wasn't angry. And happy, too. --- Ever since Kid confessed his love for Soul, and the kishin work died down for a few months…things had escalated greatly. Now, Soul and Kid were lovers in secret, while Soul generally worked with Maka on normal things and stayed with her at home. Outside of their daily lives, and in their own little private space… Soul and Kid would be very needy for each other. They would kiss and make out behind curtains, behind trees…they would lay together on the grass outside of the school grounds and have tickling contests…they would tease each other and kiss when people weren’t looking. They had a happy, fluffy type of romance right now. However, they never had intercourse yet. And Soul wanted to change that. He had bought a maid outfit, a schoolgirl uniform, and a few different types of women’s clothing like nightgowns, cute pajamas, aprons, and just stuff you would find on the women’s section of the clothing store instead of the men’s. He was doing this because he had came up with a very good idea- That Kid would make a perfect crossdresser. One day, Soul went up to Kid after class. “Oh! Hi Soul-kun!” Kid giggled, giving Soul a gentle hug, and smiling adorabely. “Hey, baby…you wanna come to my place when it’s time to leave?” Soul asked, nibbling on Kid’s ear. Kid nodded happily. “Mhm!” “Okay, awesome. I have a present for you,” Soul said calmly, letting Kid go a little to kiss him on the cheek. “Y-yay! Thank you so much, Soul-senpai!” Kid giggled happily. Then he suddenly whimpered. “What’s the matter, babe?” Soul asked, petting Kid’s head gently. “O-other side…” Kid pleaded, looking up at Soul with shimmery amber eyes. “Please kiss me on the other side…” Soul chuckled softly. “Aww, alright.” he said and gave Kid a soft kiss on the other cheek. “To satisfy your ocd, eh?” “Mmm…” Kid blushed and cuddled Soul. “thank you.” “No problem, babe. Let’s get goin home, now.” “Mhm!” Heading home, Soul and Kid held hands and spoke about what they did today, what they planned on doing later, what video games they would play and what would be a good thing to draw. It was very peaceful and happy, just the way it should be. Entering Soul’s apartment…Kid asked Soul what they were having for dinner. “Hmm…not sure, Kiddo. We’ll decide later, is that okay?” Soul asked. Kid nodded. “That’s fine!” he said, and sighed softly. “I’m not very hungry anyway, Soul. Let’s spend time together~!” “Yeah,” Soul said, reaching into the bag that he was holding. “Here, Kiddo, this is your present. From me to you.” Kid blushed innocently, opening the small package to see what was inside. His heart fluttered when the thought sunk in...Soul loved him too, and was giving him a present. However, the present was not what kid was expecting. The shinigami blushed deeply when seeing the skimpy maid dress and its headpiece and fishnet stockings, just waiting to be put on. He felt his cock harden when imagining being dressed in this outfit...Soul touching his body. Fondling him as he was dressed as a girl. Making him feel like a whore, a slut, and immediately... Kid felt his body surge through immense pleasure. "Hm? Is it okay?" Soul asked, concerned. Kid blushed as his lover brought him back to reality. "O-oh! Ah! Y-yeah, um...it's really nice, Soul....thank you...." Kid whispered, looking up at Soul all needy. Soul smiled peacefully. "I'm glad you like it. You wouldn't mind wearing it, would you?" Kid shook his head. "N...no, not at all." He responded, blushing. Soul nodded in approval. "Okay. You....don't mind wearing it now? Is it okay?" Soul asked gently, to clarify. Kid’s cheeks heated up to a bright pink. “Um- ah- n-not sure…” Kid whispered, looking down with reluctant amber eyes. Soul came closer, and gently stroked Kid’s soft cheek with his thumb. Kid flushed a little more at the feeling. “It’s okay, Kiddo. I’ll take good care of you,” Soul whispered, leaning in and inviting Kid into a heated kiss, which the shinigami quickly melted into. They both made out, Soul’s hands upon Kid’s thin waist and Kid’s hands in Soul’s soft white albino hair. Kid felt Soul’s hands running up and down his thin waist, causing him to let out a little squeak into Soul’s mouth. Soul took a moment to grab a wad of Kid’s dark black hair, shoving Kid deeper into his own territory. Kid flinched abruptly at this, moaning into Soul’s touch like a whore. Soul nibbed on Kid’s lips, loving the taste of Kid’s soft, pale pink lips- loving the fact that Kid had just been eating at school previously so his lips still tasted like fruit and berries. Soul then slowly seperated from Kid, smirking since Kid’s lips were now pinker and bruised with kisses. “Did you like that, Kid?” Soul asked, his voice low and sultry. Kid flinched abruptly in his spot. “A-Ah…yes!” Kid stammered, looking up at Soul with needy, shimmering amber eyes. “P-please take me…Soul…” “Oh you know I will,” Soul said, his eyes darting over to Kid’s chest and he began to fondle it. He took Kid’s waist in his firm hands and brought Kid over to the sofa, and with force, he pressed Kid against the soft sofa, leaning over Kid so he was above him. Kid blushed immensly at Soul’s determined, silent stare. He reached up, so his delicate hands were resting gently upon Soul’s back. “Y-yes?” Kid whispered, gently petting Soul’s slouched back, as if to calm him. Soul shifted a little, so his body was lowered and his warm breath was against Kid’s neck. He nibbed on Kid’s ear, pulling at the earlobe with his sharp teeth. Kid squeaked. “Ahng! S-stop, not there…” Kid whispered, leaning his head back, allowing Soul more room. Soul nibbled on Kid’s neck, suckling on the soft skin, leaving hickeys all over Kid’s neck and collarbone, and he began moving closer to Kid’s chest…soon enough he was leaving visible hickeys on Kid’s chest, near Kid’s nipples, near Kid’s stomach, at the same time, fondling with Kid’s two pink rosebuds on his soft beautifully pale chest. Kid was so pale and soft and Soul couldn't take it anymore. “Why are you so fucking sexy?” Soul hissed, slapping Kid’s cheek with his hand. Kid whimpered after his cheek was slapped, looking up at Soul with lustful, shimmering, deep amber eyes. “Y-you are too…you know…” Kid whispered, placing his soft delicate hand upon Soul’s cheek. He leaned up and kissed him. A deep, sweet, loving kiss that lasted a long time. When they leaned back again…Soul growled under his breath, like a dog. “Well you’re just too sexy for your own damn good,” he said this as he continued moving, tracing his hands up and down Kid’s chest, occasionally pausing at Kid’s nipples to tweak them, give them a pinch or flick them. “Is that a bad thing…?” Kid asked, his eyes glazed over with lust, they shimmered with an emotion that’s difficult to describe. “No,” Soul responded, leaning down to give both of Kid’s nipples a kiss. “Alright, I’m gonna get you dressed in this. I won’t hurt you.. don't worry. Sit up.” Soul moved off Kid to allow him some room and Kid obeyed, sitting up quietly. Soul ripped off Kid’s light t-shirt, causing Kid to make a soft, dissapointed sound that Soul just destroyed his shirt. But Soul payed no care, and grabbed Kid’s belt and flung it to the side with dominance. Then he slowly slid Kid’s black skinny jeans down Kid’s lean pale legs. Kid’s thin body trembled when he became more and more exposed, and his cheeks became flushed all over again. Soul then took Kid’s boxers off. “Mmno~! Don't look at me…!” Kid squeaked, immediately moving his delicate hands down to his small penis, trying to hide it. Soul chuckled darkly. “Move those hands. Now. I want to see,” Soul said in a low voice. “N-no…it’s embarrassing…” Kid whispered, his slender body trembling in nervousness. Soul smirked at this. “Embarrassing, huh? It’ll be much more embarrassing when you’re wearing this,” he laughed, throwing the clothing article of the maid dress towards Kid. It landed in Kid’s lap. “Uwah…” Kid whimpered, picking up the maid dress and starting to put it on. “You’re m-mean…” Watching Kid put on the maid dress made Soul feel even more pleasurable. His large cock was now very warm and hard. “I’m that mean, eh? I don't think so,” Soul chuckled, straddling over Kid again. “I was the one to get it for you.” “Mnyaaa…” Kid whimpered as a response. Soul petted Kid’s soft cheek. “You’ll let me fuck you, little prince? You okay with that?” Soul asked softly, leaning in and giving Kid a soft kiss on the lips. “Y-yes Soul…you may…” Kid whispered, kissing Soul back gently. “Go inside me…” Soul lifted Kid up, so the young shinigami was sitting up upon Soul’s warm lap, and began to position Kid so he was in front of Soul's cock. Kid moaned in pleasure. "The tip's against my hole..." Kid whimpered, holding onto Soul's neck for comfort. "I know," Soul muttered, still positioning himself. "Does it feel good?" "Mm...maybe?" Kid responded with nervousness, because he was actually a little scared, for it was his first time. "I...haven't done this before, so I'm not sure..." Soul smiled at this. "It's okay. It'll feel good. I promise," he said this seriously, to make sure Kid understood. Kid nodded in understanding. "O-okay..I trust you...." Kid began to feel himself being lowered, so his words were kind of lost, but Soul heard them. Kid squeaked when he began to feel something warm and hard enter him, and he felt a surge of pain. "Ow..." Kid whimpered softly. "It's inside, isn't it?" Soul muttered, grabbing Kid's waist. "Mmn...yeah.... but it hurts…” Kid whispered, resting his arms against Soul’s shoulders. “It’ll get better,” Soul reassured, and began to thrust. Kid let out a loud yelp. “A-ah! It feels- it feels-“ he stammered, his body trembling and convulsing. “G-good!” “It doeeeesss? Hmmm…I think I need to change that~” Soul teased, giving Kid’s ass a slap. Kid squeaked. “A-Ah! Sh…shit, Soul…too good…” Kid whined, arching his back and letting go of a yelp. “Annngghh! MM!” Soul kept slapping Kid’s ass, and chuckled, “This is your first time, and you’re already moaning like a whore. Ahh, naughty boy. I have to punish you for that.” “Mm! D-don't!” Kid whimpered, he was beginning to thrust on his own now. “I-I don't wanna be punished…” “You’re gonna get punished.” “N-no!” Kid snapped right back, like a little brat. Soul chuckled, and lifted Kid up off his cock. “Uwah! W—what are you d-doing?!” Kid squealed, and Soul tossed Kid’s lightweight body on the sofa. Bam! “WAAH! Owwie…” Soul went into his personal closet in the other room, and pulled out the BSDM stuff he bought recently. Amoung them was a bullwhip, and some rope…but Soul decided agaisnt the rope or handcuffs because Kid looked so much sexier when he was wriggling around on the sofa. Soul also took a ball-gag just in case. “Hey,” Soul entered the room, cracking the whip. It made a loud ‘crackkk’ sound. “Reaper.” “D-don't call me that!” Kid yelled, turning a little to face Soul as he lay stomach-down back-up on the sofa. Then he gasped when seeing the whip. “Oh no! Soul what is that?” “I should be asking you that,” Soul retorted, giving the air another lash. Crack! “What is it?” “Mmm! I-I- dunno!” Kid yelped, looking away with blush across his soft cheeks. “Do you need a lash from it for you to know what it is?” Soul asked darkly, holding up the whip with a dangerous look on his face. Kid trembled. “A-ah! S-shit! N-no!” Kid shook his head, but Soul brought the whip up a little higher, and when he did, Kid’s boner increased. Crack! Soul gave Kid a quick lash with the whip, right on Kid’s bum, which was a little pink from all the slaps. A bright pink, pretty lash formed on Kid’s bottom, and he squeaked out in pain. “MMMmmm!” Kid couldn't help but to feel his boner increase after he was whipped. “A-ahnggg! Please!!” “Please what?” Soul said, smirking. He could tell Kid wanted another one, and he was going to react to the unspoken request. “P…please…” Kid began sobbing into the pillows of the sofa, reaching his thin arms above him to hold the pillow and wriggling his lean, thin body around. “P-please whip me again, Master!” Soul’s own boner increased, but he ignored touching his hard, warm monster cock. “Fuck,” Soul muttered to himself, fully turned on at Kid’s reactions. He gave Kid another few lashes, this time leaving more beautiful marks. “Hm…how many was that, boy?” Soul asked Kid after a while. “E-eight, sir…” “’Kay,” Soul responded casually, placing his other hand in his pocket. “M-may I please have another, sir…” Kid whispered, wiggling around in his spot, trying to wiggle the pain out of his bottom. “You may,” Soul said calmly, swinging back the whip and giving Kid the ninth lash. Kid let out a loud sob, partly out of hurt and partly out of pleasure. “A-ahgn! May I please have another sir?” Kid managed to squeak out through his sobbing. Soul swung the whip back again and repeated the lashes, keeping them aimed towards Kid’s bum but occassionally whipping Kid’s back. “That’s been 11 now, boy, how much more do you think you can possibly take?” Soul asked the poor sobbing shinigami. “Mm…” Kid whimpered and wriggled around on the sofa. “Answer now while your dick’s hard and you’re in pain,” Soul said firmly, causing Kid to let out a scared squeak. “M…” Kid sobbed out, “May I please have another sir…” “Fuck,” Soul muttered, giving Kid another lash, causing Kid to sob more. Eventually Soul came over to Kid, crouching down beside him and watching as he cried. Soul lifted his hand and began to gently stroke his fingers down the lashes on Kid’s bottom. “I can’t begin to explain how hot that is to me,” Soul muttered, stroking his hand up and down Kid’s back. “You little whore…” Kid trembled, so overcome by pleasure that he was unable to answer…and Soul reached down towards Kid’s balls and began to fondle them. Kid let out a soft whimper. “Mm…” Soul lifted Kid’s balls gently so they were more visible in between his legs. “Now…” Soul said quietly as he stood up again, “You wouldn't mind if I came all over your ass…would you, Kid?” “Mmmn…okay…” Kid whimpered from the sofa. “Good answer,” Soul took his boxers down and stood closer to Kid. Soul’s large cock was positioned just in the right spot, so when semen splurted out of there, it would land on Kid’s bum…just as Soul wanted it. Soul began to jerk off, his hands moving quickly on his dick as he took in everything that he had just done to Kid. Watching Kid tremble nervously on the sofa helped, because after 5 minutes of jerking off, Soul came right onto Kid’s bum. Soul went back over to Kid and lifted his sock-covered foot, placing his foot down upon Kid’s back. Kid flinched when feeling this. “You look amazing like that,” Soul chuckled darkly, placing his hands in his jacket pockets. “I think I should take a picture.” “O-Oh no! If you do…you’ll show people…! Pl-please don't…” Kid sobbed uncontrollably, his heart sinking down lowly. “Aww, sorry Kiddo. I’m not going to show everyone. Just a few people,” Soul reassured, his voice low, and began to move his foot around a bit on Kid’s back. “Is that okay?” A wave of nervousness washed over Kid. As…as much as I don't want to…I know Soul won’t give me another option… Kid let go of a soft, defeated sigh. “o-okay,” he squeaked out. “Hm, good answer. Stay put.” Soul said, lifting his foot off and going to the kitchen counter to pick up his phone. He came back over to Kid, who hadn’t moved, and took a few snapshots of Kid laying there, Kid’s bottom bright red and lashes all up his back and bottom with semen splattered all over his backside. --- After Soul helped Kid wash off, Kid felt very down for the rest of the night. Soul and Kid ate dinner together, since Maka was at Tsubaki’s house they had the house to themselves. Kid felt somewhat happy…because it was just him and Soul. But another part of him felt sad and defeated, and his bum was hurting as he sat in his chair. He was in pajamas now, and Soul was still wearing his clothes. “Soul?” Kid asked softly as he stirred the spoon around in his tomato soup. “Hm? Yeah?” Soul asked, placing his spoon down after he had eaten some. Kid felt sadness bubble up in his stomach. He let go of a soft, sad sigh, placing his thin arms in front of his thin chest. “I…I-it’s nothing, I was just wondering how long my bum will take to heal…” Soul’s red eyes softened, he could tell Kid felt sad. “Hm…I’m not exactly sure, Kiddo. It’ll probably take a few days or so.” Soul said gently. Then he smiled a gentle smile at Kid, and asked, “Are you okay?” Kid blushed at this. “O-Oh! I…I’m okay…” he stammered, blushing. “I’m just…a little tired, I guess…” “That’s understandable. We just had rough sex for a very long time, so it’s only natural you’d be tired. You wanna go to bed after this?” Soul asked calmly. “We can sleep together upstairs.” Kid nodded, looking up at Soul with sad amber eyes. “Okay,” he said. After dinner, Soul carried Kid upstairs, for Kid was starting to fall asleep. Soul had no trouble carrying Kid up the stairs. “Geez, you’re lighter than a feather,” Soul muttered, moving some of Kid’s soft black, white striped hair from his face and leaning in to give Kid a soft kiss. “You barely weigh anything…” Kid whimpered from being cuddled in Soul’s arms, and wriggled around a little. “S-Soul…” he whispered, his beautiful amber eyes halfway closed. Soul looked down at Kid as he entered the bedroom. He sat down on the bed, gently and lightly keeping Kid cuddled in his strong arms. “What’s wrong, little buddy?” Soul cooed, bouncing Kid up and down on his knee. “S-sweepy… I’m… *yaaaawwwn*… sleepy…” Kid yawned out, getting comfortable in Soul’s arms and cuddling into Soul’s warmth. “Mmn…” Soul smiled calmly. “You are?” “M-mmm…” “Uh huh. I wasn't quite finished with you yet, Kid,” Soul responded, giving Kid’s forehead a flick. *pap* “O-Ow!” Kid squeaked, and started crying. “T-that’s mean! Y…you’re mean, Soul! Waaaaaaah!” “Oh, you little crybaby.” Soul placed Kid down on the bed. “WHAT a spoiled baby. Do you need to have a pacifier? Hmmm?” “Mmm…” Kid looked up at Soul with adorable, wide, shimmering puppy amber eyes. “n-no…” “I didn't think so,” Soul grumbled, coming into the bed and pushing Kid aside. “Budge over. C’mon.” A lump of sadness came to Kid’s throat again. “S-Soul…” he sobbed out. “What?” “O-oh! I-it’s nothing…” Kid let go of a sad sob, a tear rolling down his cheek. He turned on his side, sobbing softly, his sides rising and falling gently in unison to his sobs. Soul seemed concerned. “Kid…” Soul whispered, reaching his hand out to touch Kid but Kid flinched and pushed Soul’s hand away. “Kid. I didn't mean to hurt you.” Soul’s voice was gentle. “Sometimes I get rough. I’m sorry if it startled you.” “Uwaaaaaahhh…” “You’re sleepy, love. You need your rest,” Soul placed his hand upon Kid’s back and stroked him gently, and Kid didn't resist this time. “Please don't cry. I’m here.” “Y-you’re here…” “Yes, sweet Kiddo. I’m here, and I always will be.” Soul cooed, stroking Kid with his hand as gently as possible. “You don't need to be scared. I’ll protect you and keep you safe and unharmed for as long as I possibly can. I love you, baby. I’m sorry I had to be rough tonight.” Kid let out another soft, sad sob. “A-alright…” he whimpered. Then he squeaked out, his voice tinier than a little mouse, “I’m sorry, Soul…” “You don't need to be sorry, okay, Kiddo?” Soul said gently, leaning in and giving Kid a kiss. “Get your rest, tommorow’s monday unfortunately. Goodnight Kiddo~” “G-goodnight, Soul-kun.” --- Soul woke up feeling refreshed. He sat up in bed, noticing Kid was fast asleep besides him. Soul took a moment to stretch, and then placed his hand down upon Kid’s side. That’s when he noticed the visible hickeys all down Kid’s neck and shoulders. He felt sorry for Kid for a moment…but he chuckled anyway. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” Soul gave Kid’s thin side a pat. Kid whined and turned on his side, reaching behind him to rub his bottom. “Ow…” “You okay, baby? Sore?” “Mm…y-yeah…” “Sorry babe.” Soul chuckled, standing up and giving Kid another pat as he hoisted himself up. “C’mon, get outta bed and get dressed. We’ve gotta go soon.” “E-Ehh…don't wanna…” “Well, I don't want to spank you on your previous welts first thing in the morning,” Soul retorted, chuckling darkly. “C’mon. If you’re not ready in five minutes I’m gonna pour cold water on you.” Kid sat up and yelped. “T-that’s mean!” he stammered, blush streaked across his cheeks. “d-don't do that!” “Alright, then get up.” Kid obeyed, standing up out of bed and whining. “You’re being so meeeeaaann…” “I am? Didn't recall it,” Soul teased, tossing Kid’s clothes to Kid, and Kid caught them. “Waaaahh…Soul!” “Get dressed now. C’mon.” Kid got into his clothes. He was only wearing his boxers last night so he didn't need to remove pajamas. Once Kid was in his usual clothes he walked (limped, actually, because of his still hurting backside) over to Soul and gave him a hug from behind. “Awww. You needed a good morning hug,” Soul cooed, turning around and carefully and lovingly hugging Kid back, so warm and gentle. “Didn't you.” “Mmm…I-I did…” “You did. Heh.” Soul smiled happily, and gave Kid’s back a soft pat. “Is that better?” “Y-yeah..” “Alright, I’m glad,” Soul said gently, letting go of Kid slowly. “Let’s go downstairs now.” “Okay, Soul.” “Good boy.” Soul took Kid’s smaller hand gently in his larger one. They headed downstairs, and entered the kitchen. Soul went into the fridge and took out a bowl of strawberries and blueberries. He placed it on the table. They sat down and ate breakfast with the little time they had before school. After a little bit of berries and milk, Kid rested his head on the table. “Nuh uh,” Soul scolded, coming over to Kid and patting his head. “Up you go.” “Wahh…” Kid sat up hestiantly. Soul went to get his backpack from the closet, and Kid’s, because Kid was being super lazy and probably wouldn't get it. “Let’s go,” Soul went back to Kid and handed him his backpack. Kid stood up sleepily, and then the two boys left, Soul placing his house keys in his backpack beforehand. Outside it was a pleasently cool and breezy morning. While walking down the streets of Death City, Kid hestiated but still gently held onto Soul’s arm, which was kind of slugged deep into Soul’s jacket pockets. “Soul-kun,” Kid said, “You wear the same jacket every day.” “You wear the same suit every day,” Soul responded. “Doesn't it go well together?” Kid asked, a little bit of pink blush on his cheeks, and he looked down innocently. “You know…the fact that I wear formal clothes and you wear casual clothes, and we can cuddle that way? Isn’t nice how different we are?” Soul smiled at this. He let go of a quiet chuckle. “Of course it’s a good thing.” He responded. “That’s why I like you. and you look super cute in those formal, well kept outfits. Especially your suit.” “I-I do?” “Yeah. You’re perfect,” Soul teased, leaning in and giving Kid a kiss on the cheek. Kid blushed deeply. There was a silence, and they approached the DWMA. Kid was about to start conversation with Soul, but BlackStar and Tsubaki were up ahead and distracted them. Soul greeted BlackStar with his usual fist bump, and Tsubaki just laughed when seeing that Kid was still holding onto Soul’s arm. “Good morning, Kid-kun, Soul-kun,” Tsubaki said calmly. “Good morning, Tsubaki,” Soul responded. “Good morning~!” Kid responded as well. “Woah, Kid. What’s with all those marks on your neck?” BlackStar asked as they headed up the stairs to the school. Kid blushed a cherry-tomato red, and looked down at his feet. He didn't say anything, so Soul responded for him. “I bit him up last night,” Soul said calmly. BlackStar held back a laugh. “Bit him? You mean, give him a ton of hickeys?” “Yeah, that’s what I did.” Soul chuckled, reaching his hand behind Kid’s back and giving Kid’s bum a grope. Kid squeaked. “Don't worry, he enjoyed it.” --- Class began kind of quickly. Kid sat next to Soul and Maka and did his assignment, occasionally doodling in his notebook a sketch of him and Soul. As class went on and there was a moment, Kid decided to draw something. Soul and Kid both enjoyed drawing, although Kid was much more precise about his drawings than Soul. Kid took out a mechanical pencil with a good eraser, and lightly sketched a little drawing of him and Soul giving each other a big, happy, loving hug. Righ then, a little bit of sadness bubbled up inside him. He let go of a soft sigh, and went back to his boring assignment, feeling nervous that other people were looking at him. Soul, on the other hand, was casually doodling penises and vaginas in his notebook, being the immature guy he is. After class, a lot of people questioned the hickeys dotted on Kid’s neck. Kid felt very shy about it. Sometime during lunch, Soul decided to ask Kid a personal question. “Kid, if you don't mind, I have to ask you something,” Soul asked, as he sat down next to the shinigami. Kid blushed and looked up. “W-what is it?” Kid asked shyly. “Did I do something wrong?” “No,” Soul chuckled. “It’s not anything bad. I just wanted to ask you if you’re okay with this type of rough sex. You seemed really down in the dumps during class. Is it embarrassing going around with hickeys on your neck?” Kid froze at this. His amber eyes suddenly got shimmery and tearful. He looked down, sniffling a bit, and nodded without saying anything. “Awwwww.” Soul cooed, placing his hand on Kid’s back and stroking him gently. “Why does it make you feel embarrassed?” Kid looked up at Soul with a confused, innocent expression. “W-why?” he asked. “Yeah. Why.” “I…” Kid looked down again, resting his head upon Soul’s broad shoulders. “I don't know…” Soul paused. He could understand it was a lot for Kid to take in. Inside himself, he decided maybe he could move at a little slower pace for Kid, while still keeping the rough parts. “Alright. I understand it’s confusing. We’ll go slower next time, is that cool with you?” Soul asked Kid calmly. “Y…yes.” “I’m still going to go rough on you.” Soul told him, his voice gentle. “Remember that.” … “Yes Soul..”

angels in the clouds far above the human world there lived the dark and light angels both have kings and queens.they try to make peace by having a meeting in the middle of there land called the in between where lights and dark's where could roam.though no one was aloud go that realm but the kings and queen. wars went on for centuries and somehow there was the same number of dark's as lights. then there was child born a light mother and dark father."what should we do he is nether light or dark he has one white wing and one dark ,blue and green eyes, his hair is blond and black"the light king asked the dark."kill the parents and the child"the dark king said."no we have a son why kill their son it is not the child fault the parents made a mistake"the dark queen said. so it was that the parents where punished to never see their son. he was named cloud by his parents.cloud was not aloud to go to either side of his in between realm.the light kings had a son named Skylar he born about the same time cloud was but never heard that no one was aloud to got to the in between realm. the young boy unknowingly walked into the new realm."hello"Skylar said walking around."what are you doing here"cloud asked coming out of the darkness his blond hair in his eyes."me i am exploring"Skylar said with a slight smile."you cant be here no other people are aloud here but me"cloud said sadly looking down."why"Skylar with his voice cracking."because i am not the same as you"cloud said looking only slightly at him."what do you mean"Skylar asked?cloud stepped all the way into the light then spread out his wings."you are beautiful"Skylar said in awe."i am not i am a freak"cloud said."no you are not and i am going to tell my dad to let you wonder anywhere you want ok"Skylar said."no he will know you came and he will kill me"cloud said in a frightened tone. the young prince never told his father and he went to see cloud every night for years.finally that one day the young prince dreamed of."cloud oh man why is this so hard"Skylar practiced in the mirror."forget it i will do this in a natural way"Skylar said walking away from the mirror.then he sneak to see cloud."sky"cloud said."yes"Skylar said in a bit of concern."umm you go first"cloud said smiling."cloud i love you"Skylar blurted out then covered his mouth cloud removed his hand."i know and i love you too"cloud said as he kissed him.Skylar's face turned a bright shade of red."you do"Skylar said in shock."i know this is rushing things but can we have a baby"cloud asked?"right now"Skylar said still in shock."yes"cloud said grinning."i guess so"Skylar said with mixed emotions."come inside and lay down on the bed my sweet angel"cloud said as Skylar came inside.he shuts the door."want to take off my clothes"cloud asked?"sure"Skylar whispered and nodded so cloud came over to him.lifting off cloud shirt Skylar could see how rough cloud's life was compared the royal life that he had.he touched all the scars cloud had all over his own chest."i am sorry"Skylar said as he started to cry."hey don't cry this was my fault ok"cloud said holding Skylar's hand over his own heart.cloud started to take off his clothes but he stopped at the shirt as well."ummm you ok cloud"Skylar asked?"no you have no nipple on the right side"cloud said as a tear streamed down his face.

A deer boy is seen working in a coffee shop. His name tag read Dante and his personality was chipper in front of the customers. He went from table to table giving his customers what they ordered. He sighed once he went onto break and sat at the table while resting his head on his arms. He's been there since six am and he wouldn't be leaving until one thirty. He grabbed his sandwich he brought from home and ate it. Once he was done, he went back out onto the floor, making sure to wash his hands before and taking orders and bringing them to the customers. Why was he working there? to raise money for his school, even thought his parents had lots of money and took care of it for him and gave him an allowance, he wanted to earn his own money. and even keep some money on the side for emergencies. He did so with much joy, yet sometimes stress from school crossed over to work and he'd be a grump, but today was going well so far! @Kulric

Don't Make My Head Hurt Summary: Koji does most of his thinking with his little friend down there. What happens when a weird male classmate proposes that they have sex? Status: In progress Warning: +18, smut, strong language here and there Wow. Making a summary of my own work is harder than writing the thing. I'm actually quite nervous about this. Here goes nothing. :7yoyo10: One. “Fukui Koji.” From across the room, Koji heard the door close. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder. The classroom was empty now, and the orange light from the setting sun outside illuminated the room through the gaps between the drawn curtains. Over by the door stood a short, peculiar boy whom he remembered only vaguely as a classmate. Impatiently, Koji waved the hand-written note he had been re-reading for past half hour. “Took you long enough,” he spat. “What do you want?” The other kid wrung his hands tightly in front of him. “I... I saw you--” he started haltingly. “Fuck a Hinata-sensei?” Koji coldly finished for him. It was obvious that the kid was trying to work up the courage to either threaten him or blackmail him. He wasn't so interested in what he kid had to say, he only waited around so he could beat up the asshole who left the note in his shoe locker. With the scrawny kid, it wouldn't be much of a problem. “I read your note already. So?” “I—I'm not going to tell anyone.” Koji blinked once. Twice. “That's it?” “But I want you to have sex with me.” “Excuse me?” It wasn't the first time Koji had been propositioned by other men. “Are you a fag? How about I spread rumors about you, huh? If you don't want the whole school knowing about you, you'll keep your mouth shut.” In the dim light, he could see the other's face faintly. He decided that the other guy looked slightly feminine. The kid shrugged. “If the school knew what Hinata-sensei had been doing, she'll never teach again.” “Say that again, brat!” Angrily, Koji kicked at a chair which toppled over as he crossed the room toward the other kid. He grabbed the other's shirt, his other fist hoisted in the air, ready to strike. He wasn't actually planning on hitting the kid, he just wanted to scare him a little. Why, he's even shorter up close. But the kid stood where he was, meeting Koji's eyes squarely. Koji let the other go. “Fine." He wanted to shake the kid up a bit. "If you can make me get it up, that is.” Bored, Koji rolled his eyes heaven ward, sighing. Between his legs, the kid sucked clumsily at his dick. It wasn't his problem that he wasn't getting hard. Being fondled by an amateur—and a guy, no less—was hardly exciting for him. To be honest, it was getting sore too. “Aren't you done yet?” The kid's eye's flashed at him, with Koji's dick in his mouth, trying more aggressively. “That's it. Time to go home.”Koji pushed the kid's head away none too gently. He stood, tucking his stuff back in his pants and grabbed his bag off the the floor. “Nice try, though.” he added derisively. “I'm off.” and he strolled to the door without a backward glance. Until he heard a stifled sob. Disbelieving, Koji stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he turned, almost gaping. The kid was right where Koji left him—on the floor, slumped, his back toward Koji. He's crying? Koji frowned. “You want to have sex with me that badly?” No answer. “Hey, are you crying?” “Shut up!” came the muffled reply. “I'm not crying.” He's crying, Koji confirmed, feeling a little guilty. It was foolish. Sighing, he threw up a hand, grasping randomly at words that could--maybe-- make the kid feel less bad about it. “You can try some other time. But get some practice, okay? You really suck at it. Now my dick hurts.” Koji wasn't sure why he said it. He couldn't believe he was too much of a good guy to let some kid cry over not getting him hard. He left, shaking his head, confused with himself. Two. There weren't many short guys in their class. He counted two—no, three—guys that stood as high as his chin. He spotted his 'blackmailer' as soon as he stepped through the door the next day. He deliberately walked by the aisle where the kid sat, their eyes meeting briefly. Now that it was daylight, and the curtains were fully drawn back, he could see the kid clearly. He looks like a regular guy, Koji thought. He hung around another short guy and they talked rather animatedly over something. Maybe they're in some club where all the other short guys are. “Hey,” Koji jerked his head over at the kid by the aisle. “What's the name of that kid on the left?” The other guys laughed. “Dude, that's mean. He's been in our class since middle school.” “Eh?!” his brows raised, very much surprised. His head turned back toward the kid, racking his brains. “That's Haneda. Haneda Naoki,” said the other. “He lives in your neighborhood, Koji.” more snickering. “Eh?!” he couldn't stop himself from repeating. How come he never noticed? “You're kidding, right?” Later, in a spare room after class, Koji watched the kid silently handling his dick. He had long lashes that fanned flushed cheeks. Koji tilted his head thinking, from this angle, he's actually pretty. Absently, he reached to tug at a strand of hair on the kid's head. He had soft hair too. Is this kid really a guy? He wondered. “Hey, Naoki,” he called. The kid flashed resentful eyes at him again. “I can call you that, right? Naoki.” “Do what you want.” the kid muttered. His voice was definitely a guy's. “You need a little help there?” he asked idly. The kid was less clumsy now—a little less clumsy, he amended—but he still couldn't get a reaction. The sooner the kid realizes it, the happier he'd be. He didn't believe for one second that the kid would make good on his threat. Obviously, the kid used it as an excuse to get to him. “Hey,” Koji tugged at the strand of hair again. “Stop it!” the kid snapped, glaring up at him, his hands still working Koji's stuff—one hand pumping at at the shaft and the other massaging the balls. “What?” Koji chortled at the sight. The kid seemed hurt and flushed an even deeper shade of red. Taking pity on him, Koji apologized. “I'm sorry.” Koji took the kid's arm and drew him upward to his feet. “I wasn't laughing at you. You're actually cute, you know.” A muscle tightened on the other's cheek. Like all guys, it seemed, he didn't appreciate being called cute. “Do you even know how to masturbate?” “Wh—“ the kid looked even more flustered. “Of course!” “Show me.” Frowning, the kid hesitated. Koji understood his hesitation. He still watched, though. Waiting. Interestingly, the thought of seeing the kid's dick wasn't as repulsive as seeing some other's. It was, more like, amusing for him. Despite the kid's protestations, Koji unbuckled the kid's belt and unzipped his pants. The pants promptly fell into a heap around the kid's ankles, exposing more flash than Koji had originally intended.It wasn't surprising to find out that the kid had smooth legs. There weren't stiff stiff curly hairs, or bunches of hard muscle. Only soft, hairless skin. “What are you doing?!” the smaller guy gasped and struggled to pick up his pants. “It's fine, it's fine.” Koji expertly maneuvered the pants off Naoki and threw them across the room. Somewhere in the midst of the struggle, Koji was able to imprison the other's wrists with one hand and force him down to sit across his lap. “Do you want to have sex with me or not?” Koji hissed, annoyed. He had been sucking on Koji's dick for ages--why was he getting shy now? If he really wanted to get Koji up, he had to have techniques. “This is how you should do it.” A hand still clamped over the other's wrists, he gently dug his other hand inside the kid's briefs—white, no surprise there. Not boxers too—and took out the kid's penis. It was already stiff as it strained against Koji's hand. “Nnh...” the kid stifled a moan, biting his lip. Koji stared down at what he held in his hand and strangely felt his heart beating faster. Naoki's was pale and rosy, like some sort of ripe fruit. On top was a drop of clear liquid. Koji gulped. Slowly, his fingers stroked up and down, and the kid trembled against him. This is getting dangerous, he thought. Suddenly, as if awakening from sleep, he felt his own dick twitch to life. “Whoah!” Koji stood abruptly, sending Naoki tumbling to the floor. His own shaky hand wiped quickly on the cold sweat that had formed on his forehead. What the fuck was he doing? He glanced down at the figure on the floor, shocked, aroused and trouserless. “Sorry about that. I—uh—I have a date. Let's finish this next time. Bye!” he said everything in the same breath, briskly walking out the door. It would have been considerate of him if he had picked up the pants from across the room and handed it back to its owner. However, he considered his own emergency more important. He paused as he got to the empty corridor, a hand reaching out to the wall as if for support, his heartbeat resonating loudly in his ears. He couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible. He grasped at his crotch and almost sobbed at how pathetic it was. How could he? He was—?!

TITLE: Their Circumstances SYPNOSIS: Their Circumstances is the story of different individuals living different lifestyle as they go through a mysterious 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? STATUS Ongoing TAGS: Body Swap, Mystery, Supernatural, Romance, Yaoi RYO'S CIRCUMSTANCES - PART ONE "Oniichan, Oniichan! Wake up... Muu... I'll kiss your lips if you don't" Ryo woke up to an unfamiliar sound of a voice recording with an unusually high pitched girl voice. Even though he was a single child, the thought of having a little sister kiss Ryo disgusted him. The same recording kept on repeating and while Ryo panicked, he spotted an unusual alarm clock and soon reached for it to turn it off. "Phew.. Just where the fuck am I?" Taking a good look at the room he was in, Ryo was surprised to see a large merchandize of posters, figurines and collectible of different anime girls he vaguely has idea who were. He used to watch anime when he was younger but growing up as a proactive child gave him healthier priorities in life. “What a creep” Not wasting any second, Ryo stormed out from his room and down to the stairway next to his room. Wearing an apron with hands holding a plate full of fried eggs, a woman in her late forty’s came to his view as he reached the bottom of the stairs. "Yuta, Go take your breakfast now. You're late for school! Really... because you're into that disgusting hobby of yours you became as useless as you are now." Woahh. That was some pretty harsh thing to say for a stranger like her. Ryo was not the most polite kid out there, but being brought up by his grandma made him respectful to the elderly. If not, he was sure to return the insult. Being called a stranger’s name gave Ryo further confusion. For starters, his name was Asada Ryo, not Yuta. He didn’t have weird hobbies and while he was considered a delinquent at school, he was somehow doing alright at school to be called useless. “I’m not Yuta. I’m Ryo… Where am I?” Ryo asked. Maybe they’re confusing him with someone else. Probably a look alike of his. Lately it’s not surprising to see a look alike. In fact with a bit of cosmetics one could change their looks to a certain degree. He has no recollection of what he was doing the night before, but it’s a possibility they took him here while thinking he was this so called Yuta. Even though the chance is close to zero, it’s not entirely impossible. He could be dead drunk in some forgotten alleyway and they somehow spotted him. “Jesus, Yuta! Grow up already. Aren’t you too old to be pretending to be someone else again? Quick! Bring this to the table.” The woman quickly handed him the plate and went back from where she came from. Ryo didn’t even have time to respond. Thinking that this could be discussed over breakfast, he headed for the table where an elderly man - which seemed to be of the same age as the woman before – was reading a newspaper. The man looked at him for a second before turning his gaze back to the newspaper. He felt the man was giving him a cold treatment. Not that it matters to him. He was a stranger after all. A few minutes later, the woman was back with more food and sat at an empty seat. “Dad, tell this child to stop this hobbies of his! Just a while ago he was pretending to be someone else. He’s mixing fantasy with reality and it’s worrying!” “Let him do what he wants. He’s not a child anymore. We’ve done enough. The fault doesn’t lie to us any longer” “As I said… I’m not making up weird shit. I’m not into those creepy things either. My name is Asada Ryo. I don’t know why I’m here, but can you please help me go back home? I don’t know where I am and I don’t have money with me either” “See that? How can we just let him be like this? Shouldn’t we be taking him to a psychiatrist?” “If that’s what you want, then go ahead. But I don’t think that will be of any help as long as he sticks to his disgusting hobbies” “As I said…” Ryo was about to snap out of it. But glancing to his reflection at a mirror, he realized that the face didn’t belong to him or anyone he knew. He quickly stood up and walked closer as he examined himself. Ryo had no doubt about it. What reflected on the mirror was the person called Yuta. “Look. That’s your face honey. You’re Yuta. See what happens when you spend too much time watching kiddie shows? You should stop it. Well, if you really can’t do that, at least give some time to go out and play with friends.” After breakfast, Ryo spent fifteen whole minutes in the bathroom staring at a mirror. When he had enough, he chose to wear the uniform in the closet. Surprisingly, this was a uniform of a school he knew. It was a relief to know he was at least in the same city. He wouldn’t know what to do if he was somewhere else otherwise. Rather than going to the school he wasn’t even enrolled in, Ryo went to home... to his real home. Of course, as he was right now, there was no way for him to go inside without causing trouble. Instead, he waited outside the house until the door opened. “Ara.. who could you be? Are you Ryo-chan’s friend?” Takako-baasan faced him with surpise which later turned grim. Ryo said nothing but nod. Takako-baasan deeply sighed as she patted Ryo in the head. “Ryo is in the hospital. He hasn’t woke up in three days now. Witness said he just found collapsed in a suspicious alley. I’m on my way to the hospital. Do you want to come with me?” Ryo couldn’t believe what he just heard. If what Takako-baasan said was true. Then who was he? Why is someone else named Ryo in a coma? “No way! Please let me come with you!” It took them fifteen minutes until they arrived at the hospital. Ryo worried if Takako-baasan was alright traveling. Each passing year had made her weaker and easier to tire out. Ryo made sure to assist her whenever he could. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. How about you? Don’t you have to go to school? ” Ryo remembered he was wearing a school uniform. Well even if he was wearing plain clothes, kid around his age should be at school and not somewhere else unless he was sick or an emergency happened. “I – I suddenly lost contact with Ryo three days ago. I thought he might be mad over something so I wanted to see him before I go to school” Ryo was surprised at how perfectly plausible his lie was. He felt guilty lying to his grandmother but he couldn’t help it. Ryo saw himself lying in a bed with closed eyes. He just stood outside in disbelief. Takako-baasan walked in and changed the flowers in the vase near the patient with the one she brought with her. “Aren’t you coming in?” Takako-baasan asked. Ryo walked in as the elder woman introduced him to his other self. He found it funny to be introduced to his own self. He said some few friendly talks but the one who mostly did the talking was Takako-baasan. It pained Ryo to see his own grandmother sad. He wish he could tell her who he was upfront but there’s no way she will believe him right? “I’m going to school. Are you staying here?” “Yes. Our relatives will be coming sometime during the day. Thanks for visiting Ryo. I had contacted his school about the incident but only a few came here to visit. I’m sure Ryo will be happy to know you visited” When Ryo left the hospital, he thought of just hanging around the city. He used to skip school and now that he couldn’t possibly go with a different face and uniform, there wasn’t any better time. However, thinking that the body wasn’t his own. He thought it wouldn’t be any good to harm the reputation of the real own of this body. In the end, Ryo decided to show up at school. He looked for any clue what year and section Yuta was. In one notebook, written at the front page was his year and class section together with his full name. It was past 3rd period and everyone stared at him when he arrived mid lecture. No one seemed to be bothered when the lecture continued. Even the teacher, who sent an obvious glare said nothing but “don’t be late next time.” When lunch break arrived, Ryo thought Yuta’s friends would come near him. He hoped to get some information about Yuta. The only other person directly involved with the situation was Yuta so if he wanted to return to his real body soon, he had to find this person first. But to his surprise, no one came close to him. In fact, it looked like he didn’t exist at all. It was such a strange thing that Ryo had to stood up and slam his table before anyone looked at him. Yuta was ostracized. Ryo had never been in a situation like this nor had he done this to someone else. It irritated him that he had to experience something like this… or Yuta. Did the person do something to deserve this? It went on for the whole day. Ryo had a gist of what was happening. No wonder Yuta had such creepy hobbies. He probably had nothing else to turn to when he didn’t have a single friend at school. “I’m home.” “Welcome home Yuta! Get into the bath while the tub is hot” “Sure thing.” He had no choice but to disguise himself as Yuta. If Ryo had to keep on insisting who he really was, he may just be sent to a mental hospital. Or if they believed him, he would be homeless. After cleansing himself at the showers, Ryo submerged himself into the tub. The hot water felt really good. He kept on thinking for clues and ways to get into his real body. Maybe he just forgot about it. Maybe this was all planned. But no matter how much he thought nothing came to his mind. When he got out from the bath, His parents were already waiting at the table. He took his time that he forgot about dinner. “What took you so long?” His mom said while he sat down. “I was thinking how unkempt my hair was and how my school uniform was a little big on me. Can I go to hairdresser and then buy some clothes?” Ryo was surprised to see Yuta’s parents with surprised faces. Did he say anything strange? Thinking about it… he shouldn’t have said anything Yuta won’t not say. “Umm.. If it bothered you that much I guess it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me that much” “No dear! I’m happy you’re getting more self conscious! Is it because of a girl? I knew my persistent advices will pay off. You can take a day off tomorrow! We’ll be out shopping! Right Dad?” “But I have work” “Right Dad!?” The woman had a scary look on her face. It looked like she was in control in this family. The old man finally agreed. He wasn’t really against the idea anyway. The next day, the woman woke Ryo up. He didn’t set the creepy alarm clock, not wanting to hear the creepy voice again. Ryo followed the woman down the stairs and joined the old man who was already waiting for them. “Where do you want to go honey?” “I’m not very familiar with the shops here, so I’ll leave it to you, mom” The woman looked pleased with Ryo’s response. Of couse, he knew some hairdressers abd shops around. But he thought the woman would love to go to places she liked instead. “Oh. I know this good place. It’s a shopping center and I remember there’s a hairdresser nearby. Dad, you know the place right? You drive us there.” “Alright” The drive only took twenty minutes before they arrived at the shopping center. The first thing they went to was the hairdresser. Yuta’s hair was really overgrown. He was quite a looker if not for the hair covering half of his face. The woman introduced him to person who’d be cutting his hair. Apparently they knew each other already. The woman must be a frequent customer. “I’d like you to make my boy handsome.” “No problem madam. This guy is naturally cute! If not for his hair he’d be eye catching! I suggest this hairstyle. It’s somewhat a Korean haircut but it’s simple and nothing flashy. I suggest we dye his hair a shade of dark brown. It will perfectly suit him.” “What do you think honey? Do you like it? Does your school allow dyed hair?” “I like it. I’ve seen some guys with dyed hair. I’m sure it’s perfectly alright.” Ryo was excited how he’d look with all this make over. Even though it’s Yuta’s body, he was only helping him become a better person. He personally think Yuta would be far from ostracized if ever he changed his style. After an hour, Ryo looked at the mirror in front of him. He wasn’t mistaken at all. Yuta was really good looking! Even the hairdresser was surprised to see how great the new hairstyle was. “Honey… wow. Just… You’ve become such a stud!” The woman cried in happiness. The old man said nothing, but he made a nod in approval. The next stop was the shops. His mother kept on picking clothes for him and most of the time, Ryo refused them. They look good, but they were out of style. Ryo picked some which he liked and tried them on. “You look great honey. You’re almost like a different person” This caught Ryo off guard. “D-don’t be silly mom! I’m still Yuta.” “Of course honey. But it’s funny that just yesterday you were pretending to be someone else” “Well… I was carried away with a TV show I was watching” The next stop was the Cloth Altering Shop. They could have bought Ryo a new set of uniforms and the woman insisted on buying new pairs than altering his old ones. However, Ryo felt bad wasting the old clothes. He was solely raised by his grandmother. To be not a burden to her, Ryo had always kept in mind not to waste anything. Food, clothing, books. He use whatever was usable. That habit was carried over even until he swapped body. Hello! I ran out of yaoi novels to read. Because of wanting to read more stories, I decide to write my own. The grammar and stuff isn't really good. I'm not really a good writer so if you find errors and the likes, I'd be glad to hear them out.

Summary : An average high school gay kid and how a journal changed his life. [inspired by real story.] Status : In Progress

Summery: A kingdom far away from anyother. There lives a young master who sleeps around looking for the right person to capture his heart. When he finds a young boy on the side of the road. He stops to take him in. What will happen to the boy and the young master? Status: Ongoing Warning: This ficton is rated 18+!! Meaning it includes strong language and explicit sex scenes. I havent written anything on here yet and decided i should try it. This is for all those friends who would never let me stop writing and give up. Thank you all! ------------------------------------------------------- Haruki Kobayashi Haruki felt the rain fall onto his back as he hudled in the alley. He was kicked out of his apartment and had nowhere to go but on the streets. He was a neko with black ears and tail. He was made fun of alot in school and quit right out of high school not wanting to move on to college. He was working at a part time job for awhile before he was fired. His life was rough. He didnt mind though, he was on his way to his mothers home. She would take care of him hopfully. He stood feeling his sore muscles move against him in protest. They were screaming at him to let them rest. He had been walking for two days now having no other way to get to his mothers. He walked into the street feeling the cold rain on his cheeks. He didnt see the car coming at him at full speed nor did he care. Luckly the car swerved and Haruki looked up hearing the doors slam. He twitched his ears getting the water off just feeling them get soaked again. A man in a suit walked to him holding an umbrella. He was most likely the driver, none of the passengers seemed to care. "Are you okay?" He asked looking Haruki over for any wounds. Haruki smiled lightly and nodded, "I-I'm fine. Just cold and wet." He said looking up at the man. He was older with his facial hair graying slightly. He looked at Haruki then looked back at the car. "Hold on a moment." He walked back to the car and talked to someone in the back quickly before comeing back. He smiled and put a coat around Haruki's shoulders. "The master wishes i bring you into the car." He said steering him to the other side of the car and opening the door. Haruki sat not noticing the other man in the car until he was settled. He looked him up and down noticing his expensive suit and the glass in his hand. The other man smiled and held out his hand to Haruki. "Hello, I'm Naoki Fugikawa." He held out his hand and Haruki took it gently in his own. "Haruki Kobayashi." He said back with a light smile. **please tell me if you think your interested. I am not very confident in my work and would like to know if anyone liked even the first part. Thank you all for your time and thanks for reading**

Summary: Adam is final year in college looks like any normal guy but he beleived he had a terrible side and always tried to hide it. His sister understands him and wants him to enjoy life. So she sets up a meeting and yes, the sweet love ride begins. Status: On going. Warning: may contain intense love scenes. I still cant believe that my sister Adriana actually succeeded in dragging me with her to her boyfriend's party. Her boyfriend Sam, blonde with gym body has a face that got lot of scars and loads of stories behind it. She is my twin and yes if you give me little makeover I actually look like her. This makeover started when she trusted that her spirit is free one and our dad cant constraint it, which ofcourse he does. You probably cant do something wrong to her.She doesnt even have to beg me to help,I love her and oblige her. Besides I hate myself for certain reason which i will share sooner. Now to present, the wind is good in the face. I am inside the house and am roaming aimlessly I couldnt strike conversation with anyone. "Seriously, come on Adam it couldnt be that bad. You shouldnt shut yourself. Please have some fun" Adriana walked towards me with concern in eyes. "Easy said" I thought. "I know exactly what to do" she squealed in excitement and I thought "oh shit, this cant be good". I am being dragged by her to a group of guys drinking a light alcohol. She bumped her fists with most of them and some of them introduced themselves. "Where is Tuck" and suddenly she is being spinned and hugged by the most beautiful guy i have ever seen. "Looking for me? Princess" she hugged him and said "never really got to see you and we have been friends for what 10 sweet years". I remember this guy and i was allowed to read almost all the letters they wrote to each other. She specifically hide certain letters and promised when time comes i will get my chance to read. "Adam what's wrong" I spaced out. I got introduced to everyone. There is Chuck,Leo,Sanders,Brenden and yes, the hottest in the pack, Tuck. His hands was warm and i had to resist the urge to his kiss it. "Timeout whats wrong with me? Why am i getting attracted to him for no reason". I excused myself and came out for some air. Someone tapped from behind and my heart was beating like hell because Tuck is standing real close. I hardly ever blush but i bet my face looked as red as my blood. My knees buckled and before I could give away he asked "Are you alright.You have fever i think. Is that why you are out?" I prayed all the gods I know and don't know that he should never touch my forehead. Thanks to Adriana she is at the door and beckoned me to follow. Sam is smiling at my sister and she stood with him. I am going to meet Tuck's family and she smiled. "Thats great and i am happy for you". I hugged her and fisted Sam.I get that it's time for my makeover. We are inside the room and she removed her wig. We both looked almost same except her breast. We changed clothes. Before going out I stopped her and asked "no one knows about this, right." "Not a soul except Sam of course. " she replied"thats good". Now both me and Sam came out. I am thousand percent sure Adriana and Sam had silent eye conversation. "Hey man can you drop my girl off at her place" Sam asked and I went rigid "wait...wait what the hell is happening? If i go with him....I dont know" all these are thoughts. I turned and took Adriana inside and asked "why are you doing this? My rational part of mind is numb so please Ria stop this". "Whats wrong Adam. He is a good guy. Its a hitch back home" she is stirring me to tell my mind. Just my luck " I don't know if I can handle the pressure. I.....I" how to tell my sister what i feel. "You like him and afraid it may go to the next stage." She completed. I stared at her. "Wait I didnt say that" I protested. "Dont lie the obvious Ad. Love is blind.you cant choose who you fall in love with whether a boy or girl...love is love" she said and kissed my forehead. "What does love had to do anything with this" i asked. "Wait and see" she flashed a smile and pushed me out. I am so sure he is going to find the voice change so i decided to shutup. I sat in the backseat which surprised him. "Whats wrong?why isn't he driving you home?"he asked. I imitated Ria's voice as close as possible " My dad had a...like no good agreement with Sam if he drove me late home it wont do any good and Dad stiil don't know its Sam's party". There is silence and it felt super awkward. He striked the conversation "you know I think your brother is cute" and that's it. Good heavens i wasnt in the front seat. My cheeks burned and my whole body ached and i felt like steaming in fire. Hell he didn't even say he like me or anything. If those words had this effect...i don't know what a "i like you" can cause. I need to cool down. I lowered the glass and the wind cool me. He said all of sudden "If you are okay with it, I am going to date your precious brother. Its not requesting permission but i thought you should know. You dint have to reply". After "date your precious brother" I froze and my heart raceraced, both head and heart ached. I gasped for air. I am imagining i chided myself. We reached my home. I got out and thought "this confused night is over and i am being paranoid. A little night sleep will clear my head." I walked towards stairs and i got spun suddenly and now in his arms. His heartbeat, body warmth, smell of cologene all made me crazy and gave the effects of drug. We got separated and it took all my will power to not pass out and just few more mins and once in I don't care if I collapse near the shoes stand. I am about to push the button but heared my name and to hell with my reflexes, i turned and said "yeah" and clutched my mouth. Wait..is he smiling. He was swift, closed our distance and i am drugged down with his kiss.My first kiss so deep,passionate and hot. I allowed him full access and he is fully using it. I dont think i can stop it and the world started melting away. My head hit the button and ring went on. In the heat he forced me to move back to have support of wall and thats how my head hit it. Dang.

SUMMARY: Ueda Hibiki 20 year old beautiful androgynous man , and freeter who enjoys the life of being a hedonist. His promiscuity led him to the world of trouble, being chase by the husband of the woman he slept with. In his attempt to escape, he break-in inside a car, thinking it was empty. After a few minutes, a man emerge from the shadows and say "I'll hire you as my Stalker." STATUS: On going DISCLAIMER: I do not condone the act of stalking, nor intend to make light or fun with the subject. This part is necessary with the story that i wanted to convey. (Please read spoiler for further details.) CHAPTER ONE Shit! So it comes to this huh? That wretch said she's single! Ha. Ha, What do i do now? I can't come home and bring trouble, it's not even my house!! Ueda Hibiki: a freeter, currently - a dead man walking. 3 hours earlier.. "Nggnn, shit ~what a slut! " he was having a one night stand with a woman he met on a bar that night. She was cute, kinda old for his taste, since he usualy go for the innocent type highschool vibe. But he was a hedonist; all the pleasure he can get, he grabs without second thought. He was a freeter, obviously without any money, so they made the deed in the woman's house. 'It's fine i live alone anyway.' the woman said. "Ohhh, ahh! Please.. do me harder!" The woman moaned and groan under him. What a slut indeed! Allowing anal sex on the first night! Thank goodness for condoms! He said himself. "Yosh! Here i come..." As he was pounding his way to the big 'O' moment, the bedroom door burst open. The joined bodies suddenly stop, like they have been poured by ice water. Hibiki, looked at the man in front of the door, then the woman then the man again. Realizing the situation , he pulled out and stammer. "Ah! Shit! You're married?!" Shouting at the woman under him. With a coy smile she answered "Well, i'm touched you believed my story, but hardly anyone says the truth when on hooking up right?" This bitch! "Bro, listen i'm sorry okay?! I didn't know she was... hey? Bro?who are they?!" Behind the man whose seething with rage and clenching his jaw was 5 burly men, who look like they are ready to kill him, slowly inching forward.. "Aniki, what should we do with this fucker?" One guy wearing tacky clothes ask the man in front, who is now cracking his knuckles. Aniki? Oh no! The yakuza? "I'm sorry honey, you never come home and...." the woman said, but it's obvious she isn't showing any kind of remorse. "Get that man and bring him 'there'!" The man finally spoke. Being punched kick and drag , Hibiki thought that this is where he will die. But the heavens haven't really forsake him, -either that or he was just a devil indiguise. He seduced one of the underling who was eyeing at his bare ass and said" Bro, if you let the cuffs on my feet lose and untie my hand, i'll let you take my ass.." Seeing as the man was guarding him alone for now. Just to add another wound to the attack, he stick out his tongue and swirl it around. He knew his strenght very well,looking really tempting; and that instant, the man untie him , well only his feet, the pervert needed some kind of restraint on him to make sure he can take his time and devour him. "Ah, bro please be gentle it really hurts.." tears was in his eye, but being raped, he admit gives him a new kind of thrill. After a few round, the man untie his hand and shove him on the floor, continuing with the assault. "Fuck this is so good!" The man grunt. In the moment the man was convulsing, almost ready to burst, Hibiki leaned in and kiss him, frenching his tongue.. "omph!" The man moaned; just before he released Hibiki bit his tongue and the tangy taste and smell of blood rushed in his mouth and nose. Cough. Cough. He almost choke , he spit a few times before grabbing a few of his clothing. "Arghh!" The man writhes in pain and roll on the floor. "Sorry bro, that was fun but i don't intend to die here." Running as fast as he could, slightly woobling, bare feet and injured all over, Hibiki pushed open the gate and escape without a definite direction. Stumbling a few times, he groaned and tried to get up, but he caught the sound of hurried footsteps chasing him. "Get the motherfucker!" He was instantly spotted. Adrenaline rush takes over him, forget the fact that he was aching all over, he crawled and stand and ran like the wind. Huff. Huff. 10 minutes of chasing and they are closely gaining distance. Where is this place. So dark! He was panicking. He was running a dark road for ten minutes without a sign of house or life nearby. Another 2 minutes, he spotted a warehouse with open garage. Thinking he could ask for help if someone see him tattered and covered with blood, he ran through the garage looking for some kind of life. "Anyone! Help me!" He plead, already near the limit of his strenght. Although lit, the garage was seemingly lifeless. Not one soul present. He can already feel them closing in, and he was crying in desperation. Trying to prop open the cars one by one, looking for a place to hide. He has no luck, all of them was locked. Well ofcourse it is! Gee! He was already accepting death. The last car he haven't tried was in the far end of the garage, the part where it was not covered by light. With trembling hands he tried to open the driver seat. Kacha. He was momentarily stunned. It opened! "Search everywhere! That guy must be hiding somewhere..." he heard the voices approaching stopping his stupor. He climb inside and silently close the door. Trying to bend and scoot himself under the seat. Ha. Ha. Ha. Calm down stupid breath! He told himself. A few second later, he realized that he has not locked the door, just when he was about to try to manually lock it, it made a clicking sound. Huh? It locked.? Rattle ratlle. He froze when he heard someone rattling the knobs, "this is locked too! Shit! Check around the warehouse, maybe he is hiding in there! Go!" His pursuer said to his companion and they ran towards the warehouse. Thank goodness! This car is heavily tinted like shit!! He said to himself. Realizing that he is safe for now, he heave a sigh of relief, and sit and the drivers seat. Touching his chest trying to calm his heart, the car reverberates his muffled sobbing. Rustle. Shock by the sound, he looked left and right, but see no one. Click. A light behind him suddenly flickered, and he heard someone inhaling and exhaling smoke. Freezing in place; Hibiki took a peek at the rear view mirror, and see a figure slowly emerging from the back seat, inching forward, just enough for the figure to be seen in the dim of the light outside. A man with long black hair wearing dark sharp suit was gazing at him through the mirror. He took another drab of the smoke and exhale, while smirking at him, the man spoke with an eerily cold voice, "Na, cornered rat.. I'll hire you as my stalker."

So I haven't decided what to rate this quite yet so for now it will be rated 16+ but it will probably go up to 18+. Oh and just a heads up I replaced Yuki with my own character, and it will sort of follow the anime story line but with my own twist and turns on it~ ^-^ Summary: Akihiko was a normal boy but after he encountered a mysterious young man his life will turn upside down. He will soon realize that his life wasn't as normal as he thought. Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight that right belongs to Matsuri Hino, the only thing that does belong to me is the plot and Akihiko. Side Note: I will let you know if the chapter deserves a warning or not.~ =) Anyways on-wards to the prologue. ---- Prologue: It was too cold… Where am I? How did I get here? Who am I? Why is it that all I see is white? What is this white fluffy thing? I lifted black mitten covered hands, what are mittens? How do I know that word? A sudden freezing cold gust of wind blew causing long flowing strands of brown with black and silver hues shimmering in the dark. The strands of silk whipped around in the wind, hitting my face every so often. What were those colors I saw? Brown? No… Black maybe? No… Silver? A shiver ran down my spine as an unknown feeling rushed over my body- it felt like icy fingers were caressing my warm body. Just then, the feeling increased tenfold causing me to turn around slowly. When I did- I saw a man walking briskly over towards me. Fear was causing my body to shake; I knew I had to move right away. But... My body felt frozen. It scared me even more when I saw the man lick his lips showing off his sharp looking dagger like teeth. Finally when I was able to move it was too late. I back stepped- finally but what the man had said scared me even more to the point of tears running down from my large innocent light brown eyes, "Are you all alone little boy?" My bottom lip was trembling as even more hot crystal clear tears rolled down my face. I don't want to die… The man's sickening echoed like voice just let out a wicked cackle before his mouth stretched out across his face. He hissed and bared his sharp teeth at me causing another set of tears to fall down my face, chilling as they went. "That's good! Because you're delicious smelling blood will be mine!" The man started to charge right at me with a speed that I have never seen before, but nonetheless… it still scared me. I fell back in fear, landing on my bottom in the cold frozen ice water below. My voice finally found it's self as I closed my eyes tightly causing some tears to go flying through the air and soon turning into ice melding with the snow. "I don't want to die!" Just as soon as those words left my lips I heard a slightly deep voice, but it was soothing and calm. It made me open my eyes to see the back of a boy wearing a white long knee length coat with short ear length brown hair. "Hn… You give vampire's a bad name." Vampires? What was he talking about? The man that was charging at me now lied dead, bleeding crimson red from his neck, staining the white innocent virgin snow. I blinked, what was red? What was white? I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion before I saw the man turn around and look at me with those haunting red-brown eyes. "Are you alright little one? That man didn't hurt you did he?" His voice was soft and blissfully soothing, even though he was covered in crimson he still held this air to him that spoke of safety. My whole body was shaking when I saw him bent over slightly with his hand extended out for me to take it, "Don't worry… I won't hurt you… You can trust me." I looked up at him from my sitting spot on the ground. The snow had already made my bottom feel wet. I lifted one hand up to rub at my eyes while the other took a hold of his. My hand looked smaller in his larger hand. He helped me up and pulled me towards him. What was going on? Why did I feel strangely safe in this man's arms? "My name is Kuran Kaname…. Little one." I looked up at him and blinked my eyes at him. 'K-K… Kaname'. I smiled softly and buried my face in his stomach. After that day I knew that I owed Kaname a life debt. Once his arms embraced me tightly I felt strangely safe. Like nothing could ever hurt me so long as I was in his arms. So long as I stay with him, nothing could touch me. I also didn't know that after that encounter with him, my fate was sealed. And soon my whole life would change as well. ---- Okay so I hoped you guys liked it since it is my first real fanfiction. ^^;

Word Count 2614 Genre AU, Fluff, Romance, Slice of life Rating 18+ Disclaimer Mizuki x Sei. sex-stuff. with whips and things. Warnings bdsm, bondage Author's Note don't own DMMD, the characters, just creative license to make things even more gay. honestly? i'm pathetic. thanks. ALSO.... I was tired, and barely capitalised. Summary Mizuki contemplates his life with a princess, and gets a little bit more confidence to improve his relationship with Sei. Power Princess-life. There could be many things attributed to Sei once you got to know him. and he was a hard person to get to know. there seemed to be someone guarding him at all times, always always. Be it the former appointed guards of that old asshole what's-his-face, his brother, his brother’s friend, or the plural of that last one. Sure, Mizuki was close to Aoba and the others, but there was a begrudging sense to the whole formal introduction of Sei Serigaki; twin brother of Aoba, residential prince in treatment. He was a cute guy. Had the same fair skin, the same smile Aoba sported. While Mizuki had been attracted to Aoba first (he had a thing for that bad-boy switch, it was weird) Sei was... well... he was great. Like, just a generally amazing guy. Mizuki never prodded him about what happened to have he and Aoba separated for nearly their whole lives, nor did he press him about the issues he reportedly had. Mizuki treated him how a person should be treated, which seemed the only reasonable thing to do. With Aoba fretting around him (and clearly trying not to show it, despite Mizuki knowing that crease between his brows, the little indent in his forehead that told he was troubled, the casual reminders and suggestions to Sei to maybe eat this, or wow it’s late, isn’t it, you should probably sleep) and the clear lack of a wide social life, sei probably didn’t have a very active… well. anything. So Mizuki did what Mizuki does best-- prompt and listen. the bar was too “seedy” for sei, house was too personal. they met at little coffee shops with cartoon colors, icecream places with machines constantly whirring in the background, forcing their voices to get louder, or their bodies to be closer. sei opened up with a few well-placed questions. he was in continuation school to make up the credits he missed while he was mia, since there was no formal education for him under toue’s shitty guidance. he really enjoyed learning, and his favorite subject so far was literature and a close second had to be biology, because learning about the functions of cells and tissue and all those things was really cool! and he loved loved loved being able to interact with teachers-- his favorite was a professor from america, and his name was mr. davidson, and he taught algebra which was kind of boring, but he made really funny jokes and liked to help him with other subjects almost all the time. he slept with a blankie their grandmother had knit for him since aoba and she had learned that he would be returned to their custody. he didn’t have a favorite stuffed animal, but he had names for almost all of them, and he really enjoyed writing. writing, that was his favorite thing. he’d been creating places in his mind since he could think enough to imagine. mizuki could just sit, with his chin on his fingers, elbows on the table, smiling, all day, just with sei. he really could. serigaki’s voice was enchanting. his eyes had a way of squinting when he giggled. seeing the other man happy made mizuki happy. butterflies became acid monsters and even catching a glimpse of the bus that dropped him off, or the sound of the door opening to a shop he sat at while he waited for the other made mizuki’s insides churn, his body flushing hot. it was the first time he made sei laugh that he knew he was a goner. the pureness of it. unrestrained, knocking sei back like a self-inflicted blow. the man squirmed and shouted and tears ran down his face and he clapped his hands together and cried out and mizuki’s heart doubled, bells clanging in his head- wedding bells, the toll of death of **** he didn’t even know, he really didn’t. it was just wow, how could he begin to describe it? the memory stuck with him, followed him. unpleasant in its reminders that he had fallen for a guy he had no chance with probably (and on those days, it was like gum on the bottom of new boots) and lifting in its image, laughter replaying and smile so bright (and on those days, it was like a candy, just one, in his pocket, that he would unwrap and unwrap again, and savor) sei’s innocence and thirst for new experiences, his wise eyes and vitality, his unadulterated appreciation for the life he lived mizuki would sit and just think about him. not sexually, or even romantically. just his image. reflect on the feelings his name even provoked in him. he made a drink, a nice cocktail, refreshing and simple, with this lasting tang and sweeping refreshness, and thought that it perfectly described sei’s sweetness and double-sided sly cleverness. he got drunk on it. on him. every encounter was intoxicating he needed like never before. like it ripped him a little at the seams everytime sei hugged him and said his goodbyes. like the others scent was honestly the only thing he needed to keep him content. his warmth inspired a coldness when it abandoned him. mizuki felt like he was going balls to the wall bonkers. but then he realized only months into talking, nearly a year, that he didn’t even know sei that well. he knew sei at his best. he knew sei at his happy and content and excited and flabbergasted. but he’d never seen him grumpy, mad, pissy, or strained. he never saw the dark. and he knew there was a dark. in the corner of sei’s eyes, it lingered, mimicking color but it was a distinctive patch of secrets and sorrows. it came out after that first year. sei cried in front of him and hated himself for it. he could see the anger welling up, broken-hearted in its form and he complained as he sobbed, ‘god i don’t want to DO THIS in front of you’ but the emphasis spoke so many volumes. sei didn’t like to be held when he cried-- he said, later on, that arms felt like cages, and the underlying controlling ticked him off. his emotions were his own. mizuki wasn’t rebuffed when he was shoved away and settled with only handing over tissues to the curled figure on his couch. he made note to avoid animated movies featuring death at that detail. later on, he showed a streak of really profound passive-aggressiveness. he would smile and nod but the tone twisted into something berating, at times, the shortness of his answers stabs in their own way. apologies always followed (in massive quantities) but mizuki was stunned at the level of-- well, the moments that sei could truly be that dark. but he found that he wasn’t deterred, but attracted all the more. maybe that darkness called out to something in him. mizuki was scared of how easily he reasoned it, accepted it. how his perceptions shaped and bent to accommodate the new information, like elastic. time passed. interests were expressed, on both ends. their lips touched in the fall, mizuki remembers nothing about the day or the time, just the feeling and just sei. it never occurred to him that sei could initiate something so physical, leaning up with a hand outstretched and pressing his mouth to mizuki’s. it didn’t feel like anything but confirmation and invitation and plans. sei pulled away before he could even react, smiling and departing on his bus to yonder with obliviousness to mizukii’s stunned form. time passed. they sat down and did that again. multiple times they kissed, pecks on cheeks, on noses, on lips, shoulders, thighs, ass-- everywhere. sei slowly opens up. he likes things to be fun and sweet, even when they’re more on the eyebrow-raiser end, but mizuki is compliant after conversation. sei likes bows around his cock, preferably a nice pink, and wearing garter and hose underneath his typical jeans and shirt. he likes panties to be soft and hold him nicely. it upgrades. mizuki finds that sei likes to have control and likes a subject under him to be happy with it. his previous discomfort was a slap to sei’s face, a source of sadness. he learned to embrace things-- slowly. there was one day where sei was away from the apartment with aoba and ren, and he picked up the thin collar that he knew sei kept stuffed away in his underwear drawer. it had been a source of shame. to be collared- like some fool, like an object or dog. it didn’t pleasure him. sei had cried when he saw how god damned forced it was. he chewed his lip and slowly tested the stretch. fondled the tongue, observed the quality. he put it on, throat bobbing as he looked at himself in the mirror. there was a hook… right there, where sei would attatch the long chain, gripped lightly in his hand. and mizuki would be on the floor, on his knees, cock between his legs. he could imagine it. lips slick with spit and cum, sei smiling down at him with praises. eyes lidded, puffing quietly. that love in his eyes. the affection. mizuki hated being weak. he didn’t like positions where he couldn’t understand things. but his mind perceived that love. looking at himself, in the mirror, hand on the collar, eyes staring back at him, he made a pledge to revel in his own weakness. it was a pledge that was hard to really carry out, and he saw that sei struggled with a leading hand as well. they helped one another. mizuki kissed his feet, lavished him in affection, did his bidding. he kept his head bent, eyes lowered, until sei told him to “look” and he did. they went to stores to browse the right kind of rope, experimented with toys and denial systems. sei would strap him down and ride him happily, mizuki learning not to thrust, not to protest, just to feel and obey and smother groans and whimpers as sei’s hands stroked his chest, the sound of slapping skin and his grunts of effort, whispered words cutting through hazy pleasure. the goal was to work up to the collar. mizuki’s neck was a sensitive place when it came to things like restriction. the bandages he’d had in the hospital that time back were uncomfortable and harsh even then. but he found he was becoming more comfortable. his body was becoming used to playing the subservient role-- but when had it not been? sei was enrapturing like any classic royal figure, divine in all his fables and stories, a masterpiece, breathtaking in person. mizuki was gotten before he even played the chase. the third year was when he finally did it. mizuki was on his knees, ass cushioned by his feet, hands in his lap, bare. the chain on his collar was yanked and he raised his head to look at sei, his cock erect, eyes lidded as he looked down. in the lighting of the room, his eyes glittered and his pale skin was entirely too enticing. mizuki straightened his back as sei gently put a hand behind his head, bringing him closer. everything about the man was beguiling-- mizuki couldn’t help but keep falling in love over and over again, heart pounding hard as he parted his lips to take sei’s arousal into his mouth. sei pet his hair, cooing and stuttering gasps as the red-head sucked on the head gently, pulling away to press gentle kisses along the sides. his erection had been slow to rise but there was something about licking up the length of his lover’s cock, hearing the appreciative noises that incited a fire. flushed and heavily aroused, mizuki’s mouth trailed down, eyes looking up for sei’s nodded confirmation before he licked at the underside of his sac. the sensitivity ran rampant in special places mizuki found only on exploration. the buckling of sei’s knees confirmed it followed by a shallow thrust. he took one ball into his mouth, sucking gently before pulling away to trail a tongue up up up to the head and down, sharply, as he took sei’s erection into his mouth. mizuki’s head bobbed slowly as he adjusted. but everything quickly became familiar. sei was at the stage where he desperately tried to hold on. his stamina was never the best but mizuki never paid much mind. he liked it. long fingers twisted in red hair and mizuki held his head in position as sei, ever so gently, ****ed his mouth. the moans that fell sei’s open mouth, lips pink and black hair sticking to forehead, neck, god. it was heavenly. mizuki would have come undone there if it hadn’t been for a (very cute) cockring. every pull-back, the tanned man would let his teeth drag along the skin just slightly, sei’s hisses and giggles caught between groans tugging the urge to smile. the quiet was pierced by those moans. mizuki rumbled low in his throat, saliva sticking to his lips, smeared now as sei gasped and babbled-- his voice hitched, a tightening and mizuki kept his eyes open to watch the veins in his neck pop, watch his eyes squeeze shut, watch lips work wordlessly, soundlessly. watching the orgasm wash through sei was debatably better than tasting it. he was always a little salty, a little bland. mizuki wouldn’t trade it for anything but seeing sei’s body work through an orgasm…. that was a sight. he pulled away only when he was allowed, swallowed and licked his lips and grinned when sei giggled breathlessly behind his hand. “you’re so cute.” “yeah, well.” mizuki kissed his thigh. “you’re beautiful.” sei giggled again and tugged his chain to have mizuki stand. wrapping his arms around him, he led the other to the bed, falling with him. a hand, stark contrast to the red-head’s skin, wrapped around an aching erection and lightly stroked. mizuki nuzzled the other in return, not moving himself, barely rocking into it as he just enjoyed the sensations. breath stirring the strands of sei’s hair, he closed his eyes and shuddered. sei tilted his head up to kiss the other’s nose- who was notably becoming a mess of grunts and shivers. his body tensed and shook. (mizuki seemed unaware that the sentiment of watching and appreciating a lover’s pleasure was equally shared, if not felt even at greater lengths, by sei. he drinked in mizuki’s vulnerability, loved and adored his truthfulness and openness at these times and the ones before. it absorbed his mind, just admiring the details in how mizuki’s mouth lifted into a smile as he exhaled his enjoyment, the writhing, collarbones impactful in image as his body seemed to curl from itself--) he slid the cockring off, fingers squeezing as they pushed up from below. mizuki looked into his eyes, drooling. he wants to bury his face in that slim, pale neck, cum and groan without being seen. but he opens himself, sei’s hand bringing him to a neat finish as he bucks his hips once and cums. fifteen minutes later, Mizuki sat up in bed, sei’s head in his lap and the tv turned on to one of those trashy reality shows. “i’m not cleaning up the stain this time.” “mizu.” “i’m not. it’s barely even there. you got most of it.” “you’re so dirty.” “says sei, the bringer of whips and chains.” at that, sei chortles, slapping his thigh and mizuki thinks about how lucky he is to love and be loved in return. they both wince at the inevitable weave tug. ouch.

Alright, so I am a uke looking for a furry seme partner. I would prefer wolves, dogs, or werewolves to come up. But this doesn't mean I won't take other furries, I will play with them as well no problem. As for the kind of roleplay I am looking for just send me a message and I will write up a few ideas for you to decide which you would like to do. Or if you come with your own idea that is great as well! The one thing people should know is I am looking for a more sexual rp.

[table=width: 400, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td].:Void Keeper's Quest:.[/td] [/tr] [/table] Summary: In the perpetual empty space, there is an existence that transcends time. His duty is to control the horrors of the void. Thus, he is simply called the "Void Keeper". The One who holds the key of infinite darkness. Or is supposed to. What happens if the Void Keeper lose his key? Status: In Progress Warning: Rape, incest, violence, crimes