Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction ❯ Brand New Love Story ❯ Echoing ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Sleep Remedy 
The conclusion to our sordid tale. Fairytale sex better than anything Disney could do. ;3
Non Anime: Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 202 | Status: Completed
The conclusion to our sordid tale. Fairytale sex better than anything Disney could do. ;3
Non Anime: Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 202 | Status: Completed
“To Love and To Be Loved”
-Written by Sleep Remedy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Eoin Colfer's character's or the ideas found in his books. However, I do own my very own personal copy of the Lost Colony. Oh yeah! What now, bitches? XD
Warnings: Alright, I don't usually write really bad smut in most of my longer fanfictions. I mostly leave those for my one-shots. However, I'm gonna go ahead and break the habit by having a really long, very descriptive, very HOMOSEXUAL and consensual love scene. ( that will be edited out, making this chapter woefully short for those of you on fanfic)So, you know, I really don't think there's any shonen-ai or straight fans out there for this fanfic, but I'm gonna warn you anyway! ... And, you have been warned. Bah!
Chapter Eight: Echoing
As might go without saying, there was a lot of beseeching, and crying, and just general drama and mayhem that night. My relationship with Butler was permanently altered. I did not know where Butler was by nightfall nor in what light he regarded me anymore. I lightly worried for Remy's well-being, but quickly dismissed it. I had full confidence that, no matter what emotional state Butler was in, he would keep a reign on his emotions and separate personal from professional like any good bodyguard knows to do.
However, the entire house seemed keen to what had happened between the two of us. My father came to me directly afterward to have a quiet dinner of grilled rosemary chicken by the open windows. After that, Mother invited both me and Remy to watch some strange and inconceivable women's movie on a woman in the late seventies who was abused by her husband. Remy and Mother immediately began trading tissues when the woman gathered up her wits enough to face her bear monster of her husband and I had the presence of mind enough to keep my mouth shut and keep quiet.
After that, Juliet dragged both me and Remy down into the yard and her and Remy had a fight to the death over some obscure wrestling move that she swore could be done from the top ropes while he argued that it would have done more damage to the aggressor than the prey. They had their own little tussle which ended in Juliet jumping off a tree branch to test her theory. She executed it perfectly and ended up nearly knocking poor little Remy unconscious. This ended up with her dragging him, quite literally, into the house and the bathroom for some first aide by my own hand. After I was done and Remy was busy whining on the bathroom floor, Juliet showed me the darkening bruises on her back grinning. Apparently, she liked Remy a lot and gave me her blessings right there and then. I thought it very big of her and graced her with a smile, though I am not truly sure if I meant to do that from the beginning. I do not regret it.
When all of this was finished, Remy had finally caught wind of what had transpired between Butler and I. His way of dealing with it was to be extra gentle, extra fun, and just extra loving, I suppose. As the sun fell below the hills surrounding Fowl Manor, I felt safe in his arms and held no qualms about leaning into him just a small bit more than I usually did.
Even though I did not regret turning Butler down, I did not like it either. I felt it was necessary, yet I wished that there had been some way to avoid it, to put it off for another hour or even a minute. Anything to preserve things the way they were for just a brief moment more, even if I was busy hating him for that extra minute. The thought of loosing him to any point at all dug deep in my chest and buried itself, cold and metallic, right beside my heart. It hurt. Deeply.
When the sun had dipped far below the horizon and all that was left to document its existence in this realm was a soft tinting of pink against the twinkling night sky, Remy lifted me up with a soft tug and guided me out of the brisk night air into the close air of inside. He held my hand all the way to my room and we did not talk. As soon as the door was closed, his lips were on mine and we were not able to talk. His hands were hot against my stomach, though I could not remember when he had slipped them under my shirt, and they were contrasting the cool wood of my door against my back. His hands were feverish and his lips were frantic, drinking everything from me hurriedly, yet savoringly. I was not quite sure how he accomplished this, but I commended him on it.
Next, the wood was gone from my back to be replaced by the soft and accommodating bed coverlet. His hands and lips were still everywhere, so that I felt as if I was not in my room, but in Remy himself. He wrapped me up in himself and it was only him and I in the entire world. Some little voice in the back of my head wondered idly if Remy would be lonely when he ate me up.
'Will he be lonely when I am all gone and he is all alone in this world just for us?'
'Of course not! Remy is going to burn with me,' I answered the voice.
Soon the clothes were stripping off our bodies like the layers of an onion, revealing never before seen flesh and pale areas never touched, even by the vicious sun. I was truly wrapped up in him now. It seemed every part of my body was touching his and it was fire. It was passion, it was sex at its finest, it was love.
There was so much grinding, undulating, and writhing for such a while, stoking the fires ever higher until there was no reasoning in this act that had never passed between the two of us before. Finally, the animalistic movements began to gain some purpose other than just to gain some ephemeral satisfaction. His hands slipped between my legs much easier than they should have and his fingers slipped into me without protest from me or my little opening. I gasped and I wiggled about, complaining through little gasps about some vague discomfort, while Remy licked and kissed away the pains. There was stretching and curious little wiggles of his fingers that felt much nicer than I ever thought they would. Sex was like this? I never would have guessed.
After some untold numbers of Remy's fingers had ventured into me and thoroughly invaded me pleasantly, I felt something different pushing and prodding with little rocking gestures at the juncture between my legs. I whined a little. A low, long groaning sound that sounded pathetic even to me sneaked out of my mouth. At this, Remy leaned down, brushing his lips against my cheeks, and kissed away the little trails of tears caused by the tingles that had been ravishing my spine and the deep burning heat gathered in my groin. He whispered a barely audible apology and continued his careful pushing until he was buried deep, extremely deep, within me.
Everything stopped. Remy stopped moving and stay poised above me, panting lightly. I remained unmoved beneath him, my hips tipped up slightly and my hands level with my head while my chest heaved with silent sobs. For all the frantic heated movement of a few moments ago everything was still then, and all I could feel was him pulsating within me and the tight feel of pulling pain around him. The feel of a string's strands snapping under the strain of a weight it can not possibly hold.
But, that feeling persisted in diminishing until I started to feel a deep and throbbing pleasure from being filled so deeply. Catching my breath with a little gasp, I finally dragged my eyes up to Remy's face, my eyes imploring him silently to continue. And, he did.
Just a gentle rocking at first. Experimental. As I slowly got used to the feeling, my hips rocked forward with the same gentle motion to meet his hips. This encouraged him more and his thrusts became a little harder, a little deeper. My arms went around his neck to give me better leverage and thrust back. His hands wrapped around and grasped my shoulders, stabilizing himself to thrust harder. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck as a particularly good thrust hit some small spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. He began to bite my neck, to leave the small indentation of his teeth against my nape.
Then, I was gasping. Something was building. I could feel myself building, the fire reaching higher, reaching towards the sky, the apex. I tried to tell him, I hoped that he could hear my gasped pleas, decipher my meaning, read between the lines of my little mewlings as he usually did. I think he did.
Picking me up and sitting me in his lap, he began to hold me up just a little bit and thrust up and out, rubbing against me with each movement. Rubbing me against him. Finally, with one little gasping cry from him and a full throated moaning scream from myself, him clutching me to his chest, we climaxed. And, it was exhausting.
-Later-
School has started up again. Summer has given way to fall, taking with it the sweltering nights and sticky humidity to make room for a wonderful blending of oranges and reds. It is like my little summer adventure never happened. However, if you look just beneath the surface of my happy student life you can see the soft reshaping my life has taken as result of it. Remy and I are even closer than before. We are truly and deeply lovers, now, no longer just boyfriends. Jack and I have become Siamese twins, he being the only one I told of the incident that was not initially informed. I am less cruel to the teachers, more forgiving to their idiotic mistakes. I am less worried about becoming a great and powerful man and more worried about what the school lunch is or what stupid date idea Remy's going to come up with next.
Butler and I are still close friends. If anything, I think he respects me more and loves me just a little deeper, though in a different way. I am a being that is capable of love and considering things in a less than logical sense. I would like to think that makes me a little bit more approachable to the normal human being.
There has been no word on the whereabouts of my attacker and I blame this on no one, but Butler. He has not told me what he did for me, but I can see it in his eyes when someone mentions his name. That cold satisfaction when someone drops the consoling fact that there has been no sign of him as of yet. It would not even take a genius, not even of my caliber, to see the truth behind those icy blue eyes.
As for the faeries that were completely absent throughout this story? Come now, children! This only spans a few days. I am not such a freak to spend every waking moment with the fae! However, I did get condolences from Miss Holly Short, whom awkwardly announced that if I ever wanted to talk about it, she was ever eager to listen. I have not heard from Captain Root or Foaly, so I would like to assume that they are not aware of the occurrences of that summer. A godsend, I say. I would hate to think of how awkward they would be with how much trouble Holly had with it.
Ah, but now Remy is calling for me. Something about a swimming pool adventure. Oh dear, if he wants me to go swimming he had better think about it once more. Sorry that I must leave you as so. Just take solace that this is nowhere near the end of this story. I have quite a few years to weave a tale greater and larger than this one and all the ones that came before it.
With great and affectionate appreciation,
Artemis Fowl Junior.
-The End-
Authoress' Note: Ho My God! I finished! Praise the Lord! -bows and does twenty-five Hail Marys- I can't believe I did it! Amazing... I have drive. I can finish what I start. I do not suck as an author... Yay! XD Finally, my first finished fanfiction. I want to thank God, my friend Stella, and most of all, my thesaurus! Much love! I mean, I really really really luv you guys! -wipes tear away- Farewell for now, Sleepy.
-Written by Sleep Remedy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Eoin Colfer's character's or the ideas found in his books. However, I do own my very own personal copy of the Lost Colony. Oh yeah! What now, bitches? XD
Warnings: Alright, I don't usually write really bad smut in most of my longer fanfictions. I mostly leave those for my one-shots. However, I'm gonna go ahead and break the habit by having a really long, very descriptive, very HOMOSEXUAL and consensual love scene. ( that will be edited out, making this chapter woefully short for those of you on fanfic)So, you know, I really don't think there's any shonen-ai or straight fans out there for this fanfic, but I'm gonna warn you anyway! ... And, you have been warned. Bah!
Chapter Eight: Echoing
As might go without saying, there was a lot of beseeching, and crying, and just general drama and mayhem that night. My relationship with Butler was permanently altered. I did not know where Butler was by nightfall nor in what light he regarded me anymore. I lightly worried for Remy's well-being, but quickly dismissed it. I had full confidence that, no matter what emotional state Butler was in, he would keep a reign on his emotions and separate personal from professional like any good bodyguard knows to do.
However, the entire house seemed keen to what had happened between the two of us. My father came to me directly afterward to have a quiet dinner of grilled rosemary chicken by the open windows. After that, Mother invited both me and Remy to watch some strange and inconceivable women's movie on a woman in the late seventies who was abused by her husband. Remy and Mother immediately began trading tissues when the woman gathered up her wits enough to face her bear monster of her husband and I had the presence of mind enough to keep my mouth shut and keep quiet.
After that, Juliet dragged both me and Remy down into the yard and her and Remy had a fight to the death over some obscure wrestling move that she swore could be done from the top ropes while he argued that it would have done more damage to the aggressor than the prey. They had their own little tussle which ended in Juliet jumping off a tree branch to test her theory. She executed it perfectly and ended up nearly knocking poor little Remy unconscious. This ended up with her dragging him, quite literally, into the house and the bathroom for some first aide by my own hand. After I was done and Remy was busy whining on the bathroom floor, Juliet showed me the darkening bruises on her back grinning. Apparently, she liked Remy a lot and gave me her blessings right there and then. I thought it very big of her and graced her with a smile, though I am not truly sure if I meant to do that from the beginning. I do not regret it.
When all of this was finished, Remy had finally caught wind of what had transpired between Butler and I. His way of dealing with it was to be extra gentle, extra fun, and just extra loving, I suppose. As the sun fell below the hills surrounding Fowl Manor, I felt safe in his arms and held no qualms about leaning into him just a small bit more than I usually did.
Even though I did not regret turning Butler down, I did not like it either. I felt it was necessary, yet I wished that there had been some way to avoid it, to put it off for another hour or even a minute. Anything to preserve things the way they were for just a brief moment more, even if I was busy hating him for that extra minute. The thought of loosing him to any point at all dug deep in my chest and buried itself, cold and metallic, right beside my heart. It hurt. Deeply.
When the sun had dipped far below the horizon and all that was left to document its existence in this realm was a soft tinting of pink against the twinkling night sky, Remy lifted me up with a soft tug and guided me out of the brisk night air into the close air of inside. He held my hand all the way to my room and we did not talk. As soon as the door was closed, his lips were on mine and we were not able to talk. His hands were hot against my stomach, though I could not remember when he had slipped them under my shirt, and they were contrasting the cool wood of my door against my back. His hands were feverish and his lips were frantic, drinking everything from me hurriedly, yet savoringly. I was not quite sure how he accomplished this, but I commended him on it.
Next, the wood was gone from my back to be replaced by the soft and accommodating bed coverlet. His hands and lips were still everywhere, so that I felt as if I was not in my room, but in Remy himself. He wrapped me up in himself and it was only him and I in the entire world. Some little voice in the back of my head wondered idly if Remy would be lonely when he ate me up.
'Will he be lonely when I am all gone and he is all alone in this world just for us?'
'Of course not! Remy is going to burn with me,' I answered the voice.
Soon the clothes were stripping off our bodies like the layers of an onion, revealing never before seen flesh and pale areas never touched, even by the vicious sun. I was truly wrapped up in him now. It seemed every part of my body was touching his and it was fire. It was passion, it was sex at its finest, it was love.
There was so much grinding, undulating, and writhing for such a while, stoking the fires ever higher until there was no reasoning in this act that had never passed between the two of us before. Finally, the animalistic movements began to gain some purpose other than just to gain some ephemeral satisfaction. His hands slipped between my legs much easier than they should have and his fingers slipped into me without protest from me or my little opening. I gasped and I wiggled about, complaining through little gasps about some vague discomfort, while Remy licked and kissed away the pains. There was stretching and curious little wiggles of his fingers that felt much nicer than I ever thought they would. Sex was like this? I never would have guessed.
After some untold numbers of Remy's fingers had ventured into me and thoroughly invaded me pleasantly, I felt something different pushing and prodding with little rocking gestures at the juncture between my legs. I whined a little. A low, long groaning sound that sounded pathetic even to me sneaked out of my mouth. At this, Remy leaned down, brushing his lips against my cheeks, and kissed away the little trails of tears caused by the tingles that had been ravishing my spine and the deep burning heat gathered in my groin. He whispered a barely audible apology and continued his careful pushing until he was buried deep, extremely deep, within me.
Everything stopped. Remy stopped moving and stay poised above me, panting lightly. I remained unmoved beneath him, my hips tipped up slightly and my hands level with my head while my chest heaved with silent sobs. For all the frantic heated movement of a few moments ago everything was still then, and all I could feel was him pulsating within me and the tight feel of pulling pain around him. The feel of a string's strands snapping under the strain of a weight it can not possibly hold.
But, that feeling persisted in diminishing until I started to feel a deep and throbbing pleasure from being filled so deeply. Catching my breath with a little gasp, I finally dragged my eyes up to Remy's face, my eyes imploring him silently to continue. And, he did.
Just a gentle rocking at first. Experimental. As I slowly got used to the feeling, my hips rocked forward with the same gentle motion to meet his hips. This encouraged him more and his thrusts became a little harder, a little deeper. My arms went around his neck to give me better leverage and thrust back. His hands wrapped around and grasped my shoulders, stabilizing himself to thrust harder. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck as a particularly good thrust hit some small spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. He began to bite my neck, to leave the small indentation of his teeth against my nape.
Then, I was gasping. Something was building. I could feel myself building, the fire reaching higher, reaching towards the sky, the apex. I tried to tell him, I hoped that he could hear my gasped pleas, decipher my meaning, read between the lines of my little mewlings as he usually did. I think he did.
Picking me up and sitting me in his lap, he began to hold me up just a little bit and thrust up and out, rubbing against me with each movement. Rubbing me against him. Finally, with one little gasping cry from him and a full throated moaning scream from myself, him clutching me to his chest, we climaxed. And, it was exhausting.
-Later-
School has started up again. Summer has given way to fall, taking with it the sweltering nights and sticky humidity to make room for a wonderful blending of oranges and reds. It is like my little summer adventure never happened. However, if you look just beneath the surface of my happy student life you can see the soft reshaping my life has taken as result of it. Remy and I are even closer than before. We are truly and deeply lovers, now, no longer just boyfriends. Jack and I have become Siamese twins, he being the only one I told of the incident that was not initially informed. I am less cruel to the teachers, more forgiving to their idiotic mistakes. I am less worried about becoming a great and powerful man and more worried about what the school lunch is or what stupid date idea Remy's going to come up with next.
Butler and I are still close friends. If anything, I think he respects me more and loves me just a little deeper, though in a different way. I am a being that is capable of love and considering things in a less than logical sense. I would like to think that makes me a little bit more approachable to the normal human being.
There has been no word on the whereabouts of my attacker and I blame this on no one, but Butler. He has not told me what he did for me, but I can see it in his eyes when someone mentions his name. That cold satisfaction when someone drops the consoling fact that there has been no sign of him as of yet. It would not even take a genius, not even of my caliber, to see the truth behind those icy blue eyes.
As for the faeries that were completely absent throughout this story? Come now, children! This only spans a few days. I am not such a freak to spend every waking moment with the fae! However, I did get condolences from Miss Holly Short, whom awkwardly announced that if I ever wanted to talk about it, she was ever eager to listen. I have not heard from Captain Root or Foaly, so I would like to assume that they are not aware of the occurrences of that summer. A godsend, I say. I would hate to think of how awkward they would be with how much trouble Holly had with it.
Ah, but now Remy is calling for me. Something about a swimming pool adventure. Oh dear, if he wants me to go swimming he had better think about it once more. Sorry that I must leave you as so. Just take solace that this is nowhere near the end of this story. I have quite a few years to weave a tale greater and larger than this one and all the ones that came before it.
With great and affectionate appreciation,
Artemis Fowl Junior.
-The End-
Authoress' Note: Ho My God! I finished! Praise the Lord! -bows and does twenty-five Hail Marys- I can't believe I did it! Amazing... I have drive. I can finish what I start. I do not suck as an author... Yay! XD Finally, my first finished fanfiction. I want to thank God, my friend Stella, and most of all, my thesaurus! Much love! I mean, I really really really luv you guys! -wipes tear away- Farewell for now, Sleepy.