Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Day ❯ Bad Day ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Shingaisha_Setsuna 
Alec comes home pissed.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.07.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 459 | Status: Completed
Alec comes home pissed.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.07.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 459 | Status: Completed
Bad Day
The door slammed shut, shelves rattling from the force. Alec stormed into the living room of the small apartment, fuming. He threw his bag onto the couch violently, ripping his hat from his head and chucking it aside. He was ripping his jacket off when Vincent strolled in from the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, watching his irate boyfriend strip; he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray as he made his way to the angered blonde.
Alec's tempered actions were halted when two arms grabbed him from behind, dragging him against a lithe body. He struggled for a few moments, but it was just an act to satisfy his pride. He settled down, leaning against Vincent tiredly. Vincent smirked softly.
"Bad day?" he asked lowly in Alec's ear, causing a shudder to run through his body.
"Yeah..." he sighed, leaning his head back into Vincent's jaw. "I really hate them. I want to fucking kill them."
"What did they do this time?" Vincent asked, slowly moving them backwards so they could sit on the armchair. Alec let out an annoyed sigh, turning into Vincent.
"Same damn shit. This time, a whole bunch of them cornered me after class. Motherfuckers almost got me, too. Their nowhere near as strong as you, so in a one on one--hell, even a three on one--I could take them, but there was at least twelve today. I let them taunt me for awhile, but when I didn't rise to the bait, they all jumped me at once. I swear, one of the asses got their hands down my pants and almost got the damn things off," he explained angrily, focusing so much he didn't feel Vincent's arms tighten around him.
"What did you do?" Vincent breathed into his ear again, and Alec's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a small, breathy moan. Vincent started to nibble on Alec's ear, making it hard for Alec to think.
"I decked two of them in the--hah--jaw, and kicked another in the groin. Th-at distracted them long enough that I could get up--haah!--and get aw--aaay... Vincent, what are you doing?" he ask, fingers coming up to wrap in Vincent's hair, keeping him locked next to his ear. Vincent didn't answer, just licked the back of Alec's ear. Alec's eyes rolled back and he moaned, fingers clenching and loosening. Vincent continued to suck and bite on Alec's ear until he was pressing back against his groin subconsciously, moaning and gasping. He suddenly released Alec's ear and pushed them both off the chair and on the ground.
Alec rolled when he hit the faded grey carpeting, wrapping his arms around Vincent's neck and pulling him down, kissing hungrily as he thrust up into Vincent's hips. Vincent grinded against him for a few moments then pulled back, causing Alec to mewl into his mouth thrust into the air. He pulled his mouth away from Vincent's, shooting him an evil glare.
"The...hell... was that for, bastard?" he demanded in a low voice, lifting his head so his nose was brushing Vincent's as he glared. He missed the hand moving towards his jeans.
A hand cupped him through his pants and squeezed; his eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped onto the floor, moaning as he withered. Vincent quickly got his pants undone and off, stroking Alec firmly and quickly. He brought three of his fingers up to Alec's mouth and Alec latched onto them, sucking and sliding his teeth and tongue against the flesh in his mouth. Vincent moaned softly, head dipping forward as he squeezed Alec. He let out a sharp gasp, releasing Vincent's fingers. As Vincent stroked him softer, as though to apologize, a thought sluggishly made its way through the pleasure web in his mind. As Vincent slid a finger into him, thrusting it in and out, it almost danced away, but he dragged it back.
Vincent was still wearing his pants.
"Vincent..." It came out as a whisper in a gasp, and he tried again. "Vin-" he gasped as Vincent slid another finger in, scissoring the two digits as he thrust them in and out. Alec tried one more time. "Vincent, whaaat are you doing?" Vincent smirked at him, the poor light gleaming off his canine. He leaned down to lick Alec's ear again as he thrust three fingers into Alec as deep as they would go. Alec moaned loudly, bucking into the hand around him, feeling the fingers pull out slightly as Vincent licked his ear. Vincent continued to thrust into Alec and stroke him while licking his ear, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter until Vincent drew hard on the flesh in his mouth. White flashed behind Alec's eyes and he screamed, Vincent's name barely intelligible. He lay there gasping as Vincent licked the cum off his hand and Alec's stomach, firmly kissing Vincent back and tasting himself potently.
"What about you?" he asked, and Vincent brushed his hair back tenderly, kissing him softly on the forehead.
"I don't need anything at the moment," he said calmly, scooping his drained boyfriend up and carrying him into their sparse bedroom. He placed Alec under the covers and slid in behind him, pulling the blonde firmly against him. As they started to drift off, Alec murmured, "You know Vincent... sometimes you aren't a bastard." Vincent grunted in response and Alec yawned.
"Sometimes... I just...love...you..." And he slipped off into sleep, not even sure of what he said. Vincent smiled and hugged Alec tighter.
"And sometimes, I just love you too." He closed his eyes and slid into the blackness, where Alec was already waiting.
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AN: I wrote this over a two hour period, while getting even more wallpapers off line. As to where this story came from, I'm not sure. It's definitely post EwB, though how far post, I'm not sure. Most likely, the gang that Alec alludes to (the one that almost raped him) is comprised of his classmates in whatever college he's enrolled in. As to who these kids are and what importance they have, you'll just have to wait and see. Same with the apartment.
As to the sex scene, I've been running into mental blocks left and right and I write this just to try something different. The ears thing is from San, but I don't really know where the hell the rest of it came from. My only real explanation is that the near-rape scared Alec (hence why he was so pissed off when he came home), and it scared Vincent too. They care for each other alot, though they never really mention it, and the thought of someone beating and violating the one he--forgive the corniness here--loves made Vincent's blood run cold. So instead of 'assuring his dominance' like other people would do in this situation, Vincent took the time to be gentle to Alec, just to reassure both of them that he was okay. Vincent isn't always a bastard or an asshole, and this really shows it. I probably don't convey that these guys really do love each other enough as I should have, but they were enemies at the beginning of their relationship. To say 'I love you' is, to them, a weak thing to do. So it makes the few times that they do say it all the more special.
Hope I haven't bored you with my ramblings; it's 1:35 am and I'm half asleep as I type. The name is a temp; think of a better one and please tell me and I'll credit you and everything. I hate titling things.
Alec Tylan, Vincent Ronallini, the gang, and the apartment belong to me.
Sets, out. *yawns*
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The door slammed shut, shelves rattling from the force. Alec stormed into the living room of the small apartment, fuming. He threw his bag onto the couch violently, ripping his hat from his head and chucking it aside. He was ripping his jacket off when Vincent strolled in from the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, watching his irate boyfriend strip; he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray as he made his way to the angered blonde.
Alec's tempered actions were halted when two arms grabbed him from behind, dragging him against a lithe body. He struggled for a few moments, but it was just an act to satisfy his pride. He settled down, leaning against Vincent tiredly. Vincent smirked softly.
"Bad day?" he asked lowly in Alec's ear, causing a shudder to run through his body.
"Yeah..." he sighed, leaning his head back into Vincent's jaw. "I really hate them. I want to fucking kill them."
"What did they do this time?" Vincent asked, slowly moving them backwards so they could sit on the armchair. Alec let out an annoyed sigh, turning into Vincent.
"Same damn shit. This time, a whole bunch of them cornered me after class. Motherfuckers almost got me, too. Their nowhere near as strong as you, so in a one on one--hell, even a three on one--I could take them, but there was at least twelve today. I let them taunt me for awhile, but when I didn't rise to the bait, they all jumped me at once. I swear, one of the asses got their hands down my pants and almost got the damn things off," he explained angrily, focusing so much he didn't feel Vincent's arms tighten around him.
"What did you do?" Vincent breathed into his ear again, and Alec's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a small, breathy moan. Vincent started to nibble on Alec's ear, making it hard for Alec to think.
"I decked two of them in the--hah--jaw, and kicked another in the groin. Th-at distracted them long enough that I could get up--haah!--and get aw--aaay... Vincent, what are you doing?" he ask, fingers coming up to wrap in Vincent's hair, keeping him locked next to his ear. Vincent didn't answer, just licked the back of Alec's ear. Alec's eyes rolled back and he moaned, fingers clenching and loosening. Vincent continued to suck and bite on Alec's ear until he was pressing back against his groin subconsciously, moaning and gasping. He suddenly released Alec's ear and pushed them both off the chair and on the ground.
Alec rolled when he hit the faded grey carpeting, wrapping his arms around Vincent's neck and pulling him down, kissing hungrily as he thrust up into Vincent's hips. Vincent grinded against him for a few moments then pulled back, causing Alec to mewl into his mouth thrust into the air. He pulled his mouth away from Vincent's, shooting him an evil glare.
"The...hell... was that for, bastard?" he demanded in a low voice, lifting his head so his nose was brushing Vincent's as he glared. He missed the hand moving towards his jeans.
A hand cupped him through his pants and squeezed; his eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped onto the floor, moaning as he withered. Vincent quickly got his pants undone and off, stroking Alec firmly and quickly. He brought three of his fingers up to Alec's mouth and Alec latched onto them, sucking and sliding his teeth and tongue against the flesh in his mouth. Vincent moaned softly, head dipping forward as he squeezed Alec. He let out a sharp gasp, releasing Vincent's fingers. As Vincent stroked him softer, as though to apologize, a thought sluggishly made its way through the pleasure web in his mind. As Vincent slid a finger into him, thrusting it in and out, it almost danced away, but he dragged it back.
Vincent was still wearing his pants.
"Vincent..." It came out as a whisper in a gasp, and he tried again. "Vin-" he gasped as Vincent slid another finger in, scissoring the two digits as he thrust them in and out. Alec tried one more time. "Vincent, whaaat are you doing?" Vincent smirked at him, the poor light gleaming off his canine. He leaned down to lick Alec's ear again as he thrust three fingers into Alec as deep as they would go. Alec moaned loudly, bucking into the hand around him, feeling the fingers pull out slightly as Vincent licked his ear. Vincent continued to thrust into Alec and stroke him while licking his ear, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter until Vincent drew hard on the flesh in his mouth. White flashed behind Alec's eyes and he screamed, Vincent's name barely intelligible. He lay there gasping as Vincent licked the cum off his hand and Alec's stomach, firmly kissing Vincent back and tasting himself potently.
"What about you?" he asked, and Vincent brushed his hair back tenderly, kissing him softly on the forehead.
"I don't need anything at the moment," he said calmly, scooping his drained boyfriend up and carrying him into their sparse bedroom. He placed Alec under the covers and slid in behind him, pulling the blonde firmly against him. As they started to drift off, Alec murmured, "You know Vincent... sometimes you aren't a bastard." Vincent grunted in response and Alec yawned.
"Sometimes... I just...love...you..." And he slipped off into sleep, not even sure of what he said. Vincent smiled and hugged Alec tighter.
"And sometimes, I just love you too." He closed his eyes and slid into the blackness, where Alec was already waiting.
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AN: I wrote this over a two hour period, while getting even more wallpapers off line. As to where this story came from, I'm not sure. It's definitely post EwB, though how far post, I'm not sure. Most likely, the gang that Alec alludes to (the one that almost raped him) is comprised of his classmates in whatever college he's enrolled in. As to who these kids are and what importance they have, you'll just have to wait and see. Same with the apartment.
As to the sex scene, I've been running into mental blocks left and right and I write this just to try something different. The ears thing is from San, but I don't really know where the hell the rest of it came from. My only real explanation is that the near-rape scared Alec (hence why he was so pissed off when he came home), and it scared Vincent too. They care for each other alot, though they never really mention it, and the thought of someone beating and violating the one he--forgive the corniness here--loves made Vincent's blood run cold. So instead of 'assuring his dominance' like other people would do in this situation, Vincent took the time to be gentle to Alec, just to reassure both of them that he was okay. Vincent isn't always a bastard or an asshole, and this really shows it. I probably don't convey that these guys really do love each other enough as I should have, but they were enemies at the beginning of their relationship. To say 'I love you' is, to them, a weak thing to do. So it makes the few times that they do say it all the more special.
Hope I haven't bored you with my ramblings; it's 1:35 am and I'm half asleep as I type. The name is a temp; think of a better one and please tell me and I'll credit you and everything. I hate titling things.
Alec Tylan, Vincent Ronallini, the gang, and the apartment belong to me.
Sets, out. *yawns*
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