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:: Chance! ::

Key Sacrifice (original)

Disclaimer: I own them! Yep, I own Delos and Soren. And Damien. And anyone else mentioned. Whee! *huggles her bishies* I'm making a manga on them!

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Delos/Soren

Warnings: um... smut... plotless... whatever you wanna call it... possibly shotakon (young boys with much older boys XD), yaoi/slash, basically gay sex. ^_^ Yay. Who doesn't love that?

Notes: Muaha. Inspired by the great Muse-chan, who draws the best pictures EVER. ^_^ Love the Muse-chan! Oh, and love Delos and Soren, too. XD They're so cute...

And ignore the corny title. We just want smut, yes? ^^;

Soren was uneasy, and had a damn good reason to be.

The room was almost deathly silent, aside from the sound of Damien's stereo system thrumming music. Damien made him uneasy enough as it was, being an older teen dressed much like a goth who was just plain strange on his own, and the scrutinizing, suspicious looks he kept giving Delos and Soren was very unnerving.

Delos, meanwhile, was smiling innocently -- too innocently -- and acting as though nothing were strange. Soren shot him a shy glance from the chair he was sitting in; Delos was nestled comfortably on the couch, with Damien leaning against the armrest. But Soren's interest was directed toward the former, who was currently looking rather sexy (Soren blushed at the thought) stretched out so easily, grinning.

Finally Damien spoke, his golden eyes flashing. "I don't trust you two."

Delos glanced at him, running a hand through his soft, light brown hair to remove it from his vision. "Why not?" he inquired, still innocent, still grinning.

"Do you know how long it took me to get those sheets clean?!"

Now Soren's face was flaming as he tried to divert his gaze, trying not to think about Delos, about Damien's room, about that first time...

Delos eased back, lacing his slender fingers behind his head as he continued to smile. He was very pretty by male standards, pretty enough that Soren had mistaken him for a girl upon first meeting him. His blue eyes were usually lazily lidded, giving him a very laid-back impression.

However, Delos was anything but laid-back. Soren was certain of this; the guy was almost wild, really, though he hid it well.

"Well," he drawled, tilting his head to the side. "I'd guess an hour. Unless your washing machine doesn't run well, then maybe an hour and a half."

Damien's eye twitched. "You," he started, but was cut off by the shrill ring of the phone. He sighed and pushed himself away from the couch, giving the two boys a warning look before disappearing into the small kitchen.

Delos immediately sprang into action, literally jumping to his feet and toward Soren at the same time. He grasped the boy's wrist and clamped a hand over his mouth before the blonde boy could even summon up the reaction to squeak. "Now's our chance," he whispered, unable to keep a broad grin off his face.

Soren knew better than to protest. Within moments they were in Damien's room and Delos was locking the door, looking very pleased with himself. Then he turned on the blonde boy, a wicked grin lighting his features. Soren's heart began to race and he found himself both nervous and excited. The first time he'd slept with Delos had been very slow, under intense circumstances. Now, with nothing plaguing either of them at the moment... he knew it would be very different.

However, Delos was very well aware of his little lover's nervousness. Soren was very young, only fifteen, and Delos was far older -- hundreds of years, though Soren didn't know this -- though he passed for seventeen. Quite honestly, it was Delos' first time as the "dominant" one; he and Raksha had switched, but neither had had to place complete trust and succumb absolutely to the other. And while it had been nice with Raksha while it had lasted, it had definitely not been so exciting and interesting as it was with Soren.

Perhaps, he reflected, because he didn't know the boy inside and out.

Delos stepped forward, cupping the boy's face in his hands, leaning down to kiss him softly. "Beautiful," he murmured, enjoying the pink that rose in the boy's face at the simple compliment. Soren was, without a doubt, one of the most entrancing beings he'd ever seen. Small enough to look twelve, with wide eyes and pretty features; he could have passed for a girl as well. The difference between Delos and Soren was that Delos did dress like a girl might, whilst Soren wore very loose, baggy clothes that made one almost certain of his masculinity on first sight.

Delos kissed him a second time, this time using more force, intentionally making the merging intimate and exciting. He heard Soren's breath hitch, but the boy knew very well how to handle this by now. His arms came up around the taller boy's neck, holding him there firmly. Even if he'd wanted to, Delos wouldn't have been able to get away.

Now he was moving, sidestepping and pushing the boy rather roughly to the nearby bed. Soren fell back against the mattress, emitting a soft umph. Delos closed in again, raising one knee into the bed as he leaned down to recapture the blonde's mouth, treating him to a hungry, probing kiss. Within moments Soren moaned, Delos' mouth muffling the sound. Fingers tangled in the older youth's brunette hair, tightening as he arched his hips up against his lover's. Delos smirked into the kiss as Soren made his erection known, grinding rather intentionally into the older boy.

"Hmm," Delos murmured, breaking away and pressing his lips against the boy's brow, which was beginning to dampen with sweat. Then he leaned up on his elbows, bracing himself as he rocked his hips against the boy. Soren moaned in direct response, his head falling back against Damien's black covers. Blonde hair spread around his head, somewhat messy but silken to touch. His normally bright green eyes were hazy and clouded, almost completely screened shut as his eyelids began to shut.

Delos shifted again, this time to reach beneath him and undo the boy's shirt. Soren was fond of wearing very large, dark over shirts and some sort of t-shirt or tank top beneath that. Perhaps it was his way of ensuring that people knew he was a guy, but Delos only found it mildly irritating at times like this, when he wanted to revel in the ability to touch Soren's bare flesh, knowing that he was the only one to do so. It was special to him, that touch.

Soren's hands had fallen from his hair, clutching Delos' shirt. He shivered as his lover gave up on removing his shirt altogether, simply pushing it up to expose the bare flesh. His nails bit into the older boy's back, though if it hurt Delos he didn't show it. He moaned again as Delos' lips found his throat, suckling and kissing gently, grazing his teeth over the boy's flesh so quickly it almost burned.

Delos hesitated in his actions, seeming to remember their surroundings. "Sorry, little bishounen," he murmured, fingers promptly unbuttoning his lover's pants. "Can't wait, or Damien'll interrupt us."

"Uhhn," Soren mumbled incoherently, causing the older youth to chuckle. He made no silent or vocal protests, which Delos deemed good. He backed up a bit, grasping the smaller boy's hips and turning him over. Soren's eyes widened, and then Delos couldn't see his face after that; he was facing away from him, forehead pressed into the mattress. Delos could hear the boy's erratic breathing beneath him.

He set to work immediately, pulling the boy's pants down his hips, not bothering to remove them completely as the baggy jeans fell to Soren's knees. Then he reached into the blonde's pocket, pulling out a small tube. Soren stirred a little; Delos had to lean to the side to see the red that coloured his face, a sign of both embarrassment and heightening lust. "How...?"

Delos simply grinned, setting to freeing his own erection from the cloth restraints. He twisted the cap off the lubricant, squeezing a good amount of the somewhat empty contents into his hands. Having been through the process before, Soren knew what to expect, but he still started when a coldness slid into him. It didn't hurt nor feel wonderful; it was a little strange, really. He pressed his forehead harder into the mattress, biting into his lower lip as his lover proceeded to stretch him out.

"Mm... good," he heard Delos murmur distantly. Moments later the older boy's fingers left, his hard member replacing them. Soren couldn't fight the low groan that escaped his throat, rising higher in pitch until Delos completely sheathed himself.

Soren gasped as Delos withdrew then thrust back into him, slowly building rhythm. The blonde boy pressed his face into the bedspread again, the thick cloth muffling his loud moans. Delos' arms slipped around his waist; he felt the other boy's stomach on his back, curving with his body. Delos was by no means steady, though he was the more experienced one. Soren had never heard him say it, but he could tell by the way Delos was so confident in what he did-- and, strangely enough, he didn't mind.

The covers were beginning to suffocate him. Soren turned his head to the side, and a moment later Delos was renewing his grip on the boy, making his thrusts deeper and quicker. A scream tore itself from Soren's throat as blinding pleasure suddenly stabbed through him. His eyes clenched shut, fists twisting the material beneath his body.

"Hnnn," he whimpered, trying to keep some sort of sense of equilibrium with his grip. His fingers hurt, but the pain was nothing in comparison to the amazing sensations Delos was unleashing upon him, allowing him to feel the most intimate form of pleasure. He rocked back into his lovers ministrations instinctively, moaning breathlessly as the movements only caused Delos to increase his pace, switching his grip yet again, grasping the boy's hips hard enough to leave bruises...

"DELOS!" The shout hadn't come from Soren, and a loud thump followed, hard enough to rattle the door. "I'm going to kill you two!"

A strangled chuckle fell from the addressed boy's lips, though he otherwise blatantly ignored Damien's outraged voice. He knew Soren had also been alerted to the other teen's presence, but he intended to change that. With gentle but definite intent, he reached around, grasping the boy's burning erection. Soren's cry was startled but not frightened, and moments later he screamed Delos' name as he jerked a final time, spilling his desire on Delos' hand and Damien's otherwise black sheets. Sweat trickled down Delos' face as he buried himself deeply into the boy one more time, catching the material of Soren's shirt between his teeth and biting it so as not to hurt the boy instead.

Soren collapsed beneath him, panting heavily as Delos had to catch him, pulling out and lying down beside him. The blonde automatically turned to his touch, arms locked almost possessively around his lover. Delos couldn't help but grin at the sight.

"Damien's gonna kill us," the boy murmured into his chest.

Delos snorted, pressing his lips to Soren's forehead. "Don't worry," he replied somewhat breathlessly, a spark of mischief in his blue eyes. "You'll die in my arms, little bishounen."

Soren whimpered.