Fan Fiction ❯ Phoenix Rising ❯ ‘First Night’ ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Phoenix Rising

Chapter Three: `First Night'

Author: Hentai

Warnings: This is PURE yaoi!! Lots of intended m/m stuffs and shounen-ai! Also, drug use, violence and sex!! There is some gay bashing, but only for a moment and then Score and Phoenix kick some ass!! YEAH!!

Disclaimer: None. All characters are my original creations.

Notes: If you want to flame, please refrain. I can stand constructive criticism, but blatant bashing is uncalled for. Arigato!! ^_^

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Phoenix looked down at the table just as the waitress set a double banana split in front of him. He craved ice cream like crazy. His mouth started to water as he reached for his spoon.

"I see your love for ice cream hasn't dissipated at all," Dutch chuckled. Phoenix looked up at him and grinned. He took a big bite just as Score grabbed his hand. Score leaned in and kissed him before he could swallow the ice cream. Score's tongue dipped into Phoenix's mouth, lapping at the sweet confection.

Phoenix moaned and ran his tongue around Score's. He dropped his spoon and put his hand on Score's cheek.

"Hmm, guys? You're being watched by more than just me." Dutch said nodding towards two men sitting across the isle from them. The two men, one with green hair the other with blue, were watching and whispering to each other. They looked at Score and Phoenix with disgust.

"Can I help you?" Score asked, turning to them. "Do you have a problem?"

"Yeah we got a problem. Where the hell do you get off doing that gross shit in public? Fucking faggots," the man on the left side said shaking his head, his green hair barely moving as he did so.

"Come now gentlemen, to each his own," Dutch said shrugging his shoulders.

Score slid out of the booth and walked over to the two men. Phoenix was not sure what to do, but he felt angry. He was angry about being called a faggot, he didn't feel gay...not that he knew what that was supposed to feel like. He felt comfortable with Score, something he never felt with any girl. Ever.

"Come on man, that's just fucking sick. Two guys macking on each other. It's wrong. You faggots make me wanna throw up. Go get yourself some pussy like a real man." The guy with the blue hair laughed. Score had dipped his chin to his chest. He was looking through his bangs at the man, Phoenix could feel the rage emanating from him.

Phoenix stood up and went to stand with Score, he was angrier now. He had never been so angry in his life. He wanted to stand up for Score himself and show these two idiots that he wasn't as soft as they thought he was. He looked at the two men stoically, only his eyes showed his anger, they burned with it. He wanted to kick them both into next Thursday. He wanted to hurt them for what they had said.

"Guys, come on now, there is no reason to fight. Violence solves nothing, you know that Sage. Come on let's just finish our food and--" Dutch was unable to finish his sentence. Score had lunged forward and grabbed the guy closest to him by the throat and picked him up. He led him outside.

Phoenix looked at the other man. He nodded and walked outside. Dutch sighed and shaking his head, finished his steak. He knew from experience that his little brother needed to do this. He had to stand up for himself. Even if it was to these two idiots. He had faith in his brothers abilities, but just in case, he finished his glass of milk quickly, paid the waitress and headed outside.

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Phoenix turned towards the man with the green hair just in time to see a fist fly towards his face. He stepped back and turned, just barely missing getting his nose broken, the mans ring grazed the length of his cheek, a small thread of blood ran down to his jaw. Phoenix crouched and balling up his fist, lunging forward and up, yelling as his fist connected with the other mans stomach. The green haired guy grunted and spit flew from his mouth, he doubled over, clutching his stomach.

Phoenix lunged into the air, kicking his right foot forward as the other guy stood up. The flat of his foot connected with the other mans jaw. He flew backwards, his head snapping back. Phoenix let out a yell that sounded more like a growl and lunged at him.

The green haired guy swung wildly at Phoenix, his fist finally connecting with the flesh of his mouth. Phoenix tasted the blood in his mouth as the force of the blow made him bite down on his tongue and his lip split. Regaining his balance, Phoenix lunged forward again hitting him in the stomach repeatedly until the green haired guy fell to his knees with a grunt.

Phoenix stood there and breathing heavily, he wanted to do it again, he wanted to hurt this guy like his words had been meant to hurt Phoenix. He wanted to make him bleed, to bruise him. He stood looking down at him, his vision going red with rage.

The green haired guy suddenly lunged forward with a knife in his hand. Phoenix just barely missed being stabbed, though the knife did cut the flesh of his ribs open. Phoenix felt none of this.

He cried out and kicked the guy in the front of one knee. The man screamed and grabbed his kneecap as he fell to the ground, the knife falling from his hand. Phoenix smiled and kicked him in the face. He kept kicking him in the face, throat and stomach until Dutch grabbed him from behind.

"Stop Little Bro, stop! You can kill him if you keep this up!"

Phoenix kept kicking as Dutch dragged him off the man. His green hair was matted with blood and he was no longer trying to defend himself. He had passed out.

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Score kicked the door open with his foot and deposited the blue haired guy unceremoniously on the pavement of the parking lot.

"I'm called Score. Remember that, cuz I'm gonna kick your ass." Score gracefully lept into the air, spun and thrust his foot into the other guys face. He staggered back, arms flailing wildly. Score stood patiently waiting, stretching as he did so.

Score grinned widely as the blue haired guy caught his balance and wiped the blood from his nose.

"Why you!" He charged forward swinging at Score's jaw. Score easily sidestepped the blow and kicked the other man in the ass, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Score's laughter obviously irritated the man. He jumped to his feet and charged forward again, this time kicking Score in the stomach. Score doubled over for a moment then stood and sent an uppercut to the blue haired mans jaw. His head snapped back violently and a gush of blood flew from his mouth to spray all over Score's shirt. Score laughed again and punched him in the stomach. The other man fell to his knees.

Just then Score heard Phoenix's growling yell and his head snapped in that direction. The blue haired man took Score's distraction to his advantage lept up and hit Score's cheek with his fist. Score's neck strained painfully to the right. He swung the rest of his body with it and brought the top of his left foot up to connect with the other mans neck, throwing him violently to the ground.

Score stretched his neck from side to side, hopping up and down as he waited for the other man to get up again. He hoped that wasn't the end of it. He needed to work off the anger the man and his jerk off friend had raised in him. It wasn't the first time he had been called a fag, but he wanted to show this guy, as he had the others, that he wasn't a twink or a cherry. He'd always hated stereotypes. Score frowned.

The blue haired guy groaned and pushed himself to his feet. Score waited impatiently for him to regain his balance. Once he had, the blue haired man attacked just as Phoenix stepped between them.

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Phoenix yelled and wrenched free of his brothers grasp, he swung, fist connecting with flesh. He stormed over to where Score was obviously enjoying his fight with the blue haired one. Phoenix stepped in between them just as the blue haired guy swung at Score, hitting Phoenix in the nose instead.

Phoenix didn't even notice. He caught his balance and swung at the man, palm flat, fingers curled in, heel raised slightly. He wanted to hurt him, bad. Just before his palm hit its intended target, he felt a hand on his arm, he stopped in mid swing. He looked at his forearm, and turned.

"What you doin' man? This is my fight!" Score smiled at him and put a hand on his cheek. "My, but you are sexy when you're angry." Score winked at him. Phoenix felt calm suddenly. All his anger washed away at Score's touch. He actually blushed again. Phoenix nodded and stepped away.

Phoenix did not know what had just happened, he had been angry that the two men had been so insulting, then he had seen red, then nothing. He turned and looked around the parking lot. His vision was blurry, he blinked several times trying to clear his vision. The last punch he had taken had caused his eyes to water. He saw two figures on the ground, one was the green haired guy, looking pretty battered. The other was in the dark and he couldn't see them clearly.

He walked over to the other figure just as they sat up.

"Jesus Little Bro, you have quite a swing on ya!" Dutch laughed at Phoenix's shocked expression, as he rubbed his jaw. "No sweat, even I have taken a few punches, its hard to keep a face this pretty with bruises though." He winked at Phoenix and they both smiled.

Phoenix leaned down to help him up and all the breath expelled from his lungs, he grasped his side and fell to his knees.

"Damn bro, that is a pretty bloody wound, we should get you to a hospital." Dutch said as he parted the rips in Phoenix's shirt. Phoenix took a look at the wound, it was not very deep, no bone was showing through, and the bleeding had almost stopped.

"No, I can take care of it myself, I have been for a long time now."

Dutch smiled. He remembered when they used to patch up each others wounds from Harold's beatings. They never went to the hospital or a doctor for broken bones or stab wounds. They took care of them themselves, or with Savannas help if the wounds were too much for them to handle. Then they would stay out of sight for as long as possible until Harold came looking for them again.

"Remember that time you fell off your bike and skinned your knee? It was such a superficial wound, but we were used to a lot worse. You were maybe six at the time. You freaked out cuz it didn't bleed and you thought that you had no blood left." Dutch grinned at the memory. Phoenix laughed out loud.

"Haha! Yes I do! I thought that Harold had beaten all the blood out of me. It took Savanna hours to convince me that I still had blood. I was such a naive child." Phoenix smiled at Dutch. He suddenly remembered Score. He turned quickly towards where he had been fighting. Score stood over a dark form on the ground, kicked it one more time, spit on him, said something in Japanese and walked over to Phoenix.

"Nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping," he grinned at them. When he saw Phoenix's blood soaked shirt, he got angry again.

"That son-of-a-" Score turned towards the green haired guy and was ready to beat on him some more when Phoenix flew to his feet and grabbed his arm. He swung Score around and pressed his lips tightly against Score's. He didn't know why he was doing this, but he hoped that his touch would calm Score just as his touch had calmed Phoenix. And oh! It felt good to kiss Score. Score began to kiss him back, softly at first, then more aggressively. Phoenix knew that he had at least succeeded in taking Score's mind off the other two men.

"We should get out of here," Dutch said.

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Phoenix got out of the cab cradling his ribs. The bleeding had long since stopped, but the throbbing pain was still there. He walked ahead of the other two and unlocked his door. Turning on a light, he surveyed the apartment.

To the right of the front door was the living room. Computer, futon, television with PS2, DVDs and games strewn all over the floor, a few Stephen King and Anne Rice books here and there. The kitchen separated from the living room with a bar, there was nothing there but the usual, and lots of Cheerios and milk. Directly in front of the front door was the hallway to the bathroom and his bedroom. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of his bed...and Score...and Score's tongue....He shook his head.

He entered and laid his keys on the kitchen counter. He then went outside to help with Dutch's stuff. They had already paid the cab and Dutch's suitcase was on the sidewalk.

"Well, shall we go see your humble abode, Sage?" Dutch asked. At the mention of his real name, Score once again grinned and raised his eyebrows. Dutch grabbed his suitcase before anyone else could and walked ahead of them into the apartment.

Once inside, Dutch let out a little squeal.

"Oh Sage, it's so cute! I love it!" He turned and smiled at Phoenix. Phoenix raised his eyebrow at his brothers reaction but shrugged it off and walked into the living room after him. Dutch was walking through the house, looking through cupboards, out windows and in closets. When he got to Phoenix's bedroom, he squealed again. Score walked in after him and chuckled as the tall goth threw himself on the giant bed and started to bounce. Phoenix walked in and started laughing.

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Phoenix felt a sudden rush of memories flood his mind. One of their favorite childhood activities had been jumping on the bed. It had taken them away from the horrors of the day. Memories of the two boys stifling giggles as they snuck to the kitchen in the middle of the night in search of ice cream, running to their secret place in the woods behind the house, skinny dipping in the lake under a full moon, played through his mind. Phoenix's only pleasant childhood memories were with his brother. He smiled euphorically.

He entered the room, intending to go jump on the giant king sized bed with his brother, but a stab of pain and a warm wet trickle started in his side. He gasped and fell to his knees.

Score jumped forward and caught Phoenix around the waist. He lifted him off the floor and set him on the bed next to Dutch.

Dutch became serious. He knelt beside Phoenix and took his shirt off. After careful inspection of the wound, he instructed Score as to the supplies he would need.

"There's a first-aid kit under the bathroom sink," Phoenix said. He turned to Dutch. "I can do this, I patch myself up all the time." He tried to sit up as he said this, but Dutch pushed him back down gently.

"Let me play nurse," he said with a grin. He started cleaning Phoenix's wounds and wrapped his ribs. "No vigorous play for a few days." He winked at Score who grinned wickedly.

"Oh, there are plenty of other things we can do." Score said as he devoured Phoenix's bare flesh.

Phoenix blushed and sat up. "Thanks bro." He smiled at Dutch.

"We should get some rest," Dutch said. "The sun will be rising soon. I'll sleep in the living room." With that he winked at them and left the room, closing the door behind him.

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Phoenix suddenly felt self-conscious sitting there, half naked in front of Score. He could feel Scores eyes moving over his flesh. His sex twinged in response. Phoenix looked shyly at him. Scores face was bruised from not only his fight with the blue hair, but also from Kiwi. His top lip was swollen and split open, a small trickle of blood still ran from his nose. There was a small cut above his left eyebrow. All Phoenix's insecurities fled as he said; "Score, your wounds. Come sit on the bed."

Score did as instructed, taking off his shirt as he did so. Phoenix started to clean his face. Very aware the whole time of the close proximity of their bodies. he could feel the heat emanating from Scores chest into his own. Score winced a little as Phoenix touched his lip lightly, but made no sound.

Phoenix's manhood was beginning to grow, he had to concentrate harder on the task at hand. Neither of them were in any condition to fool around.

"It should heal up within a few days." Phoenix said as he put the first aid kit on the bedside table. He turned to look at Score. Scores almond shaped eyes looked back at him, once again boring into his soul. Without thinking, Phoenix leanedforward and placed a feathery kiss on Scores lips.

Score leaned into the kiss and gently placed his arms around Phoenix's waist. He lay back in the bed and pulled Phoenix gingerly on top of him. The kiss became more feverish, mouth opening to one another. Phoenix winced as his own split lip cracked open again.

Score pulled back and licked at the trace of blood. "For tonight, we sleep. Come tomorrow night, your mine. I will take care of that for you though, my bishounen." Score said with a growl as he worked his hand under Phoenix's waistband. He gripped Phoenix's manhood and began a steady, agonizing rhythm.

Phoenix's hips began to move on their own. Score's hands worked him skillfully. The fire in him built as Score kissed and licked at his chest and lips. He began to moan as he almost reached his peak. <Masturbation had never felt this good before,> he thought dizzily to himself.

With a loud cry, Phoenix spilled his seed into Score's waiting palm. Score drew his hand from Phoenix's pants and licked at the white cream Phoenix had given him.

"Hmm, tastes good." He whispered as he kissed Phoenix lightly on the lips. Phoenix rolled off Scores chest gently and cuddled into his arms. With a sigh, he fell into a deep sleep.

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Well? What do you think? Leave a review! I love the characters, but am not sure where it is going right now. Am working on chapter four, but Goku and Vegeta call to me louder than Score and Phoenix right now! {Score pouts at me as he hugs Phoenix to him who blushes. "Well hurry up Hentai! I wanna do some lovin' on my Phoenix here." Phoenix blushes even redder.}