Fan Fiction ❯ Premonitions ❯ Imagine the Things We Do ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jaittsuko_Kureiko 
Akira's entrance and also his entrance into Tres' life. (This is the last time, I suck at summaries, I'm leaving it at that)
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.16.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 134 | Status: Completed
Akira's entrance and also his entrance into Tres' life. (This is the last time, I suck at summaries, I'm leaving it at that)
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.16.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 134 | Status: Completed
PremonitionsT'suko3/?Title: Imagine the Things We DoHaven (my site)-http://www.geocities.com/alsachi/index.html*emphasis* Scene Change ::inner voices:: [character thoughts]
Akira woke up with a start at the voice bellowing his name. He was sweaty, needy and painfully aroused. Not wanting to wake up and face the real world yet, he closed his eyes and with a soft groan, slipped two fingers inside him and then began to rock back and forth upon them. His other hand slowly crept downwards to his waiting member. Small, very low whimpers emerged from his throat as he pleasured himself.
"AKIRA!"
Ignoring the bellow he let himself remember the dream that had caused the situation. He couldn't really recall it all but, mmm, a feeling of being filled completely and long hair around him and....,and oh God it was too much to describe. He allowed his mind to become completely immersed in the dream and came with a muffled shout. Long fingers slipped out of him and he shakily climbed to his feet.
"A-K-I-R-A!!!" The orphan-master's voice again bellowed his name and Akira knew that if he didn't hurry up he'd come up and that would *not* be good. He quickly cleaned himself with some freezing cold water from the dented copper basin and then hastily dressed, carelessly running a hand through his short, chestnut higlighted brown hair. Checking himself one more time in the small mirror he yelled down;
"I'm coming!" The reply was swift.
"Don't talk back to me boy! There's plenty of orphans that need a real room to sleep in, if ye don't watch yerself, you'll be sharin' a room! It could fit ten, easily!
Akira snorted and stepped out. The room could fit five, and that was pushing it. With ten, the poor waifs would be sleeping on each other. Nevertheless, he quickly went downstairs, his face, as always, a perfect mask. He did *not* want to share a room. God, if Harmel ever found out what gave him pleasure...the thought didn't bear thinking of.
::Can't even say it in your own mind, can you? You wimp.::
Akira's 'inner voice' was constantly taunting him and he'd long ago learned to just ignore the damn thing. Today however, was different.
[All right, if Harmel ever found out I preferred men to give me pleasure.]
::Better::
Akira was soon at the bottom of the stairs and facing the 'dreaded' Harmel. As he started his daily round of insult and general shouting, Akira allowed his mind to wander. The one constant thought was of his impending freedom.
[I can't wait to get out of this hell hole, only one more year!]
His mind jerked back to the present as Harmel's voice finished;
"You'll be leaving today."
"What?" Akira glared at Harmel stupidly.
"Not paying attention, were ye boy?"
"No, sir," Akira replied, face ever so slightly flushed.
"I said," he started with great exaggerance, "that Lord Catarle needs a companion for his son. The boy won't mingle with people, has no friends to speak of, and absolutely refuses to even *try* to know anybody. Lord Catarle feels he needs someone constantly around him, to talk to when he needs. He doesn't want his son rutting with some whore, so he figures a boy will work fine. The Lord wants someone around the boy's age and though you're a year older, you're the closest to him. Besides which, ye act enough like a high and mighty lord to teach the little brat that just because ye aint rich, ye're worthless. So, you're goin' today, and good riddance." He looked down at a grimy piece of paper clutched in his meaty hand. He squinted blearily at it for a minute before continuing. "His name's Tres, you leave today."
"How soon?"
Harmel glanced at the sun outside. "Oh, about ten minutes."
"What?!" Akira spat out.
Harmel cackled gleefully, "better hurry!"
Akira quickly dashed into the kitchen to grab a biscuit, shoving it in his mouth and chewing furiously as he raced up the stairs to his room. He began throwing his belongings in a pile on his small bed. Harmel came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Akira looked back in question.
Harmel thrust out an old, battered, worn suitcase. "You'll be needin' this," was his only explanation. Akira nodded wordlessly and took it. Ever faster now he crammed things into the suitcase, hoping he wouldn't forget anything. He had just fastened the last clasp on the suitcase when Harmel's voice once again intruded.
"Time to leave boy!"
Grabbing the case and gripping it tightly, he somehow managed to go down the stairs without falling, greet the kind servant, and clamber into the waiting carriage. Once in, he was informed that it would be about an hour til they reached the Lord's manor, and that he might as well rest. The next hour passed in a blur.
When he stepped out, the sky was bright blue, birds were singing, and the sun shone down merrily. He caught a glimpse of a figure surrounded by a halo of sunlight sitting in the garden as he was ushered forward towards the manor doors. Yet looking up at the perfect sky again, he saw that it was not so perfect after all. The edge of the skyline was black, the view farther obscured by heavy stormclouds that hinted of grief. He shivered, fearing it was a bad omen. Almost as soon as the thought surfaced, he pushed it back, chiding himself furiously for being so foolish.
Lord Catarle, waiting at the foot of the stairs leading into the manor/castle, beckoned him forward. A servant took his sole case and he was ushered into the study.
"Well Akira," Lord Catarle started, "I expect you to do the best you can with my son. He's an uncooperative, stubborn bastard, but I'm sure he'll get used to the idea of a friend eventually. Tres can be quite cruel at times, so don't mind anything he says to you. If he threatens to kill you for following him, follow him anyway." Seeing Akira's semi-fearful gaze he added, "don't worry. He'd never follow through. Anyway, I've told the servants to tell him of the situation. Had to keep it a secret before or he'd have done his damnest to try and stop it. He should be here any," at that moment angry, quick steps could be heard coming quickly closer to the closed study door. "Second," he finished as the door burst open.
"Father," the young man in the doorway started heatedly, "what were you thinking when you embarked on this, " he paused to contemtuously flick a glance over to where Akira was sitting and abrubtly stopped, color draining from his face. "Foolishness?"He ended weakly, eyes still riveted to Akira's face.
Akira was faring no better. Tres had looked glorious bursting in the doorway. Sunlight had framed his blonde hair, making Akira think of the gentle looking figure he'd seen earlier in the garden, the complete opposite of the angry figure now standing in front of him. And God, his hair! It cascaded down his back and past his hips, reaching a little below mid calf. He was beautiful, with perfect, sculpted features. His lips were full, usually a quality reserved for women, but then again Tres was an exception. However, they weren't *too* full, and they begged to be kissed. Akira found himself wondering what he would taste like, how he would feel in his arms. Oh, and he was arrogant. It was evident in the way he held himself, the way his head tilted and how he could make you feel like absolutely nothing with one glare. Ah, his eyes. They were ice blue now, blazing in fury. Yet, Akira imagined that they could darken, turn softer. He found himself imagining those eyes, gazing up at him with passion. Akira soon realized that he was hoplelessly in lust and his naughty imagination took over again, images of Tres writhing beneath him filling his mind. Again he wondered what it would be like to kiss him, and this time he added on much more in his mind than just a kiss.did you like it? I don't really like the way the last paragraph turned out but, oh well. Please tell me if you liked it, if you kinda liked it, if you wish it would dissapear off the face of the earth! Something! Please! Right about now Akira may be coming off as the sex maniac, but he's not. Just warning you, most of these chapters are done from first person Tres' point of view. This one however, demanded to be written in third person, following Akira. When I get to the chapter where they do more, I'll put out the little sideficcy I have. It's total PWP and it *also* demanded to be written from Akira's point of view. However, (it's called Fetish by the way) it's not only from Akira's point of view, it's first person POV. Geez, he's been acting up lately.Hey, I need some story time too. I can't make love to Tres *every single minute* of the day. (Tres walks up)You can't? Why not? (Akira looks over at him in disbelief)You can't be serious. (Tres drapes himself over Akira, purring in his ear)Oh but I am. (Akira looks at Tres and he smiles seductively back)......................................Bye, now. The next part is private. (He drags Akira towards the nearest bedroom door humming merrily)
_o.......Um, well I guess that's one way to control a disobediant lover. (loud moans are heard from behind the closed bedroom door Akira and Tres dissapeared into) HEY! QUIET DOWN YOU TWO!!! (large plushie mallet appears above head and whacks downward) Itai! (maniacal laughter is heard between the, not quite so loud as they were before, moans.) Damn characters. I hate it when they take on a life of their own. (stomps away, rubbing head, to write more A&T lemons.)
Akira woke up with a start at the voice bellowing his name. He was sweaty, needy and painfully aroused. Not wanting to wake up and face the real world yet, he closed his eyes and with a soft groan, slipped two fingers inside him and then began to rock back and forth upon them. His other hand slowly crept downwards to his waiting member. Small, very low whimpers emerged from his throat as he pleasured himself.
"AKIRA!"
Ignoring the bellow he let himself remember the dream that had caused the situation. He couldn't really recall it all but, mmm, a feeling of being filled completely and long hair around him and....,and oh God it was too much to describe. He allowed his mind to become completely immersed in the dream and came with a muffled shout. Long fingers slipped out of him and he shakily climbed to his feet.
"A-K-I-R-A!!!" The orphan-master's voice again bellowed his name and Akira knew that if he didn't hurry up he'd come up and that would *not* be good. He quickly cleaned himself with some freezing cold water from the dented copper basin and then hastily dressed, carelessly running a hand through his short, chestnut higlighted brown hair. Checking himself one more time in the small mirror he yelled down;
"I'm coming!" The reply was swift.
"Don't talk back to me boy! There's plenty of orphans that need a real room to sleep in, if ye don't watch yerself, you'll be sharin' a room! It could fit ten, easily!
Akira snorted and stepped out. The room could fit five, and that was pushing it. With ten, the poor waifs would be sleeping on each other. Nevertheless, he quickly went downstairs, his face, as always, a perfect mask. He did *not* want to share a room. God, if Harmel ever found out what gave him pleasure...the thought didn't bear thinking of.
::Can't even say it in your own mind, can you? You wimp.::
Akira's 'inner voice' was constantly taunting him and he'd long ago learned to just ignore the damn thing. Today however, was different.
[All right, if Harmel ever found out I preferred men to give me pleasure.]
::Better::
Akira was soon at the bottom of the stairs and facing the 'dreaded' Harmel. As he started his daily round of insult and general shouting, Akira allowed his mind to wander. The one constant thought was of his impending freedom.
[I can't wait to get out of this hell hole, only one more year!]
His mind jerked back to the present as Harmel's voice finished;
"You'll be leaving today."
"What?" Akira glared at Harmel stupidly.
"Not paying attention, were ye boy?"
"No, sir," Akira replied, face ever so slightly flushed.
"I said," he started with great exaggerance, "that Lord Catarle needs a companion for his son. The boy won't mingle with people, has no friends to speak of, and absolutely refuses to even *try* to know anybody. Lord Catarle feels he needs someone constantly around him, to talk to when he needs. He doesn't want his son rutting with some whore, so he figures a boy will work fine. The Lord wants someone around the boy's age and though you're a year older, you're the closest to him. Besides which, ye act enough like a high and mighty lord to teach the little brat that just because ye aint rich, ye're worthless. So, you're goin' today, and good riddance." He looked down at a grimy piece of paper clutched in his meaty hand. He squinted blearily at it for a minute before continuing. "His name's Tres, you leave today."
"How soon?"
Harmel glanced at the sun outside. "Oh, about ten minutes."
"What?!" Akira spat out.
Harmel cackled gleefully, "better hurry!"
Akira quickly dashed into the kitchen to grab a biscuit, shoving it in his mouth and chewing furiously as he raced up the stairs to his room. He began throwing his belongings in a pile on his small bed. Harmel came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Akira looked back in question.
Harmel thrust out an old, battered, worn suitcase. "You'll be needin' this," was his only explanation. Akira nodded wordlessly and took it. Ever faster now he crammed things into the suitcase, hoping he wouldn't forget anything. He had just fastened the last clasp on the suitcase when Harmel's voice once again intruded.
"Time to leave boy!"
Grabbing the case and gripping it tightly, he somehow managed to go down the stairs without falling, greet the kind servant, and clamber into the waiting carriage. Once in, he was informed that it would be about an hour til they reached the Lord's manor, and that he might as well rest. The next hour passed in a blur.
When he stepped out, the sky was bright blue, birds were singing, and the sun shone down merrily. He caught a glimpse of a figure surrounded by a halo of sunlight sitting in the garden as he was ushered forward towards the manor doors. Yet looking up at the perfect sky again, he saw that it was not so perfect after all. The edge of the skyline was black, the view farther obscured by heavy stormclouds that hinted of grief. He shivered, fearing it was a bad omen. Almost as soon as the thought surfaced, he pushed it back, chiding himself furiously for being so foolish.
Lord Catarle, waiting at the foot of the stairs leading into the manor/castle, beckoned him forward. A servant took his sole case and he was ushered into the study.
"Well Akira," Lord Catarle started, "I expect you to do the best you can with my son. He's an uncooperative, stubborn bastard, but I'm sure he'll get used to the idea of a friend eventually. Tres can be quite cruel at times, so don't mind anything he says to you. If he threatens to kill you for following him, follow him anyway." Seeing Akira's semi-fearful gaze he added, "don't worry. He'd never follow through. Anyway, I've told the servants to tell him of the situation. Had to keep it a secret before or he'd have done his damnest to try and stop it. He should be here any," at that moment angry, quick steps could be heard coming quickly closer to the closed study door. "Second," he finished as the door burst open.
"Father," the young man in the doorway started heatedly, "what were you thinking when you embarked on this, " he paused to contemtuously flick a glance over to where Akira was sitting and abrubtly stopped, color draining from his face. "Foolishness?"He ended weakly, eyes still riveted to Akira's face.
Akira was faring no better. Tres had looked glorious bursting in the doorway. Sunlight had framed his blonde hair, making Akira think of the gentle looking figure he'd seen earlier in the garden, the complete opposite of the angry figure now standing in front of him. And God, his hair! It cascaded down his back and past his hips, reaching a little below mid calf. He was beautiful, with perfect, sculpted features. His lips were full, usually a quality reserved for women, but then again Tres was an exception. However, they weren't *too* full, and they begged to be kissed. Akira found himself wondering what he would taste like, how he would feel in his arms. Oh, and he was arrogant. It was evident in the way he held himself, the way his head tilted and how he could make you feel like absolutely nothing with one glare. Ah, his eyes. They were ice blue now, blazing in fury. Yet, Akira imagined that they could darken, turn softer. He found himself imagining those eyes, gazing up at him with passion. Akira soon realized that he was hoplelessly in lust and his naughty imagination took over again, images of Tres writhing beneath him filling his mind. Again he wondered what it would be like to kiss him, and this time he added on much more in his mind than just a kiss.did you like it? I don't really like the way the last paragraph turned out but, oh well. Please tell me if you liked it, if you kinda liked it, if you wish it would dissapear off the face of the earth! Something! Please! Right about now Akira may be coming off as the sex maniac, but he's not. Just warning you, most of these chapters are done from first person Tres' point of view. This one however, demanded to be written in third person, following Akira. When I get to the chapter where they do more, I'll put out the little sideficcy I have. It's total PWP and it *also* demanded to be written from Akira's point of view. However, (it's called Fetish by the way) it's not only from Akira's point of view, it's first person POV. Geez, he's been acting up lately.Hey, I need some story time too. I can't make love to Tres *every single minute* of the day. (Tres walks up)You can't? Why not? (Akira looks over at him in disbelief)You can't be serious. (Tres drapes himself over Akira, purring in his ear)Oh but I am. (Akira looks at Tres and he smiles seductively back)......................................Bye, now. The next part is private. (He drags Akira towards the nearest bedroom door humming merrily)
_o.......Um, well I guess that's one way to control a disobediant lover. (loud moans are heard from behind the closed bedroom door Akira and Tres dissapeared into) HEY! QUIET DOWN YOU TWO!!! (large plushie mallet appears above head and whacks downward) Itai! (maniacal laughter is heard between the, not quite so loud as they were before, moans.) Damn characters. I hate it when they take on a life of their own. (stomps away, rubbing head, to write more A&T lemons.)