Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Spider and Fly ❯ Within the web ( One-Shot )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Sesiyrus 
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.17.2010 | Updated On: 09.17.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 949 | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.17.2010 | Updated On: 09.17.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 949 | Visits: 346 | Status: Completed
How long had it been raining that day? It must have been long before I woke up, the streets glossy with the moisture, and the windows all fogged up in a city of lights. Bright greens, reds, yellows flashed from the reflection of my bedroom window, this was just another place. Just another normal city. Just another normal day, right? The trails of blood forming from the corners of my lips bubbled over, and caused me to choke and cough up more. More bright colors flashed from what was now my ariel view, showered in a blanket of falling debris, this was just another day, wasn't it? This was just another bad dream, just another childish nightmare I thought I'd outgrown, finally, as the small rocks and burning embers danced along the ground, the air was cold now, or maybe it was just me.
"Hello Mr. Kirkwood..." The sultry voice said to the face of a man lost in pure terror, as his throat was slit. Screams from all around the rich upper-class resturant erupted, and the figure stood straight, on the small dining table. Black boots, black coat, black hair trailing down their body, and his eyes obscured by a reapers hood. As the people scrambled away from him like fleas, another man with a pigshead on over his own, sliced through a heafty crowd with a large, metal axe. Another man not far from him firing off a Tomygun, and a man right behind them, with a large, double-edge sword, stood stoic and silent as the slaughter ensued.
Screams echoed into the night, as red and black stealth bombers emerged from above the clouds, dropping bombs onto the City. A smile on the faces of these killers, blood tainted the streets, and rained down like precipitation from above, a sick, demented god bleeding dry upon a city redeamed for liberty, justice, and freedom. How ironic and sweet this victory was, in the grand scheme of their war.
"Meanwhile, in another city known as St. Louis, a similar incident was going on, another CEO and President of a highly influencial company in the letigations process of the U.S government was assassinated late night in the middle of his new resources speech, by a youth, male, race and identity currently unknown. Height and weight estimated to be about 5'7-5'9, and 135-160 pounds, he was heavily armed and if seen highly dangerous and violent." The T.V turned off with a jolt of electricity. A male with burning blue eyes turned his head up slightly, long strands of black hair cascading around his frame, "Look, Look... We're all famous!" He chuckled darkly, standing up at once.
"Hmmm..." Was the reply from his silent companion, who had his eyes trained to his newspaper. The other, obviously opposed to being ignored, plucked the sack of paper away from him, and stradled his lap, on the small wooden stool in front of the kitchen counter, smirking with a devious glint in his glistening eyes, he licked his lips. An irritated sigh was met with this reaction, "So what do you want?" The taller man crooked his head, locks of blond hair moving with the action, as he regarded the slightly shorter man with a cautious glare. "You..." He silkily groaned out in a husky whisper, wrapping both hands around the mans suit collar and pulling him forward slightly.
With a sharp slam, the smaller was hoisted backwards and thrust violently against the kitchen counter, a beautiful scream left his lips as the other pressed their hips together hotly, with a crushing, brute force, both his arms on either side of him pinned. His back arched dramatically with the sudden force, a white hot blistering pain exploded within him seconds before he went numb. "Damn you... You know I hate it when you react..." He said breathlessly. "Then be careful what you wish for..." The other replied. "But you know I can't help it..." He giggled, a rumbling psychotic sound.
"Provoking me gets you everywhere..." The other replied simply, the dark haired man was smiling, the sound of the front door was heard from their spot in the kitchen. "Your so ruthless... Now I need to go change..." He uttered softly against the others lips, "One of these days Shinigami... I'm going to catch you in a dark alley where no one can just waltz in and save your ass from me tearing it up." It was a dark and serious promise, a carnal look flashing in the depths of the others eyes, Shinigami knew the man was being completely serious, because this was their bond of Cat-and-Mouse, or more... Spider-and-Fly. Shinigami arched into the muscular curves of the man before him and only smirked again, "Just hurry..." His voice dipped pleasantly, a desperate sound to it, "I need it..."
The blond man withdrew from him quickly, and Shinigami stood straight as two other men walked through into the kitchen door. "Whats up. We bought 400 packets of skittles, do you guys like skittles?" A man asked them with what could only be comically assumed, dead seriousness. "...Sure..." They both replied, Shinigami then skulking off to the bathroom to refreshen himself. "Lightning... Your sweating, you okay?" The man asked the blond, who nodded. "You sure? You seem pretty heated..." His inquiries where jarring in his current state of mind. "Im fine, BangBang..." This BangBang just shrugged and walked away, unpacking his 400 packages of skittles into the freezer with utmost glee.
"Damn that Shinigami..." Lightining muttered, walking off to his room.
"Hello Mr. Kirkwood..." The sultry voice said to the face of a man lost in pure terror, as his throat was slit. Screams from all around the rich upper-class resturant erupted, and the figure stood straight, on the small dining table. Black boots, black coat, black hair trailing down their body, and his eyes obscured by a reapers hood. As the people scrambled away from him like fleas, another man with a pigshead on over his own, sliced through a heafty crowd with a large, metal axe. Another man not far from him firing off a Tomygun, and a man right behind them, with a large, double-edge sword, stood stoic and silent as the slaughter ensued.
Screams echoed into the night, as red and black stealth bombers emerged from above the clouds, dropping bombs onto the City. A smile on the faces of these killers, blood tainted the streets, and rained down like precipitation from above, a sick, demented god bleeding dry upon a city redeamed for liberty, justice, and freedom. How ironic and sweet this victory was, in the grand scheme of their war.
"Meanwhile, in another city known as St. Louis, a similar incident was going on, another CEO and President of a highly influencial company in the letigations process of the U.S government was assassinated late night in the middle of his new resources speech, by a youth, male, race and identity currently unknown. Height and weight estimated to be about 5'7-5'9, and 135-160 pounds, he was heavily armed and if seen highly dangerous and violent." The T.V turned off with a jolt of electricity. A male with burning blue eyes turned his head up slightly, long strands of black hair cascading around his frame, "Look, Look... We're all famous!" He chuckled darkly, standing up at once.
"Hmmm..." Was the reply from his silent companion, who had his eyes trained to his newspaper. The other, obviously opposed to being ignored, plucked the sack of paper away from him, and stradled his lap, on the small wooden stool in front of the kitchen counter, smirking with a devious glint in his glistening eyes, he licked his lips. An irritated sigh was met with this reaction, "So what do you want?" The taller man crooked his head, locks of blond hair moving with the action, as he regarded the slightly shorter man with a cautious glare. "You..." He silkily groaned out in a husky whisper, wrapping both hands around the mans suit collar and pulling him forward slightly.
With a sharp slam, the smaller was hoisted backwards and thrust violently against the kitchen counter, a beautiful scream left his lips as the other pressed their hips together hotly, with a crushing, brute force, both his arms on either side of him pinned. His back arched dramatically with the sudden force, a white hot blistering pain exploded within him seconds before he went numb. "Damn you... You know I hate it when you react..." He said breathlessly. "Then be careful what you wish for..." The other replied. "But you know I can't help it..." He giggled, a rumbling psychotic sound.
"Provoking me gets you everywhere..." The other replied simply, the dark haired man was smiling, the sound of the front door was heard from their spot in the kitchen. "Your so ruthless... Now I need to go change..." He uttered softly against the others lips, "One of these days Shinigami... I'm going to catch you in a dark alley where no one can just waltz in and save your ass from me tearing it up." It was a dark and serious promise, a carnal look flashing in the depths of the others eyes, Shinigami knew the man was being completely serious, because this was their bond of Cat-and-Mouse, or more... Spider-and-Fly. Shinigami arched into the muscular curves of the man before him and only smirked again, "Just hurry..." His voice dipped pleasantly, a desperate sound to it, "I need it..."
The blond man withdrew from him quickly, and Shinigami stood straight as two other men walked through into the kitchen door. "Whats up. We bought 400 packets of skittles, do you guys like skittles?" A man asked them with what could only be comically assumed, dead seriousness. "...Sure..." They both replied, Shinigami then skulking off to the bathroom to refreshen himself. "Lightning... Your sweating, you okay?" The man asked the blond, who nodded. "You sure? You seem pretty heated..." His inquiries where jarring in his current state of mind. "Im fine, BangBang..." This BangBang just shrugged and walked away, unpacking his 400 packages of skittles into the freezer with utmost glee.
"Damn that Shinigami..." Lightining muttered, walking off to his room.