Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Starting Over ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Lemony Chocolate 
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 814 | Visits: 611 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 814 | Visits: 611 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1
* * *
Onion Glace left the limo without a backwards glance as he strode into the multibillion dollar company that he was president of, the Church Corp. He rarely bothered to acknowledge the various greetings from the employees in the building and today was no exception.
He was furious. After all his careful plans, that fucking Church bitch was coming to America with her entourage in tow. She could upset almost all his plans if he wasn't careful. He knew there was no way he could get caught; he was too clever for that, but by her presence she could delay operations long enough that it would take him an additional six months to get back on track. After that, I'll take the boy and say bye-bye to America and hello Sri Lanka, he thought with a smirk.
This will be a long night, he thought with a smile as he strode into his opulent office. His executive assistant, Willow, saw the smile and shuddered as apprehension coiled tightly in her stomach. She knew her boss and his vicious temper and she prayed that he wasn't going to turn his temper on her. Curiously enough, whenever he got this way, he would sometimes go home and come back in a more cheerful mood. Probably went home and banged that cold stick of a wife, she thought cynically as she gathered up her files for this morning's meeting. A cruel smirk quirked her lips at the thought of the coldly beautiful, milady Moss getting mussed with sex.
"Mr. Glace, sir, were you aware that Ms. Church will be arriving within the next week," she quietly asked almost recoiling at the brief, burning fury in Mr. Glace's dark eyes. She blinked nervously.
Onion leaned back in his chair, inwardly amused at the look of fear on her face, as he said laconically, "Why, yes, I did hear. Her secretary called me in the car this morning. I take it that they called here also?" he asked raising a brow and nodding at the acknowledgment from Willow. "Well then, let's get down to business. We want to look nice when the Boss Lady gets here." He strode to the boardroom with Willow scurrying behind.
* * *
That evening Carrot slowly made his way home from the Misu's household, extremely reluctant at the thought of going back to THAT place. His slender figure shuddered with dread as he prayed as hard as he could that his father was in a good mood tonight. His fingers worriedly twisted at the hem on his too long sweater as he slowly entered the opulent mansion that was the Glace residence.
He looked up to see Moss walking down the stairs and looked away. He never liked looking at her, knowing she knew every dirty thing he had ever done.
Her lips tightened at the sight of her husband's son. Then she smiled slowly, cruelly and said, "He's waiting for you in the room." Watching with coldly amused eyes the shudder that ripped through the slender frame, as he turned and slowly mounted the stairs, his head hanging low. She continued down the stairs, laughing softly, as she went into the kitchen to told the cook to hold dinner back for 90 minutes.
* * *
Carrot stood before the room door, shaking so hard his teeth were chattering. He bit his lip before taking a deep breath and opening the door. Quietly, though he knew silence was futile, he closed it behind him. He rested his back against the closed door, staring at the floor to avoid staring at the powerful figure seated on the bed.
"You know what to do boy," came the whisper from the bed.
Carrot nodded his head as he toed off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his slim hips to pool about his ankles. The wicked observer's eyes were black with lust as he avidly consumed the sight of the beautiful slim body slowly being revealed, waiting with bated breath the boy's naked body to be revealed in its entirety.
Carrot grasped the hem of his sweater and pulled it off revealing his body, his bruised, mottled body to the lustful gaze of the man on the bed.
"Come here," he hoarsely said, nearly salivating at having his boy beneath him, loving the fear on boy's face.
Carrot knew the ritual. He slowly crossed the room and climbed up on the bed, kneeling between the spread thighs of the aroused man gazing at him with hard, cruel eyes. He slowly crept closer and lowered his mouth to the hard flesh in front of him and began sucking on his father's cock.
Some time later, had the room not been sound proofed years ago, a curious listener would have been thoroughly alarmed at the cries of pain echoing through the room and the sounds of a whip cracking against flesh.
* * *
Onion Glace left the limo without a backwards glance as he strode into the multibillion dollar company that he was president of, the Church Corp. He rarely bothered to acknowledge the various greetings from the employees in the building and today was no exception.
He was furious. After all his careful plans, that fucking Church bitch was coming to America with her entourage in tow. She could upset almost all his plans if he wasn't careful. He knew there was no way he could get caught; he was too clever for that, but by her presence she could delay operations long enough that it would take him an additional six months to get back on track. After that, I'll take the boy and say bye-bye to America and hello Sri Lanka, he thought with a smirk.
This will be a long night, he thought with a smile as he strode into his opulent office. His executive assistant, Willow, saw the smile and shuddered as apprehension coiled tightly in her stomach. She knew her boss and his vicious temper and she prayed that he wasn't going to turn his temper on her. Curiously enough, whenever he got this way, he would sometimes go home and come back in a more cheerful mood. Probably went home and banged that cold stick of a wife, she thought cynically as she gathered up her files for this morning's meeting. A cruel smirk quirked her lips at the thought of the coldly beautiful, milady Moss getting mussed with sex.
"Mr. Glace, sir, were you aware that Ms. Church will be arriving within the next week," she quietly asked almost recoiling at the brief, burning fury in Mr. Glace's dark eyes. She blinked nervously.
Onion leaned back in his chair, inwardly amused at the look of fear on her face, as he said laconically, "Why, yes, I did hear. Her secretary called me in the car this morning. I take it that they called here also?" he asked raising a brow and nodding at the acknowledgment from Willow. "Well then, let's get down to business. We want to look nice when the Boss Lady gets here." He strode to the boardroom with Willow scurrying behind.
* * *
That evening Carrot slowly made his way home from the Misu's household, extremely reluctant at the thought of going back to THAT place. His slender figure shuddered with dread as he prayed as hard as he could that his father was in a good mood tonight. His fingers worriedly twisted at the hem on his too long sweater as he slowly entered the opulent mansion that was the Glace residence.
He looked up to see Moss walking down the stairs and looked away. He never liked looking at her, knowing she knew every dirty thing he had ever done.
Her lips tightened at the sight of her husband's son. Then she smiled slowly, cruelly and said, "He's waiting for you in the room." Watching with coldly amused eyes the shudder that ripped through the slender frame, as he turned and slowly mounted the stairs, his head hanging low. She continued down the stairs, laughing softly, as she went into the kitchen to told the cook to hold dinner back for 90 minutes.
* * *
Carrot stood before the room door, shaking so hard his teeth were chattering. He bit his lip before taking a deep breath and opening the door. Quietly, though he knew silence was futile, he closed it behind him. He rested his back against the closed door, staring at the floor to avoid staring at the powerful figure seated on the bed.
"You know what to do boy," came the whisper from the bed.
Carrot nodded his head as he toed off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his slim hips to pool about his ankles. The wicked observer's eyes were black with lust as he avidly consumed the sight of the beautiful slim body slowly being revealed, waiting with bated breath the boy's naked body to be revealed in its entirety.
Carrot grasped the hem of his sweater and pulled it off revealing his body, his bruised, mottled body to the lustful gaze of the man on the bed.
"Come here," he hoarsely said, nearly salivating at having his boy beneath him, loving the fear on boy's face.
Carrot knew the ritual. He slowly crossed the room and climbed up on the bed, kneeling between the spread thighs of the aroused man gazing at him with hard, cruel eyes. He slowly crept closer and lowered his mouth to the hard flesh in front of him and began sucking on his father's cock.
Some time later, had the room not been sound proofed years ago, a curious listener would have been thoroughly alarmed at the cries of pain echoing through the room and the sounds of a whip cracking against flesh.