W.I.T.C.H. Fan Fiction ❯ Atrophied Inhibition ❯ Atrophied Inhibition ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: J. Mikoni 
Cedric directs his attention to the wrong subjects...
Non Anime: W.I.T.C.H. Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 03.29.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 2.9K | Status: Completed
Cedric directs his attention to the wrong subjects...
Non Anime: W.I.T.C.H. Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 03.29.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 2.9K | Status: Completed
Title: Atrophied Inhibition
Subtitle: H is for Humping/Horny/Homo!Cedric
Pairings: Cedric/Matt, Caleb/Cedric, Cedric/Phobos.
Warning: sexual situations (slash, Cedric being a horny lizard), language. TV Show (from "W is for Witch").
Disclaimer: I do not in any shape or form own W.I.T.C.H., nor do I profit from this piece of fanFICTION. Nor may any fans sue me from any trauma induced by this blasphemy.
Author's quip: Forget the field of bunnies, forget shoppers' paradise. My Xanadu is two beautiful, sinewy noblemen, sitting in a luxurious garden, snickering and casting suggestive glances at one another. And in one uninhibited heat of passion, the one rips away the clothes of the other, and they go at it like rutting deer!
Of course, Phobos in the fantasy would cry out, "Stop! Stop, I'm not doing this," while Cedric would be man-pouting at being stopped from having his way... again!
******
Nerissa had escaped, but the Guardians did have her running scared, thanks in large part to Prince Phobos. But they knew that they would need plenty more help, and they (in hesitation) allowed Phobos to release Miranda and Cedric. To Phobos, it was their last chance to prove their loyalty.
Unfortunately Cedric in particular was still feeling pretty burned about being turned into a disgusting wyrm. Fortunately he still had an iota feeling for the Prince (but for reasons unfortunate to the whole party).
Everyone gathered at Cornelia's apartment on Halloween night. The black (and now talking) cat Napoleon had bad news about the Heart of Earth, and the news was going to affect the War against Nerissa.
But some people happened to pay less attention than others.
When everyone was settled in Cornelia's room, Cedric kept glancing at Matt out of the corner of his eye. Will had not forgotten the nightmare she had dreamt–snake Cedric devouring Matt–and even though it was Nerissa-generated, the redhead still did not take a chance and settled between them.
Unfortunately Matt noticed that Cedric noticed him. He shifted where he stood, feeling quite unnerved by those violet eyes and their occasional glances. Then Matt leaned against the wall. Cedric turned his head carefully and smiled slyly at him, a golden eyebrow raised.
As if the Lord found him hot.
Now you must understand; since Cedric is not human, his appetites are also not human. And the man-snake is a maniac for nailing other men. He absolutely cannot control the snake in his trousers, and being cooped up in a cell as some disgusting, asexual, shrivelled freak had really, really pent up his sexual desire.
Don't look at him, don't look at him, don't look at him, ran the mantra through Matt's head, but the more he caught glimpses of that coy grin, the deeper Cedric pulled him into his world.
Don't look, don't look, don't look–
Cedric stood and joined Matt, seeming (to the others) that he wanted to whisper something relevent to the–ahem!–more important conversation. But when Cedric pinned him, Matt at least was certain of the older man's intentions.
"Um, Will? What's that sound?"
All eyes turned to Cedric in a full-on make-out session with a moaning Matt, groin nudging and everything. Matt didn't seem to be discouraging, though; the embracing, beckoning hands established this fact. Plus he was groaning "Cedric" like he hadn't gotten any since the early sex ed years.
"Cedric!"
The sharp voice of Prince Phobos snapped the Lord from his business, and he immediately returned to his seat with every eyebrow in the room raised against him.
"Um... yeah, as I was saying," Napoleon resumed.
Poor Matt sat closer and tightly to a glaring Will, while Cedric straightened himself. But then his fell glance immediately seized Caleb and released him. But it was enough, and the Lord loosened the collar to his white shirt.
The rebel leader glanced at Cedric as he loosened that collar. Caleb shook his head. Then out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the exposed collar bone, marvelling at the brilliantly golden contrast. Not even Cornelia had golden skin like Cedric's, it was a mere two hues lighter than his fair, golden hair. He was a golden god, a golden sex god–
Oh, woah! Where did that thought come from? wondered Caleb, and he lowered his head, keeping his focus on Napoleon's words.
For about a second. Not even!
"Mmm...."
It was low and it was brief–not at all a suspicious moan (well, to the others)–and it was meant to grab Caleb's attention. Cedric was leaning back, arms supporting him from behind. His legs were open a slight–a teasing slight with a gentle bulge, which could have otherwise gone ignored. But Caleb's keen, rebel eyes had noticed it, and he repressed the urge to lick his lips.
Damn it, don't look at him, don't look at him, and remember that he is indeed a him.
But the more Caleb dwelled on it, the more his imagination saw a naked, golden Cedric sitting there; naked, golden and most definitely... hot.
"Hmm?" Cedric glanced at him in curiosity, an innocent look on his man-pout.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! He's teasing me! Inhibiting... libido... failing... fast!... Ugh!
"You're mine," mouthed Caleb, and no one could stop him.
"And that's why we'll–"
"Oh gods! Sweet, rebel angel! Ah!"
Well, that definitely cut off Napoleon or Will or whoever it was. It really didn't matter because Caleb was in the process of trying to rip apart Cedric's shirt. When that wasn't fast enough, he went for the trousers, and when that wasn't enough, he just started dry-humping him.
And they had gotten much naughty smooching in beforehand.
Cornelia was definitely fuming, and everyone else was pretty much shocked by Caleb's–uh–sudden ravishing of Cedric (except Phobos, who had seen this type of scene one too many times).
"Um... sorry?" Caleb scratched the back of his head as he rolled off a dishevelled Cedric. He grinned awkwardly.
"Mmm... our bad," moaned Cedric smoothly and unashamed, placing his glasses on his face.
"Cedric!" Phobos growled and glared and used a firm hand to summon the Lord to his side.
Cedric unbound and rebinded his hair as he stood by his Master's side, far from the raised eyebrows of the others (and the death glower of jealous and homicidal Cornelia; not that he gave a damn).
"And tame the snake in your trousers, you... snake!"
The Lord pouted and crossed his arms and morosely replied, "Yes, my Prince–" and he hissed a good while until Phobos nudged him in the side.
Blabber, blabber, let us leave already, complained the Prince to himself. Unlike his unbridled lackey, Phobos had been paying attention; Lose the cat, lose the Heart of Earth and any opportunity to kill that hag Nerissa. So Phobos would syphon the Hearts from her, but he was in no way going to keep his vow to–
Why the hell was Cedric giving him that damnably salacious side glance? Was he seriously that predatory? Well, he had been locked up quite the while (without consent this time) and without a man to love him tenderly (or roughly... really roughly, like when Cedric was experimenting with Frost and Vathek).
Gods, what a filthy beast! What care did Phobos have Cedric's appetite–for any type of venery? Slithering around with any male he–did he have to keep eyeing him like that?! That low-lidded stare, the way he leaned against the table, strong and shapely hands on his thighs–
I am not some base creature in heat with pent-up urges to mate. I am not!
But the second that pink, suggestive, forked tongue waved suggestively in the air, Phobos's reddened face could not help the growing frown of frustration. Bastard!
"So that's the plan. Cedric–"
"Oh, gods, you snake!"
Cedric had thrown his Prince rebelliously to the floor, hot mouth savouring all of his pale flesh, causing it to flush. Phobos stroked the back of the golden hair as he might of a beloved pet, hips grinding and–
Eyes staring death at him? Matt and Caleb did not take kindly to Phobos engaging in hot, serpentine love-making with the golden-haired sex god (even though Phobos was his Master). The Prince merely pouted his trademark pout and shoved the Lord off.
"Yes, well, for once I shall say in the Lord's defence, he has been rather... cooped up for a while," replied Phobos, sitting tall. "We must forgive him for acting on his baser instincts. He is not at all human, you know."
Forgiveness? In Hell. For one, Cedric's unchecked libido had interrupted the important conversation thrice. Secondly he had quickly earned the ire of three jealous lovers (Cornelia only in that he was being smooched by "her" man). And Matt and Caleb duly and rather eagerly yanked–er, helped Cedric to his feet.
"If you are finished? You horny little reptile," growled Cornelia. "Yick! And to think I ever fantasized about you!"
"I dunno, Corny," began Irma. "I hear tale of a strange race of girls, who get the hots off watching two sexy men romping with one another."
"I know I wanted to see more."
All wide eyes locked on Miranda, the last person (or animal) to speak (or rather murmur). Irma blinked rapidly. "Gentlemen, a member of said tribe."
"Indeed, are we finished? I believe we understand what we must do," said Phobos sternly, "even though we have experienced so many interruptions."
"Indeed," said Matt and Caleb, arms crossed and glaring eyes on a rather smug Cedric. The Lord blushed and was the first one out the door as everyone departed to let the girls transform.
"Pardon," he began with Matt, "where is the lavatory?"
"Just down the hall," he pointed and replied, and the Lord sauntered inside.
Phobos tapped an impatient foot while he watched for him. He soon followed, knocking on the door quietly and slipping inside. When the door closed, Caleb immediately shot it a death glare.
"Hey, where's the Prince of Darkness and his serpentine symbol?" asked Irma as the girls stepped out.
With grit teeth, Caleb shot a castigating finger at the bathroom door. Cornelia gasped, grabbed him roughly by the collar, and shook him. She hissed in his ear, "You let them in my bathroom? Alone? Together?!"
Irma snapped her fingers. "And here I am without my digital camera. That kind of stuff'll get you all kinds of hits on your website, you know."
Caleb was actually ahead of Cornelia on threatening to bang the door down. Of course, all the noise was gaining the attention of the brats in the television room, and how were the girls going to explain two men in a bathroom in literally compromising positions?
"Well, kids, it's like this. When two men love each other very much because the sight of girls... um, makes them not like them..."
Irma and Hay Lin managed to pin them back on the couch, while Caleb started milling about for an ax (to use on the door and perhaps–at the least–take off one of Phobos's legs in the attempt for his groin). But just as Matt was about to make a fruitless attempt to bust down the door, Phobos opened it quickly, and the adolescent went sliding down, head careening with the tiles.
"Don't give me that look, child!" growled Phobos at Matt, and in a slightly quieter hiss said, "Nothing happened."
"Oh, yeah? Just make sure you're zippered all the way before we go out," said Irma.
The Prince glanced down, blushed, and quickly slammed the door, having "innocently" forgotten Matt's leg and nearly breaking his ankle. The youth cried out and recoiled. "Bitch...."
"Better me than you," sighed Phobos, tossing his hair with an arrogant hand. "Cedric has the nasty tendency to tear apart fresh meat if he isn't careful."
And the Lord followed closely behind him, giving the boy a genuinely sorrowful glance. Matt cursed as he helped himself to his feet and limped by the Guardians, cursing bitterly and mentioning something to the effect of regicide. Or at least taking a razor to Phobos's locks. Then would Cedric find him pretty? Ha!
"Matt, what's with the evil snicker?" asked Will.
"That's his inner beast, Shagon, snickering," said Irma.
Well, two minutes of mindless dialogue go by, and Irma was forced–er, chosen to take the brats trick-or-treating, while everyone else decided rendezvous at Cedric's old book shop. Even while departing the apartment, he just could not suppress his baser urges with Caleb. Or rather, Caleb couldn't help profiting off Cedric's condition, pinning him in the door way roughly and saying:
"When this is all over, snake, do you know what I'm going to do?"
Cedric merely smirked as Caleb caressed his face.
"I'm going to make all sorts of love to you on the book shop ground, writhing in the most blissful agony you'll ever–"
Yanked from behind, Caleb nearly suffocated as Cornelia separated the two, dangerous, demonic eyes fixed on a arrogant and pouting Cedric with crossed arms.
Caleb nearly doubled over when a vicious hand reached for his more personal area. Cornelia growled, "You see these, snake boy? They're mine, and if you so much as think about them, trust me, I will find out and yours–oh, yours are gonna be a memory. So if you love your pet python so much, buddy, you had better–hey! Where are you going?"
Cedric had better things to do than be lectured by some idiotic girl. He merely strolled away, her angry voice close at his heels.
"Get back her, you slimey eel! Hey, Caleb, what the–ugh!" Cornelia slammed the door and began to pursue "her" man in order to hinder any public indecency that might occur.
Subtitle: H is for Humping/Horny/Homo!Cedric
Pairings: Cedric/Matt, Caleb/Cedric, Cedric/Phobos.
Warning: sexual situations (slash, Cedric being a horny lizard), language. TV Show (from "W is for Witch").
Disclaimer: I do not in any shape or form own W.I.T.C.H., nor do I profit from this piece of fanFICTION. Nor may any fans sue me from any trauma induced by this blasphemy.
Author's quip: Forget the field of bunnies, forget shoppers' paradise. My Xanadu is two beautiful, sinewy noblemen, sitting in a luxurious garden, snickering and casting suggestive glances at one another. And in one uninhibited heat of passion, the one rips away the clothes of the other, and they go at it like rutting deer!
Of course, Phobos in the fantasy would cry out, "Stop! Stop, I'm not doing this," while Cedric would be man-pouting at being stopped from having his way... again!
******
Nerissa had escaped, but the Guardians did have her running scared, thanks in large part to Prince Phobos. But they knew that they would need plenty more help, and they (in hesitation) allowed Phobos to release Miranda and Cedric. To Phobos, it was their last chance to prove their loyalty.
Unfortunately Cedric in particular was still feeling pretty burned about being turned into a disgusting wyrm. Fortunately he still had an iota feeling for the Prince (but for reasons unfortunate to the whole party).
Everyone gathered at Cornelia's apartment on Halloween night. The black (and now talking) cat Napoleon had bad news about the Heart of Earth, and the news was going to affect the War against Nerissa.
But some people happened to pay less attention than others.
When everyone was settled in Cornelia's room, Cedric kept glancing at Matt out of the corner of his eye. Will had not forgotten the nightmare she had dreamt–snake Cedric devouring Matt–and even though it was Nerissa-generated, the redhead still did not take a chance and settled between them.
Unfortunately Matt noticed that Cedric noticed him. He shifted where he stood, feeling quite unnerved by those violet eyes and their occasional glances. Then Matt leaned against the wall. Cedric turned his head carefully and smiled slyly at him, a golden eyebrow raised.
As if the Lord found him hot.
Now you must understand; since Cedric is not human, his appetites are also not human. And the man-snake is a maniac for nailing other men. He absolutely cannot control the snake in his trousers, and being cooped up in a cell as some disgusting, asexual, shrivelled freak had really, really pent up his sexual desire.
Don't look at him, don't look at him, don't look at him, ran the mantra through Matt's head, but the more he caught glimpses of that coy grin, the deeper Cedric pulled him into his world.
Don't look, don't look, don't look–
Cedric stood and joined Matt, seeming (to the others) that he wanted to whisper something relevent to the–ahem!–more important conversation. But when Cedric pinned him, Matt at least was certain of the older man's intentions.
"Um, Will? What's that sound?"
All eyes turned to Cedric in a full-on make-out session with a moaning Matt, groin nudging and everything. Matt didn't seem to be discouraging, though; the embracing, beckoning hands established this fact. Plus he was groaning "Cedric" like he hadn't gotten any since the early sex ed years.
"Cedric!"
The sharp voice of Prince Phobos snapped the Lord from his business, and he immediately returned to his seat with every eyebrow in the room raised against him.
"Um... yeah, as I was saying," Napoleon resumed.
Poor Matt sat closer and tightly to a glaring Will, while Cedric straightened himself. But then his fell glance immediately seized Caleb and released him. But it was enough, and the Lord loosened the collar to his white shirt.
The rebel leader glanced at Cedric as he loosened that collar. Caleb shook his head. Then out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the exposed collar bone, marvelling at the brilliantly golden contrast. Not even Cornelia had golden skin like Cedric's, it was a mere two hues lighter than his fair, golden hair. He was a golden god, a golden sex god–
Oh, woah! Where did that thought come from? wondered Caleb, and he lowered his head, keeping his focus on Napoleon's words.
For about a second. Not even!
"Mmm...."
It was low and it was brief–not at all a suspicious moan (well, to the others)–and it was meant to grab Caleb's attention. Cedric was leaning back, arms supporting him from behind. His legs were open a slight–a teasing slight with a gentle bulge, which could have otherwise gone ignored. But Caleb's keen, rebel eyes had noticed it, and he repressed the urge to lick his lips.
Damn it, don't look at him, don't look at him, and remember that he is indeed a him.
But the more Caleb dwelled on it, the more his imagination saw a naked, golden Cedric sitting there; naked, golden and most definitely... hot.
"Hmm?" Cedric glanced at him in curiosity, an innocent look on his man-pout.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! He's teasing me! Inhibiting... libido... failing... fast!... Ugh!
"You're mine," mouthed Caleb, and no one could stop him.
"And that's why we'll–"
"Oh gods! Sweet, rebel angel! Ah!"
Well, that definitely cut off Napoleon or Will or whoever it was. It really didn't matter because Caleb was in the process of trying to rip apart Cedric's shirt. When that wasn't fast enough, he went for the trousers, and when that wasn't enough, he just started dry-humping him.
And they had gotten much naughty smooching in beforehand.
Cornelia was definitely fuming, and everyone else was pretty much shocked by Caleb's–uh–sudden ravishing of Cedric (except Phobos, who had seen this type of scene one too many times).
"Um... sorry?" Caleb scratched the back of his head as he rolled off a dishevelled Cedric. He grinned awkwardly.
"Mmm... our bad," moaned Cedric smoothly and unashamed, placing his glasses on his face.
"Cedric!" Phobos growled and glared and used a firm hand to summon the Lord to his side.
Cedric unbound and rebinded his hair as he stood by his Master's side, far from the raised eyebrows of the others (and the death glower of jealous and homicidal Cornelia; not that he gave a damn).
"And tame the snake in your trousers, you... snake!"
The Lord pouted and crossed his arms and morosely replied, "Yes, my Prince–" and he hissed a good while until Phobos nudged him in the side.
Blabber, blabber, let us leave already, complained the Prince to himself. Unlike his unbridled lackey, Phobos had been paying attention; Lose the cat, lose the Heart of Earth and any opportunity to kill that hag Nerissa. So Phobos would syphon the Hearts from her, but he was in no way going to keep his vow to–
Why the hell was Cedric giving him that damnably salacious side glance? Was he seriously that predatory? Well, he had been locked up quite the while (without consent this time) and without a man to love him tenderly (or roughly... really roughly, like when Cedric was experimenting with Frost and Vathek).
Gods, what a filthy beast! What care did Phobos have Cedric's appetite–for any type of venery? Slithering around with any male he–did he have to keep eyeing him like that?! That low-lidded stare, the way he leaned against the table, strong and shapely hands on his thighs–
I am not some base creature in heat with pent-up urges to mate. I am not!
But the second that pink, suggestive, forked tongue waved suggestively in the air, Phobos's reddened face could not help the growing frown of frustration. Bastard!
"So that's the plan. Cedric–"
"Oh, gods, you snake!"
Cedric had thrown his Prince rebelliously to the floor, hot mouth savouring all of his pale flesh, causing it to flush. Phobos stroked the back of the golden hair as he might of a beloved pet, hips grinding and–
Eyes staring death at him? Matt and Caleb did not take kindly to Phobos engaging in hot, serpentine love-making with the golden-haired sex god (even though Phobos was his Master). The Prince merely pouted his trademark pout and shoved the Lord off.
"Yes, well, for once I shall say in the Lord's defence, he has been rather... cooped up for a while," replied Phobos, sitting tall. "We must forgive him for acting on his baser instincts. He is not at all human, you know."
Forgiveness? In Hell. For one, Cedric's unchecked libido had interrupted the important conversation thrice. Secondly he had quickly earned the ire of three jealous lovers (Cornelia only in that he was being smooched by "her" man). And Matt and Caleb duly and rather eagerly yanked–er, helped Cedric to his feet.
"If you are finished? You horny little reptile," growled Cornelia. "Yick! And to think I ever fantasized about you!"
"I dunno, Corny," began Irma. "I hear tale of a strange race of girls, who get the hots off watching two sexy men romping with one another."
"I know I wanted to see more."
All wide eyes locked on Miranda, the last person (or animal) to speak (or rather murmur). Irma blinked rapidly. "Gentlemen, a member of said tribe."
"Indeed, are we finished? I believe we understand what we must do," said Phobos sternly, "even though we have experienced so many interruptions."
"Indeed," said Matt and Caleb, arms crossed and glaring eyes on a rather smug Cedric. The Lord blushed and was the first one out the door as everyone departed to let the girls transform.
"Pardon," he began with Matt, "where is the lavatory?"
"Just down the hall," he pointed and replied, and the Lord sauntered inside.
Phobos tapped an impatient foot while he watched for him. He soon followed, knocking on the door quietly and slipping inside. When the door closed, Caleb immediately shot it a death glare.
"Hey, where's the Prince of Darkness and his serpentine symbol?" asked Irma as the girls stepped out.
With grit teeth, Caleb shot a castigating finger at the bathroom door. Cornelia gasped, grabbed him roughly by the collar, and shook him. She hissed in his ear, "You let them in my bathroom? Alone? Together?!"
Irma snapped her fingers. "And here I am without my digital camera. That kind of stuff'll get you all kinds of hits on your website, you know."
Caleb was actually ahead of Cornelia on threatening to bang the door down. Of course, all the noise was gaining the attention of the brats in the television room, and how were the girls going to explain two men in a bathroom in literally compromising positions?
"Well, kids, it's like this. When two men love each other very much because the sight of girls... um, makes them not like them..."
Irma and Hay Lin managed to pin them back on the couch, while Caleb started milling about for an ax (to use on the door and perhaps–at the least–take off one of Phobos's legs in the attempt for his groin). But just as Matt was about to make a fruitless attempt to bust down the door, Phobos opened it quickly, and the adolescent went sliding down, head careening with the tiles.
"Don't give me that look, child!" growled Phobos at Matt, and in a slightly quieter hiss said, "Nothing happened."
"Oh, yeah? Just make sure you're zippered all the way before we go out," said Irma.
The Prince glanced down, blushed, and quickly slammed the door, having "innocently" forgotten Matt's leg and nearly breaking his ankle. The youth cried out and recoiled. "Bitch...."
"Better me than you," sighed Phobos, tossing his hair with an arrogant hand. "Cedric has the nasty tendency to tear apart fresh meat if he isn't careful."
And the Lord followed closely behind him, giving the boy a genuinely sorrowful glance. Matt cursed as he helped himself to his feet and limped by the Guardians, cursing bitterly and mentioning something to the effect of regicide. Or at least taking a razor to Phobos's locks. Then would Cedric find him pretty? Ha!
"Matt, what's with the evil snicker?" asked Will.
"That's his inner beast, Shagon, snickering," said Irma.
Well, two minutes of mindless dialogue go by, and Irma was forced–er, chosen to take the brats trick-or-treating, while everyone else decided rendezvous at Cedric's old book shop. Even while departing the apartment, he just could not suppress his baser urges with Caleb. Or rather, Caleb couldn't help profiting off Cedric's condition, pinning him in the door way roughly and saying:
"When this is all over, snake, do you know what I'm going to do?"
Cedric merely smirked as Caleb caressed his face.
"I'm going to make all sorts of love to you on the book shop ground, writhing in the most blissful agony you'll ever–"
Yanked from behind, Caleb nearly suffocated as Cornelia separated the two, dangerous, demonic eyes fixed on a arrogant and pouting Cedric with crossed arms.
Caleb nearly doubled over when a vicious hand reached for his more personal area. Cornelia growled, "You see these, snake boy? They're mine, and if you so much as think about them, trust me, I will find out and yours–oh, yours are gonna be a memory. So if you love your pet python so much, buddy, you had better–hey! Where are you going?"
Cedric had better things to do than be lectured by some idiotic girl. He merely strolled away, her angry voice close at his heels.
"Get back her, you slimey eel! Hey, Caleb, what the–ugh!" Cornelia slammed the door and began to pursue "her" man in order to hinder any public indecency that might occur.