X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Pink ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

Pink

Pink-haired one

The dried blood turned a sickly sweet film over the broken skin of his arms as his seme, no his owner, he must remember she was a she and he was a slave, disappeared after teasing him within an inch of his existence. Every day she would come in, fondle him sweetly forcing him to mistake the deliberate wounds woven with a tiny stiletto in the center of her palm for soft caresses of gentle love. She would leave quickly, taking her piercing stare away with her when sh left; slowly he would realize that he felt as beautiful and wretched as the dawn with her attentions. She, his mistress was to him as wicked as the sea, loved, and hated by so countless many.

For weeks she would torment him, sometimes fucking him suddenly and viciously, one leg thrown around his legs she would grind down into him violently, tying and pinning to the floor, bed, chair or wall.

It had been months since even that. Frustrated and tormented he was on the brink of madness.

His blood, coiled hot over his lips and brought him back to the now. His knees failed and he fell to the ground, dreading it, loathing the sudden jerk of his collar against his neck. He hit the floor senselessly. The chain was still slack, maybe even coiled.

The door, portal, what-have-you opened again. As it always did. Someone always came to ensure that his owner did not cause injury. They would be young, old, male, female. None of that mattered. He rose to his hands and knees, his heart fluttered and his mistress's desires, faintly expressed, lingered in him. His hair was slick, shining with nervous sweat. Rocking to his feet the chain slapped down his chest, grinding into an open wound and drawing forth fresh blood. Mistake or reward, this was an opportunity. He heard the attendant's suprised utterances; it sounded like one of her girls, as his eyes glazed over and went blank of his lost soul, the spirit almost tormented out of him. A low growl escaped his teeth and he surged toward her. He would not be denied. She was HIS!

He didn't hear her muffled scream, caught stillborn in her throat as he shoved her against the wall. She hated this girl. That's why she was here. His lips cracked and shuddered, scraping over the girl's skin, tasting her fear, his hands slid off her shoulders, a desperate strength ripping through her robes slowly from her neck, tearing steadily down, in-between her breasts. They stopped as he bent over her, his back opening again, a fresh river of dark blood hugging his skin, flowing down his leg to pool on the floor.

He bit through her clothes and her breasts fell away from his hands. He teased her skin, shredding her clothes, smiling to himself over her shivers. He licked his lips and nipped through her soft skin. Sucking on the tiny wound, he grabbed her wrists, intending to pull her to the ground.

He faintly recognized a gasp of pain and a snarl of contempt before she lifted one pretty heel, ground his bare foot into the floor, and tossed him off her.

He landed against a small chair as the remainder of her clothes ripped themselves and fell around her feet.

He lay on the floor, looking up at that woman-girl in the dim light of his cell. A sweet memory of his lover crossed in front of his eyes, his cold, dashing smirk, jet-black hair streaked through with the grey-white of experience, large eyes, glowing a dim blood red in a shimmering intensity. His thin lips and soft, feminine features. His height and dark clothes, pale skin and deceptively delicate limbs, when he would hold Sabre close, Lou was so strong and protective.

Sabre's memory faded as the girl gasped at her own strength and will. Sabre's face twisted and his lip split as a whimpering moan lept from his throat. The day he was caught was a wonderful and wretched, hellion of a day.

-The dream takes hold-

He and Lou had left the city for a week, for a long-awaited vacation to a quiet nowhere in Europe. They arrived at the village later than they'd planned, the morning breaking; they had wanted to get there the night before.

About twenty miles over rolling countryside, away from the village was Lou's Aunt's cottage. She herself had just left for her own vacation, and was all too pleased that Lou would house-sit for her, no questions asked.

Sabre could almost feel the memory, the excitement, and longing radiating from the quiet, lean form of his partner. He glanced over to him; his hands and arms numb from the rough road's vibrations,

"Lou.. I didn't know it was that hot in here." Sabre took a hand off the wheel and scraped his fingers along the inside of Lou's thigh softly. Lou's lip quivering and sweat dripping down his face. Sabre smiled sweetly and steered the car off the road, only a few miles from the cottage and stopped. Taking the keys out of the ignition awkwardly and impatiently he got out of his seat belt and leaned over Lou, licking Lou's lips, opening to kiss them faintly, blocking the mid-morning sun out of their eyes. Sabre pulled back to Lou's complaining whimper. Sabre kissed him lightly on the cheek to Lou's soft nip,

"Sshh.I'm going to that river, the one this road follows, to see if there's a waterfall. There should be." He kissed his ear, "Come play." Sabre pulled back and opened the door, falling off Lou's lap into the soft grass of the countryside. He got up quickly, Lou's hand wandering across his back. Sabre lept over a small tree and ran, breakneck down the hill, a light giddiness floating in his head as he ran and ran along the edge of the river. Distantly he heard the soft, throaty purr of water on water, soon, running upstream, he found it.

It was a small waterfall in a little rocky niche, shrouded by mist and some of the lingering, late-morning fog. Grinning like an idiot, Sabre pulled off his body-hugging shirt, the car keys still clutched in his hand. Tossing them to the ground, he tousled the spiky pink mop of hair atop his head he scrambled out of his loose pants and light shoes.

Stepping into the small, shallow pool, so shallow the sun-warmed water only lapped at his knees as he stood under the fall and soaked himself completely, his hair clinging to the sides of his neck.

Sabre bent low, a bauble of the river catching his eye as the water of the pool slips through his fingers as Lou smirks, wading in against the current, his clothes piled with Sabre's. The mist curled and played games with the fog, hiding Sabre's lean, pale form, so confidant and muscular from Lou's eyes. Lou closes the distance between them as he wraps his arms around Sabre, both slipping down low, tracing the muscles of his rippling abdomen.

"Unnnnn..nn" Sabre moans deliciously into Lou's ear as he leans back, bringing his soft skin close to the other man's. Lou reaches in for a taste of his mate, biting and licking Sabre's wet skin hungrily.

Lou brought both hands up to his nipples, using the water to aid him in pleasuring his love, teasing the sensitive flesh mercilessly.

"AH!...aaa..ah!" Sabre gasps loudly, startled by the sudden, heady sensation as Lou pinches, twists and rolls them with his thumb, continuing to lick all the skin within his reach as he worships Sabre's body. The river's water raining down on them, gliding over their flesh like small caressing fingers only encourages them.

"Ohh.ngh...unn.un.unnn" Sabre undulates his lean hips and writhes in Lou's embrace his eyes closed tight in concentration.

"Ohh..h!" Lou moans, Sabre's movement and heated panting affecting him much more than he thought. Can giving another pleasure arouse me so much? I can't seem to get enough of him! Lou thinks to hisself as he realizes he's jerking his hips in time to Sabre, letting out a small breathless moan each time his tongue makes contact with Sabre's body. His skin so much more delectable now, the sweet river water only exaggerating his every taste and scent, mingling with the mist and fog, overloading Lou's senses, obscuring his vision. If they weren't pressed impossibly close they would loose each other in the rolling clouds of moisture

"AH..ah.aah!" Lou pistoned his hips with Saber, losing himself in the sensation of their bodies rocking together, for what was a blissful eternity until, quite suddenly Saber stops, braking his daze as he turns in his embrace, looking down slightly at Lou with his creamy, smoldering eyes before leaning in for a kiss, still tasting of the cold stew the villagers had sold as food. The kiss quickly became more desperate and heated as hey hear each other moaning and mewing into his mouth as he wraps his arms around Sabre's neck, Sabre's hands running down his back swiftly to cup his buttocks, making him groan into the kiss. Sabre grabs them tighter and lifts him off the pool's rocky bottom, feeling his hardened flesh pulsate and rub deliciously against his own. Lou's incessant groaning and howling at his bucking hips is muffled by his smothering kiss.

Sabre stumbled forward in the water, taking Lou with him. Lou's sweet teasing hands not making it any easier for him as he throws him down on the grass and stands over Lou. Smirking in a rather predatory manner. Sizing him up and licking his own lips as if Lou were some kind of snack and he was ready to eat him alive. Sabre only held that look for a few seconds then climbed over him. Growling low in his throat before lying down on top of Lou, trying to cover every inch of his mate with his warm, delectable body.

"Unn..Lou.." Grinding against me and pinning me to the bed of fragrant country grass as if Lou would run away. Lou's thoughts emerge; I would never leave his side. But this is not what I want. I want to be in top!

Taking him by surprise Lou rolls Sabre over so that he's under him. Shock, and flushed arousal are evident on his handsome face. But he voices no complaint, Lou's mate just smiles and waits for me to continue, cupping my ass again and rubbing lazy circles over it. Lou arcs into Sabre's touch, moaning loudly. His head lulls to the side as he almost forgets that he's to take the lead.

Lou wastes no more time, bending down to run his tongue where his hands once were; licking and sucking his damp skin. Lou presses his lush body into Sabre and he pulls him close. Greedy for the feel of him. Sabre spreads his legs so Lou can move closer. So he can lean more against him. So Sabre can feel that part of him that throbbed,

begging to be touched,

begging to be stroked,

begging for Sabre's lips to suck it to delicious completion.

He moans just at the thought.

Lou is simply overwhelmed by the sensation of his delectable, smooth skin under his tongue. He moans piteously when he roughly sucks at the column of his neck.

"I'll get more than a moan out of you yet" He declares, wanting him to beg, wanting him to scream for his mate to fuck him, almost beside hisself with need.

Lou rolls off him after his attack on Sabre's lips and throat. Sitting back on his heels to stare at this marvel of creation. He is so wonderfully and beautifully made. Lou could just look at him for hours. Sabre makes a show of running his hand over his chest grazing over a nipple. He sucks air in through his teeth sharply and arches into his own touch.

"Uhhnnh" he moans. Lou moans back, even though he's not being touched. The thudding of his heart is so deafening and he all but drools at the sight Sabre makes.

"Tease.." Lou says before he moves to lap at the neglected nipple. Sabre makes what sounds like small mews until Lou stops his soft licks and sucks it. Rolling the hardened nub with his tongue while his lips surround it. Sabre arches his back, bringing the sensitive area closer, so Lou would have better access. Lou lavishes attention on it and Sabre throws his head back. A loud moan pushes its way past his lips.

"Ahhh.....hnnn..Lo..u"

"Lou?.." he says again.

"Hn..?" Lou says around his nipple, which caused a shudder from him again. He gives it one more surreptitious lick before releasing it.

"What do you want? Tell me and I'll do it." Sabre moves the hand that once teased his nipple to the burn between his beautiful legs. Lou's heart now beats irregularly in his chest as Sabre holds out the heated rod of flesh that calls out to Lou, that beckons him.

"Please...Lou.." he pleads a little breathless. Lou smirks

"You didn't even have to ask."

Lou teases him a little too, placing wet, audible kisses on his hips and tracing the thatch of hair there with his tongue. Lou holds Sabre's hips down and kisses the tip of his sex almost shyly. Even his smallest caress has an effect on him as Lou hears Sabre mew again. He sweeps his tongue over it from base to tip before swallowing him whole.

"UHhh...gnnnh....ah..AH!" He throws his head back. The tendons in his neck straining. Lou smiles around his mouthful and lists what he loves about joining with his mate;

I love the way the soft tip rubs against the ridges at the roof of my mouth. The way it nudges the back of my throat. Love the texture, the buttery, smoky flavor. It's the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. I can't get enough of him. I love the hi+/- cccccctch in his moaning voice when I run my tongue down his length.

Lou thinks of nothing but pleasing this beautiful creature before him. One he's burned for, one he's loved for so long. His head lulls from side to side. His mouth never closed, moaning and panting his mate's name when he sucks and pulls on him harder. He loves that. Lou could feel it, feel him hot and pulsing in his mouth. His voice is almost scratchy now from his constant animalistic growling. But it's not enough. I want more. I want to hear him scream. Lou lets his delicious, heated flesh slip from his lips for a moment. Sabre whimpers slightly, lifting his tempting hips in offering. Things left unfinished. Lou looks down at his flushed, enticing body, writhing under him in frustration. He's breathtaking. Lou quickly returns to his earlier work, earning a throaty groan from his beautiful bishounen.

-The dream twists and fades before becoming new again-

For once, I just forget everything. My pride, Lou's family, my years of anguish, his job, taking him away from me time and time again. All that mattered in the world was him. All that matters in the world is him. I ride him hard. Thrusting in and out of him with reckless abandon.

"UH! Nngn...Ah..AH...HARDER!" he bellows, wrapping his lean legs around me so tight I think he might crush my ribs. But I don't mind. I rotate my hips and thrust harder; jabbing that place inside him that makes him go crazy.

"AHNNnn...unngh..GOD!..Sa...br..e.ee!!"

He tosses his head from side to side and howls like a wild man. His incessant moaning is driving ME crazy. He lets out a guttural moan, bursts of vibrant colors swim all around me. I bend down to suck and nip at the flesh on his neck. I wonder how much longer he'll last. Then he moans my name.

"Ooohhh..say it again..."

"Ah!..Lo..u" he pants.

"No! Scream it! Scream! My! Name!"

He thrashes about wildly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as if he were about to pass out from pleasure.

"DO IT!....do it and I'll fuck you so good and hard, make you cum so nice and tasty you won't be able to move for a week!"

"You are mine" I say, punctuating my words with a thrust.

"L..Lo.u"

Thrust.

"Louder!!"

Thrust.

"LO..lo..LOU!!"

Thrust.

"SCREAM IT!"

"LOU! No...ai !!" he screams, his voice dwindling to a hoarse growl.

"Ahnn...uh.." I didn't realize how much of an effect hearing that had on me. My head, everything went hazy. I'll never get tired of hearing that.

"Now cum for me."

I grab his undulating hips and plunge deeper into his tight heat. Buried to the hilt, I screwed him for all he was worth. And then some. He was past screaming now, his voice so hoarse he could only gasp for air and mouth the syllables of my name. A low keening whine sounds in my ears. But I can't tell if it's him or me. My own moaning is lost to me. I piston my hips against him, watching myself disappear and reappear after every thrust. My whole body shakes with barely controlled need.

"Gnnhn..uuh..oh God..Sab...re.. you feel... so..good..."

I rest my forehead against his. I can feel his hot breath on my face as he pants. His eyes half lidded and glazed over with pleasure. I slow my pace ever so slightly, and roll my hips against him. I pulled back until I only the tip was still inside, just to plunge back into his delicious body. He's so hot, no scorching. He can burn me any day.

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