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theVampRei · Trimis: 22/12/2010 15:30 Titlul subiectului: Beauty and the undead (+18)

Author: theVampRei or mitsithevamp
Rating: R
Chapter: 1/??
Synopsis: When purity invades his sick world, he finds himself doubting his whole life.
Warnings: AU, horror, gore, death, drugs, sexuality.
Pairings: ToraxUruha (others will appear)
Disclaimer: I neither have nor claim any rights over them so buzz off with your legal bullshit.
Pre Notes: My sick imagination took over and begged me to write this. I warn you, it’s not for the faint-hearted, I mention a lot of gross stuff and might even throw in some pictures so if you have problems with it, refrain from reading. Oh. And I have female characters, don’t hate them, they’re not replacing the yaoi… completely. No gayness yet, however.

Plump pink lips parted to welcome an unlit cigarette as a lean hand brought a lighter to its tip. The skin on his statuesque neck stretched as he inhaled gray smoke, it coming out seconds later from a corner of his mouth. Leaning back on the damp brick wall behind him, his dark eyes, surrounded by black eyeliner, moved down to the silhouette of the girl in front of him.

Chocking on her own blood, eyes shot opened and fear written all over her childish face, she convulsed in a crimson puddle, her limbs hitting the concrete; she had no control over herself. She was dying, she knew it; he enjoyed it – watching as the little color she had in her cheeks left her, her eyes gaining an icy glare and her lips turning an arousing shade of dead violet. She finally stopped, her limbs calmed down and her half-cut throat turning her head to one side.

He took another drag of his cigarette, flicked his finger on its base to remove the extra ash on its burning tip, placed it back between his lips as he bent down over the figure of the girl. Looking at her, spitting the cigarette in the blood puddle under him, he brushed his index finger on the jaw line of the beautiful girl and moved it to his lips, a velvety tongue whipping it clean from the blood it picked off. He placed his lips on the parted ones of hers, sucking the coagulated blood in her mouth and letting out light moans. He threw his head back, letting droplets of vital liquid make a red trail from the corner of his mouth down his neck, to meet the collar of his pearl white shirt.

“Happy birthday” he let out in a husky voice, breathing in and filling his nostrils with the scent of fresh death mixed with a soft flowery perfume that still lingered on the small figure. One of his hands sneaked under her shoulders, the other one under her knees and he picked her up. “…Setsuna”.

One lean leg rising above the concrete, followed by another took the two bodies away while drops of water splashed, being thrown around by boots stomping into the puddles.

～

A honey blonde figure appeared in the mirror before him, mimicking his every move. He looked at himself covering the soft skin of his neck with a layer of perfume then used a finger to blend better the black eye shadow that covered his left lid. Squinting, making sure that the contours he made were perfectly symmetrical; he smiled content with himself and glided a white shirt up his back to cover his naked torso. He grabbed the flowers on the table, made sure he still had the ring box

in the pocket of a coat he hung over his shoulder and descended the staircase of his apartment block, rushing to his car, eager to see his girlfriend of 5 years today.

~

“Oh, look at the poor girl!” were the words he was greeted with by the maid in his mansion. An old woman, her youth way behind her, visible in the white hair and the deep wrinkles in her skin.

“She looks so… dead. What were you thinking? Apparently nothing! What if she had a family, you ninny!” she added, a bony finger curled and hitting the tall, scary creature next to her in his head.

“Nana!” was the reply she got in a guttural voice, the man backing away a few feet to avoid more of the woman’s poking.

“Don’t you 'Nana' me, Tora. Now go fix her before I mold a pan to the shape of your face!”

Angry mumbling was stopped by a bony finger pointing at him, a light chuckle following. He bowed politely to the woman in front of him and walked up the stairs of the house, the silence that fell being filled only by the rustle of his leather coat as it hit the fabric of his jeans.

Tora entered a cold room, lit only by the moon outside and placed the lovely corpse on a stainless steel table in the middle of it. He flicked the light on, sighing and took another look at the room he was in.

The walls were covered with white tile, each piece surrounded by gray cement, stained with dry blood here and there. He whipped his finger on one of it, getting rid of the slime that got on it from the light switch. A medical refrigerator kept nicely stacked blood bags cold; he reached out for one, reading its label: A. “Will do just fine…” he said, placing it on the steel counter near the refrigerator.

He looked at the jars above him, holding hearts with formaldehyde and sighed again, shaking his head. The shelves on which they stood were a sad display of metal covered in white paint which peeled, showing rust. He pushed on a part of the paint coat that had boils on it, watching the dry thing fall and showing even more of the damaged metal. Being distracted by the dead body on the table, he didn’t feel the heavy stench that reeked from a sink in the other corner of the room, until he turned his eyes towards it. The ancient thing was cracked and a slimy, negru fluid dripped from one of its corners. Tora looked inside it and inhaled, his nostrils being invaded by the heavy smell. “God! Ugh… Fuck!” he yelled, covering his nose with his sleeve. “Ruki!” he called repeatedly, until a small man entered the room skipping.

“Oh, new toy, new toy!” he said, rushing to a tray near the table, taking a scalpel and using it to pierce through the torso of the corpse in front of him. He was stopped by a firm hand throwing him away before anymore damage would be done to the girl.

“Ok, fine, not a new toy” he said, annoyed, throwing the scalpel in the sink he fell next to.

The beautiful brunette pushed the smaller man to the sink, gripped his hair and made him bend over forcefully, dipping his face in the putrefied flesh that was nearly liquefied.

“Ruki, what did I say about your experiments?” the tall man asked, his brows narrowing the gap between them in an annoyed frown.

“Eh… don’t?” the small man with brass colored hair said, enjoying the treatment he was subjected to. “But I have a good reason for this, I promise! I wanted to see if-…”

“Do I really want to know? Tora released him, sighing, his palm meeting his forehead with a light slapping sound.

“No, actually you don’t.” Ruki responded, whipping his face and taking a seat on a steel counter. “So what’s with the toy?”

“She’s my new doll… Since I … broke… the other one…” he said, grinning, remembering the dismembered figure of a blonde girl getting covered by layers of dirt as he buried her. “They’re so fragile…”

The tall brunette stopped, looked at the damaged body and moved his fingers on the exposed skin of her chest. His eyes moved on the tray from which the scalpel came and scanned it, finding what he wanted. He picked up a curved needle, whipping it clean on his shirt before catching a ball of surgical thread that was thrown to him by Ruki.

Carefully, he bent over the dead figure, piercing the porcelain skin of the neck and binding it together, since it was half cut by his blades also making sure the stitching was even and neat. Ruki watched the skilful hands hungrily, his mind getting filled with every obscenity he could have done to the body before cutting it into small pieces and letting it rot on the floor.

“Does it even have a name?” Ruki asked, taking a jar with a heart in it, spilling the formaldehyde on the floor and throwing the heart at the wall. He watched as it splattered against it with a wet noise, laughing happy at what he accomplished.

Tora watched him dumbfounded, not sure how the man in front of him was so joyful over little things like a heart exploding. “Setsuna” he replied before he took the fixed body back in his arms. He nodded at Ruki and the bag of blood he set on the counter; the sadistic little man throwing it on the girl’s stomach.

He walked out of the chamber, smelling the fabric of his shirt and grimacing; it caught the horrid stench of the room. “Clean up in there!” he yelled, as Ruki shut the door after him.

The old woman came upstairs with a pile of neatly folded clothes and placed them, again, on the girl’s stomach.

“You better not touch her in private places as you dress her, you weirdo.” Nana said, threatening Tora with her fist.

“Nana, come on! I’m not Ruki.” He said, before he was hit again by the old woman’s knuckles. “What was that for?” He asked, almost dropping the body he carried.

“Just in case!” Nana said and walked away, knocking on the door of the chamber they got out of and threatening the smaller man if he didn’t clean up after him.

Tora chuckled, entering the room and throwing the body on his own bed. He took his coat off, finally able to move as freely as he wanted and hung it gently on a hanger behind the door. He grunted, seeing his shirt stained with blood and dirt, took it off and threw it in a basket near his dresser. He glanced over the corpse that was bundled in his bed, mouth and eyes open. Annoyed, he promised himself he wouldn’t break his dolls anymore and ripped the bloodstained clothes off her fragile body. Taking her to his bathroom, he placed her in his bathtub and got in with her, not bothering to take his jeans and boots off. With the shower in his hand and a soft cloth, he rinsed her body clean of dirt, blood and all the make-up that was smeared on her face. “Cute…” he muttered before he washed her hair gently, careful not to break even a strand. He looked at her, lying naked in his bathtub; her skin lost all the color, her lips violet and her eyes looking like they were made out of glass. Her hair was long enough to cover her breasts and reach her stomach, it was pitch black and messy, but straight, and, as he recalled, had a nice shine to it. He let her in there to dry; he decided he would wait, rather than dry her himself.

Walking back in his own room, he sat on the window sill, looking outside. The moon was shining brightly, even though it had rained a few hours ago. Pearl droplets of water on the carefully cut grass were reflecting it, as well as his porcelain skin. He was a wonderful creature, had a mysterious aura about him and looked somewhat like he didn’t belong in this age. He was long and athletic, his muscles tensing nicely as he breathed. He had green eyes, one of them partly covered by a black fringe that framed his face nicely. His lips, a light shade of pink, were the perfect size for his face, complementing the amazing bone structure he owned. The moon’s light spread perfectly on his showing skin, hugging the bumps that were his muscles and staying away from the creases they made with each other. One of his arms rested on a knee that was lifted, his long elegant fingers holding a cigarette between them. He took a drag and let the smoke slowly find its way out of his mouth, touching the flawless skin of his face.

He looked in the horizon as the moon slowly became invisible and the sun started showing its face from behind the shapes of the mountains. It burned slightly the skin of his side, making him twitch, before he pulled the blinds over the window and pulled a gliding opaque door in front of them, so that no normal light could find its way in his room. Instead, he flicked a light switch up and his room was invaded by a soft white light. He thought that she would be ready for the last step of his plan so he checked the bathroom, looking at the now clean body of the girl. He took her in his arms gently and placed her in the bed, carefully dressing her in the clothes that his nanny brought.

He brushed her hair and gently kissed the stitches that kept her neck together.

Tora opened his mouth, pearl white fangs showing and bit on his wrist, ruby liquid dripping from the fresh wound. He let a few drops fall on the girl's lips, who he had named Setsuna, before placing his wrist on her mouth, letting the blood fall right into her throat. Dead arteries began sucking the blood and taking it through her body, her veins becoming more prominent through her white skin. Her heart made loud thuds as it began hitting the inside walls of her torso and her lips molded to the man’s wrist, directing all the blood she could take to her throat. Not able to move more she just opened her eyes, now looking alive again and moaned as she tasted the metallic flavor of the liquid in her mouth.

It began painful for Tora to keep feeding her so he pulled his wrist away. She screamed and shivered, trying to regain the breath she lost for over seven hours.

“Shh….” Tora said, keeping her in place. “Be calm, no one is hurting you…”

She recognized her killer and yelled terrified as his elegant hand went to her mouth, muffling her yelps. “No one is hurting you, be calm, please.”

The fake warmth in his voice apparently had an effect on her as she stopped screaming. Fear could still be read in her eyes but she settled to just trembling.

“Your throat burns… you’re hungry, are you not?” he asked, picking the blood bag off the nightstand. She settled to just nodding, looking intently in his eyes as he ripped the bag open and poured the liquid in a crystal glass.

~

He became agitated as his ringing, knocking and calling was useless. He tried to calm down, telling himself he’s paranoid, she just might be sleeping but after he stood by her door for hours, nothing was actually working. Nervous, scared he kicked the door open only to find the apartment empty, as neat as ever, her phone on the table, next to her bag and a red lipstick she loved. When a gust of wind pushed the drapes aside, he knew something was wrong. He knew she never would have left her phone at home, especially now, on a day they both expected for months. He knew her red lipstick would always be in her bathroom, she always put things back and he knew that never in her life would she let the window open and not be at home, especially because she lived at the first floor, past experiences taught her as much. He looked in the small apartment his girlfriend owned; it only had one room, a kitchen and a small bathroom. He then looked out the window and saw the crimson stain on the concrete. Next to it, a black scarf with a sewn in red rose that he gave her for her birthday, drained in blood.

When his mind clicked everything together, he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore and crouched next to the wall, crying her name.
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Kasumi · Trimis: 23/12/2010 23:56 Titlul subiectului:

deci e suuuper!
imi place atat de mult cum ai descris,incat o sa-l mai citesc o data!!
are si continuare? :lol:

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Beauty and the undead (+18) Beauty and the undead (+18)

...im not what u think i am<3

theVampRei · Trimis: 08/01/2011 23:48 Titlul subiectului:

A, lol. Am uitat. Da, are si continuare. Cecheraut!

Pre Notes: The plot is thickening, and my sick brain doesn’t fail me. Yay for horror marathons that allowed me to watch almost every horror/suspense/gore movie worth mentioning! Introducing new characters and contouring the pairings. Slight twist! And I have pictures for you. With their looks. I think it might help better than my descriptions.

Speakers nearly exploded with heavy beats of goth rock, the lights were dim; red and a deep blue on the dance floor. Waiters in leather pants and white shirts roamed through the club, taking orders or bringing them. The night was young and every weirdo in town found its way to that certain club.
The immense doors opened, letting 4 silhouettes in. In front, a small man with dreadlocks, demonic eyes and pale skin, tight jeans hugging his legs and a white shirt. He held a chain in his hands, attached to the collar of a boy, obviously younger than he was. Said boy was walking close to the other man, being pulled by his chain, his face happy though, as if he enjoyed it.
In the back, a taller brunette walked casually, calm, but still with a dark aura surrounding him. He had one arm around the waist of a girl, slightly shorter than he was, even though she wore platforms. Her eyes were surrounded by black make-up, her lips were bright red and her long dark hair fell down to her waist, gently touching the man’s hand.
They sat down in a booth, making themselves comfortable in the soft velvet couches.
“Closer…” the taller man said softly in the girl’s ear, and she complied, getting her body close to him, one of her arms around his neck and the other resting in his lap. She brought her legs under her, the only pieces of skin exposed where from the rim of her boots to the half of her thighs, a generous cleavage and her arms; her neck was covered by an elegant mătase choker with an emerald in the middle.
“See, I told you she’s a pet, you never believe me, Ru-san” the restrained boy said, pouting, his hands wrapped around his chest.
“Keep your dog quiet, Ruki!” Tora said, moving his finger gently on the obviously offended girl’s cheek, comforting her.
“Tora-san, you’re so me-… Ow!” the pet was interrupted by Ruki pulling hard at the chain around his neck.
“Pon, Pon…”, Ruki said, his lips hovering over the pet’s, rubbing his nose against the boy’s. “How many times to I have to tell you to just shut up when you don’t know what you’re talking about? Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you. I don’t want to punish you, do you?”
“No, master.”, the boy said, curling up against Ruki’s leg and purring as the latter man’s hands scratched his scalp.
“Good boy…” Ruki groaned; Pon’s head was rubbing against his crotch through the fabric of his jeans.
~
“Aww, come on, Kohara! It’s been one year, she’s dead, there’s nothing you can do about it. Stop sulking, stop drinking, go and find yourself another girl, tap her ass then move on. Seriously, you’re killing yourself.” His friend said before taking another sip of his wine.
“They couldn’t even find her body, Takashi… I’m going every week to her grave and talking only to a name on a rock, not even some remains. It’s overwhelming…”
“It’s pathetic, that’s what it is. You’re stronger than that. You moved on when your mother died, can’t you get over a bitch you fucked?”
Shou shot a death glare to the man before him, his fist clenching and every feature in his face tensing. “Don’t talk about her like that!”
“Sheesh… you need to get laid.”
~
“Ruki, you’re pale, how long since you last ate?” Tora asked, raising a worried eyebrow.
“It’s not that. That damn blood we have at home makes me sick. Cold and refrigerated… Damn, I miss sucking on someone’s neck! Good old days…”
The brunette sighed, looking at his friend. He took the wrist that was lying in his lap and brushed his thumb over it, nodding at the curious eyes that looked at him. He stretched, handing Ruki the girl’s wrist. “She just fed. The blood is still warm”
Ruki looked at Tora, then Setsuna. “Really?” he asked, looking at the stone face Setsuna displayed.
She nodded; he motioned her to take a seat next to him, pushing the boy away from him. Shyly, Pon went next to Tora and placed his head in his lap, his body curling on the couch.
Ruki took the girl’s wrist next to his mouth and inhaled her scent. As his nostrils were filled by a heavy opium smell, he could feel the blood flowing in her veins against his lips. He kissed the wrist then parted his lips to let his fangs dig into the porcelain skin. Warm blood filled the cavern of his mouth; he groaned. She felt herself being drained slowly, her chest moved sharply up and down and her breathing became loud and heavy. Ruki sucked hungrily, not letting even a drop spill. He grabbed her hair and pulled her against him, making her rest her head on his shoulder. She bit on the collar of his shirt, to ease her pain but nothing helped.
Tora looked as his doll became paler, the color transferring to Ruki. He licked his fangs and felt a tingle in his stomach as Setsuna began to moan and involuntarily struggle in the smaller man’s grip.
Hiroto grinned as he felt a bulge in Tora’s pants starting to rise and push against his cheek. “See? You’re starting to like me, I knew it!” he said, happily.
Ruki dropped the wrist and felt the girl’s body fall limp against his. He looked up, his lips parted and blinked slowly as the fresh, warm blood flooded his entire body. “You’re a good friend, Tora…”
“My name is Kouyou and I’m your waiter for tonight. Can I get you something? Sorry I was late… busy night…” a beautiful man interrupted them. He looked at the heavy breathing girl curled against the body of a man with demonic eyes, at the small boy with a leash grinning happily as long fingers were tingling around in his hair. When they stopped, the boy grunted and the waiter’s eyes moved at the dark figure to which the hand belonged too. Deep dark orbs were looking back at him, pink lips slightly parted.
“Whiskey!” Ruki said, waking Tora out of his trance.
“Whiskey, got it. The lady?”
Still not able to move or talk, she barely squeezed Ruki’s hand. “She’ll have a Bloody Mary. More on the merry side, though” the small man added, laughing.
“Double the vodka then, huh?” Kouyou asked, writing down on a pad. “Anything else?” he looked at the tall man on the other couch.
“Wine” Tora answered in a guttural voice, still looking intensively at the man in front of him. “And the little guy will go for tomato sauce.”
“Check. Will be back in five.” He said, turning to leave, but stopped to add another thing. “Nice shirt” he pointed at Tora, then left.
The man looked at his lean legs as he was getting farther from them, and how the leather complemented his rear and thighs. Pon snickered, taunting the man that welcomed him near his body. “Tora-san likes the waiter, Tora-san likes the waiter!” he laughed.
Tora pulled his hair and brought the pet’s head next to his. “Shut that mouth of yours, unless you want me to shut it with my dick, here and now and humi-…” he stopped as the boy started grinning like a 6 year old that was promised a bike for Christmas. “You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?” Tora sighed and pushed the Pon away who, victorious, kissed his crotch through the fabric of his jeans and went to sit next to Ruki before he would find himself dead. Tora took Setsuna by the hair and dragged her back to her place next to him. She winced in pain then gave in and let herself being held in strong arms that were nearly crushing her now weak figure.
“I have your orders” The cheerful waiter said, placing everyone’s drink in front of them. Tora paid extra attention at the delicate skin of his wrist while he stretched over the table to reach the corner next to him. “If you need anything else, just press that switch over there and I’ll be with you in a second”. He said, smiling at Tora and left, turning on his heels.
“The pipsqueak’s right, though. You do have a thing for the waiter.”
“Shut it, Ruki.” He said, picking up the glass of Bloody Mary. He cut himself and placed a few drops of his own blood in the drink then lifted the glass and held it to Setsuna’s lips. “Drink, doll. You’ll feel better.” He softened to the girl’s painful whimpers. “Jesus, Ruki, you drained her dry.”
“Just saying… I know I’d want to screw that cute little ass. Besides, he likes you too.” Ruki added, pointing to the phone number written on the napkin.
~
“Damn those sadistic little youngsters, always leaving trails behind them for us to clean up!” a tall, dark figure yelled, hitting a table in front of him with his hands covered in leather gloves.
“Calm down, love” another voice rang in the poorly lit room.
A sigh was heard before the annoyed man sat on a couch, placing his head on the legs of his lover. The latter brushed the strands of hair that was getting in his eyes and placed a kiss on the now bare forehead of the man he held.
The room they were in was a half bedroom/half study hybrid. A queen sized bed was spread in the far end of the room, covered in red satin, with crimson and black laced pillows. Crimson satin covered the walls, draping from an ebony ceiling. The only light in the room came from a fire-place under painting of the two men, holding each other like they do now. A tall, thin figure, dressed in negru silk, gracefully sat on the same couch, his legs brought under him; he was bent over a dark presence that had one hand on the other man’s cheek.
Twenty candles were burning on top of a desk, the wax dripping, creating a wonderful sculpted cascade. A soft lavender smell filled the whole room, the two men not seeing the purpose of any other scent in their intimacy.
“What would I do without you, Sugizo?” the man asked the cu bun gust creature beneath him, his hand gently rubbing his side.
“Wreck the whole house, for starters.” was the reply. “And you would probably be more pathetic then you are at the moment.”
A light chuckle let in a deep voice made Sugizo bend over and claim the pink lips of his lover.
~
“Are you still in pain, doll?” Tora asked, lifting the girl’s chin so he could see her eyes. A faint nod let him know she still didn’t recover.
“More?” she asked, whispering; Tora replied with a nod of his own. He pulled her chin slightly lower, parting her lips and covering them with his own. Biting his own tongue, he let his blood drip into her throat once more, hearing the sounds she made as she swallowed. Inexperienced, she let a droplet of the crimson liquid fall from the corner of her mouth; the red trail it began to make was stopped by Tora’s finger brushing over it and taken to his own lips where he licked it clean.
“Guh, sickening.” Ruki said, disgusted at the affection his friend showed his toy. “Come on, Hiroto”
He pulled the chain and forced his pet to follow him to he men's bathroom where he pushed him in a stall. Ruki closed the door, dug his hands in the boy's hair and forced him on his knees, pressing his face on his crotch. “Suck, pet!”
While bringing his hands to the zipper of his master’s jeans, Hiroto bit on the prominent bulge, making Ruki lean against the locked door. Although he enjoyed the punishment he received when he was disobedient, he couldn’t risk his master not behaving until home and torturing him in this spot would mean revealing themselves as being… not quite human. So he settled for no teasing, swiftly took the man’s length out of the confinement of his jeans and boxers and wrapped his lips around its tip. Ruki thrust his hips forward; Hiroto took the rest of the shaft in his mouth and began moving his head up and down on it, rubbing his tongue on its base. As his fangs touched the sensitive tip, Ruki groaned, releasing his pet’s hair and holding himself straight on the toilet paper support.
“Fuck…” the man let out before he pushed Pon away from him. He gripped his hair once again and bent him over the toilet. Pon undid the button and zipper of his own jeans and pulled the lose belts to rest on his waist. He couldn’t let his master degrade himself with doing it himself.
Ruki forced two fingers in the boy’s mouth and moved them around, getting them moist enough. He then shoved both of them in the little butt that was wiggling in front of him tauntingly. A loud moan let him know how much his pet missed him. He bent over him and with his free hand gripped the fragile jaw and turned Pon’s head towards him, his fingers still moving in and out his butt, in a scissor like motion. “You slut…” he said and bit on the small man’s shoulder, letting blood drip out of it. He got it on his free hand and stained Hiroto’s back with it, licking off the remains off his fingers.
The digits that were removed were replaced soon by Ruki’s hard length, Hiroto more than happy to welcome it all with a loud yelp. He let out loud moans, knowing it would please his master as his hole was ravaged by the latter. The silence in the bathroom was filled by Pon screaming for more and the sounds their skins made when Ruki’s hips hit themselves against his pet.
“Ru-san… harder… please” Hiroto begged, gripping the edge of the toilet seat, his face grimacing in the plăcere he was subjected to. As Ruki hit his prostate once, twice and again and again, he screamed.
The man groaned; hearing his pet’s screams drove him over the edge and released his seeds inside Hiroto, pulling out after he rode his orgasm. “Damn… Get dressed.”
Drained, Pon pulled his pants back on and sat on the toilet to regain his breath. After Ruki pulled up the zipper of his pants, Pon pouted, pointing at the bulge in his own.
“Deal with it later…” he said, ignoring the pain his pet might feel in his lower area. He lit a cigarette and pulled on the chain, dragging Hiroto after him; the little man could barely walk.
He threw his pet on the couch, the little man accidentally hitting Setsuna, and sat next to him enjoying what was left of his cigarette.
“Sorry, Secchan” he apologized. Uncomfortable, Hiroto tried to hide his erection, but failed as Tora observed it and covered his doll’s eyes.
“Whoa… Ruki, what the hell… Take care of your pet or you’re not allowed to have one anymore!” he said, annoyed.
“He can take care of himself” Ruki replied selfishly. “Make your bitch do it!”
Setsuna looked shocked at Ruki then at Tora, silently begging him to spare her the humility. “Do it…” Tora gently whispered in her ear, kissing her deeply.
Setsuna complied, trying not to show she was unhappy with the situation, and moved her hand inside Hiroto’s pants. The pet got closer to her and hid his face in her shoulder. He put one of his legs on her lap, easing her job and hid both of their lower bodies. “Sorry, Secchan. But here, no one can see…” Pon whispered to her.
She nodded and wrapped her fingers around the already hard erection and began massaging it as much as the tight jeans allowed her too. Freeing her other hand from Tora’s, she brushed it against Pon’s flustered cheek, comforting him. She was rewarded with light pecks on her naked shoulder and soft moans. Hiroto’s legs closed together, trapping Setsuna’s hands as his release spilled all over her distins fingers. She pulled her hand out and Hiroto was nice enough to wipe it clean for her with a tissue. Pon curled against her small figure and hugged her.
“Aw cute” Ruki said and rolled his eyes.

“Kohara!” was yelled and two men rushed out of the club, passing their tables.
“Ko-chan….” Setsuna said, looking shocked at man with honey-blonde hair that just got out.
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Kasumi · Trimis: 09/01/2011 00:40 Titlul subiectului:

hehehe,ce mi-o placut ultima parte :lol:

sunt singura care citeste??pacat,nu stiti ce pierdeti....
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Beauty and the undead (+18) Beauty and the undead (+18)

...im not what u think i am<3

Reila · Trimis: 21/01/2011 21:34 Titlul subiectului:

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.................naissss........
am citit si eu capitolele :w00t:

da nu stiu de ce nu l-am vazut mai inainte :unsure:

...hmmm...poate pt ca nu pre intru pe la ficuri.....(de cand cineva nu mai scrie la ficul meu favorit...)
oricum felicitari inca o data :-D

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