Ambivilance
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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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8
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Chapter 2 - Rape
Ambivilance - Chapter 2
~*Poptart
A/N: ANd we're backfor the second installment of my Demon Ororon fic. Special thankies to Mandies, whithout whom this fan fic would not exist. ALL MUST BOW TO HER SUPERIOR KNOWLEDGE OF YAOI, INCEST, AND YUMMY YET ANGSTY RAPE. ^^
Speaking of which, there is RAPE in this chappie. You don't like? Meh. Go away. And just for the record, Demon Ororon = not mine.
And this is not beta-d. No buggies about the whole misspellings and that. Though the clock thing was pretty bad. ^^;;
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"Good boy."
Ororon's eyes widened, then narrowed in anger. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Othello's rich laughter. "As I have said before, Ororon, slaves have no place speaking." He leaned down, retrieving and fastening a gag into the King's mouth before he could protest.
Ororon struggled against the ropes and the gag, yelling and cursing, eyes flashing angrily. Othello only laughed softly. "You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now. Who would have ever thought the devil himself would look so good kneeling at someone's feet bound and gagged." He smirked, leaning down and running his tongue over the gag.
Ororon froze, looking up at Othello, meeting the man's bright blue eyes. Othello knelt, sliding his hand slowly from Ororon's neck down his chest, pausing for a moment to tease and pinch a nipple. He let his hand slip over the younger's stomach, dipping for just a moment to tease along Ororon's hard cock before bringing his hand up once again.
The bound demon arched his back and moaned loudly through his gag before catching himself and trying to force the moans back down. Othello leaned in close, whispering into his brother's ear.
"Why are you fighting me? You obviously want this, Ororon. Look..." He paused to run his hand over Ororon's cock again, starting a slow and steady up and down rythm along the flesh. Ororon's breath slowly started to come faster, and he found pushing himself back into Othello's hand, eyes slipping shut, but small noises of protest could be heard behind the gag. Othello chose to speak again.
"You say no...but your body...your body is screaming for me Ororon." Othello's tongue snaked out to lick along a soft earlobe, then sucking it in and nibbling softly. His voice dropped a little more, until it was only barely audible. "You want to feel me inside you." Ororon moaned loudly, unwilling to deny the truth in Othello's words, shuddering and then whimpering as the elder pulled away.
His eyes opened briefly as Othello gently manuvered him onto his back, then flitted shit as he felt the older man's comfortable weight settle over him. He pushed his hips up, desperate to feel his brother's hands on him again, and was rewarded with Othello grinding down into him, rubbing their dripping lengths together. His only thoughts were of how much he wanted to feel Othello inside him, and he eagerly spread his legs, settling one over Othello's shoulder and thrusting his hips in attempts to get Othello inside him faster.
But it all changed when the man thrust into him. No preparation, no warning.
His eyes flew open and a choked cry escaped him. He struggled wildly against the ropes for a moment before falling completely still, chest heaving, a few tears slipping out of his eyes and down his cheeks. Othello smirked down at him, holding still for a moment. He leaned down, licking up the salty tears, and pressing his lips tightly to this baby brother's, before pulling out slightly and thrusting himself roughly back in.
Ororon arched his back in pain, holding back another cry. He gasped in pain each time Othello entered him, a pit growing in his stomach every time he heard Othello's low moans of pleasure. Ororon tried to kick Othello away from him, only to find his legs held securely. He tried to pull away, twisting around and struggling and crying and even begging, before finially resigning himself to what was happening, too proud to cry out anymore but unable to hold back the tears streaming down his cheeks. He laid still, clencing his eyes shut and hoping Othello would be done soon. When Othello finially released inside him, he unable to hold back his cry of pain and anger.
Only moments later, Othello stood, leaving his brother bound and gagged on the floor. He dressed himself quickly, sparing quick glances at the still-crying boy. Othello strode over to Ororon, picking him up and holding him still, removing the gag and untying his hands before wrapping Ororon in the coat he had been wearing. Through it all, Ororon stayed silent, save for small winces of pain as he was moved about. He refused to look at Othello, but rather than struggle against him, he chose to lay his head unresistantly against Othello's chest. Othello walked from the room, cradling Ororon in his arms as he walked down the hallway until they reached Ororon's room. He laid Ororon down on the bed, lightly wiping the tears away only to have several more drip down in their place. He pulled the large blanket over Ororon, before turning and walking to the door, looking back over his shoulder once. Ororon's grey eyes were closed, the occasional tear still making it's way down the perfect face.
Othello turned away, opened the door, and shut it silently behind him.
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Owari. I *may* continue this if enough of you puff at me. I dunno. We'll see. Yes, yes, yes. OOC. I know. I don't care. Nyah.
~*Poptart
A/N: ANd we're backfor the second installment of my Demon Ororon fic. Special thankies to Mandies, whithout whom this fan fic would not exist. ALL MUST BOW TO HER SUPERIOR KNOWLEDGE OF YAOI, INCEST, AND YUMMY YET ANGSTY RAPE. ^^
Speaking of which, there is RAPE in this chappie. You don't like? Meh. Go away. And just for the record, Demon Ororon = not mine.
And this is not beta-d. No buggies about the whole misspellings and that. Though the clock thing was pretty bad. ^^;;
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"Good boy."
Ororon's eyes widened, then narrowed in anger. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Othello's rich laughter. "As I have said before, Ororon, slaves have no place speaking." He leaned down, retrieving and fastening a gag into the King's mouth before he could protest.
Ororon struggled against the ropes and the gag, yelling and cursing, eyes flashing angrily. Othello only laughed softly. "You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now. Who would have ever thought the devil himself would look so good kneeling at someone's feet bound and gagged." He smirked, leaning down and running his tongue over the gag.
Ororon froze, looking up at Othello, meeting the man's bright blue eyes. Othello knelt, sliding his hand slowly from Ororon's neck down his chest, pausing for a moment to tease and pinch a nipple. He let his hand slip over the younger's stomach, dipping for just a moment to tease along Ororon's hard cock before bringing his hand up once again.
The bound demon arched his back and moaned loudly through his gag before catching himself and trying to force the moans back down. Othello leaned in close, whispering into his brother's ear.
"Why are you fighting me? You obviously want this, Ororon. Look..." He paused to run his hand over Ororon's cock again, starting a slow and steady up and down rythm along the flesh. Ororon's breath slowly started to come faster, and he found pushing himself back into Othello's hand, eyes slipping shut, but small noises of protest could be heard behind the gag. Othello chose to speak again.
"You say no...but your body...your body is screaming for me Ororon." Othello's tongue snaked out to lick along a soft earlobe, then sucking it in and nibbling softly. His voice dropped a little more, until it was only barely audible. "You want to feel me inside you." Ororon moaned loudly, unwilling to deny the truth in Othello's words, shuddering and then whimpering as the elder pulled away.
His eyes opened briefly as Othello gently manuvered him onto his back, then flitted shit as he felt the older man's comfortable weight settle over him. He pushed his hips up, desperate to feel his brother's hands on him again, and was rewarded with Othello grinding down into him, rubbing their dripping lengths together. His only thoughts were of how much he wanted to feel Othello inside him, and he eagerly spread his legs, settling one over Othello's shoulder and thrusting his hips in attempts to get Othello inside him faster.
But it all changed when the man thrust into him. No preparation, no warning.
His eyes flew open and a choked cry escaped him. He struggled wildly against the ropes for a moment before falling completely still, chest heaving, a few tears slipping out of his eyes and down his cheeks. Othello smirked down at him, holding still for a moment. He leaned down, licking up the salty tears, and pressing his lips tightly to this baby brother's, before pulling out slightly and thrusting himself roughly back in.
Ororon arched his back in pain, holding back another cry. He gasped in pain each time Othello entered him, a pit growing in his stomach every time he heard Othello's low moans of pleasure. Ororon tried to kick Othello away from him, only to find his legs held securely. He tried to pull away, twisting around and struggling and crying and even begging, before finially resigning himself to what was happening, too proud to cry out anymore but unable to hold back the tears streaming down his cheeks. He laid still, clencing his eyes shut and hoping Othello would be done soon. When Othello finially released inside him, he unable to hold back his cry of pain and anger.
Only moments later, Othello stood, leaving his brother bound and gagged on the floor. He dressed himself quickly, sparing quick glances at the still-crying boy. Othello strode over to Ororon, picking him up and holding him still, removing the gag and untying his hands before wrapping Ororon in the coat he had been wearing. Through it all, Ororon stayed silent, save for small winces of pain as he was moved about. He refused to look at Othello, but rather than struggle against him, he chose to lay his head unresistantly against Othello's chest. Othello walked from the room, cradling Ororon in his arms as he walked down the hallway until they reached Ororon's room. He laid Ororon down on the bed, lightly wiping the tears away only to have several more drip down in their place. He pulled the large blanket over Ororon, before turning and walking to the door, looking back over his shoulder once. Ororon's grey eyes were closed, the occasional tear still making it's way down the perfect face.
Othello turned away, opened the door, and shut it silently behind him.
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Owari. I *may* continue this if enough of you puff at me. I dunno. We'll see. Yes, yes, yes. OOC. I know. I don't care. Nyah.