Haseo\'s Sexy Skeithy Escapades

Haseo's Sexy Skeithy Escapades
Alternate Chapter 3 - Electrical Love

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A/N: An alternate part of the story at FFnet with the same name! That’s why it starts off at chapter 3. Contains SkeithXMagus smut!
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After getting raped by a broom... well almost, the black clad avatar certainly was plodding him erotically enough that it might as well have been... he found himself staring at a tall wired monster. Grabbing the long rod handle, he dragged it out of the closet and onto the floor for the others to see. It stood there silently, towering over the sea-green of Azure Kite's hair as the AI pushed him away from him the machine.

He pouted as he stood there, observing the AI's actions, also noticing that his avatar companion kept a safe distance behind the two. The other was also frowning, but for an entirely different reason.

"I... think I know how it works." Kite replied as he took a hold of the bundle of cord and began to unwind it. He then proceeded to drag the corded tail along with him as he wandered around looking for something.

With the AI out of the way this was his chance. He jumped at the machine getting in the first swipe. It rocked back then forward bashing him in the face. "Ow..."

How dare it attack him like that! So he ducked, avoiding another swing forward and then back again as if it were charging its attacks. It wouldn't get him now that he was on the floor. Haha! He found its weakness!

That’s when he noticed it. A bright red button located at its rear. Without another thought he reached over and pushed it. Back stepping he waited... and waited. "Hm." It didn’t seem to do anything. Making another noise of interest he spotted a black button next to the red one and pressed that, which made it swing down and smack him on the back.

"OW!!" He exclaimed as the beastly machine attacked him.

Skeith laughed at him, taking a few steps forward to further obverse the strange device.
He shoved the machine off him, and it landed heavily onto the floor. He noticed a hose poking out its side and yanked on it. Maybe it was the beast’s limbs. Curiously he turned it up and began to eye it, finding it oddly empty inside. The machine suddenly let out a vicious roar, starting him as a blast of wind suctioned the pipe to his cheek.

"AHHHH!! IT’S EATING ME ALIVE!!" He cried out, waving his arms around in dismay.

Skeith laughed at the debacle, obviously entertained by the whole thing. Magus pleaded for the others assistance and the horned deity strode over and roughly gave the thing a good yank. With a loud 'plop' it was removed from his face, though the force had sent the both of them spiraling back, landing on their rear ends. After righting himself and getting his bearings he noticed the thing was now on Skeith, sucking the very life out of him.

"AHH!! IT’S GOT SKEITH!" He cried in an attempt to get Kite's assistance on the matter. He really didn’t want to go near that thing anymore, it might attack him again.

Kite neared to assist but the horned avatar waved him away. "You know.... it feels kind of nice."

He always knew The Terror of Death was strange in the kinky sort of way, but.... wow.
Skeith reached up to his chest and pulled the hose like device off him, making the same sound as before. It reminded him of the sound that gormahs made when you pulled them off of things. A sickening sort of sound, although it lacked the fluid the gormahs often left behind.

"NO... stay away!!" He cried as Skeith came nearer and nearer with the dangerous object. It roared at him as he did so, its body being dragged along behind. "Nooooo!!" He continued, scooting back with each step Skeith took toward him.

Moments later he found himself trapped, his back now against the wall as Skeith closed in on him, machine roaring in his hand. Lust glimmered in his crimson eyes as he uttered a heated 'heh' with each step he took. It was as if he were a damsel in distress about to be molested and experimented on by an evil mad man.

"Heh heh heh." Skeith grinned, and he could have sworn it was seductively, as the avatar began to claw at Magus's clothes, the sharp black fingernails easily tearing through the fabric of his brown and yellow hued shirt. With the opposite hand the avatar shoved the pipe like extension onto Magus's chest. But not just anywhere on his chest, oh no, it had been shoved onto the darker hued sensitive spot that budded up and hardened from the suction it was now receiving.

He had to clamp his mouth closed, almost biting his tongue as he stifled a rising sound in his voice. He couldn’t help it, the suction was giving him such a strange feeling that he felt compelled to vocalize it, or it at least attempted to as he was currently trying to keep any tone, sound or otherwise in.

Skeith leaned down and eyed him, giving an unsatisfied click of the tongue. The blue haired avatar turned his head to the side to avoid meeting the others gaze, still keeping his mouth firmly shut. He was not going to let this get the better of him.

Skeith then made a movement... his long, white, delicate fingers now pulling at the fabric of the others pants, tying to remove them. Magus quickly threw his hands up to pull them away. "What are you... Ahhh..." He attempted to say, but had forgotten the suction, which was already making him squirm, albeit slightly. It seemed to have been a win/win situation for The Terror of Death and he was doomed to lose out to him eventually.

Skeith, obviously happy with the vocalization he had just received, moved in to kiss the squirming avatar on the lips. The sweet taste of sugar on the black tinted lips made blue haired avatar lick at them, distracting him so that he wouldn’t notice the avatars hands undressing the rest of him.

Skeith drew away, and also drew away the suctioning device, leaving a purplish hue on The Propagation’s skin. Skeith hovered the device above Magus's lower stomach as if in taunting, moving the device closer toward the skin, closer toward that sensitive, semi-hard appendage.

"S-stop..." He pleaded helplessly and should have known better as nothing excited Skeith more than a helpless, squirming victim. Though the difference between himself and any other helpless victim pleading for its life was that Skeith happened to like him, and Skeith had a strange way of showing affection.

"And if I don’t?" Skeith asked as he continued to hover the hose around Magus's now bare upper thighs.

He whimpered then regretted the action as he knew it only turned the other on all the more. Biting his bottom lip for the second time, he made another attempt to quell the sounds that threatened to spill out. That was all that was needed. A moan or yelp and Skeith would be on him like a hungry animal, his soft, warm hand wrapping itself around his ever growing stiffness, squeezing and pumping away slowly at it.

Skeith was never very patient with things, and easily grew bored, so he decided to step things up a notch by pressing the vacuum hose against the lower shaft of Magus's cock.
The feeling was so intense that he had bitten harder on his lip to stifle the outcry. A thin line of blood now ran down his chin, which Skeith moved up to slowly lick it. The avatars crimson hued eyes burned brighter as he bore into Magus blue ones. He couldn’t avoid the gaze and the way the avatars long tongue lapped lovingly at the red substance. The wet appendage slid up meeting his lower lip as it pushed at his mouth forcing it open. It then playfully danced along it, drawing the lip up into his mouth to suck at it. Slurping at the shallow bite mark with the avatars mouth open allowed Skeith to hear the heated moans as he pulled the hose slowly up the pulsating shaft.

He whimpered and moaned as his helpless body began to quiver and thrust upward. Then the suction stopped. He half surprised and half relieved, heaving a heavy sigh. Skeith jerked upward, turning his head around to glare at the beast rudely for interrupting their business.

Kite stood there; cord in hand as he swung it around lazily. "You don't use it like that." The AI replied blushing slightly.

Skeith tossed the silent hose off to the side in disdain. Lifting himself up and off of Magus he turned toward the zombied AI. "Then how is it used?"

Kite made a back and forth pushing motion with his hand. "You push it along like this..." Seeing the confused look he continued. "To pick up impurities."

Skeith clicked his tongue. "How boring." Then turned back to his prey, only to find him gone, having left his clothes behind, discarded to the side where Skeith has tossed them. "Aw, he got away."

Then began the hunt. "Come out; come out, where ever you are..." Skeith sing songed as he poked his head into the cleaning closet.

Nothing.

"Shoo fly, don’t bother me...." He sang, trying the tactic of annoyance to get the other to reveal himself. "Shoo fly... don’t bother me." He called again as he peeked into the bedroom.

"IM NOT A BUG!!" He cried, though it was muffled.

Skeith peeked into the bathroom, looked in the cabinets, and into the tub. No dice. He then moved into the kitchen, only to be met with a painfully intimate encounter with an upper cupboard door.

He hadn’t realized what had happened as he climbed out and down the counter. Closing the door he noticed the avatar standing there, hand over his nose. "Oh damn."

The two then began a heated chase, Magus taking off in a dash with the horned avatar following closely behind. They ran around the table, stopping comically as he faked left, then a right before Skeith gave up and jumped over the thing, only to land flat on his face as Magus jumped up just in time. He landed on Skeith's upwarded rear end before taking off in another run.

Kite began to vacuum over the horned black figure. Skeith stuck out his tongue then righted himself. Once again he was forced into playing hide and seek.

"Look its Kuhn!" Skeith exclaimed as he slammed the closet door to fake the sound of the front door closing.

"WHERE!?" Magus cried as he jumped out of his hiding place which happened to be behind the couch.

"Got you!" Skeith said as he jumped over and caught The Propagation by the waist. "I win."

"Boooo...." He pouted. "That wasn't fair."

"Then you'll have to punish me for it." Skeith said grinning as he pushed the avatar to the floor then sat on him.

"You mean punish me, right?" He questioned.

"It wouldn't be a punishment if you loved every minute of it now would it?"

He said nothing as he tried to push, or pull, Skeith off him, grabbing the sides around the hole in the avatar's stomach.

Skeith grinned in amusement. "Just admit you enjoyed it." He paused seeing the blush creeping up on the others face. "We both know how this will end, you on your hands and knees screaming my name."

He looked up sheepishly, hands falling away in defeat. It was true, and he couldn’t deny that, yes, he wanted Skeith, wanted him to do things that would make him cry out in bliss. "Really now?"

"Maybe..." The black hued avatar sitting upon him answered teasingly. "Maybe not."
He knew what this meant; Skeith was already growing bored and wanted him to make it interesting.

Well, he was already naked, and had been ever since the horned figure practically tore off his clothes. "Why do I have to be the bottom?" He whined.

Skeith raised a brow at the question, then smirked, amused. "Oh, so does that mean you've fantasized about dominating me?"

"N-no!" Okay maybe...

"Entertaining thoughts of me on my hands and knees, crying out in heated passion?" Skeith said continuing to make the other beet red, anymore and he’d explode from embarrassment. "While you stroke yourself to orgasm?"

"Enough... you know... I don’t do that."

"Don’t you?"

"No." He lied.

Of course he had, hell; he had even caught the horned deity stroking himself to thoughts of him. In the past anyways, he seemed more devoted to the master of the house now then on him. Though he was secretly glad about it, Skeith was not the best of friends to have, though he did have to admit that Skeith was an amazing sex partner.

Skeith still sat on him, absentmindedly raking his fingers on Magus's lightly tanned chest. It was a little odd, his black hued skin that was like night meshing against the light tan hue. It had been hard to tell with all the layers of clothing what the skin color actually was until the avatar was bared. It was interesting as none of them had the same tone. Kite had a grayish blue hue, while Ryou had a very light peach tint.

He reached up, grabbing the horned avatar by his shoulders and pulled him down into a heated kiss that involved heavy use of tongues. Afterward Skeith sat up and smiled pleasantly. "Are you just going to sit there and tease me or are you going to actually do something?"

"Just sit here and tease you." Skeith replied grinning that silly grin of his that sometimes made you want to smack it off.

"Until I can’t take it anymore... begging and pleading for it?"

"You know me so well...."

He began a mocking pleading cry. "Oh... Oh.... I can’t take it anymore.... please, oh please won’t you satisfy me?" He threw an arm dramatically over his eyes in the process.

"If you keep acting like that, I won’t play with you."

"Aw...." He pouted.

"I’m done." Skeith said as he made a movement to get off the other, swinging a leg around to meet the other.

"H-hey!" He cried pulling Skeith's leg back over. "That’s not fair. You can’t get me all excited and then leave."

"Can’t I?"

"No, you can’t!" Magus pouted. If Skeith left he really would have to please himself. He knew The Terror of Death could be cruel but that was just too much.

Truthfully, this wasn’t the first time they had been in this kind of argument. The two of them did have a past of sorts together though he was a bit shameful about it and didn’t want to admit it to anyone. It wasn’t really like a friendship, more like an intimate relationship and what Skeith would ruefully call being 'fuck buddies’. Really, he didn’t have to put it like that, even if it was true.

"I want.... " Skeith began, in a low whispered tone. "To see you please yourself."

"W-what?" Magus was surprised; he wasn’t expecting that kind of request. "Why?"

"Why not?" Skeith answered the question with another question. He thought it would be interesting and arousing to see the other touching himself in such a personal manner. "You seem excited enough." Skeith further pointed out by reaching behind him and running a hand roughly over the hard, pulsating shaft.

"Nnnngh." Magus moaned loudly from the rough touch. When the fingernails raked against him it made the end of his ponytail curl up and the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
The horned avatar then ran his fingernails roughly back up the thickened member, eliciting another moan from The Propagation. "Then... we'll play."

He was already round up and ready to bust, and the rough play wasn’t helping any. "If you get off me...." Though he could just put his hand though that hole of his.

Skeith obliged, flipping his leg over and sliding off to sit on the side then pulled the blue haired avatar toward him as he nuzzled against the back of others neck lightly kissing it.

The two now sat on the living room floor, Skeith half naked while Magus was totally without any clothing except for his hair band. Skeith was now positioned behind Magus. His black hued chest pressed itself against the lightly tanned back, head resting on the others shoulder, and black legs drew themselves up against the sides of the others chest. The horned deity snaked his arms around Magus's chest possessively.

He rested a hand on the floor for leverage as he wrapped the other around his pulsating shaft. Skeith hummed, either approvingly or arousingly, as The Propagation began to pump slowly, precum having already spilled out lightly coating it from the previous attention it had received.

This time he freely expressed himself, letting out pants and soft moans as he stroked and pumped away at himself, eyes half closed. His eyes widened, and he gasped slightly in surprise as Skeith's hands began to rub and fondle at the buds on his chest.

"You have such cute reactions." Skeith said, chuckling slightly.

He mumbled but it turned into a moan as Skeith pinched at the tinted nub. He hadn’t quiet the coordination and stopped in mid-stroke at the action. Seeing this, Skeith dropped his hands, only to place one of them upon the others. Firmly, he pulled the others in a pumping motion, though it seemed more of an assist then a hint for blue haired avatar to continue.

"I don’t remember asking for a slow comfortable screw." Skeith said urging the other to be more entertaining. The soft heaving and breathless pants where nice, but not quite what he wanted. They were like an appetizer and he was ready for the main dish.

"You're so hard to please, you know that?" Magus spat. "If you keep distracting me I'll never finish."

"You call that a distraction?" Skeith made a distasteful noise in the sound of a humph. "I'll give you a distraction..."

"W-wait."

It was too late; Skeith had already begun to call the AI over. Kite peeked his head slyly around the counter and answered in the form of a hesitant moan.

"Strip." Skeith commanded as he raised a finger in a 'come here' motion.

"WHAT! Are you crazy?" He cried covering his shame with his hand. Though it was a pointless and meaningless action it made him feel more decent.

"You wanted a distraction." Skeith replied plainly.

"No! You---" He stopped and sighed. "Kite, just go back to... err... whatever you were doing!" He said waving his free hand frantically. His face now colored itself with that oh so cute blush.

"You're also cute when you’re embarrassed." Skeith added as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

"You...."

"Yes?" Skeith replied giving a sly smile.

He said nothing as he stared at him with a sour expression.

"Come now, if you don’t finish you won’t get your reward." Skeith said their hands still on the hardened flesh. He removed his hand, though he softly trailed his fingernails up the shaft, making the other shiver a bit.

The motion had renewed him, making him remember just how hot and bothered he actually was and he began to pump at himself harsher. The faster and harder he pulled and stroked the more his need and voice arose. He could feel the rush flowing up to release itself as he panted and worked himself over. Fast and firmer, his eyes half closed, and he felt Skeith's hot breath on his skin, kissing and licking at his shoulder and neck.

"Ahhhh....nnnnggg..." He cried out as he came closer, and was almost there when he felt the others hand on him again. He let go as Skeith finished him, squeezing him in that roughly loving way of his that sent him quickly over the edge. He screamed out Skeith's name as he exploded and the translucent fluid shot out like a geyser. Skeith continued to stroke at him in a firm even pace as the quivering appendage gushed out three more times. "Ahhh... Skeith...." He purred softly as he fell back against the other completely spent.

"Don’t you dare fall asleep yet." Skeith warned as he shoved the other onto the floor. He pushed and plodded till Magus was on all fours still slightly exhausted. "As if you could with what I’d be doing to you." He then laughed.

"If I did... you would probably rape me."

"It's not rape if you love it." Skeith replied as he positioned himself behind the blue haired avatar. He grabbed the ponytail, holding the soft blue strands of hair in his hand for a moment before he pulled on it slightly.

"Hey..." He whined but the hair pulling was only a distraction as Skeith purged a finger to his entrance. "Ahhh..." He moaned out softly as Skeith prepared him.

"Hm. Maybe I should make you beg for it." Skeith questioned seeing the others arousal quivering.

Skeith watched as the blue haired deity reached around and began to stroke himself once more. Now this was exciting. Pulling the digits out he shifted up and positioned his own hardened member against the entrance. It wouldn’t be any fun to go right for, so he teased him, sliding his pulsating member back and forth over it, faking as if he was going to purge inside. He then pushed against it, sliding himself in just a little, enough to make the other moan heavily, then drew back out.

"S-Skeith.... Ahhh... Please...." Magus begged. His hips bucked, begging for more… begging for it, and it was driving him insane with how much he wanted it. His cock began leaking pre-cum from all the teasing attention.

Seeing the other squirm and buck made the horned deity even more excitable and after another plea and moan from the figure below he purged himself in, pushing himself all the way to his hilt as Magus cried out.

Though the teasing was far from over as Skeith slowly slid himself out, almost all of the way, before shoving himself roughly in hilt deep, the Propagation gave another outcry, and this continued on for a few more cycles, Magus crying out, as he stroked his quivering member, Skeith breathing heavily and thrusting all of himself inside.

Then it became serious as Skeith, having had enough playing around, began an even paced rhythm. Magus continued in his moaning, panting and crying. Drool trickled down his mouth as Skeith increased the rhythm.

Skeith, his hands wrapped around the others waist, continuously thrusted heatedly into the cute blue haired figure below. He loved how the tightness felt against him... how it pulsed and quivered against his hard pulsating member as he slammed himself in and out over and over again. He enjoyed the sounds the other was making below him; it made him all the more heated and lustful hearing them, making him pound faster and harder. Every scream made him want to scream out in delight.

"Ahhh... I’m...." He could barely say anything, all his voice wanted to do was scream, cry and moan. He could have not said anything at all, but in doing so he knew Skeith would give him everything and he wanted that, wanted that explosive heart racing orgasm that only Skeith could give him.

And the horned avatar did, slamming his body roughly against the others rapidly as the two moaned and screamed, that center of pleasure rising up to meet them and then it finally came up, spilling out as the two orgasmed and came. Skeith released himself inside, thrusting slowly a few more times before pulling out completely.

The sticky liquid seeped out, dripping down his legs and mixed with his own seed that had spilled itself over his hand, down his legs and on to the carpet, he then collapsed, too tried to care about having landed in the sticky puddle that was himself and Skeith.

"How was your slow comfortable screw?" Skeith asked leaning upright against the other.

"I thought... I didn’t order one?"

Skeith shrugged and smirked. "Now it’s time for my punishment."

"Wha?" He questioned confusedly.

"Dragging you into the bathroom to clean up."

And then for him to pass out on the bed more likely afterward, which he did, as did Skeith. Azure Kite later joined them after he had finished cleaning up their mess and the rest of the house.

Being in the Real World sure was more interesting then in The World and now he regretting, though only slightly, having to leave Skeith after this.

- To be continued