⚠ WARNING ⚠
· Content ahead is mature and may be inappropriate for some readers.
Please read with caution.
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It was the weekend, an oh so very anticipated weekend indeed. The holiday months were approaching fast and yet, the only thing I'm excited over is Kankri. We've been at this 'friends with benefits' stage of our relationship and things couldn't have been better. I was ecstatic when he gave me his consent the day after for make out sessions and had immediately took a liking to our visits. Though of course he was a bit shy at first and we haven't had full on sex since that drunken night, but slowly things were escalating to that point. But for now, like time and time again, we snuck around like two kids playing an extreme game of hide and seek. Ducking around every corner for a chance to interlock our lips...
Today will be different than our usual little exploration of each other's bodies, but of finally taking things to the next level. Kankri had agreed about this decision and wanted to meet up this time at his house since his father was out on a missionary trip with the local church for a few days. This'll be my first time in Kankri's own house, making me a little nervous, but in the end I'm getting laid so it's well worth it. The house was going to be our little getaway from the real troubles in the world, empty and soon to be filled with the sweet sounds of the curly haired burnett.
As Kankri unlocked the door with his own house key, I gradually walked in with a bit of hesitance. This was the place. The place where Kankri's literal definition of hell happens. I was taken aback by the cleanliness of the room we entered through, which I would guess be the living room. There was a black leather couch with a huge flat screen television, a lamp and side table, and I could even see the kitchen from here.
"Wvowv Kan, this is nothin' wvhat I expected it to be. Ya havwe some really nice stuff." I complimented as the door was closed behind us.
"What did you expect? A dungeon with whips and chains?" One of Kankri's eyebrows raised in question as a small smile formed on his features.
I shrugged my shoulders, "I mean, the wvay ya described it an' all... A dungeon seems reasonable."
He rolled his eyes, "Cronus, you are ridiculous."
"Ridiculously handsome."
I watched as my comment rewarded me with a smile from the burnett. Shy, but coy, he faced me in close proximity as his fingertips lightly tapped upwards on my white shirt and stopped at the base of my neck. "Speaking of which... Shall you accompany me to my sleeping quarters, Mr. Handsome?"
The way his chocolate eyes flicker with playfulness and lust made me want to take him against the wall right then, but I held back the urge. Why? I want to see what he'll do next. That innocent facade is just a mask, hiding his most despicable desires. That desire is what I want to see from him. It was interesting to see someone like Kankri be so sexy and luring all of a sudden, as if the confidence in himself started to seep through. I loved the way he was acting right now and won't take the fun away from him.
Though, I was hesitant as an idea popped into my mind. Why go to Kankri's room when we could do something even better? But instead of doing this on a whim, I needed some key information first. "Temptin', but I havwe somethin' in mind... Showv me your pop's room."
"Okay..." The smaller male gave me a confused stare before leading me down a hall and to a dark brown door. He then twisted the handle, opening the door. "Why exactly are you interested in my father's room?"
Kankri let out a squeal as I scooped him up and tossed him onto the black covered bed. I quickly mounted the smaller male as his lovely wide eyes stared with anticipation. His cheeks were flushed red as his chest heaved from below me. Fuck, I love how helpless he looked. So powerless as I hover over his smaller frame. He might have the better intellectual knowledge, but I have the strength. The control I have right now was intoxicating. I took in every freckle on his caramel skinned features, awaiting the erotic moment where his face is filled with the brink of ecstasy.
"C-Cronus, you want to- Right here? I don't understa-"
I couldn't help but to sink into those soft lips, cutting him off from his sentence. My fingers intertwined with his as I pinned them above his head and dominated. He was my little experiment, exploring every crevice of his mouth in a sloppy fashion. As I pulled away for us to breath, I planted wet kisses trailing down his jawline and onto his neck. My teeth nipped at the base of his flesh, the boy shook and quivered as he let out a soft moan. I smirked into the kisses, loving that sound. His sound.
He seemed to be getting impatient as his hips lifted up and grinded onto my own, already excited tent in my jeans. I let his hands free to roam as I sat up and discarded the unwanted material of my shirt to the floor, returning to a rough kiss from Kankri himself. His hands tangled themselves into the non-greased strands of my black hair, pulling at the roots and deepening the kiss as close as possible.
As I was about to make an attempt into removing his shirt, he surprisingly used enough force to roll us around and he now sat on top. His hips straddled mine as he stared down at me with that lustful, blushing face. "I must confess..." He began breathlessly, "I'm a bit nervous... And in my father's room?"
"WVell, wvouldn't this be a perfect opportunity to get back at your old man? To do the one sin he absolutely hates in his owvn bed~?"
I could tell the wheels in his brain were turning, processing, and weighing the outcome of this situation. "I-I suppose."
I gave a chuckle before pressing against the small of his waist to bring him down for yet another kiss. He complied, but then decided to venture out and place delicate kisses from my cheek, to my neck, and traveling down to my chest. Shifting off my waist and in between my legs, the boy's hands wandered dangerously close to the hem of my jeans. "Mm, wvhat are ya doin' dowvn there?"
"Exploring." He muttered as his lips planted themselves on my abdomen, his fingers curling around the fabric and unbuttoning. "Don't move and relax, please." His voice softly commanded.
I bit the inside of my cheek as I stayed in the position laying on my back and focusing on the white ceiling above. This was about to happen. Kankri was surely just kidding with me or this is all a vivid sexy dream. Was he really going to? I'm definitely not complaining, but I really wasn't expecting him to take the lead on things so quickly. This was exhilarating, my heart beating with anticipation as I felt the coolness of the room hit my warm piece of flesh.
Starting to get nervous myself, I resorted to feeling a bit exposed when the burnett hesitated momentarily. "Ya knowv, Kanny, ya don't really need to do this if ya don't wvant to ha- Holy shiiit-!" My body tensed at the sudden warmth as Kankri did something amazing with his tongue. This sent electrifying pleasure up my spine as I tried to not arch my back from the bed. "H-Howv did ya learn that?!"
The pleasurable sensation stopped as his voice filled the empty room, "An old friend." He then giggled a bit as I felt his hand creep up onto my chest, tracing my abs with his fingertips. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at him with an eyebrow raised. He then gave a sly smirk to those luscious wet lips. "Are you jealous, Mr. Handsome?"
I thought for a moment, but didn't ponder on it too much. "Nah. As long as I'm gettin' the blowv jobs, I wvon't complain."
A hum of sorts left his closed mouth as he leaned back down, taking me back into the warmth of his mouth. I relaxed back down, but before I could get comfortable he did it again. That little shit was really enjoying himself. I couldn't help myself this time, grabbing the sheets between my fingers and letting my eyes roll. God, this felt heavenly coming from Kankri. I know he has his own experiences, but he sure knows what he's doing to make me tick just right.
Just then, a ringtone started to play from my phone. Not just any ringtone, but my brother's. The curly haired boy paused for a bit, but before he could get a word out, I gently placed a hand on his curly mess of a head and pushed him back down. "Don't stop babe... I'll deal wvith it."
As Kankri continued his business thankfully, I fished the phone from my front pocket and answered. "This better be good, you little shit. I'm kinda in the middle of someth-"
"Cronus! I-I'm sorry b-bu-but I have a situation! They-They're af-after me Cro! Please he-help me! Please!" There was static as Eridan breathed heavily on the line, running footsteps were very evident. His stutter was worse, signifying a more stressful turn of events he was dealing with.
I shot strait up as I motioned for Kankri to stop. He did so with a questionable glance and sat on his legs, a look of concern plastered on his flushed features. "Wvhoa, Okay. Calm dowvn an' tell me wvhere ya are."
There was a thud and a loud curse that came from my brothers mouth, more rapid thudding before he breathlessly answered. "Play-Playground... In th-the slide. They're comin' Cro, I-I'm scared!"
"Stay right there. I'm comin' Eri." I stated, trying to ease my brother's panic. Scooting upwards on the bed, I uncomfortably stuffed my boner away and buttoned my jeans. Kankri was now padding over to my discarded shirt, quickly scooping it up and handing it to me. "Wvho's after ya? Got names?"
"Th-The Ma-Ma.... Ugh!" He was getting frustrated even more as I heard other voices. It sounded so familiar, as if the question I asked had an answer on the top of my tongue. Who would be after such a sweet kid like Eri? Then, it clicked.
Nodding towards the other male, I took the shirt from his hands and slipped it over my head. "Eri, talk to me. Stay on the phone 'kay?"
Then there was a scream from my brother. A horrible, terrifying sound that quickly made the situation a whole lot darker. There was a thud as my brother's voice was more so off in the distance from the phone, as if he dropped it and was being dragged away.
"Eridan!" I shouted into the phone as if it would save his life, of course this did nothing and the phone went silent. In frustration, I threw the gadget onto the carpet. It was useless if they've already got to him. I had to stop standing around and do something. Anything. Breath Cronus, breath and think. My legs started to work as I left the room and leaving Kankri behind without answers. If I cut through a couple of yards, I'd be able to reach the playground in no time at all.
"Hey," I felt a light touch on my shoulder as I whipped around in surprise. I was met with an equally painful expression on his features. "What happened to your brother? Is he alright?"
"That's wvhat I'm about to find out myself. Those bastards better not havwe laid a fuckin' finger on him." I exited Kankri's house and started towards the park, the same one where Kankri and I had our little quarrel a bit ago.
"Who?" Kankri asked as I stopped in my tracks in realization. Why the hell was he following me?
"Kanny, go home. I don't need ya to get involvwed wvith these guys like I did. They're dangerous an' unpredictable."
He shook his head, "No, please let me come with you. What if you get hurt and-"
"They already havwe Eri, I don't need someone else I care about to get in trouble." With that last statement, Kankri paused where he was. For some reason, he was visibly shocked. But for what? I didn't have the time to dwell on it. I nodded his way and began the fastest sprint I could ever humanly do.
The neighborhood flew by, all the shades of green, white little houses that littered the area like a cruel maze. My heart was pounding, hoping, praying even that he was safe. At least alive. These guys weren't to mess with nor take lightly, and why they would want anything from Eridan? I have the slightest clue, unless he himself did something undeniably stupid to piss one of them off.
As I got to the park itself, there were four older guys surrounding a smaller figure, which had to be Eridan from the looks of the kid. By the time I actually got there, I was out of breath from the extended run, but still was able to coherently shout.
"Eridan!"
The boy was down on his knees in a defeated stature, his back hunched over and facing the ground as the other four figures stood behind him. He didn't respond, just stared off as if I didn't exist. I noticed the fresh bruises on his face and the blood on his busted lip.
Menacingly enough, I recognized one of the guys on the spot. Raven black hair curled over his features and framed his face, his lip had a distinctive jagged scar that went up close to his nose, and that smug look in his intimidating green eyes was enough to make my stomach churn. His hand was casually swinging a metal baseball bat as he gave a pretty boy smile. He was the leader of The Makara gang. A homebrew rich kid that seemed to never suffer the consequences long enough to stay out of trouble. Kurloz Makara himself.
"Just the man I was looking for." Kurloz's tone was bitter yet alarmingly calm as he placed a hand on my brothers head. Instinctively, I reacted by trying to lunge myself at him. Two of the other guys jumped my ass, hooking their arms around mine roughly. This stopped me dead in my tracks as I struggled to get out of their stronghold towards Eridan. "Not so fast there, my old friend."
"Wvhat the fuck do ya wvant Kurloz, I thought wve wvere cool." My voice was already elevated, more so as I saw the damage already done to my brother.
This bastard had the audacity to laugh before answering in a eerily calm manner, "Nothing from you, but to you. A message if you must honestly know."
I sighed in frustration as he milked this whole villain skit. Really, I just wanted this fiasco to be done and over with. Or mess at least one of these guys up real good. "Okay- WVhat's the message then?"
"I like to make sure my clients get what they deserve as you know. Justice, piece of mind, basically getting the point across is my job." He pointed the baseball bat towards my head, giving it a twirl. "You, oh boy, you pissed off the wrong type of person for them to pay me to do this!"
I furrowed my eyebrows in thought. Who would want something like this be done to me... To my brother? And to hire the Makara gang themselves? I gritted my teeth together, trying to stay calm for the cowering boy in front of me. He was shaking like a leaf after Kurloz had grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked his head up towards me specifically.
"Just like we practiced okay kid? And lose the stutter. It's annoying." Kurloz didn't let go of Eridan's hair, rather firmly holding him in place as the boy's lips trembled.
"Y-You're mu-mi-" The gang leader quickly let go of his hold just to smack Eridan on the back of the head. His head went forward as his hands caught himself on the ground. He then started to cry, his body trembled on the paved cement of the playground. "You're mi-mine!"
"That's better." Kurloz piped up through Eridan's constant sobs. The kid was obviously terrified and a wreck.
"Alright! I got the message! Just let the kid go..." Once more I raised my voice towards the Makara, but my sentence faltered at soon as I saw the pure look of enjoyment in his expression. This was far from over. He then glanced over at me with a wicked smile, his green eyes watching my every move. The hand without the baseball bat raised halfway into the air before he snapped his fingers. I knew what was going to happen and there was no way I could stop all of these guys single handedly. "No! Not him! Me! Hurt me!" I begged, but to no avail.
It was heartbreaking that I couldn't move or do anything, watching this abuse happen to my blood. He was just a kid, a good hearted kid who fell victim to the evils of the real world. I could feel tears roll down my face as the two men held me in place, watching my only brother be kicked, punched, and stomped on. His cries for help, the pure terror in his raspy screams could make me vomit right here, but I swallowed the rest of my dignity and watched. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. I needed to remember every last detail to what they're doing to him. Why am I doing this? Well, Karma's a bitch to be reckoned with.
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Do you know what that's like? To feel helpless as a loved one suffers a grueling punishment because of your own fuck up? Because of your choices, because of your actions, they now have to meet one of fates twisted games.
I know how that exactly feels.
My brother's wounds would end him up in the hospital where a sloppy investigation was held to find who did this. Unfortunately, we had no proof other than the bruises on us both. It was just another 'bully' case to the authorities, though a bit more looked into because of the injuries. Once more, The Makara gang would get away with nothing on their record other than a falsely accused accusation.
Life was beginning to get unfair and the downfall of my relationships slowly started to peek it's ugly head above my protective walls. These walls that I created to mask any negative feelings were cracking, seeping through and ready to engulf my reality as I knew it. My perfect little reality, my safe haven. Little did my ego let me know, I wasn't as well liked as I thought I was and I was going to pay the price for it.
- C.A.