"I really don't like the idea, cause I'm not gay"
¤ Harry.
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His eyes fluttered open to the sound of his alarm. He grunted at his morning wood that protuberated from the black and red checkered pyjamas he wore. His thick room curtains are shut allowing no form of sunlight to sneak in; it is well lite with red fluorescent lights. He walked over to his standing reflection which was beginning to fade little by little, he rolled his eyes as he removed his black and red checkered pants as his eight inch erected cock sprung up to the humid atmosphere of his room. He exhaled sharply as he ran his hand past his jet black colony of pubic hair like soldiers trying to invade their enemies camp. His hand landed on his meat, stoking it gently. A smirk left his lips as he began to think about how irresistible his body is. He has a young, buffed, well-toned body, something to take pride in, something to brag about, something his current victim would not oppose.
It was time to suppress this erection and get ready for school. With a beeline to the shower, a white door in the same room that demarcated the water closet and bathroom from his dark room. He put on the shower allowing the steamy water cascade down his body, the dripping of not too hot but hot enough to make a steam water, ran down his jet black hair that matched his pubic bush. Immediately he started kneading his erection, his breath hitched as a memory slammed his brain unexpectedly. The memory was a pleasant pleasure; one that you would never want to forget. It was his first time trying something new, something daring, something– different. As his hand played with his cock, he played one of his favorite scene that happened to him. His mind was a tricky bastard, although he tried convincing himself never to think of such, this moment he had no choice but to remember the warmth of the boy's lips wrapped around his cock. He could remember how the human boy looked so innocent as he made eye contact. The way the mortal bobbed his head up and down currently made him fall his head backwards in the shower. He began to increase the pace, he bit down his moan, reminiscing on the mortal boy that teased his cock with his tongue, licking off precum that oozed from his mushroom. His breath hitched twice as the shower cubicle began to feel smaller, he grabbed unto whatever his free hand could grab in the cubicle as he began to feel his cock tightened and–
"Argghhhh—"
He gasped as he clasped his hand around his mouth, he hoped he was not too loud. He controlled his heaving chest with his breath, washed off before jumping out of the bathroom.
He stood in front of his reflection again but this time a black Calvin Klein brief stuck on his crotch like leech on the skin, he weighed his crotch not fully satisfied with what he did few minutes ago, he wanted more, he wanted something different from that mortal boy that sucked his cock, if mortal boy he met in a bar can suck this well, what other tricks could be under his sleeves? He threw on a black leather jacket; a shirt gaping open over his broad chest and too-tight black jeans to not only match his gelled hair but to make both gender drool at his package beneath.
Before unlocking his room door, he had to wear a cold demeanour, more like a deadpan expression in other to camouflage his disgust for who the queen put in charge of him; Tracey.
Harry had come to one of the realms, earth a week ago with Tracey, he came to revive his title: prove to the queen that he could kill, prove that he is willing to lay down his life or in this case lay down a life for the progression of the kingdom. He had crossed the line with his queen, to her Harry was not loyal and for that she banished him, stripped him of his dark powers, cursed him to become half mortal, half fledgling.
After unlocking the door, he made a beeline to the small round table that had two wooden chairs opposite each end. It was their makeshift dining room, the parlour was merged with their dinner room, kitchen too small for two to be in. After all, these people from the other realm were to stay in this realm for a little while, once the mission was completed, they'd leave.
His eyelids contorted into a grimace as he saw an orange bowl filled with white mice. One of the curses of being a fledgling is that you do not get to eat normal food like the cheesy hamburger Tracey had right now. Most times he wondered why she did what she did. His stomach snarled as his mouth began to water for those poor mice that struggled to escape as they stumble on one another. He was on a mice diet, since it was easy to get a lot of them at the dumpster two blocks away. He picked the tails of two, watching it squeak as if they begged for their lives. He placed them above his mouth, teasing the head of one of the mouse with his tongue.
"You know playing with your food is a bad habit" she said, munching on her burger.
Harry would have retorted back but his stomach agreed with Tracey, it rumbled and growled loudly putting Harry back to his senses. He threw the helpless creature into his mouth as his fangs gnawed the bones until there was nothing left to chew. He threw the remaining mice into his mouth as their bones snapped like hunters foot caught between a twig. He gluged down endlessly the blood filled jar, he burped and smiled to his satisfaction.
"You know, you should keep it down when you are self sexing or as this realm calls it" she tuts, tapping her chin as if she were to be thinking. "Masturbating. You know my powers are functional and I have sharp hearing" she giggled to herself.
Harry wanted to snap back at her, at least he did not bring in strangers into the house unlike her who has found it quite amusing to bring in muscular men who would bang her all night as she moaned like no one was around. Ever since she came to this realm, she had been more promiscuous and yet she is complaining of just a singular jerking off?
He exhaled slowly, shoving his pain into a box in his mind. With a sigh of exasperation, he carried his black bag, heading for the door.
He sits on the dining table, with a green bowl of rats in his front.
"Wait" she called back, adjusting her white fitted buttoned shirt as she stood up. "Today is going to be a sunny day, so you will need this"
She brought out a golden ring that had little symbols etched in it while a red gem adorned the middle of the ring. He knew what she was saying nevertheless, he did not turn back to face her. After their arrival, Tracey walked freely under the sun while he slept all day. The day of a fledgling starts at night, when the sun runs away and paves way for the glorious moon. Today is going to mark his first day underneath the sun but he believes that his queen would be pitiful after all, he had conquered kings for her and just one mistake, she could not let it slide?
"I don't think I need it" he scoffed, immediately his fingertips touched the door knob, he started to feel the air in his lungs grow short, he wheezed for air as his fingers tore through his neck where the grip was.
All Tracey needed to do was to stretch forth her hand and the invisible thread would do its job. She squoze her hand slowly, making Harry's face as red as a tomato, this time he was not blushing but struggling for oxygen, he went down on one knee as he began to shed a tear. With a flick of her fingers, he gasped for oxygen, coughing and trying to get off the phantom feel of his neck choking.
"Now listen pretty boy" her stiletto echoed through the quiet room as she stopped at the kneeling Harry. "The queen put me in charge of you and this mission. I had to let that disgusting principal touch every part of me, which I would soon have my revenge on. But listen" she stooped to his level. "Get this sorry act together, pull yourself together. You have grown weak..."
"Don't you get it," he responded, looking at her eyeballs. "I have lost everything. I worked so hard to please the queen, I have been so faithful to her yet she punishes me for just one mistake?" he yelled back at her.
His eyes widened as his cheek is smote by her palm.
"Look here, Harry" she levitate him without touching him. "You disobeyed orders and look at where that has gotten us to, huh? The only way to have your dark wings back is by executing your current mission perfectly. Now, you will take this ring, go to school and execute your mission. Is that understood?" she was not satisfied with a mumbling answer. "I said is that understood?" she repeated, her voice sounding like ten men.
"Yes. Yes ma'am" he said solemnly after being dropped to the ground. She flung the ring as he crawled towards the direction of the ring, wearing it.
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Troy had never felt happier, after his encounter with Harry, although the rude school nurse was a turn off, holding his crush by the hand as he showed him the classes, clubs and laboratories made his day. To him Harry was his dream boyfriend; dark unruly hair that slicked back from his face, a chiselled chin and high cheekbones, a broad chest that matched his muscular physique and those gorgeous red eyes of his that burns anytime you get lost in it. Little did Troy know that there was more to meet the eyes.
It was time for Biology class, Harry assured Troy that he would be there in a second, he jogged towards the bathroom direction, when the coast was clear he averted his tracks heading to Tracey's office. He just wanted to get over this quickly, he could not wait to have this curse lifted and fight by his queen side like old times. The joy he derived from slitting people gut was questioning, he killed a lot of knights, kings in the other realm making him the head of the queen's guards but now look at how low he has become, drinking off a pint of blood from a mortal school in the mortal realm. How pathetic.
"Is he falling for you already?" she asked.
"Yes," a sinister smile left his lip. "all I need to do is sacrifice him right?" he leaned forward trying to grab another pint of blood. Walking in the day was exhausting and made him thirsty, since he could not drink water, he is stuck with this.
"Yes" she spread her dark wings more like flaunting them trying to remind him of what it felt like being powerful or make him regret what he did. "Then, you'll have your position back and your dark wings back"
"What should I do next?" he asked.
"Take him for dinner today and what ever his response is, report back to me immediately, ok?"
"Yes" she ogled at him as if he had committed a crime, then he realized. "Yes ma'am" he left.
It felt weird being alone in the class, Harry had not showed up for class and Troy did not concentrate. After the bell rang, he ran towards the flight of stairs, stopping abruptly when he saw Tom and his gang talking, he did not have the time to be called silly names by those losers. If he could not find Harry, he had planned to place a missing report to the police. In order to avoid the bully, he took a longer route, his face was glued to his phone as he compiled an essay for a missing person.
Meanwhile, Harry hated the way he had to be subjected to Tracey. The thought of calling her ma'am made his stomach churn in disgust. He was lost in thought when he bumped into someone, he wanted to cuss at the person but faked a smile when he realized it was his victim.
"Where were you?" was the first question he asked.
"I was just having a slight headache" Harry lied.
"Hope that bitch wasn't rude to you?"
At least, Harry was happy that his victim and him agreed on one thing, the everlasting fumed anger for Tracey. Trying to avoid the awkward gaze, Troy had been staring into his cursed eyes. "Hey, can we have dinner tonight?" Harry popped the question out of the blues.
"Em..." Troy was dumbfounded. "I'll check my schedule..." he began to fidget with his phone, pretending to check a schedule that he knows does not exist.
"It's OK, if you don't wanna come" he pretended to walk away.
"Dinner by seven at my place" Troy blurted, not wanting to lose the opportunity.
"Em," he scratched the nape of his neck. "What if your family does not accept me" he feigned sadness.
"Hey, they know I am gay and they would be excited to meet you" Troy responded sweetly.
Of course they accepted him, Harry wanted a serene place where he could execute his plans, he did not want any interruptions.
"I'm just shy, you know what maybe we should call it off. I sound too desperate to have a boyfriend, right?" this should do the trick, he thought.
"No! No!! No!!!" Troy began, trying to wade that thought off. "Tonight at Chef's restaurant, down the street" he paused. "Do you know there?"
"Yeah, see you there" he faked a smile and left.
Troy's legs were literally shaking, he was overwhelmed with joy and anxiety. His smile led to a sheepish grin, he fantasized about dirty things, his crotch was raising gradually, until he got back to the real world by the sound of the bell.
"Oh shit" he then realized that he stood there for minutes with a protruding boner. With no one watching and the hallway empty, he happily skipped away like a kid gifted candy for not being naughty.
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Harry was excited to go for the dinner, not because he loved Troy or anything but because he wanted him dead. He shut the door behind as he plopped down on the chair. His presence during the day was telling on him, he felt his heart beat slower and sometimes, he'd break beads of sweat. He never hoped to get used to things like this after this date, he would kill his victim.
"We are meeting at Chef's restaurant tonight, then, I'll slit his throat and the mission would be accomplished" he helped himself with the blood bag on her table.
"Oh foolish child" Tracey patted his head softly. "What fun would that be?"
"I don't understand" he mumbled as he's engraved in sucking off from the blood bag.
Tracey sighs in frustration; "Where is the fun if you just kill him when you just first met?" Harry rose an inquisitive eyebrow, getting interested in her plan. "You see, you need to break him emotionally, then you can slit his throat, how about that?"
"I really don't like the idea, cause I'm not gay" he took another blood sack, lying effortlessly.
Tracey laughed so hard that a tear dripped down her eye. "Is that the lie you tell yourself every morning" she laughed once more.
"I do not know what you are talking about" he adjusted himself, sitting up to a more comfortable position.
"Don't you think I know about the mortal boy you fucked?" Harry sat upright, feeling unease.
How in the world did she know about his little sexual escapades? He had it all mapped out, Tracey was to be getting herself drilled by that hunky guy that claimed to be a plumber. He was as quick as possible, since he had the fledgling powers, he could run with the wind. So how in the queen's name did she know?
"Baby boy" she patted his head. "Why do you think you are perfect for this job?"
"Well, because I want back my seat at the queen..." Harry was shushed by Tracey's index finger on his lips.
"Shush, my child! Do you think our Queen cares about your silly revenge? Why do you think she needs me to backup you up? You are a disgrace to our world, you brought this upon yourself!—"
The thought gushed into his head unexpectedly. He had fought with the queen since he became a knight and she was delighted with his commitment. He still does not know why he did not execute his victim, something in that man's eyes looked strange, Harry believed that if he had killed the man he was asked to kill by the queen, he would have altered fate and fate does not like to be altered. Harry still remembered the sadness in the man's eyes; those eyes somewhat looked familiar, he had once been in that position; helpless, sad and pathetic. The man, Harry's victim looked like him before he became a knight. Maybe, just maybe that was why he could not behead the man but he thought his queen would understand, after all Harry had brought countless heads to her.
Now, the question lies that how does him and the mortal boy correlate?
"This is the only way to redeem yourself. Now you must do these three things meticulously" her lips closer to his right ear, jolting him back to reality. "You must; Fuck his ass, break his heart and slit his throat"
"Fuck who now?" he could not help but ask.
"You must; Fuck Troy's ass, break his heart and slit his throat. Now repeat what I said"
"I must; Fuck his ass. Break his heart. Slit his throat" he repeated slowly.
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