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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on May 24, 2006 21:06:09 GMT -5
To Des, the home he lived in wasn’t impressive at all. Sure it had several rooms and could hold hundreds of people at a time, but that wasn’t anything special to the boy. To him, this wasn’t a home, this was a prison. The place was where his spirit was being broken and his mind was being shattered. Everywhere he went; there was someone there to tell him what to do. It seemed the house was an endless nightmare full of rules and oppression. He never got what he wanted. Even though they could give him any materialistic item he wanted, Des never got what he wanted, freedom. Maybe that’s why he had done those things with Sho. It had been a way to get back at his mother, a silent revenge he supposed. Of course, this wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close. There were lots of things about himself that Des didn’t like and some that he denied existed. He had never been the best child in the world, but there were worse people. When the car stopped, he stepped out and made his way to the front door. He motioned for Sho to follow, but didn’t speak to him directly. He stopped when his mother turned around to glare at Sho. She thought he was nothing. To her, he was something she had bought and was no better than trash.
“You will do as my son says, is that clear?” She demanded. “However, if he gets into trouble, you are to report it to me. Anything bad he does, tell me about it. I don’t want my son to grow into a delinquent, is that clear? I will expect hard work from you since you are to also be his personal servant. Every morning, you shall cook him breakfast and set the table in the kitchen since he doesn’t eat with the rest of the family. Help him get ready for school. Help him dress, do homework if you aren’t retarded, and clean up after him. Make sure to keep his room tidy since he tends to keep it messy and do anything my son thinks should be done. If he becomes displeased with you, you will be returned and I will personally make sure you are punished in a suitable manner. Oh, and never speak unless spoken to first. I find it offensive and will not tolerate it.”
The front door was opened and Des stepped into the luxurious house. There were already several servants inside and it seemed like they didn’t need anymore, but of course, that wasn’t how Des’ mother saw it. With her, everything needed to be more and more grand. It was just in her character to be that way. She loved to spend and throw parties. Sometimes, she even had affairs if it’d help her. Des sometimes pitied his stepfather. The man was nothing more than a foolish pawn and it was quite sickening how he was at his mother’s beckon call all the time. More than anything else, Des hated foolish people. He hated those that would lie to someone to make them feel better or those that took someone else’s punishment for them so that the other person got off the hook. Those kinds of people were hard for Des to understand. He couldn’t understand what was going in their mind when they did those sorts of things.
Des had never really been a kind person. He hadn’t taken interests in the pains of others or cared whether they were sad or not. But right now, he wondered why he felt this in his heart. He had feelings for the man that had been bought and he wondered what the feeling was. It couldn’t be kindness…but…he still felt something deep inside. Until he figured out what his feelings were, he’d hide them away. He’d lock what was inside him until he was ready to share them with Sho, though he wasn’t sure whether he’d be strong enough to share them with the other. It was hard to tell someone else what you felt, even for Des and that’s why he wasn’t ready to say anything yet. No…not yet… Someday he’d be able to say those confusing words out loud, but not quit yet.
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Post by Braise on May 26, 2006 4:36:04 GMT -5
Sho watched the giant house appear with disinterest. It didn't matter how big the house was, if all he was going to be was a slave, then it'd still be a prison. Just one with more walls and fewer way to escape. He tried to keep his mind off of what had happened with Des here in the car. He was a tool, something to be used and it seemed the boy was going to take full advantage of that. It made the vampiure sick and he vowed to himself to hold back when his masters urges come along. He wasn't going to respond as completely as he had done moments ago. That'd only end up hurting him in the long run and he wasn't ready for that.
The vampire followed his master from the car, hands in his pockets and he slouched, wanting to sink into the ground. The staff here seemed so well dressed and everyone looked so much better than him. Already he felt out of place and he hated it! He stopped, head bowed as the woman spoke. He was much taller than her, yet he knew, if he dared look down on her he'd get beat. He was already so tired from a beating just that morning that he didn't want to evoke someone elses rage. He merely nodded to her orders, especially her last. He'd never been real outspoken, but when someone went against what he believed in, he'd object. It seemed here, he'd get punished for it. No matter how bad it was here, he didn't want to go back to In Between. The guards there were ten times more harsh on pets that were returned for disobedience.
Sho followed them into the house, eyes averted from the servants. He could feel several angry gazes on him. No matter what, he was even trash to them. He hid himself between a barrier of ice. As long as neither of them could reach into him and evoke feeling, he'd be fine. He could complete his daily tasks and just....survive. The master was going to be a hard one to keep outside his walls but he'd do it.
He was so busy thinking that he didn't notice they had been leading him down a hall. Nor did he notice the table along the side wall, lathered in expensive glass. He stumbled over it, catching himself at the last minute on the edge of the table. The way he twisted sent pain shooting through his ankle and a jar careening towards the ground. He didn't have time to catch it, only could watch with worried blue eyes as it shattered into a million pieces on the marble floors. He raised those same eyes to the woman leading the group, scared depite how small she was because she had the power to do anything to him.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on May 26, 2006 22:47:46 GMT -5
Des had seen the crash coming even before Sho had bumped into the table. He had wanted to call out to the other, but it had been too late. The man had caused the glass figurines on the table to topple over and crash onto the floor. Des watched in horror as the floor became covered in glass and his mother turned to stare. Des had made his way to the other as the glass items had started to fall, so he was standing next to Sho. He looked down at the floor and glanced at Sho through the corner of his eye. He knew the other was probably scared. His mother could easily make the man pay for this and he wasn’t talking about money. The woman had loved those stupid figurines and she’d never let anyone so much as touch them. Not only that, but an expensive vase had also been on that table. It’d been a present from a friend of his mother’s and she’d always admired how nice it looked, though Des thought it was ugly. The boy knew the other was in for it, so there was only one thing to do. He wasn’t used to doing favors for people or helping them out, but he had no choice this time. After all, he didn’t want this man to get into trouble. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t want the other to get into trouble, but he just didn’t.
“That was fun!” Grinned Des as though he had purposely done something. “Maybe next time I’ll break that stupid painting in the hall. I keep telling you this junk has to go.”
Des’ mother’s eyes blazed with fury and her cheeks turned red with anger. The teen knew that grinning like this only made her even more angry. He had never really cared about what she had thought of him anyway, so he didn’t even flinch when her hand slapped him across the face. He fell to the ground with a thump, but he didn’t stop grinning up at her. His cheek had turned swollen and red now, but the two still continued to stare at each other. She hated him. Des had figured it out a long time ago; she hated him. Everything about him set her off and she couldn’t wait to be rid of him. Everything he did was never good enough and he was always regarded as the screw up. Sometimes, he really hated her. In fact, he wished she would just disappear sometimes. Her presence always made him feel like he wasn’t worth anything and that’s why, he hated her most of all sometimes. But on most days, she just ended up making him want to cry, though he never did because of his pride.
He knew the other was wondering why he hadn’t just ratted him out or why he hadn’t punished him either. Des was still trying to figure this out, so he wasn’t sure he could help the other figure it out. The boy stood from the ground slowly. He turned to give the other the same wicked grin he’d given him before. This was an expression he didn’t show anyone else. The mischievous gleam in his eyes and the way he looked like he was about to do something naughty, that look was reserved for Sho. Without a second to lose, the boy grabbed the other’s wrist and sprinted away from the scene. The boy continued to grab the other as he ran up the stairs and down the hall. He didn’t turn back to look at Sho and simply continued to run away towards his bedroom. He knew the other was confused and not sure as to what was going on, but Des didn’t care. The boy reached his room and shoved the other inside. He made sure the door was locked before jumping on top of the other and kissing him hard. He had knocked down the other when he’d jumped him and now they were on the floor, Des on top of his pet. The boy was kissing the man furiously and pulling at his clothes as though his life depended on it.
That was because this was a lonely boy. Even though he’d done all kinds of things to make his mother hate him, he was still seeking warmth from someone. He wanted love from someone and to be held gently. But because he had thought that was not possible, he was seeking love in other forms. This wasn’t love and Des knew it. He knew that just because someone did these sorts of things with another person, that didn’t mean they were loved. He wouldn’t confuse this with love, but it was alright since he didn’t love Sho. This wasn’t about that at all and it was fine that the other didn’t even like him. All of those things didn’t matter right now. The pull pulled back to again his breath before kissing the other again. It was alright…if he felt like he was falling…and that his heart was beating so fast because…this wasn’t love at all…
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Post by Braise on May 27, 2006 14:13:52 GMT -5
Sho gulped at the fury he could see sparking to life in the womans eyes. His young master was beside him and he flinched a bit, figuring one or the other would get to him first. Instead, the boy grinned and to the vampires suprise, took the blame. He stood up straight when the woman marched over, her heels crunching on broken glass. Already five maids had scurried to clean it up, jumping back when the woman swept by like the fires of hell had touched them. Her hand swung and a throbbing started in his chest as the boy fell to the floor, an imprint of a hand on his beautiful cheek. Sho wanted to reach out and sooth it, though he had vowed not to care. He would have if Des' mother hadn't shot him the ugliest look before turning.
The vampire was so confused. He knew pets got beat. But for a master to be hit by their parents? It made him even more worried about the world they lived in. He stared with wide, sapphire eyes as Des turned to him, eyes gleaming in mischeif that said he was going to have to pay for this. Oh yes, he'd pay because he didn't think he could stay true to himself. He'd end up giving in because no matter how stoic he pretended to be, the In Between had given him some compassion. He found himself in a grip on the wrist, being pulled down long halls. His ankle throbbed and he tried to keep up.
Des shoved him into a room. Sho only had a second to see a bed draped in dark and large picturesque windows before he was jumped. He fell hard, whimpering when he found a mouth against his, plundering and consuming him. Des was straddling his waist, pressing into him and he groaned, eyes falling shut. He wanted to fight, to ask why he had protected him, why he was going to try and do this now. If Sho meant nothing, then why was the pet being treated like this? He only offered a minute of resistence, his tongue pressing Des' out of his mouth, his hands fisting in the boys shirt and tugging him, trying to get him off. It didn't work and he relaxed, submitting. His clothes seemed to fall away beneath the toehrs fingers. They had already been so tattered they were falling off of him. The others eager fingers only served to rip them at their seams, baring Sho's skin to his masters view. His heart pounded against his ribs and so many things rushed through him, drawing him closer to the boy. He could feel his lonliness and the want to be loved. Sho didn't know love...he wasn't even sure how to love......was he? Could he possibly love the first person who had showed him just a bit of kindness? He let Des take the lead, body flushing, his hips rising in pleading as the boy pulled back for breath. Sho could only gasp in a lungfull before he was being kissed again. His fingers tugged at the shirt and he groaned, confused by the pleasure building in him.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on May 27, 2006 18:22:36 GMT -5
He’d always been sad he supposed. It seems like all his life he’d been searching for something that didn’t exist, love. That’s why, after his father had died, he had promised he’d never look for such a thing again. He had thought love was the most beautiful thing in the world, but he had realized that it was really an ugly thing. That’s why he had devoted his time to protecting his heart. He didn’t want such a vile emotion to take over, so it was better to keep it away. Even though this wasn’t love, he was fine with it. Doing these sorts of things with his pet was just how he sought out affection, but even affection did not equal love. People hugged and held hands all the time, but that didn’t mean they loved each other. So even when the other struggled, he didn’t stop. It wasn’t right to force the other and not consider his feelings, but the boy couldn’t help himself. It was wrong to make someone do what they didn’t want and he felt bad, even if the other was just a pet. Des wasn’t stupid, he knew others used their pets for these types of things and that they were considered trash, but he still didn’t want to hurt the other. It made him feel guilty that he was doing this, but he couldn’t help himself. The boy was addicted to the other now. It was rather odd but true.
The other’s clothes provided no resistance and fell apart easily. Des couldn’t help but touch the other’s bare skin. He lightly used his fingers to trace the other’s muscles and then decided to be rougher with the other. The boy proceeded to make his touches hard and demanding. The other’s heart was beating very fast and Des could feel it pounding when he touched the man. He was still on top of the other and he knew it’d be easy to do things do this man. After all, they were far enough away from the other rooms that no one would hear them and this person belonged to him. He wouldn’t be the one getting in trouble if anything happened, but still, he didn’t want that. But then…what did he want? He loosened his grip on the other and even though he was still straddling the other, he wasn’t putting much effort into restraining the other. He’d never asked himself what he wanted because it hadn’t mattered. He had never had a choice in anything. The boy blinked. There were…tears coming out of his eyes. He’d never cried before, yet there were tears falling down his face and he couldn’t understand why. Out of all the things, why were tears appearing?
He slid off the other and left him on the floor half dressed. The boy made his way to his bed and snuggled under the covers. He couldn’t make his eyes stop and he didn’t want Sho to see him this way. He made sure the covers hide everything and wasn’t sure whether he would be able to get out from under them any time soon. He was sure the other was angry. After all, he had left him half naked and aroused on the floor. But even though he knew that had been wrong, he didn’t care at the moment and was desperately trying to figure out what was wrong with him and why he was crying. He hadn’t cried before and hadn’t needed to be comforted. It was absurd that he should be in need of someone now. Actually, everything about this was really quite silly. He ignored the sting in his cheek and closed his eyes. Even through his clenched eyes, tears still fell. This was the worst. He had let his pet see him cry and hadn’t even been able to finish what he had started. It felt like he was a failure that couldn’t do anything right. Right now, all he wanted to do was cry.
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Post by Braise on May 28, 2006 8:58:34 GMT -5
He groaned, embarassed to find himself aching and eager for his masters touch. He'd never responded to anyone, not even the guards when they'd tried to do things to him when he'd first gone to In-Between. Des fingers had magic in them, he was sure. The boy stroked him so tenderly at first, sending his muscles quivering. He groaned, letting the other kiss him until he couldn't breath. The touches became rougher and Sho didn't complain. He was used to rough and Des was demanding so many things from him. He was sure he could go through with this if the other really wanted. He was aroused and ready below his master, shifting so Des would rub against him. That made him burn with liquid passion and he thrashed, fists locked around slender hips. He whimpered when Des pulled back and cracked open his eyes, startled to find his master crying. Crystal tears dripped down a peach face and he stilled, confused. Had he hurt the boy? That made him sorry..he hadn't meant to.
Des slipped off of him, leaving him heaving and with an obvious problem. The other just left, slipping onto the midnight bed he had seen a few minutes ago. He wasn't angry, just disappointed and hurt. Maybe it had been the others intention-to get him so excited and leave him like this as punishment. If so it was a cruel punishment. The vampire curled up, hiding his nakedness, trying to calm himself. After a minute, from which he successfully managed to push back his desire, he pulled himself up and crawled towards the bed. He still felt for his master, so he wasn't about to let him sit there and cry. Maybe the boys mother would, but Sho was a pet, and he was supposed to assure his masters happiness. Therfore, he kneeled by the bed. He remembered that he was not to talk unless spoken to so he merely whimpered, hand boldly reachign out to stroke over the lump of the cover where he was sure the boys head was.
Sho had never had much experience comforting someone and he was pretty sure Des was strong enough without him. However, he learned in In Between that everyone needed a little attention sometime. They needed a strong shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. He wasn't expecting it, the rush of compassion he felt for his tiny master, but he was there for the other to use-to talk to. He relaxed and continued his soothing strokes, urging his master not to cry, all the while biting his lip to stop from talking.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on May 28, 2006 20:54:03 GMT -5
He had expected the other to yell at him, scream and rant, but not comfort him. After all, he had simply left him on the floor to take care of himself after doing such things. Des felt bad for doing that, really did, but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t that he was trying to be mean or anything, he had just needed to get away for a second. But…it had come as a surprise that the other had come after him. He hadn’t thought the other would do something like that. After all, the other hadn’t seemed like the type of person that comforted others without being close to them. He had seen Sho as someone that didn’t give his affection to just anyone. He had thought the other hadn’t liked him or something. No one had ever come after him. When they’d seen he was sad or upset, they had never come after him. Only his father…but that person… That person was dead now. But Sho had come after him. The other had wanted to make him feel better and it only served to make Des cry even harder. He rubbed his eyes and felt the other’s warmth again as the man patted his head. It made his cheeks become red and he couldn’t help but lean into the touch. But…this wasn’t right…he was the one that was supposed to be making Sho weak, not the other way around. He wasn’t supposed to be the one that was getting controlled this way.
The boy slid out from under the covers and moved the other’s hand away. This person was getting too personal. Was it pity? Did this man pity him…or was it something more? He didn’t want the other to get close to him. He didn’t want this person to feel anything for him or anything like that. He was never going to become strong if he continued to cling to emotions this way. That’s why he had to push this person away now. He smirked again at the other before pulling him closer and crushing their lips together. The other was naked and still a bit hard, so it wouldn’t be much more before the man was all over him. He wanted this person to understand he didn’t feel anything but some lust. How much clearer could he make this that he was only using this person, nothing more. Sho wasn’t someone he was going to fall in love with. This wasn’t some cheesy romance novel, this was real life. In real life, you didn’t fall in love with someone like this. You didn’t love a slave, that’s what he’d been taught and that’s what he believed. The boy let the other be on top of him since it was easier to be in this position anyway. He released the other’s lips only to run his tongue on the man’s ear.
“F**k me,” he hissed. “Sho…just…f**k me raw and hard. A-Ah…just…ngh… It’s…an order…so…dammit just screw me.”
It didn’t matter if this person took away his purity or if the man treated him like a whore. That was what he wanted anyway, for this person to throw him away. It was better to have him ditch him now than later. Later always hurt more anyway. He preferred to have his heart broken now than later. Sho wouldn’t go against an order. The boy thrust his hips upwards and bit down on the man’s neck. He hadn’t been with anyone before, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew what he was supposed to do. Besides, the other wanted him too. He could tell Sho wanted him or else the other wouldn’t have reacted that way to his touches. This was as good as things got. This was the only way he’d get attention, so it was better to do this than to get into a huge mess. He clawed at the other’s back and mewed like a kitten. The boy was touching everywhere and making erotic sounds as he did so. This was his first time, but he wasn’t being shy about it at all. He wanted to touch everywhere and memorize the other’s body. He wanted to remember this even after it was over.
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Post by Braise on May 28, 2006 23:38:44 GMT -5
Sho stroked his masters head until the boy seemed to perk up. That made the vampire happy and he smiled softly, glad he could make the other feel better. He felt even better when the boy came out from under his covers, wiping away his tears. He pushed Sho's hand away, signalling that he was stronger now, didn't need his help. The vampire was just about to move away when he was given the most evil of smirks and pulled close. Once again, to his dismay, lips crushed his, a tongue forced so deeply into his mouth he almost choked. His hands clenched on the sheets and he let out a pained whimper. No...no! He couldn't do this.....Ice found its way between his ribs and stuck there, piercing him as Des maneuvered him on top. His body responded even if he didn't. He didn't want to be used like this. Des had stood up for him....walked away from this...now they were back to square one. Why? Why did the other insist on hurting him so? He could feel no compassion for him now, only a deep lust for his body. That made Sho shut his mind off from the onslaught. He bit his lip until it bled, trying not to moan. Des moved his mouth away to breath, giving Sho a minute before lips were against his ear, a tongue darting out to trace the shell. The boys order sent coldness crashing through him and he shuddered, wanting to cry out. Instead he steeled himself, eyes dead as he let the other use him. He was merely a filthy pet after all. What did he deserve from a master? Nothing...he deserved nothing. The other couldn't love him. He was a person with power, he could have anyone he wanted. When he found a nice girl to settle down with Sho would be naught but a distant memory. "Yes master," he spoke the words, throat raw as he stripped his charge. He, himself, was already naked, still hard but unwilling. Sho hid his face, letting his dark hair obscure his face as he sunk between his masters thighs. It was an order, he'd be punished if he didn't do it, probably beaten. He didn't want that. He didn't want to live with the memory of the boy inflicting his wrath. Sho was well versed on the finer parts of sex...he just didn't know how to go about it. He'd never had someone before so his master was his first, and most likely his last. He wouldn't let anyone touch him after this. It would hurt too much. The vampire bit back an argument and going against everything he'd ever believed, complied to his masters wish without a word. He sunk into the others body without preperation, without feeling. He was dead inside because not even on the outside would someone love him. The vampire was doomed to be alone. Strictly keeping his mouth away from Des' searching one he looked away, eyes focused on the wall as he moved. Sapphire melted to black as he tried not to feel pleasure from this. It wasn't him he was supposed to be pleasuring, but his master. He let out a few mewling groans, only because he couldn't stand the feeling building in him. He'd rather have the boy on better terms...maybe when he'd been a master himself. Not when he was nothing but a slave that didn't deserve to be given the time of day. Sho reached down and stimulated the boys erection. The other released faster than he had thought so he must've done good. Sho slowed his pace until he was no longer moving. He slipped out of the warm body, disgusted with himself, not even bothering to finish and let himself release. He moved away, crawling off the bed and sinking into a ball in the corner. He needed a shower..needed to wash away his feelings for the other, warm his frigid insides. He needed to scrub Des from his body so he wouldn't have to remember....wouldn't be haunted by what he'd just been forced to do. ((Sorry....it kinda sucked didn't it ^w^; )
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on May 29, 2006 22:30:32 GMT -5
That wasn’t what he had expected. Sure he had heard about sex before, but this wasn’t what he’d thought it’d end up feeling like. Right now, Des didn’t feel very good about himself. He had forced someone to do vulgar things with him and the other seemed so scared now. It hadn’t been right to do this; it hadn’t been right at all. Sho hadn’t wanted him, but the other had released inside him against his will. Now Des felt dirty and even though it was supposed to be a bad feeling, he liked it anyway. This was what he was supposed to feel like, dirty and like he was lower than trash. After all, that was what everyone thought of him and he was a f**ked up child anyway, so it didn’t matter. It was a new way of hurting himself. As long as he continued to feel pain and hurt himself, then he wouldn’t feel so guilty about all the other things he’d done and all the people he’d hurt. This was to ensure he was never loved. If he became something unclean and dirty, then no one would ever want him and no one would ever love him. The boy slid out of bed and walked across the room towards a door. He opened said door and stepped into the bathroom. He was glad he had his own private bathroom because he hadn’t wanted to walk a long distance.
The boy locked the door and stepped into the shower, turning on the freezing water at full blast. Everything had always felt like it’d been his fault. The death of his father, his family breaking up, and even his mother’s anger had all come back to him. That’s why he hated himself. And now, he hated himself even more. Sho wasn’t the one that had done anything; Des knew he was the slut here. After all, he had slept with the other as though it was nothing. Only a whore did things like that. Was this what he’d become now? It seemed like this. If he continued to hurt himself, maybe someone would notice he wasn’t really fine. But he wasn’t getting his hopes up that someone would give him attention. He didn’t deserve it anyway. Des picked up a sponge and scrubbed his skin until it turned pink. He was scrubbing so hard that he bled a little. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks. It was hard to keep quiet, but he didn’t want Sho to know he was crying, so he didn’t make a sound. All that could be heard was the sound of running water.
He only had to wait a little bit longer. He’d just keep having Sho hurt him until he felt so low and dirty that he couldn’t look into the mirror anymore. He’d let what was left of his heart get crushed until he bled all over the floor. He’d let this person tear him apart. It was odd that he had chosen this person, but he supposed that if there was anyone that could make him dead inside, it was Sho. After all, this person had been the only one to make him feel something, so it was only natural that this person would be the only one to hurt him so badly he wanted to die. He’d never tell Sho any of this, though. The other would continue to think he was a bastard and a bad master, but he wouldn’t care. It’d only help make his heart bled anyway. He wanted to be broken so badly that his whole insides would go numb and he’d never feel anything ever again. Perhaps he liked pain. It would make sense since he was always doing crazy stunts and getting into accidents. That must have been it, he was addicted to pain. It was the only thing that kept him going now. He stepped out of the shower and let the water go down the drain. There was a bit of blood in the tub, but it faded fast along with the water. He walked over to a rack and grabbed a towel. He used it to try his hair and body before taking some clothes off a shelf. He slipped into black pants and a black T-shirt before stepping back into the bedroom.
“Shower’s free,” he said simply. “You can use it and this room for tonight. I’ll be in another room today, I have some work to do.”
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Post by Braise on May 30, 2006 5:17:47 GMT -5
Sho lay in a shivering ball in the corner while his master went to get washed up. He didn't know what the other had been aiming for but he'd obviously not wanted love and gentleness. Under different circumstances, Sho would've felt privelaged to make love to the other. But the boy hadn't wanted him that way. He had wanted his body, the way he could be rough, only. There were no feelings for a mere slave and there never would be. The vampire used the wall to crouch, still disgusted with himself. He'd never do this again...never aquiese to Des orders if it involved..that. F**king him....that's what it had been and the vampire felt more than low. He had long passed the position of slave and right into scum that didn't deserve to live. Sho let his claws work at his leg in punishment, as he had done way back when he'd first come to the In Between. If hurting himself was the only way to counter the pain then he had to do it. He clutched the wall and watched long scratches appear there, all the way up to his thigh. He hid the bloody wound when he master came out, hardly looking at him when the other merely muttered that the shower was free.
The boy was going to leave him tonight. Let him lay in this room, a room where he'd been forced to take someone. It was the ultimate form of punishment and Sho scurried onto his feet, still naked and now bloody. His leg almost gave out but he made it, throwing the door closed behind him. He slipped unseeingly into the bathtub, turning the water on full force. He didn't care if it was hot or cold, he only wanted to get clean. Cleanse himself from the horrible experiences at In Between and now cleanse himself from the deep pain locked inside him, behind his icy walls.
Sho grabbed a rag and soap, lathering it before kneading at himself, scrubbing until his skin was red and raw. His nail bites burned something fierce and he scrubbed at his leg, watching blood rush to the surface and spill onto the floor. Beautiful....he deserved to bleed. The vampire licked dry lips and tossed the rag down, letting the bar of soap fall and switching off the shower. He shivered there for a moment, watching pink water, before pulling a towel around his body. He stepped out of the bathroom, not suprised to find it empty. There was no way he was putting on his clothes anymore. Des had shredded them with his touch. Moving back to his corner he slid down. He'd been so eager for a nice bed and here was one, just standing....waiting to be laid on. He couldn't do it. There he'd had Des, right on the edge. He couldn't sleep there now and not smell him-them-there together. Sighing he closed his eyes tiredly, hoping someone would care enough to bring him something to wear, too tired and emotionally scarred to car that he'd be aching when he got up in the morning to start on his first day of working.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on May 31, 2006 7:06:32 GMT -5
Morning didn’t bring much promise, but then again, it never did. At first, Des had been startled to wake up in a bed that wasn’t his, but he remembered that he had slept in one of the guest rooms to escape Sho. It made no sense for him to be the one afraid of seeing the other, but he was. At the moment, he didn’t want to see the other’s look of disgust or how Sho probably hated him right now. It felt as thought his heart would break. He smiled a little. His heart was already breaking. God he was so weak. Des had never realized just how fragile his feelings really were. This would probably help his cause. No matter what, Sho must always hate him. The boy slid out of bed and walked over to the restroom. All rooms had a restroom connected to them; it made things more convenient. Technically Sho was supposed to dress him, but he didn’t want the other to do that right now. He brushed his teeth and changed his clothes. He’d been known to switch rooms and thus, this room also had some of his belongings. The boy had slipped on a blood red T-shirt and black jeans. He hadn’t bothered to put on jeans socks, or even make-up, mostly because he didn’t keep any of these things in this bathroom. Lately, he hadn’t been in the mood to dress up like he usually did. Even so, he had always worn some kind of make-up, which is why it was rare to see him with nothing on his face. It was very early in the morning, but he’d always been an early riser. Sho was probably asleep, though. The other had had a rough night.
It had taken it’s toll on Des too. He felt sore in places he’d never felt sore in before and he limped a little as he walked towards the room he had left Sho in. When he reached the door, he took a deep breath to compose himself and make it seem like he wasn’t troubled by anything at all, even though he was seriously in pain. The boy opened the door quietly to make sure he didn’t wake the other if he was indeed asleep. He walked towards a drawer and pulled out the biggest clothes he could find. The other would need a toothbrush too and maybe his own room…though Des wanted them to share one. The boy rummaged through his closet when he couldn’t find some pants for the other. Everything he owned was too small. His waist was much thinner than Sho’s and the other was taller. It obviously wouldn’t work. He needed to find some boxers too. He reached out to pull out a pair of shorts that were too big to fit him, but would certainly fit his pet. Des walked back to the dresser and pulled out a pair of unused boxers. They’d been a gift from a relative. Socks and boxers, the gift that just keeps on giving. He looked at the bundle in his hands. He had a large T-shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of boxers.
That seemed to be all the other needed at the moment. He’d buy the man something later. He’d buy him lots of things as his way of saying sorry. Because those were words Des would never have the courage to say out loud. After all, that would ruin the point of all this. He couldn’t say those words. Even if the other hated him so much he wanted to kill him, he couldn’t say those words. Des silently put the clothes next to Sho so the other could change into them. He needed to get down to breakfast anyway. The boy left the room without another word and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. Maybe someday, Sho would forgive him. Once he had destroyed himself, maybe Sho wouldn’t be so mad at him anymore.
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Post by Braise on May 31, 2006 19:34:51 GMT -5
He awoke with a pounding in his head and a soreness in his abdomen. He hadn't let himself release last night and fighting it off had hurt his muscles. Stretching he looked around with bleary eyes. Des still wasn't here. Sho had half hoped he would come back in the night. He didn't feel safe here, only when he was around his master. Biting his lip he went to move, hand landing on a pile of clothes. Again he blinked, searching for a sign of the boy. There was none but the sight of the clothes. They smelled of his beautiful master and he found himself sniffing at them as he pulled them on. He had to make breakfast, right? And dress the other though it looked liek he wouldn't have to. Finally, dressed, he moved to tidy up the room a bit, changing sheets on the bed and making it. It didn't look so much like two people had, had sex on it so he felt better. His hair had dried funny and hung in rivulets around his face. He found a comb and combed the strands, finally moving from the room.
The vampire had no idea where the kitchen was. By the time he had managed to pry an answer from a servant girl, Des was already there, eating something. He kept his head bowed even if he was no longer angry or scared and moved to his side. A sandwich was hardly enough for his master to go to school on. "What do you want to eat? You need more than that to keep you healthy," he reasoned and moved to set the table quickly before starting on simple eggs and bacon.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 2, 2006 12:33:50 GMT -5
Des had been eating calmly when Sho had arrived into the kitchen. He had glared at the other as he entered the room and glared even more fiercely when the other had started acted friendly. This man was bent on ruining his plans, wasn’t he? You didn’t act this way around someone that had raped you. This wasn’t what Sho was supposed to do. The other was supposed to give him cold gazes and maybe even try to hurt him. That’s how it worked. It seemed Sho hadn’t gotten the memo, though because he just acted as though they were friends or something stupid like that. Des had never liked people making his food and he usually made his own. He didn’t even need Sho. His mother just needed an excuse to show off her wealth. There was really no use for the other since Des did things for himself. The only purpose Sho had now was to hurt Des. If the other acted this way, then he wasn’t trying hard enough. He stood up abruptly. The glass of orange juice shook and fell off the table, breaking into tiny little pieces. He let the sandwich in his hand drop to the ground before walking over the stove and turning off the fire. His hand clamped down on the other’s wrist. Sho was malnourished and weak. There was no way he could overpower Des as he was now. The boy pulled the other away from the stove and away from the kitchen. His mother had probably left for work by now and his siblings were off at school.
Des didn’t go to school; he had private tutors that taught him everything he needed to know. No one would really be around until later, so they were basically alone for the time being. There were maids, but they never said anything anyway. No matter what it was, they were sworn to silence. Des’ siblings had had their own share of incidents and no one had ever said anything about them. That’s why he wasn’t concerned about this at all. Before the other could protest, he had shoved him into a hall closet and closed the door behind them. It was rather cramped and the two were very close to each other now. Des pulled the other forward and crushed their lips together. The boy’s back was against the wall and he was pressed more and more against it as he pulled Sho forward. The other tasted sweet, he wasn’t going to deny that, but last night hadn’t been very satisfying at all. He had wanted more than just that. He wanted to hear the other call out his name and for the other’s semen to be in him. That’s why he had decided to do this. He was going to have the other do…those kinds of things with him again. He wasn’t sure how much farther he was going to take things this time, but he at least wanted the other to cum.
“You didn’t give me your best last night,” he laughed. “How mean. Let’s try again, shall we Sho? You can’t deny that you aren’t attracted to me. You’re such a damn whore. He he he… Is that what they taught you in that place? To become a whore? Because if you haven’t realized it by now, that’s what you are now, my whore. I’m your master now Sho, so you do as I say. Don’t think I like you or anything like that. You know as well as I do that just because we’re screwing doesn’t mean we have some sort of bond. I just needed someone to satisfy me.”
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Post by Braise on Jun 3, 2006 6:10:43 GMT -5
Sho had cracked the eggs into the pan and found he actually liked cooking. It calmed him and made it so he didn't have to think of anything, not even how his master had treated him last night. He wanted that to go away because he didn't want to think of it. He didn't want to hurt anymore like he had been doing in In Between. Sho just wanted to exist and not have his new master play with him likea toy. Because it hurt, more than anything, it hurt. The pain had washed over him in waves and even if he had been abused last night he could forgive and forget if the other would let him. Jumping at the sound of glass on the floor he half turned, eyes wide when he felt Des unforgiving grip on his arm. He was pulled away from the food he had been cooking, letting it in the pan to become a goopey mess.
Where was Des taking him now? He shuddered to know but followed the boy anyways, half falling as he tried to keep pace. He was hungry and tired and more than a little dizzy and Des pulling him along like this wasn't helping. Not even the guards had been like this. They wold beat and not feed, yes, but they never forced the pets to walk if they couldn't. And here he was, practically running down halls to follow his masters bidding. Wasn't he supposed to get him ready for the day? Feed him and the lot? Well Des was going to get him in trouble.
His eyes widened when he was forced into the closet, Des following behind until they were pressed together. Fear, or something just as cold clawed its way into his stomach and he glanced down at the boy. The same cold, manipulating eyes from last night stared up at him moments before he was pulled down, his trembling lips pressed to his masters. No...not again, please. He didn't want to do this again, not when he'd just gotten the smell and feel of the other scrubbed out of his body. He didn't need this. He wanted to hit and push the boy away but what good would that do? He'd get in trouble. He'd be beaten to within and inch of his life. No...wait, yes. That's what he needed. He needed to be beat so Des wouldn't do this anymore. He couldn't make a broken body work. The others words were hurting him, burning at his mind and toying with his fragile existance, his fragile ability to push his master away. He wasn't a whore! He wasn't.....he'd never agreed to this, hadn't wanted this. He just wanted to go about his business and have everyone forget he existed.
Whimpering and shaking his head he tried to pull away, tried to get himself out of the others grip. "Please...don't..don't do this," he was begging now. Where was the others mother? He needed to see her, wanted her to hit him for feeling so dirty. He was dirty, a filthy pet and Des was making him even more so. Sho struggled and fought and in the end, he lost. He was now on the closets floor, his master over him as the boy continued with his ministrations. He shut himself down, lay there for Des to whatever he pleased with his body. His mind was safe, see? He had it blocked off so no matter how much the other hurt him, he wouldn't have to think about it over and over. He hated how he responded automatically-how his body coursed with fire at the meerest of touches. Maybe he was a whore. It would explain why he wanted his master even when the other hurt him and tried to make him hate. Sho closed his sad, slit vampire eyes and tried to keep his focus off of what Des was doing to him.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 6, 2006 15:54:02 GMT -5
When he was with Sho, he hated himself even more. The other’s cries and please made him want to cry, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. After all, he wasn’t finished yet. He had already started this and he had to end it too. He wanted this person to hate him more than anything else. He wanted Sho to hurt him from the inside out and make the other use him like trash. Because he had known long ago that’s what he was. He had always been the type of person that had always been overlooked. The only person that had given him attention died and left him all alone. So he had looked for love in others. He had tried to reach his siblings and mother only to fail miserably. He had been all alone and sad. That’s why he knew he had to change. As he was, he would always be invisible. So he had become louder and darker. He had worn trashy clothes and done bad things. That’s how he had gotten attention. It didn’t matter that the attention had been bad or good because someone had been looking at him. So he had killed that quiet, shy boy he had been and become this. But living like this…maybe it had cost him his soul because now, he didn’t feel anything anymore. It was like he was empty inside. It felt like he wasn’t a real person anymore and all that was left was something empty. That’s why he wanted to destroy himself. He wanted to feel something, anything, even if it was pain.
It didn’t matter what he had to feel, just as long as it was something. He hated not being able to feel anything anymore and if he had to make himself hurt, then so be it. Des didn’t really want to hurt Sho too, but the other was the first to make him feel something. When he was with Sho, he felt his heart race and his mind become dizzy. It was something. The other made him feel something and he didn’t care what it was because he had felt something. He really was sorry. Even though the other wouldn’t believe him, he really was sorry that he had hurt him. But when he did this, he made himself dirtier. When he hurt Sho, he felt like the real whore because he knew he was. That’s why it was necessary to also hurt Sho. He couldn’t say he was sorry, though. There were lots of things he wanted to tell the other, but he couldn’t find the right words. It was alright, though. He didn’t want the other to see how pathetic he was anyway. The other didn’t need to see that. The other didn’t need to see that deep down; he was really just scared and useless.
That’s why he was glad it was dark as he pushed the other against the floor. If the other could see his expression, he couldn’t take it. The boy tugged on the other’s shorts and pulled them down. He could see that his touches were already affecting the other and making him flushed. The boy slowly slid down the boxers the other was wearing and pulled them so that they were around the other’s ankles much like his shorts. He could see the throbbing organ in-between the other’s legs and even though he hated having to do this, he knew it had to be done. Before the other could protest anymore, he took the other in his mouth. It had to be done he supposed. Even though he wanted to kill himself now for doing this, it was hat he had to do in order to make this person kill him. Maybe once they were both destroyed, he could apologize without regrets. Maybe once he was broken enough, he wouldn’t feel so bad for doing this sort of thing to Sho and making the other feel this way.
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