Extemporé

Sooo... here is chapter one. :3 Please, please keep in mind me extreme n00bism here, heh. I really hope SOMEONE likes this story... lol... I mean well, I like it. But it\'d be nice to know that I\'m not a complete failure at this. OH. And before you read the first few chapters and say \'wtf this is stupid\' ... I DO have a plot. It\'s just... not evident in the story yet. ^^; I also really start to put effort into it around chapter 4//5. So, uh, enjoy? :l

Also this first chapter is a little weird because... A. it\'s yaoi. Does it HAVE to make sense? and B. because I couldn\'t think of anything else. ~_~ Import from Japan, okay? They have everything there.

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Ch 1. Pourquoi...

“No… nothing covering your pretty mouth. I want to hear every gasp, moan, cry, and sob out of you of how sorry you are,” Quinn’s voice came to Henn’s ears; cold, unloving, unforgiving. He could barely move, what with his arms completely tied behind his back and his ankles spread and tethered down, knees slightly apart. What time was it? He shifted as much as he could to try and see out the window. Dark.. It was dark. Nighttime. And he was so cold. Clothes… please give me back my clothes. He really wasn’t sure what was going on. What had he done? Quinn never, ever acted like this… He didn’t even know who Quinn was right now… certainly not the person he fell in love with. He jumped as Quinn’s face was suddenly right in front of his; as if he had read his thoughts, wanting to prove to him that yes, it is I. Surprise. Henn found himself unable to not stare into the beautiful eyes that were before him. Even now they radiated perfection. They weren’t as bright as his, but they held an undying light of love and dedication that always captivated him; left him speechless and even more in love with him than he ever had been before. But not tonight… not now… Quinn’s normally vivid green eyes were steely with hatred and anger. Henn couldn’t help himself as he let out a frightened whimper. He was scared… Quinn was his god. His protector. His love. What had he done to send himself into hell? A sick grin came to Quinn’s face, a hand reaching out to caress Henn’s cheek. His touch was like ice.
“Come now, mon amour…” he crooned softly to him. “You know this is what you deserve. So just sit and enjoy it. Like you used to. Enjoy the pain you’ve worked so hard to earn.” No sooner had the words left his mouth did Henn feel something sliding across his ankles. It was long, tendril-like… slick. He let out a soft shudder and gasp as it drew closer to a sensitive area, just under his tail. It was so warm… s-so… He let out a sharp, loud whine as he felt the tendril enter him, instinctively trying to lurch forward to escape; and instead falling forward onto the floor, his forehead making contact with a sickening crack. The least of his worries. Where had this… tendril-thing come from…? He had lived in this house for almost a year now, and he had never known anything like this to exist. Maybe it was… magic? A hallucination! But hallucinations never hurt this badly… There had to be a logical explanation. After all, how often was it that something like this happen? Eugh. It was leaking something into him… he could feel it. Hot. Sticky. Gross. It pulled out a little, eliciting a small gasp. Why… why… The thing came back again, pushing forward with such force he wanted to gag. No god… please… But he deserved it, right? He found himself unable to help his moan as the thing came and went again, Henn barely able to keep a breath in his lungs long before it was expended on a gasp or sob. Oh god… too deep… He felt a scream try to force itself out of his mouth as he was pulled upright, forced to sit back on his heels, the tendril still moving to and fro cheerfully as if oblivious to his pain. His eyes were brimmed with tears.
“What’s the matter, love?” Quinn asked innocently, petting Henn’s black and dark red, almost blood-coloured hair while he gasped and writhed. “Not intense enough for you? You’re not making any pretty noises. I’d do this myself but I think my friend can do it so much better…” With that, he threw him forward again. A broken sob was heard as the tendril thickened, writhing in him a bit more eagerly than it had been before.
“P-p-pl-plea-ease…” Henn finally managed to gasp. “M-ma-ake it s…st… sto -- ahh…” Every wave produced more of its sticky substance. Too much… He felt it coursing around inside of him. Oh god stop… A shuddering moan reared its ugly head as the tendril forced its way in again, deep.
“O-oh g-g-god… I-I’m… I’m g-g-go-gonna…” He felt a hand on the back of his head.
“No, you’re not,” Quinn advised quietly. Tears poured down Henn’s cheeks, his eyes widened.
“Wh… wha… wha -- aahhh…” he stuttered and whined, biting his lower lip to stop the moan. He felt it. He couldn’t stop it. He wouldn’t be able to. It hurt…
“You’re not going to. End of story. Or do I need to remind you of what is dangling at your throat?” Henn couldn’t believe his ears. Then again, when had anything tonight been believable. The hand left and he was again alone with the monster. It felt like it was in his stomach somewhere. He felt it swelling again. No… no more… He gagged. Choking.. He felt as if he were choking. Please… please… he didn’t even feel anything reaching across his back. But a split second later, white-hot ripped through him, causing him to bolt upright, his back fully arched, his eyes glassy and full of quickly spilling tears. His collar… Oh god not his collar. If he wasn’t going to before, he most certainly was going to now.
“I’m… g-g-gonna… ahhh…” he cried, panting, his whole body rocking with tremors. The monster knew his weakness. He was going to… he couldn’t stop it… He continued to tremble and gasp and hold it the best he could. Quinn was right, though… He was the one with the tag, after all. There were orders to be obeyed. But he still didn’t know what he had done to earn such hatred and such a punishment. The tendril at his collar was running around just under the edge. But… what…? He felt… a fingernail. Quinn had… Quinn was… tormenting him himself, now. Henn let out a shuddering sob. Everything he knew and loved was falling apart.
“I-I-I-I’m…” he whined, panting.
“You can’t.
“I-I c-can’t st-sto-stop-p… ahhahh…”
“Stop it anyway.” Henn writhed and cried out as Quinn rubbed under his collar with an additional finger.
“Wh-wh… why… a-are y-you d-d-do-doing th-this… t-to m-me…?” he sobbed, feeling so overwhelmed that he wasn’t even on his knees anymore. In the mix of rough(but only traceable) pleasure and more noticeable agony, he had crumbled to his side. The tendril was still at it, Henn letting out minor gasps, whines, and moans as it did its job. The combination of that and the collar attention was too much for him.
“Because I love you, Henn.”
“I-I’m s-s-so-sorry…” Henn moaned. He couldn’t… it was…
“Let it go, Henn,” Quinn whispered quietly. The last thing Henn remembered was passing out.