Narrative of Soul Against Soul

hello again! warning time... SLASH!! dont like it?? dont read it. oh and a bit of het, but that's boring so who cares. this fic contains a bit of smut along with cross dressing, sub/dom play, and reference to various illicit substances used for the betterment of consciousness. Confused? Ask a hooker or befriend a dictionary.

I'll be alternating between Josh's and Render's points of view. If you think it's absolutely terrible, I'll switch to solely one or the other.

AFI's title, my characters. enjoy!

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CH 2 : To Discoveries
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I could only shake my head. I noticed the Matthews kid following me two months ago. As I stood from the table, I couldn’t help but think that today was the day that Matthews would either beat me up or ask me out. I was sure though that even Matthews didn’t know what he wanted.

I walked out to the football knowing that Matthews was likely a step behind me. Every day, he’d stay marginally behind, watch me from the opposite bleachers then scamper away as Rage showed up. Kaylee was worried. Rage and his right hand man, Ziptie, thought it was hilarious. They wagered Matthews to be gay, and be holding some unknown crush. I had to basically agree.

I slipped a note into Ziptie’s locker and listen Matthews’ confused pause. “Poor kid,” I muttered to myself exiting the door to the tunnel. Maybe, I should just wait here for him, you know, slam him to the wall and give him a good blowjob. Matthews was pretty cute. Josh, I think his first name was. He looked the part of the hardcore kid pre-mosh pit without any of the sexy bravado. Almost tight jeans, various fitted hardcore band tees, skate shoes and flat rim fitted hats created the perfect mirage, which obviously didn’t match his personality. Still, he looked it while maintaining an overwhelming innocence along with a short, stocky, muscular build. I couldn’t disagree with the mirage no matter how misrepresentational it was. I had more than a few fantasies about the short virgin. I mean, he was hot and stalking me. I was definately entitled.

I had strolled a quarter way down the football tunnel when Matthews left the locker room. I purposely lengthened my stride rolling my hips with each step. My little skirt flipped up sluttily with every step. Again, Matthews’ steps faltered to a halt. This time, I knew, wasn’t from confusion. I allowed myself a satisfied look. He was definitely gay.

I quickened my pace to suppress the urge to turn and molest thusly. I got to my normal spot and released a breath I didn’t know that I held. Four months had passed since my last fling. I couldn’t help it if the idea of getting the small, thickly muscled body to submit to my every will, including fucking me to a pulp at my command, made me hot. It was hot…damn hot. As I pulled myself from my stream of fantasies, Matthews stepped on to the edge of the field. He appeared intent on something so I just closed my eyes and calmed my breathing. Looked like I needed to kick his ass instead of letting him fuck mine. Lame.

My eyes snapped open at the sexiest little groan. Matthews was pinned my Rage’s powerful voice. Rage whispered wickedly into the scared kid’s ear. Poor Matthews looked like he might cream his pants. Rage secreted all sex and intimidation so the look of sheer terror and arousal on Matthews’ face was the normal reaction to Rage. I stood and made my way closer hoping to hear one of the kids noises again. They were so sacrificial virgin.

I thought my prayers were answered as Rage’s metal skewered tongue skimmed Matthews’ ear, but all I was rewarded was a look of shame and orgasmic bliss that crossed his face. I wished Rage’s thick black hair wasn’t blocking what he was saying, but more than anything I pitied the guy. He didn’t even know what got him hot. Before I could push a few buttons, he bolted. Rage just laughed throwing an arm around me. Trauma came out of the tunnel just as Matthews’ raced back in. Trauma and I locked eyes; she turned and followed him. She had been counter stalking Matthews’ for me in return for my orchestrating a date with Zip for her. Though she dressed like highlighter, Trauma could follow anyone unnoticed.

Rage strolled over to our spot under the bleachers, kissing a spot on my neck as he passed me. I shivered harshly. Damnit! I ran after him, “Rage! What was that about?”

He flopped to the ground heavily, digging through his pants for his cigarette case. “You wanna deflower him?”

“Who?” Everyone thought Rage was telepathic, but I never believed it, but I knew I wasn’t that obvious when I wanted someone. Subtle and sexy were my game.

“Don’t play that game, Renny. I knew you when you dressed like a boy. How long ago was that? Second grade?” Rage flipped his green-grey eyes up at me as he lit his hand-rolled cigarette. His cheeks concaved as he blew out a thin line of smoke. “I was your first boy, baby.” Metal flashed as he licked his lips. “Don’t think I don’t you that look.”

I stared as Rage continued to smoke seemingly unaware of my lack of response. I tore my eyes away as I heard Kaylee approaching with Ziptie and Jakob in tow.

Kaylee leaped on my back, “Renny! How’s life?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but Rage got there first, “Stalker bro almost made his move today, but I gave him the boner of his life, and he darted.”

Kaylee hopped down and spun me to face her. She surveyed my face as if it would tell her something Rage hadn’t. “Did he pull something?”

I laughed a little. Kaylee’s fluorescent orange hair in its big ringlet curls with her dark brown eyes and thick black make-up created a strange picture when concern coated her face. I placed my hands on her shoulders before pulling her into a hug.

“I took care of everything, darling.” Rage interjected.

She pulled back and smiled before she went to cuddle up to Jakob. They weren’t dating. Kaylee just loved caring for people, Jakob loved being taken care of and they both loved sex. It was actually the most perfect relationship I’d ever seen.

“Where’s Trauma?” Ziptie piped in looking to me.

“Following the stalker.” Rage answered, flicking his cigarette butt and handing Ziptie some rolling papers. Jakob and Ziptie had been shaving off bits of their product. It was dumb, but we profited so no objections.

“This one time, Rage, I had a mind of my own and could answer my own questions.” I was starting to get pissed off.

Rage just smirked, “Good thing that never happened.” I couldn’t retort because Zip forcing thrust the blunt into my hand. I took a short puff and passed it to Kaylee. Zip was the only one who knew Rage's and my history. He wouldn’t let it get aired in front of the others. A few other punks, goths and Juggalos wandered to the spot, lighting and rolling and popping various substances. I stuck to our personal blunt. I didn't trust all of them. Hell, I didn't even trust Rage sometimes. I dazed out a bit before Kaylee gave me a serious look. Jakob was tweaking.

In my altered state, it was difficult not to laugh. Jakob was nineteen, five foot one, had a green Mohawk and various tattoos littering his body. He resembled twelve-year-old that had had a terrible crayon accident. He acted like it too. Really, Jakob consumed a few too many drug cocktails, and tended to tweak out about once a week. His tweaking was a strange thing. Jake would revert to about a sixth grader and ramble about nonsense.

He giggled in a frightening way, “I found it, Renny. Renny will love me for finding all of his shit.” Kaylee held his hand and glared at me. Jake was the third leg of Rage’s and my childhood. Jake had started drugs back when Rage and I had started men. Instead of being shocked at our coming out in middle school, Jakob forced himself into our friendship shaping a familial bond with us without knowing us well.

“Jakob, darling, of course Renny loves you what did you take?” Kaylee questioned softly.

Jake shook his head furiously, “Can’t tell. Renny hates when people violate privacy. Renny won’t tell my lots and I’m his little brother.” Did I mention Jakob was older than me?

I intervened running my hand through Jakob unspiked green hair. It was surprisingly soft. “Baby, you can tell everyone this. I promise I won’t be mad.”

Jakob crawled away from Kaylee to curl up in my lap. “I love my Renny.”

Kaylee was trying to kill me with her eyes. I just shrugged. “And I adore you Jakob, but I need to know what’s going on.”

“He wants you so bad, Ren. He’s in love, but he can’t take my Renny. Brothers love each other.”

“Who?”

“But he could take you, Renny. He’s my size and Renny likes his boys small.”

Rage let out a smug laugh. I ignored him. “Jakey, who is it?”

Jakob snuggled his face into my neck, murmuring, “Matthews doesn’t lock his locker well.” He bounced off my lap to crouch in front of Rage. “So many notebooks. They said subjects on the outside, but were full of Renny. Renny hates people violating his privacy. Jakey did good.” Jakob smiled triumphantly.

I hoped Rage would help but Rage and Ziptie just laughed. I bristled. “Where are they now, Jake?”

“I don’t think Render wants you to go that far to protect his privacy,” Kaylee voiced slowly.

“No!” Jakob screamed, turning sharply to me. “I did good, didn’t I, Renny?”

“Yes, darling, but I need to know where you put it all so I can throw it all way.”

Jakob crawled back over to his forgotten bag and pulled out a key, which he presented proudly. “Locker 381 in the boys’ locker room.” Jakob beamed.

I took the key, “Thank you, baby. You did good.”

Jakob crawled back to Kaylee, laying his head in her lap. “See,” he whispered smugly, “Told you, Renny would be happy with me.” He drifted off. I glanced at my cell phone. Eight minutes left of lunch and five minutes after that until the last classes of the day started. So, I had very little time to get this kid’s stuff, find him and return it all to him before classes. I grabbed my mini-backpack and stood to leave smiling at Kaylee and Ziptie.

“Don’t fuck him too hard,” Rage yelled at my back catching everyone’s attention, “He is a virgin.” Rage’s laugh echoed above the other’s misunderstanding ones. I continued on unruffled. I had shit to do, and Rage’s jealousy was no concern of mine.

I counted through the lockers easily finding 381. It was one of the few full-length lockers. I pulled the key out of my backpack’s front pocket, unlocking the padlock. As I opened the door, I stared slack jawed.

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Dun dun dun. teehee. I'm trying for the third chapter later today.

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