Blood Red Rose

A/N: alrighty, here's the second chapter! Thanks again to my awesome beta, kareabookworm for taking the time to proof this.

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“AAAhh! Yes! Harder! PLEASE!” Pleasurable moans and a few ambiguous screams echoed throughout the second floor bathroom. It was a wonder no one seemed to hear them. Or maybe they were just used to it. After all, the sound of an incubus getting fucked by a werewolf was nothing new.

Ally, a petite blond with blue eyes, was pinned against the sink by Roscow, a werewolf more than twice his size. Roscow had a very tight grip on the boy’s hips, hampering Ally’s movement and causing the sex demon intense frustration, along with a nice set of bruises. The teenager didn’t mind all that much; they would disappear fast enough, and sexual frustration, combined with a bit of pain, always made the orgasm that much more intense.

That was, of course, the reason why Ally tolerated the abuse. Well, more like enjoyed it really. Although, Ally would be very appreciative should Roscow decide sex could be rough and pleasurable without a gory mess of blood, semen, and sweat, but well… the sex demon knew better than to question the werewolf. Still, he did really like to be clean… The thoughts slipped from his mind and his head jerked back as the creature’s cock pounded viciously into his prostate. His own untouched dick shuddered, craving for attention.

“Please, Roscow, I’m begging you, touch me… let me come, please!! Ahhh!” Predictably, the gruff werewolf ignored the plea; busy as he was preparing his own orgasm. Still, the boy underneath him writhed in pleasure, his skin covered in goose bumps. Lowering his head, whimpers escaping his clenched teeth, and his cock twitching, he prayed that for once, just this one time, the werewolf would let him come. Ally had considered jerking off, but given the results from the last time he’d tried that, he’d eventually abandoned the idea.

He couldn’t quite remember what had happened, concentrating as he was on positioning his hips at just the right angle (and being frustrated in his efforts by the werewolf’s grip on his hips), but he knew the result had been bad… something about a broken… something… “Hmmm… Roscow… so good… please…. right… There!! Aaahh!”

Gradually, the speed and force of the thrusts increased, with the werewolf’s huge dick penetrating deeper and deeper as he neared his orgasm. Even though Roscow could feel the incubus’ anus was tearing, he was hitting all the right spots in his quest for release and he knew it. Either way, the incubus’ pleasure was of no consequence to him; what he was after was the tight squeeze his cock got every time it hit the boy’s prostate.

It hadn’t taken the werewolf long to realise that the more sexually frustrated the incubus was, the tighter his ass became. With friction at its maximum, the creature impaled himself over and over inside the boy, practically to his stomach. It was pure bliss for both partners. Suddenly, the creature stopped moving and shuddered in pleasure, jerking his head back. White hot liquid shot from his cock inside the incubus. Eyes closed, he stayed still for a few seconds, then slipped his dick out of the boy’s body. He slapped it a few times on the sex demon’s ass to shake off the last of the semen, and zipped his pants up.
Stretching his back and arms, the werewolf walked away, slamming the bathroom door, as the incubus slithered boneless to the floor.

Left alone and quivering, the boy curses sending his painfully erect organ a distressed look.
“Enjoy the show?” Ally asked with a raspy voice, hoarse from moans and screams, a lewd smirk appearing on his face.
“Not particularly… I’m not exactly into this sort of rough play…” A boy, about 5’9”, with red eyes and silver hair answered nonchalantly as he exited the stall he’d been patiently waiting in for the werewolf to finish his tryst. Fortunately, though the beast may have been rough, it didn’t last very long and that was all that mattered to the vampire.
“You are such a prude Sasha… hm…” Ally’s eyes rolled. “Would it be too much to ask for you to help me out here?”

Sasha sighed before reluctantly complying with his companion’s demand. Coming closer, he squatted down and began rhythmically pumping on the boy’s shaft, paying particular attention to its slit.

“Hmmm…” Ally moaned. “Ah! You’re…hmm… pretty good at this… hmmm… ah!” The incubus’ back arched just as his cum surged. Rolling his eyes, Sasha stood up and washed his hands, as Ally basked in the afterglow of his intense, though somewhat unsatisfying orgasm.

“That bastard is such a fucking cheap shot… Selfish prick. You’d think that for once…” The incubus mumbled, eyes still glazed, but slowly recovering their usual light blue hue.

“You, on the other hand, are a good Samaritan aren’t you Sasha?” Timothy humorously asked as he stepped inside the bathroom.
“It’s funny because, every Tuesday during the morning break, this area of the school seems to suddenly clear out. Now, I can’t quite tell if that has to do with Roscow’s presence or with yours…”
“Well.” The incubus leered seductively at the seer’s teasing look. “Wouldn’t you like to know…”
Sasha laughed, but stopped as he noticed the human’s bloody hand. “What happened to your hand?”

Timothy shrugged, before washing the blood off completely and drying his hand off with a towel. What looked like a pretty deep cut ran through his palm. “Believe it or not, I tripped on my way here.”

“Are you serious? You risk you life daily in this school fighting off werewolves, vampires, monsters of all kind, and you get hurt… tripping on your way here? … Why am I not surprised?” Shaking his head at Timothy’s clumsiness, and sticking his tongue out at the human’s responding glare, Ally rinsed his hands and face, washing away the remains of his recent activities. Whatever bruises he had incurred had already healed and the fresh change of clothes he always carried around had been docked.

Incubi had a rather deceptive social position in the school hierarchy. Although worthless, they were valued as effective tools for ‘relieving sexual tension’. The agreement seemed to please all parties as the incubi were happy to provide the sex they needed for survival, the gangs were pleased to have willing sexual outlets that didn’t break no matter how hard they hit, and the rest of the population, whether student or faculty, was reassured to see the number of rapes and sexual assaults dramatically decrease as the incubi population increased.

Furthermore, no matter how pathetic one might consider sex demons to be, they had very effective ways of getting their messages across. One such message was that non-consensual sex was not tolerated. If they didn’t want sex with someone, they didn’t give it. And if that someone went to get it somewhere else, and that it so happened his partner wasn’t entirely willing, that someone would never show up to school with head up high, ever again.

Timothy and Sasha eventually left the bathroom, but Ally stayed behind to perfect his appearance. Looking cute and innocent was his trademark and he wasn’t about to let one very rough bout of sex ruin that. As he tried to clear the rather obvious flush from his features, the other two boys walked over to their first class, arriving just as the first students were coming in. Both had learned early on that the trick to survive in the Academy was to avoid attracting attention.

Saint Augustine’s was one of the numerous places where being a sheep paid off. In a rare show of group solidarity, the non-gang student body tended to constantly stick together. Public places were safe-havens given that overt violence was extremely rare on school grounds. It was each worthless’ duty to stay together and create the largest mass of beings possible, as numbers was their greatest strength.

Hence, the class filled up very quickly, as the students poured in one after the other. Timothy sat near the window and Sasha next to him. Their first class of the day was history, with professor Prudhom, one of the most boring professors on the faculty. The man was scared of his shadow and seemed to be afflicted with a permanent shiver. His eyes would dart back and forth constantly; and every time a student – most often gang members – got a bit too rowdy, he would discreetly edge towards the door. The constant interruptions in his lectures made the class very hard to follow and Timothy preferred to spend this valuable time constructively, through thinking.

His last journey to the city library had been useless. Sure, his last episode had been a short while ago, thus giving a downtime before his next, but they had seem to come in at shorter intervals lately and he didn’t want to take too many risks. Either way, to satisfy his own curiosity and answer his many questions about himself, that information was crucial.

Corrupted seers… Why was it so hard to find out more? Certainly, there seemed to be little to learn about corrupted beings all together (they were not exactly loved), but this was becoming absurd.

Still, in one of the library books he’d checked, there’d been a reference which seemed like it might have valuable information. Unfortunately, when he’d asked the librarian for the book, other than the questioning, distrustful glare he’d received, he’d also found out the book was in the restricted section of Saint Augustine’s library.

Apparently the Academy was host to one of the largest occult collection of books and artefacts in the region. Students of course were explicitly forbidden from entering the premises; there were thus a number of guardians and spells to protect the library from unwanted visitors. There were even some rumours about a demon clan serving as guards, but that seemed fairly unrealistic. Why would demons, superior beings, lower themselves to babysitting books?

Still, that didn’t mean he shouldn’t be careful. But, with the right contacts, Timothy knew he wouldn’t even have to sneak into the library, or find out who the guards were… There weren’t many ghosts on campus; actually there were practically none. But they were more prone to come around at night and prowl for whatever shiny things students had left behind during the day. He had a particularly shiny bauble he’d gotten in an antique store (originally bought to bribe Claudette if necessary) he could use and attract the old man from the cemetery. Surely he’d be willing to take the ring in exchange for getting Timothy his book…

The seer wasn’t quite certain, but his last interactions with Sid had left him feeling like the dead priest was bored and missed his living days as a missionary. He was constantly reminiscing about his heroic achievements in this or that jungle; discovering this or that magical cave. The human was certain the old man would enjoy the challenge. It was like a spy mission, only it wouldn’t be nearly as hard or dangerous (the man was a ghost after all; spells didn’t affect him unless done by necromancers, and there weren’t any on campus).

Of course, it would mean he’d have to stay in school after class ‘to study’. He could simply say he had an essay due the next day and it’s not like the attendant would know he’d finished it the previous week. After that, he’d sneak into the 5th floor bathroom, which for some reason was always empty. Rumour was, there was a ghost.

It was just a rumour; he’d checked, but either way he didn’t mind. Ghosts freaked other people out because they couldn’t see them, but that was one problem Timothy didn’t have. If he left the golden ring near the windowsill, the old man would surely notice it and drop by.

Just as he was about to finalise his plan, the boy’s gaze fell on an unknown mop of curly black hair in the front row.

Given the daily risks he incurred by attending classes, Timothy had become adept at knowing and noticing every one in the school. He knew all the students and faculty by name, or if not, then he at least he knew enough about them to define them as friend or foe.

This particular mop of black hair did not ring a bell. This meant there was a new student in his grade. He shouldn’t have been surprised the teacher hadn’t introduced him; after all, Prudhom had so little control over his students, something as banal as introducing someone new could start a riot.

Technically it was the Student Council’s job to deal with the student body and basically with all else in the school. Teachers were there to teach and nothing else, while the administration had some leeway in the way they ran things; but if the S.C. disagreed with a school policy, there was little chance the policy would last. They also served as intermediaries between the gangs and the rest of the school; overseeing gang disputes and limiting potential damage to the Academy and its image.

They weren’t enemies of the worthless, but they certainly weren’t friends. The worthless weren’t too angry with this situation though; they knew what happened to Council members who openly tried to help them. Body parts of the previous secretary of the treasury had been showing up in bathroom stalls and near bushes in the courtyard up until a few months ago. Colton had ‘disappeared’ more than 2 years before.

As the bell rang, Sasha tapped Timothy’s shoulder. The seer got up and silently fell into step with Sasha. As they passed by the new kid (obviously a human), they immediately flanked him, dragging the boy with them out of the classroom.

“Hey, I’m Timothy, and this is Sasha. Look, I know you’re new here, but there are some essential rules to follow if you want to survive.” The human stopped snarling and stared at the seer in confusion. “First and foremost, no matter what, go with the flow. If people leave, you leave. If they sit, you sit. And whatever the Student Council told you, this place isn’t safe. There haven’t been just a few ‘isolated incidents’. Violence is everywhere; especially where you can’t see it.”

Timothy quirked an eyebrow as the boy’s expression changed from confusion and anger to bemusement.
“Huh… Thanks… I guess? I’m Roy. Nice to meet you both. Where…”

“Your next class in Magic Theory, right?” The vampire, quiet up till now, interrupted, making both of his companions jerk. “That’s where we’re headed, so just come along and we’ll show you.”
A slight smirk on the creature’s face had Tim rolling his eyes. For some reason, Sasha enjoyed being unpredictable and scaring the shit out of other people in the most non-threatening ways. Most times it was funny. Sometimes… it was creepy.

“Since you’re human… you can… potentially… join the human clan. You’d need to find their recruiting branch and ask for the Initiation procedures. If you pass, you’ll join their ranks.”

Tim supposed it was nice of the vampire to warn the kid, but given his looks… he didn’t stand much chance. Nothing about Roy screamed danger even though he was taller than both of them and seemed to have quite a nice build.

“Uh… I… don’t think I want to do that right now…” The new kid stated, confusion on his features.
“Good answer… Because if you fail… supposing you survive, you’ll become the prime victims of their taunts and ‘tricks’ and trust me; you don’t want that.”

A crease crept on Timothy forehead as he snuck a quick side glance towards the new boy. ‘Wonders never cease… We just told him this school was a nightmare and that his only assured means of survival was to become part of a gang he has no chance of joining… and yet the kid doesn’t even flinch… Well, he might have been raised in a bad neighbourhood. That would explain a lot…’

“Well then, until you do (if ever) decide to join them, you’re one of us! Welcome to St Augustine; Roy, you are now worthless.”
Sasha winked at the (finally) dumbstruck boy, as all three walked into the R. A. Fletcher Auditorium for their Magic Theory class.