Red Yellow Green

A.N. So here is the third update!!! Just wanna thank Steph8503 AND Morii for the reviews.
NOW...I had an Idea. I did my own reseach for the toys that Roh and Rebel use, but my thought was...if there is a Toy or something that you want to see done. Review and me and my cohort will make a chapter out of it, just gotta give us time.

So review and post your own ideas.

Make me smile.


Chapter 3
Scream for me Lover


“There’s no game this time, Rebel…” Roh murmured, laying on his side with the remote in his hand. He watched the redhead writhe and wanted badly to touch him, but couldn’t, it wasn’t time yet.

He ran his thumb over the dial and upped the intensity of the vibrations to ‘medium’, feeling like he was the world’s luckiest man to have such a Lover as Rebel, who dealt with his twisted kinks with stride and even enjoyed most of them.

“Better than the games, right Rebel?” He purred and leaned in to kiss the redhead, pulling away just before their lips touched to aggravate the man further.

He was willing to unstrap Rebel and finish their act when the man was near the top, knowing how much the redhead enjoyed Roh inside of him.

How he wanted to just throw off the toys and take him.

This was torture for the King too.

Stubborn that has to be the only word that could describe the red head, that and stupid. As soon as Roh leaned in to kiss him only to pull back, Rebel growled both out of frustration and out of anger.

He forced himself to stop moving, to stop showing Roh that he was enjoying what the NightMare had done, he wasn’t only enjoying it, but he was getting tortured by it, to be kept at the moment of orgasm only to have it withheld was torture, a sweet torture, but torture nonetheless.

His chest heaved and his breathing was audible throughout the room, but he still had to antagonize his Lover. “This…all you got?” He sneered, a smirk coming briefly to his face before it faded as he forced himself to hold still again, not allowing his hips to jerk, or his back to arch like he did previously.

This wasn’t a game…it was a competition to see who would cave first.

And Rebel didn’t want to lose.

“What happened the last time you asked that, Rebel?” The King purred viciously, teeth bared in a hungry smile at the young man. Albeit hungry for Rebel, who was so very delicious in his stubbornness.

He was still wrong.

It wasn’t a competition; Roh would be playing fair if it was.

This really was a game.

One of his mind games.

Roh wanted Rebel to think he was trying to get him to cave to the pleasure, when really he was toying with the redhead, trying to get him to think that.

So far it was working.

But, he’d neglect telling his Lover that for a little while longer. He wanted to hear him SCREAM.

And he clicked the vibrator up to ‘high’.

As soon as the vibrator was turned up again, Rebel couldn’t stop his hips from arching off the bed, seeking an end to the torture. His eyes screwed shut as he bit down on his lower lips –hard- causing a new trickle of blood to move down his chin.

He refused to make noise, he refused….

But that didn’t mean that he was able to stop himself from writhing on the bed in a mixture of ecstasy and frustration. He didn’t care that Roh was watching him move, watching him throw his head back with his teeth still embedded in his lip, watching him press his feet in the bed to try and remove the straps that were holding the vibrator in place. He didn’t care that he was harder then he had ever been before, his erection to the point of where it was almost resting on his stomach, he didn’t care.

He was trying not to make noise, but soon a broken moan escaped his throat as he fought against the restraints unconsciously. The muscles in his arms bulging as he sought to break the straps, the straps had started to cut into flesh as he continued to move, but he didn’t feel it.

Slowly the noises that he was making got steadily louder and louder, and closer together. His body was at the point of where his orgasm was right there but he couldn’t have it. His body was glistening with sweat, all it would take now was the right touch in the right area and Roh would have his scream.

Roh leaned over Rebel with a concerned look in his eyes as the young man seizured on the cushions. Worried over how the redhead was straining against his bonds, Roh was kind enough to start breaking the equipment down, starting with the cage and rod, slipping them off and freeing Rebel from that confinement. Next came the restraints connecting his wrists and neck, casting those off and holding Rebel’s wrists in his own two hands while he leaned down and took the straining erection into his mouth.

He let go of one wrist and scratched a finely manicured nail over one of Rebel’s overstimulated nipples and awaited his scream and the taste of his Lover’s orgasm.

And just to continue being a jerk. He gave a laugh that sent vibrations through Rebel’s penis, and kept the remote nearby, so he could turn if off once Rebel was through. He didn’t want his Lover to pass out!

Not yet anyways.

/Scream for me, oh Rebellious one... Scream./

Rebel felt the equipment leaving his body, but the thought barely registered as he felt his erection slip into the wet warmth that was Roh’s mouth and a nail scrape across his nipple…

And all took was his Lover’s laugh to send him bucking upwards into Roh’s mouth as he threw his head back against the pillow, his lower half clearing the bed as he gave in and screamed as he orgasmed long and hard.

He heard himself and his pleasure filled cry and he [i]blushed[/i] the Rebellious one turned red as he collapsed back into the bed as his body shook from the intensity of his release and how long Roh had withheld it from him.

He moaned softly as he still felt the vibrator but couldn’t find the words to voice his thanks when Roh turned it off. His body felt as though it was throbbing, every nerve was stimulated and every time he came into contact with Roh he couldn’t help but to moan quietly, not able to suppress it.

And while it was like him to egg Roh and say that it wasn’t that –good- Rebel thought that it couldn’t get much better. He didn’t try to take his wrists from Roh’s hands as his hands stayed locked on the ceiling, his breathing still harsh from his orgasm. “Holy…S-Shit…”He ground out, Roh had even brought him to the point of where he couldn’t form a sentence with a stutter and a pause. That was pretty damn good.

OH GOD OH GOD. He’d gotten a scream and it had sent his own mind spiraling into a swan dive. It was a beautiful scream, the sound of his Lover’s mindblowing orgasm.

But it was the blush on Rebel’s face that did it for him.

Roh kissed him deeply and unstrapped the vibrator from Rebel’s waist, slipping the thick toy from the redhead’s body and cleaning it properly before setting it aside and returning with a cool, damp cloth to clean Rebel’s heated body. He patted his face gently, wiping away sweat and cooling him down. “Can you stand, or do you want me to help you? I have dinner all ready, and I’m sure you’d like a nice drink of water. Soda after.”

He held his Lover to him and kissed him hard and kissed him tenderly, hands resting on his waist.

How he wanted to tell him he Loved him.

Rebel could barely get himself to sit up and when he did all he did then was lean into his Lover’s arms and uncharacteristically lay his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around him.

“Roh…I can barely move.” He admitted softly, and it was true, he was having hard time wiggling his toes and Roh was asking if he could walk?

Yeah right.

Try again.


He could tell that Roh wanted to say something to him, but didn’t want to ask him what it was. He had a feeling that Roh wanted to say that he loved him and Rebel hated the word love. He couldn’t even say it to his daughter.

Everyone he loved died…

And Chaddick always said that he loved him after they’d…

He didn’t know if he could hear it coming for his Lover’s lips, it was such a vile word.

Yet he didn’t mind Lover.

He laughed softly and helped Rebel pull his pants on. “Alright then, I’ll carry you, sexy.” He purred and picked his Lover up into his arms, his own dark pants in place. As Roh carried Rebel from the room, he paused and shot a glance down towards the table where he’d set the redhead’s treasured iPod. With a soft smirk, he picked it up and pocketed it before he left the room and shut the door.

He sat Rebel in his chair and pushed him in gently, “I remembered you liked pot roast.” He said, “Though you’re a soda and pizza kind of guy.” The King had to admit, he knew his Lover rather well. “Finish your water and I’ll give you soda, in the bottle you like.” He smiled and sat. “Kas and I made ice cream earlier, she got some too.”

He carved the roast up and was sure to give Rebel a bit piece, after all that, Roh was sure the young man’s hunger would be greater than usual.

Rebel sighed when he sat down and took ahold of the water that Roh had given and smirked at him. “That you were my Lover and not my Old Man.” He teased as he downed the water, thirstier then he had thought.

Rebel eyed the food, “I’m not picky.” He stated honestly, “As long as it is eatable, I’ve eaten some weird things.” He admitted, picking up his fork to start eating, eating what his Lover had given him and then helped himself to a second helping.

“I never told you, but you’re a good cook Roh…Thanks for…”He sighed and ran a hand through his hair and rolled his eyes before he threw Roh one of his smiles, one of hiw rare, definitely meant smiles. “Thanks for everything, you know?”

The King stood gracefully and stepped towards the refrigerator, opening the door to pull out one of Rebel’s sodas, in that odd alcoholic beverage container. Roh thought it was odd because of his Lover’s utter hatred of anything alcoholic; he set it down before Rebel and sat back down, finishing his own meal with a smile and also adding a second helping to his plate.

He loved being full. But he also still had, to a human, what would be a bottomless stomach. It was most likely the years of starvation catching up to him finally, forcing him to eat until thee hunger was finally filled. He ate fast and he ate a lot.

His was a gluttonous species and they loved it. Food was their life, their religion. Unless they were one of the few that had found themselves a Mate, a Lover, or in some of their cases: a BondMate.

Mentally he began to go through his list of the big Seven and check off who had somebody.

Piran and Sloane had each other, but, then again, they’d always had each other.

Etherus had Paradox, from what Roh had last seen, and they were getting along quite nicely. A sweet couple, and Paradox deserved happiness, for all he’d done for Ana and… his father.

Raegan and Ana; Roh always knew his father would make a wonderful Lover and BondMate. He’d always been commanding, but gentle and warm… Roh had hated him for the longest time for that. Envy and Wrath had been his sins. But now, he was at ease, though he still had the hardest time calling Raegan ‘dad’… Ana was just a sweet little thing, like a warm gooey muffin. A Precious through and through.

Speaking of sins, there was also his brother… Cairbre. The Cavallo had disappeared with the Incarnate of Disease, La’Taf at the dinner party and last Roh knew or cared to know—they were in Las Vegas, shacking it up at some club where La’Taf was a bouncer and Cairbre was quite content with falling asleep in his lap. Crazy lunatic.

It left his youngest and quite possibly the one he regretted shunning. The last one, without somebody: Nicolae, his little Nicu with bad-boy looks and a quiet, shy soul. Poor thing didn’t like company, but Roh wanted to get him a Lover most of all. He’d always believed he was the one who deserved it. He missed his best friend, who’d left centuries before; alone in that big old Castle, taking care of everything without end. Roh hoped Dracula still wrote little Nicu and that the age-old vampire had found what he had left in search of.

With all those thoughts in order, Roh looked back towards Rebel and smiled: “I’d give Ramsey a run for his money, eh?” He said, his favorite television show (once he’d gotten used to the contraption and had actually found something he liked as much as Rebel liked Lost). “You’re welcome.”

That smile Rebel gave him was what made everything worth it. A rare and hard-to find look that Roh drank in and memorized everytime…

He never knew when he’d see it again.

“It’s awfully late also… I believe I shall go to bed.” He purred, referring to the circular PIT filled with cushions that he called a bed, “Would you please join me tonight? I’d like to wake up on my birthday to your sexy sprawl and a peek at your hipbones…”

That and… he wasn’t finished yet.

Rebel rolled his eyes, he had always playfully teased Roh with his liking of the Hell’s Kitchen show and tried to fall asleep just to see what the NightMare would do, and other then haul the redhead into his arms, Roh never really did anything.

He secretly did watch it though, knowing that his Lover could put any of those chiefs, including Gordon Ramsey with his funny sounding British words, to shame quite easily. Made the Redhead proud to be a part of his family, to those who would ever see the redhead Hum-carnate eat it was like he was never taught table manners.

At least he didn’t outright burp or spill food, he just…hoarded what he had. Came with the territory of nearly dying from starvation when he was younger, he always ate what he took and never wasted anything, it was just how he was.

He refused to show weakness to Roh and stood up from the table, his black pajama pants were riding as low as they ever did on his hips, showing the ‘happy trail’ the only hair on his chest and arms for that matter. He helped Roh clean up the table, his parents did it when they were still alive and he would do that with Roh, and when they were done.

He took Roh’s hand and walked back to Roh’s room with him. He was still trying to get used to waking up with someone in the bed next to him and every so often he would still accidentally lash out at Roh, forgetting it was him.

Though it hadn’t happened in months now…

“When you wake up and your off the bed…not my fault.” He muttered, when he slept, he moved…a lot. He would end up half underneath Roh with a leg thrown over the poor NightMare and the blankets wrapped around himself tighter then a…

Snake.

Rebel chanced a look at Roh again and nearly purred. /Damn…sexy./

The first time Roh had seen Hell’s Kitchen, he’d given Rebel ‘homework’ immediately. He was to turn the TV on once a day and choose a meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner or anything in between for Roh to cook that day.

They BOTH hoarded their food, Rebel for nearly starving and Roh for starving. During his interrogations of Chaddick in the basement cell, he’d gotten scraps and pieces of Rebel’s past—including one of the family’s and their food problem.

Roh never cooked leftovers, never bought commercial, fast or processed food. Everything he cooked was fresh, the best, meticulously prepared and there were never any leftovers. If there were, like it or not, they went in the compost heap out in the far backyard to become fertilizer and go towards helping Roh’s personal garden grow.

He was Italian. He was NightMare. He was a connoisseur of taste and had impeccable taste buds. He wouldn’t EVER serve Rebel something that wasn’t fresh or wasn’t cooked… and never would he force him to eat everything on his plate. It was inhumane what that family had done to him.

As he laid in the little pit he called his ‘bed’, Roh found himself quite happy in the position he was in, a body pillow for his fiery Lover. He recalled how Rebel woke up sometimes—violent and shocked, frightened by the presence of another. Each time he took the blow, or the near miss and consoled him, let him know it was only the King besides him. Kissed him and whispered wordlessly into Rebel’s ear to put him back to sleep.

“Actually, I might end up moving closer, you know your thrashing does nothing but make me hard.” He purred and settled into his pillows, all of a sudden dropping his human guise and letting himself become Feral again, the powerful length of his sable tail lolling in and out of the pit-bed in long, thick loops, the weight of the end draped over Rebel’s legs.

He made an effective blanket, too.

Part python, part cobra, with the speed of a black mamba and the temperament of a rattler—Roh was all Snake. Slender and seductive in the way he coiled around Rebel, lips vanished and sharp teeth bared in a silent grin, crimson eyes closing slowly and the tapered bone claws that were now his fingers rested gentle on the redhead’s waist. “Good night, sexy.” He -hissed- softly, not one opening his mouth to form the words.

He also didn’t draw out his ‘s’ into a sibilant sound.

That was just plain stupid.

Rebel lo-cared for Roh in either of his forms, human or ‘snakey’ as their daughter had dubbed it, both of them were completely accepting of Roh, Rebel since the time that Roh stood in front of him, shielding him from his stepfather and Kasmira, from the moment that she had first laid eyes on him. “Good night Roh.” He whispered in reply, his voice dusky, a telltale sign that he was dozing off and kissed his Snake Lover.

“You’re such a pervert.” He accused, frowning a bit and snuggled closer. “I take that back.” He’d known perverts and his Lover was not one of them. “I lo-…” He started, trying to see if he could say the three words yet and still choked the familiar feeling of acid moving up his throat to block the words. So he said what he said everynight before he dozed off, the three words that he could say that were close… “I care for you.”

But not what he meant.

If only he could say it.

Needed some desensitizing.