Eleven Forty Seven

WARNING: This chapter contains Yaoi!

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Eleven Forty Seven
Chapter 3

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We pulled up to the house a few minutes later, wait… did I say house? The place is a god damned mansion. Rich kids throw the best parties, and everybody around knows it. “So, who’s place is this exactly?” I asked as I stepped out of the car, liquor in hand.

Jason stepped up beside me, “His name is Isaac or some such shit. I dunno. Another rich bitch like ourselves. Lets go play.” Well that’s Jason in party more for ya. Usually I’m right up there with him, but damn, the place was huge! I wanted to admire it for a few seconds longer. There were gargoyles on the fence! You know, like the best-fuckin-cartoon-out-there Gargoyles. I almost wanted to scream.

“C’mon. Lets party.” Kyle said as he walked past me, bumping my shoulder in the process. “See if we can find you some nice, easy pretty boys.”

“I want a god damn scene kid.” I declared. You know the ones, they hang out in hot topic and look like they got attacked by a pin cushion, or two. Maybe I have a thing for guys in tight pants and eyeliner, looking so close to emo it’s almost fuckin scary. One difference, Scene can be sexy, Emo is just a rip off of Goth, and that makes it totally un-fucking-sexy.

I had to run to catch up to Jason and Kyle who seemed slightly less fazed than I. It’s not that I’ve never been to a house this big, I mean really, I live in a house this big. It was the gargoyles, I love them. Some of the best sculptures made by man are gargoyles.

“You want a fuckin scene kid?” Jason looked at me incredulously, I nodded and winked at him. “You, and a scene kid? Baby, you are too fuckin hot for that shit.” See? Even Jason says I’m hot. “Really, I’ll find you a virgin golden boy, let you play with some hot ass for a night.”

“Nope, I’m stickin with my scene kid lay.” I shook my head. What can I say, I’m stubborn. Not to mention in this outfit I feel like a sex god. The skirt around the pants is pleated, and really, it looks more like a kilt than a skirt, and two belt’s loop around the legs in bondage style. I wore the shirt Kyle had insisted upon and it hugs my torso quite nicely, it’s baby blue, which matches my eyes. My white leather trench is flowing behind me like a wave; a red hand print decorates the back. The arm warmers are the same baby blue as my shirt with a white mesh covering. Like I said, sex god.

Kyle and Jason don’t look half bad either. Kyle wore the raver pants and black muscle shirt I had laid out for him. Both of witch are baggy, but show enough structure to be mysteriously sexy. Jason was clad in an ever present red mesh shirt; showing off various jail-house type tattoos, black and grey plaid bondage pants, and army boots that stopped mid calf. We were a damn hot sight to behold if I said so myself.

As we got closer to the door I noticed a few kids moving around on the deck, and if the way they looked at us as we stepped up to the big double doors was any indication of our hotness factor, we scored ourselves a ten. Not that it matters, we’re known everywhere we go. We attract attention, crave it, live for it. Egoist much? I’d say so.

I looked around a bit at the kids sitting out in the chilly air, A few seemed interesting. One in particular sparked my interest. Tight jeans, black ‘bright eyes’ hoodie, and a face full of pins, err.. piercings, well, what I could see of his face anyway. “Him,” I whispered to Jason and Kyle nodding toward the scene kid smoking near the edge of deck. “I am going to have that boy on his hands and knees before this party ends.”

“Heh, you would, boy-o. Good luck.” Jason called before stalking in the front door.

“Just stay safe, kid. make sure the guy’s into before you start undress him, kay?” Last time I dived in, I got shit kicked, who knew people could actually turn me down? Another shocker. Skin and dancing didn’t work that time.

“I’ll be fine. I’m gonna come in quick though, scout around a bit.. Might find someone better. Besides, I need a drink or two in me.” I hopped up and down on one foot for a few quick moments before handing Kyle the bag of goodies. “You gonna go for any tonight?” It’s almost a ritual for us to bet on the guy we scope out at the beginning of a party. Makes life interesting.

“I might take Jason’s offer for a golden boy.” He replied as we stepped into the house. “God knows he knows enough of them.”

I had to agree, Jason was constantly surrounded by golden boys; and not the ‘wanna be hot but so not’ golden boys, the real ones. The ones who looked like they just walked out of the pages of some Greek mythology book.

“Well, come on inside then,” Kyle chirped. “Best you check everything out before you get too drunk, kid. So what’s our bet?” Kyle smiled and winked at me as we walked through the house slowly, scoping out any and all of the hot guys. There really wasn’t much choice when it came to the scene crowd. They seemed to all be out on the deck smoking, or huddled in little groups. Actually, most of the people there looked like they either belonged to a well known gang, Nemesis; or an equally rough crowd. Leaving very few real golden boys in sight.

“Hmm, I’ll bet by the end of the nigh he’s mine, along with at least three fan girls.” I replied, deciding at the kid I had spotted earlier seemed to be my best choice. By the time we’d found the kitchen, and Kyle had his project of the night picked out; a small gothic looking boy who was definitely part of Nemesis, we were both more than ready for a drink. Quickly I snatched one up and held it out expectantly.

Kyle sighed and narrowed his eyes at me, “you need to learn to open your drinks, kid.” he said before grabbing the bottle from my hand and quickly snapping the cap off. “I’ll bet, over half of Nemesis try’s to kill me for playing with their toy.” he gave me a quick lopsided grin and tapped his drink against mine. “Go find your boy, I’m gonna hunt for Jason.”

Quickly I downed my first drink, and opened a second, and for the record, I can open my own drinks; I simply prefer not to. I looked around a bit more, trying to figure out which hallway we took to find the kitchen. I walked slowly, nodding at anyone important and stopping to say hi to a select few.

“You must be the infamous Sebastian I’ve heard so much about.” A voice drawled behind me, “you and the other two seem to be the main talk of this party.” I turned around to see the scene kid from the deck standing behind me. Oh, this conquest was just getting too easy. I smiled and held out my hand.

“And who might you be?” I asked easily assuming my role of elite, which came naturally given my status. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen you before.” I took the time too count his piercings as he shook my hand. There were eight that I could see on his face, pin cushion.

“Most people call me Isaac.” he smugly replied, taking his hand from mine. His demeanour gave off a sense of elitism which I instantly grabbed hold of. I could flirt my way between his legs, give up a little pride to make him feel good. Why not? In the end he’d be sitting alone and used like an unwanted whore. "I'm not sure if your worth talking to though, so call me Eric."

I smiled flirtatiously and lowered my eyes, “This is your party then, Eric?” I asked coyly. “I must say, you have some very bad boys in this house. Are you one of Nemesis’ treasures?” I pressed closer too him as somebody moved passed us in the hall, letting myself brush the skin that was now showing just above his hip bone.

“Treasure?” He whispered against my hair, obviously affect by our closeness. “I wouldn’t quite call it that, but something close to that I suppose. More like a peach really.” It was his turn to be bold, his hand moving slowly under my jacket to rub at my sides.

I wanted to press him against the wall and fuck him right here in the hallway, but decided a bit of playful banter was due first. I couldn’t seem to eager by the child’s touch. Besides, with him being Nemesis’ ‘peach’, as he so called himself, I wasn’t quite sure if Kyle would be the only one getting in trouble with the angry mob. Not that I hadn’t fucked Nemesis boy’s before normally I wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but the boy had a high class attitude that didn’t simply come from being rich, it came from being looked up upon on a regular basis. Most of us ‘richies’ were chastised and looked down upon in our simple city. It was no secret where the entire cities drug and gang problem stemmed from.

I smiled as he became bolder, sliding his hand up the front of my shirt, I kept my eyes cast away discreetly only taking quick, chaste glances, at the beautiful teen. “A peach, hmm?” I asked, rubbing my own hand across his side in feigning shyness. “Does that mean you taste good?” I leaned in slightly wondering, hoping, if he would kiss me.

He grabbed my chin in his hand and forced me to look into his eyes, I could see already they were clouded by lust, “Would you, perhaps like a taste?” He asked licking his lips seductively. I leaned in slightly and flicked my tongue across his lips, my drink forgotten as I set in on one of the hall tables.

I opened my eyes to get a good look at him now that I was closer, dark green eyes light brown hair with several patches that were much more blond. gods, he was hot. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his thin waist, “Is there, somewhere we can go?” I breather huskily against his exposed neck causing a tremor to run through the boys body. I knew I had won as I felt his soft lips graze excitedly across my skin.

“Why don’t we, perhaps, go outside. It’s warm enough for a quick… walk, around the garden.” In truth I was quite surprised by the boys demeanour. I could understand him being an elitist, being one myself, however; I wasn’t expect the formal, proper attitude he seemed to be regarding me in. I stood back slightly, letting him lead the way through the house. Saucily he walked through the halls, giving me ample time to ogle his perfectly sculpted ass. As a passing thought, I hoped Kyle was getting along with his toy as well as I was with mine. Damn the boy was hot, I knew from the very moment I saw him I had to have him.

I walked closely enough behind that he knew I was following, but far enough away as to be safe. Even I wasn’t stupid enough to intentionally piss off Nemesis. Who gained their name quite hourly I might add. ‘Nemesis: a person or force that inflicts punishment or revenge’, and they did it well. In fact the saying was tattooed on any elite Nemesis, branding them for life as a just that. I smiled wondering if I would find their mark displayed on Eric’s chest.

Jason nodded at me as we passed by the small circle of H addicts and coke heads sitting in one of the darker corners of what I could only assume to be the living room. Small baggies and a few needles laying on the table. I smiled at him and lifted my hand in a mock salute. The Industrial metal that had been raging through the speakers seemed to die off slowly as we entered though the darker part of the house.

The hallway was dark, only lit by a few small lamps. “Are we almost there?” I asked leaning closer to the boy now that nobody was around. Revelling in the heat of his body I wrapped my arms around him, breathing in his scent. “I want you.” I sighed against his ear, brushing my lips tantalizingly against his soft skin. “Please.” I begged, pushing the Nemesis teen against the wall.

“Who says you get what you want?” He asked, pushing me away and pinning me to the floor, hands raised above my head. “What if I want to ravish you? Fuck you until your begging for release. Everyone talks about how great you are, lets see if your as good when you bottom.”

I growled as he sent a stinging slap across my face, only furthering my need to have him pinned beneath me. “Fuck you.” I whispered, grabbing tightly to his hips and forcing him to grind against my now hard organ. “If you think I don’t like pain, you’re sorely mistaken, child. It is you who will be in pain by the end of this. Not I.” Kicking wildly I sent him sprawling down the hall.

“I belong to Nemesis!” The boy foolishly threatened. “I’ll make sure your ass gets cut if you so much as touch me once more.”

“And here I thought you were enjoying my game. What is it boy-o? You want my legs spread, here, in the hall. Wanna fuck me like a whore, so hard I bleed and beg you to stop?” I crawled slowly to him, still sitting on the floor. “C’mon, babe. We both know you want my body.” I emphasized my point by leaning down and licking his left hip, my ass displayed proudly in the air. Slowly I began sucking on the spot, enticing moans to tumble from the teens mouth.

“Move down.” He commanded, “I want to feel your mouth.”

I smiled against his heated skin realizing I had my wish, All I needed to do was play my cards right. Deftly I unbuttoned his tight pants and pulled down the zipper, finally freeing the engorged, heated member from it’s tight confines. Expertly I ran my tongue along the underside stopping when I reached the tip, to lick the pre-cum already forming there. I moaned as he fisted his hand in my hair, opening my throat I swallowed him completely, sucking firmly on the organ and using my tongue to tantalize the boy further.

“oh god, oh god… Yess” He moaned, as he thrust into my open, inviting mouth. “God, ahh… They were right.” he mumbled as I sucked harder on his throbbing organ. My own hand wrapping around my own neglected heat, pumping it in rhythm to Eric’s thrusts. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” he whispered, ad his moans and pants grew louder.

I moaned in the back of my throat and pumped myself harder, I couldn’t wait to taste his essence. “Ahh, yes… Now!” He cried, letting out a low guttural moan as his seed spilt into my mouth. my own orgasm only mere moments away. Pumping harder, I leaned up and buried his lips in a searing kiss, knowing that simple touch would send me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I cried as I sent my come flying to the carpet, “Mmm.” I sighed in post coital bliss.

Eric looked between his parted legs at the carpet, then glared at me. “What?” I hissed, I wasn’t about to clean it up. If he had actually taken me to the garden, and been a good, submissive little boy, none of it would have happened.

“Your cleaning that up.” He growled, buttoning up his pants, before lying back down.

I scoffed, “Like hell I am. I zipped myself up, smoothed out my shirt and began walking away from the sated teen, much to his despair. I smiled and licked my lips… God damn, the boy actually tasted like peaches.

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AN: Please don’t yell at me for making fun of the Emo/Scene/Goth/Golden kids. This is another one of the times Sabby’s thoughts are not my own. I happen to think emo kids are cute ;) Any-whore, god, Sabby really is egotistical isn’t he? Arrogant too I might add. Fuck I love it. I think I’m gonna go with a friends point of view on this one - ‘Everything you write or draw should be able to turn you on… or at least make you proud.’ Sebastian is my sex god ;)

CaFFy - :D S-E-C-R-E-T XD Mwahahahah - actually, no. Not really. You’ll find out soon, though I am going to give you a hint and say it’s quite kinky. ;)

luckeme - Awe *chii* Thankies :P Not to worry, the angst will be rearing it’s angsty little head soon enough :P

Jono - :D Much thanks! glad you liked it. J Laced in terms of drugs, is much like spiking a drink. It’s mixing one drug with another drug… quite often causing it to be more dangerous. XD yeah haha Jason rocks :P. and as for Sabby, I wouldn’t call him buff… but he is definitely in control - which I think was quite obvious in this chappy *wink*