Red Yellow Green

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Chapter 4
Past Fears

“I care for you too.” Neither was it what Roh wished to tell him with every fiber of his being, but Rebel needed the time to become used to the word ‘love’. The NightMare King understood what the word did to his Lover, how it made him sick and how he considered it poison. He was getting better though, slowly, with each passing day.

Claws made to stroke bright carmine hair, only serving to further spike Rebel’s hair in a maelstrom of various directions. Roh loved his hair, loved Rebel’s wildness and ferocity in life.

Though Roh would appreciate him using a helmet when on a bicycle. Unlike the NightMare, Rebel was quite human and if his head splattered across the road, it wouldn’t knit back together like Roh’s would.

He coiled tight and let Rebel sleep, red tri-eyes glowing in the darkness of the room as his internal clock began to count down, waiting for the proper moment. With delicacy inherent in the very fiber of his being, Roh lifted the little contraption that was Rebel’s iPod from under his pillow and held it up, easily seeing it in the dark.

A wicked smile (well, he always wore a wicked smile in Feral form) crossed his face, and his jaws parted for his long tongue to slip out and tease Rebel’s chest—the acidity of his saliva once more turned down to a merry burn, like a carbonated in one’s throat.

He reached under pillows and tugged out black cuffs attached to chains which were anchored to the ground… Oh, he wasn’t done yet. Softly, he strapped Rebel’s wrists and ankles down and lit a few candles—their bodies stood out in a bold mixture of shadow and light as Roh leaned over his Lover and purred richly.

He exercised extreme caution as he slipped Rebel’s pajama pants down and ran the tip of a claw ever so lightly across the underside of his penis, before he brought the iPod back to eye level and connected it with a cord much like the USB cord used to download music into the portable player… the cord attached to a little remote about the same size as the iPod and from there another thin cord attached to…

An oval ‘bullet’, which Roh pushed into Rebel’s entrance and threaded it straight up to his sweet spot.

“Hey, sexy? Wake up.”

Rebel woke up slowly and made to rub the sleep out of his eyes, hearing someone calling to him. Yet when he tried to move his arms he found that he couldn’t, that realization made him try to get up, only to realize that he couldn’t move his legs either.

/Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit…/

He had forgotten that he was in Roh’s room, that that was where he had fallen asleep, and Roh had unintentionally triggered something in the back of Rebel’s mind, a memory that he kept back at bay. How would have Roh known? He couldn’t have. Rebel had never told him of what his life had been like in his foster homes and then in the home of his birth mother and stepfather.

His mother thought the abuse was only physical, something she could avert her eyes to and notch it up to something that her son had done wrong. After all, he was the product of an affair that she had had and she never would have seen him again if his real Father, Martyr, hadn’t of been killed.

John, Rebel’s half-brother thought that abuse was only physical, if he had known that it wasn’t only that…if he knew how bad his half-brother’s life was, he wouldn’t have left him there. As it was, he had done everything that he could have for him. When he thought that Chaddick was hitting Rebel because Rebel would lay down and take it, he enrolled his brother into a Fight Club, teaching him the hard way that he had to fight to survive.

Tina, Kasmira’s mother, hadn’t known about what had happened. In fact, she hardly knew him. They had slept together out of whim and they –had- used a condom, but they were the two out of a hundred that still got pregnant. They had Kasmira eight months later, and four months after that, John legally adopted her and Rebel had to wait three years to see her again.

Gaberial never knew, and if he did find out after Rebel moved out he never said a word, he just stood by his friend and understood the anger that he had towards the world, helping him get through his first year alone. Rebel understood that Gaberial had hoped for something more then friendship and it might have happened if Rebel hadn’t met and fallen in lo- with Roh.

Roh knew more then any of them…but even he didn’t know everything.

Rebel yanked at the strap that was holding his right wrist to the bed, but didn’t see the strap anymore; instead he saw a dishrag, the same on the other arm. He hated to wake up that way, hated to wake up and not be able to breathe since Chaddick had slipped a pillow over his face and smothered him to the point of where the fight had been taken out of him.

He was a virgin when Roh had first been with him, at least a virgin in the literal sense and only to male advances. His mouth certainly wasn’t a virgin; Chaddick had taught him how to overcome any gag reflex, and Chaddick was never averse to sharing. He had learned the hard way that his mother wouldn’t come when he screamed, would never ask questions if she saw the bruises on his face or neck, never ask why his voice sounded so hoarse and never questioned Chaddick why he would take his Step-son with him when he went away on a business trip or why Chaddick would have the boy in the Library with him with the doors closed when some of his friends were over. Rebel learned to hate the taste of alcohol, for it was always when Chaddick was completely wasted that he would come to Rebel.

He hated to hear the word ‘Love’ since his Father said it to him then died, Makarios said it to him then left, and Chaddick said it to him when he kissed him before he left his room. Said it before he hit him, made Rebel hate the word and he did it all on purpose.

Rebel’s hazel eyes widened and he looked around trying to rationalize where he was, what he had done to wake up in the position that he was in. “Roh???” He whispered trying to fight against the restraints. “Wha-…” He was panicked and not thinking straight.

Rebel thought he didn’t know everything, and to tell the truth—he didn’t.

But he knew a lot. And all of it came from the source himself. Chaddick, kept in the basement and now separated from the rest of his family, fed lies about the torture Roh inflicted on his wife and his son and daughter-in-law. Stories of their pain and anguish because of how CHADDICK had pissed Roh off.

He listened to the man try to feed him lies, to tell him Rebel was worthless, nothing, to try and turn him against the redhead he truly loved but couldn’t say those three special, overused but perfect words to. The man who right now suffered as Rebel had, living through each nightmare (how ironic) Rebel’s heart and soul had been through—with a Roh-esque twist.

As for the other three, Roh didn’t care much for their crimes against his treasured Incarnate-in-human-guise. They just got the mental torture end of the deal. And most all who knew Roh KNEW that he was a master of torture, and it was then that his darkness came into full bloom.

As for now, he was completely dedicated to Rebel and his obvious pain and discomfort, instantly looking Rebel in the eyes and whispering soothingly: “It’s just me. You’re safe.” He placed a clawed hand on either side of Rebel and slid his lower half around him, the weight of his scaled tail had always seemed to settle the spiky-haired man.

It was well-known to Roh about this aversion to being strapped into bed, and he could see the awful past welling up in Rebel’s eyes, but this time, Roh was going to show Rebel that HIS way of tying the redhead up was far more different than Chaddick’s.

He wasn’t trying to hurt him or humiliate him.

He was trying to bring him pleasure and a new look on various things that may have pained him before.

Trying to desensitize him.

“Breathe deep, I know this isn’t how you’d like to wake up… but I have such a surprise for you. Look.” Roh held up Rebel’s iPod, the screen lit up to show that Nine Inch Nails’: ‘I Wanna Fuck You Like an Animal’ was ready to play. “This is connected to another little vibrating toy inside you, sexy.” He was still trying to soothe him, to draw his mind from the past to the present: “It’s called an iBuzz… and Rebel?”

He leaned farther over Rebel and hissed hotly: “It vibrates to the beat of your music… Tell me, what are your safe words?”

He stroked Rebel’s forehead with his unbelievably gentle claws, threading the end of his tail up to the redhead’s mouth for him to kiss or bite or whatever he needed to do.

Rebel slowly settled down, at least his body did, his breathing was still rapid even when he locked eyes with Roh, and once he felt Roh’s tail around him he was a little bit more at ease with what Roh was trying to do.

He took several deep breaths, no longer looking around the room but only at Roh, he understood now that his Lover knew at least part of what he had been through and as long as he wasn’t depraved of his sight as long as he could see Roh and no one else tried to interrupt, he’d get through it.

/Tell me, what are your safe words?/


“Green…means keep going…yellow…means slow down…and red…” His voice caught as he kissed the edge of his Snake Lover’s tail. “And red means stop.”

He knew that all he had to do was say ‘Red’ and he would be out, back in Roh’s arms where he could forget that they had tried, forget why he was so…petrified of what was going on, but he was NOT a coward. Never had been and never would be, but he wasn’t comfortable yet, not comfortable enough to say ‘green.’

So instead he kissed Roh’s tail again. “…Yellow.”

He’d continue, but it was bordering on ‘Red’ and the Rebellious one took a step towards Peace again and finally admitted to a weakness. “Imscared…”

“Okay…” He nodded calmly and smiled, he didn’t expect Rebel to lie to him about something as serious as this. With an effort, Roh swapped his Feral face for his Humanoid one, keeping the snake half to hold Rebel with. He looked like a simple… naga, for lack of better term, now. Thumb moving over Rebel’s lips as he cupped the other man’s face. “You’re yellow.” He repeated, and took each thing into consideration.

“Shh. I don’t want you to be scared.” He replied, nestling himself around Rebel, coils drooping over him—black ribbons of powerful muscle and scale. “Keep breathing deep for me, alright?” Roh shook his head, face serious as he said yet again: “I won’t hurt you.” He also took the moment to purr seductively: “I’ll make you feel hot all over again.”

With that he rested the iPod before Rebel’s eyes and pressed the ‘play’ button, letting the first strains of Rebel’s song burst through the small stereo he’d set the little music player in, and then he gentle turned the iBuzz on, smiling and kissing Rebel slowly, the end of his tail rubbing against a nipple with each beat.

It was moment like these that Roh simply wanted to hold Rebel and tell him how much he loved him, to whisper words that should have consoled instead of made the other man ill. He’d help him yet, nurture the peacefulness that seemed to be growing in the young man.

Rebel nodded slowly as he continued to breath, managing a very weak grin that was so far from his smile that it hurt at the song that Roh had chosen. “Closer by NIN.”

He hoped that his Lover could make him ‘feel hot again’ and as soon as the truth set in that he would feel vibrations to his song did he wish that he was out of the contraptions and in Roh’s arms, but one thing at a time, it was a long song.

He murred softly when he felt Roh kissing him again and hoped to God that he didn’t stop, that he kept kissing him, kept those painful memories away from him. It was his Lover’s birthday and he would do anything for him. He jerked, trying to press his chest harder against Roh’s tail as he tried to deepen the kiss, kind of hard to do when one is tied to the bed.

His body gradually got more and more relaxed with each beat and at the same time he got hotter and harder with each chord, still kissing his Lover yet no longer straining against the bonds that were holding him in place. “Don’t…stop…Roh.” He whispered breathlessly, the closest thing his Lover had gotten to a beg yet.

He murred and suckled on Rebel’s lower lip, eyes devouring everything on his Lover—from the kiss-swollen lips, to pert nipples and straining erection. As the song went on and Rebel began to relax, Roh reached back and undid the straps around Rebel’s ankles, then the ones on his wrists and let his coils slip from Rebel’s body into smoky shadow, once again graced with two legs as he moved the wire connecting the vibrating toy inside of Rebel aside, so that he could slip himself inside of his Lover and kiss him soundly.

With both his hard length and the toy inside of his fiery haired Humancarnate, he began to ease himself out and then back in, setting a slow and gentle pace as he made loved to Rebel, black hair pouring like liquid silk across their bodies and red eyes alight with wondrous emotion. Passion and even the taboo subject of love shone through Roh’s deep crimson eyes as he locked his gaze with Rebel and continued to gently thrust into him as he switched songs to something slower.

He didn’t know what it was, only that it was some sappy romantic song that he’d snuck onto Rebel’s iPod one day and apparently the young man never had a chance (or the urge) to take it off.

“No, sexy,” He crooned, “I won’t stop.”

Rebel moved his arms once they were freed to wrap them around Roh tightly, hands moving constantly over his hair, back and chest as if he had been kept too long from the joy that was his Lover.

He lo-…lo-…

His legs, he wrapped around his waist, there was no way that he was going to hold himself still now, not when he had been released. The vibrating toy was no match for the hard length that was deep inside of him and frankly even the strap-in from earlier paled in comparison to Roh.
He lov-…lov-…
The romantic sappy song, no he wouldn’t of taken it off, not when it was Roh who had put it on there for him. He even secretly listened to it, he was a closet fan. Like Lost.

He love-…love-…

He continued to move against Roh, his breathing warm as he panted into Roh’s mouth. He shook his head, that damn peaceful side of him was back as his kiss lost the hint of violence as his hands lost the tension.

“I Love you Roh.” He finally managed, after months…

He finally said it.

And the taste of acid was gone.

He slipped out of Rebel, pulled the little iBuzz out of him and pushed right back inside, all in one fluid motion. As he, with one hand, began to dismantle the iBuzz from the iPod and turn the volume up full, he caught Rebel’s honest admission—and his world was shattered and made anew.

Once again, tears began to fall from his eyes, holding his Lover close as they made love against cushions of varying sizes and shapes.

Rebel loved him.

He’d said it.

“Oh Mother,” Roh swore, kissing everywhere he could reach on his redhead: “Rebel, I love you too.” He’d waited so long to be able to say that, and found himself squeezing his eyes shut tight, praying that it wasn’t a dream.

It wasn’t, he knew it had to be real.

He didn’t dream of Rebel. The reality was so much better than a dream.

‘I love you, I love you’ he mouthed against Rebel’s neck, his lips, angling his hips to hit the other man’s sweet spot, coaxing him to a climax they’d both share.

Rebel arched upwards to meet his Lover’s thrusts, his voice thick with both desire and other emotions. Once the toy was out of him and he felt Roh and only Roh he cried out again, that was what he wanted to feel, that was the fullness he had been craving all night, something that no toy no matter how much it vibrated or hooked up to his iPod could come any where close to.

“Just…”

“Don’t leave me now alright?” He begged, pressing his lips to the NightMares, kissing the tears away as he felt the all too familiar and definitely welcome sensation of an impending orgasm.

He arched off the bed again, hitting his fourth? Twentieth? Orgasm of the night and continued to hold Roh close to him, one had moving to brush his darker then midnight hair off of his face. “I Love you.” He whispered again, showing Roh that he hadn’t uttered it out of a moment of passion, that he truly meant those three words.

“But…Everyone I love…”

“Leaves.”

As soon as Rebel had begun crying out and arching his back in pleasure, the King had also cried out, a ragged, low cry of absolute abandon that signaled his own orgasm. He twined around his redheaded Lover once more, sliding out of him and extending his long tongue to lick all of Rebel and his own seed from their bodies.

“I won’t leave you.” Roh crooned softly, once again draping his Feral form across the circular pit, giving Rebel that weight he loved—hell, he knew the young man loved all of him. He’d heard it in his voice. “I will never leave you, no matter what.”

He lay back and gathered Rebel up to lay on him, hair falling across pillows in stark contrast and horns made up like a crown on his head. The King had his Queen. Well… in the metaphorical sense. There was no way Rebel would take to being called ‘Queen’.

“I’ve waited so long to say it, and now, I shall never stop, Rebel. I love you.”

Rebel lay in comfortable silence for a long time, one hand moving over Roh still. His hazel eyes unguarded for the first time in…a long time. His body shuddered in its aftermath of pleasure when he felt Roh’s tongue on him again then relaxed as soon as he knew that Roh was back in Feral form he moved right back up close to him. Human, Snake or a combination of both, Rebel loved all three and he could admit it to himself now, understand that what Chaddick had him say was just a mockery of the words and what he had whispered to Roh was the undiluted truth.

He knew now that it wasn’t the words ‘I Love You’ that had scared him. It was the absolute honesty that came with love, the sudden exposure of emotion that had so intimidated him, had him keep trying to keep Roh at bay. Continued to egg him on, antagonize the NightMare, never allowing him a chance to be kind.

The Rebellious Peaceful one was glad that he had finally given the NightMare the chance and it had paid off. “I won’t be leaving you either Roh, not while I have a breath left in my body and even beyond that.” He promised, his voice piercing the darkness suddenly, as he once again shocked himself in the honesty of his words. “I Love You, and I hope that you don’t stop saying that to me, I still have to get used to hearing those words from you.”

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