Narrative of Soul Against Soul

hello there! again we arrive here ... SLASH!! dont like it?? dont read it. this fic contains some 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

AFI's title, my characters. enjoy!


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CH 4 : To New Missions
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I gasped as notebooks tumbled from the opened locker. At least twenty notebooks had been stuffed inside it. The door and walls of the locker were papered with sketches of me—my eyes, my hair, my lips, my legs and my feet. Most of all my feet in various stilettos and boots. I wanted to be enraged or frightened, but I was only extremely turned on. Consciously or not, Josh Matthews wanted me badly…really, really badly. I smiled smugly to myself as I grabbed two of the notebooks and left the rest.

I jogged to the main office, developed a plan. I would make the little innocent mine, in one way or another, but I would have to do so gradually. He was my new mission. I couldn’t help laughing to myself as I bounced into the office. The secretary glared at me.

I leaned forward seductively, “My, Ms. Dina, you look simply ravishing today.” Ms. Dina was a seventy-year-old woman, born and raised in the deep South. She knew two things and two things only. Man must fear the devil, and man must fear homosexuals. Imagine her grief when I came to this school.

She muttered her false greeting before turning abruptly to some fake task. I reached forward and tapped the top of her computer. “Ms. Dina,” I interrupted her pretense with a huge shit-eating grin. “Could you tell me, perhaps, where I could find one Joshua Matthews?”

Her salt-and-pepper head snapped to scowl at me. I had to hold my breath to stop the laughter. She couldn’t say no, so she began angrily typing away. She quickly printed something before slamming it on the edge of her desk and returning to the ‘other duties.’ It was his schedule. I could’ve kissed her wrinkled face. Instead I simply smiled broadly and thanked her loudly. She cringed at my gratitude.

I bounced from her office and toward the theater as the bell rang. Josh would be heading for tech soon. I strolled into the theater as the rest of the tech kids did but saw no sign of Josh. Where could he be? I searched through the groups that formed on the stage and around the aisles. Each headed off in different directions. No one them wearing flat-rimmed caps or skate shoes. I sighed and left.

I trudged to the art room—if it’s possible to trudge in six each heels. The art studio had three kilns along the one wall along with matting press and rows upon rows of shelves for drying works. Lots of tables and chairs of various heights scattered throughout the rest of the room. I settled into my spot at a high table near the door only to be quickly stopped by an ecstatic Trauma. She practically knocked my chair over in her enthusiasm.

“He wants it so bad, Renny. It’s crazy how bad he wants it.” She leaned on the table beaming.

“What? Trauma, you’re sounding like Jake.”

Trauma crossed her arms, offended. “I do not.” She pouted at me angrily.

I shook my head. “Alright, you don’t. Now what’s going on?”

The pout vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and Trauma grinned even wider. “That Matthews kid wants to be your subby.”

My jaw almost hit the table. I had had a few lovers over the years dabble in my obsession with dominance and submission but never a true sub. My heart started pounding. “You sure, Trauma? Like truly, seriously sure?” It was more than I had hoped for.

Her grin turned wicked. “Absolutely.” With that she skipped to her side of the table to gather her supplies. I stared into space. Images of a humiliated, horny Josh flew through my brain. Josh tied to my bed. Josh crawling towards me. Josh sucking my cock. I scrunched my eyes closed and thought of old ladies in lingerie. My skirt was just too small to get excited.

I grabbed the notebooks and ran back to the theater. Josh was sleeping in the back row. I had to bite back a moan. He was going to be perfect. He was going to be mine. I smirked, sliding into the chair next to him and pulling his hat off his head. I expected him to jolt awake, but he barely seemed to notice. I let myself rub my fingers through his short hair and hum softly to him. He relaxed completely, leaning towards me. As he fell more deeply asleep, the onslaught of fantasies returned. I couldn’t stop myself. In my mind, I was marking him with scratches and bites all over. In reality, I harshly nipped his ear.

Now he jolted up. As he turned, I gripped the short strands of hair. He moaned lusciously, and I couldn’t stop myself from telling him doll-like he was. He bolted.

I rounded the corner that led to the light booth as he slammed the door. I walked calmly because if I didn’t the dom would come out, and I did not want to scare him. I talking softly and tried to coax him out of the light booth. He wouldn’t leave it. I huffed and dropped the notebooks.

I stormed away from the booth only to almost slam into some blond cheerleader. She scowled at me like she wanted to say something but just went on. I giggled to myself. Nothing could ruin my mood.

I returned to the art studio and gather my supplies for a painting I started during the summer but never finished. It was an angel embracing a demon as if they were lovers. The demon looked like me and was in full painted color, but the angel was sketched and unfinished. I worked furiously, and by the final bell, the angel had an uncanny resemblance to Josh. I smirked at my work and propped it on a rack to dry.

I strutted to my locker with a renewed zeal. Kaylee was waiting for me, and she was not pleased.

“So you’re gonna abandon us for some stupid fuck?” She leaned directly on my locker.

I rolled my eyes, “No, Kay, I’m not. I haven’t ever talked to the boy.” Well, technically I hadn’t. Kaylee wasn’t buying it, but I didn’t know where the disappointment was coming from.

“I hope he’s worth it, Render. Really I do.” Kaylee turned to leave, but I grabbed her by the arm.

“Kay, wait! What has gotten into you?”

She wrenched her arm away only to step directly into my face. “Rage told me you would turn your back on the group for a chance at that perfect little submissive. He said that’s what you’ve always wanted. Said you’d do anything to get it. I didn’t want to believe him, Ren. I told him he was wrong. Obviously he wasn’t.”

“What the—” I was really getting pissed off now.

“How can you defend yourself? Jake was in the middle of a break down, and you trotted off to be with your stalker. There’s no way you can dignify that with any explanation.”

For at least minute, I could only gape at her. Kaylee crossed her arms and glared at me. Before I could let myself be filled with my usual wrath, I laughed. “Bitch,” I muttered between my deep laughter. Kaylee huffed and left. I would deal with her later. At the moment, I found it more amusing that she’d trust Rage’s word over my own. Everyone knew Rage a was manipulator, and if you forgot that, you often paid for it by having those you considered dearest turned against you. I wouldn’t let Rage do that to Kaylee.

I went through my locker and gathered my stuff. I took a lap around the school hoping to see Rage. By see, I meant beat the living shit out of. When I found no sign of him, I went to the empty parking lot. Seemed I more scoured the school and took a while doing it. Oh well.

I slid into my cinnamon black Honda and blasted some Animal Collective. The eerie, eccentric sounds wafted through my stereo. I threw my Frakenwiener bag into my passenger seat and leaned back to enjoy the sounds. As the strange music flowed, images of Josh returned to me. However, they were the opposite of what I’d imagined earlier. These were images of kisses given, hands held and affection exchanged. I sighed because I knew none of it would go that far. The best I could hope for was a willing sub.

I pulled out of the parking glancing at Josh’s schedule. I had meant to plan my attack for tomorrow. In reality, I almost ran a red light when I saw his address. His address was on the sheet! That cranky bitch of a secretary had made my life eternally too easy. I smiled and pulled an illegal u-turn. I was going to visit my dolly. I stopped at the drugstore for customary courting gifts.

Smirking all the way, I took a few turns and ended up in an expensive looking neighborhood. I passed about ten houses with numbers that seemed to have no reason before finding his. There was no car in the driveway, but lots of lights were on. I parked and hopped out. I knocked on the door and luckily, Josh answered.

I beamed shoving my gifts forward, “Hello, Dolly, I’ve—” My smile dropped from my face as swiftly as it had appeared. Josh’s wrists and neck were bruised. I would’ve chalked it up to some other pushy dom, but his eyes were haunted. I stepped forward suddenly serious and took him in my arms.

Joshua Matthews, fake tough boy, just clung to me and began to cry.


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