Chameleon Knights

Chapter 5- NC-17 Yaoi (male/ male sex)

Finally, alone. He had waited until he was sure both of the other occupants of his apartment were slumbering peacefully before he crept to the bathroom and filled the antique, scoop-sided, claw foot tub that had been what drew him to the apartment to begin with. The thing was actually long enough for him to lie back at length in. The water bracing his body was just that side of painful and the burn sensitized his nerve endings finishing the job that his partners innocent, or in Jaz’s case not so innocent, touches and that bastard’s threats had begun. It had been a while since he was with someone who could give him what he wanted. His band mates were sweet, attractive as anything he had ever fantasized about, but soft in comparison to what he craved.
Running pruning fingers over his pecs, he ghosted over his nipples rolling and twisting them brutally. The sensation shooting to his groin, coiling his belly sent his head back against the scoop with a crack. The added pain sent a groan spiraling out of his chest and one hand down his ripped abdomen. It felt better when he tilted the tips to drag shortened nails over his ribs. He was sick, his älterer Bruder [older brother] had told him as much when he had caught him scouring his own flesh with a razor, thin, fine cuts across his inner thighs. He had needed the pain to find completion even on his own; he was fifteen the first time he had cut too deep. He would have died if his friend Fretchen hadn’t found him. He had been covered in blood and cum, still gripping his cock. The family had hushed it up and his Bruder had swallowed his guilt for knowing and not talking. His Mutter and Vater ignored it after he was given the all clear by a psychologist. Treize laughed at the thought “normal” was such a misleading word and to be called such was as near to an insult as anyone would give him back in Brandenburg.
A vicious dig with his nails staved off the tears and piqued his interest again. To hell with them. Sliding further up in the tub, he reached over the side to fish it out of his clothes. Feeling the sleek, oblong shaft, he pulled the dildo and a tube of lube from the pile. Thing’s girth was nearly four inches, the head studded and shaft ridged at intervals. He had seen it in one of Jaz’s magazines and ordered it out of curiosity. He hadn’t realized how wide it would be until now. Setting it aside in the wire catchall mounted on the side of the tub, he popped the cap on the lube and squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers. I will have to stand until it’s seated, he decided rising from the water. Pinching his nipples to rekindle the lust he had begun with, he set to preparing himself, thrusting two fingers in pinched and battered the tight ring. It fought him as he massaged the thick, cold jelly into his entrance. As advertised the lube heated as he rubbed providing a slow burn that worked to loosen the still clenching muscles and his lips. He was panting and moaning like a whore, he fumbled the tube when he squeezed more gel onto his fingers. Unconcerned with anything but the feeling, he ignore the tube not caring now if he could find it later. All he wanted was that burning stretch. Two fingers became, three and three four. He contorted driving his palm against his body and a graying haze tore apart his vision as he hit that spongy node and dug a nail into it.
He realized vaguely that he was going to scream and bit savagely into his lip, remembering just in time that he did have roommates. The blood dripping into his mouth sent his mind diving into a tail spin. His whole body was on fire, hot and glacial climes raced his limbs, his stomach was cramping, his sphincter clenching and pulsing to expel his fingers as they ground into him. He was probably ripping himself, gouging something inside, it felt sooooooooooo damned good.
It was time, before he exploded. Easing himself down, he grabbed the blue plastic shaft, reached back through his legs and placed the bulbous head at his entrance. The grasping greedy mouth accepted the tip eagerly, swallowing the mushroomed head of the toy. The studs rubbed against the smooth walls of his passage dragging another groan from him. The shaft with its ridges was slow to glide, gripping with each quarter inch as the dry plastic absorbed the gel leaving nothing to ease the passage of the other six inches to follow. A brutal thrust tore at his muscles—too large and not slick enough—it was more sensation than he could bear to dry fuck it. He would never be able to mash that spot if he couldn’t get the head far enough. Growling in frustration, he started to search for the lube that had been dropped.
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The moaning from the bathroom was getting louder and angrier. Had Treize fallen asleep in the damned tub again? Needing the toilet anyway, Jaz padded on cat feet to the bathroom and tested the knob. To his grateful surprise it twisted easily in his palm and swung in on well oiled hinges so as not to wake the German if he was sleeping.
What greeted him was the sight of Treize’s pale, firm backside in the air. The muscles in his thighs trembled as he scrabbled around behind the toilet for something, dipping his shoulders close to the floor, arching his back toned muscles flexing along his spine. His reddened balls and the vibrant blue dildo partially inserted in his ass waved at Jaz who still stood unnoticed in the doorway. He fought the urged to swat him. And all this time he’s been swearing to God and everybody that he’s straight as a rod.
“Looks like your rod hangs to the left after all, partner,” the American laughed softly, closing the door and locking it behind him. No interruptions this time. At the sound of his voice his roommate spun on his bare knees, much too quickly, to face him. Treize’s face was flushed from arousal and no small part of embarrassment as he came close to pitching over as the dildo shifted startling a moan from him. “You really should use Vaseline on that spot rocket, that kinda plastic sucks up anything else,” the teen started conversationally.
A dangerous gleam sparked in Treize’s eye as he regarded the intruder. Cats out of the bag… “Then give it to me,” he breathed relaxing, he trusted the boy. Embarrassed as he was, he was relieved that it hadn’t been Rin. He couldn’t imagine the shame he would have felt had it been her… to be spied simply jerking off would have been acceptable, this was not.
“Sure, if I get to play too,” he wheedled. He wanted him, both of them really. Now might be the only time. “And I won’t tell Rin.”
“You’re no better than Whetstone,” he shuddered at the pang of arousal that name brought.
“I guess I can deal with that as long as there’s something in it for me,” he conceded reaching over the sink into the medicine cabinet to find the petroleum jelly. “Put your ass in the air and spread your knees wide,” he instructed uncapping the bottle and dropping the top in the sink. “I get to do what I want, right?”
The other man’s jaw set, “Within reason, you ask first. No means ‘no’, I keep a straight razor, keep that in mind.” That said, he gave the smaller boy his back and positioned himself on the bathroom rug, ass high and spread wide.
Shucking his pajama pants and losing the wife beater, Jaz knelt behind Treize’s hips stroking his ass firmly, marveling at the smooth skin. “I’m gonna take this out and slicked it up first,” he warned grasping the end and applying a steady tractor pressure. The ring of muscles held on, Treize panted raggedly against the burn in his ass, his spine aching at the drag. “You really didn’t put anything on that did you, big idiot. Ridged too—ouch.”
Struggling to even his breathing, he felt the cap hit his muscles, his whole body clamped down and he bit into the flesh of his inner cheek to keep quiet as the shaft was pushed back in and then ripped from his body. Pounding his fist into the chipped tiles didn’t stop the feeling of being ripped. “I’ll make it feel better, you big moron,” was the only warning he got before a soft, wet presence was thrust into the wounded orifice.
Jaz moaned as the musty taste of body and copper tang overwhelmed his tongue. At least the guy is clean; he dismissed ramming his tongue deep, lapping at the vibrating walls and sucking at the barrier of muscle. The chorus of muffled groaning below him assured him is partner had no objections to the treatment. He had always been praised for his tongue. Continuing with his lips and mouth, he dipped a generous glob of Vaseline onto the plastic shaft and coated the surface, the heat of his hands and the porous texture prompted a second thinner coating. Hands finished with their work, he sat back on his heels reveling at the whimpered protest. Who the hell knew the guy could actually whimper like that?
“Breath and push out,” he instructed positioning the tip and waiting for him roommate to do as he was told.
Dying for penetration, the blonde thrust back onto the head and sat back, ramming the shaft into himself. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he felt Jaz working the shaft from his end. Another violent thrust and he was seeing the planets spin.
“Keep it down,” was hissed frantically, accompanied by an audible smack to his left hip. He groaned louder, his mind having flown away on the first wave of pleasure. “Don’t make me gag you damn it!”
Gag; there were better things than gags.
Without warning, Treize rounded on him, knocking Jaz onto his back on the rug. “What the fu…” The bathroom went dark as his cock was swallowed to the root and his ravager moaned in his throat. It was his turn to forget himself. Pulling back, Treize shushed him mockingly, “Maybe I should gag you, neh?”
Glassy blue eyes creaked open to watch him swallow the bobbing erection again. The boy’s hips rocketed off the floor, choking him. His head trekked a lazy revolution before he could get the rangy hipbones in hand. He’d make the kid wish he had stayed in bed by the time he was done with him. Reaching past Jaz’s hips he captured the container of petroleum jelly and slicked his fingers. Turn about, he smirked around the dick in his mouth and sucked vengefully tearing a shriek from the teen under him and a groan from himself as the phallus bumped his prostate. Another laving stroke of his tongue had Jaz drawing a lungful of air to wail.
Rin, a face with horrified eyes blazed in his vision, one hand released the hips to clamp over the silvery haired teen’s mouth stifling his pleasure, the other dug through his laundry pile grabbing a wad of clothe and stuffing it in the kid’s throat. Satisfied, he wolfed the leaking cock down and hunkered down between the boy’s legs inserting one finger to the second knuckle without warning. Jaz was too far going in to notice the pain as he writhed on the digit and whimpered for more.
Prepping went quickly, thank Gott, his prick was throbbing and dribbling a puddle of pre-cum against the rounded globes of the drummer’s ass. Rearing back on his heels, he threw his head back as a gray rocket blinded him to the world for a second. He had been preoccupied enough to forget it was there, now he wondered how. He wouldn’t last long now and from the constant keening neither would his partner. Gripping the slender thighs, he hauled the lithe form onto his lap, scooting himself back to nudge against the base of the toilet.
“You want this?” He demanded, careful there were no misunderstandings. They were friends, and he wanted it to remain so.
A frantic nod of assent and a ring laden hand capturing his erection and inserting the head left no room for mistakes. A feral smirk darkened his gaze; he gathered the slim knees and slammed home. He loosed a throaty bark as the silvery haired boy mewled helplessly and writhed against the bright lime green of the hideous rug he had picked out. Giving Jaz the bare minimum of adjustment, he rocked back bumping the end of the dildo against the porcelain and sucked in a settling breath before he tattooed a merciless rhythm into the grasping, spasming ass below him.
Each in stroke sawed across Jaz’s g-spot, on the out stroke a painful jab to that same sponge node had his roomie hitching his breath and rebounding with increasing force. It was like being fucked by a beast man—like in those stupid horror movies he always watched. Some freaked out twat would get made the baddies bitch, and now so was he. His ass was a numb burn, his head ached from lack of air and his ears were ringing. His rings were chafing his prick but he was soooo close… soooooo—a blinding white light nearly had him swallowing the stale clothe in his throat. It wasn’t until after he came down from the orgasm that he realized Treize had shoved another finger into his opening beside his own cock, forcing the angle of his strokes to change drastically. Sooo frickin’ good.
Treize was supporting himself on his elbows over the younger man, desperate not to crush him with his weight. He hadn’t wanted to cum, but he hadn’t considered the pressure that added digit would create or the constriction of Jaz’s own muscles. The feeling had been insanely intense. He was sure his head was going to implode and his balls launch into orbit on their own. He had never known an orgasm could cause pain like that.
Spitting out the gag, Jaz noticed what it was. “Yuck, that was one of your fucking socks, Treize. I’m gonna have athlete’s mouth or something now!”
The face above him didn’t react. It was scary to see him so inanimate.“You okay?” soft, moist breath puffed into the blonde’s face as his partner regained his equilibrium, needing to know his top was sound.
“Ja, nie besser [yeah, never better],” he winced as he maneuvered to the side, his flaccid member twitching as the plastic phallus struck his gland. “Hilfe? Some help please?”
“Huh, oh, yeah,” lifting himself slowly into a sitting position, he gripped the base of the dildo and eased it from the German’s body. It slid easily, still glistening with Vaseline. The entrance gasped and flexed once emptied, the flesh surrounding it red and swollen from being stretched and battered.
“You don’t have sex often do you?” he pried knowing his roommate was more likely to talk about it now than any other time.
“No, I have … special interests that most find disturbing.”
“Other than gagging people with your nasty socks, what could be so bad?”
He never got his answer, Rin picked that time to pound on the door. “Could I use the bathroom when you’re done?”
“Ja, give me time to finish and I will come get you when I get out,” Treize called splashing his hand into the tub to remind her that he was supposed to be bathing.
“Fine.” Her soft footfalls retreated to the living room and both men clambered to their feet, cleansing themselves and dressing.
“See you at the show,” Jaz whispered as he snuck out of the bathroom and back to his own room. Looking at the clock he realized he would have to be at school in an hour to serve his detention. Life was a tease.