Narrative of Soul Against Soul

hello there! es la ahora de cuidado... SLASH!! dont like it?? dont read it. oh and a bit of het, but that's boring so who cares. this fic contains a bit of 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.

yeaah that's right chapter 6 is done, but I'll post it when I feel motivated to do so. -sigh- If only such a motivation would strike me. Oh well.

AFI's title, my characters. enjoy!

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CH 5 : To Joy
Joshua

I scrambled out of my chair in lust and fear. Rage simply slammed the door behind himself. We were stuck in the small booth alone, but I knew the sound echoed downward from here. Mr. Michael would come running if I made any noise. Like the high pitched yelp, I let out as Rage shoved me into the table next to the board. It was more a harsh, raw-wood stand that the tech kids used to keep food away from the expensive light board. Now, however, it was being used for my utter humiliation.

Rage rubbed his hardness against my thigh and I gasped raggedly. I didn’t want this. Not here. Not with this brute, though I couldn’t deny his beauty. His metal-speared tongue dragged across my neck. I shuddered violently and my hands flew up to grip the sides of the table. Rage grabbed my wrists in each of his hands. He gripped them so tightly I could feel bones rubbing together, but the closeness of such a hard body negated any fear I held.

Rage snatched me like I weighed nothing and slammed me to the wall next to the couch. My lower back, already rubbed raw by the tableside, protested. Fear reappeared though so I said nothing. Rage gripped my wrists in one hand above my head while hold my chin in the other. He practically spat in my face, “I will have you, pet. You will answer my every call and you will love it.”

I wanted to shout and thrash, but I could shiver. My sick fantasies had me unable to protect myself. Part of me really yearned to be debased. I wanted to be less than someone and belong to him. I just didn’t know if that ‘him’ was Rage. I was ripped from my thoughts as Rage slapped me across the face. My hips bucked, as the sting seemed to pull my cock to full mast. I growled and struggled a bit. Something in me was telling me to fight this. Something in my lower brain was screaming ‘Has to yearn it. Has to yearn. Doesn’t deserve. Not strong enough.’ I had no idea where the thoughts came from, but they seemed to have the right idea. They guided me, and I struggled for a while trying to break away until I heard Rage’s harsh laughter. I slumped in his hold, and almost cried.

I knew I wanted this. It couldn’t be him. I didn’t know why, but it couldn’t be him. I was about to renew my efforts when I heard the door at the base of the stair open. Mr. Michael’s voice rang up, “Josh? I’m out. You need a ride?”

Calling out for help crossed my mind. It obviously crossed Rage’s as well because he ground my wrists together in his hand and snatched my chin forcefully. He dug his fingers along various points in my jaw.

His cold grey eyes stared into mine. “Tell him, pet, that everything is just fine.”

“I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I called out weakly praying Mr. Michael just thought I was tired.

“Alright. See you,” He called back before I heard him close the door.

Rage squeezed my jaw harder, and I whimpered softly. He smirked, more to himself than for my benefit, but the effect was not lost on me. I wanted to shrivel and die. This situation was a little too cat and canary for me.

Rage must’ve recognized my fear because his smirk became a lascivious grin. “Mine, mine, mine.” Each word he emphasized with a sharp bite to my neck.

I groaned and mewled at the sharp pains. He went on like that until I had a dozen or so marks on my neck and upper arms.

“Tell me, pet.” He whispered softly like he’d said something far more intimate

“What?” I was in a pain induced haze. Words meant nothing, only feeling.

“Tell me.” This time he demanded, but I was still lost. I said nothing. Rage let go of my chin and hands to snatch me by the back of my neck. He pinched the skin there until my legs felt like jelly. All the while, my throbbing cock never subsided. Rage shook me fiercely, and another whimper escaped.

“Tell me who you belong to,” Rage yelled in my face, “Who is it that owns you, pet?”

I didn’t answer. Not to defy him or make him angry. I didn’t answer because the first name to leave my mouth would not have been Rage. Give you one guess who it would’ve been.

Rage shook me once more and stars swam before my eyes. He tossed me on the couch and marched the door. Rage paused in the doorway and turned toward my huddled frame smirking.

“Don’t worry, my pet,” He whispered softly as to a sleeping baby, “I will train you right. All good pets need training.” With that terrifying shot, he left.

I did not move until I heard the second door slam. At that I sat slowly and stretched. I stretched and moved to survey the damage. My back was bruised along with my neck and wrists and jaw. I was sure I resembled a battered housewife.

Mindlessly, I grabbed my bag from my locker and grabbed a bus for my neighborhood’s street. I trudged off the bus and through my development. Rich, old people occupied most of the houses or young exec couples with babies. I reached my house, unlocked the door, walked inside and slumped on the couch. I glared at the lily white decor that I had surely admired this morning.

This morning felt like a light year away. This morning I knew that I had male inclinations, but I was sure that I favored girls to guys in a 90 to 10 ration. This morning I knew I enjoyed pain, but as a guy, I would’ve asserted that I enjoyed giving it. Never would I have wanted someone to hurt me. Yet, there I sat with hard, dripping, throbbing proof in my pants that pain receiving definitely did it for me.

Before I could contemplate whether or not to jack off for the second time that day, some knocked. My first urge was not to answer. It was probably a delivery guy at the wrong house. On the other hand, the shock on the person’s face would be too good to pass up. I stood and hobbled to the door, throwing it open only to face the worst person possible.

Render shoved some handful of stuff towards me and began to say something in his normal chipper voice. I just stared. He was perfect, but his shine drooped and his smile fell as he took in my appearance. The shock I sought was there, but I didn’t want to see it mixed with anger and concern. I couldn’t think he’d be concerned for me. Render was just like Rage, though my mind had decided otherwise. Before I could slam the door in his face, Render stepped into my house dropping his gifts for me on the floor.

I wanted to shove him backwards. I wanted to scream in his face. I wanted to punch that perfect face so much that it couldn’t taunt me any longer. What I did though was step into that lean body, and as I felt those arms encircle me, I began to cry.

I cried and cried and clung to Render’s waifish frame. Somewhere in the midst of the tears Render moved me to the couch and dislodged himself. He covered me with a blanket, and crouched on the floor in front of me. His long thing fingers found themselves on my scalp again, and just as soon serenity found me as well. My sobs slowly stopped, and through my stuffed ears, I could hear Render trying to question me about what happened. All I could say with my exhausted mind, was “He wasn’t worthy. He wasn’t you.” I knew both statements were obvious as I said them, but the baser part of my brain kept repeating them so I felt they must have some merit. I assume Render agreed when he didn’t press any further.

I woke about an hour later. The clock on my phone read five o’clock. I sat slowly, nursing the headache from indulging in such hysterics. My eyes snapped down the coffee table in front of me as I noticed that the present Render had brought were there.

An orange rose and a dark red rose laid on the table next a small package of condoms and a note.

Never again will I let you suffer, Dolly. You are too perfect. All broad and strong and small and golden. I will have every piece of you, Dolly, and I will keep them all locked away safe. I will make him pay for touching what is mine. You are mine, Dolly. Never falter in that knowledge. You are mine and I cherish what is mine.
Ren

I wanted to be terrified or intimidated as I had been with Rage, but I wasn’t. I was ecstatic. I was a fairly big guy, but at moment the thought of Render fighting for my honor made my heart soar. That strange part of me even danced with the rest. I could belong to him.

My happy dance screeched to a halt. Rage had claimed me as well. Tears pricked at my eyelids as the implications sunk in. Render would not war against Rage for me. At least, I didn’t think so. Would Render hand me over to Rage? Would Rage cast Render out because of me? My throat constricted, and I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I smashed it all down and breathed.

Standing from the couch I went through the motions the usually occupied the time between arriving home and getting in bed. I studied, cleaned, ate and showered without a blink in the mental direction of Render or Rage. My parents weren’t coming home. They’d never notice if I did any of this, but I did it all. It gave me a sense of purpose. I had saved their marriage as a baby, and now they were more happily co-habitating humans than spouses. Oh well, I went through it all and found myself in bed extra early.

Even with the new complications that the past twenty-four hours had brought, I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I had one simple joy I could cling to. One day, maybe soon, maybe far away, I would belong to Render Koln, and he would take care of me.

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