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Adult ++
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Innocence Lost
Title: Innocence Lost
Authors:DDarknight and Innocence Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/?
Summary:Laz was the perfect man, everything Ty had ever dreamed of, everything he'd hoped for, or so he believed in the beginning. What neither of them could have known was what Laz would awaken within Ty. Angst, H/C, M/M, BDSM, Humil, Toys, N/C, Minor, S&M, rim, oral, Anal, food play, *these warnings are for the entire fiction, applicable warnings will be posted per chapter.
Feedback: Appreicated
Author\'s note This fiction is copyrighted to DDarknight and Innocent moonlight.
Innocence Lost
Leaning back against his father's car, his long legs stretched out before him, Ty watched the sun setting behind a field of billowing clouds. Christa, his girlfriend, sat on the hood behind him with her legs wrapped around his hips, and her arms locked around his trim waist. Surreptitiously snaking her hands under his shirt, she lightly grazed her long nails across his tight abs, tauntingly nipping at his neck, drawing a whispered gasp from him. Sliding his eyes closed, he let his head fall back, granting her full access, knowing well what she wanted from him, what her teasing caresses were leading to. The problem was, for as sensual as her seduction was, Ty wasn't sure he could give her what she wanted. It was never easy, not for him, Christa doing nothing for him, heating his blood in no way. She was beautiful, and sinfully built, yes. In fact, she drove most of his friends to insanity...but for him Christa was built wrong. He longed for harder muscles, craved rougher hands, his body crying out to be molded to another, not to bend one to his own whim. He wanted a man...and god forgive him, for if he fell to his true desires his father never would. Thus, the existence of Christa and a string of others in his past, an illusion he created for his father's peace of mind, for his family's sanity, and for his own tranquility.
"They're not coming, Ty," she whispered in his ear, her breath wafting down his neck in heated waves. "Let's go to my place. My folks aren't home yet."
Warm chills racing down his spine, he glanced back, dreading Christa's response to his answer, but no matter how hard he tried it just wasn't in him to give her what she wanted. Every time he seduced her he had to plant images of men in his head, fantasizing that what he was doing to her"¦those men were doing to him, and he just wasn't up to the task. "It's still early, and I really need to talk to Zak," he countered softly, a silent plea shining within his dark sapphire eyes.
***
Usually he would be getting ready for the night ahead. Typically he would be making sure he had everything perfect before he went to his favorite club and dragged someone home for something passionate. Granted, something that wouldn't last to see the morning light, but he was tired of that. As much as he loved the freedom of being single he was sick of it, too. He wanted, needed something more, but the problem was those in his circles were either already attached, or weren't looking for anything permanent. Which left him looking outside his circles, and foregoing his Friday night out.
Instead, finishing up on the last consulting job he'd contracted, honestly looking forward to the next couple of days off, he went to the park. Dressed casually, Lazarus adjusted the wireless frames on his narrow face. He wasn\'t out there with any real purpose in mind; he just needed to clear his head, to think. If he were to go for someone outside his usual circles he\'d have to be cautious. There was no rush, though, and he had to admit, opening someone up to another world they'd probably never thought of sexually would be fun. Sighing softly, he continued drifting through the park aimlessly, his thoughts on slowly breaking in a virgin teasing his mind.
***
"Come on, Ty? What's so damned important you can't wait to talk to him until tomorrow?" Christa whined, her chocolate brown eyes locking on him, a combination of raging lust and seething fury smoldering in the fathomless depths.
He knew the warning signs, Ty mentally visualizing the scenario that would follow if he stuck to his guns and dared to deny Christa what she wanted. Nevertheless, he stood his ground, a soft sigh escaping him as he turned back around to gaze up at the darkening sky, searching the heavens for the first star out that night. "My father had a few questions about our camping trip that he wants answered tonight, and Zak is the only one who has those answers."
Shoving him away with a vicious snarl, she jumped down from the hood of the car, Christa stalking toward Ty with clenched fists. "You need to get your damned priorities straight, and I'm your damned priority! Do you understand me, Tynan?" she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes a blazing inferno of rage. Slamming her hands into his chest with enough force to make him take several steps back, Christa pursued Ty like a lioness on the trail of wounded prey. "I'm supposed to come first! Me! Not Zak! Not some stupid, fucking camping trip! Me, Ty! ME!!"
"Christa, I"¦" Ty began weakly, desperately wracking his mind for some way to calm her down, knowing there was only one way, and that was giving into her. Normally, he would, but not tonight. Mentally groaning, painfully aware he was just making things worse, he braced himself as well as he could. "I have to wait for Zak."
A resounding crack shattered what was left of the night's peace, Ty's head snapping to the side, his cheek flaming red where Christa had slapped him. A cold sneer marring her natural beauty, no hint of remorse to be found within her expression, she spun on her heel, storming back toward the car. "Get in the fucking car! I want to go home! NOW!"
***
He\'d been so lost to his own thoughts that he was barely paying attention to the conversations going on around him"¦until he heard that crack. Looking up sharply, he gasped, the sight of the young man breathtaking. Flicking his gaze over to the girl his eyes narrowed. Normally he wouldn\'t intrude on someone else's conversation, but he wasn\'t about to sit by and let that happen. Walking over to the couple he looked at her, stating quietly, \"I would suggest you find another mode of transportation. Before I show you exactly how I think your attitude should be dealt with.\" Turning his attention back to the young man he managed to keep his expression one of concern, Laz having no desire to frighten the boy away. Noting the dark red mark marring the young man's cheek, he shot the girl a warning glare, dismissing her a moment later. "You all right?"
Ty was so stunned by the sudden intervention on his behalf that all he could do at first was stand there and stare, utterly dumbfounded. And then"¦the man looked at him, those brilliant blue eyes drawing him in, calling to him so sweetly that he still couldn't seem to find his voice, his throat locking down around every word he tried to utter. Not until he realized that he was staring did Ty look away, and that was just to duck his head shyly, finally managing a strangled whisper. "Yes, sir."
"Oh please! All I did was slap the little asshole! If he can't take it then maybe he deserves to be bitch slapped!" Christa snapped haughtily as she stormed off, leaving no doubt that the decision to leave was her own and no one else's. "You haven't heard the last of this, Tynan Hashimoto!"
"I'd amend my rule about not hitting women just for her," Laz said, glaring after her as she stalked off. Turning back to face the boy, he smiled warmly, gently guiding Ty to a nearby table. "C'mon. Let's sit down."
Sinking down next to the stranger, Ty shook his head, countering quietly, "She's not worth the effort." Words he truly meant, but at the same time he didn't want to believe for two seconds the man before him would resort to such dishonorable actions.
"True. I'm Lazarus, by the way," he introduced. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he lit up before glancing over at Ty, offering one to the boy. "Smoke?"
"Tynan, as I'm sure you know"¦thanks to Christa. My friends just call me Ty, though," he murmured so softly he couldn't even be sure Lazarus had heard him, but at that point the embarrassment of the entire situation was beginning to sink in. He'd always been a very quiet soul, even when upset or angered, but then again Ty's temper was rarely sparked. He just preferred to live a peaceful life without all the complications of confrontation, forever remaining shy, always coming across the eternally innocent youth. A faint smile touching the corners of his mouth, he accepted gratefully, wasting no time lighting the cigarette. "Thanks. For everything."
Taking a drag, Laz held out his hand with a warm smile. \"It\'s nice to meet you, Ty, even under these circumstances. And, you\'re welcome,\" he said quietly, looking the young man beside him over. He was stunning; the long, straight, black hair, the fine but definitely masculine features that seemed to hide, and yet somehow accentuate an innocent sensuality about him. And, the eyes, those blue eyes were like two sapphires glinting brightly in the pale moonlight. \"Would"¦would you like to get some coffee? There\'s a shop not far from here. You'd still have a good view so you won\'t miss your friend.\"
"Sure," Ty murmured in agreement, belatedly shaking Laz's hand with a sheepish grin. He had to keep reminding himself not to stare into those brilliant orbs, although he swore they were blueberry blue, literally blueberry blue. Tearing himself away from their ensnaring gaze, he glanced over at the car, stubbing his cigarette out as he rose to his feet. "We can go in my dad's car, but"¦you can't smoke. Or, we can walk"¦"
Thinking for a moment, Laz finished his cigarette before countering softly, \"The shop isn\'t that far actually. And, if we leave the car your friend will know you\'re here. C\'mon, my treat. By the way, how\'s your face? She hit you pretty hard.\"
"My face?" he frowned in confusion, at first not quite sure of what Laz was talking about. A second later, when Ty realized what he was referring to, he was just extremely relieved he never blushed, praying Laz wasn't aware of just how lost he was in the man's presence. "Oh, I'm sure I'll live. After all, I'm in good hands."
Authors:DDarknight and Innocence Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/?
Summary:Laz was the perfect man, everything Ty had ever dreamed of, everything he'd hoped for, or so he believed in the beginning. What neither of them could have known was what Laz would awaken within Ty. Angst, H/C, M/M, BDSM, Humil, Toys, N/C, Minor, S&M, rim, oral, Anal, food play, *these warnings are for the entire fiction, applicable warnings will be posted per chapter.
Feedback: Appreicated
Author\'s note This fiction is copyrighted to DDarknight and Innocent moonlight.
Leaning back against his father's car, his long legs stretched out before him, Ty watched the sun setting behind a field of billowing clouds. Christa, his girlfriend, sat on the hood behind him with her legs wrapped around his hips, and her arms locked around his trim waist. Surreptitiously snaking her hands under his shirt, she lightly grazed her long nails across his tight abs, tauntingly nipping at his neck, drawing a whispered gasp from him. Sliding his eyes closed, he let his head fall back, granting her full access, knowing well what she wanted from him, what her teasing caresses were leading to. The problem was, for as sensual as her seduction was, Ty wasn't sure he could give her what she wanted. It was never easy, not for him, Christa doing nothing for him, heating his blood in no way. She was beautiful, and sinfully built, yes. In fact, she drove most of his friends to insanity...but for him Christa was built wrong. He longed for harder muscles, craved rougher hands, his body crying out to be molded to another, not to bend one to his own whim. He wanted a man...and god forgive him, for if he fell to his true desires his father never would. Thus, the existence of Christa and a string of others in his past, an illusion he created for his father's peace of mind, for his family's sanity, and for his own tranquility.
"They're not coming, Ty," she whispered in his ear, her breath wafting down his neck in heated waves. "Let's go to my place. My folks aren't home yet."
Warm chills racing down his spine, he glanced back, dreading Christa's response to his answer, but no matter how hard he tried it just wasn't in him to give her what she wanted. Every time he seduced her he had to plant images of men in his head, fantasizing that what he was doing to her"¦those men were doing to him, and he just wasn't up to the task. "It's still early, and I really need to talk to Zak," he countered softly, a silent plea shining within his dark sapphire eyes.
***
Usually he would be getting ready for the night ahead. Typically he would be making sure he had everything perfect before he went to his favorite club and dragged someone home for something passionate. Granted, something that wouldn't last to see the morning light, but he was tired of that. As much as he loved the freedom of being single he was sick of it, too. He wanted, needed something more, but the problem was those in his circles were either already attached, or weren't looking for anything permanent. Which left him looking outside his circles, and foregoing his Friday night out.
Instead, finishing up on the last consulting job he'd contracted, honestly looking forward to the next couple of days off, he went to the park. Dressed casually, Lazarus adjusted the wireless frames on his narrow face. He wasn\'t out there with any real purpose in mind; he just needed to clear his head, to think. If he were to go for someone outside his usual circles he\'d have to be cautious. There was no rush, though, and he had to admit, opening someone up to another world they'd probably never thought of sexually would be fun. Sighing softly, he continued drifting through the park aimlessly, his thoughts on slowly breaking in a virgin teasing his mind.
***
"Come on, Ty? What's so damned important you can't wait to talk to him until tomorrow?" Christa whined, her chocolate brown eyes locking on him, a combination of raging lust and seething fury smoldering in the fathomless depths.
He knew the warning signs, Ty mentally visualizing the scenario that would follow if he stuck to his guns and dared to deny Christa what she wanted. Nevertheless, he stood his ground, a soft sigh escaping him as he turned back around to gaze up at the darkening sky, searching the heavens for the first star out that night. "My father had a few questions about our camping trip that he wants answered tonight, and Zak is the only one who has those answers."
Shoving him away with a vicious snarl, she jumped down from the hood of the car, Christa stalking toward Ty with clenched fists. "You need to get your damned priorities straight, and I'm your damned priority! Do you understand me, Tynan?" she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes a blazing inferno of rage. Slamming her hands into his chest with enough force to make him take several steps back, Christa pursued Ty like a lioness on the trail of wounded prey. "I'm supposed to come first! Me! Not Zak! Not some stupid, fucking camping trip! Me, Ty! ME!!"
"Christa, I"¦" Ty began weakly, desperately wracking his mind for some way to calm her down, knowing there was only one way, and that was giving into her. Normally, he would, but not tonight. Mentally groaning, painfully aware he was just making things worse, he braced himself as well as he could. "I have to wait for Zak."
A resounding crack shattered what was left of the night's peace, Ty's head snapping to the side, his cheek flaming red where Christa had slapped him. A cold sneer marring her natural beauty, no hint of remorse to be found within her expression, she spun on her heel, storming back toward the car. "Get in the fucking car! I want to go home! NOW!"
***
He\'d been so lost to his own thoughts that he was barely paying attention to the conversations going on around him"¦until he heard that crack. Looking up sharply, he gasped, the sight of the young man breathtaking. Flicking his gaze over to the girl his eyes narrowed. Normally he wouldn\'t intrude on someone else's conversation, but he wasn\'t about to sit by and let that happen. Walking over to the couple he looked at her, stating quietly, \"I would suggest you find another mode of transportation. Before I show you exactly how I think your attitude should be dealt with.\" Turning his attention back to the young man he managed to keep his expression one of concern, Laz having no desire to frighten the boy away. Noting the dark red mark marring the young man's cheek, he shot the girl a warning glare, dismissing her a moment later. "You all right?"
Ty was so stunned by the sudden intervention on his behalf that all he could do at first was stand there and stare, utterly dumbfounded. And then"¦the man looked at him, those brilliant blue eyes drawing him in, calling to him so sweetly that he still couldn't seem to find his voice, his throat locking down around every word he tried to utter. Not until he realized that he was staring did Ty look away, and that was just to duck his head shyly, finally managing a strangled whisper. "Yes, sir."
"Oh please! All I did was slap the little asshole! If he can't take it then maybe he deserves to be bitch slapped!" Christa snapped haughtily as she stormed off, leaving no doubt that the decision to leave was her own and no one else's. "You haven't heard the last of this, Tynan Hashimoto!"
"I'd amend my rule about not hitting women just for her," Laz said, glaring after her as she stalked off. Turning back to face the boy, he smiled warmly, gently guiding Ty to a nearby table. "C'mon. Let's sit down."
Sinking down next to the stranger, Ty shook his head, countering quietly, "She's not worth the effort." Words he truly meant, but at the same time he didn't want to believe for two seconds the man before him would resort to such dishonorable actions.
"True. I'm Lazarus, by the way," he introduced. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he lit up before glancing over at Ty, offering one to the boy. "Smoke?"
"Tynan, as I'm sure you know"¦thanks to Christa. My friends just call me Ty, though," he murmured so softly he couldn't even be sure Lazarus had heard him, but at that point the embarrassment of the entire situation was beginning to sink in. He'd always been a very quiet soul, even when upset or angered, but then again Ty's temper was rarely sparked. He just preferred to live a peaceful life without all the complications of confrontation, forever remaining shy, always coming across the eternally innocent youth. A faint smile touching the corners of his mouth, he accepted gratefully, wasting no time lighting the cigarette. "Thanks. For everything."
Taking a drag, Laz held out his hand with a warm smile. \"It\'s nice to meet you, Ty, even under these circumstances. And, you\'re welcome,\" he said quietly, looking the young man beside him over. He was stunning; the long, straight, black hair, the fine but definitely masculine features that seemed to hide, and yet somehow accentuate an innocent sensuality about him. And, the eyes, those blue eyes were like two sapphires glinting brightly in the pale moonlight. \"Would"¦would you like to get some coffee? There\'s a shop not far from here. You'd still have a good view so you won\'t miss your friend.\"
"Sure," Ty murmured in agreement, belatedly shaking Laz's hand with a sheepish grin. He had to keep reminding himself not to stare into those brilliant orbs, although he swore they were blueberry blue, literally blueberry blue. Tearing himself away from their ensnaring gaze, he glanced over at the car, stubbing his cigarette out as he rose to his feet. "We can go in my dad's car, but"¦you can't smoke. Or, we can walk"¦"
Thinking for a moment, Laz finished his cigarette before countering softly, \"The shop isn\'t that far actually. And, if we leave the car your friend will know you\'re here. C\'mon, my treat. By the way, how\'s your face? She hit you pretty hard.\"
"My face?" he frowned in confusion, at first not quite sure of what Laz was talking about. A second later, when Ty realized what he was referring to, he was just extremely relieved he never blushed, praying Laz wasn't aware of just how lost he was in the man's presence. "Oh, I'm sure I'll live. After all, I'm in good hands."