Perfection and Destruction
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Adult +
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Perfection and Destruction
Hi, there! This is my first original fiction. All the characters I use in here will be either my own OCs that I’ve created and probably used in one of my many spiral fanfics, or if they’re not my own, I’ll put a note in. I know at least a few that I use will be ones created by Lady Duzie. With that said, enjoy!
Warnings: There won't be much action in the first few chappies, but fear not! There will be much with the boy sex once I get into it. That’s all!
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Hushed whispers and giggles were heard aplenty in the halls of Nile C. Kinnick High School, formerly Yokohama American High School, located in Yokohama, Japan. The gossip was nothing new, at least to the most popular boy in the district. Sometimes, it seemed talk of the boy spread throughout the whole country. Everyone knew him, or at least knew of him. Perfection was the only word to describe him- smart (top in his class), funny, fit (top on the track team and it showed), not to mention flat out cool (lead vocalist in an up and coming band)-there wasn’t a thing wrong with him. The way he carried himself, not to mention his perfectly toned body, dared someone-anyone- to find a thing wrong with him; any flaw at all.
If his laid-back attitude and confident smirk that said he had the world on a string wrapped around his finger didn’t hook you, his exotic looks would. He certainly wasn’t a boring boy, by far. His shoulder-length black hair that shone with a brilliance that could only be natural seemed to flow with every self-assured step he took. His clothes fit him perfectly; tight black hip hugger pants and an equally tight fitting black shirt with three slashes going diagonal across his chest showing his finely toned chest just enough to make the girls (and most of the guys) drool or at least stare for a few seconds. Black fingerless gloves reaching up to his elbows with red netting under the top and laced together with black ribbon finished his current outfit off. Though, his most noticeable feature wasn’t his posture or his arrogant-yet-comfortable attitude. By far, his most stunning, if not all together shocking, trait was his eyes. They weren’t a normal blue or brown (as if anything about this boy was normal), but a crimson red that seemed to pierce through you if he so wished it, while at the same time showing every emotion he experienced.
All in all, this teenager of only sixteen was a remarkable boy. All the girls wanted him, and if the guys didn’t want him, too, they wanted to be him. Not only did he have more friends than he knew what to do with, he had the love of his life at such an early age. If he couldn’t get what he wanted through his almost inhuman skills, it would simply drop into his lap through pure luck, which he seemed to have an abundance of. There wasn’t a thing Itsuki Rutherford didn’t have or couldn’t get.
“Suuuukkkkkiiiiiiiiii!” came the yell, more like a screeching sound to said boy. It was only a warning sign to the raven-haired teen before another body collided with his and legs wrapped around his waist, joined by two arms around his neck in what was so commonly referred to as a glomp. The crimson-eyed boy stumbled back a step before catching himself and the lighter (for which he was thankful) boy now attached to him. Suki glanced at his hyperactive boyfriend, who looked up at him, peering through yellow eyes that would look sickly on anyone else. On Aishiteru Narumi, though, they matched his dark violet, spiky mess of a head of hair perfectly, giving the boy a slightly demonic look. The younger teen, only fifteen years, wasn’t quite as popular as his all star boyfriend, but he had his fair share of girls and guys crushing on him. His outfit consisted of a simple pair of blue jeans that were ripped over one thigh, showing some very touchable skin, and a dark purple shirt that fit him quite well- not to mention matched his hair.
“Damn, Ai.” Suki muttered, shifting his weight to better accommodate the sudden added weight, “Do you have to knock me over every time you see me?”
The rhetorical question went right over the purple head and the younger one adorned a slight pout, “I didn’t knock you over.” He defended himself.
“You do every other time.” The slightly taller one pointed out.
“It’s not my fault you’re clumsy.” Ai shot back.
Dark red eyes rolled and a soft chuckle escaped pale lips as he kissed the still-pouting boy on his forehead, “Of course not, love.” He conceded to the child-like one.
“Hey, don’t treat me like a kid.” Ai demanded, pouting more.
'Then don’t act like one.' Suki commented in his head, but knew that saying so would cause a small argument that would easily be resolved with cheesy lines and heavy making out. While the older one didn’t object to the end result, he could just as easily achieve the same outcome without going through the whole ten minutes of faux ignoring and (mostly) pretend anger. So, instead, Suki just rolled his eyes again and kissed the yellow-eyed boy. It didn’t take long for Ai to get over his mini fit and return the kiss with a passion only true lovers could show for each other. His arms tightened around the taller one’s neck, pulling his head closer and pressing his mouth closer to his. The dominate boy slipped his tongue in between willingly open lips and licked around his boyfriend’s hot mouth, covering every inch he could with his probing tongue. A soft moan escaped the dark violet-haired teen’s mouth as he rubbed his tongue back against his boyfriend’s.
The two would have gone further (school or not), if not for a teacher passing by. Not even so much a teacher as the school’s doctor, who smacked Suki in the head on his way by, forcing his mouth closed and biting down on Ai’s tongue. The latter pulled away, wincing and glaring at the older man, who had graying hair and a matching beard that was neatly trimmed. All in all, he looked ancient, but in no way elderly, and commanded a certain respect from most students. From Suki, however, he just got a glare. “School is for learning, not making out like you two have been led to believe.” He reminded them.
The black-haired boy just scoffed, “I run this school, I can do what I please.” He shot back. All he got in response was a roll of the older one’s eyes and the reward of his retreating form into the doctor’s office. “Tight ass.” Suki muttered as the door shut with a small slam. Sighing, he set Ai back down on his own two feet, “Come on, we better get to class, don’t want Zion to get pissed again.”
Ai shuttered slightly at the mention of the boy’s name, “He’s such a bastard.” He agreed, “Why in the world does he care if we do well or not?”
“You know how competitive he gets.” Suki reminded him, “He freaks if anyone doesn’t perform to his exact standards and live up to his expectations.”
“And, of course, he’s so violent that he just starts hitting anyone who doesn’t comply.” The younger one concluded, sighing and rubbing his arm, “And no one would believe that the great and powerful Zion would ever be abusive, so all the teachers think it’s our parents or something.”
“Even though we have no parents.” The red-eyed boy pointed out, “We all live in an orphanage.”
“True, so who do they think hits us?”
“Hits you.” Suki corrected him, “Zion doesn’t touch me, remember?”
“Because you fight back.” The younger one muttered, “I try and he just hits harder.”
A small frown found its way to the elder boy’s lips as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist in a possessive notion, “Next time he does, I’ll kick his ass.” He promised. Ai was about to object and say it was useless; that Zion would just get him when he was alone, but when he looked up to tell his lover not to interfere, he saw a look he rarely saw in the confident boy’s eyes: fear. What Suki was afraid of, he wasn’t sure, but it was unmistakable.
“I can take care of myself.” He mumbled, still attempting to save his pride while not pushing the protective one away too much. Though, the next words out of the latter’s mouth made him hesitate.
“Then do it.” Before Ai could respond, the bell rang, signaling that all students still roaming the hallways or chatting away in the lobby were now late to class.
Sighing, slightly annoyed at the interruption, the colorful-haired teen placed a quick kiss on the other’s lips before running down the hallway, waving and calling, “See you after class!”
It took the darker-haired boy a moment to process everything, but once he did, he simply shook his head and waved back, “Yeah, later, love!” he shouted back, heading into his own classroom.
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Well, not too much excitement in this chapter, but after a couple chappies, the plot will pick up. Let me know what you think of it so far. Review!
Warnings: There won't be much action in the first few chappies, but fear not! There will be much with the boy sex once I get into it. That’s all!
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Hushed whispers and giggles were heard aplenty in the halls of Nile C. Kinnick High School, formerly Yokohama American High School, located in Yokohama, Japan. The gossip was nothing new, at least to the most popular boy in the district. Sometimes, it seemed talk of the boy spread throughout the whole country. Everyone knew him, or at least knew of him. Perfection was the only word to describe him- smart (top in his class), funny, fit (top on the track team and it showed), not to mention flat out cool (lead vocalist in an up and coming band)-there wasn’t a thing wrong with him. The way he carried himself, not to mention his perfectly toned body, dared someone-anyone- to find a thing wrong with him; any flaw at all.
If his laid-back attitude and confident smirk that said he had the world on a string wrapped around his finger didn’t hook you, his exotic looks would. He certainly wasn’t a boring boy, by far. His shoulder-length black hair that shone with a brilliance that could only be natural seemed to flow with every self-assured step he took. His clothes fit him perfectly; tight black hip hugger pants and an equally tight fitting black shirt with three slashes going diagonal across his chest showing his finely toned chest just enough to make the girls (and most of the guys) drool or at least stare for a few seconds. Black fingerless gloves reaching up to his elbows with red netting under the top and laced together with black ribbon finished his current outfit off. Though, his most noticeable feature wasn’t his posture or his arrogant-yet-comfortable attitude. By far, his most stunning, if not all together shocking, trait was his eyes. They weren’t a normal blue or brown (as if anything about this boy was normal), but a crimson red that seemed to pierce through you if he so wished it, while at the same time showing every emotion he experienced.
All in all, this teenager of only sixteen was a remarkable boy. All the girls wanted him, and if the guys didn’t want him, too, they wanted to be him. Not only did he have more friends than he knew what to do with, he had the love of his life at such an early age. If he couldn’t get what he wanted through his almost inhuman skills, it would simply drop into his lap through pure luck, which he seemed to have an abundance of. There wasn’t a thing Itsuki Rutherford didn’t have or couldn’t get.
“Suuuukkkkkiiiiiiiiii!” came the yell, more like a screeching sound to said boy. It was only a warning sign to the raven-haired teen before another body collided with his and legs wrapped around his waist, joined by two arms around his neck in what was so commonly referred to as a glomp. The crimson-eyed boy stumbled back a step before catching himself and the lighter (for which he was thankful) boy now attached to him. Suki glanced at his hyperactive boyfriend, who looked up at him, peering through yellow eyes that would look sickly on anyone else. On Aishiteru Narumi, though, they matched his dark violet, spiky mess of a head of hair perfectly, giving the boy a slightly demonic look. The younger teen, only fifteen years, wasn’t quite as popular as his all star boyfriend, but he had his fair share of girls and guys crushing on him. His outfit consisted of a simple pair of blue jeans that were ripped over one thigh, showing some very touchable skin, and a dark purple shirt that fit him quite well- not to mention matched his hair.
“Damn, Ai.” Suki muttered, shifting his weight to better accommodate the sudden added weight, “Do you have to knock me over every time you see me?”
The rhetorical question went right over the purple head and the younger one adorned a slight pout, “I didn’t knock you over.” He defended himself.
“You do every other time.” The slightly taller one pointed out.
“It’s not my fault you’re clumsy.” Ai shot back.
Dark red eyes rolled and a soft chuckle escaped pale lips as he kissed the still-pouting boy on his forehead, “Of course not, love.” He conceded to the child-like one.
“Hey, don’t treat me like a kid.” Ai demanded, pouting more.
'Then don’t act like one.' Suki commented in his head, but knew that saying so would cause a small argument that would easily be resolved with cheesy lines and heavy making out. While the older one didn’t object to the end result, he could just as easily achieve the same outcome without going through the whole ten minutes of faux ignoring and (mostly) pretend anger. So, instead, Suki just rolled his eyes again and kissed the yellow-eyed boy. It didn’t take long for Ai to get over his mini fit and return the kiss with a passion only true lovers could show for each other. His arms tightened around the taller one’s neck, pulling his head closer and pressing his mouth closer to his. The dominate boy slipped his tongue in between willingly open lips and licked around his boyfriend’s hot mouth, covering every inch he could with his probing tongue. A soft moan escaped the dark violet-haired teen’s mouth as he rubbed his tongue back against his boyfriend’s.
The two would have gone further (school or not), if not for a teacher passing by. Not even so much a teacher as the school’s doctor, who smacked Suki in the head on his way by, forcing his mouth closed and biting down on Ai’s tongue. The latter pulled away, wincing and glaring at the older man, who had graying hair and a matching beard that was neatly trimmed. All in all, he looked ancient, but in no way elderly, and commanded a certain respect from most students. From Suki, however, he just got a glare. “School is for learning, not making out like you two have been led to believe.” He reminded them.
The black-haired boy just scoffed, “I run this school, I can do what I please.” He shot back. All he got in response was a roll of the older one’s eyes and the reward of his retreating form into the doctor’s office. “Tight ass.” Suki muttered as the door shut with a small slam. Sighing, he set Ai back down on his own two feet, “Come on, we better get to class, don’t want Zion to get pissed again.”
Ai shuttered slightly at the mention of the boy’s name, “He’s such a bastard.” He agreed, “Why in the world does he care if we do well or not?”
“You know how competitive he gets.” Suki reminded him, “He freaks if anyone doesn’t perform to his exact standards and live up to his expectations.”
“And, of course, he’s so violent that he just starts hitting anyone who doesn’t comply.” The younger one concluded, sighing and rubbing his arm, “And no one would believe that the great and powerful Zion would ever be abusive, so all the teachers think it’s our parents or something.”
“Even though we have no parents.” The red-eyed boy pointed out, “We all live in an orphanage.”
“True, so who do they think hits us?”
“Hits you.” Suki corrected him, “Zion doesn’t touch me, remember?”
“Because you fight back.” The younger one muttered, “I try and he just hits harder.”
A small frown found its way to the elder boy’s lips as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist in a possessive notion, “Next time he does, I’ll kick his ass.” He promised. Ai was about to object and say it was useless; that Zion would just get him when he was alone, but when he looked up to tell his lover not to interfere, he saw a look he rarely saw in the confident boy’s eyes: fear. What Suki was afraid of, he wasn’t sure, but it was unmistakable.
“I can take care of myself.” He mumbled, still attempting to save his pride while not pushing the protective one away too much. Though, the next words out of the latter’s mouth made him hesitate.
“Then do it.” Before Ai could respond, the bell rang, signaling that all students still roaming the hallways or chatting away in the lobby were now late to class.
Sighing, slightly annoyed at the interruption, the colorful-haired teen placed a quick kiss on the other’s lips before running down the hallway, waving and calling, “See you after class!”
It took the darker-haired boy a moment to process everything, but once he did, he simply shook his head and waved back, “Yeah, later, love!” he shouted back, heading into his own classroom.
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Well, not too much excitement in this chapter, but after a couple chappies, the plot will pick up. Let me know what you think of it so far. Review!