Tree of Eternity
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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957
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0
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
957
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
Hey, everyone in Slash Land. How’s it goin’? My brain has made me write another story, it’s relentless I tell you, and I’ll tell you now that this one will be unlike anything I’ve written before, in most aspects, in the sense that it’s going to mostly be a romance story. Something I myself haven’t dabbled in much. It’ll be a weird, twisted romance story, but one nevertheless. But enough of my talking, I shall let you on your way. See you at the end.
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Red satin. Everything was covered in luxurious, red satin. They draped the walls, partially hiding hundreds of black and white pictures. The red satin strewed the floor and crawled its way up to a large bed centered in the middle of the room. In the middle of the bed lay a young man. The only thing covering his pale, nude form was the deep crimson of the satin sheets.
Silky, black hair splayed out around his head, trying in vain to swallow up the red. The young man shifted and a low moan issued as the satin caressed him in a most intimate way.
A low chuckle sounded and the young man moaned again as fingers touched his stomach and ran up to his chest, light and teasing. The young man arched his back, to try and gain more of that touch and he gasped when the fingers brushed against his nipple and continued to swirl and rub against it.
The chuckle came again as the fingers disappeared. There was a click and the room was filled with light as a brilliant flash went off. A second later everything was plunged into darkness once more.
“Mmm, you’re so beautiful, Marcel,” the man sitting besides Marcel said as a series of clicks and flashes went off in repetition. The man shifted slightly for a better angle and the flashes continued. He paused long enough to move one of Marcel’s arms above his head – taking his time to run his fingers along the soft, supple flesh of the appendage – and tilt the young man’s face towards him.
“Now look at me. No, don’t just look at me, I mean look at me…Ah there we go. Such a good boy.”
The flashes started again. They continued as the man gave low, heated instructions every so often. Finally, after the man was satisfied, he set the camera down on the bed and leaned over the young man.
“Marcel, my gorgeous Marcel. You have more beauty than any picture can capture. You are my masterpiece.” The man’s fingers returned to touch the beauty before him and traced Marcel’s lower lip. The man then lowered himself enough to taste those tempting, lush lips.
When he pulled away he could see pale, green eyes staring at him with want, lust…and something else he couldn’t describe. He leaned into the hand Marcel lifted to touch his face. Marcel always had the softest, most gentle hands.
“Raphael,” the young man murmured. His voice was soft and as sweet as a spring breeze. Marcel’s fingers weaved into the man’s long, thick chocolate brown hair that he never got tired of touching.
“Yes, Marcel?” Raphael asked as he turned his head enough to kiss the young man’s palm.
“I love you.”
Raphael paused, his lips pressed against Marcel’s skin, before he turned his head to look down at the young man. A smile upturned his lips as he covered Marcel’s hand with his own.
“And I love you, my lovely work of art.”
The smile the man received was more radiant than the sun. He wanted nothing more than to envelope Marcel into his very being. The young man was so very beautiful.
“I love you so much, Raphael,” Marcel said softly and used his hand to pull the man to him. They spent a few, blissful minutes exploring each other’s mouths slowly, taking their time. When their lips unlocked they stayed close together, but not fully touching.
“I love you so much. I want to love you forever and ever and ever…” Marcel whispered, his lips caressing Raphael’s ever so lightly.
The man chuckled, the sound deep and resounding. His smile was endearing and amused.
“I’m flattered your love for me is so strong.” He kissed the young man again and when he pulled away the smile was still there.
“But nothing lasts forever, Marcel. Not even love.”
==========================Prologue End
Sheesh I haven’t written anything like that in a good, long while. It was odd, but nice. It’s funny, thinking over the prologue and the first chapter; it’d be hard for anyone to predict where this story is going. Good thing I know. But do tell me what you think of this so far, even though you got such a small, vague piece of the story, it’d still be nice to hear your opinion. Until next time!
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Red satin. Everything was covered in luxurious, red satin. They draped the walls, partially hiding hundreds of black and white pictures. The red satin strewed the floor and crawled its way up to a large bed centered in the middle of the room. In the middle of the bed lay a young man. The only thing covering his pale, nude form was the deep crimson of the satin sheets.
Silky, black hair splayed out around his head, trying in vain to swallow up the red. The young man shifted and a low moan issued as the satin caressed him in a most intimate way.
A low chuckle sounded and the young man moaned again as fingers touched his stomach and ran up to his chest, light and teasing. The young man arched his back, to try and gain more of that touch and he gasped when the fingers brushed against his nipple and continued to swirl and rub against it.
The chuckle came again as the fingers disappeared. There was a click and the room was filled with light as a brilliant flash went off. A second later everything was plunged into darkness once more.
“Mmm, you’re so beautiful, Marcel,” the man sitting besides Marcel said as a series of clicks and flashes went off in repetition. The man shifted slightly for a better angle and the flashes continued. He paused long enough to move one of Marcel’s arms above his head – taking his time to run his fingers along the soft, supple flesh of the appendage – and tilt the young man’s face towards him.
“Now look at me. No, don’t just look at me, I mean look at me…Ah there we go. Such a good boy.”
The flashes started again. They continued as the man gave low, heated instructions every so often. Finally, after the man was satisfied, he set the camera down on the bed and leaned over the young man.
“Marcel, my gorgeous Marcel. You have more beauty than any picture can capture. You are my masterpiece.” The man’s fingers returned to touch the beauty before him and traced Marcel’s lower lip. The man then lowered himself enough to taste those tempting, lush lips.
When he pulled away he could see pale, green eyes staring at him with want, lust…and something else he couldn’t describe. He leaned into the hand Marcel lifted to touch his face. Marcel always had the softest, most gentle hands.
“Raphael,” the young man murmured. His voice was soft and as sweet as a spring breeze. Marcel’s fingers weaved into the man’s long, thick chocolate brown hair that he never got tired of touching.
“Yes, Marcel?” Raphael asked as he turned his head enough to kiss the young man’s palm.
“I love you.”
Raphael paused, his lips pressed against Marcel’s skin, before he turned his head to look down at the young man. A smile upturned his lips as he covered Marcel’s hand with his own.
“And I love you, my lovely work of art.”
The smile the man received was more radiant than the sun. He wanted nothing more than to envelope Marcel into his very being. The young man was so very beautiful.
“I love you so much, Raphael,” Marcel said softly and used his hand to pull the man to him. They spent a few, blissful minutes exploring each other’s mouths slowly, taking their time. When their lips unlocked they stayed close together, but not fully touching.
“I love you so much. I want to love you forever and ever and ever…” Marcel whispered, his lips caressing Raphael’s ever so lightly.
The man chuckled, the sound deep and resounding. His smile was endearing and amused.
“I’m flattered your love for me is so strong.” He kissed the young man again and when he pulled away the smile was still there.
“But nothing lasts forever, Marcel. Not even love.”
==========================Prologue End
Sheesh I haven’t written anything like that in a good, long while. It was odd, but nice. It’s funny, thinking over the prologue and the first chapter; it’d be hard for anyone to predict where this story is going. Good thing I know. But do tell me what you think of this so far, even though you got such a small, vague piece of the story, it’d still be nice to hear your opinion. Until next time!