Hot Masoleum Nights (C & K Chronicles)

The C & K Chronicles are a series of oneshots that have little to do with each other except that they feature Chase and Konstatine. I hope you enjoy it please comment.

“God it’s hot. Why are we doing this?”

“Because it’s something to do.”

“Don’t you think it’s kind of disrespectful?”

“The dead do not care.” I gave Chase my carefree smile as I shook my longish black hair out of my eyes. That always worked.

“Okay, Okay. So where do we start?” Chase gave me a worried look. He always was the safe one between the two of us.

Chase looked and acted like the boy next door. He had blonde hair that flipped out just like a surfer. His eyes were different shades of blue or green depending on his mood. Right now they were blue-gray with worry. His body had long lean muscles wrapping his thin frame. He wore a gray and white regalan baseball tee, jeans and tennis shoes.

If Chase is categorized as the boy next door then I’m defiantly the bad boy type. I have emo-kid longish hair. Not because I’m emo but because I’m too lazy to keep it trim. I have brown eyes, black hair and a little scar on my left eyebrow. But my most noticeable “bad boy” feature is my sleeved arm. It has a mixture of color with images of dragons and koi fish.

My tattoos were what drew Chase to me in the first place. He had come into my tattoo shop hoping to get a small oni (demon) tattoo). After breaking out my charm he decided on getting a large oni piece on his torso. It spanned from his rib cage to his hip bone and took up the majority of the left side of his stomach.

When I tattooed him it was my first chance to touch him. It was also the first time I saw the mixture of pleasure and pain on someone’s face while being tattooed. It brought a whole new side of me (S) and a whole new side of Chase (M) that neither of us knew was there.

“Konstatine.” I ignored him. He got louder, “Konstatine!”

“What?” I turned around and looked at him.

“How much farther?”

“Just over there.” I pointed to a tall mausoleum.

“We’re going in there?” the panic rose in his voice.

“Yeah. It will be fun,” I soothed.

I opened the door to the mausoleum which read, “Gardner Family,” then sat down my bag of provisions inside.

Before stepping all the way in I turned to Chase and said, “You coming?”

His brow furrowed and he gave a small squeak of a “yeah.”

When I stepped inside I started taking out the candles. I lit myself a cigarette then tossed the lighter to Chase.

“Go ahead and start lighting them,” I paused long enough to give him my award winning smile, “can’t have a séance without candles.

Chase huffed. It looked like his stomach was turning, which made my day. Don’t get me wrong. I loved to see him happy but I also loved to see his animated facial expressions when he was worried or angry.

The candles were arranged in a circle, with us in the center. All of the dead Gardners were
staring at us from either heaven or hell.

I guess I should confess that I didn’t really want to have a séance. I just wanted to do something semi-risky with Chase to heighten the mood. In a graveyard with a spooky atmosphere was the perfect place.

Chase sat cross-legged, looking around. His face was pale, all of his normal color drained from his face. I put the cigarette in my mouth and got down on all fours and started slinking my way towards him. Before I could do anything he jumped up to get away from me.

I slumped back, “What?”

“We can’t do something like that here!”

“Why not?” I pulled myself up to a standing position.

“Because were in a graveyard!”

“And?” I took a step closer to him.

“And it’s disrespectful.” He took a step back.

“So?” I took another step.

“And it’s like the Gardners are watching us.” He took another step and there was a small thud from Chase walking into the mausoleum wall.

“Let them watch.” I closed the distance with one more step.

I put one hand on either side of his head, trapping him in between them. I started kissing him. Hesitantly he kissed back. I moved to his ear and whispered, “See, you know its hot messing around in weird places.”

He stifled a small chuckle, “you think it’s hot to mess around no matter where we are, no matter what time, or whose watching.”

“True. So long as it’s with you.”

While kissing his should I started letting my left hand rave over his body. Down his chest, down the front of his pants to check to see if he was getting hard. (He was already very hard.) He gave a soft moan, which made me all the hotter. I moved my left hand to his face, then to his mouth. He began to suck, using my finger as a substitute for my cock. He slid my whole finger in his mouth, this time it was me who moaned. Then I bit his shoulder. Hard. Chase’s back arched in ecstasy and he slid to the floor.

I followed him and placed myself between his outstretched legs. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, yanked it over his head, and threw it in the corner. There it was, on his chest, my work of art. A remembrance that I was the first person to help him realize his love for pleasure and pain. Hopefully the only one. I traced the image with my finger making his body shudder. I couldn’t’ help but smile.

Now that his shirt was off I could see the red ring on his shoulder from my bite. It made me want to be even meaner to him that’s when my eyes went to the cigarette in my hand.

I took another puff and said, “Want to try something new? Something more intense than before?”

Chase, looking at my cigarette, knodded eagerly then looked away in embarrassment.

“Why are you ashamed of what you like?”

“Because it makes me a deviant.”

I didn’t want to make him do something he didn’t want so I said, “Shall we stop?”

“No.” his answer was too fast so he blushed again.

All it did was make me smile bigger. I stuck the cigarette in the corner of my mouth and began running my tattooed hand over his chest.

“Now where should we do it? Any suggestions?”

“Some place only you can see.”

“Well then…”I pulled the cig out of my mouth and began to unbutton his pants. He was completely erect. I slowly kissed each hip bone and then flicked my tongue on the head of his dick. I looked up at him as I started bobbing my head up and down. His face was so red.

When he started to moan I turned the cigarette over in my hand and started to bring it closer to his sin. The closer I got to his hip the bigger his eyes got. At the same time that I deep throated him I also put the cigarette out on one of those perfect hips.

He bucked like crazy. Not from pain but from pleasure. His moans got louder than I had ever heard them. He probably could wake the dead. Faster than I could blink his hands were in my hair pulling me up and down over his swollen cock. It was the first time I had ever seen him exert so much control. He was fucking my mouth!

With no warning: hot, thick cum shot into my mouth. He must have been eating a lot of pineapple because it even tasted a little sweat.

“Sorry,” Chase said meekly when he was finished.

“For what?” I cocked one eyebrow.

“For not telling you…”

“I thought it was hot,” I reached up and grabbed the back of his head and drew his face close to mine. If there was any cum left I wanted him to taste it.

After the kiss I knocked a candle out of the way and pushed him flat to the ground.

“My turn,” I growled as I unbuttoned my own pants. As I was pulling his jeans down for access to his ass I felt something scratch my arm.

“Ow!”

“What?” concern in his voice.

“I think a bug bit me or something.” I touched the place on my arm only to come into contact something gooey. I pulled my hand back to look, it was blood.

From next to my ear I heard in a scratchy whisper, “not a bug…”

I whipped my head around to see who was there. The room was empty besides me and Chase.

“What!?”

“Didn’t you hear that!?”

“Hear what!?”
“That voice!”

The smoke from the candles started to thicken in an unnatural way. All of the smoke pooling into one cloud. All the while the smoke was churning. Something was trying to take shape.

“Do you see that?”

“How could I not?”

Just as that was said a face appeared from the smoke. It was a half rotted away human face. A man whose left side of his face had maggots crawling in it and was partially just bone where it had just completely rotted away. The other side was a 50 some year old man.

“Get out,” it said.

We both stood there, frozen.

“I said get out!!” The voice’s volume grew a thousand times. It hurt our ears but we got the message. We tore off running, leaving the candles and Chase’s shirt inside the mausoleum.

The smoke followed us. Gaining speed.

“Get out! Get out! Get out!”

From to the left of us “Get out!” a woman’s voice.

From the right, “Get out and stay out!” another man’s voice.

We ran and ran until we were out of the cemetery and next to the car. The car was parked on the street next to the cemetery. I was trying to get the keys from my pockets when I realized something.

“Hey Chase! Look!”

“What!? Let’s go1”

“Look!”

He turned around to see the ghosts hovering near the entrance, unable to cross the threshold.

“I guess they’re stuck there…” Chase murmured.

“Oh yeah?” I walked to the back of the car. “Come here.”

Chase hesitantly walked over to me.

“Get on your knees.” I said.

“But…” Chase whimpered.

“Please?”

He reluctantly got down to his knees. I unzipped my pants the rest of the way and pulled out my cock that was at half mass. As soon as Chase put it in his mouth it became full erect. I looked over at the ghosts – smiled and waved. They did nothing.

When my cock was nice and wet I said, “Get up.” He did.

I got behind him and unbuttoned his pants again by wrapping my hands around his torso. I wondered when he had had the chance to button them.

When they were unbuttoned I slid them down to his ankles and pushed him down on the trunk of the car.

I leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “ready?”

He gave a slight nod. I grabbed my wet cock and slowly started to push it between his ass cheeks. I didn’t really have to worry about hi feeling pain for two reasons. #1: we had already fucked like this and #2: he liked pain. But I still tried to take it slow at the beginning so I didn’t really hurt him.

I started rocking my hips back and forth. The whole time I kept watching the reaction, or lack of reaction from the ghosts.

“You like that?”

Chase must have thought I was talking to him because I heard, “MmHm”

I leaned forward and grabbed his newly erect cock. I began stroking it in time with my thrusts. With my free hand I slapped the side of his ass. Chase moaned.

I started pounding, harder and harder. I felt the walls of Chase’s ass constrict around my cock as he came.

I heard a soft, “Konstatine” come from his lips.

The added pressure on my cock was so stimulating that I soon came as well. I didn’t pull out. It was my way of making my territory, and besides, Chase liked it.

I slowly pulled my cock out, and then turned to the ghosts. While buttoning my pants I asked them, “Did you enjoy the show?”

I bowed for them, just like you would at the end of any performance. That’s when I heard, “Come on Konstatine, let’s go.”

We got in the car and I waved to the ghosts as we left.

“Quit it,” Chase scolded. And I laughed as I made a mental decision not to ever go back to that graveyard.