Let’s Cut Those Blood Ties
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Let’s Cut Those Blood Ties
Title: Let’s Cut Those Blood Ties
Word Count: 1742
Characters: Zeke Parker, Yuushi Parker
Warnings: incest of the worst kind, non-con and dub-con, unrealistic anal sex
Story Type: One-Shot
Author’s Note: This was written for countess_D84 on AFF. She wanted to see #2 and #5 from Five Things That Never Happened To Zeke turned into their own one-shots. So here’s #5 in all of its incest-filled glory. As of 3/29/10 I’ve rewritten this and I’ve added some more meat to this story so that it flows better.
“It’s not like you’re really my father,” Yuushi purred, his voice low with desire as he pressed Zeke back into one of the counters that lined the walls of the older man’s restaurant quality kitchen. “After all, Aizen raised me and taught me to think of him as my father. You’re just a sperm donor.”
Yuushi seemed to savor the words as they left his lips. The smile curving up his lips was arrogant.
He paused and leaned forward to steal a kiss from Zeke’s parted pink lips. When he pulled away, the look in his eyes was smug. His dark blue eyes were filled with satisfaction.
“You taste so sweet,” Yuushi marveled, settling his large hands on the slight curves of Zeke’s hips. “Nothing like that bastard that’s for sure.”
He kissed Zeke again, bowing his birth father back against the counter until it became almost too painful for him and he shoved at Yuushi's broad chest with all of his strength. When that didn’t work, Zeke began to struggle even harder, hitting Yuushi wherever he could.
Zeke broke the kiss this time, fighting against his instincts until he could think beyond the haze of submission that threatened to sweep his mind away.
“I don’t care if the fucking pope raised you,” the older man snarled, fury lighting up his bright blue eyes even further as he stepped down on Yuushi’s instep. “I’m still your father. There’s no way in hell that I’d ever sleep with you!”
Yuushi smirked down at his father, not at all deterred by the venom that he heard in the older man’s voice, and he licked his lips. “Say what you like,” Yuushi purred malevolently, stroking his fingers up and down Zeke’s sides. “One way or another, I will have you in my bed.”
Zeke tried to pull away from Yuushi’s firm body, but the younger brunet was both taller and stronger than he was. All of his struggling was futile and with the way that Yuushi was leering down at Zeke, all they were doing was making the dark skinned male even more aroused.
Yuushi smirked down at Zeke and without warning, slid his hand underneath the oversized t-shirt that his father was wearing. Underneath the thin cotton shirt, Zeke’s only form of underwear was a pair of baggy boxers that did nothing to hide his cock from Yuushi’s questing fingers.
Yuushi rubbed Zeke’s cock through his shorts, smiling a bit as his father’s breath hitched and his blue eyes crossed.
“You’re so sexy,” Yuushi breathed, his voice filling with awe as he watched Zeke’s eyes glaze over with a haze of lust. “You’re everything Aizen said that you’d be...I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“N-no,” Zeke whispered, some part of his mind still cognizant enough to realize that he didn’t want Yuushi to touch him. “Don’t do this to me...” His breath hitched again, this time catching in a sob as Yuushi ripped his open his boxers and roughly yanked the fabric away from his prize.
Tears trickled down Zeke’s face as he tried to get away but Yuushi wasn’t having any of it. He hit Zeke once across the face, backhanding the older man and causing a bright red bruise to blossom on the older man’s cheek.
“Don’t look at me like that. Stop crying!” Yuushi demanded, narrowing his eyes at Zeke as the older man glared at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I won’t hurt you if you just give me what I want.”
Zeke shook his head wildly, still sniffling as he wiped his tears away from his face. “Please let me go, Yuushi,” he pleaded in an earnest tone, trying to stay calm. “This is wrong. You don’t want this. ”
Yuushi’s lips were pursed and he narrowed his eyes at Zeke in an angry glare. His hand began to slide back and forth over the length of his father’s half-hard erection.
“You’re supposed to be a whore,” Yuushi mumbled almost to himself as he stared unabashedly at Zeke’s body, as he took in the sight of all of that pale skin and those long legs. “You aren’t supposed to care who’s fucking you...That’s what Aizen said. He told me that you were going to be easy.”
Zeke blinked up at Yuushi, a slow rush of anger glinting in the depths of his eyes as his hands clenched into fists against his side. “You do realize that people grow up right?” Zeke snarled, his husky voice losing any warmth that it might have had. “I’ve grown up, Yuushi. Maybe Aizen hasn’t; maybe he’s still holding onto that desire to finish what he started. But I’m not.”
Zeke raised one long-fingered hand up to his neck and touched the band of scar tissue that ringed it. “I’ve grown out of the urge to sleep around. I’m much too old for that now.”
He made a face as he continued to run his fingers over his worst scar. “I’m almost thirty-five, Yuushi,” Zeke whispered, “I’m not the easy little piece that I used to be. I will always love sex, but that’s what I have my Miska for. He’s my husband and he’s all that I need.”
“But you wanted me,” Yuushi growled out, his hand still hard at work on Zeke’s erection. “I saw it in your eyes when you first looked at me. You wanted to fuck me. Why did that have to change?”
“Wanting has nothing to do with it,” Zeke bit out as he swatted at Yuushi’s hand. “Even if you weren’t my son, I wouldn’t have slept with you. Nothing on Earth could make me cheat on my husband!”
Yuushi growled angrily under his breath and before Zeke could stop him, he forced the older man down to his knees. With fingers that trembled with the strength of his anger, Yuushi undid the fly of his jeans and lifted his cock out. “You’re going to suck my cock,” Yuushi said in a deceptively calm tone, slowly stroking one large hand over the thick length of his cock. “And then, when I’ve had enough of that, I’m going to fuck you.”
Yuushi’s voice was raw with hunger and desire. Zeke found himself fighting not to melt due to the power in his son’s low voice. The urge was there, that desire to submit that had been honed throughout years entrenched in New York’s D/s scene.
“Open your mouth Daddy,” Yuushi purred, gripping his cock at the base and pressing the tip of it to the parted pink bow of Zeke’s lips, painting the older man’s lips with his precum. “Show me how hungry you are for my cock...”
Zeke whined quietly before opening his mouth and taking in Yuushi’s cock until it brushed against the back of his throat. Zeke hollowed his cheeks slowly as he started to lick and suck at Yuushi’s thick cock. He bobbed his head as fast as he dared, trying to get Yuushi off sooner rather than later.
The younger man soon tired of Zeke’s quick pace and he wound his fingers in the shoulder-length locks Zeke’s glossy black hair. He was almost gentle with Zeke, guiding the older man’s pace instead of fucking his mouth and choking him. “Mmm,” Yuushi groaned as Zeke started to hum around his cock. “You’re so good at this...S’like you were made to suck cock...”
Reluctantly, Yuushi let Zeke’s hot mouth slip off of his cock. Zeke blinked up at his son as he licked his lips clean of his son’s precum as well as his own saliva. “Are you done with me already?” Zeke asked softly, even though he knew that Yuushi had yet to even hit his stride.
“Of course not,” Yuushi purred, sinking to the floor beside Zeke and pressing two fingers against his father’s entrance until the tight muscles relaxed enough for them to slip inside. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long...”
He stretched Zeke slowly, savoring the feel of those hot muscles clenching viselike around his fingers as the older man tensed up and started to struggle.
After a few minutes, Yuushi was no longer satisfied with watching his fingers plunge in and out of Zeke’s entrance. He pulled them out quickly and then pressed the saliva-slicked head of his cock against that pink hole until it was sucked in with a soft noise.
Zeke moaned softly before he could stop himself and he writhed as Yuushi began to fuck him in earnest, slamming his cock inside of him with such force that Zeke’s head was knocked back into the cabinet with each forceful thrust. His body was taut with tension and he sank his teeth into the meat of his bottom lip, biting back sobs as the shame of finding pleasure in such an act finally got to him.
It was that, the sound of Zeke’s sobs --muffled and tinged with hysteria--, which finally sent Yuushi over the edge. With a hoarse groan, the younger brunet emptied his seed inside of Zeke’s ass, digging his fingers into his father’s hips tight enough to leave vivid bruises.
It took every ounce of Zeke’s will power not to follow Yuushi over the edge into bliss, but he managed to control himself and deny his body’s demands. The moment that Yuushi pulled out of him with a nasty sounding slurp, Zeke crawled away from his son as fast as he could. He pulled himself up to stand on wobbly legs and then glared firmly at Yuushi, hating the way that the younger man leered at him.
“Get out of my house,” Zeke snarled at his son, his rapist, as he grabbed a kitchen knife off of the counter. “I don’t ever want to see your face again.”
Yuushi smirked at Zeke as he got to his feet. He cleaned himself up slowly, taking his time just so that he could watch his father sputter and snarl at him. “Fine,” he purred in that slightly mocking tone that was a surefire way to anger Zeke. “But you’ll have a hard time with that last bit considering I look exactly like you.”
When he got to the front door, he let his gaze travel up and down the length of Zeke’s body in a lewd once-over.
“Thanks for the fuck, Daddy,” Yuushi purred as Zeke blushed bright red. “You were one of the best fucks that I’ve ever had. Have a nice life.”
Word Count: 1742
Characters: Zeke Parker, Yuushi Parker
Warnings: incest of the worst kind, non-con and dub-con, unrealistic anal sex
Story Type: One-Shot
Author’s Note: This was written for countess_D84 on AFF. She wanted to see #2 and #5 from Five Things That Never Happened To Zeke turned into their own one-shots. So here’s #5 in all of its incest-filled glory. As of 3/29/10 I’ve rewritten this and I’ve added some more meat to this story so that it flows better.
“It’s not like you’re really my father,” Yuushi purred, his voice low with desire as he pressed Zeke back into one of the counters that lined the walls of the older man’s restaurant quality kitchen. “After all, Aizen raised me and taught me to think of him as my father. You’re just a sperm donor.”
Yuushi seemed to savor the words as they left his lips. The smile curving up his lips was arrogant.
He paused and leaned forward to steal a kiss from Zeke’s parted pink lips. When he pulled away, the look in his eyes was smug. His dark blue eyes were filled with satisfaction.
“You taste so sweet,” Yuushi marveled, settling his large hands on the slight curves of Zeke’s hips. “Nothing like that bastard that’s for sure.”
He kissed Zeke again, bowing his birth father back against the counter until it became almost too painful for him and he shoved at Yuushi's broad chest with all of his strength. When that didn’t work, Zeke began to struggle even harder, hitting Yuushi wherever he could.
Zeke broke the kiss this time, fighting against his instincts until he could think beyond the haze of submission that threatened to sweep his mind away.
“I don’t care if the fucking pope raised you,” the older man snarled, fury lighting up his bright blue eyes even further as he stepped down on Yuushi’s instep. “I’m still your father. There’s no way in hell that I’d ever sleep with you!”
Yuushi smirked down at his father, not at all deterred by the venom that he heard in the older man’s voice, and he licked his lips. “Say what you like,” Yuushi purred malevolently, stroking his fingers up and down Zeke’s sides. “One way or another, I will have you in my bed.”
Zeke tried to pull away from Yuushi’s firm body, but the younger brunet was both taller and stronger than he was. All of his struggling was futile and with the way that Yuushi was leering down at Zeke, all they were doing was making the dark skinned male even more aroused.
Yuushi smirked down at Zeke and without warning, slid his hand underneath the oversized t-shirt that his father was wearing. Underneath the thin cotton shirt, Zeke’s only form of underwear was a pair of baggy boxers that did nothing to hide his cock from Yuushi’s questing fingers.
Yuushi rubbed Zeke’s cock through his shorts, smiling a bit as his father’s breath hitched and his blue eyes crossed.
“You’re so sexy,” Yuushi breathed, his voice filling with awe as he watched Zeke’s eyes glaze over with a haze of lust. “You’re everything Aizen said that you’d be...I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“N-no,” Zeke whispered, some part of his mind still cognizant enough to realize that he didn’t want Yuushi to touch him. “Don’t do this to me...” His breath hitched again, this time catching in a sob as Yuushi ripped his open his boxers and roughly yanked the fabric away from his prize.
Tears trickled down Zeke’s face as he tried to get away but Yuushi wasn’t having any of it. He hit Zeke once across the face, backhanding the older man and causing a bright red bruise to blossom on the older man’s cheek.
“Don’t look at me like that. Stop crying!” Yuushi demanded, narrowing his eyes at Zeke as the older man glared at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I won’t hurt you if you just give me what I want.”
Zeke shook his head wildly, still sniffling as he wiped his tears away from his face. “Please let me go, Yuushi,” he pleaded in an earnest tone, trying to stay calm. “This is wrong. You don’t want this. ”
Yuushi’s lips were pursed and he narrowed his eyes at Zeke in an angry glare. His hand began to slide back and forth over the length of his father’s half-hard erection.
“You’re supposed to be a whore,” Yuushi mumbled almost to himself as he stared unabashedly at Zeke’s body, as he took in the sight of all of that pale skin and those long legs. “You aren’t supposed to care who’s fucking you...That’s what Aizen said. He told me that you were going to be easy.”
Zeke blinked up at Yuushi, a slow rush of anger glinting in the depths of his eyes as his hands clenched into fists against his side. “You do realize that people grow up right?” Zeke snarled, his husky voice losing any warmth that it might have had. “I’ve grown up, Yuushi. Maybe Aizen hasn’t; maybe he’s still holding onto that desire to finish what he started. But I’m not.”
Zeke raised one long-fingered hand up to his neck and touched the band of scar tissue that ringed it. “I’ve grown out of the urge to sleep around. I’m much too old for that now.”
He made a face as he continued to run his fingers over his worst scar. “I’m almost thirty-five, Yuushi,” Zeke whispered, “I’m not the easy little piece that I used to be. I will always love sex, but that’s what I have my Miska for. He’s my husband and he’s all that I need.”
“But you wanted me,” Yuushi growled out, his hand still hard at work on Zeke’s erection. “I saw it in your eyes when you first looked at me. You wanted to fuck me. Why did that have to change?”
“Wanting has nothing to do with it,” Zeke bit out as he swatted at Yuushi’s hand. “Even if you weren’t my son, I wouldn’t have slept with you. Nothing on Earth could make me cheat on my husband!”
Yuushi growled angrily under his breath and before Zeke could stop him, he forced the older man down to his knees. With fingers that trembled with the strength of his anger, Yuushi undid the fly of his jeans and lifted his cock out. “You’re going to suck my cock,” Yuushi said in a deceptively calm tone, slowly stroking one large hand over the thick length of his cock. “And then, when I’ve had enough of that, I’m going to fuck you.”
Yuushi’s voice was raw with hunger and desire. Zeke found himself fighting not to melt due to the power in his son’s low voice. The urge was there, that desire to submit that had been honed throughout years entrenched in New York’s D/s scene.
“Open your mouth Daddy,” Yuushi purred, gripping his cock at the base and pressing the tip of it to the parted pink bow of Zeke’s lips, painting the older man’s lips with his precum. “Show me how hungry you are for my cock...”
Zeke whined quietly before opening his mouth and taking in Yuushi’s cock until it brushed against the back of his throat. Zeke hollowed his cheeks slowly as he started to lick and suck at Yuushi’s thick cock. He bobbed his head as fast as he dared, trying to get Yuushi off sooner rather than later.
The younger man soon tired of Zeke’s quick pace and he wound his fingers in the shoulder-length locks Zeke’s glossy black hair. He was almost gentle with Zeke, guiding the older man’s pace instead of fucking his mouth and choking him. “Mmm,” Yuushi groaned as Zeke started to hum around his cock. “You’re so good at this...S’like you were made to suck cock...”
Reluctantly, Yuushi let Zeke’s hot mouth slip off of his cock. Zeke blinked up at his son as he licked his lips clean of his son’s precum as well as his own saliva. “Are you done with me already?” Zeke asked softly, even though he knew that Yuushi had yet to even hit his stride.
“Of course not,” Yuushi purred, sinking to the floor beside Zeke and pressing two fingers against his father’s entrance until the tight muscles relaxed enough for them to slip inside. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long...”
He stretched Zeke slowly, savoring the feel of those hot muscles clenching viselike around his fingers as the older man tensed up and started to struggle.
After a few minutes, Yuushi was no longer satisfied with watching his fingers plunge in and out of Zeke’s entrance. He pulled them out quickly and then pressed the saliva-slicked head of his cock against that pink hole until it was sucked in with a soft noise.
Zeke moaned softly before he could stop himself and he writhed as Yuushi began to fuck him in earnest, slamming his cock inside of him with such force that Zeke’s head was knocked back into the cabinet with each forceful thrust. His body was taut with tension and he sank his teeth into the meat of his bottom lip, biting back sobs as the shame of finding pleasure in such an act finally got to him.
It was that, the sound of Zeke’s sobs --muffled and tinged with hysteria--, which finally sent Yuushi over the edge. With a hoarse groan, the younger brunet emptied his seed inside of Zeke’s ass, digging his fingers into his father’s hips tight enough to leave vivid bruises.
It took every ounce of Zeke’s will power not to follow Yuushi over the edge into bliss, but he managed to control himself and deny his body’s demands. The moment that Yuushi pulled out of him with a nasty sounding slurp, Zeke crawled away from his son as fast as he could. He pulled himself up to stand on wobbly legs and then glared firmly at Yuushi, hating the way that the younger man leered at him.
“Get out of my house,” Zeke snarled at his son, his rapist, as he grabbed a kitchen knife off of the counter. “I don’t ever want to see your face again.”
Yuushi smirked at Zeke as he got to his feet. He cleaned himself up slowly, taking his time just so that he could watch his father sputter and snarl at him. “Fine,” he purred in that slightly mocking tone that was a surefire way to anger Zeke. “But you’ll have a hard time with that last bit considering I look exactly like you.”
When he got to the front door, he let his gaze travel up and down the length of Zeke’s body in a lewd once-over.
“Thanks for the fuck, Daddy,” Yuushi purred as Zeke blushed bright red. “You were one of the best fucks that I’ve ever had. Have a nice life.”