A Dance With The Devil
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Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
8,633
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction; any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental; and that if I've borrowed from anyone, it is properly noted.
Of First Meetings
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He cornered him in the bathrooms of the night club, where the music could be heard, though distant, pulsing throughout the air. Rave music. Harlen ran a hand through his orange head fur while using the other paw to take a long drag on the cigarette which dangled from his mouth; he blew a smoke ring near the kid's face, and chuckled low. "21? Bullshit. I'd say you're not a day over 19." He flicked his crimson colored eyes to size the kid up.
Lance coughed a few times from the smoke being blown in his face. He growled, as much as a human could growl, at the furry male who had him cornered. "What does it matter whether or not I'm not twenty-one? I came out for a night of fun, not for drinking anyways. What do you care anyway?" Lance crossed his arms, he had a rough night and he had just wanted to blow off some steam. Little did he know what he would soon be getting himself into.
His aggressor flashed a smirk that could scarcely be seen in such dark quarters. He stepped over, closing the gap between them. "You're an insolent little slut, aren't you?" The stranger drawled, wicked malice lacing his every word. "Under-21s aren't allowed through those doors." He cocked a thumb to emphasize. "You're in deep, kid. I could call the cops. Who, in turn, would call your parents of course." A velvet laugh. "What do you think Mommy and Daddy would say after hearing what their little boy has been up to?"
The blond youth shook his head a little and chuckled at the strange fur's ignorance. "That's fine, call the cops. And mommy and daddy wont think much of anything since they aren't living." Lance chuckled softly, not seem put down by that fact. "Now if you will excuse me I have a club to rock." Lance tried to move past him, not knowing if the male would let him or not.
Harlen slammed a curled fist to the wall to the kid's left, trapping him between the solid baricade of his body and cold stone wall. "And where do you think you're going, junior?" he growled out. "I'm not through with you. Not by a longshot." A hand slid down, and slipped under the teen's shirt; it darted up and soon practiced fingers were dancing along bare skin. In a short span of time the man had located the boy's nipples which, catching between thumb and forefinger, he gave a teasing rub. "You came out to find some 'fun', didn't you? Well here it is."
Lance gasped and blushed as he felt his nipple being rubbed between two fingers. He groaned softly, secretly enjoying it but he wouldn't let it show. Lance growled again and shoved the strange fur back. "What gives you the right to touch me? So what if I came out here for fun, it's not going to be with a strange fur I met in the bathroom."
Built hard with muscle, the fox barely budged when he pushed, which made the situation - spiralling quickly out of the human's control - all the more unsettling. "Who said anything about rights?" he derisively snorted. "You gave up those when you decided to come out and play with the big boys. Name's Harlen, by the way." He leaned in, placing a long, slow lick up against the curve of the male's cheek. Meanwhile his hand dropped to roughly fondle the front of Lance's blue jeans. "Mmn...what's yours?"
Lance blushed scarlet from the lick and even harder from the fondling at his jeans. He started to press into the fondling, moaning softly before he realized what was happening. He smacked the fur's hand away from his crotch, even though he was now fully hard. "Stop touching me! My name is Lance - what does it matter to you?" His eyes darted around the room, trying to find a way out.
There was no way out. Harlen ensured that. With a sound smacking sound he slapped the boy's hand out of the way so that he could continue to grope him to his devious heart's content. "Your mouth says no but your body says yes, brat." he smirked wryly, pressing his palm hard against the ever-growing tent in Lance's trousers.
He moved fast after that, unzipping the kid's breaches and sliding them down so that his penis would jut out, stiff and painful against the fox's abdomen. "Heh. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, my sweet little faggot..."
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Author's Note: And we needed to stop here. What a cliffhanger, eh? All the more reason for you to prompt us to continue! *Smirks.* This is just a teaser... no worries. There is more to come. Much, much more.
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He cornered him in the bathrooms of the night club, where the music could be heard, though distant, pulsing throughout the air. Rave music. Harlen ran a hand through his orange head fur while using the other paw to take a long drag on the cigarette which dangled from his mouth; he blew a smoke ring near the kid's face, and chuckled low. "21? Bullshit. I'd say you're not a day over 19." He flicked his crimson colored eyes to size the kid up.
Lance coughed a few times from the smoke being blown in his face. He growled, as much as a human could growl, at the furry male who had him cornered. "What does it matter whether or not I'm not twenty-one? I came out for a night of fun, not for drinking anyways. What do you care anyway?" Lance crossed his arms, he had a rough night and he had just wanted to blow off some steam. Little did he know what he would soon be getting himself into.
His aggressor flashed a smirk that could scarcely be seen in such dark quarters. He stepped over, closing the gap between them. "You're an insolent little slut, aren't you?" The stranger drawled, wicked malice lacing his every word. "Under-21s aren't allowed through those doors." He cocked a thumb to emphasize. "You're in deep, kid. I could call the cops. Who, in turn, would call your parents of course." A velvet laugh. "What do you think Mommy and Daddy would say after hearing what their little boy has been up to?"
The blond youth shook his head a little and chuckled at the strange fur's ignorance. "That's fine, call the cops. And mommy and daddy wont think much of anything since they aren't living." Lance chuckled softly, not seem put down by that fact. "Now if you will excuse me I have a club to rock." Lance tried to move past him, not knowing if the male would let him or not.
Harlen slammed a curled fist to the wall to the kid's left, trapping him between the solid baricade of his body and cold stone wall. "And where do you think you're going, junior?" he growled out. "I'm not through with you. Not by a longshot." A hand slid down, and slipped under the teen's shirt; it darted up and soon practiced fingers were dancing along bare skin. In a short span of time the man had located the boy's nipples which, catching between thumb and forefinger, he gave a teasing rub. "You came out to find some 'fun', didn't you? Well here it is."
Lance gasped and blushed as he felt his nipple being rubbed between two fingers. He groaned softly, secretly enjoying it but he wouldn't let it show. Lance growled again and shoved the strange fur back. "What gives you the right to touch me? So what if I came out here for fun, it's not going to be with a strange fur I met in the bathroom."
Built hard with muscle, the fox barely budged when he pushed, which made the situation - spiralling quickly out of the human's control - all the more unsettling. "Who said anything about rights?" he derisively snorted. "You gave up those when you decided to come out and play with the big boys. Name's Harlen, by the way." He leaned in, placing a long, slow lick up against the curve of the male's cheek. Meanwhile his hand dropped to roughly fondle the front of Lance's blue jeans. "Mmn...what's yours?"
Lance blushed scarlet from the lick and even harder from the fondling at his jeans. He started to press into the fondling, moaning softly before he realized what was happening. He smacked the fur's hand away from his crotch, even though he was now fully hard. "Stop touching me! My name is Lance - what does it matter to you?" His eyes darted around the room, trying to find a way out.
There was no way out. Harlen ensured that. With a sound smacking sound he slapped the boy's hand out of the way so that he could continue to grope him to his devious heart's content. "Your mouth says no but your body says yes, brat." he smirked wryly, pressing his palm hard against the ever-growing tent in Lance's trousers.
He moved fast after that, unzipping the kid's breaches and sliding them down so that his penis would jut out, stiff and painful against the fox's abdomen. "Heh. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, my sweet little faggot..."
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Author's Note: And we needed to stop here. What a cliffhanger, eh? All the more reason for you to prompt us to continue! *Smirks.* This is just a teaser... no worries. There is more to come. Much, much more.