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Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Dan Hiri
Word Count: 230
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest
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It was just a dream, but that didn’t make it any less disturbing. Neither did the repetition of it night after night.
He was in his bed at the barracks of the academy. His father was there too, but otherwise the large room was empty. The sound of boots clicking across the floor to Conrad’s bed echoed loudly in his ears. His heart would beat faster with each step until an even louder silence engulfed them.
Dan Hiri had been dead for years, but the dream didn’t seem to care. There he was—young and full of life—the way Conrad still remembered him. He always seemed like he could take on any obstacle with a laugh and a gleam in his eye.
For two parents who always seemed very easy going on the surface they had certainly produced a very serious child.
His father would smile knowingly at him as if he had figured something out about his son, but wasn’t about to spoil the surprise. The half human would open his mouth to speak, but the older human would silence him with his own mouth.
He tasted of whiskey and smoke and his hands felt rough as they slowly spread his legs apart.
Each morning, Conrad would wake up in a cold sweat to the stares of full-bloodied Mazoku.
At least they had a real reason to stare for once.
poisonangel7Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Dan Hiri
Word Count: 230
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest
Author's Note: Written for
kkm_challenge's The Ultimate KKM ChallengeIt was just a dream, but that didn’t make it any less disturbing. Neither did the repetition of it night after night.
He was in his bed at the barracks of the academy. His father was there too, but otherwise the large room was empty. The sound of boots clicking across the floor to Conrad’s bed echoed loudly in his ears. His heart would beat faster with each step until an even louder silence engulfed them.
Dan Hiri had been dead for years, but the dream didn’t seem to care. There he was—young and full of life—the way Conrad still remembered him. He always seemed like he could take on any obstacle with a laugh and a gleam in his eye.
For two parents who always seemed very easy going on the surface they had certainly produced a very serious child.
His father would smile knowingly at him as if he had figured something out about his son, but wasn’t about to spoil the surprise. The half human would open his mouth to speak, but the older human would silence him with his own mouth.
He tasted of whiskey and smoke and his hands felt rough as they slowly spread his legs apart.
Each morning, Conrad would wake up in a cold sweat to the stares of full-bloodied Mazoku.
At least they had a real reason to stare for once.
