Be careful what you ask
Jul. 3rd, 2006 01:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poisonangelCharacters: OOC Al and IC Gunter
Fandom: omg!maou chat
Rated: R for adult themes
Author’s Note: This is a challenge response for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maeitrae Also, I began this story before their chat break-up, so you can just imagine it happening in an alternate reality chat or in canon or in the past. Enjoy!
Be careful what you ask
Another night, another blow job.
Not that anyone was complaining, but Gunter was beginning to feel ready for more as he curled against the naked human. However, no matter how much his body told him to go for it, his mind kept asking questions, and setting up scenarios, and debating the issue until he found himself breaking the warm, post-orgasm cuddling silence with an almost urgent, “How old were you?”
Alford had grown used to such odd segues with Gunter, so he continued petting the long, silky hair with a smile. “When?”
“When you,” the noble swallowed hard and made a generalized hand motion, “you know.”
Alford had no idea what he was asking, but he felt relaxed and amiable. The sun was setting, casting parting rays of light across their bodies. His fingertip traced a playful trail around a particularly well placed beam, earning him a little modest fidgeting from the Mazoku.
“Aghhh! Alford, no, please,” Gunter squeaked, catching the human’s hand between his own and giving it a quick kiss. “How old when you first....”
“Learned to walk? Started climbing trees? Figured out people don’t like eating shells in their scrambled eggs?” Alford dropped little kisses upon Gunter’s chest after each teasing question.
Gunter’s pale cheeks took on a slightly rosy glow as he tried to avoid the temptation of Alford’s lips. “Ohhhhh! No, when you--aaaaaaah--h-had SEX!” The rosy glow turned deep crimson at the loudly shrieked word. But Alford’s tongue had been doing....things, and it could hardly have been avoided.
The brunet’s fingers stilled upon the other’s body and there was a long pause. “With you?”
“No, no.” Gunter replied, not needing a reminder of how young his partner actually was, and missing Alford’s hesitation due to his own embarrassment. “I remember that. I meant your first time with anyone.”
............ “Why?” Long brown hair shielded normally bright eyes from view.
It was very rare for Alford to challenge a question. If it was something he didn’t wish to answer, he would normally change the subject completely, so Gunter sat up a little and took a deep breath before giving the explanation his utmost attention. He was as thorough as possible without actually having to say he was nervous about his first time and wanted to see how Alford had handled his even though it was almost sure to cause jealousy. “I have recently been giving a great deal of consideration to our circumstances, and I believe I might be ready to take our intimacy to the next level, but I feel that it is important and appropriate for me to know more about your sexual history before we...consummate our relationship.”
Aqua eyes studied Gunter’s arm silently as his fingers glided over the smooth flesh, trying to bide time as if the man would simply forget asking the question. Finally, “It was a long time ago,” Alford replied simply.
“You are so young! It couldn’t have been that long ago. Two years? Three?” Gunter managed to smile pleasantly, certain that he could cope with either answer, but Alford simply shook his head. “Four.....five?” He was down to fourteen years old and still Alford gave no reply.
“You were thirteen?” There was a slight waver of shock in his voice as he barely managed the words. He had been barely more than an infant at that age, and it was so hard for him to make the transition to thinking in human years, but even so, that seemed remarkably young.
“No. ........... not thirteen.” Alford lifted his shadowed face and projected a nice, shiny smile. “You must be hungry. I can get you a snack or a full meal if you prefer.”
“Alford, I am not hungry, but I am bothered by these distractions. If you can’t even be honest with me...” Gunter trailed off with a hint of disappointment in his voice and more in his heart.
He couldn’t. He couldn’t tell the perfect Mazoku about his past. He wouldn’t understand. He wasn’t like Conrad. Only Conrad understood. Only Conrad. He would lose Gunter. He couldn’t. He couldn’t lose someone else. Not again, please.
But there was pain in Gunter’s voice and in those remarkable, violet eyes. Alford couldn’t cause Gunter pain to avoid his own torment. So, in a voice so faint it was scarcely audible, he answered the man’s question. The smile was gone, and in its place there was a completely blank, emotionless mask.
”Seven.”
....
...
...
”...Alford...”
The lover turned gardener was on his feet before he knew he had moved, and he was speaking, but he didn’t know what he was saying. “I’ll bring you tea.”
He tried to make it to the door, but something wouldn’t let him leave. He felt restrained. Trapped. Helpless. He breathed a little quicker. The mask was threatened. But he needed the mask. It was his mask--no one else’s. He needed it!
His body jerked hard, and the bindings broke. They had been Gunter’s hands clutching his arm, and he nearly pulled the other man off the bed with the swinging of his body. “I’m sorry!”
And then he was caught again. Arms circled around him like metal bands, and he shook. He had to get away. His mask was breaking. He couldn’t let it break.
Gunter will hate him. Hate. No. No...
“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”
He couldn’t stand any longer, but when his legs gave out, he didn’t fall. Gunter supported him and shifted him back to the bed. His prison was warm and gentle and he found himself hugging back desperately as his eyes flowed with emotion, wetting Gunter’s shoulder. “Don’t hate me. Please. I’m sorry.”
“No, Alford.” Gunter’s voice was tender at first and then firm. “No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you, but I’m here for you. You have nothing to be sorry for.” The Mazoku wanted to let it go at that. He wanted to just hold Alford until his tears had run their course, but he felt like that wouldn’t help to heal this wound inside him. And Alford was precious to him. If there was some way he could help repair this damage, he had to at least try.
“Who was it, Alford? Was he caught? Did your parents know?” His only response was heavier sobbing and a desperate hand trying to cling to Gunter’s shirtless chest. “Please, Alford, I know it is hard, but please talk to me. I think it will help.”
The human quaked at the thought. He was revolted by the very idea of telling Gunter even more, but he wouldn’t give up, and Alford was too weak to fight back. “F-father.”
“Yes, go on,” he said while petting Alford’s chestnut hair, and then he paused mid-stroke. It wasn’t the beginning of an explanation. It WAS the explanation. Every pained look, every change in subject, every quiver in his voice--every signal that had been silently screaming at the man flooded back. Everything snapped into place. It was horrible. He knew he had been hiding something, but this? It made sense and yet it crushed Gunter to imagine anything like that ever happening to this kind, affectionate soul.
“Oh, Alford.” He gathered the sweetest, most generous man he had ever known up closer. He felt like a fool for thinking he could fix Alford’s past in any way. And he wanted very much to show the man who was in no way worthy of being called Alford’s father just how good he was with a blade. But more than that, he wanted to protect the man in his arms.
That was the moment he decided to ask him to be his consort. But he wouldn’t ask the question for another few months. He didn’t know if he stood any kind of a chance against Alford’s other lovers, but he had to at least try. One way or another he would see that Alford was safe and loved and protected for as long as they both lived. He could only hope to have some part of that returned to him.
Fandom: omg!maou chat
Rated: R for adult themes
Author’s Note: This is a challenge response for
maeitrae Also, I began this story before their chat break-up, so you can just imagine it happening in an alternate reality chat or in canon or in the past. Enjoy!Be careful what you ask
Another night, another blow job.
Not that anyone was complaining, but Gunter was beginning to feel ready for more as he curled against the naked human. However, no matter how much his body told him to go for it, his mind kept asking questions, and setting up scenarios, and debating the issue until he found himself breaking the warm, post-orgasm cuddling silence with an almost urgent, “How old were you?”
Alford had grown used to such odd segues with Gunter, so he continued petting the long, silky hair with a smile. “When?”
“When you,” the noble swallowed hard and made a generalized hand motion, “you know.”
Alford had no idea what he was asking, but he felt relaxed and amiable. The sun was setting, casting parting rays of light across their bodies. His fingertip traced a playful trail around a particularly well placed beam, earning him a little modest fidgeting from the Mazoku.
“Aghhh! Alford, no, please,” Gunter squeaked, catching the human’s hand between his own and giving it a quick kiss. “How old when you first....”
“Learned to walk? Started climbing trees? Figured out people don’t like eating shells in their scrambled eggs?” Alford dropped little kisses upon Gunter’s chest after each teasing question.
Gunter’s pale cheeks took on a slightly rosy glow as he tried to avoid the temptation of Alford’s lips. “Ohhhhh! No, when you--aaaaaaah--h-had SEX!” The rosy glow turned deep crimson at the loudly shrieked word. But Alford’s tongue had been doing....things, and it could hardly have been avoided.
The brunet’s fingers stilled upon the other’s body and there was a long pause. “With you?”
“No, no.” Gunter replied, not needing a reminder of how young his partner actually was, and missing Alford’s hesitation due to his own embarrassment. “I remember that. I meant your first time with anyone.”
............ “Why?” Long brown hair shielded normally bright eyes from view.
It was very rare for Alford to challenge a question. If it was something he didn’t wish to answer, he would normally change the subject completely, so Gunter sat up a little and took a deep breath before giving the explanation his utmost attention. He was as thorough as possible without actually having to say he was nervous about his first time and wanted to see how Alford had handled his even though it was almost sure to cause jealousy. “I have recently been giving a great deal of consideration to our circumstances, and I believe I might be ready to take our intimacy to the next level, but I feel that it is important and appropriate for me to know more about your sexual history before we...consummate our relationship.”
Aqua eyes studied Gunter’s arm silently as his fingers glided over the smooth flesh, trying to bide time as if the man would simply forget asking the question. Finally, “It was a long time ago,” Alford replied simply.
“You are so young! It couldn’t have been that long ago. Two years? Three?” Gunter managed to smile pleasantly, certain that he could cope with either answer, but Alford simply shook his head. “Four.....five?” He was down to fourteen years old and still Alford gave no reply.
“You were thirteen?” There was a slight waver of shock in his voice as he barely managed the words. He had been barely more than an infant at that age, and it was so hard for him to make the transition to thinking in human years, but even so, that seemed remarkably young.
“No. ........... not thirteen.” Alford lifted his shadowed face and projected a nice, shiny smile. “You must be hungry. I can get you a snack or a full meal if you prefer.”
“Alford, I am not hungry, but I am bothered by these distractions. If you can’t even be honest with me...” Gunter trailed off with a hint of disappointment in his voice and more in his heart.
He couldn’t. He couldn’t tell the perfect Mazoku about his past. He wouldn’t understand. He wasn’t like Conrad. Only Conrad understood. Only Conrad. He would lose Gunter. He couldn’t. He couldn’t lose someone else. Not again, please.
But there was pain in Gunter’s voice and in those remarkable, violet eyes. Alford couldn’t cause Gunter pain to avoid his own torment. So, in a voice so faint it was scarcely audible, he answered the man’s question. The smile was gone, and in its place there was a completely blank, emotionless mask.
”Seven.”
....
...
...
”...Alford...”
The lover turned gardener was on his feet before he knew he had moved, and he was speaking, but he didn’t know what he was saying. “I’ll bring you tea.”
He tried to make it to the door, but something wouldn’t let him leave. He felt restrained. Trapped. Helpless. He breathed a little quicker. The mask was threatened. But he needed the mask. It was his mask--no one else’s. He needed it!
His body jerked hard, and the bindings broke. They had been Gunter’s hands clutching his arm, and he nearly pulled the other man off the bed with the swinging of his body. “I’m sorry!”
And then he was caught again. Arms circled around him like metal bands, and he shook. He had to get away. His mask was breaking. He couldn’t let it break.
Gunter will hate him. Hate. No. No...
“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”
He couldn’t stand any longer, but when his legs gave out, he didn’t fall. Gunter supported him and shifted him back to the bed. His prison was warm and gentle and he found himself hugging back desperately as his eyes flowed with emotion, wetting Gunter’s shoulder. “Don’t hate me. Please. I’m sorry.”
“No, Alford.” Gunter’s voice was tender at first and then firm. “No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you, but I’m here for you. You have nothing to be sorry for.” The Mazoku wanted to let it go at that. He wanted to just hold Alford until his tears had run their course, but he felt like that wouldn’t help to heal this wound inside him. And Alford was precious to him. If there was some way he could help repair this damage, he had to at least try.
“Who was it, Alford? Was he caught? Did your parents know?” His only response was heavier sobbing and a desperate hand trying to cling to Gunter’s shirtless chest. “Please, Alford, I know it is hard, but please talk to me. I think it will help.”
The human quaked at the thought. He was revolted by the very idea of telling Gunter even more, but he wouldn’t give up, and Alford was too weak to fight back. “F-father.”
“Yes, go on,” he said while petting Alford’s chestnut hair, and then he paused mid-stroke. It wasn’t the beginning of an explanation. It WAS the explanation. Every pained look, every change in subject, every quiver in his voice--every signal that had been silently screaming at the man flooded back. Everything snapped into place. It was horrible. He knew he had been hiding something, but this? It made sense and yet it crushed Gunter to imagine anything like that ever happening to this kind, affectionate soul.
“Oh, Alford.” He gathered the sweetest, most generous man he had ever known up closer. He felt like a fool for thinking he could fix Alford’s past in any way. And he wanted very much to show the man who was in no way worthy of being called Alford’s father just how good he was with a blade. But more than that, he wanted to protect the man in his arms.
That was the moment he decided to ask him to be his consort. But he wouldn’t ask the question for another few months. He didn’t know if he stood any kind of a chance against Alford’s other lovers, but he had to at least try. One way or another he would see that Alford was safe and loved and protected for as long as they both lived. He could only hope to have some part of that returned to him.
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Date: 2006-07-03 02:40 pm (UTC)I still kinda want things to go this way in canon. ;)
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