Post by seraaches on Mar 28, 2008 0:53:14 GMT -5
(( Again.... rated M for Mature... >>;;; ))
Se didn’t have a lot of experience with intimacy; he tended to avoid others, especially physically. But it didn’t matter now; his body was growing excited, adrenaline and pleasure mixing with his fear and rage to turn into a rolling mass of emotions he could not identify.
He probed the rat’s mouth again, running his tongue over the strange teeth, the odd set-up of the rodent’s mouth, pulling back suddenly to nip at Tavor’s lips. The rat gave a squeak of surprise and Se chuckled deep in his chest as he slowly ran his muzzle down the side of Tavor’s throat. The other hybrid stiffened again, and Se remembered Eir and Ira ripping chunks out of the rat’s shoulder. He suddenly opened his mouth wide, pressing his lips against Tavor’s neck as though he would take out the rodent’s throat in one, strong bite. Se pressed his tongue against the boy’s pulse, tasting it leap as fear raced through the other mix.
This was power. This was… something exciting. Something extraordinary. He wanted more; he demanded more.
Se pushed his body against Tavor’s, feeling the boy’s body shift and slip against his own. Yes, yes. He nipped at the rat’s neck, his collarbone, sliding his muzzle back up to the rat’s face.
“Do you want this?”
Tavor felt his heart stutter for a moment. No, no, gads, no! He squeaked softly and the boy chuckled against him again as though he could taste the fear.
“No,” the rat said quietly. “Please, don’t.”
“Beg.” A harsh word said into a gentle tone.
“Don’t.” Tavor’s voice was pleading.
“Beg!” The yellow hybrid’s voice lost any semblance of gentleness and he pressed his body hard against Tavor’s. Tavor could feel the teen’s excitement, felt something hard pressed against his belly, knew wot was going to happen.
“Don’t do this to me, please just leave me alone.” He didn’t know wot to say; he was breathless.
“It’s not enough. . .” the boy’s voice was musing. “It’s never enough.”
“Please. . .” Tavor could only whisper.
“IT’S NOT ENOUGH!”
Se was screaming in rage and he suddenly slammed his body into Tavor’s, felt himself slipping inside the rat, inside the Lowlander and he gasped in shock and pleasure. This thing was a Lowlander; it was nothing, it was everything his father hated. Se dropped his head against Tavor’s throat, frozen for a moment, unhearing of the rat’s whimpers of pain.
The rat wasn’t ready for this; his body rejected Se’s and suddenly Se was pushing and thrusting into the rat, making low, guttural sounds he didn’t even recognize. He slammed his mouth into Tavor’s again, not even a kiss; it was a violent demand of recognition, of power, of control. His body seized against Tavor’s as a wave of pleasure threatened to crash over him. The rat might have been screaming too, but Se was lost. As he thrust himself into the rat, the bonds were falling away. He was not his father. He was going to be himself in everything he wanted to be and everything he could be.
He was going to kill that *@#$@%$ and it was going to feel good!
The equine’s body suddenly emptied into his, Tavor felt it like a blow to the stomach. His mind had quailed; he was in shock. His body remained limp and still as Se collapsed upon him, breathing heavily into his ear.
The equine mix stiffened suddenly, and Tavor dully realized that he, too, heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The teenager atop him did not move, didn’t even pull himself out of Tavor’s hurting and sore body.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Se.” A new voice sounded nearby, circling them like a shark with its prey. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
“Wot do you want, Ira?” Se answered flatly, body still weary. Adrenaline was beginning to drum into him again, however.
“It’s rotten, Se. You should have asked me, I could have found somewhere more… appropriate for your seed to go.”
Se pushed himself up suddenly, pulling out of Tavor. His body froze for a second as though unwilling to leave the warmth and pleasure it had found, but Se moved on smoothly, as though his hesitation meant nothing. “It’s none of your business wot I do.” He turned to face his brother with a challenge in his eyes.
“That’s where you’re wrong, boy-o,” his eldest brother responded flatly. “You are one of my especial concerns, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to pay for this mistake.”
Se smirked at the other teenager. “Just try it.”
Ira smiled and it was not friendly at all. “I will. After I dispose of your… indiscretion.”
Se’s ears flattened against his skull again, but his teeth bared in a parody of Ira’s grin. “You won’t touch it,” he replied, his voice just as light as his eldest brother’s.
Ira’s ears flicked backwards for a moment in either thought or indecision, but his tone was still filled with bravado. “We’ll see, little boy.”
“You wish!”
Se flung himself suddenly forward and the ensuing fight was frightening to behold. Tavor quickly pulled himself out of the way, curling up in a small ball trying to stay way out of the focus. Ira, however, seemed determined to ignore Se and go after the Lowlander mix instead of his brother. He leapt at the rodent, and Tavor squeaked as he dodged. Se slammed into the equine from the side, and ripped into the colt’s withers. Ira gave an angry squeal almost under his breath, turning snap back at the hybrid. Tavor scrambled further away, watching with wide eyes as his very life hung in the balance of the outcome of this fight.
The pair seemed almost equally matched; Ira had a bit more experience, but Se had more limbs and a bit more strength. They were soon both bleeding profusely and one of Se’s wings held awkwardly to one side. Still, they reared up to smash together once again and this time the hybrid managed to latch onto Ira’s throat.
The two went down in a sick symmetry to how Se had brought Tavor down. This time, however, a pair of chests heaved in pain and exhaustion. Se growled against his brother’s throat.
Ira was silent for several long moments before he finally wheezed out, “Fine.”
Se pushed away from his brother, showing his teeth a final time in victory. Ira rolled back to his feet and shook himself off. He sent his brother an unreadable look then walked off without another word.
Se watched him go with another dark grin. He soon followed, however, never once looking back at the ‘prize’ he had just nearly killed his own brother for. The little Lowlander meant nothing; this was all simply one more step towards finding himself. Se had already forgotten about Tavor.
-----
Se didn’t have a lot of experience with intimacy; he tended to avoid others, especially physically. But it didn’t matter now; his body was growing excited, adrenaline and pleasure mixing with his fear and rage to turn into a rolling mass of emotions he could not identify.
He probed the rat’s mouth again, running his tongue over the strange teeth, the odd set-up of the rodent’s mouth, pulling back suddenly to nip at Tavor’s lips. The rat gave a squeak of surprise and Se chuckled deep in his chest as he slowly ran his muzzle down the side of Tavor’s throat. The other hybrid stiffened again, and Se remembered Eir and Ira ripping chunks out of the rat’s shoulder. He suddenly opened his mouth wide, pressing his lips against Tavor’s neck as though he would take out the rodent’s throat in one, strong bite. Se pressed his tongue against the boy’s pulse, tasting it leap as fear raced through the other mix.
This was power. This was… something exciting. Something extraordinary. He wanted more; he demanded more.
Se pushed his body against Tavor’s, feeling the boy’s body shift and slip against his own. Yes, yes. He nipped at the rat’s neck, his collarbone, sliding his muzzle back up to the rat’s face.
“Do you want this?”
-----
Tavor felt his heart stutter for a moment. No, no, gads, no! He squeaked softly and the boy chuckled against him again as though he could taste the fear.
“No,” the rat said quietly. “Please, don’t.”
“Beg.” A harsh word said into a gentle tone.
“Don’t.” Tavor’s voice was pleading.
“Beg!” The yellow hybrid’s voice lost any semblance of gentleness and he pressed his body hard against Tavor’s. Tavor could feel the teen’s excitement, felt something hard pressed against his belly, knew wot was going to happen.
“Don’t do this to me, please just leave me alone.” He didn’t know wot to say; he was breathless.
“It’s not enough. . .” the boy’s voice was musing. “It’s never enough.”
“Please. . .” Tavor could only whisper.
“IT’S NOT ENOUGH!”
-----
Se was screaming in rage and he suddenly slammed his body into Tavor’s, felt himself slipping inside the rat, inside the Lowlander and he gasped in shock and pleasure. This thing was a Lowlander; it was nothing, it was everything his father hated. Se dropped his head against Tavor’s throat, frozen for a moment, unhearing of the rat’s whimpers of pain.
The rat wasn’t ready for this; his body rejected Se’s and suddenly Se was pushing and thrusting into the rat, making low, guttural sounds he didn’t even recognize. He slammed his mouth into Tavor’s again, not even a kiss; it was a violent demand of recognition, of power, of control. His body seized against Tavor’s as a wave of pleasure threatened to crash over him. The rat might have been screaming too, but Se was lost. As he thrust himself into the rat, the bonds were falling away. He was not his father. He was going to be himself in everything he wanted to be and everything he could be.
He was going to kill that *@#$@%$ and it was going to feel good!
-----
The equine’s body suddenly emptied into his, Tavor felt it like a blow to the stomach. His mind had quailed; he was in shock. His body remained limp and still as Se collapsed upon him, breathing heavily into his ear.
The equine mix stiffened suddenly, and Tavor dully realized that he, too, heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The teenager atop him did not move, didn’t even pull himself out of Tavor’s hurting and sore body.
-----
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Se.” A new voice sounded nearby, circling them like a shark with its prey. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
“Wot do you want, Ira?” Se answered flatly, body still weary. Adrenaline was beginning to drum into him again, however.
“It’s rotten, Se. You should have asked me, I could have found somewhere more… appropriate for your seed to go.”
Se pushed himself up suddenly, pulling out of Tavor. His body froze for a second as though unwilling to leave the warmth and pleasure it had found, but Se moved on smoothly, as though his hesitation meant nothing. “It’s none of your business wot I do.” He turned to face his brother with a challenge in his eyes.
“That’s where you’re wrong, boy-o,” his eldest brother responded flatly. “You are one of my especial concerns, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to pay for this mistake.”
Se smirked at the other teenager. “Just try it.”
Ira smiled and it was not friendly at all. “I will. After I dispose of your… indiscretion.”
Se’s ears flattened against his skull again, but his teeth bared in a parody of Ira’s grin. “You won’t touch it,” he replied, his voice just as light as his eldest brother’s.
Ira’s ears flicked backwards for a moment in either thought or indecision, but his tone was still filled with bravado. “We’ll see, little boy.”
“You wish!”
-----
Se flung himself suddenly forward and the ensuing fight was frightening to behold. Tavor quickly pulled himself out of the way, curling up in a small ball trying to stay way out of the focus. Ira, however, seemed determined to ignore Se and go after the Lowlander mix instead of his brother. He leapt at the rodent, and Tavor squeaked as he dodged. Se slammed into the equine from the side, and ripped into the colt’s withers. Ira gave an angry squeal almost under his breath, turning snap back at the hybrid. Tavor scrambled further away, watching with wide eyes as his very life hung in the balance of the outcome of this fight.
-----
The pair seemed almost equally matched; Ira had a bit more experience, but Se had more limbs and a bit more strength. They were soon both bleeding profusely and one of Se’s wings held awkwardly to one side. Still, they reared up to smash together once again and this time the hybrid managed to latch onto Ira’s throat.
The two went down in a sick symmetry to how Se had brought Tavor down. This time, however, a pair of chests heaved in pain and exhaustion. Se growled against his brother’s throat.
Ira was silent for several long moments before he finally wheezed out, “Fine.”
Se pushed away from his brother, showing his teeth a final time in victory. Ira rolled back to his feet and shook himself off. He sent his brother an unreadable look then walked off without another word.
Se watched him go with another dark grin. He soon followed, however, never once looking back at the ‘prize’ he had just nearly killed his own brother for. The little Lowlander meant nothing; this was all simply one more step towards finding himself. Se had already forgotten about Tavor.
