For Dea: 1 of 5
Title: Movie Night
Author: Rosella
Rating: R
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse. // I.. am not sure what really happened here, so I apologize again for the horribly confusing and incoherent way this came to be. I promise to do better next time.
Prompt: Bel59: "I'll get you my pretty"
Word count: Fair length.
It had happened somewhere between finding the Scarecrow and meeting the Tin Man that Belphegor had become disinterested in the choice of film and began to look for a new source of entertainment. A certain silver haired Storm was the right fix, but to go right for the attack was something he didn't plan on doing tonight. It was always better to build up his partner's anger than it was to get a lot of it all at once. So, with a sly grin the blond teenager scoots closer than he was previously allowed and nonchalantly pulls out one of his many knives; simply twirling it through nimble fingers.
Gokudera blatantly ignores him, emerald eyes glued to the yellow brick road with forced interest. If he stayed focused on the now singing aluminum wanting a heart, maybe- just maybe- Belphegor would get tired and decide to leave. Though the plan is short lived once he feels the cold steel running along his bare forearm. With a sharp jerk, the arm is pulled away and he moves closer to the other end of the sofa.
"Shishishi."
The whispering laughter is amused and dangerous. Gokudera had given him the signal to keep going; even if the bomber peasant didn't know it. Bel once again shifts to sit closer, much closer to Gokudera and runs the flat end of the knife along a jean covered thigh. With a glare, Hayato slaps that pale hand away and begins to stand, but is easily tackled to the floor.
Between the cackles of a witch and screeching of monkeys with wings, Bel ran the edge of that wicked sharp knife along the pale back of the teenager before him. A short, muffled moan comes from Gokudera's gagged mouth. Sweat gathers upon his brow, body flushed pink and areas slick with trails of blood from the marks the blond's knife left behind. A quick thrust forward combined with another slice of his knife to Hayato's thigh ripped a strangled moan from a cloth covered mouth.
"Shishishi, suddenly a masochist, peasant?" Words hushed as smiling lips graze along an earring covered ear.
The sensations of pain and pleasure fill him to the brim, blanketing the world around him, but capable of being aware of the male behind him thrusting away. The sharp plunge in and quick pull out causing his breath to hiccup. The moment in where the tip of Bel's penis came in contact with the ultra, pulsing, sensitive nerves within him, Gokudera collapsed forward; Unable to sustain his weight any longer and bowing to his climax. Bel, enjoying the sight before him, releases along the man's back. Enjoying the semen swirl and mix with the blood streaming along the bomber's back.
Feeling downright giddy, Bel slumps forward using Gokudera as a resting place and uncaring of the bodily fluids mixing and pressing to his stomach. Blood was such a wonderful color after all.
"Get... off," Hayato manages through gritted teeth as the strip of cloth falls away.
"Ushishi~ We should have more of these movie dates."
Author: Rosella
Rating: R
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse. // I.. am not sure what really happened here, so I apologize again for the horribly confusing and incoherent way this came to be. I promise to do better next time.
Prompt: Bel59: "I'll get you my pretty"
Word count: Fair length.
It had happened somewhere between finding the Scarecrow and meeting the Tin Man that Belphegor had become disinterested in the choice of film and began to look for a new source of entertainment. A certain silver haired Storm was the right fix, but to go right for the attack was something he didn't plan on doing tonight. It was always better to build up his partner's anger than it was to get a lot of it all at once. So, with a sly grin the blond teenager scoots closer than he was previously allowed and nonchalantly pulls out one of his many knives; simply twirling it through nimble fingers.
Gokudera blatantly ignores him, emerald eyes glued to the yellow brick road with forced interest. If he stayed focused on the now singing aluminum wanting a heart, maybe- just maybe- Belphegor would get tired and decide to leave. Though the plan is short lived once he feels the cold steel running along his bare forearm. With a sharp jerk, the arm is pulled away and he moves closer to the other end of the sofa.
"Shishishi."
The whispering laughter is amused and dangerous. Gokudera had given him the signal to keep going; even if the bomber peasant didn't know it. Bel once again shifts to sit closer, much closer to Gokudera and runs the flat end of the knife along a jean covered thigh. With a glare, Hayato slaps that pale hand away and begins to stand, but is easily tackled to the floor.
Between the cackles of a witch and screeching of monkeys with wings, Bel ran the edge of that wicked sharp knife along the pale back of the teenager before him. A short, muffled moan comes from Gokudera's gagged mouth. Sweat gathers upon his brow, body flushed pink and areas slick with trails of blood from the marks the blond's knife left behind. A quick thrust forward combined with another slice of his knife to Hayato's thigh ripped a strangled moan from a cloth covered mouth.
"Shishishi, suddenly a masochist, peasant?" Words hushed as smiling lips graze along an earring covered ear.
The sensations of pain and pleasure fill him to the brim, blanketing the world around him, but capable of being aware of the male behind him thrusting away. The sharp plunge in and quick pull out causing his breath to hiccup. The moment in where the tip of Bel's penis came in contact with the ultra, pulsing, sensitive nerves within him, Gokudera collapsed forward; Unable to sustain his weight any longer and bowing to his climax. Bel, enjoying the sight before him, releases along the man's back. Enjoying the semen swirl and mix with the blood streaming along the bomber's back.
Feeling downright giddy, Bel slumps forward using Gokudera as a resting place and uncaring of the bodily fluids mixing and pressing to his stomach. Blood was such a wonderful color after all.
"Get... off," Hayato manages through gritted teeth as the strip of cloth falls away.
"Ushishi~ We should have more of these movie dates."