[original fic] Remembrance part 1

[metamorcy1]

Title: Remembrance

By: Metamorcy

Rating: M

This is an original work of mine. I posted this up on meiwangetsu but decided to post it here too. This is about my original characters of mine. Hope you enjoy it. Its really long so you better have time. Please note that this was written a long time ago so my style is different.

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Drang stared across the table he was currently sitting at, sipping silently on a cup of tea he had ordered a few minutes back. His black eyes didn’t budge from their position even when someone passed by, momentarily blocking his view. The object or man he was gazing at went by the name of Mark and he had seen this person multiple times over the years, many of them weren’t really pleasant memories. Drang broke his trance and stared down with empty eyes at his dull cup, his face emotionless. He was old, he knew that, and yet at the same time, he looked no older than twenty-eight. How old was he really? He had lost count over eight hundred and seventy-six billion years ago and no longer felt like doing anything about it or anything else for that matter. Everything seemed monotonous to his eyes, he had seen it all, explored it all and he even owned the universe, though he didn’t like the part of taking care of it and just let people live their lives. So in the end, what else was there to do? He has a family and he loves them dearly, he was even willing to give up everything that had him who he was today just to save any or all of them. But alas, there was no need to do that, they could fight and they weren’t pushovers when it came down to it so that left him to spend his days bored and tired. He really had nothing much to do.

It’s true he could hang out with his family but all of them were doing something else and he didn’t want to intrude. His youngest son, Caesar, was usually wandering the universe, helping others out or when he was home, in the basement working on his machines or experiments. Caesar is a genius and could do anything even if it was the first time he had seen it like playing a piano without any lessons or help, no book either to read off. He had played perfectly like a professional that had practiced all his life. Drang could do the same and guessed Caesar had inherited his skills from him. Yuan, his middle son, was always hanging around someone, it didn’t matter who but they were always there, leaving him unable to approach. Lastly was his eldest, Creed, who still had a bit of a grudge against him but it wasn’t as much as it had been before. It had taken awhile to worm his way into his son’s heart but he had done so and he held on even with all the hurtful words that had been shouted at him. Why Creed had a grudge? That wasn’t a secret his could tell anyone. Yuan also had a son named Mull, he was a good kid, carrying one of the Metamorcy many genes of white hair which was rare in his crazy family. There were other family members as well like his older twin brother, Cradle, who loved to pretend that he was him, always stealing his clothes to put on. However, he was always with Shadow, an old buddy of his that he had known for all these years and had been childhood friends with. They were practically an item, excluding the devices and toys that surrounded them after sex. There were also his half-brothers, Dart and Strangle. The oldest one, Strangle, was with Whisper, Shadow’s big brother, and they were never far apart. It made Drang feel like a third-wheel whenever he was with them and tended to avoid meeting up with the couple in their little moments of being alone. Dart, on the other hand, was just like him with no one to be with but he was never around when he needed him for company and so that usually left him by himself and alone.

Sure, he had had some companions, or fuck-buddies to be more exact, but they never lasted long. It was never fun and Drang would always feel miserable soon after even with all the pleasure he was receiving. Of course, he was on top…most of them time. Mark had been the only one to top him although it had been a forced sex, rape was more like it. Though rape is a strong version, they were both practically forced to do it. Mark wanted to get some money to live while he had gotten captured into an enemy base.

Drang sighed, closing his eyes and placed an elbow on the table, staring at the cup in frustration through his eyelids. His expression remained the same blankness but his mind raced with thoughts and emotions. A light breeze blew, scattering his white locks that were short and somewhat spiky. They didn’t stick all over the place but they did a little especially in the back. His black trench coat hung over his body, keeping all the warmth inside. He reopened his eyes, staring back at Mark, who had by now seen him. The dark-haired brunet gave an arrogant smile and waved, his gray eyes staring curiously at the other. He glanced around the area before standing up, walking over to the albino. Drang blinked, he didn’t know if he should have waved back before or now run away at this moment but he didn’t do anything and just sat there, watching. His black eyes finally gazed down at his cup, which was empty, and pushed it aside, not wanting it anymore.

“Hey, long time no see.” Mark spoke cheerfully but aggressively but Drang instantly noted a hint of fear. “What are you doing here? You’re not here to kill me, are you?”

Drang didn’t answer.

“Right, stupid question. This planet is your main home.” The man looked away, unnerved by those silent eyes. He then turned back, sitting down in the extra chair. “You don’t have a grudge against me, do you? I mean, I’m sorry about all those times before and-”

“No, I don’t.” The albino shook his head, letting his hair shuffle. “It’s not your fault that you raped me.”

“Listen.” Mark’s expression darkened. “I didn’t want to but I really had no choice. I needed the money for my parents, okay?”

“I understand that already.” Not once throughout the conversion did Drang shift. “I bear no ill will towards you.”

“…Good.”

The two went back into a silence, glancing around the area for anything interesting. The place emptied out two times maybe three before Mark turned back to the other.

“You know, you’re not really a bad person everyone says you are. I bet they’re all lies made-up so that more people would go against you and your family.” Mark smirked, bending over. Drang gazed at that. He knew about the ugly rumors like that he would kill anyone that disobeyed him or threatened him or his family. But they were all lies well besides the family part. There were much more. “With the whole heartless and emotionless thingy you’ve got going on…I mean, when I…fucked you, I could tell that you were trying not to cry out or show anything but I could tell that there was something there and I just thought you that maybe you have forgotten how to show emotions. I mean, has anyone from your family seen you smile before or laugh?”

Drang shook his head. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done any of those things. And Mark was right. He had forgotten how to do those things after so many tedious years had passed.

“I thought so, but still, even with all that, you’re a good person and I must say, you were the best I had ever had in bed.”

With that, Drang narrowed his eyes and stood up, storming away. He had left so fast that no one had noticed his disappearance except for Mark, who instantly jumped up. He ran after the albino with a grin, glad that he had gotten a reaction like that out of the other and jogged to keep up.

“Hey, I’m being honest here. And here I thought you liked honest people.”

“Not when they say things like that.” Drang spoke through there was a hint of venom in it.

Mark chuckled. “Yes, I know…but I think you liked it whenever I did you.”

Drang stopped at this and looked at Mark strangely. “What?”

“You heard me. I believe you like what I do to you and that you enjoy it.”

The albino turned around and vanished, teleporting away from the man. Mark sighed, rubbing the back of his head. No one paused to glance at him; they were used to people appearing and disappearing out of nowhere and continued on. The brunet groaned, maybe he had taken it too far. Oh well, it was the truth in his eyes and he would be damned if he kept it all inside.

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‘That bastard…’ Drang cursed, stepping into his house, which was basically a mansion due to how many people that lived here. He didn’t bother taking off his coat or anything and went in further. The front area was basically a sitting room/living room all in one with two doors to the side that lead to the dining and next to that was the kitchen. The place was two stories high, his bedroom on the bottom floor, far away front the front area and decided to head there. It was quiet and he didn’t mind it, needing some time to cool off.

He spotted one of the three maids that worked here on his way. Caesar had created them by using his computers and machines so that someone could keep the house clean while they were off somewhere. She had long white hair that went to the back of her legs and was wearing a skimpy outfit she had personally picked out. It really didn’t look like a maid suit but he didn’t care much on it, even though he was sure that everyone in this had no feelings toward the sisters except for sisterly love. The female, whose name is Elda, turned to him and bowed before going back to dusting the ceiling for cobwebs and what not with her arm. Drang didn’t do anything back and opened the door to his room, which was plain with the walls painted white. There was a large bed, big enough to fit five people inside with a nightstand on each side and the covers were colored green. There was a drawer to hold clothes and a large walk-in closet for more, containing his shoes and boots. The bathroom was unique, which had a separate shower and bath, the tub to one side, isolated. The toilet was there too but it seemed more like it was connected to the bathroom with a door that separated the two rooms. Drag sighed, taking off his shoes and coat, tossing them to the ground without care, which was unusual in his case, and flopped onto the bed. He felt tired, not physically but mentally.

But now that he thought about it…What had Mark meant by that comment? Enjoy being screwed…

Drang blinked, nuzzling his face into his pillow. ‘Yeah, I probably do enjoy having him inside…’ His eyes closed. ‘But why is it only him? I’ve slept with many people before but I’ve never felt this way with any of them. Why is it only him? Do I…love him?’ His eyes snapped open, sitting up instantly. His hands were squeezing his pillow to his chest, which was right under his chin. ‘I couldn’t be, could I? I mean, I’ve only known him for five years but we’ve rarely seen each other. So that couldn’t be it…could it? Ugh, I’ve got to stop questioning myself.’

Drang rubbed his head and stared at his window where the scenery was always the same. He had first met Mark at an enemy base when he had allowed himself to be captured. Why? He had begun feeling really fed up and wasn’t in the mood to fight back, seeing as they couldn’t kill him since he was immortal. While he had been there, the enemy leader had requested information Drang didn’t have and tried to torture and beat it out of him but he didn’t know anything so couldn’t give anything back. Throughout the entire thing, he had remained silent, not flinching at any beating and just took it in. He had far worst before and these just seemed like mere child’s play. But then things got a little too serious, the leader had ordered his men to rape him to get the information. This time he fought back and killed anyone that got too close to him while he was chained to a chair. After a while, Mark came, who had been forced to do this and Drang couldn’t bring himself to finish the job. He could tell that the man was only doing this to pay off something and allowed Mark to do his job, no matter how degrading it was on his side. Drang knew he had liked it, the light feather touches, the pounding heat, the kisses that ran up his neck, everything and he slowly lost himself into it but all a while keeping his mind together. He refused to allow anyone to get too close. Mark, however, didn’t like that. He somewhat did beyond what the leader had requested and fucked him until he could tell he was getting somehow through those thick walls that he had build up. Eventually, over twenty-sex times of sex with too many rounds to count, he escaped and headed back home. His family had made a fuss, demanding why they weren’t able to locate him and all he did was greet them before fainting.

The second time was the same thing but this time Mark had found him and even spoke with him for a little while before the sex came. They got along better this time and exchanged a few conversations, understanding each other better than before. It had been pleasant and he enjoyed being with the other man and Drang would wait impatiently for that special time where they would be together to come around. This continued for the next few months until he escaped again but by the time that had happened, he had felt comfortable with Mark being nearby.

‘Maybe I am falling for him…’ Drang pondered. ‘I mean he’s the only one that can truly understand me without me having to explain anything.’

Before he managed to get any deeper, there was laughter from the hallway. The albino looked up from his position and slid off his bed, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep now. He stared at the door, deciding whether to investigate or not but in the end, went towards it. Outside he could see Shadow and Cradle against the wall, both smiling happily. The two radiated of light with the sun catching them perfectly since they were at the window. Then Cradle leaned over, kissing the black-haired man on the cheeks, grabbing his arm and went off, looking like they were skipping. Well, Cradle did, Shadow kinda grumbled along yet kept that faint grin with a hint of blush on his cheeks.

Drang observed until the two were gone and closed the doors. He sighed, wondering if he’ll ever be able to do that with anyone and went back to bed, sitting down. He then leaned over, his elbows on his knees, his white bangs hanging down lightly. Deciding that he wasn’t going to get any sleep any time soon, he stood back up and headed outside. It was quiet again except for the faint sound of laughter and moans from his brother’s bedroom which was upstairs. He tried to ignore it and head back into the living room, wondering if maybe there was something good on TV. But the moment he arrived, he could see Strangle and Whisper on the couch, his brother’s boyfriend on top and he seemed to be giving the other a blowjob. Drang remained silent and went to the kitchen but when he got there, he noticed his sons were together.

Caesar, the spiky and wildly red-haired one, noticed him first. “Oh Dad, do you want to join us?”

Drang sauntered closer. “What are you doing?”

Creed, the second tallest of the four and seemed to look like a younger version of him, leaned back. “Making dinner. Usually we’d have Elda do it but we were bored and decided to do it ourselves.”

“Yeah and its kinda fun. Come on, Dad, join us!” Yuan, whose hair was unique with blue and purple strands mixed together, grinned, grabbing his father’s arm.

Drang just nodded and did whatever they told him to do. He knew how to cook better than anyone one else in the family except for his youngest son, who skills were on pair with his. He was even better than Elda, which was odd since she was the maid. However, the way they cooked was different, he liked to add spices while Caesar made things slightly sweeter and sometimes salty but it was both good none-the-less. They both knew the limit of things.

“Uncle Strangle and Whisper are at it again.” Yuan groaned, smiling as they heard a loud moan from the living room. “Ah well, that’s nothing new.”

“Just let them have their time together. No one gets much around here.” Creed grumbled, finishing up the cooking. Caesar and Yuan left to put the dishes and utensils out on the table next door while Drang washed the used pots and pans. The oldest son glanced towards his father for a moment after completing his task. “Dad, is something wrong?”

Caesar walked in at that moment and turned to his father in question, Yuan was right behind. “Dad?”

Drang shook his head. “No, I’m fine.”

Yuan stepped forward. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

From there, Yuan went out to call everyone down but Caesar kept a stern glare on his father. They gathered in the dining room with Drang sitting down at the head of the table and dazed off, staring out the window. It was during that moment that everyone had settled down and began to dig in. He didn’t wake up until someone called out his name. “Drang? Brother?”

The albino snapped out and turned to his older brother, who was holding a bowl of mashed potatoes. Drang took it and stared at white goo for a second before putting a little of it on his plate and moved on. This went on for a while until they were all done and began eating. Drang didn’t, he stared at the food without any appetite and sighed, playing with his fork.

Cradle, who was sitting at Drang’s right, stood up and placed a hand on his brother’s forehead. The younger one blinked his eyes in surprise. “You don’t seem to have a fever and you don’t look sick either.”

“Brother?” Drang glanced up. “I’m fine, nothing’s wrong.”

“Yeah right. Says so the guy who looks like he’s out of it.” Cradle scolded. “You’re not even eating.”

“I’ve never eaten much before.” The younger brother spoke, putting down the fork.

“True but not like this.” Creed interrupted. “And I know you haven’t eaten anything today from the house.”

The father remained quiet before standing up, taking his plate and fork with him. He silently stormed out, throwing everything into the sink before stalking off to the front door. Parts of the family came out, obviously worried about the head leader of the house. Drang turned to them as he opened the door. “I’m going out.”

Mull, who had silver hair that fell down to his back and was tied into a ponytail, was the first one to ask. “When will you come back?”

“…” Drang paused. “Don’t know…but I’ll be back. Bye.” He closed it, knowing that his family was still watching him. He had to scrunch his clothes together since he no longer had his coat with him and only managed to teleport his shoes on, not feeling like going inside to get either of them. He could have taken his coat too by just using the same power that brought his shoes here and was about too when he decided to head against the cold. He needed something else to think about then love and shit. Drang wandered around the town, bored and didn’t have any place in mind to head to. The albino passed the park, the main center of attractions in town, parties, and whatnot, even random houses and districts. But nothing seemed to catch his attention and turned to a building without realizing it. Once he woke up from his daze, he blinked, staring at the structure in curiosity.

‘This is…where Mark is staying at…’ Drang thought, glancing up and could see a light in the room that belonged to the man. ‘It couldn’t hurt to visit…could it?’

He went into the building, heading across the main area to the elevators and stepped in one of them. He pressed the desired number and waited as the doors closed and go up. He had only known about this place after getting told by Mark himself long ago but he had never thought of going before. When he heard the familiar ‘ding’, he stepped out, sauntering into the hallway that was barely lighted except for the moon that radiated that area slightly. He made his way around the numerous ways, counting the numbers and finally spotted the door.  Staring at it with one hand in his pocket while the other was raised up, he speculated if he should really be here and knock to alert the other of his presence. His hand hadn’t touched the door and he remained where he was at.

He didn’t need to wait long though…

“Hold on, let me get something from the store first.” A voice called out from inside. Drang paused, he recognized it.

“There’s nothing to get in the first place.” Another one came next.

The door opened soon after with a light coming into the dark hallway and Drang could see Mark at the entrance, yelling back at the other with a grin. But the moment he turned to the albino, he stopped, eyes widening.

“D-Drang?” He stared at the white-haired man in shock. The other person in the room stepped into view but Drang ignored him. He felt stupid at thinking in whatever-the-hell-he-was-thinking for getting his hopes up as his hand remains risen up, ready to knock the door. He lowered it, stepped back and turned away.

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