Texas 13
This is a fairly short scene. I have to get back to Black Rising, but Texas and my fanfic has had its hooks in me. OMG! I got my copies of Ai No Kusabi!!! God, Riki is gorgeous and I love Iason's voice *fans self*. So anyways, for those of you reading Texas this scene is especially for
maculategiraffe and her brother!kink. Hope you like darlin'. And this will answer your question,
seether_79
Title: Texas
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: One cold ruthless man and two hot little slaves
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
Texas read over his reports. The XY mercantile group needed a good goose. He would send an underling. If it did not go well, well then he would have to handle it.
He carded his fingers through his Kitten’s hair. The boy smiled up at him and Texas immediately felt the weight lift from his shoulders. The boy must have read his expression because he was twining his slender limbs about his master.
“Hello, Kitten.” Texas’ lips curved. He took the boy’s offered mouth in a gentle kiss. The boy’s mouth was so sweet that Texas gorged himself until his Kitten tore his lips away and panted.
Texas took his time and enjoyed his Kitten’s naked, warm skin. He was going to fuck him, he could not get enough. But first they needed to talk.
“You are close to your brother, yes?” The boy looked up startled and nodded his head slowly. “Have you missed him?” Texas had allowed very little contact between the brothers. The blonde seemed to except it even as the dark haired one railed against it.
Once again his Kitten nodded his head cautiously. It was like the boy knew he was treading a fine line with his master.
“Did you fuck each other?” Texas narrowed his eyes.
His Kitten crossed his arms across his slender chest and refused to meet his master’s glare.
“I have a right to know.” Texas swore the boy sneered at him. “All right, all right, enough. He has asked to see you.”
The boy trembled slightly and put his soft hands on his master’s face. He was looking for the truth behind the man’s words.
“There will be rules.” Texas pulled the boy’s head back by his hair, forcing him to keep his eyes on his master. “You can use your hands on him; make him cum if you want. But these are mine and mine alone.” Texas cupped the boy’s groin first and then trailed his finger across the hidden opening. “You will agree or all bets are off.”
His Kitten once again gave him that penetrating stare and then seemed to come to a decision. He rocked into his master’s fist slowly, his lips parting at the feelings emanating from his groin.
“That’s right, Kitten, you are all mine.” Texas wrapped his arm around the boy’s hips and slowly fisted the slender cock. He worked the boy until the narrow back arched and his Kitten came with a silent scream. He held the shaking boy as he licked his master’s hand clean.
“Now, I have work to do. Behave and we shall see the Puppy this evening.” The boy brushed a quick kiss against Texas’ lips before kneeling at his master’s feet.
*~*
Paul almost felt at a loss. He had the day to himself, his lumbering shadow markedly absent. He swam, worked out, ate, and played video games. Soon he was bored. He sat naked in his chair and flipped channels, not really seeing what was on the screen.
He first thought of his master. The man was true bastard. Paul had never known the meaning of pain until he submitted to Texas. Yet, his hands could make Paul come so hard that he blacked out more than once. He fought against himself with the need for his master’s collar. How he hated it and how he wanted it. Kyle already had his.
He played with his hardening flesh.
Then there was Alonzo. Paul would not get his hopes up at seeing the man again. But he was nice, almost tender in the way he fucked. The boy blushed at how proud he felt when Alonzo said ‘good boy.’ For the man, he wanted to be a good boy and to please him with his body. With so many clients it was the process, submitting, allowing himself to fall deep enough where he just felt. His clients did not give a damn about him and they could fuck themselves for all Paul cared. Alonzo was different. He had made it nice and for the boy that kind thinking was dangerous. He would never leave his master’s side. His master had his brother.
Kyle landed in his lap with a wide grin. Paul thought his heart would stop at the sheer shock. He looked up and saw their master hovering in the doorway.
“You have one hour and then I’ll be back to collect my Kitten.” The man growled and then walked away.
“Kyle?” Paul threaded his fingers through his brother’s long locks. He pulled the other boy into a deep kiss, tears trailing down his cheeks. His brother held him tight and let him shake, releasing his fear, his agony, and his loneliness. He had his brother.
Kyle slipped out of his grasp and pulled him into the bedroom. They stripped down and lay next to each other, soaking up warmth and familiarity. Kyle tapped Paul on his nose to get his attention. He had his brother’s narrowed eyes on him.
The blonde knelt on the bed and shook his head, and then he grasped his cock. He repeated the head shake and trailed his hand down the valley of his ass.
“I can’t touch you?” Paul felt pain seize in his chest. Kyle’s body was comfort and home and he was being denied. Kyle nodded in affirmative.
The dark haired boy curled into himself. It was like being told here is a million dollars and then having it set on fire before you.
Kyle curled around his brother’s tense body and cupped his face. Paul forced his tear flooded eyes to meet his brother. Kyle ran a thumb over his lips before kissing him gently. Paul sobbed and buried his face into his brother’s neck. Kyle carded his fingers through the dark silky locks and let Paul cry himself out.
Once again they looked into each other’s eyes and Kyle smiled softly. He took Paul’s lax cock into his hand and slowly brought him to a full erection.
Paul mashed his forehead against Kyle’s and let his brother touch him and manipulate his body. He could not return the favor but found comfort in the knowing touches. He wound his arms around his brother and rocked into the firm grasp. He came with a stuttering cry.
Kyle held Paul’s trembling body and pressed kisses against his hair. They curled into each other and nodded off, safe and comforted in each other’s arms.
Texas took in the boys curled together like puppies. He crossed his arms across his chest. His instinct was telling him to yank his Kitten out of the bed. But he knew he would never be forgiven. He grimaced and sought out Jug.
“Bring me my Kitten when they wake up.” He ordered and stormed down the hallway. Jug was left standing with his jaw open. He had never seen such action out of his boss.
maculategiraffe and her brother!kink. Hope you like darlin'. And this will answer your question,
seether_79
Title: Texas
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: One cold ruthless man and two hot little slaves
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
Texas read over his reports. The XY mercantile group needed a good goose. He would send an underling. If it did not go well, well then he would have to handle it.
He carded his fingers through his Kitten’s hair. The boy smiled up at him and Texas immediately felt the weight lift from his shoulders. The boy must have read his expression because he was twining his slender limbs about his master.
“Hello, Kitten.” Texas’ lips curved. He took the boy’s offered mouth in a gentle kiss. The boy’s mouth was so sweet that Texas gorged himself until his Kitten tore his lips away and panted.
Texas took his time and enjoyed his Kitten’s naked, warm skin. He was going to fuck him, he could not get enough. But first they needed to talk.
“You are close to your brother, yes?” The boy looked up startled and nodded his head slowly. “Have you missed him?” Texas had allowed very little contact between the brothers. The blonde seemed to except it even as the dark haired one railed against it.
Once again his Kitten nodded his head cautiously. It was like the boy knew he was treading a fine line with his master.
“Did you fuck each other?” Texas narrowed his eyes.
His Kitten crossed his arms across his slender chest and refused to meet his master’s glare.
“I have a right to know.” Texas swore the boy sneered at him. “All right, all right, enough. He has asked to see you.”
The boy trembled slightly and put his soft hands on his master’s face. He was looking for the truth behind the man’s words.
“There will be rules.” Texas pulled the boy’s head back by his hair, forcing him to keep his eyes on his master. “You can use your hands on him; make him cum if you want. But these are mine and mine alone.” Texas cupped the boy’s groin first and then trailed his finger across the hidden opening. “You will agree or all bets are off.”
His Kitten once again gave him that penetrating stare and then seemed to come to a decision. He rocked into his master’s fist slowly, his lips parting at the feelings emanating from his groin.
“That’s right, Kitten, you are all mine.” Texas wrapped his arm around the boy’s hips and slowly fisted the slender cock. He worked the boy until the narrow back arched and his Kitten came with a silent scream. He held the shaking boy as he licked his master’s hand clean.
“Now, I have work to do. Behave and we shall see the Puppy this evening.” The boy brushed a quick kiss against Texas’ lips before kneeling at his master’s feet.
*~*
Paul almost felt at a loss. He had the day to himself, his lumbering shadow markedly absent. He swam, worked out, ate, and played video games. Soon he was bored. He sat naked in his chair and flipped channels, not really seeing what was on the screen.
He first thought of his master. The man was true bastard. Paul had never known the meaning of pain until he submitted to Texas. Yet, his hands could make Paul come so hard that he blacked out more than once. He fought against himself with the need for his master’s collar. How he hated it and how he wanted it. Kyle already had his.
He played with his hardening flesh.
Then there was Alonzo. Paul would not get his hopes up at seeing the man again. But he was nice, almost tender in the way he fucked. The boy blushed at how proud he felt when Alonzo said ‘good boy.’ For the man, he wanted to be a good boy and to please him with his body. With so many clients it was the process, submitting, allowing himself to fall deep enough where he just felt. His clients did not give a damn about him and they could fuck themselves for all Paul cared. Alonzo was different. He had made it nice and for the boy that kind thinking was dangerous. He would never leave his master’s side. His master had his brother.
Kyle landed in his lap with a wide grin. Paul thought his heart would stop at the sheer shock. He looked up and saw their master hovering in the doorway.
“You have one hour and then I’ll be back to collect my Kitten.” The man growled and then walked away.
“Kyle?” Paul threaded his fingers through his brother’s long locks. He pulled the other boy into a deep kiss, tears trailing down his cheeks. His brother held him tight and let him shake, releasing his fear, his agony, and his loneliness. He had his brother.
Kyle slipped out of his grasp and pulled him into the bedroom. They stripped down and lay next to each other, soaking up warmth and familiarity. Kyle tapped Paul on his nose to get his attention. He had his brother’s narrowed eyes on him.
The blonde knelt on the bed and shook his head, and then he grasped his cock. He repeated the head shake and trailed his hand down the valley of his ass.
“I can’t touch you?” Paul felt pain seize in his chest. Kyle’s body was comfort and home and he was being denied. Kyle nodded in affirmative.
The dark haired boy curled into himself. It was like being told here is a million dollars and then having it set on fire before you.
Kyle curled around his brother’s tense body and cupped his face. Paul forced his tear flooded eyes to meet his brother. Kyle ran a thumb over his lips before kissing him gently. Paul sobbed and buried his face into his brother’s neck. Kyle carded his fingers through the dark silky locks and let Paul cry himself out.
Once again they looked into each other’s eyes and Kyle smiled softly. He took Paul’s lax cock into his hand and slowly brought him to a full erection.
Paul mashed his forehead against Kyle’s and let his brother touch him and manipulate his body. He could not return the favor but found comfort in the knowing touches. He wound his arms around his brother and rocked into the firm grasp. He came with a stuttering cry.
Kyle held Paul’s trembling body and pressed kisses against his hair. They curled into each other and nodded off, safe and comforted in each other’s arms.
Texas took in the boys curled together like puppies. He crossed his arms across his chest. His instinct was telling him to yank his Kitten out of the bed. But he knew he would never be forgiven. He grimaced and sought out Jug.
“Bring me my Kitten when they wake up.” He ordered and stormed down the hallway. Jug was left standing with his jaw open. He had never seen such action out of his boss.