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lusciousbitch0411-blog · 5 years

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“I Found.”

Prologue

He held his waist, pulling him closer for a kiss. He held his hands above his head with one hand, and the other hand unbuttoning his polo. His breaths were heavy and hot. His kisses trailed down his neck, which made him threw his head backwards. Down to his chest, and to one of his nipples. He gasped, groaned and moaned. He was busy licking his pink nipples, sucking and slightly biting them, making them twitch. He stopped. “What do you want me to do?”

“So class, we have an upcoming community service. We will be visiting elementary schools this February 1, Friday. The activity will be by pair. Your roommate will be your pair. We will stay there for 1 week. Prepare your things, okay? That’s all. Class dismissed.” The last teacher said. He heard other students complain, some excited and some didn’t care. Well, he’s alone in his room. No one would be willing to be his roommate and he didn’t bother to know why. ‘That’s much better,’ he always thought. He stood up and headed to his room. Room 143. ‘Cliché,’ he thought whenever he sees his room number. He went in and started packing his things for the activity that will commence three days from now. It’s not that he’s excited, it’s just that, he wants to adapt to a new environment for inspiration to write. He brought his camera, his laptop, his headphones, and other necessities. He was almost done packing when the door flew open. A guy, maybe 2 years older than him, with perfectly fined jaw, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, broad shoulders, white skin, pink lips, white hair, and those blue eyes, went in his goddamn door. ‘I didn’t check him out,’ he defended himself. He looked at the guy and the guy looked at him too. The guy looked down at the small notebook he was carrying, and looked at the room number, and back to him. “Is this really room 143?” The guy asked. “Obviously.” He replied shortly. Irritated, he finished packing and faced the guy. “Why are you looking at me like that?” The guy asked. ‘Seriously? Why the fuck is he so dense?’ He thought. “You should knock.” He retorted. The guy said nothing and went in. “Who told you to go in?” He asked. Not caring if he’s being rude to a newcomer. “This is my room.” The guy said. “No. It’s MY room. Maybe it’s 144 or 145. Room 143 doesn’t exist in this school, got that? Now, turn around and get the hell outta here.” He said. The guy looked at him, amazed. The guy continued to walk, until he was in front of him. Not too close, though. “I’m Daemon Rayle Elric. Nice to meet you, roommate.” The guy offered his hands. ‘Hah… This is going to be hell.’ “I have a name. Kris Ezequiel Villanueva.” He accepted his handshake. They both heard a growl and he flinched. Quickly climbing the double bed and covering himself with a blanket. The guy was left dumbfounded. “W-what was that? D-do you have a d-dog?” He stuttered, his voice shaking, like he was in a verge of tears. Daemon looked up and smiled. It somehow calmed him down, but still his tears fell. ‘Weird,’ he thought. Daemon laughed and scratched the back of his head. “That was my tummy. Got any food?” He shook his head ‘no’. “Then do you have ingredients inside your fridge?” He shook his head again. Daemon sighed. “Come down here. Let’s go eat outside and buy some stock for your fridge.” Daemon gently said. He shook his head, and sobbed. Daemon reached out his hand and he was thinking twice whether to accept it or not. “If you accept my hand, it will mean you trust me. It’s okay if you don’t, I understand.” Daemon explained. Something tickled his heart, making it beat faster than it should be. In the end, he accepted it and went down.

I looked at him as we were strolling down the chocolate section. His eyes sparkled and he slightly smiled. ‘Beautiful,’ he said in his mind. We were supposed to be buying healthy foods because when I first saw him, he was so slim and pale. Like he didn’t eat for days. I was brought back to reality when he put 3 boxes of different kinds of chocolate into our cart. I was about to protest when he cut me off. “I’ll pay. That’s mine.” He said. I sighed, and held his wrist pulling him beside me. I saw him look up at me through my peripheral view. I saw him pout his lips when we entered the vegetable section. I bought cabbages, carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, and other things. I also bought some fish, meat and fruits. When we headed back to the room, he walked past me and opened the door because my hands were full of bags.

I opened his fridge and saw nothing but a cup of an unopened instant noodles. “Do you even eat, Kev?” I asked from the kitchen. I saw him sat down with his laptop earlier. “Who the hell is Kev, idiot?!” He shouted back. “I’ll be calling you Kev. Now, do you even eat?” I asked while stomping back to the bed. I saw him with glasses, typing the hell out of the laptop. ‘Cute,’ I shook my head with the thought. “Just breakfast.” He said and pressed his lips into a thin line. I sighed, ‘It’s my first day and I’m so stressed,’ it made me laugh. I went back to the kitchen and cooked soup. I looked at the wall clock hanging in the kitchen. It’s 7:26 in the evening. “Kev! C’mon. Let’s eat.” I called for him. I heard his footsteps and we ate in silence. I broke the silence. “So? What do you want to do next?” I asked him. He looked up while chewing. I laughed at his face and he swallowed. “What? It’s delicious.” He honestly remarked. “Arigato.” I replied. “Are you an otaku?” He asked. “Oh? I am. Don’t tell me you are too?” He nodded and swallowed. He was busy eating. “I neber thouft fyu fstill watcfh animfe! (I never thought you still watch anime!” O…kay. I understood that a bit. “Eat first, let’s talk later.” I chuckled. I sighed, I’m sleepy. I closed my eyes and yawned.

In fairness, his cooking is delicious. I didn’t want to eat the cabbage but he said he won’t let me eat my chocolate when I don’t eat my cabbage first. I saw him yawn and I felt a bit guilty about being rude to him. “I’m sorry. You can rest now. I’ll wash the dishes.” I offered. He looked at me and shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ll do it.” He smiled. I finished eating and I did what I was told. I waited for him to finish because we decided to watch One Punch Man. I heard about that a lot but didn’t have the time to watch. He was back within 10 minutes, that I incredibly thought the fastest guy in the world. He turned on the air conditioner, sat beside me and shared the blanket with me. We were in episode 9 when I noticed that it’s 3 am already. I looked at my side, where he was sitting, and found him asleep. Heh, weak sauce. I shut the laptop down and fixed his position on the bed. MY bed. I sighed, ‘an otaku never sleeps, baka.’ I looked at his face. His fine features defines perfection in every angle. I climbed up and closed my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep. I woke up because of the smell of… BACON! I immediately ran to the kitchen and found him wearing my grey apron with just boxers on! What the fuck! I turned around, “Put some clothes on, pervert!” I shouted at him. I didn’t hear him laugh. I didn’t expect that. I turned to look at him, and I saw how serious he was. The stove was turned off and there was this deafening silence. He slowly walked towards me, locking his gaze unto mine. I stepped back until my back was pressed against the cold hard wall. He cornered me with his big arms. I can’t help but to gulp and look away. “Are you gay?” A question I wasn’t expecting at all. I thought last night was the start of the friendship I was looking for. But he’s right, there’s no use denying it. His tone was serious, cold, and… I can’t explain it. I looked up, and looking directly into his eyes, “I am.” I bravely and honestly said. I didn’t stutter nor cry. I’m too tired dealing with the people who can’t accept my sexuality. He removed his hands and turned around, not saying anything. “That’s why I told you… Room 143 doesn’t exist. You can tell the principal to switch rooms and we can pretend this didn’t happen. Forget everything I said.” I said, pressing my lips into a thin line. He climbed up to his bed and started packing. I went to the kitchen to drink water. I feel like there’s a lump in my throat, stopping from breathing properly. My hands were shaking, and I felt hot liquids streaming down my face. No, I’m used to it anymore… Stop. Don’t cry! You’ve accepted that a long time ago! Stop… SHATTER! The glass of water shattered into pieces, I picked it up, not caring if I get hurt or not. I wiped my tears, but they fucking keep on falling! “I should’ve been used to it by now…” I whispered to myself. I winced when a shard of glass cut my skin, making it bleed. I felt numb, pathetic. I kept gathering the smallest shards and pieces, until his hand reached my wrist. He opened my palm, that I unconsciously closed, and one by one removed the shards that dug in deep into my flesh. He finished removing them and put it into the bin. I sobbed, feeling the stings, the pain. He held my wrist and made me sit on the bed. He stood up and went to the bathroom, and came back with a kit. He cleansed it and wrapped it with a bandage. The room was so quiet that I can only hear my sobs. He stood up and I heard the clacking of glass. He cleaned it up. I laid down, closing my eyes, drifting to sleep.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered to him, wiping a tear that fell. I was shocked and amazed when he bravely said he was gay. I didn’t mean to pack my things, and it didn’t mean that I’ll leave. I wanted to laugh so hard, when I heard the shattering of glass. I hurried down, but heard him say, “I should’ve been used to it by now…” I didn’t say a thing or stopped him picking up the shards, but my heart ached when I saw him clench it with his bare hands. I didn’t mean to hurt him and make him cry. I didn’t mean to break his heart and make him feel the pain again. I just saw the announcement beside him, that there will be a community service. I finished packing my things up and looked at his face. He’s gay but he doesn’t act like one. I want to know more about him. ~ I woke up because of the coldness. “Brrr…” I rubbed my arms and hands together. The room was quiet, and cold. I peeked through the window and saw it was still dark. ‘A swim wouldn’t hurt. Today’s the community service, though. I’ll just hurry.’ I know my eyes are puffy because of last night. I shook my head to dismiss the thought. I hurried down, carrying just a towel because I have extra clothes in my swimming locker. The school’s swimming pool is on the rooftop. It’s open, so I bet its cold. I climbed the stairs and opened the door. The cold wind passed by me, sending shivers to my spine and making all the hair on my body stand up. I headed towards my locker and started to undress, leaving me with my swimming boxers. I went in, wincing at the coldness of the water. I went in until the water reached my chest, and I relaxed my head on the concrete, spreading my arms. I looked up, the moon was still there, the stars too, and it was beautiful. I rinsed off around quarter to 5 and put my clothes back on. I was in the middle of changing when the rinsing room door flew open and I saw Daemon looking at me, intently. His eyes trailed my body and I remembered that I don’t have anything on except my polo and briefs! I hurriedly covered my body but he was quick. He snaked his arms around my waist, and then, everything happened in a blink of an eye, his pink tender lips touched mine. ~ ‘It’s so soft.’ I held his waist and pull him closer, deepening the kiss. 10 minutes earlier “Brrr…” I heard him say. I wanted to get up and say sorry, when I heard the door creaked open. I waited for the door to close, getting up, I went down and followed him. I saw him turn right, and climbed the stairs which I assume the rooftop. I heard the metal door clang, and didn’t hear it shut. I climbed the stairs too and saw him took his clothes off. I can’t help but look at his body. It’s slim, his pale skin is glowing under the moonlight, and the wind ruffling his soft black hair. He went in the pool and I saw him look up, resting his head on the concrete. A few moments later, he went in to the rinsing room to wash off and I felt myself getting hard. Back to Reality “Hmph!” He tried to push me away but I’m stronger than him. He stopped resisting and kissed me back. I held his hands above his head with one hand, and my other hand unbuttoning his polo. His breaths were heavy and hot. My kisses trailed down his neck, which made him threw his head backwards, I sucked and licked his Adam’s apple, which moved up and down. My kisses went down to his chest, and to one of his nipples. Kev gasped, groaned and moaned. I was busy licking his pink nipples, sucking and slightly biting them, making them twitch. I stopped. “What do you want me to do?” I asked him. His mouth was open, and his lips were wet from the kiss we shared earlier. I looked into his eyes, they were ocean blue, and it was glistening because of the water. I let his hands go, and I thought he would punch me and walk out. Instead, he snaked his arms around my nape, and gave me a quick kiss. It shocked me that I didn’t have the time to kiss back. He looked down, but thanks to the sun slowly peeking through the horizon, I saw his ear and his face all flushed. I chuckled. I let him finished changing and I watched him changed, of course. “Let’s go back. Today’s the community service.” I offered my hand, and my heart jumped when he accepted it. We headed back to our room with my hands intertwined with his. He walked first, pulling me with him. He looked back at me, and smiled while blushing. ‘He’s a miracle…’ That’s what I felt. We entered the room and I can’t help but kiss him as soon as the door behind us closed. I pinned him on the door and kissed him. I forced my tongue inside his mouth that made him groan. My hands travelled down his chest, and forming tiny circles on his navel. I felt him tremble at the gesture and pulled away from the kiss. “N-not now…T-the…hngh…community s-service…” He said, panting. Damn, I felt myself tighten inside my jeans. I saw how he flinched and covered his middle part. “I’ll take a bath first.” He quickly said, scurrying to the bathroom, leaving me standing there, turned on.

[Hey, so I’m new here. Just looking for something to write in and share my ideas. I’m open to any ideas, opinions, suggestions and the likes. I know people nowadays hate gays. I mean, they said it’s a sin, well I do too. But sometimes society seems to be too judgmental. I admit, I love gay sex, though I, myself, is just a 14-year old girl, born on June 17, 2004, and my Zodiac sign is Gemini. Geminis are creative, artistic and great at literary works. Anyway, enough with the introduction. I want you, yes you, the one who will be reading this, to give me your best and worst opinion about this story. Don’t worry about my feelings, I want to know what my readers will feel. This story is on-going and I hope you like it! Enjoy! And please correct me if I misspelled or if my grammar is wrong. I’m open to anything. Have a good night/day! God bless!]

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malcolmteller-blog · 7 years

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[HORROR] When Rats and the Internet Collide

Standing in my kitchen, I bit into the rat as it squirmed like a motherfucker. I mean, yeah, it kept saying it was fine with me eating it, but I guess it was some intrinsic survival instinct. The blood began to run down my hand and jaw as I chewed on the meat, and, having swallowed, I took another huge bite. The meat tasted raw, fresh and wet - it was how I liked it, how I’d gotten used to it.

Savoring the taste, I closed my eyes, focusing myself. What was about to happen was sacred and had to be treated as such. Finally, speaking slowly, I uttered the prayer, “To the Rat Lord. May His name be ever honoured.” There. The sacrifice and worship, for tonight at least, was done.

With that done, I went back to my room, climbed into bed, and went to sleep.

I should explain. I’ve followed and worshiped the Rat Lord ever since I got out of college, back in 2012. I won’t go into how I first encountered him - it’s kind of boring, to be honest. Though, ever since I’ve started worshiping him, it’s been nothing but glad tidings for me. I’ve gotten a big leg up in my career in the financial sector, due to a lot of the high-ups also being disciples (you know Wall Street? You wouldn’t imagine how many of us are there). There’s other stuff, too. I have more strength, more speed, more resilience. I can punch through a brick wall, for instance. I can jump from two hundred feet and land on my feet without breaking a single bone. Stuff like that.

It’s not just that. I believe in the Rat Lord. I believe in Him that when He reveals himself to the world, and his children all swarm out of the sewers and the gutters of the world to prepare for his coming, that it will be better for all of us, all those who follow him.

Anyways, I need to get to the matter at hand. What’s been happening to me lately.

I was sitting on my couch a few days ago, watching TV, when I notice something out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over at the kitchen and saw it. It was a rat - standing on its hind legs, just staring at me. Arching an eyebrow, I called out, “What do you want to tell me?” I mean, it obviously wanted to say something to me, just standing there staring at me like that.

“His Holy Eminence has called upon you for a grand vocation.” Its voice in my head sounded shrill and high-pitched, but also kind of scratchy - basically exactly how you’d imagine a rat to sound when it speaks. My eyes going wide, I got off the couch, stepped over toward the rat, and dropped to one knee, bowing my head. Don’t even fucking laugh - you show respect when the Rat Lord calls upon you.

The words left my mouth smoothly, like water, as they had all the other times I’d ever been called upon. “What does His Holy Eminence require?”

The messenger told me. I, as you would guess, obeyed.

Now, before I go any further, I need to explain things more. The Rat Lord isn’t the only deity out there. There’s a lot, and, as you’d expect in a closed community, from time to time they get into spats with each other. The one that concerns me and mine is his beef with this bastard called the Net Apostate. The Net Apostate exists on the Internet - literally, its a deity that lives inside the Internet. It doesn’t really want to rule the world, but it does want everyone to worship him, and he aims to accomplish this through… well, I don’t really know how to properly describe it because it’s honestly convoluted and stupid as fuck, but it involves a lot of ‘viral social media’ bullshit. Anyways, back in the late eighties the Net Apostate had some of his disciples murder one of the Rat Lord’s high priests that lived in the New York City area. Kind of a ‘sending a message’ thing. From then on, it was war.

It had been going on ever since. Murders, divine pronouncements, curses, mystical garbage, all that bullshit. It was at the point where we all couldn’t wait to show that web-based piece of garbage who the real boss was. Fortunately, with the grand vocation, I - me personally - received just the opportunity. Honestly, I was unbelievably thrilled, and so proud because I knew that the Rat Lord’s trust in me wouldn’t be misplaced. I was just the right person for the job, as you’ll see.

For the next week, I went to work. I scouted where the Net Apostate’s people usually hung out - web cafes, computer shops, that kind of deal. Then I went into one.

Walking into this computer repair shop down on Fifth that also doubled as a used book shop (I know, crazy, right?), I walked up to the counter. The guy behind it looked to be about two hundred and fifty pounds (in the fat way, not the well-built way), and he had these big, black, thick glasses. That’s what stands out to me in my mind. He was also balding, which made him look kind of gross, for some dumb reason.

Smiling at him, I started speaking. “Hi, uh… look, I need to inquire about something if you could help me out?” My voice was nervous, hesitant, as I spoke. I was nervous, I had no idea how this would go.

He smiled back in a friendly fashion and nodded. “Sure thing. What do you need?”

“Look… I…” I then chuckled nervously and ran my hand through my hair, “Okay, I’m totally new to this whole thing, but…” I paused, then went for the home run. “I’ve heard a lot about this guy, or thing, on the Internet called ‘the Net Apostate’… I’m wondering if you could hook me up with the next gathering?”

He kept smiling, but I noticed something in his eyes - something very subtle. It was a flashing of coldness in them, suspicion. He then shook his head, “Sorry, never heard of it.”

I nodded. “Okay. Alright. Thanks, though.” I waved, turned around, and walked out the door. I spent the next hour looking around web cafes, computer departments of department stores, taking pictures with my phone, that kind of thing. Then I went home.

The next day I spent all day (it was my day off) combing the Internet for information on the Net Apostate. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. I mean, if it’s a god that lives on the Internet, of fucking course it’ll have control over what information is out there on it. So, having finished my work, I went out for some snacks.

I’m walking through the outdoor parking lot of my apartment building at ten-thirty at night when I hear him coming up behind me.

Fucking jackpot, I thought to myself as he flicked his switchblade out and thrust it toward my back.

I kind of twirled around, grabbed his wrist and squeezed as hard as I could. Sure enough, I heard the bones crack like twigs in the manner of a few seconds, causing this little asshole to scream in agony. These people did have gifts and blessings (all followers of gods did), but enhanced strength and stamina sure as hell wasn’t one of them. I bashed my forehead into his face, causing his nose to snap and for his blood to splash all over my face and shirt. Then I forced him to the ground, and, grasping his throat in my hand and squeezing just the right amount, went forward with what I planned when I deliberately went about raising red flag after red flag.

“Listen. No, listen to me,” I said, trying to calm him down - he was hyperventilating and his eyes were wide with terror. He hadn’t been in this game for long, clearly. “Look. Where’s the next sacrifice? Where is it?”

He shook his head furiously. “I can’t tell you,” he gasped, blood still gushing out of his nose.

I leaned in close until only a couple inches were separating our faces. “You don’t tell me, I kill you and feed your body to the rats. See if your fucking Net Apostate can help you then.” I said that, and I waited, staring into his eyes. I saw the dawning realization awaken in his eyes, and then I saw it replaced by sheer, relentless terror. He knew exactly what’d happen to his soul - his, the soul of a Net Apostate disciple - if it found its way into the grasp of the Rat Lord. Finally, he sputtered out the time and place of the next sacrifice, along with how many disciples would be there. I smiled at him, thanked him in a super friendly and gentle voice, and then proceeded to snap his neck. As I got up and started to walk back into my building, I could see the rats - just a few of them at first - start to come out from all directions, to scurry over to the corpse.

I’ll just state my feelings on this matter before moving on: this is war, the Net Apostate is the enemy, you do what you have to do. Besides, fuck those guys.

So, for the next week, I prepped myself. I went out, got my supplies, and by the day of the sacrifice, arranged all my equipment on a table before me. I ran through the checklist, and everything was there. I put on the body armor, loaded everything else up, and - most importantly - ate about fifteen rats in the span of an hour. I felt like I wanted to fucking puke, but I kept it down. Not the time for it.

It took me about an hour to get there. I took the backroads and the alleys - I didn’t wanna get caught by a passing police officer. That’d be very bad news, and the Rat Lord wouldn’t care to take “I was in lockup for the night” as an excuse. I was positively giddy, though also a bit nervous - I wanted to make sure I did this all completely right. I finally made it to the warehouse belonging to this Canadian import/export company and went to work. I found the rooftop ladder and made my way to the roof. Then I jimmied open the rooftop door and entered the building, gently closing the door behind myself. I - ever so softly - moved down the stairwell until I was at just the right level. I gently opened the door and crept out onto the walkway. Looking down on the main floor, I saw it all.

It was a vast, open space, completely bare except for five human beings - four of them in robes, surrounding the fifth, a dead woman (mid-forties, she looked like) - and all of them before a 52” HDTV that was connected to an active laptop. I saw on the HDTV, the words “I AM PLEASED” flash on it. So the Net Apostate himself was in attendance. Even better.

So these were the disciples, and that was the sacrifice. Simple enough. My next course of action was also quite simple.

I pulled out my pistol (no clue what the model was - I got it from some street level gangbanger), took aim, and opened fire. The bangs of the gunfire reverberated through my body and ears as the three remaining disciple members took off running in all directions as the one I’d hit spasmed in the gunfire and then hit the ground, dead. I started to laugh because it was so funny - these bastards really did think that they could get away when I was a regular down at the gun range and had been for the past five years. Over the next twenty seconds, I gunned each and every last one of them down, their bodies flailing and twisting as they hit the ground.

Walking down the stairs to the main level - and seeing out of the corner of my eye the HDTV now rapidly flashing a variety of images pertaining to war and mass chaos - I calmly approached the sacrifice. I was happy. I was happy that I got to do this great feat, and I was happy that this piece of shit deity was here and was pissed. It’d be even more pissed by the time I was done.

I reached the corpse. I stared down at it, its stomach having been viciously cut open by dagger. Now was the time. I stuck my finger into my mouth, then down my throat - deeper, and deeper, and then it happened. I felt all the rats I had eaten come up from my stomach, into my throat, and then out my mouth. Leaning forward, I vomited a pure stream of rat filth into the open guts of the sacrifice. See, the sacrifice had been interrupted and so wasn’t officially complete, and thus was still in progress. What I was doing was literally that beautiful, as a result. As I vomited, out of the corner of my eye I saw the HDTV flash - more rapidly - even more images, now grotesque ones of murder and torture and gore. Yeah, this fucker was really pissed now.

Finally, I finished vomiting, and the HDTV abruptly switched off. I looked over at the laptop. It was off too.

Staring down at the corpse, an idiot grin appeared on my face, me being filled with such pure glee and energy after having utterly defiled this sacrifice. I then glanced at the HDTV and smiled even wider.

What else is to be said? I went home and went to bed. The Rat Lord’s people on the police force would ensure what happened would never find its way back to me.

So that’s the story. Now, because this is being posted on the Internet, I know the Net Apostate can see it, so, hey, buddy, if you’re reading this? From my God to you: fuck you, you miserable electronic prick.

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