#yaoi fanfiction

[fantasy---feels]

Demon's obsession (1)

pairing: jungkook x grumpy male reader

genre: pure smut tbh, yaoi, bl, fantasy

wordcount: 3,5k~

summary: Jungkook knows that as a royal he's supposed to be noble, gracious, etc etc, but he sure isn't feeling it while watching Y/n dance with basically fcking anyone but him.

warnings: choking, possessiveness, biting, scratching, unprotected sex.

date: 13-01-2024

info: Initially wrote this about two of my Oc's but later felt like also adapting it to some of my favorite fandoms sooo, oops~ Also, since I couldn't choose there are multiple different versions of the same story, just with different main characters ^^

During tonight's ball the third prince's guests are the focus of everyone's attention. Both the men and women don't get a moments respite between all the demons asking them to dance. It doesn't help that the wine served in the palace has all the demons drunk as fuck. Jungkook is grumbling from the sidelines, rejecting all advances, even though, as the prince he knows he is supposed to keep up appearances. Y/n on the other hand keeps accepting every single dance request and Jungkook hasn't had a single moment alone with him. The only reason why Y/n hasn't also danced with loads of men is because every time one wants to approach him, Jungkook manages to 'gently dissuade' them.

Finally after yet another dance Y/n walks back over to the group and crankily notifies them that he's fleeing before his feet fall off. Jungkook watches him go before also saying his goodbyes and following him upstairs, with the others exchanging knowing looks.

Jungkook catches up with Y/n in his wing of the palace, in the hallway that leads to the guest rooms. 'You avoided me.' Y/n keeps walking without looking back. 'I didn't. I was occupied.' Jungkook follows after him. 'You could've rejected them'. Y/n looks back at Junkook over his shoulder. 'Why would I', he asks flatly, his face uninterested. Jungkook bares his teeth in annoyance. 'You know why.' Finally Y/n turns around to face him, his expression bored. 'No, please do explain. Why should I have rejected them? So I could dance with you instead? Is that why?'

Suddenly Jungkook's arm shoots up and he slams Y/n against the wall, his hand around his throat. 'You fucker', Y/n hisses as the air is rushed out of him. Jungkook gently cups his face as he leans closer to his ear. 'That's exactly why', he whispers, before catching his lips in a rough kiss. Y/n grabs him by the collar and curses against his lips. 'You fucking prick.' But he doesn't actually resist and lets Jungkook deepen the kiss. The demon pushes him further against the wall, till their bodies are pressed flush together. Once out of breath Y/n pushes Jungkook away by the collar, glaring at him, breathing heavy.

Jungkook is panting with his eyes glazed over. Completely ignoring Y/n's glare he takes his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist while looking at him. 'Please, Y/n, I need more, please.' He slowly sinks to his knees, untill he's kneeling down in front of him, staring up. He leans into Y/n, still holding his hand. He puts the hand on his face and leans into it with pleading eyes, breathing hard. Y/n scowls at him. 'Don't you have any self restraint you pervert.' Jungkook gives him a slow smirk. 'You have no idea how much restraint I'm showing right now.' With the hand that isn't holding Y/n's he slowly trails up Y/n's leg and stomach, pushing up his shirt. He looks up and his smirk fades. 'If I hadn't restrained myself~' he slowly leans in and places a kiss on his hip, 'I would already be fucking you against this wall by now.' Then he licks a long stripe from Y/n's stomach to his waist where he stops to gently suck on the skin, making Y/n groan inadvertently. Y/n grabs his hair and pulls his face from his waist. Jungkook looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glazed over with desire. 'Please, let me fuck you?' His mouth is slightly parted as his breath comes out in hot puffs, his head still pulled backwards. He lets his hand travel up Y/n's legs until he's holding his waist and slowly letting his thumb caress Y/n's stomach.

Y/n glowers at him then huffs in disbelief. 'You get one round, that's it.' Jungkook's eyes darken as he gets up and roughly pins Y/n back against the wall, kissing him hungrily. One of his hands is still holding Y/n's waist while the other one is on his face, to keep him from pulling away. Jungkook presses Y/n's legs apart with his thigh before he starts grinding his hips into him. The friction makes Y/n groan in his mouth, which snaps Junkook's last thin thread of restraint. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he grabs Y/n and picks him up, before slamming him back against the wall and grinding his dick into him. Y/n gasps, 'Fucking prick' . 'Are you attached to these clothes', Junkook breathes against Y/n's lips. Y/n frowns 'What, no, why do you-' RIIIIIP. 'YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU-' Y/n is cut of when Junkook pulls him back into a kiss. His outrage over his destroyed pants momentarily forgotten. His voice grows louder when Junkook reaches down to undo his own pants and into what's left of Y/n's. The feeling of Junkook stroking him finally makes Y/n give in completely and he can't control the sounds spilling from his lips. His throaty moans are enough to make Junkook go absolutely feral.

Y/n groans in surprise when Junkook pushes his head back to kiss him even deeper. Then he feels Junkook's fingers, coated in his own precum, slowly stretching him out. He arches his back at the sudden feeling, accidentally making it easier for Junkook to slide his fingers in deeper. He shudders when Junkook presses down and scowls when he feels a cocky grin against his lips. 'Oh shut up and just fuck me already.' He immediately regrets his words as he sees Junkook's eyes darken. 'Fuck, Junkook, slowly okay, I can't - UGH'. For a moment theres dark spots covering his vision after Junkook lined himself up, and then slammed his whole length in at once.

Y/n's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in silent shock. His breath comes in short inhales and his hands tremble on Junkook's shoulders. Junkook leans in and places sloppy open kisses on his exposed throat. 'I thought you told me to just fuck you. Why are you suddenly so quiet?' He smirks as he pushes a bit deeper still, pulling a gasp from Y/n, who glares at him. 'You fucker, I also told you to go slow.' He presses his eyes shut as he tries to calm down.

'Ah~ sorry, you mean like this?' Junkook grinns evilly as he slowly rolls his hips to drag his dick out just to immediately fully push it back in. Y/n's head falls back again and his moaning comes out in stutters. Junkook gazes at him hungrily as he keeps rolling his hips, slow and deep, to see his reactions. When he notices how Y/n's breathing is speading up, he starts to pick up the pace. A bit faster, a bit harder and with every thrust trying to push a bit deeper, until Y/n is shaking in his arms, a broken string of moans falling from his lips. Junkook instinctually bares his teeth at the sight.

He slams his hips up against Y/n till he can feel him coming undone and in that last moment he pushes even harder. As he bites down on the nape of Y/ns neck and buries himself in him to the hilt he can feel Y/n's orgasm shudder through his body as he gasps. Junkook curses when he feels Y/n clamp down on his dick, destroying all of his determination to not come yet. 'Fuck, I'm sorry', he whispers under his breath and before Y/n has time to brace himself he starts slamming back into him. Y/n curses under the overstimulation and digs his nails into Junkook's shoulders as the latter buries his face in his neck and pounds him deeper and faster, again and again until his breathing becomes ragged and his thrusts erratic. Then finally he slams in deep enough to make Y/n gasp when he feels Junkook spilling inside of him.

They stay like that for a moment, both panting. Junkook still has his face buried in Y/n's neck, softly placing kisses there and below his jaw. 'Thank you', he breathes, his eyes hooded and his lips slightly parted. Y/n is too exhausted to respond at all and just hangs in his arms, panting, looking at the ceiling.

After a few more moments of silent heavy breathing, Junkook slowly lowers Y/n to the ground, but when he notices how unsteady he is, he grinns and moves to pick him back up. Y/n slaps him away and scowls. 'I can walk by myself.' Junkook smirks, 'Are you sure, I feel like I did a pretty good job so I doubt it.' Y/n glares at him but he's to tired to resist when Junkook picks him up in his arms. 'I'm way too heavy for this you musclebrain.' Junkook grinns at him 'It's fine, what else are all these stupid muscles good for if not for this.' Y/n feels him flex his arms for good measure. 'Also, this is my fault to begin with', Junkook smirks, obviously not sorry at all. Y/n huffs and just gives up, letting himself be carried through the big empty halfway to Junkook's rooms, where Junkook lays him down on the bed and promptly flops down on top of him.

Y/n looks down at the man resting his head on his stomach. 'We need to wasp up first, your sheets will be ruined.' Junkook doesn't even open his eyes as he mumbles from where he's laying. 'It's fine, I'll change them tomorrow, for now let's just stay like this.' Y/n can feel Junkook's breathing slow down and his heart beats against his skin. Y/n sighs deeply, how did he even get himself involved in all this.

When he's sure that the demon laying on top of him is asleep he slowly weaves his fingers through his hair. Junkook moans in his sleep and leans into his hand. Y/n thoughtfully looks at the man's sleeping face then scowls. 'How the fuck do you look so innocent now.'

Junkook wakes up and smiles in satisfaction when he realizes that he's holding Y/n in his arms. He looks at the human's sleeping face, his expression relaxed and much softer than when awake. He softly kisses his neck, which make Y/n inadvertently moan and lean back into him. Junkook presses his eyes shut, trying to keep out any perverted thoughts, but he fails miserably. He groans when he feels himself harden against Y/n.

He's still trying to calm himself but he unconsciously starts pushing his hips into Y/n's. His arm around Y/n's chest tightens as the friction starts getting to him and he pulls him flush to his chest. Softly panting he starts out with soft kisses on Y/n's neck, but they soon turn sloppy and harsher until he's sucking bruises into the perfect white skin.

Y/n's body responds unconsciously to the rough ministrations and soft moans fall from his lips. His voice only makes it harder for Junkook to control himself and he groans as he manœuvres himself between Y/n's thighs to get more friction. The feeling as he starts sliding back and forth makes him moan into Y/n's shoulder. The feeling of Junkook rubbing against him also finally makes Y/n stir a bit. Junkook is really starting to loose it now, he needs to be inside, but he doesn't want to wake Y/n up. He rolls his hips faster and groans at the feeling. He's still sucking pretty blue spots on Y/n's skin, but when the latter suddenly stirs and clenches his thighs together in his sleep, Junkook gasps and bites down while moaning into his neck.

This finally does the job and Y/n wakes up with a shock. He half turns his head around and growls 'The fuck do you think you're do-' A sudden hard thrust of Junkook catches him of guard and he moans deeply at the sensation. 'Fuckkkk, you horny idiot, let go of me.' He gasps as the other's dick rubs him again. 'Sorry, can't, need to have you.' Junkook kisses and sucks his sensitive skins apologetically. 'I can't stop, need to fuck you, I can right? Please tell me I can?' Before Y/n can even respond one of Junkook's arms moves to hold him in place against his chest while his other hand slides down to grab one of his legs. Realizing that he won't be able to stop him Y/n tries to move out of his grasp. 'No wait, wait, at least give me a mo- AHH~' His sentence is cut short as Junkook pushes his dick into him in one long, slow motion. It's easier this time because they just did it, but they both still pant at the tight feeling for a moment. Junkook has Y/n pressed flush against his chest, his teeth buried in his skin and his dick pushed as deep as it can go. He groans and it rumbles through Y/n's whole body as he lays moaning and panting with his mouth open, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion. 'Goddamn demons,' he gasps. Junkook finally regains his composure and pulls his mouth of Y/n's skin, to lick the slight marks. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay? I'll be gentle okay? I'll be really careful, I'll take it slow.' He places soft kisses in Y/n's neck to appease him. 'You'll let me right?' He slightly rolls his hips into him. Y/n hisses. 'Just shut up. And SLOWLY.' Junkook smiles slightly dazed and nods against his back, before pulling out almost completely, and slowly pushing all the way back in, making them both groan. He carefully sets a rhythm where he pulls out about halfway and rolls his hips back up at just the right angle to keep hitting Y/n's sweet spot. He can feel the man writhing in his arms to get away from the overstimulation but he doesn't let him. One of his arm still holds his chest and with the other he now pulls back his hips so he can't escape. A string of guttural moans spills from Y/n's mouth when Junkook slams up into him with force. 'Fuckkkk~ you said you'd be gentle you bitch.' Junkook moves his hand to grab Y/n's throat and pulls him back against him. 'I know, but you look so pretty all fucked out, I couldn't help it.' Y/n tries to glare at him but his eyes soon glaze over as Junkook's rough thrusts keep coming and filling him up. Junkook curses at the sight and slams his hips up even harder. With the hand not on Y/n's throat he presses on his stomach, making the man groan in protest. 'Fuck offff, too full.' Junkook grinns with lust, 'I can feel myself in your stomach, that's so hot,' he rubs small circles on on Y/n's skin. 'I wonder what would happen if I pressed down here?' He presses with his fingers while simultaneously snapping his hips up aiming at the same spot. Y/n's eyes fly wide and his mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out. Junkook sees the reaction and greedily slams into that same spot again. Y/n's eyes go completely unfocused and unintelligible curses spill from his open mouth. Junkook hungrily takes in his expression and keeps fucking into him at that same angle until he finally pushes him over the edge and makes him come hard. With a broken stream of moans Y/n falls limp in Junkook's arms, trembling lightly from the assault.

Junkook grins greedily at the sight but takes pity on his lover and slowly works him through his orgasm with soft, deep strokes, placing sweet kisses on his shoulder, until he stops termbling. Finally, still panting, Y/n scowls. 'Great, you had your fun, now get out of me.' He pushes at the demon's arm, but it won't budge. Junkook chuckles lowly. 'I think you're confused about something~' He leans in and whispers in Y/n's ear with a smirk. 'I didn't come yet.'

Y/n stills. 'No. FUCK NO. Get off, get off right now, I can't ta- FUCK! ' His whole body shakes with the force of Junkook's hips slamming back into him. 'Just relax, I'll make you feel good again.' Junkook grinns at him as his thrusts grow faster and faster. Y/n curses and tries to struggle out of his grip which only results in Junkook flipping him over on his stomach, pinning him with his weight, before pounding down into him.

Y/n curses,'You're too deep you dickhead!', but at the same time he can't stop the moans from spilling out as he buries his face in the bed and grabs onto the sheets. Against his back Junkook is panting and the sweat is dripping down his face and chest. 'Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good, I think I'm addicted to this. Gods I could fuck you forever.' He buries his face in Y/n's back as he rolls his hips to get even deeper. His rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his high and he slams in with a few more fast rough thrusts before he pushes himself in as deep as he can. Lightning sparks behind Y/n's eyes as he comes again, panting into the bed, while he feels Junkook filling him up once more. They lay there panting for a while, until Junkook rolls onto his side, pulling Y/n with him and against his chest.

Y/n grumbles as Jungkook covers his abused skin with soft kisses, 'Don't you have any self-control? I told you you'd get only one round.' Jungkook smiles against him, 'I didn't think I'd be able to get you into my bed like this again any time soon. So I had to grab my chance while I had you.' Y/n tsks but doesn't disagree. Jungkook chuckles against his back. 'Exactly.' He buries his face back in Y/n's abused neck and inhales, then grins. 'You smell like me.' Y/n scowls, 'Are all you demons so fucking primal? You sound like an animal.' 'Yes, you could say that, and thank you, I'll take that as a compliment', Jungkook smirks before playfully licking a trail up the side of Y/n's neck making him shudder. 'For fucks sake', he hisses. 'So are you telling me that if I ever wanted to fuck another demon, I'd have to go through this same shit?'

He feels Jungkook freeze behind him, and before he can look back to see his reaction he is beimg slammed down on his back, Jungkook above him, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other is on his jaw. 'That was a very stupid thing to say', the demon growls at him, his teeth bared in a scowl. 'I was planning on going easy on you from now on, but you just changed my mind.' Y/n freezes when he feels Jungkook against his stomach, he's hard again. 'No, I was kidding, let go', he stares down at the demon's dick, dread heavy in his stomach. 'I can't go another round.' 'Should've thought about that before you put that image in my mind', Jungkook basically snarls. Y/n's eyes snap back up to his face and Jungkook's expression makes him pale. He fucked up.

Jungkook's eyes soften, if just slightly. 'I know I have no right to keep you from fucking other men.' His eyes darken again. 'But that doesn't mean I can't ruin you enough that no one else will ever be able to satisfy you again.' He grins but there is no joy behind the expression. When he leans in and lines himself up with Y/n, he whispers in his ear, 'I advice you to relax.' Then he snaps his hips forward and bottoms out. Y/n gasps but he gets no time to adjust as Jungkook pulls back and slams back in immediately, and again and again until he's set a punishing rhythm which has the entire bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Y/n can't do anything but try to keep breathing and push against the head of the bed, to keep himself from crashing into it. One of Jungkook's hands is still on his face and when he opens his eyes he is met with the demon's piercing stare. He's really going to ruin him, he realizes. He can't think straight, pain and pleasure from the deep pounding are blending together and overwhelming his senses. He knows what he probably looks like right now with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over, tears rolling down his face. He must look completely fucked out, but he can't seem to to care, or fix it even if he did. The sound of the bed ramming into the wall and their hips slamming against each other fills the room and Y/n is certain he's going to pass out. Jungkook is too big, too deep, too rough, he's really going to die. Just when his eyes roll back in his head he feels Jungkook bite down on his neck and with one more deep thrust he fills him up, which also pushes Y/n over the edge and they both come together.

Jungkook gently takes Y/n's face in his hands and places a kiss on his forehead. His breathing is heavy as his whispers, 'I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be ready to let you go any time soon.' Y/n is too worn out to respond and just stares at him with empty eyes. He's asleep within seconds. Jungkook lays down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. He looks at the sleeping human and with his free hand he cups his face. He rubs soft circles on his cheek as he sighs. 'This is going to hurt like a bitch.'

The next morning when Jungkook wakes up the space next to him is empty and cold. He turns on his back and puts his arm over his eyes in defeated acceptance. He had known that he would wake up alone from the start after all.

#smut #bts smut #bts fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x male reader #yaoi #yaoi smut #yaoi fanfiction

[bean-writes]

Ash and Eiji were two sides of the same heart. They were both strong on their own but together they were whole. Neither could live without the other anymore; neither wanted to.

Banana Fish I Won't Go Back Chapter 37: Into the Woods is out now on Ao3 and FFN.

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[sawiet]

i refuse to accept that this is the best years of my life. i am depressed and poor and i read gay fanfics because it's a free treat.

i need to be rich and happy (gay fanfics stays)

#in my 20s #poverty #depressing shit #fanfiction #fanfic #slash fanfiction #yaoi fanfiction #yaoi #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #personal #my stuff

[airjemsfandump]

my first smutfic ( U w U )

Li Shen released his hold on his wrists and both of Rafayel's arms slid down weakly on either side of his head. He brought a hand to Rafayel's cheek and caressed it gently. "Thou art so beautiful. I would shatter the ivory gates of heaven for thee."  

Rafayel sighed, leaning into the touch as he closed his eyes. "Do not say such praises with little care lest you diminish their meaning."  

"But, truly, mine tongue doth speak nought but the truth to thee,"  He leaned down slowly, touching his brows to Rafayel's, lips brushing against the other's mouth. "Dost thou seek me to prove it?"  

-Pray for Us Sinners

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[yaoiandbl]

So, some wriolette fanfic here💙❄(like mi Christmas present for you)

#wriolette #yaoi bl #yaoi #wattpad #books #fanfic #fandom #neuvillette #wriothesley #genshin impact #gay #wriolette fluff #fanfiction #bl fanfic #yaoi fanfiction

[aileana-the-writer]

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[moodyycapricornnsblog]

Baby boy ⚠️smut warning⚠️

Yugi smirks as he walks inside his shared apartment with his partner Atem. Yugi "Atem my dear I'm home!" He says in chirpy voice. Atem peeks his head out from the kitchen. "Hello dear heart." He says as he continues to cook. Yugi hums softly running his fingers down Atem's back "how was your day?" He asks. Atem looks at him. "Your awfully chipper today.." Atem says suspiciously.  Yugi "oh nothing baby boy." Yugi chuckles inwardly.  Atem raises an eyebrow. Yugi wraps arms around his waist. "I love you so much baby boy." Atem lets out a low growl. "Yugi dear heart don't you know I don't like that."  Atem peeks behind him seeing yugi smirking at him. "Why should I? I'm just expressing my love for you." Atem goes silent turning the burner to the food off. "Yugi.." he says in a love voice. "I love you but you know that irritates me.." "but b-" Yugi is stoped in his tracks when Atem pushes him against the wall. "Or maybe you want me to get upset with you cause you know how that usually ends dear one." Yugis heart begins to race. "Or maybe your calling me that cause you want me to call you that baby boy.." Yugi gulps as the bulge in his pants starts to become more noticeable. Atem moves his hands to to either side of yugis head. "What is it baby boy?" "Can't keep up your own game?"  Atem smirks at him.  "A-Atem I was jus-"  Atem kisses him roughly plunging his tongue in his mouth curling his tongue to the roof of his mouth causing yugi to moan into is mouth. Yugi shudders feeling Atem's hardening cock against his thigh. Atem reaches down grabbing yugi's thighs picking him up wrapping his legs around his waist. Yugi gasps as Atem places him against the couch pulling his pants down. Smiling laying his face on his stomach. Atem soon pulls his boxers along with his pants. Atem smirks at the sight of yugis hardened cock. Atem's trails kisses down his stomach to his thighs before taking yugi in his mouth. Yugi moans gripping Atem's hair.  "A-Atem!" Yugi groans as Atem begins to suck him off. Yugi moans shuddering gripping his hair harder. "A-ah Atem!" Atem pulls away from him smirking kissing his thigh. "Now now no coming just yet baby boy I'm not finished with you." He says pulls his own pants down. Sliding his fingers in his mouth sucking on them before pushing into yugis entrance. Yugi gasps pushing back into his fingers. Atem chuckles "now now I will give you what you want soon enough." Atem smirks before adding a second finger stretching and curling his fingers inside of him. Yugi moans as Atem hits that spot inside of him. Atem soon adds a third finger stretching more. Atem kisses him deeply as he thrust deep inside of yugi. Yugi moans gripping his shoulders. "Ah! Atem!" Yugi moans louder as atem picks up his pace. Atem reaches between them jerking yugi off with every thrust. Soon a tightness can be felt i their stomachs and they come together. Atem lays on top of yugi smiling. Yugi smiles "I love you baby boy." Atem grunts in response.

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[marabarl-and-marlbara]

some unfinished sketch + more BL fanfiction stuff, from naruto / ragnarok online / boogiepop / .hack, written over thanksgiving week

can be read @ https://demon5equal10birth5day3equal8.substack.com/p/week-end-bl-fanfiction-catalogue

#yaoi fanfiction #naruto #boogiepop #ragnarok online #.hack//legend of the twilight

[a-schwarzung]

Fides

Notas: 1. En esta historia hay referencias a Episodio G y a la serie clásica. 2. Los nombres de ambos hermanos los escribí como Aiolia y Aiolos por mera preferencia mía debido a su origen. 3. Fides: “Confianza". Fidelidad a la palabra dada. (Virtud romana).

Los pasos de Milo resonaban por las baldosas del quinto templo, el cual se encontraba en inusual silencio. Cuando entró en el recinto privado lo primero que vio fue la figura inerte del santo de Leo. Sus labios se torcieron en una mueca de desagrado. El otro lucía pálido y maltrecho, un aspecto sumamente diferente a su usual vitalidad. Su mirada se suavizó levemente al notar lo joven que lucía Aiolia.

Por un momento dudó entre retirarse y permanecer unos minutos más ahí, tal y como lo había hecho unos días antes. De repente le pareció que había pasado una eternidad desde su encuentro con Leo en la India. ¿Por qué sería que el otro parecía dispuesto a morir con tanta facilidad? Eso era algo que Milo realmente no podía explicarse, y tampoco era que deseara mucho ahondar en el asunto. Su relación con el santo de Leo había mejorado, y quizás estaban en camino de formar una amistad, pero no se sentía a gusto tratando de indagar en algo tan profundo como sus emociones y motivaciones.

De repente algo llamó su atención, y cuando elevó sus ojos se encontró con la mirada curiosa y un tanto irónica del quinto guardián. En respuesta, los labios del santo de Escorpio se torcieron en una media sonrisa cargada de sorna mientras se acercaba a un costado de Aiolia para despeinar la melena roja. Si tenía alguna duda, ésta quedaba descartada ante la inercia del otro, quien usualmente habría alzado su mano para apartarlo.

—Gatita, tenemos que dejar de encontrarnos así, ¿sabes? Tal vez si dejaras de creer que todo es tu responsabilidad podrías evitar casi perder la vida. ¿Qué opinas?

Aiolia le dedicó una media sonrisa, lo cual sorprendió a Milo, quien esperaba una mirada cargada de hostilidad. En realidad, todos habían estado preocupados, incluso el usualmente impávido de Virgo había mostrado una expresión de inquietud al ver el cuerpo de Leo tras su enfrentamiento con Cronos.

Lo más sorprendente había llegado después, cuando Shaka se había adelantado a los demás para cargar el cuerpo inconsciente hasta el templo de Leo, como si fuera su deber atender al otro después de la pelea.

La sonrisa de Milo se acentuó y sus ojos brillaron de tal modo que Aiolia supo de inmediato que estaba a punto de soltar alguno de sus comentarios impropios.

—Te vine a visitar hasta ahora porque no teníamos permitido… ¿cómo dijo Shaka? Ah sí, importunarte y dificultar tu recuperación con nuestras nimiedades. Creo que era algo así. —Le revolvió de nuevo la cabellera. —Ese día te tomó heroicamente entre sus brazos y te trajo hasta aquí. Creo que de saber como cuidarte, lo habría hecho en persona, pero eso no le impidió visitarte diario y pedirnos atentamente que te dejáramos en paz.

Aiolia lo miró con el ceño fruncido antes de hacer una mueca de molestia. Después elevó la mano derecha y con el puño dio un golpe firme en el brazo del otro. En alguna parte de su mente podía recordar vagamente la figura de Virgo hablando suavemente mientras todo se oscurecía de nuevo, pero era imposible recordar con detalle todo lo ocurrido.

—Eres un idiota…

Milo rio de buena gana mientras masajeaba su brazo. Sus cejas se enarcaron y con tono socarrón continuó su ataque.

—Oh vamos, fue una escena sumamente romántica. Creo que los demás en la orden hablarán del gran romance entre Aiolia de Leo y Shaka de Virgo…

La voz de Milo se interrumpió cuando tuvo que esquivar la almohada que el otro le arrojó cuando ya no pudo contener la humillación. Sus mejillas pálidas lucían un atisbo de arrebol mientras su quijada se mantenía apretada y sus ojos entornados. Cuando por fin pudo controlar sus carcajadas, Milo se apartó y se encogió de hombros.

—Ustedes dos son tan fáciles de molestar. Pero está bien, no diré nada más. —Su expresión se tornó seria y su rostro se ladeó lentamente mientras analizaba la apariencia de Leo. —¿Te ha visitado últimamente Shaka?

Aiolia lo miró con cierta extrañeza antes de negar con un movimiento de su cabeza. Lo cierto es que en un inicio había estado desesperado por volver a entrenar, pero Shaka había insistido en lo necesario de darse el tiempo suficiente para recuperar toda su fuerza. Quizás por un poco de aprecio y otro tanto de gratitud, Leo había terminado por aceptar las palabras de Shaka. Desde esa última vez, ya habían pasado dos días.

—No, realmente no. ¿Sabes algo?

Milo lo miró con calma, algo que de inmediato puso en alerta a Aiolia.

—Oh. Por supuesto que no. Pero no lo he visto recientemente, sólo preguntaba por curiosidad. En fin, ya te he molestado lo suficiente como para que no me extrañes. Recupérate pronto para que pueda barrer el piso contigo en los entrenamientos.

—Sigue soñando Milo. En cuanto regrese a entrenar voy a darte tu merecido.

El santo de Escorpio simplemente sonrió antes de girarse y elevar su mano como despedida. Aiolia frunció el ceño mientras trataba de comprender lo que estaba sucediendo. Shaka y Milo le ocultaban algo, y Aiolia lo descubriría tarde o temprano.

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Cuando recibió la invitación pensó que se trataba de una broma, y estuvo a punto de rechazarla, pero Camus le había aconsejado aceptar. Después de meditarlo un momento supuso que realmente no tenía motivo para desistir y terminó por caminar lentamente a través de Libra.

Al llegar frente al templo de Virgo se detuvo para encender su cosmos. Para su sorpresa percibió la respuesta del sexto guardián desde un punto distinto al interior del templo. La puerta a un costado se abrió y dio paso a una imagen que nunca había presenciado. El jardín de Virgo parecía una de esas ilusiones tan famosas de Shaka, lleno de hermosos pétalos y flores esparcidas por todo el espacio. En el centro se encontraban dos árboles de aspecto imponente, los Sales Gemelos; y justo en medio de ellos, Shaka con ropa sencilla y un mantel blanco frente a él.

Milo caminó con lentitud, admirando en silencio el lugar mientras avanzaba en dirección del sexto guardián. Cuando lo tuvo de frente notó que sobre el mantel había un exquisito juego de té perfectamente acomodado. El griego sonrió de lado y miró entretenido a Shaka antes de sentarse frente a él con las piernas cruzadas.

—¿Sabes? Ya tengo una relación, y realmente no eres mi tipo. Pero te mereces un elogio por escoger un sitio con una vista tan magnífica. Me siento sumamente halagado.

Shaka permaneció inmóvil unos segundos más, y cuando habló lo hizo con perfecta calma, ignorando el sarcasmo de su invitado.

—Bienvenido, Milo de Escorpio. Alguna vez te dije que teníamos una conversación pendiente, pero fuimos interrumpidos, así que espero no te incomode que hablemos aquí en esta ocasión.

El griego chasqueó la boca con cierta molestia, el recuerdo no era del todo grato, así que se limitó a asentir. Shaka aprovechó entonces para servir la fragante bebida y extender una de las tazas en dirección del santo de Escorpio, quien aceptó de buena gana. Después de unos momentos de silencio contemplativo Milo dejó la taza de lado para inclinarse y decir lo que tanto le inquietaba.

—¿Ya le has dicho a Aiolia lo que hiciste? Leo no es un tonto, tarde o temprano lo notará y entonces se molestará y se ofenderá por alguna tontería; entonces, todas tus buenas intenciones no valdrán nada.

El santo de Virgo frunció el ceño unos segundos antes de beber un poco más de té, como si el otro no estuviera esperando ansioso una respuesta.

—La situación me llevó a tomar esa decisión. Además, fue algo que hice por iniciativa propia y con la única intención de agradecerle lo que hizo por mí.

—No me vengas con eso. ¿Qué no esa deuda quedó saldada cuando salvaste su vida de los titanes? ¿Por qué no aceptas que hay algo más? Creí que estábamos haciendo avances con eso de tu humanidad…

Shaka dejó la taza y elevó su mentón con ese aire arrogante que desquiciaba a Milo, pero éste último hizo un esfuerzo por contenerse y continuar la conversación en un tono civilizado. Casi se reía de sí mismo.

—En realidad ese asunto no es de tu incumbencia. Pero si tienes que saberlo: no basta con haberlo salvado entonces. Aiolia estuvo a punto de perder la vida de nuevo… y ese sacrificio merece mi reconocimiento.

Milo lo miró con suspicacia y ladeó el rostro mientras sonreía con cierto aire frío similar al que usaba con sus contrincantes en batalla.

—Entonces, ¿habrías hecho eso por cualquiera de nosotros?

Shaka parecía imperturbable, pero la forma en que las líneas de su rostro se tensaban resultaba más que suficiente evidencia para Escorpio.

—Leo sangró por mí, cayó una y otra vez, sólo para levantarse de nuevo… no veo cual es el problema con ofrecer mi sangre por él.

El griego rio entretenido mientras meneaba la cabeza.

—¿Por qué es tan difícil admitir que sientes aprecio por él? No voy a suponer que es afecto, o que haya una verdadera amistad entre ustedes, pero al menos hay respeto y aprecio, ¿o me equivoco?

Shaka frunció el ceño de nuevo, porque había algo en esas palabras que le ofendía. Quizás era una presunción, pero se sentía inclinado a estar en desacuerdo. Aún estaba en su infancia, sin embargo, el santo de Virgo ya consideraba que había una amistad entre ambos. Aiolia era su amigo, quizás el único que tenía. Su silencio bastó para que Milo se diera la razón con una sonrisa satisfecha.

—No cualquiera haría lo que tú. Todos sabemos que Mu no es fácil de contactar, y convencerlo de ayudarte no debió ser sencillo. Y no lo critico, por el contrario, me parece loable. Sólo digo que ambos deberían ser más honestos, de otra forma, su relación siempre tendrá problemas en el futuro. Lo sabes, ¿verdad?

El aludido simplemente continuó bebiendo té mientras recordaba lo difícil que había sido hacer entrar en razón al santo de Aries. Mu lo había mirado con aire divertido y sólo cuando obtuvo las respuestas que quiso aceptó reparar la armadura casi destrozada de Leo.

—Quizás hay cosas que desconozco, pero sé bien lo que hay en el corazón de los hombres. Leo es sumamente noble, pero testarudo e impulsivo. Cuando llegue el momento se lo diré, pero ahora no es lo indicado. Por favor, no le digas nada.

Milo entornó los ojos y se encogió de hombros, molesto ante la forma tan compleja de obrar por parte de Shaka. Aunque no objetó, porque si bien sentía cierta simpatía por Aiolia, sabía bien que apenas eran algo así como camaradas. Quizás algún día pudieran ser amigos, todos, incluyendo a Virgo.

—Muy bien, solo no tardes mucho, la gatita tiene muy mal carácter en realidad.

Después de eso ambos continuaron bebiendo té en silencio, admirando los pétalos que continuaban cayendo lánguidos sobre el pasto del jardín.

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El cielo aún estaba por oscurecerse, pero los tonos rojizos y ocres ya comenzaban a teñirlo. Shaka avanzó lentamente a través del escarpado terreno, como un hombre camino al patíbulo. Su expresión era serena, pero el agarre firme de su mano alrededor del rosario traicionaba su aparente impasibilidad.

Cuando vio la figura de pie inclinada sobre una de las lápidas se detuvo. De sus labios escapó un suspiro y al notar como la sangre fluía de una herida en la muñeca del otro, no pudo evitar fruncir el ceño. En el sentido más estricto, Virgo entendía las ofrendas, así como la importancia de la tradición antigua; sin embargo, le parecía un gesto demasiado grandioso para la humilde tumba.

Las sombras cubrían parcialmente el rostro de Aiolia, así que realmente no podía distinguir bien su expresión; pero el monstruoso cosmos de Leo chocaba con él como las poderosas olas del mar contra las rocas de la playa durante una tormenta.

Leo se enderezó al notar que ya no estaba solo y cubrió la herida con un pañuelo. Su rostro usualmente expresivo parecía una perfecta máscara de indiferencia. Shaka quiso hablar, pero las palabras se atoraron en su garganta en cuanto vio los ojos verdes del griego fijos en él, oscurecidos por una emoción que no se atrevía a nombrar.

Por un momento le pareció que estaba de nuevo en la India, viendo la mirada cargada de ira y reproche de un joven Aiolia que aún no lograba perdonarlo por la muerte de su hermano mayor, ese chico que lo consideraba un frío asesino. Shaka respiró profundo y se repitió en la mente que todo había sido por un bien mayor.

Entonces el santo de Leo se acercó a él lentamente, dejando que el sonido metálico de la armadura contra el suelo repiqueteara en el silencio del cementerio hasta que sólo unos pasos los separaron. Cuando estuvieron de frente Aiolia elevó su mentón y lo miró fijamente, juzgándolo y encontrándolo culpable. Después de unos segundos le sonrió con ironía y evidente menosprecio.

—Shaka de Virgo. ¿No piensas decir nada para defenderte? ¿O es que acaso no te importa ninguna vida humana?

El aludido se limitó a negar con un movimiento de su cabeza.

—Aiolia, no se trata de eso. Las vidas humanas son preciosas, pero ¿qué no hay cosas mucho más valiosas?

—¿Cómo qué? ¿Qué me vas a decir que no haya escuchado antes? ¿Qué más mentiras? Hablas de superioridad moral cuando todo este tiempo has defendido a un asesino, a alguien que incluso intentó matar a nuestra Diosa. ¿¡Qué clase de hipócrita eres?!

—Entiendo que estés molesto, y no voy a negar mi responsabilidad. Pero si tan solo…

—¡¡No, no y no!! ¡¿Qué clase de explicación crees que puedes dar que justifique la muerte de ese hombre?! ¡¿Qué hay de todos los años de mentiras?!

La voz de Aiolia sonaba enronquecida debido a la ira y sus ojos verdes con tonalidades azules centelleaban con recriminación y furia apenas contenida. Su cosmos ardía intensamente y por un momento Shaka temió que estuviera por atacarlo.

—Te creí mi amigo, te tuve la confianza que a nadie más y me traicionaste. Esto no lo voy a olvidar, Shaka de Virgo. ¿Entendido? Porque no sólo me ocultaste la verdad, fuiste cómplice de la muerte de Aiolos.

Su mano se alzó y entonces señaló la lápida cubierta parcialmente por su sangre.

—¿Sabes qué es lo peor de todo? Quizás fui yo quien mató a ese hombre, pero no te engañes, porque su muerte también es tu responsabilidad. Y no dudo que haya mucha más sangre inocente en tus manos.

Shaka realmente no deseaba buscar excusas, pero quería explicarle las cosas, aunque supo que en ese momento sería imposible. Sus músculos estaban tensos y su rostro permanecía impávido, pese al leve tremor en sus manos.

—Entiendo. ¿Me darás alguna oportunidad de explicar mis motivos?

—Ahora no. No quiero verte, oírte, ni pensar en ti. Vete Virgo. —Pocas veces el joven griego se había sentido tan decepcionado y molesto, no sólo con el otro sino consigo mismo. ¿Cómo podía haber estado tan ciego durante todos esos años?

El joven hindú asintió y dio media vuelta para caminar en dirección de los doce templos. Sólo los años de entrenamiento y meditación evitaron que la tristeza y la frustración se dibujaran en su semblante y que su cosmos se agitara errático camino a Virgo.

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La intensa lluvia le tomó por sorpresa, y en ese momento supo que algo estaba mal. Cuando el Maestro los llamó sus temores se vieron confirmados. Poseidón había secuestrado a Atenea y ellos no podían hacer nada. La orden era clara, debían permanecer en el santuario protegiendo los doce templos; la Guerra Santa estaba cerca y no tenían permitido abandonar sus puestos.

Después de presenciar la discusión entre Mu, Aiolia y Milo, Shaka decidió que lo mejor era asegurarse de que Leo no cometiera algún acto de insurrección ante su necedad de ayudar a Seiya y los demás. Pero algo lo detuvo, un cosmos vagamente familiar, segundos más tarde la armadura de Sagitario se alejó velozmente del santuario en dirección del Templo de Poseidón.

Al girar su rostro vio la primera sonrisa en labios de Leo después de su conversación en el cementerio. Su ceño se frunció levemente y algo parecido a la desazón se apoderó de él. En cuanto vio la armadura de Acuario seguir el mismo camino, supo que no podían hacer nada más. Sin voltear a ver a los demás, dirigió una mirada cargada de significado en dirección de Mu antes de retirarse.

Aiolia había visto de soslayo a Shaka; sin embargo, se había negado rotundamente a dirigirle la palabra. Simplemente le resultaba imposible mantener la compostura cada vez que pensaba en aquella traición. A veces tenía ganas de rodear su cuello con ambas manos y presionar hasta que dejara de respirar y otras tantas sólo quería olvidarlo todo y fingir que las mentiras de Virgo no le importaban en lo más mínimo.

Cuando Shaka supo que Atenea estaba a salvo decidió intentar acercarse al Templo de Leo. Sus pasos no hacían sonido alguno, pues había decidido dejar la armadura de Virgo en su templo. En ese momento no era un santo dorado, sino el joven inseguro y atormentado que alguna vez había llorado a orillas del Ganges.

Al avanzar por el quinto templo notó la ausencia aparente de su dueño, por lo que estuvo a punto de retirarse cuando percibió el cosmos de Aiolia. Sus pasos lo llevaron hasta las escaleras que conducían a Cáncer y ahí lo vio sentado. Su aspecto resultaba desconsolador, con la mirada perdida en un punto lejano y su semblante inmóvil, casi marcial.

Desde su pelea Shaka se había visto plagado de numerosos recuerdos. En ese momento, con el cabello dorado de Aiolia reflejando los rayos del sol, recordó la primera vez que había visto el color natural de la cabellera de Leo antes de un entrenamiento. El griego lo había encarado con una expresión seria que buscaba ocultar la ansiedad de ese gran paso, su aceptación de Aiolos y del cariño que todavía sentía por su maestro.

Por su parte, el santo de Leo meditaba acerca de lo que acababa de suceder. De cierta forma envidiaba la inocencia de Seiya y sus amigos. La confianza y la fidelidad que mostraban le eran ajenas, y quizás lo que más lo atormentaba era pensar que alguna vez había creído comprender esas emociones.

Cuando se percató de la presencia de Shaka en su templo, decidió no hacer nada. Probablemente necesitaba zanjar el asunto. Cuando el santo de Virgo decidió tomar asiento a su lado, Aiolia se quedó inmóvil, esperando pacientemente a que hablara.

Shaka sintió algo parecido al alivio ante la falta de violencia, aunque sabía que era muy pronto aún, porque aún debajo de la aparente calma, podía percibir la agitación en el cosmos del otro.

Durante unos segundos quedaron en silencio, hasta que finalmente Virgo se giró para ver el perfil ajeno bañado en la luz del ocaso. Una oleada de sentimientos complejos y contradictorios lo invadió, pero decidió ignorarlos por su propio bien.

—Quizás sea difícil creerlo, pero todo lo que hice, fue con la certeza de que era lo correcto.

Aiolia lo miró entonces con el ceño fruncido y una mueca de desdén en sus labios.

—¿Eso te dices para evitar sentir culpa?

Shaka se quedó quieto, con el rostro cuidadosamente inexpresivo, muestra suficiente de lo afectado que estaba por esas palabras. Sin embargo, el joven griego no sintió satisfacción ni placer alguno, únicamente frustración.

—Sólo te pido que me escuches y si después de esto decides terminar con nuestra amistad, ya no insistiré más. —El silencio que recibió bastó para que continuara—. En un principio desconocía la verdadera situación. Meses después de lo que le sucedió a Aiolos, sentí un cosmos poderoso y apabullante en el templo del sumo sacerdote, un cosmos extrañamente familiar.

Shaka abrió los ojos y miró fijamente a Aiolia, como si con ello pudiera hacer que sus palabras fueran escuchadas con mayor atención.

—Entonces me di cuenta de lo que pasaba. Realmente nunca enfrenté a Saga, teníamos un acuerdo tácito.

—Hiciste un acuerdo con un asesino… —Espetó con ira Aiolia, cuya sangre hervía tan sólo escuchando esas palabras. Shaka lo miró implorante antes de continuar.

—¿Qué más podía hacer? Shion estaba muerto, Aiolos era el único otro candidato a sucesor y Saga lo había asesinado; además todos nosotros éramos demasiado jóvenes. Ni siquiera sabía si Atenea estaba viva. Así que pensé que quizás Saga era la única alternativa viable para evitar que la orden se viniera abajo.

—¿Y no se te ocurrió decirme después lo que pasaba? No habrías estado solo, varios de nosotros sospechábamos del sumo sacerdote. Además, sabías bien lo que pensaba de la muerte de Aiolos y aun así me mentiste por años. ¿Alguna vez pensaste en contarme la verdad?

Shaka frunció el ceño y desvió su mirada mientras meditaba al respecto. Cuando elevó su rostro miró con determinación evidente al griego.

—No. En un inicio no confiaba en ti. Cuando te vi en la India pensé que Saga estaba dispuesto a deshacerse de mí, y que quizás estabas de su parte. Pero cuando defendiste mi vida con la tuya, supe que no eras como él. Después decidí callar porque sabía lo que harías si te contaba de mis sospechas.

El santo de Virgo elevó una mano para impedir que el otro lo interrumpiera. Aiolia estaba a punto de negarlo, ni siquiera él mismo estaba seguro de lo que habría hecho.

—Eres necio e impetuoso, así que seguro hubieras ido a enfrentar solo a Saga. ¿Y qué habría pasado entonces? Eres un guerrero poderoso, pero él era un hombre implacable y con un poder brutal. Ya había matado a tu hermano…

Sus ojos se cerraron por un instante, pero segundos más tarde se clavaron en Leo.

—Además, olvidas que Saga no estaba solo, había varios miembros de la orden que lo apoyaban. Entonces habríamos tenido un enfrentamiento interno, con muchas muertes y sangre derramada. ¿No detestas esa idea?

Aiolia lo miró con ojos entornados y una expresión irónica. Cuando sus labios se separaron de ellos brotó una risa metálica y vacía.

—¿No fue eso lo qué pasó al final? ¿Acaso olvidas el hombre al que maté, o la muerte de Shura y Camus? ¿Y todos los que murieron antes?

Shaka palideció, su quijada se tensó y sus ojos adquirieron un brillo peculiar, como si el peso de todas esas vidas le aquejaran de repente.

—No los olvido. No hay necesidad de ser cruel…

—¿Crueldad? Shaka, no hay persona que comprenda la crueldad mejor que tú. ¿Cierto?

El santo de Virgo elevó el mentón al mismo tiempo que ambas manos se crispaban en puños.

—Contrario a lo que todos piensan, no soy perfecto. ¿O quizás lo olvidaste? Sigo siendo un mortal y cometí errores por los que estoy pagando. ¿Qué más quieres escuchar? Creía que estaba haciendo lo correcto, pero no fue así.

—¡Por un momento piensa en lo que dices! No es fácil saber que una persona en la que confiaba y a la que apreciaba me haya tratado así. ¿Crees que eres el único en sufrir? Siempre tratas de racionalizar las cosas y esa no es la solución a todo.

Aiolia nunca lo había considerado perfecto. Después de muchos años de conocer a Shaka sabía muy bien que el otro podía ser cruel, frío y déspota; pero siempre lo había creído honesto e inteligente. En ese instante ni siquiera estaba seguro de conocer al verdadero Shaka de Virgo, quien frunció el ceño de nuevo antes de exclamar con desesperación:

—¡Es la única forma en que sé hacer las cosas! ¡¿Crees que es sencillo?! Sé que cometí errores y que te lastimé, pero no podía pensar en otra forma de evitar que murieras. Me dirás que no es una decisión mía y quizás tengas razón… pero no puedo evitarlo. ¡No puedo ser racional cuando se trata de la persona más importante para mí!

Aiolia lo vio sorprendido. Shaka nunca se había mostrado tan lleno de emoción, y aquello lo dejó atónito. Por su parte, el joven hindú se percató de la imagen borrosa frente a él. El griego lo observaba con ojos entornados y mirada suspicaz. Sin embargo, la expresión confundida y perdida del santo de Virgo lo llevó a acercarse a él.

Los dedos encallecidos del griego se deslizaron por las mejillas húmedas de Shaka, en un intento inconsciente e infructuoso por hacer cesar las lágrimas. Cuando el santo de Virgo intentó girar el rostro para evadir la mirada inquisidora, sintió la presión dolorosa alrededor de su mentón, forzándolo a verlo a los ojos. La mirada entre azul y verde le resultó un mosaico insondable de emociones que parecían hundirlo en la incertidumbre.

Repentinamente sus labios fueron asaltados en un contacto completamente nuevo y desconocido. Le tomó escasos segundos percatarse de que estaba siendo consumido en una serie de besos dominantes, hambrientos y violentos. Se le dificultó respirar y cuando intentó apartarse, Aiolia lo tomó por la nuca para controlar su posición.

En un inicio mantuvo los ojos abiertos, tratando de plasmar en su memoria la imagen del griego besándolo, pero al sentir los dientes sobre sus labios y después en su cuello, no resistió y cerró los ojos momentáneamente. Los sonidos apagados que escapaban de sus labios lo tomaron por sorpresa, porque nunca se había permitido imaginar un contacto tan íntimo entre ellos.

Para Aiolia el asalto resultaba una consecuencia natural de todos los sentimientos que había reprimido durante tanto tiempo. Shaka representaba muchas cosas importantes en su vida porque había sido el primero en quien había confiado tras la muerte de su hermano, la única persona por la cual había estado a punto de extinguir su cosmos, sus primeras risas y las conversaciones más profundas y sinceras que había tenido con cualquiera. Ni siquiera Milo lo conocía tan bien. Por eso la traición había sido tan dolorosa, hasta el punto de ser casi enloquecedora.

Y entonces Shaka hacía lo inesperado. Le mostraba una vulnerabilidad que nunca hubiera imaginado, sus lágrimas le recordaban todo el dolor que había descubierto detrás de la aparente indiferencia que mostraba a los demás, las dudas detrás de la arrogancia y la soledad que ocultaba con largas horas de meditación. Todo eso que a nadie más mostraba y que nadie más merecía conocer. Porque pese a los engaños y las mentiras, ahora sabía que siempre había estado presente en la mente de Shaka. Y si bien eso no bastaba para perdonarlo, era más que suficiente para marcarlo como suyo.

Mientras continuaba devorando los labios de Virgo, avanzaron por el templo hasta los aposentos privados. Aiolia lo empujó con descuido sobre la cama y Shaka apenas pudo mirarlo con sorpresa antes de verse sometido bajo las caricias firmes y desesperadas del griego. Los besos recorrían su barbilla, su cuello y pronto el resto de la piel que iba quedando al descubierto. Por un momento quiso resistirse, pero la mirada oscura y hambrienta de Leo hicieron que las palabras se atoraran en su garganta y que la sangre se agolpara en sus mejillas.

En ese momento tomó una decisión y elevó los brazos para rodear con ellos el cuello ajeno. Algo en su interior insistía que esto era un error, pero la parte de él que estaba dispuesta a sacrificar el mundo entero por Aiolia decidió que no importaba. Quizás esto sería un recuerdo efímero después, pero en ese momento, Shaka podía engañarse pensando que las atenciones recibidas eran producto de una emoción semejante a la que aceleraba el latir de su propio corazón.

Por su parte, el joven griego deseaba consumir a Shaka, beberlo y saborearlo hasta que no quedara nada. Encerrarlo en sus aposentos hasta que la Guerra Santa pasara. Pero sabía que era imposible, por lo que se concentró en recorrer la pálida piel del otro con sus labios, succionando y mordiendo hasta dejar marcas rojizas por todo su cuerpo. Con sumo cuidado tomó su sexo entre las manos, le mostró el placer y el deseo, así como la desesperación por llegar a la cúspide hasta que lo tuvo entre sus brazos sollozando.

Entonces besó sus mejillas, bebió sus lágrimas y comenzó a besarlo de nuevo. Sus manos lo tomaron por la cadera y con lentitud se abrió paso con los dedos para estimular el sitio que tanto deseaba poseer. Al separar las piernas de Shaka se dedicó a admirar el cuerpo cubierto de sus marcas y al ver los ojos entornados y llenos de reproche, terminó por reír con voz ronca al mismo tiempo que penetraba lentamente el cuerpo debajo del suyo.

Durante varios segundos quedaron inmóviles, respirando profundamente mientras sus cuerpos se acostumbraban. Cuando Shaka se removió, Aiolia no dudó en comenzar un ritmo lento y profundo al mismo tiempo que murmuraba palabras llenas de elogios y de posesividad.

El aludido lo miró con ojos nebulosos y mejillas arreboladas, incapaz de comprender del todo debido a la fricción deliciosa y casi dolorosa de sus cuerpos acoplándose, así como el sonido húmedo cada vez que sentía a Aiolia hundirse en su interior hasta hacerlo gemir y balbucear su aceptación.

Al sentirlo derramarse no pudo contener el sonido ahogado de placer que escapó de su garganta. Su propio sexo eyaculó cantidades copiosas de semen mientras sus músculos se contraían debido al orgasmo. Se aferró entonces a su amante para tratar de controlar los movimientos involuntarios de su cuerpo. Cerró los ojos unos segundos y escuchó entonces la voz enronquecida del otro hablándole al oído. Las palabras le faltaron, pero decidió simplemente actuar y besar sus labios una vez más, esperando inconscientemente que fuera la última.

Aunque contrario a sus expectativas, después de unos minutos Leo lo envolvió en sus brazos con el pecho pegado a su espalda. Su mano no tardó en tomarlo de la entrepierna antes de hundirse de nuevo en su interior para iniciar un ritmo tortuosamente lento hasta llevarlo a un nuevo orgasmo, situación que se repitió hasta que perdió el conocimiento.

Cuando Shaka despertó se dio cuenta que Aiolia estaba estudiándolo detenidamente. Su rostro se mostraba sereno, si bien su mirada parecía un lago frío y peligroso. El griego se aproximó y tras besar su frente, depositó un beso suave en sus labios. Después lo abrazó y murmuró en su oído:

—Nunca más. No vas a mentirme de nuevo. Eres mío Shaka y si alguna vez me vuelves a traicionar, yo mismo voy a destruirte.

El santo de Virgo lo miró detenidamente y esbozó una media sonrisa, porque comprendió fácilmente que Aiolia no lo estaba perdonando, todavía no. Sin embargo, estaba aceptando un cambio contundente en su relación, y de momento eso bastaba. Incluso si morían en la Guerra Santa que los esperaba, no habría más arrepentimientos entre ellos.

#saint seiya yaoi #yaoi fanfiction #spanish fanfic #rating: NC17 #dubious consent #aiolia/shaka #leo aiolia #virgo shaka #scorpio milo #aries mu

[cassicaendra]

💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫 #5

Official name: Unexpected

Only here on En here. From author personally.

P.s. sometimes dumb! Oops. (Daichi/dai/day - one person)

- Haha, he's like that because he likes me. But do not think that his feelings were accepted. Mikoto-san.. I was going to leave the Anbu.

Mikoto herself was staring at him. As if she was saying, "Believe..believe..believe.."

- Could you at least roughly describe it externally?

- Of course, she looks like her mother too..She probably dyed her hair, so you can't find it by the red hair from Uzumaki. Knowing her, I think black.

Sasuke looked at him with complete disbelief. The situation began to heat up from the cold..

Daichi didn't like it.

- So, we are honest with you. Otherwise, Menma and I would have stayed at home, because...

- I was also asked to tell about my brother.

And so, the doorbell rings, obliging Day to end the conversation anyway.

- Sakura-chan! Unfortunately, we have already started, but I think Menma can repeat it for you. Come on in, can I pour some tea?

- Yes, it would be nice..

Apparently, Sakura was embarrassed enough by how much attention was paid to her person.

But the young man, on the contrary, finally felt at home.. Not for long, but it was worth it.

- In short, let's talk about my brother first, I'll repeat it later. Besides my sister, I have a brother, but I think he won't resist. Anyway, the guy is friendly, I think if we meet, he will want to get to know you all. But don't forget that he is a Jonin, and his specialty is everything related to fire. Effectively by the way, half of the participants in the exam dropped out.

Orochimaru chuckled contentedly. Indeed, what to expect from such participants.

- And the possession of my techniques?

- I don't think so. Both of them.. Pretty principled and own mostly clan techniques. But.. Hmm, if necessary for sure. And.. I don't know, honestly, that's it.. But we have a lot of friends. I think we would be happy to tell you about them too!

- Does that make sense?..

Sasuke's eyebrows moved to the bridge of his nose again, showing obvious displeasure.

- There is.

- Great! In short, do they still remember the Ootsutsuki clan? Hinata is really married to Toneri. What an irony, a wonderful couple, I would like to see my parents one day.. And their son became a ninja too! For some reason, he decided to stay on earth..

- One such person would not hurt us.. Can you tell me anything about the seals yourself? Or maybe he saw something useful? Maybe a sister, a brother?

-No! - Menma snapped, heading towards the children. - I have a great offer for you - who can beat me one-on-one, I give you tickets to the computer club! A couple of pieces, of course.. Let's go to the backyard!

The children looked at their parents searchingly..

- Go, it's time to practice. Don't break your arms and legs! Daichi said. - "He's already tired, and the topic.. I don't think it's easy for him.."

- Does it mean I can break heads?

- Menma, no!

Day looked at him as if he took it absolutely seriously.

- Menma yes! Calm down already, nanny. They will return healthy. I can't guarantee the rest.

Sasuke swore at that moment that he had let the child go to the battlefield in vain, but Mikoto stopped him.

- I don't think you were raised at all. - Uchiha said, to which Boruto mentally agreed..

- Judging by your tactlessness, too. To some extent, yes, the locals called him a savage. Well, who's to blame that we were all raised by former soldiers. Ah well, who are the first?

- Your idea - so go ahead! Uzumaki plucked up the courage to come forward.

- Oh, well, if you're not afraid, usaratonkachi.. Let's go!

Before anyone could object to him, Menma had already dragged Boruto along with him, smiling broadly.

"Sarada knows the Uchiha techniques, Uzumaki techniques will not be difficult to copy.. And this will be more interesting. He wouldn't mind winning and purely on principle.."

They have already stood opposite each other.

"If I put this arrogant one down, it will be less to show my nose. Only to call names and can.."

The son of Hokage was also ready to tear and throw.

- ..In general, this is what Menma gave us. Maybe about something separately? In my line, datteban'o. Of course, I don't think that my life is somehow remarkable.

- You should tell about those whom you met in battle. I think this will somehow bring us closer to where and how to look for the seal in addition to forests, Day. - We really agreed with Sakura.

Haruno (now already Uchiha) it was pleasing.

But the young man's face on the contrary breathed sadness from the fact that there was nothing left to change.

- It was mostly peacetime, Datteban'ya. However.. At first, they did not pay attention, there were minor thefts.. And then there was Incense. He gathered all the discontented around him, his father thought of a conspiracy, but he could not catch it. Everyone perfectly understood that there was a monastery in the same forest, where all the offended and offended could come.

- Has the civil war started? - Sasuke was the first to realize.

- Yes. I was among the volunteers..

- So they just let you go to war?! What did they want with that, you're not even twenty! Sakura jumped up excitedly. They immediately tried to pull her back, but Daichi wouldn't let her.

- I think you slightly do not understand all the circumstances.. I am twenty-one, I am the only son of the great Naruto Uzumaki and the excellent kunoichi-healer Sakura Haruno.. And he was no different from anything else until then.

The girl sat down.

Yes, he understands.

Understands what the pressure is when you need to earn your name.

- Who knew that it was the military leader Ootsutsuki.. We started not just a civil war, but the Fifth Shinobi World War. I'm sorry... Daichi clenched his fist, turning away. - I can't discuss it. Just be aware that the Uchiha-Uzumaki were there too. I think we were transported here in the same way as they were then. And I have one terrible assumption..

- Spit it out. We should know any for completeness. - Orochimaru nodded at this. The others echoed him..

- That according to Mikoto, they, as elders, also caught this war. But it's useless to ask, I really think the war is the last seal. I don't know how true the assumption is, along with the forest.. I'm sorry, perhaps that's all, datteban'o.

Daichi shook his head, as if trying to banish unnecessary memories. Habitually looked in the direction of the children ..

..At the same time in the backyard.

"Snake"-"sheep"-"monkey"-"pig"-"horse"-"tiger"

Fireball technique.

It is good, however, that they live near the forest. The makeshift playground was already quite battered..

It seemed that Uchiha-Uzumaki attacked by pushing off from the wall of the house with a direct blow, which seemed very much in his style.

A light whistle, a kunai in a couple of millimeters of distance flies right over Menma's head..

- Rassengan!

Menma wins by attacking Boruto's own technique with his shadow clone.

And climbs down from the tree with a satisfied face.

- You should be more careful. Well, of course, you won't get tickets, apparently today is my day, usaratonkachi!

- Do not fall from the joy of victory, topic. - Boruto snorts in the abrasions. His face hurts terribly.. But, of course, he is not going to talk about it.

And Menma fell face first from the tree.

#naruto fanfiction #naruto #boruto fanfiction #saske uchiha #sarada #sasunaru #sasusaku #sakura #team 7 naruto #narusasu #yaoi fanfiction #yaoi

[fantasy---feels]

Demon's obsession (11)

pairing: taehyung x grumpy male reader

genre: pure smut tbh, yaoi, bl, fantasy

wordcount: 3,5k~

summary: Taehyung knows that as a royal he's supposed to be noble, gracious, etc etc, but he sure isn't feeling it while watching Y/n dance with basically fcking anyone but him.

warnings: choking, possessiveness, biting, scratching, unprotected sex.

date: 13-01-2024

info: Initially wrote this about two of my Oc's but later felt like also adapting it to some of my favorite fandoms sooo, oops~ Also, since I couldn't choose there are multiple different versions of the same story, just with different main characters ^^

During tonight's ball the third prince's guests are the focus of everyone's attention. Both the men and women don't get a moments respite between all the demons asking them to dance. It doesn't help that the wine served in the palace has all the demons drunk as fuck. Taehyung is grumbling from the sidelines, rejecting all advances, even though, as the prince he knows he is supposed to keep up appearances. Y/n on the other hand keeps accepting every single dance request and Taehyung hasn't had a single moment alone with him. The only reason why Y/n hasn't also danced with loads of men is because every time one wants to approach him, Taehyung manages to 'gently dissuade' them.

Finally after yet another dance Y/n walks back over to the group and crankily notifies them that he's fleeing before his feet fall off. Taehyung watches him go before also saying his goodbyes and following him upstairs, with the others exchanging knowing looks.

Taehyung catches up with Y/n in his wing of the palace, in the hallway that leads to the guest rooms. 'You avoided me.' Y/n keeps walking without looking back. 'I didn't. I was occupied.' Taehyung follows after him. 'You could've rejected them'. Y/n looks back at Taehyung over his shoulder. 'Why would I', he asks flatly, his face uninterested. Taehyung bares his teeth in annoyance. 'You know why.' Finally Y/n turns around to face him, his expression bored. 'No, please do explain. Why should I have rejected them? So I could dance with you instead? Is that why?'

Suddenly Taehyung's arm shoots up and he slams Y/n against the wall, his hand around his throat. 'You fucker', Y/n hisses as the air is rushed out of him. Taehyung gently cups his face as he leans closer to his ear. 'That's exactly why', he whispers, before catching his lips in a rough kiss. Y/n grabs him by the collar and curses against his lips. 'You fucking prick.' But he doesn't actually resist and lets Taehyung deepen the kiss. The demon pushes him further against the wall, till their bodies are pressed flush together. Once out of breath Y/n pushes Taehyung away by the collar, glaring at him, breathing heavy.

Taehyung is panting with his eyes glazed over. Completely ignoring Y/n's glare he takes his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist while looking at him. 'Please, Y/n, I need more, please.' He slowly sinks to his knees, untill he's kneeling down in front of him, staring up. He leans into Y/n, still holding his hand. He puts the hand on his face and leans into it with pleading eyes, breathing hard. Y/n scowls at him. 'Don't you have any self restraint you pervert.' Taehyung gives him a slow smirk. 'You have no idea how much restraint I'm showing right now.' With the hand that isn't holding Y/n's he slowly trails up Y/n's leg and stomach, pushing up his shirt. He looks up and his smirk fades. 'If I hadn't restrained myself~' he slowly leans in and places a kiss on his hip, 'I would already be fucking you against this wall by now.' Then he licks a long stripe from Y/n's stomach to his waist where he stops to gently suck on the skin, making Y/n groan inadvertently. Y/n grabs his hair and pulls his face from his waist. Taehyung looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glazed over with desire. 'Please, let me fuck you?' His mouth is slightly parted as his breath comes out in hot puffs, his head still pulled backwards. He lets his hand travel up Y/n's legs until he's holding his waist and slowly letting his thumb caress Y/n's stomach.

Y/n glowers at him then huffs in disbelief. 'You get one round, that's it.' Taehyung's eyes darken as he gets up and roughly pins Y/n back against the wall, kissing him hungrily. One of his hands is still holding Y/n's waist while the other one is on his face, to keep him from pulling away. Taehyung presses Y/n's legs apart with his thigh before he starts grinding his hips into him. The friction makes Y/n groan in his mouth, which snaps Taehyung's last thin thread of restraint. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he grabs Y/n and picks him up, before slamming him back against the wall and grinding his dick into him. Y/n gasps, 'Fucking prick' . 'Are you attached to these clothes', Taehyung breathes against Y/n's lips. Y/n frowns 'What, no, why do you-' RIIIIIP. 'YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU-' Y/n is cut of when Taehyung pulls him back into a kiss. His outrage over his destroyed pants momentarily forgotten. His voice grows louder when Taehyung reaches down to undo his own pants and into what's left of Y/n's. The feeling of Taehyung stroking him finally makes Y/n give in completely and he can't control the sounds spilling from his lips. His throaty moans are enough to make Taehyung go absolutely feral.

Y/n groans in surprise when Taehyung pushes his head back to kiss him even deeper. Then he feels Taehyung's fingers, coated in his own precum, slowly stretching him out. He arches his back at the sudden feeling, accidentally making it easier for Taehyung to slide his fingers in deeper. He shudders when Taehyung presses down and scowls when he feels a cocky grin against his lips. 'Oh shut up and just fuck me already.' He immediately regrets his words as he sees Taehyung's eyes darken. 'Fuck, Taehyung, slowly okay, I can't - UGH'. For a moment theres dark spots covering his vision after Taehyung lined himself up, and then slammed his whole length in at once.

Y/n's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in silent shock. His breath comes in short inhales and his hands tremble on Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung leans in and places sloppy open kisses on his exposed throat. 'I thought you told me to just fuck you. Why are you suddenly so quiet?' He smirks as he pushes a bit deeper still, pulling a gasp from Y/n, who glares at him. 'You fucker, I also told you to go slow.' He presses his eyes shut as he tries to calm down.

'Ah~ sorry, you mean like this?' Taehyung grinns evilly as he slowly rolls his hips to drag his dick out just to immediately fully push it back in. Y/n's head falls back again and his moaning comes out in stutters. Taehyung gazes at him hungrily as he keeps rolling his hips, slow and deep, to see his reactions. When he notices how Y/n's breathing is speading up, he starts to pick up the pace. A bit faster, a bit harder and with every thrust trying to push a bit deeper, until Y/n is shaking in his arms, a broken string of moans falling from his lips. Taehyung instinctually bares his teeth at the sight.

He slams his hips up against Y/n till he can feel him coming undone and in that last moment he pushes even harder. As he bites down on the nape of Y/ns neck and buries himself in him to the hilt he can feel Y/n's orgasm shudder through his body as he gasps. Taehyung curses when he feels Y/n clamp down on his dick, destroying all of his determination to not come yet. 'Fuck, I'm sorry', he whispers under his breath and before Y/n has time to brace himself he starts slamming back into him. Y/n curses under the overstimulation and digs his nails into Taehyung's shoulders as the latter buries his face in his neck and pounds him deeper and faster, again and again until his breathing becomes ragged and his thrusts erratic. Then finally he slams in deep enough to make Y/n gasp when he feels Taehyung spilling inside of him.

They stay like that for a moment, both panting. Taehyung still has his face buried in Y/n's neck, softly placing kisses there and below his jaw. 'Thank you', he breathes, his eyes hooded and his lips slightly parted. Y/n is too exhausted to respond at all and just hangs in his arms, panting, looking at the ceiling.

After a few more moments of silent heavy breathing, Taehyung slowly lowers Y/n to the ground, but when he notices how unsteady he is, he grinns and moves to pick him back up. Y/n slaps him away and scowls. 'I can walk by myself.' Taehyung smirks, 'Are you sure, I feel like I did a pretty good job so I doubt it.' Y/n glares at him but he's to tired to resist when Taehyung picks him up in his arms. 'I'm way too heavy for this you musclebrain.' Taehyung grinns at him 'It's fine, what else are all these stupid muscles good for if not for this.' Y/n feels him flex his arms for good measure. 'Also, this is my fault to begin with', Taehyung smirks, obviously not sorry at all. Y/n huffs and just gives up, letting himself be carried through the big empty halfway to Taehyung's rooms, where Taehyung lays him down on the bed and promptly flops down on top of him.

Y/n looks down at the man resting his head on his stomach. 'We need to wasp up first, your sheets will be ruined.' Taehyung doesn't even open his eyes as he mumbles from where he's laying. 'It's fine, I'll change them tomorrow, for now let's just stay like this.' Y/n can feel Taehyung's breathing slow down and his heart beats against his skin. Y/n sighs deeply, how did he even get himself involved in all this.

When he's sure that the demon laying on top of him is asleep he slowly weaves his fingers through his hair. Taehyung moans in his sleep and leans into his hand. Y/n thoughtfully looks at the man's sleeping face then scowls. 'How the fuck do you look so innocent now.'

Taehyung wakes up and smiles in satisfaction when he realizes that he's holding Y/n in his arms. He looks at the human's sleeping face, his expression relaxed and much softer than when awake. He softly kisses his neck, which make Y/n inadvertently moan and lean back into him. Taehyung presses his eyes shut, trying to keep out any perverted thoughts, but he fails miserably. He groans when he feels himself harden against Y/n.

He's still trying to calm himself but he unconsciously starts pushing his hips into Y/n's. His arm around Y/n's chest tightens as the friction starts getting to him and he pulls him flush to his chest. Softly panting he starts out with soft kisses on Y/n's neck, but they soon turn sloppy and harsher until he's sucking bruises into the perfect white skin.

Y/n's body responds unconsciously to the rough ministrations and soft moans fall from his lips. His voice only makes it harder for Taehyung to control himself and he groans as he manœuvres himself between Y/n's thighs to get more friction. The feeling as he starts sliding back and forth makes him moan into Y/n's shoulder. The feeling of Taehyung rubbing against him also finally makes Y/n stir a bit. Taehyung is really starting to loose it now, he needs to be inside, but he doesn't want to wake Y/n up. He rolls his hips faster and groans at the feeling. He's still sucking pretty blue spots on Y/n's skin, but when the latter suddenly stirs and clenches his thighs together in his sleep, Taehyung gasps and bites down while moaning into his neck.

This finally does the job and Y/n wakes up with a shock. He half turns his head around and growls 'The fuck do you think you're do-' A sudden hard thrust of Taehyung catches him of guard and he moans deeply at the sensation. 'Fuckkkk, you horny idiot, let go of me.' He gasps as the other's dick rubs him again. 'Sorry, can't, need to have you.' Taehyung kisses and sucks his sensitive skins apologetically. 'I can't stop, need to fuck you, I can right? Please tell me I can?' Before Y/n can even respond one of Taehyung's arms moves to hold him in place against his chest while his other hand slides down to grab one of his legs. Realizing that he won't be able to stop him Y/n tries to move out of his grasp. 'No wait, wait, at least give me a mo- AHH~' His sentence is cut short as Taehyung pushes his dick into him in one long, slow motion. It's easier this time because they just did it, but they both still pant at the tight feeling for a moment. Taehyung has Y/n pressed flush against his chest, his teeth buried in his skin and his dick pushed as deep as it can go. He groans and it rumbles through Y/n's whole body as he lays moaning and panting with his mouth open, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion. 'Goddamn demons,' he gasps. Taehyung finally regains his composure and pulls his mouth of Y/n's skin, to lick the slight marks. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay? I'll be gentle okay? I'll be really careful, I'll take it slow.' He places soft kisses in Y/n's neck to appease him. 'You'll let me right?' He slightly rolls his hips into him. Y/n hisses. 'Just shut up. And SLOWLY.' Taehyung smiles slightly dazed and nods against his back, before pulling out almost completely, and slowly pushing all the way back in, making them both groan. He carefully sets a rhythm where he pulls out about halfway and rolls his hips back up at just the right angle to keep hitting Y/n's sweet spot. He can feel the man writhing in his arms to get away from the overstimulation but he doesn't let him. One of his arm still holds his chest and with the other he now pulls back his hips so he can't escape. A string of guttural moans spills from Y/n's mouth when Taehyung slams up into him with force. 'Fuckkkk~ you said you'd be gentle you bitch.' Taehyung moves his hand to grab Y/n's throat and pulls him back against him. 'I know, but you look so pretty all fucked out, I couldn't help it.' Y/n tries to glare at him but his eyes soon glaze over as Taehyung's rough thrusts keep coming and filling him up. Taehyung curses at the sight and slams his hips up even harder. With the hand not on Y/n's throat he presses on his stomach, making the man groan in protest. 'Fuck offff, too full.' Taehyung grinns with lust, 'I can feel myself in your stomach, that's so hot,' he rubs small circles on on Y/n's skin. 'I wonder what would happen if I pressed down here?' He presses with his fingers while simultaneously snapping his hips up aiming at the same spot. Y/n's eyes fly wide and his mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out. Taehyung sees the reaction and greedily slams into that same spot again. Y/n's eyes go completely unfocused and unintelligible curses spill from his open mouth. Taehyung hungrily takes in his expression and keeps fucking into him at that same angle until he finally pushes him over the edge and makes him come hard. With a broken stream of moans Y/n falls limp in Taehyung's arms, trembling lightly from the assault.

Taehyung grins greedily at the sight but takes pity on his lover and slowly works him through his orgasm with soft, deep strokes, placing sweet kisses on his shoulder, until he stops termbling. Finally, still panting, Y/n scowls. 'Great, you had your fun, now get out of me.' He pushes at the demon's arm, but it won't budge. Taehyung chuckles lowly. 'I think you're confused about something~' He leans in and whispers in Y/n's ear with a smirk. 'I didn't come yet.'

Y/n stills. 'No. FUCK NO. Get off, get off right now, I can't ta- FUCK! ' His whole body shakes with the force of Taehyung's hips slamming back into him. 'Just relax, I'll make you feel good again.' Taehyung grinns at him as his thrusts grow faster and faster. Y/n curses and tries to struggle out of his grip which only results in Taehyung flipping him over on his stomach, pinning him with his weight, before pounding down into him.

Y/n curses,'You're too deep you dickhead!', but at the same time he can't stop the moans from spilling out as he buries his face in the bed and grabs onto the sheets. Against his back Taehyung is panting and the sweat is dripping down his face and chest. 'Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good, I think I'm addicted to this. Gods I could fuck you forever.' He buries his face in Y/n's back as he rolls his hips to get even deeper. His rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his high and he slams in with a few more fast rough thrusts before he pushes himself in as deep as he can. Lightning sparks behind Y/n's eyes as he comes again, panting into the bed, while he feels Taehyung filling him up once more. They lay there panting for a while, until Taehyung rolls onto his side, pulling Y/n with him and against his chest.

Y/n grumbles as Taehyung covers his abused skin with soft kisses, 'Don't you have any self-control? I told you you'd get only one round.' Taehyung smiles against him, 'I didn't think I'd be able to get you into my bed like this again any time soon. So I had to grab my chance while I had you.' Y/n tsks but doesn't disagree. Taehyung chuckles against his back. 'Exactly.' He buries his face back in Y/n's abused neck and inhales, then grins. 'You smell like me.' Y/n scowls, 'Are all you demons so fucking primal? You sound like an animal.' 'Yes, you could say that, and thank you, I'll take that as a compliment', Taehyung smirks before playfully licking a trail up the side of Y/n's neck making him shudder. 'For fucks sake', he hisses. 'So are you telling me that if I ever wanted to fuck another demon, I'd have to go through this same shit?'

He feels Taehyung freeze behind him, and before he can look back to see his reaction he is beimg slammed down on his back, Taehyung above him, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other is on his jaw. 'That was a very stupid thing to say', the demon growls at him, his teeth bared in a scowl. 'I was planning on going easy on you from now on, but you just changed my mind.' Y/n freezes when he feels Taehyung against his stomach, he's hard again. 'No, I was kidding, let go', he stares down at the demon's dick, dread heavy in his stomach. 'I can't go another round.' 'Should've thought about that before you put that image in my mind', Taehyung basically snarls. Y/n's eyes snap back up to his face and Taehyung's expression makes him pale. He fucked up.

Taehyung's eyes soften, if just slightly. 'I know I have no right to keep you from fucking other men.' His eyes darken again. 'But that doesn't mean I can't ruin you enough that no one else will ever be able to satisfy you again.' He grins but there is no joy behind the expression. When he leans in and lines himself up with Y/n, he whispers in his ear, 'I advice you to relax.' Then he snaps his hips forward and bottoms out. Y/n gasps but he gets no time to adjust as Taehyung pulls back and slams back in immediately, and again and again until he's set a punishing rhythm which has the entire bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Y/n can't do anything but try to keep breathing and push against the head of the bed, to keep himself from crashing into it. One of Taehyung's hands is still on his face and when he opens his eyes he is met with the demon's piercing stare. He's really going to ruin him, he realizes. He can't think straight, pain and pleasure from the deep pounding are blending together and overwhelming his senses. He knows what he probably looks like right now with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over, tears rolling down his face. He must look completely fucked out, but he can't seem to to care, or fix it even if he did. The sound of the bed ramming into the wall and their hips slamming against each other fills the room and Y/n is certain he's going to pass out. Taehyung is too big, too deep, too rough, he's really going to die. Just when his eyes roll back in his head he feels Taehyung bite down on his neck and with one more deep thrust he fills him up, which also pushes Y/n over the edge and they both come together.

Taehyung gently takes Y/n's face in his hands and places a kiss on his forehead. His breathing is heavy as his whispers, 'I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be ready to let you go any time soon.' Y/n is too worn out to respond and just stares at him with empty eyes. He's asleep within seconds. Taehyung lays down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. He looks at the sleeping human and with his free hand he cups his face. He rubs soft circles on his cheek as he sighs. 'This is going to hurt like a bitch.'

The next morning when Taehyung wakes up the space next to him is empty and cold. He turns on his back and puts his arm over his eyes in defeated acceptance. He had known that he would wake up alone from the start after all.

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Happiness

The sun gleamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the hotel bedroom we were sleeping in. I moved in the bed to get my phone, which caused my partner to wake up.

“‘Morning Pete,” I whispered,

“Good morning, baby, how’d you sleep?”

“Really good, It’s hard to have a bad night’s sleep when you’re next to me, though,”

“You’re too sweet.”

I swung my legs out of the bed and started picking my worn clothes off of the floor. I walked in the bathroom, turned on the tap and splashed my face with the cold water a few times to wake myself up. Before I could leave the room, I heard the door creak open and felt a thin pair of arms snake around my waist.

“I love you, Jack,”

“I love you too.”

I turned around to look into his beautiful and let our lips fall into a soft yet passionate embrace.

I am happy.

Pete Davidson X Jack Black

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[bean-writes]

“You know he wouldn’t have regretted it right?” Eiji turned and found Ash’s eyes on the stone beneath the tree. “Saving you,” Ash’s green eyes rose to meet him. “He wouldn’t have traded that for anything.”

Read I Won't Go Back - Chapter 22: The Light of Dawn on Patreon, Ao3, and FFN.

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[sawiet]

the first rule of any slash fanfic is that everyone is gay.

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[devilbrew-69]

Check out this Archie x Matt pokemon fanfic I just wrote. They make a lovely couple and it fun writing them.

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[aileana-the-writer]

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🏳️‍🌈 BL original

🔞 Omegaverse, escenas sexuales, lenguaje soez, violencia

🐉 Fantasía

📖 Capítulos 13/?

🖋️ Recién editado y corregido

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