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adi_blackMy head hurts. And I'm hot. And my mom keeps getting pissed because my sisters friend is here from Oklahoma for three months and if she thinks she's staying here all that time she's crazy and...
/groans
I don't want to have to work tomorrow.
I hate children.
Why do my niece and nephews have to be here?
Why could I not get this urge to write out of my head? Why is it almost 10:30 at night (I'm doing this a/n after I finished this) when I have to work at 6:30 tomorrow morning?
Anyway. This is an insert for Paranoia, an add on to when Danny mentioned that he had masturbated to Dark once and he had caught him.
It's really disjointed. And while not 'bad' I feel I've definitely done better. I just had to write something or else I'd go insane. I didn't actually think I'd finish it when I started writing, I thought I was just starting something that would never get done like I usually do, but I actually did this. I'm tired. And I don't know if the italics mean anything or if I'm just being crappy-poetic tonight. Probably the latter.
Anyway, I guess I'll quit rambling(wow this ramble is long > >;) and just get on with the fic insert.
My head really hurts x___X;;
So long ago
Danny couldn't help but feel shocked, horrified when Dark walked in on him. Even if it hadn't been who it was the whole situation would be humiliating for anyone. To think that he had been taken to such a place, a state of mind that he felt that jerking off was the logical thing to do.
Well, if that was the way things were going to play out it only seemed logical that he would sit back and let Dark do whatever he wanted to do with him gladly. After all, it wasn't as if he could say anything. A denial was out of the question, an explanation was laughable. In fact the ability to speak clearly was not in Danny's repertoire at the moment.
All the feelings
Frozen in the doorway for a moment Dark wasn't sure what to think. He was obviously pleased that his little mind game had worked out the way he wanted too. There was something else about it though, perhaps he had thought it would have taken longer. Perhaps he thought it wouldn't happen at all.
Regardless of everything else he was sure he had a perfectly willing, more than willing, teen laying spread in his bed. It was all he could have dreamed for at the moment and he figured he would waste no time taking what was so graciously being offered. There was no need for words really, he had mocked the boy enough with how he had looked and acted toward him and he knew the boy couldn't say anything to him.
Another win in their game
There was no rush, no need to hurry with their goings-on. Dropping clothing article by article as he swaggered over to where the boy was, flushed and panting and hard on their bed. His eyes followed every movement, tracing his body, watching him. The ragged rise and fall of the teens chest, how his fingers twitched from where they lay on his thigh as if in anticipation.
Getting onto the bed, now as naked as the boy before him, Dark straddled him, not quite touching him, wanting to see how far they could take this. He could feel the heat radiating off of Danny, the way his muscles tensed and pulled, wanting to arch up and feel. Crawling up his body he was soon face to face with his captive, leaning down to press his lips forcefully against the younger boys.
Danny made a muffled sound that was recognized as pleasure as he opened his mouth encouraging Dark to hurry up, just do it. Danny knew he had just lost an important battle, an important part of himself and he just wanted this over with. He knew he wanted Dark. He knew he needed Dark. He knew as he felt that wall of resolve crumble that there was no going back.
Pleasant confusion, everything mixing, all so surreal
Being flipped onto his stomach and coaxed onto his hands and knees wasn't a surprise for Danny. Especially at this point, with him soaked with sweat, so ridiculously aroused there was no way Dark would prolong this too much. He knew that this could and would happen again.
Dark leaned over Dannys back, pressing down so while his knees were still up Danny's chest was down on the bed. He was so close, so close and Danny could feel every detail of the older male over him. He whimpered, unable to contain himself when he felt Darks hardness pressing against him.
"I win, Danny," Dark murmured against his ear, practically purring as he licked him and Danny shuddered; not only at the feeling but the words. The first words said in this whole exchange and the words Danny had dreaded to hear.
Danny struggled to keep his eyes open as Dark played him, knowing where to touch, how to touch to get the greatest reaction like a master musician. He still couldn't quite speak, and even if he could he didn't know how to reply to Darks statement. Biting back a gasp as Darks fingers entered him the teen couldn't help but think this was natural.
Never changing, schedules, introspection useless
It sickened him, how he could be used to this. How this was his 'normal'. How when it hadn't happened it had unsettled him and made him want to do something about it. Bring back his routine, his security in how nothing would change. Dark was here. He was here. That was just what they did.
It was only natural that if the one who had started something suddenly and without warning stopped it there would be confusion and worry on the part of the other. It was only natural that when nothing happened to reset the clock that the other would figure they needed to take things into their own hands.
Danny couldn't help but feel he brought this upon himself and that he had to pay the 'consequences' of non-acceptance. Whether those consequences were interpreted as pleasurable, painful or regretful always seemed to evade him though.
Routines and longing for what
"Not...your toy," Danny gasped out as Dark entered him. He heard and felt the other man chuckle.
He suddenly felt Darks fingers in his hair, pulling him back as he was slammed into, his spine bending at an almost unnatural angle. While he had him like that Dark thrust into him a few more times, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks. Danny was barely coherent then, the strange, unnatural, satisfying feeling of stretching fullness and pain wracking his body.
He shivered, twitching as he moaned and gasped unable to contain himself or even give some semblance of self control. He had had no self control earlier when he had been jacking off to Dark so why try to save face now? It was impossible, he knew, and at this moment in time it would just make things worse for him.
"Not my toy," Dark imitated Danny, chuckling again as he let go of the teens hair letting him fall back down to the bed. He leaned over him, grabbing the side of Dannys hips with one hand and using the other to support himself while Danny grasped desperately at the sheets for some sort of support. "Your will is my will, Danny. I can see that, I can feel that. I can see how it must be for you, how it is for you, my precious, precious puppet."
Dannys head was reeling, unable to really understand what Dark was saying, only that the older man thought he had complete control over him. While though in some ways that was right, an irrevocable truth, in others he still had no idea. There was nothing to say still and even if he had been able to come up with a coherent response he knew he wouldn't have said it.
So much conflict, so much unknown
So many times. This had happened so many times. So pleasurable, so painful, so humiliating. Their bodies sliding together, slick with sweat and saliva and other fluids. Gasping, panting, moans unable to differentiate between what it all meant. If it was today, if today was the day that he was set free Danny knew he wouldn't take it.
He couldn't take it.
Dark didn't even have to touch him. Danny was coming, unconsciously sobbing out Darks name, a name, a description, a statement, his mantra. He would have collapsed down onto the sticky sheets if not for Darks hand on his hips, holding him up to thrust into. It didn't last long, it rarely lasted too much longer.
Before he could get his bearings again Danny tensed, feeling Dark suddenly stop and let out a moan so low as to be a growl before there was a sudden wetness and warmth and they both were able to collapse.
Again. Again. Forever.
Danny always thought Dark had an amazing recovery time. While the teen would be laying on the bed still trying to calm his heart and breath Dark would be up, dressed and out of the room before Danny could realize.
This time Dark didn't leave though. When Danny had managed to roll himself over onto his side he saw that Dark had moved next to him, propping himself onto the pillows to lean down and look at him.
Not knowing what to do Danny just stared up at him, unnerved when he received a small, oh so small smug smile. Shaken a little bit Danny gave him one last glance and turned over again so he wasn't facing the madman.
It was over for now. Danny could feel a small headache begin to grow around his temples though he wasn't sure what it was from. Maybe next time he could figure it out. What it all meant. What it was all for. Why sometimes he looked at him like that.
Letting his eyes drift close, hoping to beat the pain in his head before it flared too fierce Danny thought, 'Next time. I'll know what he means...next time.'
Shattered, broken with no shame, to never...never...
-End
edit: And of course after I turn my computer off and am melting in a puddle of my own sweat do I get the good ideas for this. I'm too tired and hot and achey to re-do it now though I might in the future when I do other insert scenes. Because I will do them. Later.
God I'm so tired.
-Adi Out
/groans
I don't want to have to work tomorrow.
I hate children.
Why do my niece and nephews have to be here?
Why could I not get this urge to write out of my head? Why is it almost 10:30 at night (I'm doing this a/n after I finished this) when I have to work at 6:30 tomorrow morning?
Anyway. This is an insert for Paranoia, an add on to when Danny mentioned that he had masturbated to Dark once and he had caught him.
It's really disjointed. And while not 'bad' I feel I've definitely done better. I just had to write something or else I'd go insane. I didn't actually think I'd finish it when I started writing, I thought I was just starting something that would never get done like I usually do, but I actually did this. I'm tired. And I don't know if the italics mean anything or if I'm just being crappy-poetic tonight. Probably the latter.
Anyway, I guess I'll quit rambling(wow this ramble is long > >;) and just get on with the fic insert.
My head really hurts x___X;;
So long ago
Danny couldn't help but feel shocked, horrified when Dark walked in on him. Even if it hadn't been who it was the whole situation would be humiliating for anyone. To think that he had been taken to such a place, a state of mind that he felt that jerking off was the logical thing to do.
Well, if that was the way things were going to play out it only seemed logical that he would sit back and let Dark do whatever he wanted to do with him gladly. After all, it wasn't as if he could say anything. A denial was out of the question, an explanation was laughable. In fact the ability to speak clearly was not in Danny's repertoire at the moment.
All the feelings
Frozen in the doorway for a moment Dark wasn't sure what to think. He was obviously pleased that his little mind game had worked out the way he wanted too. There was something else about it though, perhaps he had thought it would have taken longer. Perhaps he thought it wouldn't happen at all.
Regardless of everything else he was sure he had a perfectly willing, more than willing, teen laying spread in his bed. It was all he could have dreamed for at the moment and he figured he would waste no time taking what was so graciously being offered. There was no need for words really, he had mocked the boy enough with how he had looked and acted toward him and he knew the boy couldn't say anything to him.
Another win in their game
There was no rush, no need to hurry with their goings-on. Dropping clothing article by article as he swaggered over to where the boy was, flushed and panting and hard on their bed. His eyes followed every movement, tracing his body, watching him. The ragged rise and fall of the teens chest, how his fingers twitched from where they lay on his thigh as if in anticipation.
Getting onto the bed, now as naked as the boy before him, Dark straddled him, not quite touching him, wanting to see how far they could take this. He could feel the heat radiating off of Danny, the way his muscles tensed and pulled, wanting to arch up and feel. Crawling up his body he was soon face to face with his captive, leaning down to press his lips forcefully against the younger boys.
Danny made a muffled sound that was recognized as pleasure as he opened his mouth encouraging Dark to hurry up, just do it. Danny knew he had just lost an important battle, an important part of himself and he just wanted this over with. He knew he wanted Dark. He knew he needed Dark. He knew as he felt that wall of resolve crumble that there was no going back.
Pleasant confusion, everything mixing, all so surreal
Being flipped onto his stomach and coaxed onto his hands and knees wasn't a surprise for Danny. Especially at this point, with him soaked with sweat, so ridiculously aroused there was no way Dark would prolong this too much. He knew that this could and would happen again.
Dark leaned over Dannys back, pressing down so while his knees were still up Danny's chest was down on the bed. He was so close, so close and Danny could feel every detail of the older male over him. He whimpered, unable to contain himself when he felt Darks hardness pressing against him.
"I win, Danny," Dark murmured against his ear, practically purring as he licked him and Danny shuddered; not only at the feeling but the words. The first words said in this whole exchange and the words Danny had dreaded to hear.
Danny struggled to keep his eyes open as Dark played him, knowing where to touch, how to touch to get the greatest reaction like a master musician. He still couldn't quite speak, and even if he could he didn't know how to reply to Darks statement. Biting back a gasp as Darks fingers entered him the teen couldn't help but think this was natural.
Never changing, schedules, introspection useless
It sickened him, how he could be used to this. How this was his 'normal'. How when it hadn't happened it had unsettled him and made him want to do something about it. Bring back his routine, his security in how nothing would change. Dark was here. He was here. That was just what they did.
It was only natural that if the one who had started something suddenly and without warning stopped it there would be confusion and worry on the part of the other. It was only natural that when nothing happened to reset the clock that the other would figure they needed to take things into their own hands.
Danny couldn't help but feel he brought this upon himself and that he had to pay the 'consequences' of non-acceptance. Whether those consequences were interpreted as pleasurable, painful or regretful always seemed to evade him though.
Routines and longing for what
"Not...your toy," Danny gasped out as Dark entered him. He heard and felt the other man chuckle.
He suddenly felt Darks fingers in his hair, pulling him back as he was slammed into, his spine bending at an almost unnatural angle. While he had him like that Dark thrust into him a few more times, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks. Danny was barely coherent then, the strange, unnatural, satisfying feeling of stretching fullness and pain wracking his body.
He shivered, twitching as he moaned and gasped unable to contain himself or even give some semblance of self control. He had had no self control earlier when he had been jacking off to Dark so why try to save face now? It was impossible, he knew, and at this moment in time it would just make things worse for him.
"Not my toy," Dark imitated Danny, chuckling again as he let go of the teens hair letting him fall back down to the bed. He leaned over him, grabbing the side of Dannys hips with one hand and using the other to support himself while Danny grasped desperately at the sheets for some sort of support. "Your will is my will, Danny. I can see that, I can feel that. I can see how it must be for you, how it is for you, my precious, precious puppet."
Dannys head was reeling, unable to really understand what Dark was saying, only that the older man thought he had complete control over him. While though in some ways that was right, an irrevocable truth, in others he still had no idea. There was nothing to say still and even if he had been able to come up with a coherent response he knew he wouldn't have said it.
So much conflict, so much unknown
So many times. This had happened so many times. So pleasurable, so painful, so humiliating. Their bodies sliding together, slick with sweat and saliva and other fluids. Gasping, panting, moans unable to differentiate between what it all meant. If it was today, if today was the day that he was set free Danny knew he wouldn't take it.
He couldn't take it.
Dark didn't even have to touch him. Danny was coming, unconsciously sobbing out Darks name, a name, a description, a statement, his mantra. He would have collapsed down onto the sticky sheets if not for Darks hand on his hips, holding him up to thrust into. It didn't last long, it rarely lasted too much longer.
Before he could get his bearings again Danny tensed, feeling Dark suddenly stop and let out a moan so low as to be a growl before there was a sudden wetness and warmth and they both were able to collapse.
Again. Again. Forever.
Danny always thought Dark had an amazing recovery time. While the teen would be laying on the bed still trying to calm his heart and breath Dark would be up, dressed and out of the room before Danny could realize.
This time Dark didn't leave though. When Danny had managed to roll himself over onto his side he saw that Dark had moved next to him, propping himself onto the pillows to lean down and look at him.
Not knowing what to do Danny just stared up at him, unnerved when he received a small, oh so small smug smile. Shaken a little bit Danny gave him one last glance and turned over again so he wasn't facing the madman.
It was over for now. Danny could feel a small headache begin to grow around his temples though he wasn't sure what it was from. Maybe next time he could figure it out. What it all meant. What it was all for. Why sometimes he looked at him like that.
Letting his eyes drift close, hoping to beat the pain in his head before it flared too fierce Danny thought, 'Next time. I'll know what he means...next time.'
Shattered, broken with no shame, to never...never...
-End
edit: And of course after I turn my computer off and am melting in a puddle of my own sweat do I get the good ideas for this. I'm too tired and hot and achey to re-do it now though I might in the future when I do other insert scenes. Because I will do them. Later.
God I'm so tired.
-Adi Out
