FIC (one-shot): Best Friend AU, Kris, NC-17
Title: Best Friend
Author: Emmuzka
Pairing: Kris/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Angst, mental problems, bestiality
Summary: AU. One evening, there is a dog standing outside the grocery store. It doesn't have a collar or a leash, but Kris still assumes that it belongs to customer. Maybe the dog is trained to wait outside. The dog is huge and shaggy and it has strong jaws; it's not like anyone would steal it.
Notes: Yes, this is it. And again, read the warnings!
Best Friend
Kris came to LA to make it big. He didn't make a splash. He didn't make noise at all. Instead of bigger, his life grew smaller.
He still plays at bars and cafes, sometimes. But the anticipation before performing changed to anxiousness, and the butterflies in his stomach changed to throwing up, and it just doesn't feel worth it, anymore.
He has a job; he sorts mail in night shifts. It's a lonely job, but it suits him fine. Kris feels like mindless conversations with co-workers would only strain him further. He works at nights and sleeps the days away. Come the evening, he plays his guitar, or goes to buy groceries. Every other Friday he rents a porn movie and gets take-out as a treat for himself. Every other Friday he calls his momma to tell that everything is okay. Really. He is perfectly content.
One evening, there is a dog standing outside the grocery store. It doesn't have a collar or a leash, but Kris still assumes that it belongs to customer. Maybe the dog is trained to wait outside. The dog is huge and shaggy and it has strong jaws; it's not like anyone would steal it.
For some reason, the dog follows him when he exits. Kris doesn't know why, there is nothing good smelling in his bags, just canned food and cereal.
"Hey, boy. Why are you following me? Where is your owner?"
The dog looks like it's smiling. It's actually a funny looking dog, and it seems friendly.
The dog follows him home. Kris doesn't let it in, no matter how eagerly the dog is pushing it's way. But when the dog is still there, waiting outside his door when he leaves to work, and still waiting when comes back, Kris lets it in.
The dog stays. He names it Kyle. It's a stupid name, but the dog just doesn't look like Max or Mutt or Buddy. It takes a couple of days to find a new routine with walking and feeding and playing, but Kris kinda likes it. The new highlight of his day is the morning walk with Kyle, when the sun is rising. Kyle is always happy to see him coming from work and the other people walking their dogs in that ungodly hour give him little tight smiles: They are all in this together.
Kris loves his dog. He loves how happy his momma sounds on the phone when he tells about Kyle. Kris doesn't tell her how large Kyle is. He lives in a one-room apartment and he doesn't want to hear her concern if a dog that big would be a bit too much.
He loves to take Kyle to the sofa with him and just hug him tight, another living, breathing thing. Kyle loves the attention and licks his face, begging for more petting and scratching. They do everything together.
When Kris comes from work, Kyle is already waiting in the hallway. Kris has only the time to open the door when Kyle is jumping against him and whining.
"Kyle, down!" His order does nothing. Kyle only gets more exited and starts barking. Kris scratches and hugs it to keep the dog quiet. "All right all right, we are going!"
He reaches for the leash, but then Kyle jumps on him with all its girth and Kris goes down.
"Kyle!" Kris knows that he should be angry now, but he just smiles and pets Kyle, which comes to stand over him, licking his face.
Kris laughs and tries to get up, but it's difficult when Kyle keeps jumping on him when he is still on his all fours. Kris laughs even more. Kyle gets even more exited and starts humping his back. But it's okay, Kyle is just exited. Just, being down, Kris notices how he never quite got how large a dog Kyle actually is. "Kyle! Down, boy! Don't you want to go out, boy?"
On that morning, Kyle attacks another dog. Neither of the owners saw it coming. Kyle just attacks, with no provocation and no rustle. Kris yells Kyle to stop and pulls his leash to get it to release the smaller dog, but Kyle is raged and stronger than him.
Thankfully Kyle lets go of the other dog for the second it takes for it to flee, and Kris is just too big an anchor weight for Kyle to drag behind and still catch the other dog. After that, Kris just leaves with Kyle as soon as possible, before the other dog owners form a mob against him.
Kyle gets more and more aggressive towards other dogs. Kris has to change his routines so that there is as few as possible dogs in the park while they visit. Other dog owners stop smiling at him and make sure to take a large circle around them. Kris and his funny shaggy dog are now the angry mutt and the owner dude who can't handle his dog.
Kyle never really took orders from Kris, but as the time goes by, it is getting almost impossible to handle. Kris doesn't mind Kyle jumping on him at home. It's actually kind of endearing how Kyle stretches to lay over Kris on the couch, or how the dog gets a hard-on when it gets exited. Outside, it's becoming a problem. Without a warning, Kyle can start jumping on him and just doesn't stop. No order from Kris goes through. If Kyle manages to knock him over, it starts humping him earnestly, and how humiliating is that? Most of the time, though, Kris manages to just drag Kyle home, so it's not that bad.
It's Friday again. A porn Friday, not a call-to-mother Friday, which is even better. Kris has his newest rental, first time twinks the cover promised, and a bag full of take-out. Pizza for him, spaghetti and meatballs for Kyle.
Kris hurries with his food and then pops the DVD in, settling on the couch with lube and tissues. He kicks Kyle to the floor. Hopefully it doesn't start the fight over the sofa space.
On the screen the bigger guy promises to be gentle, but sinks right down into the young guy. It hurts, says the guy, his face red and his lips swollen. Kris sheds all his clothes. It feels sexy and almost daring, never mind that he is at his home with no-one watching.
Kris feels like he is in a mood for something better than a simple quick jerk off tonight. He reaches down and pushes one lube-slick finger to his ass, straight in. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't feel like anything other than weird. He bends his knees and steadies his feet on the couch's edge. With a better leverage, he pushes another finger in. Now it feels full, and good. He takes a stronger hold on his dick and stokes, experimenting. Would three fingers feel even better?
Lube, where is the lube? He reaches for it, but his abrupt move rouses Kyle. Shit. Not now. Kris has the time to halfway turn his back to Kyle when it jumps on him.
"Fuck! Kyle, down!" Like that would make any good. Kyle is ready to do it's thing, to turn and turn and step over him, poking, until Kris gives up and lets him to take over the sofa.
Kris slips to the floor. It's no use to start fighting with Kyle over the couch, he is naked and he wants to continue, damnit. Now, where was the lube?
He is retrieving the lube from under the sofa table when he hears Kyle jump from the couch again. Then he feels the familiar warm breath on his neck. Shit. Shit. Shit. He freezes when he feels Kyle start to hump against his backside. He really should turn to his back, crawl away, something. He doesn't.
Kris almost forgets how to breathe. It feels like his nerve endings are on fire. Kyle jumps on his back, searching leverage, and for seconds at a time pistons against his backside, against his buttocks, and then falls back down again.
Kris drops his head and moans. He is hard as hell. This is sick. But at least this feels something. He wants to feel something, anything.
Kris spreads out his knees, just a little. Kyle mounts him again and this time goes in. Then Kris really stops breathing for a second because the knob goes in too and oh lord it hurts.
Kyle keeps humping him, crazed, but the dog is now stuck. Kyle is strong and Kris just that hopes that it doesn't bite him on the neck. Kris feels pain tears running down his face. He grabs his dick again but then he needs his both hands for keeping from hitting the floor under Kyle's weight.
The dog grows anxious again and finally twists itself free, making Kris yelp. Kris rolls to his side. His muscles are cramping. He grabs his dick and jerks hard and fast. There is stuff leaking between his thighs. Finally Kris comes with a yell. His face is still wet. Kyle sniffs around in the hallway. It wants to go out.
Author: Emmuzka
Pairing: Kris/?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Angst, mental problems, bestiality
Summary: AU. One evening, there is a dog standing outside the grocery store. It doesn't have a collar or a leash, but Kris still assumes that it belongs to customer. Maybe the dog is trained to wait outside. The dog is huge and shaggy and it has strong jaws; it's not like anyone would steal it.
Notes: Yes, this is it. And again, read the warnings!
Best Friend
Kris came to LA to make it big. He didn't make a splash. He didn't make noise at all. Instead of bigger, his life grew smaller.
He still plays at bars and cafes, sometimes. But the anticipation before performing changed to anxiousness, and the butterflies in his stomach changed to throwing up, and it just doesn't feel worth it, anymore.
He has a job; he sorts mail in night shifts. It's a lonely job, but it suits him fine. Kris feels like mindless conversations with co-workers would only strain him further. He works at nights and sleeps the days away. Come the evening, he plays his guitar, or goes to buy groceries. Every other Friday he rents a porn movie and gets take-out as a treat for himself. Every other Friday he calls his momma to tell that everything is okay. Really. He is perfectly content.
One evening, there is a dog standing outside the grocery store. It doesn't have a collar or a leash, but Kris still assumes that it belongs to customer. Maybe the dog is trained to wait outside. The dog is huge and shaggy and it has strong jaws; it's not like anyone would steal it.
For some reason, the dog follows him when he exits. Kris doesn't know why, there is nothing good smelling in his bags, just canned food and cereal.
"Hey, boy. Why are you following me? Where is your owner?"
The dog looks like it's smiling. It's actually a funny looking dog, and it seems friendly.
The dog follows him home. Kris doesn't let it in, no matter how eagerly the dog is pushing it's way. But when the dog is still there, waiting outside his door when he leaves to work, and still waiting when comes back, Kris lets it in.
The dog stays. He names it Kyle. It's a stupid name, but the dog just doesn't look like Max or Mutt or Buddy. It takes a couple of days to find a new routine with walking and feeding and playing, but Kris kinda likes it. The new highlight of his day is the morning walk with Kyle, when the sun is rising. Kyle is always happy to see him coming from work and the other people walking their dogs in that ungodly hour give him little tight smiles: They are all in this together.
Kris loves his dog. He loves how happy his momma sounds on the phone when he tells about Kyle. Kris doesn't tell her how large Kyle is. He lives in a one-room apartment and he doesn't want to hear her concern if a dog that big would be a bit too much.
He loves to take Kyle to the sofa with him and just hug him tight, another living, breathing thing. Kyle loves the attention and licks his face, begging for more petting and scratching. They do everything together.
When Kris comes from work, Kyle is already waiting in the hallway. Kris has only the time to open the door when Kyle is jumping against him and whining.
"Kyle, down!" His order does nothing. Kyle only gets more exited and starts barking. Kris scratches and hugs it to keep the dog quiet. "All right all right, we are going!"
He reaches for the leash, but then Kyle jumps on him with all its girth and Kris goes down.
"Kyle!" Kris knows that he should be angry now, but he just smiles and pets Kyle, which comes to stand over him, licking his face.
Kris laughs and tries to get up, but it's difficult when Kyle keeps jumping on him when he is still on his all fours. Kris laughs even more. Kyle gets even more exited and starts humping his back. But it's okay, Kyle is just exited. Just, being down, Kris notices how he never quite got how large a dog Kyle actually is. "Kyle! Down, boy! Don't you want to go out, boy?"
On that morning, Kyle attacks another dog. Neither of the owners saw it coming. Kyle just attacks, with no provocation and no rustle. Kris yells Kyle to stop and pulls his leash to get it to release the smaller dog, but Kyle is raged and stronger than him.
Thankfully Kyle lets go of the other dog for the second it takes for it to flee, and Kris is just too big an anchor weight for Kyle to drag behind and still catch the other dog. After that, Kris just leaves with Kyle as soon as possible, before the other dog owners form a mob against him.
Kyle gets more and more aggressive towards other dogs. Kris has to change his routines so that there is as few as possible dogs in the park while they visit. Other dog owners stop smiling at him and make sure to take a large circle around them. Kris and his funny shaggy dog are now the angry mutt and the owner dude who can't handle his dog.
Kyle never really took orders from Kris, but as the time goes by, it is getting almost impossible to handle. Kris doesn't mind Kyle jumping on him at home. It's actually kind of endearing how Kyle stretches to lay over Kris on the couch, or how the dog gets a hard-on when it gets exited. Outside, it's becoming a problem. Without a warning, Kyle can start jumping on him and just doesn't stop. No order from Kris goes through. If Kyle manages to knock him over, it starts humping him earnestly, and how humiliating is that? Most of the time, though, Kris manages to just drag Kyle home, so it's not that bad.
It's Friday again. A porn Friday, not a call-to-mother Friday, which is even better. Kris has his newest rental, first time twinks the cover promised, and a bag full of take-out. Pizza for him, spaghetti and meatballs for Kyle.
Kris hurries with his food and then pops the DVD in, settling on the couch with lube and tissues. He kicks Kyle to the floor. Hopefully it doesn't start the fight over the sofa space.
On the screen the bigger guy promises to be gentle, but sinks right down into the young guy. It hurts, says the guy, his face red and his lips swollen. Kris sheds all his clothes. It feels sexy and almost daring, never mind that he is at his home with no-one watching.
Kris feels like he is in a mood for something better than a simple quick jerk off tonight. He reaches down and pushes one lube-slick finger to his ass, straight in. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't feel like anything other than weird. He bends his knees and steadies his feet on the couch's edge. With a better leverage, he pushes another finger in. Now it feels full, and good. He takes a stronger hold on his dick and stokes, experimenting. Would three fingers feel even better?
Lube, where is the lube? He reaches for it, but his abrupt move rouses Kyle. Shit. Not now. Kris has the time to halfway turn his back to Kyle when it jumps on him.
"Fuck! Kyle, down!" Like that would make any good. Kyle is ready to do it's thing, to turn and turn and step over him, poking, until Kris gives up and lets him to take over the sofa.
Kris slips to the floor. It's no use to start fighting with Kyle over the couch, he is naked and he wants to continue, damnit. Now, where was the lube?
He is retrieving the lube from under the sofa table when he hears Kyle jump from the couch again. Then he feels the familiar warm breath on his neck. Shit. Shit. Shit. He freezes when he feels Kyle start to hump against his backside. He really should turn to his back, crawl away, something. He doesn't.
Kris almost forgets how to breathe. It feels like his nerve endings are on fire. Kyle jumps on his back, searching leverage, and for seconds at a time pistons against his backside, against his buttocks, and then falls back down again.
Kris drops his head and moans. He is hard as hell. This is sick. But at least this feels something. He wants to feel something, anything.
Kris spreads out his knees, just a little. Kyle mounts him again and this time goes in. Then Kris really stops breathing for a second because the knob goes in too and oh lord it hurts.
Kyle keeps humping him, crazed, but the dog is now stuck. Kyle is strong and Kris just that hopes that it doesn't bite him on the neck. Kris feels pain tears running down his face. He grabs his dick again but then he needs his both hands for keeping from hitting the floor under Kyle's weight.
The dog grows anxious again and finally twists itself free, making Kris yelp. Kris rolls to his side. His muscles are cramping. He grabs his dick and jerks hard and fast. There is stuff leaking between his thighs. Finally Kris comes with a yell. His face is still wet. Kyle sniffs around in the hallway. It wants to go out.