Elastic people [44/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 09:25:49 UTC
Alfred stalks up to the desk, trying to ebb, trying to calm this feeling that’s raging, flinging itself against the cavern of his chest.
“I have no intention of leaving the student council, Arthur.”
Stops writing, “If you don’t resign yourself, I’ll just have to do it for you-”
“No, you won’t.”
Standing up, “I will!”
Alfred has rounded to the front of the desk where Arthur is sitting, grabs his arms, pulls- “Then! If you think you can-” Alfred is yelling furiously, Arthur’s voice rising to meet it-
“Oh I can! I have the power, who do you think is president of this student council? Who do you think has been working here three school years in a row? Who do you think the principal will believe, your word, over mine? A student who hasn’t even been here a year? No Alfred, if I resign you myself for being stupid, lazy, and useless it is the truth!”
The truth, the truth, always that damn truth- it was always getting in the way! He didn’t need it, doesn’t need it if it’s as useless as a pack of lies, if it means-
“Arthur,” his hands gripping at both of Arthur’s arms, he’s sure it hurts now, bones creaking with how hard his fingers grasp- Arthur is grinding his teeth against the other, glaring at him venomously- “If you even so much as think that threatening me is going to-”
“Arthur,” Alfred says once more, a warning, Arthur shuts up whether he wanted to or not not up for debate as Alfred urges forward, do not turn back, the best actor will win- “Am I that useless? Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do for you-”
“Bribery isn’t going to work either, Alfred. You’re supposed to be here for the use of the student council not just its president-”
“-yes, but if I’m useful to you the head of the council doesn’t that means I’m being useful to the council itself?”
Alfred watches as Arthur’s expression becomes increasingly conflicted. He’s looking everywhere but Alfred right now, forehead close to touching his shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
He bends forward, pressing his hair up against Arthur’s lips, feels him try to rear back, as if brushed by wild fire. Struggling- (“Unhand me!”) Alfred pressing his hand over Arthur’s thigh, remembering how he’d felt at that time, when Arthur had done so to him… had that been a lie? Arthur’s actions? Had what he’d been feeling, false? Alfred cannot help but start to think that truth is doesn’t matter as much any longer, when all he wants is-
“If you let me stay, it’ll be beneficial to you.”
A little more pressure, a squeeze, Arthur’s breath has an edge of hysteria to it as Alfred tells him, set, he decided he’d- “If you let me stay, I’ll suck you off whenever you want. Just think, having the person you hate the most degraded in the worst possible way by giving you pleasure-”
Scratching, ripping, clawing his way, “No! Let me go! I don’t have to listen to this sick-”
“-you can do whatever you like, you can come in my mouth, make me swallow- come all over my face and not let me clean it off- whatever you-”
Breaks free just enough to bring them face to face, Alfred’s voice lost when he sees Arthur’s eyes, rabid and needy, fingers imbedded into his shoulders it seems, coming to grip up around his neck, was this a lie too? Was this the truth?
Elastic people [45/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 09:30:03 UTC
“Get on with it,” snappish, Alfred gives Arthur one last angry look, before he ducks down, puts Arthur’s cock in his mouth, hand fisting at the base- doesn’t’ take much he finds, Arthur is gritting his teeth again, trying not to moan when Alfred sucks harder, lets him thrust faster- deeper- Arthur’s whole body is curling around Alfred’s head, cradles it as his hands keep twisting relentlessly through his hair. Alfred trying his best not to think about what he’s doing, what he’s doing to Arthur who’s mouthing something against his hair now- sucks harder, teeth catching, Arthur can’t help the groan that escapes him then- urging Alfred down, harder till-
-filling his mouth; Arthur tugs his chin up, looking, staring, that emotionless mask back in place. Alfred refuses to be beat, swallows before Arthur can even say (what’s at the tip of his tongue, I’ll never let you say another word again-) that mask chips.
Arthur grabs at the back of his neck, crashing his lips down over Alfred’s-
Oh.
Sputtering, Alfred bites at Arthur’s lips, tongue, enraged- “I didn’t say I’d kiss you!”
Arthur not letting go, won’t can’t- his hand falls, starts to tuck himself in, buttons up his pants. Looking dazedly at Alfred, and Alfred can’t help but see the same question in Arthur’s eyes, the same one he’d been asking himself over and over ever since that night, Christmas.
How did it come to this?
Reaches up, kisses Arthur softly back, watching those green eyes (lighter lighter, than on the morning of New Year’s…) widen, focus.
Arthur cautiously, frightened. Cupping at Alfred’s face, I can’t I can’t I can’tin the very structure of Arthur’s body, his limbs, and is not obeyed. Alfred doesn’t question it any more. Kisses Alfred again, Alfred sucks at Arthur’s bottom lip, if he is not sure what is a lie now, what is a truth now. Then nothing matters, nothing matters so long as he’s the better actor.
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They fall back into place.
Just not in the original positions.
Francis’s burn heals (kitchen accident it’d been), Veronique no longer need fret over them. Doesn’t slap his hands away. Paper work piles up, is completed. Mailed. Snow melts, and though it’s still winter it’ll look like spring soon.
Yao won’t let Kiku use the photography room anymore, and Mei tells her thick browed brother Hong that he needs a better hobby than boxing if he wants to survive. Students slave over schoolwork, neglect, over achieve, and the tuna casserole that’s served on Thursday for lunch is burnt as always.
It’s different. It’s not.
Courteous, like strangers, when they do council work, bump into each other in the hall.
But when no one is looking, like at the back of the library, the second floor maybe, Arthur will push him up against an old bookcase he’s sure no one’s checked books out since the 40’s, tell him to be quiet, will sometimes have to cover his mouth- Alfred knows Arthur feels he has to, as he moves clothes, or removes it, positions it differently, his long fingers sliding over Alfred’s hips as he presses his cock against Alfred’s backside, slide in- out- always this. Once under the bleachers, Alfred on his knees in the dirt- in the locker room, under the showers Arthur had even turned on the water-
-over his desk, again, in the student council room.
Like this, always-
Because now they’re strangers.
Actors, Alfred thinks, for how else would he be able to bear that I hate you. As long as he’s not himself it’s fine.
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TBC… it will get less depressing soon I swear I swear I’m so sorry. *tomatoes thrown*
Elastic people [44-2/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 09:45:44 UTC
SKIPPED THIS. sorry!
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Releases Arthur from his grip, Arthur is propping himself up against the desk, the windows- there’s no-
“Are you going to do it or not?”
You’re the one who’s the liar, Alfred!
Alfred gets down on his knees, cursing himself under his breath as his fingers shake when he tries to undo the buttons of Arthur’s pants, Arthur running his fingers over those hands, feeling them. Alfred shudders- manages, places his hand down Arthur’s underwear and pulls out his erection, sharply breathing in at how hard Arthur already was- this with Arthur’s he’s never- (has he?) Arthur’s hands fisting in his hair twisting.
Re: Elastic people [44-2/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 10:14:35 UTC
bawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwanon!!!! ;____; I can't get enough of this story. Thank you THANK YOU for updating so frequently, it makes it even more tense because as soon as I'm getting over what happened in one update there's ANOTHER update to bring it back again...
Re: Elastic people [44-2/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 10:53:05 UTC
Ditto the other anons! No one's certainly complaining with your speedy updates. *__* It makes me look forward to going home. :)) Ah, I love how more twisted and more painful this is becoming. Oh Arthur, when would you tell? Alfred is so close to remembering already (and the part where he thought Arthur resembled their mom! Brilliant.). It's inevitable. It's obvious that Alfred doesn't have the ability to stay away from Arthur no matter how much Arthur pushes him away and neither can Arthur even with all his efforts. Ahaha, even going as far to threaten evicting Alfred from the student council? And the rebellious Alfred we all love is surfacing. He's not going to leave Arthur without finding out why Arthur's like that to him. Ohhh I'm now on the edge of my seat, waiting impatiently for what's going to happen next!
Re: Elastic people [44-2/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 21:04:51 UTC
Oh god. this is sooooo WTF I just can't stop reading. Alfred please for the love of us readers stop torturing us with your obliviousness and find out! Omg omg omfg. I really feel the pain for Arthur, loving someone and yet forced to hate him orz orz
“I have no intention of leaving the student council, Arthur.”
Stops writing, “If you don’t resign yourself, I’ll just have to do it for you-”
“No, you won’t.”
Standing up, “I will!”
Alfred has rounded to the front of the desk where Arthur is sitting, grabs his arms, pulls- “Then! If you think you can-” Alfred is yelling furiously, Arthur’s voice rising to meet it-
“Oh I can! I have the power, who do you think is president of this student council? Who do you think has been working here three school years in a row? Who do you think the principal will believe, your word, over mine? A student who hasn’t even been here a year? No Alfred, if I resign you myself for being stupid, lazy, and useless it is the truth!”
The truth, the truth, always that damn truth- it was always getting in the way! He didn’t need it, doesn’t need it if it’s as useless as a pack of lies, if it means-
“Arthur,” his hands gripping at both of Arthur’s arms, he’s sure it hurts now, bones creaking with how hard his fingers grasp- Arthur is grinding his teeth against the other, glaring at him venomously- “If you even so much as think that threatening me is going to-”
“Arthur,” Alfred says once more, a warning, Arthur shuts up whether he wanted to or not not up for debate as Alfred urges forward, do not turn back, the best actor will win- “Am I that useless? Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do for you-”
“Bribery isn’t going to work either, Alfred. You’re supposed to be here for the use of the student council not just its president-”
“-yes, but if I’m useful to you the head of the council doesn’t that means I’m being useful to the council itself?”
Alfred watches as Arthur’s expression becomes increasingly conflicted. He’s looking everywhere but Alfred right now, forehead close to touching his shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
He bends forward, pressing his hair up against Arthur’s lips, feels him try to rear back, as if brushed by wild fire. Struggling- (“Unhand me!”) Alfred pressing his hand over Arthur’s thigh, remembering how he’d felt at that time, when Arthur had done so to him… had that been a lie? Arthur’s actions? Had what he’d been feeling, false? Alfred cannot help but start to think that truth is doesn’t matter as much any longer, when all he wants is-
“If you let me stay, it’ll be beneficial to you.”
A little more pressure, a squeeze, Arthur’s breath has an edge of hysteria to it as Alfred tells him, set, he decided he’d- “If you let me stay, I’ll suck you off whenever you want. Just think, having the person you hate the most degraded in the worst possible way by giving you pleasure-”
Scratching, ripping, clawing his way, “No! Let me go! I don’t have to listen to this sick-”
“-you can do whatever you like, you can come in my mouth, make me swallow- come all over my face and not let me clean it off- whatever you-”
Breaks free just enough to bring them face to face, Alfred’s voice lost when he sees Arthur’s eyes, rabid and needy, fingers imbedded into his shoulders it seems, coming to grip up around his neck, was this a lie too? Was this the truth?
“Now! Now then! Or are you just bluffing?!”
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-filling his mouth; Arthur tugs his chin up, looking, staring, that emotionless mask back in place. Alfred refuses to be beat, swallows before Arthur can even say (what’s at the tip of his tongue, I’ll never let you say another word again-) that mask chips.
Arthur grabs at the back of his neck, crashing his lips down over Alfred’s-
Oh.
Sputtering, Alfred bites at Arthur’s lips, tongue, enraged- “I didn’t say I’d kiss you!”
Arthur not letting go, won’t can’t- his hand falls, starts to tuck himself in, buttons up his pants. Looking dazedly at Alfred, and Alfred can’t help but see the same question in Arthur’s eyes, the same one he’d been asking himself over and over ever since that night, Christmas.
How did it come to this?
Reaches up, kisses Arthur softly back, watching those green eyes (lighter lighter, than on the morning of New Year’s…) widen, focus.
Arthur cautiously, frightened. Cupping at Alfred’s face, I can’t I can’t I can’tin the very structure of Arthur’s body, his limbs, and is not obeyed. Alfred doesn’t question it any more. Kisses Alfred again, Alfred sucks at Arthur’s bottom lip, if he is not sure what is a lie now, what is a truth now. Then nothing matters, nothing matters so long as he’s the better actor.
--
They fall back into place.
Just not in the original positions.
Francis’s burn heals (kitchen accident it’d been), Veronique no longer need fret over them. Doesn’t slap his hands away. Paper work piles up, is completed. Mailed. Snow melts, and though it’s still winter it’ll look like spring soon.
Yao won’t let Kiku use the photography room anymore, and Mei tells her thick browed brother Hong that he needs a better hobby than boxing if he wants to survive. Students slave over schoolwork, neglect, over achieve, and the tuna casserole that’s served on Thursday for lunch is burnt as always.
It’s different. It’s not.
Courteous, like strangers, when they do council work, bump into each other in the hall.
But when no one is looking, like at the back of the library, the second floor maybe, Arthur will push him up against an old bookcase he’s sure no one’s checked books out since the 40’s, tell him to be quiet, will sometimes have to cover his mouth- Alfred knows Arthur feels he has to, as he moves clothes, or removes it, positions it differently, his long fingers sliding over Alfred’s hips as he presses his cock against Alfred’s backside, slide in- out- always this. Once under the bleachers, Alfred on his knees in the dirt- in the locker room, under the showers Arthur had even turned on the water-
-over his desk, again, in the student council room.
Like this, always-
Because now they’re strangers.
Actors, Alfred thinks, for how else would he be able to bear that I hate you. As long as he’s not himself it’s fine.
--
TBC… it will get less depressing soon I swear I swear I’m so sorry. *tomatoes thrown*
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Releases Arthur from his grip, Arthur is propping himself up against the desk, the windows- there’s no-
“Are you going to do it or not?”
You’re the one who’s the liar, Alfred!
Alfred gets down on his knees, cursing himself under his breath as his fingers shake when he tries to undo the buttons of Arthur’s pants, Arthur running his fingers over those hands, feeling them. Alfred shudders- manages, places his hand down Arthur’s underwear and pulls out his erection, sharply breathing in at how hard Arthur already was- this with Arthur’s he’s never- (has he?) Arthur’s hands fisting in his hair twisting.
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I can't get enough of this story. Thank you THANK YOU for updating so frequently, it makes it even more tense because as soon as I'm getting over what happened in one update there's ANOTHER update to bring it back again...
SO GOOD ANON!
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I'll also tell Mrs. Jones to gtfo. D:<
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The story is soo sad now
It is not supposed to be like this TAT
Alfred, why can't you just figure out? TAT
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author deserves all my love here. oh my gawd.
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