He's the One (Sing Along) 2/4?
anonymous
September 17 2010, 23:54:14 UTC
He was silenced as Arthur quickly closed the distance between them and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Arthur was slightly shorter, but damn if he didn’t have presence, and at that moment the fury that was plain as day on his face actually scared Alfred a little. Just a little.
“If you ever say another word about my family, I will kill you. I will fucking kill you, do you understand?” Arthur said in a dangerous tone, and Alfred noticed that he was literally shaking with rage.
Rather than agree, Alfred scowled and shoved Arthur roughly off him. “You can’t tell me what to do!”
Arthur stumbled backwards and nearly fell over on top of one of the desks as a result, and he looked momentarily bewildered before he quickly caught himself and launched himself forward at Alfred. Alfred didn’t even have a chance to blink before he was wildly attacked by Arthur. A first everything was a blur of fists and slamming each other against the wall and into desks, and they were almost certainly going to attract the attention of lingering students, teachers or janitors, but then suddenly Arthur’s mouth was on his and they were kissing, rough and bruising, and tearing at each other’s hair. Arthur ground his hips against Alfred’s, and Alfred broke the kiss in a bewildered gasp. What the fuck just happened? was all he could think.
But damn if he didn’t suddenly want Arthur, dyed hair, piercings, dark and torn clothing, beaten body and all. The fight to harm suddenly became something else altogether as Arthur pulled him back into another rough kiss and they started tearing impatiently at each other’s clothing. He was going to fuck Arthur Kirkland, his mind parsed. He wanted to fuck Arthur Kirkland.
He soon found, however, that he wasn’t the one in control of the situation. He was being backed up towards the lab tables, and Arthur swept his arm over one of them, knocking beakers and test tubes off the surface and shoving Alfred back against it. Alfred groaned as his back painfully connected and he was pushed backwards into an awkward angle against the lab table.
“I knew it. You really like it like this, don’t you, Jones? Is this what you do in the showers after your games?” Arthur said as he started biting at Alfred’s neck, and Alfred squirmed underneath him, trying to use his larger stature and greater strength to assert himself. Arthur merely adjusted himself, using the angle and leverage to maintain the upper hand.
“I’m going to fuck you, Jones,” Arthur said very matter-of-factly, and Alfred would never admit out loud how Arthur’s accent and hoarse tone turned him on more at that moment than anything else ever had.
He wasn’t done fighting yet, though. As Arthur dipped his head to nip at his neck again, Alfred used the opportunity to bite sharply down on Arthur’s ear, earning a taste of metal from the rings there.
“Fuck,” Arthur hissed and snapped backwards away from Alfred, who smiled triumphantly.
“Nope, I’m going to fuck you, Kirkland,” Alfred said as he hoisted himself off the lab table and made a move to muscle Arthur into submission. He yelped as Arthur nimbly moved out of the way and slammed Alfred forward against one of the desks. He swore under his breath as Arthur leaned over him to whisper in his ear.
“It’s much better this way, don’t you think? Alfred F. Jones, the school’s most beloved student, at the mercy of a ‘fuck-up’ like myself,” Arthur said, his tone smooth and calm, and Alfred let out a gasp as Arthur’s hand drifted down to his crotch and lightly stroked there.
“Fuck you, you asshole,” Alfred gasped and tried in vain to buck his hips against Arthur’s touch.
He's the One (Sing Along) 3/4
anonymous
September 17 2010, 23:55:01 UTC
“That’s for me to decide,” Arthur replied, and Alfred swore he could hear the smirk in his voice, even if he couldn’t see it. At that point he didn’t really care if Arthur fucked him, just so long as he could get off somehow. Arthur’s hand mercilessly ceased its stroking, but then his jeans were being pulled down along with his boxers and his cock was exposed against the cooler air of the classroom. His hand unconsciously drifted down to take care of that problem, but it was immediately slapped away by Arthur.
“Don’t even try, Jones,” Arthur said, his tone leaving no room for argument, and Alfred swore again as he heard Arthur taking off his own pants. Shortly after Arthur’s fingers appeared in his line of vision and he blinked at them.
“Suck,” Arthur commanded and Alfred tried to lift his head to stare incredulously at him, only to have it slammed back down against the desk.
“Suck,” Arthur repeated, and Alfred mumbled about what a complete and utter asshole Arthur was under his breath, but he took the fingers in his mouth regardless. If Arthur wanted his fingers sucked, he’d suck his fingers, all right. He made it as sloppy and lewd as possible, and was rewarded with Arthur twitching slightly. He smiled to himself, but then the fingers were retracted.
“You have experience, Jones?” Arthur asked as if he didn’t believe that such a thing was possible.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Alfred replied, then abruptly spasmed and clutched at the desk as the fingers he’d been sucking on were suddenly at his ass. Arthur pushed one of them inside and Alfred squeezed his eyes shut. It was weird. Not painful, but weird. He’d only had sex with one girl before, and that was only a few times. He had no experience with this sort of thing.
“I didn’t think so,” Arthur replied and pushed in another finger. Alfred squirmed as both digits were moved around, stretching him abnormally, and then he let out a pained noise as a third finger was added. He supposed he should have been grateful that Arthur even thought to attempt to prepare him, but the whole thing was so uncomfortable that he just hated Arthur even more than ever.
“Relax,” Arthur said, but not in a soothing way. It was another command, and Alfred soon knew why. The fingers were removed, and he heard Arthur spit into his hands, then there was the sound of flesh against flesh. He parsed what was going on just as Arthur starting pressing into him.
Then it hurt. It wasn’t at all like having sex with a girl, when it was easy. This was being stretched abnormally and taking something in his body where things were only supposed to go out. It was painful and he tensed up. Arthur abruptly stopped pushing in his cock, and Alfred wondered if he’d noticed that things weren’t going the way he’d planned. Somehow the thought really pissed him off, and he tried to relax himself as he’d been told to do, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes, then he opened them again.
“Going soft? Just fuck me,” Alfred gasped and tried to look over his shoulder again.
There was another moment’s pause, and Alfred was about to say it again, but it was cut off as Arthur started thrusting roughly into him. It was definitely painful, but Alfred wasn’t going to give Arthur the satisfaction of knowing that it hurt like a bitch. It was probably what he wanted. To hurt him.
He's the One (Sing Along) 4/4
anonymous
September 17 2010, 23:55:38 UTC
“Do you like this, Jones?” Arthur asked breathlessly as he continued his rough rhythm. He leaned forward and cupped Alfred’s jaw with one hand, tilting it to the side so they could look at each other.
“Fuck you,” Alfred finally replied, equally breathless. He clawed at the desk again as Arthur’s cock suddenly hit something in him that nearly made him cry out, but he bit down on his lip sharply enough to draw blood before the noise could escape.
He sucked on his lip as Arthur continued to hit that spot over and over, and the pain was nothing compared to how good it felt. He continued to clutch at the desk as Arthur leaned over him, thrusting deeper and deeper and gasping near Alfred’s ear. Just when Alfred thought his head couldn’t overload with sensation anymore than it already was, Arthur’s hand finally brushed against his cock, and then he did cry out.
Arthur’s breathless laugh as he pumped Alfred’s cock was full of triumph, but Alfred didn’t care anymore. He’d be pissed off later. At that moment he was just so close to his release that he keened and bucked his hips to get more of Arthur. Arthur’s hand, Arthur’s cock. It didn’t matter. He bit down on his hand as his orgasm took him by surprise, and he was grateful for the desk beneath him, because he was pretty sure he lost consciousness for a moment.
When he came to himself, Arthur was leaning heavily against his back, and he realized that Arthur’s cum was dripping out of his ass. Disgusting.
“You better be clean,” Alfred finally said as he caught his breath.
“I believe I’m clean,” Arthur replied, and Alfred could hear the smirk in his voice again. This time as he pushed Arthur off of him, Arthur easily fell away. Alfred scowled as he tried to clean himself up as best he could.
“You’re really a sick asshole, you know that?” Alfred snapped as Arthur stood up. In that brief moment as Arthur climbed to his feet, Alfred was suddenly struck with the realization that Arthur seemed very…small. He always carried himself like he was a tough guy who didn’t take any shit from anyone, but he really wasn’t. He was just a kid like everyone else in that school.
“So what does it say about you that you enjoyed it?” Arthur replied, and any revelations Alfred had about him were swept away. Alfred threw a textbook from a nearby desk at Arthur’s head, and didn’t pause to see if it hit its intended target as he haphazardly pulled on his clothes.
“Next time you’ll be at my mercy,” Alfred growled as he grabbed his backpack and stormed out the door. As he stomped down the hallway, he abruptly stopped as he realized what he’d just said. Next time. As though there was going to be a next time.
Alfred wrinkled his nose and allowed himself the acceptance that he’d indeed enjoyed what had happened, but he refused to believe that he’d be willing to do it again, even if the roles were reversed and he was the one fucking Arthur against a desk.
So instead he readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and wondered how much pain he’d be in later and if it would ruin his plans for the weekend as he left the school. As he climbed in his car and drove away, he didn’t notice the figure in the chemistry room watching him leave.
Re: He's the One (Sing Along) 4/4
anonymous
September 18 2010, 00:45:48 UTC
...Earlier potential anon loves you, yes she does <3 *SQUEALS* That was beautiful to wake up to and I don't even know where to begin fangirling, so I'll just leave it at *MULTIPLE SQUEES OVER DELINQUENT ARTHUR* <3
OP just died of happiness (and loss of blood)
anonymous
September 18 2010, 08:29:29 UTC
author!anon you just made my day! that was AWESOME! >0< rly, exactly what I wanted, delinquent!arthur is unbearably hot! +squeals+ OP is so happy that her request was filled so awesomely and so fast, author!anon I love you! --OP is at loss of any other words that could describe her happiness--
how about a sequel? <3 OP would rly like to see Alfred's revenge and more delicious!hatesex because author!anon did such a good job and OP wants to die twice of happiness xD
Re: OP just died of happiness (and loss of blood)
anonymous
September 18 2010, 09:20:16 UTC
Sequel seconded like you won't believe!
I really liked how you managed to squeeze some backstory in at the beginning - it wasn't drawn out, and it didn't need to be, but it gave everyone, especially Arthur, just so much more depth. I'd love to see a sequel that expands on this, maybe with a few other characters, like Mattie or Ivan or Francis, or maybe Kiku?
“If you ever say another word about my family, I will kill you. I will fucking kill you, do you understand?” Arthur said in a dangerous tone, and Alfred noticed that he was literally shaking with rage.
Rather than agree, Alfred scowled and shoved Arthur roughly off him. “You can’t tell me what to do!”
Arthur stumbled backwards and nearly fell over on top of one of the desks as a result, and he looked momentarily bewildered before he quickly caught himself and launched himself forward at Alfred. Alfred didn’t even have a chance to blink before he was wildly attacked by Arthur. A first everything was a blur of fists and slamming each other against the wall and into desks, and they were almost certainly going to attract the attention of lingering students, teachers or janitors, but then suddenly Arthur’s mouth was on his and they were kissing, rough and bruising, and tearing at each other’s hair. Arthur ground his hips against Alfred’s, and Alfred broke the kiss in a bewildered gasp. What the fuck just happened? was all he could think.
But damn if he didn’t suddenly want Arthur, dyed hair, piercings, dark and torn clothing, beaten body and all. The fight to harm suddenly became something else altogether as Arthur pulled him back into another rough kiss and they started tearing impatiently at each other’s clothing. He was going to fuck Arthur Kirkland, his mind parsed. He wanted to fuck Arthur Kirkland.
He soon found, however, that he wasn’t the one in control of the situation. He was being backed up towards the lab tables, and Arthur swept his arm over one of them, knocking beakers and test tubes off the surface and shoving Alfred back against it. Alfred groaned as his back painfully connected and he was pushed backwards into an awkward angle against the lab table.
“I knew it. You really like it like this, don’t you, Jones? Is this what you do in the showers after your games?” Arthur said as he started biting at Alfred’s neck, and Alfred squirmed underneath him, trying to use his larger stature and greater strength to assert himself. Arthur merely adjusted himself, using the angle and leverage to maintain the upper hand.
“I’m going to fuck you, Jones,” Arthur said very matter-of-factly, and Alfred would never admit out loud how Arthur’s accent and hoarse tone turned him on more at that moment than anything else ever had.
He wasn’t done fighting yet, though. As Arthur dipped his head to nip at his neck again, Alfred used the opportunity to bite sharply down on Arthur’s ear, earning a taste of metal from the rings there.
“Fuck,” Arthur hissed and snapped backwards away from Alfred, who smiled triumphantly.
“Nope, I’m going to fuck you, Kirkland,” Alfred said as he hoisted himself off the lab table and made a move to muscle Arthur into submission. He yelped as Arthur nimbly moved out of the way and slammed Alfred forward against one of the desks. He swore under his breath as Arthur leaned over him to whisper in his ear.
“It’s much better this way, don’t you think? Alfred F. Jones, the school’s most beloved student, at the mercy of a ‘fuck-up’ like myself,” Arthur said, his tone smooth and calm, and Alfred let out a gasp as Arthur’s hand drifted down to his crotch and lightly stroked there.
“Fuck you, you asshole,” Alfred gasped and tried in vain to buck his hips against Arthur’s touch.
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“Don’t even try, Jones,” Arthur said, his tone leaving no room for argument, and Alfred swore again as he heard Arthur taking off his own pants. Shortly after Arthur’s fingers appeared in his line of vision and he blinked at them.
“Suck,” Arthur commanded and Alfred tried to lift his head to stare incredulously at him, only to have it slammed back down against the desk.
“Suck,” Arthur repeated, and Alfred mumbled about what a complete and utter asshole Arthur was under his breath, but he took the fingers in his mouth regardless. If Arthur wanted his fingers sucked, he’d suck his fingers, all right. He made it as sloppy and lewd as possible, and was rewarded with Arthur twitching slightly. He smiled to himself, but then the fingers were retracted.
“You have experience, Jones?” Arthur asked as if he didn’t believe that such a thing was possible.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Alfred replied, then abruptly spasmed and clutched at the desk as the fingers he’d been sucking on were suddenly at his ass. Arthur pushed one of them inside and Alfred squeezed his eyes shut. It was weird. Not painful, but weird. He’d only had sex with one girl before, and that was only a few times. He had no experience with this sort of thing.
“I didn’t think so,” Arthur replied and pushed in another finger. Alfred squirmed as both digits were moved around, stretching him abnormally, and then he let out a pained noise as a third finger was added. He supposed he should have been grateful that Arthur even thought to attempt to prepare him, but the whole thing was so uncomfortable that he just hated Arthur even more than ever.
“Relax,” Arthur said, but not in a soothing way. It was another command, and Alfred soon knew why. The fingers were removed, and he heard Arthur spit into his hands, then there was the sound of flesh against flesh. He parsed what was going on just as Arthur starting pressing into him.
Then it hurt. It wasn’t at all like having sex with a girl, when it was easy. This was being stretched abnormally and taking something in his body where things were only supposed to go out. It was painful and he tensed up. Arthur abruptly stopped pushing in his cock, and Alfred wondered if he’d noticed that things weren’t going the way he’d planned. Somehow the thought really pissed him off, and he tried to relax himself as he’d been told to do, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes, then he opened them again.
“Going soft? Just fuck me,” Alfred gasped and tried to look over his shoulder again.
There was another moment’s pause, and Alfred was about to say it again, but it was cut off as Arthur started thrusting roughly into him. It was definitely painful, but Alfred wasn’t going to give Arthur the satisfaction of knowing that it hurt like a bitch. It was probably what he wanted. To hurt him.
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“Fuck you,” Alfred finally replied, equally breathless. He clawed at the desk again as Arthur’s cock suddenly hit something in him that nearly made him cry out, but he bit down on his lip sharply enough to draw blood before the noise could escape.
He sucked on his lip as Arthur continued to hit that spot over and over, and the pain was nothing compared to how good it felt. He continued to clutch at the desk as Arthur leaned over him, thrusting deeper and deeper and gasping near Alfred’s ear. Just when Alfred thought his head couldn’t overload with sensation anymore than it already was, Arthur’s hand finally brushed against his cock, and then he did cry out.
Arthur’s breathless laugh as he pumped Alfred’s cock was full of triumph, but Alfred didn’t care anymore. He’d be pissed off later. At that moment he was just so close to his release that he keened and bucked his hips to get more of Arthur. Arthur’s hand, Arthur’s cock. It didn’t matter. He bit down on his hand as his orgasm took him by surprise, and he was grateful for the desk beneath him, because he was pretty sure he lost consciousness for a moment.
When he came to himself, Arthur was leaning heavily against his back, and he realized that Arthur’s cum was dripping out of his ass. Disgusting.
“You better be clean,” Alfred finally said as he caught his breath.
“I believe I’m clean,” Arthur replied, and Alfred could hear the smirk in his voice again. This time as he pushed Arthur off of him, Arthur easily fell away. Alfred scowled as he tried to clean himself up as best he could.
“You’re really a sick asshole, you know that?” Alfred snapped as Arthur stood up. In that brief moment as Arthur climbed to his feet, Alfred was suddenly struck with the realization that Arthur seemed very…small. He always carried himself like he was a tough guy who didn’t take any shit from anyone, but he really wasn’t. He was just a kid like everyone else in that school.
“So what does it say about you that you enjoyed it?” Arthur replied, and any revelations Alfred had about him were swept away. Alfred threw a textbook from a nearby desk at Arthur’s head, and didn’t pause to see if it hit its intended target as he haphazardly pulled on his clothes.
“Next time you’ll be at my mercy,” Alfred growled as he grabbed his backpack and stormed out the door. As he stomped down the hallway, he abruptly stopped as he realized what he’d just said. Next time. As though there was going to be a next time.
Alfred wrinkled his nose and allowed himself the acceptance that he’d indeed enjoyed what had happened, but he refused to believe that he’d be willing to do it again, even if the roles were reversed and he was the one fucking Arthur against a desk.
So instead he readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and wondered how much pain he’d be in later and if it would ruin his plans for the weekend as he left the school. As he climbed in his car and drove away, he didn’t notice the figure in the chemistry room watching him leave.
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rly, exactly what I wanted, delinquent!arthur is unbearably hot! +squeals+
OP is so happy that her request was filled so awesomely and so fast, author!anon I love you!
--OP is at loss of any other words that could describe her happiness--
how about a sequel? <3 OP would rly like to see Alfred's revenge and more delicious!hatesex because author!anon did such a good job and OP wants to die twice of happiness xD
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I really liked how you managed to squeeze some backstory in at the beginning - it wasn't drawn out, and it didn't need to be, but it gave everyone, especially Arthur, just so much more depth. I'd love to see a sequel that expands on this, maybe with a few other characters, like Mattie or Ivan or Francis, or maybe Kiku?
You seem somewhat familiar.
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