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Written for the crack challenge at uke_society
This is like, Satan Crack. This is pure evil crack and shouldn't be read by . . . well, anyone really. It kind of disturbs me how easily it came to me. :P
Title: I am probably going to hell.
Rating: Very, very NC-17
Genre: Porn? Porn and extreme angsty-sadness.
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram, Yuuri/Conrad and a surprise pairing!
Summary: Wolfram probably should've realized something was up. Inspired by some of vain_chan's bits of fics she chose to share. Cause she writes porn so hot it's scalding.
"Wolfram," Yuuri's breath caught as he came and it was beautiful.
Even now, even on his hands and knees and unable to breathe a word of his admiration, it was impossible to deny.
It wasn't that he was incapable of saying what he thought of his master, it was that he knew better than to speak before being spoken to and would sooner break such a crucial rule before his master than he would cut off his own thumb.
But that didn't make Yuuri any less beautiful.
"You may not come," Yuuri said sharply, pulling out of Wolfram with a wet smack. That caught Wolfram's attention. He hadn't been allowed to come while getting fucked by his master for weeks, and the fact that it was even mentioned meant something was about to change.
He wasn't surprised when Yuuri reached forward and removed the tight ring at the base of his cock, but gasped at the sensation anyway.
"Do not come." He repeated sternly, gripping the thick brown collar that chafed his neck and declared him as Yuuri's for all who decided to look. "Not yet."
He nodded earnestly, his stomach twisting in anticipation, his hands and thighs practically twitching in expectancy.
"Conrad, get over here. Show my kitten how well you can fuck."
His stomach dropped.
When Yuuri had approached Wolfram months ago, declared his love and eternal devotion, he probably should've suspected something was up. But it was what he had longed for, what he needed. Even if it is fake, he'd rationalized at the time, I'm sure I can make him mean it. At least he's trying to be a proper husband.
But how could he have known he would soon visit Conrad, and Gwendal and Gunter with the same declaration? How could he have known the lengths Yuuri would require him to go, the obedience, the levels of submission? That something dark, evil, had taken over their maou's mind and by the time anyone realized it, it would be far too late.
So he waited meekly as he felt his older brother settle behind him, panted like he knew Yuuri wanted to hear, cried out incoherently with each thrust and squealed as he came, and tried his best to pretend he didn't feel the tears falling on his back.
This is like, Satan Crack. This is pure evil crack and shouldn't be read by . . . well, anyone really. It kind of disturbs me how easily it came to me. :P
Title: I am probably going to hell.
Rating: Very, very NC-17
Genre: Porn? Porn and extreme angsty-sadness.
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram, Yuuri/Conrad and a surprise pairing!
Summary: Wolfram probably should've realized something was up. Inspired by some of vain_chan's bits of fics she chose to share. Cause she writes porn so hot it's scalding.
"Wolfram," Yuuri's breath caught as he came and it was beautiful.
Even now, even on his hands and knees and unable to breathe a word of his admiration, it was impossible to deny.
It wasn't that he was incapable of saying what he thought of his master, it was that he knew better than to speak before being spoken to and would sooner break such a crucial rule before his master than he would cut off his own thumb.
But that didn't make Yuuri any less beautiful.
"You may not come," Yuuri said sharply, pulling out of Wolfram with a wet smack. That caught Wolfram's attention. He hadn't been allowed to come while getting fucked by his master for weeks, and the fact that it was even mentioned meant something was about to change.
He wasn't surprised when Yuuri reached forward and removed the tight ring at the base of his cock, but gasped at the sensation anyway.
"Do not come." He repeated sternly, gripping the thick brown collar that chafed his neck and declared him as Yuuri's for all who decided to look. "Not yet."
He nodded earnestly, his stomach twisting in anticipation, his hands and thighs practically twitching in expectancy.
"Conrad, get over here. Show my kitten how well you can fuck."
His stomach dropped.
When Yuuri had approached Wolfram months ago, declared his love and eternal devotion, he probably should've suspected something was up. But it was what he had longed for, what he needed. Even if it is fake, he'd rationalized at the time, I'm sure I can make him mean it. At least he's trying to be a proper husband.
But how could he have known he would soon visit Conrad, and Gwendal and Gunter with the same declaration? How could he have known the lengths Yuuri would require him to go, the obedience, the levels of submission? That something dark, evil, had taken over their maou's mind and by the time anyone realized it, it would be far too late.
So he waited meekly as he felt his older brother settle behind him, panted like he knew Yuuri wanted to hear, cried out incoherently with each thrust and squealed as he came, and tried his best to pretend he didn't feel the tears falling on his back.