[fic] The Things We Can't Control - Prologue
Title: The Things We Can't Control
Author:
prettyorianna
Pairing: Akame. Others to be added later.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: crime drama au
Beta by: my cat Gemma. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary: Two criminals with vastly different styles meet by chance one day. Can they work together or will they end up destroying each other?
Author's Note: Prologue's kind of short. Chapter One will be longer, but I can't post it till I suss things out with joatex over the consolation prize from the Uppity Pirates fic contest. Oh, and, no, I am not putting UP on hold. I'm alternating writing chapters between this new fic and that fic. I figure it's the best way to keep UP light and keep my focus (okay, I know it sounds weird that I would want to divide my attention in order to keep my focus, but trust me... this is what works for me LOL). Also... okay, the title of this fic sucks. Sorry. I wanted to name it after a criminal gang but I think I remember someone else has a fic titled "Kizuna" so I didn't want to have the same name. So I made the fic name the same as what I'd already named the prologue.
Warning: This gets graphic occasionally, containing at the very least foul language, character death, nefarious crimes, rape, etc etc.
The Master Posts:
On my journal - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_ Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the je_kamenashi Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the kattun_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the jin_fics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
Prologue ~The Things We Can't Control~
The man was glad he’d decided to do this.
The boy smiled up at him from his knees as he opened the man’s zipper slowly. Such a beautiful lad. Thin with a perfect face and a tempting mouth. Desire shot through him as the lad licked his lips to wet them before taking the man into his mouth.
Winding his fingers through the lad’s hair, the man took control, thrusting hard again and again into the boy’s hot cavern. And when the pleasure got to be too much, he came and the boy swallowed down every drop, licking his lips clean when the man pulled his shaft out finally.
“Can I do anything else for you?” the boy whispered seductively from his knees. “You know I’m happy to do anything that pleases you…” Running his hands down his bare chest teasingly, he continued, “I know I can make you hard again, as many times as you want, until you’re completely… satisfied…”
And with the intensity of the lad’s gaze and the sultriness of his voice, the man had no problem believing it.
“Is that so? Show me!”
Gesturing towards a comfortable-looking chair against the wall opposite the bed, the lad smiled again and said, “Sit, then.”
As the man sat down in the chair, the boy crawled onto the bed. “Just watch me…” in that same erotic voice. He couldn’t help but swallow hard as he watched the lad stick two fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them just like he had done to the man’s shaft a few moments earlier. His other hand traveled slowly down his chest, down further and further until he was able to curl it around his own member.
The boy’s eyes never left him, not even when he finally took his fingers out of his mouth and turned his body a bit. He started to massage his entrance gently.
“Please, sir, I want to finger-fuck myself while I wait for you… Please let me…”
God, this was all so hot. The man had to admit, he hadn’t thought it was possible so soon but he found himself getting hard again. It wasn’t that the man hadn’t seen slutty behavior like that before because he had. But with someone so breathtakingly beautiful, this was just… incredibly arousing. “S-sure.”
With a loud moan, the lad shoved both fingers in to the hilt. He turned a bit more so the man could see it better, setting a fast rhythm, shamelessly moaning and whimpering as he touched himself.
“Please, sir, I’m… ahn… so close. I need your cock buried deep inside my tight hole! Please, sir!”
And it was finally too much. He had to have the boy, now! Quickly he rose to his feet, crossing the room to the bed. Apparently realizing this, the lad removed his fingers, moving his hand out of the way.
Just in time, too. The man push into him hard. “Hands flat on the wall, slut.”
“Yes, sir,” the lad moaned, complying. “Ahh… f-faster. Faster!” he begged between moans.
So the man sped up, taking him as fast and hard as he possibly could while the boy screamed in pleasure. Under normal circumstances, he’d worry about the volume level but he’d been assured the door and windows were soundproof.
Things went much like that for the next hour and a half. But after the second round (third, if you counted the blow job), the man realized he would miss his flight if he didn’t leave.
But if he was ever back in town, he would definitely be coming back.
Definitely.
+++
The lad watched the man dress and leave, but didn’t let the seductive smile drop until he was sure the door was closed and the man wouldn’t be coming back.
He barely made it to the small bathroom before what little was in his stomach came up. Crawling away from the bathroom, he reached underneath the bed and pulled out the stuffed animal he’d hidden away, clutching it like a lifeline.
He thought he’d be used to it all by now, but it still made him sick every time. He felt so dirty and wrong and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t have a choice. He had to let those men take him, to do whatever he had to in order to make them stay as long as possible. He had to hide his disgust behind seductive smiles and enticing words. Otherwise…
The door to the bedroom swung open, slamming against the wall. He barely had time to shove the toy back under the bed and scramble up to sit on the edge of the bed before his father came through the door.
“An hour and a half? That’s the best you could do, you stupid slut?” Oh, god, he sounded so mad…
Panicked, the boy tried to explain, “It wasn’t my fault, papa! He had a flight! He had to leave. Please, it wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t…”
Grabbing him by the arm, his father jerked him up from the bed and threw him hard at the dresser, shouting, “That’s no excuse! If you’d done what you were supposed to do, he’d have rescheduled the damn flight!”
The boy cried out at the pain as he hit the dresser, sinking down to collapse on the floor. Two solid kicks to his midsection left him coughing and gasping for breath.
Sobbing, the boy curled up defensively, shielding his face with his hands. “Papa, I tried! I…”
Delivering one last kick, his father shouted, “Not hard enough!” He stormed out of the room, his parting shot being, “No supper!”
Then the door was closed and locked.
Forcing himself to stand up despite the pain from the kicks, he ran to the door and started to pound on it with his palm. Shouting, he begged, “No, please! I did my best! I’m so hungry… Papa, please! PLEASE, PAPA! PLEASE!” but he finally just broke, sliding back to the ground. He was sobbing once more, his forehead resting on the locked door.
“Please…” he whispered one last time, for all the good it did him.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this. He had to get away, far away, where his father would never find him and where there wouldn’t be any more men coming to his room to steal away another piece of his childhood. He was fifteen now; he should be in high school… not here, not doing this!
He had to escape somehow and it had to be soon…
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The story continues:
Chapter 01 ~Another Day at the Bank~
A/N: Yeah, that prologue sucks. No, I don't mean the writing sucks. I mean the events are sucky things to have happen. Chapter one is much funnier, lighter... though this will be a pretty dark story (if that isn't obvious from the prologue LOL).
I'm not 100% satisfied with this. Mostly because of the beginning being from the point of view of some generic guy, with neither he nor the boy being identified. I think the first paragraph or so, it's hard to tell whether it's from the man or the boy's perspective. But as it goes on, I think it becomes a little clearer that it's the man's perspective so finally I decided to just stop rewriting it and put it as is. So everything above the +++ is the guy's perspective.
Anyway, my next update will be Uppity Pirates and then after that I will have chapter one for this, alternating like that.
Author:
prettyorianna
Pairing: Akame. Others to be added later.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: crime drama au
Beta by: my cat Gemma. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary: Two criminals with vastly different styles meet by chance one day. Can they work together or will they end up destroying each other?
Author's Note: Prologue's kind of short. Chapter One will be longer, but I can't post it till I suss things out with joatex over the consolation prize from the Uppity Pirates fic contest. Oh, and, no, I am not putting UP on hold. I'm alternating writing chapters between this new fic and that fic. I figure it's the best way to keep UP light and keep my focus (okay, I know it sounds weird that I would want to divide my attention in order to keep my focus, but trust me... this is what works for me LOL). Also... okay, the title of this fic sucks. Sorry. I wanted to name it after a criminal gang but I think I remember someone else has a fic titled "Kizuna" so I didn't want to have the same name. So I made the fic name the same as what I'd already named the prologue.
Warning: This gets graphic occasionally, containing at the very least foul language, character death, nefarious crimes, rape, etc etc.
The Master Posts:
On my journal - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_ Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the je_kamenashi Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the kattun_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the jin_fics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
Prologue ~The Things We Can't Control~
The man was glad he’d decided to do this.
The boy smiled up at him from his knees as he opened the man’s zipper slowly. Such a beautiful lad. Thin with a perfect face and a tempting mouth. Desire shot through him as the lad licked his lips to wet them before taking the man into his mouth.
Winding his fingers through the lad’s hair, the man took control, thrusting hard again and again into the boy’s hot cavern. And when the pleasure got to be too much, he came and the boy swallowed down every drop, licking his lips clean when the man pulled his shaft out finally.
“Can I do anything else for you?” the boy whispered seductively from his knees. “You know I’m happy to do anything that pleases you…” Running his hands down his bare chest teasingly, he continued, “I know I can make you hard again, as many times as you want, until you’re completely… satisfied…”
And with the intensity of the lad’s gaze and the sultriness of his voice, the man had no problem believing it.
“Is that so? Show me!”
Gesturing towards a comfortable-looking chair against the wall opposite the bed, the lad smiled again and said, “Sit, then.”
As the man sat down in the chair, the boy crawled onto the bed. “Just watch me…” in that same erotic voice. He couldn’t help but swallow hard as he watched the lad stick two fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them just like he had done to the man’s shaft a few moments earlier. His other hand traveled slowly down his chest, down further and further until he was able to curl it around his own member.
The boy’s eyes never left him, not even when he finally took his fingers out of his mouth and turned his body a bit. He started to massage his entrance gently.
“Please, sir, I want to finger-fuck myself while I wait for you… Please let me…”
God, this was all so hot. The man had to admit, he hadn’t thought it was possible so soon but he found himself getting hard again. It wasn’t that the man hadn’t seen slutty behavior like that before because he had. But with someone so breathtakingly beautiful, this was just… incredibly arousing. “S-sure.”
With a loud moan, the lad shoved both fingers in to the hilt. He turned a bit more so the man could see it better, setting a fast rhythm, shamelessly moaning and whimpering as he touched himself.
“Please, sir, I’m… ahn… so close. I need your cock buried deep inside my tight hole! Please, sir!”
And it was finally too much. He had to have the boy, now! Quickly he rose to his feet, crossing the room to the bed. Apparently realizing this, the lad removed his fingers, moving his hand out of the way.
Just in time, too. The man push into him hard. “Hands flat on the wall, slut.”
“Yes, sir,” the lad moaned, complying. “Ahh… f-faster. Faster!” he begged between moans.
So the man sped up, taking him as fast and hard as he possibly could while the boy screamed in pleasure. Under normal circumstances, he’d worry about the volume level but he’d been assured the door and windows were soundproof.
Things went much like that for the next hour and a half. But after the second round (third, if you counted the blow job), the man realized he would miss his flight if he didn’t leave.
But if he was ever back in town, he would definitely be coming back.
Definitely.
+++
The lad watched the man dress and leave, but didn’t let the seductive smile drop until he was sure the door was closed and the man wouldn’t be coming back.
He barely made it to the small bathroom before what little was in his stomach came up. Crawling away from the bathroom, he reached underneath the bed and pulled out the stuffed animal he’d hidden away, clutching it like a lifeline.
He thought he’d be used to it all by now, but it still made him sick every time. He felt so dirty and wrong and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t have a choice. He had to let those men take him, to do whatever he had to in order to make them stay as long as possible. He had to hide his disgust behind seductive smiles and enticing words. Otherwise…
The door to the bedroom swung open, slamming against the wall. He barely had time to shove the toy back under the bed and scramble up to sit on the edge of the bed before his father came through the door.
“An hour and a half? That’s the best you could do, you stupid slut?” Oh, god, he sounded so mad…
Panicked, the boy tried to explain, “It wasn’t my fault, papa! He had a flight! He had to leave. Please, it wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t…”
Grabbing him by the arm, his father jerked him up from the bed and threw him hard at the dresser, shouting, “That’s no excuse! If you’d done what you were supposed to do, he’d have rescheduled the damn flight!”
The boy cried out at the pain as he hit the dresser, sinking down to collapse on the floor. Two solid kicks to his midsection left him coughing and gasping for breath.
Sobbing, the boy curled up defensively, shielding his face with his hands. “Papa, I tried! I…”
Delivering one last kick, his father shouted, “Not hard enough!” He stormed out of the room, his parting shot being, “No supper!”
Then the door was closed and locked.
Forcing himself to stand up despite the pain from the kicks, he ran to the door and started to pound on it with his palm. Shouting, he begged, “No, please! I did my best! I’m so hungry… Papa, please! PLEASE, PAPA! PLEASE!” but he finally just broke, sliding back to the ground. He was sobbing once more, his forehead resting on the locked door.
“Please…” he whispered one last time, for all the good it did him.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this. He had to get away, far away, where his father would never find him and where there wouldn’t be any more men coming to his room to steal away another piece of his childhood. He was fifteen now; he should be in high school… not here, not doing this!
He had to escape somehow and it had to be soon…
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The story continues:
Chapter 01 ~Another Day at the Bank~
A/N: Yeah, that prologue sucks. No, I don't mean the writing sucks. I mean the events are sucky things to have happen. Chapter one is much funnier, lighter... though this will be a pretty dark story (if that isn't obvious from the prologue LOL).
I'm not 100% satisfied with this. Mostly because of the beginning being from the point of view of some generic guy, with neither he nor the boy being identified. I think the first paragraph or so, it's hard to tell whether it's from the man or the boy's perspective. But as it goes on, I think it becomes a little clearer that it's the man's perspective so finally I decided to just stop rewriting it and put it as is. So everything above the +++ is the guy's perspective.
Anyway, my next update will be Uppity Pirates and then after that I will have chapter one for this, alternating like that.