HigherBreath
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Category:
+M through R › Okage
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,122
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Okage, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
HigherBreath
HigherBreath
Fic by Kumi!
Chapter 1:
Ari’s hips bucked wildly as he felt Stan insert a second finger. Ari’s wrists pulled against the leather belt tying his hands behind his back, causing faint red lines to form. He tilted his head back, his chest beginning to hurt from being hunched over the desk like this.
“St-..Stan! Stop it! That hurts!” Ari whined pitifully, tears forming in his eyes. His vision blurred slightly because of them. Stan seemed like he wasn’t listening, moving his fingers about the entrance carefully and letting them slip in and out.
“Oh, stop whining. You’re fine. So shut up!” Stan barked, not sounding menacing, just annoyed. Ari whined again as his behind was being probed more and more.
“Stan…it…it hurts! Let me go!” he cried again, trying to pull away from Stan, although he had nowhere to go. Stan grew even more agitated with Ari’s refusal, reaching up and grabbing Ari’s red locks of hair.
“GAH!”
“Will you just shut up! If you don’t keep quiet, those bunch of morons you call your friends will hear you! Not to mention your parents!” Stan said firmly. He gave Ari’s hair another yank before letting go. Ari’s tears flowed freely down his face now, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He sobbed softly, a hiccup welling in his throat. The smaller boy jerked up with a scream as Stan removed his fingers and replaced them with something much larger.
“Gyaaah! It-it hurts!” Ari yelled tearfully. He felt like he was going to shatter into pieces at any second. Stan pushed himself all the way inside, not giving Ari time to rest or adjust. Ari’s whole body was trembling with pain, his tiny figure ready to collapse. Stan took a firm hold on Ari’s hips, pulling Ari’s body back to him, and giving him more control of their movements. Ari hiccupped another sob as more tears ran down his face and began to drip onto the desk he was being hunched over. Even if Ari began to scream now, nobody would hear. Everyone was downstairs, probably in the kitchen, while Ari and Stan were upstairs in Ari’s bedroom. Ari wanted to scream, he wanted to call for help, he just wanted Stan to stop.
“St-….stan….please! I’m…I’m gonna break…it hurts too much!” Ari started off quietly then began to scream his last few words. Stan leaned forward and placed his hand over Ari’s mouth, muffling his voice. He whispered dark and menacing words into Ari’s ear that made him shiver.
“I don’t care if you rip, you damn brat. Just shut the hell up so I can enjoy myself!” Ari’s eyes went wide as Stan began to move again. Stan slowly released Ari’s lips, trusting Ari wouldn’t scream anymore. Ari tried desperately to keep his voice quiet, biting his lip.
“Mmm….MMPH!” Ari couldn’t stop it. He was hurting all over. Not only his body, but his chest. Inside his chest. His heart felt like it was hurting. Ari sobbed as let himself go slightly limp.
“I…I hate you…” Ari said quietly, his voice quavering
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Stan suddenly sat upright in his bed, staring at the wall ahead of him. His breathing was fast and speedy and his heart rate was high. He looked around, seeing Ari’s darkened room. It was deafly quiet, only his own ragged breathing could be heart. Stan took a deep breath as he tried to recollect the strange (yet slightly arousing) dream. It…it strangely felt real. Stan wondered if it was simply a dream, or a memory of reality. But Stan wouldn’t do that to his slave, especially a loyal one like Ari! He sighed and brushed his messy blonde bed hair out of his face. Stan looked around, remembering that they’d arrived back in Tenel to rest at Ari’s house. He then remembered volunteering to sleep in Ari’s room. Suddenly Stan realized he was alone in the room. He felt the bed mattress to his left and right. It was indeed empty. Ari was missing.
//Dammit! It was real!! Shit! He went to tell Rosalyn! GODDAMMIT!// Stan thought to himself, hopping out of the bed, wearing the black pajama pants lent to him. He left Ari’s room and headed down the hall. It was pitch black in Ari’s house, and the middle of the night no doubt. Suddenly a door opened from down the hall, and Ari exited it, closing the door behind him.
“S-slave?” Stan questioned. Ari looked over in his direction. Ari looked over, the two of them standing in the middle of the hallway in the dark.
“Stan? Something wrong?” Ari asked in his youthful little voice. Stan blinked before clearing his throat.
“Where were you! Don’t dissapear like that!” he said firmly. Ari pointed to the room he was just at.
“I had to get a glass of water.” He explained. Stan cleared his throat again.
“Well…let me know next time!” Stan said, sounding like a reprimanding mother. Ari smiled shyly.
“I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked tired.” he said. Stan sighed, realizing that Ari was fine and it indeed WAS just a dream. He felt a little bit better, now he wouldn’t have Rosalyn trying to stab him in the middle of the night. He came closer and placed a hand on Ari’s shoulder.
“Well, whatever. Get back to bed.” he ordered, giving him a gentle push.
“Uh, sure…” Ari said as he headed back to the room. Ari moved towards the bed and scooted under the covers again, leaving room for Stan. Stan followed suit, getting back under the covers and turning his back towards Ari. Ari smiled as he suddenly nuzzled against Stan’s back.
“Goodnight, Stan.” he said cutely. Stan blushed red hot as he felt the young boy’s breath on his bare back. He pushed it out of his mind, not wanting to get….erm…any thoughts. He sighed as he tried to forget the odd dream and get back to sleep.
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I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM OR WHERE I’M GOING WITH IT! Haha! I was just kinda bored and was like “I wanna write something dirty!” Then this came out!
HAHA! I was so mean to Ari! But I like making boys cry during lovely ecchi acts! And we all love seeing Ari cry. Haha! I might make this a lil short story with shounen-ai sappiness and then more dirty lovemaking! HAHA! Erm…yah, I guess.
I’ll put more later once I think of some stuff to write. This was just for the sake of dirty. XP
~Kumes
Fic by Kumi!
Chapter 1:
Ari’s hips bucked wildly as he felt Stan insert a second finger. Ari’s wrists pulled against the leather belt tying his hands behind his back, causing faint red lines to form. He tilted his head back, his chest beginning to hurt from being hunched over the desk like this.
“St-..Stan! Stop it! That hurts!” Ari whined pitifully, tears forming in his eyes. His vision blurred slightly because of them. Stan seemed like he wasn’t listening, moving his fingers about the entrance carefully and letting them slip in and out.
“Oh, stop whining. You’re fine. So shut up!” Stan barked, not sounding menacing, just annoyed. Ari whined again as his behind was being probed more and more.
“Stan…it…it hurts! Let me go!” he cried again, trying to pull away from Stan, although he had nowhere to go. Stan grew even more agitated with Ari’s refusal, reaching up and grabbing Ari’s red locks of hair.
“GAH!”
“Will you just shut up! If you don’t keep quiet, those bunch of morons you call your friends will hear you! Not to mention your parents!” Stan said firmly. He gave Ari’s hair another yank before letting go. Ari’s tears flowed freely down his face now, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He sobbed softly, a hiccup welling in his throat. The smaller boy jerked up with a scream as Stan removed his fingers and replaced them with something much larger.
“Gyaaah! It-it hurts!” Ari yelled tearfully. He felt like he was going to shatter into pieces at any second. Stan pushed himself all the way inside, not giving Ari time to rest or adjust. Ari’s whole body was trembling with pain, his tiny figure ready to collapse. Stan took a firm hold on Ari’s hips, pulling Ari’s body back to him, and giving him more control of their movements. Ari hiccupped another sob as more tears ran down his face and began to drip onto the desk he was being hunched over. Even if Ari began to scream now, nobody would hear. Everyone was downstairs, probably in the kitchen, while Ari and Stan were upstairs in Ari’s bedroom. Ari wanted to scream, he wanted to call for help, he just wanted Stan to stop.
“St-….stan….please! I’m…I’m gonna break…it hurts too much!” Ari started off quietly then began to scream his last few words. Stan leaned forward and placed his hand over Ari’s mouth, muffling his voice. He whispered dark and menacing words into Ari’s ear that made him shiver.
“I don’t care if you rip, you damn brat. Just shut the hell up so I can enjoy myself!” Ari’s eyes went wide as Stan began to move again. Stan slowly released Ari’s lips, trusting Ari wouldn’t scream anymore. Ari tried desperately to keep his voice quiet, biting his lip.
“Mmm….MMPH!” Ari couldn’t stop it. He was hurting all over. Not only his body, but his chest. Inside his chest. His heart felt like it was hurting. Ari sobbed as let himself go slightly limp.
“I…I hate you…” Ari said quietly, his voice quavering
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Stan suddenly sat upright in his bed, staring at the wall ahead of him. His breathing was fast and speedy and his heart rate was high. He looked around, seeing Ari’s darkened room. It was deafly quiet, only his own ragged breathing could be heart. Stan took a deep breath as he tried to recollect the strange (yet slightly arousing) dream. It…it strangely felt real. Stan wondered if it was simply a dream, or a memory of reality. But Stan wouldn’t do that to his slave, especially a loyal one like Ari! He sighed and brushed his messy blonde bed hair out of his face. Stan looked around, remembering that they’d arrived back in Tenel to rest at Ari’s house. He then remembered volunteering to sleep in Ari’s room. Suddenly Stan realized he was alone in the room. He felt the bed mattress to his left and right. It was indeed empty. Ari was missing.
//Dammit! It was real!! Shit! He went to tell Rosalyn! GODDAMMIT!// Stan thought to himself, hopping out of the bed, wearing the black pajama pants lent to him. He left Ari’s room and headed down the hall. It was pitch black in Ari’s house, and the middle of the night no doubt. Suddenly a door opened from down the hall, and Ari exited it, closing the door behind him.
“S-slave?” Stan questioned. Ari looked over in his direction. Ari looked over, the two of them standing in the middle of the hallway in the dark.
“Stan? Something wrong?” Ari asked in his youthful little voice. Stan blinked before clearing his throat.
“Where were you! Don’t dissapear like that!” he said firmly. Ari pointed to the room he was just at.
“I had to get a glass of water.” He explained. Stan cleared his throat again.
“Well…let me know next time!” Stan said, sounding like a reprimanding mother. Ari smiled shyly.
“I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked tired.” he said. Stan sighed, realizing that Ari was fine and it indeed WAS just a dream. He felt a little bit better, now he wouldn’t have Rosalyn trying to stab him in the middle of the night. He came closer and placed a hand on Ari’s shoulder.
“Well, whatever. Get back to bed.” he ordered, giving him a gentle push.
“Uh, sure…” Ari said as he headed back to the room. Ari moved towards the bed and scooted under the covers again, leaving room for Stan. Stan followed suit, getting back under the covers and turning his back towards Ari. Ari smiled as he suddenly nuzzled against Stan’s back.
“Goodnight, Stan.” he said cutely. Stan blushed red hot as he felt the young boy’s breath on his bare back. He pushed it out of his mind, not wanting to get….erm…any thoughts. He sighed as he tried to forget the odd dream and get back to sleep.
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I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM OR WHERE I’M GOING WITH IT! Haha! I was just kinda bored and was like “I wanna write something dirty!” Then this came out!
HAHA! I was so mean to Ari! But I like making boys cry during lovely ecchi acts! And we all love seeing Ari cry. Haha! I might make this a lil short story with shounen-ai sappiness and then more dirty lovemaking! HAHA! Erm…yah, I guess.
I’ll put more later once I think of some stuff to write. This was just for the sake of dirty. XP
~Kumes