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Yan Cass vs Narvi (C); Gem-TL/Forum
Topic Started: Sep 10 2015, 12:35 AM (367 Views)
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Narvi did not push him away. He fell into his pace for a change and it was only as Yan pulled back that he hesitated. He let out another gasp, responding to a sharp pain Yan had not caused. His gaze flickered to the dark mark that carved into his forehead as if in protest. He lifted his hand from the boy’s chest and touched it gingerly. Tomoko had that mark now. It did not affect her in the same way, but then, no one could control someone like Tomoko. Not Azathoth and certainly not Lucifer. The same could not be said for the weak minded Narvi. He was under someone else’s thrall and they apparently beckoned him more than Yan. How sad.

The M faded and he whispered an apology. Yan knew he should feel more miffed. He’d been rejected. He wasn’t much for rejection. He liked to be wanted and if he wasn’t...Well, what was the point? He brought his gaze back to meet the boy’s eyes, looking at him questioningly, almost vulnerable. Did he want him or not?

He brought his hand down and touched Narvi’s lips softly, letting his two fingers sit on the bottom one for a moment. ”Can’t or won’t?” he asks, his eyes steeling over once more and his tone stern. He dropped his hand to his shoulder and pushed him down onto his back, placing his weight on him and letting his knee rub against his lower torso as if by accident. ”You don’t want me to stop you?” he questions, leaning in close again. ”Even for just a little while?”

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The man's fingertips caressed his lips, where they then lingered for but a moment. Narvi continued to catch his breath, all the while he continued to stare longingly at the red-head.

”Can’t or won’t?”

His throat went dry, and he held his breath. He didn't know how to answer his question. He didn't even know why he had been so hesitant, or why he had so much trouble giving in to the pleasures that the one he sought after wanted to give him. Whilst he mulled it over, the man firmly placed Narvi on his back, who was caught completely unawares. He gasped when he felt the man's knee rub against his nether regions.

"You don’t want me to stop you?” He asked as he leaned in close, so close that Narvi could feel the man's breath tickle his nose. Narvi contemplated his words. He wished the pain would go away, the emptiness in his heart, the shallow feeling in his gut. It eroded him as well as motivated him.

”Even for just a little while?”

Narvi closed his eyes. He thought that he could do it on his own, that he could keep the painful memories at bay, but they flooded his psyche instead. His father's body, his brother's ashes, it was just too much. He quickly opened his eyes again, a glimmer of sadness sparkled within his ruby optics. Narvi gazed upon the red-head with a level of gloom that he had never displayed before. Underneath his nonchalant exterior was a boy, a boy who had simply lost too much. A boy who had lost his family, a boy who wanted the images to go away.

"Please..." He whimpered.

"Please tell me what to do to make it all go away." He begged for it.


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Yan's brow furrowed and his eyes softened as the boy's gaze changed from longing to despair. His lips found his again as soon as he finished his plea, without any hesitation or pause. It was the only answer he could give him. Yan only knew two effective ways to burn out that kind of feeling. One sat in the put out cigarillo and the other drugs that commonly filled his pockets. The other was this: soft lips, the feel of his tongue sliding across his, flesh pressed to flesh, and more still...He let his coarse finger tips slide down again, grazing over his skin as if it were a fine silk.

"Just want me," he breathes, before kissing him again, not wanting to give him time to hesitate once more. His tongue traced over his lips before forcing them apart once more. There was a taste of smoke and strawberries, harsh and sweet at the same time. He pulled back just enough to let his teeth catch on the boy's lip before pressing in again a bit more intensely.

"Nothing else," he manages in a whisper, pulling back again so his lips could press down over his jaw, then down the curve of his neck. His tongue flickered over his skin, finding the line of his collar bone. His hands slid along his sides, one finding it's way back to his breast to feel the likely rough thumping.

Perhaps this was what attracted him to Narvi. They were dreadfully similar. Yan hated to think how he might have turned out had the stranger not abandoned him. How closed off to the world he would have been, never experiencing a tenth of the life he had! He'd have never been to a diner or a boardwalk, not even once. Imagine too, if she had been more like Demigra with a task against mortals instead of a simple cynicism to them, instead of just teaching him to manipulate and use setting him out to eradicate. He would have. He would have ended up just like Narvi, brainwashed and abused in his discomfort and tragedy. After all, even freed from her, he was still effected by her, he still acted as she taught him. Even now with his tongue and his hands...

No, that was long taken back as his. He relished in it, more then anything else. With his mind focused on the boy's every reaction, on finding all the sensitive spots with his fingers and tongue, everything else quieted. His hand slid across the underside of his belly before it drifted back to his navel. His thumb trailed down even further, a soft stroke, before he moved back up for the button of his pants.

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The red-head gave him the solution. A soft kiss. Narvi closed his eyes now, and was surprised to find that the gruesome images that normally plagued his mind was gone. Instead, he imagined the man's tongue caress and coil around his own, and his tender and supple lips become one with his. Every sensation, he could see it as much as he could feel it, and it put him completely at ease.

"Just want me," He heard the man breathe out.

I do.

His lips parted when he felt the red-head's tongue beg for entrance. Everything he did was perfect. It was all too perfect. The taste of it was like firebrick and sweet strawberries, two opposites which came together to make a perfect union, just like themselves.

"Nothing else,"

The raven-haired demon's heart began to race, and his body heated up with an inferno of passion. The furnace in his heart had reached supernova, yet he wasn't afraid. It was all for the red-head. His body, his passion, everything would be for him, and Narvi wouldn't have had it any other way. The red-head knew exactly what to do, exactly where to touch him, as if he had studied a manual on how to please him beforehand. The demon had to suppress his moans, but it became harder and harder.

It was embarrassing really, to allow yourself to lose control of your own voice, but Narvi couldn't help it. He felt the red-hand's fingers trace for the button of his pants, and the raven-haired demon gasped. Kissing, touching, those were the things he knew of. But he didn't know much else beyond that. His head became weightless, and his panting rapidly increased. He knew that the red-head would pick up on his anxiety, so he wanted to reassure him.

"Do....whatever you want....to..." He managed to breathe out. He was embarrassed not only because of what he had said, but because of the underlying meaning. Whether the red-head wanted to be as rough as he wanted, to forcibly take control, to move and manipulate him as he pleased, Narvi wouldn't have minded that. But part of him also loved his soft and tender touches as well.

To keep his mind from spinning, and to actually feel like a participant for once, he removed his gloves and pressed his bare hands them against the red-head's cheeks to pull him in close for a passionate embrace. Narvi's lips traced down to the man's bottom one and he suckled on them until he ran out of breath, then he did it again and again and once more, all the while his fingers brushed against his ruby locks and caressed the back of his ear.

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The boy’s soft moans were much more pleasant to hear, even as his whole body tensed at the prospect of further undressing. His hand paused but his lips and tongue did not, scavenging over his chest until the boy managed to speak again. Then he paused. He looked up to the boy, letting his chin graze over his stomach as he did. His gaze was questioning but confident so that it looked a bit more teasing. Are you sure I can do whatever I want? He did catch the underlying meaning though and moved his mouth back to the boy’s stomach flickering over as the boy removed his gloves. What had he done in his hundred years anyway? He was a weakling so not training. Had he just sat out in space traveling a little here and there for gas? He couldn’t imagine it.

He arched his neck and turned his head into one of Narvi’s hands before moving with him back to his mouth. He breathed into him and let out a soft pleased sound as he caught his lip. His fingers undid the button with ease and pushed down on his flesh before sliding in under and onward…




“Whatever he wanted” ended up his longest stay in the Astral Realm. Nothing dangerous had happened of course. His subconscious was no match for his sex drive. The fire had died down low. He lay on his side, lost for any clothes now, his breath still calming after such activities and his arm hung absently over the boy next to him. That was good. That was what he needed then. Challenging but attainable~ Something new but not too new. He’d have to find something a bit rougher on Damaskia but then again Tomoko had already promised that in ways.

But that was that, this was this, and this was ending. He could even feel the pull of reality.

He rolled a little closer, back to the boy and pressed his tired mouth to his shoulder blade. ”Narvi,” he says softly against his skin. There was another reason he had called him here, the boy had been right, but he was wrong to think the matter needed to be addressed before this or wasn’t tied to this. He might be conniving but his goals often twisted with these kinds of things. That’s the way he liked it anyway.

He paused, pressing his nose and cheek to his back for a moment, taking in his scent and feel. He pulled his arm back just so that his hand could cup around his forearm, sliding down slowly.

”I won’t see you again here,” he says calmly, grabbing his wrist tightly to stabilize him in case he tried to pull away, even if it was just to look at him. He pressed his forehead against the boy’s back and though it couldn’t be seen he was smiling. ”You must make a decision. If you find me in reality...then we’ll continue like this. Twisting you from your goals, your other wants~ I’ll make you forget,” his hand trailed from his wrist down between his legs, ”many things.” He kept him stabilized now by his grip there, gentle and coaxing. He turned his head so his cheek grazed his back now. ”I will be heading to Damaskia next. After that, well,” he smirked slightly to himself at the pun, ”It might be harder.”

The link was tearing, Narvi could probably get a little in edgewise but that was likely the last things he would hear Yan say. That’s all he needed to say anyway.

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It was all a blur to him. He remembered feeling the red-head, truly feeling him. He almost lost himself completely, but when he controlled his ragged breaths, along with some more additional coaching, he managed to keep his head above water. But not for long. It was too much for him to bear. He lost himself within the ecstasy, and he felt his body shiver one last time, then the rest was blank.

He figured that he might have passed out. That was embarrassing. To not be able to handle the love of someone whom he admired with all of his heart, with all of his soul. Would he think less of him for it? Would he still want to see him? Narvi hoped that it wasn't the end, he prayed to Lucifer that he could be given one more chance, just one more chance, to see the red-head again. To stumble upon him on a distant world, a place where it could be just the two of them.

”Narvi,”

He heard him utter his name against his skin.

”I won’t see you again here,”

His first instinct was to break contact from him, to look him in the eye and ask him "Why?" Was it because he had already gotten out of him what he had wanted? Was that how little he thought of him? Narvi gave him his all not in a veiled scheme to manipulate the poor red-head, but because it had just felt...right.

The raven-haired demon excepted the same courtesy in return. He should not have been denied it! Before he could turn away from the man, before he could run away, his wrist was grabbed and he was held in place. Perhaps the man had sensed the conflict within Narvi and wanted to ease his doubts.

”You must make a decision. If you find me in reality...then we’ll continue like this. Twisting you from your goals, your other wants~ I’ll make you forget,” The man's hand snaked down to Narvi's nether region. The demon gasped at the touch, then surrendered himself to it. ”many things.”

”I will be heading to Damaskia next. After that, well,” Narvi felt himself begin to get light-headed. His breathing increased, and the man's touch had nearly pushed him past his breaking point. ”It might be harder.”

"I can't wait....to see you..." He breathed out. He loved his touch, especially when he was touched there. He wanted to feel it until he couldn't take it anymore.

Then the connection severed.


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