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Edwit's Note: This story will contain a teenst bit of sexual conduct.
Actually, there might be a little more than that, but I'll keep it whatever rating is highest. (laughs)
Have fun with this, guys, it's my brightest idea yet - next to Robin's implants, that is.
Oh, and he MIGHT make an appearance, even if it's a small one.
Just be patient.
Succubus
“But, DAD!” A male voice whined as a boy at the end of his sixteen year came out of the bathroom joined with his and his brother’s shared room. A tall man of six feet and two inches was sprawled on his son’s bed, the dark red sheets twisted in all directions. His tall thin body wore a strict business suit, but his demeanor deeply contrasted this image, a large grin on his face. “Why do I have to have a party?”
“Liam, you have to listen to me,” the man sighed, sitting up to rest on his hands. “You have to have a party because…” He sighed deeply, looking troubled, “Because I said so.” His grin returned as his son threw himself at him with a growl. They rolled onto the floor, the father landing on top. Liam struggled helplessly as his dad pinned his arms above his head.
“You’re no fair,” Liam pouted, wriggling to get out from under the large man. Being his own five feet and two inches didn’t really add to his body strength as well as he’d hope. His father merely chuckled and pulled off of him, standing with grace. “I’ve gotta go to work, kid,” he said as he helped Liam up and ruffled his short, black hair. “Make sure you get to bed early tonight, gotta make sure you’re wide awake for our lunch date.” He kissed Liam on the forehead before heading straight down the stairs and out the door, Liam standing still for a minute before hearing the front screen closing and the sound of a car starting. Alone and severely feeling it, Liam sighed and went to the computer whirring in the corner.
His and his brother’s shared room was the biggest bedroom of the two in the small, two-story house. It was upstairs - the attic - and because of the lack of windows, lights were stringed up everywhere, some twinkling, some blinking, and others just shining in a rainbow. The ceiling was crooked because of the roof, the walls dark wood, and floor covered in thick purple carpeting. There was only one queen sized bed in the middle of the largest wall, where the ceiling was lowest. Right next to the staircase and pushed against the wall was the large dresser, two full length mirrors standing right next to one another on the wall also. The computer was furthest from everything else, a small one-person desk with a spinny chair. In the center of the floor was a large black rug, with swirling colors of purple, green, blue and red dyed right in. This room was Liam’s favorite in the house but Rodney - his brother - liked the backyard more, especially the small tree-house he and his dad built together.
Liam started up his computer, it taking only a minute or so to show the desktop. From there he went straight to the internet; he was home alone tonight, and decided to party with the ladies on the porno sites as an early birthday present to himself.
“Sure,” Liam said, trying to taunt him. “Had a girl up there, didn’t you?” Rodney laughed.
“Who the hell would want me?”
“I know. You’re such a pipsqueak.” Liam got a soft thunk to the side of his head but ignored it.
“What time is your special thing with dad again?”
“Dunno. He said lunchtime, I guess.” Liam closed his eyes, snuggling his body tight against his brother’s, his hair tickling Liam’s nose. “Just go to sleep, I’m sure he’ll call when he needs us.”
“At the time of birth, exactly,” he had replied. A male dressed in nothing but a thin white robe was kneeling on the cold marble floor of a large hall of almost blinding white, facing a tall white throne where a woman - six feet tall with flowing silvery-white hair - sat nude, sideways in the chair, both long shapely legs thrown over one arm of the throne. A tall male almost equally as nude - besides a very small white loincloth - was feeding the woman green, fresh grapes straight from the vine. The woman bit them straight off of the vine with her teeth. The kneeling man watched as she chewed almost thoughtfully, before her light green eyes rested themselves on his own.
“Very well. I will see him tonight.” The woman stretched languidly before standing and stepping forward to the kneeling man. From there she bent slightly to bring her hand to his cheek slowly, and dragging it down to his chin, where she guided him to stand. She stepped so their bodies were flush - the man careful not to touch her of his own free will, no matter how hard it was to stop himself - and gave him a full lipped slow kiss. “You may go,” she whispered against his lips, to which the man vanished in a wisp of light. “Leave me,” the woman said to her servant, to which he did with his own light, leaving the grapes to rest in a porcelain bowl resting on the throne’s arm. In her loneliness, the woman’s eyes filled with glittering tears, and she tore her way angrily to the throne, where she scooped up the bowl and threw it hard against the far wall - grapes and all exploding against a white stone pillar. The woman then fell to her knees, grasping her hair with her long, thin, pale hands, and bringing her face to her knees, where she cried for a long while.
Rodney spluttered and wiped his face quickly with a small wash towel, glaring at Liam as he cracked a smile at his little brother’s discomfort. “Get out,” Liam said, beginning to clean the parts of his body his brother carefully missed.
“Oh, gonna jack off again?” Rodney’s smiling face was once again covered in bubbles. He left in a hurry.
Liam sighed as he emerged from the bath ten minutes later, unplugging the squishy plug. He turned and faced the full length mirror fixed to the back of the door, staring at his long pale limbs. He wrinkled his eyebrows. My tan’s fading fast, he thought, running a hand over his definitely lighter arms. Oh well… Liam came from the bathroom, opening all of the drawers in his dresser. It was time to face his nightmare. It was time to face his dad on his birthday, surrounded by people he knew.
Shoot me now, Liam thought as he pulled on a pair of black leather pants and a silky, silvery button-up shirt. Next came tight leather boots, with the smallest heel of an inch and a half. He whipped his fingers through his quickly drying hair, back and forth.
Liam and his dad had gone to lunch, at about three-thirty and ate alone together, emerging from the restaurant after dark. His dad and he drove back to the house, and Liam actually thought he’d gotten off the hook, however when he pulled up he saw the front door close. His heart dropped like a stone in the ocean.
Right when the door opened and his father shoved him through, a huge chorus of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIAM!” screamed at him, nearly knocking him backward. Tons of people had pulled him inside, making him dance in their giant moshpit-like dance floor in the middle of his living room.
“Sorry,” Liam stated, turning to look at the taller redheaded boy. Liam let his eyes travel over the boy’s body, straight down to where the tight jeans were bulging ever so slightly. “I’m not gay.” With that, Liam attempted to push away from his spot against the wall, where he’d been turned to look out at the snowy night.
The redhead merely smirked, placing his hands on the wall on either side of Liam’s head. He had lowered himself so his cheek was very nearly touching Liam’s temple, and said, “That’s not what I heard. This party’s a bit boring. Maybe we could have a good time together. Alone.” For some reason or another the final word sent a shiver down Liam’s spine, but before he could protest the redhead was flush against him, taut stomach pulsing on his own, his hands holding Liam’s hips in place as his mouth touched Liam’s earlobe. He very nearly mewled.
The redhead had taken this as an invitation of sorts and grabbed Liam by the hand, tugging him fiercely toward the back hallway where the door to the stairs leading up to his attic-room was. He almost tripped on their way up, and once inside he was shoved onto the bed, his body bouncing once before being trapped beneath the other’s.
“Don’t say no,” the redhead seemed to plead, his mouth finding Liam’s very quickly. Through his growing fear, Liam felt something different while the boy’s lips touched his own. Sure, he’d kissed girls before, but those were chaste kisses, and those girls would wear horrid amounts of sticky lipgloss. Once it actually made the area around his top lip to break out, a small blackhead appearing. That was four months ago, and his last kiss. Now, though…
This kiss turned breathless quickly, as the redhead slipped his tongue through Liam’s lips, to which Liam finally came to his senses.
To his amazement, and possibly the redhead’s, Liam didn’t push him away, but met his tongue with his own fierce menstruations. His hands reached up, grabbing the fiery red hair in his long fingers, kicking his feet so the redhead was placed between his knees. This made it easier for Liam to kick himself over, making the redhead roll with him to be on his back, pinned by Liam’s small body. They kissed furiously, a bit messily, as the redhead brought his hands up to tear at the buttons of Liam’s shirt, pausing in his kissing only to say one word:
“Greg”
Liam registered this, barely, as his name, and found Greg didn’t want to continue kissing Liam. His fingers had finally pried the silvery fabric apart, pulling it down over Liam’s shoulders, exposing his collarbone and top half of his chest. Liam almost gasped when Greg brought his lips to Liam’s neck, kissing and barely sucking, as though he were being careful not to leave marks. He trailed down quickly to Liam’s collarbone, when he didn’t hesitate to bite the skin over the bone, reveling in the groan Liam made as he massaged his tongue slowly over the reddening spot.
Unable to contain himself, Liam practically ripped up Greg’s shirt, making the boy raise his hands over his head so that he could pull his shirt off. The boy was nicely toned, with a slim four pack and cushiony pecs. Liam put his mouth to the boy’s tanned skin, receiving a groan and a closing of the green eyes. He moved his mouth lower, over the boy’s nipples, stopping momentarily to flick his tongue over one. This received another groan. He moved lower, the his stomach, where Liam took the time to nuzzle his cheek in the thin happy-trail leading down his pants. He flicked his tongue in Greg’s bellybutton, to which he felt it quiver ever-so-slightly.
“Ticklish?” Liam asked in a deeply sultry voice, much unlike his own. It was almost feminine to him, though his own original voice at the same time. Greg met his eyes, one side of his lips quirked. Liam smirked. “Let’s see what else makes you giggle...”
His hands touched Greg’s chest, trailing down over his stomach, resting on the belt buckle in Liam’s face. He sat staring at it for maybe half a second before undoing it, pulling the extra belt-tail through the loop. He saw Greg’s fingers dig into his bed sheet, as though in anticipation as he undid his fly and button. Liam found nothing underneath Greg’s pants as he pulled them down, greeted by another male’s “third leg” - so to say - for the first time. It was about the time that he sat staring and felt one of Greg’s hands tangle in his hair that he started breathing quickly and shallowly, flinging himself backwards off of the bed. From the floor, he scuttled into the bathroom, slamming the door closed on Greg’s concerned calls.
OF COURSE NOT!
More to come.
I really like this story, so kick me in the ass if I forget about it.
