Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dark, Non-con, bondage, explicit sex, yaoi
Disclaimer: Samsol and Dake n’ Tommy belong to moi, haha.
No stealing, or I’ll set the hounds of hell on you.
It was rare for Samsol to feel anything akin to jealousy, but when
something he claimed as his own came into the hands of others, the
green demon would come into control.
The dragon gone human busied himself with cleaning while behind him
Tommy and Dake played Red Hand. The elven boy’s squeal from being slapped
rang in Samsol’s ears, driving him mad with want.
“You’re fuckin slow,” Tommy snorted. “This is completely pointless.”
“I am not,” Dake pouted.
At that Samsol turned, intent on comforting the poor boy, but Tommy
beat him to it. It wasn’t much, just a pat on the head and a quick touch on
the cheek, but it was enough to make Dake giggle and blush and Samsol soar
into a fit of rage.
He loved Tommy, considered him to be one of his closest companions.
But to even think of those vampire’s hands anywhere on Dake . . . . He shuddered
at the image of himself as a fully grown dragon ripping Tommy to pieces.
“Samsoool, play with me. Tommy’s too mean.”
“I . . . sorry, Dake. I promised Eila that I’d finish cleaning this room.
Maybe later?”
He knew there wouldn’t be a later. Tommy would eventually drag the
boy off to a bar, get him drunk, then drop him off here like a used rag doll.
In the morning Dake would wake up and lean on Samsol for assistance in his
hang over, then, once he felt well enough, would go in search of the vampire.
A fist clenched around his heart, and Samsol turned away abruptly. He
couldn’t bare to see the look in Dake’s eyes. Loving, playful, innocent in every way.
I can never have him, Samsol thought. Even if he wasn’t a virgin he
would still refuse me.
For a moment he allowed himself to dwell on the thought that maybe,
someday, he would be given the chance to touch him. he imagined
himself and Dake, alone, somewhere comfortable and private. Naked and beautiful,
Dake would invite Samsol into his arms, kiss him, touch him . . . .
“Hey.” Something poked him hard in the side, and Samsol jerked away.
Tommy stood beside him, confused. “You okay? You kinda zoned out
there.”
“Sorry, Just thinking.”
Now Dake was at his other side, pressing far to close for comfort.
“Are you sick?” The elf pressed a hand to the tall mans forehead, only t
have it grabbed roughly. “I’m fine!” Samsol hissed. “Now both of you quit
bothering me! I have work to do.”
“Sorry,” Dake whispered, teary eyed and ashamed. Regret flooded the
half dragon, and he could sense Tommy bristling in anger.
“Fine, we’ll go. C’mon Dake, let’s go see if it’s warm enough to swim in
the lake yet.”
Samsol watched them go, Tommy’s arm wrapped loosely around Dake’s
waist. The boy cast him one last sad look before closing front door behind him.
“FUCK!”
Beneath his robes Samsol’s erection flamed, threatening to burn a hole
in his pants if he didn’t quickly take care of it. For a moment he considered jacking
off right there in the middle of the living room, but the threat of Dake or Eila walking in
stilled his searching hand. Quickly he finished dusting, then, not bothering even put
away the duster, fled to his room.
There he flung open his window, pausing a moment to stare down at the
bustling streets, before tossing himself across the unmade bed. “Fuck, he
groaned, “fuck fuck fuck. God fuckin damn it!”
He hated being human. As a dragon he had never cared about love,
never cared about anything but his own survival. But now . . . .
On his back, he closed his eyes and ran his hand down his chest to
pants. He imagined it as Dake who was removing his belt, Dake’s hands who were
slipping inside his pants. He groaned loudly, not caring who heard as
he rubbed and tortured his aching cock.
In his mind, Dake was kneeling over him, smiling as only he can.
Samsol smiled in bliss. He swore he could feel the boys soft hair tickling
his skin, his smooth lips kissing him, his small hands gripping his thighs.
With a gasp he jerked upright, staring in shock at-
Nothing. No one was there but himself. Sighing miserably, he fell
back and curled into a tight ball, no longer desiring any touch, his or Dake’s.
Again he sighed, eyes drifting close as his erection died down.
Someday, he thought, Dake will be his. If even for one night, he will make the
elf his.
With that thought firmly in his mind, Samsol allowed himself to drift
into a fitful sleep.
Dake returned home late. It was dark by the time he managed to
stagger upstairs and into his room. “Oi,” he groaned. “Tommy always makes me
drink too much.”
With hands shaking from too much alcohol consumption, Dake removed his
shirt and reached for his pants, stopping when he realized he still had his boots on.
“Oops!” he giggled. “Can’t have that, now can we?”
So, stooping, he tried to unlace and slip his boots off while he was still
standing. He succeeded in tripping himself and falling face first to the old stone floor. “Ouch.”
He giggled and crawled up onto his bed, where, after stripping away
the rest of his clothing, he slipped under the covers and cuddled his pillow to
his chest. “Mmm, Tommy,” he groaned. “You’re so naughty, getting me
drunk. I'll get you back, I swear.”
He shivered when a draft from the open doorway hit him. Wait . . . .I thought
I closed the door, he thought, his brain slowly becoming less hazy. Maybe I didn’t close
it all the way?
He climbed to his feet, ankles popping as he stood. “Damn its cold,”
he hissed as he made his way, naked across the room. At the door he paused,
blushing at his nudity, then shut and locked the heavy oak door. “There, that should keep it shut.”
He turned. Samsol stood before him, eyes dark, chest bare.
“S-Samsol-”
Dake screeched in pain and surprise when he was slammed against the
door, the handle jabbing into his tender skin. “Stop it!” he cried. “Samsol, stop it!”
“No,” the half dragon hissed, “no. I waited too fucking long for this.”
Oh no . . . Dake thought as the other descended upon him, grinding
hips and lips together. All drunkenness gone, the elf struggled to free himself
from his captor. “Let me go!”
“Shut up!” Snarling, Samsol backhanded Dake roughly. Startled, the
teary eyed boy froze in terror, staring at the man who had struck him.
“You hit me,” he whispered.
Taking advantage of the momentary surrender, Samsol tossed Dake across
the room and onto the bed. Dake allowed himself to fall half on the sheets
and half on the floor. He knew it would be pointless to fight back, the only
thing he could hope for was a quick escape. His eyes darted across the
room towards the door. No, Samsol would catch him before he even had a
chance to unlock it. And even if he was able to make out into the hallway, he
would get grabbed eventually.
He shifted his gaze to the window above the bed. It was a long drop,
but not impossible to survive. Perhaps he could try and land on one of the
awnings below, or on a bush. Then he could make a run for Tommy’s.
Seeming to read his mind, Samsol grabbed the boy by his shoulders and
dragged him onto the bed, straddling him. “You aren’t going anywhere,” he
breathed. “Please, Samsol,” Dake whimpered. “I-I don’t know why your
doing this but please don’t.”
“You don’t know why? You honestly have no fucking idea why?” Anger
erupted in the blue haired man, and he slammed his fist into Dake’s
chest. “I’ll tell you why! It’s because every goddamn day you just ignore me.
You’re so fucking busy ogling that damn vampire that you don’t even see
how much I fucking love you! He doesn’t care about you, Dake! If he did
don’t you think he would have showed it by now?”
Dake was sobbing now. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to
hold back his pain. “S-Samsol . . . I never meant to-”
“Shut up,” the other growled. “Just shut up.”
“Samsol . . . .” Dake groaned in agony when the half dragon scraped
his claws across the boys belly, drawing deep rivulets of blood. Then
Samsol shifted, placing a surprisingly tender kiss on Dake's lips. But then
he pulled back and snarled. “God dammit, I can taste him on you.” He
drew back and slammed his fist again into Dake’s bruised chest. This time
the boy coughed up blood.
“So you’ll let him touch you, huh? You’re such a fucking liar Dake.”
“I-I never lied about anything.”
“Shut up!”
Oh gods! Dake thought. I have to get away from him. He’ll kill me!
He started to struggle. He kicked and swung his arms in a desperate
attempt to make contact with Samsol, succeeding with only one good, solid
punch to the jaw.
Instead of loosening his grip, as Dake had hoped, Samsol dug his claws
into the boys upper arms and sank his teeth deep into the boys throat. Dake
arched his back and cried out, and Samsol, mistaking the cry for one of
pleasure, growled and reached down to fondle the elf’s lower regions.
“No!” Dake shrieked. “No! Oh please no!”
Growling in frustration, Samsol tore the bed sheets in half and bound
the boys wrists to the bed posts. “That’s better,” he grinned, when Dake
pulled pathetically at one bound hand. “Please let me go,” he whispered.
“Please, Samsol.”
“As hot as it is to hear you beg, your talk is really starting to
bother me.” Tearing another strip from the sheets, Samsol gagged his helpless
captive, grinning lustfully at the sight. “Fuck, Dake, your beautiful.”
No . . . please no.
Running his hands down the boys body, Samsol reveled in how smooth and
perfect the elven body was. Perfectly unblemished skin *minus the bruises,
that is* and so pedal soft and white Samsol could have sworn he had died and
was holding an angel.
He dug his nails into Dake’s hips, smirking at the boys muffled cry.
Kneading the white thighs, he stooped to nuzzle Dake’s limp cock.
“What’s wrong, Dake? Not into bondage?”
Help me, Dake thought. Oh please help me. Anyone, please . . . .
Whimpering, he bit into the cloth jammed into his mouth when he felt
something wet and slippery touch his crotch. Had it been someone else,
and under different circumstances Dake would have enjoyed it, but the
thought of Samsol performing such an act on him horrified the boy.
Desperately he bucked his hips, trying to shake the other off him.
Samsol, however, took it as sign that Dake was finally enjoying himself, and
reached down in search of something more.
Dake’s squeal told him he had found it, and Samsol slid his long
finger deep inside the boy.
Tears stained Dake’s ashen cheeks, and he gave up all hope. He could
only pray that it would end quickly.
Through blurry eyes he watched as Samsol reach down and unhooked his
dark blue pants. A small whimper escaped the elven boys lips when he saw
what sprang forth. “Please,” he whispered through the gag, “be gentle.”
“Of course,” the other cooed as he wrapped deadly claws around slender
ankles, forcing Dake to bend his legs until his knees were pressing
against his cheeks. “You know I would never hurt you, Love.”
The moment Samsol spoke, the boy knew he was lying. It was going to
hurt- a lot. He flinched and prepared himself for the onslaught, bottom lip
quivering as he bit on it hard enough to draw blood.
Something hard and hot pressed against his opening. Desperately he
wanted to look and see what was happening to him, but he tore his eyes away
from the other man and stared instead out the window. The sky was bright
and blue and wonderful, and he focused all his attention on its mesmerizing
color as he felt the pressure of Samsol’s cock entering him.
Oh god! The boy bit through the gag and into his bottom lip, drawing
blood. He could feel his body stretching and tearing to accommodate Samsol
inside him. “Samsol please stop! Oh god it hurts!”
Of course the dragon ignored him. When he was fully buried inside the
elf, he slowly withdrew, then slammed back as hard as he could, smiling
gleefully when Dake let out a pained wail. Samsol could feel blood beginning to
spatter on his crotch and thighs, and he frowned. Blood would cause
lubrication, and lubrication would ease the boys pain.
“Fuck,” he snarled, and thrust. Dake cried out again, sobbing and
pleading for him to stop.
“I won’t stop,” he snarled, the sound of skin slapping against skin
sickeningly loud in the otherwise quiet room. He drove his nails deep into
the quivering muscles of Dake’s thighs, relishing in the site of wine red
blood staining soft white skin.
“I won’t stop until you’ve suffered as much as I fucking have.”
Dake’s cries had reduced to low whimpers. “I won’t stop until every
fucking bone in your body is broken, every muscle torn raw, every fucking
inch of your beautiful skin is ripped to shreds.”
His jerks and thrust s became more wild as he realized that Dake was
hard. He grinned maliciously. “The male body is a strange thing,” he cooed,
reaching down to gently wrap the elf’s member in his bloody hand, “it
reacts to pain in the same way it would to pleasure. Tell me, how does this
feel?”
Still buried deep inside the other, Samsol lightly squeezed and
caressed Dake’s throbbing erection, much to the elf’s horror. “Stop it!” he
screamed, “Please, I c-can’t!”
“Yes,” the other growled out, “you will.”
So busy concentrating on pleasuring the elf, Samsol momentarily forgot
to move. He simply sat there and jacked the other off, the sick and twisted
smile never once leaving his face. When Dake screamed in frustration
and successfully jerked away, his cat like grin finally broke. “Fine!” he
spat out, “my touch obviously revolts you, so why don’t we hurry this up so
you can get back to fucking Tommy.”
“Samsol . . . .”
With some difficulty, the dragon managed to maneuver Dake around so
that he was on his knees, rear in the air. Form there he continued, pounding
violently into the fragile body until Dake feared it would go on forever.
He screamed in refusal when Samsol’s hand again drifted down to touch
his cock. “Let me!” Samsol hissed in his ear, “or I’ll cut it off.”
Dake felt dirty and used. He had often had kinky fantasies in the
middle of the night, and had more often than not used his hand to release some
pressure, but never had he imagined things going this far, and
certainly not with Samsol.
But he understood, and that was what sickened him the most. He
understood how Samsol felt, and why he was acting out so . . . violently. So he
gave in completely, and gave the dragon anything he asked for, to please
them both by ending it quickly.
Samsol jerked, then let out a long sigh of relief followed by a hiss
of anger. “Look at this mess,” he snarled, thrusting his sticky hand
under Dake’s nose. “Sorry,” he whispered, “You . . . I told you not to touch
me there . . . .”
“Oh shut up.” Backhanding the boy, Samsol stood and strode over to
where his clothes lay. “Get yourself out of that mess, if you can.” He smiled
his dragon smile and gave the still bound elf a wink. “Maybe Tommy
will drop by for a visit and free you . . . or use you, whatever crosses his
mind first.”
And he left, whistling his signature ‘I Just Got Laid’ song. Pitiful
blue eyes watched him strolled away, and then a fresh onslaught of tears
struck Dake, and he sobbed himself to sleep.
The first thing Samsol thought upon walking up was that Dake was dead.
He had to be, no one could survive something so traumatizing. “Oh god!
How could I do that!” The dragon was near tears as e forced himself out
his bed. “No, no no, I’m a monster.” Then he paused. What was he talking
about? It was all dream, none of it had happened. He let out a
relived sigh, but made his way down the hall to Dake’s room, just the same. A
quick peek inside confirmed his wishes; it had all been a dream. The bed was
neatly made, not a spot of blood anywhere. The window was open to allow
the cool summer breeze in, which ruffled Samsol’s bangs. Where was Dake?
He strolled downstairs, intent on telling the boy all about his
‘humorous’ dream. Maybe Tommy was there with him, then they could all laugh
together at how pathetic the dragon was.
Dake was at the sink, sleeves up to his elbows as he washed his
breakfast dishes. “Hey, kid!” the other called out cheerfully. The elf turned
and smiled cutely. “Sorry I didn’t save you any breakfast, you looked so
peaceful sleeping, I just couldn’t wake you up.”
Samsol stretched until eh was standing on his toes and his belly was
fully exposed form under his shirt. “Naw, it’s okay. The extra hours did me
good, I feel so relaxed.”
He came up to Dake’s side, reached out to take a dish and help wash,
when he froze. Around Dake’s wrists were bruises, so dark in color the dragon
almost missed the deep scratches. Trailing his eyes up Dake’s arm,
Samsol noticed for the first time how horribly mangled the boys face was.
“D-Dake?” He was afraid to ask, afraid of the truth. His heart
hammered in his chest as Dake smiled sadly up at him. “It was an accident,” he
whispered, “that’s all. And accidents are best forgotten, right?”
Samsol wanted to look away, wanted to drop to his knees and sob, but
instead he simply nodded. “Yes, just an accident that belongs to the
past.”