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01.Oct.12, 07:13 AM
This was bad.
A'liran grunted and recoiled as he felt strong hands close around his wrists. It was too late. He'd already been captured. The greenrider hissed in displeasure as he glanced over his shoulder, met by the handsome face of his most recent flight winner. A'liran's eyes narrowed. He'd known these two were friends, or at least were seen together at times. He'd hoped Z'ia would continue his past trend of harassing A'liran on his own time rather than including his buddies. After the flight, and perhaps just as much the little squabble in the gather square right before it, that didn't seem likely anymore. D'hys was here now, swooping in like some sort of predator, and now A'liran was trapped between two of them.
As Z'ia approached, A'liran flattered his back against D'hys. It wasn't a preference, at least not in his mind, but merely an instinct. As A'liran felt the hand close around his chin, however, he realized just how trapped he really was.
Now he faced two of them, and they were entirely different demons. Z'ia was the greenrider's ancient enemy, terrifyingly forward and outwardly dangerous. D'hys was something new and horrifying; while A'liran liked to play his games of denial, it enraged him t find himself on the end of someone else's puppet strings. A'liran didn't go searching for a good lay without at least pretending like he was the one in control. After that flight, though...D'hys had played him like a fiddle.
Z'ia toyed with the greenrider's emotions enough to make him mad and lure him into tantrums, but A'liran had never slept with Z'ia outside of flight or physical force. Z'ia had left scars, but D'hys was a siren. Perhaps A'liran could hold his own against one of them, but both at the same time?
The greenrider suddenly went limp. What had D'hys said? You’re mine until your next flight, babe. What a sexy voice. And Z'ia, with his delicate, taunting touch...It was too much. A'liran could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants and his face heating up in shame.
"Let go of me," the greenrider hissed between his teeth, hands shaking in a mixture of outrage and fear. He was terrified, and he didn't know how to deal with such overwhelming fear other than through anger. He didn't dare struggle, though. They had him trapped, and struggling would only give them an excuse to hurt him. Z'ia looked like he wanted it. That must have been his motivation! Don't fall for it!
So the greenrider slumped compliantly, unwilling to look Z'ia in the face of acknowledge D'hys' attempt to inspect him. For a few long seconds, A'liran was a good greenrider. Then, of course, the bastards found a new button to push.
A'liran's troubled thoughts were disrupted by the sound of Lymsleia lashing out against Z'ia. A'liran's jaw dropped. "Let her go!" he snapped, forgetting all about his fears for himself and his horrible sense of defeated shame as he tugged violently against D'hys' grip. "She didn't sharding do anything to you! Your beef is with me, you punk ass blue! We both know I'm the one you're after, you sick fuck!"
How dare he use an innocent for leverage!? A'liran struggled wildly now, throwing all of his strength and weight into trying to escape the other bleuriders's grip. D'hys, however, was strong. A'liran growled in sudden frustration and twisted around as much as he could, making his best effort to bite the bastard.
A'liran grunted and recoiled as he felt strong hands close around his wrists. It was too late. He'd already been captured. The greenrider hissed in displeasure as he glanced over his shoulder, met by the handsome face of his most recent flight winner. A'liran's eyes narrowed. He'd known these two were friends, or at least were seen together at times. He'd hoped Z'ia would continue his past trend of harassing A'liran on his own time rather than including his buddies. After the flight, and perhaps just as much the little squabble in the gather square right before it, that didn't seem likely anymore. D'hys was here now, swooping in like some sort of predator, and now A'liran was trapped between two of them.
As Z'ia approached, A'liran flattered his back against D'hys. It wasn't a preference, at least not in his mind, but merely an instinct. As A'liran felt the hand close around his chin, however, he realized just how trapped he really was.
Now he faced two of them, and they were entirely different demons. Z'ia was the greenrider's ancient enemy, terrifyingly forward and outwardly dangerous. D'hys was something new and horrifying; while A'liran liked to play his games of denial, it enraged him t find himself on the end of someone else's puppet strings. A'liran didn't go searching for a good lay without at least pretending like he was the one in control. After that flight, though...D'hys had played him like a fiddle.
Z'ia toyed with the greenrider's emotions enough to make him mad and lure him into tantrums, but A'liran had never slept with Z'ia outside of flight or physical force. Z'ia had left scars, but D'hys was a siren. Perhaps A'liran could hold his own against one of them, but both at the same time?
The greenrider suddenly went limp. What had D'hys said? You’re mine until your next flight, babe. What a sexy voice. And Z'ia, with his delicate, taunting touch...It was too much. A'liran could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants and his face heating up in shame.
"Let go of me," the greenrider hissed between his teeth, hands shaking in a mixture of outrage and fear. He was terrified, and he didn't know how to deal with such overwhelming fear other than through anger. He didn't dare struggle, though. They had him trapped, and struggling would only give them an excuse to hurt him. Z'ia looked like he wanted it. That must have been his motivation! Don't fall for it!
So the greenrider slumped compliantly, unwilling to look Z'ia in the face of acknowledge D'hys' attempt to inspect him. For a few long seconds, A'liran was a good greenrider. Then, of course, the bastards found a new button to push.
A'liran's troubled thoughts were disrupted by the sound of Lymsleia lashing out against Z'ia. A'liran's jaw dropped. "Let her go!" he snapped, forgetting all about his fears for himself and his horrible sense of defeated shame as he tugged violently against D'hys' grip. "She didn't sharding do anything to you! Your beef is with me, you punk ass blue! We both know I'm the one you're after, you sick fuck!"
How dare he use an innocent for leverage!? A'liran struggled wildly now, throwing all of his strength and weight into trying to escape the other bleuriders's grip. D'hys, however, was strong. A'liran growled in sudden frustration and twisted around as much as he could, making his best effort to bite the bastard.
