Passionate Meeting

[Vonterul]

Back in 2007 in an obscure thread of the off topic section (this one to be precise, Vont) me and another joked around. Someone gave me permission to use their name to write a story worthy of faps. So I did. Below is the story.
This story proved to be both a challenge and an awesome learning process. I had a lot of trouble with repetitions, tenses and many other things but I'm pretty satisfied with the results. It took me so long because I'd work on and off for long periods of time until I decided to kick myself and finish it. It was long overdue. Feel free to tell me if there's any errors and stuff like that.

HUGE RED TEXT OF WARNING

The following text is rated R for restricted. It contains scenes that are sexually explicit in nature, scenes of violence and so on. Continue at your own risks, you've been warned!

Passionate Meeting

There's an old saying that states nothing is eternal. To my dismay, it was proven to be true when a friend left me, three years ago, out of the blue. While drowning in sorrow for a week, I suddenly thought about that saying. Never realized it until now, but nothing is eternal. That goes for the good things, the bad things and everything else in between. Like a double-bladed edge without any restrictions or allegiances, it cuts left and right as it pleases. Surely, this must be what we call fate. I recalled how ours would meet...

Everyday, my routine consisted of gathering salvageable trash and other relevant materials for the purpose of reselling them. Not a luxurious little occupation, but it brought me enough money to live on my own. Used to work at a shop, but that's a long story for another time. After having scoured an alley for some loot, I found nothing... right away, that is. Something caught my attention, something... strange. Not so far from here, about to enter the very alley I was in, someone cried. Now, I didn't usually care if someone cried, but these tears held a different flavor. They were tears of fear, of despair, as if someone had just witnessed a terrible monster and panicked. Before I could come back to my senses, someone took a left into the alley and, not looking at where he was going, ran right into me. We collided so hard that I was sent backwards, brutally landing in a mass of garbage bags and various junk. The smell must have gotten to my head or something, because I couldn't focus. My vision faded out, my brain locked up, I passed out for a moment. All I could hear a few feet away was the person who crashed into me and, farther away, more weird sounds. However, no crying this time. Only laughs. But the laughs were twisted, sinister. People were coming in the passage.

I slowly opened my eyes only to be greeted by a dull, gray sky. My vision must of played tricks on me, the clouds slowly shifting shades from lighter to darker, over and over, as if telling me that my decision would alter the fates of many here today. Even more so, because what I heard sent shivers down my spine.

"Get up already, you good for nothing scum," someone said close to me. I heard a groan, some more laughs followed by another symphony of sobs.

Quietly, I rolled over on my stomach and crouched into position behind a metallic bin. As I peeked over at the people making all the noises, what I saw shocked me beyond belief. A man dressed in flamboyant clothes of purple, yellow and teal had just violently kicked the person on the ground, who could now be identified as a teenager, right in the guts. A few feet away, behind the rich guy, there was what I'd call a succubus in disguise leaning against the wall and observing the scene, arms folded across her chest. On the other side, however, stood a giant of a man. I swear, this guy was easily over six and a half feet tall. Awfully muscled and large, his skin well tanned, he too kicked the child on the floor with extreme prejudice. Just a common gang, at first glance. But no, it wasn't. I knew that man, the rich guy. The one and only Beirrik Zendeil, son of the mayor. His arrogant smile, his short, pale blond hair. There's no doubt about it, the mayor's son was in a shady back alley with equally shady looking people. At that moment, a strange sensation pulsed through my body. Corruption. Its presence was not unknown to me, but I never understood how close, how omnipresent it was then and still is now.

The scene disgusted me. I didn't know what overcame me. I really didn't understand. All I knew is that they never saw me, too engrossed in their bullying. The violence sparked something in my head. My reason, my common sense, my kindness, everything not relevant to this situation got thrown aside in a corner of my mind. In its stead, anger and hatred took command of my body and, without hesitation, decided to attack.

"Beirrik, look out!" suddenly said the girl who spotted me first as she stepped away from the action.

Too late. My fist brutally slammed right in my opponent's nose as he turned his head per his friend's warning. A weird, unnatural cracking sound came from either his nose or my fist, I didn't really know, but it sure wasn't pretty. Defeated in a single blow, the strength from my punch sent him down, his battered nose leaking a fountain of blood. However, the giant reacted as soon as his buddy was injured. He obviously had a lot more experience than me, judging by his movements, but lady luck was with me today. Charging at remarkable speed with his fists clenched together, he was about to bring down a world of pain upon my head. In a flash, I managed to get a hold of my rusty dagger and slashed at his chest, successfully slicing him good as blood splashed forth and blinded me. I didn't care, though. It didn't matter. I had won the fight. The giant staggered back and, without delay and holding his chest tightly, he retreated leaving a trail of blood in his wake. The spoiled brat had slowly gotten back up to his feet with the help of his lovely lady. At that moment, I stared into his eyes and even deeper into his soul as he did the same. For a moment, I felt like we connected somehow, an atmosphere of hatred and rivalry in the air. I knew deep down that he would hold a grudge. A terrible, everlasting grudge. He soon broke the stare and left rather quickly, the girl following close behind after giving me a glare of mixed emotions.

I fell down on my knees as soon as the fight was done. Just like that, my dark feelings disappeared somewhere in my mind while everything else rushed back into position. Shaking all over, my body weakened, my dagger followed my fall and stabbed the ground with a harsh noise, making the victim in front of me jump. He was still laying down in a fetal position and didn't even move during the fight.

Giving myself a few minutes to stop shaking and breathe normally, I asked "Uh... hey, there. Are you okay?" while taking a good look at him.

His body was slender and fragile, a wonder he didn't break after so many kicks. His jet black hair were all dirty because of the chase and, finally, he opened one blackened eye to look at me.

"Uh... I'm Vonterul. Who are you?" I said after a short while, sighing and grinning at my stupid question.

"Kaerrhun..."

I've never forgotten that name. In the hell that was my life, having friends meant nothing to me, but not anymore. I didn't have any regrets about my decision that day. In my mind, clearly, it was the thing to do.

For three years, we hung around together. Kaerrhun excelled in many fields and, being an orphan, his only chance in these troubled times to reach an higher level of education was to impress. And damn, he sure did. He was allowed to enter one of the most prestigious schools of the continent. There was a problem, though. The school was located far away from Nystion, in the lands of the Axium Empire, so it was inevitable. Kaerrhun had to leave the region to complete his studies and, all of a sudden, I was left alone in this hard and cold reality.

While there were some hard times during that period, it wasn't the time to be depressive. Indeed, fate has swung in my favor. A letter arrived for me, written by him. Short and sweet, it only said he is coming back to Nystion. After a three year hiatus, I had no idea what to think. It's also hard to describe how I felt at the time. A mixture of gut-wrenching terror and never ending anticipation. I changed, I'm sure he did too. Will we be able to continue from where we left? Are things going to be totally different now? I didn't know. The thoughts of him suddenly hating me just continued to invade my head...

Sighing, I quietly walked around the square. It's a large garden area located just outside of the south gate, a park if you will. Not uncommon for people to gather here and exchange the latest gossips. Truly a beautiful location with a wild array of vegetation and some wildlife along with plenty of benches and places to sit and relax. There's also a large, stone fountain right in the middle of the garden, constantly squirting clean water that makes a soft melody, which proved to be a nice change from the usual city noises. The meeting was supposed to take place at the fountain at noon and, basing myself on my pocket watch, I could tell I'm right on time as I stopped near the fountain.

[Vonterul]

As soon as I glanced around toward the entrance, I saw him instantly. The same, silky black hair but just a bit longer and wilder. His eyes met with mine and, as if a thousand rays of sunshine invaded his soul, he gave me his most charming and gentle smile. I couldn't remember the last time he smiled like that. Is my memory fading? Has it been that long? Lost in thoughts, I did not notice him making his way down the stone steps leading to my position. Before I realized it, he was standing in front of me, his black eyes sparkling softly, full of life and happiness while his old, brown longcoat flew in the wind.

To my surprise, I found myself warmly embraced while thinking of the past. Shocked, to say the least. I didn't hug him back at all, simply staring at him in utter amazement as every inch of my torso was being squeezed while my air supply drained.

"Kaerrhun, I can't breathe..." I mumbled quietly, my face red.

"Shut up, later," he immediately replied and, to further confuse me, his lips pressed against mine.

Alert, panicking! What the hell was he doing? The man I knew wouldn't do something like this. Only after the initial shock when my attention focused on the kiss did I understood everything...

He loved me. He missed me. I could feel him pouring his entire hidden feelings in my mouth as we kissed and locked in a tight embrace. To be honest, I had no idea if this was right or wrong. I didn't know at all. I only knew that he was Kaerrhun, that I loved him dearly. He's been my best friend, my helper, my confidence. It seemed to be so much more, though, perhaps I've never truly realized just how much I meant to him and he to me. This didn't really matter then, because I could feel my instincts and my emotions taking over. I didn't care if we're in public. At all. Here I was, with him, after such a long time. We might have to part ways again soon, perhaps my last chance. His strange attitude didn't bother me all that much anymore. Breaking the ever so tender kiss, I lured him into a shadowy corner of the garden, behind a large tree.

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I've never been a shy guy, but this was just so... bizarre. Bizarre, yet amazing at the same time. All of a sudden, just a look in his eyes made me feel like the champion of the universe. A touch of his lips against mine and I felt excited like never before. Was this love? I felt like smiling until my jaw broke, yet my eyes were wet and my face blushed all red. I slowly slid off his coat and unbuttoned his uniform as I continued to kiss him softly. My tongue suddenly became alive and dared to lick away at his lips, desperately trying to find its counterpart. Seeing me all aggressive, Kaerrhun allowed me to handle the situation and simply let himself be consumed by his lustful desires, his clothes falling to the ground piece by piece as I made short work of them, letting only his white underwear on. My hands sensually guided his own to my clothes, gently instructing him to do the same to me. Almost naked and only in my favorite pink boxers, we embraced each other again and enjoyed the warmth of our skin rubbing together.

"What the ****?" some guy blurted out as he passed by and spotted us, almost ready to puke after seeing the sinful acts we were doing.

"This is heresy!" said another woman who shielded the eyes of her teenage daughter, who seemed quite interested by our affair.

A small crowd was now gathering in the garden, some lured by our timid moans and the pleas from passers-by. I didn't care, though. Kaerrhun didn't either. We just ignored them. As long as nobody touched us, as long as nobody tried to break this sacred bubble engulfing me and him into our own little world, everything was fine. Too late to back up now, anyway - we both wanted more. We wanted ultimate pleasure, nirvana, heaven, paradise. All of it.

While we still kissed passionately, having not broken the kiss for a good amount of time, my hands strolled down and caressed his body. His arms, his back, his delicious chest. Some belly rubs, before slowly sliding inside the serpent's den and giving a few surprise strokes to tame him. Surprised, Kaerrhun moaned amorously in my mouth as our tongue battled it out in a contest of supremacy. Counter attacking, his fingertips hovered across my back making me shiver all over, pressing my body and pelvis closer to him and taking the initiative to rub them together. He strongly grabbed a hold of my butt cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them tenderly. I fastened my pace and stroked his shaft with more enthusiasm, noticing how he was blushing silly while pleasure overwhelmed his senses. He stopped kissing me, so I took the opportunity and played with his neck, biting, licking and kissing it. His eyes closed and a powerful, sexy moan escaped his mouth as he came violently, shaking in my arms, a silver stream of liquid splashing on a nearby flower as people, shocked, protested.

Once his orgasm finished and much to my surprise, Kaerrhun stopped everything. He swiftly pushed me against the wall and took my position, sliding his hands in my boxers and making the great protuberance come out by the slit of the underwear. Savagely, he began to rub my shaft with extreme vigor. I could feel myself losing it and fast, I was at his mercy. I didn't even held onto him anymore, my hands were clawing at the wall trying to endure the pleasure longer. However, it didn't happen. His inexperienced technique and almost insane sexual smile threw me overboard. I came, splashing my load all over his chest and stomach, creaming his belly button. In the last heat of the moment, I licked one of his nipples clean of the white substance and shared it with him, passionately giving him one last kiss that soon ended this entire sexual adventure.

I couldn't believe myself. So fulfilled, so well in his arms. I've never noticed, but clearly Kaerrhun was not a child anymore. He was a man now. My eyes still closed, my breathing ragged, how I would like to keep seeing these fuzzy, warm colors in the darkness. I had a lot of things to say to him. We should probably move to a more secluded and private spot. Embracing him warmly, I snuggled on his shoulder and gave his ear a lick while my eyes opened. That was a mistake, a terrible mistake that killed my serpent in a powerful blow as well as the entire atmosphere. For me, anyway, because Kaerrhun was facing the wall. The crowd was now huge, standing just a few feet away. All of them looked flabbergasted.

"What are you all looking at!?" I angrily blurted out as I loosened my grip on my friend. Unaware of the masses, Kaerrhun slowly let go of me and turned around. The look of shock on his face was priceless. Why was he making such a face?

"Sir, why don't you get dressed before the guards come?" someone from the crowd said.

My face instantly turned pale and I shuddered. As if in a dream, my head took forever to look down my body to clarify if I was naked or not. Much to my horror, it was true, for my boxers had fell down during the event. I looked sideways at Kaerrhun and, as soon as he noticed my gaze upon him, he gathered all his clothes at light speed and retreated back in the bushes before I could even do anything. I was left alone to face the hundred of stares gunning me down and piercing at my heart. I swallowed hard and, for whatever reason, started to laugh awkwardly at the entire situation as I pulled up my boxers and, without delay, began to get dressed.

My lover soon joined me and, together, we waited in silence. We had broken the law, in many ways, and it would only be a matter of time before guards would come to arrest us. The crowd was going wild, talking to each other about the event. Some were saying we would be hanged, some that we would be thrown in prison. Others, most notably women, were blushing and waving in our direction, sly smiles on their faces. At least not everyone wanted us dead, a good sign.

Looking at the mass amount of people, it was then that I noticed him. The same man from my past who had persecuted us, that son of a ***** Beirrik. He was on the sidewalk, overlooking the park with that giant of a man by his side and, sporting a high-ranking uniform of the town's militia, it appeared he was appointed captain. This isn't good. While, technically, he's still not the mayor, the captain of the guard's and the mayor's son words are worth a lot, and should they say we are hanged, then we'll probably be hanged. I could feel his gaze upon us, grinning a large one as guards started to make their way through the crowd with more coming in through the south gate.

The first two guards appeared before us, having made their way through the crowd. Clad in a full battle uniform, complete with body and leg armors as well as a cap made with basic bullet proof material, and each armed with Type SR-1000 shotguns, along with the standard military issue sword and daggers. One was aiming at Kaerrhun while the other approached, sword in hand, towards me.

"You have committed a crime against the township of Nystion! You will be taken into custody while our department of investigation researches your case and decides your punishment! Do not resist and you will not be harmed!" said the guard, practically yelling at us as he advanced more, being extremely cautious.

I couldn't believe this. I'm having trouble believing we're sent to prison instead of being killed on the spot, especially with Beirrik here as a witness. His word would suffice, yet, he has not gotten involved. Perhaps he did not intend to kill us? Perhaps he wasn't such a scumbag after all? However, my hopes were soon shattered when my gaze met his. Grin widening, he depicted the signs of a man having his throat slit. Death would fall upon us as soon as we were out of public sight.

[Vonterul]

In a flash, there was no doubt in my mind. These men were not good men. They obeyed the corrupted figures of authority, the dirty nobles, drowning in wealth and pleasure. Brainless, gutless drones, all of them! I'm not going to stand for this. My life is worth more than theirs! While lost in thought, the other guard had begun to handcuff my friend, who was now scared senseless. Gone was the spark in his eyes, now replaced by fear. He knew as well as I what would await in that prison. Pain. Suffering. For something so... insignificant? No...

Without further thoughts, I attacked. With faster than usual speed, my hand found my dagger hidden inside my coat. Before the guard could do anything, my blade had sunk deep within the man's throat, an horrifying torrent of blood gushing out, splashing over my face and clothes, followed by a disgusting, deformed scream. To make sure he would be unbalanced and unable to surprise me in his last, dying moments, I headbutted him, without holding back, with all my strength, my forehead colliding with his face and breaking his nose. I didn't care about myself. I wanted them to die. To suffer. His limp body crashed on the ground, shaking while a pool of blood slowly formed underneath him. Alerted by the the sounds, the other guard focused on the problem at hand and promptly aimed his shotgun at me, but he was too slow. My dagger was already thrown at his direction and, before he could fire, lodged itself right in his left eye. The initial pain was so strong that he fell backwards, his fingers pushing the trigger, firing a shot in the air before letting go of the gun, yelling and crying a stream of blood. Raging, I grabbed the Type SR-1000 from the now defunct guard next to me and proceeded to finish of the other. I walked towards him, unloading shot after shot, each time drawing moans and yells of pain as the rain of bullets tore away at his flesh, until he was dead. Just to make sure, I saved the last shot.

"Enjoy!" I said with enthusiasm, looking down at the man. I didn't know if he was dead, but my care cup was empty.

"What...are you doing?!" blurted out Kaerrhun, who had been sitting there during the fight, frozen, staring at me, "Stop it!"

"Nope, afraid that's not possible."

I pointed the gun at the guard's face, pushing the knife deeper into his eye, toying with it for a brief moment. Then, without hesitation, the knife came out with the eyeball stabbed on it. It stared at me, blankly, soaked in blood, the blade right in the middle, piercing through its membrane. A beautiful sight, that of an enemy defeated. If I knew killing felt this good, I would have done it sooner, much sooner. Didn't matter, though, not at all. Now was just the beginning. A powerful sound echoed in the air, the bullets blasting the head to shreds, blood, flesh, pieces of brain exploding in every direction. At the same moment, I did what seemed natural, I ate the eye. It tasted sweet, slightly gooey and gelatinous, yet I have never felt so much satisfaction in my life.

Needless to say, there was no more crowd now. Soon as the fight started, chaos ensued, peasants, children, men and women running in every direction while the guards tried to get through, to no avail. In a minute, I had killed two men, earning me the title of murderer. Beirrik had already yelled the order to kill the criminal and his associate, while the giant captain jumped down the sidewalk and was helping bringing the townspeople to a safer area. The time to make an escape was near.

With the thrill of the kill subsiding, I sheathed my dagger, grabbed the other guard's shotgun and helped my friend back up to his feet. There wasn't a moment to waste. Since we were in the park at the south gate, we couldn't go back inside the city, nor could we leave. Guards were rushing in, the exit was probably closed down, there was only one way out. The sewers.

I grabbed Kaerrhun's hand and started running, ignoring his pleas. It all happened so fast, as if in a dream. I knew where to go, every turn to take, every moment to stop. Like if my body was no longer my own. Maybe it was the battle, the adrenaline rush still soaring through me, but everything went perfectly. All our enemies' shots missed, we lost them in the underground maze and in but a few moments, I had taken us out of the sewers and out of town into an open area by the Cescalen Lake. The putrid stench of human waste and god knows what foul substance infested the air, the water and the earth, a clear sign of the ever growing problems of pollution. I was used to this smell, but my friend wasn't. Throwing up and collapsing besides me, he finished the ride on my back while my body pressed on, unfazed by all these events. The only thought that was in my mind was to get us both to relative safety. Finally, we arrived at a run down house far away from town, where I kept my home in its hidden basement.

I used my feet to open the trap door leading to my lair and descended into the darkness, closing it after. Awfully thankful that Kaerrhun wasn't heavy. After what seemed to be an eternity advancing into oblivion, my knee banged on my bed, indicating that I had reached my destination. Without further ado, my friend's body found its way to the bed and mine to the floor. Unaware if my blazing red eyes were still opened or not, I shrugged and allowed sweet fatigue overwhelm me, falling into a deep slumber. My fire was finally extinguished.

Hours went by without me noticing and, long after my fall, I woke up on the bed. On the other side of the room was Kaerrhun, sitting on a chair, his hand and the candle's fire dancing from left to right. He was writing something. Finished and stamping what appeared to be a letter inside an envelope, he stood up and sighed before facing me.

"Man, that was a rather good sleep," I said with a yawn, advancing toward him.

"I... If you... say so..."

"Eh? What's wrong, are you hurt?"

"Uh, no... no, not at all. I... I...I...it..."

He gulped down saliva and simply stood there, arms folded, staring at the ground. Something wasn't right. In the weak light, he was paler than usual, sweating profusely. A tear strolled down his cheek.

"You don't look all right to me..."

Before he could reply - and it did not appear he had any intention to do so - I moved forward and held his chin in my hand, making eye contact. To my surprise, tons of small, needle-like wounds were on his neck and arms. This sight was strangely familiar. Memories of our heated encounter that happened a few hours ago flashed through my mind. His entire body was covered in them, I didn't notice at the time because of the situation.

"What the-"

Sharp, intense pain jolted through my head and my body, concentrated at the area of my neck. It was like venom, infiltrating my blood, making me feel sicker and sicker by the minute. I couldn't think, couldn't focus, all I saw was Kaerrhun's figure as my body crashed to the ground and passed out for the second time. All I heard was his voice, sounding far away, along with the trap door opening.

"I'm... so sorry."

[_Zephyre_]

Oh...

OSHT

Hawt meng.

But I almost instantly noticed this:

Originally Posted by Vonterul

The smell must of gotten to my head or something, because I couldn't focus.

EDIT: Another one, sexy.

Originally Posted by Vonterul

If I knew killing felt this good, I would of done it sooner, much sooner.

And I didn't get the needle-like wounds in the ending.

[Vonterul]

I'm going to sound extremely retarded here, but what exactly is wrong with the sentences? I'm not seeing anything.

As for the ending, well yeah. It makes sense to me because I know everything that happened after and before. I might have butchered that part, wanted an ending that would surprise and allow me enough freedom.

Basically, I'm trying to hint throughout the story that Kaerrhun isn't his usual self and that there's a change of behavior. From shining flower to shy, broken rock. It could be many reasons for such a change, such as time itself(it's been three years, after all) but the wounds on his body are indicating otherwise and so are his actions. We know his body was covered in needle-like wounds, that Vonterul was assaulted in the neck by something that instantly sent him comatose and that Kaerrhun's behavior was rather strange. So why did he do it and what happened? Who knows. Well, I do, but it'd be silly to spoil it if I ever feel like continuing.

Thanks for reading, by the way. Your comment made my day.

[controls]

I was going to comment, but Zeph summed it up pretty nicely. Hawt.

Also, I think what he was getting at is that 'must of' is a slight error grammatically. Usually, it is written as 'must have'. But that's just my opinion, not too sure if that's what he was trying to point out.

[A_Purrean]

there should be a warning at the top that this is gay

[_Zephyre_]

Originally Posted by Vonterul

I'm going to sound extremely retarded here, but what exactly is wrong with the sentences? I'm not seeing anything.
Um, what controls said.

I've pretty sure it's 'must have', not 'must of'.

Originally Posted by Vonterul

As for the ending, well yeah. It makes sense to me because I know everything that happened after and before. I might of butchered that part, wanted an ending that would surprise and allow me enough freedom.

See?!

[Vonterul]

Edited posts above. I never noticed, but this actually an error that I do frequently. Thanks for pointing it out, I'll be sure to work on it.

Originally Posted by A_Purrean

there should be a warning at the top that this is gay

You read something written by me and expected it not to be gay? Amazing.

[AznGangz]

Nice attempt!

[Nosedagger]

Nice cock.

Added to listings.

[God-Splitter]

****ing hell! NOT IN THE GOD DAMN FAN FICTION SECTION! Gutsy move there man.