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Whispers in the Dark	By : BlackGargie Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: As you�ve all been waiting for, this is the others�
part of the sex story. Again, I apologize in advance for the upcoming uber long chappie, and I apologize
for the lateness. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Don�t plan to, don�t need to

WHISPERS IN THE DARK
�� As the sun rose into the horizon and
crept into the hotel rooms, all the teen herms recovered from the Breath of
Draught and woke up with a feeling of both relief and confusion. But for five
friends, their minds were filled with more than just relief and confusion. In
fact, there wasn�t even a single trace of relief as they cleaned themselves up
and put on the dark yukata as a symbol of completion
to the deal�
--:--
�� For Joey, the mixed feeling still
remained, but the worst feeling that lingered was sadness. As his hand reached
to his abdomen, he could imagine the seed given by Seto
growing into a life form. Instead of dreading the pain of delivery that was
bound to happen once he carried the child to term, he was dreading more of the
fact that his child would be born Whisperer-dominant and Seto
would take it away and never return. If he were to have a Human-dominant child,
he would at least have someone to remind him of his incredible experience with Seto, and someone to remind him of his love for Seto�
�� Love? Joey
was shocked at this realization. He was in love with Seto?
This cannot be! It cannot happen! He hated Whisperers! He vowed to be a
Whisperer-hater forever! He couldn�t back down from the pact! Although it was
not an agreement in black and white, it was an agreement between best friends
nonetheless, and best friends keep their words, no matter how outrageous it may
be. What was he thinking? He was the one to suggest that pact, and told himself
time and time again that he would not yield, that he
would not change his mindset no matter how nice the Whisperer treated him or
how good-looking it may be. He couldn�t just forget the pact just because of a
moment�s weakness.
�� It�s just da
hormones,� Joey muttered, trying to convince himself.
�Yes, dat�s it. Mah mind�s
just been fucked blind by a weirdo n his hormones are messin�
wif mine. Yeah, dat�s why
I�m thinkin� weird rite now.�
�� Thinking that he had convinced
himself enough, he finished his bath and went into his room to change, humming
to himself in relief. But as soon as his eyes set upon the dark blue yukata, his heart ached again as the memory of the night
they shared together coming back to him in full force. Its touches, its kisses,
its caresses, its tongue running all over his body, its manhood as he rode it
all night long, sending him into the pinnacle of heaven and back
again�everything that happened in this very room, on this very bed, was real to
the touch, immerse and engraved into his mind, showing no signs of leaving, and
the product of their love-making was residing right within him, enhancing the
memory even more.
�� Who am I kiddin�
�ere?� Joey laughed nervously in contrast with the tears that fell freely out
of his eyes beyond his control. �It�s not da
hormones. It�s not Seto�s fault�it�s�I�I��
�� Joey had never felt so bitter before in his life as he fell on his knees,
gripped the ends of the yukata tightly and sobbed�
--:--
�� Ryou was
trying to fight the slight soreness between his legs as he moved towards the
bathroom. He blushed as he saw most of the seed his mate injected into him
leaking out and he had to hold them in with his hand and rush a little faster
to the bathroom before he made a mess on the carpet floor.
�� Being the beautiful geek/nerd and a
total 100 percent virgin of the five, he never knew what was coming for him. He
learnt everything there is to know about sex and all that in the books and
school sex ed lectures, and even was forced by the naughtier of the five to
watch porn that left him blushing for days as the images haunt his mind, but
when it comes to really doing it in a practical sense, he knew squat. He didn�t
even know the first thing about masturbation and never even thought of trying
it himself. Like an angel princess, he would even blush just by looking at his
own naked body in the mirror, let alone trying to do naughty things to himself.
�� When he was visited by his mate,
like Joey, the first thing he saw was its eyes, and they were dark chocolate
and glowing steadily in the dark. Ryou remembered
Solomon saying that Whisperers� eyes usually glow in the dark to allow them to
see their nocturnal world, but he definitely did not remember Solomon telling
him that they would look so alluring and hypnotizing. One look was all it took
for him to forget everything else, even his intention to study the rest of his
mate�s body.
�� He could hear his mate purred as it
seemed to study him in those wide, almost surprised eyes. Its hand reached over
to touch him, caressing his cheek and tracing its fingers around his slender
neck. One thing about being a virgin and never playing with yourself was that
you tend to be almost sensitive to every light touch, and that was what Ryou felt when his mate continued to study him while its
hands roam all over his body, from the face to the shoulders to the collarbone
to the chest and everywhere else in between. It felt sort of naughty and
playful yet hesitant, as if it was his first time seeing a human or something.
Probably it was. He couldn�t hold back his moans of pleasure as he was swarmed
with caresses so light and soft, it almost felt like being tickled with cotton.
It was too much for his sensitive body. All the tender loving care he was
showered with was building and gathering around the pit of his stomach and was
getting tighter and tighter by the minute. By the time his mate actually
reached down to caress his stomach, he was done for. A yelp of ecstasy escaped
his mouth before he knew it as he came for the first time in his entire teenage
life.
�� His body spasm-ed and twitched as he
finally began to enjoy the thrill of riding out an orgasm. Without warning, he
felt his mate�s fingers on his pussy rubbing his oversensitive clit, sending
him to another wave of orgasm. He came one after another as his mate�s fingers
expertly rubbed and pinched his clit in intervals and he was going out of his
mind with the sensory overload and his eyes stung with tears as his emotion
rode along with it.
�� Please�Please stop�I beg
you�It�s�It�s too much�! Aah�!�
�� Eventually, after making him cum a
few more times, it stopped before showering butterfly kisses all over his teary
face, licking all the salt away. He could feel a smile in its tone as it
whispered to him in a torrent of incomprehensive whispers.
�� Princess��
�� Good
god, Ryou thought. I�m even getting names from a Whisperer�Aah! Ryou�s thoughts were cut short as he felt his mate rubbing
its erection against his overly wet pussy, lubricating it. Not knowing when his
mate actually undressed itself and positioned itself between his legs (due to
the orgasm that was still yet to subside), Ryou was
almost glad that he couldn�t see anything except its eyes, for he definitely
didn�t dare to find what and how its manhood would look like. He winced as he
felt his mate slowly inserting the head in and was slowly inching its way into
him. He knew then that this was it. He was going to mate with this Whisperer
and there was no turning back now. He just braced himself for the inevitable.
After feeling Ryou�s body slowly loosening up, it
started to thrust in a slow, steady pace, trying to
inch all the way in.
�� He whined in pain as he felt his
virgin broken. He tried to push it away but hearing his mate hushing him and
caressing his hips gently, he tried his best to relax some more and wait for
the pleasure to settle in like what he often read in story books and researched
in the net. Once he felt his mate going all the way in and its manhood tip
knocked against his G-spot, he was done for yet again as he almost screamed in
pleasure from the wave that hit him like a tsunami tide. His mate suddenly
stopped at his scream, its eyes looking at him questioningly and worriedly. Ryou realized that it must�ve mistaken his scream as of
pain and begged.
�� Please�Don�t stop. I want to�feel
it again. Please�go on.�
�� Its mate purred lovingly and
continued his activity, aiming his G-spot as much as possible. Ryou cried again not in pain, but in bliss and ecstasy as
he was ravaged from within, filling his entire being with tingling pleasure
from head to toe. He knew he had cum a lot, but how many times was lost from
his studious mind. All he could think of was wanting
his mate to ram him harder, deeper and faster and make him a man. He
tentatively laid a few lovebites here and there on
his mate�s body, but it was as far as this shy boy would go. His body, and
mind, was content with being ravished and tortured into submission. His whole demeanour screamed �submissive� and it was as if he was
born for it.
�� Oh, you�re so good�You made me cum
so much�I can�t�hold��
�� As he came again, his muscles within
constricted even harder than before and brought his mate to the edge. He felt
himself being filled with the warmth of his mate�s seed as it held him tightly
in its embrace and released stream after stream into him. Ryou
trembled as some of the full blast squirts hit his G-spot, making him take
another double take on his already exhilarating torrent of orgasm.
�� After both sides rode out their
orgasm, they collapsed onto the bed trying to catch their breaths. His mate
reached over to kiss his forehead and purred as it nuzzled noses with him. Ryou giggled. He thought as soon as they were done, his
mate was going to up and leave him, but it seemed like he thought wrong. His mate definitely an interesting fellow indeed. It was
like it had the urge to jump onto him and play with whatever was laid before
him, and yet it wasn't sure whether it was doing it the right way or the right
thing or not. But the most interesting thing about it was its inevitable sense
of curiosity as it continued to explore his body with fingers and eyes with
earnest and interest. He wondered if he dared to think that his mate might
actually be attached to him and would stay longer, but memories of Solomon�s
lecture kept him at bay.
�� Hurt�?�
his mate asked. Many hours of reading told him that the Whisperers usually only
spoke no more than one word, what with their limited capacity in Human Tongue,
so he was prepared with his mate�s mono-syllabus manner.
�� No, not really,� he replied,
shaking his head. �It was actually�pretty good.�
�� Sorry��
his mate spoke after a moment�s silence.
�� For what? I said it was good�Hey! What are you�?�
�� His mate suddenly picked him up,
brought him up to his knees and sat under him. It then lined its already hard
erected cock against his pussy and pushed him down slowly, steadily thrusting
upwards into him. Ryou widened his eyes as he
realized his mate seemed to have gotten horny again and needed to be satiated.
He wanted to resist but when his mate found his G-spot much faster than before
and started pounding at it with all its might, his resistance soon became null
and he lost himself again in its wild and passionate love-making�
�� Ryou�s
thoughts were broken when he heard the water in the tub overflowing. Quickly
turning off both hot and cold water faucets, he slowly entered the tub, the
warm bath quickly soothing his tired and aching nerves. He remembered doing it
about three times in total last night before he was given the Breath of
Draught. Ryou blushed terribly. Why did his Whisperer
mate made love to him so many times? Studies from books and the lecture from
Solomon told him that one time was enough for a Whisperer, and one shot was
enough to get him up the duff. Why did it do it to him three times in a row?
What was its reason for its unorthodox behaviour? Was
it because his mate was�No, it cannot be! It wouldn�t be that way! They�ve only
just first met! But then why the sudden sex drive?
�� Everything he had learnt in the
books have proven otherwise when it came to the real thing. He had expected the
variation from what he learnt, but he had expected to at least have a basic
similarity as to what he had been taught all his life, and yet he was proven
wrong that very night when his whole theory he had learnt throughout his
teenage life was almost the total opposite of what he had experienced. It�s
true that some things are best learnt first-hand and that life was not all
about education. Even as he made the pact with his friends 3 years ago to not
like Whisperers and be Whisperer-haters for life, he couldn�t help researching
about them and learn more about them, and the more he learnt, the more he
wavered about the pact and the more fascinated he was with them, even though it
wasn�t in an obsession or infatuation sense.
�� But now that he had the true
experience, he was beginning wonder whether he had made the right choice in
agreeing to the pact, and he began to wonder whether or not his fascination
towards Whisperers was more than just for research purposes.
--:--
�� Yugi
opened his eyes at the sound of chirping birds and lay there listening as his
dark ruby red eyes stared up to the ceiling. His body ached a little and his
pussy was still recovering from its soreness. Not that he
didn�t enjoy the sex, but he�s still a virgin after all, and his body
still needed to adjust with the fact that it has finally being made a man.
�� The thought of last night�s ritual
sent the tiny boy into fits of blushing. He swore he could feel his facial heat
going up 20 degrees higher. He couldn�t see who his mate was, but from the
study of its silhouette, he could feel that his mate might bear a little
resemblance of him, if not 100 percent. He was worried that he might
accidentally be doing it with someone he was related to, since his �mother� and
�mothers� before him had gone through the ritual, but one look at its glowing
amethyst sent every thought out of the window as his mate kissed him gently at
first, then deeper as they did their tongue-dance, doing French like it was
nobody�s business. His mate felt as if it didn�t require the need for air as it
kissed him with such passion, but he did, and reluctantly broke the kiss to
breathe.
�� He could tell that his mate was
quite special, probably someone of high wisdom and power judging by the depth
of its eyes, and probably was someone who exert a lot of command in its clan.
It was dark and mysterious, like you'll never figure out what's going with its
mind. Its touch was rather cold, like something you just took out from the
fridge, as it roamed and explored his body with earnest as they snogged each other senseless, but
surprisingly it was soothing rather than chilling. Like its mind, its moves
were also unpredictable. He could never guess what was coming up next. First
minute it would be aggressive, like trying to pick and taunt him or something,
and then the next minute it was soft and gentle without losing the pride and
darkness, like he was a little child that needed to be soothed after being
spanked for being naughty. And then soon the cycle repeated itself again. It
was as if it couldn�t make its mind over which suited him best. And yet,
despite the dark, mysterious attitude, it had an aura of majesty, as if it had
everything it needed to counter anything that blows its way. Yugi wondered, as his body was assaulted with the full
sensual pleasure of its tongue and talented fingers, if he was being done by
the Leader of the Clan itself.
�� With its talented tongue, it licked
every part of him, from the tip of his forehead down to the depths of his navel
and all the way to his little sensitive penis, before focusing onto his
�womanhood� below. Yugi could barely stifle his cries
of pleasure and hold his tears back as his mate fucked him with its tongue,
sliding in and out and traveling around the walls of his pussy both inside and
outside, not to mention licking his clit at the same time. He could feel himself
getting wet, his juice mixing with his mate�s saliva as it continued to give
its pleasurable assault with him. When he felt he was going to explode, it
paused right at that moment to slide in its cock, driving him out of his mind.
Judging by the feel of it, he could only assume that it was an impressive size
and that he feared he couldn�t fit in the whole thing, which was, of course,
proven wrong as he felt its manhood being engulfed by his pussy to the hilt.
�� The sex was no joke either as his
mate claimed his virginity. His mate�s well endowed manhood drove him crazy
with its pleasurable thrusts and its accurate hits onto his G-spot, coupled
with the fact that he had just came for the gazillion-th
time and counting. His mate was truly an unpredictable being even when it was
screwing him blind. It would first act all princely and ravage him like it
owned him, but any sound or move Yugi made that it
assumed sounded other than pleasure, it would stop and fondle him and plant
butterfly kisses all over his body to soothe him, and he had to reassure it
time and time again with his caresses and mewling words that he was alright and
that it shouldn�t stop. It made him feel like he was both a rag doll to be
ravished and roughed at and porcelain china to be handled with care. He never
thought he could be two things at once for his mate. It almost made him feel
wanted and important as he, like Joey, was fucked in every position possible,
listening in to both his screams and cries of pleasure and his mate�s purr and muffled
groans that almost echoed throughout his entire room, and when they both
finally reached the pinnacle of heaven, Yugi had
never felt even more complete a man as he felt himself filled to the brim with
his mate�s seed.
�� He was straddling his mate and was
still riding its cock when they slowly recovered from their blissful reverie.
When Yugi realized he had ridden it long enough, he
tried to pull off but was held back down by his mate�s tight embrace. He
trembled a little at the feeling of his mate�s manhood tip brushing against his
spent G-spot and wanted to leave, but it continued to hold him in place,
burying its face onto his chest.
�� Stay��
�� Um�OK�� Yugi
didn�t know to say. It was, after all, the first time he heard his mate spoke
throughout the whole ritual.
�� Light�My
beautiful Light��
�� Huh? What are you talking about?
What light?�
�� Shh��
�� He could feel its body trembling
slightly as it tightened its embrace around him, as if it was crying. When he
wanted to ask what was wrong, the Breath of Draught was given and he woke up
with a sore pussy and a burning sensation on his ear, indicating that he had
been marked. It was rather confusing. Was his mate getting attached? As much as
he wished slightly for this possibility, he knew it cannot be. Whisperers, as
his grandfather said, were not known to cling or attach themselves emotionally
to their human mates and it has always been so for many, many generations.
There�s no possible way his mate would be breaking this tradition. But why did
he feel soothed by its words and his heart filled with hope�?
--:--
�� Fuck! Fuck that fucker!�
�� Tristan growled as he tried to pry
open the dark red headband serving as a restraint for his sore, bruising
wrists. He, despite his slightly aching body and sore pussy, reached his leg
over to his bag which was luckily placed at his bedside and fished out his
penknife with his toes. With his slight flexibility, he managed to throw the
penknife upwards and grab it with one of his hands and cut at the headband
feverishly. It was quite a long process�about 30, 35 minutes, give or take�but
he eventually got out of his restraint and flung it at the nearest wall he
could see.
�� Fucking idiot!
Fucking idiot of a bastard! Why the hell did you do that for?!�
�� He knew he was screaming at air, but
he didn�t care. He had to let it out somehow.
�� Because it wasn�t only that his mate
had made him so vulnerable for the first time in his life, but also he actually
enjoyed the sex, loved it, even.
�� Which was
something he did not want to happen lest it broke the pact
�� He was prepared for a fight that
night. He was not going to take this lying down. He was a Whisperer-hater and
vowed to be so as soon as he met up with the rest of the gang for the first
time and knew of their destiny. He was determined to give his mate a hard time
and make it remember that humans are not to be messed with, and if it means
breaking a few Ethereal and Human Laws, he didn�t really give a damn.
�� But when his mate visited him, it
was a different story. For one, its green eyes were so hypnotic and alluring
that he almost forgot what he was supposed to do. He discovered that despite
Solomon�s lecture and Ryou�s info about Whisperers
being less than articulate in Human Tongue, his mate was rather fluent in it.
It had a soothing voice and a gentle, silky touch with an air of kindness.
There was no hurry and no rush as he was being kissed, caressed and manhandled
by it, all the while holding its gaze on him. He took care of that by
succumbing to his urge to punch its lights out. One good sock between its eyes
was all it took to break him out of its trance.
�� Hah! How�d you like that, fucker?�
�� That�s
not very nice,� his mate replied in the midst of whisper torrents as it
rubbed its sore face.
�� There�s more where that came from!�
Tristan yelled as he aimed for its abdomen. But this time, it was wiser. With
one swipe, it rammed both his hands onto the center bed post, removed something
which looked like a headband and tied it around his wrists onto the bed post.
Tristan struggled and laid a string of profanities which fell on deaf ears. It
was straddling his hips so as not to let him move and Tristan almost flushed at
upon feeling his mate�s manhood lying on top of his navel. Who would�ve thought
a Whisperer could be so well endowed underneath that loincloth he felt between
his legs?
�� That�s
better.�
�� Let me go, you sick fuck! Is that
how you like it? That dominant-submissive thing? I�m
not buying it!�
�� Please
be a good boy.�
�� I�m not some kid you can push
around, fucker! Now get the hell off me!�
�� Such a soldier. May I call you Soldier?�
�� What?!
What kind of sick pervert are you��
�� Tristan�s words were cut short with
a deep kiss. Its touch was the softest and most soothing in the world. Silk or
satin rubbed across his skin wouldn't be smoother than this. Not only that, its
voice was almost gentle and fatherly, like a father soothing his son with the
kindest words he hadn't heard for such a long, long time, what with his parents
always away on business in their fashion designing career. Its caresses and
hugs, its kisses and fondling were like never he had ever experienced. In fact,
he never felt this kind of feeling ever. Even as they carried on with their
ritual throughout the night, he was showered with butterfly kisses and
comforting words, and even though his mate was met with his harsh words and
occasional struggles, it continued with its tender loving care, making his
fulfillment of the deal not a chore at all, but a real night of real
love-making on pillows of cotton and rose petals and whispers of sweet
nothings.
�� Fuck! Fucking hell! Why did you
have to be so nice? Why? Why�?�
�� Tristan trembled both in anger and
shame at the vulnerable state he was. The sex was nothing he had imagined to
be. He had assumed it was going to be rough. He thought it was going to be a
one-night stand thing�technically it was�but the experience he endured was as
if he and his mate had been doing this forever, like they were long-time lovers
and a beautiful newly-wed couple sharing their first night together. The way it
moved inside him and thrust into him, it was like his body was meant for it to
salvage and indulge. Even when he was restrained by his mate�s headband, he
couldn�t help but feel the kinkiness of the situation, and it actually
heightened the pleasure of their love-making. The feeling of its tongue and
lips as it kissed him everywhere; the touch of its soft, soothing fingers and
hands as they roamed all over his body, sending tingles of ecstasy into his
nerves and overloading his sense; and the feeling of its manhood as it moved in
and out of him, hitting his source of euphoria over and over again were all so
vivid to him even though it was no longer at his presence. His mind was telling
him that this was wrong, that he should honour the
pact and that he should just forget about it and lay it aside as a weakness of
emotion, but his heart was aching, screaming for release, yearning for more of
this tenderness, wanting him to admit it felt good and it felt so right.
�� Damn it�Damn it! Damn it!!! Why are you doing this to
me?! WHY??�
�� Because of his mate, for the first
time in a very long while, Tristan Taylor actually cried.
--:--
�� Malik
groaned, waking up to something that felt almost like a hangover. The last time
he ever felt that was during Yugi�s birthday bash
when he and his friends took advantage of Solomon being out of town to
celebrate his birthday big time, and having one too many vodkas and tequilas.
�� He winced as he felt the bruises on
his body and the sores from the cuts on his body shooting up onto him. There
was only one word to describe his mate: evil. There was something dark and
sinister�and cold�about this hand that touched him, but he was into this
already, and there was no backing down the deal. He had to just get this over
and done with.
�� His mate was a very vain fellow. As
soon as his mate came up to the bed to have its way with him it was down right
to business and no nonsense, judging by the commanding way he spoke to him and
the way it removed his satin robe. It seemed like someone who calls the shots
and was mighty proud of itself. It had an air of cruel
vanity and sinister pride that made it look like an exclusive being, like it
took pleasure in seeing people suffer under its regime and that no one should
questions its methods if they know what�s good for them. It was rather bossy
and strong and was the master throughout the whole process. It was in control
and it wouldn't take no for an answer. Its movements, its grasps, its grips,
and its kisses; they were all so demanding.
�� Like Tristan, he wasn�t going to
allow his mate boss him around while taking it lying down. There's no way he
was going to fall apart in front of him. He slapped and clawed at it with his
nails, forcing it to let go. The last straw was when he bit its lip when it
tried to kiss him again. He knew he was meddling with danger as he felt the
aura around him beginning to change, but he wasn�t going to yield to someone he
didn�t even know, let alone allow it to treat him like a dog. As much as he
loved to hurt himself, this was going too far.
�� Suddenly he felt a click of some
chain bands on his wrists and ankles. He glared challengingly at it, demanding
an explanation but was replied with a really spooky, really creepy, really sinister pair of purplish
blood-red eyes that seemed to see through the depths of a man�s tortured soul. Malik gulped and couldn�t hold back a tremble of fear as he
reluctantly allowed his mate to do as it pleased. He could only assume that his
mate had discovered the modern world of SM sex, but it was further from what he
had expected.
�� Once he was claimed, he was in for
more than just the torture of SM. His body felt as if it was on fire,
slithering slowly through his skin, his flesh and finally through his bones as
the chains on his wrists and ankles began to work their murderous magic on him.
He felt his whole body temperature soared to a level not even the hottest
burning iron can inflict on him. It climbed in torturing pace from the tip of
his toes to the top of his head. He felt like as if he was being tortured by
all sorts of interrogation and death devices he had learnt back in History
Class about the Dark Middle Ages. He felt his body rise from the bed and the
chains tugging painfully at his wrists and ankles and could feel his mate�s
searing eyes as it watched with earnest at the way he was getting wet. He
didn�t know why, but the feeling of his mate watching him as he writhed and
wriggled and struggled for freedom was turning his body on involuntarily. By
the time his mate actually touched his nether regions�more like brushing its
finger very lightly onto his swollen clit�he was lost in an orgasm that lasted
so long, he lost track of time.
�� You sick�twisted bastard�� Malik breathed as another wave of dark magic surged up his
veins, intensifying his orgasm. He winced as he felt his mate�s finger entering
his pussy to take in an amount of his juice to lick. �You enjoy me�being an
exhibitionist for you�don�t you�?�
�� Yummy�Dark
Chocolate��
�� He could see the gleam in its eyes
as it slowly levitated up to his height and shifted his position so he was
slightly slanted with his feet pointing towards the bed. He felt his mate
rubbing its erection against his wet pussy to lubricate it before entering him
with one swift thrust, breaking his virgin once and for all. It raised his legs
a little for leverage and began to pound him without mercy. Its massive size
found his G-spot in no time and he was assaulted heartlessly in the mix of pain
and pleasure.
�� Malik
tried to break free from the chains and from the excruciating heat but it was
all in vain. The cold, clammy touch on him by his mate slowly became fiery hot,
burning through his skin and into his veins. He could hear its heavy breathing
and deep chuckle as it continued to ram into him with full force, its sharp
fangs attacking the rest of his naked body, drawing blood. Malik
couldn't hold it back, no matter how he tried. It was too much sensory overload
for him to bear. He let out scream after scream, begging to be let go. He
pleaded for him to stop torturing him, to let him go, but still not only the
ordeal continued, but at a quicker and sharper pace. He couldn�t hold back the
tears that flow like rain as the pain and pleasure of it all filled his senses,
threatening to explode and overflow over and over again. He was long gone in
his count of orgasms and didn�t think his body could handle anymore. It felt
like forever as he was rammed and bitten and thrust into and scratched and
pounded with the force of a freight train, his G-spot repetitively hit with no
breaks in between his orgasm. He was going out of his mind with his mate�s
manhandling and thought he could just die there and then. He didn�t know what
sort of superhuman endurance his mate had to hold back its orgasm, but he was
beyond pride and rebellion now. All he wanted was to end this euphoric suffer
and ecstatic torture and be shot full with its seed.
�� Please�Please, no more�I�m going
crazy�I can�t stand it anymore�please��
�� Say�Master��
his mate demanded, banging him hard at each word it
spoke.
�� Please, please stop��
�� Say�Master�!�
�� M�Master��
�� Loud��
�� Master!�
�� Again�!�
�� Master!
Master, please stop! Please, master, please, I beg you! Please stop!!!�
�� Malik
screamed as he felt his mate�s seed finally filling up amidst its mix of groan
and growls of pleasure. The chains disappeared in thin air and Malik felt himself lowered slowly back down onto the bed as
his mate continued to fill him up to the last drop. He was in a messy state of
tears, sweat and cum but he didn�t care anymore. He cried and cried and didn�t
think he could stop. In fact, this was the first time he had ever cried so hard
in his entire life. Throughout his years of growing, he had sworn not to be
weak and never to succumb to the emotions that would reveal him vulnerable.
Many people beat him up into a pulp and he had endured more pain than an
average delinquent would, yet he never shed a single tear. Tonight, of all
nights, his mate, a Whisperer and an Outer Being nonetheless, broke him beyond
repair and showed him pain that he never thought existed.
�� Just when he thought he was going to
cry himself silly, he felt his mate�s arms around him. Malik
flinched out of reflex, afraid that his mate would hurt him again, but instead
of inflicting pain, it actually licked every bite, sores and bruises it caused
throughout his body, its warm tongue somehow soothing the aches and cleaning
off any trace of blood around it. After finishing, it cradled him in its arms
and rocked to and fro like a mother would to a child and hushed him before
giving him the Breath of Draught.
�� The memory of this sudden turn of
events sent Malik into another pool of tears as he
was bombarded with confusion. What was his mate thinking? What was his problem?
First it treats him like dirt, like some freaking fuck toy to do as it pleases,
then it went all softy and consoled him like as if none of that ever happened! Why
did it even do it in the first place if it knew it was going to hurt him? Why waste
its time to baby him when all it had to do was just get it over and done with
normally?
�� And why did something that hurt so
bad could feel so good in the end?
�� It almost made him feel�alive and
human again somehow.
�� It was almost the same way he felt
whenever he wanted to hurt himself to remind him of his own person and not the Saviour of the World.
�� It wasn�t until he received the
phone call from Ryou to get ready and meet up at the
lobby that he was able to stop his bawling frenzy and got cleaned up to wear
the dark blue yukata.
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�� The sight at the lobby would make
any fashion slave think that dark blue is the new black. All the teen herms
were decently cleaned up and clad in their dark blue yukata
waiting for Tea and Miho to show up. There was an awkward silence in the
atmosphere, with a few whispered morning greetings in between, as they were
still trying to recover from their soreness of both their bodies and nether
regions. None of them spoke a word, but one look at each other�s eyes was
enough to tell what kind of experience they had last night during the ritual,
ranging from relief, awkward, blissful, disgust and confusion.
�� Perhaps the only facial that neither
one person could read were the five. They looked almost nonchalant and neutral,
and their faces were not exactly a dead giveaway to anyone. Maybe it was
because they were trying really hard to mask their expression and pretend that
nothing happened after what they have been through. Their pact was at stake. If
they were to reveal that they actually have a sway of thought over the whole
deal, the pact�and their friendship�would be over as they know it.
�� Finally Tea and Miho came with a
group of hotel staff carrying a tray of velvet boxes. Without a word, she
gestured the hotel staff to take the boxes off her and Miho�s and passed them
to each and every one. When the teens opened them, it revealed a thin silver
necklace with an apple-shaped crystal pendant the colour
of sunset that glimmered under the ray of sunlight that seeped its way into the
lobby window.
�� You don�t have to speak of anything
now, boys. I can tell that you�ve been through a lot,� Tea broke the ice as she
let Miho double-checked to see that everyone was there. Miho, aside from being
an Immortal, had a photographic memory and can remember things at a glance, and
she was one of the most important members under Mai�s governing. After seeing
Miho nodding in approval, Tea continued, �These necklaces are tokens of
appreciation for honouring the deal and a thank you
gift for bearing with the burden that is to come. Be assured that your families
will be heavily compensated and that you are going to be very well taken care
of throughout the upcoming pregnancy and delivery stage. You may take your
belongings and meet up at the parking lot. Our limos will drive you home. I have
notified the school to let you all have the whole week off to recover and
gather yourselves together. Again, we thank you on behalf of the society and of
Mai, Head of the Island, for your
contribution.�
�� Everyone shuffled back to their
floors to get whatever luggage was left behind. As they disappeared into the
elevator one by one, Tea approached the five.
�� So how�d it go, if you don�t mind
me asking? Sorry, but I can�t help feeling curious about you lot.�
�� There was a very long pause before
the five actually replied simultaneously.
�� It was alright.�

A/N: Uh, hello, boys. You�re not fooling anyone with that! Neways, hope you guys liked this chappie.
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