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Zero. -Chapter One-Category: Grisly Aphrodisiac.
Sunday, 4 July 2010
11:04:42 PM (GMT)
  The luminous lights had aroused me as I slowly opened my eyes; my eyes went
into focus and I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling a headache creeping along. I looked
around to notice that I was in a small room with concrete walls; my hands were tied
to the back of a chair and my feet were shackled.
“What the hell..” I thought to myself in a mix of confusion and rage.
	A man walked in, smirking at me with a switchblade in his hand. He was about six
foot two which was an inch taller than me, he was lean and had toned muscles, his
skin was a smooth olive tone, and his eyes were an aqua green. He looked familiar
like someone I have seen before.
“Cyril, I never thought I’ll see you again. Nor capture you.” He said in a
heavy Italian accent.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked hoarsely.
“You don’t remember me? Even though we met like seven years ago?” He chuckled.
	I just gave the man a blank stare then began to look down at the floor, trying to
remember who he was. His eyes were boring into me and I could feel his smirk while I
was trying to recollect thoughts and memories until it hit me like a right hook to my
jaw. I shot a glare at him as I began to snarl at the man.
“Simone! I will fuckin’ strangle once I get out of here!” I yelled, struggling
to free my hands.
“Oh, I’ll find that very sexy, Cyril. Not to mention that you are my husband who
ran away from me.” He said, watching me struggle.
	I laughed maniacally and he gave me a questioning look which made me smirk. Simone
was indeed my husband but I escaped from him cause he became too obsessed with me.
Holding me as a possession, which was hot until I had enough. He was a belonephilia,
a piquerist, and a pyromaniac; not to mention he’s been out of an asylum which was
probably the odd reason why I found him attractive.
“Simone, babe, how about you come over here and give daddy a little kiss.” I
demanded, licking my lips.
	His eyes lit up with sheer lust and joy as he walked up towards me and bent down to
my level. He crushed his lips upon my mines making the kiss into a ravenous one. I
smirked and bit down on his lip causing it to bleed; he gasped and moved away quickly
while wiping the blood off his lip. I chuckled softly then licked the little bit of
blood that got onto my lip; he stared at me with a hint of disappointment but the
lust was still burning in his eyes. He sat down on my lap, facing me then began to
slowly trail the switchblade down my chest. 
“I don’t know why I always find Russian men sexy, maybe cause you all seem like
coldhearted bastards who just wanna drink and fuck.” He stated, tracing my nipple
with the tip of the blade.
“I just found your insanity very sexy. I mean you literally kidnapped me and locked
me up in here which tells me you really do love me.” I purred, biting his neck.
	He sat back on my lap, facing me again. He licked the left side of my face, savoring
the taste as he began to grind on my lap. I grunted and glared at him, knowing that
he was doing this to torture me. He smirked as he started to glide the blade down my
stomach slowly while grinding on my lap; I started chuckling once I pulled the ropes
off of my wrists.
	I wrapped an arm around his abdomen as I looked into his eyes just to see shock and
fear in them.
“Y’know, you shouldn’t really tie me up especially since I carry a knife in my
back pocket whenever you try this plan.” I stated, making my grip tighter.
“And what will you do to me, Cyril? Are you gonna punish me?” He asked, unzipping
my pants.
	I gave him a coy smile as he released my erection; he stood up and got down on his
knees as he slowly started stroking my cock. I let out an erotic sigh and looked down
at him, gesturing him to go on. He started to pump faster and ran his thumb over the
slit of the head, smearing the pre cum that was dribbling out.
“I guess this shows who’s bottom and who’s top.” He chuckled, taking my
member into his mouth.
	I growled at his comment and yanked his head up by his hair. I wasn’t gonna allow
him to make a fool out of me with that ridiculous comment of his.
“I’ll show you who’s bottom. Now, take these goddamn shackles off of me.” I
demanded coldly.
	He silently obeyed and took out a small key then unlocked the shackles on my ankles;
I stood up and pinned him down to the floor, unzipping his pants and pulling them
down with his boxers too. I put two of my fingers in front of his face and he
immediately knew what to do, he took them into his mouth and started sucking on the
	He was evenly coating them with saliva until I grunted an okay and pulled them out;
I began to finger his entrance, stretching him out before let myself in. I started a
scissoring motion and I felt him relaxing to my movements then began to rock his
hips. This made me smile and I went a bit faster, earning a soft moan from him.
“Mm, I’m ready, Cyril.” He moaned.
	I pulled out my fingers then got down on my knees and slowly entered inside of him.
He groaned from the discomfort so I slid back out and thrusted back in roughly,
hearing a gasp of pleasure escape his lips.
	I started going at a steadier pace, more of a lovemaking pace. I just wanted to hear
his soft moans and whimpers as I went slow and steady. He lightly clawed at my chest
as he arched his back a little; I leaned over and nibbled at his neck while thrusting
a bit more roughly.
“God, you don’t know how much I missed you.” He whispered in my ear.
“Are you gonna start crying on me?” I chuckled, planting a gentle kiss on his
“ Just shut up and fuck me.” He said, smiling.
	I smiled back and thrusted faster, already feeling my climax coming to a peak. I
wrapped my hand around his cock and started pumping at the pace of my rhythmic
movements, hearing him groan and arch into my hand; I picked up the pace and felt his
cock twitch and tense in my hand.
“Cyril!” He screamed, coming on his stomach and my hand.
	I continued thrusting for a few moments until I grunted and came right inside of
him, my seed leaking out; I pulled out of him and laid down next to him, pulling into
a passionate ravenous kiss.
“Cyril?” He said, once we pulled away.
“What?” I replied, looking at him.
“Don’t you ever leave me again or I’ll castrate you.” He threatened,
glowering at me.
	I just laughed then zipped my pants back up and got back up. Then I looked down at
him, with a wryly smile as I slammed the door behind me. Cyril Kirill Oleg, a Russian
immigrant married to a man who might one day kill me while I’m sleeping, what a
beautiful marriage this is gonna be.

 Mkay, soo the sexay tiem kinda sucked but ehh, give me a break. It's been a while
since I wrote something with two guys having sex. But tell me what you think. :D
Last edited: 4 July 2010

‹Wallflowers♥› says:   4 July 2010   589829  
"Don't you ever leave me again or I'll castrate you."

Greatest line in all history of gay stories. x]
‹schreimord†› says:   4 July 2010   701191  
x] Hehe. Thats whats so effin amazing about it.
‹Wallflowers♥› says:   4 July 2010   395646  
x] I wanna make a shirt that says that now.
‹schreimord†› says :   4 July 2010   394406  
:o Make one!

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