Teaser - Kala/Conan

“How does pasta sound for dinner. We could open up a nice bottle of wine and make it a nice cozy night.”

Cozy nights usually ended up with Kala getting fucked into the bed whether he was on his back or his belly. Either way they both enjoyed the act of making love and often cuddled afterwards however Conan got an idea to try something different with his lover.

“I have a better idea for tonight. What do you say we do things a little differently in the bedroom?”

Cocking his head to the side Kala raised an eyebrow at Conan.

“Oh? What were you thinking of?” He inquired.

A devilish grin appeared upon Conan’s lips as he captured Kala’s in a kiss.

“You remember than one night.” He paused to pull the more slender male into his lap and proceeded to speak while he lavished kissed upon the tanned neck of his lover. “When we were talking about what kinds of kinks we’d like to try.” The bigger males hands slid up Kala’s back as he bite on the area where Kala’s neck met his shoulder. A small moan left Kala’s lips as Conan sucked, nipped and kissed at his neck. It was absolute heaven when Conan would lavish attention to his neck.

“You’re…” Kala moaned again as he shifted so he was straddling his lover. His hand tangled into Conan’s long hair. “You’re point being?” Conan would often make it hard for him to think clearly.

“Well.” Conan’s lips dipped down Kala’s neck to the hollow of his throat licking up from the tender spot to his lover’s ear. Nipping and sucking lightly he whispered into Kala’s ear. “You said you wanted to try some bondage.”

At this statement Kala flushed a bright red but groans as he felt a large hand squeeze his behind. As a result he felt his shorts get a little tight as his member hardened. The mere thought of being tied up helplessly and played with to no end sent shivers of arousal through his body. Helpless and begging, two things he wanted Conan to make him do. He would be at the mercy at Conan’s hand if they went through with this plan. Conan grinned upon feeling the bulge against his stomach.

“Little excited at the thought are you my love.”  Conan’s voice rumbled against Kala’s throat before kissing the smaller male in his arms once more. 

prelude

This is just a teaser for August and Sebastian. I have been DYING to write some fluff/smut with them. Here's some of that for you. NO smut yet but it will be there :D
WARNING: INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!

The sun was setting in the quiet evening. August sat beside her tanned friend gazing at the river before them. It seemed so calm and peaceful. It was just what the two of them needed. To get away from the busy city and clear their minds. They had become good friends since their encounter, both fighting the same common enemy. For now they had a reprieve.  August glanced to Sebastian with a slight look of adoration in her violet eyes, black curls framing her pale face. He may have been older than her but he was still quite handsome, even with the beginning of grey in his dark brown, almost black, hair. A small smile crossed her lips as his hand grasped hers. Hazel green eyes locking with hers.

“Sebastian.” She said softly.

“Hmm?” he replied.

“Let take tonight and forget the world around us. Let just forget all the shit that’s happened and just enjoy the here and now…no regrets.” She said softly.

Sebastian knew she was right and maybe it would be a good thing to just take a night to themselves. After all they did become close friends, saving each-others asses in a bind. One night of being selfish couldn’t hurt could it? He brushed his lips against hers as if to ask if he could kiss her but she pressed her lips to his with a small groan. The man was old enough to be her brother or her uncle but August didn’t care. She wanted him. All of him. Her hand gripped his dark curly hair as he forced his tongue past her lips with a groan. It wasn’t long before August was straddling Sebastian and holding him close to her as she kissed him. Heat emanated from between her legs as she rubbed her clothed sex against the bulge in his pants. He pushed away slightly his hands on her shoulders. She was far too young. He couldn’t do this to her…he could treat her like a common whore. August was so much more than that.

“Sebastian?” Her voice was soft as her fingers stroked his bearded cheek.

“August honey…I can’t do this to you…” He replied.

“Is it because I am too young for you?” She muttered as she cupped his face in her hands. He still appeared very young, save for a few fine lines around his eyes and he was very handsome. A sigh emitted from his lips as he took her hands in his own large ones.

“That’s part of it…” He admitted.

“Sebastian.”

Hearing his name upon her lips made him feel whole. Anytime he heard his name upon her lips there was such a warmth to them. A warmth to her that emanated from her very flesh. Not the warmth one experiences during a fever but a loving, gentle, open warmth.

“I’m eight years your junior and do you think I care? Age does not matter to me.” Her lips curled into a smile as her fingers brushed a few locks of hair out of his eyes. He seemed to lean into her hand as she touched him. Such a soft and gentle touch she had, despite how cruel and vicious she could be. Sebastian hadn’t felt this comfortable, this safe with someone since the fallout with his ex-wife. August had such an effect upon him. She didn’t have to use her telepathy or her ability with illusions to get him to fall for her. It was a quality he enjoyed. She wasn’t one who abused her giftings to gain what she wanted. She used pure sincerity. Something Patricia did not have, he had later realized this once they had separated.

“Besides, I told you to not have any regrets and enjoy the here and now.” She whispered soft before kissing him hungrily. August was right. He shouldn’t have any regrets about now. In this place and time he was with a woman who genuinely cared about him, who thought of him first instead of herself, who was more mentally stable and together than his ex. And he felt the same way for her. A groan left his lips as he kissed her back his strong arms pulling her flush against him. Clothed breasts pressed against his firm chest, he wondered what they would feel like within his hands. Hands slid beneath her flannel shirt and cotton camisole trailing up her back but her back was not smooth. His fingers explored multiple scars upon her back and whatever flesh wasn’t scarred felt so smooth. A pang of pain entered his heart upon feeling the scars. What had August endured before they met? Who had hurt her? Once more he pulled away, his hands splayed upon her back. He felt her shudder beneath his touch.

“Don’t ask me about them now.” She pleaded. August didn’t plead or beg or cry. Him touching her scars made her seem more fragile more vulnerable. Not an aspect she normally would let anyone see. But he knew she trusted her and for the first time in a long time he saw openness in her purple orbs as they gazed into his hazel green ones.

“I won’t sweetheart.” He whispered back before tenderly kissing her plump lips once more. 

Fiore

A/N: Written in the chapter style of George R.R. Martin. Fiore's turn.

Fiore

It was hard to avoid the full moon…or at least the public during the full moon. The glow of the moon filtered through the blinds upon landing upon a figure huddled in the corner trembling.

‘Please don’t let me kill anyone tonight...’ she pleaded with her animal side but then she released a feral scream as her beast took over. Grey blue eyes widened as her nose and mouth elongated into a snout. Hands and feet contorted into wolf’s legs and paws. She fell to all fours silently screaming as a tail sprouted from her tailbone. Ears morphed into pointed wolfs ears and as the fur sprouted form her skin she tossed her head back releasing a long howl. Like a wolf’s. As soon as the transformation completed she trotted out of the flat she resided in, allowing instinct to take over. Sniffing about the place she caught the scent of the cat that had run from her the last full moon, and followed it. Fiore knew that the cat really wasn’t a cat. There was a distinct notion in her being that gave her such a notion. She wanted to find him, not to harm him, but to be friend him. She needed someone to be furry with once a month, not for mating purposes, but just a companion. The feeling of being alone on the full moon frightened her. She hated being alone. Keeping to the shadows she snuck out of her building and out to the alley ways. T’was better if she wasn’t seen, because she was bigger than a normal sized brown wolf and more feral than such, at least when she needed to be. Otherwise she was cuddly with a rather sweet disposition. Unheard of for someone of her kind. A rarity. The scent became faint briefly, she nearly lost it, but then she picked it up again stronger than before. As she followed the scent she came to a small cottage on the outskirts of the town. Upon approaching the door the scent hit her hard. It was so strong that she was positive the being she was looking for was here. The weather outside was a bit chilly and she’d rather not find herself naked in the cold on someone’s door in the morning so she began to whine like a dog would and pawed at the door softly. She paused then began the scratching again. There was smoke coming up from the chimney when she spotted the cottage so she knew someone was home. Once more she whined and scratched at the door. This time it opened for her and she was greeted by the sight of a young woman in sweats with curly black hair and brilliant violet eyes. She saw the smile on the woman’s face and her ears perked up.

“I was wondering when you were coming to find us.” The woman said and stepped aside. Fiore happily trotted in and shook her fur as if trying to shake the cold off of her. She then continued to a sitting room where a warm fire was blazing and proceeded to circle on the rug in front of it and lay down to warm her fur. Her blue grey eyes glanced up to a figure that stared at her in disbelief, his grey eyes widened in surprise.

“August!” he bellowed.

“Oh hush Leon. She’s harmless.” August said as she reentered the room and sat in the other overstuffed armchair, swinging a leg over one of the arm rests. Fiore glanced to the woman who smiled at her. The woman seemed to understand…perhaps she was a lycanthrope…but of a different sort. There were so many in the world and not all of them transformed on the full moon. Hesitantly she rose up on her paws and slowly walked towards the woman, whose name she had discovered was August, ears low in submission. August in turn looked her way and smiled reaching out and placed her hand on Fiore’s head. Her fingers lightly scratched Fiore’s ears. She liked this action from the human. Relaxing under the ear scratch Fiore’s tail began to thump lightly against the floor, panting happily at the attention.

“Woman what are you doing?!” Leon cried.

“Giving her attention. She’s nothing but a sweetheart Leon.” August replied as her hand then descended down Fiore’s back. Fiore relished in the attention she was getting from the woman then laid upon the floor rolling onto her back as if to ask for a belly rub.

“Awe do you want a belly scratch now honey?” August was entertained by this. A hind leg began to shake as August scratched and rubbed the fur upon Fiore’s belly.

“August.” Leon sounded displeased but Fiore didn’t care. She was enjoying the belly rub.

“Leon. She’s a rare type of werewolf. Look at how docile she is.”

Blue grey eyes glanced up at August looking a bit sad. How did the woman know she was a werewolf? She had hidden it so well. Her eyes met the violet ones, flames danced in their reflection.

“Your secret is safe with us honey.” August smiled at her. “You can stay here for tonight.”

Fiore couldn’t believe her luck! First August had let her in to sit by the fire, then she was given an ear scratch and a belly rub, sure her secret about being a werewolf had been spilled but she didn’t care/ August was going to permit her to stay the night anyway. She wouldn’t be alone.

“Fine but please keep her out of my bedroom.”

“Leon what do you have against werewolves.”

“August you know my favorite animal form is a cat. I tend to not like canines so much.”

“Yes but Leon she isn’t fully a canine. She’s a lycanthrope. She didn’t choose to be a werewolf.”

“Just…just keep her out of my room or the night…please…”

“Alright. She’ll stay in mine. Besides I could use a nice warm body to sleep with. I tend to get cold.”

“Don’t forget. Fion’s going to call in the morning.”

Fiore’s ears perked up and she rolled onto her belly at the mention of Fion. How did they know her cousin?

“He’s going to ask us if we’ve made any progress searching for this hydro kinetic guy.”

Leon heaved a sigh.

“I know…and I wish we had a lead…but we still don’t have anything. Your telepathy can only go so far.”

“I know. We’ll find him. He has to be here somewhere.”

“Night August.”

“Night Leon.”

Leon padded out of the room to his own bedroom. Fiore glanced up to the woman who had given her so much attention and placed a paw upon her knee. August glanced to her and ruffled the fur upon her head.

“Let’s go get some sleep girl. We’ll keep each other warm tonight.”

With that being said August rose to her feet and headed out of the room glancing to Fiore. It was if the woman was beckoning to her. Fiore followed obediently but what she heard intrigued her. The woman had telepathy. If she had that ability she could have more. Maybe Fiore wasn’t the only ‘freak’ in this city. They spoke of her cousin and some man he was looking for. Why were they looking for someone who could control water? Fiore didn’t know but she was tired from the evening. All she would have loved to do was flop upon a bed and sleep to her hearts content. AS soon as they entered August’s room she bounded up and vaulted onto the bed. Apparently the sight received laughter from the woman as she crawled into the bed beside her. Fiore scooted closer to August as the woman reached her hand to stroke the furry ears.

“We can talk more in the morning with you. After a nice hot breakfast.”

August spoke to her like she was a person instead of a dog. Fiore was pleased with this fact and licked Augusts face contentedly. Another giggle came from August’s lips as she ruffled Fiore’s fur once more.

“Sleep now.” She said soon drifting to sleep. Fiore licked her hand once more before curling on the covers. Things might be good with these two people, even if one of them wasn’t too fond of her. She’d get to talk to him later. For now she closed her eyes and began breathing deeply as she slipped into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months. 

August

A/N: I'm doing my NaNoRiMo project in the style of George R.R. Martin...chapter wise. Here is another character.

August

So someone had decided to rape and murder another woman. The killer wasn’t going to get away this time. As he darted away the shadows seemed to follow him. He bolted into a dark alley sweat beading upon his brow. The man took shelter within the shadows just as his pursuers passed the alley but as soon as they left he noticed something strange about the shadows he was hiding in. They seemed to be caressing him. Touching him in places he had no desire to be touched him. It wasn’t until he realized that she shadows were not shadows at all…but rather tentacles devised form shadows. He began to panic. Every time he attempted to grasp one in his hands it slipped through like mist and charged at him from another direction. If the tentacles weren’t solid then how was it that they were wrapping around his wrists ankles and torso while others touched him in places he didn’t know he had. The black tendrils formed into hands. One covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming as the other slid beneath his clothes shredding them from the inside out. Inside his head he heard a voice…not one of those voices where a conscience is speaking. This voice was dark, cold and threatening.

“You know what goes through a woman’s mind when she is kidnapped and forcibly fucked against her will?” It sneered.

Before him a pair of vibrant red eyes glowed in the darkness. There was no figure they belonged to. Just a pair of bright red eyes burning into his soul. The appendages that held him shook him violently.

“Do you! Answer me you fucking cunt!”

Even within his mind he was silent. The only thing apparent was fear. That held him back from answering any questions this being might have.

“Well seeing as you won’t answer I might as well give you a taste of what it is like. Don’t bother to scream. No one will hear you.”

The voice in his head lingered far longer than he wished. The tentacles entrapping him tugged at his limbs. One became cylindrical with a rounded point and delved into his mouth thrusting in and out roughly and deeply. Other tentacles caressed and fondled areas of his body before one followed its comrade and shoved itself into the man’s ass forcefully beginning a brutal pace of thrusting. If the victim could cry out he would but he was muffled by the foreign object violating his mouth. Tears of shame burned in his eyes as a smaller appendage coiled around his manhood, stroking it vigorously, painfully almost. It was if the tendril was trying to rip off the skin from the organ or rip off the organ itself.

“How does it feel slut! Does it feel good!” The voice boomed in his head, the tentacles actions became rougher. Then all of a sudden they withdrew dropping him to the ground. The wailing of sirens were faintly heard but they were coming closer and closer. In panic the man scrambled to gather his clothes to get away from the haunted alley as fast as he could. But that meant running into the cops. If he went through the alley the terror of being molested by the tentacles or whatever they were surged through him. There was no way out.

A dark figure perched upon the rooftop of the building glared down upon him, purple eyes behind a set of wire framed glasses, vibrant with fury. They watched as the police arrested the man and dragged his abused naked self away. The figure heaved a sigh as it lit up a cigarette before inhaling the toxic smoke.

“Now did you have to be that drastic August?” came a voice.

Violet eye flickered to the voice and exhaled the smoke from her pink lips. Beside her sat a cat with gleaming grey eyes and blue grey fur.

“Yes Leon. Rapists and murdered should have a taste of the terror they inflict upon their victims.” He tone was dark and she inhaled the smoke once more.

“I know August but you should really let the police handle them.”

She snorted glaring at the cat. To anyone else it would have looked strange to see a young woman perched upon a building talking to a cat. To August this was normal.

“And have weeks maybe months pass by while the idiot roams free to commit more crimes? I don’t think so.”

“August.”

“Leon. It’s what they deserve. Besides police catch them faster after I’m through.”

Another inhale and another exhale. There was a slight menthol flavor to the cigarette. Just the way August liked them.

“You make a point but couldn’t you just scare them a bit instead of instilling traumatic events upon them?”

“Scaring them doesn’t get the point across. You should know this better than anyone.”

Leon heaved a sigh and crept onto her lap rubbing up against her stomach lightly.

“Does this have anything to do with what happened to you August?”

She winced placing a hand upon his back nearly gripping the fur.

“Please don’t bring that up Leon…I’m still healing from that…”

Leon sensed the discomfort in August. He knew damn well what she had been through and if it wasn’t for him she probably wouldn’t be alive. A purr came from his throat as he nuzzled his friend.  

“I’m sorry friend. Come on we should get home. I’d rather not run into the werewolf that’s been lurking about lately.”

August just smiled.

“She’s harmless. She has better things to do than terrorize cats.” She replied as she stood up holding her friend in her arms.

“How do you know?”

“Read her mind. Telepath remember?”

“Oh right.”

As soon as she had gotten to her feet she slipped into the shadows with her friend in hand. 

Sebastian

A/N: Okay so I'm attempting this in the way that George R.R. Martin did his book series. So hopefully things will work that way. Anyway were going to start off with a man named Sebastian.

Sebastian

3 AM in the dingy hotel room. It was a smoking room so the dim scent of cigarette smoke filled the space. A flicker of light came from his lighter as he lit a cigarette and he inhaled deeply. A pause and he exhaled the smoke from his lips. The man leaned back in his chair appearing as if he were in a daze. The hooker he had hired that night to help relieve his…tension had passed out on the bed. No doubt from too much booze she had consumed. Another inhale and another exhale. Sebastian did not care that he was destroying his health nor did he care that he was endangering hers. He grimaced a bit, feeling extremely disgusted with himself after fucking the skinny whore into the bed earlier that night. A loud snore came from the bed as the blonde rolled over, her heavily made up face smeared. He sat there observing her. She was just like every other whore he encountered. Fake, empty, low morals and low self-esteem. After he finished his cigarette he snuffed it out in his homemade ashtray and rose to his feet heading towards the bathroom, stripping as he went. He needed to wash the ‘filth’ from his body…as least as well as he could. Naked he turned the shower on shivering at the cold water as it spouted from the showerhead. His fingers hovered within the line of fire waiting for the water to become warm. A few moments later and he stepped in drawing the curtain closed. He just stood there feeling hollow. It had been two years since his daughter was kidnapped and murdered and since his nasty divorce from his wife. It had left him with hardly anything to hold onto. His ex-wife had gotten most if not all of his assets in the settlement. It was because of her vicious lies and her demented state of mind that she won. How demented was she while they had been married and how had he not seen her psychological issues? Why hadn’t he gotten any help for her sooner? These thoughts and more wandered in his mind as he stood under the stream of hot water. It took him a moment to register why he had gone in the bathroom. He picked up the bar of soap and glided it over his tanned flesh scrubbing away the layer of ‘filth’ upon him. He lathered up his chest hair as well as the line of hair trailing form his chest to his belly and beyond. The soap and water didn’t help any but it made him feel better to scrub himself clean. There was hardly a bar left when he finished lathering the soap upon his body. Tilting his head back he allowed the water to wash onto his face and closed his eyes. The water clung to his hair and face, even soaked into his beard as it gently guided the soap suds on his body to the base of the tub. He heaved a heavy sigh to calm him. The water on his face helped as well. It soothed him greatly. Reminded him of where he came from somehow. Even reminded him that he was its master. He was far too weary to make the water dance upon his fingertips or create creatures form it. Like when he would for his little girl.

Andrea…

The thought of her brought tears to his eyes. The poor child was only nine years old when she was kidnapped and murdered. The sight of her mangled body was burned into his memory. Lowering his head he placed a hand over his eyes while one braced him against the white tile of the shower and wept. He wept for his little Andrea wishing so badly that she was never taken and that she was still here with him. At least he would have something to live for. He remembered the way she smiled. So joyful and so bright, full of love and life. How her hazel green eyes glimmered in the light. They were much like his own. She was born with her daddy’s eyes. She was a beautiful child, fair skinned with blond hair and freckles that danced across her nose. He began to weep even harder upon the memories haunting him. She was a gift from God and she had been taken away from him. It was then that Sebastian had lost all faith in God. How could God allow this to happen to the most innocent and sweetest little girl on the planet? If this was true then to him there was no kind almighty being in the universe. Only cruel vindictive omnipresent sons of bitches. He fell to his knees his body wracked with sobs as Andrea’s beautiful face haunted him. 

Rantings: No Really This is Needed

Okay so you've all heard  my rant about my least favorite class.
This is ranting about yesterday.
So part of the rules in the costume shop is no inappropriate shop talk as well as no excessive talking or singing. Yeah no singing period. (but we bend the rules a bit and sing softly when some people aren't there. Advanced students warn us when we are singing too loud but at least they are nice about it.) Anyway. Inappropriate shop talk. Limited swearing, nothing about sex or the like, alcohol or drugs or whatever. It does happen and we to get warned or chewed out about it. It depends upon who is telling it to you. Now the advanced student the costume shop manager and one of the other professors are really nice about it. Even when they are stressed. However there is one instructor who give me the impression that she is high and mighty. Anyway I was talking about a Rocky Horror callback with a couple people that went and saw the show on Halloween. It had to do with a butterfly masturbating. So I tried to keep my voice low but apparently it wasn't low enough because not a moment after she screamed  INAPPROPRIATE SHOP TALK and proceeded to bitch me out about how it was inappropriate. Well one I was trying to keep my voice low so she wouldn't hear, two I honestly didn't think that I would get bitched at for that, three she bitched to me in such a tone that I really wanted to say fuck you to her. No really I wanted to scream fuck you to a teacher for overreacting to a small little indiscretion. Apparently she was stressed out. That does not give any one a reason to bitch out someone for a minor mistake. Yeah were all guilty of it but being stressed over something or other does not give ANYONE the reason to get angry at someone else for any reason. Now this isn't the first time I've wanted to yell fuck you to her. Now one of my biggest issues is when I am working on a project (sewing painting drawing or what have you) I tend to like to have conversations with my fellow peers. Now usually I keep my eyes on my work as I work but there are some times where I do like to make eye contact with whomever I am talking to. Apparently I talk a lot. I hate silence sometimes. I vocalize my thoughts as I work sometimes (about what I am working on) and apparently I was doing it to the point where I had to be shushed. Now I try not to talk too much but if someone talks to me I am going to respond. Now it wasn't the fact that I was shushed that bothered me (because I don't usually have a problem with that) Its the way she shushed me. There was such a bitterness to her tone that I really felt a sting come from her words. It wasn't like a small sting this was one of those "I'm going to chew you up and spit you out" sort of stings. Now I don't know what is going on with her what her family is like or why she is the way she is. All I can say is she gave me the impression that she was high and mighty and extremely prude. NO I do not use prude in a very nice sense. I felt like I gravely offended her with my one stupid comment about a call back that is used during Rocky Horror. I wasn't talking about sex or masturbation itself. So now when I am in lab I might as well just keep to myself shut up and not say a word to avoid having her be a bitch if I do something that SHE doesn't approve of.
I guess it is still frowned upon to think outside of the box and be a little creative or unusual according to some people. I suppose that censorship rules above all else even in theater.
Now there is another thing. Since when did theater have censorship! The costume shop and costuming and any tech work is a part of theater. Now it is my understanding that in theater there are not comfort zones no wall no boxes. So if someone is working in a theater, whether it be costuming, lighting or what have you, for a show it seems so wrong that talk needs to be limited to PG-13. Because god knows something could go wrong and someone will yell FUCK at the top of their lungs because of an injury a mistake or an accident. Or some people could be talking about a hot steamy night off in a corner in a low tone so people don't overhear. God forbid that someone can't have a conversation as they work.
I'm sorry I'm still really pissed and hurt that one person threw innocent words with such spite at me because I made one little slip up. Fuck I cried for about an hour last night because I was so hurt by her tone. I know it seems childish to cry over something so small but when someone figuratively whips you with such a sting you kind of want to break down and cry from it.
I do not understand what her issue is or if she has to have control over her environment. But it hurt and really did make me feel like I was a useless nothing and that I didn't belong there among them.
Yeah...

Peaches Segement

Here is a link to the smut segment of my fanfic Peaches. Mature Audiences only!

http://aliceckirk.tumblr.com/post/12232753922/peaches