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The Devil’s Tongue | Lewd Misconduct x BlackBlood

Fennec

Fennec

Who are you when no one is watching?
Joined
Feb 5, 2015
The eighteen year old watched absentmindedly from the top floor of Pinkley Hall’s gym as students with backpacks and luggage walked towards the campus entrance. Winter break was officially here and few remained on campus during that time. As an RA and international student, Sophomore, Cian Vain was one of the few. After his parents were killed the summer of his freshman year, he found that he no longer had a desire to return to South Korea. Not when his town considered him to be both a monster and his parent’s perpetrator.

You see, Cian discovered in a rather conspicuous way that he was more than human when he stopped a car from colliding with him mid-motion when he was sixteen. His parents tried to label it a miracle, and act of God, but even they didn’t look at him the same way. Coupled with his korean lineage being “tainted” with the blood of his pale eyed, Irish mother, and his status as an outcast was solidified.

Cian could understand why the town placed their murders on his head. He had been the one to find their dismembered bodies when he returned home from school, completely torn to pieces in ways he’d never seen in his life. Nothing in the human world was capable of this. Cian broke down for two hours, his mind destroying various objects throughout the house, before someone called authorities due to the commotion. There was no way authorities could pin it on him as his parents were dead long before he returned home but it didn’t stop them from trying due the the rumors around town. If he was honest with himself, it all left him emotionally stunted.

It was a wonder that the university made him an RA, but then again, a smile and punctuality will get you far. All things considered, he actually wasn’t bad at the job. He knew when to look the other way and when to step in. He was on good terms with most but he knew he rubbed a few the wrong way in terms of rule enforcement. Coursework was easy enough to complete so the extra duties didn’t eat too much into his time and the two clubs he was a part of fulfilled any leadership requirements. One of which was a ruse to lure any like him to the group.

“Finally some peace and quiet.” His low voice was quiet in the empty room as he turned the treadmill off with his mind and picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his face and neck.

Cian made his way towards the men’s showers, already removing his shirt in anticipation of the cool water hitting his heated body. Light blue eyes quickly scanned the locker room and found it seemingly empty. He made quick work undressing and walked slowly to a shower stall, his mind already on the mental training he would need to do in the forest preserve next to his dorm room. Cian didn’t knew another like him and until he did, training would happen on his own. After what happened with his parents, he wanted to be prepared in any way possible.
 
Iason wasn't known for being a social butterfly, if anything the Japanese American teenager was abrasive and rude as far as the other students were concerned, and several of them found him to be downright cruel. He openly attacked any male students who tried to flirt with him, and women avoided him like the plague after he all but made sure one of them ended up without a way out of the locker room wearing clothing. He was simply a destructive force- but the school couldn't ever seem to find proof of what he was doing- or at least they brushed it all off as rumor.

His grades were top of the class, right along with Cian, and whoever was paying his way also seemed to be donating a lot of money to the campus itself as well, possibly even paving the way to blindness on his other behaviors. Now that break was here, the Asian male was finding himself at least semi-relaxing. With so few staying on campus it meant he could get some of that quiet time he'd been craving. No need to watch his back so much and he doubted if altogether there were more than six students left.

He ran his hand back through those dark raven locks and pulled out his pack of smokes as he meandered his way into the forested area. He was happy not to find his deal was fucked, which was why staying on campus was a good thing rather than a bad one. Leaving the grounds would mean offering to let Morningstar decide what he did during break, and those options were far from appealing given what the other had decided to turn him into. Going to Japan for two weeks would have sounded great to most, but then waking up next to some Yakuza head honcho was not on his list of 'fun things to do during Winter Vacation' so no thanks.

He stuck one of those slender black sticks into his mouth and lit one end, taking a long draw before dropping down to sit next to a tree and leaned back against it closing his emerald eyes. Let the other students think of him as a monster, it was better that way too. At least there was somewhere in this tainted universe where no one wanted to touch him, and he much preferred if it stayed that way... he wouldn't even stir from that pose when someone else came in- after all no one dared approach the punk goth, no matter how beautiful he looked with his hair up in a messy ponytail, that green silk half kimono barely tight shut against the chill air, and black leather pants that clung to his body like a second skin disappearing beneath knee-high tie and buckle mockery of military-style boots.
 
Cian made a quick stop at his dorm to grab some food before walking across the quad to leave campus and enter the wood. He decided to forego a jacket in favor of a black long sleeved thermal and gloves. He wanted to be as mobile as possible as it helped his concentration. The forest floor maintained its stark white, fluffy snow and contracted with the heavily trafficked sidewalks, now dirty and sloshed from shoes.

It was quiet, most wildlife now hibernating or holed up somewhere deeper into the forest. He walked for 20 minutes until he could no longer see the campus entrance, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Cian recreated the scene before him with his mind, forcing himself to recreate every detail he could. It was a part of the process, creating the picturesque scene in order to later manipulate it. Cian focused on the four large rocks that formed a diamond to the left of him. He pictured lifting the one by one in his mind and the action translated itself to the real of reality. Opening his eyes, he focused on the forms and they began moving midair. One moved left to right, the second moved up and down, the third moved diagonally, and the fourth moved in a horizontal circle. The act helped him work on spatial awareness as well his ability to maintain his hold on an object. He was doing a good job of loosening his muscles when he caught an altogether unnatural scent in the air.

The rocks stilled instantly as his blue eyes narrowed. He looked around the clearing and saw nothing but the smell of smoke, cigarettes, came to the left. He let the rocks fall and they hit the forest floor with a dull but loud thud and moved in the direction of the smell until he came across a raven haired man sitting against one of trees. He made no effort to make his footsteps quiet, but he didn’t need to when he he mind could muffle the sound of impact. The man’s eyes were closed so he took the moment to ingrain his image in his mind, not the manipulate per say...but for later. The man was...handsome to say the least. Cian had never seen the man before.

“It’s a little cold to be out here, no?” His index finger pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before putting his hands in his pockets.
 
Iason had shifted slightly, his senses picking up on something odd further down the path- but it had nothing to do with him, so he ignored it for now... instead he simply continued to enjoy the cool air and the feeling of the smoke gathering in his lungs before letting it out. He had no idea that, though his body allowed the nicotine to work on him, it quickly obliterated the negative effects of smoking from his body. Despite his own beliefs, he was not human, and never would be. He shifted slightly against the tree and grumbled under his breath at the thought of someone else having the same idea as him being left on campus.

Just as he'd decided to move away from his spot he heard the uninvited footsteps approaching his position and those long lashes lifted to give his 'guest' a look at those pretty, dimly glowing emerald eyes. Briefly, those pupils seemed to go from human to draconic, something the raven-haired Asian was unaware that they did when he was annoyed and would have denied if broached on the topic. He sighed and slowly stood up, that green silk half-kimono slid back down from where it had bunched at his waist and he flicked the nearly finished cigarette to the ground before stepping on it and grinding it out into the dirt.

"Your point? You're out here, and I'm pretty fucking sure there wasn't any signs saying you owned the place," He smirked then leaned to one hip as he ran his hand up through the back of his hair and into that mess of a black ponytail that may or may not have been a top knot at one point earlier in the day. "You're that kid with all the rumors on him, right? Killer and whatnot... well, whatever. It doesn't affect me... you can have the fucking place if you want it..." He moved and brushed passed Cian, his shoulder shoving the other aside despite the fact he had plenty of space to get around without doing so. "Have fun jerkin' off, freak." He called back as he stretched his arms up and locked those gloved hands together- if the tattered things he wore could even be considered gloves...

Rumors were something Iason always got his hands on, after all, there were plenty about him as well. He'd not had a good reputation even before he came to the college- and since getting there, he'd not helped in improving it either.. often tormenting those who were openly homosexual and bullying them into keeping their distance... and he wasn't much better with females. Maybe even worse....
 
Cian’s finger twitch at the sight of the cigarette butt on the ground, the only sign of his annoyance. He didn’t have many quirks but he hated anyone who disrespect Mother Nature. Cian was willing to let it go in favor of Iason leaving so he could continue his practice but the other had to continue running his mouth. Cian’s jaw tightened but he didn’t answer, his eyes Bebe leaving Iason’s. The rumors were ever present but speculation brought on by a vindictive ex who dug a little too much into his past. Fortunately all evidence pointed to a case closed to anyone who searched.

Cian stepped to the side to reduce the impact of the Iason’s shoulder. Cian turned and watched his retreating form, wheels turning. It wouldn’t be the first time and it’s not like anyone would believe and this egit over me. Besides I’ve seen him from nearly every angle at this point, what’s a few more? It was rare that Cian got to practice with a living toy.

Cian’s arms stretched out in front of Iason and then get a quick pull as if tugging on a rope. He smirked as Iason’s unexpectedly head snapped back and he lost his balance, his loose ponytail now taught with tension for a few moments before Cian released the pressure.

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to shit where you eat?” Cian walked towards the man slowly and looked down at him, eyes sliding over his form. “Pick up you trash and put it where it should be. And the next time you see me, you’d do well to keep any mention of my family out of that sweet little mouth of yours unless you’d like it filled instead.” With a slight push of his hand, Cian forced the Iason back to where he originally way by the tree and began his walk back to the dorms, suddenly irritated at the feeling of arousal. He couldn’t help it he supposed. The sight of a gorgeous, rebellious, man underneath him had a tendency to do that. In that moment, he wondered how he’d never noticed the other.
 
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Iason let out a growling hiss at the sudden yank on his hair that toppled him... his immediate reaction was to grab, hit or fight back in some way... This was not ignored as he struggled to grab at Cian who shocked him by not being where he could connect. His emerald eyes widened- so not all the rumors were bullshit! This guy had some weird abilities, and it meant he was a lot more dangerous than the pretty Japanese male could have anticipated. He was frantic in seconds, as the only other person he knew of who seemed to have unexplainable abilities was the one he was currently avoiding by being here.

Those dragon slits were all too visible in those semi-glowing eyes as Cian looked down at him and Iason did try to take a swing, "Fuck you!" He hissed before he was flung back at the tree he'd been resting against with a small growl... not even realizing that his own eyes were glowing, nor that his fingernails looked more like claws briefly. Those eyes only left the other when they had closed for half a second on hitting the tree itself... He shuddered, his own body having warmed slightly from the rough treatment...

"Fucking freak..." He hissed lowly and was quick to readjust his Kimono and worked his hands through the mess of black hair to help cover his back a bit more. He felt semi-vulnerable for a few seconds, knowing if his back got left open there would be more than a little problem to deal with... he shivered at the thought. Of course, most normal people would just think of it as a 'cool tattoo'... but with his shitty luck, someone would know enough about the Yakuza to recognize a slave tattoo...

What made it worse was the fact he was actually feeling that training kicking in, or what he thought was training, and his body was more than a little uncomfortable... he shakily pulled out another cigarette and got slowly to his feet as he lit it. "Damn psycho..." He muttered, only to laugh mockingly at himself- as if he was any better.....
 
Cian’s steps slowed as his mind caught up with his eyes. He was going to ignore Iason’s shit talking but the sudden awareness of difference made that impossible. What did I just see? He looked ahead of his as his eyes replayed the moment before in his mind, stripped away the clothes, the hair, the voice, and focused on his eyes. They were more than green, more than expressive, and definitely not human. Contacts? No....the pupils were reactive. Cian pulled his hands from his pockets and turned around to face the other.

Those damn cigarettes. He held out his hand, his mind pulling the cancer stick from Iason’s hand and crossing the distance into his own. “Your eyes....and those fingers too.” His head cocked to the side in curiosity. It was evident that whatever would happen from here on out would remain between them since they both had secrets to keep.

“Tell me, what are you?” That is unless he wasn’t the only one. “Are there others like you?” Cian would be lying if he said the thought of meeting someone else with abilities didn’t excite him. As solitary as he was, knowing you were an abomination wasn’t the easiest pill to swallow.
 
Iason's expression at the sudden roundabout, and at losing his cigarettes, told a story... the one in front of him had no clue he wasn't human. He obviously had traits that made it difficult to ignore, but somehow this one had managed to convince himself these were all normal- or at the very least, figments of his imagination. The last part would mean Iason was far from normal in a different fashion... either the cocky male was a willing drug user, or someone had forced it on him. Given the fact that he smoked and dressed as he did with a cross between gothic and upper class, most humans would assume he did drugs on his own... but there was something about the clarity of voice, the fact that those eyes focused so easily, and his obvious distaste for losing control over his own body that said quite the opposite.

So how was it Iason would assume he was seeing things, or that he was in any way human? Easy enough- he had to have been convinced of it... someone had been pulling his strings for a very long time and he was only free of it since coming here.... or at least mostly free.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He brought his hands up just in case, but those 'claws' had returned to normal- and it wasn't like he was going to pull out his compaq to see if his eyes were odd, "Of course there are... unlike you, I'm no more of a freak than the rest of the world... unless you mean are there other Japanese students here that were raised in the U.S.?" He lifted a mocking brow, "I've noticed a few- but I haven't written down any names or addresses- so you'll have to get them yourself..." With that he spun on his heel with the intention of going off to get another pack from his room. "Look... if you needed a pack, you shoulda said somethin instead of fuckin with me. I'll let it slide for now- but fuck with me again and you'll find yourself naked and bound in the girl's locker room by the end of break."
 
“Why are you being coy?” A cynical smile played on Cian’s lips as his folded his arms, assessing the boy in front of him...at least, that was the way he was behaving. How else could you explain the obvious lie that slipped from Iason’s lips? Anyone with eyes could see that he wasn’t human when his eyes changed. They were too deep, too bright to be human, nevermind the slits. Sure you could chalk it up to a trick of the eye but that would just be the mind forcing you to ignore the reality standing in front of you. It confused him more because Iason’s lack of surprise at Cian’s abilities didn’t seem to phase him, so either the other encountered someone like Cian or he himself had his own abilities. With nothing better to do and an intense need for validation, Cian decided it was time for a little fun.

“You’re full of shit. Do you really think that I didn’t see it?” Cian began walking behind Iason a few paces, admiring the his long hair. Beyond his mixed features, the thick, inky black hair that trailed behind him was a dead giveaway of his asian heritage. Japanese...Cian wondered if that was a clue to their abilities. The excitement pooling in his stomach was hard to push down. Finally he wasn’t alone! He supposed he could be nicer but it was clear the man in front of him never heard of the word.

“You’re not human...or are the very least you’re more than human.” Cian lifted his hand again and let it twirl, in turn twirling Iason’s luscious hair before he snatch his hens to his side and subsequently brought Iason to the ground again. This time he didn’t break his hold as he came to stand over the other’s head, one eyebrow raised. Instead he turned tightened his mental grip further.
“If you don’t want to show me, I’m happy to force it out of you. It’s not often that I have a partner to play with...especially not one with such a pretty face.” By often, Cian meant never. He wasn’t looking to become some science experiment by being found out. Did he toy with people? Here and there. Whether it be a brush again the skin or objects moving of their own accord, but he never manipulated to this extent. He found that he rather enjoyed it and wondered just how long he could keep it up before it tapped out. After all, objects rarely struggled or fought back.

“Now let me see it again.” The edge in his voice was unmistakable.
 
Iason turned only slightly as the other called out to him, but barely gave any real show of recognition for being confronted and turned back just as easily to continue to head out. He didn't know what this particular one's interest in him was, and in truth, he doubted he really wanted to find out. Those emerald eyes again going back to their usual dim glow as he started to delve back into his own thoughts- the only sign he heard the other given as a one-fingered solute over his shoulder. If there was one thing that he didn't seem to carry it was that sense of care towards politeness. He didn't give a damned about anyones opinion or feelings except his own- at least outwardly. Some part of him did want to save others from his own fate- but if he couldn't even get himself out, how was he supposed to do that for anyone else?

He felt his hair lift and it did cause a pause in his exit, that head starting to turn before the pull yanked him back down to the ground with a cry followed by a growl, "What is your fucking issue you goddamned freak?!" He yelled as the other came to stand over him and he attempted to grab Cian and drag him down as well, knowing just enough mix of street fighting and martial arts to somewhat defend himself- though the moves were sloppy at best. "I'm not gonna be your fuckin partner! Let me up!!" He growled out as he struggled against that invisible hold, those eyes starting to glow more brightly again as he did.

"I dunno what the hell you're talking about!" He tried continuously to get at and drag Cian down- the success at it likely not at all worth noting... though he was strong and fast, he was being held down by the hair and lacked the skill to go with those extra ability levels.
 
Cian watched with fascination as Iason struggled against the invisible hold. He made quite the picture. The heat forming in his cheeks from the exertion, the way his shirt rose to reveal the pale, chiseled flesh underneath. Cian could see he was physically strong. He didn’t fully know how to put all the muscle to good use though. With that mouth of his, you would think he had the skills that should come with it. Cian chose to ignore the other’s words, his eyes finally getting a full look at the emerald transformation. It was beautiful, seemingly deadly. He wanted it for himself.

“Ah...there it is. Such a strong glow.” Cian cooed. He had stubbled upon a rarity. He looked to Iason’s hands and saw they hadn’t changed yet and he grew solemn, wondering how he could push him further.

“Why do you choose to deny something so incredible?” He whispered. “To hide it would make sense but once it’s been discovered...”Cian pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and pulled up the camera app. Letting go of the phone he let it hover above them while it recorded and snapped pictures at various angles. Cian wanted to see more and he was pretty sure self preservation was the key to getting it. He knew he couldn’t hold Iason much longer. He was starting to feel the tug of resistance in his mind, so he would make quick work of it.

Without a second thought, he placed a swift kick to Iason’s stomach and knelt over him, pinning Iason’s arms to his side. “It’s unfortunate that you like doing things the hard way. Why make me hurt you like this?”

Cian’s hand wrapped around Iason’s throat, cutting off his air as he stared down at him, eyes sharp with singular focus. He would rip it out of him if need be.

“Show me what I want.” The quiet edge in his voice was unmistakable. He would get his way by any means necessary.
 
Iason growled softly, still trying to get at him, or get free... he was sure this guy was going to manipulate any pictures he took to make it look like he has whatever it was the other claimed... of course he didn't see it himself, since most of it took place in areas that required a mirror to actually catch sight... this let him remain ignorant of his own abilities.... but there was still that semi-panic that the other intended to use the pictures and video against him in some way...

"Stop! I didn't say you could take pictures of me you freak!" He hissed. His hands tried to find some form of leverage... but what leverage was there when you were being held down by some invisible force? He felt he might actually be going as nuts as the one hovering over him- after all, who had ever heard of invisible grip??

Then Cian caught him off guard with that kick, causing him to double briefly before he had him pinned down. His claws had finally extended, but were now pinned out of sight... those draconic hues glowed up at the other male with such mixed heat and ferocity that the raw power couldn't be denied- but neither could that sweet scent that carried pheromones up and around them both... it was making Iasons own arousal more than a little evident and forcing him to have to bite back moans... those eyes narrowed at the question, though he would not hold even that expression long...

The hand around his neck made him gasp and that back arched... that wasn't the response of fear- no... that was most definitely pleasure.. especially with the Japanese male's legs sliding against the ground with those hips lifting slightly... he was starting to lightly pant in growing need as his body warmed in anticipation...

"F-fuck... you...." He managed, but not without that slight moan lurking beneath... that scent growing thicker by the moment and drawing out the desires of any who breathed it in and were not immune to the effects of one of the strongest aphrodesiac's in existence....
 
Cian frowned as he felt...something shift. He couldn’t tell but it was affecting his focus and he shook his head a bit to clear his thoughts. He sucked in a breath as he felt Iason’s back arching, causing part of his body to come in contact with Cian’s now sensitive cock. Why was he so aroused in that moment. He liked rough sex sure but that had been the furthest thing from his mind. It wasn’t until he looked at the flushed boy beneath him that he realized the energy around the changed.

There was violent tension yes, but the pants coming from Iason’s lips had nothing to do with their struggle. He licked his lips and took a deep breath as his pores opened, suddenly feeling incredibly warm.

“You smell...you smell incredible.” Cian’s eyes dialated on their own accord as he rested fulling on Iason’s lap and shifted his pelvis forward in a slow grind. He smiled slightly, a small breathy laugh slipping from his throat at the feel of a hardening dick.

“If I didn’t know any better...” he let go of Iason’s throat as slapped him across the face, grinding his pelvis again on their own accord. “I’d say you were a little painslut.” He leaned down a let his nose glide down the crook of Iason’s neck, wanting more of his scent. He didn’t understand the sudden need but he found he couldn’t care as his moth open and covered an especially active vein of the other’s pale neck.

“Tell me the truth and I’ll let you go. Keep lying to me and you’ll have to beg me to stop.” Truth be told, Cian didn’t have much mental energy left to hold the other much longer, especially not with the sudden distraction, but he could more than hold his own in a tussle.
 
I didn’t know you could draw!!! That looks awesome, love the earrings. Will he be in the story?
 
Iason let out a soft sound at the slap, still writhing and struggling beneath Cian, but somehow that struggle was lessening. He was growing more aroused by the second and he was trying to fight it every step of the way. He couldn't be caught like this! He had fought Lucious to get away from it, and yet here he was, his body warming like the sex addict and painslut that Lucious had called him out to be. He hated it, and at the same time the humiliation of having it pointed out only made him feel the cravings stronger than ever. The thought of being caught here, out in the open... the pictures that could be taken... the fact that anyone could find them... the idea that Cian only needed to get him going and take pictures of him out here begging- or even video... and he would not be able to escape... he would have to give the other anything asked- or at least try to in order to keep from being discovered by others....

"P-please... let me go..." his breaths were heated, and the tone had changed... he'd been aggressive a moment ago- but the tension and growing need had shifted gears... it didn't change the fact he'd been an ass, and still was one... but it was up to Cian to feel bad... or to see past it and realize that the one under him was just trying to save his own hide...

The feeling of those lips on his throat forced a moan from him, "I... I don't... know... what... you're talking about.... I... just... want to go.... to my room... please..." He gasped, those feet kicking against the ground more slowly... that scent now a thick cloud of pheromones all around them...
 
Cian let out a moan of his own at the sound of Iason’s voice. It was so...seductively pleading. It didn’t stop the frustration at being denied from filtering into his aroused brain and he growled in annoyance before biting down on the others neck and licking the pain away. “If you can give me what I want this just shut up so I can take it and be on my way.” He was too far gone to stop now, his dick painfully hard underneath the fabric of his shorts. He could tell Iason was as well.

Sitting up he unzipped the front of his pants, ignoring the small amount of common sense he had left and released his pale eight in cock from its confines before. It bobbed in time with his beating heart as freed Iason too. Without hesitating he rubbed their smooth cocks together, hissing as pleasure shot straight to his balls and ass. He looked down at Iason for a long moment, taking in his flushed skin and pouty lips before meeting those mesmerizing eyes and wondering for the hundredth time how the man could be so willfully in denial. It was no matter, he had the evidence he needed on camera and now all either of the wanted was release.

Cian freed Iason from the hold he was in cautiously and guided his hand to their dripping cocks. “Make us cum and I’ll let you go.” His voice was thick with desire at the turn of events and disoriented feeling he had towards the other. His own hand pushed Iason’s shirt up, captured his left nipple between his finger, and pinched down while the other came to his throat and began the slow and deliberate process of restricting his blood and air flow.

“I’ll even keep the video of you being such a good slut to myself for now. The choice is yours.” While so much of Cian wanted to explode the other half almost wished Iason put up a fight because he knew he wasn’t in his right mind. Sadist he was, but never with some stranger in the woods. What was this man doing to him?
 
That bite forced another moan passed Iason's lips, and the taste it left on Cian's tongue was as sweet as the air around them smelled... just enough to be tantalizing and invite more of that pursuit... The effect was one of intense pleasure and need, Cian could hear those clawed fingers digging into the ground as much as they could... and Iason was writhing so perfectly... every little twitch only seemed to beg for more...

Iason whimpered when Cian undid his own pants, knowing what was coming, and he both longed for it and wanted to deny it all at once... He turned away, gasping and letting out small sounds of desire, those draconic fangs having slid slightly into view.... He only began to truly struggle again when the other undid his pants... they were different.... that throbbing cock was not human... a knot was just beneath the head, and another was formed at the base... all along the length the pretty Japanese male was pierced- 8 times in all... To say he liked pain had to be an understatement... "S-stop.." He pleaded softly, trying to pull free... though already he had a small droplet of pre forming at the tip to belie his words... he didn't just want it- he was desperate....

He tried to keep his hand out of Cian's grip, to escape the pleasure of feeling them rubbing and getting closer to that edge... small gasps escaped, and that hand around his throat only seemed to edge him closer.... he tried to move... to escape... but the other hand slid under his shirt, over that belly piercing and then to the ring at his nipple.... for certain Iason enjoyed pain.. he enjoyed torment... no matter how much he tried to claim he did not crave what was happening, it was almost as if he couldn't find enjoyment without the rough side... He refused to take over the grip on them both- a glutton for punishment....

He would have continued to fight, but then that threat came and those cheeks flushed... damn.... That trembling hand moved back to where Cian had put it to start with... though he still shifted his hips as if he might be able to win..... Those eyes flickered to the phone.... splintered thoughts... maybe he could... if he could get that phone... destroy the chip..... He struggled again... his moans twisted with gasps of rebellion swirling... he tried to shift to grab for the phone.... his body felt on fire!

It was perhaps a mistake... with the other grasping that nipple, he felt the tug to late, thought of what lay across his back and would at least be partially seen... that dragon tattoo.... the one that marked him whore to the Yakuza.... the one Lucious had made sure was impossible to miss if he ever got undressed in front of anyone- or simply took his shirt off....
 
Give an inch an they take a mile. Cian pulled Iason’s nipple ring closer to him as his mind moved the phone further from reach. “It’s like you refuse to learn.” Cian didn’t understand as he watched the wet dream beneath him. He was otherworldly in his beauty, shiny and new to Cian. His eyes traveling from the nipple rings, down to the belly rings and finally to rest on that unique cock of his, unlike anything he’s ever....no that wasn’t true although he couldn’t quite place where his mind was going in the moment. His and hovered over their pulsing flesh before his eyes caught sight of color at Iason’s waist and frowned.

“So you’re a freak and a slut.” First there were the physical changes, and then the piercing and now some sort of tattoo. Cian stood slowly and forced Iason into a kneeling position using those tender nipples and then a bowing one, sandwiching his sensitive member between his stomach and thighs. He licked it his bottom lip at the sight but there was time for that later, his curiosity overcoming that need for a short moment as he circled behind the man and lifted his shirt and brought his fingers to the flesh he didn’t want to stop touching.

He shook his head slightly as a dull throbbing pain entered his temples and knew he’d need to let go completely of his hold soon. With a flick of his wrist he brought the phone and snapped a photo before guiding it behind a tree further away for safe keeping and getting a closer look at the intricate familiar art. He’d seen this type of tattoo before in South Korea. There were slight variances but even there, only those in gangs sported those pieces. The dragon was fitting. The claws, the eyes, the green tint. It was like looking at his soul entrapped in flesh.

“What gang do you belong to? Who’s your boss?” He hissed at Iason’s struggling finally became too much and his hold broke. His shoe came to rest on Iason’s temple to keep him down, now at a disadvantage.
 
Iason let out a loud cry of pleasure at the pull, his back arching to try and relieve some of the pressure, though he still felt the pulses raging through him. He was panting between the noises, his eyes on the phone, but not getting any closer to it as the other sent heat through him with his touches... and those eyes... he could almost feel how Cian was scouring and enjoying looking over every inch he'd revealed of that needy flesh.... He was unable to resist the pull of lust once it was started- he'd never been able to... it was his greatest weakness... which was why he'd avoided physical contact with anyone in the school unless it involved his fists or his boots.

He started to try and escape the moment the other attempted to change their positions, scrambling in the direction of that phone- only to be pulled easily to his hands and knees by those rings and pressed into staying that way... his face reddening as his body nearly rocked in invitation for what that particular posture tended to be used to do.... He gasped softly as he felt Cian run along that exact course and his fingers dug into the ground as his body rocked back despite his best efforts not to. The movement was tempting to Cian, despite the fact it was obviously reluctant, it seemed to pull just a little and at just the right pressure...

Iason tried to lift a hand when he saw the other pick up the phone, as if he could take it right then... instead Cian managed to keep him still and get a picture of something that could not be denied, nor really doctored... He shook his head, "N-no... don't... that's... you can't..." actual fear in those tones.... too many might recognize it... know what it was...

The dragon was indeed a perfect symbol for him, despite the fact it had other connotations- and even those captured what he was- no matter how much he denied it... that flood of pheromones only amplified what he was and made it more honest...

"I...I'm not! I didn't..." He paused, a soft shaking breath, did he dare? "I didn't want that... mark..." He half answered... it was placed there by the one who owned him... the one who could take this life of his and shove him into another darker life he was still trying to fight tooth and claw, "L-Luc- it was forced it on me.."
 
The sound of fear in Iason’s voice went straight to his cock and he was unable to suppress the groan. Cian was supposed to be focusing on the words not how they sounded. What he said meant something Cian couldn’t quite put his finger on. You didn’t mark someone unless you owned or wanted to own them and make it known. He looked at the trembling mess kneeling before him curiously. It appeared Iason was too far into his physical emotions to know that Cian no longer had mental control over him and Cian wasn’t about to allude to it.

“For such a tough exterior you’re really nothing but a walking doormat.” A cute one, but a doormat all the same. “If you don’t want something, do something about it. You didn’t want this mark on your back, but it’s clearly there. You wanted me to let you go yet you look like you want to beg me to fuck you.” Cian’s words cut as he removed his foot from Iason’s head and knelt down to run his hand gently across his now marked cheek and through his thick raven hair.

“I can see why you’re someone’s pet.” He let the words play on his tongue. “Exotic, ethereal, beautiful. The kind that you ultimately can’t corrupt no matter how hard you try.” Cian wanted him. His hand came to circle Iason’s neck as he lifted his face off the grown and brought it close to his own.

“This Luc did you a disservice by leaving you here unattended. That’s not how you take care of a pet.” Find your self control here. Cian shifted foward until he was close enough to wrap his fingers tight around Iason’s dripping member while the other tightened further around his neck, his own needs momentarily ignored in the reality that he needed to end this...for now.

“I found you here alone with no one to claim you.” His hand slid up and down Iason’s slippery cock, his icey eyes never breaking contact with Iason’s. “I can only imagine the perverted things you had to do to have such freedom.” His fingers clenched around Iason’s neck as his other hand began pumping his cock faster.

His voice was deep with unspoken promises as a watched the lack of air begin to affect Iason. “I don’t know why you deny your power when I see it as clear as day, why you feel the need to cling to humanity, but I will address that for you.” His thumb slid after the tip of his cock before continuing their ministrations. He wanted to fuck Iason, yes, but more than that, he wanted the other to break and beg for it.

“It’s clear you need someone to monitor you. You’re too naive to do it yourself. Too unaware. And since this Luc is nowhere to be found, I’ll just have to do it for you.” He smiled slightly at the thought as his hand slowed down and his grip on his throat lightened slightly to let a little air in. “I’ll let you find some release if you understand and agree.”
 
Iason shifted trying to regain some form of control, but it was difficult to think when all his body wanted was attention. He could feel the heat raging through his veins as if he could be burned alive by it... the way the other could send chills racing through him, make him throb with anticipation. He didn't want to give in, or at least he continued to frantically cling to that belief, trying to convince himself he wanted to get that phone and get away.... He had almost said Lucious name! If he had he would have paid deeply for revealing the other's hold on him... He had to keep his tongue silent unless he wanted to be dragged back kicking and screaming to finish his training.

He clenched his jaw as the other tried to convince him there had ever been a choice in his life as to what his owner wanted to do to him. He'd not been od enough to get away... and now that he was Lucious had already assured running had so many problems tied to it that even he wasn't sure he could stay away forever. The things that his owner controlled went as deep into the underworld as it went... mafia, gangs, any real protection in the criminal atmosphere was lost... and they extended just as far in the 'legal' market.. high end CEO's lawyers, military, government officials, U.N.... the man could sniff you out no matter what you did- and Iason knew it, he made sure of that. Even this college had only let him in the doors because of the donations they got from him- they would turn a blind eye if the asshole told them to.

"I... I'll.. find a way... out.... but... you can't have me.. just because... you want it. Trust me- he'll just..." He stopped again. He wanted to use that protection, knowing Lucious wouldn't let this one have him if he knew... but, at the same time, not sure exactly what the man would do to him for trying to force his hand into the dirt. Lucious didn't like to get his hands dirty outright- he had lackeys for that....

He started to argue again when Cian suggested he was here because Lucious wanted him to be- it was a deal... but that hand found his neck again and pushed his warmed and eager body back... and the other hand reminded him why he was still there to start with- getting those hips to move despite Iason trying not to.... He bit back the whimpers, those glittering, glowing, emerald eyes peering back from under those long lashes. "I... didn't...." He managed to gasp... rules.... no mentioning his place- that was broken.... don't let your grades drop... that was still good... don't get into trouble.... well.... that was debatable.... he wasn't caught yet....

The feeling of that thumb sliding over the tip had him bucking with a little more need... and finally, a small moan got free... "S-stop...." He pleaded again... still thinking he might get to the phone... get away... he could feel the blood caught in his neck... the pulse of his heart... the lack of air only making his body more sensitive....

Then that air came and he tested his limits- trying to pull back... to take a chance... get to that phone... he'd not agree to play until he was sure he couldn't escape the repercussions... until he was taught his place it seemed...
 
Cian would be the first to admit that he was still young and far from experienced, but he’d never met someone was such twisted and sick determination. He couldn’t tell if Iason truly wanted to get away or if he simply wanted a beating. It’s presented a kind of challenge that Cian loved the most. It was clear from the beginning that Iason got off on pain. The negative sensations elicited a stronger reaction.

“Stop.” Cian let go of his neck and tightened his grip painfully on Iason’s cock. “There’s nothing you can do to get rid of the videos. Ever photo and every video uploads to my cloud.” He used his mind to grab the phone and handed it to Iason with a smile. “Take it. You need my face and my fingerprint to access it. Don’t let your desperation make you stupid. Come here.” He pulled Iason towards his body until they were close. Yes, he released his hold on Iason but there wasn’t much to fear when you had someone’s family jewels in the palm of your hand.

“I’m a nice guy Iason. Yes, I take advantage of the opportunities presented to me, but I only do it for clarity and to help us both. We’re not like everyone else.” His other hand cupped Iason’s warm balls, massaging them as he leaned in close to the other’s ear. “I tired to give you all the information you needed to make the right choice. And still you refused. I tried to give you a little reward to make things easier for you, and tried to run away. I try to offer you a promise of real protection and you disregard it.” He squeezed his balls.

“So now you don’t get to make a choice.” He let his forehead rest against Iason’s, eyes closed as his hands held him in a death grip. “Is that understood? Please note that no is not an answer.”
 
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