Sneak Peek: Bittersweet Goodbyes.
Hooray for setbacks!
Author's Note: So, I have an explanation.
I've been combating some bickering with the housemates over some interpersonal issues, including some stuff about data usage, so it was difficult to find time to even write this. The only reason I am, right now, is that I had the whole finale written, but my computer blue-screened and I lost an eighth of the story. And it's a big one, trust me.
But, instead of just moping about it and taking a day to try at it again, I feel like giving you guys a tidbit of what I have cooked up. You'll like it, trust me.
It was Senior year, first semester. We were at his house, the two of us playing Soul Calibur V. I had just got it, and Kris apparently wanted to try out his new console, so it was win-win. This was before I was stupidly-good at the game, so me and him were basically learning as we went.
"How the hell does this guy even work?" Kris would ask me, as we were mirror-matching Mitsurugi. The two of us were getting a feel for his controls, and Kris was trying to figure out his special attacks.
I was precisely looking over the controls to see what did what. Barring that, I decided on the age-old tradition of mashing the buttons until I made shit happen. Shit happened indeed, as I somehow pulled off a 3-move combo into a Brave Edge, and practically obliterated Kris' health bar. I blinked, as dumbfounded as he was. "Uh....like that?"
"Lucky little shit," Kris'd say playfully, smacking me in the back of the head.
"Hey! I can't help you're a noob!" I quipped back.
He'd smack me into a juggle, I'd grapple him a few times; he'd miss with his Critical Edge, I'd leap over his head and Ring Out myself. Neither of us were experts, obviously, but it was a blast all the same. The two of us would tease and laugh at each other, nitpick each other's victories, roll our eyes in our failures; it was awesome.
"'I am a flying boy! So Graceful!'" I'd quip, playing Yoshimitsu, and bouncing around like a lunatic. Kris was irritated because he couldn't hit me and I kept constantly bouncing on him. "'Surely, you're all jealous!'" I was so full of myself, smiling with that shit-eating grin. We were both having a ton of fun.
"You played this before you came here, didn't you?" Kris accused as he lost to me for the 7th match in a row. Kris was never quite as coordinated at games as I was...
"Nope, just a quick learner." We finished up on the training rounds, and took turns at Arcade Mode. Kris kept getting his ass handed to him by Aeon, and tossed the controller down in frustration.
My turn.
I quickly read his movements: his attacks were typically pretty vicious, and had a lot of reach. I kept back, waiting for him to do a vertical attack, then darted behind him and started pummeling him into a juggle. KO. Next round, I immediately started off with a double vertical slash followed by a sparta kick, and Aeon was already in the water. Ring Out. This went on a couple more rounds, getting pummeled by him once, and finally beat him.
"What the fuck!?" Kris was angered that I caught on so quickly.
"Bring your A-game or go home, scrub!" I shouted in playful banter.
Kris growled, and adopted a devious grin. "Oh, I'll show you A-game." He shoved me onto my side, and worked at my clothes rather efficiently. If there was one thing Kris was really good at, even more than mechanics, it was getting you down to your skivvies in record time. I flail around in his grip, as he's unbuckling himself as well. Seemed he was hiding a massive erection that whole time.
"H-hey, that's-that's cheating!"
_ Schlick! _ Down it went.
"A-AAaah!"
Kris was getting into a habit of being more forceful with me. Where he helped to awaken the submissive in me, I had inadvertently helped spark the dominant in him. Already he had one of my legs hiked to the air as he pushed himself into me deeply, my arms quivering to keep a grip on that controller; he wasn't even bothering with the condoms this time! "Quick learner, huh, kid?" His lecherous grin sent cold shivers down my spine with every thrust. "How's your multi-tasking?"
"N-nnff....aahh..." He was certainly making it a bit harder on me; Nightmare's as tough as the tin implies, but having Kris pinning me down made it a war on two fronts. I kept as steady a grip as I could, and went to battle. Nightmare fights fast and nasty, and that reach is horrendous. I had to lure him close with blocks far more often, then beat him to the draw with the grapples. Despite that, he still knocked me off the ledge; first round goes to the AI.
"Aww, someone's off-focus.." Kris' grip got tighter, and his thrusting redoubled. "Hnnngh....the 'quick learner' just...rrf...melts down when he has a dick in his ass, hmm?"
"Sh-shut up, cheater!" My face betrayed my voice, red as a beet. Second round, and I can barely focus. Nightmare is like a fucking train, and ran me over without a second thought. I'm already down 2, and at this rate was gonna lose the third. But with the way Kris had me pinned, there was no way not to have him fucking my ass while Nightmare was fucking my face up. I wasn't one to quit, though! I quickly rush in and viciously slammed against Nightmare's defence. Enough damage, and...defense break! I quickly go into a Brave Edge, juggling him up and kicking him while he's down. Win! Fourth round, same method of attack: fight fast, fight hard. Nightmare's biggest weakness is a lack of attack speed. I made use of that, hitting him and moving out. Rinse, repeat. Win!
"N-not...even..once.." I said in defiance.
"Uuhuh..sure..." I could feel his knot squeezing in; I had to finish this fight before Kris finished me! I rushed it, no chance to wait around now. I quickly worked my way up to a Critical Edge, and danced along the side to lure Nightmare to it. Once I got him to trigger his own Critical Edge, I darted around behind him, and pulled my own off.
Wham! Right off the ledge for the win!
"Y-yes! I won! I..I..yes...y-yes...yes..." I got it in just in time for Kris to start pelting my ass full of cum, as I, myself, coated the side of the couch with my own enthusiasm. Feeling it all settle and stick to my insides in that insidious warmth, it was far different from when we always did it with the condoms. It felt so much better; I don't think I could've gone back to doing it any other way.
Kris would pull me in close, holding himself over me; feeling that toned body above me, that powerful rumbling in his chest reverberating through me. Have you ever been in a place where you're spending time with a person that you really respect, but at the same time fear? It's kind of like that, although..I don't quite know why I was ever afraid of him. Maybe for the same reasons everyone was; he's big, menacing, and can just as easily cave your head in with a socket wrench as he can use it to fix your car.
"Rrrrr..." I could hear that possessive growling again, vibrating me; soothing, yet commanding. "That's good...I think I won too..."
"But...didn't you-" I started off, oblivious. Kris quickly put a finger to my lips, and what he meant finally struck with me. I smiled.
Things were great. Better than I expected. Better than I deserved.