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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 9, 2011 21:58:39 GMT -5
It was evening, of course. Just another evening. I could've been doing some homework or even gone out to stalk a group of normal kids, but what's the fun in that? Besides, I wanted to do something exciting tonight, and I knew exactly what I had in mind.
Sage Jay Amato, the son of Aphrodite. Such a fancy title, yeah? Pfft. The only thing good about that long ass title is that he's got the genes of Aphrodite, so therefore, he's pretty damn good looking. But other than that, that's all I knew about him. Well, I did know his dorm number, but there was no way I could get him alone in there with that stuck-up Zeus kid and that other freak show of a giant. So instead, I'd just have to settle with these wretched smelling locker rooms. Fucking hell, do they ever clean these things? Not that it really bothered me... I mean, seriously, I eat human flesh. If that doesn't stink, then this locker room had virtually no smell.
So as I waited for Sage to get done with hockey, or whatever it was he was doing I'm not a stalker, what the hell are you talking about? I peered around at all the lockers, trying to figure out which one was his. Maybe he left it unlocked all the time like those other mentally-sound kids, thinking that no one would bother to steal their crap. As I passed each locker, I grabbed onto it and tried pulling, but none of them were open. Ah, well. It's not like I could use anything of theirs anyways.
I soon gave up trying to find things to loot, so I went over and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms across my chest as I waited for someone to show up.
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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 10, 2011 0:10:28 GMT -5
 "Okay guys, we're ahead by one point. They still have time to get ahead so don't screw up!" Yeah, what can I say, I'm competitive. Sure this was only a practice game, but I was the team captain and there was no way I was going to let that high and mighty son of Zeus beat me. I got back on the ice and took my position. I hated to admit it and if anyone asked me I would deny it, but my heart always pounded hard when I'm on the ice. The thrill of the game is the only other thing that can make as happy as making or with a girl or having sex.
I gripped the stick tighter getting ready to move when the coach blew the whistle. The sound disrupted my zone and I wanted to throw the puck at the coach but resisted. "Amato. You're to report to the front office. The game will continue without you." I groaned and resisted throwing a tantrum on the ice. I skated slowly glancing back at my teammates. If they lost I would be thoroughly disappointed.
The locker smelled of a mixture of sweat and cheap cologne. It wasn't the best smell in the world, but it was one that I was used to. I walked to my locker and unlocked it. I looked to my left and then slowly to my right. You know that feeling you get when you're all alone and you feel like someone is watching you but the better part of your mind told you you were being irrational. Yeah, well that's how I always felt when I was in the locker room by myself. Sure, I was a demigod, but I was just the son of Aphrodite. I make people fall in love with me. I can pack a punch but besides that, I have no power to manipulate water of fire. Shaking my head, I started taking my uniform off, feeling the relief of the cold air.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 10, 2011 0:36:25 GMT -5
I decided to try my luck with opening more lockers, and to my surprise, there was one left unlocked. Well, well, now, what do we have here? I opened it and examined the contents. Just some gear for hockey, nothing out of the ordinary. No money, no pills, nothing. Well, damn. Struck out again. I closed the locker, snorting as I proceeded to move onto the next one but stopped as I heard the door to the locker room open.
I leaned against the lockers, hands in my pockets, watching as Sage came and went to his locker, but then he slowly started looking around. Pfft. If anything but hot, this guy was stupid. He must be blinder than a bat if he didn't see me out in broad daylight as he came in. Hell, this would be pretty damn fun; I'm glad I chose this rather than stalking some random group of kids.
"Ello Sage." I said, not even trying to hide the smirk that was on my face. I leaned off the lockers and strode over to him, quickly noticing the height difference. He was nearly five inches underneath me, but that didn't matter. "You're the son of Aphrodite, right?" Of course, he didn't even need to answer. There was no one else in the entire school that looked as good as him, so why even bother asking? Oh yeah, I had to get him engaged in conversation, make things seem a bit normal before I went in for the rough housing. Or maybe I just wouldn't wait this time. Nah, I'll give the guy a few moments. Maybe less.
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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 10, 2011 20:52:53 GMT -5
I turned around suddenly at the sudden presence of a person. I never really considered myself "tall." I mean, I was always a bit taller than most guys and girls of my age, but this guy. He seemed like he would tower just about anyone who entered the room. Which was weird, because I had never seen him ever before. Well, at least not in the locker room. I've probably seen him passing through the Quad or in one of my classes but never in any sports so it was weird that he was in the locker room to begin with. It was restricted to athletes and coaches after all. Administration couldn't even enter.
"Heey...and yeah, I'm son of Aphrodite. You're the son oooof?" Obviously the guy was a demigod. Only the demigods at the school knew of other demigods. Well, at least that was what was assumed. Of course there were regular kids with overactive imaginations, but we tend to avoid them. The guy moved closer and the height different between us was even more noticeable. I had to admit, I kind of hated it. "Not to be rude or anything, but athletes are only allowed in the locker rooms and I'm pretty sure you aren't in any sports so..." I trailed off letting him make the connection himself. I turned around gathering my clothes from my locker, feeling awkward standing shirtless in front of the guy.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 10, 2011 21:43:15 GMT -5
When he turned around, I got a good look at him, though all I really saw was his eyes. Well damn, talk about blue; those irises were like pieces of the sky itself trapped on his cornea. No wonder all those punk ass girls were always drooling at his heels and squealing to themselves like heifers losing their virginity. Seriously. Well, I kind of did see what they were all after...
"You don't want to know who my father is." I said in a dark tone, my smirk drawing wider across my face as I shook my head to emphasize what I was saying. Sure, Ares wasn't all big and bad, but for Ripred's sake, my bloodlines came from him. He's the reason I turned out so hellbent on shedding blood and eating human flesh.
Of course I didn't play any sports -- my field of expertise was taking life and keeping it for myself. I turned human flesh into jerky strips so I could eat them later. Even though that was what I was good at, it wasn't a sport to anyone else but me. But hey, I liked it.
He then turned around, putting his attention back to his locker. A sudden swell of anger swept over me; my dark eyes narrowed onto him and a low rumbling growl sounded from my chest. "Don't turn your back on me, bitch." I snarled, reaching out in an attempt to grab onto his shoulder so I could whip him right around to face me -- if he didn't move so I could grab onto his shoulder, of course. I really didn't like how he had blown me off so fast.
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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 11, 2011 21:04:53 GMT -5
I was already facing my locker when the guy replied with, "You don't want to know who my father is." Ugh, this guy. I scoffed not really caring that I was being rude now. He was sincerely pissing me off. He was in my territory by being in the locker room and not being some sort of athlete. Plus, he refused to answer any of my questions or make any attempt at talking to me so he could just fuck off, seriously. "Okay, fine I don't want to know who you're mom or dad is. Whatever just get out so I can change okay?" I rolled my eyes at the locker not wanting to make eye contact with the guy.
I didn't have a choice though. He laid a hand on my shoulder tightly and turned me around. My back hit the back of the locker and there was a small surge of pain that quickly went away. It was replaced by anger however. Did he seriously just call me a bitch?! Yeah, hell no that was not happening. I dropped my voice and narrowed my eyes at the bastard. "Sorry, but I'm no one's bitch. So could you please get your fucking hands off me. Kay? Thanks." I swear, if looks could kill, this guy would be dead.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 12, 2011 22:56:46 GMT -5
Get out so he could get changed? No way in hell, bub. I wasn't going anywhere. Not when I was this close to having him all by himself. Pft, if he thought I was just going to walk out of there, he was sadly mistaken.
A sinister smirk drew across my face as I listened to him try to keep his dignity by saying he was no one's bitch. Again, he is very sadly mistaken. I couldn't help but laugh at the confidence he had in his voice, asking me to get my fucking hands off him. Was this kid serious? Obviously he was trying to be, but it wasn't working for me.
"Asshole, you're my bitch."
I put my hands on both his shoulders, grasping them hard, coming at him full force as I roughly smashed my lips against his, eventually putting in some tongue action, too. I really don't care what Sage had to say; he was my bitch whether he liked it or not.
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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 12, 2011 23:54:03 GMT -5
What the hell?! This guy had some serious issues. His bitch? Uh, no. I was no one's bitch and surely not this assholes. Who did he think he was? Damn, I just wanted to introduce him to my fist, but it was hockey season. What did that mean? That meant no fighting or you could get suspended. Getting suspended meant getting kicked out of the team which meant no more captain position for me. Which meant that freakin child of Zeus would be captain and that just was not acceptable to me.
I opened my mouth slightly to verbally assault this kid as much as I could. It was weird calling him a kid since he was so tall, but I didn't care. He didn't deserve to be called a man. However, before I could form words, my lips were invaded by his. Most kisses were warm and soft, but his were not. His lips were cold and harsh against mine. This was not okay. I slammed my hands against his chest trying to push away. I turned my head back and forth keeping my lips away from his. Or at least trying...
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 13, 2011 13:34:20 GMT -5
I was thoroughly enjoying this. Even if this kid didn't like what I was putting him through, I liked it. Most people don't like the social taboo of people of the same gender making out in public even if it was forced, but screw them. Besides, no one else was in the locker room and I doubted anyone would be here for a while. As far as I was concerned, I had all the time in the world.
When he slammed his hands against my chest, I couldn't help but give a sinister chuckle, only gripping his shoulders harder. Sage just didn't get it, did he? I wasn't going to leave no matter how hard he tried. He then tried swinging his head back and forth, which gave me the bright idea to just try to bite his lip to keep him from moving. I had been bitten on the lip many times before; it was a pretty tender spot, so if I could get my teeth onto his lip, maybe he'd stop thrashing around like a panicked.... something. But I'm not complaining, though. I liked it rough, and if he kept fighting back, I'd just keep getting harsher and harsher, rougher and rougher with him. He already didn't have his shirt on, so that would make it easier for me to just get right to why I was here.
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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 13, 2011 20:23:07 GMT -5
My gosh this guy was crazy. That was the only answer. He must have been mentally unstable or something because he chuckled at my attempt to pull away from the kiss and just tightened his grip. Who the heck chuckles when they're forcing themselves on someone else. Well, I suppose crazy people. Ugh, what sucked was that I just could not move. I'm a pretty strong guy, I mean, I'm the captain of the hockey team after all, but I could not break free. Damn, this guy was strong.
But that was soon pushed in the back of my mind when I felt his teeth graze against my lips and a shiver ran down my spine. My body instantly froze. No this was not good. I hated everything this guy was doing and it was pissing me off so bad, but he did not just hit my weak spot. Why I like teeth against my lips? I don't know, but right now I hated it. As a reaction, I balled my hand into a fist and slammed it against his chest hard making a 'thud'. I would NOT succumb to him. No freakin way.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 13, 2011 22:32:18 GMT -5
Damn, I liked this. Even while trying to escape, I liked the way he tasted. Oddly sweet, but salty like sweat. If there was anything else that was a bigger turn on, I'd be dead right now. I don't quite know why I liked the taste of his sweat so much, but I did. It was completely different than the taste of girls. Girls tended to be sweet, no matter the taste of their sweat. Boys, however, tasted masculine as though you could taste their strength.
The moment Sage froze, I knew I had hit a sweet spot. I smirked, enjoying how this seemed to be pissing him off because he slammed his fists into my chest with enough force to move me back a some, though my face was about five inches from his. "You want it rough?" I asked quietly and darkly, a sinister spark in my eyes. I let go of his shoulders, the smirk still playing on my face. "Get on the bench."
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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 15, 2011 0:13:58 GMT -5
Once the guy let go of my shoulders I tried to push him away even more, unsuccessfully but still I had to try right? I wasn't just going to let him take advantage of me. "Get the hell away from me! Shit! You've got to me some sort of freak!!" I wiped my mouth trying to get the feel of his lips off of mine.
"Get on the bench." What? This guy had to be joking. Get on the bench? Yeah right! Like I was going to set myself up like that. "Do you think I'm stupid? Yeah, you know what? I do like it rough but I really don't appreciate a penis inside of me so, no I won't get on the bench." I stared the guy down resisting the urge to punch his face. If looks could kill, oh boy mine would knock everyone in the area out.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 19, 2011 20:51:33 GMT -5
I couldn't help but laugh at the way he was trying to ward me off with words. Pfft. As if saying, "Get the hell away from me!" ever stopped some rapist from stealing the innocence of some lucky little kid. If the world worked that way, hell, the world would be a horrible place.
So you could imagine that his retaliation was only a turn-on for me; a broad smirk was placed on my face as my dark eyes were examining every curve of his face, every nook and crannie and left even the smallest of shadows across his skin. I even picked up on the burning hatred for me in his death-like stare. Hatred was such a great fuel for passion, you know. The people that hated being raped the most were frequently the best experiences. So since Sage was so hellbent on escaping, that would only make things a lot more exciting.
"I said get on the bench, asshole." I growled in a gruff, gravely tone, reaching in an attempt to grab his shoulder and shove him towards the bench. He says he doesn't like cock in him -- pfffttt. I'd make him change his mind about that. Sage Amato, whether he knew it or not, would soon turn out to be bi-curious. I would see to it that he found his inner homosexuality.
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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 21, 2011 22:15:59 GMT -5
Bear grabbed my shoulder and roughly shoved me to the bench. I fell down hard on my rear my head hitting the back of the lockers. Shit, fuck, shit. Ow! Gods! I was so read to punch this guy and just start fighting but no way was I going to get kicked off of the hockey team no matter what. That's all I had to keep saying. Don't fight, don't fight, don't fight. No matter how screwed up this guy was.
I let a groan out of frustration. "What? What are you going to do, hm? Make out with me? Sorry, that I'm so freakin good looking and your ass is too ugly to get any, but that's not reason to drop down to this level of desperation."
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 26, 2011 13:59:39 GMT -5
I snorted, dark eyes gleaming deviously. Damn, this bitch just thought he knew it all, didn't he? Hell, I bet he thought he could figure out everyone that ever came up to him. I was going to prove that he couldn't figure out my motives -- pfftt, as far as I knew, I had no motive. But he obviously didn't know that. All he thought was that I was some ugly ass guy that couldn't get laid every other night. Ohh, boy, was he wrong.
"Bitch, I can promise you that I've been laid more times than you." I growled, a heinous smirk drawing across my face as he ended up on the bench; right where I wanted him. I knew he'd retort some snarky remark about what I had said, but he didn't know my past. He didn't know the money my mother had made off of me. Damn.... I wonder if I had any kids.... "They'd kick you off the team if you got caught fighting, right, captain?" My tone was taunting, trying to provoke some fight or retaliation out of him as I harshly shoved the memories to the back of my mind. Hell if I cared if he was kicked off the team; I, personally, was on the fencing team, but I didn't care enough to not stop fighting or raping people.
His torso looked fairly firm; maybe he worked out often. Ah, well, didn't matter to me. I stooped down so that my face was nearly four inches from his, my dark eyes narrowed onto his own blue ones. "Whoever said I was desperate?" I asked in a grim tone, pausing a moment before forcing my lips against his, my hands reaching for his shoulders in an attempt to keep him where he was. I was sure to bite his lip, seeing as that seemed to be his weak point. Pfft, Sage Amato was really pathetic when it came to defending himself.
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