Broken Paths

Something Wicked

⚠️ smut⚠️

"We were juniors at this point." Nezumi stated. "Second years." He chuckled to himself.

Two years his friend. Shion was a blinding light in Nezumi's rather dark world. They were in his attic room.

"So, it's a more mature role." He was telling Shion about the play he was going to audition for.

"Are you old enough?" Shion asked in his typical scientific way.

"Yeah, the casting call says sixteen." Nezumi showed him the sheet he got from his agent. Shion had snapped his head up, one word had stuck out for the pale teen.

"Nezumi, it says nudity!" He cried alarmed. Nezumi had laughed at this. He had fallen onto his bed holding his stomach he was laughing so hard at his friends response.

Then a pitcher of water was dumped over his head! He screamed scrambling up out of his bed. Shion backed away. He took a defensive stance with the pitcher held before him, the only weapon he had. Nezumi growled. He had been teaching the other boy how to defend himself.

"What was that for!" He demanded wiping the water out of his eyes.

"You were in hysterics!" Shion cried.

"No I wasn't!" Nezumi hollered back. He stalked forward. Shion backed up. "I was laughing at how innocent you are!" He snarled his voice dipping low. Shion raised the pitcher. Nezumi snatched it out of his hand. The little squeal that escaped the smaller boy made the dark haired predator grin wickedly.

"What are you going to do, Shion?" he purred inching forward. Shion let out tiny whimpering sounds as he backed up. Nezumi had heard only one word. A nearly inaudible slip of 'hot' as the pale boy backed away from the dangerous look on his friends face.

"Shion?" Nezumi purred seductively.

"Mmm huh?" the boy whispered.

"You've made a grave error, my pet." Nezumi toyed with his prey.

"I, I have..." Shion's foot hit the wall. He had backed himself into a corner. "Ahh, mmm!" he moaned. Taking his eyes from the dark figure before him, he glanced back. It wasn't even the corner with a window. He was stuck.

"RAT!" He screeched as strong arms wrapped around him. A belt swiftly tied his arms to his sides. He tried to kick, but the dark teen scooped him up. Shion was not so gently plopped onto a hard chair. Nezumi ducked behind him. Before the pale boy could move, he had him tied to the chair.

"Ooh, I would love to be his captive?" A female said. Nezumi smirked, his finger wiping over his lip, he heard a soft gasp, a moan, these guy's were horny fucks! He snickered to himself.

"Oh, later what I did to him, was so much more!" He winked to his captive audience. Standing up, Nezumi went to make more coffee.

"This time, I only did a striptease for him. I was already wet..." He laughed as he heard the sharp intake of air from his listeners. Not all of the ones getting turned on were female. He sort of liked that. Yet, Shion...

Nezumi's mind went back to the past. He stepped out before his friend. Tilting that ghost pale head up, he looked deep into those red eyes. Shion, for his part, no longer looked scared. Nezumi smiled at him.

"You want to see just what I can do?" he asked. Shion's little lip fell open. Nezumi caught it between his teeth. Nipping it slightly, he pulled back. The whimper nearly making him change his mind.

With his back to Shion, he began. First he wiggled his hips, the jeans he wore made his ass look good. This was something he only started to pay attention to after meeting the pale boy. Nezumi turned. He ran his hands up over the slight bulge in his pants. Shion's eyes followed them.