Ride The Cyclone OneShots (Plus some hc)

~Nischa~ Noel's Fantasy

Noel was sitting at his desk writing one of his many, many, many stories in the works. This time however was different, the words were just pouring out of his pen and out of his mind onto his paper. This feeling was so refreshing after months of writer's block and was also a well needed way for him to relax. The day has not been treating him well and he can't find his lover. But he didn't care at the moment, all he was focused on was his writing.

The day we met was like no other, I walked down the street in my black dress and dark tights. Makeup was still messy from the night before, the perv didn't even pay well. Jackass. I walked down the street with my usual stride till someone grabbed my hand and kissed it. I looked to see a man, fit and tall with dark brown hair and eyes that had a mischievous glint. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one, then offered it to me. I looked at him while taking it and biting on the end slightly. He looked at me amused, a face I love to see, and lit a match then grabbed my waist to light my cigarette. He then moved in, as if to kiss me and lit his own cigarette using the flame from mine.

"So.." I started after inhaling some of the smoke and feeling the usual pain of the nicotine in my lungs, "You got a name, handsome?" The man chuckled a bit, "I could ask you the same thing, but my dear, I'm Anthony. Pleased to meet you." He had finished his introduction with a flirty tone of voice, I found it sexy. "Well handsome, I'm Monique.You may have heard of my work. Maybe you could be my next job." I said, winking at him. He, once again, looked amused and said, "Maybe I could discuss the topic more over a drink?" He took my hand and kissed it again. "I might just take you up on the offer, handsome." I said walking away and going to the nearest bar; of course, he followed me like the dog he probably is.

Before he walked in, I blew a kiss to the bartender, just in case this thing didn't work out with Anthony. He walked in and went to the bar, I followed. "Shots of vodka please, I don't care how many." he ordered and looked at me, "Some gin, sweet thing." I said to the bartender. As the music rose, Anthony took my hand and twirled me, pulling me close to his body and then moving his hands to my hips. I could feel his breath on my neck as we swayed, I shivered internally but it was a good kind of shiver. Our drinks were on the bar, he took a shot and I took a sip of my gin as I took note of his body language. He held himself in conference, easily commanding attention. I could see around 4 or 5 others staring at him, he didn't seem to have a care. Perhaps he was raised rich?

He downs another shot and pulled me out to the dance floor, barley giving me time to put my glass down. He held my hips and led the dance, our bodies in perfect rhythm. He spun me around and at the top of the dance, he threw me in the air and caught me, his face dangerously close to mine. He put me down and the next song started, a slower one but not too slow to be boring, I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands went to my waist and he looked down at me. I pretended not to feel his hand move to my lower back and I stared at him, occasionally looking at his lips. He moved me closer and the hand that was on my waist, traveled up my body and held my neck. I acted like I haven't done this 10,000 times before, and gasped quietly. He looked pleased, men always do when they see a woman helpless.

After the dance, we engaged in somewhat pleasant conversation as we drank. Once we finished, the bar was mostly empty aside from drunks. Anthony led me outside to the resting area, it had beds of roses and lounge chairs. He picked a rose and offered it to me, "A rose for the most beautiful woman I've seen." I looked at him and tried to take it, but a thorn pricked me. I dropped the flower and slapped him. He took a step back and held his cheek, "Bitch.." he mumbled. A moment passed before we collided into one another, kissing each other passionately. He pined me to the wall and kept kissing me, his hand trailing down my body and the other, holding me in place, around my neck. I panted quietly and moved my head as he kissed my jawline.

Mischa walked into his lovers room and saw Noel. Not wanting to disrupt his focus, he read over Noel's shoulder. He knew that Monique was a fantasy that he'll never get to live out so, that's what he writes about. He continued to read over Noel's shoulder as the scene got more heated, "So поет, you want to be treated like this?~" Noel jumped and spun his chair around to see the Unkranian boy standing there, smirking. "Well uh- I was um.." he stuttered only to be cut off by a kiss. Mishca picked up the poet and put him on his desk, never once breaking the kiss. He moved the chair out of the way and kissed his jawline, "How about I make all your deepest, darkest fantasies come true?" His hand wrapped around Noel's neck as he responded, "Just because I write it, doesn't mean I want it to happen..." That was a lie. They both know that, Mishca bites his neck softly, "Sure, sure. Just like how you don't want to be Monique or how you don't want her life?" He made a hickey as the poet whined quietly, almost completely melting into his touch.

"Fuck..." He managed to mumble. Mishca smirks, "You don't have to tell me twice." Before Noel could get another word out, he was tossed onto the bed. He tried to sit up but Mishca pushed him down and kissed him roughly. Noel started unbuttoning his own shirt as Mishca started working on marking his neck and taking off his belt. Noel pulled him away by his hair and kissed him. Mishca kissed back then took off his hoodie and jeans, then kissed Noel again. Noel took off his jeans and got onto the older boy's lap. Mishca held his hips and bit his shoulder. "H-hah..~" the poet whimpered out loud, his voice dripping with lust and love. "Aren't you just a fucking whore?" Mishca pushed him down roughly, his head barely missing the headboard. He took off Noel's boxers and got closer after taking off his own.

He held his love's hips as his member slipped inside Noel's entrance. Noel gasps slightly and wrapped his arms around Mischa's neck. Mishca barely gave Noel any time to adjust before moving at an already fast pace, which was slow to the Ukrainian. "A-ahh!!~" Noel cried out already feeling hot inside his stomach, his nails dug into his boyfriend's neck. Still he was desperate to have at least some control over the situation so he gasped out, "I-is that all y-you got!!?" Mishca moved faster, finding the others prostate and hitting it without stopping. Noel was seeing stars and in a state of euphoria, finally excepting the fact that he never had control of him or of this situation. Mishca put his hand on the head board, steading himself and finding a place that Noel breathe, "Admit you wanted this, whore."

Noel, being the bitchy pillow princess he is, didn't respond with words and instead let out a tempting moan. What'd he moan? His lover's name, loud and proud, "M-MISHCA!!~" He moved his hands to his lovers chest; Mishca, unsatisfied with his disobedience, pulled out making the poet whined and pant softly. "I said-" He started as he got a box from under Noel's bed and took out handcuffs, "Admit you wanted to be fucked."
"I'm not saying a damn thing..~" The bottom said purposely teasing him, he crawled slowly over his lover's legs and lap, looking up at him with a seductive stare. Mishca contained his blush and pushes him backwards, then pinned him him down, "You'll be begging for mercy when I'm done with you~" He took the bottom's wrist and cuffed him to the bed post. "I'm looking forward to it~" the poet replied.

Mischa moves his hands up Noel's thighs and held his hips as he kissed his neck. Noel tried to squirm but was held down more by the boy on top, "Just do it already, Mishca!!~" the poet exclaimed, fully in lust and needing to be fucked. Mischa rolled his eyes and pulled his love hair as he pushed himself inside his entrance, thrusting at his "slow" pace. "F-fuck!!~" Noel moaned, wrapping his free arm around his boyfriend's neck and digging his nails into his skin. Mishca grunted quietly and moved faster, easily finding his poet's prostate and hitty it hard, making the boy under him cry out. "Take it slut, fucking take it all..~" he muttered when Noel tried to buck his hips in retaliation. Noel twitched and squirmed, "M-mishca-a- ahh!!~" The boy on top moved faster, making it harder for the bottom to speak, "F-fuck!!~ I c-can't hold it anymore!!~"

Mishca thrusts his hips faster and Noel kept trying to move, until his orgasm came onto the two just as Mishca came inside of his lover. The two boys panted for a moment until Noel was uncuffed. Noel kisses the Unkranian and gets on his lap, "I love you..." Mishca kisses his neck and bites his shoulder, "I love you more.." He held his lovers waist and kissed down his chest and stomach, which was made notice by Noel's soft moans and whines. "Do you wanna go again?~" Mishca asked, not caring if he said yes or no. Noel shook his head, "I want sleep.." "Well then, I'll get you cleaned up and then we can cuddle, watch the blue angel and you can sleep." Noel smiles softly to his partner as they both cleaned up, got under the covers and cuddled like the world didn't exist anymore. Noel turned on the movie as Mishca played with his hair and gave him gentle kisses on his forehead, putting the poet to sleep. The Unkranian followed suit shortly after.