TW For All Chapters: Dubcon, Teen!Cast, Sexual Content

1. Teens

 Summary: Teenage rivals Rythian and Lalna try to figure out what a kiss means.

It was in the heat of the moment, in the middle of a fight that Rythian was losing quite badly to Lalna. His rival had him pinned against the back of the smaller science building, his whole body pressed against him to keep him still. There was a moment of hesitation, when Lalna had raised his fist as if to strike him again. Instead, he seized Rythian by his hair and kissed him.

The mash of lips was rough and their teeth clashed together as Rythian struggled to adjust to what was happening. Lalna forced his tongue inside his mouth, yanking hard at Rythian's hair when he attempted to pull away. Rythian whimpered, but pushed back harder, nipping at the invading tongue. The kiss was brutal and deep, but in the end it was still Lalna who was in control.

It was Lalna who broke contact, stepping back from Rythian who leaned against the wall, dazed but still wary. He smirked at Rythian's expression as if to say: Did you really fall for that? At that he walked away.

"What the fuck was that?!" Rythian shouted after him, scrubbing at his mouth with his sleeve. Lalna didn't glance back. The lunch bell rang and the sidewalks were suddenly flooded with students shambling towards the north side of campus. As Rythian watched, Lalna slipped into the crowd, blond head quickly moving away. Rythian stalked after him, determined to show Lalna that he wasn't going to get away with fucking with him like that.

As Lalna passed the front office, he suddenly turned to his right, breaking from the crowd. He stepped into the seldom occupied passageway that connected the south gym to the foreign language buildings. Rythian allowed himself a smile as Lalna ducked into the bathroom in the corner. It would be easy to corner him there.

Quietly, Rythian slipped inside the bathroom, dumping his backpack on the floor. Immediately, he was seized by his shoulders and thrown face first against the tiled wall behind the door. His vision flashed bright white as his head smacked against the tile. "Did you think you were going to get me?" Lalna chuckled lightly behind him. "Come on, Rythian, did you think it was going to be that easy?."

Rythian silently cursed himself for his stupidity.Of course it was an ambush, all neatly plotted to get him alone. Lalna leaned back momentarily, loosening his hold to slide the deadbolt on the back of the door home. Rythian took the opportunity to dig his elbow deep into Lalna's gut, winding him. He shoved away from the the wall and squirmed out of Lalna's grasp.

He spun to face his rival, hand combing through his hair, tenderly touching the rising knot on the side of his head. Rythian dove forwards, tackling Lalna. He landed on his chest and immediately punched Lalna in the face. Finally, he seized the boy by the chin, lowering himself until their foreheads were nearly touching.. "Why the fuck did you kiss me?" Rythian demanded, his voice strained in his rage.

Again, Lalna smirked at him. In a single swift movement, he reached up, grabbing Rythian by the back of his neck, and dragged him down until their lips met. "No," Rythian mumbled against his mouth, trying to pull back. The movement gave Lalna enough room to throw him off onto his back allowing him to straddle his chest.. A brief struggle ensued as Rythian wildly tried to escape, but Lalna soon pinned his wrists to the floor.

"I kissed you so that you would follow me in here," Lalna shrugged. "I wasn't expecting you to kiss me back."

"I didn't," Rythian immediately denied it.

"Rythi," the nickname made Rythian cringe. It was patronizing and too familiar. "I know you did."

His captive refused to meet his eyes. "C'mon," Lalna cupped his cheek. "You don't have to be embarassed." He bent his neck, still smiling teasingly and kissed him. Rythian kissed back, still attempting to twist his arms out of Lalna's grip. When he was unsuccessful, he bit down hard on Lalna's lower lip, drawing blood. His rival immediately recoiled.

"Bastard," Lalna grinned down at him, more amused than threatened by Rythian's desperate attempts to wound him. He struck Rythian across the face, before yanking down the scarf that sat coiled around Rythian's throat.

Lalna had seen the scar before. Everyone at school had seen it. The section near Rythian's lips was always visible; it would be impossible to hide without covering half of his face. The lower reaches of the scar were hidden by his ever-present scarf. Lalna still remembered when he had first glimpsed the entire scar before in gym several years ago.

Up close, it was much more horrific than he had recalled. While the narrow tip of the scar was white, as it broadened it deepened in color first to pink and then to a dull purple. He pressed his lips to the point where the scar ended, near the base of his throat. Gently, he sucked the scarred skin into his mouth. "Get off!" Rythian bucked up, trying to dislodge him.

Instead, Lalna hauled him up and shoved him against the counter. He forced Rythian's head down until his cheek touched the cold counter top . Rythian tried to push back, his fingers streaking down the mirror. Still pinning him against the counter with his hips, Lalna snaked his hand around to the front of Rythian's trousers. Rythian swore; Lalna had noticed. Rythian kicked out blindly behind him, and though he missed, Lalna struck the back of his head in retaliation.

Clumsily, Lalna thumbed open the button and fly of Rythian's trousers. He chuckled a little as he took Rythian's cock in his hand. Rythian's breath hitched in his throat when Lalna's thumb rubbed over the head. "Who would've thought that you'd get this hard for me?"

"Shut up," Rythian growled, though a split second later he trembled as he held back a whimper. He squeezed his hands into fists. Lalna giggled, warm mouth pressed against his back. Rythian took that moment to promise himself that Lalna would pay.

The door jerked against the lock as someone tried the handle. Lalna froze, his hand still wrapped tightly around Rythian's cock. Rythian panicked, again attempting to pull away from his rival. "Stay still," Lalna warned him in a whisper, tugging at his thick hair. Both waited in silence, afraid that at any moment a key would turn in the lock. Instead, they distantly heard footsteps moving away.

Fingers still threaded through Rythian's hair, Lalna began to jerk him off. Rythian could feel his hard-on pushing against his ass, the heat of his whole body pressed against his back. He bit at the sleeve of his coat, trying to suppress a low groan. After a moment, Lalna released his hold on Rythian's hair and spun him around.

He pushed him to sit down on the counter. Rythian felt heat rise into his face as soon as their eyes met. Lalna's cheeks were flushed bright pink and his lower lip was red and swollen from Rythian's teeth. Rythian glanced down to see the outline of his erection through his jeans. His own trousers were rapidly sliding down his thighs. He looked back up at Lalna's face, completely lost and was surprised to see his own uncertainty mirrored there.

Rythian put his hand on Lalna's shoulder, pulling him close. He hastily undid the front of Lalna's trousers to touch him. He watched as Lalna's eyes shut, a low moan passing his pink lips. Rythian pressed the palm of his left hand against his own cock while he continued to jerk Lalna off.

His rival pushed farther forward, standing between Rythian's legs. He put his lips to Rythian's again and Rythian tasted blood inside his mouth. Now Lalna was close enough to press the length of his cock against Rythian's. Rythian moaned as they touched and took them both in his hand, stroking them together. Lalna dropped his head onto Rythian's shoulder and pushed his hips up against Rythian's hand. He ran his left hand up Rythian's side, hiking up his shirt while he braced himself against the counter with the other.

"Shit," Rythian whined, tilting his head back against the mirror. Lalna turned his head to glance up at him. Rythian came, arching his back. He dropped his hands to his sides, shoulders slumping. Lalna dug his nails into his side as he quickly finished himself off.

"'m gonna," Lalna barely managed to mumble before he came across Rythian's stomach. He leaned forwards, his breath shaky. Rythian shoved him away, before stretching out to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. Lalna stepped back, making himself decent while Rythian cleaned himself up. "Hey, Rythian-," Lalna began, but Rythian brushed past him, scooping up his bag and heading for the door. Outside, the air seemed especially frigid after the warmth of Lalna's body.

He heard the bathroom door open again behind him as Lalna left, but he didn't dare to look back as he walked up to the cafeteria. The encounter remained with him for the rest of the day, a perfect picture of Lalna's flushed cheeks and bloodied lip plaguing his thoughts.

As soon as he could, he excused himself from his house to visit Ravs, desperately hoping that his friend might help keep his thoughts off of Lalna. It worked, for the most part, and the bit of liquor that Ravs was able to provide helped.

As he lounged on the floor of Ravs' bedroom, Rythian's phone buzzed in his pocket. He retrieved it with a sigh and squinted down at the name. It was an unknown number. Ravs glanced over as Rythian opened the message.

Rythian abruptly yanked the phone away, hiding the screen from Ravs' view. A hazy, flesh-toned thumbnail of an image quickly expanded to fill the screen. The picture was of himself, sitting on the bathroom counter at school, arm outstretched outside of the frame. His jeans were pulled down around his thighs, and his shirt had been hiked up. Cum, both his own and Lalna's, was splattered low on his stomach. "Shit," Rythian hissed. Glancing over at Ravs, he muttered, "I need to go."

"What is it?" Ravs slurred.

"I just need to go," Rythian shrugged off the question.

As he stepped out into the street, he hit reply. "What the fuck do you want?" he typed. Rythian gripped the phone in his fist as he waited for a reply.

"Come here and we can talk," came the offer. There was no direct threat, but Rythian knew what was implied. He would pay a price for being careless enough to allow that picture to be taken. Rythian cursed himself for letting his guard down.

Lalna lived at the end of Rythian's street. In fact, he had been the first kid his age that Rythian had met when his family moved in at the end of eighth grade. It had been nice to have a friend so close by, but now Rythian seethed every time he passed the house. Often he had considered keying up Lalna's old white Cavalier that sat out in the street, but it would have hardly made a difference. The thing was already rusted and beaten to shit.

It was only a few blocks before the Cavalier came into view. Rythian leaned against the bumper, remembering how protective Lalna was of the station wagon. After a brief moment, the front door opened and Lalna stepped outside. His eyes predictably went to the car, before flicking back up to meet Rythian's. He stood motionless on the porch.

For a minute, Rythian considered just pouncing on Lalna then and there. He fantasized about grabbing Lalna by the throat, digging his fingers deep into his neck and throttling him. A sudden clatter of a skateboard down the street reminded him he was not alone, that their fight wouldn't go unobserved. Instead, Rythian waited for Lalna to say something.

"Come in," Lalna smiled, motioned to him, opening the door behind him. Rythian scowled and shoved past him into the entryway. Rythian heard Lalna locking the door behind him and turned to watch him, suspicious. "Family's out for the weekend," Lalna announced, taking Rythian by the shoulder to lead him towards his bedroom. "Thought it was a good time to have someone over." Rythian shrugged off his guiding hand.

"Just tell me what the fuck you want," he stopped short in the hallway.

"You're not drunk, are you?" Lalna raised his eyebrows.

"No," Rythian snapped, though his breath smelled of alcohol. Lalna snorted disbelievingly. He began to turn away from Rythian, only to be seized by his neck and pinned against the wall. Lalna hissed out a curse as Rythian tightened his grip, fully expecting to be struck in the gut next. Instead, his rival plunged his hand into his pocket, withdrawing his phone after a moment's struggle. Rythian paused momentarily, considering whether he should take the time to delete the picture manually or simply smash the phone against the floorboards.

"It's not on my phone," Lalna gasped.

"Fucking liar," Rythian spat in return. He opened up the sent messages to find the folder completely empty. He opened the picture gallery next.

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to carry that kind of thing around on my phone? I know I'd be kicked out of school for something like that." He squirmed a little, clutching at Rythian's wrist with one hand. "That's not even my phone number that you were texting."

"Then where's the goddamn picture?" Rythian demanded, tossing the phone to the floor.

"Flash drive," Lalna replied. "I'm not going to tell you where it is."

"I'll fucking make you," Rythian snarled. He grasped Lalna's throat with both hands now, strangling him. Lalna kicked him in the knee and took advantage of the moment to slam his shoulder into Rythian's chest. Rythian lost his balance, toppling to the floor. He was only down for a few seconds before Lalna hauled him back upright and shoved him through the door at the end of the hall.

Rythian caught himself on his hands and knees, rubbing his palms raw on the carpet. He tried to rise, but was instead kicked in the side. Rythian yelped when Lalna kicked him again, this time in the stomach. Defensively, he brought his knees up to his chest. He only looked up when Lalna touched his shoulders, slowly rolling him onto his back.

The kiss was just as sudden as the first time, but now Rythian readily allowed Lalna's tongue into his mouth. He was restrained by the weight of Lalna's body, who had straddled one of his thighs to press his knee against Rythian crotch. He whimpered as Lalna ground his knee against him. In a tangled mess of fabric, his scarf, coat and shirt were removed, leaving his chest bare. Lalna went for the front of his trousers next, pulling them down to his knees. Soon he took Rythian's cock in his hand, just like he had that afternoon.

The idea that Lalna now had intimate familiarity with his body was still surprised Rythian. Lalna remembered how he had made Rythian moan so loudly before. As he ran his hand along Rythian's shaft, he dragged Rythian's lower lip between his teeth. He sank his teeth into his flesh until he drew blood, returning the bite that Rythian had given him earlier that day. Rythian tried to shove him off, pushing at his chest. Slowly, Lalna moved away, Rythian's lip still between his teeth, stretching it.

"Fuck," Rythian whined and Lalna finally released the skin. Rythian's hand flew up to his mouth, wiping at the bloody wound. Blood trickled into his mouth. Lalna opened the drawer above Rythian's head, before sitting back on his heels a small tube now in his hand. Rythian watched as he squirted a little of the substance on his fingers, still gingerly nursing his bloody lip.

Though Rythian knew exactly where this was going, it was still a shock when Lalna touched him, slipping his hand between Rythian's thighs. The lube was cold on his sensitive skin. He clenched his teeth as Lalna's fingers entered him, determined to be silent. The feeling was slick, already edging on painful. Rythian had nothing to compare this to.

"Do you like that?" Lalna asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice. He scissored his fingers inside Rythian, making him fight back a moan.

"Christ," Rythian hissed when Lalna repeated the motion. He stuffed his fist into his mouth, teeth digging into his knuckles..

"Rythian," Lalna said, getting him to look up. "Do you?" he seemed uncertain now. "C'mon, just tell me." He reached up and took Rythian's hand out of his mouth. His rival remained silent, if a little breathless. Lalna looked him over, eyeing the dark rising bruises that marked the right side of Rythian's thin chest. Rythian was tall and slim, only just beginning to lose his teenage gangliness. Lower still, he was hard. Already, Lalna could make him wince with a twitch of his fingers, but he wondered if he could make him writhe..

"What-?" Rythian began to speak, confused as Lalna lowered himself. "Oh god," he gasped as Lalna's warm mouth enveloped his cock. "Shit," Rythian whimpered when his rival hollowed his cheeks around him. He craned his neck to look down at Lalna, staring at his pink lips. Lalna kept eye contact as he began to bob his head, his blond hair already falling into his eyes. He worked his fingers inside Rythian as he moved.

Too quickly, Lalna pulled off. Rythian whined in protest of the loss of contact. He grabbed at Lalna shoulder, only to have his hand batted away. With a particularly vicious twist of his wrist, Lalna removed his fingers. "Lalna," Rythian grumbled. "Come on."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Lalna asked, trailing his slick fingers down the inside of Rythian's thigh.

"What the fuck do you think?" Rythian growled. "Let me just-," he sat up, hurriedly tugging his shoes off his feet. He wriggled out of his jeans and boxers, while Lalna did the same. Rythian settled back on the messy floor, allowing Lalna to raise his left leg. He tensed up when he felt the head of Lalna's cock against his ass. "Fuck!" he shouted when Lalna pushed inside him. He grabbed a handful of Lalna's t-shirt and pulled, but that only brought Lalna's smirking face that much closer.

"You alright there?" Lalna asked, straining to stay still.

"Fine," Rythian gritted out. When Lalna paused for a second longer, he said "Yes!" impatiently. Lalna laughed at that, but pressed deeper still inside Rythian. He leaned back, stretching his shirt that Rythian still clutched in his fist. Rythian squirmed beneath him, trying to find a way to make himself just a little more comfortable. Lalna barely shifted his hips and Rythian groaned. He let go of the t-shirt in favor of touching himself.

Distantly, Rythian realized that Lalna was being gentle with him now. His musings abruptly ended when Lalna hit the right spot inside him. He forgot his vow of relative silence, moaning loudly. Lalna barely managed to smile breathlessly, impressed with his own power over Rythian. He moved faster, hips thrusting into Rythian's body. Rythian pushed up into his thrusts, his hand still curled around his own cock.

Lalna came, his hips pressing against Rythian a few final times as he grunted breathily. He leaned forwards, hands on Rythian's shoulders while he struggled to pull himself together again. Rythian got himself off a moment later, Lalna's cock still buried inside him.

As Rythian collected himself, he vaguely realized that Lalna's computer had been left to play some sort of talk show. Lalna pulled out, groaning, and stood to pause it. He sat down on the bed, scratching at his fledgling beard as he studied Rythian. Slowly, his rival righted himself, already beginning to catalog his injuries. He brushed away a few pieces of wire that stuck to his palms. "You could stay, if you want," Lalna offered carefully.

2. Blackmail. 

Summary: A week after "Teens", the rivals Rythian and Lalna try to sort out their problems the old fashioned way.

Rythian knew he shouldn't have been surprised when he received a text from the same number that Lalna had used before. It was early in the morning, now a week after he had stayed over at Lalna's. He was already halfway to school. His pace slowed as he opened the message, expecting some sort of demand.

Instead, the tiny thumbnail of a video showed on his screen. Rythian stopped in his tracks at the street corner , hesitating for a moment before loading the video. After a brief pause, the video expanded and immediately began to play. Rythian swore as soon as he saw himself sprawled out on the floor of Lalna's bedroom, his body rocking against the carpet with every thrust. He frowned at the tinny moans that came from his phone; he hadn't realized just how loud he had been. Naturally, Lalna had taken the time to crop the video so that it was impossible to really tell that it was him fucking Rythian.

His phone buzzed again as another message came in, but Rythian continued to watch the video. It was several minutes long and as it progressed he saw himself eagerly press back against Lalna. In the video, Rythian momentarily turned his head to the side, nearly making eye contact with the camera recording him. Rythian tried to remember what had been in that direction, wondering how he had been recorded.

He glanced up to see Lalna's white Cavalier headed down the street towards him. Lalna slowed as he came up to the stop. Rythian leaned out into the road and smacked his hand against the window as Lalna passed, hoping to at least startle him. Lalna only flashed his lights cheerily, quickly accelerating away.

Rythian looked back down at his phone, quickly closing the video. "Meet me at my car after school," read the more recent message. He deleted the message then, with some hesitation, deleted the video as well. However, the memory of the video remained with him for the rest of the day, even as he made his way through the student parking lot, tired and a bit bruised.

"You're late," Lalna looked up from where he sat on the curb. He stood and climbed inside his station wagon.

"I don't give a shit," Rythian muttered, making his way around to the passenger side. He dropped his backpack on the floor then ducked inside.

"How's Sjin?" Lalna asked as he started the engine. He eyed the rapidly swelling lump that marred the corner of Rythian's jaw, before putting the car into reverse.

"Fine," Rythian sighed. He shifted forwards in his seat so that he could slouch down.

"How did you even get that?" Lalna gestured at the swelling. "He didn't punch you did he?" he laughed at the thought.

"No," came the short reply. Rythian refused to elaborate, too proud to admit exactly how Sjin had bested him. He slid his hands into his pockets, wondering if he should ask where they were headed. Looking outside, he watched as they left the city.

They quickly reached the edge of the mountains. Lalna turned down a dirt road, parking just out of sight of the main road. "Are you going to keep blackmailing me?" Rythian asked abruptly.

"Did you like the video?" Lalna countered, grinning. He turned off the engine and sat back in his seat.

"I uh," Rythian fumbled with the question. He cleared his throat, before hesitantly admitting, "Yes."

"Really?" Lalna was delighted with his answer.

Again, Rythian sighed. "Will you just answer me? Are you going to keep blackmailing me?"

"I don't know if 'blackmailing' is the word I'd use," Lalna shook his head. Rythian frowned at the way he avoided his question. Sullenly, he tucked his chin against his chest and settled down into his seat. Rythian only looked up when Lalna rested his hand on his seat, between his thighs. Lalna leaned over him, gently stroking his free hand along the swollen edge of Rythian's jaw. He tugged the grey scarf down, allowing him to kiss Rythian's lips.

Rythian slammed Lalna back against the car door and pinned him there by his shoulders. "I'm not going to do this," he hissed. Lalna tried to speak, but Rythian cut him off. "Just tell me what you're going to do and stop fucking around."

For a moment, Lalna did not respond. In all honesty, he didn't want to resort to threatening Rythian. "I'm not going to do anything with the video," he began.

Before he could continue, Rythian snapped. "That's a fucking lie," he snarled as he scrambled into the seat with Lalna, straddling his lap so that he could press his forearm across Lalna's throat.

"Listen to me, Rythian," Lalna raised his voice. "I don't want to do anything with the video," he amended, before shrugging. "I suppose if I was feeling threatened I might send parts of it out," he said pointedly. "Not to the school or anything of course, but I think I might send it to someone who would enjoy it like I did. Maybe someone like Sjin.."

"Fuck you," Rythian growled, though he removed his arm from Lalna's neck. He sat back on his heels, nearly hitting the steering wheel. He had to keep his head bowed to keep from scraping against the ceiling.

"I could send it to someone else, if you don't want Sjin to see. Zoey did give me her number a few weeks ago." Lalna left it at that, eyebrows raised.

"She did?" Rythian frowned at him, though he was only briefly distracted. He clenched his fists. "Fine. Just tell me what you want and get it over with."

"I'm not in that much of a hurry," Lalna chuckled at him. He slid his hand up Rythian's thigh and onto his ass. Seizing a handful of Rythian's shirt in his other, he pulled him down into a kiss. His rival relented, reluctantly allowing his tongue inside his mouth. Lalna began to tug at his clothes, first removing his scarf and coat before breaking away to tell him: "Take off your shirt."

Rythian obeyed, stretching the dusky purple material over his head and mussing his hair. He balled the shirt up in his hands before tossing it into the back seat. Lalna sat up in his seat, leaning forwards until he was able kiss Rythian's chest. Rythian ran his hands through his hair, attempting to tame it. He winced when Lalna dug his teeth into his nipple.

While he had his mouth on Rythian's chest, Lalna unbuttoned Rythian's jeans, before dragging down his fly. Rythian's jeans slid down his narrow hips, showing his boxers. Lalna slid his hand down the back of his boxers. Hand on Rythian's ass, he grabbed a handful of his flesh, sinking his nails into his bare skin.

Lalna reached out, hooking his thumb inside Rythian's mouth. He stretched the corner of his mouth, before allowing the flesh to spring back into place. "Suck me off," Lalna finally directed him. Reluctantly, Rythian slid back into the passenger seat and went for the front of his jeans. After Rythian unbuttoned them, Lalna lifted his hips, allowing him to pull his jeans down to his knees.

He gripped Lalna's cock at the base, before leaning in until his mouth was just a hair's breadth away from his flesh. Rythian stretched out his tongue and swept it up the length of his cock. When he reached the head, he curled his tongue around him. Above him, Lalna gasped lightly.

"Stop teasing," Lalna demanded, twisting his fingers in Rythian's hair and dragging him closer. Rythian turned his head, so that his cheek was pressed up against Lalna's cock rather than his lips as Lalna had intended. Precome smeared across his face, Rythian jerked back, his teeth gritted. "Come on," Lalna pulled at Rythian's hair again, still smiling.

Swallowing back his pride with great difficulty, Rythian opened his mouth wide and went down on him. Lalna choked out a low moan, his hand immediately sliding down to grasp the back of his neck. Rythian looked up at him as he slowly drew back. His rival's face was flushed bright red and his mouth hung open. As Rythian slipped his lips down as far as he could go, Lalna shut his eyes. Rythian sucked his cheeks in, hoping that he would be able to finish him off quickly like this.

As Rythian bobbed his head, he paused for a brief moment to allow his saliva to drip onto his fingers. While Lalna's eyes were still shut, he eased a single finger inside him. Lalna's eyes flew open and his grip on the back of Rythian's neck tightened. Rythian pulled off, anticipating a slap. He kept his finger inside Lalna, pushing a bit deeper in before swiftly adding another. Slowly, Lalna relaxed against the back of the seat as the initial sting subsided, though he did nudge Rythian forwards again until his lips touched his cock.

Fingers pressing at a spot inside Lalna's body, Rythian again wrapped his lips around him. For the moment, he began to consider drawing this out. He was slowly realizing just how much control he had over Lalna, despite the restraining hand that remained at his neck. Rythian moved his tongue against the underside of Lalna's cock and managed to coax a moan from Lalna when he curled his fingers inside him. He added another finger to the heat of Lalna's body. Lalna barely moved his hips, seeking a better angle while Rythian gently scissored his fingers inside of him so that he could press further still into his tight body.

His jaw beginning to ache, Rythian moved to lapping at the head of Lalna's cock. Finding he disliked the particularly bitter taste, Rythian continued on, pumping Lalna's cock with his free hand while he continued to work his fingers inside him. He dipped his head lower and carefully slid his tongue over his balls. Lalna gasped lightly as Rythian mouthed at him. He rubbed his thumb over the hair at the nape of Rythian's neck encouragingly.

Rythian lifted his head to suck at the head of Lalna's cock, before taking him to the back of his throat, perhaps a little farther than he should have. He paused there, throat tightening while he struggled to keep himself from gagging. Lalna grasped Rythian's head with both hands, threading his fingers through his hair. Rythian glanced up him, lips stretched wide by his cock. "You're so fucking good," Lalna groaned at the sight.

Again, Rythian bobbed up and down on him. He could tell Lalna was close by the way he clutched at Rythian's head, struggling to keep himself from thrusting up into his throat. Rythian drew his cheeks in tighter, sucking a bit harder. Lalna chose that moment to yank him off by his hair. He held Rythian still, a few inches back while he rapidly jerked himself off. Rythian pulled away from him, both hands around Lalna's wrist as he tried to loosen his grip on his hair. Lalna wrenched him back into place, tugging hard enough at Rythian's hair that he hissed in pain.

Lalna came across Rythian's face with a loud moan. Rythian screwed his eyes shut, flinching as a few hot spurts landed on his cheek and lips. He immediately went to wipe his face, but Lalna pushed his hands away. Lalna held him still for a few seconds longer, memorizing the way he looked. His lips were wet and red and he was a little out of breath. The cum splattered across his face was dripping down his cheeks as he fixed Lalna with a look of contempt. "Fucking let me go," Rythian snarled, clawing at Lalna's hand.

As soon as Lalna let him free, Rythian tumbled back into the passenger seat. He straightened up and wiped his face on his arms, his disgust clear on his face. Lalna reached for him, but Rythian dodged out of the way.

"Don't fucking touch me, you goddamned bastard," he growled. He yanked open the door and stumbled outside, slamming it shut behind him. Holding his jeans up with one hand, he stalked over to the wire fence near the bumper of the station wagon.

Lalna sighed heavily and pulled his jeans back up. He reached out to roll down the window. "Rythian," he said simply. Without turning around, Rythian flipped him off. "For fuck's sake," Lalna muttered, rolling his eyes as he climbed out of the car. Rythian looked down at his feet as he approached.

"Do you want me to get you off?" Lalna asked, keeping his hands to himself for once. Rythian worked his jaw, though he still seemed to be considering his offer.

"If you want," he finally allowed and found Lalna's hands on him immediately. His rival pushed him against the front bumper of the Cavalier, already palming his cock through his boxers. Rythian pressed his lips together, trying to keep quiet as he leaned back to brace himself against the hood. Lalna reached inside his boxers and wrapped his fingers around his cock, while stretching the fabric downwards so he could get at him better.

Rythian worried his lower lip between his teeth while Lalna touched him. With every stroke, Lalna's knuckles brushed the lower reaches of his stomach. Rythian finally began to push his hips up into Lalna's fist, gasping when Lalna gripped him just a little bit tighter. He flung one arm up around Lalna's shoulders, dragging him closer. "Come on," he murmured. "Faster."

"Christ," Rythian yelped when Lalna obliged. He came soon after, arm shaking as he dug his fingers deep into the gap above the grill. He held on tightly to Lalna's shoulder with the other. Rythian remained like that for a moment while he recovered, clinging tightly to Lalna. Eventually, He remembered himself and quickly pulled away from his rival. Rythian pulled up his boxers and jeans, before making his way around the side of the car to retrieve the rest of his clothes.

While Rythian dressed, Lalna slid into the driver's seat. As soon as Rythian joined him in the front, he pulled away from the fence. After a long pause, Rythian broke the silence. "Can you just tell me why you did have to tell Sjin?" he asked, leaning against the car door.

"Tell him what?" Lalna replied, genuinely confused.

"Don't fucking act like that," Rythian sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"I really honestly don't know what you're talking about," Lalna shook his head a little, his brow furrowed.

With another sigh, Rythian looked out the window. "He knows about last Friday."

"Does he?" Lalna laughed. Rythian shot a glare at him, but Lalna only laughed harder. "Oh, god," he giggled. "That's great."

3. Haunted House

Summary: Teenage Rythian visits the neighborhood's haunted house on Halloween, though he'd rather be anywhere else. Lalna knows exactly what he wants, he just doesn't know how to ask nicely.

Forced out of his room by his parents' concerns of him spending Halloween by himself, Rythian found himself sitting slouched on the low cinder block wall a few houses down. A line to the neighborhood haunted house snaked around him, with groups of twos and threes filtering into the tiny carport that had been walled off with pieces of plywood. No one seemed to really mind him sitting there, dreaming up a tale of a wonderfully social few hours just for his mother, between a few more bitter thoughts.

Nano waved as she passed him, hurrying along to gather the next group to lead inside. Rythian returned an automatic smile and a little nod of his head, before turning up the volume of his iPod. "Hey there," a voice sounded behind him. Rythian stiffened, and watched carefully as Lalna swung his legs over the wall and plopped down beside him.

Quickly Rythian's eyes slid over him as he decided just how much of a threat Lalna was tonight. His rival was in full costume, wearing a long white lab coat, big black rubber gloves and boots, and a pair of goggles that he had pushed up onto his forehead. He appeared to have only just emerged from the haunted house a moment ago, still sweating slightly from the time he had spent in the claustrophobic construction. His cursory inspection over, Rythian turned to look at the line of people that stood before him, pretending to have a sudden interest in their costumes in an attempt to ignore Lalna.

"Aren't you going to go in?" Lalna continued, as if unaware that Rythian's silence was deliberate. Inside the haunted house, a particularly piercing scream rang out and Rythian winced.

"No," he replied shortly, but even that was enough of an opening for Lalna.

"Why not?" Lalna challenged him, shifting a little closer.

Already well aware of exactly where this was going, Rythian's voice turned dark. "Because I don't want to," he returned, fixing Lalna with the glare that worked so well on every other kid that had ever tried the same tactics on him.

"You're scared, right?" Lalna predictably goaded him.

"I-" Rythian began to protest, but he caught himself and snorted. "You're going to have to try something better than that."

"Worth a shot," Lalna shrugged and scratched at his knee. "Do you want to go through with me? I wouldn't mind going again," he offered

"Fine," Rythian reluctantly agreed, still finding it difficult to shake away his more unreasonable suspicions about Lalna's motives.

Together, they shuffled to the back of the line. Rythian had to admit, he still was unused to this new norm, where, even though Lalna was still perfectly capable of being an awful scheming git, he went through bouts of friendliness as well. Remarkably, over the past few months they had even found that they even enjoyed each other's company on occasion, though they would hardly admit it.

The haunted house's actors took a break just as Rythian and Lalna reached the front of the line. They stood in a circle around Nanosounds clutching the water bottles she had provided, each completely unrecognizable in their heavy costumes. "I'll take him through, Nano," Lalna volunteered, already starting towards the entrance.

"Alright," she replied. "I'm going to take the next group in in five minutes, so make sure you get the pacing right."

"Sure," Lalna agreed, before lifting the heavy black curtain to allow them inside the carport. Rythian ducked inside behind him, too relieved that he wouldn't have to go through the full experience to worry about being alone with Lalna.

They stood together in a narrow passage that had been created by still more heavy black swathes of fabric, lit only by a few dim lights farther down the passageway. It was unpleasantly warm in the small area as Rythian waited for his eyes to adjust to the low lighting. The air inside the haunted house was incredibly stale from being walled off for several days.

"Come on," Lalna beckoned to him. "Stay with me," he ordered as he led Rythian down the passageway, pulling his goggles down over his eyes. Then he launched into his monologue about the sights that Rythian would soon see, pausing as they passed each attraction. There was a skeleton that shook and screamed just as they passed, and a mannequin that swung down from the ceiling, both undoubtedly rigged up by Lalna.

None of the scares particularly affected Rythian. He made a clear effort not to flinch at even the jump scares, still remembering Lalna's earlier words: "You're scared, right?"

The pair had just entered the last section when the little lighting that there had been flickered out."Oh, come on," Rythian sighed, immediately turning to Lalna. When there was no reply, he reached out, intending to grab him by the arm, but his hand collided with the corner of a collapsible table instead. Hissing a curse, he pulled his hand back into his chest and quietly called out, "Lalna?"

Swearing again, he crossed his arms over his chest, wondering for a moment if this was supposed to be part of one of the scares. Somewhere off to his right, a stereo began to play a track of whispering voices that turned into eerie howls accompanied by the insistent ticking of a clock, the sounds slightly tinny in the aging speakers. Though the sounds put him on edge, it was more annoyance than fear that made him grit his teeth. Rythian waited impatiently, already bracing himself for Lalna to appear behind him.

Lalna didn't return to his side, even though more than a minute had passed. The lights stayed off and the stereo played on, but Rythian heard no movement near him. Eventually, he realized that this wasn't scripted, and that Lalna had left him to make his way out by himself. Licking his lips, Rythian put his hand at the edge of the collapsible table and tried to get his bearings.

He had caught a glimpse of the room just before the lights had gone out, and knew that the passageway he stood in ran mostly straight, before turning to the left at the hastily constructed plywood wall. Now that his eyes had begun to adjust to the gloom, he could make out the vague dark shapes of the various props and partitions that surrounded him. Rythian stepped forwards, right hand tracing steadily along the edge of the table beside him.

His fingers found the familiar scratchy hiss of cardboard beneath them next as he grasped at the corner of a box. It took a moment more to test the air beyond that and find the laminate edge of another collapsible table, which he followed until the toe of his sneaker bumped the uneven wall of quarter inch ply.

Eagerly, he followed that for a few steps, his palm pressed against the wood. Rythian was certain that he would emerge from the haunted house within seconds, but when he rounded the corner a larger room yawned out in front of him, just as dark as the passage he had just exited.

There he paused, taking a moment to try to guess how he was supposed to make his way through. The stereo had only grown louder, and Rythian guessed that it must be somewhere near him. He scowled in its direction before he proceeded, stepping forwards slowly, one arm outstretched in front of him.

Something soft brushed across his knuckles, and Rythian recoiled, a shiver running down his spine. He stayed still like that for a long moment before reaching out again, to find only a stray clump of cottony fake cobwebs dangling from the ceiling. Rythian brushed past those, hurrying for the far side of the space and nearly tripping several times in his rush.

He finally reached the outdoors, and inhaled deeply, only now realizing that he had been holding his breath. Rythian turned to look back at the carport, incredibly grateful to have managed to make it out without humiliating himself entirely in front of Lalna. He stepped out into the grass beside the carport, beginning to make his way through the citrus trees back to the front yard.

An arm abruptly looped around his neck, pressing hard enough against his throat that he couldn't breathe. A terrified, breathless gasp escaped his mouth as his hands flew up to claw uselessly at the gloved hand that held him. Rythian arched up in his captor's arms, twisting in his grasp as he fruitlessly tried to escape. His vision began to grey as he desperately fought against the hold, mind completely frozen in his panic.

Then he was free, and he collapsed immediately on the ground, palms slipping across the grass. He flipped onto his back, ready to try to defend himself even as he struggled to breathe. Lalna stood over him, a smirk on his mouth as he watched Rythian try to recover himself.

As soon as he had air in his lungs, Rythian launched himself at his rival, sending him stumbling backwards. Grabbing a fistful of Lalna's white lab coat, he swung his fist into his jaw, before pulling back for another blow. Again, Lalna was forced backwards, finally staggering into the chain link fence that separated them from the backyard.

Scrabbling at the gate behind him, Lalna finally found the latch, sending them both tumbling into the backyard. They broke apart when they hit the ground, with Rythian skidding a few feet in the grass. It took him only a second to right himself and climb atop his rival's chest, pinning him to the ground.

There he leaned forwards, his breathing still heavy. Rythian ripped the goggles off of Lalna's head and tossed them into the grass beside him. Underneath him, Lalna grinned, seeming quite delighted by this reversal of fortune. "You motherfucker," Rythian snarled down at him, grabbing at Lalna's cheeks to wipe away that smile by force. He held Lalna like that for a moment, nails digging into his flesh, before he leaned in to kiss him.

Lalna's mouth was sweet with sugar as Rythian kissed him, tongue twining eagerly with his own as they pressed closer. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Lalna's lip and grinned as best he could at Lalna's small yelp. Blood seeped up into his mouth, metallic heat breaking the softer taste of sugar that lingered on his tongue.

Rythian withdrew and Lalna looked up at him in the darkness, a watery trickle of blood tracing down his lower lip. "Come on, Rythian," Lalna grinned at him, daring him to go further. He reached out to touch his hip as Rythian hesitated, before giving up on subtlety and grabbing straight at his crotch.

"C'mon," Lalna coaxed, stroking at Rythian's cock through his jeans. He pinched at the tips of the fingers of his thick gloves and stripped them from his hands, before going for the button to Rythian's jeans.

"We're going to get caught," Rythian hissed, glancing at the open gate. "Lalna, there are people right there." Still, he allowed Lalna to unzip his jeans and curl his fingers around the shaft of his cock.

"They can't see us, and they won't come back here," Lalna reassured him. He sat up and leaned into Rythian, lips finding a place at his throat. "Rythian," Lalna pressed when he did not reply. "I want you to fuck me."

His rival swallowed and met his eyes, his reservations remaining even as his cock hardened in Lalna's hand. Though the fear of discovery was still with him, Rythian chose to question practicality instead. "We don't even have lube," he protested. "So we couldn't-"

"Don't we?" Lalna returned, and Rythian didn't know if he should laugh as Lalna pulled a bottle of lube from the pocket of the white lab coat he wore. Of course Lalna had planned this, of course. He hesitated for a moment longer, worrying his scarred lip between his teeth.

"Close the gate," Rythian finally told him, and Lalna obeyed immediately. Grinning, Lalna began to struggle out of his costume, stepping out of his tall boots and shrugging off his lab coat, before dispensing of his jeans and boxers.

Lalna knelt in front of him as he spread lube onto his fingers, before chucking the bottle on top of his discarded lab coat. He reached down to touch himself, biting at the inside of his cheek as he took a moment to stroke at his cock. Moving on, Lalna slid his slick index finger down his ass to circle his hole, before pressing inside. He slipped another finger inside of himself only a second later. Gasping lightly, he spread the digits apart, stretching himself slowly. Rythian watched him, squeezing at his cock as Lalna pushed his fingers deeper inside himself.

"Here," Rythian said as he reached out to him. He put his hand at Lalna's waist, encouraging him to shuffle forwards on his knees. Withdrawing his fingers, Lalna straddled Rythian's thighs and reached beneath himself to again take Rythian's cock in his hand.

Starting slowly, Lalna gasped as he slid down onto Rythian's cock inch by inch. He spread his thighs a little wider as he began to ride him, pushing himself steadily down onto Rythian's cock. He grew louder as Rythian allowed his hips to rise up to meet his body and moaned each time they pressed flush together.

"Lalna," Rythian finally hissed, before grabbing at his wrist when he was ignored. "Lalna," he repeated, knowing he had his attention now, "they're going to hear you." He dropped his voice dropped lower still as he heard a few voices stray particularly close to them. For those few seconds, Lalna fell silent, though he continued his movements.

Thinking Lalna had heeded his warning, Rythian let go of his wrist and settled back in the grass, propping himself up on his elbow. He shut his eyes and ran his free hand up Lalna's thigh, allowing himself a soft whine. For the moment it was quieter, though the constant buzz of Halloween night continued, and a few far away screams echoed through the night.

"Oh god, Rythian," Lalna suddenly cried out, and Rythian could see just enough of his face in the shadows to catch sight of the corner of his smug grin. "Fuck me-" Lalna continued, but was abruptly cut off when Rythian slammed him into the ground and shoved his fingers into his mouth.

Rythian looked over Lalna as he held him there, spread out in the grass beneath him. One hand still in Lalna's mouth, he let go of the arm he had been pinning against the ground to guide his cock back inside him. Then he grasped at Lalna's knee, pulling his leg against his chest as he thrust into him. Lalna's lips twitched around his fingers, pulling up into a wide self-satisfied smile. Now he was silent, aside from a few soft pants, as he reached down to jerk himself off.

Rythian leaned down against Lalna as he came, pressing his mouth into his round shoulder as he fought to stifle a long groan. Rythian rested there for a moment longer, his cheek against the soft fabric of Lalna's favorite t-shirt as Lalna came underneath him. He allowed himself another kiss with Lalna before he finally pulled back, allowing them both to fumble with their clothes in the dark.

Eventually, the pair crept back out into the driveway sheepishly, hoping that no one had thought much of their absence. Rythian eyed Lalna in the light, noting his flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and a growing bruise on his jaw. He cringed, already resigning himself to the fact that someone would notice.

Credit to missigma on Ao3