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I hate Valentines Day?
I hate this hallmark holiday; a day to rate someone's status by how many or by how little gifts that they receive from the girls and boys that like them. It's a basic concept really; People don't like me, and they don't give me stuff. Cause and effect is what it is?
I try to see it as another normal holiday. I try to see it as a day that no one cares about, ignoring the deep passion of hate that I feel inside for it. I know exactly why people don't like me, and it's because of my looks. Who would possibly think that a grey skinned, black haired, pointy teethed, zombie looking corpse attractive? Alright, so there's maybe one girl, and that's tayzer. I don?t get her. She?s always clinging to me and being around me... not that I don't like it; I actually crave the attention from her.
But this was the first year I was at this school. I already made more enemies than friends, which should be a certain goal of mine. It was still early morning, and not many of my ?Friends? were around. Who knows? Maybe there's still hope for me yet?
I entered the classroom slowly, dragging my feet as I did. I looked around the classroom, and I already saw a couple of the boys bragging about the gifts they received before school. I gave them a passing glare and then proceeded to plop lifelessly into my desk chair, sighing as I did so. I stared down at the desk, tracing the little patters of the wood with my eyes; These Ice blue eyes that I believe are the most attractive feature on me. Waiting for that damn bell to ring, I decided to get bored, and began fidgeting with my hair, holding it up in ponytails with my hands, curling a finger around a large strand. The cold winter air seeping through the open window was starting to get to me, making this morning worse. I knew nobody was walking near me because I was intimidating. I had an unusual scowl on my face. This day needed to die.
Not five minutes into my episode of loathing everything around me, a silhouette came towering over my desk, as if it were trying to intimidate me. I looked up, knowing I wasn?t going to welcome what I was about to look at.
Of course I didn't. I stared straight ahead of me, and made very close eye contact with somebody's crotch. I looked up, frowned, and sighed of exasperation. I wasn?t in the mood to deal with him.
That crotch belonged to my rival; Brandon Duland. He had some deep dark complex with his name that he forces people to call him pierce. I think that's one thing that I own over him, If not more; I didn't have to change my name to make it sound so awesome. Mace Calix, Such a beautiful name?
"What do you want, Duland?" I said with an irritable tone. He didn't get the hint. Either that or he was staying just to annoy me further.
"What's wrong, Calix? You seem so annoyed." He said, taunting me. I just smirked. I didn?t know why. There was something about the way that he said my last name made me laugh. HE always pronounced it wrong. It was hard to tell, but he always said the tones wrong. Don't get me wrong, but when you pronounce some syllables more than others; you get the wrong last name with me. Sometimes it pissed me off, when he messed it up it miraculously just sounded cute.
Cute? I never called him cute before. He was sexy, and handsome, but not really cute. I may be his enemy, and I may dislike him, but I noticed this, and I?m enough of a man to admit it; I was a bit infatuated with his looks. Even now, as he stared down at me, that smug look on his faces? It made me realize why Alex liked him so much.
((I?m practicing my typing without looking at the keyboard?I'm sorry? did I ruin the moment?))
"Nothing, why don't you hang all over Alex or someone else to get a ton of gifts, and leave me alone." I looked up at him, his aqua-green eyes narrowed in sadistic satisfaction, and knew I wasn't feeling the best, and he targeted that.
"What" Mace is so much of a loser he didn?t even get candy hearts??
"Pierce," I rested my head on my desk, and sighed. "You're sounding like a mean girl."
"And, you're sounding like a mean loser."
That was another thing that frustrated me and turned me on at the same time. His quick wit was such a wonderfully attractive feature. I've begun to believe that was one of the only reasons I pick fights with him, Just to hear his snappy comebacks in that sexy voice of his. Sometimes, right in the middle of our minor wars with words, I just wanted to take him and?
That's sort of a weird thing to say, wanting to make love with someone I hate? My twisted thoughts are nothing but an oxymoron to the world around me. I Looked back up at him and stood up, a fairly calm look on my face. "I might be a loser, but you can't be popular without giving yourself up sexually?"
"As if, you nymphomaniac." He smirked, and there went the sparks of war, although my sparks came from somewhere else? He wasn't exactly wrong, but he wasn't anymore innocent than I was.
"What about you? I'm sure you could count all the men and women you?ve slept with on one hand?" I looked him in the eyes, the banners of war were about to be raised. "If you had a bloody calculator." He tried to hide his irritation by smiling, but his eyes flashed with fire, and mine with ice; Two elements that are so compatible but hurt each other so much more.
The room grew quiet, and the other boys and girls were beginning to watch us. The teacher wasn?t in the room to break it up, and the men weren't going to let the women break up a good fight.
"Maybe it's because I have more sex appeal than you." He finally retorted; the friction became so much more intense with every word of minor poison we spit at each other. It normally didn't get much worse than us screaming at each other, but some times it got out of control, pinning each other to the floor, eating each other until we were black and bruised. I didn't care, I liked it. I was able to endure it because all it did was give me an erection. I like bleeding. Even though it's not even my own blood anymore. Did I mention I was a vampire?
I was a bit taken aback by what he said, he touched a weak spot, but I wouldn?t let that show. "No, it's just because you're a man whore." I tried to hurt him. He was harder to get to? I wasn?t about to stoop to ragging on his mom. I had enough dignity to keep out of such uncomfortable waters.
"Man whore eh? At least I'm A Man, Instead of a monster."
"I? I'm a vampire? I'm not a monster."
"There all the same."
"You're nothing but a sexual object!"
"A Human Sexual objects!"
"I bet you would even ******** me if I aroused you in the slightest bit."
"Oh yeah?" I watched him raise an eyebrow, knowing he was interested, "try me."
I took his wrist, and pulled him outside. He cried out in surprise, but followed me; I had him exactly where I had him?
"What the hell are you doing?" he said as I pulled him out into the hallway, which was now, frightfully deserted, and the bell rang, making us both tardy for our class. I didn't care; I Finally got him into a position like this. I was going to use it to my advantage. I pulled him into the bathroom across the hall, throwing him into the handicapped bathroom stall, and locked the door behind me. Wasting no time, I started on what I was challenged. I had learned a trick from a couple of rumors from his friends. Both Alex and Mika had told me about the spot that drives him crazy, the spot that aroused him so much that it hurt. I pushed him up against one of the walls that had a bar, separating him far enough from the wall, but keeping him in one place.
I started on his neck, nipping at it softly with my teeth, Just enough for it to hurt. I knew he liked pain somewhat. I heard him bite back a little moan. He still thought of this as a competition.
I didn't.
I brought my lips to his, slipping my tongue into his mouth forcefully. I felt his tongue fight with mine, and I had to keep myself from smiling. I pressed our bodies against each other, pressing my erection against his crotch. He was aroused, but I decided to pull out the fun, big guns.
I slowly moved my hands under his shirt, and caressed the general area of where I've seen his tattoo in the locker room. I felt practically every muscle in his body tense up. I knew he was intimidated. He was afraid that I was going to use his weakness, and he was afraid that I might win.
I decided to go in for the kill.
My tongue still playing with his, I lightly traced his spine with my fingers. He let out a restrained moan, and I chuckled softly. I could feel him growing hard against me. I rocked my hips against his, his nerves now sensitive, His breathing became shallow, and he pressed against me. I broke away from him, a string of our saliva between us, his face flushed as well as mine.
"Well? I win." I said, and I pulled away from him, leaving him with blue ball and an embarrassed look on his face. If I predicted right what any horny man would do in a situation like that, everything would go according to my plan?
As I turned to walk to the door of the stall when I felt hands grasp my wrist painfully, and pull me toward the forceful arms of my enemy.
"Oh, no you don't." he said, breathing heavily and lustfully. "You can't do that to me." He said pushed me against the wall, and began to quickly unbutton my pants. In a surprise, I tried to jerk away, but he held me in place. The force of hitting the wall causes me to bite my lip and my tongue, causing it to bleed profusely. I smiled and switched him positions, ending up in the same position we were before, against the same wall. I considered tying the other boy up with the rope I ripped off from the gym storage area yesterday, but I didn't think I needed it. His face was a little red from all the activity and the feeling running through him. Even though misery gives me a hard-on, so does the look in a rebellious uke's eyes. I knew he didn't like being on the bottom, but I was stronger, taller, and a lot more determined than he was. I finally had him in my arms. I finally had my enemy seduced. I finally had him under my control, under my power, under my, I sighed as I took in his scent. Maybe it was me who was under control?
((So... anyone got any suggestions for a title?not finished.))
((edited by [Forever Alone In Black] xD well I just replaced the ' ? ' with ' ' ' or ' " ' when needed. I love Alex's lemons hehe ))
 alex whitticoax · Fri Jun 16, 2006 @ 06:44pm · 0 Comments |
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