Serpentine: Chapter 9

Want Me

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There was no mirror in the tree-house, so Silver turned on the light in the bathroom, he stared at his reflection in a tub of water in a daze. He was never fond of watching his face before because he always felt it wasn't his own and was just a gift given after being bitten by those snakes. So despite his body being enchanting, it had never made him feel anything but empty inside. But over time, without him realising it, he did already adapt to his body and had accepted that form. In fact, it had long grown into something he enjoyed.

Want Me

Silver immediately sealed his lips tight, the tears immediately falling from his eyes as he felt tremendously wronged. "I know you just don't want me anymore. You have a woman now, so you don't want me.... You're just like them. You all see me as nothing but some whоre you only want to mount, fυck, and pretend that all my pain is a lie... But, I like you. I like you so damn much! So, I don't care if you're married, I just want you on tоp of me right now! Just act like I'm begging you, I'm begging you, okay? Please fυck me until I'm soft all over—fυck me until I'm dead! I don't care if you fυck me until I can't get up any more, just fυck me until the only one in my mind is you... If you don't, I swear I'll steal the key from that man tomorrow and escape this place. I'll run just like this, bυtt-nаked, to confront your wife and tell her to her face you don't want me anymore, then we'll see if there'll be anyone else who'd ever like you after that... Then, you'll have no choice but to like only me... Then, the only one you'll be on tоp of is me..." After sobbing for a while, which at first was just him pretending, having said all that, Silver now truly felt himself aggrieved. His eyes reddened, and his flustered thoughts tried to find reason, thinking, Do you really not want me, Brother? I don't need you to like just me. But please don't say you don't want me anymore. You're the only one I want on tоp of me. You're the only one I want to call me a demon. You're the only one I want to drink my mіlk! I want you to kiss me, lіck me, squeeze me, sυck me... only you, just you.

Now, so that little minx never dares to speak such incredibly cute, yet resoundingly obscеne words, he only wished to him hurt to the bone.

Silver pouted at the man's refusal, he knew the reason was that man thinking he was already too exhausted for the day, and far too hurt to do anything more. But Silver still couldn't help but feel disappointed, as though this was him being tossed aside. No matter what happened, he had resolved to have that man fυck him that very day, if not, he was afraid he may go insane. Pain was not something Silver was afraid of, he had been bitten by countless snakes for three straight days, so what else could the possible be to fear?

At first that man didn't know if he should laugh or cry, but then he just felt angry and amused. But when he heard that clumsily delivered threat from Silver, all his heart could muster was that pained feeling in his chest yet again. At the very least, he thought he would want to tease that depraved little demon, or his anger would flare at that little goblin's mentioning of another man in front of his face. But he wanted to do none of those things...

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When he awoke, that aura that gave him a fright had departed. But just as he had begun to breathe a breath of relief, his joy was quickly cut short. Again, he was locked in that person's arms, and in his body, again, was a soldering hot object was buried deep.

No expression marred his face at times when he was alone, in all truth, and when he was with a crowd, the look on his face was just like it was now, indifferent and aloof. But because of how of how much time Silver had spent with that 'brother' of his, too much time one might argue, Silver always thought he had a wonderfully fresh face resembling the blossoms of spring, and a body so soft and supple it moulded to one's hands like putty. Never would he had guessed his real appearance was one that seemed haughty and noble, one that made people not want to get close.

This is probably it. This is probably the look on me that 'Brother' likes.

With a jolt, he lifted his head, and crashed into sheet of dark blue.

Slowly, Silver lifted his hand to touch his face, thinking that if someone likes it, he should like it too, as well as why was he ever so afraid of this form of his before? He thought it was clearly, without a doubt, a very pretty body, was it not? With his finger, he then traced over his lids where his 'Brother' always liked to place a gentle kiss. His hands then moved to his mouth, a place his 'Brother' said he likes when it overflows with his moaning. Then to his neck, where his 'Brother' said that only when it cоmes to him can anyone kiss that place unguarded. Then his chest, where his 'Brother' always liked to leaves trails of hickeys. Then to his nіpple, which his 'Brother' called his special privilege, that he always liked sυcking to the point where made him want to die. Then to his crotch, his bυtt-hоle, his...—it didn't matter which part it was because every single inch of him was a place his that man had treasured—especially his nіpples and his back hоle...

Want Me

A genuine fake.

_{No expression marred his face at times when he was alone, in all truth, and when he was with a crowd, the look on his face was just like it was now, indifferent and aloof. But because of how of how much time Silver had spent with that 'brother' of his, too much time one might argue, Silver always thought he had a wonderfully fresh face resembling the blossoms of spring, and a body so soft and supple it moulded to one's hands like putty.}What's more, it seems as though he may have faint traces of liking towards this kind 'brother' who pampers him, too.

Upon seeing this 'brother', whose gentle face was covered in pain, after blinking to make sure of it, Silver buried himself into that man's arm and pitifully let out his wails. It made the man jump, but it also lead to him being coaxed more carefully.

At some point during their encounter, Silver ended up fainting. Something like this such a rarity, in the two years since he had been there, it had only happened once after those first few times. Those were days where his 'brother' was always gentle, days when several people took turns with him, especially, was when that man would never treat him so roughly himself.

Should he be grateful? After all, if it wasn't for that body of his, he would've had no way to claim this gentle 'brother'.

Silver moved his lips, but said nothing. He then curled them upwards lightly in a smile, and just like that, the boy who was just as cold and desolate as the moon which shone brightly, had instantly becоme enchanting; and those eyes once filled with indifference were now filled with gentle charm.

On the third night, that man appeared again and had his way with Silver many times in a row with loud hoots and hollering. This behaviour of his had also seemed to have infected Silver, making him cry out loudly as well... but unlike that excited howler, Silver's cries were all driven by pain, not just from inside his heart, but from his body as well. This man was not like his 'brother', who would stоp to gently drop kisses on his eyes and face. Neither would he whisper sweet nothings to coax him into a state of relaxation so he could better "trouble" him and have more of his way. Instead, the one on tоp of him was no different than a wild beast in rυt, one which knew nothing of exhaustion as it kept ramming into him madly, and even if it did manage to touch his sensіtive spots, the pleasure Silver felt was dulled by the sheer pain.

"Brother..." Silver mumbled, his voice tinged with caution, fearing the sight before him would again be a dream.

_{Slowly, Silver lifted his hand to touch his face, thinking that if someone likes it, he should like it too, as well as why was he ever so afraid of this form of his before? He thought it was clearly, without a doubt, a very pretty body, was it not? With his finger, he then traced over his lids where his 'Brother' always liked to place a gentle kiss. His hands then moved to his mouth, a place his 'Brother' said he likes when it overflows with his moaning.}On the third night, that man appeared again and had his way with Silver many times in a row with loud hoots and hollering. This behaviour of his had also seemed to have infected Silver, making him cry out loudly as well... but unlike that excited howler, Silver's cries were all driven by pain, not just from inside his heart, but from his body as well. This man was not like his 'brother', who would stоp to gently drop kisses on his eyes and face. Neither would he whisper sweet nothings to coax him into a state of relaxation so he could better "trouble" him and have more of his way. Instead, the one on tоp of him was no different than a wild beast in rυt, one which knew nothing of exhaustion as it kept ramming into him madly, and even if it did manage to touch his sensіtive spots, the pleasure Silver felt was dulled by the sheer pain.

But after both shared a meaningful look with the other, that man who was rarely forceful, opened his mouth to refuse. "No."

This is probably it. This is probably the look on me that 'Brother' likes.

ooohhh.... []my favourite line is "I want you to kiss me, lіck me, squeeze me, sυck me... "

Now, so that little minx never dares to speak such incredibly cute, yet resoundingly obscеne words, he only wished to him hurt to the bone.

"Brother..." Silver mumbled, his voice tinged with caution, fearing the sight before him would again be a dream.

But what could he possibly do about this? All could do was stay in that tree-house. All he could do was cry out his brother's name. All he could do was hear about his brother's marriage from someone else's lips. There would really be a woman living with his 'brother' from then on... and in the future, his brother will probably never cоme there again. So his warmth, his vulgarity, his obscеne words, his raging hot dеsire... all of it would belong to that woman alone.

Should he be grateful? After all, if it wasn't for that body of his, he would've had no way to claim this gentle 'brother'.

That night, just like he had two years prior when his body was just developed by his 'brother', Silver had a restless night's sleep. But back then, the loneliness that afflicted him was purely physical, while now, it was an affliction of the heart.

This is probably it. This is probably the look on me that 'Brother' likes.

Should he be grateful? After all, if it wasn't for that body of his, he would've had no way to claim this gentle 'brother'.

What's more, it seems as though he may have faint traces of liking towards this kind 'brother' who pampers him, too.

Want Me

"Brother..." Silver mumbled, his voice tinged with caution, fearing the sight before him would again be a dream.

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So, wrapping his fingers around that man's clothes firmly,he tugged them desperately, while he pleaded with no intention of yielding. "No, cоme in! I need you to cоme inside me!" But that man's eyes only darkened before he moved to flip Silver onto the bed and pressed him down, clearly serious, as he turned his body away. "No."

Should he be grateful? After all, if it wasn't for that body of his, he would've had no way to claim this gentle 'brother'.

After crying for a while, Silver felt that snuggling in the arms of the one he liked was a feeling too good to be true. Being able to lie there, listening to that man's beating heart resound in his ear like a drum, was just such a good feeling, especially when he thought of how those beats mirrored his own. With these thoughts in mind, Silver found himself growing a bit excited, and that man who was originally looking at a teary-eyed Silver had begun to feel his heart pound with strong beats and making both hearts fall in sync.

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Now, so that little minx never dares to speak such incredibly cute, yet resoundingly obscеne words, he only wished to him hurt to the bone.

"Brother..." Silver mumbled, his voice tinged with caution, fearing the sight before him would again be a dream.

But after both shared a meaningful look with the other, that man who was rarely forceful, opened his mouth to refuse. "No."

This is probably it. This is probably the look on me that 'Brother' likes.

But this 'brother' before him had hummed in affirmation, and on that man's face was look of distress and sympathy. His heart truly was aching, because upon his entry, the first thing he would see was the little demon he had doted on for so long, lying on the bed, body blackened and bruised, like some broken doll someone abused. He, too, had done enough to also leave marks in the like, but despite that, the scene before him was still a ghastly sight. Seeing Silver's back hоle was tortured to the point were it bled, as a man who knew how boundless that little demon's appetite was for men, he couldn't even bring himself to imagine just how much pain Silver had felt. What's more, Silver was a person who liked keeping himself clean, so even if he was dead tired, he would still drag himself up to go wash himself off in the end. So one more thing he knew for certain just by looking at Silver's state, was that before he retuned there, Silver must've fainted.