Ks'me slammed short body screaming from the abrupt unexpected halt,the lithe shadow he mirrored, the energy trail of his slight partner , worst enemy and "punk" had cut his power,brutally, utterly unforgivable .Ki'me nearly fried them both but he reacted in time.Feeling dread like the kiss of static before the sonblade sliced through.He ground out his lunge.The huge male  scanned madly ,halting sloppily, but avoiding any contact with the much smaller male, who had, outrageously, paused to tourist in front of their exit port. Ultra sleek in the dim tunnel and shifting subdued hues that masked them, staring intently outwards,he was utterly vicious and badly damaged.Ki'me considered, the insane younger boi was also the visionary here,that's why he was lettin'  213845697credits walk and drift further up the Proper, their ----eyes intact!.The cloned mutey had barely  processed the ---- when I'ta coldly  "tagged' someone in the crowd of mostly pleasure drones. It had taken them 48 days to bribe their way into this artery of the Float where  expensive whole ass dwelt!
 Ks'me's senti- leathers hissed as they thickened, hardened and secreted ud(T) metal in sick swirls along the contacted points as he lunged back along the razorwall,super heated from their fucd too sudden  halt. He wondered if I'ta was phazing on him ?..he briefly considered breaking the fuc's neck right here  in the conduits compromised (K! It cost too) and illicitly camoed opening (it had cost the cold little bast'rd actual contact too!) So  what the K was....KI'me bellowed ,only  half prepared when Ita hit full afterburner, he was  going in like that?In!? Ks'me's now fully juiced up senses screamed, he tore into action. Mo's later Ki'me was arteries away bouncing off pulsing walls and  writhing cable in a barely controlled burn away when it  all----rigid The building was I.N.'senced. It was shutting,aborting down. The  F>E.A.R. was active, all conduits convulsing, tightning shut.No in, only the tide out  from this semi orgainic  multi dementional  laberinth.'This is cut! Fucking harsh! Ks'me was on the burn /slaughter out, he lived for this! he had regained his wave
     It'a had gone foreward as a feral, but sacred K! Full nuts phazed! Ks'me roared with laughter inside and sampled wildly, drones , clones ,stubbies, boi's everything , anything organic in his retreat through then across the conduit breaks for populated Properchannels. Homies and reals, he  ripped blood, all clean, and hi res in  his blade. in time he hit the street as a  wet flaming, smoking mass of live wire, organic and friction. the chance of getting a  person, a sama where dismal but all the DNA would give up genetic, anti bodies, bots, virus all they could sell, he could sell.I'ta had just declared independance and ks 'me was gonna risk it dry.The fuc was punk, burnt but also the bloodletting, full balls, K blessed  BEST. One could almost beleive his crazy tales of being born , not the farmed dry or cloned out dregs of ghetto ,pits or rocks. he could (most would be) solient, ks'me could be dining on him tonight.No other punked clones ever escaped the city when it was in a bitchy tight freak, full balls or not.ks'me saw the end coming and slid out like a first birth.All whole and perfect.The ghetto exits where choaked with the fight for the bloody abort of crushed  ---- that hadn't been prepared for the very rare full F.E.A.R. and many had been caught up in it.Their fellows sampled madly in the half liquid  wash and mass, risking, waiting for the last second ,ripping and gathering the compromised clots of sacrifical amputated semi-metals being  ejected  and the last ozzing weeps of crushed true organics before the flame cleaned and the Freeze of blow decontaminated exfoliated the protective skin between ghetto and the -----(between the merely animate and the in the animate)
   Ks'me's gore encrusted figure raised a cacophony of industrially filtered --- howls and screams when he returned , literally dripping with sucsess and still waiting on his punk! As one of the oldest he should have known better but it was I'ta who punked for him when he could whore in absolute luxury of clean and whole esp whole but that rikki tikki tavi quick bastard was insane toomuch brain no emotions to drain daddy gone 'tard of the highest order.So.
This would make them legend if the ks'me wasn't already for being the mostly whole, still clonable and the oldest ---- here.He was 17.Ancient and canny in ways that not many lived long enough to understand. the stories where told that night how he had called I'ta from k itself when it was time to be dined.It'ai was beyond all comprehention and a demon of the blackest order.They both ate kings! The ones present would never willingly forget this.The sacred taggers where already shaking the cans and the K was cooking goodgodgood in the Kit Chen Temple
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 I'ta barely registered what he was seeing but it inverted his blur vision instinctively and he slammed to a halt, Yes, it was him and It'a's skin crawled even more at a  further at the sight.Himself had what actually looked like a sib with he.The Princes, most clean and shiney walked amung us today
His bodymoved on its own. He had tagged the real him and burnt across the Properchannel to scoop up the sib, taking the decoy, it had looked delish in the blur,
.As expected, Ks'me stuck to trad and was trying to  avoid all contact with the younger so evilly skilled and dangerously  appointed and phased out male. Smart! Ita had switched their collars years ago, the day Ki'me tried to use his right as hunter and breaks his punks neck to harvest his now paralyzed body was the day Ks'me blew his own k blessed jaw off and Ita used the guy's throat as a toilet so he'd have some protein on hand ?No just because.! That rather kind, in his eyes, plan suddenly repulsed him, something was surfacing  in him  again.He needed to regroup.
 The creamy skinned form in his arms was passive and very quiet.Actually it was clinging usefully to his torso.Did it imagine a molestation? A mere ripping,a  light harvest? Probably. Ita surprised himself by imagining further,what if it was so clean it didn't know it was harvest-able? His senses swam briefly at the thought. He used a rusty ability and laughed out loud when FEAR hit.
Ks'me was surfing ahead of FEAR.He loved any rare It'a based excuse to freely  harvest.
It'ai paused in the midst of a  solid enough rare large green organic and turned to the bundle on his chest.He'd been out maneuvered, by this? Tsk. As expected the thing had only rudimentary features, a meat puppet,to be given as a consolation prize to any successful enough to grab at  a prince. It'a dropped it  but it clung, he reached down and broke its finger-, careful not to make it bleed externally. It would probably explode in a viral cloud. Some of the most successful hunters where seduced  when such clean DNA and freshest meat was presented in such an appealing package. He wondered briefly what was in it for the puppet but it was probably was newly decanted only one or two though it looked, old reconing, twelve or so by its bone growth. It's collar began to glow,it was moments from some  death, a K cursed waste but I'ai was already further along  Properchannels.He had sampled some saliva with its bio-active 'came on', It'a was immune but it could be useful.It alone was worth the trip but he didn't even consider going back. He shivered with excitement, feeling so alive he nearly screamed with it!

Pressing on, passing in blur as a Rennacop , leaving behind the controlled panic of outer Float and pushing inwards towards Reality in the blur that he and some others could give off  which confounded and  bypassed all full and semi organics. He'd grabbed and released the puppet to startle the Himself. It would be circling home (he would) and would need to be sure it was actually not compromised further then a near miss and a lost puppet. It'a knew, somehow, only solid mechanicals could not be organically confounded by an outsider. His face spasmed oddly as he went towards the only all metal exit from  outer  Fantasy to the  elite enclave levels up and inward .I'ta knew about it. It led to Truth.  He'd wait for Himself there.
 It'a  was in blur and inside waiting, a hungry feral power who wanted. He  wanted what Himself had, he'd find it and take it and make it his, he was no one's shadow! No one's puppet or ..  but something was missing, it's absence burnt inside him more powerfully with each passing season, he'd seen glimpses of it, heard it felt it, longed for . The pain of it's absence was what drove him on.

Truth, he'd dreamed of it.He remembered snearing at elders who argued, that if it even existed ,thus for it had remained inviolable and unseen from the outside for generations. With this last bit, It'a agreed .He himself had survived for three gens, he was an elder with all possible teeth , almost a complete 'dult! He was fifteen .he credited the visions he had with that longevity. Dreams he remembered  along with first runs of of his groups Rock home , he had been found a full warrior of seven by the first Kis'me, the gen  before Ki'me. They had had an agreement and when Ki'me and been decanted Kis'me had been given to the feast by his own will and I'ai's hand.That changed It'a  heavily, his powers grew much stronger after he emerged from the resulting "phase" that had never been thought of he never talked and grew utterly strange to the others and himself.
 It'ai had phased heavily for the first time. and after that he never did partake prefurring to hunt the whiley feral four legs and eat the boneless organics that grew from rot that only the poorest or most devout ate (to be closer to K.) or used  as medicine.
He was powerful enough to get away with it, sending dozens who objected to the feast every day before Ki'se collared him and Ita had his vision to add to Ki'me's inhertited knowlege .Ki'me had shared freely to get under, get inside the heavenly It'a's pale luminous skin .He hadn't managed it for some couple dozen seasons now.Of all in their Rock, they where the most powerful by far and almost the oldest, most going to the feast by the age of twenty seasons or in old reckoning five. .) jan 10 2009.

  So I'm gonna try again, have about fourty fics to post.Wish me well.

ph   Hello,that wasn't too fast was it  ?
 
  Enough B.S. Here's is the first fic, they will be added by the months they where written roughly ( the first chaps anyway). First time typing this much so expect mucho annoying typo's, if they pass the spell check.
This was a response to a challenge for a non con jail fic.In this first one no one no one consents. Totally nonviolent AU, Eventual, next chap. Uchihacest,  Sasuke//Kisame//Naruto.
  I am an idiot but my first post dosen't have any decent 'cest in it! How odd. How annoying.Sorry.Sorry.There's more to this.


        #1 of five jail fics.Sasuke goes to jail and Itachi goes to town on their enemies and anyone else one stands in his way including his brother.Incestuous contact,ass whoreship,frottage,masturbation,head,mauling.Sasuke doms in a clueless way.
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  Key was going out of his mind, same four walls grey, ceiling greyer, floor greyest, cellmate, no grey matter at all. He was in hell, he was in prison, in a horrible orange jumpsuit and plastic runing shoes. He had only one thing to be pleased about ,after working out for as many hours as he could (thank gods for tai chi and yoga),his katas didn't take up much room and he wouldn't look like a cartoon or in anyway similar to the wanna be muscle heads strutting around. Key, true to his feline looks and nature, padded and wove through people like fog and not many had time to focus on his truly lovely and ultimately fuckable form. In fact he had been brought in alone. Left to shower (with nit shampoo) alone and was put in a four man cell at the very end of his range alone, at first. Alone with Naruto, that was his real (civilian) name but that was an outside thing and mattered for shit here in hell. Key  practically scampered into his cell, he hated passing the two empty ones before he hit the Foxe's cell the whole walk here was a trip.
  He slid and slunk through the crowds of loud bragging boys and men or worse past the tables of large solidly built deadly quiet men who looked hard enough to fuck him and eat him but his beauty ,grace and healthy glow made him a little god in this place full of broken, unhappy, unhealthy men.They  would not tarnish him. Nor allow it to come to pass in their spaces.These men where sexual and physical straights and would see outside soon enough,yeah,soon enough .
 Key, in trying to pass the pro's unnoticed just made himself more noticeable (they had many skills too, these where the true pros).He caught their eye with his shiney blue/black hair  that fell in daggers around his finely bred face, his large tilted midnight eyes that had thick lashes like a little boyand mostof all his body was tall and strong and he walked with the grace that spoke of life long training. So when hanging his hair in his eyes and propping himself alone against some solid object to be a part of the scenery, well, it just made him more provocative not unnoticable.To some the quiet low voice he used made them want to lean closer to hear that pretty growl sink into their skin.
  In fact skin started a game amongst all who could (not that there were many). It was not impossible to shock him. His eyes would widen, his cheeks would flush and his lips, chapped yet cherry red from nervous chewing would open enough to see his sharp pearly teeth and ( to some,) suculant little pink tougue.These sights where the prize. How a sixteen year old beauty queen got into this zoo was a total "mystery", no one believed he did anything, fuck, even on the out side all that would be required of him to be protected and guarded jealously was to breathe, so many (kindly) ignored him for that reason. He must have been set up. Fuckin' shame, fine boy! These kept the minor but over large newbies from even breathing the same air as the boy. He was special for another reason too and something special was to come from his stay to another group, these where mostly lifers (so, respect).This something special and something half of the other lifers would kill to see let alone take part in. It was in the air like a high pitched vibration, jangling nerves or calming those waiting for that nonsound. There had only once been anything like him here before, that fact and memory keep many independants and other tribes from his throat. That memory of fire extinguished in blood was never referred to during the day and choked out in whispers only in dreams at night.It was the nostelgia of harm he carried with him.
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  He kept his trips to his cell/anywhere low key'cause knowledge of martial arts (even his) was, almost, useless in here for anything major. That, being the newbie rape.It often happened with at least five participants, usually in a covering crowd of on lookers and blocks, they even had to pay, some ,to be close and watch, the others who couldn't or didn't care turned their backs and ran interference with the guards who where payed to be half awake.
  He had been here for three weeks, two in the hole because he broke a guys arm, in the shower. Bad sexual manners..... first shower, the last shower .Two weeks in the hole, he could, yes, he would kill for an uneventfull shower.

  He sighed and backed into his customed kip,a latticed cage of a  bunk, to keep others out in his case,with a thumb print activated lock on the inside. In all ways 'Key's' treatment, roommate and fate where beyond the dreams of most inmates. He was a walking talking dream with a very special fate that would make a "chosen few's " dreams come true and this would affect many others hence his tag, Key. Only one beyond all jails and justice had the right and power to place him here.........
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  Besides his incredable luck at ending up in solitary (for Foxe had been ,erm, detained elsewhere at first), he found for some reason that he slept very deeply in his spacious two men in a four man cell (rather than five in a four,one on the floor). He remembered his brother saying it would all work out, just stay quiet, there would be no conviction, as soon as he found out (read dealt with) who was behind this Sasuke and himself would vacation for a year, a sailboat, islands, clean white sand. For once Sasuke was greatfull for Itachi , his Niisans way with words and big connections in not polite at all society. He wanted vengance for Neji, for their dead dreams, so new . Shit, how did this happen, he was blurry about the congical visits by Kabuto, that medical menace and (odd shivers) Gaara who's visit was a total black out but he had been boneless and strangely calm while allowing the Foxe to carry him back to their cell. Ki'same's hatchet face leading and parting the crowd like a shark cruising a coral reel, the clans,gangs and independents frightened or respectful yet all facinated fish who schooled in the space left in their wake to glimpse the pale treasure in hand. Far beyond their reach. Yet for the most dangerous, who rarely left their private lagoons, they wouldn't even deliberately glance at those dark eyes.The boy reeked of blood and power, only a shadow of the real thing but he was yonge and they didn't want to see the red  that would some day, most stopped, not even finishing the thought.


  Key had been arrested at school in Switzerland and had ended up in jail in northern Canada of all places.Nothing but forest for hundreds of miles. His shock at Itachi's silent summons (and his immediate response! ), the sudden actions taken on his body (and in it,in him, wtf!) all courtroom machinations and Sasuke's disapearence while in custody and surfacing in the penetentary system where mysterious and frightening. Yet as safe to himself as being in Itachi's custody while free. He was not sure whether this was good or bad but like (almost) any of Itachi's plans, it would inevitablely succeed but this was surreal and the actions made him tremble with rage and fear. He still felt Itachi's arms around him, he felt fine physicaly but  mentally tramatised. He swiped at the ghostly touch and could just see Itachi's brow go up and feel teasing words murmering in his ear at his rejection, he would be given space but they would return, soon, today in five minutes, later, during the night. That was a threat. He groaned at his distracted mind, the grey surroundings, he winced at the greasy feel of his hair as he dragged his fingers through the limp mess and smelt his all round unhygenic state. Fucking Itachi!

  Key scrambled into his cell and whipped around, a shank in his finger tips ready to fly. A growl, some snapping noises and a scream later told him that The Foxe had caught those guys in his territory (last three cells definetly but even coming up the stairs to this range  with no 'business''was a risk,especially with Key there). He slid himself out of the jumpsuit and then himself back under the bunk and pulled the screen around his bunk and locked it.
  The Foxe popped his blond head around the corner,cautiously, the Uchiha kid was rightfully jumpy and mindbendingly fast!
  "Calm down love, it's just me." He went back into the hallway and returned with Key's meal on a tray."Come on dear, ya gotta eat up,no food tomorrow,it's mail!" The man's oddly maturnal speech pattern's when dealing with him (He did it to protect  Key from his rough tongue and it made him happy to have the kid around) clashed spectacularly with his rough broken whiskey voice. Key peered at him from behind his fence, his astonishingly good looks and yonge age made him slightly difficult to protect. Key thought the Foxe was doing his best, in here less then one month and there where thirty-six wanna-hits . Key broke a nail and eight  other's arms. He learned after the first time not to ask the Daf'x(as naruto Foxe's handle went) how many had tried for him and paid the ultimate price, the man was a demon. All sunshine smiles, golden boy looks but he would probably never leave these places with his violent domanering manner. He would be denied nothing.
  This was the person Itachi had protecting him. After this week he stopped wondering if the price was his body. Foxe watched the boy fall into himself again.The large tanned man took the opportunity to check the boy out. Sixteen if a day, maybe less. His back was against the wall, his position pulling his shirt tight to show a fighters physic, the kind that makes it look effortless not his own brutal mashing. Key's knees had been drawn up towards his chest but had now fallen apart cut off shorts riding up ,a crude bulb casting high lights on his creamy, blemish free, 'gods he didn't even seem to have any hair' skin. Those legs where sculpted and long and the Foxe could imagine them, silky hot, hard and  wrapped around, on, oh so many parts of himself. Keys milky pale arms where steely and lengthy and where flat muscels curved. Long elegant fingers were worked and bred to a hard fineness like the lines of a racing greyhound or a thoroughbred. He was simply breath taking but when you add that fuck me now face, black, insane deep black eyes. Gods! He hadda stop. Bussines. Nope. I'll look at the mouth later. No being greedy. The Foxe had finally learnt patience but only in this one case,'cause this was a once in a life time catch, he wanted this boy to want him, to trust him, he could make a mint off the kid and not a hair would be harmed. Oh yeah, Uchiha Itachi was his brother, if it wasn't for the warden and the whole  population knew "that" the kid could stroll naked and still have all the space and respect in the world. For the red eyed man walked through walls and killed you in your dreams, dead. Straight up! He looked around suspiciously. His guess was some heat  was on and this was the safest place for the boy. And so it was.
  "Come on love, dinner,  then shower". Key pulled himself together and hit the touch pad with his thumb.Shortly  Daf'x took took three thugs, one screw(guard) and K'Same who was a sempai of sorts and was the same to The Fanboy (Uchiha sama, Itachi san, the man himself) hence their currant situation on their mission. With looks of gentle wonder on their faces the huge men and the tall slender screw wandered pellmell behind the stripping youth who at that moment cared for nothing but shower, shower, shower. He was in a pleasent daze and the thugs slunk behind to stash the discarded clothes, now a very viable sourse of income. They scored big on this...just how small could they cut them up and still make them worth enough. The only screw who answered to that name gave them a dry look and assigned them the corrodors entrance to guard, no sight seeing for greedy stupid men but they cared for drugs not flesh. The guard watched the youth sway out of sight into the desserted shower room and wondered if Foxe planned it that way. The Screw took the only other way into the corrodor, a small hall,then a  fire exited welded shut, his tired eyes met blinding blue eyes that winked and nodded at the rounded mirror placed in the high corner to prevent ambushes during break outs , it also gave a clear veiw of the showers if you knew how to look. He sighed, rolled his eyes and disreguarding all rules had a smoke nodding the giant hatchet faced man over for a smoking buddy. The shunned thug turned his back to the shower room and the mirror and began whistling a wierd syncopated tune.
  Foxe turned his back to his charge, giving him his fifteen minutes of hot. then he heard a bump and groan, shit ,the kid was getting dozy too soon.
  "Key"? he heard nothing,he glanced over his shoulder and got hard as a rock. The boy was holding onto the showerhead swaying and blinking his ebon eyes .They gleamed between generously spiked lashes, marked, exotic ,like a feral hunting cats newly active and over whelmed kitten.
  "Come on love, you gotta lie down, something musta been off with the food, stupid sucking bastards donna get howda..."
  "Foxe",the boys hand slipped. Foxe bit his tonge but good and slid up behind the Key  and wrapping an arm around his chest to steady him was more than surprised when the Key, the boy, the Uchiha (shit,shit,shit) turned in his arms and leant his head on the taller and much more massive mans curved shoulder."Warm, it was cold, dirty...I can't finish, gotta, clean, finish" the boy ended in a low hiss. The boys husky murmur sent gusts of warm air over foxe's pecs and his nipples went rock hard. Did he want him to...?"F,Foxe ,fini,dirty" the boy was speaking right on his now soaked chest.
 "Okay love, okay" his voice shook, "We'll fix you up".
 "Hey you mugs,who's up"?
The giant hatchet faced man, with blue tatoos on each high cheekbone stepped sideways through the door. "He's passing out, I gotta clean him up. "How much did you say I owed you"?
 "Three hun, nothing Daf'x kun". His gravely voice was cheerful. Foxe nodded
 "Gently,you wash I'll hold"
 "But"
 "Okay,okay no funny stuff".The other man was unperturbed,he knew Daf'x wasn't talking to him.
 "Just" Foxe gestured to his bulging package."Hurry,I gotta get back to the office".his voice fading as he layed hands on the boys bare supple skin.Kisame snorted, the large scared man peeled the boxers off the boy ("Too modest") and took the kids body wash and with astonishing gentleness and sure hands slid and rubbed the Key clean with a rough cloth buffing him to a rosey pink, the kid gave way and ended up with legs splayed,weight on Foxe's thigh,head lolled back on his shoulder.'same threw his now soaking shirt on the floor and panting said-
 "It's too much, I'll hold, you do". Foxe nodded after a second, he had kept his eyes shut.
 "Did you everything but the cock, sweet Mother, great Goddess he has the tightest, hairless little pink balls an' ".
 "Hey,turn 'im 'roun' "
   'same lifted the boy onto his thigh and held him up by the shoulder and head but the Key was having none of that and he slid his arms up the big mans shoulders and collapsed his torso onto the heavily built mans shark tatooed and scared chest.
  "Krist, he is beautiful" Foxe said critically,"an'  he looks good against you, you show him off well, yur so dark , marked or  he's the whitest human I've ever seen, he shines, flawless." His voice trailed off as he considered something and he washed deftly."Almost finished, might as well prep the ",he waved upwards. The bigger man grabbed the kids hips and pulled him onto his chest. Foxe did the Key's back and did his hair with something honey smelling then he told' hatchet face '(after a habit of K'same's) to spread him. 'same put his arm under the boys thigh and lent back , the boy spread around his waist with a big hand cupping his thigh and Foxe cleaned him up well, Key was awake enough through this to semi -support himself on 'same's shoulders. All the handling and soft voices ,the careful cleaning of his ass that he probably hadn't had since he was a baby made him come to , he felt so relaxed, no pain all good.  'same heard the kid murmur.
  "Whats motto"?Foxe, blonde hair sticking to his now ruddy face was still hypnoticly rubbing a protective cream all around that tight rosey little hole when 'hatchet' felt a nudge on his torso and the boy shivered and moaned ,Foxe went still and flushed red.
"Is he"
"Yeah"
They where both whispering.
"I gotta work this cream in , what I don't see I don't see". To Key it felt like the most wonderful dream, he was lifted and stroked through warm clouds, voices praising him, he sqirmed as his ass was washed but by the time he was hoisted in the air there was some more serious stimulation of his ass going on.
 "No,nn,n,no,oh no" the big man stammered, for once off his mark.
Kisame wasn't a homosexual but this was a beauty, who cared this minute about plumbing , he was like some incredable third sex, he now shifted the pale unmarked body to lay across his upper chest, one knee guided onto his shoulder, the other curled around his arm, his body cradled so Foxe could prep him up for the mail run. He would be ripped up dead if it wasn't done right. Total waste of a virgin. He didn't understand it at all, by now he was breathing on and dragging his nose over and under the boys cock, the kid stretched and slid and wrapped his arms around the big mans awesome bicept and pillowed his head there, pulsing around this giant who gave him so much heat. He hissed , flexed his thighs and thrust his pretty cock at the man's scared but generous mouth, Foxe was packed in to the second knuckle, one finger, he had big hands.
 "Let that soak in, lets see what he tightens to" he said. He kept his finger in that exquisete ,cream packed heat , he petted and pushed so slowly ,moving and twisting in to awaken that tender skin to the fact company was coming and it didn't hurt. He avoided the boys postate all together, this wasn't sex it was worship cause he was in a deadly pleasure, praying as hard for control as he could but like the other man he was falling under the boys spell and just wanted to move!
  "same swollowed the boys balls washing them like a mother cat, Key canted and thrust away accidently (on his part) onto the (now two) fingers, that woke him up a bit more. Hatchet was in seventh heaven, this gorgeous creature was wrapped around him like a bitchen snake!
  "Motto,motto ani.." his voice drown in a huge gasp as "same figured out what motto meant, he swallowed the boys cock fully, he swayed the cock back and forth across his (sweet) rough tongue just with suction.The boy went into a rythmic undulation, another quicker push/ pull had him snapped tight around "same's chest and arms like a boa, 'same started playing him like a flute, after five minutes the boy was all but  crying with sensation.
  Foxe was flabbergasted, he had never seen anything like it in his life. All of a sudden he shot his load, the sights,the pressure from the kids ass and his own hand down his pants made him curl his fingers too hard and too far. The kid howled like a scalded cat. From the inner flesh showing at the opening and closing of Key's now shiney rosy asshole(that he had a great veiw of being on the floor a breathless happy mess)the kid was coming and hard too. What he wouldn't pay to have that on tape. "same topped the deal by wrapping his hand under Keys hip and half way up over the Keys glorious ass , slid a big long finger into that red ,inside the boy , lifted him tight and drank him down.The kid actually seemed to peak again cryin' out in rapture and loss, now pressing down on the mans shoulder and head while scrambling up towards the ceiling like he was going to heaven, they expected him, right now! His sighs and dry sobs where angelic. No! It was all his, even hatchet never got to see all that.
  Foxe knew the kid was done in, for now. "Same let him down,slowly. The boy was concious now but he was blinking and not quite there, his long legs swung across "same's massive trapped erection, next he lowered the kid by his underarms. Keys oversensitive flesh was nipped and pulled by the mans wet jeans,he grabbed onto the nearest said thing ,'same's hips ,and writhed free to his knees.He swung his head in a no,no,no, motion across 'same's crotch. "same was startled and had to stagger so he wouldn't fall. It worked until the kid bumped his face into the bulge of his cock and he bit the trapped head. "same hit the ground roaring and coming as the boy kept butting him and gave him a few more bites. He didn't like the cold floor apparently, and crawled onto the big man's bucking heat. "same grabbed his hips and his final bucks screwed up into the kids sensitized ass. Key grabbed onto his own hair and pulled,his back arched and  he screamed like a panther's cub, wildly backhanding Foxe in the face as he went to silence the boy. They all lay there panting and dazed. The screw came in, too much noise.
  "What the hell"!! He froze.
  "We slipped" said Daf'x`flatly
Well, there where two fully grown men, mostly dressed and wet under one sleepy looking boy. Damned if they didn't .
  "Get out"  he hissed, still that noise! Foxe (Daf'x) whistled and two new thugs, eyes eating the boy up, raised eye brows and showed teeth but said nothing at the incongruous picture of two dressed bros under one pretty little punk.
 "Guess they fell for you eh kid?" One patted him behind the ear. He was quickly wrapped in huge towels and hustled (well maybe a little longer)  to his cage. They carefully put him in non regulation silk P.J.'s and pulled the curtain around the boy who snuggled into a feather quilt feeling fine without a care in the world (well his ass felt full but in a goood way). Ten minutes later was lock down. First time in months Daf'x missed office hours .He thought of something else he hadn't done in a long time.
"Hey kid"
 "Nhh"?
"Pull your pants to the side so I can draw your hip"."Set" he asked casually.
"Nhn hnm"
  Foxe opened the curtain.
"Lazy brat" he said in complete satisfaction. The Key had simply tugged his shirt up and his pants half down showing the tops of snowy hills of flesh, gleaming in the half light like an angel. Foxe wanted to do more, he picked up his pad, turned it to the cardboard back and started to sketch.
Key was staring at the wall but once he heard the scratching of pencil on paper he went back to his dreamy half world, reliving his memories of being a snake moving to a wierd syncopated beat.
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 chap 1 (a one off at first) Started in 2004,Final Edit Oct 17/23 2006.   Post Oct 23,2006.    -blisblop  Owari
                                                                          Next final edit March 20, 2007 btw Pouge mahonne ! For all you Non Irish, for my peeps Erin Goh Bly! (did that phonetically, can ya tell)

I figured it out,I think,how to use this monstrosity,journal,thingy from hell um ,wonderful free thing.
                                          Helloooooooo Myk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    So,I am gonna type up a fic for review,chewing and clawing purposes for all you Toms and Queens.
This is going to take  long time,To figure this out........
         So,have at me guys,after all my reviews I hope I don't get mauled too badly.
    -blisblop