Categories > Original > Erotica > Over
Over
Lyrics by Evans Blue
WARNING:
This is me ranting again, this story was literally pulled out of my ass. Well, okay, not literally.
But on to the point, this story contains incest, sex, yaoi, more sex, yaoi, MORE SEX, and more incest. If this does not appeal to you at all, DO NOT READ.
I REPEAT, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF YAOI, INCEST, AND MORE YAOI.
Other then that…uhm, enjoy.
It starts off with Toran’s POV.
Toran’s POV:
Television was no longer doing me any good. As I flipped through channels, I heard the loud boom of thunder crash over my roof. I glanced at the window, rolling my eyes at the sight of dark, thick clouds fogging up the view. Today was no good, neither was my mood.
I stood up, padding off my jeans before heading to the kitchen, where I prepared myself a bowl of cereal. As I gulped that down, the phone rang abruptly, this annoyed me slightly. But talking to somebody actually sounded okay today.
“Hello,” I answer between chomps.
“Hey, Toran,” it was Zak, and he didn’t sound too pleased. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Alright,” I didn’t like the conversation already. “What is it?”
“It’s Geta,” Zak replied almost angrily, “I just got a call from Rai, and I guess Geta hasn’t been home recently, but he told him that he was staying over at my place.”
“Geta said that?” I asked, setting the bowl down on the counter.
“Yeah, Dad—err…Toran.” Zak stammered, making me smirk in pride. But I chose not to pry at him about it.
“Yeah, and get this. I found this flyer in his pocket—“
“What were you doing in your brother’s pocket?”
“Will you just shut up? Like I was saying…It’s for the strip club called Claws Pole on the other side of town.” Zak stated, making my eyebrows rise in interest.
“What would he be doing there?” I questioned, thinking of the possibilities of this situation. Could he be cheating? Could he be having problems with Rai?
“I don’t know, but he’s not here or at Rai’s,” he paused, making me squint in suspicion. “Could you go check if he’s there?”
“Why can’t you do it?”
“Toran, I have too much to do today. I just need you to see if he’s there. If he is, just bring him back here, give me a call or something.”
I hesitated, biting my bottom lip in distress. It is something to do. “Alright, I’ll call you if I find him.” I sighed.
“Thank you. I’ll talk to you then.” He said, and hung up.
I put the phone down, and I set it back onto the receiver, then I sat down at the table, holding my face with my hands. I couldn’t help but feel slightly worried about Geta. I knew he had more sense than to do something extremely stupid, and he wasn’t the kind of fellow to be unfaithful, at least, he didn’t come off as so.
But why else would he be there? I didn’t know he was the type to like stripping either. But maybe there was more to my son that I knew. I wasn’t ever exactly there for him, or was I ever around. And when I was he was always apprehensive and cautious at all moments. He couldn’t trust me, and since he’s talking to me that’s the closest I’m ever going to get. Which is enough for me, as long as it means he’s not afraid of me.
I stood up, pulled on my jacket, and slipped my cigarettes in the pocket. I checked for my keys, making sure I had them. And then I walked out into the rain, into my car and down the road I went.
There was a lot more traffic then usual. Driving was pointless for me. But in order to stay here I’d have to blend in as much as possible. No blowing up random objects or killing the unworthy. It wasn’t legal, or moral I suppose. So in order to live here, I had to abide by the law.
I found myself on a dark, foggy street, the only visible thing was these bright pink neon lights reading Claw’s Pole in big cursive letters. I pulled up, parking on the side. I glanced around before getting out, trying to look as casual as possible.
When I entered the building shooting lights scattered around me. People jumped and banged their heads, the smell of sweat and alcohol strong and musty. I coughed, shoving my way threw the crowd of people, my ass grabbed and touched countless of times. I’ve never seen so much drag queens in my life, and I wasn’t really planning on it.
The real question was: Why was Geta here in the first place? I knew he was gay, but this was going a bit far on his behalf. Maybe he wasn’t even part of this crowd, maybe he was on the other side of the room, at the bar, he couldn’t be dancing with these lunatics.
I was in mere disbelief. A part of me didn’t want to find Geta here. I was hoping that maybe he just came across that flyer somewhere on the side of the road or something. Maybe he was going to throw it away, but never got to it.
Suddenly, red and pink lights streaked all across the room, people cheering and crying out, holding up their hands in joy. I tried helplessly to see what was going on, only to be pushed by the crowd of people who were desperately trying to get to the front of the room.
“Hey! Watch it!” I shouted, being pushed up against the stage. I glimpsed around hastily, looking for an escape. This was like a fucking prison, a prison full of drag queens! I couldn’t take the cheap perfume and ratty weeves much longer.
“Hey, how’re ya’ll doin’ tonight?” a loud voice asked, and everyone cheered. “I know what you’ve all been waiting for!”
I scrambled, pushing a path through bodies among bodies.
“Are you ready to get all hot and bothered?”
The further away I got, the more the people pushed and cheered, and I found myself trapped by a group of freaks who stared up and had their hands raised.
“I present to you...!”
I looked towards the stage, the bright lights blinding, and smoke rolling in from the sides. I blinked rapidly, feeling like I was about to have a seizure.
“Harley Carson!”
A figure stood at the back of the stage, the form appearing to be a man. Music began to pound deep into my head. I winced, trying to see the stage. The man stepped closer to the crowd, his face covered by his hat which loomed over his feminine jaw structure.
You better crawl on your knees
the next time you say that you love me
He moved down, throwing his hips around the pole, spinning and leaning back. I found myself mesmerized by his body. Flawless, lean, thin, slender.
Fall on your knees, because this time I won't be so kind
Can't you see that this is life and life is killing me
He removed the hat, tossing it across the room. My eyes widened in shock. His ears were pointed, his hair blonde, his eyes a deep violet. It was Geta.
Is it yours? Is it mine?
Our sky fell down tonight, to wash away our pain
I was too shocked to move, to speak. He moved down to his knees, flipping his wet hair back and trialing his fingertips along his neck. People reached for him, marveled him. My heart pounded, this wasn’t right of me to be marveling my son’s body like this. But my eyes were glued all over him.
Tell me, over and over and over and over and over again
It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in
Hands touched him, yet his face was so blissful, so elegant. Those hands, traveling all over his body, touching him, feeling him, tasting him. I wanted to reach, grab him, pull him to me, and take him on the spot. Everything was burning, my ears, my mouth, my erection.
Show me, over and over and over and over and over again
It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in
A hand gripped his arm, yanking him forward. My heart jumped, his expression switching from bliss to shock. Soon there was more then just one hand. It seemed like millions, filthy, disgusting hands, all over my son. They pulled him down into them, the cheering growing louder by the second. My heart pounded, anger rising hastily. I tore into the crowd, throwing them to the side.
The music had stopped and I saw body guards rush in. I had to get to him before they did. I had to get to my son. I spotted him, his body almost stripped down almost completely. Those infernal hands, I couldn’t bare this. I grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him into my chest. He wasn’t struggling, his eyes were lazy and dark. I darted through the horde, slamming the door behind me.
I led Geta to the car, opening the door for him, and helping him sit in the passenger seat. I leaped into the front seat, putting it into drive and hitting the gas.
When we arrived to my house, I looked over at Geta, who was barely conscious. I wanted to yell at him, scream at him, and hit him. But I had no right to tell him of right and wrong, and I knew that. He was a grown man. He wasn’t a kid anymore.
“Geta,” I patted him on the cheek, “Get up.” I ordered softly.
He looked at me, his eyes blood shot and foggy. He was drunk, figured, and being yanked off stage like that couldn’t have helped. I got out of the car, opened his door, and wrapped my arm underneath his legs. He instantly hugged my neck, letting me pick him up into my arms. I smirked slightly, but shook it off as I kicked the car door shut.
I brought him into the house, immediately going to my bedroom and laying him down on the warm comforter. He smiled, and giggled, curling up his legs. I was disturbed, seeing my son like this wasn’t one of my goals in life. I never thought I would, Geta always came off as the person to make responsible decisions. He was very independent, intelligent, and seemed to always be somewhat happy. But now, he was a drunken mess, laying on my bed, half naked.
I sighed, walking to my dresser, where I grabbed a soft, blue “muscle” shirt and some sweat pants. There were the only things I could think of that would actually fit him. He was a lot smaller than I, not that I was fat, just a lot more muscular.
I set the clothes on the nightstand, then I patted him on the cheek again, “Geta, I’m going to get you dressed, alright?” I whispered, and he opened his eyes, gazing up at me. “Alright?” I repeated, finding it hard to move my hand from his soft cheek. He seemed to comprehend what I was saying, nodding and smiling dumbly.
I sat him up, pulling off the strapped, black latex, which was torn up the seam. I noticed the little scars on his stomach, those scars that made me remember what I had done to him so long ago.
I slipped on the shirt, laying him back down slowly. I then slipped off the mini shorts he was wearing; I guess he decided to go commando today.
I then slipped on the sweats, realizing they were a little too loose around his hips. Those small, frail hips. His small frame underneath my fingertips, his beautiful face that resembled his mother. I reached down and touched his face, brushing his damp bangs from his face. He looked at me, smiling dimly.
“Daddy,” he whispered. My face growing a bright red, “I love you Daddy.” He opened up his arms, wrapping them around my neck. I instantly pushed him back down, holding him in place. I stared down at him, shocked. He must’ve been more out of it then I had expected.
The last time Geta referred to me as, “Daddy” or even “Father” was when he was a small boy. Before everything crashed down around us. After that all he ever called me was by my name, showing me is disrespect he felt towards me. Even though everything was forgiven, he still couldn’t come to himself to actually treat me as his father again.
“You need rest,” I stuttered, pulling the blanket over him. I quickly left the room, closing the door quietly behind me. My feet shuffled as I made my way to the couch where I plopped my rear down in relief. I knew how I was feeling wasn’t right, especially since it was with my son.
What I had done to him before shouldn’t effect the way I think now. I thought I was over everything that had happened; I thought I had changed for the better for real this time. But this temptation bottling up again, burning up within my heart…it killed to resist.
I grabbed my forehead, leaning back, attempting to relax. I didn’t like how hard it was to resist walking back in there and just forcing myself upon him. It wouldn’t even have to be sex, just a teaser, a few kisses, licking, biting, make him whimper a little. Then I could just leave and still feel satisfied.
What am I thinking; this is my own son. What happened before shouldn’t affect me now.
I sighed, closing my eyes in shame. I wanted my own son. This is what I was before. This is the person that I truly was.
“Are you mad at me?”
His voice startled me; I quickly stood up and looked at him. His hair was messy, and his lips were slightly parted. “Geta,” I said, “Go lay back down.” I ordered, but he remained standing where he was.
He took a step forward, beginning to walk around the couch, “Stop,” I demanded, backing up a bit. He took yet another step, this time followed by some more of them. Then I was cornered by his seductive eyes; his hands traveled on my chest, and wrapped around my neck. I let out a trembling sigh before he leaned on me and made me trip and fall to the floor.
“You’re so warm.” He smirked, pulling up my shirt.
“No, this is wrong.” I protested, not able to resist him. He giggled, trailing kisses up my stomach. My eyes widened; the feeling of his warm tongue traveling up my skin, I couldn’t take it. I needed him, and my erection made that clear.
“Geta,” I trembled, “S-Stop it, we can’t.” He laughed again, moving up to my face.
“If you really don’t want to do this… how’s about you stop me.” He insisted darkly, smirking at my unpleasant jolt of shock. He smiled, baring his white, straight teeth. His hair clung to his skin, wet and sticky. I bit my lip; why couldn’t I stop him? I could easily throw him off of me, I could beat the shit out of him. I couldn’t resist him. Which also meant… he might’ve not been able to resist me neither.
I couldn’t be the one being dominated.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, crashing my lips against his furiously. Hearing him whimper in shock amused me, causing me to take it another step further. I sat up, still kissing him ferociously, and I threw him down onto his back. I quickly swung my leg over him, pinning him underneath me. I loved that surprised expression he wore. Now I had his attention, now maybe he’d stop with this… this sudden interesting act.
Okay, he’s got it. Get off of him.
I just stared down at him, his lips looking so inviting, so soft.
Lyrics by Evans Blue
WARNING:
This is me ranting again, this story was literally pulled out of my ass. Well, okay, not literally.
But on to the point, this story contains incest, sex, yaoi, more sex, yaoi, MORE SEX, and more incest. If this does not appeal to you at all, DO NOT READ.
I REPEAT, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF YAOI, INCEST, AND MORE YAOI.
Other then that…uhm, enjoy.
It starts off with Toran’s POV.
Toran’s POV:
Television was no longer doing me any good. As I flipped through channels, I heard the loud boom of thunder crash over my roof. I glanced at the window, rolling my eyes at the sight of dark, thick clouds fogging up the view. Today was no good, neither was my mood.
I stood up, padding off my jeans before heading to the kitchen, where I prepared myself a bowl of cereal. As I gulped that down, the phone rang abruptly, this annoyed me slightly. But talking to somebody actually sounded okay today.
“Hello,” I answer between chomps.
“Hey, Toran,” it was Zak, and he didn’t sound too pleased. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Alright,” I didn’t like the conversation already. “What is it?”
“It’s Geta,” Zak replied almost angrily, “I just got a call from Rai, and I guess Geta hasn’t been home recently, but he told him that he was staying over at my place.”
“Geta said that?” I asked, setting the bowl down on the counter.
“Yeah, Dad—err…Toran.” Zak stammered, making me smirk in pride. But I chose not to pry at him about it.
“Yeah, and get this. I found this flyer in his pocket—“
“What were you doing in your brother’s pocket?”
“Will you just shut up? Like I was saying…It’s for the strip club called Claws Pole on the other side of town.” Zak stated, making my eyebrows rise in interest.
“What would he be doing there?” I questioned, thinking of the possibilities of this situation. Could he be cheating? Could he be having problems with Rai?
“I don’t know, but he’s not here or at Rai’s,” he paused, making me squint in suspicion. “Could you go check if he’s there?”
“Why can’t you do it?”
“Toran, I have too much to do today. I just need you to see if he’s there. If he is, just bring him back here, give me a call or something.”
I hesitated, biting my bottom lip in distress. It is something to do. “Alright, I’ll call you if I find him.” I sighed.
“Thank you. I’ll talk to you then.” He said, and hung up.
I put the phone down, and I set it back onto the receiver, then I sat down at the table, holding my face with my hands. I couldn’t help but feel slightly worried about Geta. I knew he had more sense than to do something extremely stupid, and he wasn’t the kind of fellow to be unfaithful, at least, he didn’t come off as so.
But why else would he be there? I didn’t know he was the type to like stripping either. But maybe there was more to my son that I knew. I wasn’t ever exactly there for him, or was I ever around. And when I was he was always apprehensive and cautious at all moments. He couldn’t trust me, and since he’s talking to me that’s the closest I’m ever going to get. Which is enough for me, as long as it means he’s not afraid of me.
I stood up, pulled on my jacket, and slipped my cigarettes in the pocket. I checked for my keys, making sure I had them. And then I walked out into the rain, into my car and down the road I went.
There was a lot more traffic then usual. Driving was pointless for me. But in order to stay here I’d have to blend in as much as possible. No blowing up random objects or killing the unworthy. It wasn’t legal, or moral I suppose. So in order to live here, I had to abide by the law.
I found myself on a dark, foggy street, the only visible thing was these bright pink neon lights reading Claw’s Pole in big cursive letters. I pulled up, parking on the side. I glanced around before getting out, trying to look as casual as possible.
When I entered the building shooting lights scattered around me. People jumped and banged their heads, the smell of sweat and alcohol strong and musty. I coughed, shoving my way threw the crowd of people, my ass grabbed and touched countless of times. I’ve never seen so much drag queens in my life, and I wasn’t really planning on it.
The real question was: Why was Geta here in the first place? I knew he was gay, but this was going a bit far on his behalf. Maybe he wasn’t even part of this crowd, maybe he was on the other side of the room, at the bar, he couldn’t be dancing with these lunatics.
I was in mere disbelief. A part of me didn’t want to find Geta here. I was hoping that maybe he just came across that flyer somewhere on the side of the road or something. Maybe he was going to throw it away, but never got to it.
Suddenly, red and pink lights streaked all across the room, people cheering and crying out, holding up their hands in joy. I tried helplessly to see what was going on, only to be pushed by the crowd of people who were desperately trying to get to the front of the room.
“Hey! Watch it!” I shouted, being pushed up against the stage. I glimpsed around hastily, looking for an escape. This was like a fucking prison, a prison full of drag queens! I couldn’t take the cheap perfume and ratty weeves much longer.
“Hey, how’re ya’ll doin’ tonight?” a loud voice asked, and everyone cheered. “I know what you’ve all been waiting for!”
I scrambled, pushing a path through bodies among bodies.
“Are you ready to get all hot and bothered?”
The further away I got, the more the people pushed and cheered, and I found myself trapped by a group of freaks who stared up and had their hands raised.
“I present to you...!”
I looked towards the stage, the bright lights blinding, and smoke rolling in from the sides. I blinked rapidly, feeling like I was about to have a seizure.
“Harley Carson!”
A figure stood at the back of the stage, the form appearing to be a man. Music began to pound deep into my head. I winced, trying to see the stage. The man stepped closer to the crowd, his face covered by his hat which loomed over his feminine jaw structure.
You better crawl on your knees
the next time you say that you love me
He moved down, throwing his hips around the pole, spinning and leaning back. I found myself mesmerized by his body. Flawless, lean, thin, slender.
Fall on your knees, because this time I won't be so kind
Can't you see that this is life and life is killing me
He removed the hat, tossing it across the room. My eyes widened in shock. His ears were pointed, his hair blonde, his eyes a deep violet. It was Geta.
Is it yours? Is it mine?
Our sky fell down tonight, to wash away our pain
I was too shocked to move, to speak. He moved down to his knees, flipping his wet hair back and trialing his fingertips along his neck. People reached for him, marveled him. My heart pounded, this wasn’t right of me to be marveling my son’s body like this. But my eyes were glued all over him.
Tell me, over and over and over and over and over again
It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in
Hands touched him, yet his face was so blissful, so elegant. Those hands, traveling all over his body, touching him, feeling him, tasting him. I wanted to reach, grab him, pull him to me, and take him on the spot. Everything was burning, my ears, my mouth, my erection.
Show me, over and over and over and over and over again
It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in
A hand gripped his arm, yanking him forward. My heart jumped, his expression switching from bliss to shock. Soon there was more then just one hand. It seemed like millions, filthy, disgusting hands, all over my son. They pulled him down into them, the cheering growing louder by the second. My heart pounded, anger rising hastily. I tore into the crowd, throwing them to the side.
The music had stopped and I saw body guards rush in. I had to get to him before they did. I had to get to my son. I spotted him, his body almost stripped down almost completely. Those infernal hands, I couldn’t bare this. I grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him into my chest. He wasn’t struggling, his eyes were lazy and dark. I darted through the horde, slamming the door behind me.
I led Geta to the car, opening the door for him, and helping him sit in the passenger seat. I leaped into the front seat, putting it into drive and hitting the gas.
When we arrived to my house, I looked over at Geta, who was barely conscious. I wanted to yell at him, scream at him, and hit him. But I had no right to tell him of right and wrong, and I knew that. He was a grown man. He wasn’t a kid anymore.
“Geta,” I patted him on the cheek, “Get up.” I ordered softly.
He looked at me, his eyes blood shot and foggy. He was drunk, figured, and being yanked off stage like that couldn’t have helped. I got out of the car, opened his door, and wrapped my arm underneath his legs. He instantly hugged my neck, letting me pick him up into my arms. I smirked slightly, but shook it off as I kicked the car door shut.
I brought him into the house, immediately going to my bedroom and laying him down on the warm comforter. He smiled, and giggled, curling up his legs. I was disturbed, seeing my son like this wasn’t one of my goals in life. I never thought I would, Geta always came off as the person to make responsible decisions. He was very independent, intelligent, and seemed to always be somewhat happy. But now, he was a drunken mess, laying on my bed, half naked.
I sighed, walking to my dresser, where I grabbed a soft, blue “muscle” shirt and some sweat pants. There were the only things I could think of that would actually fit him. He was a lot smaller than I, not that I was fat, just a lot more muscular.
I set the clothes on the nightstand, then I patted him on the cheek again, “Geta, I’m going to get you dressed, alright?” I whispered, and he opened his eyes, gazing up at me. “Alright?” I repeated, finding it hard to move my hand from his soft cheek. He seemed to comprehend what I was saying, nodding and smiling dumbly.
I sat him up, pulling off the strapped, black latex, which was torn up the seam. I noticed the little scars on his stomach, those scars that made me remember what I had done to him so long ago.
I slipped on the shirt, laying him back down slowly. I then slipped off the mini shorts he was wearing; I guess he decided to go commando today.
I then slipped on the sweats, realizing they were a little too loose around his hips. Those small, frail hips. His small frame underneath my fingertips, his beautiful face that resembled his mother. I reached down and touched his face, brushing his damp bangs from his face. He looked at me, smiling dimly.
“Daddy,” he whispered. My face growing a bright red, “I love you Daddy.” He opened up his arms, wrapping them around my neck. I instantly pushed him back down, holding him in place. I stared down at him, shocked. He must’ve been more out of it then I had expected.
The last time Geta referred to me as, “Daddy” or even “Father” was when he was a small boy. Before everything crashed down around us. After that all he ever called me was by my name, showing me is disrespect he felt towards me. Even though everything was forgiven, he still couldn’t come to himself to actually treat me as his father again.
“You need rest,” I stuttered, pulling the blanket over him. I quickly left the room, closing the door quietly behind me. My feet shuffled as I made my way to the couch where I plopped my rear down in relief. I knew how I was feeling wasn’t right, especially since it was with my son.
What I had done to him before shouldn’t effect the way I think now. I thought I was over everything that had happened; I thought I had changed for the better for real this time. But this temptation bottling up again, burning up within my heart…it killed to resist.
I grabbed my forehead, leaning back, attempting to relax. I didn’t like how hard it was to resist walking back in there and just forcing myself upon him. It wouldn’t even have to be sex, just a teaser, a few kisses, licking, biting, make him whimper a little. Then I could just leave and still feel satisfied.
What am I thinking; this is my own son. What happened before shouldn’t affect me now.
I sighed, closing my eyes in shame. I wanted my own son. This is what I was before. This is the person that I truly was.
“Are you mad at me?”
His voice startled me; I quickly stood up and looked at him. His hair was messy, and his lips were slightly parted. “Geta,” I said, “Go lay back down.” I ordered, but he remained standing where he was.
He took a step forward, beginning to walk around the couch, “Stop,” I demanded, backing up a bit. He took yet another step, this time followed by some more of them. Then I was cornered by his seductive eyes; his hands traveled on my chest, and wrapped around my neck. I let out a trembling sigh before he leaned on me and made me trip and fall to the floor.
“You’re so warm.” He smirked, pulling up my shirt.
“No, this is wrong.” I protested, not able to resist him. He giggled, trailing kisses up my stomach. My eyes widened; the feeling of his warm tongue traveling up my skin, I couldn’t take it. I needed him, and my erection made that clear.
“Geta,” I trembled, “S-Stop it, we can’t.” He laughed again, moving up to my face.
“If you really don’t want to do this… how’s about you stop me.” He insisted darkly, smirking at my unpleasant jolt of shock. He smiled, baring his white, straight teeth. His hair clung to his skin, wet and sticky. I bit my lip; why couldn’t I stop him? I could easily throw him off of me, I could beat the shit out of him. I couldn’t resist him. Which also meant… he might’ve not been able to resist me neither.
I couldn’t be the one being dominated.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, crashing my lips against his furiously. Hearing him whimper in shock amused me, causing me to take it another step further. I sat up, still kissing him ferociously, and I threw him down onto his back. I quickly swung my leg over him, pinning him underneath me. I loved that surprised expression he wore. Now I had his attention, now maybe he’d stop with this… this sudden interesting act.
Okay, he’s got it. Get off of him.
I just stared down at him, his lips looking so inviting, so soft.
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