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Amazing Grace	By : RotSeele Category: A through F > A Clockwork Orange Views: 2542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Amazing Grace
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 4
- 5
- 6
V

“Nietzsche was a whiny bastard,” Kyle replied in between bites to Alex’s thighs. “He couldn’t deal with the world and was fucked up anyway.”
“He really wasn’t fucked up to begin with. He just went insane.” Alex corrected, shifting at Kyle’s prompting and propping himself up on his elbows to watch the creature between his legs. “He was stuck in an asylum and took his own life.”
“After writing Also Sprach Zarathustra and putting Darwin on a pedestal.”
“It wasn’t like that – do that again – at all. Zarathustra was about the never-ending cycle of life and Nietzsche coming to terms with that.”
Kyle hummed around the head of Alex’s cock before he let it out with an audible pop. “Do you believe in a never-ending cycle of life?”
“Get back to sucking.” Alex ordered. When Kyle complied, Alex closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “I believe that you make your own destiny. People just fuck it up.”
“Yet you like people.”
“Certain people. Not the ones that tell you ‘Don’t do that’ and ‘You can’t’. I hate them.” Alex said, putting his hand on Kyle’s head and pushing him down, hearing the boy choke for a god few minutes before he let Kyle breathe.
“Nietzsche said almost the same thing, I think,” Kyle whispered, “just only it was about women.”
Alex simply shrugged and pulled the boy up for a slow kiss. He took a moment to savour the soft texture of the urchin’s lips, to learn his particular taste (cinnamon, or maybe peppermint), before he let Kyle go. Automatically, the orange-blonde haired boy began to kiss at Alex’s neck and chest, as Alex shifted to lay back down. The elder folded his hands beneath his head and let Kyle have free reign.
“Do I dare ask how you know to pleasure a man?” Alex asked with a hint of a cruel smile.
Kyle looked up at him with an impish grin. “You could. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”
“And why won’t you answer?”
“My mouth might be busy.” And Kyle descended on Alex’s cock again, tongue swirling around the head and under the cap, along the vein and over the slit. Alex groaned and buried his hands in Kyle’s hair, speech lost to him.
It didn’t matter if Kyle had played lover to anyone before Alex. What mattered now was that he was Alex’s and Alex’s alone. What mattered now was that talented tongue was on his cock and that lithe body was between his legs. Heat was building in the elder man’s abdomen, the fire slowly spreading to his brain. He was certainly temped to come in Kyle’s mouth, an he almost did when Kyle scraped his teeth ever so gently up his cock.
“Get up here.” Alex ordered huskily, pulling hard at Kyle’s hair. The boy quickly obeyed, straddling Alex’s hips as the elder hungrily devoured his mouth, tasting himself and getting only more riled. The thought of making Kyle bleed, however, caused the pleasure to dissipate; Kyle blinked as he felt the erection against his stomach began to flag.
“Hey,” Kyle said softly, “look at me.”
When their eyes met, Alex found Kyle’s hazel eyes a dark brown, almost the colour of dried blood. Alex found himself mesmerized by that colour, and felt Kyle shift to his knees, hands cupping Alex’s chin, tilting his head back to press his lip to the elder’s ear.
“Stop thinking,” Kyle whispered, lips brushing gently over Alex’s cartilage. “Just feel.”
“What do you-?"
Alex moaned as Kyle wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it into his unprepared passage. He felt flesh rip, blood flow, and the impossible tightness of his… what? Droog? Friend? Lover?
Lover, Alex finally decided, putting a hand on the small of Kyle’s back, supporting him as the younger man adjusted to the feel of something large and hot entering a place that was, decidedly, and exit.
“What did you mean, ‘stop thinking’?” Alexquestioned as he felt Kyle begin to move, a gentle rhythm of up, forward, down, back, and up again.
“Well, when you think about what bothers you, you get pale.” Kyle said softly. “So stop thinking about what bothers you, and just do it. It probably won’t have any effect, either way, but you’re smart.”
Which was true, Alex mused. He had found ways around the sickness before, so why was it any different now?
“Turn off my brain, hm?”
Kyle let out a gasping laugh. “Exactly.”
Alex hummed feeling blood sliding down his cock with each movement Kyle gave. The sickness started to near its ugly head then, and Alex closed his eyes, trying to turn off his brain.
He growled then, frustrated. “It’s not working!”
Kyle was silent for a moment, still moving slowly. Then he kissed Alex’s lips, his nose, his throat, driving all thought from the elder’s brain. Then Kyle bit him on the shoulder. Hard. Enough to break skin.
Alex snarled and bit Kyle in retaliation, rolling to pin the boy beneath him and fold him near in half, skimming into him harder and harder, driving the breath from the smaller form. He wasn’t thinking at all about blood or pain; no, Alex was thinking only of pleasure. Kyle’s bite had shown him how to get around the sickness.
He felt Kyle’s muscles constricting, squeezing him, making it damn near impossible to move. So Alex rolled them again and watched Kyle ride him. Alex’s hands remained on Kyle’s hips, partly steadying the boy, partly holding him in place so he could slam up into that hot, wet, tight orifice. Without warning, Kyle choked, nails scoring furrows in Alex’s chest as he came, hot ribbons of white splattering against Alex’s abdomen. The blonde couldn’t take the impossible tightness much longer, and so after a few more thrusts, Alex, too, came, his orgasm filling Kyle with his own seed.
Kyle slumped, body pulsing even as Alex’s member began to soften, panting as he tried to move abut couldn’t. He looked at Alex apologetically, and Alex could do was smile like the cat who ate the fat canary and croon to his lover. Kyle eased himself down onto Alex’s chest, sighing in what Alex could only assume was bliss. Carefully, Alex rolled them, pulled out from Kyle’s body, and rolled back over to sleep.
He woke a moment later, hearing soft signing to the side, and rolled to find Kyle naked by the bedroom. Window, staring out as he softly sung the first stanza of Amazing Grace over and over again.
Alex just stared at the younger for a long while, envisioning again the angel instead of the boy. Then he closed his eyes to block out the image. Even if there were things as angels, one would never choose him, especially one so innocent as Kyle.
“Shut up and come to bed.” Alex barked. Silence and then the bed dipped, and Alex’s felt Kyle’s back pressed against his own.
Alex fell asleep, fancying that he could feel soft plumage against his spine.
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