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"I was told you are a problematic slave..."
That words echoed in Fergal's head, they were making his head spin, like he was about to puke right there, in that way too expensive limousine. He didn't really want to think back at what happened all the other times, but he knew for sure that if it wasn't for Bàlor, he wouldn't be there. He still had many scars on his body, some would probably hunt him for the rest of his life, reminding him all he had gone through, but he had chosen that life to save his family. Luckily he was handsome, many had told him so, but that hadn't stopped them from inflicting him whatever depraved they had wanted.
He was brought back to reality by a sudden slap on his right cheek: it wasn't really hard, he was accostumed to much more pain than that, but it was enough to have him focus on the owner of that hand.
"I'm sorry sir, I..." Perfect, he wanted to give a good impression of himself right from the start and he just stopped listening to his new master.
"I don't care what went on in your head right now, just remember you have to listen when I speak, understood?" Joe wasn't accostumed to giving such orders, so he was still a little softer than he should probably be.
"Yes sir, it won't happen ever again." Fergal felt a bit relief, the guy didn't seem too angry about what just happened, he would surely make sure he kept his promise.
"Good. So, I asked you to come here and kneel in front of me."
The Samoan had already asked the driver to drive slowly and he wouldn't really make Finn do things there, with Paul Heyman there, but he just wanted to see how quick his slave would react, while being careful of not having car accidents. As soon as those words slipped out of Joe's mouth, Fergal took the seatbelt off and did as asked without a second thought: he had already done a mistake, he couldn't do another one right after. He felt Joe's gaze on him, it felt like he was trying to see through the wall Fergal had built, a wall which would help him tame Bálor.
"Put your hands behind your back, slave, like they were tied together."
Joe kept an eye on each and every move Fergal did as he brought the hands right where he wanted and in the same position he was told. Maybe before he spaced out for a moment, but now he was obedient like he should be. Joe licked his lips, still thinking that the decision was the best he could have made. Maybe, after all, it wouldn't be so hard for him to form the slave like he wanted, that was surely interesting. Joe brought a hand to Fergal's chin, propping it up, looking at him directly in the eyes, which made the slave feel intimidated and nervous. Fergal remained still though, keeping the eye contact for a moment, before lowering his gaze. "Paul, tie his hands with his jacket." It didn't take much time before Fergal was another time half naked in front of him and now Joe could enjoy more details of his body. The guy was pretty muscular both on the upper and lower body, and all that black he was wearing only added handsomness to everything. Joe signalled him to turn around, not wanting to waste his voice anymore and he smiled a little, when it happened that fast. That Fergal surely was doing his best at keeping a good profile, after the earlier fail. Joe couldn't be happier than that, Fergal was redeeming himself. Now satisfied, he let Fergal go back at his seat, hands still tied tight behind his back and this time he was able to withstand his gaze. Paul put him the seatbelt on, even without his Tribal Chief asking to do so, since the slave was incapacitated. Fergal let him do as the older man wanted, his gaze wandering now out of the window, to the view which was slowly changing. He kept silence, he had learned that it was better to do so and speak only if questioned or allowed, to not anger his master. His soft and pale skin had endured various punishments for not staying to that rule. Roman's fa was somehow making him uncomfortable, that guy seemed better than all the others, if that happened with someone else, he would have surely been whipped until he was almost bleeding and his back still had some proves of those atrocities. "Follow me." Roman's voice was stern as he stood up and exited the limousine, followed not long after by the slave, after Paul took the belt off of him. The older man followed both, keeping a close eye on Fergal, hoping that he wouldn't be so stupid to try and run away. He didn't seem to have such intentions, but Paul didn't trust him at all; that slave still had to prove him, but most of all Joe, wrong. Fergal silently followed his new master one or two steps behind him, the eyes were taking in how big that mansion was. When they had gotten in the limousine he had understood that the guy was surely way too rich, but now that they were there... Fergal felt like he could get lost way too easily there, but he probably wouldn't even live one of the rooms, so he shouldn't be worried. As they got into the mansion, Fergal could feel overwhelmed by all those expensive things which were literally everywhere, but he didn't have the time to think too much about that, as he felt a muscular arm around his shoulders, before being pushed forward not too rough. He came at stop as soon as he didn't hear the steps anymore, instead he could hear only some speaking and he didn't want to wander around there, without knowing where to go.
"My Tribal Chief, I can come too." Paul definitely was still worried and he didn't want to let Joe alone with that guy.
"Paul, I thank you for bringing me there, being there for me and taking care of everything, but it's now time for you to step aside. I'm new to all of this, but I can handle all of this, and if I ever need something, I'll get to you." Joe looked at his mentor, sounding convincing.
"But Tribal Chief..." Paul hated when he felt so helpless, he had one job and that was serving that boy, helping him and protect him.
"No but, Paul. I really appreciate it and, if my parents should say something, I'll speak to them. I'm not little anymore, I know what I'm doing."
Joe was slowly losing his patience: Paul had never been like that, but the fact that now that slave was in the house didn't mean he had to act so protective. Paul wanted to say something else, but he desisted and nodded, finally leaving both guys alone. Joe sighed with relief and walked past his new slave, expecting him to follow without the need to give an order. The noise of the shoes made him understand that Fergal was indeed doing it and he was pleased with that. Fergal had just come there, but he felt like he wasn't really trusted, especially by that... Paul, if he remembered correctly. He felt like he was doing good, apart from that little accident in the limousine, he had always done what he had been said. They crossed some hallways, before Joe stopped in front of a door and Fergal came to a stop right beside him. The Samoan looked at the guy, his attention drawn to every inch of his pale and naked skin he could see. Finn surely had a really nice skin and body, but Joe didn't have to admire it too much, before they had to get in the room, which basically was an old one which their parents had left for him, before he even had a slave. Joe finally opened the door slowly, the room was dark, but it only took him to press a button, and all rhe lights went on. Fergal looked around the room and the more he saw what was in it, the more a sense of a panick attack reached him. All that his eyes were taking in was so similar to what his previous, the worst out of all the others, had, so it was reminding him about those dark moments.
"Keep him down!"
Fergal didn't exactly know what he had done wrong: in the last days, though, his master had become more unbearable than ever before. Jay White had given him so much punishment that Fergal still felt sore and could probably barely stand, he would know it, if only White would let him stand up a bit. Fergal closed his eyes as he was shoved down hard with the head against the cold surface of that ceiling, he felt four weights over him, pinning him down so that he couldn't escape. As if he even had the strength of trying to get away, plus those four muscular men over him weren't exactly light, so either way he had no chance of escaping. He felt his leather boxers being pulled down and immediately tensed up: why did his Master need to have him pinned down by four of his men to take him? It never happened before and it was quite curious. The answer came as soon as Fergal felt something really cold brushing against his left butt cheek. A shiver went down his spine, followed immediately by panic: what did he want to do? And more important... what did he have in his hand?
Fergal suddenly felt a sharp pain as the blade cut the skin of the butt cheek and he let out a loud scream, which couldn't be heard by anyone else but them. It hurt and burnt like hell, Fergal had tears wetting his cheek, while his master continued that torture relentlessly, not bothered by all the screams, until on top of the left butt cheek there was his symbol: four vertical cuts, plus a fifth which would cross the other ones horizontally in the middle.
"You were surely better than I thought you would."
Jay Withe declared once he was finished: now on the slave's butt cheek there was his symbol, to let understand that Fergal was his. Fergal didn't answer: the pain was unbearable, he could feel blood dripping from the cuts and he felt somehow exhausted. Jay White was happy with the outcome but, since he didn't want that guy to die because of that, he thought for a moment, while his peeps finally got off the slave. Those cuts would slowly turn into scars which would never go away, they would always be there until he died. He got in front of Fergal, kneeling down to get more or less to his level, lifting up his chin: when the guy opened his eyes, Jay could see pure fear in them, but he didn't have the knife in the hand anymore and didn't want to put him through more pain than necessary. Fergal wanted that hand away from his face, but he was feeling overpowered and at the same time he was fearing what other things Jay could do to him if he tried to touch him at that moment. He lowered his gaze, fighting back the other tears which were threatening to come out, the pain radiating from his butt cheek still unbearable. Jay smiled devilishly but finally let him go, stood up and headed out of that basement, leaving Fergal in the darkness, alone.
Fergal felt his heart starting to pound much more in his chest, he felt like he could barely breathe during that flashback. He brought a shaking hand to his neck, eyes wide open, while his chest felt heavier each time he tried to suck in some air. His legs were like jelly, he didn't have the power to keep himself in a standing position, but one arm around his waist prevented him from falling on the ground. It had been a reflex for Joe to reach out to Fergal as he saw him struggling like that; he knew it was better not to touch someone who was having a panick attack, which the slave was definitely having right now, but he couldn't risk him injuring himself. Joe let him go as soon as it seemed his legs could hold him up, even though the panick hadn't left him. He slowly closed the door of the playroom, turning to face Fergal, who was still struggling to breathe decently.
"Breathe with me, Finn."
Joe's voice was soft, he really wanted to help him out, even though he didn't really know what was happening in his mind. He started taking one deep breath, his gaze wandering over the slave's figure and not on his eyes, so he wouldn't feel too pressured; Fergal tried to do as he was told, to follow his lead, but probably the sole thought of where he was, was making it difficult. He bit his lower lip, anxiety building up just at the thought that his new master could be angry at him for that, even though he didn't seem to be.
"Follow me and my breath. I am not angry."
Joe understood that probably staying there wasn't the right choice, he tried to reassure him, kept up with the breathing and as it seemed it was becoming slightly better, he finally moved from there. He walked slowly two steps in front of him, but he would still be able to catch him should his legs let him fall another time. They went in the park to take some fresh air and Joe let him sit down on a bench, remaining in a standing position himself.
"Is it better now?"
Joe didn't really want a proper answer, a simple nod would be more than enough.
"Y-yes... sir..."
Fergal's breathing began to become more steady as he sucked in all the fresh air.
"That's good. Keep on with the deep breaths, the most important thing is that it fades away completely."
Joe's thoughts started wandering somewhere else, to what could have happened that made him have a panic attack, but it was hard to tell.
"I'm really sorry sir. I'm not like this normally."
The slave was feeling always better, but now the guilty of what happened started to sunk in.
"Like I already said: I'm not angry."
They had to work on many things, Joe hadn't thought it could be that difficult to have a personal sexual slave, but he would figure something out. He had taken Fergal under his wings because he liked him and a panic attack wouldn't make Joe change his mind. Maybe he could simply rearrange the playroom, or just decide on another big room, where he could bring what he really needed, that was an option for sure.
Fergal forced a little smile on his lips at those words: it seemed like that Master was doing his best to be understanding, probably because of his young age. He didn't feel ready to tell him all that happened with his previous masters, especially with Jay Withe, but he was sure that he would have some other moments just like that one. He would bear the scar with his symbol forever, but Fergal just wanted to forget that older guy. Maybe that Tribal Chief, like Joe was called, was a better master for him than anyone else would ever be, or had ever been to him before, but his days there had just barely started, so he couldn't tell exactly. -
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- Ehy Aj, will you watch tonight what I have up my sleeve for your friend La Knight? He surely won't like it, but I'm simply smarter than him. Oh, and try not to be jealous, okay? Concentrate on me and try not to feel the Grayson Waller Effect too much, mh? -
Surely the Phenomenal didn't need such a reminder to actually watch NXT; normally he wouldn't really bother, but the feud which had started between La and Grayson Waller was interesting, to say the least. More than that, after what happened between them... he surely couldn't fly each week to Orlando, where NXT was always being held, but he wanted more and the same was for that little impertinent.
- You can't stop thinking about me, Grayson? You should have your mind set on the evening you have ahead of you. Anyway I'll be watching it, so be sure to have a good match and don't make me regret watching it. -
There was still some time before the show would be live, but Grayson could be on the road, so Aj didn't really expect an answer.
- What's with the attitude, Phenomenal? Last week you surely didn't mind what happened in your hotel room. Anyway you won't regret it, promise. -
Aj laughed, not even bothering to answer: he still would never admit that he had really enjoyed last week, but Grayson was right. He sat comfortable on the bed, under the covers, tuning the television on the right channel, even if it was early.
When it was finally time, he let his phone at his side, focusing entirely on the show. La Knight calling out Grayson wasn't really interesting, but things definitely changed as soon as the younger man made his entrance. When they were in the ring he could care less, but now that he had to seriously watch it, Aj could notice so many different things. The way that white ring gear clinged to Grayson's body was somehow arousing, even though he didn't exactly like those basketball moves.
His eyes got caught by the Nxt guy starting to take off his t-shirt: it's a very quick movement, like he always did, but Aj couldn't keep his gaze away from how his biceps moved, how that piece of fabric slid away from his chest, undiscovering the pec, the nipples, those muscles. Aj bit his lower lip, shaking his head: fuck, what was happening to him? Since when had he become so obsessed with Grayson's body?
He snapped back to reality at the very moment when Grayson started talking, trying to focus on his speech and not on his figure. His eyes wandered always way too much on those lips, those same which had kissed him a week prior and given all that pleasure.
Fuck, he was slowly feeling heat build up in him every single time he thought about their first time. He could already feel his pants being a little tight and he slid a hand on top of his groin, letting it rest there.
A restraining order against La Knight? Was this what he was talking about in the message? It could be a good idea, even though it was definitely strange, but that surely wasn't what the Phenomenal had thought. He smiled: of course La had an ace up his sleeve, it couldn't be otherwise. His focus shifted another time on Grayson, he loved his angsty face, the same expression he had had when La Knight had shown up last time.
Aj followed Grayson's match against Dexter Lumis with so much interest, too much invested in it every time that he had a good bump. Even if the younger was focusing on Dexter's injured arm, the latter was still clearly more powerful. He was quite enjoying it, Grayson was all sweaty and fuck, his screams echoed in his ears and that was all he wanted and needed to hear.
Fuck, it wasn't possible to feel like such emotions just by looking at a match. He sighed, frustrated: he couldn't understand his body anymore, as he felt his shaft even harder than before. Through the course of the match his attention was all on Grayson's body, while his hand got under the pants and boxers, caressing his cock. He had to close his eyes, shifting the focus there, instead of what was happening in the match, Aj bit his lower lip, still shocked at what he was doing. It was hard to accept what that man had done to him, it was like he was under some sort of spell, never had he ever thought of feeling so... desperate and in need of him and his touch. With eyes closed he could imagine Grayson being there with him, the hand on his erection being the younger's one, hot kisses and some whispered words. He moved his hand slowly at first, changing the pace to a quicker one, until he finally released himself in it, just in time to see a guy crash Dexter Lumis at the turnbuckle, bringing Grayson the win after his finisher.
Aj wasn't even able to focus on the movement of Grayon's tongue, he was feeling strange, something like... betrayed, probably. Fuck, he didn't even know if he hated having just jerked off to that match, or the fact that the Australian was literally clinging to that tall man, whom he called his insurance policy. The more Waller clinged to that bodyguard, the more Aj was feeling kind of jealous. What more, the expressions he was making towards that man, the fact that he was always touching him... fuck, that was slowly becoming way too much to bear and he simply turn off the television, standing up to go to the toilet. Once there he put his hands on the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He was 44 years old, and there he had been, jerking off to a guy, like it was something prohibited, like that younger man was his secret dream. May he be damned, Aj couldn't really understand what was happening to him, why he was way too jealous. A tear slipped down his cheek, he was so damn confused and everything hurt, his heart more than everything. His mind was probably overthinking all and he just needed to go to sleep or take a cold shower, but instead he decided to simply pour some cold water on his face, breathing deeply to calm down. All the situation had gone out of his grasp, but now he was feeling already a bit better. All that gazes Grayson had given to that wrestler had been all keyfabe, there wasn't the need to react like that and Aj was starting to feel drown out by all the situation: it was like Grayson had make him weak and that couldn't be really happening; the Phenomenal so head over heels because of Grayson Waller and he hated it.
Once he got back on the bed, he took a look at his phone, there weren't new notifications, Grayson probably had to cut another promo or an interview, who knew. Aj fighted the will of writing him something: he wrote him he would be watching, but why did he have to message him about it. It would mean he was thriving to hear from Grayson again, and fuck, he seriously was somehow, but he didn't really want the other to know it.
He postponed that moment until he actually thought he could be going back home, without exactly knowing what he should seriously write.
- Ehy Waller, I saw what happened today. A restraining order sure is something big. What is with that insurance policy? -
He had rephrased it way too many times before chosing to send it, but as he was about to do it, his phone started vibrating. Grayson had seemingly decided to facetime hisìm, so he answered with a sigh, forcing a smile on his lips, as the call connected.
"Ehy Aj, I was expecting a message from you after my promo and match, man!" Grayson was sitting in the jacuzzi he had in his bathroom, of course totally naked, but at the moment Aj could only see his face and half of his chest.
"I was going to write you, but..." Aj stopped mid sentence and gulped as soon as the image became clear. Fuck, why had he to call him while relaxing in the Jacuzzi?
"But...?" Grayson grinned: he knew that Aj would have such a reaction and he planned on going on to tease him. "What stopped the Phenomenal?"
"You... by calling me here on face time." He hated Grayson: he was teasing him so much...! And his body was even reacting to all that teasing.
"Oh, come on, I'm quite sure you were missing me the entire time and you wanted to see or hear me so badly." Grayson licked his own lips in a mischevious way, just to tease him even more.
That young man would surely be his death one day or another, Aj was sure about that. "Think about it how you want." Aj didn't want to spoil him, to just surrender like that. He was still feeling betrayed, even if that sight was keeping his mind off that matter.
"Okay, I think it's time to talk about something else right now, maybe we'll get back at it afterwards." Grayson started moving a hand over his chest slowly and with nonchalance, peeking at the image on the phone: he wanted to see Aj's reaction. "Since I guess you really watched at least my part with LA Knight and then the match against Lumis... what do you think about it?" He was still curious about his answer, while he simply smiled at him, going on with the caresses, without taking his eyes off his face.
Fuck. That was definitely way too much than Aj could even sustain. He had just come not long ago and Grayson was doing his best to have him hard another time. "My thoughts? Surely that move on LA Knight was... smart, yes, even though, let me tell you one thing: I would have thought that Grayson Waller would have more balls." Now it was easier to focus on something else rather than what the Australian was doing.
"Nobody knows more than you how big my balls are, Phenomenal." Another grin appeared on Grayson's lips, while he saw a glimpse of pink colouring Aj's cheeks at that comment. "After what he did to me after our match, it surely was the best, he'll learn to keep himself away from me, wether he likes it, or not." His hand stopped at the nipples and Grayson kept the phone near them, so that Aj could have a perfect view of what he was doing. Grayson wanted to arouse the Phenomenal, but was becoming hard himself.
"You know Grayson... it's seriously hilarious how you come at me blabbing about what LA did to you after our match. I guess you forgot what you did to me during my match against Theory? There you had the guts of taking me out before I was going to use my finisher, but then you whimper for LA attacking you from behind, when you did the same thing." Aj closed his eyes for a second, sighing. All that was kinda hard to say. "Do you fear him so much? I mean... You even hired a goddamn bodyguard to protect you from him. And by the way, who the hell is he?" All those words came out way harsher and too much jealous than he would have wanted to. Aj bit his lower lip, finally shutting up after having exposed himself way too much.
"Come on Aj, you really want LA to ruin my perfect ass? I don't think so. And what happened between us that time... it was the past and keyfabe, if I think about it now, like the way we are at the moment, I probably wouldn't do it." Grayson wasn't really sure he heard right: there was a hint of jealousy in his voice, he didn't really think it would happen so fast. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?" He was mocking him a bit, but he was really glad he was jealous.
"..." Jealous? Maybe, but it was so hard to admit it so openly at that stage of their... relationship? Could they call it like that? "What? No! I'm not really jealous!" Fuck, why had Aj put himself in such a situation?
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"Oh, I heard it clearly, but you know Aj... you don't need to feel like that, because this body..." and as Grayson spoke, he moved the phone to show it entirely, even his bare cock which was resting under the water, showing finally his face another time. "Like I was saying, this body is yours only."
Aj swallowed hard, his pants feeling another time tight. "It better be so." He could only say, moving one hand to take down his pants, to feel a bit of relief.
"And by the way, Sanga will help me, after all I have so many enemies here. Seriously though, you don't need to be scared, okay?" His voice was soft now and if he was there with Aj, he would kiss him, damn he was missing those lips too much.
Aj let himself smile, this time it wasn't fake like the one he had once he had answered Grayson's call. Those words were lighting his heart, he was definitely feeling calmer than before and the jealousy was slowly fading away. "Thank you, Grayson. You don't really know how important all you said is for me." He hated that they were apart, he would have hugged him at that point, he simply needed it.
"You know what I would do if you were here, hug, kiss, caress you to make you feel good and better, but I can't, so I can only keep my promise for now."
Grayson liked how Aj was already depending on him, how the Phenomenal just wanted to be sure that he was exclusively his and no one else's, but after all what happened at the facility with the other wrestlers, was simply keyfabe. Instead, what was happening between Grayson himself and AJ Styles went way too far out of it. When he had first started aiming for Aj's attention, Grayson would have never thought that they would end up like that, but that was what had happened and he didn't regret any single minute, they could simply build that relationship slowly, keep it hidden from the colleagues and the fans. He loved all that secrecy, he couldn't deny it, but what he wanted most, was for Aj to accept all of that without regrets too: after all he was mostly selfish, but when it came to the older man, the things definitely changed for good and he was the only one knowing that side of his human being.
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Grayson was in his hotel room, resting on the king sized bed, the tv on, but he wasn't really taking care of what was passing on it. His mind was totally somewhere else, he couldn't really take his thoughts off what happened that evening and he was hating it.
Grayson had started that feud just to hit big and in the hope to be brought to the main roster before or after, but week after week, every time he found himself confronting the Phenomenal, something had changed. He had slowly started to feel something particular, even if in the ring he had always been so cocky with the older man. Grayson positioned himself better on the bed, careful that the towel wrapped around his waist wouldn't unwrap itself: he was alone in the room, so it wouldn't be a big deal if it did, but he didn't want to have to readjust it.
He took his phone from the night stand, going on twitter to watch what the fans had to say about the show. He didn't really care that much to be honest, it was keyfabe and they had no right to contest what would ever happen, but still, he was curious.
He scrolled through the comments, some said that the loss served him right, as well as what La Knight had done to him. Grayson found himself laughing, all that being mean from the fans would only fire his heel demeanor, instead of bringing him down.
He was becoming annoyed, no comment was appealing, but finally something caught his eyes. That tweet was getting under his skin more than he thought it would, it was irritating for some reasons.
- La Knight and Aj Styles clearly kissed tonight, after Grayson Waller got backstage! -
Whoever had tweeted it, probably a fan who had been there in person, had even attached some photos, to support their theory. He looked very carefully at the photos and from that angles yes, it seemed really like those two were in fact kissing their cheeks. Grayson's hands started shaking, he didn't know why he was being so pissed about it. After some long minutes he closed twitter, beginning to turn his mobile phone between his hands: those seemingly kisses weren't really planned, or at least not that he knew of, but why would they even kiss in front of all the fans?
Grayson sighed heavily, trying to calm down: if there was something between those two it wasn't his problem. It shouldn't matter to him at all, good for the Phenomenal. The fact that he couldn't stop whatever was making him feel so miserable was nerve wracking. He bit his lower lip, taking the phone firm in his right hand, scrolling through his contacts. Aj had given him his phone number some months ago and Grayson had only texted him once or twice to mock him. He normally would communicate with him through twitter, not through normal messages, but at the moment he didn't want to open the social app. He rewrote the message at least two times before actually sending it: he didn't want to seem too interested in what happened after he went backstage, but he had to know it.
- Hey AJ, good match mate, shame I had to carry you through the whole thing. You can add it to your highlight reel, you’re welcome.
So what’s the deal with you and La Knight? Didn’t get to see after I went backstage. -
Now he only had to wait for an answer, a bit anxious: what if it was all true? Maybe there was really something between those two and he didn't have any chance of getting to Aj. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about that; it was strange how he had a strange feeling in his tummy just at thinking about that. He couldn't be that involved with the Phenomenal, come on, it was literally ridicolous. His thoughts were interrupted as soon as he heard someone knocking at the door; he wasn't waiting for anyone and didn't order room service, nor delivery, so who could it be? Grayson looked at his phone screen for a moment, there was no answer from the Phenomenal and that hurt him a bit. Okay, he had been cocky as always, teasing him with that carry you through the match thing, but at least he could have said something. Since the knocking went on, he finally decided to stand up and figure out who was disturbing him, at least he wouldn't think about that missing answer.
"I'm coming, geez!"
He hadn't realized that when he had gotten out of the shower he had left water behind him, so he could easily slip on it, but he hadn't the time to take care of it, or else whoever was on the other part of the door, would probably open it with brute force. When he finally opened it, Grayson stood there paralysed for a moment, confused: what was HE doing there?
"So after all you can't stay away from me, starting from invading MY show, until coming to MY hotel room. The Grayson Waller Effect has really gotten to you, Phenomenal." He stated with his normal cockiness, looking at the older man still with a confused look.
"I don't have any more time to play with you, Grayson Waller. If I'm here, it's only because you left something behind... while you were running away from La Knight. And not only that..." Aj stopped talking for a moment, looking entirely at him, but he then decided it was better to look away from him, since the younger guy was almost full naked and a strange feeling was invading him. "You even took something that it's mine."
"Oh yes? What did I take from you, Aj? Your being Phenomenal?" Grayson moved back some feets, so that Aj could enter: it was late and surely it wasn't good to wake up all the other people who were on that same floor. "Come on in."
"You left your dignity, running away like that after La Knight hit you. Where did you left all your cockiness you had in the match with me, mh?" Aj grinned and made two steps forward, stopping there before going on. "I get that with me being Phenomenal and your idol you want something that relates to me, but I would love to have my water bottle back, thank you." Aj thought for a moment: in that message he had received, Waller had asked him about what was going on between him and La... "And regarding what you asked me through the message, about me and La Knight, we are only friends."
Aj didn't even ask why he had wrote that, it didn't matter to him at the moment. As Grayson backed even more in the room, Aj followed him even more; the door closed itself behind him, but right in that moment Aj slipped on some water which was on the floor, falling frontally. One of his hands grabbed the towel around Grayson's waist, taking it half down, while his whole body fell on the younger man, who fell backwards on the hard floor, not having expected that outcome. Years of wrestling had given him the reflexes to at least avoid hitting his head hard while falling, so it didn't hurt at all. It surely was strange to be in that situation with Aj on him, and his body was even more naked than it was before, since the towel was almost all down now.
They both didn't say anything, probably both too much embarassed to find the will to even talk, their lips just a few centimeters apart and their breaths were hot against each others face. Grayson was the first to move: he brought his left hand to Aj's right cheek, caressing it slightly, paying attention to the older man's reaction, the last thing he wanted was to be punched at that point. Aj's skin felt soft under his touch and it didn't seem like he really wanted to get away, or else he would have already slapped, punched him or he would at least tried to stand up. It was feeling good to be able to touch him like that and by watching him really good, he could see a faint pink on his cheeks: Aj Styles was on him, blushing at his touch... that hadn't even happened in the weirdest of his dreams, to tell the truth.
He moved his hand over to Aj's mouth, caressing the lips , his gaze focused on what he was doing, on every possible movement from Aj, not really wanting to push his luck too far. He would lie by telling he didn't want to kiss the older's lips, but he knew he had to take a step after another, since he didn't know how much Aj wanted. When Grayson noticed his lips pulling apart, he smiled and took that as an invite to capture them with his, in a slow but passionate kiss: it felt like it was all a dream, but it was all real and the Phenomenal was kissing him back, after some moments of apparent hesitation. The floor surely felt damn cold, Grayson wanted to stand up and at least go on the bed, but the fear that Aj could change his mind as soon as they were standing, it made him want to lay there, even if it could mean he could become sick. When their lips pulled apart, Grayson planted his gaze into Aj's, breathing a little quicker than normal, his heart was beating quicker too. Grayson suddenly felt the pressure on the towel letting up, Aj was moving his hand away, pulling it slowly up, probably to reach his chest, but it surely took it's time to get there. He could see the pink on his cheeks widen as he clearly touched his cock, sending sudden shivers through Grayson's body. He had to close his eyes to try and calm down: it was an accidental touch, but he craved more of that, not happy at all when it lasted only some seconds.
Aj brought his hands on Grayson's chest, leaving the younger's cock alone, to stand up: what just happened had been good, but seriously, laying there like that the whole time wasn't good for Grayson, even though it seemed like he wouldn't mind. The Phenomenal could clearly see the hurt in the other's eyes, but he couldn't understand what he was thinking, probably that he wanted to stop all of that and leave like that? No, it would never happen, not after the kiss, not after the touches... just no. As he finally stood up, he saw Grayson coming to a seat and watching him with a strange gaze: it was like he was silently asking him not to leave and Aj grinned; he could be cocky how much he wanted, but the truth was that he couldn't stay away from him, now he understood. Grayson came to a seat, in his head there was only reject and the thought that Aj had only played with him by even touching his cock... he was fearing that the Phenomenal would just go away, leave him like that and the grin on Aj's lips didn't help that thoughts to go away. Grayson's heartbeat stopped for a second when Aj held out his hand, so that he could take it: he wasn't even minding the fact that he was fully naked, he just wanted to follow him, so Grayson took the hand and got up with his help, the towel falling definitely on the floor where he was laying just a few seconds ago. The star of Raw helped him up and, without leaving his hand, he brought him to the bed, having him laying on it first before following right after him. It was the very first time that he got the chance to see Grayson fully naked, he would never admit it openly to the younger man, but he was handsome. Those wet hair and that seemingly innocent look he had in his eyes were slowly driving him crazy, but he had to stay calm and don't speed everything up. Lost in Grayson's green eyes, Aj felt a light pressure on the neck, dragging him down toward the younger's chest and he didn't even try to fight it: he wanted him so much and he hadn't understood it up until that moment. Grayson had definetely given up on his cocky demeanor and that was for the best, because just one wrong comment would have made Aj go away without thinking twice. The fear he had found before in his eyes prompted him that Grayson wouldn't try to say anything inconvenient, because he wanted what was happening between them exactly how much Aj himself did.
Grayson brought his hands to Aj's t-shirt, once he was near enough, to take it off, at least he wouldn't be the only one naked, not that he really minded, but he had to take actions. With the Phenomenal's help he took it off, their bare chests now one against the other, they could both feel each other's heartbeat, which were beating together, at the same pace.
It was time for Grayson to take the situation in his hands, so he changed their positions, laying Aj on the back under him, catching his lips in yet another passionate kiss. At first he was happy with kissing only his lips, but that evolved quickly in a desperate need for more. He licked them, asking for a mute permission to deepen that act, playing with the tongue in his mouth, as soon as Aj let him do it. The older man's moan disappeared in their mouths, as Grayson's hands wandered on his pecs, stopping for too much time around his nipples, which he started to arouse by stroking them between thumb and index finger. Aj's hands went to grab Grayson's still wet hair, while the moans went on, as the younger man went on: the Phenomenal hated to admit it, but Grayson knew what to do, was even good at it, no questions asked. When they finally broke the kiss to recover their breaths, Grayson grinned but didn't say a word: he wanted to hear Aj under him moaning withouth control. Aj had won in the ring, but there was no way that Grayson would let him have his way between the sheets too. His gaze wandered down to Aj's pants, he could see a buldge in them, and it seemed like they were becoming a bit too tight, as time passed. He brought one hand down to his pants, putting it between the fabric of the jeans he was wearing, over the fabric of the boxers, while he brought his mouth to the nipple he had just let go, teasing it with the tongue in small circles. Aj arched his back in response, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, wanting only more than that.
He slowly felt Grayson's hand stroke his erection through the fabric of his boxers, which made him let out a louder moan, while his hands were gripping the other's hair tighter.
"Grayson..."
Oh, he hadn't really mean to moan his ring name in such a needy tone, the Nxt wrestler would probably mock him forever because of that, but it was too late to go back at that moment. He just wanted more attentions and that his cock would be free, because all of that was being really painful, the more it went on. Grayson managed to take out the belt with one hand, taking finally down both his pants and jeans at the same time, finally freeing Aj's erection, which was already wet with pre-cum. Grayson grabbed Aj's shaft, moving the hand on it very slowly, only to tease him more and to get to hear that delicious needy moan another time. Up and down movements which were heating him up, sending shivers down his spine, as all was feeling really good under his touch. He let go of his hair, looking at him with a needy expression, while Grayson started to leave a line of kisses on his abdomen, going all the way down until his lips met his hard shaft. Aj felt like he was gonna burn or explode as his breath became heavier each time Grayson traced the vein in his cock, with the tongue, making him desire more and more of all of that. It was when he finally took his erection between his lips and slowly in his mouth, that Aj thought he was going to die... the younger hot mouth felt simply heavenly, as he brought him pretty quickly at the edge of an orgasm, the tongue circling around his shaft and on the tip, slowly driving him crazy. Aj had never felt like that before, Grayson surely wasn't his first experience and, judging by how good he was at what he did, it didn't seem like Aj was his first experience neither, but that guy was surely something completely different.
The Phenomenal gasped for air as he felt one of Grayson's fingers start to circle between his butt cheeks, wanting to start preparing him. The movement of his mouth around his cock became quicker, as if Grayson wanted him to focus there and not on his finger. Grayson could feel Aj's cock starting to throb, but he didn't pull away: he went on, even quicker than before, letting him unload in his mouth. When the throbbing stopped, he took his mouth away, his taste still there, as he swallowed down. A quick glance at Aj's face gave away how much he had enjoyed all of that, while his breath was still coming out quick between the moans he still let out after the orgasm.It was surely a good sight to have Aj under him, still drained from the pleasure he had just given him. The Grayson Waller Effect had definitely struck that time.
Grayson bent down between Aj's legs, his face dangerously near his neck, where he breathed slowly, leaving some kisses over it. It was like that tender skin was calling him and Grayson wanted to leave some hickeys on it; Aj would be on the television only next monday, so the signs would be gone by that day.
Asking for permission was a no no, Aj probably would say no, but it wasn't right to do it either.
Grayson sighed, nervous, sucking for some moments a piece of his flesh, leaving a light hickey on it. He had done it more on the shoulder, so that he could easily hide it, even though he wasn't really sure how Aj would react.
"Did you just...?" Aj looked shocked at him, touching the hickey lightly, not really convinced.
"Sh... noone will see it if you keep a t-shirt over it and until Monday it'll be gone."
Grayson was so sure of himself, as always, but that time Aj trusted him. That evening was simply feeling too good, to ruin it because of a hickey.
"Wait here a moment."
Grayson stood up and went over to his luggage, taking lube and a condom out of it. He always had some with him, and since he didn't really know how experienced the Phenomenal was, the last thing he wanted was to hurt him. He got back on the bed, caressed Aj's face with the free hand, kissing him on the lips.
"If... if you think that it's too much then... we can stop here." Said the Australian, putting his head against the older's forehead. Deep down he hoped he would say no, bu understood if he did.
"Where does this uncertainty come from? Go ahead."
Aj wanted that way too much, so he would never say no, really. A smile appeared on Grayson's lips, so he went between his legs, opening them so that he would be comfortable there. He felt Aj wrap the legs around his waist, taking the bottle of lube in one hand,squeezing out some lube on two fingers, soaking them with it.
At first he tried to get in him with only one, to understand how he would feel, but it slipped in pretty quick, almost without resistance. With a look at Aj, Grayson understood that he was feeling good, it wasn't hurting at all, so he added the second finger. That surely felt a bit more complicated, he probably hadn't been a bottom in a long time. Grayson moved both fingers in and out, slowly, around to help loosen the muscle there. Aj's breath became another time quick, some low moans started to come out of his mouth, while he moved his hips along the fingers which were in him.
Aj intertwined a hand in Grayson's, squeezing it as to make him understand that it was okay, that he could now replace them with the erection he had. Grayson nodded and opened the condom, putting it on, before squeezing a good amount of lube on it. He took his body more near him, bringing his erection at his entrance, finally penetrating him, paying attention not to hurt him. It didn't matter what happened in the ring, but in bed it was totally another feeling.
Being inside the Phenomenal Aj Style felt really good, he could feel him clinging to his cock, Aj started moving his hips against him and Grayson moved in and out him at a fast pace. As soon as he bent down to him to kiss him, he felt he went even deeper than before, but it didn't seem like Aj was in pain. How did that man change him so much between the sheets? In private he had just become a complete different person and that was all thanks to the American who was currently kissing him like his life depended on it.
Aj brought his arms around the younger man's shoulders, scratching them, making Grayson - who loved that - moan a little. All that pounding in him continuously sent shivers through his whole body, his cock was yet another time hard, that man was the first one to ever give him so much emotions during sex, he was so damn special and Aj had understood only now. Aj had got to know another side of Grayson, a much cuter and more protective than he ever was towards him. They came both at the same time, Grayson had started to stroke his cock at the right time, his thrusts had become even quicker, until they then unloaded together. It took Grayson some moments before he got out of him and leaned to his side, smiling satisfied, while he tried to steady his heartbeat.
"You know Aj, you should stay here tonight, it's really late and I don't want you to risk a car accident." Grayson hugged him, with no intention of letting him go. "And what just happened... was simply wonderful."
"I agree, even if I wanted to drive, I bet I couldn't, so I'll stay here."Aj laughed, caressing his hair. "It felt the same for me."
"So mh... What are we after today?" Whispered Grayson in his ear, resting his head on his chest.
"We just had sex and for me it wasn't a one night stand... Boyfriends probably, but we better keep it hidden, at least for now." It wouldn't be that hard, they were on different shows, even if they had a contract under the same company, so the possibilities to be discovered were really low.
"Yeah, secret boyfriends. I'll miss you, you know." Grayson hated to admit it, but it was like that: their schedules were clearly different and their feud finished that same evening, so it would be hard to meet.
"Same goes for me, I'll miss you too, Grayson Waller. Maybe your effect has gotten to me too much."
They both laughed at that and in the end got under the sheets, sleeping together, hugging tight, naked.
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The match against O'reily and Von Wagner that evening had been like hell on earth. Marcel felt sore after it, it was like his body was aching everywhere, even in places he didn't even know they existed. If anything, that match had even been tougher then the one they had against MSK at Halloween Havoc. Msk was formed by way smaller and less powerful wrestler, O'Reily alone had more power than those two, let alone Von Wagner.
At the end of the day Fabian and him won, that was the most important thing: they HAD to win, in order to purify the tag team division, it didn't matter how hard it could be.
"Should we shower quickly and then head home directly after?" Asked Fabian as soon as they were in the locker room. He was tired like Marcel and all he wanted to do was going back home, since they had no other matches that day, but he knew how his Omega hated going back still sweaty.
"It would be better. It won't last long and at home there will be a little surprise." Marcel wanted only the best for his alpha and tag team partner, so he had already thought about cooking a delicious German dinner and prepare a hot bath for them both to relax in, to ease all the soreness and pain they were dealing with.
"Good."
After having showered, dressed and then taken all their things, Marcel and Fabian left the facility together, reaching Fabian's car: it wouldn't take too much time to get back home, since War Games had been held in their town. Marcel hadn't even had the time to sit, that his phone started ringing in his pants. He took it out before finally sinking in the car sit, putting the call on speaker, since the caller was Walter, the head of Imperium, their stable. It wasn't rare for them to get a call from him since he was still in Uk, instead of being permanently in the USA like both of them.
"Fabian, Marcel, I am so proud of you. Today you proved that those tag team titles are okay with you and that they should belong to you. This is only the beginning of the road to the purification of this division. MSK will surely revenge, you already won once against them, you won't lose those titles to them."
The italian and the german looked at each other, smiling: Walter was right and they both knew it. "Thank you Walter. We won't let you down."
They all spoke together some other minutes, until Fabian finally parked their car and they both could get in the house. Home sweet home... They finally had some time off, five days, so they could enjoying staying there.
"Relax on the couch, Fabian, I'll prepare everything and then you can come."
Marcel only wanted to make his alpha feel better and comfortable. It had been really a rough evening, so relaxing was the key at the moment. He didn't wait for him to answer, he simply brought all their things in their bedroom, putting away what didn't need to get washed, leaving their gears in the bags at the moment. In the bathroom he prepared the bath tub, which was big enough for both of them, but his actual plan was to cook while Fabian would enjoy a hot bath, but his alpha would probably convince him to join him, they could eat afterwards.
While the water was flowing, Marcel closed the shutter, setting the lights low, in a romantic atmosphere. They weren't fond of candles, but the lightning in that house was set so, that they could change the colours how they wanted.
"Fabian, come!" Marcel sat on the bed and Fabian reached him after two minutes, following his - not so - little omega in the bathroom.
"Will you take a bath too?" Fabian asked in a soft voice, reaching a hand out to him, to help him stand up.
"I wanted to cook, but I can do it afterwards and bathe with you know." Marcel gladly took his hand, smiling at him.
"I don't want to take a bath all alone. So either now, or after dinner."
They helped each other undressing, no unnecessary touches were given and it was Fabian who sank first into the mild hot water, followed shortly after by Marcel, who cuddled up against Fabian's pectorals, sighing with relief. It feels good to be between his arms, it feels like being safe between the arms of your beloved one. He could simply forget all that happened that day, the tough match they had, literally everyone else, and only think about his alpha being there to support him. Fabian smiled and left him a kiss on the hair, bringing his hands on Marcel's shoulder in an attempt for a massage. He felt like he owed him something for everything Marcel was doing for both of them, but his omega had always said that it was okay, that was his role and if he was happy, then he would be fine.
About half an hour later they decided to get out of the bath tub, the water already cold, but the warmth of their bodies hadn't let the cold get to them. After drying up, Marcel put on a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt, heading downstairs to cook dinner. They had received a package, full of traditional food they couldn't find there in America, from his mother and he finally could cook some things they were missing the most. About half away from finishing, Marcel took off the t-shirt, since it was becoming way too hot for him, staying there only in boxers and an apron with "Pride of Italy" written on it, in a gigantic heart. It had been a gift from Fabian some time ago and since he received it, he had always used it as soon as he had had the chance to cook something, which had been not many times, because of their work as professional wrestlers and their need to be most of the time on the road. Not much after, he felt two strong arms embracing him and bringing him to the chest. Marcel laughed a little, turning his head to be able to look at Fabian.
"Mh, such a great smell, what are you cooking?" Fabian's hands started wandering over the apron, slowly tasting Marcel's pectorals, caressing them carefully, while waiting for his answer.
"Eisbein with Knödel, Kartoffelpuree, Sauerkraut, some vegetables and Weißwurst." Marcel sighed a little as Fabian's hands began moving on his body.
"Everything seems perfect. But I would rather have another type of Wurst." The tone in Fabian's voice was naughty, while one of his hands wandered now under the apron, touching his bare skin softly.
"N-noone said y-you can't have it..." Marcel moaned softly as he set the fires low, so that their dinner wouldn't burn.
"You would never do it, I know it."
Fabian tilted his head up, leaving kisses on his neck, sending shivers down Marcel's spine, who loved when his alpha was paying so much attention to him. Fabian after all loved when Marcel would cook only in underwear and apron, it was easier for him to tease and give him what he wanted. The hand on his pectorals began going slowly down until it reached the fabric of his boxers, tracing the line of them, avoiding purposefully the center of them. Marcel gasped a bit, closing his eyes to focus on his touches, which were already bringing him to heaven. He moaned Fabian's name some times, already hypersensitive, even though the Italian hadn't even started to touch him seriously: he was playing with him, making Marcel desire him even more with each failed touch.
"Fabian... please..."
Marcel wanted, desired more, all that waiting was slowly killing him, but at those words Fabian let him go, crouching down in front of him, taking the head of the boxer between two teeth, taking them down as much as to free his shaft. He took it in a hand, moving it slowly for some moments, before teasing the tip of his erection with the tongue in small circles over it. Marcel had to put his hands on the kitchen counter, feeling the legs already like they were jelly, the moans coming through his lips indicated how much he was enjoying all of that. Soon enough he felt Fabian's mouth all around his erection, giving him a feeling of warmth and it was so damn good. His moans grew louder each minute that passed, until he was at the point of having an orgasm.
"I... I'm coming."
Fabian's pants were starting to feel tight, but he first wanted for Marcel to have an orgasm, then he could return the favor. He paced his head and shortly after Marcel unloaded his semen, a heavy moan leaving his lips. Marcel sat down, his legs not able anymore to sustain him because of how tired he was, plus the orgasm he had just witnessed. Raising his glance at Fabian's pants, Marcel saw the bulge in them, so he got up to kneel on the ground, high enough that his face was exactly in front of the bulge. He moved his hands quickly, taking down the pants and boxers together, letting his erection free. It was now time for him to return the favor, that went beyond saying. He started moving the tongue around his erection, up until the tip were pre cum was already there, he licked it carefully away, while Fabian brought a hand between his hair. Marcel smiled maliciously at him, before wrapping his mouth around it, taking all in. This time it was Fabian who started moaning, setting a certain pace to his movements around his shaft, much to Marcel's agreement. He simply loved when Fabian would dictate the pace at which he had to go, after all he wanted to do everything he could to make his alpha happy, no matter what it could be; up until that moment nothing had been too extreme, Fabian was a really caring alpha and it was probably that, what made Marcel fall so hard in love with him. It didn't take long for Fabian to have an orgasm too and in the end he helped his omega to stand back up and finish cooking.
"Thank you for everything, Marcel. I love you." Fabian kissed him on the forehead, smiling.
"I love you too, Fabian." Marcel smiled too. -
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Una perla
Titolo: Una perla
Conteggio Parole: 152
Link: #entry453797575
Prompt: 02. Perla
Tag: Fluff
Note: "Questa storia partecipa alla Wanderers' Journey del forum Piume d'Ottone"
ShadowIce guardò in direzione di Umbrella, il drago pearlcatcher di cui si era innamorato da quando era entrato a far parte di quel bizzarro clan: i suoi colori cobnalto, nero e viola le davano un aspetto accattivante che a lui piaceva moltissimo. Forse dopotutto era stata proprio lei il motivo per cui si era unita a loro. ShadowIce voleva sperare di avere una speranza con lei, la quale lo aveva notato anche fin troppo, ma entrambi sembravano troppo timidi per provare ad esprimere i loro sentimenti.
- Questa perla sarà perfetta per Umbrella! Devo solo trovare il coraggio di andare da lei e di regalarlela. -
Pensò ShadowIce mentre raccoglieva con cura quella che aveva trovato: era bella pulita, bianca e luccicante. A Umbrella sarebbe sicuramente piaciuta moltissimo. Prese la perla delicatamente tra le zampe, tornando in volo al loro clan: non vedeva l'ora di trovare Umbrella e di riuscire a darlela! -
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Osservando il tramonto assieme
Titolo: Osservando il tramonto assieme
Conteggio Parole: 190
Link:
Prompt: 49. Tramonto
Tag: Fluff
Note: "Questa storia partecipa alla Wanderers' Journey del forum Piume d'Ottone"
"Ti porto in un posto particolare, Miky, chiudi gli occhi."
Jankos era riuscito a convincere il compagno a salire in macchina e ora dove andavano doveva essere assolutamente un segreto finché non sarebbero arrivati. Teufelsberg - il colle del diavolo - era una delle colline che più gli piaceva e quel giorno sembrava perfetto per andare a vedere il tramonto là sopra.
Da quel punto di Berlino, si poteva vedere l'intera città, mentre il tramonto era uno tra i più mozzafiato che Marcin avesse mai visto; portarci quindi Miky era d'obbligo.
"Teufelsberg...?"
Chiese il support quando gli fu permesso di riaprire gli occhi: davanti a lui si estendeva la città di Berlino, incorniciata da un tramonto completamente privo di nuvole. Okay, doveva ammettere che la vista in quel momento era davvero mozzafiato.
"Questo posto è così bello in questo momento, non lo puoi negare!"
Marcin non aspettò una risposta, si avvicinò al fidanzato e gli portò le braccia ai fianchi, prima di baciarlo con passione, i leggeri raggi solari che baciavano il suo viso e quello di Miky a incorniciare quella bellissima scena e quel momento così bello e perfetto. -
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La nascita del suo quirk
Titolo: La nascita del suo quirk
Conteggio Parole:
Link:
Prompt: 50. Ghiaccio
Tag: Generale
Note: "Questa storia partecipa alla Wanderers' Journey del forum Piume d'Ottone"
Il suo quirk si era manifestato all'improvviso, un giorno di dicembre, qualche giorno prima del suo secondo compleanno: l'acqua che stava bevendo da un bicchiere si era congelata senza che lei lo volesse.
Non era facile convivere con un quirk simile: con la manipolazione del ghiaccio Anika faticava a sentire il freddo, il che non era una buona cosa durante l'inverno. Anika però amava il suo quirk e, anche se non lo sapeva ancora controllare bene, si divertiva molto a manipolarlo in varie sculture di piccole dimensioni. Le era utile se si faceva male e in poco tempo provava sollievo. Ora che sarebbe andata alla Yuuei, sarebbe riuscita a controllarlo, a sfruttarlo a suo favore e a divertirsi con esso, ma senza esagerare. Anika era grata di essere riuscita ad essere accettata in una scuola famosa come la Yuuei, scuola che anche i suoi genitori eroi, avevano frequentato a loro volta anni prima e all'interno delle quali mura, si erano innamorati per sempre l'uno dell'altra. -
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Amico, ma nemico
Titolo: Amico ma nemico
Conteggio Parole: 100
Link:
Prompt: 35. Deserto
Tag: Generale
Note: "Questa storia partecipa alla Wanderers' Journey del forum Piume d'Ottone"
Paul sapeva benissimo che il deserto di Arrakis non era affatto come quello del suo pianeta natio. Quel deserto era molto pericoloso per vari motivi: faceva sempre troppo caldo, la quantità di Spezia era molto alta e - senza le dovute precauzioni - le conseguenze per il fisico potevano essere brutali.
In quel posto poi vivevano vermi giganti, fino a 300 metri, molto pericolosi, quindi essere al sicuro lì non era affatto contemplato.
Paul osservò la madre per qualche attimo, prima di tornare ad osservare la distesa di sabbia davanti a loro: dovevano continuare a camminare danzando, o sarebbero morti. -
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Un dolce per la sua dolce metà
Titolo:Un dolce per la sua dolce metà
Conteggio Parole: 170
Link:
Prompt: 28. Dolce
Tag: Fluff
Note: "Questa storia partecipa alla Wanderers' Journey del forum Piume d'Ottone"
Il dolce era finalmente in forno: Caps controllò per l'ennesima volta che la temperatura fosse giusta, prima di andare a rilassarsi sul divano. Lui non poteva certamente considerarsi un mastro pasticcere, né tantomeno un bravo cuoco, però i dolci gli riuscivano particolarmente bene. Il suo lavoro da gamer professionista non gli dava molto tempo per dedicarsi a quel passatempo, ma quel giorno in particolare lo aveva trovato: era il compleanno di Wunder, il suo ragazzo. Caps si era impegnato così tanto che il piano di lavoro era ricoperto interamente di farina, sembrava un campo di battaglia, ma avrebbe messo in ordine più tardi: si meritava una pausa e la torta doveva cuocere e riposare almeno un'ora e mezza.
Quel tempo gli sembrò infinito, ma quando finalmente il timer suonò e si fiondò a prenderla fuori, Caps si sentì soddisfatto: il dolce aveva il colore giusto e con un po' di glassa alla fragola sopra alla forma a cuore, la cui base era di cioccolato, la torta sarebbe stata semplicemente perfetta. -
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The lanter, please!?
Fandom: LOL
Personaggi: Thresh
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Prompt Concept-mese: Genshin Impact - Lanterna
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Dolci kawaii 
Fandom: Originali
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Wordcount: 2000 parole
Missione e prompt: #3 – Qualcosa di dolce -
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Schwarzwaldtorte
La giornata della donna si avvicinava sempre di più e Wunder e Caps la passavano come se fosse una giornata dedicata agli omega. Rasmus non si sentiva offeso in nessun modo quel giorno, Martin lo trattava come un piccolo re, anche se succedeva letteralmente ogni giorno.
Martin di sicuro non poteva dirsi un grande cuoco, da quando giocava lì ai G2 aveva un cuoco personale della squadra, quindi procacciarsi il cibo era letteralmente l'ultimo dei suoi problemi.
Quel giorno era libero per tutti, ma Martin aveva incastrato Rasmus a fare qualcosa con gli altri, mentre lui aveva inventato la scusa di avere mal di testa e non volersi muovere dalla Gaming House. Si era già messo d'accordo il giorno prima con gli altri che avrebbero tenuto occupato il suo fidanzato per tutto il corso della giornata, evitando il supermercato dove sarebbe andato lui, in modo da non rischiare di incontrali. Wunder aveva una missione ed era andare a fare la spesa per prendere gli ingredienti per la Schwarzwald Torte, una delle preferite tedesche di Caps.
La voleva preparare per il giorno dopo, dato che avrebbero festeggiato quella che per loro era diventata una vera e propria ricorrenza, ma non era molto sicuro di come gli sarebbe riuscita. Sperava per lo meno che risultasse minimamente commestibile, o che Rasmus avrebbe apprezzato il pensiero. Da piccolo aveva ben aiutato la madre a preparare qualche torta, ma erano tutte relativamente semplici e la maggior parte del lavoro lo faceva lei, non lui.
Martin uscì almeno un paio d'orette dopo rispetto agli altri e si diresse al supermercato. Nella mano teneva un foglio su cui si era scritto cosa doveva comprare, nell'altra mano prese invece il carrello.
"Vediamo... sei uova medie, cinquecento grammi di cioccolato fondente, zucchero, lievito in polvere, farina, burro, amido di mais, ciliege e panna liquida."
Più guardava le dosi che gli sarebbero servite, più si chiedeva per quante persone sarebbe uscita quella torta: di sicuro avrebbero potuto mangiarne una fetta anche i loro compagni, coach compresi. Impiegò un totale di una trentina di minuti per trovare tutti gli ingredienti che gli servivano, ma appena fu fuori dal supermercato si sentì felice e appagato. Ora che ci pensava... loro avevano uno chef personale, perché non chiedeva aiuto a lui? Non doveva fargli l'intera torta, ma un aiutino qua e là non sarebbe stato male.
No, non poteva assolutamente abbassarsi a fare una cosa simile: doveva impegnarsi lui, dall'inizio alla fine, a farla e finirla. Non poteva essere poi così complicato, no?
Appena tornò alla Gaming House, quella era vuota proprio come avrebbe dovuto essere, portò la spesa nella cucina sofisticata che avevano, iniziando a cercare ciò che gli sarebbe servito, controllando sul cellulare la ricetta. Un coltello grande per sminuzzare grossolanamente il cioccolato fondente, gli strumenti per la cottura a bagnomaria, cucchiaio di legno, planetaria dotata di frusta, frusta elettrica, una tortiera di ventiquattro centimetri, spatola e un colino a maglie strette. Avere uno di chef di fama mondiale a cucinare per loro era assolutamente comodo, anche perché tra allenamenti singoli, scrims, partite vere e proprie, nonché riunioni, loro stessi non avevano di certo il tempo di mettersi a cucinare qualcosa. Un altro conto era prepararsi la colazione, ma quello non richiedeva troppo sforzo e nel frigorifero o nei ripiani trovavano sempre qualcosa che andasse bene da mangiare per iniziare bene la giornata.
Dopo aver disposto il necessario sul piano da lavoro e preso fuori tutti gli ingredienti dalle borse, appoggiò il cellulare vicino a sé, aperto sulla pagina della ricetta di quella torta. Vi erano tanti passaggi da fare, ma sperava che non sarebbero stati troppo complessi, o non gli sarebbe riuscita mai e poi mai.
"Allora devo iniziare dalla preparazione della base al cioccolato. Tritare quindi i 140 grammi di cioccolato fondente, in modo abbastanza grossolano."
Prese anche la bilancia, spezzando con facilità la tavoletta di cioccolato, per poterla così pesare e infine, sul tagliere iniziò a tritarlo come era detto sulla ricetta, senza farlo troppo fino. Quel primo passo almeno gli era riuscito e non era stato nemmeno troppo complicato. Sui fuochi mise una pentola con acqua, dove pose anche la bastardella e il cioccolato che poco prima aveva tritato, in modo da riuscire a farlo sciogliere a bagnomaria. Nel frattempo pesò 75 grammi di burro, che andò ad aggiuingere al cioccolato e fece sciogliere anche esso, mescolando costantemente con il cucchiaio in legno. A quel punto quella prima parte della ricetta era fatta, doveva solamente far intiepidire il composto che aveva appena creato, quindi tolse la pentola e poi la bastardella.
"Ora bisogna prendere la planetaria, dividere i tuorli dai bianchi e aggiungere 90 grammi di zucchero semolato ai sei tuorli, okay."
Già a quel punto le cose si fecero più complicate: non aveva idea di cose si facesse a dividere i tuorli dai bianchi e di certo le sue mani grandi non aiutavano nell'intento. Riuscì a dover sul serio usare solo sei uova, ma dovette perdere un sacco di tempo a togliere pezzi di guscio d'uovo che erano finiti assieme ai tuorli. Quella era un'impresa quasi impossibile, ma armato di pazienza alla fine ne uscì lui vincitore. Pesare i 90 grammi di zucchero fu decisamente più facile, inserendoli poi nella planetaria assieme ai tuorli. A quel punto la azionò, controllando bene di smettere appena il composto che ne uscì risultò chiaro e schiumoso. Tirò un sospiro di sollievo e si passò un braccio sulla fronte, asciugandosi il sudore. Non faceva nemmeno troppo caldo, ma gli sembrava di star sudando sette camicie per quella ricetta.
Appena il composto di cioccolato fu tiepido, lo unì a quello che aveva appena creato, facendo girare ancora la frusta della planetaria, finché il tutto non risultò bello uniforme. A quel punto dovette prendere lo scolino e setacciare la farina, che andò a aggiungere a poco a poco nella planetaria, seguita poi dall'amido di mais e il lievito. Alla fine di tutto quello, il composto risultava liscio e compatto, proprio come avrebbe dovuto essere. Dovette spostarsi dove aveva messo la frusta elettrica, così da poter montare a neve gli albumi che aveva messo da parte poco prima e, appena furono bianchi e spumosi, vi aggiunse i restanti 90 grammi di zucchero.
"Ora devo mescolare gli albumi montati a neve nell'impasto al cioccolato, con movimenti dal basso verso l'alto, in modo da non smontarlo e per così ammorbidire l'impasto."
Guardò quanti passi gli mancavano ancora e sospirò appena: era una torta per il suo omega, era il minimo, ma stava veramente per impazzire e non aveva iniziato da molto. Era a malapena all'undicesimo passaggio e gliene mancavano ancora ventotto.
Si rimboccò le maniche e, con molta attenzione, amalgamò i due composti, con movimenti dal basso verso l'alto, finché non furono un tutt'uno, liscio, privo di grumi, ma soprattutto spumoso. A quel punto infarinò appena la tortiera e vi versò l'impasto, livellandolo infine con una spatola, prima di metterlo in forno statico preriscaldato e a 180°, mettendo il timer sui 50 minuti. Si sedette per qualche minuto su una delle sedie lì presenti, sospirando pesantemente: aveva a malapena avuto il tempo di preparare la base e già si sentiva sfinito, nemmeno giocare 24 ore di fila lo avrebbe sfinito così tanto. Si prese una decina di minuti di pausa, per poi alzarsi e iniziare a denocciolare le ciliege, lasciandone una ventina intere, ponendole una dopo l'altra in una padella ampia anti aderente. Le lasciò lì dentro, misurando lo zucchero e l'estratto di ciliegia, che aggiunse poco dopo alle ciliege. Accese il fuoco sotto la padelle e le lasciò a saltare, almeno finché non uscì lo sciroppo. Lentamente tutto stava venendo, molto stranamente, ma non si poteva mai sapere cosa sarebbe potuto andare storto.
"Martin, sei rientrato, sì? Lo teniamo ancora occupato, ma è per essere sicuro!"
Jankos lo aveva chiamato solo per quello, quando sarebbe bastato un semplice messaggio, ma Wunder sospirò, mentre rispondeva.
"Sì, ho anche iniziato a preparare la torta. Se potete stare fuori almeno altre due ore non sarebbe male come idea. Giusto per essere sicuri."
Dopo quello non avrebbe dovuto metterci molto tempo, però mentre parlava iniziò a sentire un certo leggero profumo di bruciato... Imprecò a bassa voce, mentre con il mestolo di legno spostava le ciliege, notando che alcune si erano bruciate.
"Senti Marcin, non ho altro tempo da perdere a parlare, se mi servisse altro tempo mi faccio vivo io, ciao."
Chiuse la chiamata in fretta e furia, togliendo la padella dal fuoco, sospirando appena: non aveva altre ciliege, le aveva finite quasi tutte e non gli andava di certo di andare al supermercato un'altra volta. Buttò via le poche che effettivamente si erano rovinate e le altre le mise invece in un recipiente a raffreddare. Quando finalmente il timer del forno suonò, con una presina la tirò fuori, prendendo uno stuzzicadenti per controllare se fosse cotta. Dato che ne uscì asciutto, la lasciò a raffreddare. Non sembrava essere male, il profumo che emanava era molto buono, quindi sperava che non sarebbe diventata una cosa oscena alla fine.
Tagliò la base in tre dischi di altezza più o meno uguale, cercando un piatto da portata molto carino, posandovi sopra il primo disco, cercando di non romperlo. Con un cucchiaio spalmò del succo di ciliegia sul disco, prendendo infine un po' delle ciliegie, che sparse sul disco.
Tornò alla planetaria, lavandone il contenitore, così da poter preparare la crema chantilly, unendo il litro di panna fresca agli 80 grammi di zucchero a velo, montandola fino a farla diventare un composto schiumoso.
Versò quindi un terzo della crema sul primo strato di impasto e ciliege, livellando il tutto con una spatola, anche tutto intorno. Finito quello, si accinse a prendere anche il secondo disco e lo mise sopra al primo, ripetendo il passaggio dello sciroppo, delle ciliege e la crema chantilly. Prendendo in mano l'ultimo disco, esso gli si ruppe a metà in mano, ma in qualche modo Martin ce la fece a metterlo sopra tutto, aggiustandolo assieme alla bene e meglio, tanto alla fine sarebbe stato coperto tutto dal cioccolato e dalla crema. Ricoprì infine tutto per bene con la chantilly, tenendone da parte un po'. Alla fine prese altri 100 grammi di cioccolato fondente, ammorbidendolo appena, mettendolo 4 secondi nel forno a microonde, per poi grattuggiarlo. In quel modo riuscì a formare dei riccioli che con un cucchiaio li mise tutto attorno alla circonferenza. Fece la stessa cosa con altri 150 grammi di cioccolato fondente, che questa volta invece mise in cima alla torta, nel centro di essa, lasciando qualche centimetro dal bordo.
Ormai la torta era quasi pronta e ormai si poteva dire soddisfatto: aveva avuto qualche problema a fare tutto quello, però sperava che fosse davvero tutto buono. Per essere stata la prima volta beh, non era andata poi così tanto male, anche se preferiva lasciare il cucinare al loro cuoco di fiducia, piuttosto che dover darsi lui da fare. Tra World of Warcraft e League of Legends non aveva proprio il tempo di mettersi anche a imparare sul serio a fare quello. Dovette cercare una sac-à-poche, dove mise la crema chantilly e decorò quindi il bordo che aveva lasciato libero e alla fine vi mise sopra anche le ciliege intere che aveva tenuto da parte. Alla fine si allontanò dal banco di lavoro e osservò il suo capolavoro: era venuto bene tutto sommato, ora doveva solamente metterlo nel frigorifero ed era tutto finito, a parte il mettere tutto a posto ciò che aveva usato, ovviamente.
La portò con attenzione al frigorifero che aveva aperto poco prima, lasciandola lì dentro. Richiuse lo sportello e sospirò soddisfatto: ora si sentiva bene con se stesso, era riuscito a fare qualcosa per Caps, anche gli altri ne avrebbero mangiata una fetta e poi il giorno dopo avrebbero avuto la giornata completamente per loro due, completamente soli soletti.Fandom: League of Legends RPF
Personaggi: Wunder, Jankos
Genere: Fluff
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Wordcount: 2000 parole
Missione e prompt: #2 – Ricetta -
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Sharing is important
"Ehi Tristan, ne vuoi un po' anche tu?"
I giocatori dei TSM avevano deciso di passare una giornata al luna park e in quel momento POE e Spica erano seduti su una panchina mentre il sole baciava i loro volti, la gente passava costantemente davanti a loro, nell'aerea vi era il tipico odore dolciastro di qualche leccornia e alle loro orecchie arrivavano urla eccitate o spaventate da diverse attrazioni. Spica aveva preso un bastone di zucchero a velo, Tristan niente, gli altri erano ancora in fila.
"Ti ringrazio, Spica-sensei."
Ne prese un solo morso, non troppo grande: era squisito.Fandom: League of Legends RPF
Personaggi: POE, Spica
Genere: Fluff
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Wordcount: 100 parole
Missione e prompt: #5 – Luna Park -
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Lunapark with you
Andare al luna park era una bella esperienza per Pyosik e ora che aveva un fidanzato era ancora meglio. Ci andavano volentieri assieme quando avevano il giorno libero e non gli andava di restare tutto il giorno nella loro Gaming House. Le persone di solito li riconoscevano, ma riuscivano anche ad avere la loro privacy, soprattutto quando salivano sulla ruota panoramica. Quella era la sua attrazione preferita: quando erano in cima potevano vedere il resto del luna park e potevano baciarsi un po', soprattutto verso sera, al tramonto. Era quello il suo momento preferito per salirci: l'atmosfera era fantastica.Fandom: League of Legends RPF
Personaggi: Pyosik
Genere: Fluff
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Wordcount: 100 parole
Missione e prompt: #5 – Luna Park -
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Un pupazzo per amore
"Papà, papà! Voglio quell'orsacchiotto gigante! Lo vinci per me?"
Angél Matej era stato portato dai genitori al luna park che avevano organizzato lì a Berlino per Carnevale: indossava un costume da piccolo dalmata e lo adorava. Quando a uno dei chioschetti dove si doveva sparare a delle lattine aveva notato un orso polare enorme, gli occhi gli erano diventati grandi grandi: lo doveva assolutamente avere.
"A te l'onore, querido. Sei tu che usi i marksman."
Ocelote ridacchiò spingendo in avanti Luka, mentre prendeva in braccio il piccoletto e si mettevano a lato di Perkz, osservando come tirava. Di certo per lui non era poi così facile: una cosa era usare - come aveva detto Carlos - dei campioni che erano marksman, tutt'altra era sparare nella vita reale con un fucile giocattolo. Non voleva vedere la delusione sul volto del figlioletto, quindi fece un respiro profondo prima di sparare alcuni colpi e far cadere tutti i barattoli.
"Complimenti, potete scegliere uno qualsiasi di questi peluches molto grandi, o più di uno di quelli piccoli."
La donna sorrise alla coppietta e al bambino che, tutto eccitato, continuò a indicare l'orso polare con un dito.
"Grazie papà, ti voglio bene!"Fandom: League of Legends RPF
Personaggi: Perkz, Ocelote, Angél Matej
Genere: Fluff
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Wordcount: 200 parole
Missione e prompt: #5 – Luna Park
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