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The summer of 2004 where wheat and rice fields sounded wonderful, the sky looked mesmerizing, it shined dimmed light on the green fields, and that made Childe look at them even more.
"Hey, you enjoying the field trip?" His red eyes rolled off by itself, and he sat down in a careless way. Dottore, his rotten friend said with a bored face. "Grasses and wooden houses..." He scratched his head, Childe sighed, "It's fun to sightsee, you're just bad."
Dottore looked at him, then tapped his shoulders, "Sure, Granddad." He immediately left, and walked down the aisle of the bus.
He sighed again, sightseeing is not bad. Apparently after this long ride, they'll go to onsens, or saunas. It's not that bad.
Childe looked back from his seat, of course, there was a lot that joined this field trip because Mr. Pulcinella will be giving grades for those that will join. There was Venti, Rosalyne, Dottore, Jean, Ei, Yae Miko, the quiet kid, the twins and people Childe hadn't heard of.
Childe sighed.
They arrived at their motels which were next to an onsen, everyone packed their bags in and were ready to rest — is what their teachers thought.
Childe's roommates were Dottore, Rosalyne, and... the quiet kid. "Hey, what the hell's your name?" Dottore asked, the purple haired quiet boy could only lower his gaze further down. He tapped his glasses that were about to fall down, his entire body trembled, which Childe saw as odd. " -s..scar..a..m-mo..uch..—e....?" He nodded, then looked at Childe with an ecstatic smile and eyes.
Childe's body hair raised on their own. His eyes widened a little bit, and that small reaction made the boy avoid Childe's gaze. His hand gripped his cross body bag even tighter.
After that small conversation, they settled in. They fixed their setup — Alcohol and some edibles.
Childe could only look at the couple with disappointment in his eyes. "I swear to the beloved Tsaritsa..." Rosalyne chuckled at him, "Come on, Kid. It's been a while since we got drunk."
He sighed, and sat down on the floor. He watched in boredom as Dottore and Rosalyne had their deep talks while intoxicated, their other roommate joined him.
Childe swore... he could feel stares at him, "Hey, other kid. Don't snitch, I'll hunt your entire family." He immediately stood up and grabbed something to drink.
He took shots while staring outside, although their window was closed, he still tried to sight see the stars and the moon.
He drank until he ended up laying down on a bunk bed, his eyes threatened to close. This was seriously... bad , but he knew Dottore and Rosalyne, they were too smart to get caught. As to the... other guy.. he shrugged his shoulders.
It was dark in the room, the only light that he could see was the lights outside. He groaned, random migraines started kicking in. The door opened, then the lock of the door clicked. Childe sat on the bed, he massaged his forehead without giving a care to the odd locking of the door.
Then suddenly, someone sat beside him, and hesitantly touched his shoulder. They tapped him, and he looked over to his shoulder. Another hand grabbed his face and the next thing he felt was dried lips.
The kiss was.. horrible, he tried pushing the person away, but he felt something melting in his mouth. Shit... an edible.
Now, as much as he liked messing around with hard stuff alcohol, he never ever liked edibles, he never tried them and will never try them, which was now changed.
Childe was pushed down on the bed, his eyes looked lazy, now he was laying down, in his perspective, the light from outside was strong. The light helped him distinguished the person on of him, and it was... the quiet kid... the purple haired.. guy.. Scaramouche.
The boy's eyes were filled with tears, they were starting to look red, and yet he smiled, despite him almost crying. " i.. love you... hahahahahahaah..... can you.. l-look at me now?.. childe.. " He murmured as he forcefully opened Childe's palm to wrap it around his. He held Childe's hand, and tightened his grip.
Scaramouche sniffed, heart eyes almost forming in his eyes as he stared at Childe. Childe could not even move, his entire surroundings shook, everything was green, his eyes were green.
" ajax... ajax, right?.. i love you.. i love you, i love you i love you i love you i love you i love — please... please, i love you ." Scaramouche grabbed Childe's other hand and placed it on his chest, " can you.. can you hear my heart beating???? its loud right?? i love you thats why... "
He then grabbed Childe's face and kissed him again. The kiss was horrible, but he couldn't push him away. Scaramouche sat on his lower half, and started humping slowly. He let his grip on Childe's hand go, and touched himself instead.
He moaned softly, he sniffed a lot, and fixed his face a lot. His body trembled, and Childe.. could only watch.
Childe's eyes drifted away, his strength completely gone, but he tried getting the boy off. He groaned, he was getting hard from this, shit .
Scaramouche touched his neck, then down to his chest, until he reached the end of his shirt. He took it off with a struggle, his small chest made a little bounce, Childe's eyes widened in surprise.
The boy's ribs were almost visible, his torso was small, but it was covered in bruises, scars, and cuts. Childe's hand gripped the boy's shoulder, and the heart in his eyes worsened, “ hahahahahahahahahahaha, you- you f-finally tou-touched me! you love me? i love oyu too i love you more i love oyu most i love you i love you i love you i love you i lve oyu i love oyu” He whispered as he grabbed the hand that gripped his shoulder, and rubbed it on his chest.
As his body trembled, he guided Childe’s hand around his breast, he lifted Childe’s finger and rubbed it on his nipple, teasing it a bit. Scaramouche moaned softly, yet tried to keep quiet, considering how Rosalyne and Dottore might bang on the door anytime. He grabbed Childe’s other hand and slowly brought it down, and put it inside his shorts, Childe could only groan…
He’s.. wet.
Childe did not dare to move, he was stunt by the movements and actions that were now happening without his consent, the electric fan’s noises and the boy on top of him made everything worse.
Scaramouche humped Childe’s hand, and when it was not enough, he kneeled on top of him to take off his shorts and underwear. Slick dripped down from Scaramouche’s slit to his thighs, Childe watched as he hesitantly presented himself. The boy fixed his hair and face, he laughed silently, “th-this is.. embarrassing… i’m sorry, a-a-a-ajax. .”
With his shorts and underwear gone in the way, Scaramouche tied Childe’s hands behind his back with a rope he brought with him, as he tied Childe’s hands, he murmured sorry’s and he teared up.
After he tied Childe, he closed his eyes forcefully and kissed Childe on the lips again, although this time, it lasted for a solid 30 seconds. Childe couldn’t do anything, but let the boy make out with him. Scaramouche seemed to enjoy every single second of it, he moaned and circled his fingers around the tent on Childe’s pants, Childe.. however wanted everything to just stop, but he couldn’t put an end to it.
His shaft felt stuffed in his pants, and it hurt a bit, and Scaramouche must’ve noticed it. He smiled at him, his mouth twitched oddly, he kissed Childe once more, then slowly went down, he kissed everything, until he reach the end of Childe’s black t-shirt. He lifted it, and giggled as he placed small kisses on Childe’s abs, he sucked them and went lower.
He was now on Childe’s pants, Scaramouche’s eyes begged, he tried hard, “Sto…p…” Childe looked away with a sigh. Scaramouche’s fingers twitched, he placed them around Childe’s pants, and opened the buttons, then he put his hands around Childe’s hips to support himself as he unzipped Childe’s pants using his teeth.
Childe’s boner sprang out, and Scaramouche did not waste any time, he put it out making Childe groan a bit because of the cold air. The boy tried to jerk it off using his one hand only, but Childe… was really big, so he had to use both his hands. “Shit..” He jerked it whilst looking at Childe with love and affection not only in his eyes, but also on his actions, and facial expression.
Childe looked at him with horror in his eyes, he could only gulp and hope for it to just stop, for everything to just freeze and someone, or something to save him.
Everything worsened, Scaramouche rolled his tongue out and dropped spit, “ do-does… your.. head hurt..? ” He grinned, although to Childe, it looked like he.. looked desperate and forcefully did it. Shit.
Scaramouche kissed Childe’s head like a child while his hands moved up and down slowly, Childe lifted his head up and stopped his groans from coming out, instead he panted, "Why are you doing...- mgh, fuck...!"
"..Rosaly—" Before he could even finish her name, Scaramouche gripped his shaft and looked at him deadly in the eyes, "dont you dare.. yell that bitch's name."
"Stop.. you fucking psycho." Childe started struggling, he tried unravelling the tie around his hands, but he couldn't. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Shit.. stop it! Fuck!" He half-yelled, despite his struggling and yelling, he couldn’t stop Scaramouche’s decision.
He sucked Childe off eagerly, he was happy to serve the love of his life, although his blowing was bad, he still tried to take it all the way. He choked, his eyes rolled at the back of his throat, and he let go with a satisfied moan, but a worried look, “please dont come yet…”
His stomach trembled as he lean upwards with Childe’s dick in his hand, he smiled desperately, he rubbed Childe's dick on his clit, “Wait… no! Shit, shit, shit! Fuck! You fucking—!” he watched as Childe’s cock sunk inside of him.
The boy held his filled stomach with euphoric feeling at the moment, his eyes widened, he smiled, oh so widely, "a.. a perfect fit... ajax.. ajax! i love oyu!" Scaramouche then laughed, and rode Childe as fast as he could. Childe looked at him, also with widened eyes, horror and fear danced in them. despite the fucked up situation, the clenching of Scaramouche's walls aroused him, Childe closed his eyes and looked away.
It was like his strength was sucked away, "Stop..! Shit... If you.. continue, I will—"
Scaramouche fixed Childe's hair, both of them were sweating, his eyes rolled at the back of his head, he bit his lips, "come... come.. come.. please? please.. come inside.." He chanted those words with a big grin on his face. Everything was overwhelming, it was like time stopped, the world stopped revolving, everything stopped, but everything also felt fast.
Everything was accelerating, and Childe's head was spinning. His knuckles tightened behind his back, and he looked away, desperately trying to find help, or someone.. to just.. save him, but his surroundings was dark, and he couldn't hear Rosalyne and Dottore's noises anymore, all.. he could hear.. was their moans. His groans wasn't held back anymore, he was also thrusting as the boy on top of him rode him with no fear at all.
Then, he closed his eyes hard, Scaramouche noticed it, and rode him like there was no tomorrow. Childe bit his lips, and thrust upwards, he was close. Scaramouche giggled as he moaned louder than last time, he could feel Childe pulsating inside him, and the last thrust, liquid came bursting inside him. Scaramouche's body trembled, so much shaking, his eyes rolled at the back of his head, it was his first time getting filled, and he made the most of it.
He grabbed Childe's hand, and placed it on his stomach, he smiled, giggling, "l-let's.. build a.. family.. hap-ppy... family, aj-ajax.." His tears dropped down, and Childe finally looked at him. He looked immediately on his hand that touched the boy's stomach, the horror and fear inside him worsened, his mouth was wide open, and Scaramouche took this opportunity to kiss him.
Childe's eyes never blinked, he was now scared, and he just wanted to go back when everything was still playing and everything was alright. Scaramouche looked at him, his smile didn't waver this time, "you need to love me now, right?... daddy?"