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January, 2083. (About a year and a half before Asher’s enrolment in the Zenuas Police Academy.) Is it better to be an Esper or a Guide? I was a sixteen-year-old Junior at High School and all my classmates were asking themselves that question. Everyone was one or the other, and going online could happen at any age between now and eighteen. Which option was better? Twenty years ago the answer would’ve been easy, but now… Lights on. I was staring at a 3D-rendered space and an anime b
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I want to write another piece of gay fiction but can't pin my inspiration down. So what do you all WANT to read more of??? As a starting point. High school, college, older? Fluff or angst? Psychological? What are the gay fics you get excited about reading the most? A lot of smut? 50/50 smut? Or rare smut? Just any ideas, anything at all will help me.
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Thanks for reading everyone! A few people got pissed off when I posted this elsewhere because the villain got the happy ending. I like to subvert things sometimes, which is also what this genre-twisting fic basically was.
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Chapter 10 of 10 Right now I feel like the dumb bitch heroine at the end of her fake American movie. She meets her perfect man (and doesn't grab for him desperately ‘cause the bitch obviously has better options than a gay man), then she goes through the movie's complication, climax and end. The happy ending, the sun setting gold on the horizon. Everything is right, well, and the primary goal of life is achieved. Happiness. Life is a game, and the aim of the game is either wealth, true love
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Chapter 9 of 10 Quiet bliss. I stared widely at the ceiling, Seth hiding his face in my neck, half on top of me and still panting. Those violent urges, the delicious inclination of a straight boy to be sexually dominant. Slut. Whore. Slave. I wriggled in delight. Seth stiffened, still not looking up. Was that… shame? I could feel it clear as day now, he was not moving or talking for shame. I scowled. "I'm sorry," he said. "What?" "I'm sorry." "I heard you!" Turning my f
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Chapter 8 of 10 When Seth forced open the door he looked wild and bestial. I blinked, taken aback. He turned around and walked into his house briskly, silently demanding that I follow. It was like he was angry – excitement flickered in me as I closed the front door, already getting hard. My bottle of lube was in my back pocket. Following Seth to his room I was pleased to notice that he'd started showering again, he smelt like soap and a sexy sports deodorant. Lashing out he gripped my neck
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Chapter 7 of 10 As the week dragged by I continued to wear Seth down. I could tell he was getting worse, and not just because I was taking the time to study him. His face was pale, baggy, he was sleep-deprived, he moved around school like a sleepwalker, his hair was a mess, but it was those eyes that really made it clear to me. Those beautiful hazel eyes darted around like furious trapped flies. When he looked at me his eyes seemed intensely sad, as if each new time I'd punched him or some
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Chapter 6 of 10 "Oh my God that was fucking incredible…" Seth panted up at the ceiling, forearm over his face. Maybe hiding himself out of embarrassment. By then I'm lying on his bed beside him, my face against his sheet. Eyes glued on him, watching. "I'm glad I made you happy," I answered him honestly. "Shit, where did you learn to do that?" "I don't know. I've been with guys before." I thought for a moment, eyes still on the side of his face not hidden from me. "You bring
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Chapter 5 of 10 Seth's house doesn't look as nice as mine. There was a rusted shed to the side, a sloping, unpainted picket fence and an assortment of broken trash lined up at the edges. His parents were still married but they couldn't decide who should be mowing the overgrown lawn. As I followed Seth through the tangling weeds – them itching the skin above my socks and ankles – I wondered if that was the secret to a happy marriage. His family were slobs. I followed him up the steps c
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Chapter 4 of 10 In class I was crossing my legs, trying to stifle my boner with little result. I kept thinking about what I'd done with Seth at the party on Sunday – how fun it'd been. How much I wanted to do it again. I considered asking Seth if he'd let me come over to his house. It was a no-go at mine. I'd be fine with going for it in the school toilets (he made me horny enough) but Seth would obviously never oblige, the scaredy-straight boy that he was. As our stocky bespectacled
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Chapter 3 of 10 Ritualistic devil worship is something I've always wanted to try. The kind of group séance where you hold hands and sacrifice a virgin – or in our case probably a small animal – all for the glory of Satan. Satan encourages us to give ourselves over to our most basic desires, because ultimately we are all just animals. Dirty, horny, miserable animals. I like Satan. My friends don't. No matter how many times I tried to get the girls to join me in contacting spirits, usin
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It's the momsters fault!
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Chapter 2 of 10 He led me by the hand over to the spruce tree in front of my house, I tried to pretend I didn't know it was because he wanted no one to see us. His hand felt warm in mine, like butter. Seth pulled me in front of him and I watched him frown, expression deliberating. "I do want to date you, Troy." The confession was quiet, like he was admitting something sinister. "And yeah, okay, we don't have to tell anyone." Even though that fact was only supposed to make it easier fo
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Part Two: Troy Henderson - love is bad - "The night is darkening round me, the wild winds coldly blow; but a tyrant spell has bound me, and I cannot, cannot go." - Emily Bronte Chapter 1 of 10 Hurrying about town I went back and forth, zigzagging across the peninsular, dragging Seth along by the arm like a shiny new toy. We spent all afternoon doing that – him sacrificing his day for my haphazard whims. Impatiently I tugged him to each new spot and his smile stayed bemused,
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I wish I could keep replying to comments especially for part 2, but I'm going overseas for ten days so might not be able to! We'll see.
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Chapter 10 of 10 We left school together and no one said anything – to us anyway. It was one of those summer afternoons where you knew it was going to be a warm night. The kind of night where I'd like to be drunk on the beach and making out with a hot chick in the sand. Eying Troy my face flared up and he gave me a nervous smile. "So where do you want to go?" he asked while we walked by the school fence. "I don't care." In honesty I couldn't think of anything else at that moment,
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Chapter 9 of 10 My tongue swelled up – feeling fat and awkward in my mouth, I dared not speak. Walking side-by-side with Troy made a strange new excitement bubble up within me. This whole bizarre lust-crush on another boy might not be such a bad thing after all. I couldn't believe I was thinking that but it was the truth. With my cheeks colouring I corner-eyed him and saw his head lowered and hands in his pockets. Troy seemed deep in thought about something, but I couldn't even fathom a gu
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Chapter 8 of 10 My muscles (still kinda sore from my earlier gym sesh) were contracting in waves of pleasure even when I staggered off the property and into the laneway. It felt like everything else, or just me, was glowing. One or the other. Never had I been so sexually satisfied, that was the single most mind-blowing experience of my life. I only wished I'd been sober, although had I been I would've nutted in Troy's skilled hands in a matter of seconds. Even now, imagining him kneeling w
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Chapter 7 of 10 I staggered up and gripped the bedrail for balance. Troy went straight for me. "If my parents could see me now they'd kill me." Our arms entwined as we stood together, these foreign feelings strange but all too arousing. I dipped my head and started planting kisses on his neck and chin while he wiggled. Hmm ticklish. "I won't let them kill you," I breathed. "Or maybe they'd crack another of my ribs," he said lifelessly. Freezing, I moved my head back to study
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Chapter 6 of 10 "Hey guys~!" A brown-haired floozie fell out the squeaking screen-door and tripped on a pot plant, catching herself on a post and laughing because she was already shit-faced. "Hi Madison." David went to walk in and she held the door for us, their noses almost touched as he passed through. I suddenly recognized the girl as another of Troy's friends. She looked less plain with that make-up and eye-liner caking her face. I didn't like the way her eyes lingered on me.
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Chapter 5 of 10 Sunday morning I woke up early, before sunrise. I blinked, still derped out, at the small figure standing in the doorway and clinging a stuffed animal to her body. Last night I'd smoked a couple more joints – it seemed the only way to quiet my thoughts and confusing urges these days was to drug myself into unconsciousness. "Sethhh~" she whined. "There's no monster under your bed," I groaned and rolled over, my clothes were all over the floor. Underwear – at least
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Hmm. Seth does like soccer but he didn't do anything in the soccer game of the first chapter because he preferred the shooter position to defense, and his team was winning for most of the game so he didn't have anything to do. He was also distracted by Troy staring at him intensely. Deepak Chopra doesn't talk about crystals among his main points, that was just Seth assuming he was part of the generic New Age spiritual movement.
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Chapter 4 of 10 I sat across from Troy and felt my boner stretch itself along my inner thigh. Troy watched me with those dark eyes, they moved like he was taking me in. My dick twitched in response. I started unwrapping my burger. "So what did you want to talk about?" "Oh anything." "Anything?" I asked. "Anything," he repeated with a soft smile. My heart was hammering. I took a bite, chewed slowly and thoughtfully. I couldn't think of anything t
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I too prefer Troy's character to Seth and at times getting through Part 1 felt like more of a grind. I had readers in the past give up on the story because they didn't like Seth. But Seth is necessary and his purpose gets explained once we get into Part 2!
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Chapter 3 of 10 Unlike booze, going hard with weed doesn’t usually have negative consequences the next morning. Usually. I woke up in a mental fog, heavy-headed and parched. Exhaustion mingled with sharp, tingling anxiety. I didn’t get anxious, usually. Ratty strain. I was lying side-on by a pool of my own vomit. I guess Shawn turned me off my back before I passed out, smart guy probably saved my life. I got up, swayed and then rushed to the sliding door, yanking it open and puking again i
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