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A Study In Art	By : Xephyr Category: +G to L > Loveless Views: 11610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-A Study In Art
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Disclaimer: I own the tentacles. I don't own Kio. Or Loveless. In any way. If I did....kids could not watch, I tell ya that.

Kio had never been in this part of town before. He had come looking for a new art supply store he had heard about, which was supposed to have the newest and best art supplies in the entire city. Looking down at the poorly drawn map in his hand, Kio cursed his weak sense of direction. What the hell had made him think he could find this place by himself? Stupidity was his guess. Kio looked around, then smacked a hand to his forehead. Oh, great. Now he was completely lost. He had absolutely no idea where he was, and his car was out of sight, too.

There was nothing he could do about it now. Kio decided that he would just have to find the shop. Then he could ask directions for the way back. And get some new supplies, too. Checking his map again, the blond walked up the block, humming tunelessly. After a few more turns and twists, he ended up in front of a small building. It was the only one on the entire street with any lights on, and it looked clean, and friendly enough. Stuffing the map in his jacket pocket, Kio walked up the three steps to the door, grasping the handle and pulling. The door swung open easily, a little bell tinkling merrily to announce his arrival.

Kio stepped inside of the small shop, closing the door behind him. It was warmer inside than it was outside, and he quickly unzipped his jacket, sliding it down his arms and off his body, onto the floor. There was a strange scent in the air, not unpleasant, but unlike any art supply he had ever smelled. Come to think of it, as Kio walked around, there were no art supplies in sight. The few shelves in the store were bare, though they were free of dust. Apparently, Kio was in the wrong place. Well, at least while he was here, he could ask someone for directions.

There was no one there, however. Kio searched for a moment, then spotted a door, near the back wall. He walked over to it, knocking softly. When he didn't get a reply, he knocked louder, then louder still. There was still no answer from behind the door. But, Kio realized, there was a sound. He couldn't place what it was, except for to say that it was movement of some type. He could hear things moving. So, he reasoned, someone had to be back there.

Kio pushed gently on the door, surprised when it opened without him even turning the knob. "Hello?" he called, stepping inside of the dimly lit room. The door swung shut behind him, but he paid it no mind. The scent from earlier was stronger now, much stronger. It was making him lightheaded, making it hard for him to think. He squinted in the almost darkness, trying to see the occupants of the small room. The noises had stopped, but Kio could feel the presence of another in the room.

He took a few more steps, and stumbled over something laying on the floor. Kio felt himself losing his balance, but he could do nothing to break his fall. He hit the ground hard, his glasses falling off his face, skittering away along the floor. His hand followed, trying to catch the glasses. He touched them, and tried to sit up so he could pick them up. Something thick, warm, and strong had wrapped itself around his midsection, and was holding him back. Yelping in a most undignified way, Kio clawed at it, trying to get it off. Two more things wrapped around his wrists, pulling them up and away from his body, above his head.

Kio screamed out loud, now, twisting wildly, trying to get his feet under him and rise. He felt another of the things going up the leg of his pants, and he screamed again, shaking his leg as hard as he could. The thing didn't even pause. It continued on its journey, up his leg to his hip, where it stopped for a split second. Then it pulled, stretching his loose jeans away from him, pulling until it tore out the side. The thing then moved to his ankle, grasping at it and holding his leg in place. It repeated this with his other leg, ripping his jeans away, then restraining him.

The young artist was naked now, from the waist down, since he never wore underwear. More of the things touched him, some wrapping around his legs, some around his waist. They lifted him, still struggling, into the air. He screamed again and again, as often as he could draw breath. His mind had gone blank with pure, animal terror. Everything in him was telling him to run, fight this creature, hurt it, then run. But it was strong, far too strong. He was powerless to stop it.

Suddenly, one of the things slid up his neck, then touched his cheek, almost gently. He jerked away from it, trying to get his face as far away as possible, but it followed, touching his face all over, leaving a wet, slick trail in its wake. He screamed again, thrashing his head from side to side. Without warning, the thing plunged into his open mouth, choking off his scream. It thrust deeper, touching the back of his throat, and Kio felt a warm wash of liquid run from it, down into him. He gagged around the wriggling flesh in his mouth, biting at the rubbery skin.
In retaliation, all of the things on him tightened painfully, threatening to crush his very bones. The one in his mouth withdrew, letting him get a few ragged breaths, but slid back in before he could make a sound. This time, it didn't go so deep, and Kio found that he could breathe around it. It continued to thrust in and out of his mouth, making his jaw ache and his eyes water.

Kio was finding it harder and harder to struggle. He was getting tired, his fear induced adrenaline wearing off. And the liquid that the thing had made him swallow seemed to be some sort of sedative. His head was spinning dramatically, and he closed his eyes to try to relieve himself of the dizziness. It helped, but it also made Kio feel more vulnerable. He laughed brokenly, inside his sedated, tired mind. Nothing in the world could make him feel more vulnerable than he already did.

More of the things were winding around him, touching him lightly, mapping out his body, intimately learning every dip and curve, every angle and line. One of the things, long and thinner than the others, found his length, gently moving along the erection he hadn't even been aware of until that very moment. Kio felt tears begin trickling down his face. This was unbelievable. How could he be hard? It didn't make sense, it wasn't even possible. But it was true, and there was no denying it. He was hard, harder than he could ever remember being in his life.

The thing in Kio's mouth pulled out, moving wetly down his body. He didn't even try to scream. His mind had completely shut down, the only way he could keep his hold on what little sanity he still had. When another of the things slid into his mouth, he barely noticed. He remained in his heavy daze until he felt the thing, wet with his saliva, gently touching the small of his back, then move even lower. It entered him with no preparation, the pain so intense that it forced another set of screams from his raw throat, though they were muffled by the new thing in his mouth.

As it had done before, when it was down his throat, the thing inside him let out a wave of liquid, holding still for a second before pulling partially out of him, then thrusting back in, as hard as before. This stroke was less painful, lubricated by whatever the thing had released inside him. It continued working itself in and out of him, each thrust less painful than the last, until there was only a dull ache throbbing in his lower back.

Not to be forgotten, the thing on his arousal began working, stroking him with quick, writhing motions. Kio was crying out with every thrust, every touch, his body trembling hard, toes curling and uncurling rhythmically. He was fast approaching his climax. The thing inside him suddenly made an obscene twisting motion, raking over his sweet spot and rocking him to the core. It did that twice more before Kio came, a strained cry pushing its way past the thing in his mouth and out into the open air. His body twisted as much as it could within its living restraints, fighting the pleasure.

When it was over, Kio discovered that he could no longer cling to consciousness, and for that, he was grateful. He never felt the things unwinding from his body, and setting him gently on the floor. When he came to, he was sitting inside his car, the keys already in the ignition. A blanket was draped over his waist, and his glasses were on the dashboard. He picked them up gently, putting them on and starting the car. Slowly driving home, he avoided thinking about what had just happened to him. Pulling into his parking space, Kio wrapped the blanket around his waist and hobbled up to his apartment, his backside already extremely sore.
The next day, Kio went down to his car, not able to remember having locked it up properly the night before. He looked into the window, looking at the locks, and seeing that the ones in the back were up. He opened the back door, and pushed the lock down. Then he gasped in shock. The entire back seat and floor were completely full of the best, newest, most up to date art supplies money could buy.

A/N: I think that I'm going to take this up again, and write some more on it. Kukuku...Poor Kio.
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