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Warlords’ Chronicles	By : ShadowofLight Category: +M to R > Ronin Warriors Views: 4485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Venomous Dessert”

By: Beloved/Shadow
Sekhmet glared at he recipe card once more. He slowly turned it around to try and understand the words better but nothing. He kept turning it this way and that way that his patience was wearing thin that he would have ripped the thing in half when he heard the door open then close. ‘I do not have time for this!’ he growled to himself, setting the card down and closed his eyes tightly.

“Whoever it is had had better leave now! I have permission to be here!”

“You’re the one that invited me so why should I leave?” a soft-accented voice asked back, making the older man straighten and turn to the figure.

Cye was frowning at him lightly, his pack slung over one shoulder and hand planted firmly on his hip. He wore a pair of stone wash blue jeans with a white undershirt and a pale blue shirt on top, buttoned save for a few of the top ones.

“ “Torrent… I thought you were someone else,” he explained, running a hand through his green hair and sighed deeply. “I am starting to wonder why I let you talk me into taking this cooking class with you.”

“You told me you were sick of eating take out and that you wanted to learn how to cook.”

“How was I suppose to know your definition of cooking was vastly different from mine?” he retorted and picked up the recipe card. “I cannot understand this ‘recipe’ one bit!”

“Let me see,” he sighed and set his pack on one of the tables in the classroom, walking over to him to take the card form his hand and skimmed through it. After a moment he slowly turned it over and let a small smile grace his boyish face. “You had it underside down.”

The warlord of Venom stared at him before looking away, crossing his arms over his chest but he couldn’t stop the faint blush that spread over the bridge of his nose. “I knew that.”

“Right. So what don’t you understand?”

“Everything! What in the name of kami does that mean?” he asked as he pointed to the list of ingredients, getting frustrated over again.

“That? Don’t you remember the terminology?” Sea-blue eyes meet beady black eyes so Torrent chose to drop the question and moved closer to point out what they all meant. “Tsp strands for teaspoon and tbsp stands for table spoon. Look, I’ll talk you through this but you have to learn to do this on your own.”

“Whatever let’s just get the stuff.” Quickly he edged away from the young man, in search for the ingredients such as milk, eggs, flour and the likes while trying to hide the suddenly fierce blush from his face. Although he did his best at concealing his true feeling the other Warlords somehow managed to find out and made a bet with them.

‘How the hell did I get roped into this mess?’ he asked himself bitterly, letting his mind drift back to the day before yesterday.
~Flashback~

”He’s the one you have the hots for?!?” Cale asked rather loudly, making Dais merely roll his eye.

“I do not have the ‘hots’ for him,” he hissed at the former Warlord.

“Then how come whenever his name is mentioned you go all quiet? And the few times we do go visit you always find a reason to look at him but when he looks at you you get on your high horse.”

“I do not!!”

“Will you two please quit acting like children?!” Dais snapped, knowing that if he didn’t a stop this to little dispute then to would scale to a full-blown war with him in the middle. He had seen this before and it was not pretty.

The scarred young man huffed and crossed his arms across his chest, looking to the side. “He started it.”

“What the hell makes you say that?!?!” the half-breed practically screamed at him, resisting the urge to hit him. Hard. “Just because you confessed your feelings to Halo doesn’t mean anything!! For all I know he’ll find me disgusted!!”

“You really need to think about taking self-esteem classes,” Dais said as he sipped his tea.

“Who asked you?!?!?!” he yelled at him.

Cale just looked at him, a sly grin appearing in his blue-green gaze as a plan hatched in his twisted little mind. “I’ll make a bet with you. I bet that you that he feels the same way about you as you feel about him and that you two will have screwed like rabbits.”

Sekhmet, for lack of better word, just gaped at him; eyes wide and jaw hanging open he just stood there like an idiot. Blinking a bit he shook his head a few times and returned to glaring at him. “Okay Mr. Smart Ass, if I win, then you and Dais will have to lay off your boyfriends for an entire week,” he said with a matching smirk.

The white haired young man nearly choked on his tea and looked up at him as he wiped his mouth. “Why am I getting involved in this?! I didn’t make the bet!!”

“But you weren’t defending me either.”

“Oh that’s a low blow.”

“Sounds fair. And if I win, and I will, then…” Cale turned thoughtful for a moment, rolling his eyes to the ceiling as he thought before grinning like a mad man. “You can’t have sex with yours for two weeks.”

“Why is mine longer?”

“A week for Cale and a week for myself,” Dais spoke up as he stood up, flipping ivory curls past his shoulders. “Is it a deal?”

“… Fine. But what makes you think I won’t take him if he does feel the same way?”

“Ever hear of animal magnetism?” All he got in reply was a whap in the face with a pillow from the sofa.

~End of Flashback~
‘Well that fight was fun but he has something planned, I just know it!’

“Sekhmet watch out!!”

“Wha-??!!” He looked up in time to watch as the heavy bag of flour that he had been trying to pull off the top shelf came free only to explode on contact. A large cloud of whiteness surrounded him and part of the room for maybe a few moments before it settled down. Sekhmet coughed some and looked down at himself. He was almost covered from head to toe in the fluffy white powder, making him look like some kind of ghost or something. The flour was spread along the floor, the cabinet, wall, even two tables that had been within reach. Sighing deeply he bean to count to ten but stopped when he heard a giggle. Looking over his shoulder he blinked the remaining flour from his eyes and watch as the young ronin of water was doing his best not to laugh directly in his face. Had it been anyone else that would have laughed right out loud, regardless of hi feelings.

“I-I’m sorry S-Sekhmet but I tried to warn you,” he stuttered a bit between fits of giggles and bite back the smile. “You look like Casper, the friendly ghost.”

“Well I’m not. Ugh this stuff is everywhere!” Reaching up his ran his hands trough his hair repeatedly until he was satisfied with getting most of it off. Luckily for him he was able to dust most of it off his jeans and shook his jacket out.

“Here let me help,” Cye said after watching him for a bit, taking his jacket he set to on his backpack on the far table so nothing else could happen to it. Looking up his breath caught in his throat as his former enemy pulled the shirt off and shook it out some. He had never seen Sekhmet bare-chested before but then again he never thought he would look like that.

His body was lean like his own but was more muscular. He could make out even line of muscle and just itched to trace them with his fingertips, clasping his hands behind his back before he did that. ‘He’d probably snap at me, call me names, or worse,’ he thought to himself bitterly before gathering up the remaining utensils and setting them on the counter. Yet in the back of his mind a voice was silently begging for him to turn around so he could stare some more. ‘No stop thinking like that! Now is not the time to daydream! He probably has someone else in mind and I don’t even know if he’s into guys.’ He winced because it was too late to stop the sudden hardening he felt in the crotch of his jeans. Leaning against the counter was getting to much as he was very tempted to rub against the wood to try and relieve the ache.

‘Being a virgin and lonely definitely sucks.’

“Do we have everything?” Sekhmet asked as he placed the eggs, milk, cooking oil, and what flour he could save on the counter next to him.

“Read of the recipe card but it should be…” he trailed off when he looked up at him and once more couldn’t help but stare.

His chest was strong wit lean muscles, a trim waistline, and smooth looking skin. He was completely hairless but the way the light glinted off his skin reminded him greatly of snakes. Perhaps if he looked close enough he could see that his entire body was made up of tiny, individual scales like a true reptile. The thought sent a shiver up his spine that he railed his eyes up to tell he what he was planning on saying but his sight fell short as it noticed a hint of metal on the left side of his chest.

The former Warlord of Venom looked at Cye, wondering what he was staring at until he looked down, realizing that he had left his shirt off only because he did want the flour to stick anymore to his body. “Find something you like?” he asked with a slight twitch of his lips. That snapped his out of his daze as sea-colored eyes looked up at him with a very faint blush over the bridge of his nose. ‘Damn he just had to be so cute!’

“E-Excuse me??”

“This.” He lifted a hand up to his chest, fingering the silver ring that had been pierced through his nipple. It wasn’t anything special, just a simple silver ring he had gotten on a dare none other than by Cale. “I was wondering what you were staring at and now I know.”

The blush deepened and Cye looked at the floor, holding his hands behind his back once more as he spoke softly. “I didn’t mean to stare just… well I’ve never seen one before.”

“No you weren’t being rude Torrent. So far you’ve been nicer to me than a lot of people. Including Cale and Dais,” he snorted lightly at the mention of their names and leaned against he counter casual like.

The young auburn haired boy looked at him, smiling just a tiny bit. “I got the same teasing from the guys, especially Kento.”

“Hee. Hardhead, big mouth.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” he laughed softly and titled his head he she side as he looked at the piercing once more. “Did it hurt?”

“In the beginning yeah. Then the pain fades way but it was so damn uncomfortable and half the time I kept forgetting it was there until it would get caught on one of my shirts. When that happens it hurts like hell when you yank the shirt off or when your friends think it might be fun to pull at it repeatedly.”

Cye could only wince in sympathy for him. “I don’t think I could ever get one of those.”

“To each their own, Torrent.”

“Cye.”

“What?”

“Call me Cye. The war is over Sekhmet and we aren’t enemies anymore. If you let me… I’d like to be your friend.”

“… After all the pain I caused you, you still want to have a friendship with me?”

“Yes. Is there anything wrong with that?” he asked innocently enough.

“N-No… there isn’t.” For the first time in who knows how long, Sekhmet smiled ever so lightly. “Thanks Torrent-I mean Cye.”

“Anytime. Now let’s get cooking.” Rubbing his hands together he looked around, looking quit puzzled.

“What are you looking for?”

“The blender. We can do it by hand but the blender makes the work easier and faster. I thought it was here on the counter but it isn’t…” Turning thoughtful he suddenly brighten as he quickly bend over and rummaged in the cabinets underneath. At this point Sekhmet had a very nice view of his young, tight ass. He swallowed the lump in his throat at the site but it didn’t help the way it kept shifting from side to side like that.

‘Oh Cye… do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?’ he asked silently, biting the inside of his cheek as he reached down to give himself a squeeze but that just seemed to make matters worse. ‘Kami please don’t make me regret this.’

“I found it!” came the happy voice as the ronin pulled his head out and straighten, setting the mixer on the counter he turned around only to find himself pinned to the counter by the other man. “Sekh-?” Whatever he was going to ask was cut off as slightly cool lips pressed against his own in an almost shy kiss.

At first he wanted tsh hsh him away or hit him, demanding to know why the hell he did that but the longer it went on the more he noticed that he wasn’t trying to take advantage of him or anything of the sort. He just stood there, their lips the only thing touching but he could feel the body heat radiating from him. Something about that seemed to wrap around his mind before focusing on his little problem down below. He let his eyes slip close as he returned the kiss just as shyly. He felt Sekhmet tense but slowly relax, kissing him with more feeling as he lifted his hands to rest on either side of his hips, trapping him against the counter and his body but he didn’t want to escape anyway.

Slowly soft hands trailed up the length of his arms, caressing the warm skin before coming to rest on his shoulders. He held onto him tightly, enjoying the kiss so far but when his body pressed against his to the point where his bare chest was touching against his clothed one he tried to gentle push him back.

‘He-he doesn’t want this…’ Stepping back Sekhmet made to turn away and grab htufftuff so he could leave but stood there, slightly amazed when Cye just pushed himself up onto the counter and pulled both his shirts off, letting them fall tot eh floor and smiled impishly at him. “What are you doing?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he pointed out, reaching out to take his hands and pull him closer once more with one hand resting on his strong shoulder and the other fingering the silver nipple ring. “I may have never had one but I can imagine how much it did hurt,” he whispered against his lips.”

He blinked but slowly smiled, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly as he nudged his legs apart so he could stand between them. “You still surprise me after all we’ve been through,” he whispered against his lips before pressing their lips together once more, parting his own to lightly flick his tongue against his lips, seeking an entrance. At first his soon-to-lover held back but soon parted his lips and moaned deeply when he slipped inside.

Cye fairly melted in his arms and clung tightly to him, moaning deeply when their bare skin touched that he rubbed at his hips with his knees, letting the older man coax his own tongue into an erotic dance with his. He even taste erotic as he felt, gripping his shoulder tighter as his other hand played with the silver ring. He smiled a bit as he realized he could make his former enemy produce some interesting sounds when he played with it; it was quiet enjoyable but when he pulled a bit too hard Sekhmet cried out more in surprise then pain and pulled back from the kiss, breathing deeply. The young man smiled as he began to kiss a trail from his lips, down the line of his jaw, licking at the taunt skin of his throat as he let his head fall back. Lower and lower he went until he reached his destination.

The master-less warrior wasn’t sure what the young Ronin was doing but whatever it was just felt so good. His hand slowly reached up the slender backside, fingers dipping into the slight curves and trace the line of his spine before he threaded his hand through the soft, brown strands. They felt so soft and smooth he absently played with them and gripped the back of his neck as a warm mouth took the silver ring into his mouth and gave it a light tug.

a softly accented voice within his mind asked. It took him a while to realize it was Cye and he was genuinely worried about him. He could only smile and went back to caressing the soft hair.

he replied, giving him gentle encouragement to continue. he hissed softly as the warm lips closed around it once more, all the pleasurable feelings coursing down his body to settle in his rapidly hardening member.

The young English boy grinned and suckled the bit of flesh harder, letting the tip of his tongue flick at the ring repeatedly then lightly pull at it with his teeth. Soon it felt hard and very sensitive he moved to the other one and teased it into hardening as well.

his future lover teased, slowly grinding their hips together and tighten his arm around his to pull him even closer.

he teased back before pulling back. Now they were both hard and aroused he slowly wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist and wrapped his arms around his shoulders tightly. “Oh Sekhmet…” he moaned softly, liking the feel of wet piece of metal rubbing against his pale nipples, the friction it was causing was making him grow more and more anxious.

Sekhmet could tell this but kept it up, liking to see his little prey squirm as he played with them. “What do you want?” he asked him in a low, husky voice, licking at his ear seductively.

Cye shivered in delight as he gave him more room, both hands clinging to his back tightly and locked his legs around him. “I-I want you…” he panted softly, trying very hard not to whine but it was getting too difficult.

“Would you object if I took you right now?”

“No… I could never resist you…”

That was all he needed as he slid both his hands under the sweet little rump and held him up easily, smirking at the soft gasp of surprise as he carried him like that to one of the table, setting him down on it and placed both hands at either side of his shoulders. For a while he just looked down at him, studying his eyes for any sign of rejection but could find none. “Cye… once we start I won’t be able to stop… and once I’ve marked you as my own I don’t plan on sharing you with anyone… so I ask once more: do you want me?”

He didn’t even time to think it over as he reached up to cup his cheek in his hand and smile fondly at him, leaning up he gave him a loving kiss. “I want to belong to you and only you… Take me, make me yours.”

The Warlord of venom was happy to obey as he kissed him once more; it began as a loving kiss but soon grew into one of lust and desire. Eager hands tore at the jeans and soon Cye’s was pulled off and thrown to floor and Sekhmet’s were pushed to his knees. Both their arousals were very apparent. Looking up he groaned as his little lover began to attack his throat with hungry kisses, lightly nipping at the skin and tugging at the nipple ring with his hand. He wasn’t sure if he was a first timer at this but he was not going to take any chances with that. He tried to pull away but Cye refused to let him go.

“Cye… I need some sort of lubrication… I don’t want to hurt you…” he panted heavily, hissing as their bare cocks rubbed against one another.

“I don’t care… just please, take me now!” he did whine this time but was far from caring. “I need you so much… please Sekhmet…”

“… This will hurt for a bit but I promise to go easy,” he whispered into the hot skin of his shoulder, nuzzling his neck befhavihaving him lay bon ton the cool table. Slowly he ran his hands down his chest, kneading the muscles into further relaxing and smiled at the pleasurable moans coming from the lithe body under his own. He took his time they the hands descended lower, massaging his hips and pinning them to the table when they arched up into him. Soon his intended target was within range and leaning down on his other arm he closed his fingers around the twitching cock and kissed his lover deeply.

Cye gasped and bucked his hips into the firm grip but found his body pinned down. He didn’t care though and gave himself up into the kiss and caress, feeling as though his body would turn into the very element he was sworn to protect. At first the hand felt rough around his highly sensitive skin but then the strokes were becoming smoother; Sekhmet was smoothing the drop of precum up and down his aching length, squeezing firmly as if he were trying to milk it out several more time and just before he thought he was going to come right then and there the hand stopped and pull back.

The older man pulled back to softly kiss his cheek and lowered his lips to his ear. “Try and remain relaxed; dofighfight it just accept it,” he hissed softly and reaching down he nudged his legs open more and let a single dinger slowly slide in.

Despite his warnings and comfort his body did tense, trying vainly to keep the invader out but he could. Cye gripped his shoulders tightly, his nails biting into the skin but began to loosen his grip when his body adjusted. Sekhmet waited a bit, carefully moving the finger around before letting another finger slip in to joint he first. He gently whispered words of comfort, pausing and softly kisses his cheeks, eyes, lips, everything to calm him down then slowly moved the fingers around. His body felt so tight and hot yet soft and delicate at the same time. So it kept on with him carefully stretching his virgin entrance until he had three fingers inside but didn’t dare add anymore. When Cye began to push back into them he slowly withdrew them, lifting his fingers up to lick at them suggestively and help him sit up. Holding his hands tightly he sat on of the chairs at the table and gently pulled him towards him.

The young man Blinked and hissed at the slight ache between his legs then blushed as he saw how impressive Sekhmet’s arousal was. It was long and slender, the precum glistening in the light that he wondered how it tasted but first things were first. Turning his back on his at his request he straddled his lap, resting his hands on the edge of the table for balance and began to lower himself down. Sekhmet held onto his hips firmly, telling him to take it slow as he guided him down and onto his arousal. They would pause every now and then so Cye could get adjusted but once fully sheathed inside he wrapped his arms around him tightly, kissing away the tears that fell to let them both adjust to the wonderfully new sensations.

the green-haired man panted into the auburn boy’s mind, wincing a bit as the powerful muscles within clamped around him tightly. Hissing he began to plant hungry kisses along the slender throat, running his hands firmly up and down his sides as he pulled his hips back just a bit then pushed in.

Cye gasped, his back arching just a bit as he dug his fingers deeper into his lover’s arms but after getting over hhockhock he realized that it felt pretty damn good. Panting softly he slowly lifted himself up and lowered back down, a soft cry of pleasure escaping his throat that he did it once more. Soon they were working a steady rhythm, letting the other get used to their new partners as first but it began to grow increasingly faster as the passion for one another grew. Cye didn’t bother to hold back the cries of pleasure escaping his lips as his hips moved up and down Sekhmet’s hips faster and faster, leaning onto the table a bit to feel more but nearly screamed as the blessed cock buried deep into his body pushed against a nerve, making a bright light explode right before his eyes.

Sekhmet had felt it too as the lithe body closed tighter, making him hiss but he smirked and knew it was time to mark him. Slowly he stood, still deeply connected to his lover he pushed the chair back and pinned Cye’s hands to the table with his own, squeezing them tightly he pulled all the way then thrusted in all the way, hitting that spot deep inside and froze as they both cried out. Inside he could feel his body react that tiny spikes made from his flesh sprouted and gently attacked themselves to the internal muscles. Cye looked worried as he felt a slight pain inside and tried to get up but Sekhmet kept wherwhere he was, mentally telling hi to just give him a moment to get his bearing back.

he asked breathlessly, feeling an odd tingle surge throughout his body and made his neglected cock twitch in anticipation

he replied just as breathlessly and began to give sharp thrusts with his hips.

At first there was pain but it was rapidly increased with pleasure as the fleshy spikes inside just made it feel so much more erotic. Groaning deeply he pushed back into his lover hard, silently demanding for him to go harder and no sooner had he commanded that he got i

Grunts and cries of ecstasy filled the room as the two young men moved as one; the taller one blinked damp green strands of hair from his eyes as he really began to pound into his lithe lover for all he was worth, repeating into his mind over and over how he was his and he was never going to let him go. The shorter and younger man replied back that he wouldn’t want anyone else after this and to do as he pleased, squeezing his hands tightly as their movements causee tae table to move across the floor a bit but neither cared. The erotic display of affection went on for a bit longer before a kind of trigger went off and the man from behind thrusted in deeply, calling out his lover’s name and pumped his very essence into the awaiting cavern. The younger boy replied with a cry that sounded like a sob butdelidelight, his body hungrily taking in every last drop inside that he could feel it cursing in his body. Both were sweating and sated that Sekhmet released his hand and pulled him back against his chest as he gratefully sat back on the chest. Cye just held onto his arms tightly, panting heavily and looked at his own cock that was still aroused. He hadn’t been able to touch himself once during intercourse and he was so hard it was beginning to seriously hurt.

A sword callo han hand reached up to wrap itself around his cock and n ton to roughly pump it in a tight fist. a warm voice chuckled into his mind. Looking back Sekhmet captured his lips in a hungry kiss, tongues dueling for dominance as his hand continued to tug and squeeze the slender white cock before it twitched almost violently and spurted a long stream of semen onto the table. Several powerful jet streams of cum landed with a graceful arch and the cock went limp.

Cye shuddered into his lover’s embrace, pulling back as he gulped in precious air and shifted his hips over his lovers. He moaned in delight as he felt the cock still locked inside. “Sekhmet… what the hell did… did you do to me?” he asked breathlessly, dropping his head back on his shoulder and reached with one hand to trace his face.

“You know… how I’m part snake demon, right?” At his nod he softlssedssed a sweaty temple and held him tighter. “When snakes mate… the male wraps around the desired female he che can’t escape then takes her… at that time his own cock grows these fleshy spikes so he’s literally lock in place…”

“So that’s what happened to us?”

“Yes.”

“What happens if the female doesn’t want to be mated?”

“… She could fight to free herself but the spikes would tear at his inner tissue and she would bleed to death.” He sighed into his neck and wrapped his arms around him tightly, softly kissing the long nbefobefore settling on nibbling his ear. “That’s why I kept asking if you were ready and willing to be my mate. I didn’t want to take the chance of you pulling back.”

“Just shows how much you love me,” he said with a smile and lifted a hand to kiss the palm. “does this… always happen? The spikes I mean.”

Sekhmet couldn’t help but chuckle as he hugged him tighter, hearing the worry in his voice but also the excitement. “No little one, not always. Because I’so hso human I can control it.”

“Good.” He sighed and they sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, caressing one another and sharing the body warmth before Cye spoke up once more. “I love you, Sekhmet.”

“And I love you, Cye of Torrent.”
Class dismissed!

Author’s Note: Hee well that one took forever but I’m happy with how it came out. The guys may seem a bit OOC but I haven’t seen my tapes in a long time (my VCR ate 3 of my others tapes so I’m not risking anymore and I don’t have enough money for all the DVDs yet). Now what Sekhmet said is true. I saw it on the Discovery Channel once and it’s been embedded in my brain ever since. Can you imagine something like that happening to you?? *winces* No thank! Well Hope you enjoyed it, I know Fish and Snake did.

Cye & Sekhmet: Hey!!!

^^; Oh hush up you two. BTW, Cye did teach Sekhmet to cook and for his final project he baked a lemon cake. Get it? Lemon cake, you guys just read a lemon? C’mon laugh already!

Sekhmet: -.-; That was a terrible pun.

*hua moa mongoose at him*

Sekhmet: *runs away screaming for his life as mongoose gives chase*

Cye: *chases after mongoose, threatening to cook him if he hurts his Cobra Warrior*

Aren’t I a wee devil?

Ronins & Warlords: HELL YES!!!!!

-.-; Babies. Okay now! Three down and three more to go before Warlord’s Chronicles is complete. Bye now!
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