Love Mechanics

Chapter 1 - Your not the one

 

[Vee Vivis]

 

"Hic! Uh..." I hold up the guy who was about my height and who entered the house. He roams around everywhere, kicking the wall pillars and skipping the steps up the stairs. But eventually, I managed to bring him up to the second floor.

 

My house is behind the university. It's a two-story structure. The front side opens as a motorcycle repair shop, while the back side is divided into my parents' master bedroom, the kitchen, and the bathroom. There's a lounge area that is not that big, though cosy. My elder brother and I occupy the bedrooms on the second floor. I bring the drunkard into my bedroom, thinking that I should thank him for making me come here. I'm usually sleeping over at my girlfriend's...

 

It's not like I'm using her, though. The room is listed under her name, but I'm the one who's paying for it. I'm not a rich guy, but I can afford to take care of one girl.

 

"Ughhh, P'Bar!" He complains and takes a few futile swings at the wall, eventually choosing to lean on it instead. I ignore him, thinking I'd already done enough just to bring him here in one piece. It took ages to get him up, and the dude is the same size as I am, let alone a raucous drunk.

 

He slides down and slaps the floor repetitively, murmuring out Bar's name as his eyes well with tears.

 

"Stand up properly, Mark," I suggest while pulling his arms up, though he swipes my hands away.

 

"Not good! P'Bar. It's not you...not good!" He bawls, pointing at my face and shaking his head.

 

"I ain't Bar...but I brought you here."

"P'Bar...break up with him. Break up!"

 

"Mark!" I swipe his finger away and counter, "Why you! I'm also as drunk as you are!"

 

"Why you!..? Who the hell are you..." He points at my face again, scrapes the wall to get himself up and approaches my face before backing off.

 

"Watch your language! I'm your senior." I gave him a stern look.

"What's all the ruckus, Vee? You're gonna wake dad up." My elder brother asks crossly.

 

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," I reply before pulling the other guy's arm.

"Lemme go!" Mark complains in my face.

 

"To the room, bastard!" I snap back and usher him into my bedroom.

 

"Who the hell's this? Never seen him before." Yoo asks me before closing the door, his sharp eyes locked on Mark.

 

"A junior," I reply.

"Like guys?" He asks while flashing his eyebrows.

 

"You crazy? I got a girlfriend, a gal," I answer. He knows about her. Just bringing a guy back home doesn't mean my tastes have changed.

 

"I didn't mean you." He clarifies himself while staring deeper into the room. My eyes follow his, and they stop at the junior.

 

"How can you tell?"

 

"Birds of a feather flock together." He implies, while giving me a playful smirk before retreating to his room. I look at my brother's closed door and then turn my attention once again towards the fella on the bed. My brother is a senior at the Faculty of Architecture. He was born just a year before me, so I don't address him as "P'' and he doesn't mind. 

 

We don't really hang out together as we have different interests. He's introverted while I'm sociable. He enjoys locking himself up with his miniature models while I help Dad with the garage downstairs. Unlike me, he enjoys drawing and designing. He's bisexual, whereas I'm straight. We are dissimilar but understand and love each other. Although we rarely display our affection, I understood his glance just now.

 

"P'Bar..." Mark tests my patience with every murmur. I was already upset with my girlfriend and stressed about my studies, and now I have to deal with this nonsense.

 

"Why so lovey-dovey. Did you even get to know him yet?" I grumble to myself, insinuating my displeasure, though he probably wouldn't notice.

 

"Ya wouldn't know cause ya ain't me." He barks back.

"Yeah! So that's why I'm askin'." I hiss in return.

 

"Not tellin' ya! Ya ain't P'Bar....get me P'Bar!" He demands while sitting up at the edge of the bed. His long hands tug at my collar and draw my face near to his.

 

"Lemme go, Mark!" I see and try to tell him in a mild tone. No senior likes it when juniors pull at their collar.

 

"I ain't lettin' go! P'Bar...l ain't ever lettin' go..." He utters while planting his face on my neck, removing his hands from my collar to wrap them around my neck instead. I freeze, and he holds me. I had never done such things with men. Although some cuties had circled me before, I've never even held hands with any guy. Yes, I've talked to a few, but just in passing. A deep-toned voice resonating in my ear, along with a strong arm around my neck, gave me an uneasy feeling.

 

"Let me go..." I press my voice low and unpeel his hands.

"Ain't lettin' go...P'Bar...I really like ya." He asserts.

 

"Da fuck!" I shout out loud upon feeling the moisture on my neck. Mark had stuck his tongue out and was licking me here and there.

 

"Uhmm...be mine, He says while kissing my jawbone, before trying to stretch himself up to my standing position.

 

"Mark, why you...lemme go." Thump!

 

I push him away, only for him to pull me down with him. Are drunkards always this strong? Mark wraps his arms around my neck and gazes into my eyes. He has oval-shaped eyes and a well-proportioned nose and mouth. He wasn't the most handsome, certainly not as much as Bar's new love interest, "Kan" Tossakan, but he had his own enticing charms.  If one were to ask why he can't compete with Kan, even though they were not yet an item, the answer would be simple. He isn't the one.

 

This excuse has been used throughout the ages. Mark is Mark. Mark isn't Kan. The one Bar likes is Kan, not Mark.

 

"Please stay with me. Be mine..."

 

"Why do I have to be yours? No...why does Bar have to be yours?" I ask him while his hands are still wrapped around me.

 

"If P'Bar stays with me...P'Bar will not be with Kan." He replies slowly but with conviction, his charming oval eyes filled with jealousy. I appreciate his firm resolve, but hate his mindset. Bar's my friend and his senior, I don't like it even when he thinks of him as more than a senior, but this is too much…

 

"No matter how many times you do him, he won't ever like you back..." I contend, leaning into his face, "Bar likes Kan." I spell out the words slowly and clearly into Mark's face. His sharp, piercing eyes lose a bit of their gleam.

 

"Likes Kan….likes Kan?"

 

"Yeah...ugh!..." I don't even have time to finish my reply before he presses me down and forces his lips on me, his moist tongue slithering its way into my mouth, eventually succeeding. Mark's a good kisser...though a bit aggressive. His tongue reaches everywhere, stirring up excitement and a weird sensation inside me. What's most bizarre and worst, though, is that I respond to his kissing.

 

The long tongue unknowingly hooks with the moist one that comes searching for it. I adjust the angle of my face to better play with his tongue, taking in the bittersweet taste of whiskey that permeates his mouth. He kisses me back passionately, his long hands firmly pressing my neck in a swaying, tantalising motion.

 

"Why do ya like him..." He exclaims into my mouth. "Why do ya like him, P'Bar?!"

"The heck would I know? And why the hell ya yellin' at me for?" I retort.

 

"Hmph! You like him that much, huh....you like him that much..." Thump!

 

He flips my body and gets on top of me, staring at me with an intent that I can't comprehend. He smirks at me before smacking me with one more kiss, then lowers down to bite and suck hard at my neck.

 

"Ya fuckin' bastard! Whaddaya think you're doin'?" I shove him away and pull at his hair so that he can see my face. The pairs of eyes that stare back at me are filled with rage.

 

"I'm gonna do you...If 'Bar's mine, I wanna know what Kan would do." His reasoning was the last straw for me. The ounce of pity I had for him evaporated entirely. I hid the guilt I felt for kissing him in a corner of my heart, stared into his glowing eyes, and sneered at his sinister thought.

 

"Before you do Bar...I'm gonna make you mine first."

 

I press Mark's body under mine before kissing his neck like he just did to me, sucking until the colour on his pretty skin becomes stained with kiss marks. It seems to have brought his senses back as he tries to push me away. But no chance... I won't allow him to carry out his sinister ideas. Such bad thoughts deserve worse actions, which I was about to bring upon him.

 

"Ugh...ya fucker! Lemme go!" He resists as I slide my hands down to unbutton his shirt. He struggles as much as a drunkard can, but it has little effect on me.

 

"You want it so much, huh, I'm giving it to you then", I tell him while placing both of his hands up with my one hand.

 

"You ain't P'Bar... You ain't P'Bar...I want P'Bar!"

 

"But I want you!" I insist while lowering myself to kiss his chest, now reddish from the resistance he gave me while I tried to rip his thin shirt off earlier. Although the shirt doesn't come off completely, I manage to steal a lick at his strong, hard breast.

 

"Urgh...fuck you!" he swears at me while moaning in his throat. Press my lower body against his, noticing the lump that had protruded from his jeans. I'm a guy, and so is he. Of course, we are aware of such things, where it feels good and where it hurts. Not having been with a guy before doesn't mean I don't know how to do it.

 

I lift my face to kiss the squirming guy above me one more time, forcing my tongue inside his mouth and biting his corner to teach him a lesson.

 

If you wanna force yourself on others, how about having a taste of your own medicine first? I withdraw my kiss and again go for his neck. He turns his face away, but that only makes it easier for me to survey his neck. He continues to writhe back and forth, though that enables me to gain access to his body even more.

 

"Urgh! Let me go, ya bastard...let me go!" He tries to wriggle free; the hands he aimed to hit me with are pressed against the bed, the feet that were meant to kick me are locked down by my knees.

 

"I'll let go...but not just yet", I tell him while staring directly into his eyes.

 

"I ain't letting you do this, ya bastard..." He counters, though those pretty eyes quiver as if they didn't believe his own words.

 

"Oh yeah?" I say while smirking at him. I use my free hand to slither down his body, through the thin shirt and find my way downstairs. His body tenses up wherever I touch, with constant spasms. As I reach the edge of his pants, his breath hastens. His white flesh flashes through the light red shirt as his hair stands up. 

 

"You sure you don't want me to?" I ask, though his clenched teeth produce no reply.

 

"Why...ya!" He pauses and bites his tongue as I place my hand on his recently enlarged parts.

 

"You really don't want me to?" I ask again while slowly caressing the bulge through the cloth.

 

"Ah...l...ya..." his response is a mixture of moaning and scolding, which I couldn't make out as my massage intensifies. His recently freed-up legs move slightly to better expose his private parts to me.

 

"Your words say no, but your little brother disagrees," I suggest before squeezing it firmly and then releasing.

 

"Why!..you...fucker!" He fumes through his clenched teeth as I begin unbuttoning his pants. Some moisture comes out of the corner of his eyes, perhaps no different from the moisture that oozes from the bulge in his undies. I smile victoriously. If I can't finish him off now, I wouldn't be able to call myself a man.

 

"Hehe! Scold me all you want. You're gonna be mine."

"Ya fuckin' bastard!"

 

"What bastard... didn't you ask for it?" I retort and take his dark undies off, though I can't take them off all the way as his body freezes. So I pull down his jeans and undies down to his knees, glance at the enlarged parts between his thighs and grin. It might be difficult for this monstrous piece to enter the man's small hole without any lubricant, but so what?... I'm the aggressor...not the receiver.

 

"Ahh...ohh..." I caress up and down the hot rod, pressing on its moist head, which elicits a spasm and long moan from Mark, "'...I want to do 'Bar...not you.' He quivers, though that was confirmation of his dastardly thoughts and serves to trigger my own.

 

"It's cause you want Bar so bad, that's why you're getting me instead."

 

"Ahh~" he moans out loud as I quicken my strokes in a manner to torture him. His legs spread out so that I could fully access his parts. The hands above his head writhe, though I keep them pinned there. Until I unwittingly let go of his wrists and slide that hand to just above the hard lump on his body and stroke it gently, making him squirm.

 

"Ah..ahh!" The other hand was still circling his mid-body, caressing and squeezing until it responded to my soft, rhythmic beat.

 

"Hehe!" I chortle within my throat as I notice fluid emerging from his little monster. His face gushes red, and his eyes fill up with barely concealable desire. 

 

"You wanna do my friend, then you gotta get through me first." I extend myself to goad him in the face. His eyes widen as he tries to squirm away.

 

"N.no!.." he tries again to wriggle free as I lower my hands further below. My knees have to pin him down once again before I use my hands to lift his legs to suppress his body. Mark raises his head and looks down on his naked body, which is under my control. He screams out loud again and again, though it doesn't bother me. I focus my attention solely on the narrow crevice. It must be tight down there.

 

"Lemme go! You fucker!..." he squirms until his legs break free from my grasp. One of his legs kicks down hard on my shoulder, and I feel its full force. He stands up and tries to get out of bed. But sorry, too late.

 

"Da hell you goin'?" I grab his arm and fling him back on the bed.

"No, ya fucker! Lemme go!"

 

"You asked for it, didn't you? You wanted it so badly, no?"

"Not with you. I wanted to do it with P'Bar!"

"But right now, I wanna do it with you"

 

"Ouch!" He cries out as I flip him over and press his face down against the bed, one hand at his neck while using the other to unbutton my pants.

 

"Don't, you fucker!" He turns towards me and tries to make me stop as he strokes my manhood with his hand.

 

"Don't be slow, you mean? I'll make it quick for you then," I leer while coming up with a vicious reply.

 

"Don't do it!" He retracts his body as I push my hardware towards his hole. His long hands flailing about, hoping to hurt me again, though I simply pressed his neck down to restrict his movement, so all he could grasp was thin air. I'm doing it...

 

"Arghhh! Ugh!..."

 

"Oooh~" I inhale strongly while he squeals at the top of his lungs as I firmly push myself into his body. I knew that doing so would make him hurt, but little did I realise his tightness would hurt me as well. 

 

"Damnit..." I swear softly as I push the remaining part in.

 

"Ugh! Ahh~ That's enough! Urgh!" I don't know what kind of face Mark made, but from the sound of it, he was in a lot of pain. But what do I care? I wanted to teach him a lesson. Torture was what he deserved.

 

"You so fuckin' tight I've nearly cum, how can I stop now?"

 

"Argh! Ugh..." I slowly enter again, my hand still pressing against his neck while the other is propped up on the bed. No foreplay was done to ready him, just gentle strokes. It's not like I'm worried he'll feel pain, but more like his tightness prevents me from making quick, sudden thrusts. So this is how it feels with guys. Warm and tight...I couldn't help but moan out loud.

 

"Ahh...Hmmm," The soft moaning comes from within my throat as his chasm begins to adjust to my large size. It wasn't as fluid as I had experienced with girls, but it was firmer and tighter than I had ever felt.

 

"Ah...you...ugh!" His face was still moaning into the pillow. His hands hit my body a few times, but fail to hurt me. I clench my teeth and carry on motioning in and out at my own rhythmic pace.

 

"Hmph! Ugh...uhh...P'Bar..." Mark whimpers before lowering his face into the bed.

 

"Bar my ass! I'm the one doing you, the name's Vee!" I pull at his hair and twist his handsome face towards me so that he can see me clearly.

 

"You bastard..." He bawls before slowly closing his eyes.

 

"Isn't this what you were planning on doing to my friend? You're no less of a bastard yourself, Mark."

 

"Argh!..." He lifts his face to gasp for air. As I forcefully press myself down on him, one of his hands grabs my arm and clutches firmly, as if wanting to relieve the pain.

"What...you gonna deny that?" I ask him softly as I graze my body against his back.

 

"It's between P'Bar and me. None of your damn business," He retorts without looking back at me.

 

"It's my damn business since Bar's my friend, and now you're my little bitch" I slowly emphasise the latter sentence into his ear and force myself inside again.

 

"Argh!...Why you!" Mark startles and shoves his hand against my belly.

"You're doing it with your husband, so you should say his damn name"

 

"Ugh...you fucker!" I press his neck down and gently lick the bite marks as the insertive motions down below become more accessible.

 

"Vee! My name's Vee"

 

"Agh!...Ah...it hurts..." His moaning was jumbled, though I could make out the last word. It didn't bother me, as that was exactly my intention.

 

"So what? It's what I want..uummm."

"Ah...argh...you...ahh..."

 

"Vee! I told you to call me by my name"

"No!...Urgh!"

 

"If you don't say my name, you ain't gonna cum", I say, grabbing at the hand he was about to use for stroking his penis. Mark gives me a tormented look; his eyes provoke me to push into him even more forcefully. Keep provoking. Then you'll know what vicious really means.

 

"Ugh!..P'Bar..."

 

"Say my damn name!... Ya little fucker!" I pull out before strongly thrusting all the way back in to teach the guy below me a lesson for not following my orders.

 

"Ya fuckin' bastard!"

 

"Is your husband named Bastard?" I pull his head back and look straight into his eyes, which by now were all red and swollen.

 

"Ughhh!" I kiss his thin lips before inserting my tongue inside his mouth. A still-dazed Mark unwittingly opens up, allowing me to explore inside easily. I lost count of how many times I'd kissed him, though each time I admit it felt weird. Not that satisfying, but enough to make me want to continue kissing.

 

"Urmmm", I moan in my throat as his tongue hooks mine and intertwines. Our tongues do a love dance as the suction increases on my lips, pleasuring me. My tongue goes in deeper in search of a sweetness and sensation I had never tasted before.

 

"Ouch!...you fucker!"

 

"Urgh!" I cry out as my mouth quickly withdraws from his. Instinctively squeeze his neck due to the pain I feel in my lips. I touch the spot with my tongue, which yields the metallic taste of blood and a slight acerbic smell.

 

"You fuckin' bit me, Mark..." I say slowly, though he doesn't reply, perhaps because I was pressing his airway. His determined eyes leave me no choice but to retreat from his cave. I pulled his head and forced him to sit up straight, not caring about

his pain or the drops of blood on the sheets. I stand up and pull his head up towards me. 

 

"If you wanted to use your mouth, just ask politely."

"Ugh!..." I insert myself inside his pretty mouth, but he clenches his lips to obstruct my path.

 

"Open up and suck it nicely", I demand, though he doesn't budge. I have little choice but to tug hard at his hair. 

 

"It hurts...ugh!" His eyes widen as I quickly insert myself into his warm mouth, thrusting in and out, not giving him any chance to initiate. Mark's face twists as his mouth gapes open for me to exploit at my own will.

 

"Oooh...ahhh...suck me..." I command as his face looks up at me. His gaze makes me want to press him down and insert into and out of him repeatedly all night long. He must be feeling a mixture of torment, pain, humiliation, and frustration. But for me...only pleasure. Pleasure at seeing him suffer.

 

"Urgh!" He exclaims as I thrust his head into my crevice, pushing in and out again and again until he eventually starts sucking me. He must've been in great pain due to my thrusts, to the extent that his mouth might've been torn if he didn't begin to suck.

 

"Don't you even fuckin' think about biting it," I warn as he starts sucking off my wet tip. 

 

"Uum....Oooh."

 

The good thing with guys is that they know exactly which parts feel the best sensation. I move my body along with his reluctant motion. One of his hands was placed on my legs while the other was tugging at the part his mouth couldn't reach. I still pressed his head hard and used my free hand to pull his shoulder in, keeping him near me.

 

"Ugh...Urgh..." 

 

Many minutes passed as I closed my eyes and revelled in the pleasure he was giving me, until I couldn't bear it any longer and withdrew from his mouth. I push him down onto the bed and lift his fair-skinned legs high.

 

"I...I can suck you till you cum...but don't...argh!" He couldn't even finish his sentence as I insert myself into his warm chasm in one swift motion. Mark squeals and holds his hand up against my stomach.

 

"Have you got any right to negotiate?" I question while rapidly moving in and out so he can't get ready like he did the first time. It's not that I give a damn, so long as I'm not the one hurting and I'm getting pleasure out of his body. That's all I wanted.

 

"Ugh...Ahh...P'Bar..." he wails as I thrust my waist around in circles. His pretty face looks skywards, and his mouth groans repeatedly. He moved one hand to his penis to masturbate, while the other kept my stomach at bay.

 

"Uum...say my name," I demand once again, this time his eyes fix upon mine. "Say the name of the one doing you right now."

 

"Urgh...P'Bar...'

 

Spank.

 

"Ugh!"

 

I swipe his masturbating hand away and use my whole fist to clasp his hot rod, pressing my thumb against its tip to obstruct his cumming.

 

"Say my name. I won't let go if you don't." I say while tightly squeezing his tip.

"Ya fucker..ahhh!" He wails as I firmly assert myself inside him.

 

"You gonna say my name or not?" I ask as I rapidly insert in and out. His face twists, and his body tenses up. Both of his hands try to peel my hand off his hot wand, but my grip strengthens so much that he doesn't dare continue trying. Instead, his fair-skinned hands scrape at my thighs and leave scratch marks.

 

"Urgh...uh...ugh...ahh"

 

"Uummm..." I cared little for the pair of eyes that looked at me pleadingly and kept on thrusting in and out while pressing his head down.

 

"Vee....ugh..lemme go", he says in agony. But that only makes me smirk and loosen my grasp on his big, hot pole, instead holding his waist and pulling him towards me. 

 

"Argh!"

 

"Uummm." Mark sends out a loud moan as I force myself in and out in swift motions, the groans from my throat indicating the pleasure I was feeling.

 

"Ahh...ooh..." Mark moved his hand towards himself and tugged away as my motions intensified.

 

"Vee...oohh..."

"Ahh...oww...

 

"Ah...ahh...ah..." he quivers under my body, the pretty eyes looking towards me, were met with my sneer.

 

"Remember, your husband's name is Vee. You ain't gonna be able to do anyone no more." I lowered myself to say to his twisted face as I thrust quicker till he mumbled out gibberish.

 

"Ah...ahh...l...I..."

"You what?"

 

"Hate you..."

 

"It's not that I like you either, Mark...ah..." I retort and let out a long moan as I reach orgasm. My body intensifies and shudders as I release my fluids into his small cave hole, thrusting a couple more times before slowly taking it out. It's not only a white liquid that flows out, but also a mixture of blood.

 

"Sorry, I released inside. Was thinking just how much I hate your guts that I forgot to pull out."

 

"Argh!... you bastard."

"Well, now you've got a bastard for a husband."

 

"You've had me only once. Don't think that I'll let you in again," he snaps back.

 

"If you don't stop going on about Bar, I'll drag you back and spread your legs again." I counter. 

 

"Oh...and don't forget to finish off by yourself. I ain't gonna help you suck it off or tug it for you. You just aren't that important to me."

 

"...you fucker." He shot back and dropped his hand down to his quaking hot pole that was in dire need of eruption.

 

Hmph! I smirk at him before sitting myself at the edge of the bed, using my finger to touch the cloudy fluid pasted to his leg.

 

"Oooh..." he moans and throbs until the fluids finally burst out.

 

"Finish up the job yourself. I only know how to put it in, but know next to nothing about taking fluids out."