5 comments/ 24625 views/ 17 favorites All in the Blood By: Tohias Editor's note: this story contains gay male content. If this does not interest you, please read no further. Sex pollen. Apparently that shits real. Some part of Flint knew it'd be a bad idea to take on the Seelie Queen on his own. The creature was two parts witch and one part wrong. It had been an uphill battle since the moment he entered her domain, clawing at the ghostly trees and stumbling over roots that seemed to magically find ways to get him on his knees. Although he probably should have guessed that the Seelie would've been a vicious bitch to take out. It was obvious by the way she had bloody kitten-skulls hanging off the branches like lanterns at a macabre festival. Kittens. That was five kinds of messed up. The fact was he didn't think - a rare oversight for a Hunter Scout - so in the end he paid for his arrogance. But he could live with that. What he couldn't live with was his father being that one to save him. What he couldn't live down was his father getting hit in his place from a poison dart in the back from the Seelie Queen herself and it didn't help because in the end Flint got hit too. Now both estranged father and son were huddling in a cabin that looked like a serial killer's vacation home and trying to stave off the spores in their lungs and the poison in their veins. To think after surviving two wars, three motor accidents and a stabbing in his back, Flint was going to die like this. Stuck in a room with a man he barely knew and with freakin' sex pollen urging him to rub up against the couch like a cat in heat. Flint didn't even have time to feel despair. He was just too bloody embarrassed that he was going to die from literal blue balls. + Father and son hid together in silence for nearly thirty-two hours. They decided to play the game of ignorance for as long as they could. Don't look. Don't touch yourself. Don't touch anything, especially each other and everything will be right as rain. Just ignore that they were both feeling randy as hell and ready to grind up against the hard wood floor and everything will be alright. Not bloody likely. They lasted one day and one night till both Flint and his father Kane, were going out of their minds. "This is your fault." Flint bit out, breaking the silence they had maintained for so long. Kane made a gruff sound at the back of his throat that meant, Fuck off. "Why'd you have to come? I told you and the rest of the unit I'd be fine huntin' that Queen on my own." Flint snapped. "I had her." "Is that what you call being pinned to a tree by knives?" The older man huffed from his corner of the room. Flint shot the man a dirty look. "You know you shouldn't have been there Kane. Your team doesn't have jurisdiction to hunt on that land. Mine does. And as far as I could tell, I'm literally the only person on the team that has legal permission to go burn the bitch." Flint ran tired shaky fingers through his hair. "I'm not trying to be high and mighty. You just shouldn't have been there." The older man leaned against the wall and propped his feet on a log of firewood. The ease in which he moved made Flint's teeth grind in annoyance. Even now, Kane was cold and composed as ever. It rubbed Flint in all the wrong ways. "Last I checked, you don't follow rules boy." Kane turned to look at the evening sky outside the cabin window. "And that's exactly the reason why you can't be left alone on solo runs. You're reckless and a danger to the rest of us who are trying to do our jobs properly so we can get back home to our families in one piece." And there was the cool, condescending tone Flint had been waiting for. God he hated that man. "Don't talk to me about family Kane. I could hardly take that word seriously when it's coming out of your mouth." Flint hissed. "Deserter." "Blood traitor." Kane threw back easily while still looking up at the sky through the window. "Murderer." "Like you ain't one?" Kane snapped. "And stop pacing. You're giving me a headache." "Fuck off." "Sit down." Flint doesn't. + Hallucinations are apparently apart of being drugged out on sex pollen. And apparently, they're really bad. It's his father that shows the symptom first after nearly two days of being confined to the cabin. Kane's eyes had glazed over and spent three hours staring at the wall like he'd been lobotomized. Nothing Flint said or did made his father respond him. By the fourth hour, when Flint had a glass of water from the small kitchen, he was suddenly attacked. There was a knife in Kane's hand and he was genuinely trying to slice Flint's throat open. They brawled for a while, smashing chairs and breaking what little glass was in the kitchen till Flint slammed his father's head hard against the wall. Suddenly that disturbing glazed look in Kane's eyes was gone and all that was left was confusion and shaking hands. "What the hell was that about?!" Flint snatched the knife off the floor and tossed it into the sink. Kane rubbed a shaky hand across his face, looking more tired than Flint had seen his father in a while. "I thought you were someone else...I couldn't see you. I didn't know where I was." His father sat down on the floor. God damn. "It's progressing faster than it should." Kane added quietly. "How come I haven't had hallucinations?" "You will." His father replied back with unnerving certainty. "I had it first because I'm older. You're twenty while I'm thirty-nine, your metabolism is fighting it off better." There was something grim in the line of his father's mouth. Flint finally asked, "This...poison...it will eventually go away right?" Kane just looked at him. Surely, it couldn't be that bad? "No." Kane looked away. "It won't naturally dissipate. The poison is spore based, which means its nature is to multiply." "Multiply?" Flint repeated worriedly. "Isn't...isn't there anything we can do?" He quickly added after a pause. "Other than the obvious option I mean." His father's silence was more telling than any answer he could have given. + Flint was having an extremely hard time hiding his hard-on. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew Kane would be having the same problem. But every time he looked at his estranged father, the older man looked like he was bored out of his mind which only served to make him even more agitated. Jesus. His balls felt like they were on fire and his own clothes were sandpaper against his skin. It was unbearable. Hyper-sensitivity wasn't as kinky as it sounded. It just hurt. Flint adjusted his watch. Midnight of the second day in their little hell-hole and the young hunter was just about ready to burn the cold little hut down and leave. He checked his watch again for lack of things to do and blinked at his wrist in confusion. There was something wrong. Flint must have been staring at the watch for almost five minutes but no matter how hard he tried, the markings on the clock face made no sense to him. He couldn't read the numbers. Actually he could focus his eyes on anything. Suddenly there were warm hands on his chin, tilting his face up as he blearily blinked away the sudden vertigo. "Flint." Who was talking? "Flint." The deep voice was very close and he couldn't recall when had sat down. Were the walls always that strange shade brown? Or was it green? "Flint, focus on me." That voice commanded and Flint slowly made eye contact. "Do you know where you are?" "Kane?" "Wrong. Try again. Where are you?" "Hell hole?" he muttered. "Close enough." Those large, scarred hands nudged his face closer and Flint could suddenly think clearly again. His father's face was inches away and while it was still stony and sharp, there was a slight crease in his soot coloured eyebrows. Flint felt something warm trickling down his nose and smudged it on his fingers. He inspected his hand with vacant curiosity, his head still half lucid and filled with cotton. Blood. "Shit." Suddenly his father's large palms where on his shoulders and urging Flint to lie down. The sudden contact felt too sharp, too sensitive and too hot. He wanted to shrug them off but the contact was doing things to his groin while his mind just wanted Kane to go away. He didn't need that damn man's sympathy or help. Or a boner. "Oi, get off." "Stop moving." The older man ordered firmly. "Your nose is bleeding all over the place." "I don't fuckin' need your help!" Flint snapped. "Can you just follow instructions without complaining for once in your life?" Kane growled, his temper rising and his ire increasing. "Not from you!" Flint was aware how petulant he sounded but the pounding in his head and the fire in his groin was making him less inclined to deal with his shitty father. "Do you want the poison flowing faster through your body?!" Kane raised his voice for the first time. "Just do as I say!" "Fuck you!" Flint spat, his voice dripping with malcontent. "You don't get to tell me what to do, whether as a Captain of the Watchman Unit or as my father!" The younger man started coughing but he continued on. "You forfeited that right years ago when you decided you wanted jack-shit to do with me and left!" The wheezing became worse in Flint's lungs and his mouth felt bone dry. Kane just stared all grim and cold and Flint just wished his father would look at him with something other than professional politeness or apathetic distance. God he hated that man. The older soldier sighed and rubbed his face then finally he spoke low and infuriatingly calm. "Then you don't have to do anything. Just listen." Kane leaned away from Flint. "We've tried to wait the poison out and usually it would've eventually disappeared but I don't know what kind of pollen strain the Seelie Queen used. So far, it looks a lot more persistent than the usual." The captain moved back, his slate-grey eyes analyzing Flint's body like his was a map or a weapon that had to be taken apart. Flint dreaded that words he knew his father would say. "You've begun hemorrhaging from your nose and soon it's going to be your ears and then your eyes. I won't be that far behind either. At this rate, my guess is that we'll both be dead within the next thirty hours." His father's pale eyes bore holes into Flint's growing sense of doom. "We'll be fine." Flint insisted but he knew his words were weak. "Just...a few more hours. We might be better then." It was flimsy logic and the young fighter's words felt even less convincing when his nose started bleeding again. "Flint...I know you don't have to listen to me but at least take my advice as one soldier to another. We can't wait this out." Flint knew what Kane was saying. He understood the logic and he even agreed on it. The problem was the unsettling churning in Flint's gut that just screamed no, no, no. "I'm not having sex with you." Not with my own father. Flint turned away, unable to look at the captain. His father just stared at him for a little while longer with unreadable eyes. Then after a long moment, Kane nodded. "I know and it's alright." It was just a few words but it conveyed easy acceptance. Acceptance at father's own death and Flint wasn't surprised that the older man wasn't going to push further. As much as Flint despised the man, he knew Kane had outstanding moral fiber. He'd never push. He'd never force. He'd make sure everyone always had a choice but without being a push-over. It's why he was so damn successful as a captain, as protector and as a leader. Fucking noble asshole, Flint thought helplessly. "Get some sleep." Kane instructed as he stood up and turned away. So Flint watched his father walk out of the room and furiously crushed the guilt rotting in his stomach and the hot burn in his groin. It was official. They were going to be dead by tomorrow. + The next morning, after beating-off nearly six times in a row, Flint looked down at his hands and watched the white semen dry on his skin with a sort of muted depression. He was a prodigy in his field. He was an orphan that pathed his own future on hard work and sheer bull-headedness. He was an expert marksman by the age of fifteen and already promoted to a frontline fighter against the border creatures that lurked at the dark edges of the city. He was a protector, just like his sweet dead mother had said he'd become. He was a fucking survivor. So why was he counting down the hours to his death when he could do something to prevent it? Was this how he was going to die? Desperately wanking off alone in a cold shack? Flint washed his hands and leaned heavily against the bathroom sink while trying to not think about Kane in the other room. Kane who had accepted so quickly that he would die because a prideful, bitter child couldn't sacrifice a little bit of himself to save both their lives. Suddenly Flint had to see Kane, had to talk to him. Maybe even apologize? He wasn't sure. But all he knew was that he couldn't stay in his small three-by-three room feeling guilty as fuck till the moment his dropped dead. So he quietly entered Kane's private room. The older man was sleeping rather uncomfortably on the hard mattress. It seemed the pollen was making living a terrible endurance with the hyper-sensitivity and the raging hard-ons and his father's was no different. But before Flint woke the man up, he spied something in Kane's hands. It was a little locket made of silver and delicate hair-line carvings. The feminine trinket looked out of place in his father's large hands that was more suited to holding guns than delicate jewelry. Curiosity getting the best of him, Flint looked closer and realised there was a picture of a baby girl inside the open locket. Something cold ran down Flint's spine. The girl was Kane's two year-old daughter. Emma? Anna? He couldn't remember the child's name. All Flint knew was that Kane had family. Actual proper family and they would probably miss him if he died and that little girl in the locket would grow up not knowing the asshole Kane as a dad and it would all be Flint's fault. "Shit." The young marksman quietly swore to himself. He wasn't a family-wrecker and despite his sporadic fantasies about killing his absent father, Flint wasn't going to suddenly commit patricide. "Shit." He rubbed his face with defeat and started to take off his combat jacket then his shoes. Flint swallowed the bile in his throat as he psyched himself into the right mindset. He could do this. All he had to do was fuck his father. + Kane woke to the feeling of someone unbuckling his belt. Without even opening his eyes, the older man reached under the pillow and grabbed his gun but cold hands stopped his movement before his could shoot the invader dead on the spot. "None of that Kane." said a low voice from below. Kane's eyes blinked open to the bizarre sight of his estranged son threading his belt out of his combat pants and dropping it onto the floor. The boy had tossed his trousers on the chair, lost his jacket at some point and his pale skin was covered in goosebumps. "What are you doing?" Kane asked with some alarm as he watched his son sit with his head near his crotch. The boy didn't answer, those deft, quick hands made little work of pulling down his fly and with next to no warning, cupped Kane's groin with a gentle squeeze. Kane hissed. Flint's hand palmed his hard erection through his boxers, rubbing long strokes through the fabric in firm, controlled movements. The older man felt electric jolt run up his legs and swell directly into his organ. It felt unbelievably delicious. And unbelievably wrong. He immediately sat up and grabbed his son's hands and stopped him in his tracks. "Stop." For the first time Kane caught sight of Flint's face properly and there was a strange blank expression staring back at him. That was not the face of a person that was happy with their hands on his junk. That wasn't even the face of a person that was happy period. What the hell was the boy doing? "Go back Flint." Kane ordered quietly, trying very hard to ignore the repulsive erection he'd been carrying for the last three days. The captain had even manage to reel in the violent urge to rut up against the mattress to an acceptable level but now the boy had ruined all his work and he was now resorting to digging his nails into his own palms so he wouldn't start masturbating right then and there. Flint remained frozen at the foot of the bed, unmoving and still. "I'm not leaving." The younger man finally said. "I'm not...I'm not going to carry the guilt of killing the both of us because of my indecision." The boy clenched his hands and then tugged them harshly out of Kane's grip. The man looked at the boy and asked, "You don't want this." "Of course I don't!" Flint barked. "Despite that fact that I've been horney as hell non-stop for the last three days, it doesn't mean I actually want to have sex with you." "Neither do I." Kane added. "We then that's something we both agree on for once but that doesn't change the fact that we're gonna have to do this." The boy said it with a grimace that didn't bolster Kane's confidence. "You were pretty adamant about leaving it alone last night. What changed?" Kane asked curiously. Flint frowned and looked out the window where the rain was pelting against the glass. "Nothing changed." The boy added quickly. "I just...I'm not dying like this." And neither are you, seemed to be implied. Kane eyed the erection tenting underneath his son's boxers. Well at least physically they were more than ready but that was the pollen-spores talking. Mentally, Flint looked as if he was a world away and even Kane wasn't sure he'd be able to bleach his brain out afterwards if they did this. "I get that." Kane agreed. "But you're not doing this if you can't even look at me." Flint snapped his amber eyes at him, all defiant and burning like whiskey on fire. "I can do this. We doing this and that's the end of it." "Are you sure?" Kane reached over and gently unfurled Flint's palm. When they opened, it revealed bloody fingernail marks in the boy's soft flesh. "It doesn't look like it to me." Kane knew he said the wrong thing because there was coiling anger rolling behind Flint's eyes, ready for a challenge and ready to prove Kane wrong. The captain sighed. Why was dealing to boy so difficult? He had better chances of taming a killer wildlings on drugs than the young man he could barely even call 'son'. Flint was suddenly on top of Kane, thighs bare and straddling his stomach. Those pale amber eyes glared down at him with impotent fury and cocky confidence. "Listen to me Kane." The boy said his name like it tasted of raw meat. "I'm a Watchman soldier. I've trained to serve and to protect and I'm more than aware that I'll probably die on a mission, I'm more than certain I probably won't live past thirty." Flint sneered, his palm resting on the both sides of Kane's head. "So if I'm going to die, it'll be because I was doing my job right. It'll be because I was saving someone's life or protecting the people I love most." The young man leaned right up to Kane's face, his breath hot against his cheek. "So I ain't gonna fucking to die from blue-balls, you get me?" All in the Blood Then Flint rolled his hips in one grinding rotation and Kane shut eyes from the stinging arousal erupting in his groin and burning up his entire body. Kane half hissed and half growled. "You know that the only way to flush the poison is to have sex, not just some jerking off right? It's all or nothing." Flint scowled at him. "Dude I know." "No Flint." Ignoring the burn in his cock, Kane added, "You tell me right here and right now that this is something you consent to." The young soldier gave him a steady look that was more a glare than anything else. "Don't have much of a choice now do I?" "Flint!" The younger huffed, "Yes, I consent." His son rolled his hips again and pressed their erections together with unforgiving pressure. "I ain't dying here." The boy whispered again into his ear and then yanked both their boxers down, freeing the cocks into the open air. We ain't dying here. Then his son grounded down again and Kane's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his lips till they bled. + It was a strange experience as they stripped off their clothes. The sex pollen made their bodies desire immediate skin-on-skin contact with a raging need that bordered on the ludicrous, however the functional parts of their minds that moved separately from the primal urges seemed to find the entire ordeal awkward and strange. Trying to remember what to do when prepping for anal intercourse, Kane moved his hand to the younger man's ass to loosen the opening but stopped immediately when Flint flinched back. "What's wrong?" Kane asked, snatching his hand away. "You don't need to do that." The older man frowned. "Boy, this isn't going to pleasant if I don't prep you properly." There was an odd look on the boy's face. "Look, you just don't need to alright." The boy's suddenly looked embarrassed. "Because I already prepped myself before you woke up." The captain blinked and suddenly imagined the jaded young man opening himself up with his fingers for the sole purpose of being taken. Normally that wouldn't be Kane's kink at all but he blamed the pollen for making his cock ache furiously at the idea. His son reached under the bed and fished out a bottle from his combat gear. "We don't have any lube but this gun oil works just fine." Kane watched as Flint warmed the oil between his hands, an oddly considerate thing to do before lathering his father's shaft under the firm slide of his hand. The older man breathed sharply through his teeth as he watched the boy rub his cock till it was slick and wet. It was ridiculous. The captain hadn't been this ready to cum so fast since he was a teenager and it was just a hand job. The boy was efficient with his movements and made no exaggerated and wasteful action even in sex, just like he did when fighting or anything else Kane observed his son do. So it took little to no time for Flint to straddle his hips and line the head of his cock to the entrance. But the boy stopped before going any further. Kane watched as a faint tremble ran down his son's arms and suddenly touched the young man thighs and rubbed soothing circles into the flesh. "Have you done this before? With a man I mean." Kane asked quietly, afraid any loud sounds would scare the boy off. There was a pause and then Flint reluctantly shook his head. "No." He looked at his father and asked, "Have you?" Kane shook his head as well. "No." A sudden and unexpected breathy laugh escaped out of his Flint's mouth. "The blind leading the blind eh?" Kane agreed with grim amusement. There was a moment where they both stared at each other with odd little smiles, unsure whether to laugh or cry at their extremely unusual predicament. Then the moment passed and Flint began to lower his body into his father's cock. The mushroom head went in first but it took a good minute for Flint to move again after that. The boy hissed as he continued the descent, his arms shaking and his eyes shut tight. Kane all the while rubbed comforting strokes up and down the boy's hips and back, his arms unaccustomed to gentle soothing movements when they were usually used to maim and kill but it seemed to help so he continued. Then after five minutes, Flint was fully seated in his father's lap. They both felt so completely undone. Kane hissed and didn't dare to move. Too tight. Too Tight. Then Flint began to move. + Flint preferred to bottom from the top, he had more control that way and he refused to be degraded any further then he already was by being pinned face down into the mattress like a dog. But any and all pride went right out the window when his father began to thrust upwards into him and the pain slowly bloomed into blinding pleasure. It wasn't supposed to actually feel good, Flint complained in his head. But then again, wasn't it the sex pollen's job to drive them into a mating frenzy? And it wasn't just Flint. His father gripped his hips as he guided his son's body up and down onto his cock, the pace slow but quickly swelling into a rapid tempo. "D-does it still hurt?" Kane suddenly gasped out. Flint slammed him hips back down again and choked out a reply. "N-n-no!" the younger man answered as he tried to suck in air. "It's f-fine." "Just fine?" Kane suddenly asked in a husky tone as he ground upwards with shocking pressure. Flint's thighs trembled. "S-shut up man. Just keep doing whatever the fuck you're doing." The man's son hissed out in between bounces. "And wipe that stupid grin off your face." His father just responded by increasing the pace of his pelvic thrusts, the girth of his cock stretching Flint's ass a little more every time their hips met with a rude slap. At some point Kane reached up and gave his son's penis a few experimental pumps and with barely a warning, Flint's body stopped altogether and orgasmed all over his father's hand. "Shit." The boy cried when the last spurt of cum streamed down his abs. "Are you alright?" Kane managed to ask while he continued to piston into his son's body. The boy couldn't talk as the sex pollen flared inside his body with burning pulses. "Flint?" Kane's son made some intangible sound as he looked down at his cock and found it still rock-hard and swollen. Wasn't it over yet? His father suddenly made as strange sound and before Flint could register what was happening, Kane flipped his son onto his back and increased the punishing pace of his thrusts while holding the boy's legs up. After a particularly bruising grind, Kane tensed up and with a growl, he came inside his son. + That should have been the end of it. But it wasn't. The pollen was more potent then they both expected and after their first ejaculation their cocks didn't soften. In fact it became more agitated and more red as the seconds passed and soon they found themselves rutting against each other with barely even a minute break. It became obvious that they would have to fuck more than once. But instead of one round, it took another seven. They both stayed in that room for the next hour and managed to hit nine orgasms during that time. They were both tired but an unnatural strength was driving Kane and Flint into flushing the poison out of the system. So father and son stayed in that room and fucked till the rain stopped and the sun was high up in the sky. They didn't kiss and they didn't talk but they understood each other for the first time by listening to their and bodies and each other's breathy moans. + It was almost high noon when Flint and Kane started to feel the poison slowly moving and purging out of their systems. Flint was flayed out on the bed with his legs bouncing back and forth by his ears as his body writhed beneath the pressure of his father's penis pushing inside him at a rapid pace. His cock was rubbed raw between their stomachs and he could only hope to remain conscious as his body gripped onto his father's organ with a carnal need that embarrassed him. "Holy fuck!" The younger man groaned for the tenth time as he came again. He actually did pass out with guttural wail ripping from his throat as body shook in violent tremors from his full-body orgasm, his limbs shaking and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His back arched off the bed, and then he did it again three more times as he ejaculated in heavy bursts, flinging the milky fluid on the wall behind his head. By that point, Flint could barely speak, his voice choking in his throat as tried to suck air around the burning in his stomach. "Orgasms aren't supposed to feel like that." The boy mumbled, barely coherent. He distantly noticed his father above him, hammering his red girth into his body like it was the only thing he knew how to do. He saw his father looking down at him with a strange expression on his face, it almost looked like distant wonder as he watched his son convulse as another orgasm exploded out of his boy body. Flint's legs quivered and vibrated as it wrapped around his father's waist. "Shit. Shit. Shit." The young man chanted. He was so tired but he couldn't stop and just when he thought they might be finished, something strange happened. + The captain could feel it a strange swelling in his groin. "Kane?" He looked down at his son blinking up at him in confusion, a red flush crawling up his cheeks as the boy gasped in surprise. "...What the fuck?" Flint suddenly gasped but this time he choked a little. "You're...it's...it's getting..." another wail and the young man's hands fisted around the sullied bedsheet. "Is it growing!?" Kane looked down at his body and began to notice a curious tingling and his groin started to feel tight. Shit. It really was growing. His son's hole was stretching more than before - red and pink with tension - he couldn't see his penis because it was buried inside his son's body, but he could feel it. He could feel his cock horrifically and impossibly getting larger - pushing and filling the small space inside his son. "Dad!" The boy was panting and writhing and a panicked look started to crawl onto the young man's face. Startled, Kane realised Flint actually called his dad. "W-what's happening!?" It had to be the pollen. He was going to kill that bitch when all this was said and done. But for now Kane leaned closer till his forehead touched his son's shoulder and suddenly he could feel an unnatural instinct suddenly whispering to him at the back of his head. Keep going, keep fucking. It was a command he couldn't resist. So he did just that. His son threw his head back in a silent scream as his father gripped his hips and with one swift movement and impaled him till the boy's body flung itself into the headboard. From there the older man piston his hard organ into his son's body, unable to stop or comprehend his cock still swelling inside. Keep moving. Keep pushing. Keep breeding. The man pushed his own confused thoughts out of the way when he realised the sound coming from beneath him. His son was crying. Through his heated haze something snapped and he touched the boy's face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he hushed into his child's ear. "I...I can't stop." "It's - it's too big!" his son gasped. "It's getting bigger!" "I know." Kane panted. "I know but I can't stop it." I don't know how! That's when he noticed it. His son's stomach was...bulging. They both blinked down at the strange shape protruding from inside Flint's body and they both realised what it was. "That...that's..." his son's eyes were wide and glassy with lust and pain and confusion. "Shit." was all Kane could manage. His organ had grown to the length of his forearm and the girth was almost as thick as his son's neck. That couldn't be possible. That wasn't possible. "...it stopped growing." Kane managed to croak out as he tried to gain control over himself. "How?" his son looked back at him. "How is this happening? How haven't I been torn?" The older man decided to test something. He gently moved and they both watched with a mixture of horror and freaky sort of lust as the thing moved underneath his son's skin. "Oh my god." his son gasped with unexpected heat. "I can feel it moving. I see it moving and I'm going crazy. This is officially the weirdest shit that's ever happened." The boy was panting harder than before, his eye never leaving the cock bulging and swelling from underneath the muscles of his stomach. Kane suddenly notice there was too much slick and slime oozing out of his son's backside, a deluge of clear, warm fluid coating his insides as well as the outside, almost like the slick that covered the walls of female vaginas. "Something's happening with your insides." "No shit!" "No...I mean something came out." Kane swiped some of the cleat liquid and rubbed it into his son's chest. "What the hell is that?" "Natural lube?" The man responded as he continued to gently thrust in small pushes. "And your skin seems to be more...elastic. Reckon that's why you haven't torn anything." The boy fell back on his back and sighed while trying to desperately compartmentalize. "Well, thank fuck for that then." Flint sobbed suddenly unsure what to say or do. "Does it still hurt?" his father asked still managing to sound worries while vibrating with lustful energy. "No...no something's happening. I can't..." The suddenly his son started to shake and move on his own. "I can't stop my hips, I need...I need...I need..." His father pushed just a little deeper, watching his cock bulge and shift in his son's stomach. He didn't think it was appealing. No he didn't but... "What do you need?" Kane whispered into the boy's ear, his lust suddenly surging back with a viciousness that nearly floored him. "Oh god!" The Flint suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms around his father's neck and sat himself down into his father's lap without ever breaking connection with Kane's oversized shaft. Then Flint began to bounce with wild recklessness. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" he swore into his father's ear. The young soldier suddenly slammed his entire body weight into his father's lap, impaling himself and his stomach protruding almost grotesquely as he sat fully seated on his father's throbbing organ. His head was thrown back and his eyes wide with shock. "I can't. Dad. Fuck! Hurry! Do something for fuck sake!" The older captain frowned as he began to thrust. "What's happening? "I don't know! Just stop talking and..." His son's eyes widened impossibly and the next moment his was screaming. Ah. The older man realised it in between his haze of lust. Prostate. The boy roughly pushed his father on his back without a single word or explanation and snapped hips up and down at a frenzied pace, feeling the overwhelming girth of his father new size. The young man rode Kane desperately trying to find the spot inside him with an almost animal single-mindedness. "Slow down boy." "Can't." was all his son could squeeze out in between gasps. Then he bounced back and forth and tried moving his hips in a circular motion till finally, finally, Flint found it. His father's gigantic girth pressed itself against the prostate at a sweet angle and it sent the young man wailing and arching his back. "There!" The older man obliged and grabbed the boy's hips and thrusted up. His son started wailing and his thighs started shaking. Kane's body could feel pre-orgasmic heat pooling viciously in his belly and his cock throbbed painfully. He felt like he couldn't stay inside his son's body without bursting and then his cock started to vibrate and swell again. His son was a writhing mess of nerves and drooling onto the pillow as his father slammed and again and again in his body. "Dad..." his son's voice was weak his eyes were glazed. "Something's happening again..." The boy shuddered as the man screwed his son into oblivion. He could feel it too. "Dad..." His son started to rub the protruding impression of his father's penis through the skin of his swelling stomach. The sight was shredding the older man's mind into pieces. "Dad..." Stop saying my name like that, his father snapped viciously in his mind. Flint kept squeezing his father's cock through the bulge of stomach as the older man plowed his pulsing cock in again and again. He could feel it all peeking to a white, blinding light. "DAD!" Kane snapped his hips one last time into the wet mess of a boy beneath him and growled low and impossibly deep. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move and all he could do was grunt in agony and pleasure and finally, FINALLY his cock exploded. Hot, sticky, warmth flooded both of them as semen began to spray out of both of them. Flint was convulsing in uncontrollable tremors as a full-body orgasm tore through his limbs wave after wave till nothing but a whimpering, moaning sound escaped from his son's gaping mouth. The older man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body went on fire. + An age later, when both of them were spent, the older man propped himself off his son and looked down at the boy's face. Lazy and tired, his son opened his heavy eye-lids and looked at his father with wonder and disbelief. "Were okay now?" The younger man whispered, his voice nearly gone. His father brushed his son's hair away with shaky fingers, unsure and unfamiliar with such a gentle movement. "Yes." Kane brushed his fingertips across his son's eyelids and his flush cheeks. "Yes, I think so." They both could feel that their bodies were no longer heavy with lust and poison. They were going to live. Suddenly Flint smiled with all his teeth and whispery laugh escaped his throat so unabashedly full of glee and relief. His father though the boy looked like sunlight after heavy rain. "You're beautiful." He didn't mean to say it and he had to push away a sudden feeling of embarrassment when his son locked eyes with him. Without much thought, Flint reached up and brushed his warm fingers against his father's lips. "Thank you." The boy-soldier offered with an uncharacteristically unsure smile. "For following me here when you didn't need to. For saving my life." "Always." And he meant it. His father suddenly went still and hissed. "Kane, what's wrong?" "It's..." They both looked down where they were still connected. The older man's penis was lodged deep in his son and seemed for all intent and purposes happy to stay in there. "I can't take it out." "Seriously? Where stuck?" the son watched with something akin to awe as his stomach was swollen with cum. "Shit how much did you come?" "Sorry, I..." "What?" the boy started to feel movement inside him. "What wrong, you're sweating." "Baby, I think I know how to get out of you but I need to go back to normal first." The boy hissed when his father moved. "How, I thought...I thought we were finished?" His father's stomach started to clench with convulsions. "Can you handle another load?" he gritted out in pain. "I think there's only one more left." "Seriously?" his son asked incredulously. "We've already came like sixteen times. How the hell do you have one more left? And look at my stomach! It's huge! I don't think I can fit any more cum inside me right now." All in the Blood "No...this feels different. I think this is supposed to happen." Suddenly Kane fell on top of his son and started to shake while grindind low and slow. Then the hot, pulsing cock inside his son began to move all on its own. Then his milky cum exploded into his son's body with little to no warning in great gushing spurts. All the boy could focus on was the wheezing, guttural groan of his father above him. Then Flint's belly began to swell more and more till it look so tight and big, they were both sure the boy wouldn't be able to move. "Christ..." Flint moaned. The younger man began to pant alongside his father as he felt something moving inside his body. The cum swirled inside his belly and impossibly the entire combined sensation of being filled made the boy hit another orgasm. It blindsided them both when their bodies finally ejaculated the last of their fluids and both were utterly catatonic. "Fuck...what the hell was that?" Flint managed to wheeze out in between the aftershock of his orgasm. His father pulled his deflated cock bit by bit then suddenly moved it out in one quick tug, making a vulgar squishing sound as it slipped out. The older man blinked in amazement and something he refused to identify as lust, when he watching his son reached his orgasm again from just pulling out. "Did you just...?" he blinked down at the boy. His son covered his eyes with his arms. "Shut up man." he sniffed. "Urgh...my body feels messed up. Stop judging me." "Shhh, sorry." he pulled his son's arm away to look at him. "Are you alright?" The boy hiccupped and sniffed but nodded. "Shit. Yeah, sorry...just a bit fucking overwhelmed right now." "Language." he reprimanded instinctively. "Seriously? Language? After what we just did?" the boy laughed like he wasn't sure where up or down was anymore. "Alright, argh, just help me up, everything's too tight right now." His father gently moved up and watched his son crawl on his hands and knees. Then he watched with a heady sort of dazed look when his boy started to open his twitching, red hole. After a few minutes, the boy suddenly cried out in frustration as he buried his face down into the mattress. "What the fuck man!" he pushed his ass into the air and thrusted back. "What the hell's happening? Why won't it come out!?" "Here, let me help you." His father reached around and started to press into his son's cum-filled swollen stomach. Slowly, white hot fluid trickled slowly out of the boy's body and dribbled down his thighs. "Hmph!" the young soldier groaned. His son placed his hand onto of his father's then pushed down together onto his bulging belly and suddenly, as if a dam had been broken, the pink hole stretched then a torrent of milky cream squirted out on the bed. There was steam rising out of the fluid and they both kept pressing onto the boy's stomach, coaxing the semen out as his father held him from behind. It took a shocking seven minutes for the boy's stretched body to retract back to half its size. "Is that all?" the older man asked as his son tiredly collapsed on the soaked bed. "No." he huffed. "Got a good half still in there, I can still feel it inside me but I don't think your spunk is coming out of me anytime soon." The older growled at himself when he felt his heavy organ twitch. "Alright, get up, we need to take a shower." "Argh...can't move." "Up." "Can't we do that later? I'm sore fucking everywhere. Totally your fault by the way." The boy yelped when his father scooped him up and held him bridal style to the bathroom. + Flint felt uncomfortable as he watched his father bathe him. No one had paid that much attention to him since his mother's death and he most certainly didn't expect it to come from Kane out of all people. But he couldn't deny that the warm cloth scrubbing away at his sore skin felt somewhat calming, especially after the ordeal his body had just gone through. Flint wouldn't be surprised if he was still in some kind shock. "I'm sorry." Kane suddenly whispered not looking at him and firmly focusing on the task of cleaning his son's body. "For what?" Flint asked tiredly as his eyes drooped low. "The bruises." Flint blinked down at the hand shaped discoloration blooming on his hips. "Oh...well sorry about the scratches then." Flint replied easily. And indeed there were long red lines running down his father's back in multiple places. They fell back into an easy silence as they both finished cleaning themselves up. Ten minutes later both father and son moved into Flint's bed since the other one was well and truly ruined and they weren't feeling hungry so they just settled for some water and crawled underneath the sheets together. "I know you saw the locket." Kane suddenly muttered from his side of the bed. Flint blinked at the man and then shrugged. "So?" "I'm sorry." "Christ, what's with you and apologizing today? Can't you just go the sleep?" Flint snapped. Suddenly his father turned around to face his son and pinned him with clear grey eyes that seem to implore Flint too listen to him. "All this...you shouldn't have had to do it. When you first said that you couldn't have sex with me, I understood that and I didn't blame you for making that decision even if it meant we died. You shouldn't have to sleep with your own father. You don't deserve to go through that." Kane pulled out the locket with his daughter (his half-sister his mind supplied) in it and looked at Flint like he was readjusting his view on him. "But I think you changed your mind not for me...but for Anna." Dear lord. That was most he ever heard his usually cool and silent father speak in one go. Flint sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I know I was never your first choice Kane." The words felt like barbwire around his throat. If there was something a little sad in Flint's voice, he ignored it. "You didn't want me as a son and you didn't stick around to help mum raise me and every time I remembered the image of her breaking her back again and again just to put food on the table I blamed you. I blamed you for not being there to help us." "Flint -" "Shut up and just listen." The boy snapped. "When I got older I realised you didn't even know I existed and it just made me feel worse because if you didn't know, then I couldn't blame you. Logically you couldn't be the monster I made you out to be." Flint paused, pushing the urge to cry or something else equally embarrassing. "Then...I read your file when I realised I was assigned to your scout team. I can't remember if I was excited or completely horrified to meet you finally." There was a dark chuckle. "So when I was reading your file, I realised that you had a wife, a baby daughter and even a son only three years younger than me." Flint found it a little hard to breathe. Urgh, he hated heart to hearts. "You had an entire family, you had another son, one you actually raised had cared about. You had a life...without me. And suddenly it was like I was orphaned all over again." Yeah, and maybe Flint was crying a little bit now but he refused to brush it away. "In our line of profession, where we die young and fast, we can't make a habit of hopelessly yearning for things we can't have. It's just a waste of time." The boy swallowed the knot in his throat and turned to look at his father and said, "And I've wanted you for far too long." They probably the most honest words he ever say to Kane. He rubbed his eyes feeling suddenly embarrassed and stupid. "Forget about it -" The younger man drawled sleepily. But then suddenly Kane was kissing him. Actually kissing him. Like properly. Flint floundered for a few moments, unsure about what to do but eventually he closed his eyes and let himself be wrapped up in strong arms that should have cradled him when his was a child but was doing it now in a totally different way. They both pulled apart, a little dazed and it almost looked like Kane wasn't even sure what happened. "I shouldn't have done that." His father muttered while running his palm across his face. "I'm sorr -" "What did I say about you apologizing? I don't fuckin' want to hear it." Flint turned away trying to hide the mortifying blush crawling up his neck. He shot a quick look at Kane and quietly added, "It wasn't that bad anyway, could've been a lot worse." The man's lips twitched. "Now that our 'chic-flick' moment is over, can we just go to sleep?" The young man complained while turning back to the window. His father didn't say anything but that was alright, the press of his warm body and strong arms spread across his back was enough. "Oh and by the way, tomorrow I'm gonna fucking skin that Seelie bitch." His father huffed amused into his hair. "Not if I get her first." . END ~Tohias Bane