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Loveless	By : LadyDorian Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Dos
- 3-IV
- 4-Knight
- 5-Rex
- 1
- 2
- 3
Dos.

I always remembered him as being ice cold. Never smiling, never laughing, a gray-haired, middle-aged man who wore drab suits and ever duller ascots, he was the polar opposite of One. The students respected him because they feared him. His only enjoyment seemed to be dishing out punishments when we misbehaved or fell behind on our lessons. He especially liked to strike us with his cane, though never hard enough to leave a serious injury. Though he was a cruel man, he was still our teacher, and I admired him almost as much as I did One.
Dos had been One's pupil at some point; his skills were almost equal that of his teacher. When One grew too old to go on missions, Dos took his place. He instructed us well, sometimes personally taking us along with him. Under his tutelage, I was quickly learning to master the art of assassination. By the time I was eighteen I was taking on clients by myself, though if I was offered a particularly dangerous mission, I would sometimes go to Dos for advice.
Although I was spending increasingly more time with Dos, One was still my passion. Every mission, every kill was for him. I thought fondly of him during the day and jerked off to his image at night. I never again attempted to reveal my feelings to him, but I held on to them with all I had. I just couldn't keep myself from loving him.
My affection for him would prove to be one of my biggest flaws.

It happened one day in late summer. I had been one of the students chosen for laundry duty that week, and was making my way through the halls collecting dirty garments. Whenever I emptied the wooden basket outside of One's room, I would pause to examine the clothes within before cramming them into my sack. Fine cotton dress shirts, soft, colorful robes—One possessed a great fashion sense. That morning, my fingers brushed across the silken fabric of a royal purple tie. After glancing around to make sure I was alone, I brought the tie up to my face and pressed it gently against my cheek. It smelled faintly of cologne. I became hard almost instantly.
I should have tried to calm myself down; I should have taken a shower or thought of something unsexy, like history lessons or girls. But my cock was aching for attention, demanding it almost. So I did one of the stupidest things possible. I ran to the bathroom and furiously began to masturbate.
I didn't know how long he had been standing there. I didn't even hear the door slide open. I was oblivious to the world, sitting on the toilet with my pants down and eyes closed, the tie stuffed in my mouth, hands working my shaft with vigor. It was only by chance that I happened to glance up. When I saw him, my blood ran cold. He had an irritated look on his face. "Don't you have anything better to do? Chores, maybe?"
I scrambled to cover myself. "S-Sensei! I-I-I'm s-sorry—" I stammered. I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been, forgetting to lock the door.
"Just get back to work," he hissed.
Dos didn't need to tell me twice; I was desperate to get as far away as possible. Clumsily, I stumbled past him and down the hall. As I ran off I could hear him complaining loudly, "Dios mío! These kids will be the death of me!"

It was several days before anything came of my encounter with Dos. Just when I was starting to put the most embarrassing moment of my life behind me, he called me to speak with him after class. Once the room had cleared, I approached cautiously, praying that my punishment wouldn't be too harsh. "Sensei, you wanted to see me?"
Dos nodded and looked me over from head to toe, humming softly. "I wanted to speak with you about the other day—"
"I'm so sorry, Sensei!" I blurted out. "Please don't tell One about it. I promise it'll never happen again—"
He prodded me in the chest with his cane. "Watch your tone, niño. I won't tolerate such childish whining."
I took a few deep breaths and tried to compose myself before speaking again. "Sensei, please forgive me. What you saw the other day—"
"Are you a virgin?"
His question caught me off guard. "Sensei?"
"Do I have to repeat myself?" he asked sternly.
I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I lowered my gaze to the floor, too shocked to look him in the eyes. Why was Dos asking me such personal things? But, as he was my superior, I had no choice but to answer his inquiries truthfully. "Y-yes, Sensei. I'm a virgin."
"Would you like me to teach you, then?"
My ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. "I—are you joking, Sensei?" Surely he hadn't just offered to have sex with me?
Dos was not amused by my question. "Answer me: Yes or No," he commanded. "You only get one shot, so you'd better be sure of yourself."
My mouth went dry; I was at a loss for words. Yet Dos expected me to answer. Yes or No?
The decision was ultimately mine to make.

Rumor had it that Dos had a wife and children outside of the dojo. He almost never spent weekends at the complex, so we all assumed he went home to his family. Regardless of whether or not Dos was a family man, there were other, seedier rumors circulating about his private life. Some claimed he had sex with students in exchange for higher grades. They said no one had come forward to One about it because they were afraid of what Dos would do to them. They knew just how dangerous he was.
I hadn't believed any of it at first, at least not until the day I heard it for myself. But why would Dos want to have sex with me? Moreover, why would I want to have sex with Dos? One was the man I loved. Wouldn't I be betraying him if I slept with another?
But One didn't want me that way. And I couldn't deny that I was curious about sex with another man. Besides, I was afraid if I refused, Dos would tell One what I was doing in the bathroom with his tie. With quivering lips, I agreed to his proposition.
He met me in my room later that day, taking extra caution to lock the door behind him. He didn't waste any time in telling me to take off my clothing. I did as I was instructed, until I stood cold and naked in front of him. My stomach was in knots. I wondered what Dos thought of me in this state. Nervously, I glanced down at my nude body, past my chest with its coarse, curly hair, to my stiffening cock and trembling legs. I examined Dos' face for any change in expression, but he was as emotionless as a rock. Maybe I didn't impress him as much as some other students he'd had.
I watched as Dos removed his outer jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. After that, he ceased disrobing. I was contemplating how he intended to do it with his clothes on when he spoke up, his voice echoing in the tiny room. "Sit down on the mattress."
I complied, lowering myself to the futon and sitting with my legs slightly parted. Dos knelt down on the bed before me, his eyes focused on my lower regions. For a brief moment, I pondered if I had made a mistake in accepting his offer. But before I could even consider putting a stop to it, Dos reached for the back of my head and drew me in for a kiss. His lips gently parted mine, allowing his tongue room to explore. He tasted like cigarettes and bourbon, strange but not wholly unpleasant. As he delved deeper into my mouth, I thought to myself, This is the first time I've ever truly kissed someone. I could feel a stirring down in my cock.
To my disappointment, the kiss didn't last long. Dos pulled away after a few seconds and dove straight between my legs. I jumped when I felt the sudden shock of his hot tongue on my shaft. He licked my hardened cock from base to tip before taking the entire length into his mouth. I'd never felt such an amazing sensation before. It was warm and wet and slippery—a thousand times better than jerking off. I craned my neck to watch him suck me, my fingers nervously tweaking my nipples as I enjoyed the show.
His head bobbed up and down at a steady pace, his tongue swirling circles around the head of my cock. My body was shaking, trying to hold back, but the pleasure was overwhelming. I came hard, pouring every ounce of myself into Dos' mouth. Gasping for air, I watched as he drew back and spit my milky cum into his palm. "You're supposed to warn someone before you do that," he scolded.
"S-sorry," I breathed. I pulled at my ponytail, releasing waves of long brown hair. "Now...what?" I would've been more than satisfied calling it quits right there, but Dos had other plans for me.
"On all fours now. Turn around."
I did as I was told, limbs still twitching from my intense orgasm.
"Spread your legs wider," he growled. I felt his fingers prying at my ass, smearing my cum around the hole there. "Now try to relax. This is going to sting at first." He circled my entrance for some time, allowing me to grow accustomed to the strange new sensations. I'd never touched myself there before, but I found the feeling to be somewhat soothing. I pressed my face into my pillow and moaned quietly. The pressure around my hole increased slightly, and very slowly, one of his digits began to wiggle its way inside.
It did sting at first. A lot. My muscles immediately tensed up around the foreign object. Dos only pushed in deeper, fighting until his entire finger had been swallowed up. He cautioned me to relax again, insisting that I would eventually become used to the feeling. I sank deeper into the pillow, trying my best to calm myself. Gradually, the pain faded to a dull throb, and I was left feeling strangely full.
Dos began to pump in and out, slowly and carefully at first, then increasingly faster. I was beginning to feel good. All the little nerve endings inside of me were on fire; my cock was starting to spring back to life. Then, Dos added another finger.
The pain became more intense, but I forced myself to bear with it. I reminded myself that I had been through worse—grueling training, dangerous swordfights—compared to that, this should have been easy. Yet all the assurances in the world couldn't alleviate the hurt. I was vulnerable, at the mercy of his hands.
He began to spread his fingers apart, stretching me open. My hand fell to my cock, and I stroked it aggressively, desperate to take my mind off the ache in my backside. He dug deeper inside me, twisting his digits around. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Dos touched upon a spot that made my body shiver in pleasure.
"Ahhhn…what was that?"
"Your prostate," he replied, curling his fingers. "Feels good?"
Good was an understatement. My eyes seemed to blur with pleasure. "Yeah…please, don't stop…" It felt like an electric current was running through my balls, my cock. My hand was becoming slick with precum. I was so lost in euphoria, I barely noticed when Dos withdrew and added a third finger.
I gasped as I was spread wider than I had ever been. I could only hope that in time the sex would get better, that it wouldn't always be this sick waltz of pleasure and pain. Dos had no encouraging words for me. He moved in silence, working slowly and diligently. After a few minutes had passed, he pulled out completely, leaving me empty and exposed. I heard a familiar zzzip as he pulled down his fly. "Are you ready?"
I spun my head around in time to see him pull a condom from his pants pocket. He tore at the foil with his teeth, a look of hunger in his narrow eyes. His cock was long and pale, graced with thick silver curls at its base. I turned away when I felt his erection brush against my thigh. Sweat dripped onto the sheets; strands of hair clung to my face, obscuring my vision. I tried not to think of the pain that would soon greet me, instead closing my eyes and focusing on my unsteady breaths. Behind me, Dos lined himself up with my hole, and carefully began to push inside.
Dos was clearly wider than three fingers, because the moment his head pierced my opening, I felt a pain greater than anything I had experienced before. It was almost like a hot iron was being shoved into me. He dug his nails into my hips and slid in deeper, stretching my tiny entrance until I thought it would tear. Eventually, he stopped moving, and I realized that he must have been completely inside me at that point. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the throbbing would soon fade.
My cock had grown a bit soft. Dos reached around and took it in his hand, giving a few quick tugs. His hips began to rock slowly, inching in and out. He never stopped to ask if I was alright, though I'm sure he must've heard me crying into my pillow. This was just another training session to him—another hurdle I had to overcome. I just wished One had been teaching me instead of Dos.
I found that the pain began to subside when I thought of One. By now, Dos was fucking me faster and deeper; I could feel his balls slamming against mine. I was almost ready to come again; he was pumping my cock so intensely. "Sensei…ahh, Sensei…" I called out to him, though in my mind I was picturing One inside me. "Feels good…cumming…"
I arched my back as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my core. It was the best orgasm I'd had up until then, being stimulated from both the front and back. Dos thrust forward several more times before cumming with a deep growl and a sharp jerk, his cock pulsing inside me. When he pulled out, I collapsed onto my side, my eyes heavy with fatigue. Beneath me, the futon was damp with sweat and semen.
Dos tossed his used condom into my wastebasket, and moved to dress himself. I watched as he glided elegantly across the room, like the sex hadn't drained him in the least. After smoothing out his sleeves and pulling on his jacket, he reached down and threw the covers over my exposed body. Then, without saying a word, he unlocked the door.
"Sensei?" I didn't want him to just fuck me and run. The least he could do was speak to me.
He turned; his voice assumed its usual air of coldness. "This never happened. You will never speak of this to anyone. Comprende?"
I hadn't expected his words to sting so much. "Will you…will you give me more lessons, Sensei?"
His answer was sharp and concise: "No." And then, he was gone.
I lay there for a while, listening to the chirping of the birds outside and the soft patter of slippers moving through the hall. One was probably leading a meditation session right now; Dos would be heading back to teach unarmed combat. Neither of them would be thinking of me. Deep inside my chest, I felt a steady ache beginning to build. It lingered on as I clutched the covers tightly around my body, never growing worse, yet never dulling. I wondered if I would eventually grow used to it as I had grown used to the physical pain of having another man inside me.
Would it have been any different if it had been One? Though I knew One was nothing like the man to whom I'd just given myself, there was still a speck of doubt in my mind. I closed my eyes, pushing down the tears that were threatening to overflow. I was afraid the answer would be the same.

[[end of chapter two]]
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