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| Author: Mikesspankmonkey | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| E-mail: | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rating: NC17 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Disclaimers: I don't own any of Ill ni�o (unfortunately) but the Gods wanted something even if it was a big pack of dirty lies about my favourite band. Please no one sue me, I've only got half a can of beer and I need it to cope with my sad life :P | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Notes: There are lots of inaccuracies in this story, I can't prove that the ill ni�o boys were in Brazil when they wrote ' I am Loco'. My Portuguese is limited so any mistakes , I know, so don't bother mailing me to tell me?go count your toes or something. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Liar | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ' Oito Rea�s se faz favor' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Marc looked down at the foreign currency bunched up in his hand trying to figure out what the woman wanted for her two cans of Coca cola, King-size bag of potato chips, a mars bar and a dodgy porn mag he'd managed to find. Stuttering slightly, he offered his hand to the woman, noticing that his palm was becoming sweaty | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Lo siento, no entiendo' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Shit, Spanish, this was Brazil, they didn't speak Spanish here. Where the hell was Jardel or Christian? They spoke this shit. The woman behind the counter simply smiled, looked into his palm and pulled out the relevant notes, cashed it up, bagged his stuff and then handed him his change. Blushing madly, a habit he'd never been able to ditch since school, he smiled gratefully before offering up the one word of Portuguese he did know . | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Obrigada' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Still good-natured, the woman gestured to herself | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Eu digo obrigada, e tu...' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She gestured her hand towards him. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Tu dizes Ob-breegahdoo' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It took a few moments, but he finally understood that men had to say thank you in a different way to women and that he'd used the girly way. Feeling the burn on his cheeks, he almost ran out saying a hurried 'obrigado' on his way. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Christian sat on the tourbus watching through the windows as Marc came running out of the store, his face as red as a beetroot. Oh dear, that boy really shouldn't be left on his own. In a way, he always felt as though he had some kind of personal responsibility for the guitarist. Chuckling to himself as the flustered man with the green hair and intense dark eyes practically jumped on the bus, he kept quiet as Jardel started ribbing him about the chick from the store. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Jus' leave me alone, man!' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Frustrated voice, then stomping feet disappearing into the sleeping quarters and Christian turned round. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Jardel, go easy on him.' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Shrugging, the Brazilian smirked. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Hey, I jus' wanted to know what was in his bag!' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rolling his eyes, Christian got up from his seat, packing away his mini-disc player. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Funny way of asking!' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Making his way to the sleeping quarters to see what was wrong with Marc, Christian ignored Jardel and Lazarro's sniggers. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Past jibes forgotten, Marc had found an alternative form of entertainment, cracking open the porn mag to a relatively decent page, Marc reached down into his pants, searching for his member. Breathing now altered, he increased the pressure and speed, biting his lip to keep from crying out as the pleasurable sensations began to mount. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It was at that moment when Christian had managed to walk in, on hearing his footsteps, Marc frantically shouted the bus code word for masturbation. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'SOCK!' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Judging from the eruption of giggles from the main compartment, the rest of the band had heard too. For Christian however, it was too late. Greeted by the strangely arousing sight of his bandmate's autoeroticism, hand working feverishly, head flung over the edge of the top bunk, Christian froze, not knowing if he should stay, not wanting to leave. Marc's eyes met his own and he saw the momentary indecision in those swirling orbs of intensity. Indecision, but about what? Momentarily slowing down his ministrations, the smaller man seemed to hover before his typical determination returned. Hand now working faster, his eyes continued to plunder those of Christian until his body spasmed violently, eyes shutting tight, riding the storm. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It should have been the singularly embarrassing moment of his entire life, being caught like that but it wasn't. At the moment of discovery, the thought to stop did cross his mind, but when he'd looked at Christian, there was something in the other man's eyes that begged him to carry on. It was so slight that he doubted that Christian had even noticed it. Now lying on his bunk, with his sticky hands and his still hyperventilated chest, Marc fully expected Christian to go rushing out to the others. Still in post orgasmic stupor, he couldn't care less if he did. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Licking his lips, feeling the sudden tightness in his pants, Christian decided to stay in the sleeping quarters with Marc. After all, he couldn't let them see him in this state but he couldn't just stand here, saying nothing. It was partly his fault anyway, he'd heard the warning but he'd chosen to stay. Clearing his throat, he walked closer to the bunk. Keeping his voice quiet, his request shocking even his own ears. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ' Can I come sit up there?' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Those eyes were on him again, but this time they were more like those of an animal caught in the headlights of a car. After what seemed like an age, the guitarist finally nodded his assent before sitting up and making room for the tall singer on the bunk. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The bus had started moving again and they both sat in silence. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Taking in a deep breath as he felt the discomfort in his trousers increase with the proximity of the other man, he felt surrounded by him, his smell seemed to permeate him, driving him crazy. Looking sideways at Marc through his dreadlocks, he watched as he studied his knees and hands, studiously avoiding his gaze. Christian was sure that he wasn't nomaricon, but it was too much. All his beliefs about himself, his upbringing and faith went out the window as he reached across to Marc's cum covered fingers. Jumping, the other man looked at him, trying to comprehend what he himself could not. Pulling the fingers closer, he inhaled the scent before taking two of them into his mouth. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He wanted to taste me, at first when he'd grabbed my hands, I'd thought that he was going to tell me off and wipe my hands on a paper towel like a child that had been naughty at school but no, he wanted to taste me. I look down and see the tell tale bulge in his pants, gasping as the heat of his mouth enveloped my fingers, wishing that that wonderful mouth was lower down. He moved along my hand, cleaning it with his tongue of my cum, his pupils dilated and breathing heavy as he alternated smelling me and tasting me. Finally moving from my hand, he moved to my wrist, suckling the sensitive skin and scraping his teeth along the line of my veins. He stopped. Reaching down for my legs as they dangled off the bunk, he pulled them up , bringing himself to settle between my legs as I sat, propped up on my hands, he looked at me, animalistic eyes through dreadlocks, still inhaling deeply, smelling. I didn't know whether I should be excited or scared. Then he pounced on me, pushing my windbreaker jacket over my shoulders, using it to lock my hands behind my back, causing me to fall backwards onto the bedding. A strong hand gripped my crotch, snaking it's way through the still open zip. Feeling him on me, massaging my balls, making me hard again, made me want to cry out. Biting down hard on my lip, I tasted the familiar metallic of blood in my mouth, my cries reduced to stifled moans. I could hear his breathing getting quicker and quicker as he began to pump my dick, giving me the best hand job of my life. His body covering mine, I heard the sound of his sniffing me before he covered my bloody mouth with his own, taking away the metallic with his own taste. I was going to come soon and I didn't want to, not without taking him with me, no one was ever going to say that Marc Rizzo was a selfish lover. I fight, but it's useless, the combination of the makeshift ties and his weight on my body force me to stay inactive. Feeling my vision swim, my breathing quickens to record levels as I feel the tingling sensation building in my abdomen and my ass throbbing, wanting to be filled. Pressure building up in me, my scream is lost in his mouth as I find my relief, my racking body muffled by his weight on mine. For long moments, I'm floating with my eyes closed, dazed at the intensity of it. Enjoying the pangs of after tremors. When I come back, I'm twitching. He's smelling my dick and cleaning it with his mouth, the action of it being the cause of my twitching. It was too much too soon. My voice strained, I beg. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Please, Christian, not yet, it's too much...' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He stops, his eyes not losing any of their ferocity. Knowing that it was my taste that had done that to him, I wanted to taste him, to make him writhe under me, I could see that he still needed taking care of. Reaching out my arm, I beckon to him. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The sound of Marc's voice as he'd begged had been one of the sweetest things I'd ever heard. Now he was beckoning me, looking like a fresco from the Sistine Chapel in his pose. Crawling up his body, wanting to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, I find his hands around my face, pulling me closer to his lips. To my shock, as I lean down, he flips me, so it's me who's on my back. Answering his kisses with equal ferocity, I see him strip off his windbreaker without even breaking contact. My hands are being forced up, above my head and he's using the coat to tie my hands to a random hook on the wall. Storing that question away for later, I shiver as he pulls my shirt up and over my face, leaving it there to deprive me of my sight and almost as an after thought, he puts a sock in my mouth before covering me up again. Lucky for me it's clean. At first he does nothing, then I feel the warmth of his mouth on the underside of my upper arm. Gasping through my gag, I writhe as he moves on down towards my nipples. Licking them, nipping them, then blowing on them, he teases them hard. Any gasps I have, soaked up by the impromptu gag in my mouth. The hurricane of sensation ploughs down to my hips as he follows my treasure trail down. Without pausing, I feel my hardness being released to the comparatively cool air of the bus, springing from my pants free, only to be captured by his mouth. My body bucks and I want to be running my hands through his hair. God he was good at this. Hands massaging my balls and I feel just about ready to explode. The heat of his mouth, his lithe tongue, his hand twist action, had me beginning that descent into madness. I feel a pinch and my ability to come disappear. I'm hard and I'm going insane from wanting to come. His body covers mine as he whispers in my ear. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ' Not yet amante, not yet' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He's back down there again now, torturing me again with his teeth, tongue and hands. But something is stopping me from coming. To my shock, I feel something at the entrance of my anus, pushing it's way in. I'm scared now, I don't want this. But his voice is there, soothing me. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'It's ok, ssssshhhhhhhh! I'm not going to hurt you.' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I ease up my body but my muscles are still taught with nerves. He was going to come in me. His mouth began to relax me again and soon I was moaning into my gag again, writhing, when all of a sudden I felt his finger enter me. His mouth stopped as he concentrated on opening me up. The slight ache and burning of entry had disappeared now and soon I'm begging for more. Another finger enters and yet another, stretching me, filling me and then all of a sudden, he hits a spot and I'm bucking again. I can almost feel his grin as he begins to fellaciate me again. I feel myself coming and wonder what it would be like to take all of Marc up my ass. Opening my mouth to scream as I orgasm, I almost choke on the gag but I'm too far gone for that to ruin it for me. My body bucks, violently shaking and either from asphyxiation or sensation, I pass out. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The moment Christian's body fell still, I got scared. In a near panic, I pull the T-shirt off his face and liberate his mouth from the sock. I shake him. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Christian? I'm sorry...I didn't mean to' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Almost as soon as he passes out, he's back with me again and I hug him to me, repeatedly apologising for almost killing him. Some minutes later, we're lying in each other's arms, torn between the fear of discovery by the rest of the band and not wanting to part. I voice the fear. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'What about the others?' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Looking up from where he was snuggled in the crook of my neck, he grinned. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'What about them? ' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'Well they ain't gonna like us two doing things that maricones do!' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| His face grew serious and he extricated himself from my arms, jumping down from my bunk and into his situated opposite from mine. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'You're right, if anyone asks, er...you were playing a practical joke by shouting sock and we just talked and went to bed, yeah.' | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| As if to illustrate his point, he stripped his pants off and climbed under his covers, back to me, he feigned sleep. Eventually, I did the same. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *~* | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The next day, Christian had a new idea for a song. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Life is weighing down on me, killing me inside Something I could never be will guide me to the new Light Frustrated Sedated I pray to myself God please Don't take away from me The only fucking thing That I learned to believe I am becoming the monster You promised to keep him away Now I feel like he's living in me!!! |
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| To be continued.... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Amante = Lover | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Maricon= gay man | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Oito rea�s = 8 Reals( the currency of Brazil) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Se faz favor= Please | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Obrigado = thank you (said by a man) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Obrigada = thank you ( said by a woman) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Eu digo = I say | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Tu dizes = you say | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Let Sexy Lexy show you the way back home... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||