Damion Glory's Home

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Damion unlocked the door and opened it. "Come on in."

Mea stepped in, smiling her thanks, and looked around at the familiar setting. She was getting used to the entrance, and the living room, the two rooms she had seen that morning.

Damion stepped in and threw his books on the chair. He looked down at the white shirt and sighed quickly removing it. As he pulled the shirt off his abs flexed slightly. It was a sight rarely seen of Damion and one that was very unrecognizable of him.

Mea took her shirt back and set it aside with her sketch pad with no intention of using it to once again hide the transparency of her blouse. He had already seen her in her bra. What would be the point? "So.. what do you do here all alone anyway?" she asked as she looked him over, considering where to start drawing him, not even sure he was still ok with it. "Other than work out, obviously." She motioned with a hand to his abs.

Damion nodded. "Sit. Sleep. There is a computer upstairs and a TV in two of the three rooms. Thats where most of my time goes." He laughed. "But many times i just sit alone around town..."

Mea frowned sadly. "How lonely.. that must be..." she said quietly. She stepped foreward and enveloped him in a close hug. Even if he was happy with that life, it seemed sad and she couldn't help but feel he needed a hug.

Damion blinked and looked down at Mea whose arms were wrapped around him. He didn't know what to do so he simply placed his hands on her back.

"So," Mea said, suddenly stepping backwards out of his arms. "What do you want to do?"

"Do you still want to draw me?" Damion asked putting his arms back at his sides. His thumbs went into his pockets and his hands cupped outside of the pockets.

"Yes, if that's all right with you," Mea replied, turning to pick up her sketchpad and pencils again.

Damion looked around then at Mea. "How do you want me?"

"However you are most comfortable," Mea replied. "How do you want me?"

Damion looked around and layed down lazily on the couch. He took the belt off from around his waist and threw it on the floor. "Is this alright?" His black and red boxers were barely seen from under his black jean pants.

Mea's eyes roamed slowly over his body. "Perfect," she said approvingly then sat in a chair across from him and crossed her legs, not minding that her skirt came up almost enough to show her underwear, but not quite. "You didn't answer my second question," she pointed out as she leaned back in the chair and started sketching him, looking up every few seconds. Her pencil made light scratching noises as it transfered lead to paper.

Damion blinked. He seemed a bit confused. "Ummm..." He gulped trying not to move from his spot. He looked at her hiked skirt and bit his lip.

"How. Do. You. Want. Me," Mea sounded out, pausing her drawing. "If you're uncomfortable being shirtless around me, I'm ok with putting us on even playing fields." She just looked at him calmly, letting him choose. "Because, I would like to draw you naked, but if there's no way to make that comfortable..."

Damion gulped then smiled. "I am quite comfortable with myself. If naked you want me then naked it is. But you.....you must be topless." He stood up and started to unbuckle his pants.

Mea just shrugged and uncrossed her legs to scoot forward in the seat. She unbuttoned her white blouse easily enough and arched her back to remove it, then sat it on the arm of the chair. She leaned back again and crossed her legs, now in only her skirt and bra, possibly panties. She waited for him to take his position again. "You're lucky I didn't start on your legs," she told him calmly. "Or else I'd be a little irritated at having to start over." She paused pensively. "Oh, did you mean my bra as well?" She looked at him as if she just asked if he wanted cheese on his pizza and already had her hands poised behind her back to unfasten her bra. She didn't seem bothered or flirtatious at the idea.

Damion nodded. "I did say topless." He laughed. It was a rare thing but he was obviously getting excited. He unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. He pulled down his boxers slowly revealing his naked body. He bit his lip of pure nervousness hoping Mea wouldn't criticize him on his body. He wasn't one to care really on what people thought of him but now it seemed he did.

Mea unhooked her bra and set it aside. She didn't work out, so she wasn't muscled, but she didn't seem to have any fat on her either, other than.. well.. the obvious reason she wore the bra. She looked him over with an appreciative eye. "You're very comfortable, but-" She pointed with her eraser to his groin area and looked at his eyes. "I'm going to need you to relax," she teased.

Damion looked down at himself and blushed. He laid back down on the couch and closed his eyes. think bad things. Naked men. old men. He shivered at his own thoughts and forgot there was a half naked girl sitting in front of him.

The light scratching of Mea's pencil was the only thing that could be heard for some time. 'He's got quite a bit of self control' she noted as she spent probably more time that was necessary on that part of him. She finished the drawing and flipped to a ruined drawing to rip part of the paper. She turned back to the drawing of Damion and rolled up the piece of paper, but before using it to smudge in the shading, she looked at the picture with fondness. It was a perfect likeness, except that he had a very sad, slightly hooded eyed look to his face. He looked so lonely. It suited him more than the 'must-get-rid-of-hard-on' look he actually had on his face. She smiled softly and went to work on the shadows of the picture.

Damion opened his eyes and looked Mea over. He closed his eyes once again when he felt his body tense and the blood rush from one head to the other. Stop it Damion, stop. Keep calm. She is just a friend He played ideas through his mind to keep himself calm but once he opened his eyes he saw a gorgeous body of a woman infront of him.

Mea smiled kindly. "It's ok. I'm done with that part," she told him so he would relax. At least.. emotionally.. ok, mostly. She went back to shading.

Damion kept his eyes open this time. His length was growing but he kept himself controlled by images he would describe as a 'turn-off'. The entire time his eyes stayed fixated on Mea's perfect body.

Mea took her time finishing the shadows, wanting to make them perfect over every perfect angle and curve of his body. When she was done, she smiled at the picture. "There. All done," she said softly and scooted to the edge of the seat. She turned the sketchbook around and leaned forward, holding it out for him to see.

Damion didn't know weather to turn away or stare in wonder. "I love it. I just don't like my own body much." He looked up at her. His thoughts of staying relaxed erased his mind and he lost control. He bit his lip again while staring at her.

Mea smiled and stood, setting her notebook and pencils in the chair before kneeling by the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck shoulders and hugged him again. "That's for letting me draw you," she said kindly.

Damion took a deep inhale. "M-Mea..." He looked at his own body and saw he was almost completely hard now.

She released him and leaned back, but her hands remained on his shoulders. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her eyes worried as she looked into his. She couldn't help that her eyes flicked to his lips. She was trying to stop it. Anyone with a good eye, however, would be able to tell in the picture that his lips, eyes, torso, and.. lower parts, had more detail than his other part of his body.

"I-i-i..."Damion started to say. He took a deep breath. "Nothing is wrong." He gulped. He couldn't help but look at her supple breasts and round nipples.

Mea followed his eyes, then looked back at them. She was half scowling. "Damion!" she chastised and stood. She went to the chair and grabbed both her shirt and her bra, as well as her book and pencils and swept out of the room, looking for the bathroom. She wasn't mad, she was a bit embarrassed, and she had not want him to see her blush. It was terribly childish and she liked to pride herself on being open enough not to feel embarrassment.

Damion jumped up as an attempt to chase after Mea but stopped knowing she needed privacy. "Baka!" He yelled at himself. He looked down at himself. "Hmmm. What a thing to ruin everything." He was getting soft again.

Mea didn't make it to the bathroom. She had turned around about midway there and come back to Damion. She dropped her things to the floor without stopping, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him into a deep kiss. As she did, she pushed back against a wall and pinned him there, kissing him.

Damion gasped. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her sides tenderly.

Mea broke the kiss with as much quickness as she had started it. She paused, looking at Damion's chest, then looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry. That was.. rude of me... Both the running out, and the.. kiss. I was far too forward, and presumptuous-"

Damion had a look of confusion at first then changed to have a kind smile. He grabbed her waist and pulled her in to him. Without a word he leaned back down and kissed her more softly now.

Mea melted into his arms with the barest of resistance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept her body pressed against his, loving how warm he felt.

Damion's lips opened a little as the kiss progressed. He slid his tongue out and grazed it against her lips. His eyes were closed now embracing nothing but her and the moment.

Mea shuddered at the feeling of his tongue on her lips and she felt her body ache for more. She let her tongue pass her lips and touch his, lightly playing with him while they kissed.

Damion slid his hands to the arch of her back and pulled her in closer so she could feel what she had done to him. He was fully hard now and there was no undoing that. He rolled his tongue around playing with hers.

Mea moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his stiffness against her. One of her arms released his neck and her soft hand found its way over his shoulder, down his chest and firm abs, and onto the signal of his desire. All the while she did not stop the slow, playful kiss they were entwined in.

Damion's hands clenched behind her back. He uncupped his hands and slid his hand around her side to her stomach and slowly trailed upwards and cupped her breast in the palm of his hand.

Mea gently broke the kiss, her breathing slightly heavier. "Damion..." she whispered, her soft voice incredibly sensual without trying. "Where.. Where is this going?" Something in her voice said that, where ever this may be going, she wasn't going to stop it.

Damion looked down at her. "I-i don't know. We can stop if you'd like." He didn't want to tell her that this was his first time ever doing anything.

Mea just grinned and shook her head quickly, returning to kissing him. Her hand moved gently as she held his.. bits, stroking it with her soft hand.

Damion moaned into the kiss. He started rubbing her breast lightly. He circled his finger around her nipple.

"Damion.." Mea breathed, trying to resist kissing him again for a moment. "I.. I know we haven't been friends very long but..."

Damion stopped realizing she was right. He didn't know what she was going to say next. "yea..?"

"I would really like.. to.. well.." Mea bit her lower lip, not sure how to word it. "Take this further," she settled on.

Damion's eyes widened for a moment. He smiled and nodded then picked her up. Her put an arm behind her knees and the other behind her neck. He took her up the stairs and into his room then layed her on the bed. "Are you sure?"

Mea nodded, smiling at him prettily and leaned up to capture his lips in a warm kiss. One of her knees was bent up and therefore caused her skirt to raise up, revealing a silk black thong.

Damion pushed her down against the bed. He pulled her skirt up slightly and pressed his length against her black silk thong. He leaned down and kissed her delicately.

She moaned, her back arching slightly off the bed as she returned the kiss softly. She wanted this to last, but her body sure as hell didn't. Her hands released the sheets she hadn't realized she had grabbed and went around his shoulders ago so she could hold him as they kissed.

Damion pushed himself in although the thong was obviously there stopping him. He reached down and slid his hand under her skirt to remove her thong.

Mea made no attempt to stop him. In fact, she reach down and helped remove the thong and dropped it beside the bed before her arms were once more around his shoulders and she continued kissing him.

Damion smiled then removed her skirt and threw it across the room. "Are you really sure you want to do this?"

Mea stroked his hair gently. "If you don't want to, just say so. I promise not to tell any one at school. Just because I'm aching with sexual tension, that's no reason to feel pressured into entering me-"

"Now if i didn't want to i wouldn't be this close." Damion leaned down and kissed her lips once. He held her close with his arms curled around her shoulders. He was more than nervous since it was his first time. He slowly pushed himself into her.

Mea's eyes closed tightly as he penetrated her, stretching her for the first time in her life. Her arms went around his back and her hands laid flat there, feeling his muscles bunch slightly as he moved. When her hymen broke, she tensed at the pain, but relaxed after only a moment, too distracted with the pleasure. She turned her head to rest her cheek against his and lightly kissed his shoulder. She was breathing heavily with want and she hugged him. "So far, sooooo good," she told him softly near his ear, moaning the second 'so'.

Damion moaned. He had never imagined sex to feel so good. He pushed himself into her harder.

Tonani walked into the house and looked around. I saw them come in here. He walked up the stairs and saw Damion's door open. He peeked into the room and saw them naked having sex. His eyes widened. "HOLY FUCKING HELL!" He yelled and ran down the stairs with a heavy throbbing heart.

Mea hadn't seen him, but she had heard him. Noticing it was Tonani that just ran from the room, she felt a little bad, but he had been so mean to Damion... She made no move to hide them and only held Damion tighter, her back arching to press her closer to him. "Ohhh Damion..." she moaned softly. "Please.. Please, don't stop..."

Damion thrusted into her even harder than before. He kneeled up in the bed and held her sides. With each time he thrusted he grabbed held her waist and pull her towards him to add more pleasure.

Tonani sat downstairs listening to their love sounds. He wanted to go upstairs and beat the shit out of Damion for an odd reason but he held himself back.

"Damion!" Mea gasped between waves of pleasure. "Damion you aren't wearing anything!"

As soon as Mea spoke he pulled himself out of her. He was breathing heavily. "I'm-I'm sorry. I got excited." He reached over and grabbed the condom. "Care to do the honors?"

Mea grinned and rolled him over onto his back. She took the condom and opened it as she kissed her way down his torso. She tossed the wrapper aside and placed the condom on his tip, then put her mouth on it, sliding down slowly to apply the condom. She released him as soon as she reach the base of his penis and grinned up at him. She got on her knees, straddled him, and pushed herself down on him with a rather obvious moan and proceeded to ride him.

Damion moaned when she deep throated him. He moaned even louder when she rode him.

Tonani growled hearing his former best friend moan with a woman he hadn't even known but felt he needed to protect. He sighed. "What the hell am i doing?"

Mea rode him as hard as her newly entered vagina would let her, and as fast. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, arching her back and tilting her head back in pleasure. "Ohhh Damion.." she moaned loudly, sounding almost in pain. To her, if it was pain, she liked getting this kind of hurt.

Damion moaned louder than ever. "M-Mea..." His body was tensening now. He knew he was ready to bust but he didn't want this to stop.

"Damion.. Damion.." Mea whispered through her quickened breathing. "Damion please- cummm..." The last word was a strained moan as her body tensed and he had her first orgasm. She lost sight for a moment, but she didn't care. Her whole body was washed with pleasure and it felt amazing.

Damion pumped quicker and shorter pumps. His breathing was quicker and he was sweating all over. He moaned loudly when he busted into her.

Mea smiled, keeping her eyes closed as she felt him twitch inside her and she moaned softly. It felt so wonderful and sweet. She rode out his orgasm until he had finished, then stilled, still sitting on him, unwilling to move. She was panting slightly. "That.. was.." She paused, just breathing, trying to think. "You were..." She just couldn't think of the words to describe how absolutely mind blowing it had been.

Damion smiled and grabbed Mea pulling her down to him. He held her close to in a warm hug. He was trying to slow his breathing.

Mea laid there in his arms and did the same, just trying to relax. She kissed his neck from where her head rested beside his, her hair spread out behind her head to keep her back cooled off.

Tonani walked up the steps when the sounds stopped. He peeked into the room. He walked into the room and threw a blanket on top of them. "Hmm. You blew me off to go fuck huh?" His voice sounded pissed off.

Damion opened his eyes and looked at Tonani and growled. He was out of energy so he couldn't do a single thing now.

Mea carefully moved herself from Damion and took another blanket and wrapped herself up in it, keeping Tonani from seeing her or Damion's bodies, and sat up on the bed on the opposite side of Damion as Tonani. She glared at Tonani and was about to tell him it wasn't really any of his business, but when she really looked at him, she stopped and her face relaxed. She felt kind of.. bad, that they had upset him. She looked away, not willing to apologize for something she hadn't felt was wrong.

Damion reached down and pulled the condom off of him. He wrapped it in a tissue beside his bed and wrapped a blanket around him. He stood up and put his boxers on. He dropped the blanket now he was at least covered and walked over to Tonani. "Get the fuck out now!" He roared.

Tonani pushed Damion. "Don't fucking tell me to get out!"

Mea tucked the blanket in a toga like fashion and stood between them, holding a hand out to each of their chests (her hand toward Damion was lightly touching him). "Don't! Tonani.." She looked at him with a frown, glancing toward the door, which she pointed to. "Please, just go..."

Tonani looked at Mea and had gotten a strange throb of his heart. "Fine...I WILL be back later." He said it as if it was a threat to Damion and stormed out of the house.

Damion sighed. He sat down on the bed. "He heard the whole thing..."

Mea felt a small ache when Tonani left, but she pushed it aside and sat by Damion, rubbing his back. "So? He didn't have to stay and listen." She frowned. "What happened between you two to make you hate each other so much?"

Damion frowned. "My family...."

"What about your family?"

"I didn't really get kicked out." Damion looked up at her. "The old house burned down. My mother and father were inside. They both died. Tonani and Takashi were the only ones that witnessed it. I had been friends with Tonani since we were children. And because of that....Tonani believed that i was the one who started the fire. I had always been in fights with my parents and i threatened them a few times. Thats why Tonani still to this day believes i set the house on fire." He explained slowly. His eyes seemed to wonder from the floor to Mea every now and then.

"You must have really hated your parents..." Mea noted sadly. "To always fight with them I mean." She look at him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, but that does not give Tonani reason to be so presumptuous."

Damion nodded and looked at Mea. "He accused me even more because i hadn't cried..." He stated. "He saw me always because he used to live here with me. He helped me start getting up rent for here. But then the major fights started to he moved in with Takashi who had finally bought his own place." Damion frowned. "The fights were so stupid. And they really still are..."

Mea stood and stroked his hair once before she went rummaging through his drawers. "I think you two really should talk this out," she said and stood, dropping the sheet. She pulled on the pair of his black boxers and a black t-shirt of his she had found and walked back over to him. "I'm going to get a drink of water from the kitchen." She leaned down and hugged him tight so he knew she still sided with him, then turned and left the room to go to the kitchen. She found a glass and got some water, thankful for something to drink.

Damion sighed sitting on his bed. He hadn't thought much about his parents death for a year now. He realized that today was the anniversary of the death. "That's why he came over...." He looked up. He quickly ran down the stairs to Mea. "I need to find Tonani!" He said quickly.

"Ok.." Mea said then pointed at his lower parts. "But I think you need at least pants first."

Damion looked down and saw he still only had boxers on. He ran back upstairs and put fresh blue jeans on and grabbed a pair of his black mesh type shorts for her. He ran down the stairs and gave her the shorts. "Come on. We need to find him."

Mea gave the shorts an odd look, but shrugged and put them on, tying them tight around her waist, then went and put on her flats, letting Damion lead. She didn't know where Tonani would go.

"I think he would be at the tennis courts. Let's go..." Damion grabbed Mea's hand and led her out of his house and back towards the school. The Heart's Key RPG2

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The Heart's Key RPG