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"Wirt, Wirt, Wirt, Wirt Wirt WirtWirtWirtWirtWir-"
"What!" Wirt snapped, turning on his brother like a wild animal. He stepped close to him, forcing Greg to take a surprised step backwards. "For the love of God WHAT do you WANT from me!?" His arms were spread wide, exposing his chest as if he were offering an opening to enemies.
Greg looked down and then around, trying to think of something quick so his interruption and subsequent scolding would be worth it. "Did- Did you know that frogs uhm- they share 90% DNA with humans? Did you? Because it's not true...it's a rock fact!" He pulled the strange pet rock from his pants and held it up, but Wirt was not amused. And it wasn't in his typical fashion of exasperation; There was anger in his eyes.
"You are so stupid!" Wirt snapped, grabbing the rock from Greg and throwing it to the ground. "Can you just- for once can you like- God why do you even exist!? You just love to ruin my life whenever you get the chance!"
Greg cowered like scolded children do, and Beatrice flew between them, glaring. "Wirt what is wrong with you? Leave Greg alone. Why are you acting like such a jerk?"
Wirt seethed, trying to express the anger he was suddenly feeling inside, but even he couldn't explain it. He clenched his fists, and then threw his arms up angrily. "Forget this! You know what Beatrice? How can we even trust you? How do we know you're not the bad guy and are leading us to Adelaide so she can make us her slaves!"
Beatrice's eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief. "Wirt how did you- where did you hear that?"
Wirt tilted his chin indignantly, his frown deepening. "So it's true then?" he asked. "That's what your plan is."
"Wirt please- You don't understand, it was to save my family, but- But I wasn't going to go through with it-"
"Come on Greg," Wirt said, gesturing for his brother to follow, but the young brunette stayed put. Wirt turn completely to face him. "Let's go," he said again, this time more sternly.
Greg looked between Wirt and Beatrice.
Wirt's expression flatlined and he turned away. "Fine. Stay with Beatrice and become a slave. I don't care. I'm done with this." His cape swished as he walked quickly in an unknown direction. Greg called after him, but he didn't pause for even a moment; That is, until he became lost. All around him were trees. Trees that looked the same; And bushes that looked the same; And rocks that looked the same. He stopped and sat abruptly on a flat surfaced stone, shoving his head into his hands and letting out a loud, angry sigh. Once it escaped him, he deflated.
"Why did I get so angry?" he murmured, rubbing his eye-sockets with the palms of his hands. He was beginning to regret it, but at the same time not. He knew the only reason for his fear was leaving Greg behind. He didn't care about Beatrice or Adelaide or even The Beast, because if something happened to his brother, his mom and step-dad would probably disown him. Perfect little miracle-child Greg. Suddenly, he was angry again. He crossed his arms and hunkered down, letting his forehead rest against his knees.
It felt like an eternity that he sat, but in reality only a couple minutes had passed. He was drawn from his dissociative stupor when his pointed hat blew off of his head from a particularly strong gust of wind. He felt a very light pressure on his head and looked up, quirking a brow.
"Hello again, lover boy."
"Why does everyone keep calling me that," Wirt murmured, removing the thing that had been placed on his bare head. It was a beautifully crafted flower crown. After he was finished examining it, he threw it to the breeze, but The Beast caught it deftly and replaced it on the crown of Wirt's head.
"It's easy to figure out." The Beast slithered around Wirt and perched beside him, though Wirt couldn't determine how with how shadowy his figure was. He wasn't sure if it was the simple allure of companionship, but suddenly he felt less afraid.
"What do you want?" he asked, bitter despite his gratitude towards The Beast's presence.
"It's not about what I want, lover boy. It's about what you want." The Beast shifted and produced a bouquet of white flowers.
Wirt looked at them, then huffed and looked away. "I don't know what I want."
"Which is why I am here." The Beast caught on to Wirt's disinterest and spirited the flowers away. He smiled and leaned in, grinning ear to ear with that bright white smile that contrasted starkly against his black shadow-skin. "What's troubling you Lover boy?"
"Nothing." Wirt crossed his arms and turned away.
"Ah." The Beast reeled back slowly and stood rigid, his full height muting Wirt's own. He templed his fingers and stepped back. "If there is one thing I do not like, it's people wasting my time. Farewell, Lover boy."
Wirt hesitated, then reluctantly turned back to The Beast. "Wait," he said, and The Beast paused. "I'm just- so...so...angry!" The teen threw his arms up, exasperation evident in the waver of his voice. "I'm sick of Greg and my stepdad always telling me what to do. And I'm sick of watching Greg all the time. I'm his brother not his keeper. I want to have a life too. We wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for him!" He stood and kicked a rock, then seethed as it stubbed his toe. "Dammit!" he yelled, throwing his arms up again.
"You seem...tense." The Beast circled Wirt like he was prey, one hand reaching out to touch the boy's back. It was strange for Wirt, as the touch melted all the knots that had been strung up tight in his muscles. "I can help."
Wirt blushed, remembering the vague memory that had been afflicting him since its occurrence. Though it hadn't been the first thing on his mind, it persisted to taunt him in the back of his head. He looked at his feet, biting into his lip. "How?" he asked.
The Beast stopped circling him and encroached upon his personal space, a hand clasped on the boy's caped shoulder. "Many ways. I can offer you so much Wirt."
Wirt's eyes went lidded. It was odd, but the usage of his name sent a strange sensation through his body. "I keep thinking about-" he looked up and thought for a moment, realizing just how immature he was. He couldn't even name the act that had taken place without becoming embarrassed. "-That."
The Beast hummed in response and then chuckled. "Such an eager boy. Yes, but no." He pulled back and stood over Wirt; His presence was everywhere, like the dense fog of a mire. "I am the King of these forests, after all. The Mighty Beast. I can offer you so much more than silly games. Because you're special Wirt; And I like you."
Wirt was quiet for a long time. He sighed and turned on his heel, looking off to the distance. "Greg is probably worried about me."
"Do you honestly believe that?" The Beast asked, laughing. "Do you believe that nuisance of a brother and your glorified baby-sitter care about you. It's almost sweet...pitiable." The Beast's cold hand stroked Wirt's chin and he circled around him again.
Wirt's brow furrowed and he shrugged. "I mean...I was angry before but Greg is just a dumb kid, and Beatrice...well, I don't know."
"Untrustworthy," The Beast finished for him. Wirt looked away, his fortitude battling with itself. The Beast grinned once more and advanced on Wirt, cornering him against one of his Edelwood trees. "And isn't it so tedious looking after that boy so often. Everywhere you go, he is there. Everything you do, he is there. So much responsibility. Wouldn't it be far sweeter to release your inhibitions?"
A seedling of panic sprouted in Wirt's stomach as he felt branches creeping over his skin, but they were only a means of keeping him pinned. He regretted acknowledging the excitement he felt at relinquishing control- for once he wasn't subjugated to the consequences of actions that weren't his fault. This was something he could choose on his own, and he was choosing to give up control.
The Beast observed him for a long while, as if he were a magnificent moth pinned to a board, then stepped forward. He pierced a semi-blossomed white rose with his claw, removing it from the flower crown he'd bestowed upon Wirt. "Your trust is commendable. I've never met one so...willing- To listen to what I have to say that is."
Wirt didn't reply. He still felt extremely relaxed from the touch of The Beast before. His head lolled to his shoulder, eyes falling half-mast. His feet shifted and vines immediately caught them, keeping his legs still and spread. "I'm just sick of...of everything."
"I'm sure." The Beast easily pulled the button from Wirt's cape, letting it fall to the ground behind him. "I will remove that tension for you." He slowly unclipped the first two buttons on Wirt's shirt, revealing a pale chest beneath it. He ran the tip of his finger along the soft flesh and reveled in the shiver the young man emitted. "Just relax and don't worry about a thing."
Wirt closed his eyes as The Beast snapped his suspenders clean in half and easily pulled off the button on his pants. He used one finger to pull them down, letting them fall around the other's ankles. It was clear in how Wirt's legs suddenly shifted that he was nervous. His knees knocked shyly together, trying to hide his exposed body, but to little avail. If anything, he felt incredibly slow. Like Molasses.
"I feel weird," Wirt said, scarlet color draining into his cheeks as the wind nipped at his skin- despite this he felt incredibly hot.
"You're just relaxed," The Beast consoled, planting his hand square on Wirt's chest. He stroked down, then dipped his fingers below the hem of the brunette's briefs. "Beyond relaxed, really. Isn't it nice not having to worry about anyone? Not even yourself? I will take care of you."
Wirt gasped quietly as The Beast fondled him to hardness. It wasn't difficult for a pubescent boy like himself to react. The Beast's hands traveled down lower, his claws retracting, which surprised Wirt enough for him to jolt as a finger traced the line leading from his cock to his entrance. The Beast prodded, but met mild resistance. "So tight," he commented.
Wirt didn't react more than an uncomfortable roll of his shoulders, but when The Beast pushed on, the boy's hips rolled forward and he winced. "That hurts," he said.
"Sh, lover boy. Not for long." The Beast reached up with his free hand and stroked a line across Wirt's cheek. The heavy smell of oil overcame Wirt's senses and he felt dizzy. It didn't take long for The Beast to open up Wirt using one finger, when he pressed for a second, Wirt's face scrunched up with pain.
He shook his head, "That really hurts," he groaned. The Beast ignored him, but something slick was suddenly produced from seemingly nowhere. Wirt didn't know what it was exactly, but he had an idea given the consistency of the Beast. The fingers scissored him open, making way for a third finger.
"You're doing very well, Wirt," The Beast commended, sending the boy's nerves at ease. "You're a very special boy. I told you."
Once Wirt was relaxed and The Beast grew bored with fingering him for (what were honestly lackluster) reactions, he pulled his hand away and moved back to the boy's cock, stroking precum over the tip and down the base. His free hand explored the planes of Wirt's chest, eliciting a moan from him. "Good," The Beast said again, pinching a lock of Wirt's hair. "Good boy." Wirt pushed his chest out, yearning for more, to which The Beast happily obliged. His thumb grazed one of the other's peach nipples, rubbing it to erectness in gentle circles. "You're very quiet."
Wirt gulped air, indicating that he had been holding his breath for what must have been minutes at a time. "I...it feels...so weird." He trembled, closing his eyes. His entire body wanted to squirm when he felt something much larger than fingers prodding at his hole.
"It will feel really good very soon," The Beast promised, continuing to rub the nipple he'd shown particular interest in. As he pushed in, Wirt's mouth opened to whine out a complaint, but The Beast easily stifled him by slipping his tongue inside the boy's warm mouth. It was cold and long, almost like mouthing a slug, but at the same time it sent sparks of electricity through Wirt's stomach. He groaned into the kiss, the pain of The Beast's large cock stretching his entrance nearly enough to snap him back to his senses. Nearly.
Once The Beast was fully sheathed inside of him, he pulled away from Wirt's mouth and moved down to pull the brunette's nipple between his teeth. He coddled it, using his other hand to stroke Wirt's hair like a lover would.
He pulled slowly back, then slowly back in again in an agonizing rhythm that drove Wirt crazy. The boy shook his head, clenching his fists since it was the only action he could take with the restrictive vines. "Please, more," he whimpered. "That's...really unfair."
The Beast tilted his head, the small jewel adornments hanging from them like crystallized starlight tinkling at the movement. "No you're making demands." He reached forward and grabbed Wirt's ass, allowing the vines around his ankles to recede so he could lift the boy. Once he had him firmly against the tree, held up only by The Beast's hands and the vines around his wrists, the shadowed figure began a steady thrusting, recalling his claws so they punctured small holes in the boy's flesh. "Such a sweet boy," The Beast cooed. "Just like molasses." Wirt's toes curled as the Beast undulated inside of him, every thrust opening him up more and making it easier to go deeper and faster.
"Crap," Wirt moaned, his wrists ruddy from where they rubbed against the vines as he tried to freed them for a better range of movement (though he enjoyed the restriction). "Faster."
The Beast grinned, leaning forward to bite into Wirt's neck, suckling to leave what would become a large bruise. Every thrust managed an angle that sent stars to Wirt's eyes, and soon his expression changed from pained to blissful.
He moaned, wanton, and enjoyed the pistoning of The Beast's hips. His cock was dripping now, and his climax was close. Almost as soon as The Beast gripped his length and began stroking it, did Wirt cum, His wrists were released and he gripped The Beast around the neck crying out absently as his cum coated The Beast's black hand, contrasting interestingly against it.
Wirt wasn't sure if The Beast came, or how much longer he continued to thrust in and out, in and out, but his own climax had sent him into a stupor. He closed his eyes, his body feeling as heavy as if gravity increased ten fold.