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- 1-Painfully Lustful
- 1
I DID IT AS REVENGE ON
THE BADFIC AUTHORS OF THE FANDOM.

Between a capslocking
reviewer with a lack of pairing tolerance, a hypocritical racist that
everyone praises (he just started a new story), and the person who
thinks Ike is a weepy girl and Meta Knight likes making people
bleed... Agh. They're not located on this site, but they and others
are the reasons I did this. If you know what site insipired this,
great, power to you. This story's never going there, because I've got
a reputation as a good-natured person, and plus they wouldn't allow
this anyway.

Still, despite this
being meant to destroy the minds of several people at once, I tried
to make it as good as my skill level allows it to be. As the warnings
suggest, there's no real plot to this. Just some angry, violent sex.
I am also warning for
dub-con, but
it's pretty light, if there at all. It really depends on what shaded
glasses you're wearing at the time. The bloodplay's a bit minor, too,
although a lot more obvious. There's also mentions of
bisexuality, but since no females actually appear, much less get
involved, it's not listed.

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"I knew you swung
this way," Bowser snarled, pinned against the door to his room.

Dedede kept his grip on
his shoulders tight, pulling him forward and then slamming him back
against the door. "It's never been a secret I was bisexual, so
you're just blind or something. Besides, you ain't fighting me much."

Bowser hadn't expected
Dedede to not deny anything. "So you are hitting
on me! Sick freak."

"You
and I both know neither of us have have a good lay in years.
And, goddammit, I'm just about ready to show you your place."
Once again, Dedede slammed Bowser against the door, hearing it crack
a little under his spikes.

"Bring
it, then," he taunted. He was then met with a hard, deep kiss,
and it didn't take long for him to return it. No turning back now.
Animalistic lust was taking over, and with the way they were kissing,
it was going to be a rough night.

It
was a whirlwind of actions as Dedede reached behind Bowser, to the
doorknob. It wasn't like they had any feelings for each other, in the
romantic sense. In fact, they still wore the scars of their frequent
fights. But, as several of the others had made clear, one couldn't
hate a person so much without some kind of passion being involved.
Maybe that's why Dedede was letting his hormones get in the way, and
why Bowser wasn't objecting to it.

Besides,
Dedede reasoned as the door opened, he needs someone to
knock him down a few pegs.

Without
the door keeping them up, the two fell back onto the floor, with
Bowser growling at the impact. "You did that on purpose!"

"Shut
up!" Dedede covered his mouth with a hand, getting up and
pushing him out of the way. He shut the door, locking it. "If
anyone caught us, we'd never hear the end of it."

"You
still want to screw Samus and Zelda,
likely at the same time, don't you?" Bowser chuckled, aways
finding it fun to take a hit at Dedede like that.

"And
you've been pursuing Peach for the past decade or so. Your point?"
Low blow.

"Fuck
you. Let's just get this over with."

"Certainly."
Dedede shrugged off his robe, throwing it off onto the floor.

He
walked over to the large bed, turning on the lamp on the nightstand.
The dim light filled enough of the room for them to see where they
were going and what they were doing. Bowser followed him, and decided
to try and take control before it got out of hand. Grabbing Dedede by
the back of the beige undersuit's collar, he threw him down onto the
bed, and climbed on top, keeping him down.

"My
room, my rules," he sneered, watching the penguin's furious
reaction. To drive it home, he roughly grabbed at his clothes,
yanking them out of the way. He heard a rip, from where his claws
were poking through, and was a bit pleased at this.

That
ended when Dedede delivered a swift punch to his face, causing Bowser
to let go and recoil. "Do you realize how much it costs to keep
that looking good!?" With Bowser momentarily stunned, Dedede
wrested back control, flipping so that Bowser was now on his back.
Dedede almost lost balance and fell off the bed, but steadied
himself, on top of his companion.

Bowser
looked him over, stopping when he noticed an erection pressing
against his clothes. "You seemed to like that."

"That
was there earlier. Pay attention."
Dedede moved his hands to the edges of Bowser's shell, and started to
pull it up. Bowser growled, but raised his arms anyway, letting it
slip off. Now he was exposed, and his cheeks flushed when Dedede
laughed, having spotted his own hard-on. "Ha! Who's liking what,
now!?"

"Remember:
You came onto me."

"And
you have yet to fight back. Don't deny it." Dedede pulled off
his belt, and lifted himself just enough to shake off the undersuit.
He then pushed the discarded clothes off the bed, and set his hat and
gloves on the nightstand. He sat up straight, giving Bowser a full
view. "You want this, and you want it bad."

"You're
imagining things, Dedede," Bowser replied. "You need to
stop thinking you're the greatest thing that ever existed."

"You
need to shut the hell up."
Dedede was done with this game of words, at least for now, and
changed their positions; he scooted back to the foot of the bed, and
pulled Bowser onto his stomach, face just above the avian's crotch.
"I'll shut it up for you."

"What!?
No, hell no! If you think I'm going to--"

Bowser
did not get to finish this sentence, as Dedede forced his down onto
him, luckily catching him when his mouth was open. "I said, shut
the hell up."

Bowser
had several options at this point. One, he could go completely
willingly, sucking him off the the best of his ability. But that
wouldn't be any fun. Two, he could bite. With his sharp teeth,
though, Dedede would have no choice but to get to the medical wing,
if not an actual hospital. Everyone would know what happened, then.

So,
the third option was the happy middle ground. Bowser went ahead,
bobbing his head down Dedede's cock, and then coming back up,
sucking. This was distracting enough, and he watched as Dedede moaned
quietly, leaning back a little. He took this chance to exact a bit of
revenge, scraping his teeth against him, just a little. There was a
surprised gasp, but no violent reaction, and Bowser was sure he still
had some kind of advantage to hold onto now.

He
got cocky, though. After a minute of this, Bowser decided it'd be fun
to drag his teeth a little harder, just to see if he could break the
skin. He went a little overboard, and actually tasted a copper tang,
right before Dedede yelped. The next thing he knew, he had been
forced upright, and Dedede had punched him in the gut hard. Bowser
struggled to regain his breath, barely hearing Dedede's yelling.

"Fucking
bastard! Bite down again and you're getting much more than a punch!"

Bowser
had only barely recovered when he was bent back down. He saw that he
hadn't done anything too bad, with what just looked to be two
scratches going length-wise. Before he could make a quip about Dedede
overreacting -- which he knew deep down wasn't true -- he found it
back in his mouth, forced deeper this time.

Despite
what had happened, Dedede was close. His breathing became labored,
and he made no effort to try an hold back. Soon, he reached the bliss
of release, and with a drawn-out moan, shot off into Bowser's mouth.
The reptilian cringed, refusing to swallow, but did not spit out just
yet. He let it build up, deciding the plan would be well worth it.

Finally,
the spurts ended, with just a few contractions as his cock started to
fall limp. Dedede panted for a moment, before speaking. "Well?
Aren't you gonna swallow it?"

Bowser
removed his mouth, ignoring how some of the cum managed to seep out
on down his chin. He straighted up, and planted a kiss directly on
Dedede's mouth. There was a muffled sound of protest, but Bowser put
a hand firmly on the back of his head, keeping him from pulling away.
Dedede had no choice but to give in as Bowser spit out his own load
into his mouth. Before Dedede could force it back to Bowser, he
pulled away, covered his mouth with his other hand. Reluctantly, he
swallowed the salty fluid, the thought of it being his own causing
him to shudder just a little bit.

Bowser
smirked, removing his hands. "How was it?"

"You're
sick," Dedede retorted, not caring if he was giving him the
pleasure of knowing he got to him.

Bowser
scooted back, not caring that the taste still remained in his mouth,
and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I believe it's
my turn, now."

"Screw
that. You don't deserve it." Dedede leaned forward, towards the
nightstand. "Got anything good in here?"

"See
for yourself."

Dedede
opened the drawer, and was pleasantly surprised to find a tube of
lube lying in there, possibly for solo purposes. And then, right next
to them was a whole box of...

"Condoms?
What, you think Peach will spread her legs for you at some
undetermined point of time?"

"At
least I'd be prepared if it happened. Unlike a certain someone who
can't even make a move on his ladies."

"Hey,
I only avoid flirting with them because they'd rip it off if I
offended them!" Dedede grabbed the lube, popping off the top. He
put a generous amount on his hand, and slathered it onto Bowser's
erection, grinning when he tried to stifle a moan. He then thought
about the condoms, and mentally slapped himself. Wait, can
I still put it on him now...? Ah, fuck it, I don't really care at
this point.

"Nice
of you to help with that. Now, if you'll just turn around and bend
over..."

"No!"
Dedede put the lube on the stand, and pushed Bowser onto his back,
sitting just below his stomach.

"Hey,
put the lid back on! It'll dry out!"

"You're
not screwing anyone else anytime soon, and if you seriously do need
it for yourself, you need to suck it up." Dedede scooted back,
feeling the erection pressing against him. He shifted position, until
it was aligned correctly. Slowly, he began to ease onto him, holding
back his own moan.

Dedede
still hadn't completely recovered from his orgasm, but it didn't dull
his senses any, especially once Bowser was all the way in. He was now
sitting on him, taking some time to get used to the feeling. In
actuality, he was still a bit sore, but he prided himself on
endurance.

"What,
you're going to stay on top the whole time we're here?"

"Yes,
actually," Dedede replied. He lifted himself up, until only the
head of the cock was still in. Then, he plunged back down, a little
too eager to skip to the hard stuff. This didn't go quite as well as
planned, and he winced.

"Don't
hurt yourself there, buddy," Bowser taunted.

"Shut
up. I probably have more experience at sex period than
you." Dedede tried again, but was careful not to go too fast.
This time, he found it easier to not hold back, and sighed contently,
the initial pain going away.

Bowser
watched as Dedede leaned forward. Bowser was still trying not to show
how good this felt for him, although he had put his hands on his
back, digging his claws in ever so slightly. "I have eight kids,
idiot."

"And
yet it seems their mama's not around. I wonder why
she left. Hmmm."

That
did it. Bowser decided it didn't matter how badly he injured him now,
and sunk his claws into Dedede. Satisfaction gripped him when he
cursed in pain. "Don't talk about their mother like that,
asshole!" Warm fluid seeped onto his hands, and he could see
small trails of blood begin to drip down Dedede's sides.

"Let
go," Dedede growled, trying to pull back.

"Not
a chance." Bowser kept his hands clutched, and all Dedede
accomplished was dragging his claws further down his body.

"Let
go!" Dedede knew his only chance was to incapacitate Bowser some
other way. He swallowed what bit of pride he had, and sped up. He
still wasn't completely ready to go fast and hard, and it brought
back some pain into the pleasure. Still, the whole part where blood
was dripping from scratches on his back outweighed anything
elsewhere, and it only pushed him to keep going.

There
was even more of a double-edged sword to this. Bowser couldn't ignore
the building pressure, and groaned loudly. However, while some people
grew more relaxed as they approached their climax, others tensed up,
grasping at anything. Bowser was one of those types, and his grip
tightened even more.

After
what seemed like forever, Dedede heard Bowser's voice raise into a
high roar, and his hip bucked under him. He felt him cum inside, and
left him in for just a few more seconds before pulling off. Some of
the hot fluid was still being shot, and hit him, as if the fact some
was already leaking out wasn't enough. Maybe he should have tried to
get the condom on anyway.

Finally,
Bowser's hold relaxed, and he laid on the bed, spent. Dedede might
have made a remark if he wasn't so concerned about his injuries. He
looked back, craning to try and see how bad he was scratched up, but
found no success. Instead, he put a hand on a wound, and quickly
recoiled; the stinging was beginning to set in. Blood was now on his
hand, although it was sticky from it beginning to dry.

A
laugh breaking through panting demanded his attention. Bowser gripped
the sheet with one hand, and was holding up and looking at the other.
Both were also covered in blood. He grinned, and licked some of it
off the closer hand. "Geez, you bleed easily. Carved you up like
a turkey."

Dedede
tried not to curse out loud to show just how much he was getting to
him. Instead, he looked down at himself, noticing that, during the
whole thing, he had come back almost to full length. Once again, he
raided the nightstand, this time grabbing a condom. Frankly, he
didn't know it it was still before its expiration date, nor did he
care. He just wanted a cover, since someone just
had to scrape his teeth against him.

It
only took him a short amount of time to rip off the wrapping and put
the condom on. That was the easy part. The harder part was flipping
Bowser back onto his stomach without getting injured somehow. Still,
he had strength on his side, as Bowser was still tired from his
orgasm, and managed to do it.

"Your
tail's in the way," Dedede grumbled, trying to keep it from
hitting him in the stomach.

"Deal
with it, bitch."

"Fine!"
Dedede pinned the upper part of it against Bowser's back. With his
free hand, he forced him into a kneeling position, and then proceeded
to thrust in, hearing yet another high roar.

"You
didn't put lube on that, did you!? Agh, dammit, I just shot off!"

"I
couldn't care less about it if I'm not the one getting pounded,"
he replied, pulling back and slamming into him again to get the point
across.

The
tension was high, and it wasn't going very smoothly. Still, the
tightness left quite a good feeling on Dedede, and he continued, once
more letting himself groan loudly.

It
did nothing to drown out Bowser's protests.

"G-goddammit,
you used lube earlier.
Why not now? Bastard!" On the last word, Bowser bucked hard,
causing Dedede to lose his hold and fall out and back onto the bed.

"Fine,
then, you pansy..." Dedede yanked the condom off, slamming it
onto the nightstand, and rummaged for a new one. He nearly tore it
putting it on in his mix between rage and arousal. This time, he
grabbed the tube, smearing lube on his cock. He didn't even bother
putting the lube up, instead throwing it onto the floor.

Once
again, he was thrusting inside his rival, and although he lost the
friction he had before, he was able to go so much faster. This was
probably for the better; with free rein on the situation, it didn't
take long for him to hump him like a dog all over a bitch, slamming
into him over and over.

He
might have cared about Bowser seemingly starting to enjoy it -- did
he just draw out a low moan? -- if he wasn't so absorbed in his own
pleasure. Dedede leaned forward, breathing hard on Bowser's neck,
pinning his tail between back and stomach. He had both hands on
Bowser's hips, steadying him as his lust reached its highest point.

As
soon as it had started, it ended. With one last thrust, he reached
orgasm. It wasn't as strong as earlier, but it was enough. The condom
had prevented some of a mess from occurring, but not all, given how
much lube there was. Dedede rested on Bowser for a bit, before
pulling out, peeling the condom off and placing it right on the
switch of the lamp -- just another attempt to get the last laugh.

Dedede
fell off onto the side, just as Bowser collapsed. They were sticky
with several kinds of bodily fluids, including blood, as well as
lube. Basically, they were a mess, and the sheets probably didn't
look much better.

"I
restate," Bowser spoke up, "you are one sick freak."

"Double
for you, you utter sadist." Dedede sat up. He was done for the
night, and there was no point in staying. He grabbed his hat and
gloves, and climbed out of the bed, looking around to find his
clothes.

"Leaving
so soon?" Bowser crooned, trying to get on his nerves. "Don't
you want to cuddle, maybe kiss a little?"

Dedede
rolled his eyes, even though his back was turned. "Save the
mushy stuff for Peach, when and if you ever bed her." He found
his undersuit and belt, and went to go pick up his robes, when a
'splat' noise was heard, and his foot was covered in what felt
similar to gel. "Oh, for the love of..."

"What
the heck was that?"

"Nothing,
nothing important," Dedede lied, keeping his foot on the tube,
before smearing some of the lube into the carpet, as yet another
parting gift. He wrapped his robes around him, deciding just to make
a dash to his room instead of staying any longer just to get dressed.

"That
sounded vaguely like a tube getting emptied out. Now, spill!"

The
door opened, then slammed shut. Dedede was gone, and Bowser could
have sworn he heard him snickering.

"Agh!
Motherfucker!"

- - - - -

If
anyone needs me, I'll be traveling to hell in a handbasket.
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