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The MGL X Ninja Chronicles.


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Not quite a chronicle but it sounded cool. I introduce to you a Turd ajjussi pairing. This fic is super short and it is not a kpop pairing but a Ninja X MGL one. It's a little choppy and awkward but meh, I haven't written in a long time. I'd like to take this pairing seriously and develop it. Here goes guys. I bring you the tragic break up of my ahjussi pairing.

 

WELCOME TO MY NINJA X MGL FANFIC. 

 

 

 

 

You

 

A secret love truly is at times, a waste of time. Even if the beginning is defined by an unshakeable love, reality has a way of setting in and reminding you that your love is far more vulnerable than you imagine. That was how Miguel felt at that moment. Chris Lao sat on the side of the room, typing on the computer. There was a heavy silence in the air permeated by the argument that they had just had. What the argument was about? Miguel had forgotten. It had started over a small issue, perhaps some dirty dishes or the way Chris’s shoes were always scattered in the hallway, but it had escalated into something big until the true heart of the matter revealed itself; the concealment of their relationship. Miguel had long since confronted the issue of his identity and having to repeat it all over again with a closet partner was a frustrating experience.

 

He wanted their relationship to move on to another level emotionally but as long as their private life remained hidden, it would never happen. Lately, their relationship was starting to feel like a flickering candle, like it could be snuffed out by something as simple as a light breeze.

 

This time it was Chris who took the initiative to call it a truce. He approached with the weariness of a coy cat and sat next to Miguel. The approach spoke of the nickname that Miguel gave him, his ninja. There was something about the way Chris carried himself and approached that had a way of lowering Miguel’s defenses. It’s like the man radiated a peaceful and infectious energy within him that had a way of taming any strained feelings.

 

Even though the script was the same, it still had a way of softening the heart. Chris came from a conservative and almost stereotypical Asian background. His parents weren't overly strict but still, life came with expectations. Homosexuality remained a grave sin that he couldn’t possibly even dare to mention to his parents. Furthermore, he was bisexual and in spite of his relationship with Miguel, he couldn't help but envision a future with a wife and children. It was something so ingrained by society that he couldn't help but want it for himself. It was a future that his current relationship could not fulfill yet a selfish part of him did not want to let this thing go.

 

So he apologized with his usual explanation of his background and soft kisses placed on Miguel’s shoulders. The shoulders slowly relaxed and the tension dissipated and soon, Miguel returned the soft kisses to show that he was taking some responsibility for the argument too . He held Chris’s cheek, enjoying the slight textural difference caused by his morning shadow. His lips lightly sucked on Chris’s bottom lip as if seeking some comfort for his disarrayed feelings.

 

***

There was that heat, making his whole body tingle and his limbs melt. It was addictive… intoxicating, the way it seeped into his pores and made his body tense in inexplicable pleasure. Chris’s arms clutched Miguel’s shoulders as his body swayed to the rhythm. It was at the stage where it had started to feel good and his body was more accepting of that insistent invasion. Heck, his body was enjoying it. The way his inner walls clung onto the hard flesh as Miguel swayed his hips, gyrating against his prostate and sending electric bolts of pleasure shooting through his body.

 

This was something, that no woman could give him. There was something powerful, musky and incredibly erotic about someone with the same body. There was no caution, no wooing, simply mating like dogs until they both reached a mind-blowing climax. He enjoyed it. The hands clutching on his hips and the powerful thrusts that felt like they were decimating his body from inside out. At times, he wondered if he was masochistic because he enjoyed it too much. They changed positions, each position reaching his prostate from a different angle, brushing against that spot and making him incoherent. 

 

“Uh, Un… Wait…â€

 

The moans drove Miguel wild and he increased his pace. He liked seeing Chris this way, he always lost himself in the pleasure and his body curved erotically as he tried to contain how aroused he was. Miguel’s hands released the hips and reached for Chris’s nipples, rubbing the hard nubs and accelerating Chris’s imminent climax. Sweat pooled from Chris’s brow, his body dewy from this workout. He tried to contain it, but his body tensed, his cock twitched and his balls stiffened from how close he was.

“I’m c cumm…â€

 

In the midst of an approaching climax, there was that realization. As Miguel frantically thrust his hips and Chris furiously rubbed his cock, something seemed to seep into the atmosphere. Chris’s moans grew louder as his prostate was consistently massaged by Miguel’s hard pumps. Sweat clung to Miguel’s forehead as he approached the end of this sexual journey. He let out a few more hard thrusts before he buried himself deep and emptied everything. Chris’s climax was just as intoxicating and just as explosive. He dragged his hand against his dripping cock, riding on the waves of pleasure… he released himself, semen spurting on his stomach and with a deep moan, it ended. They had both reached the climax.

 

***

It ended silently. Those are the worst types of scripts when it comes to break ups. They speak of a finality and a well thought out dialogue that finalizes the end of the play. Chris ended it, perhaps acknowledging the part of him that couldn’t see a future in this. His script was flawless. He spelled out everything he wanted to say; the constant fights and the selfishness he felt in choosing to retain something he saw no future in.

 

As he let the words tumble out of his mouth, there seemed to be a burden lifting off his shoulders. They relaxed and his lungs filled with air like he had yearned to say those words all along. There was a sad aspect about it, but some goodbyes even if tinged with sadness, are for the better. For Chris, it was a liberating breath of air filling his lungs, but for Miguel it was the opposite, each word knocked the air out of his lungs and destroyed his heart. He knew it was inevitable, but that didn’t stop it from hurting less.

***
It was a meeting across the street that triggered the memories. A mere lingering gaze at each other amidst a whirr of passing cars, yet everything seemed to be moving rather slow. There were the memories buzzing overhead as though being rewound by a tape player. It took just a blink and the flashback was over. Chris’s eyes turned and focused on a little boy. The boy had the same jet black hair as his. He clung to Chris’s legs seeking his attention and next to him was a small framed woman with ginger colored hair. A schooling look clung to her features before she seemed to let out an exasperated sigh. By the time, Chris lifted his gaze, Miguel was gone, as though he had never been there, as though he was a simple page in his life that had been forgotten when he started a new one.

 

 

 

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