Possession (one-shot)
Title: Possession (short)
Author: Alicez
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Maybe if he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was somewhere else.
Disclaimer: I don’t own either of them, to my shame.
Warnings: Non-con.
Authors note: This is dark, so if please be warned. I had my doubts about posting this, but in the end I couldn’t resist. A side note, I came currently working on the second part of "Beautiful seduction", and I should have it posted by tomorrow.
Maybe if he closed his eyes, it would go away. He could pretend to be somewhere else, anywhere but here. His body would remain here, bound, but his mind would be elsewhere, lost in thought.
“I know you want this.”
The voice was barely more than a whisper, the breath hot against his ear. The words where wrong, he did not want this. Still, he couldn’t suppress a shiver as a tongue slipped out and gently licked the shell of his ear.
He closed his eyes tighter, determined not to open them. If he did, the tears he had been holding would be released. He wouldn’t give the other the satisfaction of increasing the humiliation he already was feeling, so he squeezed his eyes shut even tighter.
The gentle brush of hair against his spine caused him to stiffen even more, confusing his senses.
The fingers that slid down his spine, tracing the marks, admiring the art of torture on his skin, caused him to tremble and let out a soft moan, whether it was pain or pleasure, he did not know.
Those fingers, the lightest touch on his skin, yet there was something so possessive about them. Marking him. Marking his body, telling him he was his, and no one else was allowed to touch him.
“You’re mine.”
He shivered again, involuntarily. There it was, those words. Not only did they mark his body, but they marked his soul as well. Telling him that not only his body bled, but his soul as well.
Then the teeth came, marking him, claiming him even more, to the point he thought he couldn’t be claimed anymore than he already had been.
An iron grip on his hips, urging him to his hands and knees. The fingers lightly tracing a path down his body, and then in him, preparing for what was to come.
Something hot entering him, filling him, claiming him. Fingernails digging into his hips so hard, there would be more bruises.
He wanted it to end. He wanted it to end so badly, he couldn’t help but wishing in his mind. First quietly, then louder and louder, until he was screaming, he was screaming so loud, and he was coming to, harder than he ever came.
The lean body collapsed on his, weighing him down, just resting there. Moments later, the body rolled of him, and his own compliant body was pulled into the others arms.
“Sleep. Sleep, my love.”
Hours later, when he was sure he was asleep. he extracted himself from the others embrace. He gently sat up, his body aching. Cerulean eyes opened and the tears that he had been holding so long, finally started to slip.
Tomorrow, it would all happen again. And the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, until eternity. And he would keep his eyes closed, all the time.
Fin.
Liked or like not? Constructive critism needed! I was also wondering, if someone might be willing to beta my future fic's? I've noticed I make quite some mistakes, and I would feel more confident if someone looked my work over, before I post it. Thanks=)