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Bleed The Sickness

Aug 09, 2011 01:08

Characters: EVIL!ALEX & OPEN
Date&Time: August 09/night
Setting: unused freezer
Summary: Being stuck in a freezer is kind of boring.
Rating: evil!alex has quite a mouth on him. also shower secks.
Status: Open to whoever wants to visit.

( A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead )

amara aquilla, ben westwood, alex summers

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eagleonfire August 10 2011, 07:04:17 UTC

She wasn't embarrassed by his naked body, but it wasn't like she was trying to look either, but...it was hard to miss all the scars, the bruises and cuts. He'd led a very hard life, harder than she'd ever had to.

She didn't know what a Sentinel was, but the fact that it had easily killed one of them, it wasn't a good thing. There was an odd quality in the way he talked about the kid's death, not like he actually cared, but that it was a disappointment in it. But when he started talking about Erik, and the punishment he'd taken, she thought she understood. He'd disappointed someone he cared about, someone who'd been counting on him. She'd taken beatings herself at home for things she'd done wrong, for not living up to expectations.

But when he talked about coming into...her room, Amara's room, the pronouns lost again, something in her wanted to break. Wanted to come over to him and help him like she'd helped him. He had feelings for that version of her, she saw, but she thought this was a realization he was only now coming to. She met his eyes, sympathy, not pity, in hers. He wasn't even hers, but she wanted to tell him it would be okay. He'd get home...even if Alex didn't come back when he did.

everambient August 10 2011, 07:18:33 UTC

"Don't you fucking dare look at me like that," he told her quietly. "Don't you dare." Because in that moment, looking at him with sympathy, she looked exactly like his Amara and it made him miss her even more.

In fact he looked away from her now, staring at the shower floor instead, where the water had turned a bit red because of the cut on his leg. How many times had he taken showers where the water was pure red and loved it? But the one time he'd needed her to be more than just a good time, she'd been there without him even having to say a word. She'd understood him on a level that no one else would have in that moment.

He leaned forward to rest his head on the shower wall as a chill passed over him, something he blamed entirely on her stupid herb.

eagleonfire August 10 2011, 07:25:40 UTC

She turned her head away, staring at the tile on the wall by the sink. She didn't blame him for being cross with her. Everything was so confusing and the things she'd normally tell Alex in a situation like this didn't apply here, and it was clear that he was having at least a similar problem. Brave new world, for all of them.

It was a bad idea. It was a horrible idea, the worst idea, but she just...moved over to the shower, not caring that the water was splashing onto her clothes, and reached forward, pulling his head towards her so she could kiss him firmly. The worst of all bad ideas.

everambient August 10 2011, 07:31:22 UTC

After all of her continuous rejections of his advancements he was taken completely by surprise by the kiss. But as the surprise passed it was replaced by something equally disturbing as he returned the kiss, bringing his good arm around her waist to pull her in against him, it was replaced by relief. The exhaustion, the pain, hell the boredom of the last few days no longer mattered to him.

eagleonfire August 10 2011, 07:36:28 UTC

She let him pull her against him, her clothes soaking through, her hair stuck to her skin. Any other time and she'd be out the door to guard the hallway and let him finish, kicking herself for his mistake, but there was just such release on his face that she couldn't let go. She couldn't stop. Her other arm wrapped around his neck, careful of his injured shoulder, her hand slipping into his hair.

everambient August 10 2011, 07:44:48 UTC

Pulling his mouth away from hers to breathe, he whispered ever so softly--so that he himself almost couldn't hear it, and god he kind of hoped she couldn't too. "I need you."

eagleonfire August 10 2011, 07:49:39 UTC

Perhaps unfortunately for him, she did, leaning to press her forehead against his, tilting her head so they rubbed together slightly under the spray of the water. She pulled back just enough to slip off her shirt, tossing it to the side, kicking off her shoes easily, even though they were heavy with water. Almost everything in her screamed that this wasn't a good idea, that nothing good was going to come from this...but he needed this. She pulled his mouth back to hers, her free hand buttoning her shorts with an almost practiced ease.

everambient August 10 2011, 08:01:01 UTC

Alex decided he didn't care. He didn't care if she'd heard him, or that she wasn't the Amara he knew and...knew. Nothing more. He simply knew her better than anyone because there was no way he could possibly...

Injured arm and all, he turned them to slam her against the nearest wall once her shorts were gone, kissing her almost frantically now. His good arm moved between them to slip into her panties before she had the chance to take them off--he just wasn't that patient--fingertips working her clit in a way he knew would cause her breathing to speed up at the very least. He needed to feel her chest rising and falling against his, needed to know that he was the reason she was so breathless as his mouth devoured hers. He needed to be in control of the situation.

eagleonfire August 10 2011, 08:09:22 UTC

She wasn't really all that surprised when her back violently hit the shower wall, his mouth practically consuming hers. But she met him, measure for measure, giving him whatever it was she needed. She broke off from his lips, breathing turning heavy like he'd expected as his fingers found her clit, moving faster than she'd expected. She called out to the gods softly under her breath, but he'd understand, since he spoke Latin...possibly because of her. He'd understand the plea for fortitude. She hooked a calf around his, pulling him closer, pressing their skin as close as possible. It felt like a betrayal, but she wanted him.

everambient August 10 2011, 08:21:36 UTC

When her mouth moved from his, he kissed her neck instead. Nipping gently along her jaw and down to her throat before pulling his hand out of her panties to pull them down. Frustrated with them being in the way and nowhere near patient enough to wait for her to help him, he brought his injured arm down too to grab them with both hands and pull until they tore away. And then he reached up to turn her around, biting into her shoulder as he kicked her legs apart with his foot and pushed his hardened cock into her.

She wouldn't be aware of the significance of his reaction here, but in his world the way he gasped as he entered her now was a rare verbal sign of pleasure. Usually he was so in control that he could keep quiet, but now with his lips against her shoulder, tongue running over where he'd bitten her, he closed his eyes and pretended she was his Amara. Hips bucking forward, he began to fuck her rougher than the Alex she was familiar with ever would. With his good hand on the wall beside her head, his injured arm was wrapped around her, pain ignored as his fingers found her clit again.

eagleonfire August 10 2011, 08:36:46 UTC

She refrained from groaning as he tore away her panties, the fabric pulling taut and pressing against her pussy before tearing. The groan turned into a gasp as he flipped her around, his teeth digging into her shoulder. She spread her legs at his gesture, bending forward slightly to rest her forearms on the tile, grunting slightly as he entered her with no hesitation.

It was rougher than Alex would be with her, but it was in no way unfamiliar. If anything, it was more familiar than anything she'd had here, his thrusts forceful and bruising. But the tongue on her shoulder was almost comforting, and the fingers on her clit were just enough to make her wish she had something to hold on to. She forced her knees to lock, moaning softly through her teeth with every exhale.

everambient August 10 2011, 08:46:19 UTC

"Fuck," he whispered between breaths, lips moving against her skin. It was too easy to pretend he was back home, back with her in that moment.

Her consistent moans and the way she felt so wet and tight around him as he moved roughly inside and against her, it was driving him crazy in the best way. Alex moved his hand from the wall for a moment to smack her side hard enough to leave a mark there. "There's my girl," he whispered, kissing her throat and along her jawline.

eagleonfire August 10 2011, 08:52:31 UTC

Her body jerked as he smacked her, but she didn't cry out, not any more than she already was. She wanted to protest that she wasn't his anything, but...well, she wasn't herself to him. This was about him and his whatever he had with her counterpart. She turned her head to catch his lips, kissing him roughly, biting at his flesh.

everambient August 10 2011, 09:16:12 UTC

Alex actually moaned into her mouth, kissing her eagerly and letting her bite him without fighting against it. His fingers moved quicker against her clit, because for the first time in a long time he was trying to hold back, trying to let her get off first. He wanted to hear her scream, preferably his name, but anything would do, and then he'd give in and let that building pressure push him over the edge.

eagleonfire August 10 2011, 09:26:38 UTC

Everything was overloading, her body, her brain, her skin, at the way he played her like a fiddle. She broke off from his mouth, her lips red and swollen, tilting her head down to lean against the tile, his fingers just pressing in just right, and she was flying over the edge. "Havok!," she cried out, her legs shaking, threatening to give out on her as her muscles tightened and released. It was almost too much, but she held on, pushing through the sensations, through the pleasure.

everambient August 10 2011, 09:35:55 UTC

She knew his name, his real name, and the way she said it. Christ, he wouldn't have been able to hold back any longer if he'd tried, bringing his hand up to hold her against him firmly by her stomach despite the injury in his shoulder as he experienced his orgasm with her. It was an entirely new feeling, to get off at the same time like that, to feel so fucking connected to her in ways that he had never thought possible without knives and ropes.

It took him a moment to relax enough to remember how to breathe, holding her against him as if he were afraid she would disappear, face buried against her neck and in her wet hair. His own chest and stomach pressing against her back as he breathed, he whispered, "Say it again."

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