A Real Kind of Love - original - R - anonymous
Title: A Real Kind of Love
Author: Anakin
Fandom: original
Pairing: anonymous
Rating: R, for explicit situations (abuse, etc.)
Disclaimer: Err...my own characters in a way. It wasn't actually written as a fandom OR an original. It's just anonymous. So...whoever owns them, owns them.
Notes: Written for contrelamontre challenge. 35 minutes. Bad I know. But I tried I really did. Feedback would be appreciated as it is my first time. Not betaed - all mistakes are my own. Thanks to dark_soul_lost for introducing me to the group...in a way.
Even watching him felt like being a voyeur. So beautiful, nothing could compare.
There is no doubt in my mind that I love him. Completely. And not the kind of love that people normally think of.
This is the pure kind. The unselfish, give-your-heart-and-soul love. Sell-your-soul-to-the-devil-to-save-them love.
Only I'm the devil.
With every snap of the whip. Every bone that cracks. Every hand print that gets left indented on his pretty pale face.
I'm responsible. Because I love him.
No one understands our relationship. No one except me. And maybe him - sometimes.
Occasionally, when I'm thrusting in him so hard and so deep I can feel his intestine, he'll scream at me. Hellish things, phrases. Things like:
"I hate you!"
"Rapist!"
"Bastard! Fucking bastard!"
But the one that always gets me is "Why?", said in such a tiny, pleading, childish voice, I have to smile. And of course I lean down and reply "Because I love you."
I prefer not to let him out. He may run away. I know he thinks it's horrible here, but the real world is so much worse. And I know he loves me. He knows I know he loves me. And he won't go.
Because despite himself, he loves what I do to him. It's all worth it to him. The bloody noses, the chipped teeth, the scars, bite marks, fingernail indents.
It's worth it for that moment of pleasure I give him. That moment of *love*.
When he screams my name and arches his back. Clutches my hips in those tiny white fists of his.
There is love.
A strong love.
A love of bruises, pain, tears, abuse, and dominance.
That's real, sell-your-soul-to-the-devil-to-save-them love.
Too bad I am the devil.
Author: Anakin
Fandom: original
Pairing: anonymous
Rating: R, for explicit situations (abuse, etc.)
Disclaimer: Err...my own characters in a way. It wasn't actually written as a fandom OR an original. It's just anonymous. So...whoever owns them, owns them.
Notes: Written for contrelamontre challenge. 35 minutes. Bad I know. But I tried I really did. Feedback would be appreciated as it is my first time. Not betaed - all mistakes are my own. Thanks to dark_soul_lost for introducing me to the group...in a way.
Even watching him felt like being a voyeur. So beautiful, nothing could compare.
There is no doubt in my mind that I love him. Completely. And not the kind of love that people normally think of.
This is the pure kind. The unselfish, give-your-heart-and-soul love. Sell-your-soul-to-the-devil-to-save-them love.
Only I'm the devil.
With every snap of the whip. Every bone that cracks. Every hand print that gets left indented on his pretty pale face.
I'm responsible. Because I love him.
No one understands our relationship. No one except me. And maybe him - sometimes.
Occasionally, when I'm thrusting in him so hard and so deep I can feel his intestine, he'll scream at me. Hellish things, phrases. Things like:
"I hate you!"
"Rapist!"
"Bastard! Fucking bastard!"
But the one that always gets me is "Why?", said in such a tiny, pleading, childish voice, I have to smile. And of course I lean down and reply "Because I love you."
I prefer not to let him out. He may run away. I know he thinks it's horrible here, but the real world is so much worse. And I know he loves me. He knows I know he loves me. And he won't go.
Because despite himself, he loves what I do to him. It's all worth it to him. The bloody noses, the chipped teeth, the scars, bite marks, fingernail indents.
It's worth it for that moment of pleasure I give him. That moment of *love*.
When he screams my name and arches his back. Clutches my hips in those tiny white fists of his.
There is love.
A strong love.
A love of bruises, pain, tears, abuse, and dominance.
That's real, sell-your-soul-to-the-devil-to-save-them love.
Too bad I am the devil.