Black/White
Slamming his fist into the chain link fence he found himself swearing out to the heavens above him. The stars only starting to wink, silently ignoring his lewd mouth as he went on a rampage. Turning away and pacing before jerking him self back and giving a swift kick to the fence watching it spring back and forth before his eyes dropped to the streets below.
Black didn’t want to think about what the old woman had said to him, but still he could feel her voice rattling inside his skull and he hissed another curse under his gritted teeth. If she wasn’t at the shrine and she wasn’t here on the rooftop he felt as if he should admit defeat allow her to come home on her own accord, but it felt so unsettling to him. His heart quivered in fear of something happening to her-for those with lost memories never met a happy ending. The demons that had attacked them had been known to come back, and in some cases when one lost their memory it was too much to handle-like they knew something was missing from them and they simply just ended their life. He’d seen time after time again, sometimes he just couldn’t help them at all.
He thought back to what the old woman had said earlier to him today…
“She is a very unsettled young woman-Black, a day will come when her heart will fester and you won’t be able to tend the wound. She’ll never be quiet content so long as her mind is blank.”
“Stupid old hag…” he muttered as if cursing her through his clenched fist, his tongue rolling out more dreadful curses as if that would ease the ill matter of anger brewing in his chest. But there was no denying that in away he knew White couldn’t be as happy as any one normally would be. That there would always be a part of her missing, and that he himself to could probably easily forget about her little misery-- but he couldn’t say the same for White.
And now more than anything he was afraid he was losing her-it had only been a year but he loved her. There was no denying that, he may have had and odd way of expressing it from time to time but he truly felt with every heart beat in his chest his own awakening naïve love for the girl with the lost memory.
The year was usually the test, if they made it passed a year they were more likely to make it for years to come. But most cracked either before or just a little after and his blood ran cold at the thought of White ending her life. To some of his relief, she wasn’t up here, hadn’t taken her life and slipped off the building-but that only led to and endless string of possibilities of where she could be at. The Gods were just tormenting him, testing him as well. He slumped down crouching burying his head against his knee trying to solve his own dilemma before he fell over laying on the roof top staring off at nothing particular till his eyes slowly glided up to the sky.
As if giving into the heavens and begging them to offer him their guidance, praying that nothing had happened to White and that he could at least see her face again. Staring up at the stars in the glowing twilight he began to think of the small memories he had of White. The little garden she kept in the back and how she tended to it with her sweet voice, how he would comb her long oil colored hair for hours to sooth her. The most perfect nights when her naked body was lying over his and he had his arms wrapped around her feeling like he could protect her from anything-feeling how truly his affection ran for her when their lips met and adored her with endless gazes. His mind drifted to the sweetest of memories before it all came down how he met her. That dark alleyway-
And then it hit him the alleyway! Why hadn’t he thought of it before, but he didn’t waste any time scolding him self, he was up in an instant heading for the door and down the stairs, down the many, many cases of stairs before he knew it he was out on the street shoving passed people drifting for some late night fun. It was a fool’s chance that she might be there but at the moment as he strained himself to run faster he couldn’t help thinking he had to take that chance anyway-he couldn’t think of anywhere else where White could be.
He was shoving passed people on the street, hurling him self over cars and down mazes of alleyways. He hardly knew what he was passing by but felt as if his heart were guiding him, pulling him on and endless string, rather than relying on sight. He was swallowing down breaths feeling the last of the rays of sunlight falling down behind the towering buildings barely lighting the narrowed and cramped alleyways. He almost ran right passed it, but he stopped hard his weight nearly knocking him over before he caught himself at the corner and stared hard.
He had barely made out the outline of a figure laying there on the ground, as he stopped and looked realizing indeed that it was a young girl and how still she looked made his heart seize with terror. He rushed forward stopping as if he were too frighten to know the truth the edge of his voice coated with melodies of pain.
“White!”
And for a moment as his voice faded off to nothing the body stirred and the girl rolled over on her side and sat up questionably blinking at him. Her naïve little stare as her black curls fell over her shoulder.
“Black?”
He felt relieved to hear her voice his heart only softening for a moment before he marched over, anger flashing through his eyes as he reached down and clutched at her arm with such force she cried out momentarily as he jerked her to her feet.
“What do you think you’re doing here? I told you not to wander off!”
The girl in his clutches seemed to try to resist a moment against him but as she looked at him became rather soft almost slightly passive. Her eyes darted from him to the ground as she nibbled against her lower lip a moment.
“I was just trying to see if I could remember anything…” she finally managed to reply.
Black’s chest heaved with heavy breathes her answer only furthering his anger more as he narrowed his eyes in a piercing gaze before blurting out:
“Don’t you understand? You’re never going to remember anything! They took it all away White-and there’s no way you’ll ever get it back!”
The moment he said it he realized how much he regretted it as he watched her eyes seize with a sudden terror of pain and then glisten with soft tears swarming at the edge of her lashes. Dropping her gaze a painful smile flickered over lips and Black in shame turned his head away digging his nails into his palm, cursing himself for letting his frustration get the better of him. It was irony, that you could always hurt the person you love the most, the easiest.
“I don’t know why I bother, you’re right Black.” Her voice was coarse with pain but she was trying to bear through it passively admitting or trying to for the sake of easing his anger.
Black was silent for a moment his own heart breaking but as he lifted his eyes he couldn’t help feeling himself move forward taking her hand in and squeezing it watching her eyes waver over his waiting for him to praise her, to accept her for agreeing with him. But he only stood there for a moment his other hand brushing against her cheek.
“White, what I meant to say is that… Is that…” he stumbled over his words knowing that his heart could convey them better, that he wished she could just listen to it sing as he tried to convey it to words. “I just mean that, some times we lose things… We never find them but-damnit, you gotta understand that, maybe finding new things can be a good thing too. The past can only get you half way there-but isn’t it your future that, that makes you who you are?”
Her eyes lit glittering momentarily in awe of his statement before averting feeling a confliction brewing in her thoughts. He smirked in thought again, brushing his thumb over his chin his heart swelling as he leaned closer to her, his forehead resting against hers.
A part of him was afraid of her some how remembering, because what if there was something in her past more important than him? What if she left him? It was a selfish fear he knew he had no right to admit to her, but he couldn’t help getting the urges to want to-to keep her by his side forever. Still he couldn’t ever deny her the thought of letting her wonder what her past life use to be like... But he didn’t want it to consume her. He squeezed her hand again and their eyes met in a locked stare.
“White, I want to be something you remember… I want to be there in every moment, for good or worse. I want to make a future with you-”
And just as in moments before where he was holding her ever so gently he had suddenly pressed her up against the wall with a forceful shove. White fell a little tense under his grip but she knew Black to be a man with a rather aggressive intention from time to time. Her eyes were melting with his words, as she caught her breath against the wall and waited for what he might say next.
“I’m going to make you a memory White, this memory you’ll always have of this place!” he said rather quickly his voice hissing but in a soft way as his hand running down from her cheek to her waist snagging it tightly, his fingers clawing at her hips pulling her lower half into him his other hand shaking with his own words ringing out of his mouth, holding tightly onto hers as if that were the only thing he knew that would save him.
“That way when you come here, you won’t fret, you won’t cry, you won’t wonder who you are!”
He sank forward his lips cutting right into her comfort of her small lush lips that quivered against his. Tears spilled down her cheeks a small choking sound escaping between the exchanges of new gulping breathes as they shared rapid almost attacking kisses with one another.
He pulled back just a little his stare hungry but calm, affectionate and merciful. His breathes pooling against her before her eyes reopened feeling his hand release hers and brush away the tears soaking tears on her cheeks. Her own eyes fluttered open seeing him and smiling softly leaning into his hand and kissing his palm.
“I love you White…”
She didn’t have a chance to return adoring words for he leaned forward again and snagged her lips in his own fully pressing her against the wall. He didn’t have to hear it, he knew the words like a scar cut into his skin-he could feel it between them as his hands rushed over her body quickly striping her feeling her naked skin right under his finger tips. She wasn’t ashamed, she seemed to suddenly feel just as hungry and alive as he was her cheeks only holding a slight stain of a blooming blush as he pulled back and admired her exquisite pale skin, her wonderful curves and petite shape. Her hands struggled and eagerly peeled back at his own clothing their lips parting and instantly coming to like magnets-he felt so mad with how much he felt that he began to nibble and squeeze her that it left little bruises; none of which she complained about or even whined against but allowed as if this were exactly how she knew love was expressed. And he realized when the last piece of his clothes had been stripped off how perfect they both seemed for one another how she was so smooth and angelic, and he was toned, rugged, and dark. Almost like an Oreo cookie, two halves just mashing together.
White’s hand lifted her fingertips tracing over his chest his heart clasping with wild thrashings as she pressed her full palm against it.
“I’ll never forget you Black… “Her voice quietly sang catching him off guard, “Your heart is my heart… And I’ll never forget how it beats. Not ever.”
He wouldn’t have admitted to it but he felt a welling sting brim in his eyes and he was afraid the tears would spill over. So he leaned into her neck hiding him self in her dark unruly curled hair embracing her his lips pressing into her neck for a few gentle kisses as he recomposed himself.
“You’re the tattoo on my heart.” He whispered just below her ear.
No more words in that moment needed to be exchanged, for no amount of words couldn’t convey beyond what the young couple felt for each other. It had a hold on them so tight it was suffocating. His hands were over her, caressing every indent, curve and lushest part of her body. Squeezing tenderly, or slipping into secret spots that were only meant for him her voice crying out with heavy whimpers and delighted gasps, clinging to him for the sake of her sanity as the overwhelming pleasure swept inside her. He was teasing her with little words that she couldn’t coherently make out over her own voice, but felt as his tongue curled around the shell of her ear and his teeth tugged at the lobe of her ear.
White was shaking, barely able to stand, but her hands worked as she felt pressed h more into the wall holding her up right as she dug her nails into her neck attending to his lips with more aggressive but affectionate kisses. He returned the gesture breaking away and snaking down her neck, marking it with hard sucking plucks, so that when everyone saw them return they knew she was his. White returned the same aggressive affection her hands clawing over his shoulder blades, almost sculpting over the muscles shaping his arms and under his shoulder blades, caressing over his neck and through his silver hair. She couldn’t help but feel herself grind against him feeling a tense heat burn their skin, only creating him to whither against her small little body rubs.
It only felt like seconds but they were locked in a world where everything felt like it was on a short time frame. Minutes had passed by nearly half and hour and all he could do was adore her with simple affections. He broke away feeling himself too hot and insane to concentrate-he needed more though, he felt as if he hadn’t convinced her that she deserved much more of a taste for such a thrilling pleasure. And looking over her body he knew exactly how to perform it. He knelt down before her reaching for her hand and kissing over the knuckles down to her fingertips.
“I will give you everything I can…” he whisper between her fingers, her eyes peeking open and meeting his gaze as a smile flickered over her lips.
“I-I will too.” She replied swallowing as the most earnest and joyful smile peeled over her lips.
He returned the smile his other hand raising and running up her leg and over her thigh before washing back down, receding like ocean tides.
“I’ll always be at your side-nothing will ever pull me away.” Black clutched at her hand planting one last kiss on her finger tips eyes never wavering from hers before his smile seemed to brighten a moment, gaze becoming fixated and narrowed almost playfully, amusedly as if mischief were suddenly sparking between them.
He moved away from her hand nestling his cheek against her thigh lips brushing against the smooth skin, still his eyes were on her as she felt her cheeks breaking out with a fierce heat as he slowly snaked his way towards her center. She said not one word only taking his hand into hers and knitting her own fingers between his.
“I’ll never leave you…” she finally piped up a almost nervous wavering tone on the edge of her lips. But that smile of his, how lovely and serene it looked in that moment made her heart stop. Every little thought in her mind suddenly obliterated and relieved to see that smile on his face.
Then without any hesitation he was buried between her legs his mouth nestling between her warm folds, tongue working sending sensations of heavenly delight to suddenly jolt through her. White found herself pressing against the wall again, her head tilting back as if she suddenly forgot how to breathe, gasps whimpering out of her. And Black only tormented her further wiggling his tongue against a certain little button that had her voice climbing in notes has her hands resting on his head and ringing through the strands of his snowy hair.
After minutes she was beginning to feel desperate legs nearly clenching against his face, but his hands held them pried enough for him comfortably remain. She was literally pulling and digging her nails over his scalp whimpering and begging for him to stop.
“Bl-Bla-Black! I can’t take it anymmm-mmm! Any-anymore! Plu-Please sto-Ah-Ah aaap~!”
But it seemed every time she tried to stop him he would insist and nestle himself further prodding even more eagerly. His own arousal only climbing at hearing her squeals and whimpering blusters of pleasure - she was close and he could feel that and he felt now was as good as time as any to share it with her. Finally relenting he pulled back dragging the back of his wrist over his mouth and happily raising to her, pulling her into him for a hot kiss as his hand clutched at her hair tightly his other hand sliding up her thigh and over her little bottom massaging into that little dent of her lower back.
“I’m going to take you now… “ He managed to say between a kiss or two and White felt herself hanging back a moment her own heart rapping against her chest before her eyes flickered open and melted against his. A shy little smile peeking over her lips as her cheeks bruised with a light flush of red.
“…O-okay.”
It was always her passive reply, and his hand swept away from her back down over bottom and over her thigh gripping it and lifting it, spreading it out to fit himself between her as he pressed her up against the wall rather roughly. He had her settled against him, propped up from the ground, and as he slipped inside her she draped her arms around his shoulders a heavy moan exhaling out of her as his length filled deeply into her. Just a short pause between the two lovers as he assured her with a few tender kisses to her neck and her lips that she was alright before his hips began a slowly sink inward and incline to a higher pace.
Ecstasy bloomed between them immediately; they were now combined in a string of desirable movements. Any hurt feelings, guilty thoughts, fear disappeared in an instant. Only a burning lust seemed to consume them a darkness modeling through their minds and a pressure flooding through their veins and leaping into their gut igniting jolting feather like strokes of sensual and unimaginable pleasures. Even Black began to feel himself giving in, quiet moans erupting from him as he held her even more tightly nails clawing over her shoulders his lips quivering as his thrust sank in faster.
It meant everything to him for just that moment to suddenly feel like they were alone, that the world was shattering beneath their feet and they only had each other. That’s what he wanted each thrust to make her feel, make every breath in her body feel like it was meant for one last moment with him. Thus the seconds turned to minutes and the time crept passed their crying happiness till he felt himself swell to the point where he knew was his breaking point, she herself getting rather tight against him. He had one last thrust him left and that was all he needed before he plunged deeply into her feeling her own body constrict rather tightly before her own wet release came flowing and he himself grunted out feeling rather stiff as he arched into her and finally choked down a few more breathes over his strained vocals and nearly felt himself collapse against her. The sun had long set by now and it was only the blinking stars shining down at them, the moonlight revealing their sweated stained skin and their tired eyes.
Still that glance from one another was an acknowledgement of their adoration. His hands soften its grip on her hair stroking tiredly as she leaned into him nurturing his neck with a few soft kisses before whispering.
“I won’t ever forget this Black.”
His heart leapt with a hard pound before a soft smile lit over his lips and he leaned in just before kissing her, “Me neither… “ He replied.
The sweet kiss shared between them as they settled down against the dirty bricks and the abandon alleyway among the stars to hold each other for the long night ahead of them.