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Title: DEMON INSIDE
By: chenstigator
Pairing: Dre/Em (Dre POV)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. If it did happen in real
life, I'd be the happiest girl in the world. But, woe is me, it
didn't. I'm broke, the only thing you'll get from me if you sue is a
bottle of Calgon Smiley Body Spray.
Notes: This is a PWP originally for April's first challenge. But I
never got to type it because of… stuff. I don't think this has
anything to do with the challenge, honestly. But hey, it's a PWP,
yo!;
This is not beta'd and I'm Chinese and an Accountant. I don't know
English. Have pity on me. ;
Demon Inside or Ghost Stories is the first song Em wrote for Dre and
the first beat Dre made for Em. It was supposed to be included in
the Slim Shady LP.;
I wanted to use shrooms at first but I wanted it to be fast-paced.
Like traversing with mental pathways. Acid almost always produce the
expected results.;
"I don't acid rap, I rap on acid." Yay!
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Earlier I'd blame it on the acid.
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Been playing the demo for hours. For days. It's like nothing I
heard before. A world of horrorcore interlaced with the dirty world
of sex, drugs and violence. And underneath it all the unending story
of overcoming adversity and poverty told with the illest of rhymes
and well made wordplays.
Exactly what I'm looking for.
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"Dawg, I been listening to you since I was 15. `Used to play
Straight Outta Compton for hours. For days."
A meeting was arranged with Marshall. Fucking… white. Blue eyes.
Freckles. White. Pasty! White.
Not exactly what I'm looking for.
Oh God. Those lips.
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Our first meeting and we're already kicking it in the studio. We're
both the quiet-type but we don't seem to have a lost for topics to
talk about. We talked like old friends. It's mind-boggling on how
much chemistry we have. We just… I just… get him. You know? For
some reason, and I don't know why, I understand him. I understand.
For every rhyme he writes, I feel like I can make a beat to match
it. We been working for close to 5 hours now. It's our first
meeting and it's just amazing. I never had this drive before. Never
been this excited. Not since Snoop. Not even since Snoop. Been too
long. Too fucking long. I don't think I can ever stop.
Marshall's now over at the control panels, writing on his yellow Mead
legal pad. He had this look of pure intensity, like he's in the
zone, swivelling in his chair. His hands moving along to a beat that
only he can hear. I let him have his space as I sit on a nearby
sofa, bobbing my head. Moving along to a beat that only I can
hear.
I look up at a start. I didn't hear him roll his chair until he's
sitting right in front of me.
"I'm having a little trouble controlling this pen. I think it wants
to keep going." He drops his pad beside me on the sofa.
I took a glance at his pad. It's total chaos. Marshall writes fast
with the smallest of letters I've ever seen.
//I'm possessed by evil demons
That torture me while I'm sleeping
I keep dreaming of death
And I'm hearing people screaming
The devil's spirit's trapped inside me
And I want it out//
"I can see you clearly. So clearly. Your Face… This… You… it's
all…" He had this comical grin on his face. His eyes so blue and
big. He has dimples and I can't look away.
He holds out his hand to me, palm up. In it I saw stamps with little
Spidermans on them. "What the fuck is this?" I ask.
"Blotters. Put them on your tongue, dawg. It'll help." Help
what? But I didn't voice that out. I already have the piece of
paper on my tongue.
//I'm on the couch
Bleeding to death in a haunted house
With both of my wrists slit
I'm lifted up in the air
And suspended in animation like someone's holding me there
I feel somebody's cold hands wrapping around my neck
While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death
But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches//
Sublime. This is what it is.
Everything still seems normal but very vivid. Everywhere I look
colors change. I look at Marshall, he still has that grin but he
glows. He's glowing now. His outlines still normal but like
everything else, very, very vivid and changing colors.
My hand must follow the bold sweep of the lines. I feel like, as
if my awareness is placed in the part of my body that's now active.
My hand… my tongue.
Marshall starts laughing but then becomes startled when he realizes
that it's my hands kneading his shoulders. His eyes were so dilated
but I can still see the blue. His lips swollen and so, so clear.
So pink. I can't. I don't think I can ever stop.
The first touch of our lips was electric. Like hearing arias first
thing in the morning. So soft. So sweet. So strong. So furious.
We continue to kiss and I feel so hot. I take my shirt off and push
Marshall gently to lay down on the sofa.
"I am… everything is… changed… your face… together… interwoven…"
//Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes
Tripping over OD'd bodies of dead lushes
Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes
Door's open and close by themselves
Books fly off the shelves
Curtains catch fire
The house melts//
Hovering over him, I look at Marshall's face and… I swear to God,
he's glowing. I want to see if every part of his skin's the same but
his shirt is on the way. I tore Marshall's shirt off revealing
smooth, smooth planes and ruby nipples. Yes, glowing. Our breath
coming out in harsh canters. So harsh, I can hear it inside my head.
His hands quickly reaching up for the buttons of my pants. "I don't
think so," I grinned, grabbing both of his wrists, holding them
above his head. Above the armrest.
I dip my head to trail kisses down his neck. "I've never done this
before," I sink my teeth into his shoulder.
"Me neither… fuckin'… bitch." He grits his teeth, shoving me back,
struggling for control. I push on his wrists more forcefully. I
smiled, leaning down and gently biting into his neck. Tasting the
sweetness and saltiness of his flesh on my tongue.
I trail my tongue down his chest, closing in on a nipple and bit
again making Marshall moan, his breath coming out in gasps. I moan
into his ear, biting on the outer shell as I did before once again
taking control of his mouth. His eyes flash with desire. With
submission.
I continue to trail my tongue over his squirming body and stop as I
reach the waistband of his sweats.
"Please," he begs.
I pull his sweats down his thighs and roughly grasped his cock in my
palm, taking him into my mouth.
Marshall came with a strangled moan caught in the column of his
throat.
//My skin blisters and sticks together like twin sisters
The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters
Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adam's apple
Two cups of holy water and I'm looking at `em half full
But as soon as I go to touch `em they turn into red rum
It got silent
Then all these voices said,
"Come follow me into the pits of hell"
I heard `em yell,
"Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel!"//
With my mind made up to come to completion, I fumble with the buttons
of my jeans. Whoever invented the buttonfly must die. I feel a sigh
of relief escape my lungs as my cock comes in contact with the cool
air. I scramble towards the nearby side table drawer to look for a
condom and the tube of KY I used to jack off the other day. Much of
the lube ends up on the sofa's upholstery and Marshall's pants as I
struggle to lubricate myself. I can't wait anymore. I turned
Marshall over and ordered him to go on his knees. He complies as he
rests his forehead on the armrest with his hand on each side of his
head.
I hold Marshall's hips still and thrust into him. Oh my God, he's
tighter than any bitch I've ever had. I need to have more. He
whimpers but didn't say anything more so I begin to withdraw and
thrust so forcefully that even a sofa, as sturdy as this one,
creaks. I lean over Marshall to have a better angle, placing my
hands besides his. I am covered in sweat yet his back feels cold
against my chest.
His head thuds against the table beside the sofa and I cannot bear
the thought that it might be harming him. I push my hand between his
forehead and the table like I'm cradling his head. I'll definitely
have a bruise but I don't care.
I bite down on my lower lip as I try to hold back a moan as I came.
//I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother covered
in dry blood
Head still dented from the shovel
I said I need a room so I could try to get some rest
She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess
And told me that's just for starters
Satan'll be in to see me later
To see if I'm interested in being partners//
I pull-out from Marshall's body and lay myself down beside him
sideways. I pull Marshall into my arms and try my best to cover him
in my warmth. He moans briefly but quieted soon as his breaths even
out.
Marshall had his eyes closed and his body is starting to slacken with
sleep. I tenderly kiss each closed eyelid, his nose, his chin,
his forehead, his cheeks. Everywhere but his lips until his face
feels damp with my kisses. As I brush my lips against his, he opens
them slightly and slides his tongue against mine. We kissed long
and sweetly.
I gently ran my fingertips through his hair as we part. I repeat the
gesture over and over and bring my eyes to Marshall's.
Blond.
Marshall had this puzzled look on his face. I ran my fingertips
through his hair again and say,
"You should be a blond."
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Earlier I'd blame it on the acid. But that was a lie.
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Yes, it's that simple
Go to the studio, bring some drugs with you and bada-bing bada-boom.
Simple. *g*
A Belated Happy Lunar New Year to you all. *Kung Hei Fat Choi*