Ruby Soho / Frerard
Title: Ruby Soho
Pairing: Frerard
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ruby Soho
It was suffocating. Everything he was doing to me was as pleasant as it was painful and for moments I just had to pull away and draw a sharp breath to make sure I survived. He didn't seem to mind though, for when our lips parted he would find another piece of skin to suckle on instantly, none too gently.
I gasped when he pushed me onto the supper-table and drew my legs over his own shoulders, nipping at the sensitive skin of the inside of my thighs, not minding the thin cuts and scabbed scars. He kissed, licked, bit and sucked on every one of them and with each caress I felt my chest grow warmer.
Frankie, you're beautiful...
I had thought he'd find me gruesome and disgusting when he saw my abused body but instead he almost ravished it, entranced. Was this some sort of fetish of his? Maybe he was into bloodplay? I couldn't care less. The friction between his skin and my wounds was overwhelming and it was driving me insane with painful pleasure.
He lifted his face so his feral, lust-filled gaze met mine, and smirked in a fashion that I couldn't find either sensual nor appealing. It was a menacing sort of expression, it reminded me of a predator that's cornered its prey and is about to tear it to pieces mercilessly.
And maybe I was his prey.
In my ingenuous, oblivious mind I simply ignored it. I forced myself to believe he actually desired more from me than just the sex we were about to have, that I meant a thing for him - even though I knew it before it started: he was just going to have his way with me, and wickedly at that. Still, I clenched my eyelids and obliged, stupidly perhaps, but happily.
He was all I had ever wanted...
Positioning himself between my spread legs, he ran his fingernails down my chest softly for a few seconds and then bent back down to kiss the pink trails he left. My skin was dry and sickly, undernourished probably, but he still lapped at it like it was the most delicious dish he'd ever tasted. This image, of a beautiful man drawing his lips throughout my whole body, highly contrasted with the one I had of myself. In my head it seemed utopic that he'd even want to come near me, and here, in reality, his body hovered over mine; his strong hands squeezed the tender flesh of my thighs, which looked very much like the headless stems of mushrooms - pale and damp. Our lower bodies rubbed together as we panted and moaned in unison. Yes... I didn't care about the human world anymore, for this was Heaven.
Soon enough, the foreplay bored him and he pressed our arousals together more intensely, clearly stating what he wanted. He didn't wait for a reply that I obviously wouldn't give him -too busy I was writhing and breathing sharply underneath him-, and with a softer smile this time, he put two of his slender fingers to my lips, pinching them slightly.
'Suck', he commanded gently. 'And make sure you coat them well...' A wider smile. 'I wouldn't want to hurt you.'
Right. Like that was ever true, after all. Though, I was so stupid that if he'd told me that right after he was done raping me Santa would come down the chimney with a barrow of candy just for me, I would have believed it too.
I was always like that with him.
I experienced pain like never before, and some sort of sick pleasure, a masochistic kind of joy that suppressed the turmoil in my head for the moment. While I was being torn inside I still moaned aloud and moved and scraped his skin; I even came all over myself when the amount of sensation (both suffering and bliss) was just too much to take.
He followed moments later, a deep growl reverberating in his throat. Maybe his ecstasy was a consequence of my ache, or just the aftermath. Nevertheless, deep inside, I knew for sure how he rejoiced in my tortured state of mind. He was like that...
After he fell asleep I walked into the bathroom to wipe the fluids and the blood and try to soothe myself with warm water. It would kill me in the morning but at the moment my mind was blank. I looked into the mirror to find an unfamiliar, ghostly being staring back at me with empty eyes. The hurt, the mysery in those eyes was horrifying even my own self...
But meanwhile, my heart clenched with happiness within my chest.
You were the death of me, Gerard...
Pairing: Frerard
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ruby Soho
It was suffocating. Everything he was doing to me was as pleasant as it was painful and for moments I just had to pull away and draw a sharp breath to make sure I survived. He didn't seem to mind though, for when our lips parted he would find another piece of skin to suckle on instantly, none too gently.
I gasped when he pushed me onto the supper-table and drew my legs over his own shoulders, nipping at the sensitive skin of the inside of my thighs, not minding the thin cuts and scabbed scars. He kissed, licked, bit and sucked on every one of them and with each caress I felt my chest grow warmer.
Frankie, you're beautiful...
I had thought he'd find me gruesome and disgusting when he saw my abused body but instead he almost ravished it, entranced. Was this some sort of fetish of his? Maybe he was into bloodplay? I couldn't care less. The friction between his skin and my wounds was overwhelming and it was driving me insane with painful pleasure.
He lifted his face so his feral, lust-filled gaze met mine, and smirked in a fashion that I couldn't find either sensual nor appealing. It was a menacing sort of expression, it reminded me of a predator that's cornered its prey and is about to tear it to pieces mercilessly.
And maybe I was his prey.
In my ingenuous, oblivious mind I simply ignored it. I forced myself to believe he actually desired more from me than just the sex we were about to have, that I meant a thing for him - even though I knew it before it started: he was just going to have his way with me, and wickedly at that. Still, I clenched my eyelids and obliged, stupidly perhaps, but happily.
He was all I had ever wanted...
Positioning himself between my spread legs, he ran his fingernails down my chest softly for a few seconds and then bent back down to kiss the pink trails he left. My skin was dry and sickly, undernourished probably, but he still lapped at it like it was the most delicious dish he'd ever tasted. This image, of a beautiful man drawing his lips throughout my whole body, highly contrasted with the one I had of myself. In my head it seemed utopic that he'd even want to come near me, and here, in reality, his body hovered over mine; his strong hands squeezed the tender flesh of my thighs, which looked very much like the headless stems of mushrooms - pale and damp. Our lower bodies rubbed together as we panted and moaned in unison. Yes... I didn't care about the human world anymore, for this was Heaven.
Soon enough, the foreplay bored him and he pressed our arousals together more intensely, clearly stating what he wanted. He didn't wait for a reply that I obviously wouldn't give him -too busy I was writhing and breathing sharply underneath him-, and with a softer smile this time, he put two of his slender fingers to my lips, pinching them slightly.
'Suck', he commanded gently. 'And make sure you coat them well...' A wider smile. 'I wouldn't want to hurt you.'
Right. Like that was ever true, after all. Though, I was so stupid that if he'd told me that right after he was done raping me Santa would come down the chimney with a barrow of candy just for me, I would have believed it too.
I was always like that with him.
I experienced pain like never before, and some sort of sick pleasure, a masochistic kind of joy that suppressed the turmoil in my head for the moment. While I was being torn inside I still moaned aloud and moved and scraped his skin; I even came all over myself when the amount of sensation (both suffering and bliss) was just too much to take.
He followed moments later, a deep growl reverberating in his throat. Maybe his ecstasy was a consequence of my ache, or just the aftermath. Nevertheless, deep inside, I knew for sure how he rejoiced in my tortured state of mind. He was like that...
After he fell asleep I walked into the bathroom to wipe the fluids and the blood and try to soothe myself with warm water. It would kill me in the morning but at the moment my mind was blank. I looked into the mirror to find an unfamiliar, ghostly being staring back at me with empty eyes. The hurt, the mysery in those eyes was horrifying even my own self...
But meanwhile, my heart clenched with happiness within my chest.
You were the death of me, Gerard...