My Thoughts Perverse
Title: My Thoughts Perverse
Pairing: One-sided Peter/Edmund
Rating: R
Warnings: Rape. Incest.
Summary: You must wonder why I look at you that way.
PETER'S POINT OF VIEW
It scares you, I'm sure of that.
And I know you must ask yourself a million times a day; Why does he look at me that way?
I could tell you, but there would be no fun in that.
Its the mystery that makes all of this exciting. My lingering stares and predatory gaze sends chills down your spine. Sometimes, I can even see you shiver.
One day you will crumble under the pressure of my eyes. You'll turn and scream and ask me why I stare. And I will laugh, and I won't give you an answer.
Our sisters can sense it, when we're all alone in one room. They can feel the wicked, the poison of my lust. The only one who doesn't notice is you.
But then, why should you notice? You're still so innocent, after all.
I think sometimes you know something's wrong. You understand it's not normal, the way I watch you undress. The way I touch your face and kiss your lips before I say goodnight. You think it might be wrong, but you're not quite sure.
I love the way I make your muscles tense when my breath caresses your neck. You're scared to move, because I'm standing so close, but you want to get away. Its awfuly cute, little moments like these, when I can see you struggle. If I concentrated hard enough, I could probably hear you thinking.
I pull you close, just for a hug, and feel your breathing hitch. And I let my hands wander lower than they should, digging my fingers into the small of your back.
Its a game for me, and I know I'm sadistic. But I'm not bothered as I should be. I like it this way, a little too much. Its the game that gets me off.
Do I make you feel dirty? I think I do. I can almost see your skin crawl.
On a bad day, it really gets to you - the way I stare for so long.
I know you want to say something, can see it in your eyes. But you won't. No, you won't say a single thing.
You probably should have screamed, when I locked the door behind me. I think you thought about it, but the sound got lost on the way out. Like in a nightmare, when the ghost reaches out toward you, and you want to scream for your mum and dad, but can't make any noise. Its like that, isn't it? You just can't make a sound.
There's terror in your eyes, the truest I've ever seen. But it doesn't turn me off.
I feel a thrill, bizarre and wonderful, pulsing beneath my skin. Its need, and want, and lust and more. Its everything I should ignore.
But I won't resist, of course I won't. My body wouldn't allow it. I'm entirely consumed by you, and I want myself to drown in you.
You don't even fight back, when I push you down, face against the bed. And you don't fight when I take off your pants, or when I take off mine. You don't fight when I kiss your neck, or when I bite.
And honestly, I thought you would, but you don't fight when I push myself inside.
I know it hurts, at least I hope it does, when I fuck you for the first time. Rape, they call it, because you don't want it. Incest, because you're my brother.
But I'm not phased.
I wouldn't have this any other way. I wouldn't have you any other way. Silent and face down on the bed, cheeks wet and salty and your hair all a mess.
My breathing gets heavier as I pull out and push in, not too fast and not too slow, just the right pace to make it last. You're so tight and warm and exactly what I imagined.
My lips touch your ear as I moan, a soft, husky sound. I come inside your body, and you tremble and whine.
Its over, you know. Or at least for now.
Pairing: One-sided Peter/Edmund
Rating: R
Warnings: Rape. Incest.
Summary: You must wonder why I look at you that way.
PETER'S POINT OF VIEW
It scares you, I'm sure of that.
And I know you must ask yourself a million times a day; Why does he look at me that way?
I could tell you, but there would be no fun in that.
Its the mystery that makes all of this exciting. My lingering stares and predatory gaze sends chills down your spine. Sometimes, I can even see you shiver.
One day you will crumble under the pressure of my eyes. You'll turn and scream and ask me why I stare. And I will laugh, and I won't give you an answer.
Our sisters can sense it, when we're all alone in one room. They can feel the wicked, the poison of my lust. The only one who doesn't notice is you.
But then, why should you notice? You're still so innocent, after all.
I think sometimes you know something's wrong. You understand it's not normal, the way I watch you undress. The way I touch your face and kiss your lips before I say goodnight. You think it might be wrong, but you're not quite sure.
I love the way I make your muscles tense when my breath caresses your neck. You're scared to move, because I'm standing so close, but you want to get away. Its awfuly cute, little moments like these, when I can see you struggle. If I concentrated hard enough, I could probably hear you thinking.
I pull you close, just for a hug, and feel your breathing hitch. And I let my hands wander lower than they should, digging my fingers into the small of your back.
Its a game for me, and I know I'm sadistic. But I'm not bothered as I should be. I like it this way, a little too much. Its the game that gets me off.
Do I make you feel dirty? I think I do. I can almost see your skin crawl.
On a bad day, it really gets to you - the way I stare for so long.
I know you want to say something, can see it in your eyes. But you won't. No, you won't say a single thing.
You probably should have screamed, when I locked the door behind me. I think you thought about it, but the sound got lost on the way out. Like in a nightmare, when the ghost reaches out toward you, and you want to scream for your mum and dad, but can't make any noise. Its like that, isn't it? You just can't make a sound.
There's terror in your eyes, the truest I've ever seen. But it doesn't turn me off.
I feel a thrill, bizarre and wonderful, pulsing beneath my skin. Its need, and want, and lust and more. Its everything I should ignore.
But I won't resist, of course I won't. My body wouldn't allow it. I'm entirely consumed by you, and I want myself to drown in you.
You don't even fight back, when I push you down, face against the bed. And you don't fight when I take off your pants, or when I take off mine. You don't fight when I kiss your neck, or when I bite.
And honestly, I thought you would, but you don't fight when I push myself inside.
I know it hurts, at least I hope it does, when I fuck you for the first time. Rape, they call it, because you don't want it. Incest, because you're my brother.
But I'm not phased.
I wouldn't have this any other way. I wouldn't have you any other way. Silent and face down on the bed, cheeks wet and salty and your hair all a mess.
My breathing gets heavier as I pull out and push in, not too fast and not too slow, just the right pace to make it last. You're so tight and warm and exactly what I imagined.
My lips touch your ear as I moan, a soft, husky sound. I come inside your body, and you tremble and whine.
Its over, you know. Or at least for now.