Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Wastes ❯ Chapter Forty Six ( Chapter 46 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.12.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 139 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.12.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 139 | Status: Completed
Sven knocked on Xavier's door. "Yo! Can we talk?"
Xavier slid over on his chair and opened up the door before sliding back to his computer. "What can I help you with?"
"I want to know if there's any way that you can see if...see if Serena survived the fire."
Xavier's fingers hesitated on the keys. "Even after all that you want to know that she's okay."
"She and I have a...complicated relationship."
"You mean your son."
A gun clicked against his head. "Who the fuck told you about that?"
Xavier just smiled. "Information is my life."
Evana laughed and passed Maverick the bourbon. "And the time you mistook the rubbing alcohol for the real deal!"
Maverick was laughing so hard, tears were coming out of his eyes. He took a large gulp of the bourbon. "You poured it in my glass! I thought you were trying to kill me after that!"
"I was!" They bother busted into louder laughs.
Xavier's fingers were a blur on the keyboard. "I have a lock on the video of the explosion. Scanning thermal.... It's hard to determine whether or not anyone could survive that blast. Even Maverick barely made it out of there."
Sven sighed. "Damn it
"I can't drink anymore," Maverick smiled as he pushed the bottle to Evana.
"Oh come on! Like old time!"
"I have a family. No more old time," he said.
She nodded and smiled though the excitement was leaving. "We had some good times. You were always my biggest mistake. I should have never left."
"Nah. You and I always fault. And we never could agree on things with the house. Besides, you needed to go. We weren't in love."
"We could have though."
"Yeah....we could have."
Sven started down toward the cellar to grab some liquor. Once he had a few bottles, he started back toward his room. He heard the giggling and laughing from an empty room, instantly noticing the voices as Maverick's and Evana's. He smirked and rolled his eyes. "I guess she skipped over Xavier and went straight for him."
Maverick stood and Evana followed but fell back down. He helped her to her feet while he laughed. "Need help to your room?"
"Psh! I got this!" she said and pushed him out the door. "Go fuck that pretty girl with the big breasts."
"Lana."
"That's her name! Man...why didn't I remember that?" Maverick laughed and turned her body to the right direction of her room then went to his room. Evana hugged the walls with her bourbon in one hand.
Sven winced as he heard someone stumbling around in the halls. He sighed as he opened up his door just in time to see Evana stumble past him. "Some people just can't hold their liquor," he sighed.
"You! With your...big penis and pretty mouth...shut up!" she giggled.
Sven was taken back. Did she just giggle? "Uh...no," he smirked. "Why don't you come make me?"
"If I did that...you wouldn't have any teeth...little man," she giggled. Falling to the ground she hugged the small drops that were left in the bottle. "No body move! I lost the bourbon!"
He rolled his eyes and held up his bottle. "It's right here, but you're going to have to work for it."
She grabbed his ankle and pulled hard. He came crashing to the floor and she took the bottle. "My way or no way!" she said flashing a smile before opening the bottle and letting the liquid slide down her throat.
He groaned and held the back of his head. "My God...you're a bitch," he growled. "I love it."
She looked over at him with a flushed face from the bourbon. Licking her lips, she offered him a smile. "Have we met? Maybe fucked? You're pretty cute."
"Cute? My dear, I'm fucking amazing."
"I'm not your dear and you are very cocky." She smirked. "I like that." She started downing more of the bourbon.
He laid his head on his hands and stared up at her. "You know what I like? From this angle I can almost see up your dress."
She moved her legs apart. "I'm sure you can."
He smirked as he saw that she wasn't wearing underwear. "You've shaved since last time. Very nice."
"Ah! So we have fucked!" She closed her legs. "Must have not been that great. They always say if you can't remember them, they weren't worth remembering." She laughed and started drinking again. "Where the hell is the bartender?"
He reached out and pulled another bottle out. "Right here, and you do remember. You loved my large throbbing cock.
"Hmm...not likely. Isn't Paul around here or Jack...whatever the fuck his name was?" She took the new bottle.
"Uh...no." He smirked as she leaned forward to grab it. He took hold of her hand, and pulled her down on top of him, kicking his door shut in the process.
She looked at the room then smirked at him. "Rape?"
"Please. You can't rape the willing."
"But it's so much fun to try," she said as she sat up and opened the new bottle. "To Maverick! The only man I ever trusted! Where the fuck is he!?"
"Screwing a girl with big breasts."
"Of course. He gets all the good bitches. Never shares either. Has his rules."
Sven ran his hands up her legs. "Rules suck."
"You going to keep rubbing me or fuck me?"
"That depends on how fast you can get my clothes off."
"Yeah, I don't need your clothes off," she said and pulled at the front of his jeans. The fabric tore and left a large hole. She did the same thing with his boxers and soon his cock was out.
"Fuck....I only have two pairs of pants and the other has bullet holes in the crotch." She laughed. He just groaned, his hands sliding up to her dress, ripping the seams until it fell off. "Fair is fair." She shrugged it off and downed some more bourbon before throwing the bottle across the room and moved over his hips. "If you want this cock to fill you, you better get it hard," he smirked. Not having feeling was a bitch, but getting to watch her play with him was certainly a bonus.
"I don't do that shit," she said and stood on wobbly legs. "I need to find Paul or what's his face," she added and opened the door.
Sven rolled his eyes and shook a bottle. "It's the last one in the house," he said. She turned. Licking her lips, she moved back to him. He popped open the top, pushing a pill into it which quickly dissolved. "You want it? Let's fuck."
"Get hard. I'll wait."
"I can always finish this bottle off myself, or you could get me hard and we can share."
"I don't share and I don't get men hard. They get hard for me. Keep your bottle."
"Fuck you," he sighed, his hand going down to his cock and started rubbing it to get it hard. She smirked as she sat down, waiting patiently while she swayed. Finally his cock was standing fully erect for her. "Get on."
She moved over his hips again, sliding his cock into her dripping pussy. With a moan, she moved her hands to his chest and started a hard, hungry pace. Sven just watched her face, smirking at the pain and pleasure which stretched across it as his cock ripped through her. She moved her hands to her breasts, teasing and pinching them as she started going faster.
"You're such a dirty little slut," he growled. In her drunken state he figured that he'd take charge. Rolling over, he pinned her hands down as he started his own pace, ramming his cock into her roughly.
Evana's back arched and her head tossed back. "Fuck yes," she moaned.
"Fuck it. What's my name, bitch?" He growled his cock throbbing as he pushed her legs up to go deeper.
"Like I...care...." she panted.
"You better care." He stopped moving completely.
Her eyes narrowed. "Get to fucking or there will be broken limbs."
"Then what's my name?"
"I don't know, you bastard!"
"It's Sven. Now say it."
"Sven. Happy?"
"I'm not fucking you, so obviously not."
Growling, she pushed him on his back harshly then got on top of him. Again, she started riding him.
He winced as he slammed onto the ground. "Bitch," he hissed. His eyes narrowed, his hands grabbing her hips as he rolled over and forced her back down while pushing into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her hands in the floor. "Such a fucking bitch," he smirked. "I'm going to make certain you can't walk for a week."
"I'm...ok...with that..." she panted.
It was nearly an hour later when they'd both had their fill. His floor had claw marks on it and his bed had broken boards. Claw marks lined his body and even though he couldn't feel his cock,his hips were sore. "Fuck....that wasn't half bad."
Evana laid back on the bed. She reached over and grabbed the bottle as she sat up.
Sven just closed his eyes and smiled. "You sober yet?"
She dropped the bottle and slumped over him, passing out.
Sven sighed. "I wouldn't have figured you to be such a light weight," he smirked. Stroking her back, he pulled her up on his chest so that she could get comfortable.
Evana woke with the sun on her face. "Turn off the fucking lights," she groaned in a whisper.
"That would be the sun," Sven said from beneath her.
She looked down at him, her head pounding hard. "You? Why are you there? And me here?"
"You got drunk and we had sex."
"Sounds like my normal kind of night," she yawned and rolled off him.
"Yeah. You also owe me a new pair of pants." He yawned and sat up.
She rolled on her side getting comfy. "Put it on my tab."
He smirked and ran his hand over her side. "Will do."
Slowly she turned to him and pulled the covers over her. "I have a good time?"
"Numerous good times," he promised.
She nodded.
"You remember anything from last night?"
"Bits and pieces."
He nodded, slowly laying back down beside her. "Well that's better than nothing."
"And you care why?"
"Just curious is all."
"Because..."
"Because you said some interesting things last night."
"Such as?"
He shrugged. "Nothing that I'd hold against you. You were drunk so it doesn't count."
"Come on. Tell me. I need a good laugh."
"Well let's see. There was one part where you said you'd kill any girl I sleep with beside you. There was another time you said that you wanted to be with me than more than fuck buddies. Something about love. After that everything just got fuzzy and slurred."
She smirked. "Funny."
"Yep. I thought it was pretty hilarious. Especially around the part where you said you wanted my babies."
She shrugged. Turning back on her side, she closed her eyes. He figured that meant their conversation was over. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, a hand slipping around her waist as he tried to fall asleep once more.
"Why is your hand around me?" she asked though she didn't move or open her eyes.
"Because I want it to be."
She grabbed it and moved it off her. "I don't."
"Why? I was comfortable."
"Sticking to my rules, as you say. Not getting attached."
"I'm not getting attached. I was getting comfortable."
"Get comfortable with your wife."
"The one that's dead? Yeah. I don't get too close to corpses."
"Maybe you should. Give me some peace."
"Nah. I rather enjoy this."
"Enjoy what?”
"Being close to you."
She rolled to look at him. Her eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
"To put my arm around you so I can get comfortable and sleep."
"Try again."
"That's the truth."
"Why are you doing this? For kicks or just to see if I'll take the bait on the rusted hook?"
"You don't ever let yourself get close enough to anyone to take the bait. You always leave before you grow attached. So why would I try that if I knew I was going to lose? We both know how much I hate losing."
She turned her back to him. "Don't act like you would try. It's rather annoying."
When she turned her back to him, he wrapped his arm around her and got comfortable once more. Eventually she'd either get pissed and break his arm or get to the point where she didn't care. Either worked for him. Evana stiffened. Why was he doing this? Why was he so bent on getting close only to pull away? It was annoying. He was annoying. She swore she hated him. Yet...she didn't bother to move his arms this time. He smiled as he nuzzled into her hair. This was nice. Much nicer than he would have thought.
A soft knock on the door stirred him from his comfortable position. "Oh Sven! I found that information you were looking for."
Maverick walked up behind Xavier. He didn't knock like Xavier. He opened the door. "We are leaving in five minutes. Move it, Evana."
"Hangover. Go to hell."
"Get up or I'm getting ice."
"Fine," she snapped and sat up. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she glared at him as she walked out and to her room to change and get her bag in the car.
Sven groaned. "I was so comfy!" He got up, and started picking up his shredded clothes. "Maverick. Can I borrow some jeans? She destroyed mines."
"Sure. I'll go get you some," he smirked. Leaving for a second, he came back and threw some jeans at him.
Skyla sluggishly leaned against Maven as they walked to the car. Kota was right on her heels. She was still tired. After spending most of the night creating a block on sleeping Maven's mind, she felt like she had run a marathon.
Hailey pouted at the door as she watched everyone load the time. "Please, please, please, Ms. Skyla! I'll take good care of him!"
Skyla turned to her. "I'm sorry. He wants to come with me. We will be back before you know it and he will be you little buddy again."
Hailey frowned and stuck out her bottom lip. "Bye, Kota..." she pouted.
Xavier patted her head while handing Sven a paper. "That's all you need to know," he whispered.Sven nodded. "Thanks.... I think."He plopped down by Boris in the back of the car. He looked over the papers and sighed. "So not good. Knife boy, can we talk?" He slid back out of the car so they could talk without the others listening.
Xavier slid over on his chair and opened up the door before sliding back to his computer. "What can I help you with?"
"I want to know if there's any way that you can see if...see if Serena survived the fire."
Xavier's fingers hesitated on the keys. "Even after all that you want to know that she's okay."
"She and I have a...complicated relationship."
"You mean your son."
A gun clicked against his head. "Who the fuck told you about that?"
Xavier just smiled. "Information is my life."
Evana laughed and passed Maverick the bourbon. "And the time you mistook the rubbing alcohol for the real deal!"
Maverick was laughing so hard, tears were coming out of his eyes. He took a large gulp of the bourbon. "You poured it in my glass! I thought you were trying to kill me after that!"
"I was!" They bother busted into louder laughs.
Xavier's fingers were a blur on the keyboard. "I have a lock on the video of the explosion. Scanning thermal.... It's hard to determine whether or not anyone could survive that blast. Even Maverick barely made it out of there."
Sven sighed. "Damn it
"I can't drink anymore," Maverick smiled as he pushed the bottle to Evana.
"Oh come on! Like old time!"
"I have a family. No more old time," he said.
She nodded and smiled though the excitement was leaving. "We had some good times. You were always my biggest mistake. I should have never left."
"Nah. You and I always fault. And we never could agree on things with the house. Besides, you needed to go. We weren't in love."
"We could have though."
"Yeah....we could have."
Sven started down toward the cellar to grab some liquor. Once he had a few bottles, he started back toward his room. He heard the giggling and laughing from an empty room, instantly noticing the voices as Maverick's and Evana's. He smirked and rolled his eyes. "I guess she skipped over Xavier and went straight for him."
Maverick stood and Evana followed but fell back down. He helped her to her feet while he laughed. "Need help to your room?"
"Psh! I got this!" she said and pushed him out the door. "Go fuck that pretty girl with the big breasts."
"Lana."
"That's her name! Man...why didn't I remember that?" Maverick laughed and turned her body to the right direction of her room then went to his room. Evana hugged the walls with her bourbon in one hand.
Sven winced as he heard someone stumbling around in the halls. He sighed as he opened up his door just in time to see Evana stumble past him. "Some people just can't hold their liquor," he sighed.
"You! With your...big penis and pretty mouth...shut up!" she giggled.
Sven was taken back. Did she just giggle? "Uh...no," he smirked. "Why don't you come make me?"
"If I did that...you wouldn't have any teeth...little man," she giggled. Falling to the ground she hugged the small drops that were left in the bottle. "No body move! I lost the bourbon!"
He rolled his eyes and held up his bottle. "It's right here, but you're going to have to work for it."
She grabbed his ankle and pulled hard. He came crashing to the floor and she took the bottle. "My way or no way!" she said flashing a smile before opening the bottle and letting the liquid slide down her throat.
He groaned and held the back of his head. "My God...you're a bitch," he growled. "I love it."
She looked over at him with a flushed face from the bourbon. Licking her lips, she offered him a smile. "Have we met? Maybe fucked? You're pretty cute."
"Cute? My dear, I'm fucking amazing."
"I'm not your dear and you are very cocky." She smirked. "I like that." She started downing more of the bourbon.
He laid his head on his hands and stared up at her. "You know what I like? From this angle I can almost see up your dress."
She moved her legs apart. "I'm sure you can."
He smirked as he saw that she wasn't wearing underwear. "You've shaved since last time. Very nice."
"Ah! So we have fucked!" She closed her legs. "Must have not been that great. They always say if you can't remember them, they weren't worth remembering." She laughed and started drinking again. "Where the hell is the bartender?"
He reached out and pulled another bottle out. "Right here, and you do remember. You loved my large throbbing cock.
"Hmm...not likely. Isn't Paul around here or Jack...whatever the fuck his name was?" She took the new bottle.
"Uh...no." He smirked as she leaned forward to grab it. He took hold of her hand, and pulled her down on top of him, kicking his door shut in the process.
She looked at the room then smirked at him. "Rape?"
"Please. You can't rape the willing."
"But it's so much fun to try," she said as she sat up and opened the new bottle. "To Maverick! The only man I ever trusted! Where the fuck is he!?"
"Screwing a girl with big breasts."
"Of course. He gets all the good bitches. Never shares either. Has his rules."
Sven ran his hands up her legs. "Rules suck."
"You going to keep rubbing me or fuck me?"
"That depends on how fast you can get my clothes off."
"Yeah, I don't need your clothes off," she said and pulled at the front of his jeans. The fabric tore and left a large hole. She did the same thing with his boxers and soon his cock was out.
"Fuck....I only have two pairs of pants and the other has bullet holes in the crotch." She laughed. He just groaned, his hands sliding up to her dress, ripping the seams until it fell off. "Fair is fair." She shrugged it off and downed some more bourbon before throwing the bottle across the room and moved over his hips. "If you want this cock to fill you, you better get it hard," he smirked. Not having feeling was a bitch, but getting to watch her play with him was certainly a bonus.
"I don't do that shit," she said and stood on wobbly legs. "I need to find Paul or what's his face," she added and opened the door.
Sven rolled his eyes and shook a bottle. "It's the last one in the house," he said. She turned. Licking her lips, she moved back to him. He popped open the top, pushing a pill into it which quickly dissolved. "You want it? Let's fuck."
"Get hard. I'll wait."
"I can always finish this bottle off myself, or you could get me hard and we can share."
"I don't share and I don't get men hard. They get hard for me. Keep your bottle."
"Fuck you," he sighed, his hand going down to his cock and started rubbing it to get it hard. She smirked as she sat down, waiting patiently while she swayed. Finally his cock was standing fully erect for her. "Get on."
She moved over his hips again, sliding his cock into her dripping pussy. With a moan, she moved her hands to his chest and started a hard, hungry pace. Sven just watched her face, smirking at the pain and pleasure which stretched across it as his cock ripped through her. She moved her hands to her breasts, teasing and pinching them as she started going faster.
"You're such a dirty little slut," he growled. In her drunken state he figured that he'd take charge. Rolling over, he pinned her hands down as he started his own pace, ramming his cock into her roughly.
Evana's back arched and her head tossed back. "Fuck yes," she moaned.
"Fuck it. What's my name, bitch?" He growled his cock throbbing as he pushed her legs up to go deeper.
"Like I...care...." she panted.
"You better care." He stopped moving completely.
Her eyes narrowed. "Get to fucking or there will be broken limbs."
"Then what's my name?"
"I don't know, you bastard!"
"It's Sven. Now say it."
"Sven. Happy?"
"I'm not fucking you, so obviously not."
Growling, she pushed him on his back harshly then got on top of him. Again, she started riding him.
He winced as he slammed onto the ground. "Bitch," he hissed. His eyes narrowed, his hands grabbing her hips as he rolled over and forced her back down while pushing into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her hands in the floor. "Such a fucking bitch," he smirked. "I'm going to make certain you can't walk for a week."
"I'm...ok...with that..." she panted.
It was nearly an hour later when they'd both had their fill. His floor had claw marks on it and his bed had broken boards. Claw marks lined his body and even though he couldn't feel his cock,his hips were sore. "Fuck....that wasn't half bad."
Evana laid back on the bed. She reached over and grabbed the bottle as she sat up.
Sven just closed his eyes and smiled. "You sober yet?"
She dropped the bottle and slumped over him, passing out.
Sven sighed. "I wouldn't have figured you to be such a light weight," he smirked. Stroking her back, he pulled her up on his chest so that she could get comfortable.
Evana woke with the sun on her face. "Turn off the fucking lights," she groaned in a whisper.
"That would be the sun," Sven said from beneath her.
She looked down at him, her head pounding hard. "You? Why are you there? And me here?"
"You got drunk and we had sex."
"Sounds like my normal kind of night," she yawned and rolled off him.
"Yeah. You also owe me a new pair of pants." He yawned and sat up.
She rolled on her side getting comfy. "Put it on my tab."
He smirked and ran his hand over her side. "Will do."
Slowly she turned to him and pulled the covers over her. "I have a good time?"
"Numerous good times," he promised.
She nodded.
"You remember anything from last night?"
"Bits and pieces."
He nodded, slowly laying back down beside her. "Well that's better than nothing."
"And you care why?"
"Just curious is all."
"Because..."
"Because you said some interesting things last night."
"Such as?"
He shrugged. "Nothing that I'd hold against you. You were drunk so it doesn't count."
"Come on. Tell me. I need a good laugh."
"Well let's see. There was one part where you said you'd kill any girl I sleep with beside you. There was another time you said that you wanted to be with me than more than fuck buddies. Something about love. After that everything just got fuzzy and slurred."
She smirked. "Funny."
"Yep. I thought it was pretty hilarious. Especially around the part where you said you wanted my babies."
She shrugged. Turning back on her side, she closed her eyes. He figured that meant their conversation was over. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, a hand slipping around her waist as he tried to fall asleep once more.
"Why is your hand around me?" she asked though she didn't move or open her eyes.
"Because I want it to be."
She grabbed it and moved it off her. "I don't."
"Why? I was comfortable."
"Sticking to my rules, as you say. Not getting attached."
"I'm not getting attached. I was getting comfortable."
"Get comfortable with your wife."
"The one that's dead? Yeah. I don't get too close to corpses."
"Maybe you should. Give me some peace."
"Nah. I rather enjoy this."
"Enjoy what?”
"Being close to you."
She rolled to look at him. Her eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
"To put my arm around you so I can get comfortable and sleep."
"Try again."
"That's the truth."
"Why are you doing this? For kicks or just to see if I'll take the bait on the rusted hook?"
"You don't ever let yourself get close enough to anyone to take the bait. You always leave before you grow attached. So why would I try that if I knew I was going to lose? We both know how much I hate losing."
She turned her back to him. "Don't act like you would try. It's rather annoying."
When she turned her back to him, he wrapped his arm around her and got comfortable once more. Eventually she'd either get pissed and break his arm or get to the point where she didn't care. Either worked for him. Evana stiffened. Why was he doing this? Why was he so bent on getting close only to pull away? It was annoying. He was annoying. She swore she hated him. Yet...she didn't bother to move his arms this time. He smiled as he nuzzled into her hair. This was nice. Much nicer than he would have thought.
A soft knock on the door stirred him from his comfortable position. "Oh Sven! I found that information you were looking for."
Maverick walked up behind Xavier. He didn't knock like Xavier. He opened the door. "We are leaving in five minutes. Move it, Evana."
"Hangover. Go to hell."
"Get up or I'm getting ice."
"Fine," she snapped and sat up. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she glared at him as she walked out and to her room to change and get her bag in the car.
Sven groaned. "I was so comfy!" He got up, and started picking up his shredded clothes. "Maverick. Can I borrow some jeans? She destroyed mines."
"Sure. I'll go get you some," he smirked. Leaving for a second, he came back and threw some jeans at him.
Skyla sluggishly leaned against Maven as they walked to the car. Kota was right on her heels. She was still tired. After spending most of the night creating a block on sleeping Maven's mind, she felt like she had run a marathon.
Hailey pouted at the door as she watched everyone load the time. "Please, please, please, Ms. Skyla! I'll take good care of him!"
Skyla turned to her. "I'm sorry. He wants to come with me. We will be back before you know it and he will be you little buddy again."
Hailey frowned and stuck out her bottom lip. "Bye, Kota..." she pouted.
Xavier patted her head while handing Sven a paper. "That's all you need to know," he whispered.Sven nodded. "Thanks.... I think."He plopped down by Boris in the back of the car. He looked over the papers and sighed. "So not good. Knife boy, can we talk?" He slid back out of the car so they could talk without the others listening.