Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yume Oboro ❯ Chapter 6
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Celestial Reign 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 171 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 171 | Status: Completed
Chapter Six
Things happened in a snap, it was almost a blur. I was walking down the hall as usual, getting ready to open those double doors, my mind flitting through all that had happened that day. School was always boring, but sometimes I liked it. I didn't necessarily like being tested and having to read something I was forced to, but there were those rare moments when learning something new just got me excited. I was even smiling to my own surprise. I didn't smile. I never had a reason to really, but the thought of going home to Isis and Alice made me so happy, I felt like I could fly. Alice...God, did I even need to mention her? She was perfect. Beautiful. And I loved her, I loved her so much, I wish I could go to wherever she was and hold onto her, bask in her beautiful presence. She was always, always there whenever I got home. It made me wonder if she was just as lonely as I.
My hands pushed onto the double doors and then my shirt was yanked from behind, choking me while I was pulled and slammed into a nearby wall. I jerked my head up in the direction of my assaulters and glared at the two taller and more muscular boys who stood above me, cracking their knuckles and sneering down at me. "Where ya goin', beautiful?" The grease on his face practically let out a squished noise as he smiled and I felt sick upon looking at it.
The other one let out a wheezy laugh and snatched up my collar, almost pulling me off the floor. "Yeah, you are a girl, aren't you?" Those beady and horrible eyes of his trailed down my body and I felt anger well up from the insults. Just because I hated fighting didn't mean I couldn't get angry. "Wow, I don't even see a bulge in your pants. You must be a girl!"
The other threw his head back and roared with laughter, making me flinch at how unnecessarily loud it was. "Maybe we should take his pants off, just to make sure."
"Oooh, good idea."
My heart beat in my ears and I scrambled as the one holding onto my collar reached down to unbutton my pants. Wh-what the hell? No, no, no, no, what are you doing?! "Stop it!" I pushed him away from me, but I may as well have been trying to knock down a wall. He didn't budge, only snickered at my weak attempts and unzipped my pants, the other coming over and holding my hands over my head as I thrashed.
This...it was all routine almost. I had grown used to it in a way, being picked on and bullied like this. It didn't matter anymore. What good would fighting back do? These people would always be there, they'd always be waiting for me around corners, they'd always catch me, hold me down, humiliate me, degrade me, so what was the point? Just what was it? I was so worthless. I couldn't fight them, I was too weak. God, I was so pathetic. I could do nothing as those boys laughed at me, as they held onto my hands to keep me at bay, not that it would matter. I could do nothing as they zipped my pants down, pulled my underwear after that, and tossed me to the ground, kicking, hitting, abusing me. The only thing I could do was curl into a ball, protect my head and stomach, and endure their frenzy. It was all routine. I'd be left alone in a little bit.
But, even after they left, even after the hitting and kicking stopped, their laughs died away and I was left alone in that hallway with my pants pulled down to my ankles, it...it hurt. I leaned up, bloodied and bruised, just like always, and pulled my underwear back up, then the pants, zipped, and buttoned them, and stayed down on the ground, bunching my aching knees up and sobbing into them. I just didn't understand people. I never did anything to them, so why? Just what was the point in it? I didn't know, I didn't know, and I don't want to know. They're crazy, all of them, they're all monsters, all ugly and horrible and...stronger. Physically stronger than me, able to overpower me, to make me cry like a child.
Because it hurt, it hurt, I hurt, all over. The pain was dull, throbbing, mimicking the ticking of a clock. Tick, tick, tick, throb, throb, throb. Repetitive and slow, painful and dull and evil. I hated it, I hated this, I hated them, I hated them so much, and I hated being so weak, being a fucking pussy. I wish I could be strong. I wish I could have strength, be able to stand up to them, break their arms, break their legs, bloody them up, and laugh while they lie below me, and I stand on top. I hate them, I hate them, I wish I could kill them.
Alice was there, she'd always been there. I went home, avoided Isis so she wouldn't question my bloodied face, and I talked to Alice. She was s-so kind to me, I felt like I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve her kind words, but God, did I love them. I cried as I sat there in front of the computer, my tears falling and plopping onto my hands, sticking, creating an uncomfortable and sticky feeling, but I didn't wipe them away. Alice created these tears, these tears of joy, and they feel from me, because I was just so happy to have her there to talk to her. I wasn't lonely anymore, I had her and she was all that I needed, so when I cried these tears of joy, the little droplets of water were her joy that she gave me, and the joy fell to my hands, covering them, making me so happy. Alice, Alice, I loved her, I loved her so much, she was always here, and I loved her.
I knew it then, as I sat there, crying about my problems, crying like a huge baby and whining to her about the bullies who'd beaten me up, that she was my personal angel sent from heaven. I loved her so much, what she told me, what she did, and I wanted her to be here forever with me, to stay like this. I'm so glad I went into that chatroom, I'm so happy I met Alice.
I wasn't alone anymore. I had a friend, someone to talk to, to look forward to being with when I came home. I wasn't alone.
***
Malik was so beautiful.
It was so strange how things in life ended up working out the way they did, whether for good or bad. But, this was good, so, so good, and I was so happy to have met him.
Kisara had gone out for the night, grumbling about us being out of groceries and I had grown bored, finally spiraling so deep into boredom that I sufficed with doing something random on the internet. I had never planned on going in that chatroom, thinking that was for teenagers and would most likely contain a bunch of obscenities and whatnot, but I am so glad I did, because that's where I first met Malik.
It was a spur of the moment thing, a last resort to cure boredom, and after feeling like I had seen enough of those stupid teenagers swear and talk down to people to make it seem like they were smarter and greater, my eyes fell onto one little name, the name of someone who had only spoken maybe once during the whole thing. Curious, I messaged him and was surprised to gain an honest response. He really was here just to talk about this anime, and since I knew a little bit about it, I just threw some thoughts out there, again surprised when he shared the same.
We talked for awhile and the conversation steered into so many different directions, it wasn't even funny. He was...he was very clean with his conversation and I knew he was a perfectionist the way he formatted his sentences correctly before sending a response. Not only that, but he was intelligent, more so than the other morons who were rambling away behind us and prattling on about some stupid stuff that involved swear words every few seconds.
This person was different, and I enjoyed talking to him. I wanted more of him, he intrigued me, so I asked for his email, hoping it wouldn't scare him off. A lump formed in my throat when he said that he wasn't ready to give that out yet, which I completely understood. He was wary of me, as should everyone be before going onto chatrooms, and by the way he spoke, I knew with everything in me that he was another teenager, so I had nothing to worry about. I just knew. I assured him I would be back on. I just wanted to talk to him more. He was interesting and when things interest you, you usually stick around for awhile.
I didn't tell Kisara why I was spending so much time at the computer. I really don't think she cared, but she would always be watching the news or something while I typed away to this person whom I knew nothing about. He was always so formal and polite, just from reading his words anyway, and it made me smile.
Our conversations began turning more personal, and I was finally able to talk him into giving me his email where could send whatever we wanted to each other. By that time, I had adopted the alias 'Alice'. Something told me to use a fake name, especially a female name. The way he spoke and talked of things, he...he probably would've been turned away had I told him I was a male, a much older male, no doubt. He'd told me his name, age, what he looked like, everything, and I lied to him, giving a false appearance for 'Alice'.
I just...I enjoyed talking to him so much, I didn't want him leaving if he got scared of me. I loved him...I loved him. Talking to him was a drug, I was addicted. I couldn't stop it no matter how much I tried. I had to talk to him every night, I HAD TO!
The way he described himself was very vague, but it sounded beautiful to me. From what he'd told me, he was a blonde, violet-eyed Egyptian, and I instantly felt a connection. I was Egyptian, too, so...so this was what life did sometimes, it led you down these wonderful and beautiful roads and made some things work out so well. I loved him the moment he told me that because...we were the same. We both had something we alone could claim was ours, our heritage, our situation, both of us being born into a foreign country with its alien ways. We were both blonde Egyptians, both with purple eyes. How in the world does something like that happen in real life? This...this was so surreal, it couldn't have been real life. Nobody, not one single person on the planet, has something like this happen to them...it's-it's just a dream.
Malik...Malik, Malik, Malik, beautiful Malik, my God, I love you, I love you so much, and I want to be with you, spend time with you, but...but...
I lied to you. You think I'm 'Alice' and I don't want you mad at me. God, I would die if you hated me. I love you too much, please don't be angry.
I have the perfect way, the perfect way for us to be together, so don't worry. I'll make it happen. You want to see me too, right? You told me you love me, and I love you, so we deserve to be together! I can make it happen, so don't give up on me, Malik. You'll love me, and I'll love you. You'll hate me at first, fight me, but you'll soon see that I only do what I do because I love you. I'm sorry, I hope you forgive me for lying, but...it was necessary.
I love you.
***
"I hate you."
Those were three little words I'd been dreading to hear. I...they weren't real, no, Malik had not really said those things...he loved me, he really did! "Malik, you don't mean that."
He was leaning against the bed frame, his head pressed into his knees, his arms looped around his legs and he squeezed them, his shoulders shaking a little when I touched him. I just wanted to comfort him, let him know I would never hurt him, but through all my touches, all my kind words of reassurance that he was safe, he was still scared, still frightened of me for what I did. Couldn't he see that I did that for his own good? He would've never accepted me had I come right out and said it. I knew he wouldn't, because I loved him. I sat beside him on the bed, stroking his soft arms, playing with his gorgeous white blonde hair that contrasted beautifully against his dark skin, but he wouldn't look at me, wouldn't give me acceptance by rising up and looking me in the eye. I didn't want him afraid, I wanted his love.
"Shut up. I said I hate you, and that means I hate you." Voice muffled since he was talking into his knees, he inched away from me while I petted him.
I sighed, leaning off the bed and crossing the room, looking back as I grabbed the door handle. "Malik, what can I do to make you more comfortable here? Is there something you want? Just tell me and I'll get it for you. You've barely eaten this whole week, so do you want some food? What about a bath? You haven't taken one since yesterday."
He refused to move from his spot on the bed and I grew the slightest bit annoyed at his despondency. Hissing that he hated me over and over could be tolerated to an extent, but being ignored angered me and I wouldn't be ignored by him. I loved him.
"Malik, come on. Why don't you come out with me and move around a little?" No answer. And I crossed the room, receiving a yelp from him when I snatched his arm up and forced him out of the bed. "Dammit, Malik, answer me when I ask you something!"
"No!" He was shouting, pulling against me while I gripped his arm. His resistance only made me grip him harder and his pained expression showed it wasn't in vain. "S-stop it, you freak! I don't want to go anywhere with you! Just let me go! Let me go home! I don't want to be here!"
"No!" I was shouting now, mad, annoyed, and I wanted to hit him. How...how dare he do this, how dare he say all this to me after everything he's told me before? Why the hell did this have to change things? He loved me when he thought I was 'Alice', so why couldn't he love me now? I was still the same person, I was still the same Alice who talked to him all those times, comforted him when he cried about the bullies beating him up. I didn't understand. He...he was a liar. He lied about everything and he was no different than anybody else. He saw me for what I was and turned me down, completely ignoring the fact that I was still the same person he'd been messaging online all this time.
No...n-no...I wouldn't take this...no...I wouldn't accept this. He would love me, I would make him love me because I loved him!
"Malik!" I tugged him forward with the one hand still gripping his arm and held his head with my opposite hand as we kissed. He screamed and pushed against me, yelled and cried into my mouth, but I held onto him. He would see, I would make him see! Those pretty little lavender eyes glared up at me in horror as I broke the bruised kiss, licking away a bit of spit that had trailed out and I sighed, calming from my earlier anger. "Malik, we need to talk." I moved us back to the bed and sat us down, Malik seemingly having calmed from his hysteria and he allowed me to manipulate him. He was still scared, I could see him shaking, and it broke my heart. I loved him so much, I didn't want him scared. I wanted to comfort him, hold him while he held me, and touched him while he touched me. I just...I wanted to love on him, kiss him, and never let him go. "Malik...I'm still the same person, I'm still the same Alice you knew."
His cheeks flushed with red and he looked away from me, brow furrowed.
I couldn't read his expression, but it looked somewhere between shame and guilt. I ignored it. They were negative emotions, and I didn't want anything negative. "Malik...you said you loved me, and I love you. I know you still love me because I'm still the same person. Malik, I am Alice, I've been all this time, I've been that person you talked to all those months ago. This doesn't have to change things. What can I do to make you love me?"
He didn't answer for awhile, but I waited this time. I wanted him to be honest with me, I wanted him to answer, so I waited for him until he was comfortable with talking. I held onto his hand the whole time, stroking it, petting it, weaving my own fingers in and out of his. His hand was unmoving. "Because you...you kidnapped me, Mariku. You took me away from my sister. You lied to me all this time, all that stuff you said to me, it was fake. You just...I'm so stupid." He was crying now, but I stayed silent, listening, entranced by those beautiful tears of his. They plopped down into his lap as he stared at the floor. His voice quaked as he spoke. "I-I was alone for so long, I got desperate and wanted to make friends online if I-I had to. I didn't..." Pausing, he wiped away at his face, sucking in breath in frustration when his voice continued to fail him. "I-I didn't mean for this to happen. God, I just didn't want to be alone. I didn't mean to meet you, I didn't want to meet you in p-person. I w-wanted things to stay the way they were." He was sobbing now, covering his face with his hands. I stroked his hair, those beautiful white blonde strands. "I hate it here. I don't want to be here. I want to go home. I'm scared, Mariku. I don't love you."
The last statement, out of everything he said, tore a hole right through me, as if I had been shot. Why then? Why tell me all those proclamations when you thought I was Alice, only to shoot me down when you finally meet the real me? Shit, I only did what I did because I loved you so much! I love you, Malik, I FUCKING LOVE YOU, SO WHY CAN'T YOU SEE IT?! Why do you have to reject me like this, tear me down, down far to the ground, why did you have to lie?! I was mad, I was mad, fuck, I wanted to punch him. Before I knew it, I was above him, holding down his wrists with both hands, and I straddled his waist, his body frozen as he stared up at me in horror. "You...you little shit...so, all that time, all those things you told me, you just lied?"
"M-Mariku, I--"
"SHUT UP!" My hand flew, and I smacked his cheek, a little red mark forming. He didn't move, he was stiff under me, frozen in terror. Good, he deserved to be scared. Leading me on like this, he deserved to be put through fear. "You told me you loved me, Malik, so why are you denying it now?!" I was in his face, our noses almost touching, and still he didn't move. one. inch. "I've loved you for so long and now you're just going to turn the other way, say you hate me, and think you can go about your life?" I was laughing now, hardly realizing it, and he stared shaking. "I don't fucking think so, Malik. I think you owe me a little for leading me on."
The tears were shining, and they soon fell. His lips were quivering, and he strained to talk. "M-M-Mariku, please, I just--"
Please, please, he was always begging, always pleading his way out of a situation when it didn't favor him. I silenced him, moving down to attack his lips and whatever he had to say was muffled when our lips touched. He pushed against me again, but I pushed back, overpowering him. He was completely helpless, so what did it matter if I just did this now? He couldn't do anything about it and I love him.
How could he do this to me? He betrayed me, but...maybe I was just pushing things. Maybe if he saw how much I loved him, maybe if I showed him just how much I really did love him, he'd love me back. Oh, I could fuck him all day long, go inside of him long and hard, but...that would only give him more of a reason to fear me. And as mad as I was at him, I didn't want him scared. I wanted his love.
I broke the kiss, leaning up to stroke the side of his face I'd slapped. He whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks, and God, he looked so perfect, so beautiful while he was terrified. "Malik...I love you. Please don't be afraid of me. I only did what I did, I only brought you here to show you just how much I love you. You'll love me back, I know you will, so I'll just show you how much you mean to me, how perfect you are, just how much I absolutely love you." I kissed him one more time, licking his lips, trailing my tongue up to lap those salty tears of his, and I set to work.
This...this would all surely show him how much I loved him. I wouldn't do this to anybody I didn't love, so this would show him, wouldn't it? He would love me, he wouldn't be a liar anymore. I didn't want him to lie to me, or betray me. I just wanted him so bad. He was frozen, stiff as a board as I pulled his shirt off, and he seemed petrified then, trembling, body shaking so bad, as I touched him, I felt ever single little tremor from him.
"M-Mariku..." Voice, strained just as bad as his body and he was crying again. "Mariku, please, please don't do this. I'll do anything for you, please don't do this."
I knew he would beg, I knew he would, so it was easy to ignore, it was expected. He was a virgin after all, so these things were new to him. I would take them, though, I would show him just how wonderful these things could feel. I would show him that I didn't just do this to anybody. I would do it to him and only him. I looked up and saw fight in his eyes, and I knew that after begging came fighting, but he wouldn't fight. Malik didn't like hitting people, but even if he did, I had to say something to make sure he would submit to me, not give me any trouble. "Malik, if you hit me or push me away, I'll use that drug on you. You'll feel every little thing I do, but you won't be able to move." I smiled. "Now, stop shaking and relax. I'll make you feel good, so don't worry."
A sob choked in his throat, but he relaxed a little after I'd been touching him for awhile. I was going slow for him, making sure to make him as comfortable as possible to calm him down. I started just touching him, doing nothing very drastic, just letting him get used to my fingers on him. His entire upper body was at my mercy, and I devoured it. I wanted him, and I would get him. My fingers twiddled with his nipples, making them grow hard and his breathing grew shallow in his throat, choked as he struggled to breathe right.
I frowned. "For God's sake, Malik, calm down. I may just give you that drug just to soothe your nerves." I leaned down and kissed his flat stomach, feeling the trembles as he shook, and his tense muscles underneath. "I love you, and I won't hurt you. Don't be scared."
He sucked in air, trying to force himself to calm down. Apparently the thought of me drugging him terrified him and he was able to make himself lax beneath me, though still sported those wide eyes and his breathing was shallow and quick.
I drew circles around his navel, licking around the invisible lines I'd drawn before sticking my tongue into the little hole. His breath hitched, and he shifted a little, uncomfortable at the appendage inside him. I had to laugh. Such small touches, such insignificant little things I was doing, but he was sporting such uncomfortable whimpers, such scared noises, but it was all understandable. After all, new things could be scary, but I would end his fear, I would make him feel so good and after feeling like every part of his upper body had been licked by my tongue, I fiddled with his pants, zipping them down, undoing the button, and then began sliding them off.
His fingers were suddenly on my hands and I looked up at him, confused at this sudden retaliation. "P-p-" His stuttering was bad, and he could barely get out what he wanted to say. "Please, M-Mariku, please don't do it. I don't want this, please, I don't want it." The tears were back, shining so bright and I could almost see my reflection in those horror filled eyes.
I kissed his nose. "Malik, I'm doing this because I love you. You'll see. You'll love it, trust me."
He shook his head, the tears spilling out onto the comforter below him. He was so beautiful... "If you love me, then don't do it. Please, Mariku, I don't want this." He sobbed a little, but he just didn't understand.
I would make him see, I would make him love me. He would love me. He just didn't know it yet. Ignoring the last statement, I turned my attention back to his pants and continued pulling them down. Again, his hands found mine, squeezing a little frantically, and I looked back up at him, annoyed with his resistance. "Malik, stop this. If you keep doing this, I'm going to drug you."
He was shaking his head. "Please, please, please, Mariku, don't do it, don't do it." His words were becoming babbles, and it was almost like he was praying, praying to some god to listen. "I'll do whatever you want, please, please, Mariku."
Annoyed and fed up with his whimpering and begging, I leaned up and a move to go over to the dresser where all the syringes and the drug rested. "Okay, fine, I'll just stick you with more of that stuff."
He had sat up with me, moving faster than I had ever seen him, as soon as I was almost off of him, and he kicked me in the stomach. I tumbled the rest of the way off of him and he bolted for the door. No! Dammit, Malik, YOU ARE NOT GETTING AWAY!
"No!" Thank God the door was locked. Those little seconds he'd spent fumbling with the lock gave me enough time to rush to his side and snatch his arm up. He screamed when I grabbed him and I flung him back on the bed. He was so weak... "Malik, you're going to lie down and let me do this, or I swear to God..." I didn't even finish, but placed my fingers around his pretty little neck, squeezing, squeezing as hard as I could. He struggled for air, brow furrowed, body shaking, mouth gasping and I was laughing. "Do you see, Malik? I'm in control, I can do whatever I want, but you can't. Just accept this, Malik, it will happen anyway whether you want it to or not. I'm not letting you leave, and you should know by now that begging doesn't help." I released his neck, massaging it in apology afterward, kissing it, licking to soothe him as he sucked in air, and then he broke, sobbing, crying, crying so hard, but dropping all of his resistance, and didn't make any other moves when I pulled his pants the rest of the way off, then his underwear.
He said nothing the whole time I played with his legs. I was still going slow, despite him angering me. I was still going to do this, and I wouldn't let him ruin it. He was only hurting himself, defying me like this, and why couldn't he see that he wasn't getting away, that I loved him so much? I tickled his thigh, and he didn't move, just sobbed and cried.
"Malik, I love you. I really do." I leaned in further, gaining a harsh gasp from him when I grabbed his limp member. "This will just show you how much. It'll feel so good." Without anymore words, without anymore back talk from him, resistance, or anything, I enclosed my mouth onto his head and he gasped, throwing his head back where he couldn't look at me, those tears still running down.
He would see, I knew he would, it was only a matter of time. This was only the first part, anyway. He only whimpered as I moved down his length until it hit the back of my throat, and I moved up and down, crushing my lips against it, to put pressure on it, licking it with my tongue, and he soon became hard as I moved up and down, creating a rhythm. I finally got a moan out of him and smiled while I pleasured him. I knew it, he was enjoying it, he was seeing how much I loved him. I tightened around him, even humming a little to put vibration to it, and he moaned again. Precum began to drip from it and I lapped it up when I reached his head, swallowing it, swallowing him. I loved him so much...and he was so beautiful while I pleasured him...it was making me hard, but I had to go slow for him, I couldn't lose it and just go for me, I had to think of him, too, what he would like.
My tongue was all around him, and I didn't slow down, I became faster, and his back arched as he moved his hips, going upward into my mouth, wanting me to go faster. I smiled again. He was so predictable, but I went faster for him, wanting nothing but him to love it and I gave him what he wanted. He screamed when he finally climaxed into my mouth and it was hot, and it tasted horrible, but I swallowed it down, because this was part of him, and I loved any part.
His face, that innocent round face, was so perfect in orgasmic haze. He was in bliss, I knew he was, and I loved that I was able to give it to him. Yes, yes, he would love me now, but there was still more to do. I would connect us, I wanted to be above him and go inside of him, just to show that I wanted to be closer than this. I wanted to be as close as possible.
I leaned up to kiss him and he did not resist. "I love you, Malik, I love you so much." Another kiss, and then I pulled my own pants down, hardly registering my own erection. Seeing his face...God, it just made me hard, and I was ready, I was so ready to do this, ready to do it from the day I realized I loved him so much, and now I was finally getting to do it.
I grabbed my erection, hissing while I pumped myself to make it harder. Malik had done his job, but I did this just to prepare myself a little more before I moved his legs, giving me access to his even lower regions. He had learned so well from earlier, that he wasn't getting away, so there was no back talk, nothing as I stuck a finger into his entrance, stretching, preparing, rubbing up against that spot that made him moan and he did moan, he moaned for me, for me to continue, because he was just like every other person, and when experiencing pleasure, no matter how much they deny it, they love it. You can't lie to your body. I inserted another finger, and then another, another, until four were in it, stretching, rubbing around, and he hissed in pain at so many fingers inside of him, but it was necessary before taking him completely. I didn't want to hurt him, so this would dull the pain a little.
I grabbed a tube of lube from the nightstand and coated myself in a liberal amount before turning back to him. I leaned down to kiss him one last time. "I love you." And then I grabbed onto his thighs to keep him in place. I loved him, I loved him. I thrust in fast, and he screamed. It hurt, it hurt him, I know it did, and it pained me to know that he was hurting so much, sobbing and crying when I ripped him open, but I reached up to grab at him again, stroking, pumping, to make it a little more bearable and pleasurable. I slid out, going back in, wishing so much he would go ahead and get used to me so I wouldn't have to hear his cries of pain. His face, his beautiful face was coated in tears, but I was holding his thighs down to keep him with him and couldn't wipe them away. Oh Malik, don't cry, I love you. I pulled out, going back in faster this time, and my own muscles tightened at the feeling and it was getting harder and harder to just go slow for him. It was so hard to just not give into my own desire and do him hard and fast, until he was face down onto the mattress and his stomach.
Eventually, he got hard in my hand again and I continued pumping him, trying to concentrate on him as well as myself, and then I couldn't take it anymore. I let go of him, holding on his thighs to pull him down onto me when I thrust up, to pull him up from me when I pulled out. He sobbed the whole time, his breaths cracking and choking and the tears never stopped, but he did moan when I finally found that one spot that made everything better, when I thrust into it over and over, and he arched his back, beginning to move on his own and go down with me when I would come up. He loved it, he loved it, I know he did. His brow was scrunched up in concentration as we rocked back and forth, back and forth.
I could feel my orgasm start to heat up into my stomach and looked down to see precum dripping from Malik. He was close too, but I wanted to draw this out as much as possible, I wanted to be above him for as long as I could, him below me as long as he could, and I was disappointed when I could feel everything heightened, the muscles tightened, but I grit my teeth, controlling it, drawing it out. It would end, God, how I didn't want it to end. I just wanted to be like this forever, be with Malik, have him moaning under me like he was, and be above him, pleasuring him, pleasuring myself, and stay that way.
He was young, and inexperienced, so he climaxed before I did and I was highly disappointed when he did. I wanted to do it with him, have us do it at the same time, but his face, the relaxed, innocence spread on his face took me to my limit and I came all inside him, crying out when I did so.
Everything was white. The walls were white, the room was white, Malik was white, it was all a haze. The haze was beautiful, just that small moment of when you're in bliss, the most perfect moment ever, where you don't have to worry about anything, but bliss must end, and it did, and I moaned at the loss of it, the loss of being so close to Malik.
His eyes were closed, tears no longer falling, but still sticking to his face, but I knew that face. He was so tired, but he loved me, he really did, he just needed time to see it. I would pleasure him everyday if I had to, if just to show him how much I cared for him and wanted him to be happy. He was so beautiful.
I leaned up next to him, wrapping the covers around us. It had gotten dark outside and the cold night air was creeping up, so it was cold in the room now, but Malik was here, here beside me, and he provided me with all the warmth I needed. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, kissing his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, and God, I just loved him so much! If I weren't so tired, I'd make love to him again, but I was drained, and he was drained. It was tiring, and he fell asleep in my hold, no longer having any tears to shed, no longer having the strength to resist me, but I was content with this. He was learning, he would learn to love me, I just needed to teach him.
I loved him so much.
Malik...
Rain fell, thunder boomed a little, and we both fell asleep, my arms never leaving him.
Things happened in a snap, it was almost a blur. I was walking down the hall as usual, getting ready to open those double doors, my mind flitting through all that had happened that day. School was always boring, but sometimes I liked it. I didn't necessarily like being tested and having to read something I was forced to, but there were those rare moments when learning something new just got me excited. I was even smiling to my own surprise. I didn't smile. I never had a reason to really, but the thought of going home to Isis and Alice made me so happy, I felt like I could fly. Alice...God, did I even need to mention her? She was perfect. Beautiful. And I loved her, I loved her so much, I wish I could go to wherever she was and hold onto her, bask in her beautiful presence. She was always, always there whenever I got home. It made me wonder if she was just as lonely as I.
My hands pushed onto the double doors and then my shirt was yanked from behind, choking me while I was pulled and slammed into a nearby wall. I jerked my head up in the direction of my assaulters and glared at the two taller and more muscular boys who stood above me, cracking their knuckles and sneering down at me. "Where ya goin', beautiful?" The grease on his face practically let out a squished noise as he smiled and I felt sick upon looking at it.
The other one let out a wheezy laugh and snatched up my collar, almost pulling me off the floor. "Yeah, you are a girl, aren't you?" Those beady and horrible eyes of his trailed down my body and I felt anger well up from the insults. Just because I hated fighting didn't mean I couldn't get angry. "Wow, I don't even see a bulge in your pants. You must be a girl!"
The other threw his head back and roared with laughter, making me flinch at how unnecessarily loud it was. "Maybe we should take his pants off, just to make sure."
"Oooh, good idea."
My heart beat in my ears and I scrambled as the one holding onto my collar reached down to unbutton my pants. Wh-what the hell? No, no, no, no, what are you doing?! "Stop it!" I pushed him away from me, but I may as well have been trying to knock down a wall. He didn't budge, only snickered at my weak attempts and unzipped my pants, the other coming over and holding my hands over my head as I thrashed.
This...it was all routine almost. I had grown used to it in a way, being picked on and bullied like this. It didn't matter anymore. What good would fighting back do? These people would always be there, they'd always be waiting for me around corners, they'd always catch me, hold me down, humiliate me, degrade me, so what was the point? Just what was it? I was so worthless. I couldn't fight them, I was too weak. God, I was so pathetic. I could do nothing as those boys laughed at me, as they held onto my hands to keep me at bay, not that it would matter. I could do nothing as they zipped my pants down, pulled my underwear after that, and tossed me to the ground, kicking, hitting, abusing me. The only thing I could do was curl into a ball, protect my head and stomach, and endure their frenzy. It was all routine. I'd be left alone in a little bit.
But, even after they left, even after the hitting and kicking stopped, their laughs died away and I was left alone in that hallway with my pants pulled down to my ankles, it...it hurt. I leaned up, bloodied and bruised, just like always, and pulled my underwear back up, then the pants, zipped, and buttoned them, and stayed down on the ground, bunching my aching knees up and sobbing into them. I just didn't understand people. I never did anything to them, so why? Just what was the point in it? I didn't know, I didn't know, and I don't want to know. They're crazy, all of them, they're all monsters, all ugly and horrible and...stronger. Physically stronger than me, able to overpower me, to make me cry like a child.
Because it hurt, it hurt, I hurt, all over. The pain was dull, throbbing, mimicking the ticking of a clock. Tick, tick, tick, throb, throb, throb. Repetitive and slow, painful and dull and evil. I hated it, I hated this, I hated them, I hated them so much, and I hated being so weak, being a fucking pussy. I wish I could be strong. I wish I could have strength, be able to stand up to them, break their arms, break their legs, bloody them up, and laugh while they lie below me, and I stand on top. I hate them, I hate them, I wish I could kill them.
Alice was there, she'd always been there. I went home, avoided Isis so she wouldn't question my bloodied face, and I talked to Alice. She was s-so kind to me, I felt like I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve her kind words, but God, did I love them. I cried as I sat there in front of the computer, my tears falling and plopping onto my hands, sticking, creating an uncomfortable and sticky feeling, but I didn't wipe them away. Alice created these tears, these tears of joy, and they feel from me, because I was just so happy to have her there to talk to her. I wasn't lonely anymore, I had her and she was all that I needed, so when I cried these tears of joy, the little droplets of water were her joy that she gave me, and the joy fell to my hands, covering them, making me so happy. Alice, Alice, I loved her, I loved her so much, she was always here, and I loved her.
I knew it then, as I sat there, crying about my problems, crying like a huge baby and whining to her about the bullies who'd beaten me up, that she was my personal angel sent from heaven. I loved her so much, what she told me, what she did, and I wanted her to be here forever with me, to stay like this. I'm so glad I went into that chatroom, I'm so happy I met Alice.
I wasn't alone anymore. I had a friend, someone to talk to, to look forward to being with when I came home. I wasn't alone.
***
Malik was so beautiful.
It was so strange how things in life ended up working out the way they did, whether for good or bad. But, this was good, so, so good, and I was so happy to have met him.
Kisara had gone out for the night, grumbling about us being out of groceries and I had grown bored, finally spiraling so deep into boredom that I sufficed with doing something random on the internet. I had never planned on going in that chatroom, thinking that was for teenagers and would most likely contain a bunch of obscenities and whatnot, but I am so glad I did, because that's where I first met Malik.
It was a spur of the moment thing, a last resort to cure boredom, and after feeling like I had seen enough of those stupid teenagers swear and talk down to people to make it seem like they were smarter and greater, my eyes fell onto one little name, the name of someone who had only spoken maybe once during the whole thing. Curious, I messaged him and was surprised to gain an honest response. He really was here just to talk about this anime, and since I knew a little bit about it, I just threw some thoughts out there, again surprised when he shared the same.
We talked for awhile and the conversation steered into so many different directions, it wasn't even funny. He was...he was very clean with his conversation and I knew he was a perfectionist the way he formatted his sentences correctly before sending a response. Not only that, but he was intelligent, more so than the other morons who were rambling away behind us and prattling on about some stupid stuff that involved swear words every few seconds.
This person was different, and I enjoyed talking to him. I wanted more of him, he intrigued me, so I asked for his email, hoping it wouldn't scare him off. A lump formed in my throat when he said that he wasn't ready to give that out yet, which I completely understood. He was wary of me, as should everyone be before going onto chatrooms, and by the way he spoke, I knew with everything in me that he was another teenager, so I had nothing to worry about. I just knew. I assured him I would be back on. I just wanted to talk to him more. He was interesting and when things interest you, you usually stick around for awhile.
I didn't tell Kisara why I was spending so much time at the computer. I really don't think she cared, but she would always be watching the news or something while I typed away to this person whom I knew nothing about. He was always so formal and polite, just from reading his words anyway, and it made me smile.
Our conversations began turning more personal, and I was finally able to talk him into giving me his email where could send whatever we wanted to each other. By that time, I had adopted the alias 'Alice'. Something told me to use a fake name, especially a female name. The way he spoke and talked of things, he...he probably would've been turned away had I told him I was a male, a much older male, no doubt. He'd told me his name, age, what he looked like, everything, and I lied to him, giving a false appearance for 'Alice'.
I just...I enjoyed talking to him so much, I didn't want him leaving if he got scared of me. I loved him...I loved him. Talking to him was a drug, I was addicted. I couldn't stop it no matter how much I tried. I had to talk to him every night, I HAD TO!
The way he described himself was very vague, but it sounded beautiful to me. From what he'd told me, he was a blonde, violet-eyed Egyptian, and I instantly felt a connection. I was Egyptian, too, so...so this was what life did sometimes, it led you down these wonderful and beautiful roads and made some things work out so well. I loved him the moment he told me that because...we were the same. We both had something we alone could claim was ours, our heritage, our situation, both of us being born into a foreign country with its alien ways. We were both blonde Egyptians, both with purple eyes. How in the world does something like that happen in real life? This...this was so surreal, it couldn't have been real life. Nobody, not one single person on the planet, has something like this happen to them...it's-it's just a dream.
Malik...Malik, Malik, Malik, beautiful Malik, my God, I love you, I love you so much, and I want to be with you, spend time with you, but...but...
I lied to you. You think I'm 'Alice' and I don't want you mad at me. God, I would die if you hated me. I love you too much, please don't be angry.
I have the perfect way, the perfect way for us to be together, so don't worry. I'll make it happen. You want to see me too, right? You told me you love me, and I love you, so we deserve to be together! I can make it happen, so don't give up on me, Malik. You'll love me, and I'll love you. You'll hate me at first, fight me, but you'll soon see that I only do what I do because I love you. I'm sorry, I hope you forgive me for lying, but...it was necessary.
I love you.
***
"I hate you."
Those were three little words I'd been dreading to hear. I...they weren't real, no, Malik had not really said those things...he loved me, he really did! "Malik, you don't mean that."
He was leaning against the bed frame, his head pressed into his knees, his arms looped around his legs and he squeezed them, his shoulders shaking a little when I touched him. I just wanted to comfort him, let him know I would never hurt him, but through all my touches, all my kind words of reassurance that he was safe, he was still scared, still frightened of me for what I did. Couldn't he see that I did that for his own good? He would've never accepted me had I come right out and said it. I knew he wouldn't, because I loved him. I sat beside him on the bed, stroking his soft arms, playing with his gorgeous white blonde hair that contrasted beautifully against his dark skin, but he wouldn't look at me, wouldn't give me acceptance by rising up and looking me in the eye. I didn't want him afraid, I wanted his love.
"Shut up. I said I hate you, and that means I hate you." Voice muffled since he was talking into his knees, he inched away from me while I petted him.
I sighed, leaning off the bed and crossing the room, looking back as I grabbed the door handle. "Malik, what can I do to make you more comfortable here? Is there something you want? Just tell me and I'll get it for you. You've barely eaten this whole week, so do you want some food? What about a bath? You haven't taken one since yesterday."
He refused to move from his spot on the bed and I grew the slightest bit annoyed at his despondency. Hissing that he hated me over and over could be tolerated to an extent, but being ignored angered me and I wouldn't be ignored by him. I loved him.
"Malik, come on. Why don't you come out with me and move around a little?" No answer. And I crossed the room, receiving a yelp from him when I snatched his arm up and forced him out of the bed. "Dammit, Malik, answer me when I ask you something!"
"No!" He was shouting, pulling against me while I gripped his arm. His resistance only made me grip him harder and his pained expression showed it wasn't in vain. "S-stop it, you freak! I don't want to go anywhere with you! Just let me go! Let me go home! I don't want to be here!"
"No!" I was shouting now, mad, annoyed, and I wanted to hit him. How...how dare he do this, how dare he say all this to me after everything he's told me before? Why the hell did this have to change things? He loved me when he thought I was 'Alice', so why couldn't he love me now? I was still the same person, I was still the same Alice who talked to him all those times, comforted him when he cried about the bullies beating him up. I didn't understand. He...he was a liar. He lied about everything and he was no different than anybody else. He saw me for what I was and turned me down, completely ignoring the fact that I was still the same person he'd been messaging online all this time.
No...n-no...I wouldn't take this...no...I wouldn't accept this. He would love me, I would make him love me because I loved him!
"Malik!" I tugged him forward with the one hand still gripping his arm and held his head with my opposite hand as we kissed. He screamed and pushed against me, yelled and cried into my mouth, but I held onto him. He would see, I would make him see! Those pretty little lavender eyes glared up at me in horror as I broke the bruised kiss, licking away a bit of spit that had trailed out and I sighed, calming from my earlier anger. "Malik, we need to talk." I moved us back to the bed and sat us down, Malik seemingly having calmed from his hysteria and he allowed me to manipulate him. He was still scared, I could see him shaking, and it broke my heart. I loved him so much, I didn't want him scared. I wanted to comfort him, hold him while he held me, and touched him while he touched me. I just...I wanted to love on him, kiss him, and never let him go. "Malik...I'm still the same person, I'm still the same Alice you knew."
His cheeks flushed with red and he looked away from me, brow furrowed.
I couldn't read his expression, but it looked somewhere between shame and guilt. I ignored it. They were negative emotions, and I didn't want anything negative. "Malik...you said you loved me, and I love you. I know you still love me because I'm still the same person. Malik, I am Alice, I've been all this time, I've been that person you talked to all those months ago. This doesn't have to change things. What can I do to make you love me?"
He didn't answer for awhile, but I waited this time. I wanted him to be honest with me, I wanted him to answer, so I waited for him until he was comfortable with talking. I held onto his hand the whole time, stroking it, petting it, weaving my own fingers in and out of his. His hand was unmoving. "Because you...you kidnapped me, Mariku. You took me away from my sister. You lied to me all this time, all that stuff you said to me, it was fake. You just...I'm so stupid." He was crying now, but I stayed silent, listening, entranced by those beautiful tears of his. They plopped down into his lap as he stared at the floor. His voice quaked as he spoke. "I-I was alone for so long, I got desperate and wanted to make friends online if I-I had to. I didn't..." Pausing, he wiped away at his face, sucking in breath in frustration when his voice continued to fail him. "I-I didn't mean for this to happen. God, I just didn't want to be alone. I didn't mean to meet you, I didn't want to meet you in p-person. I w-wanted things to stay the way they were." He was sobbing now, covering his face with his hands. I stroked his hair, those beautiful white blonde strands. "I hate it here. I don't want to be here. I want to go home. I'm scared, Mariku. I don't love you."
The last statement, out of everything he said, tore a hole right through me, as if I had been shot. Why then? Why tell me all those proclamations when you thought I was Alice, only to shoot me down when you finally meet the real me? Shit, I only did what I did because I loved you so much! I love you, Malik, I FUCKING LOVE YOU, SO WHY CAN'T YOU SEE IT?! Why do you have to reject me like this, tear me down, down far to the ground, why did you have to lie?! I was mad, I was mad, fuck, I wanted to punch him. Before I knew it, I was above him, holding down his wrists with both hands, and I straddled his waist, his body frozen as he stared up at me in horror. "You...you little shit...so, all that time, all those things you told me, you just lied?"
"M-Mariku, I--"
"SHUT UP!" My hand flew, and I smacked his cheek, a little red mark forming. He didn't move, he was stiff under me, frozen in terror. Good, he deserved to be scared. Leading me on like this, he deserved to be put through fear. "You told me you loved me, Malik, so why are you denying it now?!" I was in his face, our noses almost touching, and still he didn't move. one. inch. "I've loved you for so long and now you're just going to turn the other way, say you hate me, and think you can go about your life?" I was laughing now, hardly realizing it, and he stared shaking. "I don't fucking think so, Malik. I think you owe me a little for leading me on."
The tears were shining, and they soon fell. His lips were quivering, and he strained to talk. "M-M-Mariku, please, I just--"
Please, please, he was always begging, always pleading his way out of a situation when it didn't favor him. I silenced him, moving down to attack his lips and whatever he had to say was muffled when our lips touched. He pushed against me again, but I pushed back, overpowering him. He was completely helpless, so what did it matter if I just did this now? He couldn't do anything about it and I love him.
How could he do this to me? He betrayed me, but...maybe I was just pushing things. Maybe if he saw how much I loved him, maybe if I showed him just how much I really did love him, he'd love me back. Oh, I could fuck him all day long, go inside of him long and hard, but...that would only give him more of a reason to fear me. And as mad as I was at him, I didn't want him scared. I wanted his love.
I broke the kiss, leaning up to stroke the side of his face I'd slapped. He whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks, and God, he looked so perfect, so beautiful while he was terrified. "Malik...I love you. Please don't be afraid of me. I only did what I did, I only brought you here to show you just how much I love you. You'll love me back, I know you will, so I'll just show you how much you mean to me, how perfect you are, just how much I absolutely love you." I kissed him one more time, licking his lips, trailing my tongue up to lap those salty tears of his, and I set to work.
This...this would all surely show him how much I loved him. I wouldn't do this to anybody I didn't love, so this would show him, wouldn't it? He would love me, he wouldn't be a liar anymore. I didn't want him to lie to me, or betray me. I just wanted him so bad. He was frozen, stiff as a board as I pulled his shirt off, and he seemed petrified then, trembling, body shaking so bad, as I touched him, I felt ever single little tremor from him.
"M-Mariku..." Voice, strained just as bad as his body and he was crying again. "Mariku, please, please don't do this. I'll do anything for you, please don't do this."
I knew he would beg, I knew he would, so it was easy to ignore, it was expected. He was a virgin after all, so these things were new to him. I would take them, though, I would show him just how wonderful these things could feel. I would show him that I didn't just do this to anybody. I would do it to him and only him. I looked up and saw fight in his eyes, and I knew that after begging came fighting, but he wouldn't fight. Malik didn't like hitting people, but even if he did, I had to say something to make sure he would submit to me, not give me any trouble. "Malik, if you hit me or push me away, I'll use that drug on you. You'll feel every little thing I do, but you won't be able to move." I smiled. "Now, stop shaking and relax. I'll make you feel good, so don't worry."
A sob choked in his throat, but he relaxed a little after I'd been touching him for awhile. I was going slow for him, making sure to make him as comfortable as possible to calm him down. I started just touching him, doing nothing very drastic, just letting him get used to my fingers on him. His entire upper body was at my mercy, and I devoured it. I wanted him, and I would get him. My fingers twiddled with his nipples, making them grow hard and his breathing grew shallow in his throat, choked as he struggled to breathe right.
I frowned. "For God's sake, Malik, calm down. I may just give you that drug just to soothe your nerves." I leaned down and kissed his flat stomach, feeling the trembles as he shook, and his tense muscles underneath. "I love you, and I won't hurt you. Don't be scared."
He sucked in air, trying to force himself to calm down. Apparently the thought of me drugging him terrified him and he was able to make himself lax beneath me, though still sported those wide eyes and his breathing was shallow and quick.
I drew circles around his navel, licking around the invisible lines I'd drawn before sticking my tongue into the little hole. His breath hitched, and he shifted a little, uncomfortable at the appendage inside him. I had to laugh. Such small touches, such insignificant little things I was doing, but he was sporting such uncomfortable whimpers, such scared noises, but it was all understandable. After all, new things could be scary, but I would end his fear, I would make him feel so good and after feeling like every part of his upper body had been licked by my tongue, I fiddled with his pants, zipping them down, undoing the button, and then began sliding them off.
His fingers were suddenly on my hands and I looked up at him, confused at this sudden retaliation. "P-p-" His stuttering was bad, and he could barely get out what he wanted to say. "Please, M-Mariku, please don't do it. I don't want this, please, I don't want it." The tears were back, shining so bright and I could almost see my reflection in those horror filled eyes.
I kissed his nose. "Malik, I'm doing this because I love you. You'll see. You'll love it, trust me."
He shook his head, the tears spilling out onto the comforter below him. He was so beautiful... "If you love me, then don't do it. Please, Mariku, I don't want this." He sobbed a little, but he just didn't understand.
I would make him see, I would make him love me. He would love me. He just didn't know it yet. Ignoring the last statement, I turned my attention back to his pants and continued pulling them down. Again, his hands found mine, squeezing a little frantically, and I looked back up at him, annoyed with his resistance. "Malik, stop this. If you keep doing this, I'm going to drug you."
He was shaking his head. "Please, please, please, Mariku, don't do it, don't do it." His words were becoming babbles, and it was almost like he was praying, praying to some god to listen. "I'll do whatever you want, please, please, Mariku."
Annoyed and fed up with his whimpering and begging, I leaned up and a move to go over to the dresser where all the syringes and the drug rested. "Okay, fine, I'll just stick you with more of that stuff."
He had sat up with me, moving faster than I had ever seen him, as soon as I was almost off of him, and he kicked me in the stomach. I tumbled the rest of the way off of him and he bolted for the door. No! Dammit, Malik, YOU ARE NOT GETTING AWAY!
"No!" Thank God the door was locked. Those little seconds he'd spent fumbling with the lock gave me enough time to rush to his side and snatch his arm up. He screamed when I grabbed him and I flung him back on the bed. He was so weak... "Malik, you're going to lie down and let me do this, or I swear to God..." I didn't even finish, but placed my fingers around his pretty little neck, squeezing, squeezing as hard as I could. He struggled for air, brow furrowed, body shaking, mouth gasping and I was laughing. "Do you see, Malik? I'm in control, I can do whatever I want, but you can't. Just accept this, Malik, it will happen anyway whether you want it to or not. I'm not letting you leave, and you should know by now that begging doesn't help." I released his neck, massaging it in apology afterward, kissing it, licking to soothe him as he sucked in air, and then he broke, sobbing, crying, crying so hard, but dropping all of his resistance, and didn't make any other moves when I pulled his pants the rest of the way off, then his underwear.
He said nothing the whole time I played with his legs. I was still going slow, despite him angering me. I was still going to do this, and I wouldn't let him ruin it. He was only hurting himself, defying me like this, and why couldn't he see that he wasn't getting away, that I loved him so much? I tickled his thigh, and he didn't move, just sobbed and cried.
"Malik, I love you. I really do." I leaned in further, gaining a harsh gasp from him when I grabbed his limp member. "This will just show you how much. It'll feel so good." Without anymore words, without anymore back talk from him, resistance, or anything, I enclosed my mouth onto his head and he gasped, throwing his head back where he couldn't look at me, those tears still running down.
He would see, I knew he would, it was only a matter of time. This was only the first part, anyway. He only whimpered as I moved down his length until it hit the back of my throat, and I moved up and down, crushing my lips against it, to put pressure on it, licking it with my tongue, and he soon became hard as I moved up and down, creating a rhythm. I finally got a moan out of him and smiled while I pleasured him. I knew it, he was enjoying it, he was seeing how much I loved him. I tightened around him, even humming a little to put vibration to it, and he moaned again. Precum began to drip from it and I lapped it up when I reached his head, swallowing it, swallowing him. I loved him so much...and he was so beautiful while I pleasured him...it was making me hard, but I had to go slow for him, I couldn't lose it and just go for me, I had to think of him, too, what he would like.
My tongue was all around him, and I didn't slow down, I became faster, and his back arched as he moved his hips, going upward into my mouth, wanting me to go faster. I smiled again. He was so predictable, but I went faster for him, wanting nothing but him to love it and I gave him what he wanted. He screamed when he finally climaxed into my mouth and it was hot, and it tasted horrible, but I swallowed it down, because this was part of him, and I loved any part.
His face, that innocent round face, was so perfect in orgasmic haze. He was in bliss, I knew he was, and I loved that I was able to give it to him. Yes, yes, he would love me now, but there was still more to do. I would connect us, I wanted to be above him and go inside of him, just to show that I wanted to be closer than this. I wanted to be as close as possible.
I leaned up to kiss him and he did not resist. "I love you, Malik, I love you so much." Another kiss, and then I pulled my own pants down, hardly registering my own erection. Seeing his face...God, it just made me hard, and I was ready, I was so ready to do this, ready to do it from the day I realized I loved him so much, and now I was finally getting to do it.
I grabbed my erection, hissing while I pumped myself to make it harder. Malik had done his job, but I did this just to prepare myself a little more before I moved his legs, giving me access to his even lower regions. He had learned so well from earlier, that he wasn't getting away, so there was no back talk, nothing as I stuck a finger into his entrance, stretching, preparing, rubbing up against that spot that made him moan and he did moan, he moaned for me, for me to continue, because he was just like every other person, and when experiencing pleasure, no matter how much they deny it, they love it. You can't lie to your body. I inserted another finger, and then another, another, until four were in it, stretching, rubbing around, and he hissed in pain at so many fingers inside of him, but it was necessary before taking him completely. I didn't want to hurt him, so this would dull the pain a little.
I grabbed a tube of lube from the nightstand and coated myself in a liberal amount before turning back to him. I leaned down to kiss him one last time. "I love you." And then I grabbed onto his thighs to keep him in place. I loved him, I loved him. I thrust in fast, and he screamed. It hurt, it hurt him, I know it did, and it pained me to know that he was hurting so much, sobbing and crying when I ripped him open, but I reached up to grab at him again, stroking, pumping, to make it a little more bearable and pleasurable. I slid out, going back in, wishing so much he would go ahead and get used to me so I wouldn't have to hear his cries of pain. His face, his beautiful face was coated in tears, but I was holding his thighs down to keep him with him and couldn't wipe them away. Oh Malik, don't cry, I love you. I pulled out, going back in faster this time, and my own muscles tightened at the feeling and it was getting harder and harder to just go slow for him. It was so hard to just not give into my own desire and do him hard and fast, until he was face down onto the mattress and his stomach.
Eventually, he got hard in my hand again and I continued pumping him, trying to concentrate on him as well as myself, and then I couldn't take it anymore. I let go of him, holding on his thighs to pull him down onto me when I thrust up, to pull him up from me when I pulled out. He sobbed the whole time, his breaths cracking and choking and the tears never stopped, but he did moan when I finally found that one spot that made everything better, when I thrust into it over and over, and he arched his back, beginning to move on his own and go down with me when I would come up. He loved it, he loved it, I know he did. His brow was scrunched up in concentration as we rocked back and forth, back and forth.
I could feel my orgasm start to heat up into my stomach and looked down to see precum dripping from Malik. He was close too, but I wanted to draw this out as much as possible, I wanted to be above him for as long as I could, him below me as long as he could, and I was disappointed when I could feel everything heightened, the muscles tightened, but I grit my teeth, controlling it, drawing it out. It would end, God, how I didn't want it to end. I just wanted to be like this forever, be with Malik, have him moaning under me like he was, and be above him, pleasuring him, pleasuring myself, and stay that way.
He was young, and inexperienced, so he climaxed before I did and I was highly disappointed when he did. I wanted to do it with him, have us do it at the same time, but his face, the relaxed, innocence spread on his face took me to my limit and I came all inside him, crying out when I did so.
Everything was white. The walls were white, the room was white, Malik was white, it was all a haze. The haze was beautiful, just that small moment of when you're in bliss, the most perfect moment ever, where you don't have to worry about anything, but bliss must end, and it did, and I moaned at the loss of it, the loss of being so close to Malik.
His eyes were closed, tears no longer falling, but still sticking to his face, but I knew that face. He was so tired, but he loved me, he really did, he just needed time to see it. I would pleasure him everyday if I had to, if just to show him how much I cared for him and wanted him to be happy. He was so beautiful.
I leaned up next to him, wrapping the covers around us. It had gotten dark outside and the cold night air was creeping up, so it was cold in the room now, but Malik was here, here beside me, and he provided me with all the warmth I needed. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, kissing his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, and God, I just loved him so much! If I weren't so tired, I'd make love to him again, but I was drained, and he was drained. It was tiring, and he fell asleep in my hold, no longer having any tears to shed, no longer having the strength to resist me, but I was content with this. He was learning, he would learn to love me, I just needed to teach him.
I loved him so much.
Malik...
Rain fell, thunder boomed a little, and we both fell asleep, my arms never leaving him.