22-Nov-2000
Notes: PWP, except... not really... Well, it's one sex scene, but not really... sigh...
Warnings: Yaoi. Lemon.
Man needs sea monsters in his personal oceans...
I can feel his breath quicken as I begin to kiss him. His lips yield to mine, as he allows me to plunder his mouth ruthlessly. His hand clings to my back tightly as if hanging on to me like a lifeline. I almost want to laugh at the irony of it.
"I love you," he whispers into my ear between kisses. The words burn slowly in my head. Each syllable sharp and painful. Almost savagely, I press him into the wall. Our eyes meet and I can see he is expecting a response. What does he want me to say?
"I'm a monster," I say and devour him once more. Monsters do not love. They simply feel. Each touch, each kiss, are all prompted by a primal need to feel... anything.
He shakes his head firmly in response as if he understands. He does not. He cannot. You can not empathize with a monster because we will take advantage of it. That's what we do best. But then again, he has already fallen into the allure of the monster, and for him there will be no escape.
"You are not a monster," He tells me as if shaking his head isn't enough to tell me that he does not understand. How pathetic that the prey should try to bless his predator while he is being devoured not for hunger, but for the sheer joy of killing.
I begin to unbutton his shirt so I might feel the silk like texture of his skin. No one has ever touched him before.
"Don't stop," he begs, his eyes clouded by my poison. I had not notice that I stopped when I realized that he is a virgin. I suppose the echo of humanity left in me wants to stop me from this sacrilegious act, but God made the monster is so much stronger than the man.
My hand slip down to his pants, and the loose article of clothing comes off without too much struggle. My hand reaches his hardness through his silk boxers, and squeeze tightly. He moans into my mouth, his hot breath leaping into my throat.
Too much.
I rip the boxer off not caring that I hurt him. He bites back a scream as the fabric harshly torn against his skin. His shaking slightly, I do not know whether it is from the cold air or fear. Surely by now he must have seen it in my eyes... he cannot be blind to the monster.
"Is this what you want?" I ask harshly as one of my hands grabs on to his naked hips roughly. I do not know why I ask. I am certain I would not stop if he asks me. They never stopped. The monster cannot be stopped. It slowly wraps around you and strangles you...
He nods, but I can see that he is afraid. I can smell the fear emanating from his slightly flushed skin. I know he can sense it beginning to coil around him. His hardness is beginning to weep of the battle that will be lost.
Slowly, I insert a finger into him and watch him fight the urge to gag. A second finger joins the first, and I know I hit his prostate when he nearly screamed. The monsters calls out and refuse to be denied any longer. I retrieve my fingers, and start to press into him.
As his warm tightness begin to envelop me, I feel the monster shudder as if hesitating... even fearing what is about to come. Yet, the choice would not be mine as he impales himself into me, and takes the control away. For a brief moment, I cannot breathe and neither can he. The tightness seems to wrap around both of us and refuses to let go. This is what it was like when I became the monster. The monster could not strangle me to death so he slowly crawled underneath me, and merged with me until I could not tell when he started and I began.
"Trowa," He calls out someone else's name, but he is staring at me as if trying to will me to become someone I am not. No, I must regain control. Slowly, I begin to move. I can hear the sound of my breathing pulsing in rhythm with each thrust. Slowly and carefully, I push in to him and wait for the moans of pleasure that I know are coming. He tilts his head backwards slightly, exposing the flesh of his neck. I reach up and trace the curvature of his face with my tongue because I know it will drive him crazy. He trembles slightly beneath me.
"Is this what you want?" I ask coarsely as I thrust into him once more. I can feel his muscles tensing at the intrusion. He gasps and is unable to speak. Unsatisfied with the silence, I press into him deeper. I hate the silence. Silence is when you die. Silence is when you scream and scream but nothing comes out. Silence is when you are monster and no one knows but you.
His crystal clear eyes widen to an impossible size, but still he does not answer me. He just lies there, staring back at me with those wide blue green eyes, transfixed into the motion between the two of us.
"I love you, Trowa," he tells me again, but this time he does not wait for a response, as he pulls me close for a kiss, except this time he is in control. I cannot breathe. I am pulled into an ocean, and I am slowly suffocating because I cannot breathe.
I cannot move. The monster and I both are spellbound to freeze like ice sculptures as his warmth burns through us. He begins to move against me, pulling himself up and down against my throbbing erection.
I can hear my own moans of pleasure and I am powerless to stay silent. His inside tightens around me, and the monster screams. I scream. Stop! I want to cry out. Stop! The monster cried out. But both of us remains silenced by the pure fire that's burning through us.
Hotter, and hotter, the flames built, and the ocean around me begins to boil.
"Trowa!" He calls out my name as he comes, and I burst into him.
For a moment, both of us just stood there against the wall.
"Trowa, man needs sea monsters in his personal oceans. For an ocean without monsters is like sleep without dream(1)," Quatre whispers softly into my ears. And then he just holds me, and the beating of his heart drowning out the silence.
~Owari
Note:
1. John Steinbeck
Ne ne, what did ya think? C&C begged for. I don't do lemons very often so I apologize for the... yeah...
(:./draco/monster)
