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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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As our lips crashed together I started trembling so hard that our bodies rocked. His hand came up and cupped the back of my neck. “Please don’t hurt me,” he whispered searching my eyes.
I could make him no promises and felt somewhat afraid of myself and him. I kept seeing a faceless corpse, a girl I had never known being murdered by this boy I was so desperately in love with. His hands went to my micro thin straps and he slowly pulled them down. “I want to fuck you but I’m not going to force you,” he said softly but I could see he wasn’t finished. “Rape turns me on but I want you to want me.” His throat moved as he swallowed.
I found myself kissing him fiercely. “I love you,” I said into his mouth and I found with those words that it was true, I did. He was beautiful and black to his core. “Thank you so much for saving me.”
He blinked and stared deep into my face. “It would have turned me on, you have to know that,” he said and I could see fear stealing over him. “But I don’t like sharing you with Eric or my cousin much less thirty Columbians.”
I felt nauseous at his truth. I pulled away from him and turned my back to him. “Sookie I told you about hurting me,” his hands closed over my throat in warning.
“How could you say that it would have turned you on to see me gang raped?” my voice sounded so small and hurt.
His fingertips danced across my windpipe and he sighed. “Because I’m sick, the night my parents died I was raped, he didn’t even wait until they were buried,” he said into the flesh of my neck.
I felt a yawning emptiness at his words. “I’m so sorry Anton.”
His hand went between my thighs and one large finger penetrated me. I was slightly wet from desire and I moaned. He got off the bed and put on music. I didn’t even hear it, my world was so small as he settled down next to me. He spread my legs and got between them. His tongue dipped into my cunt and I immediately felt myself growing wet. My hands fisted his thick curls and drove his head deep into my slit.
It went on forever and each stroke of his tongue felt like honey and milk, just like Miguel’s song of hell. I was going to burn for this but it felt so good that the sin that was inherent in this moment felt decadent like a poisoned Twinkie that you know will kill you, but its cream is so lush.
I finally spilled into his ripe mouth and he groaned and mounted me. His cock in me was wonderful and tears of gratitude came to my eyes. Not to him but because I was still capable of feeling pleasure at someone touching me. He plunged into me hard and deep and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’re so tiny, my little doll,” he said into my ear, nibbling it.
His big hands wrapped around my waist with a hard grip. I could see he wanted to hurt me, needed to hurt me, that this need was consuming him as he studied me beneath him. “Can I hit you a little bit?”
I stared up at him and my inky love swelled. “Do you have to?”
His face was melancholy above mine. “Yes, I’m sorry,” he said.
I just went still. I felt so fucked in the head. “Why?” I asked as he plunged into me gently.
“I haven’t fucked anyone since Felecia died,” he said quietly. “And if I don’t hit you, mess you up a little I will kill you.”
Slowly I turned my face up to him, silently submitting. He looked so aroused and he slapped me hard. Then he pinned my arms above me and drove into me. “Please don’t,” I moaned out as he put me in that agonizingly familiar position.
“I have to,” he groaned out. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he added.
We fucked for hours and it was wonderful and I cried through most of it. At one point he stopped. “Are you crying because you don’t want this?”
I shook my head and dipped my hips up to his. “No, I’m crying because I do,” I returned.
A satisfied look crossed his perfect face and he continued taking me. It went on until the sun rose, and well into the afternoon. He was insatiable, there was no end to his desire. “I finally get that gay song that Alcide loves,” he said after cumming inside me.
His sperm swam in my womb and I turned to him. “Which song?”
“The one by that stupid fag, David Gray,” he paused. “You know, ‘feels like lightening running through my veins every time I look at you,” he rolled his eyes and smirked.
Tears came then and I shuddered. I curled into a ball and turned away. “What is it?”
“That was Brandon and I’s song,” I whispered.
His hands feathered across my throat. “I want to bury you when you talk about him,” he said lowly.
“I’m going to kill him if you mention him again,” he added holding me tight against his chest.
“Oh God please don’t.”
He forced my body to face his. “What did this dick rod have that was so magical?” an ugly sneer formed on his mouth. A song started playing in the background like blood in a surgery. “I’m coming up only to hold you under, I’m coming up only to show you wrong. And to know you is hard and we wonder, to know all wrong, we were. To the outside the dead leaves they are alone,..”
I finally answered him after tipping my head to the side and listening. “He was a good person,” I stopped and looked at him, really tried to look past his perfection. “Do you even know what that means?”
Anton forced himself to smirk. “And? Your point?” he was lost to his own humanity and it made my heart ache.
“He wasn’t as hot as me though,” he said with a faintly triumphant smile.
I felt my face scrunch up in disgust. “You’re so despicable at times,” I muttered.
His expression darkened. “Don’t push me Sookie,” he said quietly. “I’m in love with you but I loved her too.”
“Why didn’t she have a tongue?”
He looked surprised at the question. “She was born without one,” his expression became dreamy and far away. “She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen before you,” he fell silent for a second. “I didn’t even care that she was one step away from a retard,” he sounded residually amazed at this.
“How did you meet?”
“At the library.”
I arched my brows. “That’s where I used to work, a library.”
“Yeah I know, they told me.”
I was quiet for a minute. “How long did you know about me and what they were going to do to me?”
His face was secretive near mine. “Since the beginning pretty much.”
He reached for me and I let him take me into his powerful arms. “I’m scared about what it means to love you,” I said into his smooth chest. I peered up at him. “I’m scared that it means that I’m not good anymore.”
He stared down at me with such guilt and tenderness. “You’ll always be good and I’ll always be evil, that’s the way things work,” I could see he was trying to reassure me. It touched me.
Then the walls shook with gunfire. Anton got off the bed and I quickly put my teddy back on. He went down the hallway and I watched his shadow following him the same as I was. He came to a room at the very end and opened a door. Inside a blood red room was Stellen with his head in pieces. A gun lay near his hand and smoke curled from it.
Anton looked down at him for a minute. “Fuck,” he muttered. He seemed essentially unsurprised and unaffected.
“He was a tool anyway,” he said turning away. I hated him so much in that moment.
“Do you always have to be a prick?”
He turned to me. “I’m not going to apologize for being me,” he murmured.
He walked over and kicked Stellen. “He got on my fucking nerves, do you want me to lie to you?”
A song was playing over and over in the background. “The end’s not near its here,” it began. I gazed at my new lover with a sickness that crawled all inside me.
“You’re fucking sick,” I said turning from him.
I wondered at the fact that I hadn’t even screamed when I’d seen Stellen all in gory pieces.
I felt Anton tackle me to the floor. He flipped me over and punched me in the mouth. I looked at him speechless as blood filled my mouth. “I’m sorry but I warned you.”
He helped me to my feet and we left the room. “Are you going to abuse me when you finally own me?”
He pivoted halfway down the hall. “Yes.”
“Then there’s no hope,” I whispered.
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