The Game
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,676
Reviews:
8
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Chapter Five
Author\'s Note: Thank you so much to all my reviewers! This is the last chapter. Thank you for reading the whole fic! :)
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THE GAME
Chapter Five
by lordoberon
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Simon\'s POV
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He had left the room. I was very tempted to free myself with my powers, but I knew it was not time yet. He had told me so. I wasn\'t sure if I should trust him, but if I killed the deal at this point, all that torture would have been for nothing. I grunted in pain, swearing under my breath, and managed to sway a little in my bonds.
Leander returned when I was in the middle of swaying, humming a song softly to myself. He stopped in his tracks, saying, "What song is that?"
I glared at him. "I don\'t remember." It was the truth. He helped me drink from a low cup like a slobbering dog, and then wiped my mouth with a cloth. He adjusted the fastenings on my body, making sure they were tight. He patted my legs a little, and my hair.
Then he was behind me. He didn\'t give me any warning word. All I got was a soft grip at my hip, and the clash as the glass cup he had been holding fell to the ground. Then with one thrust he was inside me, taking me. For a moment, that pain canceled out all the other pain. It canceled out any emotional coldness I had been holding onto, and any pretense of lack of care. I hated him, and I hated this owning of me that he had. He had broken me already. But at the same time, my body loved what he was doing, was begging for it.
Tears flooded down my cheeks, and I closed my eyes as he pushed in again, and again, and again. A howl rose in my throat as he increased the tempo, and he gripped my hips more firmly. His cock was large and long in me, thrusting so hard, and as he thrusted I could feel it burn at the wounds I had already received. His thighs rubbing against mine retingled the pain at the backs of my thighs, and occasionally his hands brushing over me would hurt me, too.
I wished suddenly that he had forced me to stand wider, because now, with my feet only a bit more than shoulder-length apart, I could not receive him as well. I was not spread wide enough. I moaned in half pain half pleasure as he continued, his breath hot and quick. Every shove sent me reeling in a world where I was floating in ecstasy and simultaneously chained in hell.
I wished I could thrust my hips up towards his. I wished to move my feet, to bend my legs. I wanted to reach my arms out and backward and touch him. All I could do was shake my head and shiver as he fucked me. He was so rough, so glorious, that I had to scream. My screams shook the house and were surely audible all sorts of places nearby. I panted for breath as orgasm after orgasm hit me. Shot after shot hit the floor, and I was groaning in agony as I thought my body could take no more. Then his hands were on me, pressing at my chest, fondling my cock and running long fingers through my hair. I lifted up my head and jerked upward, through the pain, and as he hit the spot and my hips rose upward I screamed again. I came, fast and hot and soft, and he followed me with a soft moan.
Then we stood there, and he savored the way he owned me at that moment, and the way I felt, helpless and despairing. Then he withdrew, silent and deadly. The paddle was picked up and placed back onto its spot on the wall. My arms were untied, and fell to hang like rocks at my sides. As soon as all the bonds were released, I collapsed to the floor. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt about to throw up. Suddenly cold hands were on my face, and around my waist, and Leander was pulling me up to stand. He splashed water in my face, and as I looked into his eyes I decided, I didn\'t want to be weak. I would stand in front of him, when my body wanted to collapse and never get up again. So I stood up straight, gritting my teeth hard to stop from screaming as pain shot through my back.
Leander came to stand in front of me. He pressed his body up against mine suddenly, so I could feel the cold sweetness of his flesh, and darkness in his eyes. Then his arms wrapped around me, one sliding down to grope my ass, the other burying itself in my hair to pull me up into a kiss. His kiss was passionate and intense, and in it burned all the bitterness and deceit of the world. I found myself sunk into the kiss, opening my mouth again and again, wider and wider, sucking in the delicious tongue and pushing against the soft lips. Leander\'s kiss was the epitome of darkness and glowering lust, of shattered dreams and sick fantasy. I was drowning in him for a moment, in the heat of his eyes and the fire of his mouth, in the way he seemed to promise every succulent, forbidden desire if only I would become his slave.
But I refused to give all of my self to him. So he could only steal one night from me. It felt like the vampire had taken a year from my life, and half of my soul, and all the light from my heart. I felt like a traitor to every good thing, to every person and thing I had ever loved, and to myself. He had made the darkness bloom in me, and it was killing me even as he stood back and surveyed me one last time.
Then he opened the door, and unlocked the leg metal. He carried me out of the room, and clothed me in my half consciousness. I was carried down the winding stairs again, and he walked in the fog of cold England. I was left alone, relieved from his evil, but with the seed of doubt and need implanted inside of me.
~End
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THE GAME
Chapter Five
by lordoberon
- - - - - -
Simon\'s POV
- - - - - -
He had left the room. I was very tempted to free myself with my powers, but I knew it was not time yet. He had told me so. I wasn\'t sure if I should trust him, but if I killed the deal at this point, all that torture would have been for nothing. I grunted in pain, swearing under my breath, and managed to sway a little in my bonds.
Leander returned when I was in the middle of swaying, humming a song softly to myself. He stopped in his tracks, saying, "What song is that?"
I glared at him. "I don\'t remember." It was the truth. He helped me drink from a low cup like a slobbering dog, and then wiped my mouth with a cloth. He adjusted the fastenings on my body, making sure they were tight. He patted my legs a little, and my hair.
Then he was behind me. He didn\'t give me any warning word. All I got was a soft grip at my hip, and the clash as the glass cup he had been holding fell to the ground. Then with one thrust he was inside me, taking me. For a moment, that pain canceled out all the other pain. It canceled out any emotional coldness I had been holding onto, and any pretense of lack of care. I hated him, and I hated this owning of me that he had. He had broken me already. But at the same time, my body loved what he was doing, was begging for it.
Tears flooded down my cheeks, and I closed my eyes as he pushed in again, and again, and again. A howl rose in my throat as he increased the tempo, and he gripped my hips more firmly. His cock was large and long in me, thrusting so hard, and as he thrusted I could feel it burn at the wounds I had already received. His thighs rubbing against mine retingled the pain at the backs of my thighs, and occasionally his hands brushing over me would hurt me, too.
I wished suddenly that he had forced me to stand wider, because now, with my feet only a bit more than shoulder-length apart, I could not receive him as well. I was not spread wide enough. I moaned in half pain half pleasure as he continued, his breath hot and quick. Every shove sent me reeling in a world where I was floating in ecstasy and simultaneously chained in hell.
I wished I could thrust my hips up towards his. I wished to move my feet, to bend my legs. I wanted to reach my arms out and backward and touch him. All I could do was shake my head and shiver as he fucked me. He was so rough, so glorious, that I had to scream. My screams shook the house and were surely audible all sorts of places nearby. I panted for breath as orgasm after orgasm hit me. Shot after shot hit the floor, and I was groaning in agony as I thought my body could take no more. Then his hands were on me, pressing at my chest, fondling my cock and running long fingers through my hair. I lifted up my head and jerked upward, through the pain, and as he hit the spot and my hips rose upward I screamed again. I came, fast and hot and soft, and he followed me with a soft moan.
Then we stood there, and he savored the way he owned me at that moment, and the way I felt, helpless and despairing. Then he withdrew, silent and deadly. The paddle was picked up and placed back onto its spot on the wall. My arms were untied, and fell to hang like rocks at my sides. As soon as all the bonds were released, I collapsed to the floor. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt about to throw up. Suddenly cold hands were on my face, and around my waist, and Leander was pulling me up to stand. He splashed water in my face, and as I looked into his eyes I decided, I didn\'t want to be weak. I would stand in front of him, when my body wanted to collapse and never get up again. So I stood up straight, gritting my teeth hard to stop from screaming as pain shot through my back.
Leander came to stand in front of me. He pressed his body up against mine suddenly, so I could feel the cold sweetness of his flesh, and darkness in his eyes. Then his arms wrapped around me, one sliding down to grope my ass, the other burying itself in my hair to pull me up into a kiss. His kiss was passionate and intense, and in it burned all the bitterness and deceit of the world. I found myself sunk into the kiss, opening my mouth again and again, wider and wider, sucking in the delicious tongue and pushing against the soft lips. Leander\'s kiss was the epitome of darkness and glowering lust, of shattered dreams and sick fantasy. I was drowning in him for a moment, in the heat of his eyes and the fire of his mouth, in the way he seemed to promise every succulent, forbidden desire if only I would become his slave.
But I refused to give all of my self to him. So he could only steal one night from me. It felt like the vampire had taken a year from my life, and half of my soul, and all the light from my heart. I felt like a traitor to every good thing, to every person and thing I had ever loved, and to myself. He had made the darkness bloom in me, and it was killing me even as he stood back and surveyed me one last time.
Then he opened the door, and unlocked the leg metal. He carried me out of the room, and clothed me in my half consciousness. I was carried down the winding stairs again, and he walked in the fog of cold England. I was left alone, relieved from his evil, but with the seed of doubt and need implanted inside of me.
~End