Inevitable

Same Disclaimer. Same graphic nature of the story... Possibly a little more... sexually explicit, in this chapter.

Same legend applies.

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Their minds both raced, though they didn't know it. It was possible they never really would know just what the other was thinking. They were thinking about each other, though. Darien never thought of Krystal anymore, his mind was completely focused on Aemi. They were always doing something, they almost never separated. He needed her. Badly. And his body was starting to realize that.

need... need her...
"What is it, Darien?" Her voice was soft in his ear, her body up against him, in only a tank top and a pair of his boxers. They were laying in his bed, her head on his chest, and it was nearly three in the morning.
aching for her...
"Darien, your hearts going faster, I know you're awake, love."
"N... no?"
"Liiiiaarr" The slightly whispered, singsong voice. How he loved it.
So sweet... feels so warm...

He glanced down, the pillows allowing him to see over her head. The blankets were tented slightly, and he could see how hard he was getting. Hard, and afraid. That organ that made him a man, the bane of all men. She'd never seen it, though, they hadn't gotten there. She had let him do as he pleased, advancing at his pace, however slow.

"N... need you.."
"Are you sure, Dar?"
"Aemi..."

Slowly, a gentle hand slid down, tracing the scarred plane of Darien's torso. Long, black nails, tipped in red to match her hair, grazed over the flesh, almost instantly leaving shivers, and goose bumps in their wake.

"Stop me if you get uncomfortable.."
"Aemi... please..."
Oh gods feels good... her hands so soft.., soft, beautiful hands... my Aemi... my beautiful Aemiliah...

The fingertips glided lower, till they reached the band of Darien's pants. Aemi slowed down to almost a crawl, inching along the band. She was doing her best to take care of him, to try and keep him calm, while doing what he wished. His mind rushed as her fingers barely brushed over the tented pants.

wait wait no no no no bad bad bad bad b---
"Mnng..."
Feels so good... no no no bad! No.. more... no! NO more!
"n--- god..."

Aemi watched, watched his eyes, though they closed as she touched him. She didn't bother looking where her hand was going as it slid into the pajama pants, immediately touching the bare flesh, the tight curls of the slightly rough hair, nesting around a throbbing heat. She could feel his shivers, the slight twitching causing the heat to bounce lightly off her hand.

His hips jolted, and she could nearly feel his ache in the air. Delicate fingers lightly wrapped around the thickness, though what she felt surprised her. Rather than the typical veined flesh, she felt scars. Instantly her eyes tore from his, and she glanced over the member in her hands.

"Dar..." She whispered, in shock.
bad bad bad see, she saw it, she hates you she...
"I... I'm sorry, Aemi..."
"Shh... its ok... it still feels good, yeah?"
All she received was a nod.
"Then shh. Its alright."

She leaned down, her soft lips pressing to each and every scar she could see. A soft moan escaped the boy, his head being thrown back.

god her lips... so soft... feel so good... g...
"Aemi... I... I want you..."
"Not yet, Dar..."

Her lips closed, around the head, and the boy dropped away into a world of ecstasy. Hips rolled against her mouth, pushing more and more of the thick length in. Her head bobbed slowly, eyes staying open to watch over him as her tongue started to work, gliding over the underside, swirling around the base. Already his body was responding, and she realized, not a shock, of course, that he was a virgin.

feels so good... so damn good...

His moans filled the room, and she could feel the clear beads starting to coat her tongue. She bobbed a few times more, her tongue swirling over the shaft and head, focusing on the head, mostly. She wanted to show him true pleasure. Suckles grew in strength, and the boy let out a loud moan, almost a cry. It'd be soft enough to not wake anyone, but enough that Aemi could tell he felt the rush of his first orgasm. Thick, creamy seed filled her mouth, and her throat, Darien's hips bucking with each shot of his elixir.

Once his moans, and bucking ceased, Darien's eyes opened, watching as Aemi pulled away, gave a quick swallow, and a wiped her lips on the back of her hand.

"How was that, love?" She whispered.
"Mnnngh..."
"Still want more, or are you done for tonight, sweet boy?"
"Need you..."

Aemi nodded. And Darien watched as she slowly started to strip. He raised his hips, and pushed away his pants completely, laying, and blushing, completely naked before her. His scars looked silver in the pale moonlight, covering his entire body, showing Aemi for the first time just how crazy he was. Or had been, at this point... there hadn't been an outburst in months.

so beautiful...
"You're beautiful, Aemi..."
"So are you..."

Slowly her top slid up, the tank top freeing the swells, graceful curves of her breasts, the nipples capping them already erect. She'd wanted him for a while. The smooth plane of her stomach, so different, smoother, than the scarred one of his, he couldn't help but reach up to caress it. And then his hands moved up, gently exploring her breasts... Not since he was a child had he seen a naked woman. Not since he was a child had he even thought of how beautiful a female really was.

Slowly, the boxers disappeared as well, and he had a naked female, gently laying atop him. Her breasts pressed ever so lightly to his chest, her bright green eyes looking deeply into the steel of his. And suddenly, there it was. She could see the panic in his eyes as his hard member grazed over the lips. The fear, the thoughts of the rape, the abject pain that he could nearly feel when he'd seen his twin. Steel eyes glazed over, and tears started flowing.

no no no pain red red red hurt hurt dead death lost dead krystal dead lost fuck pain
"NO! NO NO NO NO! PAIN! RED! BLOOD! HURT!"

Instantly the weight was off of him, and his eyes flickered, looking back and forth till he realized that the arms suddenly around him were Aemi's. She was cradling him, holding him close, whispering in his ears.

"Hush my love... Shh... everything's alright..."
"No! NO! KRYSTAL!"
"She's alright, my sweet boy, it's alright. I promise you, she's alright now."
"NO!"
"Yes... its alright..."

She wasn't letting go. There he was, in all his insanity, eyes wide, tears pouring, screaming at the top of his lungs as he clawed into the pale flesh of Aemi's arms. And she wasn't letting go. She was still holding him close.

"Shh... I love you, Dar, nothing's going to happen. We won't do anything tonight, just lay in each others arms, alright? It's ok..."

Soon he just lay, sobbing, in her arms. His hands fell lifelessly to his sides, his body shaking. And then, there was a knock at the door. For the first time in months, his screams had awoken neighbors. Aemi knew Darien was in no shape to answer, so she threw on a long tee, and a pair of boxers, before she moved to the door.

"Hello? Can I help you?"
The new resident of the complex was glaring in all his portly glory. "Shut the fuck up with that screaming, or I'll call the cops."
Aemi's eyes blazed, "I'll have you know that the boy who lives here is in rough condition, and if he screams in pain, then go ahead, call the police, and they'll say it happens. Get over it, like everyone else has."
"Little bitch... YOU'll pay for waking me up then."
Another neighbor, next door this time, came out, instantly coming to Aemi's defense. "Look, jackass. This girl's done that boy a world of good. This is the first outburst in quite a while. You don't like the screams, you can leave." He turned to Aemi, with a smile, "Go take care of him... I've got this bastard."
"Thanks..." Aemi said, nodding, before she nearly slammed the door in the new man's face.

Darien was laying curled up when she returned, his mind racing.
hurt hurt hurt held me didn't let go not scared of me doesn’t mind knows Im crazy, doesn’t mind
"Hey my love..." She'd slipped into bed behind him, her arms instantly going around him again. She was stripped once again, naked, her breasts against his back the only smooth plane left on his body. "How are you?"
"S... so sorry, Aemi..."
"No. There's nothing for you to be sorry for, Darien. You're just not ready, its alright."
"N... no..."
"Yes. Its alright, my love..."

Slowly, he turned to face her, his eyes swollen, and red, his arms riddled with a few fresh cuts. Again, he felt her arms slip around him, holding him, keeping him safe. His head shifted forward, resting lightly on the pillows of her breasts, his eyes closing.

"That's it. We'll just sleep, Dar. It's no big deal... sex can wait. Wait until you're ready, my darling."

He was drifting off slowly, the boy's mind slowing down.
want her... need her... no pain no hurt... cant hurt my Aemi...
"Sleep, Darien... sleep..."
"N... night, Aem..."
"Night, my sweet Darien..."

Blissful sleep. Deep, dark, empty. Where not even dreams can reside. The depths of ones mind, was where he lay, lost in a sea of darkness, and all he could see, all he could feel, surrounding him, within him... was Aemiliah.