Moonlight (Finished)
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,670
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Moonlight
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please keep in mind that neither I am a native English speaker nor I use English in my daily life, so in case you come across a misspelling, a grammatically incorrect sentence or simply something that does not seem to make sense at all, let me know. :)
And now, on with the story!
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Open night in the restless city. A skyscraper looming before me, the lights in its hundred windows the only stars the urban sky will ever know of. I smile in anticipation as I pick up the lock and enter the building.
There is a lift. I ignore it and choose the stairs. I move swiftly up, silent like a hunter lest my prey becomes aware, and it doesn’t take long for me to reach the fourth floor. Be careful now, I tell myself. A thin slice of a moon shines weakly through an open window at the end of the corridor, silvery and serene.
A plain wooden door leads way to his apartment. One would think he’d be more careful. Or less confident. It’s just too easy to get past it and into the hallway, and just then the word too turns as excruciatingly apparent as the sudden pain in my stomach when a knee hits it. My back bangs against a wall, my arms are lifted over my head out of the blue. His eyes —Kei’s eyes —fix upon me. Not the eyes of a victim but the eyes of the marauder. He knows why I’m here, but he has other ideas in his twisted mind.
Lips kissing me roughly, a tongue thrust into the depths of my mouth. I struggle until I almost manage to escape, only to feel the blood dripping from my nose as a result of a hard blow. The soft red carpet receives my body when it is kicked down to the floor. I glimpse at my knife in Kei’s hands and I cannot make out when he stole it. Not that it matters anymore. It is dim save for a small lamp playing Chinese shadows on his face.
He is over me now, cutting off my clothes, licking the blood off my nose. I’ll kill you for this, I whisper, grabbing him by the hair and pulling with all my strength, grinning when he screams. Down I push his head and the next kiss does come from me. My nails are already digging figures into the naked flesh of his back. I am inflamed in both hatred and lust as our bodies respond to each other’s call. The faintest smell of food comes from a nearby flat. My knife is thrown aside and forgotten.
I shiver, moan. He is lapping my nipples, perchance biting them. A hand has gone to my sex, seizing the full length of it, squeezing it to make it grow. My own hands are all but fists. Pleasure versus humiliation, a mixture deadly and palatable, very much like poison in a glass of wine. I fight back and manage to get up, barely conscious of my nudity yet utterly conscious of my arousal. Kei is conscious and naked and aroused too, a tempting devil from hell. How I would like to erase that daring smirk. But he is way too fast even for me. I’m once more thrown onto the carpet so the soft fabric caresses my right cheek, my buttocks are parted wide and all of a sudden he has plunged deep inside me, making me bleed.
There is pain and rhythm embedded in his movements. There is heat. My intimacy is a prisoner in the jail of his fingers as them torturers proceed with their work, and there is no escape when Kei unexpectedly quivers in his ecstasy. It seems I can’t stand his seed mingling with my blood, yet I must yield. His body wraps me as he stops shaking and the single thought triggers the gun. I’m not myself anymore but a vessel of fulfilled desire. Maybe the moonlight shimmers beneath my closed lids.
Open night in the restless city. I leave with no words and a promise.
Tomorrow, I’ll be back.
And now, on with the story!
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Open night in the restless city. A skyscraper looming before me, the lights in its hundred windows the only stars the urban sky will ever know of. I smile in anticipation as I pick up the lock and enter the building.
There is a lift. I ignore it and choose the stairs. I move swiftly up, silent like a hunter lest my prey becomes aware, and it doesn’t take long for me to reach the fourth floor. Be careful now, I tell myself. A thin slice of a moon shines weakly through an open window at the end of the corridor, silvery and serene.
A plain wooden door leads way to his apartment. One would think he’d be more careful. Or less confident. It’s just too easy to get past it and into the hallway, and just then the word too turns as excruciatingly apparent as the sudden pain in my stomach when a knee hits it. My back bangs against a wall, my arms are lifted over my head out of the blue. His eyes —Kei’s eyes —fix upon me. Not the eyes of a victim but the eyes of the marauder. He knows why I’m here, but he has other ideas in his twisted mind.
Lips kissing me roughly, a tongue thrust into the depths of my mouth. I struggle until I almost manage to escape, only to feel the blood dripping from my nose as a result of a hard blow. The soft red carpet receives my body when it is kicked down to the floor. I glimpse at my knife in Kei’s hands and I cannot make out when he stole it. Not that it matters anymore. It is dim save for a small lamp playing Chinese shadows on his face.
He is over me now, cutting off my clothes, licking the blood off my nose. I’ll kill you for this, I whisper, grabbing him by the hair and pulling with all my strength, grinning when he screams. Down I push his head and the next kiss does come from me. My nails are already digging figures into the naked flesh of his back. I am inflamed in both hatred and lust as our bodies respond to each other’s call. The faintest smell of food comes from a nearby flat. My knife is thrown aside and forgotten.
I shiver, moan. He is lapping my nipples, perchance biting them. A hand has gone to my sex, seizing the full length of it, squeezing it to make it grow. My own hands are all but fists. Pleasure versus humiliation, a mixture deadly and palatable, very much like poison in a glass of wine. I fight back and manage to get up, barely conscious of my nudity yet utterly conscious of my arousal. Kei is conscious and naked and aroused too, a tempting devil from hell. How I would like to erase that daring smirk. But he is way too fast even for me. I’m once more thrown onto the carpet so the soft fabric caresses my right cheek, my buttocks are parted wide and all of a sudden he has plunged deep inside me, making me bleed.
There is pain and rhythm embedded in his movements. There is heat. My intimacy is a prisoner in the jail of his fingers as them torturers proceed with their work, and there is no escape when Kei unexpectedly quivers in his ecstasy. It seems I can’t stand his seed mingling with my blood, yet I must yield. His body wraps me as he stops shaking and the single thought triggers the gun. I’m not myself anymore but a vessel of fulfilled desire. Maybe the moonlight shimmers beneath my closed lids.
Open night in the restless city. I leave with no words and a promise.
Tomorrow, I’ll be back.