Triangle

Mela rushed up the stairs, panting with excretion and excitement. She knew! She finally knew who has wanted. Mela was a bit surprised with herself but after kissing Rodas, she knew that it was not him she wanted. It was Javan! As Rodas hands had traveled down her sides, she could only see Javan and his pleading eyes. Those eyes that were filled with devotion and sadness and aggression and passion all at once and made her veins burn with iciness. Mela could not believe herself for wanting reckless and seductive Javan but she was too sure of it now to stop her climb.
On the thirteenth floor, Mela stopped to breath and leaned tiredly on the rail of the stairs. Her lungs and throat were on fire, her muscles protested angrily and her heart was thundering against her skull. She felt slightly nauseous as lightly approached the door to Javan’s home. It was flung wide open, revealing the disastrous wreck of fury thrown all over the room. Mela was breathing harshly, her chest rising and falling painfully. Through the rubble, Mela looked for Javan with her hand trying to calm her throbbing heart. Her disheveled mane fell around her bare shoulder and into her eyes.
“Javan,” she whispered, hoarsely. It was hard to believe that moments ago she had been caught in the middle of this destruction, this fight between illusion and sanity. Mela could still feel that lusty beast of rage and desire and betrayal seethed in the walls and floor. It crushed at her sides and she struggled to maintain a steady breath. Her foot lightly kicked trinkets about as the room stretched on like a tomb. Hot, unshed tears sprung to her eyes as she took in and her sense snapped together.
She caused this. It was her fault that this had happened, that she had caused a strong warrior to crumble into insanity. Mela stopped in the middle of the mess and sobbed. She was being overwhelmingly foolish and fickle and naïve. She had turned her back on this man just a few moments before, holding on to whatever stable foundation that had made her world. Mela had broken his heart and fled with his enemy out of fear. He would not want her and she began to doubt that in her absentminded and erratic heart that she wanted to come back. Why could not she decide? He was dangerous and capricious and merciless and bloodthirsty. She pitied and loved him but feared him. It was a battle of heart and mind and she would never win. Mela sucked in a breath. She really was insane. She did not know what to do.
“Mela.” She turned. Rodas was at the threshold of hell as she stood in the middle with his hand behind his back. A strong breeze rushed through the expose wall and blew her hair around her face. She shook with cold and fear and indecision. Mela swallowed and looked around lazily. “What are you doing, Mela? Why did you run out of my arms?”
“I do not know myself,” Mela replied with a weak smile. “I love you but it is different from the way I love Javan.”
“Love Javan? I thought you despised him.”
“There is a fine line between love and hate, my dear, Rodas. He frightens me and he threatens me but he loves me and he protects me. I fear him and I loathe his darkness but than I pity him and I care for him. I feel like I drowning.”
“Oh, Mela. You are upset. Come on, let us leave this place.” Mela looked around and turned toward Rodas when something surged from the shadows. A blow sent her into a solid wall and a blanket fluttered to the ground over her. She gathered her sense quickly and went to remove the sheet from her form when she heard a sickening crack something suddenly fell beside her. Something splattered on the sheet and a hand went to reach for her. Mela dodged it and brushed against the wall before falling listlessly to the ground. Shaking, Mela pulled the sheet away from her face. Rodas lay with his face white and streaked with red. A knife was clenched in his hand that had been hidden from her. Mela shrieked and turned her head toward the wall to hide her eyes from the ugly sight. She had seen corpses before and did not flinch. Mela lived with warriors and it was common to see bodies but something affected her that she felt like she was going to vomit. Mela sobbed and kept her hand to her mouth. At her back, she felt someone crouch behind her and push the body aside.
Tentative and wet hands made a motion to embrace her but she shuddered and they quickly drew back. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gagged and sobbed and hiccupped all at once. The hands, hot and sticky and bold, grasped her this time and roughly pulled her away from the sanctuary of the wall. Mela gasped as she was taken in by warm and powerful arms and crushed against a strong chest. Blood smeared on her arms as Javan rubbed her shoulders and she nearly vomited with disgust.
“Mela…Mela…I am sorry.” Javan whispered, his head buried in hair.
“What?”
“Rodas. He…he tried to kill you. He started to come after you and…”
“He did?” Mela looked at the broken and bloody body of Rodas than at Javan, his pale green eyes blazing with fury and disgust. Now her head was spinning and she felt nauseous and cold and confused. Javan gently pulled her to her feet, his arms still strongly around her, protective and firm. Javan picked her off her feet and slung her over her shoulder. He had done this many times before and it ceased to amaze her out effortlessly he picked her up. She watched as the body of Rodas and the room of Hell disappeared forever as they transcended the stairs. Everything was too surreal.
When they reached the seventh floor, Javan put Mela down. She was still trying to gather everything that happened but it would not piece together. Rodas tried to kill her. Javan saved her. Why did Javan save her? Mela brushed herself off, blood drying on her bare arms and midriff. She looked up question at Javan and icy fear swept though her. Javan’s eyes were a blaze of fury and betrayal and bloodthirsty desire. She had seen the look before. When he was about the kill, silent and skillful. His weapon of chose, a noose, was tight in one hand. Why had she not noticed that before? Than it dawned on her. She betrayed him and he did not want Rodas the pleasure.
“Turn around, Mela.” Javan hissed. “Turn around and accept your fate, you bitch.”
Mela sighed slowly. So this was how it was going to end. Mela straightened herself out and looked up at Javan defiantly. No, she was not foolish to defy him or to fight. She would not win and she could not run. Yet, if she was going to be killed, she wanted to kiss him before she died. She always had wanted to kiss him, in those brief moments of calm she had experienced with him. Mela was sure of that more than anything else. She cautiously placed her hands on his shoulder and pushed herself up on her toes. Javan froze underneath her and his hands were white from gripping the noose. Mela took a deep breath and with eyes shut pressed a feathery kiss against his dry lips. She ran her tongue along his lips, just brief and gentle. Than she pulled away, turned around and lifted her head to expose her neck.
“Okay. I am ready.” Her voice quivered. The noose fell over her head and gently on her shoulders. The coarse rope rubbed against her flesh and she winced. Her head jerked as Javan tightened the hold and then time stood still. He did not move for a moment. She could feel him breathing heavily behind her. Without warning, he pulled her head back with the noose as a leash and tilted her head back to face him.
“Tricky, Mela. That kisses…that kiss…why did you have to fucking kiss me?” He snarled with his eyes hot and blazing.
“You did not like it?” He grabbed her hand and placed it to his lower region where a bulge had formed.
“I love it. Right now I want nothing more than to kiss you and ravish you and be inside you and have you scream my name.”
“Oh.” Mela could not think of anything to say. His low, husky tone rumbled in his chest and she could feel every vibration.
“Then you choose Rodas…” he cried for a moment.
“It was an obvious mistake. I came back to you.”
“You hate me.”
“Of course I do. You are an insane man but I love you as well. Do you not hate and love me right now too?”
“Yes. Than what do you propose we do?”
“What can we do? I have nothing else in the world and neither do you. We are both alone, no one wants use. Not the village or our families or our friends. You are the devil, remember. And I am…I am just a mistake.” Mela said bitterly
“We have each other,” Javan whispered, longingly. His fingers stroked the side of her cheeks, his lips pressed against her ears. “That is why a perfect were together. Did you not ever see that.”
“No. I was too afraid of you and the rest to see anything.” Javan’s hands trailed down her sides and gripped her hips. He pressed her against his growing erection. The tail of the noose hung lazily against her back.
“Are you afraid of me now,” he growled.
“Yes.” She felt Javan smile as he kissed her bare shoulders, his tongue flickering to caress her flesh. He removed the noose and though it to the side as he placed a trailing of hot, wet kisses along her neck. Mela turned around in his grasp, pressing and molding her body to his and capturing his wondering mouth in a searing kiss. Javan chuckled against her mouth as his hand slipped under her chemise to cup her ample breast. She gasped when he firmly but gently gave the large flesh a squeeze. His tongue snaked eagerly into her open mouth, exploring every inch of her. Mela pulled away, breathing hard. Javan’s eyes were dilated and his mouth red.
“Javan…I…”
“Yes.”
“I…I…”Javan gave her breast another squeeze. All thought flew from her mind, replaced by overwhelming lust. She was going to say that she could not do it. Everything was too…screw up for her to throw herself at him. She betrayed him and fled with someone else who tried to kill her. Javan himself tried to kill her just moments ago and caused her hell and they hated each other but loved each other and now they were entwined like to lovers. It was all too much but lust and the growing heat in her lower region overtook all logic.
“Oh…forget it…”Mela crushed her lips on his and ran her tongue over his mouth. He opened up for her and their tongues danced together as their bodies grew hotter and hotter. Javan hands abandoned her breast and skimmed to her back thighs. He picked her up and pressed her against a nearby wall. Mela wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers in his hair. She could feel his erection press against her thighs. Javan’s mouth left her lips, bruised and hot, for her neck as he nipped and licked and kissed and sucked at her flesh.
“Wait…we…” she tried again. Javan growled and bit her shoulder.
“No more interruptions, Mela. Either you want to fuck or not.”
“I was going to say we need a bed.” Javan chuckled, his tongue licking her flesh.
“Silly, naïve girl. We don’t need a bed. We are going to do it right here.”
“But it is…”
“Mela,” Javan scolded, his hips surging forward suddenly. “Tradition does not apply to us. We are not apart of it anymore. I have waited to long for this moment and we cannot deny this any longer. It is now or never, Mela, my love. Make your choice.”
“Do it.” Javan smiled and set her down. Mela was breathing hard, leaning on the wall for support. Javan unclothes himself quickly, exposing himself and his erection haughtily. Mela swallowed sharply as Javan stepped toward her and bit her out ear gently.
“Behold, Mela, the beauty of man.” he purred as he removed her chemise and fiddled with the string of her pants. He pushed the tan material down her legs, grinning up at her exposed form. “I know you have never seen one let alone been with one, am I right?”
“Yes,” she answered hoarsely.
“Good. You are mine and mine alone. But I will give you no mercy.”
“I did not think you would, Javan.” Javan stood up and again his hands were at the back of her nude thighs. But this time thin material did not shield his erection from her. Mela wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt the tip of her erection against her wet folds. Javan leaned her against the wall and gently kissed her temples.
“This will hurt my love. But do not worry, it will not last. This will be an experience that will last you for lives to come.” Mela nodded, preparing herself for him with her eyes shut and her hands gripping him shakily. A small part of her mind could not believe that she was doing this. It was insanity and reckless and dangerous.
But, perhaps she was insane. Mela was about let Javan take her in a sacred ritual without a bed and without any assurance that after he had taken her, he would not kill her. She was about to object when his hips surged forward and his erection impaled into her slick nest. Mela screamed and cried in pain which were taken as Javan pressed his mouth on his. Tears ran down her cheeks and sobs overcame her throat. Javan did not move for a moment. After he was sure she would not make anymore screams of pain, he gently licked her tears.
“Do not cry, love. Please do no cry.” His voice was soft and pleading, a jump from his uncaring and seductive mood before. Mela apologized, resting her head on his shoulders. He smoothed her hair with one hand. He slowly began to move his hips against hers, pushing his erection in and out slowly.
“What happened to no mercy,” Mela mocked, moaning gently. Her hips began to slightly thrust to meet his. Pain course through Mela as he moved. She wanted the pain to go away.
“If you insist, Mela.” Javan began to increase his thrust, pulling in and out at a faster rate than before. Mela moaned, the wet sounds of the union soft in her ears. She met his thrusts erratically at first but soon they found a common rhythm as their sped increase. The pain disappeared followed by overwhelming pleasure. Mela held onto Javan as he frantically pumped himself in her, her walls encasing him perfectly. Javan slammed her against the wall roughly, his mouth falling to one of her meaty breast that was moving with their thrusts. He took one in his mouth and bit and sucked. Mela gasped, closing her eyes to the sensation. His tongue flicked her nipple sensuously as his thrust started to penetrate her even deeper and wilder. She felt a sensation begin to grow deep within her.
“Mela,” he suddenly panted. His hair fell in his eyes, damp.
“Yes.”
“Will you always be mine?” It took her a second to reply. A rippling affect began to spread through her. Javan’s toned body was pressed against her and her back was pressed against the wall. She kissed him, simple and sweet and drew her nails along her back.
“Ye…ye….yes.” Her answer turned into a scream as a hard orgasm hit her. She never felt like this before. It was a wonderful, intense feeling. Javan’s orgasm soon followed as he emptied himself deep within her. Shaking and tired, Mela leaned against Javan’s body. He held her close to him, his face turned toward her hair and still inside her. He slowly set her down onto the ground, brushing her hair out of her face. He relaxed beside her as Mela fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and spooned up against her.
“Gather your strength, Mela. You are mine to do whatever I please.”


Do not ask. This was half based on a dream I had. It kind of changed more and more as I wrote it. There was no real plot before, just really this scene that was embellished a lot. Well please R/R. This is a one-shot deal.