Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gears of War characters, except for Evelyn Thomson. I wrote this purely for my own twisted pleasure.
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After two exhausting weeks on the frontline, I threw my kit down, slamming the door shut haphazardly, and collapsed onto my comforting bed. I could have slept for a thousand hours if it wasn't for my roommate grieving, sobbing his heart out. I bolted up right in bed, too disturbed and caring to want to sleep and ignore the heart-wrenching tragedy that only sat on the bed across from me.
Starting to climb off the bed, I saw him hunched over with his face buried in his large, rough hands, struggling ever so desperately to hold himself up. I could see him shaking; the way his muscular body racked with overwhelming sadness ached my own heart and soul. He was broken beyond belief and I knew damn well that he blamed himself for the cause. I couldn't leave him in such a horrid state; someone had to stand up. That someone was going to be me.
Off the bed now, I slowly made my way over to my roommate and partner on the frontline among our other best friend. My chest heaved erratically as my nerves whacked out which meant I was horribly nervous. I had no idea as to how he was going to react. I sat down next to him, not sure if I should place a calm hand on his shoulder. I've never been in this situation before, not since Carlos.
"Dom, I…." I was at a loss for words but Dom seemed to be full of them as he opened up to me, a stream of fresh hot tears pouring from his eyes.
"I couldn't save my own fucking wife. I couldn't find her in time. I just….I…couldn't save her. I failed and I promised that I would never give up on her." At this moment, my heart sank down into stomach, vile stomach acid painfully eating away at my vital organ. Without hesitating this time, I planted my left shaky hand onto his right shoulder, signally that I was here for him and no one else.
When it came to coming up with something to soothe him, my mind was dead like a ghost's. All train of thought flew out the window. "Shh…it's not your-
"I had to shoot my own fucking wife. You should have seen her, Evie. She was emaciated, barely any flesh was on her frail bones but what flesh she had left, it was vile and graying like a victim who was tortured for years on end without stop. I was convinced that I would snap her in half after only holding her in my arms. Her once luscious, silky long black hair was reduced to patches on her head. And her face…..two identically scars ran across her face angrily. Her body bore her a million years old; she was sure to die at any moment but I….I was convinced that I could attempt to save her, that she was safe with me now and I would never let any of those goddamn grubs get a hold of her a second time. I would fucking rip their goddamn throats out and cut out their hearts, if they had any. You don't know what it was like, Evie….you simply don't know." He approved of my comforting now and leaned against me for support. I tried my best to hold him now.
He was right: I didn't know but I did understand the toll it took on him. I had heard from Marcus about Maria's death but he seemed to leave the details out and now I understand why. Such a gut-wrenching story it was and I wanted to cry out with Dom but he needed me. Needed me to be strong for him. I had known Maria for we were once friends, meeting before I became a Gear. And plus, I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. Sixteen years ago, I lost the love of my life, one of Marcus Fenix's best friends and Dominic Santiago's older brother. Hell, we all were best buddies but Carlos was different. We were meant to be together, either for good or for worse. I watched Carlos die in battle and even though he was a hero I still mourn for him, wishing that I could have found another way to save him but as always my actions weren't good enough. Because I wasn't good enough.
Ha. Listen to me wallowing in sorrow when it shouldn't be me at the moment. It's been sixteen years, sixteen agonizing years. I can still cope very well but sometimes nightmares creep upon like monsters lurking in the pitch black, waiting to strike and eat me alive, their sharp teeth tear my flesh off piece by piece. I should be over this by now but I can remember it as if it happened yesterday…..
Anyways, my point is…I know Dom's pain but not as much as him. He lost his brother, his children, his parents, and now his loving wife. All I was missing was, Carlos and a small significant other. I was long away from experiencing true loss, sorrow. I shouldn't be sulking off, moping around. I had to be strong. For the both of us.
"You're right. I don't know and I never will but I do know is that I am always here for you. You're family." My words were meaningless, stupid but I had nothing better to say that was more soothing.
"Maria didn't even recognize me. She was broken and twisted, tortured beyond comprehension. The sight was something out of a horror movie and I never thought it would be me as the main character. She was too traumatized to remember me, Evelyn. She was a ghost of her former self and I was too late to see it. Oh god…..I love her so much. How could I shoot her in the head like a fucking monster?" Dom went on in pain.
"No, not a monster. You did the right thing, even if you think you could have chosen something more successful. You ended her pain, there was nothing you could have done but be there. Those bastards didn't kill her." I almost choked up as I forced myself to speak these unearthly words out loud. "Don't blame yourself, Dom."
What a hypocrite I must've sounded like after saying that. I couldn't even follow my own advice and he knew this. He was smart enough to see through my bullshit.
"Ten fucking years and I blew it. I failed."
Out of his armor, I was able to hold him easier. I rocked back and forth like a frightened, beaten little girl for my own sake. I stroked his face like my father used to do when I was scared and sobbing uncontrollably as an innocent child. Being a child trying to live innocent in a shit hole, apocalyptic world like this was hard to preserve it but it was worth it. I also failed to protect an innocent black haired boy, shield him from all the terrors in life. At three years old, I lost my baby, my last living connection.
"I know you loved her as she did you so much. You can call out my bullshit later on but I want to you listen here and now. She's watching over you at this very moment, standing with Benedicto and Sylvia. Honestly, I need to believe this along with..Ca…him standing with them. It would more than kill me if I didn't hold onto this. It helps me deal with the…pain….and…."
A strand of my silky black hair moved in front of my face, annoying me like pestering flies swarming me to no avail. Being considerate, Dom reached up and moved the strand of hair of the way, tucking it gently behind my right ear.
"You had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to Carlos. Marcus told me the entire story. It's alright now, Evelyn." He choked on his own words. A few hot tears sprung from my own eyes. Why did I feel so ashamed, so angered and hurt once again?
I tried to smirk but I just couldn't. "Now, you're bullshitting me, Dominic. It's not alright but what else is there to do? Hope is all that we can fight to hold on to. Taking it for granted and pushing it to the curb is suicide. Hope is all we've got and we can't risk losing it,"
Dom opened his mouth to say something insightful but nothing came out, like he was dumbstruck. I doubt that my words were inspiring, though how else was I expected to mend him when I needed the same comfort now as well? While hope wasn't entirely enough, it was good enough to get you through the long, winded day.
Being unobservant, I hadn't noticed that Dom was stroking my face with his large hand; his touch was gentle as if he could break my jaw with a snap of his fingers if he weren't careful. His fingers brushed against the scarred skin beside my left eye, feeling where two nasty scars ran down my eye; my life had been in a state of recklessness at one point. His touch wasn't friendly, it was something more….and then I realized that I had been crying; my eyes had to be red and puffy shamefully.
I turned my head as he wiped my tears. With my free hand, I gripped my stomach. My baby was gone as well. "Carlos was the father, wasn't he?" He asked.
"You already knew that." Little Damon was a beautiful black haired boy who is mischievous yet I loved him to death. He was my last living connection to Carlos Santiago and I lost him as I lost his father. I was a failure but neither none of them had given up on me. Should I have done the same to myself?
Grabbing his wandering hand, I held it in my two hands, feeling the roughness of his skin. He felt warm unlike my cold self. Along the side of his hand, I planted kisses, a dormant habit of Dom's brother Carlos Santiago for when he wanted to be intimate. "I'll be alright, though. It's been so long but my thoughts dwell into the dark and I can't help stop them from swallowing me whole, spitting me out into a pit of hell. You shouldn't be worrying about me. I was supposed to be here comforting you about Maria and you're….."
I was suddenly cut off as a finger was pushed against my lips. "We'll figure this out together," Shifting out of my lose hold, he sat himself up, his face only inches from mine; heat radiated off the two of us like imulsion fumes mixing together. Both hands on either side of my face, he tasted my full pink lips without signally any warning, His glossy tongue swirled around in my moist mouth, his breath smelled of nicotine. My senses flared, my first instinct wanting to jerk away, but I found myself giving in to him, owing him just that much. I was weak.
I felt his hands trail down my face, down my shoulders, until they reached my chest. His fingers pushed past my COG tags until they got in his way so he decided on lifting them off me, throwing them to the floor without ease. Through my tang top, he groped my breasts as if he wore eager for them. I shuddered, eager for him but that would be taking advantage of him.
Dom leaned his head down, his lips nibbling on my smooth skin, forcing me to tilt my head back; a small moan escaping from my lips so silent that Dom couldn't hear it but I stole a small glimpse and saw that he bared his teeth in a half-forced smile. Ripping my shirt off in one quick second, he forced his hands underneath me, gripping my ass, and lifted me up and on to his strong lap, my legs hitched around his waist.
My black bra was all too small for my breasts and Dom seemed to make no complaints about the matter. Unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor, my milk-white, plump breasts revealing their true self to the man before me. Starved, he sucked on both, biting in between. A moan escaped from my lips just as he buried his face in my warm chest; my womanhood was twice as warm…and moist. Before I could respond, he kissed the cool flesh of my stomach until he decided that my pants had to go. Whirling us around, he pushed me down on his bed with force, pouncing on top of me without hesitation. Before unzipping my tight black pants which had to be sticking to my creamy smooth skin, he whipped his head up, mentally asking me whether or not I wanted to continue.
Dom and I were both starved sexually, though that didn't really seem to worry us because there were other matters at stake to deal with. Dom has never been with another woman before. I cannot remember the last I had sex—not since Carlos died sixteen years ago. Honestly, I wanted this. I wanted Dom more than he desired me. Indicating that I wanted-no I needed him- I ripped at his shirt. Shirtless, I groped his muscular, toned chest and in return, he pulled off my tight fitting pants and panties. Teasing me with his tongue, and damn he knew how to work it, he reached down to my wet, impatient pussy. His head down, he worked his tongue between my legs, ravaging my clit so fucking much I was about to burst. Against the firm bed, my back arched, my body tingled and shuddered, loving all the dirty things he was doing to me.
"Dom….Oh…Dom…" His tongue was like a serpent, a god like device given to him. He licked me clean, having me only release myself on to him which I submissively licked off him. My lily white thighs tingled as my pussy throbbed, screaming to Dom for him to take me right now. His pants and boxers were the very last things to go, joining my pile of clothing.
"Do you want this, Evie?" He demanded, orally assaulting me with his luscious mouth, his stubby beard grazing against the opening of my wet womanhood. I nodded my head which wasn't enough for Dominic Santiago. He wanted me begging to the heavens. "Say you want me, Evelyn. Admit it or I'll leave this instant." Giving me no time to react, he took two fingers and forced them straight into my cunt, moving them in and out roughly. I spread my legs further apart for him, allowing him more free movement. Underneath him I squirmed, dying for him to move faster…and harder. "Evelyn, say it."
"Fuck me, now!" I half screamed, not caring who listening, not even Marcus who had to be sleeping in the room next to ours. "I want you so fucking badly!" I panted loudly, the air around us steamy, and I explored his marvelously sculpted thighs, squeezing them hard, having the need to taste his flesh. Wanting to take control, he grabbed both writs and with one hand, he pinned them above my head. "Harder. Faster, Dom." The muscles of my pussy pounded against his fingers just as I was ready to burst, my sweet cum spraying over his face again.
With his cock aching terribly to slip deep into me after years of being dormant, he suddenly plunged right into me with all his force, causing me to gasp and inhale what pain surged through me, my hands gripping his muscle toned back. My nails dug into his lush skin as he pumped harder, faster into me, engulfing my insides with his throbbing dick. "You are so fucking tight, Evie, it's not even funny." He gritted his teeth as he forced all of himself in me and then out, thrusting into me with the force of an all mighty god. In between thrusts, he licked and kissed my creamy breasts, getting the best of me. The pain faded away and pleasured flowed through me, like when I gave my virginity to Carlos.
Panting loudly, I wanted more of Dom inside me. I wanted him to fuck me furiously, pounding so deep into me that I exploded. And I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock to show him the immense amount of pleasure I felt but I was held down whether I wanted to be or not.
"I could squeeze through a mouse hole than your fucking cunt. Fuck," This time he moaned, pumping faster now and harder until…exhaustion took over the both of us. Sweating and catching his breath, he pulled out of me and collapsed beside my naked form, grabbing and taking me in his huge arms. "Fuck, Evie. I haven't…..fucked like an animal since Maria and I sent the kids to my parents' two weeks before E-day." In the moment, he planted a kiss on my forehand which meant to be insignificant but in reality, we both knew what it actually meant. "Thank you, Evie."
Why was he thanking me for? I wanted this just as much as he desperately needed to fuck. Before I could open my mouth to reply, he beat me to the punch: "Honestly, I really needed that. You truly are a great friend and-"
"Whoa, Dominic! Don't say like a sister, because after our little sexual frustration tonight, I believe I have to give up that title." I cut him off, stroking his arm and kissed him back.
"….And I know you will always be there for me. You're pretty loyal, you know that and don't say it's because I was there when my brother died. Let's just say that you were here for me tonight at the right time. We're close and for that, I'm grateful."
"Dom?"
"What is it, Evelyn?"
"Just shut up." And I leaned forward and crashed my lips against his. Sometimes it was better off to not say anything, even if they had good intentions. "But I'm not saying your welcome because I rather enjoyed it."
"You rather enjoyed it?" He glared down at me.
"Fuck you," The words rolled right off my tongue in a sultry manner.
"Evelyn," He warned.
Ah shit, did he really want me to admit it out loud?
"The best I ever had, you fucker."
An unexpected series of pounding on the door suddenly had us startled to no end. "Who is it?" Dom sounded like he was annoyed for the interruption. It was like two in the morning. Who the hell was it this late? "I'm a little busy in here…."
"I'm not looking for you." The stern voice of Marcus Fenix had the both of us dashing off the damned bed and scrambling to pull our clothes on. "I'm looking for Evelyn." My heart nearly stopped.
"Just a second." Properly dressed, I threw on my boots, tying the laces up. There was no way I could face Marcus, not when my face was flustered. "On second thought, give me a few minutes."
There was an abrupt pause from Marcus, like he was hesitating. "Forget it, Evelyn. I want to have a word with you after dawn. Get some sleep for once. You're gonna need it..."
Dom waited a minute before he inquired, "What do you think that was about?" I knew he was only acting clueless in case Marcus was listening in. Nah, I doubt he would do that. He was decent but then again, the walls were pretty thin to begin with.
"I don't know." Marcus' words 'You're gonna need it' entered my mind. "He wasn't too happy with it."
"He's going to eat you alive, Evie." Dom pointed out. Necessarily, I wasn't in trouble but there was something between us, not romantic, at least I don't think so at the moment. Baird called it a "special relationship" but that was pretty perverse. Either way, it was just like that but much more complicated.
"Yeah, like I didn't know that already..." I scoffed and threw my boots off.
"You gonna confess to him?"
"I'm a grown woman for fucks sake! He has no control over my private life. He can't possibly do anything over me fucking you." Or maybe he was jealous...
"Wait! What are you doing?"
"I'm exhausted, Dom. You tired me out even more."
"Come back over here, will you?" Wrapping an arm around me, he pulled me back on to his bed, laying me down with him. So...he wasn't done coping yet, huh? While he was starting to have some life back into him, I could still see the pain in his face. If staying in his arms for the night meant he would get a good night's rest and wouldn't look like shit afterwards, then I would do just that.
Whatever gets him through the night peacefully is all that matters, I thought. I just wished I could take his pain away for more than half an hour...
