In this chapter, BB and Rigant (my OC) start to...get along...;)
Rated M for nudity and BB's sadistic nature.
This is the first fanfic I've made so CONSTRUCTIVE critisism would be nice and just a review anyway :)
I don't own Death Note or any of the characters associated with it. They all belong to their respective owners. If I did, L would always be smiling and BB would be a healthy eater.
"I can see you, Beyond." I coax. "Your eyes give you away. Even in the darkest shadows."
He stands up, his red shinigami eyes glinting dangerously despite the lack of light. He advances towards me, pushing me into the wall.
I feel my heart pounding against my chest, but not in fear. In excitement. I was finally meeting the man I had watched for so long.
He presses me further into the wall. For someone so skinny, he sure is strong. He brings his face to mine and I smell the strawberry hint on his breath from the jam he eats.
I close my eyes and breathe in the intoxicating scent. I open my eyes and see him looking at me, amusement shining in his eyes. He picks up a small blade and makes a small incision on his lip.
The scent of blood mingles with that of the strawberry and it hits me like a sudden wave. My body shakes with a feral instinct and I tackle him to the floor, licking the blood from his chin and sucking it from his lip.
He forces me onto my back and licks up my throat, my jaw and up the side of my face. I hear myself give an involuntary moan before I can catch it and hold it back.
He smirks and I feel his hands trail down my sides. "You wanted me..." his deep, monotone voice murmurs against my skin. "...you've got me..."
He unzipped my jacket and threw it off to one side, before reaching to the back of my dress and unzipping that, too. "How much do you want me?" he growled in my ear.
My answer was pulling his face to mine and kissing him deeply.
He chuckled darkly and slipped the satin from my shoulders. "I won't be finished with you until you scream for me...Rigant."
My eyes shot open as the mention of my name brought back haunting memories I'd rather forget. "Don't call me that!" I snap. "It's my slave name."
He nodded in understanding. "You're right, R, I apologise." He muttered, looking away.
"Don't be, Beyond." I reply, kissing him once more.
He seemed to remember what was going on and finished slipping the dress from my small form. He discarded that to the side as well, before grabbing my hands and pulling me up.
I squealed as his cold hands trailed along my back and sides. "No fair." I muttered, pulling his shirt over his head.
He grabbed it from me and threw it on the pile of clothes in the corner. He quickly and expertly unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, forcing me backwards towards his bed. Pushing my shoulders with his, he pressed his chest against me, forcing my knees to bend, making me fall onto the soft mattress and satin comforter.