Hey there comrades,

This is my second time writing a Fifty Shades' fanfiction. The first time didn't exactly work out, but I just couldn't stop running different scenarios in my head about new things I could do with Ana and Christian. So this is the final product of a lot of daydreaming in class and random scribblings in the back of my notebook.

Hope you enjoy...

CHRISTIAN'S POV

I felt the pounding of the deafening rock music downstairs penetrate the thin walls of my murky bedroom. I could hear bottles being smashed and people shouting incoherent ramblings in their state of drunkenness. The lighting was dim, as my bedside lamp was covered by one of my shabby t-shirts and the room smelled of the latest weed fag the girl of the hour had lit.

Her platinum blonde hair was in a tidy slick back bun that gave me the perfect view as her smooth lips engulfed my excited raft. I've had Olivia before, not quite as often as her best friend Samantha, but right now I had no idea why I preferred one over the other, they were practically identical.

She hummed and her hot breath made the skin of my moistened organ feel as if on fire. I'd made her cum so hard, she felt the need to pay back the favor, and truly, who was I to argue with the girl?

I placed both hands on the sides of her head and stopped her movements, she looked questioningly up at me but without response I proceeded to fuck her burning mouth with purpose, eager to find my release. Her muffled groans kept getting louder as I felt my liquid desire straining to pulse out of me. When I finally let the waves of pleasure overtake me, I forgot everything around me and gave myself to the familiar feeling of my orgasm.

As I rode my ephemeral release, I became aware of someone coughing. I looked to my left and found Olivia doubled over the bed emptying her stomach of my seed. Oh, that's why.

Note to self: Don't let Olivia give head.

A look of disgust contorted her features as she looked down at the mess she'd made on the floor.

"Shit," she swore, "I shouldn't have done that."

"You think?" I muttered.

"Hey! You didn't seem to mind."

I chuckled, "True."

She smiled and picked up her jeans from the floor and started putting them on, groaning as they were so damn tight they probably cut the circulation of her toned legs.

"Leaving so soon?"

"I have to go back to Mark." She didn't sound very excited.

"You mean your incredibly devoting boyfriend? The one who makes you cum six ways to Sunday?" I scoffed, "Oh wait... no, that's me."

"We've hooked up before, don't start getting all creepy about it." She sneered while adjusting her bra. I didn't even get why she'd wear one, those tits were hard as hell. She'd had them done last year. Her boyfriend paid for them, who knows why? They looked faker than the orgasms he probably gave her.

"No need to emphasize that. Like I'd actually brag about you." I grabbed a cigarette from my nightstand and lit it up with my favorite ace of spades zippo lighter.

She didn't seem insulted, but merely rolled her eyes and retorted. "Like someone will actually listen to you."

"Ouch. Really? You're picking on my loner status? Talk about below the belt."

She sighed exasperated. "Look Christian, this stops now. No more quickies in bathroom stalls or drunk sex on getties, okay?"

"Fine with me," I shrugged. "By the way, can you tell Samantha to meet with me tomorrow after school? Bitch can actually swallow."

Furious, she threw a pillow at my head with astonishing force. Damn, what do they feed cheerleaders this days? Her eyes burned with anger. I knew I'd hit a soft spot, but I just couldn't find a fuck to give.

"You're a prick, you know that?"

"No I didn't, thanks for being so insightful, Olivia." I replied sarcastically.

"Go fuck yourself!" She stormed towards the door.

"Tried. Can't bend that far." I yelled right before she slammed it shut.

I stayed in my room for some time, finishing my cig before lazily getting up to fish for my scattered clothes. I only managed to find my ripped up pants thrown over my desk chair. However my shirt was nowhere to be found and I decided to just screw it, this was my house after all.

Before I left for the door I took in my disheveled reflection in the standing mirror. My worn jeans had stuck with me since sophomore year, but they had lost their strength and now hanged loosely from my hips. Without my shirt, a happy trail was visible from my bellybutton to the promise land. I had both my arms completely tattooed from wrists to shoulder blades. I've been collecting ink on my body since I turned fifteen , three years ago, they were all meaningful in one way or another. I also had my knuckles tattooed with the letters "H-A-R-D" on my right hand, and "C-O-R-E" on the left. My chest said "Live Fast Die Young" across my collarbones. And that was about as far as ink on me went. Piercings weren't as prominent to me as they were last year, but I'd kept one in the arch of my right eyebrow for old times' sake.

My hair was a statement all in its own. Since I can remember, I've tried extensive ways to tame the wilderness on my head to no avail. Over time I just gave up as there was no way to reason with it.

My eyes were tainted red, thanks to the extensive illegal use of heavenly substances the party offered, but still gray enough to turn a head or two. I wasn't stupid enough to think chicks let me screw them because of my charming personality. I knew the rumors that circulated the school-"You have to sleep with Christian Grey at least once before you graduate."-"I hear he reaches spots you didn't even knew existed."-"He's been with older women and broken up marriages."-"He refuses to date anyone, since he gets so much ass for free." I just shrugged them all off, no need for them to know which ones were true and false.

I was a rarity in a small town, my appearance drew them in, my bedroom skills kept them satisfied, but the orgasmic haze instantly vanished when I opened my mouth and turned into the insufferable asshole I know myself to be. Just ask Olivia for her statement.

As I headed downstairs, I felt my ears began to thud with the intensity of the music from the stereos. I wasn't really able to recognize the song until the chorus went "Just keep going faster babe, faster babe..." from one of my sister's favorite bands. Of course Mia was here. I groaned thinking of all the bitching I was going to put up with.

Ignoring the familiar all-the-same party surroundings, I made my way to the kitchen, feeling much too sober for my taste. It took me a while to get there since the whole house was packed, and that was saying something since this was basically the biggest residence in town, but once I was just a few steps from the liquor, something caught my eye.

Sophia Anderson and some blonde dude eating each other's faces. Me and Sophia were exclusive freshman year. My family and I had just moved here from Chicago and I had just stepped into school when a few hours later I had her naked pressed up against the tiles of the girl's bathroom. Ever since that day it was like we couldn't get enough of each other, we had sex in every position imaginable, she was flawless in all of them, and now looking back I feel like that should have tipped me off. I mean, if she was such a pro with me then who was she practicing with? Turns out, while I deprived myself of any other pussy, the football team was running a train on her, their own personal cheerleader. I was so fucking pissed after all her lies came undone, I distanced myself from all the petty social groups that I was certain covered for her and became who I am right now, a fucked-up loner who got his dick wet from random girls whenever I felt like it.

I made sure to screw all Sophia's best friends first, and there was also a rumor going on that I fucked her mother, now I won't confirm that one, but I'll just say, I know where the girl got all her elasticity from.

Ignoring all the slurping going on across the room I grabbed a bottle and decided I just needed to get wasted, no matter what type of alcohol it was. While I was in the process of chugging it all down, I felt a slap on my shoulder, and putting the bottle down I turned around to see Ethan's condescending smirk.

"Dude, save some for the rest of the population." He said grabbing the bottle from the counter and taking a huge gulp himself.

I just rolled my eyes and forcefully took it from him to raise the clear liquid over my head and let the content drip directly onto my awaiting mouth. It all went smoothly until I heard my sister's high pitch voice screeching my name from somewhere in the room. As a result my hand shook a bit, and liquor felt on top of my nose, which made me start coughing and trying to snort the alcohol out of my nostrils.

"Pussy." I heard Ethan mutter.

"You are what you eat, right?" I managed to get out and he started laughing loudly, which caused me to join in.

That's when Mia stepped right in front of us with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed.

"What do you two idiots think you're doing?"

"Nothing." We both said automatically, which caused us to erupt in hysterical laughing once again. I didn't even remember what was so funny in the first place, or why I was getting along with Ethan Kavanaugh, but all of the sudden I found everything humorous.

"You guys are living proof evolution can go reverse." Mia fumed and stomped away to be with her stupid clique of friends that according to her I wasn't allowed to fuck. None of them were really that appealing, I could certainly do without them, but then again, that never stopped me before. Beauty is only a light-switch away.

Suddenly remembering Ethan's arm on my shoulders I shook him off and grabbed the bottle again, storming up the stairs to get away from all the chaos. Once I was safely inside my room, I stumbled my way to my bed, laying face down and breathing in the smell of sex from my comforter. I let my mind wander, and once I did that I knew there was no going back. Once the painful memories of the crack whore and his abusive pimp swirled through my thoughts I felt myself overwhelm with anger, and it consumed me.

I once again turned on my back and took a hold of the bottle, letting its toxic liquid cascade down my throat, taking with it all the pain and numbing my treacherous head into submission, and when there was nothing else to absorb, I threw it across the room, listening with satisfaction as the crystal collided with the wall, shattering to pieces.

After that, I fell asleep, while secretly hoping to never wake up again.

So... did you like it?

If you were wondering, the song I mentioned was "Faster Babe" by 2AM CLUB. They're an AMAZING band, every song is gold.

I don't know if to just continue in Christian's POV or jump to Ana, so give me feedback!

PLEASE REVIEW! It's the only way I know if you guys like it.