Pin Me Down
Sitting on the damp grass, I turned the page of the book in my lap. I strained to see the print in the dim moonlight. A yellow hue of light fell across my page as the flap of a tent opened. The sounds of laughter and shouting emerged from inside. The final show before we moved on was complete and Evra had appeared with beer. Not being to keen on seeing my previous meal again, I was sitting this one out.
Mr. Crepsly staggered drunkenly out of the tent. Catching sight of me, he grinned and stumbled over to where I sat.
"Hurlo little boy" he slurred.
Folding over the page, I placed the book down and glanced up at intoxicated mentor.
"Drunk fool", I sneered. As I pulled myself up from the ground, I stealthily kicked out. My foot connected with his shin and he crumbled to the ground, his back pressed against the grassy, dry dirt.
"You really are hopeless in this condition, aren't you?"' I teased, "One measly kick knocked you to your knees".
Growling, Mr. Creplsy pushed himself upright. Smiling,he slowly said, "You, Darren Shan, think you can better me? The fierce, agile and swift Larten Crepsly."
With no sense of doubt in my head, I replied vigorously"
I do".
"Name your game boy".
With the alcohol pumping through his blood stream, I knew his balance would be compromised. He sat, staring patiently up at me, as I uttered the word "Wrestling".
His eyebrows rose slightly, and with his hand clamped firmly around my wrist, jumped up. Moving five strides away from me, he smoothly removed his cape and dark red shirt. The sides of his mouth curled in anticipation. Following suite I slipped off my frayed t-shirt and faced him.
Mr. Crepsly moved first, darting forward and catching hold of my left shoulder. I spun around and ducked under his muscled arm, barely dodging his fist. Flinging my arm down his back, I grabbed his wrist and jerked it upwards. Snarling aggressively, he dug his head into my collarbone, accidentally puncturing the skin with his teeth. My grip slackened and he
yanked his arm free. I slammed my knuckles into his hard stomach. He staggered backwards and bent double. The sweet scent of victory washed through me as I stalked towards his unprotected back. I knew I had this fight in the bag. I wrung my arms around his neck. A pulse bet steadily against the palm of my hand. Brushing his orange hair aside, I clutched the side of his face, and cockily whispered,
"Not so fierce now, eh?".
Mr. Crepsly grunted, snatched both of my arms, and threw me effortlessly over his head.
"Thump". My bruised body collided with the hard, dusty ground. The impact knocked the air out of my lungs. Groaning, I assessed the damage. My left wrist was defiantly fractured, due to the dull throbbing radiating up my arm. Bruises were scattered around my body and my exposed neck felt wet. My hand moved to investigate, but was stopped short by Mr. Crepsly's steel like grip, pinning my arms to my side. Straddling me, I felt his thighs lock my shaking legs together. Releasing his grip on my arms and placing strong hands on my bare shoulders, he lowered his chest, inches away from mine. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. The pale skin wrapped around his ribs elegantly. Moving my gaze south towards his flat stomach, I watched his abs tense and relax. My breathing froze when his hand clutched my jaw, raising it upwards. Our eyes locked. His hot breath brushed against my skin. His iron hold on my body made struggling futile and we both realised this. Leaning too close for comfort, he hoarsely whispered, "Do you submit?".
"Please L...larten", I pleaded, waiting for him to inflict the punishment for losing. He thread his fingers through my hair, and instinctively I began to fight his hold. A growl erupted from his throat and turning my gaze to anywhere but him, he planted his lips upon mine. The pressure increased rapidly, but I remained motionless in shock. His mouth opened slightly and the taste of sweet whiskey smothered my senses. Breaking away with reluctance, he softly placed his lips along my jaw. Shimmying down my immobile body, he clutched my hips. A burning tongue traced my abdomen. I shivered. Glancing up at my still frame, a pang of self-disgust flooded his eyes. Biting his lip, he swore under his breath, and raised himself off me. Sudden compulsion returned control to my limbs and jerking up, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Thrusting my mouth against his, I curled my fingers into his soft, orange hair. Laying me down onto my back, hands on either side of my head, he nudged my mouth open. His tongue lightly traced my teeth. Groaning, I clawed his muscled back. Sealing the kiss, enclosed his rough hands around mine and brought them up to my head.
"Darren...", he muttered and smiled sadly.
"I won't breath a word to anyone", I promised as he stumbled into his tent. Except Evra, I thought to myself, grinning mischievously.