The Darkness We Conquer
Rated: M (be warned this is dark!smut)
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
Dark red lines traveled down the patch of skin under her neck, slipping down to just where his hands now held tightly. Air remained tightly sealed into her lungs, burning to be let loose.
She did not scream.
His hips invaded her thighs as he roughly pressed deep inside of her again. So deep, she had to bite back tears that wished to form and sprinkle her hair and bed sheets.
Darker than any night, she welcomed the shadows which shielded their naked dance of pain and sex; of anger and turmoil that consumed their very being.
Consumed them so much they seemed to bleed it through every action, every thought they had until they were walking a very thin line of malicious and misunderstood.
"Chuck." She wheezes out when he finally releases his hold of her neck. There is anger rippling through him but he doesn't care as he observes the marks along her neck and hates himself more.
They don't quiet the strokes. Instead, they are increased, pumping and burning and screaming and crying. She's pulling at his hair and he's bleeding tear drops down her shoulder for the pain he's caused. They've both caused. They are one in the same and not. Both live a luxurious life many would beg for and hide deep within the shadows of self-doubt. Together, though, they were very different.
He was weak where she was strong and vice versa. He kept her up, where she would fall down without him. They balanced each other. They were made to keep each other's souls alive; safe from the dark talons of life and the curses of fate.
"I love you," It's barely a whisper but she hears it. Whether it's a silent cry or a scream, she will always hear him.
"I know."