Nothing is owned. For future reference, each chapter is part of a story that comes together at the end, and some chapters are purposely quite short. Hopefully updated weekly at the very latest!
I can see you casting glances at me, even if your eyes have been glued to the computer screen for hours in search of an answer. Any answer will do, and you think I have it. We started this song and dance weeks ago, and when the beat suddenly stopped..
It was my heart that was pounding in my chest.
Why I wanted to know more about you began as simple curiosity, transformed into paranoia, and developed into a craving. I need to know: I want to know how you drew me in with that blank and vacant stare you greet me with every single time we're alone. We could be the last people on earth and you'd still give me that look. It just plain pisses me off, you know. You'd think a guy like you with no other friends would at least show some real feeling behind everything we do.
That way your lips curl into a smile bewitches me beyond words I'd stumble over anyway.
You piss me off, you know that?
I'm supposed to be the mastermind; I'm the one who started this. Maybe you've known all along, but goddamnit will you stop laughing when you smile at me like that? It makes me want to push you against a wall and steal your breath, telling you everything and anything you want to hear.
But you still won't believe me.
I'm inside you, and you're crying for more with nails in my back and legs squeezing my waist; you're the deviant that won't quit. You say you like it rough, but you melt like butter under my touch with a whimper escaping your parted lips only to flip me over to bite my ear as you take me from behind. That cool exterior of yours has the rest of the Investigation fooled, but your body tells another story. Sneaky little bastard. Before I've caught it, you're inside my brain and under my skin. That pisses me off too.
For someone standing in the rain to lure me from my hiding place, you put on such a solid facade that even I couldn't expose. You knew the future from the moment you felt the first raindrop, and you set me up. How you make me worry on purpose while making me believe in the impossible drives me crazy. You're so special, you tell me, more than you know. You tell me all the wonderful things I don't want to hear, I'll swallow like a good little whore. The one moment I crack open that shell, you say nothing to me. Holding you in that rainstorm with raindrops stabbing my spine, your body trembled. In that moment, you surrender and kiss me so hard I can't breathe. Your fingers curl into a tight grip on my shirt; you're holding me the way I've got my arms around your skeletal frame. I already taste death on your lips, and I want more.
Damn you for lowering my defences and letting those three words escape. I'd never say them to anybody but you, and you throw them back at me with that lost look in your eyes.
You really piss me off sometimes.
Even when we were chained together, it only pushed us further apart. Handcuffs in the bedroom are one thing, at a computer desk they're another. You dare to pull me close, squeezing my hand tightly and smiling at me in a way that makes my stomach hit the floor. It's all in your kiss; cake doesn't taste like salt. You pressed your forehead to mine and avoided my gaze.
You had me chained before they pushed us together.
Your body, so emaciated, weighs on my heart like a ton of bricks when you leave.
Come back, damnit.
Come back and tell me you love me.
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