All copywritten characters belong to their respective owners, no infringement is intended; no money is being made. "I needed somewhere to hang my head without your noose..." is a line from A Foo Fighters song that I don't own or make any claims to.
I needed somewhere to hang my head without your noose…
Yet here I-fucking-am again… my hands full of your damned chains. Your dark eyes lie to me and tell me you fucking love me, while your hard mouth twists in infinite contempt.
"You lie to me, bitch! You tell me you fucking LOVE me, NOW!!!" I swear and twist the leather around your fine, proud neck as I brutalize you, slamming unrepentant flesh against flesh.
"I hate you, you cruel fuck…" you gurgle out in a hoarse rasp and dig your nails into my pistoning hip. You bastard, you're egging me on, forcing me in and out of your sucking ass at a blistering pace. Your nails bite into me and draw crescents of blood. You want to fight me, even now? Fine. Let's do battle.
"You don't know what cruel is, you stupid cunt!", I growl hard in your quavering ear and grabbing your quick-fashioned collar, a horse's rein cleverly twisted hard around your trussed and abraded throat. I'll force you to beg me for mercy, beg you to admit your part in all my sins remembered… whether or not they're even true. I don't fucking care about you or this stupid quest. Life is an unending onslaught of pain, so here - take what I can give you – because this is all I'm good for: pain and death. That's the best of me and you're getting it. There's nothing else inside.
I grind your fine-boned face into the dirty planks below us, my elbow hard in the back of your neck and my tortured cock hard in your bony ass. You fight me utterly and make me want to scream rage and pain as you squeeze me tightly within you. I know what you're trying to do, you bitch…!
"You aren't going to get what you want from me!" Lunge, stab… "Suffer for me, you weak bastard…" I growl angrily and capture your dripping cock in my sweating hand.
"You wouldn't know the strength of submission if it raped your mother in front of your stupid eyes, Mugen…", you wheeze out and thrust hard against me, nearly bucking me off of you – if I hadn't had my hand twisted up hard in the garrote around your neck, I'd be at your fickle mercy... and that almost makes me forget how cruel your mouth can be… how we always hurt the ones we love, when we ourselves ache inside.
"MOTHERFUCKER! DIE!!!" I swear in a sudden red rage and slam your face hard into the floor below your bent and aching limbs. The crunch of your nose is sickening and the greasy swinging hammock of my stomach flares the distraction I need to allow me to come in your beautifully slack body. Blood pools under your unconscious face and I smile with a sick tilt to my lips. I love your pain… and every time you allow me to purge my hate in the blazing furnace of your hunger for blood, pain and sex I count myself the luckiest of us all. The girl gets something out of all this I'm sure, but me; I get the best of you, Jin. I get to claim victory over rage, hate and pain… how could I kill you now? You've won against me.
I feel your noose tighten around my neck… my head is giving me life or death, but I can't choose. You beautiful bastard… you win.