Love me cancerously
Like a salt sore soaked in the sea
High Maintenance means...
You're a gluttonous queen;
Narcissistic and mean.
Soundlessness.
Silence.
Hush, still, and mute.
Whichever way you say it, it was all the same.
The male sat with his diginity sure in his eyes. How avaricious, how he wanted her all to himself. He would push her so far away that he would wonder why they kept returning to eachother. It was simple. They were both covetous minds, craving concupiscence.
Amativeness, lust; that unitchable itch; that unquenchable thirst; the unquelling hunger...
Whichever way you say it, it was all the same.
Ren tried to remember a time when the sex was for infatuation. His attraction to her had simply become more than a dark obsession; a fixation preoccupying his cerebellum. The mania of his fetish was truly, unhealthy at the least.
They were no longer lovers; partners in crime was the correct term. They hated eachother, and probably hoped that one day while they were 'fucking,' that the other would possibly drop dead. How perturbing, I know. Ren didn't see it as all that unsettling. His real state of mind was so far in left field now days that he had to force his mind to other topics.
That bothersome television wasn't around to keep his attention any longer.
"Humph... I don't need you, Kiyuki," Ren spoke, rubbing his shoulder a bit, feeling that the muscles had tautened. With the mere syllables of her name breaking from his voice box, Ren tried to keep those exact thoughts from sight.
Standing up he decided it was best to get dressed, eyeing the bottle of vodka that he had emptied out. It was night after all. He needed to reinforce his feelings, and get Kiyuki back.
Just for a bit, he told himself. Just till I find some real love, he told himself. He sounded like a druggie when he thought to himself.
Just once, just one more time, then I swear I'll quit.
He wasn't an addict to sex, God no. He was addicted to her. She was the perfect drug. His devotion to her was one that most found quite... distressing. It wasn't ideal.
She clung to him like sequins. He thought of abdicating her, but that wasn't ideal to HIM. He told himself it was love, when he new the filthy truth. The dirty truth; that made himself feel as bad as a garbage truck at times. But he couldn't cede. He couldn't... WOULDN'T give up Kiyuki. Ren couldn't imagine waiving her; in his eyes, she would always be his, in a sense. Despite the fact that they did nothing but have intercourse, eat, and occassionally talk to eachother... their relationship had become nothing less than an awkward gawk, much how Ren would awkwardly gawk at himself in the mirror as he was getting dressed.
The ogle at himself was more hateful. He moved away from it as soon as possible, simply making sure that his hair was straight as he placed a large black jacket on and slipped on some flip flops, heading out the door. His style of dress nowdays was much different than it used to be.
With the Shaman tournament having ended, with him not the King to rule over all Shaman, he had given up on looking prideful. He was now greedy, lustful, and possibly sloth induced... but pride was a sin, he no longer had the will to commit. However, Kiyuki was gluttonous and mindless and only thought of what she wanted, which was slightly like this male in a way. She was quite prideful in herself, other than Ren, who was ridden with self-hate that he himself had wrought. Such vanity... Ren found it sexy in a way that it made him sick. He hated how she thought she was everything he needed... which is why he was drawn to her.
Buying her everything she wanted... taking her anywhere she wanted to go... Ren couldn't say no, and he only did at the wrong times. But it was time to claim her again; no... she was always claimed. It was time to bring her back, from the place Ren had driven her to; it wasn't his fault that he thought she was the one at fault, when he couldn't even bring himself back from the place he drove himself to.
He would do everything needed for her. Such a high maintenance lady needs to be pampered. Funny... Ren thought of the sex as often dirty and disgusting... but she relished in those thoughts, she did. He knew she did. He knew her too well... or so he thought.
Kill me romantically
Fill my soul with vomit
Then ask me for a piece of gum
Bitter and dumb, you're my sugarplum
You're awful, I love you!
As he stepped inside of his dark blue Sedan, his eyes looked at the dashboard, eyeing an odd item that was placed on it.
Dark violet, with the characteristics of a bra but thinner and more skimpy, and of course without the places for breasts to rest. He picked up the thong with his forefinger and thumb, and threw it to the back of his car, watching it land on the backseat. He knew how it ended up on the dashboard.
Ren knew.
When his hands had slid down her thighs and come in contact with the fabric, he had gripped it tightly, and slowly pulled it from her legs, and up over her stilettos. He pulled it gently, as if wanting to eye his way up and down her legs to what he wanted. He tossed the poor excuse of an article of clothing over his shoulder, letting it drop upon the dashboard. As Ren's golden eyes had looked down, he dipped down low, placing his hands at the insides of her thighs, to part them; the show had begun. He watched her pleasured expression as he began...
Ren shook his head as he placed the keys into the ignition of the car and started it, shaking the thoughts as far away as he could, which wasn't that far since he had to turn around as he backed out of his car lot that was connected to the complex, and his eyes drifted down a bit, looking at the female garment.
Ren looked up just in time to stop himself from backing up into another car. He felt his cheeks redden just slightly.
How embaressing.
He faced frontwards and he pressed his foot faintly against the gas; increasing the pressure steadily until he was moving at a good constant rate, as he slowly navigated out of the car lot.
"Dammit, Kiyuki," he murmured beneath his breath, with images and reels of footage from their rendezvous' displaying in his mind.
He quickly gasped, making sure that he immured it back into the depths of his mind. His wants and needs no longer had to be focused on what she could bring him. Being, that all she would bring him is pain and pleasure, at the time no doubt.
Pleasure of the body, and pain of the mind; much like a thousand daggers stabbing him. His body thought it felt good... how it matched with the pain. It was all part of the fun.
Ren continued on his way to the place where she had left him. It was him that drove her away, but none the less, he never thought that for once, that he and her were more so than an item and it was thus, both of their faults.
As he made it onto the road toward the train station, his eyes narrowed a bit, passing a motel. Dark, filthy, and disturbing were the words to describe that motel. Room 3 was left in quite a mess. Ren could remember everything perfectly; the reel began.
When he had layed her down upon the bed, and she was practically begging for his mouth; what other thing to do than to comply.
His mouth slanted over hers, before feeling that her's was quite open, and he had been shocked to feel a tongue dart out to touch with his own. His eyes closed as he reached back, grabbing a handful of her black hair and pulling it back as he let his own mouth muscle explore the confines of her mouth. His tongue slowly roiled over the top of her mouth; feeling every ridge he claimed it, and he felt satisfied.
His hands were on their way to her mammaries, with his eyes opening to the sound of her moaning graciously into his mouth. They seemed to battle within the kiss; their mouths couldn't get enough of it. He hated her. He did. But that's why he loved her.
She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
As his tongue retreated to slide along her bottom lip, he felt her head tilt quickly backwards as his hands had ran down her shirt and found her breasts. His fingers rolling up and down the most sensitive spot, he soon realized that this wasn't the reaction he was looking for. His hands grabbed the shirt's top that happened to be nothing more than a V-neck that went down to the crease in her chest created by her C almost D cups.
His hands ripped the clothing away from her and he looked down to see that the shirt had a built in bra. Kiyuki was now bare from the waist up. He loved how she looked. She was gorgous.
His hands slowly rose to run his hands over her breasts, with the nipple being squeezed between his middle and ring finger as he moved his hands up and down, receiving a satisfying moan from her, before he withdrew his hands with a grin. Such a tease.
Her arms wrapped seductively around Ren's neck, and looked up at him, carefully imagining what his muscles would look like when the shirt he wore was removed. Kiyuki's lips slowly curved into a grin before she pressed her chest to his, kissing at his neck.
Ren closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, liking how it felt, before he clutched her shoulders and pushed her down upon the bed, gaining control once again. Kiyuki giggled and she smiled seductively toward her man.
"You can't have me if you play rough, Ren," she whispered, with her optics continuing to look up and down his body. She adored it. She loved that it was all hers.
Ren gave her the smirk that told her that he had dirty thoughts in mind, but she beat him to it. She had turned on her stomach and looked back up at him over her shoulder, with her black hair tucked behind her ear, letting her green eyes look up at him; the flick of her tongue did it.
Ren leaned over her, letting his hand slip between her and the bed, resting upon her stomach. His head slowly tilted down and he nipped lustfully at her neck, before kissing the spot softly, hearing her small gasp with a hint of his name on it. She leaned up into him, his hands holding her up before she pressed her hands to the bed to hold herself up.
Ren pressed the now bulged spot of his pants into the back of hers, and seemed to grind hearing a groan that made him feel quite satisfied. Kiyuki could feel the rosiness fill her cheeks as Ren's hand on her stomach reach down to her pants. Slowly undoing the button, and quick to unzip the zipper, his free hand grabbed at the back of her pants and pulled them down, ripping them away from her body.
Doing so caused her knees to buckle onto the bed. Ren gave a sexy growl and his teeth clamped down gently on her ear as a signal to get back up. As Kiyuki moved back to her normal position, Ren hand had ventured into her underwear. What a shame... no thong this time around.
He liked the sound of her gasp as his middle finger sneakily made it's way past her lips. Slowly sliding up and down her labia, he liked the sounds that she began to emit; that she tried so hard to omit.
Ren smiled some before whispering into her ear. "You like that, Kiyuki...?"
Kiyuki slowly licked her lips, before she closed her eyes slowly. "Y-yes," she murred out.
Ren licked his lips. He liked this. His hand moved down farther, before slowly letting his two digits enter her pussy. Kiyuki arched her back and her hands gripped at the sheets. Ren could feel himself grow hard at the mere sound of her.
His hand moved back and forth, with his fingers moving in and out of her. Kiyuki let her mouth hang open as she gasped for breath, before she felt saliva drip from the side of her mouth. It was so erotic, she couldn't help but let Ren's name break from her voice box. He smirked some.
He had her.
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed
Must be the sign on my head that says
Oh, love me dead! Love me dead!
Ren continued this motion, before his fingers began to make a scissoring motion, upon feeling the wetness cover his fingers. His free hand took a dip(making a prompt moan erupt from Kiyuki's mouth), and he lifted it to his mouth; he sucked it from his fingers. He licked his lips and gazed down at her.
"You taste so bittersweet, Kiyuki," he whispered.
She blushed some and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sh-shut up... and keep going..."
Ren began to then pull his pants from himself, but only enough so that when he pulled his manhood from the hole in his boxers, that it had room. He lowered her panties and he stopped his hand movement, knowing exactly what she would do.
She seemed to whine some, bucking her hips in disapproval. "Reenn... I didn't tell you to--"
Ren silenced her as the head of his penis was now at the only opening that was above her womanhood. Kiyuki gasped slightly, before feeling him slowly but surely slip in. Without any lubrication of any kind, it did hurt a bit, but since Ren had restarted the movements inside of her with his digits, Kiyuki noticed that it didn't take long before Ren was snug inside of her.
Ren looked down at her and he seemed to grin. "You ready?"
Kiyuki nodded, unable to speak without possibly making a rather embaressing moan. Ren slowly began to move back and forth inside of her, hearing small grunts from her. He closed his eyes some, loving the feeling of moving in and out of her. His digits were now moving in time with his movements, with Kiyuki begining to feel the pain turn to an odd feeling, having not been entered this way previously. But that feeling soon became pleasure.
"Uhhhhh... ohhh Reeennn," she moaned, with her hands gripping at the bedsheets for dear life it seemed like.
Ren loved her moan. He opened his eyes to look down, seeing himself thrust in and out; he couldn't help but adore that visual. It turned him on like nothing else.
Ren's fingers left the inside of her, and rose up to meet with her clitoris. She gasped and suddenly blushed, letting out an almost desperate sounding moan. "F-faster!" she seemed to command.
Ren complied, and he tried his best to supress a groan that threatened to jump up and out of his throat. Kiyuki felt his pulsing member slide in deeper, making her upper body give out. She was now laying on the bed. The only thing that wasn't layed down were her hips; Ren was holding them as he pressed in and out, keeping them in place, with the help fo Kiyuki's knee's which were growing quite weak.
"You're going... dee... ahhh," she whimpered in pleasure, feeling how Ren continued his hip movements, and had now began to move her clit in a circular motion, making her gasp in ecstasy.
Ren was getting close to his climax. Kiyuki closed her eyes tightly and let her cheek rest down on the bed, hearing the bed hit the wall some from how fast and deep he was moving. Only then, did Kiyuki realize that the window in the motel room was open, and that they might be heard or seen. But they were on the second floor, so not only were the chances of that, slim... but either way, Kiyuki didn't care. It felt way too good to stop now.
Kiyuki felt Ren's digits reach her opening again, before she heard him moan. "Ohhh God... Oh God Kiyuki," he groaned before he thrusted in harder, reaching his peak and cumming inside of her.
Kiyuki felt him place three fingers inside of her as he gave one last hard thrust, and she came with him. With the last scream of his name, she felt Ren slowly pull of out of her, her body falling upon the bed.
Ren fell down beside her, not even caring about the mess they had made. He licked his lips as well as his fingers and he propped his head up on his arm.
"You were good..." he whispered, before kissing her on her nose. Kiyuki had passed out upon the bed.
You're a faith healer on TV
You're an office park without any trees
Corporate and cold
Gushing for gold
Leave me alone
That night was one to really remember. It was by far the best sex that he had ever had.
Was that of love though? Some of it was, but the rest, just like his life nowdays, was consumed with lust. She was beautiful, and he wanted her sexy body all to himself.
As Ren let the memory end, he continued driving past that motel. He was more than just aroused now, but he knew that he couldn't relieve himself at the moment. He was driving, for one, and for two, he could almost predict that Kiyuki was gonna take him back simply upon arriving.
She always took the train on her way home from work. He would meet her there and they would ingage in a little chit-chat. Ren was only thinking of the good side of her though(If indeed, lust was the good side). She could also be the fakest of people, that would exchange 'I love you's like baseball cards between two ten year old boys. She could be the coldest of people, that would exchange 'I hate you's in the same instant, and possibly mean it. She would say she never meant it later, to simply get Ren back in bed with her.
Ren frowned on it. That's all their life consisted of anymore. A good sex life made for a good relationship, but this was plainly ridiculous. She could also be the most greedy person, worse than Ren. Ren wanted her to himself, but she wanted him and everything else in the world. He would take her to the mall and she could pull him into every store she could.
Charlotte Russe. Claire's. Forever 21. Hollister. Aeropostle. Pants Towne. Anchor Blue. Abercrombie & Fitch. Limited Too. Vivid Cherry... the list goes on.
She would grab his arm and pull him toward a store, basically emptying his wallet in one store, before pulling him into another. Ren didn't mind. As long as it kept her around. But nowdays, Ren was getting tired of always magically pulling money from his pocket to pay for every little thing that she would ask for. It didn't feel good to be broke all the time, and that's what Ren was.
Broke, damn near all the time.
Ren would buy her a new car, new wardrobe, and plenty of jewelry, and have nothing to spend on himself. The sex wasn't making up for it anymore. The fact that they loved eachother wasn't even enough anymore. Their love had been reduced to nothing but lust.
Ren sighed some. Sometimes he wished that she would just leave him and never come back, but he knew that until he got a stable relationship, she was his drug. He needed her until he could stand on his own. But like a drug... she was crippling him, not helping him.
She was his crutch, not the leg brace that would make him better.
Ren growled some. "But don't sweat it Ren... when you see her, you will make everything straight all over again... I promise," he whispered, speaking to himself in the third person.
Ren soon reached the train station. He parked his car right outside(not even in the parking lot) and he ran inside, hoping to catch her just as she stepped off of the train... and there she was.
You suck so passionately
You're a parasitic psycho filthy creature fingerbangin' my heart
You call me a drunk
Does the fun ever start?
You're hideous, and sexy!
Ren slowly stepped toward her. There she was; Kiyuki Okama.
And here he was; Tao Ren.
Kiyuki had her large bag on her shoulder, that was clearly oversized, but that was her style it seemed. It read, Hollister. She had short-shorts on and a blue Aeropostle tee.
Ren's feet on the ground toward her, weren't loud, but she still noticed the familiar figure gravitating toward her. She seemed to smirk some, not at all caring about what he said before... or so he thought.
She seemed uneffected by him suddenly showing up. He didn't like it one bit. Kiyuki's green eyes blinked slowly, giving birth to a giggle as she looked toward Ren.
"Missed me, did you?"
Ren wasn't here for games. That was the word for it. Game. All of this was a game. She thought of it as a game, so he did too. Why not? That's what life amounted to wasn't it? Games? It felt that way. He grabbed her by her wrist and growled some.
"I came back for you. You're coming home with me tonight."
Kiyuki was a bit surprised how Ren would just show up whenever he pleased. She pondered kicking off her flip flop and smacking him with it, but decided against it, since he seemed to have a pretty tight grip on her wrist.
"Oh? What makes you think I am gonna return to you?" Kiyuki smelt the air a second. "...Vodka?"
Ren laughed some before kissing her softly on the cheek, before smiling at her. "Because I love you, dear, Kiyuki," he lied.
He knew he didn't. She knew he didn't. She didn't even love him. They both knew the truth... but they liked the way that the lies sounded more than the truth, so that was the code that they all seemed to follow.
Kiyuki tried to pull away from him, but soon noticed that he wasn't about to let go, or take no for an answer. She licked her lips and smiled in his face, seeing him stand up straight with an angered expression.
"Why should I believe you? I am completely content on leaving right now, dear. It's over," she whispered low. Why you ask...? To make him listen harder.
Golden eyes focused upon her face, full of a sardonic facial expression, nearly mirroring the sarcasm that he was known for. He couldn't help but narrow those same hues as his grip on her wrist increased.
She was content on not taking him back this time, and he knew that crying was something he couldn't... WOULDN'T do. Ren's anguish turned to rage; he was good at it... good at his part.
"This game of cat and mouse that we have... I'm sick of it, but this game isn't over until I say it is."
She looked toward him before slowing slipping her hand into the pocket of her purse. Applying once again another layer of lipgloss, she did so, knowing it just pissed him off. The idea that those lips would be kissing another... made his blood boil.
She liked how sexy he was when he was mad; like a man who would fight for what he wanted. But his chance, was over.
"Well then, have fun playing with yourself," she whispered, able to quickly get her wrist free and walk off, since his grip on her faded; his expression changing dramatically.
It was finally over... and he lost.
She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed
Must be the sign on my head that says
Oh, love me dead! Love me dead!
Ren watched her walk off. He couldn't believe that it was over now.
She would always return to him. This was improbable, Ren thought to himself.
He felt his fingers that rested on his arm in a fold... twitch in anger, as well as his eyebrow. His digits tapped his arm and he couldn't help that part the left side of his lip was rising slightly, much like a dog when it growls. He couldn't let it go like this. He just couldn't.
She was his addiction... his obsession. But of course, he was just another man to her. Ren wasn't about to let her just walk out. Over his dead body.
He trotted out after her, before his 'trot,' turned into a race. He ran toward her, seeing her from afar, walking out of the train station. He followed her out, pushing open the door to the outside, and he looked around for her. She was already in the parking lot, getting into a car. He growled to himself, noticing that she was getting in the passenger side.
Someone else was driving?
He looked at the bumpersticker on the back of the car that read, "Girls Gone Wild."
Either her driver was a lesbian, or a guy... and it was obvious that either way... she had found someone new. He decided to make himself known to her knew love. He grinned at the thought of telling him of all of their sexcapades.
As he reached the parking lot, Kiyuki seemed to gasp, before looking toward the driver. He was a male with piercing purple eyes, with long scarlet hair that fell upon his back like daggers. His hair was spiked once in an odd bang before his face.
He growled and looked toward Kiyuki. "Who the Hell is this?" he asked with a glare.
Kiyuki began to stutter over her words thinking of something to say, before watching Ren place his hand on the hood of the pitch black Honda Civic. The male put the car in park and he jerked his seatbelt from his body. Kiyuki looked toward him and she gasped some, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Tso don't do something drastic!"
The male, Tso, promptly stepped out of his car and he looked toward the heliotrope tressed male, Ren.
"Who the Hell are you?" he asked, before grabbing Ren's wrist. "Get your filthy hands off of my fucking car."
Ren jerked his hand away and he pointed inside of the car. "You think you can just take Kiyuki from me? Who the Hell are YOU?!"
Tso pushed at Ren's shoulders, shoving him off. His eyes gave a glower before he brushed himself off, as if not even wanting to be near him, must less push him away.
He slammed the door of his Honda and he spit to the ground. It was intended for Ren but the wind was kind. "Tso is all you need to know, pussy," he said tilting his head to the side at the last word; mocking him. "Don't tell me you LOVE her. She hardly knows what love is."
Kiyuki spoke up to object when Tso banged his fist on the window, not even taking the time to look toward her. She was insignificant at the least to him. "Shut it, girl."
Ren didn't like Tso at all. He ripped his jacket from his body, revealing that he was wearing no shirt beneath. He spit to the ground as well, noting how it landed on his shoe. Tso scoffed and rubbed his foot in the road.
"Kiyuki is mine, dickhead," he said, also tilting his head to the side in the same manner. He usually didn't speak so vulgarly, but he needed to get his point across to this bastard, the correct way.
Love me cancerously...
Brrrrrat-da-da-d-da-da! Brrrrrat-da-da-d-da-da!
How's your new boy? Does he know about me?
You've got the mark of the beast
You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!
Tso snickered and he kicked a rock out of the way, as if he would be ready to fight him.
"Oh, nice clothing, faggot. Where'd you buy it? The Chinese Thrift store on Gay Pride Day?"
Ren smirked some before rubbing the skin beneath his nose and looking down at the ground rather smugly. "Heh. You're resorting to the lamest of insults. Why don't I just beat your ass now, and you can hand over Kiyuki to me?"
Tso laughed some and he shook his head, looking toward the shaking beauty as she sat in the passenger seat. "Heh... Naw. She is perfectly fine with me, ISN'T THAT RIGHT?" he asked before he banged once again on the window, this time breaking it. She gasped and screamed some before clinging to her seatbelt and moving as far away from the shattered glass as possible. She didn't even notice the shard of glass that was in her shoulder at that moment. It had pierced her clothing.
Tso looked toward her, seeing that she still had not answered, and his oculars gave that glare that told her... she had better say something he wants to hear.
"Y-yes," she whispered in the dark of the car with the lovely tinted windows, except for the windshield.
Ren smirked and he pointed toward her. "She is mine. I marked her."
Tso looked toward him and he cocked a brow, trying to understand what this male meant by that. Tucking a sliver of crimson locks behind his ear, Tso let his lofted brow lie as he licked the blood from his fingers, from having slammed his fist into the glass window; it would never come out, unscathed.
Ren's twisted grin widened if that was even possible. "Check her neck. There are hickeys."
Tso looked toward her. Kiyuki quickly lifted her shoulders and pulled her collar up to her neck. Tso scowled and he opened the door to the car, grabbing her arm and moving to yank her out.
"Get out here and let me see you whore!"
Ren just watched. He smiled almost inhumanly and he snickered. He didn't even bother picking up his jacket. He fingered down into his pocket, before he rested his hands there, walking off, before his smile faded.
He thought that Kiyuki getting what she deserved was what he wanted. He thought that walking away while hearing her get abused by the obvious woman-beater would make him feel better...
But it didn't. He wasn't that far gone, that it would make him feel better. He should've turned around. Ren should've turned around and stopped the injustice... Tao Ren would've done it, but he wasn't Tao Ren anymore.
Ren stepped into his Sedan and he thought of how he was gonna go home and fall asleep... but the poor insomniac knew that he couldn't.
He then figured that he could stay up watching television, or at least flipping through the channels. But then he remembered how he destroyed his TV.
He would sit at home and stare at the wall all night. He now... quit his drug.
Time for the withdrawls.
She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed
Wha bout the sign on my head that says
Oh, love me dead! Love me dead!