Bloody Secrets
VOCALOID – 02
By: Chi~
Disclaimer: Uwargh! I still don't own because I made them screw against a door. Who does that?
A/N: Yeah, still can't believe I wrote that lemon dudes. It was even worse when writing it in first person, you know? Yeah, I know. I was sorta hot when I began it and then in the middle, I had to push myself to keep going so I wouldn't just leave it on my comp for months and never get this stupid thing going.
Be glad that I stuck out the entire way. Man…it was even harder when they hit their climaxes…
Well…you guys must really understand the extent of my perverteness, yeah? Muhaha, you love me anyways. Right? Ah well, too bad for me. At least I can write.
On you go. Just this part and then the next and it's done.
Read in ½ for the drama, emotion, disturbing yet sexy situations 8D!
Bloody Secrets
II
•Len•
"Rin, what's wrong," I turn around for one moment and then I notice she's taking too long with getting just a tablet and something to write with and here she is, just standing there, looking deathly pale while looking from my room to hers. What is she doing…?
I caressed her cheeks a little and she slowly reached up and set her hands on my forearms, staring up at me with her big eyes, looking a little disturbed. She looked away, seemed thoughtful for a moment before she tilted her head and slightly smiled.
"S-sorry…I guess I got a little ahead of myself," she sighed. She looked back up at me, pulled my hands down from her face so she could hold them. "I'll be honest with you, Len…I'm beginning to think about…him and these scars all over me…and…"
I opened my mouth, tried to say that she didn't have to rush into things - that she could just take her time, but she turned her head and looked from her room to mine and tilted her head again.
"Len…why do we even sleep in separate rooms," she asked all of a sudden. "Once you think about it, we're like a married couple…"
Well…once you do think about it, we really do act like a married couple. Not just a couple…but married. Married people seem to know everything about their spouse and bicker and get all mushy and talk about groceries…
"You're right…" I trailed, looking from my room to hers in agreement. "If we ever actually get a large sized bed, which room should it be in?"
She smiled up to me, interlinked our fingers before she got on her tip toes and leaned her head into my neck. "Which room is bigger?"
"Mine," I said in all honesty. Because it is true.
"Alright then, it's settled. When we get a bigger bed, it'll go in your room and I'll move in," she murmured into my skin and I hummed in agreement. I settled my chin on top of her head, thought for a moment.
It went from Kale to bedrooms and beds…
Rin, please don't try to rush things for my sake or something. Wait until you're ready…please…
But I know…I know…no matter what, we'll want to move on as quickly as possible. But my mental stability is maybe a little bit stronger than hers. I mean, I wasn't the one who went through all the shit she did. It's a wonder how she didn't even fall off the handle after I killed him.
Argh, what am I thinking? This is Rin Kagami. My future wife. Who took a hammer to the face and never cried. Of course she was stronger than this.
I just have to believe in her, and hope and pray she can do this. I know I can, I already know what I'm going to say and how to explain it. I can take this…I wasn't telling a story that could be written into a three hundred paged novel.
She was. She can do this. It'll take time, but she can.
As if she knew what I was thinking, she nuzzled me and whispered, "Don't worry. I'll be just fine…just give me some time."
"Of course," I agreed, kissed the top of her rose smelling head. "I'd never rush you. Take as much time as you need. I'll be there…"
Slowly, she nodded. "Going to be there for me forever, ," she asked a second later. I had to strain to hear her.
My eyes felt a little wet before let go of her hands, wrapped my arms securely around her and practically crushed her against me. I buried my face in her hair, snuggled against her golden locks before promising back, "Forever and ever, . Matsudai."
I felt her smile, and squeeze back. I could tell from the wetness suddenly on my shirt that she couldn't speak, but I knew that if she were able to, she would promise the same thing…
Dinner was very quiet, but we still ate with our heart's content. That's what sex does to you – takes away your energy and then you feel like you haven't eaten in months. Ugh…
Rin ate slowly, as if she was having a problem with eating it – like she was nauseous, but I knew she was only eating slowly because she had billions of thoughts going through her mind. I didn't say anything about it, just bombarded myself with billions of thoughts of my own. Such as, what stories could she possibly tell me and how exactly would I react to them? How was I really going to explain the night I killed Kale? How would she take it? Would she be disturbed with the fact that I laughed while I stabbed him repeatedly and couldn't stop…not until he drew in his last staggering breath and whispered his last words to me?
Now I see the reason why she couldn't stop thinking. There were so many outcomes we couldn't determine from the news we needed to tell each other. It's infuriating. There's no way to vision it; there was just so much. I can't imagine anything; there was no real way to prepare.
Absentmindedly, I noticed that she was finished with huge bowl of rice and chicken and realized I was done with my Pepper Chicken (with extra peppers and onions) and rice. I got up, picked up our dishes and made my way over to the kitchen sink. When she stepped up next to me, began to make the dish water, I didn't notice I'd stilled my hands when I remembered the night I'd dumped water on her.
That was the night I noticed something wrong, starting with her stiff stature.
How ironic; she was stiff right now – by my doing.
Heh…
"Len…?" She caught my attention with her gaze and she gave me a questioning face. I blinked, silently asked her what she wanted.
Her brows furrowed. "Is something funny?"
Oops, I guess I'd laughed out loud.
I turned my attention to our dishes and shook my head. I knew my face was burning and that it only made Rin confused more, but I couldn't let her know that I was chuckling from the irony.
Oh…sweet irony…
I shook my head again, turned my thoughts away from the memories and concentrated back on the future.
She had a story to tell, I had a night to explain; both of these things were something we couldn't determine the reaction from the other when the truth is let out. There was no way to prepare…
But…I guess that's how some things have to work, yes? I wasn't prepared to kill someone; it was horrible – the darkness I'd felt. For a few hours, I'd lost myself and became a person that would be categorized as a psychopath.
Until he whispered his last words…
I heard a wise saying once, I don't know where or how, but the saying was, "Life is not a destination; it is a journey."
And, knowing this, I can only conclude that during such a journey, there is no plan you can really make without something else happening that you didn't plan along the way. That being said…
Rin and I were just going to have to keep moving and see just where this journey would take us…the journey of moving on…
I have a feeling that whatever this "journey" throws at us, we'll deal with it…together.
• Rin •
I can't stop thinking about all this…
I'm not…worrying or burdening myself…I just can't stop thinking. It's not really affecting me, not really. I mean, I can't really sleep, sure…but still…it's not like I'm crying or pacing or doing something stupid or whatever. It's just, I keep wondering how I should start this – how should I get this going? Should I just be…straight forward? Or should I just, beat around the bush a little and then get into it?
Argh, I can't think of anything. And there's no way I can really determine anything after I open my mouth and let all these things I've got locked in my mind out for him to hear.
Sighing, I slowly and carefully slipped from Len's gentle grasp (since he was fast asleep) and climbed out of his bed without the slightest sound. (Man, I'm getting good.) I stared at his face, using the light the moon provided me from his drawn-back curtains. The longer I stared, the more I remembered just how absolutely beautiful he is when he's sleeping…
With his face so at peace and his hair loosely held back by a thin hair piece, he moved his head a little and twiddled his nose in his sleep. Then his mouth opened a little, let out calm breaths as he adjusted to the loss of my presence. His eyes moved incessantly under his eyelids and caused me to remember just how full his eye-lashes are. Goodness, he could pull off looking like a girl…
No wonder why people mistaken us as twins sometimes, sheesh. Hope you start getting some facial hair, Len. Or I'll dye my hair.
Right then, and this disturbed me for just a moment, he snorted in his sleep and his face contorted in a look of annoyance, even though his eyes were closed. I almost thought I'd said the thought out loud and he'd woken up, heard it, and was snorting because of it. But no, I guess he was dreaming of something annoying him or something, haha. Phew, that scared me a little. Thought he'd caught me.
I wouldn't say it's gotten awkward with him, I mean – during dinner and doing the dishes we hardly said a word to each other. It was as if we were both just lost in our little world and worked on auto-pilot. We even brushed our teeth without even noticing the other's presence. And then I snapped out of it when I remembered my sheets were still in the wash and I had to sleep with Len tonight (yeah, that was comical.)
I think I dozed for a while, at ease with Len's arms around me, but there was no way to stop my mind from talking to me at 90 miles per hour. Damn it, now here I am, just standing here and staring at my boyfriend out of insomnia.
I turned my gaze over to his alarm-clock, read from the neon-yellow numbers that it was only three o'clock in the morning.
From the calendar we keep on the fridge, we both didn't have work. I guess I'm in the clear of my chances of falling asleep on the job (even though I've gone to work plenty of times with just thirty-minutes of sleep) but still.
I guess I could go occupy my time with taking a bath. Maybe then I could relax and actually think in a sophisticated manner. These thoughts of mine were all over the place now.
Even though it hurt my stiff leg a bit, I bent down and gave Len a light kiss on the head before smiling down at him and left. I'm sure he can handle me out of his grasp for a while.
Although, I do have to say, I feel a little cold without his warm arms around me…why is he such a heater?
I was still slightly bewildered by this thought as I went to the bathroom – not even bothering with getting a change of clothes – and hobbled over to the tub. After I got the water adjusted to where it was just right to me, I turned to the door and pulled it until it was open just a slit. For some reason, I like to keep the door open just a crack in case Len called me or I heard something suspicious to where I had to make a quick get away…
…Ugh, why am I always so paranoid? I've even done this as long as I can remember! Geez~!
Shaking my head to myself and turning back to the tub, I began to undress. I kept myself turned away from the mirror, made sure I couldn't see any scar on my body as I got these clothes off me. I don't know if I'll stop staring if I see them and I don't want to just stand there, naked, in front of the mirror, staring at myself intently at my imperfections.
Len's seen them, duh, and obvious he doesn't mind them. I wonder if he actually thinks they look sort of sexy, even though he knows exactly who was responsible for giving them. Well, he wouldn't be the only one to think that, if it were true, considering the badass scar on his forehead. Seriously, it's arched a little upward, over his right eyebrow and it just looks…amazing.
Lightly blushing like some virgin school girl, which I was far – very far – from, I limped over to the faucet and turned off the water. I stared at the clear, steaming bath, knowing that this was going to do a number on my skin that I would have to rub lotion on me. But oh well…I'd very much like to relax.
I stepped into the water, slowly eased myself down to feel minimal pain from my leg and finally sighed as I leaned back, absolutely comfortable. I leaned my head against the cold tile wall, feeling the steam beat on my face lightly as my temperature adjusted to the hot water.
Sighing in contentment, I closed my eyes and let my body become like lead – relaxed and unmoving.
So nice…so relaxing…
So at peace…
"Enjoying yourself," a familiar voice asked me all of a sudden. I jumped, made my water splash around.
I looked over to the door, noticed it was still cracked. Nobody was in the room.
I let out a shaky breath, immediately began to shake as that same voice began to laugh. And then, I knew…
Kale.
I looked back at my bath water when I noticed something red. I let out a cry the moment I saw it.
The bathtub…it's full of blood…
My eyes widened as I sucked in a breath to scream.
I'm bathing in my own blood…
All my scars…they're open. Every. Single. One.
My mouth flew open. I let out a scream.
But no sound came out.
What is this? What is going on? Why –
"No, no, no," he drawled, and suddenly, a hand grasped my chin painfully and jerked my head to the direction of his voice.
My eyes…met his.
He smiled. "Can't have you waking up Sir Fucks A lot, can I?"
I froze, felt my heart beat practically out of my bleeding chest. Kale – in front of me…Kale…
He chuckled, shaking his head before he let go of my chin and gave my cheek a smug pat.
Kale…touching me…
"Oh, jeez," he growled under his breath, rolling his eyes. He leaned back on the toilet seat, crossing one leg over the other. He was dressed in the same garb he had on the very last day I saw him – a white button up shirt and simple jeans. "Stop freakin' out, idiot nymph. This isn't real and you haven't lost your sanity, yet."
I let out another shaky breath, looked down at myself when I noticed the absence of red in my peripherals. I shook, noticed my body was back to normal as well as my bath water.
Kale's snort made me turn my gaze back to him and he gave me a toothy smile when our eyes locked again. "Sorry, just felt like fucking with you a little."
"Since when have you not," I mumbled, unable to control my mouth as I turned my head away from him. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down…
"Think before you speak, whore," he warned, voice booming loudly and threatening to damage my hearing. I bowed my head a little, close my eyes and tried to calm my now jumping heart. "I was just playing with you. If you hadn't been in such a shock, you would've noticed you felt no pain when you were 'bleeding.'"
When I thought he wouldn't touch me again, I slowly raised my head up and looked over to him again. I mumbled an apology, realizing that what he'd said was true…
"Do not spite me again," He said, softer now. I watched as he leaned over to me, felt my stomach flip and tried to keep my cool when he grabbed my chin and made me look him clean in the eyes. Demanding. Threatening. Merciless. "I won't hesitate to make this dream into a nightmare."
It's never been a dream with you; only a nightmare. But…wait…I don't understand…
My mouth gaped a little in confusion.
He chuckled when he read my expression and let go of my chin with amusement evident in his murky bluish eyes. He patted my cheek again, probably to piss me off with his mocking, but I was too surprised and scared to really react besides holding my mouth open like a retarded fish.
"That's right, I own this single dream," he said. "Because I came into your dreams and made it myself."
I don't understand still…does this mean his spirit is haunting my dreams? And what does he mean this "single dream?" Does that mean he won't even come into my dreams again, after this?
I moved my head away from his damn hand and I snapped out of it. "What the – how – you're –"
"Yes, dumbass," he snapped. His hand reached again and tried to grab at me, but I scoot back before I could think.
Before I could even blink my eyes, my head hit the wall and something cold was pressed against my neck along with the large hand gripping at my hair. Feeling my body's heart beat, blood pressure, and blood flow speed up, I snapped open my eyes in fear. His glaring eyes met mine and I felt like a bucket of ice water just splashed onto me.
"I'm dead," he laughed at my frightened expression. "How do you think I'm haunting your dream and controlling it?"
I stammered and strained my eyes downward to see what he was pressing against my neck. It felt like…like…
"You're second, slightly yandere lover, Sir Fucks A lot, killed me with this knife," he confirmed for me. "It sure is sharp, yes?"
I gulped before turning my eyes from his and becoming stiff as a board. This may be a dream, but he could kill me if he wanted…what would happen then…?
"Why are you here, Kale," I whispered questioning and as softly as I could. I really didn't want to do anything that was against his wishes…
It was like just before. He hasn't changed. Then again…whatever…
I didn't get an answer.
Instead, the scene changed and I was no long in the bathtub. I was suddenly against the bathroom counter and nobody was around me. I could still feel Kale's presence; I know he's still here…but…
I looked around, breaking out in a nervous cold sweat. This is crazy! What does he want…?
I looked in front of myself, realized there was mirror and I saw a naked girl with her back turned to me. She seemed to be my height, had my skin, it seemed and her back was nice smooth – like mine used to be. Her hair was clipped up and piled messily on top her head…
Wait a minute…
I think my hair is too…I don't feel my hair on my shoulders anymore. But I'm so not moving…I have a weird feeling about this…
I stared at the girl's back for a long while, until I noticed something different…
…an imperfection suddenly showed up on her perfect skin. And another. And another. Until…
I realized…it was me.
"You want to get acquainted with these," suddenly, Kale was next to me again. I watched him as he fiddled with the reflective knife in his hand with a bored expression. He stared back at me, dark and serious (yet, surprisingly calm). "These beautiful scars I gave you."
I turned my eyes from his. I stared at my back in the mirror, fascinated with this…So many…and I remember the pain of every single one.
I traced the abstract, risen skin; each scar had its own shape, figure, and design. Some even overlapped over the other, causing an even more screwed up theme. So much pain…I understand now…
The one that stood out more than anything – was the single, skinny scar that ran from the base of the back of my neck to my tail-bone.
The first scar.
"You want to move on, well," he looked over to me and I looked up to him, at a loss of words. 'Course, knowing him…he liked it when I didn't have something to say. "You've done that."
He sounded accusing, but it's not like I cared. He was dead. I was in love with someone else. He had no power over me. Not anymore.
"Yes, I know," he reached down, slowly moved his hand toward my face. When his finger tips touched my skin, I was surprised. It wasn't like a few moments, minutes, hours (I don't know) ago. It was slow, almost seemingly gentle and innocent. "I should be burning in hell right now…but…"
His large hand lightly caressed my face and my eyes widened a little in surprise.
…
Figures…only in a dream, I'd finally feel the gentle touches Kale had been capable of using but never did.
It's almost a shame…almost…
"For the last time," he said lowly, staring down at me warmly – almost lovingly. "…Goodbye…"
I opened my mouth a little, tried to say something. I didn't stop myself from getting on my tip toes to try and touch his face as well. And he smiled, moved some of my bangs out of my face as my finger tips graced his cheek.
Then, he was gone.
And I awoke with a yelp and a jolt.
Oh my God…
Oh my God…
Kale…he…
I felt my heart bubble and my eyes lightly burn. But I shook it away. That was goodbye. Quite a goodbye in fact…
…I don't feel so nervous or insecure anymore. Kale wasn't with me anymore – no longer there as the person who caused such horrors for me.
These were just scars…and scars are all that they'll be. Each has a story, and I swear, I'm going to tell it. No matter what.
No matter how hard it will be once I start.
Lightly smiling to myself, I bowed my head and forgave Kale for the first time.
And the last…
"Oy," I jolted at the sudden voice and I knew Len had woken up. "What are you doing in that tub instead of my bed?"
I raised my head and looked over to him. He was just staring at me softly, expectant, as he leaned against the door frame. The door was wide open behind him.
"You shouldn't be complaining, ," I snorted softly, lightly getting an immediate smirk on my face for the statement I was about to make. (Man, I'm such a pervert.) "Not when I naked and wet right in front of you."
He raised a brow at me before sliding away from the door frame. He reached behind himself, grabbed the door knob, and with a slightly thick bang, he closed the door. He puffed a few strands of hair out of his face, not looking groggy at all. What the hell?
"I believe you're correct," he muttered lowly, making my heart jump with sudden excitement. "I apologize."
My smirk turned into a smile as I leaned back and exposed more of myself to him. I purposefully looked at him seductively from his feet to his very eyes, showing him that I wanted something…
I know, it's sudden. But just knowing I had no ties to the one who caused misery – plus the fact that Len is just too skilled for his own good – couldn't stop the already growing urge.
I bet if I weren't in this water right now, I'd be as wet as I was yesterday evening.
"Apology accepted," I said tenderly. And then I thickened my voice a little. "Why do you…come join me? The water's still hot." I emphasized that I wanted him to by using my finger and beckoned him over with a sexy gesture.
His eyes lidded a little as his brows shot up, asking me if I was serious. I cocked my head to the side, letting out a light giggle. "Come on," I pushed.
He snickered, shaking his head. But I didn't miss the slow flush that was reddening his cheeks suddenly. "We used to be so traditional. Now we're doing it against doors and in other places," he said softly before beginning to make his way over to me.
I watched with a blush creeping up my neck as he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall. I traced his nicely toned yet lean muscles. With googly-eyes, I stared at his perfect abs and slightly exposed waist. I sighed. Oh God, yes…
"I know I just woke up and I know I'm still a little tired," his voice brought my gaze back up to his and he was giving me a heated look. "But if you keep looking at me like that, I don't think I'll restrain myself."
I watched as he slid down his plaid pajama pants along with his boxers. My face burned before I sent back a dangerous look. "Never, restrain yourself with me. Take me by surprise, like you somehow still do. You know I like that."
He mumbled something under his breath but I couldn't ask him what he'd said since he was climbing in, settling himself across from me. We fixed our legs, so we weren't poking each other in an awkward place – although…heh… - and I settled my small feet on his thighs as he relaxed back. It's a good thing this bathtub's faucet is different than other tubs. The faucet's on the side, not the end where your feet go.
He let down his hair, ran his hands through it until it laid down more before he relaxed his head against the wall. We stared at each other. And for some reason, our eyes couldn't stop straying from each other's faces. We just kept peeking down, repeatedly.
Oh…God…
"What time is it," I asked hoarsely, blushing like crazy.
"3:10," he answered back, just the same.
"Do you have work tomorrow?"
"No."
"Do you know how long we'll be in here, if we do this," I asked then, lightly gulping as my heart sped up.
He swallowed. "Un-until noon."
"Oh shit…" I stared at him for just a moment, and he stared back in a flustered silence.
I moved first. I couldn't take it anymore. He looked too god-damn cute – too delicious to not stay away from any longer. He was in front of me, blushing, naked, and wet – not to mention slightly hard – so…why the hell not?
It's a good thing this tub is larger than we are, or else I wouldn't of had room.
"Rin," he breathed, looking from my chest up to me. I was settled on him, hovering over his face with my legs positioned out beside his thighs. I was spread perfectly over him, all I needed to do was arouse him a bit more and then –
"Oh," he murmured before his hands were suddenly on my hips with a careful grip. "I see. You want to be on top."
I was about to say something, until his moved my hips a little and made my wet entrance brush over his growing erection. My breath hitched.
"Don't worry, it's no problem with me," he sighed, looking up at me with bright, passionate blue eyes. And then he craned his neck a little, reached my breast and took a hand off my hip to settle against my back. I felt a small shock as he pushed my towards him a little and suddenly his mouth was on my breast, taking it in his mouth as he then rubbed his hand upward a little.
"L-Len," I breathed, moving my hands to his hair and lightly grasping at it. I felt his tongue lightly flick at my nipple, which made it erect immediately. I lightly let out a small gasp. "O-oh…"
I felt his nails begin to graze down my back, which made me arch and moan loudly without control. Damn him, knowing exactly how to get me even more aroused. My grip on his hair tightened a little and I slowly pulled back his head, made him look at me.
My eyes were set in a hard, torrid gaze. His answer back was making me –
"Ahn," I highly moaned out loud, suddenly surprised that he was actually –
"I want you," he whispered, and I lightly let go of his hair to run my hands through it. God…
"I want you, screaming again," he continued, both hands back on my hips. I knew it was almost time. "And all because of me."
I opened my mouth to say something again, but I couldn't when he pulled my hips down. I felt the head enter me and all I could do was drawl out a moan from the sudden sensation. But I couldn't stop there, not yet. I know I have to adjust, but he needs to be –
He leaned back his head, let out a strangled moan as I slid myself down, down, down –
"Ah," I squeaked with I felt that I had all of him inside and I craned down, set my forehead against his. We puffed air into each other's faces, trying to get into the sensation again. But from the looks of it, I need just a moment before that happens. I still haven't adjusted to him yet and damn it, I wonder if I ever will.
Although…
"I – I don't u-understand how you're still s-so t – tight," he whispered shakily. His hands tightened.
"I don't either," I murmured before lightly nuzzling him. He lightly kissed at my mouth before taking it into a deep kiss. I settled my hands on the sides of his neck, lightly grazed my thumbs against his chin as he fondled his tongue against mine.
Before long, after making-love to each other's mouths until we couldn't even breathe anymore, I leaned back in order to give myself more leverage so I could move. As I did, a thin connection of our saliva stretched as my mouth left his until it broke. Quickly, I settled my hands against his shoulders and he licked his swollen lips, torridly gazing up at me.
I licked mine as I gave a light smile. Here I go…
"Ahnh," Len moaned almost immediately as I rolled my hips against his. Argh, that did it –
I dug my nails into his shoulders as I breathed deeply to calm down a little. He was angled just right…just right…
Water slouched around us as I rolled my hips again and Len let out a "manly" whimper which made me lightly laugh. Oh, that was cute…
His eyes, half-lidded and full of love and lust, lightly glared at me. Then he thrust up his hips in vengeance.
"AH," I squealed loudly from the action. "O-oh, I was j-just kidding," I breathlessly scolded.
His lips turned upward and he leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against mine in apology. "What, you didn't like it?"
I felt my face burn harder and from the embarrassment, I dug my nails deeper into his shoulders before I –
"Mmmmh," he groaned as our foreheads pushed against each other's. My breathing quickened as my heart began to race faster.
"Len," I whispered before I rose myself a little on my knees again, shook as I felt him slowly slide out as I did, and then squealed loudly when I settled back down swiftly.
"Ahnnn," moaned Len before his hands tightened on my hips and lifted me up a little. I moaned myself from the new change, but wondered just what he was doing; he was just holding me up a little, not very much but enough to where he was almost out of me.
With a red face and confused stare, I asked him what the hell he was doing with my eyes, but he only lightly smiled before he spread his legs a little and pressed his back against the wall.
"You know, it's a good thing you didn't fill this tub all that much," he said, somewhat hoarsely, but it was still husky and sexy. God, it sent shivers up my spine, I tell yea'.
"W-why," I asked dazedly, moving my hands up from his shoulders to his face and lightly caressed his jaw.
His smile widened as he took one of his hands off my hip and reached up to his face. He grasped one of mine from his face, interlinked our fingers again, like last time. Oh, th-that means –
I tightened the muscles on my thighs to keep me up on my knees in that very position when he suddenly thrust upward and plummeted deep inside me before sliding back out. Yes, it hurt that one damn leg, but it's not like I give a shit right now.
Once again, this is amazing. Len…you're just amazing…
"Len," I cried as he did it again. And again. And again – and –
"R-Rin," he moaned loudly, finally finding a rhythm and thrusting into me steadily and fluent. I squeezed his hand as I did the same with my eyes. Damn it, damn it…
God…if he speeds up, we won't last long. Obviously, I'm either too tight or he's just too big – but no matter what, I don't ever want him to stop…not now…not for hours.
I panted as I pinned his hand, interlinked with my, against the wall and I gave him a deep look.
He slightly tilted his head and I only began to grin as sweat began to bead at my forehead. I don't give a shit anymore. I'm going to do my part too. After all, I am on top.
"You're right," I shakily exclaimed as I brushed some of his beautiful hair out of his flushed, wet face. "It's a good thing I didn't."
His breathing hitched for a moment and I took that time to thrust myself down right when he thrust up.
I gasped, surprised that I could feel that same shock as I had yesterday and I whimpered deep in my throat as Len bellowed a curse, immensely surprised.
"F-fuck," I moaned as we did it again, timing it perfectly this time. "Faster."
"Right back atcha'," he grounded as he squeezed his hand over mine.
And he did just that.
So did I, as well.
"AHH – YESSS," I yelled almost immediately. "LEN!"
He mumbled something breathlessly before I felt him jerk my hip a little to make me stop. When I got the picture, but felt him keep going after he hardened his grip, I couldn't help crying out. The water slouched and splattered and moved until there were actually mini waves forming around us, but the immensely familiar slap our sexes and skin made against each other – I couldn't help but getting more aroused from it.
His thrusting was hard and quick as time went on, I couldn't make myself shut up even if I tried and he couldn't either. Once again we were making too much noise and it was probably only close to four o'clock in the morning. I feel sorry for them, I really do, but I'm just too busy to care.
Every sound I made came out in different pitches and shook since my body jerked from his almost harsh thrusting, and it almost sounded laughable – but this was just no laughing matter. It felt so good, so new to be doing such positions in new places. It was kinky, that was for sure, but the fact that it was something different and extremely satisfying only makes it worthwhile.
It sure is weird having sex in bath water though, especially for a girl. It makes you worry that water will get trapped in you somehow, creepy.
But, then again, to hell with it.
I realized I was practically screaming from the repeat of that shock so many times in a row I lost count when I discovered my vision was beginning to blur. Len was just concentrating his breathing as much as he could, trying his hardest not to make the loud sounds I was, but I'm sure it was super hard. He would probably be as loud I am right now.
But, I knew he was getting closer to his edge when he suddenly began to squeeze the daylights out of my hand. Though, of course, I squeezed back because I was too. And fast.
"AH – AHNNHN," I screeched when he got even harder, somehow. I couldn't stop myself from leaning over to him and pressing our sweaty foreheads together again. Almost there –
"Ahhhh," he bellowed suddenly and I felt tears prickle my eyes. We squeezed harder, practically fighting each other over whose grip was the strongest as we got closer and closer to our climax.
But then, finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my head back and screamed like I had never screamed before. And he yelled just as I did.
Shaking uncontrollably after that, I just slumped against him and panted harshly to try and get my breath. He went limp for a moment, his fingers lifting up from mine a little. Yeah…we came pretty hard again. I don't even want to know how much of an explosion it was, but it's probably a mess down there.
My poor thighs…
At least it wasn't two times. As amazing as it is, it's just not healthy.
"I l-love you, d-damn it," I practically wheezed against his shoulder. He slowly regained himself, gave my hand a light squeeze as he panted against my ear.
"We – w-we came," he breathed deeply. "A-at the s-same time."
I bobbed my head enthusiastically, absolutely on cloud nine. "I - I can't believe it..."
His arms tightened around me, trying his best to catch his breath. Heh, he wasn't the only one dizzy.
"At - at least it wasn't two in a row," I reasoned softly, stuffing my face the crook of his sweaty neck. "We - We'd be unconscious and would probably drown."
"C-can't believe we did this in a bathtub," he mumbled.
I giggled.
Oh, Len, there are plenty of more places we're going to do this, and you know it. All until dawn breaks, you're mine.
And I am yours.
A/N: There's more to come, so freshen up - drink some juice, listen to creepy music, or sleep - then come back. (Yeah, obviously this is going to be pretty long, since there's a flippin' break, lawl. XD)
• Len •
I guess it was just one of those nights where no matter how many times you did something, you just couldn't stop doing it again and again and again. But, I digress. It's not really a big deal when your lover is just as will to play on repeat all night. (It hadn't been my idea in the first place, but I obviously had no complaint or doubt.)
But…damn, am I sore.
"It's a good thing we don't really have anything planned today," I heard Rin whisper as I groaned from waking up. "I think if I had to go to work, I would have to call in sick for the first time since I started working there."
I slowly opened y eyes and then regretted it. It's so bright. It must be late morning.
Oh, man, my…all my lower regions hurt like a bitch.
"Me too," I had to agree, because it was true. I've never been so sore in my life. And it's different between her and I. She's the one who took the penetration; she probably can't even walk now, after a night like that (or morning?).
Rin let out a small laugh and I felt something poke me in the side. Probably her finger. I'd recognize those sharp, yellow-painted finger nails no matter what. "You okay," she asked, tone dripping with amusement.
"I should be asking you that," I blurt out, snappy my eyes back open. This time, my sight wasn't sensitive to the bright light spilling through the living room and kitchen windows…
Wait…living and kitchen windows? I suddenly realized we were snuggled close under my sheets, on my mattress, like we were supposed to be. I looked around, trying to recognize my surroundings.
"Oh my God," I murmured, quickly propping myself up by my elbows (which I regretted but ignored), wide eyed. "What the hell – how did we end up here?" We were in our living room, under a blanket that was barely covered us from the air conditioner.
Rin let out a thoughtful sound, which made me turn my gaze over towards hers. She smiled at me the moment I looked at her and tilted her head cutely; just as confused. "Uh…I don't know anymore…"
I blinked. Then looked around again, to make sure I wasn't just seeing things. Wow. We were really in our living room, on the floor, with only a blanket on us and nothing else. How could this have happened? I don't have any knowledge that I can recall…
I let out a small huff and sat up completely. I leaned forward a little, slightly stretched out my legs as I rested my hands on my thighs and lightly began to finger at the soft, white blanket absentmindedly. Man, I'm stumped…
All I could remember was the bath…
"H-how many times did we…?" My question flowed out of my mouth and drifted in the air thickly, making us immediately begin to search through our memories and try to retrace our "steps." I mean, I know – definitely – that we did it a lot, but how many times and – apparently – where?
So, let's see. There was the bath. We had crazy sex there (that was like, whoa) and then, we got out – I was extremely awake by then – and I settled her down on the floor and then we –
"Ah-ha!" Suddenly, from that point in my head after I recalled it, I remembered. Everything.
Just as profoundly, my face grew warm and my hands flew to my face in embarrassment. "Holy shit," I sighed, shaking my head in sudden disbelief. I just couldn't help it. "We…seven…"
With her small intake of breath, I knew she'd remembered too. "Oh! The bath – "
" – bathroom floor – " I cut in lightly.
"Your dresser, your bed, your floor," she continued. My face reddened even more and I knew from her now embarrassed tone she must've been blushing herself. (What are we, virgins or something?)
I stopped there and slowly got my hands off my face when I recalled the sixth. "…the couch…" I turned my eyes over to hers and she blinked at me, beet red in the face. Then, slowly, as if on cue, we both turned our heads over our shoulders and looked at our couch.
I couldn't help but gape. It's so…rumpled. Like, someone just randomly came in, sat down, and kicked the shit out of the cushions before running away giggling. The couch…the poor couch…
"And, right here," she finished, snapping me out of my remorse for "fine" piece of furniture. She looked up at me, just laying there on the carpet, hair slick and ruined by our love-making and skin glistening from all the sweat. With such a red face, exhausted smile, and completely stiff, I knew she wouldn't be able to walk for a week. Literally.
Sighing to myself, turning from disbelief to complete amazement, I reached out and lightly moved a slightly damp blond lock from her face and ran my thumb over her warm cheek. "We became animals the moment we got out of that bathtub."
She laughed softly, looking a little sleepy as she slowly reached out a shaky hand touched my face. "Seems that I'm still not recovered from all those…rounds."
I nodded, absolutely understanding what she meant. I was still having tremors myself.
"My dick hurts," I blurted without thinking and all of a sudden, she began to laugh insanely, weakly pushing at my chest. I began to laugh too, surprised at myself and her loud laughing. Aha, my bad – my mouth was faster that my mind.
"Just imagine how my va – "
"HEY! SHUSH!" I quickly stopped her with a harshly burning face. My statement was an accident! She didn't have to joke and stuff and say something extremely inappropriate on purpose.
She only let out a small string of giggles, shaking her head in extreme amusement. "Oh~, that was great!"
I moved my hand up to her hair and ruffled the somewhat oily locks. "Yeah, yeah, you've had your fun."
She immediately stopped laughing and let out a long 'pfft'. "Whatever, koi."
I chuckled, stopped my ruffling and merely smoothed back her hair a little, loving how it glistened but knew it needed to be washed. And if hers needed washing, my definitely did too.
After a few minutes of staring at each other, I decided to suggest she'd better take her shower first and I'd clean up our…musky smelling and most-likely trashed apartment. Man, that was a lot of sex.
"Oh, no," she said instead of the usual, which surprised me almost tremendously. "Just open the windows and the left the fresh air ventilate that smell out – even though it's probably going to smell like sex for a week, haha~!"
I had no problem what-so-ever with taking a shower with the person I love, but I knew she usually had a problem or insecurity with it. So, giving her a confused yet innocently curious look, I asked her why she'd suddenly changed her mind.
"It's time to take that final step," she said. "And I'll use this opportunity as a beginning." From that, I realized again that, throughout our whole night of excessive love-making, she still hadn't let me see her back or even explained a scar – not even once.
But, as she said, I guess this was the opportunity to change that. And, well, I did as I said I would.
"If you say so, Rin," I murmured, leaning over and kissing her forehead. "Let's open those windows."
This was the first step to the final step. From now on, things would be confessed and explained and showed and we would strip ourselves bare for the other – showing the dark secrets we had run away from before.
Though, it wasn't really me who had been running away from what had happened or what they did…
It was her. The biggest key to this final task to our "forever."
Therefore, she called the shots. And I would be with her, every step of the way.
B | S
I knew she was nervous about taking a shower with me because as we roamed around our apartment, opening the windows to ventilate the smell of our love making out of the rooms, she grew increasingly tense. Well, she was tense in the first place due to our heavy amount of physical activities, so she literally needed help walking properly – she called me a "beast" for that – and she tightened and kept her grip on me so that's how I knew. Plus, I've known her for eleven years. Despite my delay in realized she was in trouble six months ago, I knew when something was wrong with her.
When we reached the last window in the guest/crap and gaming room (just to ventilate extra fresh air), I turned to her before we unlocked the latches.
"Rin, are you sure about this? Because if you don't want to, I absolutely understand…" I trailed as her eyes went from anxious to sincere.
"I've made up my mind," she said, softly but with no room for argument. "It's my back and we've both got to get used to how it looks no matter what. And…"
I watched as her eyes grew warm. She looked up to me, radiated her love towards me in all honesty.
"And, besides, no matter how fucked up my body looks, you'll love me no matter what," she finished, lightly smiling with finality.
Once again, I was left speechless by her. But this time…this time…
My heart wrenched enough until it broke…
Damn it…I love her so much…
Wrapped perfectly in our blanket, I drew her to me as my eyes began to water. I crushed her to my chest.
"Matsudai," my whisper rang through the calm silence.
My chest felt wet, all of a sudden…
B | S
I know it's rude to stare, but I can't seem to look away. Finally, my eyes feast upon the largest damage Kale did to my rose. I don't find this amazing or even surprising. It's just…I can't really fathom anything.
It's like that night, when I found out about what Kale had been doing to Rin. I was numb and I couldn't think correctly. I was so furious though. But now, I can't form an actual reaction. I was definitely not prepared for this – or at least…not as much as I'd wanted to.
…I just kept staring like an idiot. And Rin just stood there, watching me through the mirror as I stood behind her. We were in the bathroom, finally about to take our first shower together.
And all I can do is stare…
I don't know how long I'd stared, but it must've been a while because Rin had to grip at the counter to keep her weak legs from buckling. Finally snapping out of it, I settled my hands on her slim hips to steady her and keep her balance.
I opened my mouth to ask if she was okay, until I felt my thumbs brush over some smooth, but lumpy skin…
"Jesus," I finally whispered. My mind unclogged and began to arrange actual sentences and I started to think again. "I can't even fathom…" I trailed. Okay, my bad. 'Though I could actually form a sentence or two and actually say them – but I guess not.
"I know…" she started softly, noticing my difficulty with forming words to says. "See that long scar, in the middle – right on my spine?"
Finding the exact scar, which wasn't hard to do since it stood out throughout the whole colony of abstract figures of risen skin, I traced the long line with my eyes. "Yeah…?"
"That's the first one," she told me, tone deathly small enough to where I had to strain my ears to hear her.
I examined the scar again, noticed how many different scars overlapped the one on her spine. And looking at it, I could almost feel the pain she must've felt when he'd done that.
This would be a story to tell and she knew it the moment she muttered the first scar.
"That scar signifies the first time I pissed him off," she sighed then, when I didn't say anything and continued to stare (again). "The first beating…"
My head shot up with slight interest and I met her eyes by looking at her through the mirror. "…the first…?"
She caught onto what I was asking and her eyes darkened. "Yes…the first rape too…"
My hands absentmindedly tightened on her and for the first time since killing Kale, I felt quite glad I'd done it.
• Rin •
Our shower didn't last long. 'Course, it's not like we were going to take a long time in the first place. We had gone over our limit last night and we were somehow functioning on at least three hour of sleep and no food. So, Len and I are as satisfied as we're going to get.
Plus, I had a feeling that we won't be making-love for a long while, considering we had some 'splainin' to do – especially me. And with that on my shoulders, I knew I would be a little uncomfortable with him touching me do to my reminiscing. But, Len knows me. He'll understand. Plus, he'll probably treat me like a porcelain doll and hardly touch me at all do to the risk of me breaking, or something.
Therefore, this period in our relationship will be stressful and nerve-wracking. But, most definitely, we'll be there for each other in some way – some form.
"Did you make that list? I can't remember if you did or not," Len said as we dried off after our shower.
I was a little shaky from telling and showing the first scar on my back and my memory was a little fuzzy about last night do to the reminiscing I experienced during the shower. But, somehow, through the fog, I remembered that I had never gotten to make that list.
I apologized when I told him. "Rin, it's alright," he told me gently. "We'll make it now before we go."
I nodded. I can't wait to get some food in this place. I miss Len's cooking.
I opened my mouth to ask if we could also pick up something to eat on the way to the store, but my stomach asked him first.
He let out a chuckle. "We'll stop by the Vocal Café on the way, yeah?"
I smiled with a flush on my face and nodded.
B | S
The quick breakfast and grocery shopping didn't take long. We didn't talk much either and it was probably because we knew I would tell something new again tonight. It wasn't uncomfortable and I mellowed out enough to not get uptight when we made skin contact sometimes. Do to our extreme yet tremendously pleasure and tiring morning, we were forced to shop not with a buggy, but on a scooter. I mean, I can hardly walk correctly and Len was all stiff. I would've laughed at it, if only my leg wasn't so sore.
I had to sit on his lap, so it was a good think I was mellow, anyway. Many stared at us, some somewhat indifferent and many other marveled over us. I didn't really get it, considering we've lived in this part of the city all our lives and most of these people know our faces. Perhaps we're cute together or something? There were a few who even asked us if we were twins. Of course we had to confirm that we were lovers, not siblings or incestuous siblings at that and that we were just a regular couple.
Curse our looks and their similarities…
Anyway, it's four o'clock in the afternoon and Len and I still haven't talked. I guess we've finally reached the point where everything was awkward between us now. Or something close to it.
I already hate it, but after we put the groceries up and ate an awesome lunch – Len's amazing grilled-cheese sandwiches – Len picked up my sheets from the laundry room downstairs. After that, I made my bed and we watched T.V. for a while, but I know we didn't pay attention to whatever we watched. We had been shoulder to shoulder, completely quiet, and we could hardly move without either surprising the other or causing pain for ourselves.
Not too long ago, Len got up and murmured he was going to start on dinner and began banging around in the kitchen. So, feeling useless by just watching him from the couch, I got up and excused myself to my room.
Now I wish I hadn't. Although, at the moment, I had a moment of peace without him and it isn't that bad. But, unlike most girls with their lovers, I felt the need to be with Len again. I don't know, it's always been this way. Our bond started the moment he cheered me up in the orphanage – a week after my parents died. It's like I can't even live without him being in the same room!
Turning over in my bed, I let out a heavy sigh and murmured his name. Gosh…I wish this would pass by quickly…
Well, I wonder, really. Surely there's a way to fast-forward this period in our relationship. And I think I know exactly how to do it…
Oh…
…Oh…
Ohhh….
I know what I have to do. That'll be…
Well…hmm…
I rose up from my bed, raising a brow at myself as the realization hit me. Oh man…
…Well, it's worth a shot. I'll have hundreds of memories showering down on me, but this…there's got to be a way to make this quick and as painless as possible. Well, okay, not so painless, only quick. Len says I need to take my time with these things. Well, not when it's putting our relationship in such a tight spot.
I'll make him eat his words.
Letting out a shaky breath at myself, I reached up and took out the hair-pins holding back my bangs. Walking over to the dresser to set them in my little ring-keeper, I looked up at myself and stared.
Then, slowly, my hands reached down to the bottom hem of my T-shirt and in no time, I yanked it over my head.
I sighed as I stared at myself, only in my dark red bra and yellow sweat pants.
"Here goes nothing," I muttered, reaching down and sliding down my pants. "This ends tonight."
As the pants fell loosely around my ankles, I blinked.
I could've sworn I'd heard laughter just a second ago. Right in my ear…
• Len •
Well, what can I say? I was expecting this. I'm not turned off. I'm not turning away from Rin – God no. I'm just sort of disappointed what I knew would happen came true. Meh, can I say? Oh well…
With a slight and uncontrollable pout, I stirred the fresh tomato sauce and added a few spices and seasoning. I peeked over to the searing meatballs in the stew-pot next to me, making sure they were keeping shape and cooking well. Grease popped at me a little as I knocked one to the side and made sure it wasn't sticking to the bottom. Damn meat.
It seemed to be in order, so I went back to the sauce and stirred it a bit more before setting the pot's matching lid on the top and turned down the heat. I turned to the clock as I loosened the apron around my waist and set it on the kitchen island.
Well, it's been about an hour and a half since Rin went to her room…I wonder what she's doing…
I hope she's okay. I don't want to just walk in there and see something…
Feeling a shiver run down my back, I turned from the stove and moved to the refrigerator. No, can't think that way. Rin's strong. Very strong.
Shaking my head to myself, I opened the fridge door and bent down to grab a can of banana flavored Powerade. Got to calm my nerves. I'm dying for a very biting soda, but it seems I need to lay off of them. I've been belching a lot and I hate that, no matter how funny it is and how much it makes Rin laugh. I don't know about anyone else, but I despise almost throwing up in my mouth, thank you.
Opening the bottle effortlessly, I settled my back against the kitchen island while watching over the stove, making sure the sauce didn't run over and the meatballs get too done.
…Rin…
At least she'll like this dinner selection. She loves my spaghetti, besides her favorite dinner. Perhaps this'll melt the little ice that's forming between us and creating an unintentional wall.
Actually liking the idea, I lightly smiled to myself as I took a sip of my drink. Yeah, this'll be good. Surely we'll have an actual conversation then…
I tilt my head to the side a little when I hear something peculiar.
What…?
Then, all of a sudden, I hear a knock.
Turning my head to the door way towards the hallway and front door, I observed what made the knocking and before I knew it, my eyes met my future wife's.
"Rin," I ask almost immediately, observing her persona that very moment.
Her arm was rose, her hip cocked to the side with her hand balled in a small fist. She had knocked. And she had come with something interesting.
Or, more like…wearing something interesting…
More like…wearing nothing at all.
My mouth hung open almost immediately and I had to stop myself from dropping my banana Powerade from the surprise.
She's definitely never done this before – especially not so unexpectedly. Not only that, but I didn't even see…th-this coming! Especially with what just happened earlier today.
But, I guess…she decided this on her own. I mean, there she is, staring at me intently without even a patch of pink skin on her face. She wasn't blushing like she was wanting something from me.
Her face was serious. Naked. Serious. Not a good combination, but still, it was the truth.
Setting my bottle down slowly, I looked back up to her and cocked a brow before turning to the stove and turning off all the burners.
Dinner was ready anyway.
Well, there yea' go. I know, flippin' long and for what? Just some brief description of what the hell's on her back and a final farewell from Kale. Oh, not to mention that bathtub scene, which I don't really like all that much…then again, I don't really like my material all the time.
Review and I assure you, part III – the final part – will definitely be updated quicker than this was. I'll break my arm if I don't. Lol…not really…but I'll be VERY ANGRY at myself XDDD. Sorry for the long wait. Until next time, my loyal fans ;D!