Out In the Open; Chapter Three: Guilty Enough

By: x - - unwrittenMELODY


Third chapter, ayo.

Had my friend, Lise read over this, she loved it. So I hope you love it, too.

Steve's POV, it get's hot in this one.

Decided to add another chapter, just cause I don't want it to end here.

Uh, yeah. It's M for later chapters (which is this chapter). That and frequent cursing, and a slight bondage. oh, and sexy time with our star couple;

BTW: This takes place after my story Crazy for you. It will make alot more sense if you read it (or skimmed it).
BTW 2: This is sort of a AU so it only focuses on Darren and Steve's relationship before the book (and they are 17, okay?)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything beside's the fact I wrote this. I wish I did, though. Oh, I wish I did. *stares in the distance longingly;

So, enjoy! And Happy Holidays!


I got him right where I want him. His eyes shone with terror, and that's just what I wanted. I wanted him to feel how I felt, and how I wasn't fucking around this time. I pulled him up by his writs and dragged him to his bed, pinning him down, staring him straight into his eyes. He was trembling, aw, how cute. Everything I wanted was happening at that moment, and gripped him by his hair, watching him squirm and moan underneath me.

"Do you like it when I do this to you?"

He didn't reply, only struggle under my grip. He should of known better, I love it when he struggles. It gives this chase more of an edge.

"Answer me," I growled, narrowing my eyes as he tried to look away.

I forced his head back and moved in closer, "Answer me."

I crushed my lips against his and he whined underneath me at the kiss, thrusting myself onto his body and heard him cry my name behind the kiss. I smirked, knowing I was going to win this. As I pulled away, he was gasping for air, and he stared up at me with wide eyes.

"Steve..."

"You know, if your trying to pretend your not turned on, you should try and hide it better," I mused, grabbing him through his pants.

He arched under my touch, and a successful smile graced my face and I let go. He tried to hold it in, but a utter of a whimper fled from his lips.

"Stay here," I commanded, getting up from the bed and left the room, searching.

What exactly? Something to bind my... victim with. He was going to realize that this wasn't a petty game, and that I was going to show him the true meaning of being out in the open. Shit, there was nothing, not even a goddamned rope! How can they have... then, my eyes caught something orange. I kneeled down before the closet in the dark hallway and picked them up. I could feel the sneer curl onto my lips. Perfect.

I heard shuffling and my eyes shot up, towards Darren's room. I growled angrily, standing up. Didn't I tell him to stay put? I gripped the cord tightly in my hand and opened the door forcefully, just catching him as he was trying to get out through the window.

"Get the fuck back here."

I grabbed him roughly by the hair, yanking him back inside and threw him to the ground. I heard him moan, and realized no matter how far he wanted to run, he wanted this.

"You know, you say you love me. I say you can make it up to me, and then you try and run away?"

"Steve, I wasn't trying to leave," I heard him lie, his voice trembling and I picked him up and put him back onto the bed, and went to work.

Time to reveal what was in that closet. I wrapped both of the extension cords around his wrists tightly, binding him there. When finished, I watched him stay there and struggle.

"Steve, what the hell? Untie me!"

"Can't do that," I said, straddling him and pushed his head to the side.

"You know, I could scream now and you could be so dead!" he threatened and I froze, looking down at him and then smiled coyly.

I leaned in close, placing my lips to his ear and felt him shudder as I kissed his earlobe.

"You wouldn't. You love me too much," I whispered.

He didn't move and when I pulled away, there was tears in his eyes and I kissed his cheek. He knew I was right, hell, I knew I was right. He didn't say anything but he closed his eyes, mouth closed tightly. I sat up, slightly irritated by his silence and decided to get this show on the road. I grinded against him, and a small gasp released from his lips. The faster I moved, the harder he'd pant. The harder I grinded, the louder he'd become, and soon it got so bad I had to cover his mouth with my hand.

"Shh. You don't want to wake up Mommy and Daddy, right Darwen?" I cooed, laughing at the glare he shot my way.

I didn't last long, though, as I leaned down and bit roughly on his neck. Even my hand couldn't cover the loud scream that erupted from his throat. His legs were kicking from under me, but when I began to suck on the wound, soft mewls of pleasure were heard from under my hand.

"I'll move my hand if you can shut up," I said and he only nodded, and when I pulled my hand away he clamped his mouth down, trying his hardest not to make too much noise.

Man, did he suck at this. I licked my lips and moved my mouth away from his neck, looking to his face. His hair was matted down and pressed against his face, his mouth open, soft pants drawling out. Such a beautiful sight. I was tempted to kiss him, but that couldn't happen, not yet.

I slowly took off his boxers and tossed them across the room, and pulled out my Swiss army knife I always carried around and I saw a flash of fear cross Darren's delicate features.

"Calm down, pussy," I mumbled, lifting his undershirt up and cut it down the middle, tearing the rest off when I was through.

He was still shaking when I flipped it closed and slid it into my pocket and I smirked.

"Steve, please..."

"Hm? Steve please what? Steve please 'fuck me'? Steve, please 'take me, I'm so sorry'? What is it, Shan?" I said in a tender voice and his face flushed in embarrassment.

I leaned down and took a taut nipple into my mouth, sucking on it gently, satisfied with the sounds that came from a top of me. Still, I wasn't satisfied enough. I then bit hard and he did his best to hold in a scream, but he was still pretty loud. Goddamnit, if I got caught...

"Shut up."

"It feels good..." he whispered and I pulled away and looked at him.

Well, he just grew some balls right then. He was staring me dead in the eyes with that beautiful flush that was all over his cheeks, and I have never been so turned on in my life. THIS is what I wanted, him to want to fight me back. The rush of the chase was over, and the thrill of the fight kicked in.

"Cute," I said, lifting one of his legs over my shoulders and slid the zipper of my jeans down so I could place myself at his entrance.

"Fuck you," he mumbled and I grinned, shoving myself inside of him.

I slapped my hand over his mouth as he screamed and I bit my knuckle as I could feel a moan want to push through past my lips. I grimaced, almost forgetting about my broken hand and placed it back on my side. It hurt like a bitch. Still, I could hardly feel it with how tight Darren was.

"Holy shit," we uttered in unison and I looked at him, but he wasn't looking at me.

I sat there for a moment, getting adjusted and began to move at a brisk pace, not giving him time to get comfortable or prepared. He tried to hide it, but tears were streaming down his cheeks and sharp gasps came from his mouth as his body rocked along with mine. I think I hit his prostate a few times, because he would moan lowly and his head would tilt back.

"Harder."

"Your not giving me orders, are you?" I said, pushing in deeper and heard him squeak in reply.

"Harder," he said through gritted teeth, and I groaned when he pushed himself onto me forcefully.

I wasn't believing this, he wasn't resisting. I frowned a bit then pushed in harder and he pushed back just as hard. Fine, two can play at this game. That's how it went. If I went harder, he would push back. If I pulled his hair, he'd moan but not look away from my eyes. When I tightened the cord, he only gave me a small smirk.

Holy shit, a smirk. I leaned over him and grabbed him, squeezing that precious organ with my fingers. A soft whine came from him and I only moved my hands a bit up and down, not much speed compared to how hard I was pushing into him. He was mumbling something I couldn't hear and I leaned in even closer.

"What was that?" I said, and his eyes met mine, and I realized his face wasn't flushed from sex.

"I love you."

I stopped all together and he winced but there wasn't any other movement after that. He pushed back onto me and looked at me.

"Keep moving..."

I blindly complied and watched as his eyes, half-lidded, watched me as I thrust in and out of him. His moans were faint, barley there and his hands reached towards me even if his arms couldn't. He moaned my name in the most beautiful voice I have ever heard and I could feel him tighten around me. I grunted, closing my eyes and gripped hard on his dick and a flash of light blinded my vision. I felt a warm liquid cover my hand and looked down to see he had came, and on my shirt, too.

"I love you, Steve."

I bit my lip, a sudden wave of guilt ran through me, but I didn't reply, only pull out of him and wiped my hand on his covers. When I looked back to him, he was staring at his desk and I looked over, too. The screen on his cell phone was lit up and I got up, opening it and saw that there were seven missed calls and a voicemail. I tossed a glance over my shoulder but Darren wasn't looking anymore, only at the window.

I pressed the 'call voicemail' on the screen and placed the cell phone to my ear, hearing the tone for the one new message. It was from today, and I listened:

Darren, your ignoring me now? Why? You told me you still had feelings for me, but you pretend I don't exist! What was that 'I love Steve' stuff? Darren... Darren please pick up!

I stood there, and I could hear Darren's voice whisper softly, "Press nine."

I did and it told me that there were a two saved messages.

Darren, it's Becca. Today... what did you mean, you loved someone else. I kissed you, and you kissed me back! I know it was real! Why did you pull away? Why did you give me my necklace back! Please Darren, we can make this work. Please call me back.

It was basically the same for the other message and I flipped the phone shut, placing my hands on his desk, rushes of guilt hitting me.

"I told you... I didn't want to be with her. I don't love her," he said softly, and for fucks sake, I was not crying.

I'm Steve Leonard, the leopard. Leopards were not weak. They did not cry, they did not, they didn't. They were strong, they are strong creatures...

"Did this prove it to you? Did you get what you wanted? Do you believe me?" he asked in the same soft tone and I rubbed at my eyes, standing up straight.

I looked over to him and he solemnly looked back to me, moving his hands a bit as he was still bound to the bed. I walked over and untied him, and he laid there, his eyes avoiding mine.

"Darren..."

"You didn't trust me. How's this going to be a relationship without trust?" he whispered softly, tossing his busied arm over his eyes so I couldn't see them.

I didn't move, I couldn't. I didn't know what to say, but when I saw Darren's body tremble, I realized that revenge isn't always so sweet. I fucked up again, hadn't I? I got up, turning my back to him. Shit, this room was too quiet. I could hear him crying, crying over me.

"How can this be a relationship without trust?" he repeated, and I heard the rustling of sheets and I hurried to the window; I couldn't face him now, not after all of this.

Not with all of the guilt.

"Steve... Steve no, please, come back!"

"I have to go Darren, school will start soon," I said, half-heartedly, standing by the open window.

"Steve... since when do you care about school?"

Only Darren would be so clueless. I took a step towards the window, placing my foot on the pane. I looked back at him, not baring to hide my face and the shame. His face was soaked in tears, but I probably looked just a disheveled.

"I'll see you in class," I said and hopped to the tree, knowing he was going to follow after me.

"Steve, don't..."

I gave him a sad smile and held onto the tree branch, looking him in the eye. It was morning now, school would start soon. I couldn't sleep now, not with all of this on my mind.

"It's my turn to make it up to you," I said softly and ignored his cries of protest as I climbed down the tree and picked up my bike.

I rode as fast as I could back home, not looking back.

I don't think I had the heart to.


Last chapter is coming soon.

It's Christmas Eve, so a little chappie to fill you until the day after Christmas!

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And again, Happy Holidays!