"Hello, Eddie."
Eddie's stomach coiled at the sound of his name again. It sounded so right coming from his Darling's mouth. That beautiful mouth. Eddie ran a thumb over Waylon's lips, causing him to shiver.
Eddie glanced down, and noticed that his Darling was a little more excited than she was letting on.
"What a naughty girl," Eddie spoke with much contentment and arousal in his voice.
Waylon gulped, trying to think of a way out of this, but a way to stay in Eddie's favor, also. The only thing he could think of was to play along with Eddie's idea of the perfect Bride. Just long enough to find a means of escape.
Waylon reached out and grabbed Eddie's waistcoat again, pressing their lips together again, albeit a little hesitantly, moaning loud enough for Eddie to hear. Eddie kissed Waylon back more aggressively this time, making it clear to him who was dominant here.
"I only have so much resolve, Darling," His voice lowered to a deep, rough, sexual tone, "and you're testing all of it."
Eddie was slightly nervous, and a little confused. None of the other sluts had ever been this way with him. None of them ever wanted him within three feet of them, let alone him touching them. And here was his Darling, even before her surgery, just begging to be kissed, and touched.
Honestly, it made him feel good. It was as if one so irresistible as Waylon, held Eddie with such endearment, it was like a euphoric feeling.
When Waylon ran a hand down Eddie's chest, only to hook onto his belt, Eddie shivered, and let out an almost distressed groan.
This was new to him. It was as if something inside of Waylon triggered an orgasmic response. But what could it be?
"Darling..." Eddie breathed, hands sliding down Waylon's hips.
Waylon gulped. Where was this going? What was he getting himself into? Eddie's hands slid down his sides to his hips, as he was brought as close as humanly possible to the Groom's larger body. When Eddie's hand reached up and began to unzip his jumpsuit, Waylon's heart jumped into his throat.
Oh shit.
Eddie had pulled his zipper down, and had dropped the top half of his jumpsuit off his shoulders, exposing the green shirt he had underneath. Waylon was cursing his body for getting too involved. He was losing sight of himself; He wasn't supposed to be getting involved, but...The way Eddie was moving...it was making him unhinged...
Eddie pushed Waylon toward a blockade, pushing a desk back down to it's right position, and hiking Waylon up onto it, wrapping his Bride's legs around his waist.
Waylon was hot, physically hot, as he began to get a little more vocal, planting his face into his Groom's neck.
Waylon let out a little screech when Eddie bit onto his neck, hard. Eddie wanted to make sure he left a mark on his Darling.
This. Was. His.
Eddie was gone. In the clouds, floating. This feeling was amazing, and he wasn't about to let it go...
"Ah!" Waylon gasped loudly when Eddie dry humped him on the desk, as he stopped biting him.
"Oh, Eddie..." Eddie starting yanking up his shirt, hands wandering all underneath. Eddie was showing Waylon his true desires, and Waylon beginning to get worried. What if Eddie finally realized that he was still a man? What if Waylon let this go to far, and Eddie thought he was a whore? And he really didn't want to have to cheat on Lisa...but...he figured she might understand if his life depended on it.
Eddie growled at Waylon's jumpsuit, pulling it down further, giving him access to whatever lie beyond Waylon's hips.
Waylon began to panic excessively, but Eddie's wandering hands were making in increasingly difficult to do so.
Eddie's hands finally made it below his waist, touching, gripping, and wandering.
Waylon was confused. Wasn't Eddie trying to cut that off, a little while before? Now he was touching, and bypassing, and stroking without even a second thought.
Waylon looked at the Groom. His face was a reddish color, his eyes half lidded and clouded over, breathing heavy and fast. So Waylon decided to play off of Gluskin's vulnerable state.
Waylon started rubbing his hands up and down Eddie's sides, and when Waylon brushed against the bulge in Eddie's pants much to his chagrin, he received a deep rumbling sound, and afterward, a moan and a sigh from the Groom.
Finally, it seemed like the tension in the air let up as Eddie was starting to lose suspicion and Waylon could work freely. But he was starting to lose the desire to do so. He started to want to play along.
Waylon moaned when Eddie continued to dry hump him, in a way that felt amazing...
Waylon's jumpsuit was almost at his ankles, and when Eddie brushed a finger near his entrance, his body gave a shudder of excitement.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...Waylon was not ready...did not want...Ohhhhh fuck...
Eddie was too far gone to even realize what it was he was about to do.
Waylon screeched when he felt one of Eddie's fingers enter him, and immediately seek that spot. When Gluskin brushed against it, Waylon gasped, and writhed, leaning into it becoming overwhelmed with sensations that he had never felt before. It was entirely different from what he had known. In fact, it seemed like it might even be... better.
Eddie continued until he thought Waylon was ready, and then withdrew his fingers, leaving a very confused Waylon lying on the desk gazing up at him with a red face, out of breath and looking confused. And before Eddie could get any further, Waylon reached down and undid his Groom's belt and pants, grabbing the length of his manhood, and stroking quickly, all reservations thrown out the window when the Groom's fingers had entered him.
At the touch the Grooms body jerked and stiffened, before he began eliciting gasps, rumbles, and moans.
"Darling..." It came as a warning, and Eddie pushed his hand away impatiently. Waylon was panicking a little, starting to worry. He knew they didn't have any lubrication, and he was seriously doubting that his Groom carried any around with him, so his spit in his hand and rubbed it along the length of the Groom's cock.
Eddie understood, and allowed this, before pulling the rest of Waylon's jumpsuit off, moving back between Waylon's legs on the desk, crawling up onto it a little bit himself; to allow himself a better angle.
Waylon shut his eyes, and buried his face in his arm, bracing for what he knew was coming.
And Eddie pushed in slowly at first, before stopping all movement at the head. Eddie's body was shaking violently, and he was gasping, and letting out distressed sounds under his breath. Waylon guessed he was overwhelmed, but didn't know if he should be worried about Eddie yet or not.
And slowly but surely, the Groom pushed the rest of the way in, and Waylon winced in pain, but it quickly ebbed away. Waylon was silently thankful that Eddie had prepared him first. And Eddie began the first few, slow, and tentative thrusts, lifting his face to check on Waylon again and again, looking slightly troubled.
"Darling..." Eddie managed to moan out, "I'm not...not hurting...you?" Eddie tried to ask him, but failed in keeping a coherent sentence together as his thrusts continued at an agonizingly slow pace.
Waylon shook his head no, smiled gently to try and get Eddie to relax.
Eddie thrust a few times, before once again stopping much to Waylon's frustration, and checking Waylon for any signs of discomfort or pain.
"Want to...to...stop?" Eddie tried, barely containing himself enough to still movement.
"Why?" Waylon asked tentatively, "Do you want to stop?"
Eddie shook his head vigorously, "Darling, I've never wanted anything less."
"Ok, then no, Eddie, I don't want to stop."
Eddie's face brightened a little, and he kissed Waylon affectionately , a quick peck on the lips, before beginning to thrust again. Eddie's thrusts were slow and careful, and when Eddie's slicked cock rubbed against that spot within Waylon, he cried out, rocking back against Eddie for more. This is where Waylon began losing himself entirely. Even so, he still could not get enough. This truly was, a... different experience. And the nagging feeling of guilt began to fade to the back of his mind, being replaced by much more carnal things.
Eddie continued to search Waylon's face every now and again for signs of pain, but otherwise continued his slow pace. And as it got better, Waylon got increasingly fired up, and this pace began to drive him crazy, causing the coil in his stomach to tighten to an almost painful level.
"Ed-Ah-Eddie!"
Eddie looked up at him, "Yes Darling?!" His eyes were half lidded and lust filled, but had a bit of panic in them, "Am I hurting you?"
"No, no, not that. Not, oh god, hurting...me..."
"Then what, Darling?" Eddie sounded relieved, but also a little agitated.
"Please?" Waylon asked, "More. Not going to...ah...hurt me...please, Eddie..." Waylon pleaded, moaning.
Eddie was aroused even further, fire burning inside of him, now that his darling had asked for more...more of him.
So Eddie obliged.
Though in the back of his mind he still worried, he cast it aside, and began to pick up a more...satisfying pace.
Waylon almost screamed in bliss when he felt the Groom's thrusts get faster, harder, more precise.
With every thrust, the Groom's length slid across that spot within him, sending Waylon to euphoria, stars dancing before his eyes, as all he could do was lay there and take what his Groom was giving to him. And he wanted all of it.
"Eddie! Oh, fuck, yes!"
Eddie smiled, biting his Bride's neck, sucking and leaving another mark of ownership. Eddie's stomach coiled tightly when he thought of the best mark of ownership he could ever put on Waylon...and that made him want it all the more.
"Mm, yeah," Eddie gasped as Waylon tightened around him, "Oh Darling..."
Just hearing Eddie's gasps of pleasure were firing Waylon up like nobody's business. Waylon gave Eddie the same thing in return, letting out his own gasps of pleasure, and moans, hoping they were having the same affect on Eddie as they were on him.
Just when Waylon was thinking he might actually die, he felt Eddie's thrusts speed up, become more erratic, and aggressive.
Hammering into Waylon's sweet spot with such force Waylon was seeing stars and screaming out in pleasure. Eddie's hand wandered down Waylon, and began stroking him in time with his thrusts, and everything was just so. Fucking. Hot.
"Mm," Eddie began rumbling, voice deep and lust-filled, almost unrecognizable, "C'mon baby, c'mon Darling, come for me."
Waylon nearly lost it then and there, hearing Eddie's husky command. But Waylon was a little worried about something else first, "B-but Ed-Eddie!"
"What is it Darling?"
"I..don't want...ahhh...not a whore..."
Eddie understood instantly. "No, no, darling," Eddie stammered, feeling like he was ready to burst, "you're not a whore...Not with me..."
Waylon gasped and moaned some more, "Yours...ah, shit! Yours!"
"Mmmmm, yeah. Mine, your mine, my whore, my...Darling."
"Ah! Eddie!" Waylon's body spasmed as he orgasmed, and Eddie just kept thrusting, and Waylon thought he might have died and gone to heaven because this. Was. Bliss.
"Ooohhhh...Darling...I love you..." Eddie repeated the phrase over and over and over.
"I love you too...Eddie..."
And Waylon felt himself fill up, warm and hot, and full.
And when the thrusting stopped, Eddie dropped his head onto Waylon's chest, breathing heavily, both of them covered in sweat. Eddie stayed buried in him for a few minutes. Eddie was content. This was his. He was inside of it, it smelled like him, it called for him, he had seeped into it. This was his Bride.
"Eddie..."
Waylon's calm voice began to bring Eddie back to himself, coming down off the clouds he had been riding, coming back into himself.
His heart was thudding in his chest, and every inch of his body felt lax and amazing, and as he finished riding the last waves of pleasure radiating through his body it dawned on him what he had just done.
He lifted his body from Waylon, pulling out of him, but staying anchored above him. "Darling..."
"Eddie." Waylon answered.
What had he done, Eddie wondered. They weren't even married yet! He had taken his pure virgin Bride's virginity before they were even married!
Before...the surgery...
Eddie was ashamed with himself in all honestly. His lack of self-control sickened him; he had never lost control like that before. He had enjoyed it more than anything he'd ever felt in a loooooong time. And his heart was swelled with love for her.
"Darling..." Eddie inhaled deeply, "I am...so sorry."
Waylon was taken aback. He was apologizing?
"No."
"What, Darling?"
"No. Don't apologize. It was...amazing. I thought you were eager to consummate our love? You said you were. And that's what we did. And it was...the best thing ever."
Eddie's face flushed with red, and Waylon was slightly surprised, and actually thought it was a little cute; you know, if he wasn't a psycho murderer and all. But Waylon was still worried about what Eddie might say or do, considering Waylon still was not...altered.
"Yes I...I did say that didn't I?"
"Yes, you did."
"It seems...that I was more eager than I thought," Eddie let out a breathless laugh, "You lead me on, too, you little minx." Eddie smiled once again, and lent forward to kiss Waylon, this time gently and relaxed.
"Eddie...did you...enjoy that?"
Eddie seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment, before swallowing and Waylon watched the adam's apple in his throat bob up and down as he looked directly into Waylon's eyes.
"Yes...yes, Darling, I think I did." He kissed Waylon once again, before standing up fully, and tucking himself back into his trousers. Waylon struggled to sit up, getting hit by a wave of dizziness.
Eddie smiled, slightly amused. "Here Darling, let me help you." He grabbed Waylon by the hand, pulling him upright, and helping him put his jumpsuit back on.
Once that was done, he pulled Waylon to his feet, only to catch him as he almost fell to the floor.
"Whoa." Waylon murmured, pulling himself up with Eddie's support. Eddie smile gently.
"Oh Darling, still so pure, so...innocent. And to think I took your virginity too..."
Waylon's face flushed, at the way Eddie was speaking.
"Eddie!"
"Oh, hush now, Darling, I guess since this...has already happened, there's no sense in...prolonging the...joining of our rooms..."
"Where are we going Eddie?"
"Upstairs Darling...to my room."
Waylon's heart skipped a beat. He was going to share a bed, with Eddie? The man who had tried to cut his dick off and hang him from a ceiling... But at the same time, he suddenly felt relief. Like he could suddenly sleep in peace. In safety.
"Now come here, Darling." Eddie bent down, and lifted Waylon off his feet, bridal style, before spotting Waylon's camera sitting on a piece of overturned furniture. "Darling? Were you..." Eddie set Waylon back down for a moment, and picked up the camera. "You kinky little..." He found that the camera had been recording, the whole thing. Eddie hit the playback button, and watched as he saw the variant, and grabbed Waylon. He watched as the whole thing escalated out of his control, and he watched as he at first fucked Waylon hesitantly, like he might break him, and then watched as he got more comfortable, and the action started heating up.
His stomach began to coil as he watched, starting to develop another erection. He closed the camera, and picked up Waylon once again, and began carrying up the stairs, all the way to the third floor, mumbling under his breath, "So much for a wedding video..."
Waylon gazed up into Eddie's icy blue eyes, and his heart fluttered, as he cuddled against his Groom's chest. He actually was content. He was safe, taken care of, satisfied. It seemed like that for now, he had found a safe haven in this hell of an asylum.
He began to drift off in Eddie's arms, listening to his heartbeat, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the lullabic bouncing of his footsteps.
And he dozed off. Eye's fluttering closed, listening to Eddie's proclamations of love.
