Chapter 6

AN: I love your suggestions this chapter is in dedication to Doushabao, who thought Dave deserved some attention since he's kinda been pushed to the fore ground so much the last few updates, that said this is all in Dave's pov putting you in his head, what he feels, how he feels, I hope ya'll like this and by all means please let me know if there is something you'd to see. And thank you all so very much for your reviews, I love you guys so much it makes my day seeing new comments

CHAPTER 6

You wake up alone,which is the norm anymore, you don't get to wake up next to John anymore. And your tired despite just waking up, its exhausting waking up, you hate it so much that you almost wish you wouldn't some days, almost wish there was an end to all the current bullshit.

And this was all your fault, it was your fault John was here instead of home, safe, pure, and innocent, as it should be, it was all your fault, everything. That just made it harder, to look at him, seeing him all bubbly and happy bouncing about and playing the little kept housewife of some sick fucked up porno home. he was constantly busying himself with cleaning up the apartment, cooking both you and your bro meals as if ya'll were some sick fucked up little family, but the sickest part now was you realized John had sort of split himself into two people, he was Dirk's main squeeze while he was home and his to twist and bend and do what ever he wanted to with.

With you he was almost himself, its was odd, displacing and sometimes John (the real John ) will come to you and want to play video games while bro is still around and its so awkward that it makes you turn him down. That sucks the most, telling him no, leaving him to Bro's devices, but you cant stomach having your Bro watching the two of you or even more unnerving is watching John transition from himself to Bro's John the dark to light and back again, one minute he was seductively kissing Bro's neck as he passed by and the next he was droning on about Bill Murray. It had you so tired that you sometimes laid in bed for hours in the dark, even when he fell asleep with you, you would cuddle with him till Bro retrieved him from you.

He sometimes pins you down and kisses you hard, giggling about how sweet you are, how much he loves your body, how you touch him, and there is a sick feeling in your gut that its not really him thats touching you but the other him, and that its Bro he imagines when he cums after riding your dick, that it's the other Strider he's begging for in his head while your teasing his body…

It all leaves you empty because you love him, and getting this early morning time with him is sickeningly nice, even if he is off kilter, even if while your making love to him he sometimes has to look up at you and almost looks surprised that its you and not the other…. You derive your need for him from it, you hold him as close to you as humanly possible and try to keep him there, at least for as long as he will allow, sometimes he wants to cuddle and other times he gets up and disregards you like something to avoid. Like you might infect him and that twists your guts up inside. You love him so much its hard not to reach out to him to just touch his hands when he's cooking or washing dishes, its your undoing to breath him in and feel his warmth.

Today you have no intention of leaving your room though, you hardly have the mental capacity to deal with the hell that wrecks its havoc beyond your bedroom door, mainly cause its to much having to watch John change so much, seeing the bruising and scratches, knowing it was all your fault, you had wanted to see him in person so badly, but you had never thought Bro would rip the rug from under you so harshly, you never thought he would go after him,

He knew, of course he knew that you loved John, that you had been obsessed with him since 5th grade, he had made fun of it, criticized your choice piece of asses only to take him away, but only after letting you have the sloppy seconds, and he still made you watch sometimes. But the worst was when he made you take him right after he had finished with him, his cum still leaking out of the dark haired boy as he threatened you just loud enough for you alone to hear, just to keep John believing that this was all ok with you, to twist him and of coarse to remind you he was his, that you make have him while he wasn't around, but it was him who'd had him first.

You feel that fiery sickness wash and hate over you and you almost lose your shit and break down right there, you almost cry because today its hit that point of to much, you feel the sting in your eyes…. But then John walks in, not bothering to knock as he rushes to you and attacks you with kisses laughing and saying something about the zoo, once he's calm he tells you Bro has decided that they all should go to the San Diego zoo and how he's wanted to go since he had first come up and how he had just ranted to his dad about it and wasn't this exciting?

You force a grin, glad you had fallen asleep wearing your shades to hide how blood shot they were, glad that your room was dim from the drawn curtains so you didn't see (but knew about) the new bruises on John's chest and back, you wonder how much pain John had gone through to make Bro want to do something that nice but you don't voice it as he starts to cuddle up to you, and you cant help but want to punch your self for getting turned on by how utterly naked he is, and how he is straddling you and bouncing around all happy about the new species of frog they got in not that long ago, its like it's the real John again and you mental scream NO in your head as you sit up to kiss him, he immediately goes quiet.

You cant help yourself, you want him so bad, every inch of his skin is soft, his body is so warm, you cant find it in you to stop, to not make this sexual when you run your fingers over his back and arms, you try to swallow the noise of need that you make when he strokes your cheek, you pull away about to tell him your sorry, to tell you about the trip he was so excited about.

"should I get some lube for you?" and that edge you hate is there bordering on John and not John and you want to say not no but hell FUCKING no but his fingers are palming you through the comforter still curled around your waist. Kneading you just hard enough to make you arch into the touch. You groan under your breath and your hands hold his upper arms.

You shake your head anyway because you produce a bottle from the side of your bed and an idea pops into your head as you hand it to him watching him slicking up his fingers almost robotically, as if he'd expected you to be hard up for him before he crashed onto you.

A little smirk on his lips as he makes a colorful comment on how he didn't know you got so excited about the zoo, you don't answer your face is blank and the real John seems to filter back for a moment to apologize and blush with a small smile that makes your heart flutter.

You want him nervous and new, like he was before what ever of Bro's evil rubbed one off on him… so you grab his wrist when he's about to reach between his legs to slick himself for you, gaining his attention and a confused look. Instead of saying anything you push down the covers, wriggling them down as you pull your legs out from under him and spread them wide, guiding his hand and his well oiled fingers to your center.

"take me. Make love to me."

And there's the eyes you love so much, all wide and clear blue like the sky, his mouth opens slightly, he's not allowed to top Bro, you doubt many have ever topped Dirk Strider. This has him unsure and it shows. There's a long pause and he doesn't move just asks what you mean.

And you smile up at him, open your legs as far as they'll go and invite him in again telling him point blank you love him because as often as you have heard him whimper it to Dirk, he has never said it back. Not like he meant it not with out the growl of something darker under it. You say it as soft and as warm as you can manage.

John looks a little bewildered before smiling warmly. "I love you too."

You let go of his wrist when he shifts to watch what he's doing, nervously, like you wanted, he's all the John Egbert you know and love intently while he fingers you slowly, his eyes glancing up to make sure your okay, especial when you moan his name, he pauses to add a finger working you open gingerly, which your thankful for since your first time being taken by him was a while ago now.

There's no way he can imagine Bro now, no way he can look at you and see him as you submit your self to his gentle touches, his free hand having grown a mind of its own and pulls one of your legs up onto his shoulder so he can kiss your knee when it finds a way to get comfy on him. You hum in the back of your throat at the tender gesture. Removing your shades when he asks if you'll take them off for him. You mumble a soft line of "only for you." which he blushes about.

Finally he pulls away, you feel empty as he asks if your sure about all this, you nod quickly reassuring him with a shift of your hips, you're wanting him inside you so bad that your about to seriously just throw him down and ride him till your to weak to do so anymore, its about to become reality when he leans in close and presses into you slowly, and its so different from last time, for one Dirk isn't Fucking John above you, he isn't there to almost kill your boner and grin at you, he's not there forcing John to fuck you hard, making it a bit uncomfortable even in your over sexed up haze, how you came you'll never know, you ground out the sight of the memory and instead focus on the way John feels sinking into your body, making you arch your back and bite your lower lip. when his hips press to your ass you are 100 percent positive that having John buried balls deep inside you is the best feeling in the world.

When he finally moves you shiver at the slow pace, at the way he asks again if it hurts, and you have to swallow back the harsh words that almost leave your mouth, something stupid and spiteful about how the only thing that hurts is your heart because he's to busy getting mind fucked to realize that he so worshiped by you its dizzying, You wretch at the thought of something that cheesy and lame coming from your mouth, so you only kiss him deeply, pouring your hurt and need into it, and feeling him smile into the kiss to move against you in a soothing rhythm, brushing your sweet spot so lightly your feeling out of place in a really good way.

You pull him down over you and he lets your leg drop, in favor of supporting himself on one elbow near your side to grasp your hand and hold it as the other grips your hip and rubs up your side to your chest, it detours up to your face where he cups your jaw, rubs your bottom lip. His cheeks flush when you kiss his thumb, sighing softly as you gaze up at him and enjoy the way his hips roll so softly against your body, the way he's touching you and looking at you like he's never seen something so pretty has you melting.

You tell him you love him again and he's biting his bottom lip, the strain of keeping things so slow starting when he whispers that he loves you back, but you cut him off telling him how you want have always loved him, you kiss him over and over each time getting deeper until his tongue pushes into your mouth and your both moaning into each others mouths, his hands are moving again, one moving down you, drawing one of your legegs around his hips and you wrap the other around him mindlessly, pulling him closer, deeper till he is trembling, his lips hovering above yours, you fist your hands in his hair to move his head so you can press your nose to his jaw and neck, licking the vain that jumps at your attention and then he's trembling, pressing his head to your shoulder, his thrusts a little harder then they were before, there deeper at this angle and you tell him this, whisper how good it feels with him inside your body. How much you crave him, how much you love his smell, and his eyes, the way he smiles, making all your cool abscond like the flighty bitch it is when he's around, you tell him there's no one else. Nothing in this world like him, and that you don't just love him but are in love with him, and he pauses, his legs tremble and his hands are one you, trying to devour you, you hear him swallow, about to say something so you tell him you would die for him, telling him that he makes you weak in the knees when he kisses you, and that you wish you could make love to him forever, that there's no one in the world like him at all.

You admit you've slept around before, in a voice that sounds even ashamed to you, but that no one has ever made you feel so free, and you beg him not think ill of you for all this but he only silences you with a kiss and tells you you're the most perfect human being he knows and that he's never been happier in his life, you moan his name again and he press into you so deep, and draws you both closer physically and sexually.

Your both almost shocked when you cum, your breath harsh because you've been so teased by the slow pace of his body, you orgasm drawn out. And then he cums and its right against your sweet spot, and you cant help the embarrassing noise you make, but you don't care either you cant care because he smiles at you and nuzzles you as you both start to come down, he's kissing your face all over, saying how he adores you…

You both realize at the same time that your crying. You lie when he asks why.

you feel guilty, because you got him into this, because you love him so fucking much and that you say openly, tell him your afraid of how much you love him so that its not all a hate having to lie but its better then telling him you feel like you've betrayed him, so you say your sorry, you say it like a mantra and kiss him all over, holding him to you as your sobbing. (later you'll blame it all on not sleeping for a few days saying you were just stressed out from working to much on your comics and such. He'll believe you some what, because there the real John's eyes when you say it he sees there something more, but he'll let it go when Bro comes home early to help them pack for their weekend in San Diego )

You fall asleep for a while, lulled off by the way he breathes and smell of his exhale, which is comforting as it washes over your face, your cuddled on his chest, you almost feel safe and right. After eating breakfast and washing up, your happy when he demands a rematch of a game you haven't played since the first week of his arrival, you kiss him and make love to him in the kitchen, right there where it all began, in your head your taking back the John you love, your taking that part of him Dirk will never see or feel, the part you know he will never touch or corrupt, but when your finished and John bites you hard on your neck you and whispers how he loves you a part of you mental freaks out and stares at him, hoping there's no way Bro could ever truly take him over completely. But theres no sign of the 'not John' in his face or attitude so you stroke his hair out of his face and ask him if he wants you to cut his hair, you miss his hair derpy hairstyle, he rolls his eyes but grins. Agrees, you cant help but wonder if it'll piss off Bro.