Come oooon…come on! You know I wouldn't leave you like that! Well, not on purpose, anyway! I'm a romance writer, not tragedy!...I think. xDDD
Now, I'm doing something a little different in this LAST chapter. It's not limited to one point of view. I guess my teacher would call this P.O.V, omnipotent.
THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER!
Warning! There's a reason why this thing is rated 'M', and if you're under 16, I highly suggest you shield your eyes, in concern with explicit cursing and graphic sexual themes.
Disclaimer: Man, if I owned this...the things I would do with it! But sadly, I don't. * tears*
Chapter Twenty
Finally, A Resolution...?
(Tweek and Craig's P.O.V.)
He was almost too late.
Almost too fucking late.
Craig kicked open the door with all of his strength and bolted in with Tweek's name on his screaming lips, and he almost froze at the horrifying sight before him, the sight that would remain in his thoughts and nightmares for years to come. And even much, much later he would shudder to think about what would have happened if he had frozen in place, or come a second too late, or not bothered to come at all.
Tweek kneeled in the midst of shattered glass, arranged in almost sacred meticulousness in a circle around him. The gun was close, too close and held in bloody, scabbed hands, and Tweek's eyes were just closing shut, to him and to everything else and Craig just acted; thankfully he acted and didn't even think about it. His body lunged forward and tackled Tweek at the instant the gun went off and it deafened him, the loud explosion killing any other sound as his eyes saw how Tweek's body fell to the side by his force, the bullet gouging a bloody furrow in his right cheek but thankfully not in his head. He saw the air rip in front of him past his nose from the small metal shot and he recoiled uselessly; not even his fastest reflexes could have saved him had he been in the bullet's murderous path. He seemed to see everything but the bullet itself, that invisible death that would not let itself be seen.
There was a pause as Craig lay on the shivering, shocked blond underneath him who stared back up with teary hazel irises, both of them having barely missed the glass on both sides. Everything seemed to have a dull ring to it, a perpetual echo deep in his eardrums. His own blue eyes were wide and breathing shaky as sharp, stinging feelings stabbed at him from the inside of his heart. He didn't know what emotion to pay heeds to, which to ignore, which to let ravage his body. He didn't know what to do.
Then he looked down and saw that dread weapon, that hated piece of metal that was still clutched in Tweek's hands. He grabbed at it and Tweek let it go easily; Craig's body shivered at the touch of coldness on his hands and he threw it out into the hall, where it bounced but didn't go off. He scrabbled up, lifted, pulled, tugged on the coffee addict to get him standing and away from where he had almost killed himself, fingers trembling as he dug into the collar of the blonde's shirt and now he allowed himself to breathe, to relax and let his emotions flood through his body.
He punched Tweek in the face.
Tweek fell to the floor again and he looked up in fear at his enraged savior, the shock of Craig's arrival fading as the pain flared across his skin. He felt two different kinds of pain: the sharp knife of agony that stretched across his cheek, and the hollow thud of his aching heart, throbbing with the sting of Craig's punch. He couldn't believe that Craig was here…why was he here, why was he so angry? What was going on? Why hadn't he been let go?
Craig lifted him up and Tweek limply went up, set off balance by the loss of coordination the gunshot had given him, his thoughts scrambled as tears flowed down his cheeks, stinging in agony along the way. He thought Craig might explain why he was here, why he thought it so important to show Tweek physically that he hated him but Craig only punched him again and Tweek went down. And Craig started screaming; Tweek heard him over the ringing in his ears.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Why? Tell me what the fuck you thought you were doing Tweek!" The raven dropped to his knees, leaning forward to clutch Tweek's collar with angry, shaking hands. "Why the fuck would you want to do this? Why? Why would you wanna go away from me?" Craig slammed him down to the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Tweek was sobbing fully now, throbbing hands gripping Craig's wrists as he cried out when his back hit the floor, adding more pain to his body. He couldn't get half of what Craig was saying, only that he was angry and Tweek could only cry. Suddenly he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't do this, his mouth opened and he was crying and shrieking out words. "I-I'm sorry! Ngh, it w-was my fa-fault, I'm s-sorr-augh! M-my fault I didn't do a-anything a-a-and you're h-erk! H-hurt and I didn't s-s-see, I didn't know, you g-got hurt..." Tweek babbled on as he kept crying, shaking pathetically. "I'm s-sorry, Craig, I'm -ngh- s-sorry, I'm sor—"
"What the fuck are you so sorry about?" Craig roared.
"Gah!I saw it! I saw you get raped!" Craig froze and Tweek whimpered out pitifully, "a-and I didn't...didn't d-do anything...it's all m-ngh! All m-my fault..."
The raven was stunned, shocked into silence. He'd...been there? He'd seen? "How?" Tweek flinched at the dead tone of the word, and he spewed out more words from his shaking form.
"I didn't...d-didn't want it -ngh- n-n-not right, didn't want you to s-stop, b-but you did, you left -mmhn! Y-you did, -ngh- you left, y-y-you stopped touching m-me and I didn't like it..." He quivered as he choked back a sob, unable to stop the flow of words from his mouth. "I w-wanted you back, I wanted -ngh- you b-back! ...s-s-so I w-went...but I didn't know w-where a-and the voice said wh-where you were—"
"Voice?" Craig's voice was harsh, demanding. "Who? Who was it?"
Tweek whimpered, clutching tighter at Craig's arms, trembling fearfully. He felt cold, so freezing cold, all he wanted was to bury himself into Craig's body but he couldn't do that and all he did was keep on spitting out words to damn himself in the raven's eyes.
"M-my nightmare...my d-d-demon...ngh, in m-my head, talking to me, always talking, it told me...i-it made f-fun of me, said y-you were -ngh- leaving me and I didn't w-want that, no never, I didn't l-like it and I said I would g-g-go to you and ask, I wanted t-to know but I didn't kn-know where you were...mnnnh, it told me...wh-where you were..." If Craig was surprised to know that Tweek was completely insane, he didn't show it. He never showed anything to Tweek anymore and it hurt, it hurt and he wanted to run away and never be seen again, to die someplace where he couldn't feel Craig's hate. More tears poured from his eyes, and he closed them, fingers gripping harder and sending shocks of pain through his arms . All he knew he wanted to was to hug Craig, to cry and hug him and feel him hug back and tell him that everything would be okay and that he forgave him, but Craig could never do that. Tweek had practically ruined his life, just by existing.
Stutter after stutter came and words kept on coming; Tweek couldn't stop them, the truth had to come out now, now that it was too late. "I f-followed…and I got there…so m-many people, scary, a-a-all over me, everywhere –ngh! But I st-stayed…I wanted you back!" Another tortured howl came from his throat, and it was all he could to choke on it and continue. He almost thought the demon was forcing him to say this, to damn himself further.
"I waited…waited…w-waited and I f-finally –ngh- s-saw you…I-I was g-gonna go…go to you…beg and beg an-and beg…I wanted y-you back…but the demons came." He spat out the words hatefully, screwing his eyes shut even farther. Oh God, he wished they'd never come here, that they'd never forced him to screw up so awfully, to make him loathful in Craig's eyes. "Th-they talked to you, they –ngh- made you follow, made you g-go and save your other f-f-fuckbuddy…" he cried softly. "I-I…I'm not your fuckbuddy anymore…I –erk! I'm not…yours…I'm not…"
Tweek suddenly stiffened, remembering. "And they raped you! Th-they raped you and I didn't do a-anything!" His body turned and twisted, and he felt suddenly angry at himself, that he was letting Craig touch him, that he was allowing his own filthy skin to come into contact with the raven's flesh. How could he even be so close to Craig? How could he let those blue eyes see his own pathetic face? After he had ruined his goddamn life!
He needed to be let go, to escape so he could run away and die like the miserable lonely bastard he was!
So he could set Craig free.
The raven's expression hardened, and he merely let go of the flailing blonde's shirt, latching onto his wrists and slamming them down over his head, making the blonde gasp in pain. His dark blue eyes seemed to shoot out dull sparks, and Tweek quivered in fear, going limp once more. Craig's lips parted in the sickest parody of a grin, but this time Tweek saw the deep, twisting, tearing agony inside.
"...and you just watched?"
Tweek heard the pain that quiet voice and he whimpered, turning his head away shamefully. "I-I...I couldn't...d-do anything...I froze." The whisper was a soft, agonizing admittance, and Tweek shook from suppressed sobs. He still heard Craig's defiant words, still remembered the look in his eyes when he finally realized what was going to happen. And Tweek had done nothing. "...I h-heard...th-that you had s-someone else...and I kn-knew you wouldn't -ngh- s-save me i-if I...if I came out. B-Brian would finish what he -erk- s-s-started, and he'd k-kill me. He'd kill me." He finally got the small courage to look Craig in the eyes, the other's expression hidden from him by the blur his tears gave him. "I f-followed...and I c-couldn't do -ngh- a-anything. I couldn't..."
Craig stared down at the shaking coffee-addict, his eyes picking out the trails of tears that nearly scarred the other's cheeks, the small whimpers and sniffling that accompanied his many, many tears, that raw, red wound with burned edges that still bled and flowed. It was all so much to take in, too much, and the raven tried to make sense of what Tweek was telling him and it hurt. It hurt to think that Tweek had seen him at his lowest, that he'd seen his body defiled and done nothing in cowardice and fear. He struggled to understand what Tweek had been telling him, about a voice, a monster that spoke to him and told him things. He fought to comprehend what Tweek meant by 'other fuckbuddy'. Craig felt like he was drowning in a sea of things he couldn't understand, things that washed and pounded at the shores of his breaking patience, denying him from the shore of certainty.*
He saw the fear in those hazel eyes, covered with tears, and he thought that maybe one day he would understand what truly went on in his mind, and what made him do all the things that he did, or didn't, but right now all he could think was that he thought he actually blamed him. He blamed him for how he shook, how he closed his eyes from vision and wouldn't look him in the eyes, and yet when he did, it sent such a rush of pity and sorrow through him he almost cried, how he made Craig feel as if nothing mattered except the slender blonde's comfort and it was all he could do to take him into his arms and hold him so close, so tight. He blamed Tweek for how weak he made him feel.
He blamed him for everything.
"B-but I tried..." Tweek's words jolted him from his reverie, and dark irises locked onto hazel brown. "I-I tried and you -ngh! Y-you didn't even care...I t-tried to make it better..."
"How?"
Tweek's mouth opened and he seemed almost eager, almost desperate to prove himself as something other than a coward. "I—!" He froze, hesitating.
"I-..."
He couldn't do it. How could he admit to murder so easily? Here, now, in the face of truth, Tweek saw his sins clearly for the fist time and they sickened him. He was disgusting.
"How?" Craig repeated the word and in a way he was desperate too, desperate for any way that he could let go of this. He wanted an excuse so he could forgive.
"I...I k-k—" Tweek stumbled over the letter but his lungs would move no more, his mouth would not let him confess. How could Craig pretend not to know what he had done?It was all over the school! Why was he forcing Tweek to say it when he'd already rejected him?
"Tell me Tweek! What did you do!"
"I killed him him! Augh, I took that gun and I killed him! We killed him!" Tweek trailed off, suddenly laughing in the sheer, hysterical relief of confession. "We k-killed him...th-the demon and me...we killed Brian...w-we did it." He looked at Craig with watery eyes, begging, pleading for him to understand. "I h-had to do it. Ngh...h-he made you cry. He m-made you cry...so I killed him."
He'd been there. He'd seen. With a jolt Craig remembered that horrible day that Tweek had rejected him. Hat was the day he cried for the first time, for so long and so hard he couldn't move for sheer agony of the soul. There was no other way, no other time that he'd shed tears; somehow for some reason, Tweek had come back to him, against everything, and he'd seen him in the throes of his deep pain.
He'd been so close. Right beyond the door, surely. So damned close.
Craig remembered details now. The murder had taken place some time around one in the afternoon...when everyone was either in school or working. It had been after he'd skipped, and during his long crying jag. Tweek had been so jumpy after that weekend; Craig had noticed—he had, hadn't he?—but he'd never put any thought into it. For all of his studying, observing the twitchy blonde after his heartbreak, he'd seen absolutely nothing.
And thus he'd done nothing. If what Tweek had said was really true, if he'd really killed Brian—he had the gun right there, didn't he? What reason did he have to doubt? There were tests that could prove it but no, he couldn't do anything if it was true, if Tweek had truly killed someone, aided by a voice in his head, they'd think he was insane—then surely he'd been waiting, watching and hoping that Craig would know, and what? Forgive him? Talk to him? What did Tweek want? But Craig had done nothing, had—for all intents and purposes—ignored him, ad been so wrapped up n his own self-pity he'd seen nothing. And he'd left Tweek all alone.
God, Tweek must've thought he hated him.
And then Craig had a scary thought. Did I drive him to this? Did I hurt him so much, he wanted to kill himself? Did I...break him?
Tweek was mumbling something, a couple of broken words that lingered in Craig's ears and burned as he understood them. Tweek's eyes were closed again and tears leaked out from underneath glistening, wet lashes. He just looked sad.
"I-I'm a coward...let m-me go, Craig, please...ngh, I'm s-sorry, let me go...let...l-let me go...please, Craig." The crying blonde shook his head slowly. "...I d-don't -ngh- deserve you..."
Craig felt his barely-healing heart almost shatter again. He looked down at Tweek's utterly defeated, miserable face, and he became aware of many things at once.
There was something very wrong with Tweek. Extremely wrong, if he could talk of voices and demons in his head helping him kill somebody. How long had this been going on? Craig wondered why he'd never known. And in a way, this helped Craig to realize that he was almost relieved, grateful that it had been him raped, not Tweek. He was glad Tweek had never made himself shown. Maybe he could reacted fast enough from both of them to get away, but it would have been three against one, Craig would have been busy protecting Tweek, and Brian would have still had that taser. They wouldn't have stood much of a chance. Craig shuddered in genuine fear of what might have happened; Brian was sadistic and cruel enough to rape Tweek and force Craig to watch. The thought of Tweek's pained, tortured face, his scared tears and sobs, even imaginary, was enough to send terrified shivers through Craig's heart. It would have killed the both of them, and he never could have gotten Tweek back. In a way, Craig was glad it was him that had suffered, not Tweek.
But that wasn't true either, was it? Tweek had suffered, and badly. He'd been so consumed with guilt, he couldn't face Craig. That was why he'd pushed him away in the shed, wasn't it? He felt horrible about having done absolutely nothing to save Craig.
"...I d-don't -ngh- deserve you..."
But he'd tried. He'd tried to fix things by himself and doing so, had killed Brian. All for Craig. And now, because Craig had done nothing this time, he'd suffered enough to want to kill himself, and would have succeeded, had the raven not come in at that exact moment.
And still, Craig wanted to blame him, because there was still a small part of him that screamed in betrayal and said that if Tweek had truly cared for him, he would have done something, anything to help, to save Craig from the horror of what he had gone through. But Craig knew that he couldn't say that. If he said anything accusatory, if he even let slip the tiniest hint that that small part was inside of him, Tweek would quite literally die.
The most pressing thing he realized at that moment, however, was the sudden clear knowledge of how much he still wanted him. Straddling him, feeling Tweek's body in such a vulnerable position, quivering underneath him, Craig wanted him so badly he couldn't fucking stand it. His lust and need reared up its fanged head and slid its teeth over Craig's skin, making him shiver as he stared at his bloody coffee-addict. He had him right now. And this time he wasn't going to let him get away. To hell with everything else.
Still trapping the other's wounded hands, Craig dove down, kissing Tweek hard and passionately, his need reveling in the softness of his lips, in their slightly salty taste.
There was a shocked pause and then Tweek was kissing back with an eager voracity that surprised even himself. He had just confessed to witnessing his best friend's rape, to murder, and Craig was kissing him. And all he could think was 'Oh...he feels so good...'
He wanted to kiss Craig and he did, he ached to hold him and his body bucked and twisted under his want but the other seemed to know it wasn't to escape and his hands were freed, which reached up greedily to wrap around the raven's neck and shoulders. Tweek didn't know why Craig was kissing him, why he himself wanted it nor did he care; all he wanted was Craig's touch and now he was getting it.
And the moment their wishes became actions, the moment their lips touched they were lost. They devoured each other hungrily, each as violent as the other, and Tweek didn't even notice as his scabbed hands twinged and stung painfully, nor did Craig even become aware of the way one of Tweek's hands tangled almost painfully in his hair. The raven's tongue thrust between Tweek's waiting lips and he nearly moaned in ecstasy at the half-familiar sensation, exploring the coffee-addict's mouth with a lusty esurience.
They kissed again and again until they couldn't breathe, gasping quietly as they parted, but Craig wasted no space between them; his arms came under and around Tweek's body as he kissed him softly, taking little breaths between them as he moved to lay his lips everywhere on the blonde's mouth, jaw and neck, avoiding the bloody gash on his cheek. Tweek quivered and shook as his burning lungs gulped in air and he knew what they both wanted, what was going to happen and he reveled in it; he didn't want to think anymore and Craig wasn't pushing him away; his body arched and he tilted his head up to feel Craig's lips more. Then his traitorous mouth opened and spoke.
"I-I thought... thought you hated m-me."
Tweek wished he could have bitten off his tongue right then and there. An image of the demon's raw, bleeding muscle flashed in his mind and he shuddered.
He'd been right. The words that confirmed his suspicions made Craig's chest ache and nearly caused him to stop, but he only gave the tiniest of head-shakes, forcing his mouth to say, "No. Never."
The blonde's hands tightened and he quivered in an inexplicable mix of relief, joy and confusion. Craig didn't hate him. He didn't hate him. Tweek hadn't lost him. This time when his mouth opened, it was to speak a question he had to know the answer to, a question he dreaded the answer to.
"But..what a-about...don't you have s-someone -ngh- e-else?"
Craig growled low in his throat, giving a sharp nip to the coffee-addict's neck in punishment. "No. There isn't anyone else. I don't want anyone else."
There was something in the raven's voice, a message in his words, that made Tweek shudder in some unknown secret, something big and mysterious he didn't understand yet. There was something besides and beyond lust in those dark sea eyes and his heart yearned, moaned for its comprehension. It was something that would save him, he knew it.
Craig's tongue swiped over the stinging spot and instantly Tweek felt soothed, and then the raven murmured something, a quiet admittance that made the blonde's body tremble and his eyes widen in shock.
"When I followed Brian...it wasn't because he had some other person. It was because he said he had you."
Tweek couldn't believe it. Craig had gone to rescue..him? Him? Even during that time where Craig wouldn't touch him? Even at that point, when Tweek had been so anxiously worried over the fact that the other wouldn't fuck him anymore, Craig hadn't thought of abandoning him. Tweek had been wrong. The demon had been wrong; it had lied.
Craig had still wanted him. Craig still wanted him now.
The dark-haired teen shuddered thickly, making up his mind at that moment, right there in that precious second. He had to tell Tweek what he felt, why he'd done all of this since the very beginning. He wouldn't let all of this happen again. He wouldn't hurt him in secret anymore. He couldn't nearly lose him again. He just couldn't. Craig pulled back a tiny bit, staring into wounded hazel, his own heart in his throat.
"Tweek, I...I-I.." Craig struggled, fought, almost growled in sheer frustration, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't do it because he couldn't even begin to explain; there were no words for him. He tried again, stuttering out his one letter word, and failed again. No matter how hard he tried, there were no words in the only language he knew to describe these overwhelming feelings: the bitter anger at the attempted suicide, the sharp sadness at his wounded face, or that deep, deep nearly tangible longing, the want and need he felt for the slender blonde. How could he describe those? Where were the sounds, the letters? What sort of mere, insignificant words could be used to describe what he felt? Craig sought and found none. There was nothing he knew to fully and truly name the depths of emotions Tweek caused in his heart and mind, on his very body.
Butter's long past words ran through his head and although he hated it, though he loathed the very action, he settled for a lower word, one that he knew didn't deserve it but was the only one that tried, the only one that even began to try to describe the joy, the agony, the sheer sensations that flowed and raged in his heart. His voice came out pitiful, shamed that he could only offer this, and so damned relieved that he finally had something to say.
"I..I l-love you, Tweekie...I love you."
Tweek stared dumbfounded up at Craig, his wide eyes catching that longing blue, seeing once again that secret thing besides lust in there and he nearly cried. Nearly cried because he finally had an inkling of what it was and it made his heart ache, and for some godforsaken reason, he felt so inexplicably, unbelievably happy, and he didn't even know why.
Craig sighed deeply, suddenly feeling very, very weary as he continued. "That's why I started all this shit. That's why I blackmailed you...I wanted you so badly it hurt, and you didn't even notice...I got tired of it."
The quivering coffee-addict let go of Craig, scabbed hands wiping off tears and at the same time hiding himself from Craig in the hopes that the other wouldn't see all of the conflicting, painful, rhapsodic emotions inside of him. He tried to hide behind words, so that he wouldn't just collapse and let go and cling sobbing ecstatically in Craig's arms. "You shouldn't have d-done it...ngh, y-you shouldn't h-have held it over me...you s-s-still -hnn- h-hold it over me...ngh, y-you still do..."
Craig's heart throbbed at the words and he knew he had to let that go, he had to let the secret leave and he needed to let Tweek know that it was truly gone, or this would just be something always between them, always in the way. He sat up, prompting Tweek to peek up at him through his fingers in confusion, and that tiny fear that after all of this Craig would just up and go away, just leave him all alone. But no, that wasn't what happened.
Craig took off his hat.
He took it off and, using his teeth, ripped open what Tweek now could see was a badly-sewn seam on the inside. Careful fingers pulled out well-worn, folded photographs, and Craig slowly handed them over with a melancholy expression. Tweek sat up a bit on his forearms, taking them hesitantly.
They were all of him. Eight in total, Tweek saw himself on that terrible, wonderful day that Craig first found out about his obsession with fire, seeing himself standing before the flame, seeing for his own self that blank expression on his dead face. And he thought he understood now why Craig never liked it. He wasn't himself in those pictures.
He flipped through them, and a tiny, almost hysterical laugh tried to bubble up but he tamped it down, incredulous. The thing that had plagued him for so long, here in his hands. And they had always been so close. So, so close. He remembered the day he had given Craig his hat back in naïve, careless ignorance on the day they'd gone to get coffee. If only he'd taken the time to see it, if he'd caught sight of that strange seam, if only he'd felt the edge of the photos through the woolen cloth...he looked up at Craig in hopeful, nervous expectancy. "Th...this i-is all of them? There...aren't a-any -ngh- others?"
Craig shook his head slowly. "No. Those're the only ones. All the proof I have is in your hands." He bent forward, gently cupping Tweek wet cheeks in his hands, soulful blue eyes trying to capture unbelieving hazel brown. "I love you." The more he said it, the more right it felt, but he didn't believe it would ever be enough. But it was something, and right now it felt right. "I love you, Tweek. I promise you, I won't tell. I'll never tell, and now you have the only thing I could blackmail you with." He stroked a stray tear away with his thumb, trying for a smile. It came out a little sad, in his own opinion. "Tweek...you don't have to worry anymore. You don't."
Tweek's eyes welled up again and the photos fell through his shaking hands; he couldn't stop it and so he only reached up to embrace Craig, holding onto him tightly as hot tears flowed down his skin, stinging his raw gash. Craig's arms came around to hug him back and Tweek wanted to cry harder at the amazing beauty of it all, at the familiar heat of those strong, safe arms holding him once more. He pulled back to kiss him greedily, hands clenching at the fabric of Craig's jacket as he kissed him again and again, an overwhelming joy stirring his heart.
"Y-you love me? Really?"
"Yes."
"You s-swear it?"
"On my life."
"Oh, Craig..." Tweek moaned as the raven held him tighter and slipped his tongue between the blonde's parted lips, making his head whirl delightedly; Craig took control and it felt so wonderful to Tweek, so heavenly and sinfully luscious all at the same time. He panted for breath against Craig's mouth and the raven stole it all, leaving him breathless and weak against those firm arms. When they parted though, it was with steady, resolute eyes that Tweek fixed upon Craig, quietly gasping.
"Craig...I c-can't do this...being with you, I can't." He looked down, unable to look at Craig's terrified, broken expression. "I-I'm...I'm not right...in here." He tapped the side of his head, quivering. He hoped Craig wouldn't leave, but he had to say it, the raven had to know that Tweek was insane. "Ngh, th-there's something wrong w-with me."
The raven couldn't help but smile, horribly glad that it wasn't because Tweek was actually rejecting his feelings, but instead something else. He'd almost thought he was about to cry again when he heard those first words. He clutched Tweek tighter, tilting his head up and claiming his lips again. "I don't care. We'll fix it."
"Mhhm!" Tweek was both surprised and so beautifully pleased that Craig still wasn't deterred; he kissed back eagerly, suckling avidly on Craig's moving tongue. "Can you?" He asked when they finally parted, leaning up to give him short, esurient kisses. "Will you?" He kissed him again. "Will you -ngh- f-fix me Craig?" He sat up to fully straddle him, thin legs sliding up and over Craig's hips as his body thrust against the raven's hard arousal. Tweek kissed him pleadingly, eyes begging and lusting, all at once. "Fix me, please?"
Craig's hands tightened on Tweek's flesh, sliding down to skim over his hips and toy lightly with the waistband of the blonde's underwear, fingers pushing and prodding as if to say they could go farther down but didn't, forcing an anticipatory quiver from Tweek. The coffee-addict always had worn pants that were way too big for him. "It's a big job..." he breathed, lips ghosting over the flesh of Tweek's mouth.
"I know."
The raven stole his breath once more, hands roaming over to unbutton the blonde's pants with an easy that seemed almost magical. Lips parting, he whispered, "I won't be able to do it all at once..."
"Ngh!" Tweek shuddered at the feel of Craig's fingers so close to him. "Alright."
Craig could hardly utter the next words, his breath coming quicker, matching Tweek's as he kissed him greedily once more. "You'll have to stay with me."
"I will."
His heart pounded in his chest and Craig felt his stomach fluttering as he heard those steady, binding words, like a sacred promise, and he knew he couldn't hold back anymore, he wanted Tweek and there was nothing holding him back now. His arms scooped the blonde up as he cast an eye around at the floor: it was still full of scattered and arranged glass, too dangerous for what he had in mind. It was with a familiar ease that Craig stood up with the coffee-addict in his arms, eliciting a startled squeak from the other as he tossed him on the bed and kneeled over him again, his fingers quickly undoing all those wonderfully mismatched buttons on Tweek's shirt.
Tweek was of the same mind; his quivering hands seemed to gain a bit of stillness to them as he pulled down Craig's jacket and successfully took it off, his fingers ached to feel Craig's skin under them again and he moaned as he felt them slide under Craig's shirt to touch the hard torso underneath, the sound lost as the raven returned to his lips.
"C-Craig..." He tried to say something, to remember to bring this to Craig's attention instead of drowning in a fuzzy haze of pleasure.
"Mmm?"
"Th-the door..."
The raven looked up to see the still open door leading out into the hallway, open to anybody who happened to walk past. He wasn't feeling particularly caring on that point right now, so he just returned to Tweek's body, parting his shirt and dipping down to press his lips against Tweek's naked collarbone. He still tasted the same, like a mixture of sugar, lightness and nervous sweat that somehow smelled of milky coffee and it turned him on so much he thought his jeans would split in half if he held off any longer. "I broke the lock." He admitted, tracing a path down the blonde's chest with his tongue.
Tweek shuddered in ecstasy, fists gripping the inside of the raven's shirt with eager fingers. He could barely feel the pain anymore. Craig had that effect on him, a pain-dulling, arousal-flying rush of a drug that he craved more than anything right now, but he still wanted that door closed. "B-but still...ah, close it, p-please?"
Craig growled in blocked frustrations, lunging up to close the door and in the process still saw the gun lying out there, almost innocently, in the hall. He couldn't just leave that for Tweek's parents to find. He nudged it back into Tweek's room with his foot, stowing it under Tweek's desk. He'd ask Tweek where he got it from and get rid of it later.
Tweek was busy removing his shirt and sliding down his pants when he heard the door close and Craig pounced on him again, sending them both deep into flapping covers as the raven buried his head into flyaway blonde hair, nibbling on Tweek's earlobe. "I wanna do that for you..." he hinted, hands practically ripping off the rest of Tweek's clothing, leaving him naked before Craig's ravishing eyes. Pale quivering skin met his vision and Craig almost sighed at the beautiful sight, of his Tweek lying beneath him, sprawling, waiting for him, so familiar, so sensually addictive. Tweek squealed as he felt Craig's hands, everywhere and anywhere as he touched Tweek all over, sending him into gales of lightning-sharp pleasure, his body arching under the other's fiery touch.
"Oh God...ngh! D-don't think I could've -ahh! Could've handled a-another weekend with you...ngh!"
Craig actually let out a sardonic laugh, fingers sliding down Tweek's belly and around his thighs. "I could tell..." he kissed him softly, tickling the tender skin of Tweek's inner thighs, familiarizing himself again with the wonders of touch. "I got so worried when you skipped those three days..."
Tweek rose a bit from his pleasured haze. "Three d-days? What?"
"It's Wednesday, Tweek."
"What?"
"Shush. Talk later." Craig's hands came together between Tweek's legs and gripped his member, causing the blonde to gasp and tense his lovely naked body underneath Craig's eyes.
Oh God oh God oh God! The circle of his hands sent a lightning shock of pleasure through him and the blonde squirmed; Tweek wanted him so badly it hurt and his fingers gripped tighter, willing Craig to move, to touch, to do something.
Like an answer from the divine, Craig grinned at the other's expression, his fingers starting to slide up and down Tweek's erection, slowly and tortuously, tantalizing Tweek with what they both knew he could do but didn't. Tweek gasped and panted, hands tightly gripping the top of Craig's shirt as that delicious heat pooled between his legs, making his body quiver as Craig continued his luscious motions. "Craig...ah! Nhmm, m-more!"
Craig complied obediently, licking his lips as he stared down at the blonde's writhering body, pumping faster as his own arousal throbbed hotly, dampening his boxers and he nearly moaned as white drops leaked from Tweek's tip, giving him more slippery friction to glide up and down on him. Tweek panted until he felt he was about to die of oxygen-deprivation, that wave of sexual pleasure growing ever taller and larger, threatening to drown him in ecstasy and he groaned, gasping as Craig went faster and faster until he couldn't see straight through the wondrous sensations.
Craig gave a grunt as he stopped, biting his lip to try to keep himself in check and Tweek whined at the interruption, nails digging in slightly into the raven's back as slight punishment. "Craig, wh-"
"Shhh..."
Tweek's pre-cum covered his hand and the thinnest scent of sex floated around them; Craig whipped off his clothing as fast as he could manage it, unable to wait a single second longer to be inside Tweek and the blonde knew it; he spread his legs eagerly, opening himself up for Craig even more. The raven lifted Tweek's hips, settling them on his lap as he leaned forward, pushing one pale, milky leg up to give himself more room as his other hand gathered the slippery, sticky white substance on his fingers, moving to press one slowly into Tweek.
The blonde hissed, tensing up in pain. It had been a long two months and some days since the last time they'd had sex, and his body wasn't used to it anymore; Craig bit his lip again at the little protesting noise, he didn't want to cause Tweek any pain but he had to prepare him, and they didn't have any lubrication ready at hand besides this. He leaned forward to kiss the blonde gently, trying to convey some sort of soothing influence and Tweek responded back rapidly, whispering, "Keep going."
Craig nodded, nuzzling the other's neck as he continued to slide his finger inside; once it was in all the way he pumped it in and out a couple of times, the hitch in Tweek's breathing making him grin in satisfaction, his own leaking length aching to feel Tweek's body. After a moment he removed the slippery digit, coming back with two and Tweek moaned loudly, his hips arching up as Craig stretched him out, using twisting, scissoring motions that pressed deep onto Tweek's inner walls, sending rapturous shocks through his length. Then Craig twisted upwards, curving his fingers and Tweek almost sat up as he cried out in ecstasy, splurting out thin lines of cum as he let the raven know that he'd hit his prostate.
The raven removed his fingers and Tweek groaned at the sudden absence, the empty feeling that claimed his lower regions. He lay back down fully, panting, and Craig slid even closer, positioning himself for that moment of entry. Glancing up at Tweek, he watched to see if he'd take it well, and pushed in. Tweek gasped as his body tried to reject the large intrusion, legs tensing and body trembling as he bit back the helpless whimper he wanted to make, but he couldn't stop the pained tears that threatened to overflow from his eyes. Craig gripped his hips in tight fingers, pushing in a little farther as he leaned forward to kiss away those tears, holding back a gasp as Tweek's tight heat enveloped his tip. Tweek arced his legs around Craig's hips, commanding himself to relax, hands reaching up to clutch at Craig's shoulders as his body finally relented and surrendered in sweet release, allowing Craig to slide in all the way.
They both groaned in unison, one at the tight, gripping, rubbing sensation he felt, the other at the luscious and almost uncomfortable feeling of being so full. Tweek panted for breath, thrusting his hips forward a bit, begging Craig to move, to start fucking him and give him that glorious liberation of the body he so desperately wanted. Craig gave himself a moment to push back the urge to cum right then and there, pulling out with an almost soundless moan and then moving back in.
Tweek's breath came in huffs as Craig started up a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out in smooth, testing motions, their bodies sliding back and forth against each other as they clutched each other with tense fingers and jerking limbs.
The dark-haired raven closed his eyes as he moved, reveling in the sensuous beauty of their movement, at finally being able to touch, to stroke, to thrust into the hot enveloping heat that was Tweek. He couldn't believe that after so long, Tweek was his again, his and only his; he pushed back in again with a low grunt, hands alternately gripping and caressing the soft skin of Tweek's thighs. He heard Tweek's labored, enraptured breathing and he opened his eyes to see the blonde's flushed face, lips parted in mewling gasps as he was subject to the drowning pleasure that Craig gave him. His heart felt full enough to burst. Tweek was his again.
The moaning coffee-lover gazed through half-lidded eyes at Craig's dark sea irises, unable to believe that once again he felt Craig's touch, his warm embrace and exaltation of the flesh. After so long believing he was unwanted, abandoned, he had Craig again here with him, telling him he loved him, that he had no one else but him. Another thrust and Tweek gasped in rapture, tilting his head back under the tidal assault of sensation at the tenderly rough way Craig loved him. It all felt so good, so wonderfully right and familiar and yet not the same. Every touch felt more intimate, every look more private; Craig's movements were more easy and flowing, more like a wanton worship to his heaving flesh and it made his chest ache in beautiful indescribable longing.
Their bodies came together and apart again and again, breath twisting around each other as they explored the contours of the other's anatomy; Craig kissing down the blonde's chest, fingers skimming over quivering thighs, Tweek's fingers running over the smooth planes of the raven's broad back and sides, down to the curves of his thrusting hips. Lips met and tongues clashed as their flesh slipped and slid against the other's in wonderful friction, and their pleasure rose until it bordered on the divine, waiting for the right signal so it could overwhelm them both.
Craig wrapped strong hands around Tweek's waist and his will to go slowly broke as his peak neared; he growled and thrust in harder, faster, now trying to reach that edge of orgasm, trying with all of his body to bring Tweek the pleasure he wanted him to feel. Tweek cried out as Craig quickened their pace, thrusting in deep and hard, hitting the end of him and smacking into that nub of flesh that gave him rippling shocks of ecstasy, making his body arc and writhe in agonizing sensual bliss. "Ahh! Craig! Uhnn, h-harder!"
The raven wasn't of the mind to disagree with that moaned command, and he panted harshly as he complied, the clenching, tensing muscles of Tweek driving him almost mad as he pushed in roughly, fingers leaving their mark on pale hips. Tweek felt close to that edge of drowning, of sweet release and he let out dulcet whimpers and cries as Craig pushed him higher, faster. The raven panted, swallowing Tweek's impassioned moans as he kissed him hard, and the blonde held him even tighter, mouth and tongue moving desperately as if to garner more pleasure. Tweek's eyes had closed and Craig pulled back slightly to see his flushed, sweating face, growling out lowly,
"Open your eyes, Tweek...look at me..."
Tweek forced open his eyes with the greatest force of will, battling against the rising tsunami and Craig was subjected to dulled, pleasure-glazed irises of dark coffee brown and his wet member throbbed painfully; he rammed himself in with a low noise that came from the deeps of his heaving chest. Tweek let out a squealing cry, his body arching against Craig's as he buried his head in the raven's shoulder, nails digging into his back.
"Ahh! C-Craig, right there, uh! Ah!"
Craig cursed lustily as he lost what little rhythm he had left, struggling, fighting to reach that heavenly euphoria and Tweek couldn't take it anymore, he thought his body would burst into flames right there on that bedspread. He begged Craig to stop, to let him breathe through the tense fire that tormented his body inside.
"Mmh! W-wait, Craig, st-stop...Ah! C-can't take it-nnh! N-no mo-ahh! No more, p-plea—nnh-ahhh!"
The raven paid no attention and he only kissed him again as he rammed into Tweek's sweet spot, and finally, thankfully, Tweek screamed out Craig's name as he came, body tensing as orgasm ravaged his flesh, and thick white sprays of his essence stained the skin of Craig's belly and chest. Craig felt Tweek tense up around him and he was finally driven over the edge as well, Tweek's name on his lips as he dumped his load deep into the blonde, shuddering slowly as he threw his head back, gasping and panting through his peak. The raven's arms gave out and he collapsed on Tweek, who only held him gamely as they both fought for breath, lungs and chests heaving as their euphoria slowly faded into bearable bliss. Craig, after a moment, heard Tweek's labored breathing and willed himself to turn over and pull out, and he rolled around so that Tweek lay on him instead.
Naked, flesh to flesh, their sweat and fluids mixing on their bodies, Tweek and Craig lay still, and each was left to their own thoughts for a moment until they could both speak again. The raven curled his arms around the gently twitching blonde, unwilling to let him go, even if it was only for the merest second. Surprisingly, Tweek was the first to break the silence, looking up at Craig with slightly glazed eyes, although the light of adoration still shone in them as he stared at the raven. Sleep called him but still he leaned up on Craig's chest, fighting his weariness to softly kiss down Craig's left cheek, and the other knew what he was doing. The five thin scars on his flesh seemed so much more lighter after the blonde had touched his lips to them. "I-I'm sorry, Craig..." The coffee-lover kissed the corner of his waiting lips. "For hurting you...for n-not doing anything..."
The raven smiled softly, reaching up to run the pad of his thumb underneath the raw flesh of Tweek's wound. He wasn't entirely ready to forget, but he would forgive him, because it was Tweek, and to do anything else was to lose him and he wouldn't ever do that. "It's okay...as long as I have you. We'll fix each other, alright dearie?"
Tweek froze, and his voice came out hesitant. "What?"
Craig smiled again slowly, although this time it seemed a bit wicked, and his eyes shone with an odd light. "I said we'll fix each other, alright, dearie?"
Tweek gasped as sharp nails stabbed into his arms and Craig's eyes became pools of blood, his teeth sharpening into shark's fangs. The snake's whisper slithered into his ears, and it chuckled sadistically, triumphantly. "We'll fix each other until we're absolutely perfect, sweetheart." It laughed as it gazed at the perfect, burned hole in Tweek's head. "After all, now we have...eternity."
Tweek screamed.
A/N: Ha, I wish that was the ending! No, no, go on.
Tweek woke up with a horrified gasp, bolting up in a rush of flying covers. A low, sleepy groan caught his ears and he looked down, terrified. Craig slept peacefully next to him, arms open in a ready embrace for when Tweek lay back down.
The blonde glanced around, heart pounding. Everything was calm. The door was closed, and the room was just as it had been. Glass still littered the floor, and Tweek resolved to pick those up later. He didn't want Craig to cut himself up; he glanced at his scabbed hands, wincing as he imagined glass still shoved inside. The light of the dying sun shone through his half-covered window, and everything was silent. Craig sighed, hands twitching as they searched in vain and Tweek smiled, laying back down in their grasp. Arms curled around him gently and Tweek sighed in relief, burying his head in Craig's chest to try and chase away the nightmare. It hadn't happened like that.
"It's okay...as long as I have you. We'll fix each other, alright? We'll make each other better, right Tweekie?"
"Okay."
"...I love you, Tweek."
Tweek had only blushed, ducked his head and curled up on Craig's naked chest, letting the sleepiness take firm grip on his body as he yawned, and he remembered Craig laughing slightly as he'd pulled the covers over them both. His heart quivered in pleased joy as he looked up at his new lover, catching the way dusky shadows made his black hair seem to glow in contrast by where the sun hit it, and he reached up to toy with a soft lock. Craig looked gorgeous laying by him, and his face didn't have that angry expression he'd lately worn, or of sadness and grief. No, he looked...at ease. Calm, as if satisfied at last with everything that had gone on.
He looked down at their naked, intertwined limbs and his twitching gave him a light reminder of the blinding pleasure he'd felt earlier, of the glorious friction between their bodies. Tweek quivered happily, and he reached up absently, scratching at his cheek. He hissed, snatching his hand away as sharp pain flashed through his skin. Damn, how did he forget about that? He glanced down at his fingertips, and saw that they were now covered in red. Shit, he was going to stain another pillow if he didn't take care of that...But Tweek only glanced up at Craig again and curled up tighter, breathing in that faint smell of sex and delicious musky scent that was Craig. He couldn't believe he had him now. He couldn't believe Craig had told him he loved him. He couldn't believe that he'd actually been idiot enough to try and kill himself and Tweek shivered in fear, thinking about how close he'd been. One more second and he'd...He shook his head. He wasn't going to think about those things now. Craig was here with him, loving him and everything was good, everything was perfect the way it was and Tweek yawned again, feeling that lovely sleepiness encroach upon his satisfied muscles again...
"How sickeningly sweet."
Tweek froze, and bolted up once more, heart pounding in his chest again, and almost screamed. The fearful shriek stayed choked in his throat and Tweek could only stare disbelievingly, horrified, at the demon that lounged on his desk chair, glaring at the quaking blonde.
This wasn't possible. It just wasn't, the demon never showed up so soon after sex and never so strongly; Tweek could practically see the glistening of the blood dripping from its jaw, it looked so real, so different from what it usually looked like. But it wasn't possible!
"H-How...what...how c-can you—" Tweek stuttered over his words in horror, unable to form a coherent sentence. He'd never felt so afraid of something in his life.
"I told you, I'm in your mind, and that's far from whole..." It sneered at Craig's sleeping form. "No matter what your fuckbuddy tells you."
"He's not my fuckbuddy!"
"Ah yes, he told you he loves you." It chuckled scathingly. "Should I offer my congratulations, or wait until your insanity chases him away?"
"Stop it! He knows about you, a-and he still wants me!" Tweek cried out angrily, fists clenching on the covers.
It grinned slyly. "Shh, Tweek, don't want to wake up your sleeping beauty..."
Tweek glanced over fearfully but Craig slumbered on, giving only another sigh and turning onto his belly, unaware of the confrontation going on right next to him. The blonde turned back to the demon, trying to give it a glare through his fear.
It smiled knowingly, twisting one sharp lock between its claws. "Well, things never do change much...do they?" It leered at his naked body and Tweek pulled the covers higher, feeling suddenly weak and exposed. He wished Craig was awake.
The demon stood, sighing dramatically. "Still though, I suppose things do go on occasionally." It spared another dark glare at Craig. "Even if they do...get in the way..." It suddenly came closer and leaned over Tweek, slit-pupiled eyes closing as it breathed in in rapture. "You smell so good after sex, Tweekie..."
Tweek shuddered in horrified disgust, raising his bloodstained hand to push it away, figment of his imagination or not. It laughed and grabbed him.
Tweek suddenly couldn't breathe.
It gripped him with tangible strength and he could feel the weight, feel the sharp claws and feel the curve of its fingers as it held him tightly. He felt the reality of it. It wasn't just a figment of his imagination anymore, was it? It was real.
It brought his hand to its mouth and wrapped greedy, scabbed lips on it, suckling eagerly on the bloody digits. Tweek felt the loathsome, revolting feel of its fangs prickling his skin, its torn, bloody tongue flipping against his fingertips and his stomach heaved but he didn't throw up, only stared at the offensive sight in repulsion, unable to move away. It finally pulled away and it smiled almost benevolently at him, chuckling lowly as its mouth leaked red.
"You taste just as good as I imagined, dearie...maybe even better."
Drawing back, the demon curled a hand around Tweek's messy hair, and the blonde felt the claws tug lightly at little knots as it caressed him. Its form seemed to become shadowy, wispy, like trails of smoke and it swooped onto the bed, making a slight indent on where it sat. "Remember, Tweek...I'll always be here. When Craig doesn't want you anymore, I'll be waiting for you. You know how to find me." It pointed a finger at Tweek's forehead, making a little 'bang' sound and laughing loudly. It jumped off and waved gaily, eyes flashing scarlet red as its body curled further into twisting trails of foggy smoke, becoming harder to see.
"See you later, Tweek..."
And it was gone.
Tweek stared at the place where it had been and whimpered, tears coming to his eyes and he looked down at his newly bloodied hand, shoving it into the covers and wiping at the stain furiously, anxiously, trying to get it off so he couldn't feel it on him anymore, so he couldn't see its mark on him anymore. He wanted it off!
A low, throaty groan sounded and Tweek froze as Craig's fingers tightened and relaxed, his body shifting as hazy blue eyes opened and blinked, looking up and finding the hue of Tweek's hazel. Craig yawned, fingers reaching up to rub softly at Tweek's side, deep voice purring out softly, sweetly. "Hey, Tweek...you up already?"
Tweek hesitated, then shoved part of the blanket in front of the raven's eyes, where he'd been wiping off the demon's blood. "C-can you see that? Can you?"
Craig stared at it, focusing his eyes on the red blotch and he suddenly frowned. "What the..." He looked up and caught sight of Tweek's dripping wound; he cursed, sitting up. "Shit, you're still bleeding...lemme go get something to make it stop..."
"Wait!" Tweek clutched onto the raven's arm. He was horrified, terrified that Craig could see it, but he didn't want him to leave his side, to leave him all alone in his room. Maybe it was just his own blood, he reasoned frantically. He had been scratching at his cheek, hadn't he? Maybe it was that! It didn't have to be the demon's; maybe he was just letting his paranoia take over again! Either way, he didn't want Craig to leave him, not right now.
"But Tweek—" Craig didn't get any farther before the quivering blonde latched onto his waist, burying his head into the raven's chest. Craig looked down at Tweek. He could feel the other's quaking shivers, and though Tweek didn't know it, Craig had seen the glistening of tears in his wide eyes. Craig didn't know what had happened to him while they'd been asleep, but something had obviously freaked out the little blonde. Maybe it had been a a nightmare. God only knew the slender coffee-addict had more than enough to dream a nightmare about. He sighed, gently patting Tweek's soft golden hair. Laying him back down, he kissed him tenderly, leaning slightly over him as his hand spiraled slowly over Tweek's thighs, tiptoeing around the curve of his leg. Whatever it was, he would make him forget. He would make it all better, just for him. Because it was him. "Don't worry; I'll stay. Whatever scared you...it's alright. I'll make it go away."
Tweek looked up at him with adoring, almost amazed eyes and Craig kissed him again, rubbing the tips of his fingers over the blonde's length, eliciting a surprised gasp from him. He murmured on the other's lips, nuzzling his uninjured cheek. "If your parents are gone any longer, we can take a long bath...I'll get you all squeaky clean, Tweekers, and we'll have some fun while we're at it..."
The blonde nodded eagerly, arcing his body toward Craig's touch as his hands gripped the other's shoulders covetously, already the demon's cold touch of fear fading from his mind. He didn't have to worry about anything, Craig was here. The raven was strong, he'd protect him from everything and anything, even from the demons of his own mind. Nothing would hurt Tweek anymore. He was safe. Safe with Craig. Right?
...right?
THE END