Pavor Norcturnis: Chapter Two
By: Lady Eternal & Psychodelic Barfly
Lance allowed Pietro to drag him into the shower, a slightly bemused smile playing at his lips. Pietro was a mischievous, devious, little troublemaker, but when he decided to be sweet, he was so soft and innocent and endearing... It did Lance's heart so much good when he decided to take care of him...
Wrapping his arms around hips and locking lips onto Lance's, Pietro invited the initial embrace with open arms. A delicate pink tongue darted out to play, moistening already-wet lips as he maneuvered Lance under the spray, running his fingers through the thick, dark hair.
He pressed his abdomen against Lance suggestively, despite his soreness from earlier. Lance'd been fucking rough with him, damn it. But he'd liked it, so it was all good. ...Matter of fact.... Pietro was not realizing just how hot it'd been -- Lance making him his bitch. Mmm...
Just the feel of Pietro rubbing up against him, that lithe body arching against his like a small cat's, had Lance's knees weak and his entire body throbbing. Self-loathing induced nausea dissolved with a shimmer as that talented tongue darted out, licking at his lips despite the faint aftertaste of his retching, mixed with toothpaste... Lance wrapped his arms tightly around that small, eager body, his body and heart aching all at once... "I love you, Pie," he murmured.
"I know you do," Pietro returned easily, giggling as Lance swatted his bottom for being "fresh." "Aaaaand I love you, too." Snuggling close was proving too warm, especially when mixed with hot water, so Pietro pulled away, his hand bringing, then dropping Lance's as he reached to the back of the shower for his shampoo bottle.
He reasoned that maybe today, Lance was entitled to use of the "good" shampoo. He snapped open the cap and poured a generous dollop into his cupped palm, recapped the bottle and advanced upon Lance, a seductive smile playing about his beautifully curving lips.
Lance quirked an eyebrow at the playful, sexy smile on Pietro's lips. He'd noticed the bottle which Pietro had just handled. "Well now... since when do I rank Thermasilk?" he queried, his eyes lit teasingly.
"Since I decided you do," Pietro said confidently, working up a lather between his fingers. "C'mere, heartbreaker," he commanded, snapping surprisingly well for someone with a foamy mess in place of hands. Lance was an awfully obedient boy, Pietro noted, and knew he'd have to reward his good behavior... later on.
Lance's head bowed to allow Pietro's slim fingers to travel through the locks, creating a mass of sudsy bubbles in no time. "See how nicely the good shampoos lather, baby? You should shower with me more often, and you'd know..."
A deep, soft chuckle rumbled through Lance's chest, and once the suds were rinsed out, he captured the speedster again for a long, deep kiss. "If I'm not careful, you're the one who's gonna do the heartbreaking around here, Pietro," Lance confessed hotly. "I knew that the minute I met you." Capturing his lips before he could reply, Lance relished the soft sound of want that broke against his lips as he kissed the speedster again. "And I might just take you up on that shower offer... it'd save on the hot water, too..."
"Fuck yeah, it would," Pietro agreed readily between passion-filled kisses, keeping his hands working Lance's mane while they touched, or, more accurately, while he was touched. Seeking the tangles, freeing them, hand groping for his conditioner as Lance's hands groped him. It was heavenly.
Pietro's response, even after the rough fuck he'd just had, sent heat spiraling through Lance which had nothing to do with the water streaming over both of them. He needed to show Pietro how much he loved him... how much he regretted his actions... he stroked Pietro's growing erection, soaking up Pietro's ministrations and his soft moans of enjoyment... thought vanished, and Lance dropped to his knees, drawing Pietro's slightly bruised member into his mouth. His fingers gently stroked those lithe hips as Pietro started from the sting of contact with his bruised flesh, his tongue unconsciously tracing the same path his switchblade had taken not so long ago as he suckled deeply...
Pietro whimpered as Lance engulfed his member; pain and pleasure were blurred now. Every throb of heat in his erection signaled a painful, unpleasant feel, but yet... Lance's tongue soothing over his flesh was nice, very nice, indeed... Pietro's hands fell to the sides of Lance's head, cupping him possessively, still stroking his hair.
Lance just kept suckling; lightly, trying not to aggravate the damage he'd already done nor cause the twinges of pain to outstrip the surges of pleasure. One hand slid between those long, powerful legs, his fingers softly juggling the satin-sheathed balls nested by pristine white curls, while the other curled further back, his fingers massaging the roughly used flesh, testing for injury...
Pietro's knees buckled as he felt Lance's finger delving into the usual territory. His hand shot out to feel for something to grasp to keep himself upright, but came into contact with nothing but cool, pale tiles as he slid down the wall at a rapid pace. He groaned as Lance caught him, eyes closed and brow furrowed. "Sorry," he said softly, a tinge of anger in his voice. It was directed at himself, but Lance, of course, didn't know this.
Backing off, Lance's eyes remained closed, his breath ragged as he licked suddenly dry lips. What had he done? Maybe Pie had meant to keep this platonic after such a rough fucking... he'd swung back into the role of the submissive without realizing, his fingers dropping away from their tasks as he knelt in the eddying water on the floor of the tub.
"Mm... err, Lance?" Pietro asked, seeing the older mutant setting with his eyes closed at his feet, looking as if he were about to be ill. Maybe we both caught something, Pietro worried, trying to sit up and fight the dissipating dizziness he was experiencing. "Lance, hey, are you gonna be sick again?" he demanded, quickly throwing open the curtain to grab the trashcan for his lover even as he spoke. "Lance?!"
Lance took a soft breath, turning his eyes up towards his lover almost in supplication. He saw the lines of concern etched on Pietro's face and felt a shiver of relief trip down his spine. Pietro wasn't angry... he hadn't done anything wrong. Reaching out, he ran his hands up Pietro's legs as he rose, curling that lithe body close. "No... I'm all right, Pie. I just... it's hard to put into words..."
"I know what you mean..." Pietro cuddled close, pleased that he'd taken the 90-odd seconds to clean the shower stall earlier that week. Sitting in Fred and/or Todd's filth wasn't particularly thrilling to him. Pietro parted his legs, opening himself to Lance's embrace and clinging to him with an almost desperate intensity. "Some things you just don't question," he added, lips curving against the smooth cheek of the brunette, intoxicating his senses.
Breathing deeply, Lance curled Pietro even tighter, feeling a tear slip from his eyes and mingle with the water as he buried his face in Pietro's slender neck. It felt so good... so good that it was almost painful... pain and pleasure... it always comes down to that, doesn't it? "I love you, Pietro... I've never loved anyone as much as I love you." His lips brushed over Pietro's neck; Lance couldn't resist a gentle nip at the pulse point. "I love you so much..."
"I know, I know you do," Pietro assured him, head dropping back to allow Lance better access to his neck. The delicate white skin was marred on one side from the vicious bite Lance had delivered earlier. Now, his lips were gentle, soothing the angry-looking welts with tender kisses.
Pietro's hand pressured Lance's back, pressing them flush against one another. Keeping his fingers busily at work, massaging the tensed muscles of Lance's shoulders, Pietro's lips issued the same promise: "I love you, Lance, love... you..." gasping for breath, but bound breathless by the suddenly passionate assault of his throat...
"Say it again," Lance pleaded, kissing the smooth line of pale skin until he reached the collarbone, suckling on a particular spot at the base. His hands curved over the smooth, taut cheeks of Pietro's derriere and he lifted, bearing his precious cargo back against the cool tiles of the wall. His lover properly braced, he urged those soft, rounded thighs to encircle his waist.
"I love you," Pietro repeated obediently, clamping powerful thighs around Lance's hips, squeezing. "And I'm going to love you every single day..." Trailing lips across Lance's temple, "...of every single week..." Kissing each closed eyelid, "Of every month..." Kiss... kiss. "Of every year..." On the lips... "For the rest of your life," he finished, bringing Lance's head to the position he desired, nipping his lower lip and pulling away, moaning as he felt Lance spear him.
Lance sank home slowly, savoring the deep, tight warmth of Pietro's body enveloping him. It always felt so good... like home... Lance brushed kisses over Pietro's face, almost fearful of deeper contact... of being overwhelmed by how much he loved this sweet, devious young man... "I love you, Pietro... I love you..."
Pietro noticed Lance's surprise when he informed him: "You are home." -- apparently, Lance wasn't aware he'd been murmuring the words. He bounced in Lance's lap, slowly at first to alleviate any pain, but soon, his body demanding more, faster, more! Keeping one arm linked around Lance's back for balance, the other snaked around front to fondle himself, lips parting in sheer ecstasy.
Lance caught the masturbating appendage, drawing it up to wrap around his shoulders. Careful to keep Pietro balanced, he slid one hand between their bodies, taking over the hand job himself, his hips keeping a rhythm like a heartbeat... he could almost hear his own heartbeat, his pulse roaring in his ears as Pietro arched to meet every upward drive, arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, snowy head tipped back as he abandoned himself to passion's thrall... "You are so damn beautiful," Lance murmured, ducking his head to once again kiss that soft, slender throat, suckling on the Adam's apple...
Pietro's newly liberated hand sought refuge, eventually finding a place curled in Lance's hair. He heard Lance grunt in pleasure at a particularly rough thrust, and his hand tightened instinctively into the wet locks, tugging sharply. Lance hissed against his throat, nipping almost painfully in retort, his hand squeezing the hardened flesh in its grasp, making Pietro cry out in pleasure. "Lance," he choked, trying to catch his breath, noticing the faint slapping sounds above the rush of the water, swirling around them and down the drain...
The sound of his name dropping from Pietro's lips in that husky, impassioned voice sent shivers down Lance's spine. Unable to stop himself, he thrust faster, deeper, claiming all of the one thing he was ever sure of from Pietro... he was too afraid to believe that he held anything else... afraid it would be taken away... "Mine," he murmured fiercely, suddenly overcome by the emotions raging through him. "You're mine, Pietro..." He repeated it over and over, punctuating each possessive thrust until he was nearly mindless, possessive endearments echoing in a litany against the tiles. "Mine... my love... my life... my heart... my own... MINE..."
"In your ::bounce:: fucking ::bounce:: dreams," Pietro hissed, breathing heavily as he was jostled by the older mutant, "You're mine." Blunt, manicured, square-tipped nails dug into Lance's shoulder blades, trying to get traction and anything even somewhat resembling a grip, but the slippery conditions made it difficult. "I might be yours, but you're fucking mine, and don't you ::bounce:: forget it," he reiterated for emphasis, hands sliding down the smooth planes of Lance's back to clutch his cheeks; one in each palm, kneading firmly. "Love you..."
The words, added harshness born from passion, hit Lance like a slap to the face. It had always been this way: Lance belonged to someone else; never was there anyone who belonged to him. There was never mutual possession, no reciprocal binding. Lance had given Pietro his heart, and one day, when he tired of the brunette, the speedster would crush it in those delicate little hands. But it was the price Lance was used to paying for the affection he craved... one day, he'd escape... he'd end it all and be free... maybe even loved... The litany died in his throat and he hammered into Pietro with mind-numbing intent, needing to feel the fleeting moment of mutual belonging whenever he and Pietro came together...
Pietro sensed the change in Lance's being, felt it in the mystery of his rhythm, saw it etched plain as day across his handsome features. "Stop," he whispered, Lance seemingly oblivious to the words. "Lance, please stop... I said stop!" he said firmly, placing a palm to his breastbone to create distance between them. He could tell by the half-shudder he'd interrupted Lance's climax midway through. Fuck him, Pietro decided angrily... or at least, he tried to be angry. But the fiercest emotion present was fear; balance upset. "Stop," he said once more, brokenly. His gaze left the ground and rose to Lance, the sudden tears apparent even with the water droplets splashing his upturned face. "What's the matter with you? You always get... goddamned... crazy sometimes, what's going on? Why do you always do that?" Pietro cried, hands raising to cover his eyes in shame.
The tears almost sent Lance to his knees, but doing so would tumble Pietro from his precarious perch. Unable to retreat, Lance tightened his grip on Pietro and leaned forward, resting his forehead against his beloved's. "I'm sorry, Pie... I'm sorry... I don't... I don't know how to explain it. I don't even think you could understand if I did. I..." A ragged breath left him, half-sob and half-anguished-sigh. "Do you wanna stop?"
"I-I... I don't know!" Pietro wailed from behind his hands, wishing he could retreat into his own tiny little world and not have to face the situation he'd just created. "You're done anyway... just... just put me down," Pietro ordered, feeling for something to grip to facilitate his descent -- something that was not Lance or any of his respective body parts. "I'm sorry," he muttered, moving to cower in the far corner of the stall. "I'm so sorry, I just... but you're done, so you're fine," he insisted, telling himself more than Lance at this point. Head bowed, he took hold of the shower curtain to leave.
Panic took hold of Lance's heart. Pietro was leaving... leaving him, them, whatever it was they shared... he'd screwed things up, hurt Pietro... but he couldn't let Pietro leave... not without... Lance wrapped an arm around Pietro's waist, pulling him back into the warm circle of his arms. "Pie, please... I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want... be anything you want... just don't leave me, please. Please. Please, God, don't leave me. I won't do it again; I promise. I'll do anything you ask..."
Pietro was stopped, one foot out of the stall. "...What?" he asked, pulling it back inside and squinting in annoyance at Lance, rubbing at his nose, which had started running due to his tears, not understanding where the rock-tumbler was going with this. "What the hell are you babbling about? Be?" Pietro turned to face Lance, painfully aware that his prick was still engorged and standing at full attention, awaiting its finish impatiently. He scowled at it.
"I was just going... to get dressed..." he said cautiously, peering closely at Lance's face, gauging his expression. "There's something not quite right with you right now, and I'm not going to aggravate it." He grabbed the back of Lance's head and pulled him down for a quick kiss on the mouth, closed-lipped. "Go ahead and finish... I'll order a pizza or... something."
Pietro left, and Lance let him go. It was over now; he knew it. He'd lost Pietro... The door clicked shut and Lance sank to the floor of the tub and curled into a little ball, unable even to weep in his desolation. He'd given his heart to the boy... laid himself open and vulnerable as he had only once in his life... and history had repeated itself... I'm never gonna learn... it's over... Lost in his own despair, he never noticed as the temperature of the water gradually dropped, the now cold water splashing across his broad shoulders and carrying away the last of the Thermasilk shampoo. Unseeing eyes gazed at the water eddying and swirling around the drain... If only I had my blade... no mess to clean up... by the time Pie or the others bothered to check on me, it'd be over...
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A/N: …Masturbating appendage. XD XD XD ::passes out:: … ::coughs:: ((Keep Psycho B outta t' damned Nyquil!)) Phase two, complete…
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