A/N: This chapter contains kinda non-explicit smut and half of a plot point. I imagine this story will go on for maybe 5-10 more chapters, but I don't know.
I do not own Total Drama, all rights reserved to the respective owners.
My fingers crept across the pale skin of the back of his hand before slowly - unsurely - embracing his hand with mine. His blue eyes shot up to mine, full with curiosity, and his hand turned in mine, making our fingers intertwine. The corners of my lips twitched up in a small, gentle smile before I leaned in for a kiss.
Duncan responded to the kiss within an instant and his free hand found the back of my neck, holding me close while our lips danced together. And when the cool sensation of the piercing in his tongue brushed over the roof of my mouth I couldn't help but smile, the sudden temperature change and the distinct taste of metal sending shivers down my spine.
I put my hand on his chest for support as I leaned in closer, pressing our bodies as close together as possible on the wooden bench. The fire crackled beside us and I felt as warm and alive as it.
Duncan carefully caught my bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a small kiss of its own before he pulled away. He didn't go far though, as he rested his forehead against mine, with his eyes shining bright of content, his lips formed the one word I had circulating through my own mind.
"Tent?"
Duncan's blue eyes shone even brighter than before when I nodded in response before leaving him for the makeshift home with a peck on the lips. I had all but crawled into the tent, facing the opening, when Duncan's smirking face popped in.
"Welcome back", he said, his tone low and teasing. The tent was small enough for Duncan to reach me in only a matter of seconds, my breath hitching as his lips hovered above mine. I had leaned back on my arms, praying for their support as I felt shivers running through my body at the intensity in his voice and gaze. His hands came to rest next to mine when he leaned closer to me, his arms on each side of my body.
"Glad to be back", I whispered back. The tip our noses touched and his lips brushed over mine, always too far away and too light to satisfy the desire I felt within me. He ran his tongue along my lower lip, a sweet mixture of warmth and coldness that made my eyes flutter close. Duncan continued his trail across my jawline and down my neck, kissing and licking and biting his way down to my collarbones.
A moan escaped my lips as I felt the familiar warmth of blood gathering underneath my skin, his mouth leaving purple marks as he went. A hand trailed its way up my arm and I couldn't tell if he was the one shaking or me. All I knew was that it felt great and I wanted more.
His lips found mine once more and the exploring hand of his came to cup my neck, supporting our heads as our tongues battled for control and our lips pushed against each other. The kiss was hot and sloppy and more passionate than anything else and we kissed until we were out of breath. My fingers spread themselves across his jaw, twirling the loose strands of his hair and stroking the smooth skin of his cheeks.
We both breathed out hard when the kiss broke apart and a smile crept its way onto my lips instead. The top of Duncan's mohawk brushed the roof of the tent, curving slightly at the tips, his eyes looking deep into mine, making the moment all that more perfect.
I leaned in, slowly licking the harsh line of his jaw up to his ear. I could feel him shiver under the touch and he let out a breathy moan. "Show me you're not soft", I breathed, "show me how strong you are." And he did. He twisted his fists in my hair, assaulted my neck with kisses, sucks and bites, he dug his fingers into my skin and held onto my hip bones. He left a trail of hot kisses down my body, too quickly yet too slowly making his way down between my legs. His fingers worked fast as he undressed me and he kept me dancing on the edge with the flicks of his tongue, never letting me ride out my high to completion.
I screamed at him in anger and about him in pleasure until the teasing stopped and he flipped me over, pushing my head down as he centered above me and we connected at the hips. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through my ears as he breathed heavily, growling his pleasures in my ear and planted sloppy kisses on my red and purple stained skin. He twisted a fist in my hair as he picked up the speed and the pained pleasure shoved me over the edge. It was a sensation I had never experienced before. Tears prickled my eyes and my back arched as the ecstasy mixed with the thrill of hurting.
Duncan's own climax followed soon after, his hands eagerly gripping at any and all parts of my body. He swore in my ear and held me close as we both stood on our knees, my back pressed as close as possibly to his chest.
We both collapsed on the unrolled sleeping bag afterwards. His arms came to rest soothingly around me and I laid my head on his chest, a smile spread across my face as I tried to steady my breathing.
"You okay?" Duncan asked, his voice unsteady from the recent intimacy we had shared.
"Yeah", I breathed in answer, my own voice not any steadier than his, "that was… something else."
"It sure was", he chuckled before kissing the top of my head, "a good kind of something." I hummed in agreement and nuzzled the crook of his neck. His heart beat fast under my ear and the rhythmical sound was soothing. His fingers traveled along the side of my body, tracing invisible lines across my back and circling the blooming bruises around my hips. My eyes drifted shut even with the sun still high in the sky, the repetitive sound of Duncan's body and the calming drawings of his fingers on my skin sinking my alertness, pushing my mind to the depth of sleep.
"Hey", Duncan's voice broke through the deep silence that blocker my ears, "it's almost dinner time, if you fall asleep now you'll be up all night." I smiled at that. The simple yet so incredibly caring statement. My sleep, my state of mind, was something he cared about. Duncan may not be soft, but he was sweet and good and honest. I should be honest with him too.
"Dunky?" My voice was hoarse and I forced myself to open my eyes. The light struck me hard and I had to blink several times for my sight to adjust.
"Dunky?" He repeated, and even with the questioning nature of his apparent shock his voice sounded teasing.
"Oh shut up", I said and slapped his chest with little to no power. The air of his exhalation as he smiled hit the top of my head and a light chuckle made his chest vibrate.
"What is it, princess?"
I swallowed hard and wetted my lips. Should I tell him? The hesitation whispered loudly in the back of my mind and I had to shake my head to make them disappear. He had shared what had to have been a hard part of his childhood with me, he deserved to know he was not alone.
"My dad is cheating on my mom", I blurted out with a painful tone, my voice low. Duncan's fingers stopped their trace then. He exhaled through his nose and I could hear the smacking of his lips. "I think that's why she's in Toronto", I quietly continued, "I mean, grandmother really is sick, but I think, maybe, she isn't the only reason my mom flew there, you know."
Duncan laid silent underneath my head, the only sign he was even alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest. I knew that if I looked up at him, if I saw his reaction to the truth I had never come to terms with, I would break. I knew his eyes would be full of pity and the tears and anger I had fought back for years would be brought to the surface.
"It's one of those things considered rude to talk about", I continued, trying to explain even though I knew how absolutely crazy it sounded; it was crazy. My parents were supposed to love each other, yet here they were, stuck in a loveless marriage, too proud to get out. "I saw him once, sitting in the back corner of a café with a woman, when he was supposed to be in Montreal for a conference."
"I'm so sorry", Duncan said after a few moments of silence, his thumb carefully started moving along my hipbone again. I shrugged gently, sadly, and mustered enough power to look up at his face.
"Yeah, well, what can you do?" I asked with a humorless laugh in an attempt to keep the reality from hitting too hard. I was almost certain my mother knew, and a part of me understood why she used grandmother to flee from it all for a while; but if it were me, I would certainly kick his ass.
"I guess all families are fucked up in their own way", Duncan thought out loud, the pressure of his fingers intensified and I winced a little under the hard treatment my already sore hips were experiencing. He didn't seem to notice though as he silently hummed and clicked his tongue in thought to himself. I wondered what had his mind so occupied and turned my head to watch the expressions flick over his face. For the most part his features remained blank, though every now and then his brows would crease or his lips would twitch.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked, my own brows furrowed in confusion. Duncan looked down at me and his face, and the grip on my hips, immediately softened.
"Going home", he answered in a low voice.
"That's great." The simple fact of knowing Duncan would be sleeping in a bed every night comforted me, that he would have three full meals a day and be able to shower whenever he wanted.
"I hope so", he said sincerely, "ma would love to have me back." I didn't comment on the fact that he didn't mention his father. After what he had just told me the two would clash soon enough without me pushing the issue and trying to meddle.
"I can't wait to see your house", I joked, bumping his arm with my shoulder.
"Who said you were invited?" he said with a smirk, his hand traveling down my hip to the thick of my thigh, hitching it up over his own leg.
"I did", I challenged and put both my hands on his chest, letting him pull me on top of him.
"You're not in charge."
"Agree to disagree", I said and ground my hips into his, making a deep moan escape his lips as he closed his eyes.
That afternoon we set a personal record of three intimate sessions, that night I slept in the tent with Duncan again and by the next morning my phone died and I couldn't bare myself to care.