Afraid of the Dark?

it sent shivers down his spine. It controlled him, consumed him, made him dance to it's beat. And he couldn't escape it. He shivered, clutching his pillow, somewhat in frustration, and somewhat in fear. A lusty voice filled his mind.

"What's wrong king." a small chuckled followed. "Are you afraid of the dark?" he shook his head, hugging his pillow tighter and willing the voice away. "Was that a yes? Then I'll keep you company." he felt the hollow's slender body spoon around his.

Oh god, please not tonight.

He reached subtly for his shinigami badge, but his hand was quickly caught, and pressed to Shiro's dry, chilled lips. "What's there to be afraid of in the dark, king?" he was turned over so he faced the hollow, and their lips were crushed together in a bruising kiss, a devilish tongue slipped into his mouth, tangling with his own, and a pale hand ventured downwards, grasping his half formed erection.

Please god, not tonight.

"Monsters." he whispered through a strangled moan, unwillingly thrusting back against the hand. Shiro gave him a questioning look. "There are monsters in the dark." he was kissed again roughly, the hand on his now fully erect cock setting a faster pace. This was so very disgusting.

It had never been the dark that scared him. It had always been the prospect of what was in the dark. Like the monster laying right beside him, touching him, making him moan. He dug his fingernails into pale shoulders, another hand fisting and pulling frosty hair. "Shi-shiro..." he mumbled, begging quietly, hating every sound that rolled off his lips.

"King...I love you...and I'll own you." he frowned at the words. He could feel Shiro's black and gold his boring a hole into him earnestly. Disgusting freak, thinking he would give up just from a few words.

He hated it when shiro told him he loved him.

He didn't answer, and Shiro kept toying with him, pulling his shirt off from over his head, followed by his boxers. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the hungry look in the hollow's eyes. The one that reminded him of a cat, just about to bite into the struggling mouse's body.

He wanted to be swallowed already.

He cried out as he felt Shiro press his fingers inside of him, aiming for that spot the drove him wild. The second time he felt it, he tried to make his scream quieter. He didn't want to give the freak the satisfaction of making him scream.

Shiro bent down close to his ear, licking and biting it. "Make those pretty noises for me, please?" he moaned quietly. The sick freak was getting off on just watching him. He couldn't hold back the loud groan of pleasure when he felt Shiro inside him.

Because as sick as it was. As horribly sick, and twisted and vulgar and revolting as it was... he really loved it. That feeling. The way Shiro pushed harder, tried to get him to scream, fucked him so hard he wouldn't stop seeing white spots in his vison, pushed him to the limits and back. Dear god it was the best feeling in the world.

And he hated it.

He wrapped his arms tightly around the hollow's neck. "Pl-please shiro, please" he whispered, his legs twining around Shiro's waist. He felt the albino's hand slip down between their sweaty bodies, taking hold of his cock and jerking it in time with his hard thrusts. He screamed a little louder, felt Shiro's fingers on his hips tighten, leaving bruises. They were going to be there tomorrow that he was a whore. He was disgusting. He was dirty. And no matter how hard to scrubbed, he would never be clean.

Because he was enjoying this. He secretly wanted more.

He was so very dirty.

He faintly heard Shiro whisper something in his ear, biting his neck, covering his face in kisses as he hit that place over and over till he screamed his throat raw, and there was creamy semen all over his stomach, and Shiro's was already leaking down his thighs. He turned over, burying his head in his pillow, smelling his own sweat.

His shoulders shook slightly. And every second he felt Shiro's seed sliding down his leg, it got worse.

Dirty.

"Hey king." Shiro whispered. And from the way his voice sounded, he knew the hollow was grinning. "Are you still afraid of the dark?" he shivered as Shiro's lips ghosted across the back of his neck.

"There are still monsters." 'one's laying right beside me, just made love to me, just made me scream.

And I'd do it all over again in a second. Because I'm just that dirty.'

OWARI

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