A/N: I take requests. In fact I encourage you to make requests, because they'd be an awfully interesting challenge. I've never written for anybody else before. Just my own twisted thoughts. In the future, there will be different pairings. But all my previous pairings have been Reid and Tyler, while secretly I liked reading Reid and Caleb. Just couldn't make a story out of them -- so this is me catching up on all the Reid and Caleb I've ignored. And this chapter portrays the relationship I was gonna give Reid and Caleb in 'just a flesh wound' but I'm not sure if I'm gonna now. So please -- REVIEW -- and tell me what you want.
Pairing: Caleb/Reid -- continuation of smile.
Warning: Sex. Violence. Longing.
Reid recoiled sharply when Caleb landed his first blow, right against the blonde's ribs. His back hit the wall hard and he ducked Caleb's swinging fist. Swiftly maneuvering himself away from Caleb, he spun around to cover his exposed back. Caleb needed this, he knew. The brunette was wound up so tightly that if he didn't find some way to relieve the tension, he'd probably implode. It was Reid who had initiated it. That first punch. But it was Caleb who kept coming back, every time he got too pissed to deal with things on his own. Reid fought back, but it was painfully clear who was always the victor.
Reid was quick, swift on his feet. But Caleb was stronger, and always managed to pin the younger boy, no matter how adamant Reid was. The blonde swung out with his left fist. Caleb caught his arm mid air and violently jerked the boy closer. He twisted the arm and shoved Reid chest first into the wall. The boy grunted and shoved against the wall with his free arm but he was trapped. "Stop moving," Caleb grunted from behind him. His voice was hard. He dug a fist into the small of Reid's back and twisted his arm until Reid forced himself to remain still.
"Cay -"
"Don't talk," Caleb hissed. "I win." Reid flinched when he felt the tongue slither across the lobe of his ear and Caleb chuckled darkly. An arm stretched around his waist, a hand splayed across his stomach. Caleb liked his stomach. "Take off your clothes," he decided, stepping away from him. "I want to fuck you."
Reid grimaced. It wasn't ever a question, though he wasn't sure it had ever been. Caleb never proposition him, never asked if maybe he wanted to partake in a sexual act. No, he always demanded it. He wanted sex, and Reid would just have to deal with it. Reid generally wouldn't mind, sex was his friend. But Caleb was rough. Not in the kinky, masochistic sort of way either. He was cruel, and he was rough, and he gave Reid more pain than pleasure. But he didn't care. He was horny as fuck.
And yet he still complied. Stiffly, he pulled his shirt off over his head. He didn't have to look down to see the bruise forming along his ribs. He knew he had another one on his back, in the middle of his spine. That proved to be too much for Caleb.
The older boy gripped the pale hips tightly and backed Reid roughly into the wall, attaching his mouth to the white collar bone. Such beautiful skin. His grip tightened on the bony hips. But how he'd love to see Tyler's skin, just how beautiful that skin could be. How he'd love to touch that skin and taste it and hear Tyler make some of the sounds Reid tried to conceal. He gasped quietly as Caleb's grip grew impossibly tight on his hips. Caleb's teeth scraped against his collar bone and bit into his neck. Caleb was only vaguely aware of the body shifting and writhing before him. He could only dimly acknowledge the bony fists shoving against his chest or the pained noises that seemed so far away.
Reid's hands fisted in his hair and twisted it desperately. Secretly, he liked how the bony hands felt in his hair. The blonde was unusually gentle, even after all Caleb had done to him. It was only when Reid thought he was sleeping that he shoved his hand through the brown locks. Only then did he touch the older boy without restraint. He didn't know that Caleb usually wasn't asleep. He didn't know much Caleb liked his touches. Caleb shook his head and jerked away from the younger boy. Blood painted his lips ruby and stained the pale skin of Reid's neck. The bite mark had already turned purple.
He wanted to apologize but that'd disrupt the relationship he'd already created with Reid. Reid wouldn't stop him, no matter what he did to the boy. Caleb could do anything to him and he'd never chase Reid away. The boy would always be there. Caleb's fingers found the button of his jeans. He licked his lips when he knew Reid was watching and leaned in for a kiss. As he knew he would, Reid opened his mouth to the kiss and submissively returned it. His hands flexed in Caleb's hair but held fast and Caleb didn't stop him because he liked Reid touching him.
It was Caleb who shoved away Reid's jeans and led him to the bed. He shoved the blonde down into the mattress and explored his body hungrily, as if maybe he didn't already know it. He knew Reid's body better than he knew his own. He knew what to lick, what to kiss, what to bite, he knew what to do to force those sounds from Reid's mouth. He knew how to torture the boy. Only he could make Reid beg.
The sex wasn't the important part. No, it did manage to relieve his frustration. But it wasn't the important part. The important part was the before and after. It was the after, when he could curl up beneath the blanket, pulling Reid against his chest. He loved the way his body curved around Reid's and the way the boy didn't mind being petted or kissed.
He fucked Reid and then curled up beside him and rode out the high that only sex could give him. He felt so completely content. Reid's quiet breathing was the only noise in the room, it was so slow that Caleb knew the boy must be teetering on the edges of sleep. But Caleb knew he was still awake because his long fingers curled around Caleb's hip, almost possessively. His body was pressed close to Caleb's, his head resting gently on Caleb's outstretched arm. A leg curled around Caleb's and held the two bodies close. This was the part Caleb liked most. Listening to Reid breathe. Caleb shifted slightly, and pressed his lips to Reid's forehead.
This was the part Caleb liked most, but he needed all the other parts too. He needed to make Reid hurt and bleed. He needed to hear him yelp and groan in pain and pleasure. He needed the sex. He needed the control. But above all else, he needed this. He needed contentment. He needed to feel the warmth of Reid's body beside his own, skin pressed flush again skin, trusting. He needed to feel safe enough to tell Reid anything, because he needed to talk. And he needed to know that Reid, however rebellious the boy may seem, would never tell a soul.
He wanted Tyler. But he needed Reid.