Don't read if you're not into nightmares of the freaky and demonic sort.
As the creator of My Immortal once said, "WARNING: SUM OF DIS CHAPTA IS XTREMLY SCRAY. VIOWER EXCRETION ADVISD."
Her spelling is that bad.
I present a wet dream gone wrong.
Hot. Sweltering. Sticky.
Six is laying on his bed. The blonde is there.
He is positioned over Six. His breathing is ragged. His pupils are blown wide in desire. Six can feel the extent of the desire digging into his leg. He knows that's it's not for the first time that night.
He tries to look away. He knows his face is red and his own pupils are dilated. He feels a few primal urges swirling in the pit of his stomach. It's like a sweet honey.
Kisses pepper his neck and torso. Bites that can be called nips will leave marks for the morning. But all they care about is the night.
A roughened hand rubs his thigh. Inching ever closer. Six can barely contain a moan when it brushes up against him. It teases and feels in ways that should be invasive. But, all he can feel is the sweet bliss that his is in good hands.
Capable hands pry him open. One, two, three. Six clings onto the blonde his nails digging into the other's skin. He feels a hot gust of breath run over his ear. A soft chuckle escapes his partner as he starts begging.
A sharp pain is dulled by the sensual desire flooding his veins. Better than any drug. A dog rose blooms in his chest, the child of pain and pleasure.
He looks up at his lover. The face is flushed with passion and the eyes see everything he has. But there is gentleness in those features as the lips brush his own in a promise.
Pushes and pulls rip him apart. His moans grow in a crescendo. At the peak, he almost screams a name he doesn't know.
But, his partner stops.
"Why?"
The same hurt eyes. Six can't answer. He wants to choke out an answer.
Six feels his lover's heat leave him. Empty. He feels empty and unsatisfied. Six reaches out only to grab air.
The blonde gets up and backs away. Hate and disgust distort his handsome features.
He tries to reach out again but gloved hands hold him back. Faceless restrainers appear on both sides of his vision, one a platinum blonde and the other a red head. Six struggles and twists but the hands tie him down to the bed.
Terror grips him as he realizes that they truly have no faces. There is nothing but skin where the eyes and nose and mouth should be. He hears clacking footsteps that grow louder and louder.
The face. The face he hasn't seen since birth. Large eyes with torn irises are bloodshot. The thin face is thinner than before. A mere skeleton compared to his previous build. But the same burning curiosity is there. The curiosity that led to needles and scalpels and nightmares that made normal people check into a mental ward.
The face smiles. No, grins. And a shiny object is in a leathery hand. A knife.
Years of nightmares and fear come rushing back and Six fights with all his might. He wrenches and turns ignoring the cold metal that digs into his wrists.
The man comes closer, the grin more deranged.
One hand grabs his chin yanking his head to the right.
The knife is plunged into his left shoulder.
Six sat upright, breaking out in a cold sweat. He ran his hands across his face and through his hair. He checked his bare shoulder to be sure.
There were no knife marks.
Just a nightmare.
Just another nightmare.
Six recalled the blonde backing away disgusted. A shudder ran up his spine unbidden.
This was why he never went to sleep.
Okay. I just had to try. I'm not sure if I wanted to join the M-rated groups yet and though I really hope to continue to write short fluff, I don't get many reviews.
This would be a fairly clean version.