Chapter Twenty-one: Shameless

Freddie undressed coolly. Carly's heart pounded in her chest. How could he remain so in control? She felt like she was having a panic attack. Shifting up, she brought his face to her chest, where he kissed her. The straps from her bra fell down as her inhibitions.

His mouth latched onto her. She gasped, and removed her bra. Freddie attacked, and grew more and more satisfied with each pass.

His anger manifested. This was all her fault; she could have done so many things for him in the past. She could have become his actual girlfriend, or admitted to her feelings, or at least give him a chance. He, in this intimate time, took out his rage on her soft body. She took as much pain as she could as he molested her mounds.

He growled; the wolf was loose. Clawed hands ripped down her sides to her panties. The gentle swirl of lace and ruffles felt so foreign to him. There were so soft…

Carly felt herself exposed. She took a breath as Freddie's course skin found her. She took a breath.

"AH!" Her heart pounded from pain and fear, "ah, ah, Freddie, I- ah!"

He was merciless. The boy was gone, replaced almost solely by the animal. She understood now. The sweet little loser who loved her had been replaced by a beast. In some form, she felt justified. Yes, she blamed herself for losing him, but going through this somehow made them even, made it better.

Freddie was in pain as well. Part of him was crying; tears and saliva dripped from him onto the naked body of his love. But a much stronger part of him demanded more. She deserved this, wanted this, and wanted him! The pain from his wounds egged him on, not slowed him. Blood seeped out from his body onto hers, mixing with the lost liquid between her legs.

Carly was screaming from the assault. The bed rocked again and again. It felt like hours before he finally groaned and collapsed. For a moment, she thought he was dead.

Then a hand found that spot on her neck. Underneath the unbelievable pain, her Freddie gave her some comfort. She groaned and leaned onto it. The two stayed this was for quite some time.

"Freddie," Carly whispered finally, "I love you."

He squeezed her tightly. He needed her so, so much, and did not know what to do with himself if he lost her.

Groaning, she shifted under him. Her nerves were alive, sending mixed signals; warmth, cold, pain… and pleasure. Freddie brought his head up to look into his lover's eyes for a few moments before pecking her lips. It was like their first real kiss. Which lead to a second and a third.

He got up, groaning from the pain, "I love you, Carly."

Freddie knew he had to leave now. The FBI the Institute- who knew who else would hunt him? But he had to leave now.

He looked back at the girl he had ruined feeling such sorrow, such remorse… He leaned in again and kissed her.

This time, she rolled him over. Though inexperienced, some part of her knew what to do. Her hips ground out a beat on him. Carly started to understand those songs, what they meant, and the emotion they tried to capture. Freddie groaned underneath her as she sped up.

Both were sore from the day's events, but both wanted to keep going. Finally, Carly finished and collapsed on her lover.

"Freddie," She panted out, "How about one more time?"

The end

Author's Notes. I don't own ICarly. Yes, I know, I'm shamelessly using these characters for sex. However, it is hurt/comfort!