A/N – Merle and Jacqui, S1 at the shopping centre. Don't forget Merle is using heavily and at his worst. And, this one is not for the faint-hearted when it comes to some seriously kinky shit. Consider yourself forewarned. Because yes, this kink does exist and it will majorly squick some of you out. But, this is my creation and like Merle says, he was in the mood to play.
Merle felt sweat rolling down his body, pooling in the dip of his spine where he was slouched against the molten side of the truck, soaking his underwear, his arms gleamed with it, his fingers damp. He almost felt like he was growing mould in the humid air of the truck as it travelled slowly through the Atlanta streets.
Chink wasn't happy with bringing everyone along and Merle doesn't blame him one bit. But, as much as he didn't want to be around so much coloured skin, he needed away from the camp more.
Watching his foot jiggle, Merle tried to quiet his mind. He wasn't successful. Stupid, he was fucking stupid to come along, he was probably going to fucking die and not one person in this whole fucking sweat shop of a truck would lift a finger to help him.
Shaking his head, his fingers skate over the front of his jeans, checking to make sure his baggie is still there. It is. Relaxing infinitesimally, Merle eyes the people sitting opposite him.
Black and white, dark and light, day and night. Sniggering at his own sick humour as he envisaged them munching on each other, he found himself adjusting. Stupid, wasn't like they really were rug munchers. But a man was entitled to dream.
The truck stopping with a jerk brings him back to the present. Shouldering his rifle, Merle jumps down and uses the butt of it to take down a walker.
When they're inside, he is elected lookout because of his eyesight. "Yeah, whatthefuckever, I gotta' take a piss before I got up and someone better bring me water real regular-like, else I might miss a shot when I need to." He threatens by route. He might be a lot of things, but a murderer really isn't one.
Ignoring his mind as it says he'd kill the nigger if he looked at him the wrong way, he meanders off to the bathroom. Availing himself of the disabled facilities, Merle goes inside not bothering to lock the door behind him.
Finishing his piss, he runs the cold water and wets a paper rag, wiping it over the back of his neck, he closes his eyes and doesn't see the door to the washroom open and close. But he does hear the lock turn into place.
Opening his eyes, he glances around. She is nothing but a shadow, he can see the whites of her eyes gleaming, but nothing else. "God fuckin' forbid you smile woman." He muttered as he turned and ignored her.
"God doesn't have anything to do with this." She responded.
Merle could hear her moving toward him. "Not now honey, I got a headache." He said to her, only half-lying. He did have a headache. From withdrawal. He knew that.
"Then take some of your meth like always." Her words are brusque, not something a lot of people hear out of her.
"Am I supposed to be grateful that you'd sink so low as to fuck a Dixon?" Merle hated that he fucked this woman, just as much as she hated fucking him.
Their need had been borne on the side of the highway, the night Atlanta was bombed. Sweat and semen, urine and tears. They'd given and taken it all together.
And in the light of day they loathed each other with a passion.
"Daylight you know." He said as he opened his jeans. Felt, more than saw her kneel at his feet.
"Not in here." Her words are low, whispered against his moist groin as she inhales.
Against all odds, Merle shivers. It was hot in the airless toilet, smelly too, the emergency light nearly gone now. Before he can think of anything else, her mouth is swallowing him down.
A choked off moan escapes her and he fists both hands in her short hair, pulls her to him so she takes all of him in. Then he pushes her off and grabs her shoulders, pulls her up.
She's an armful and then some, her body soft, female, pliable in his arms if nowhere else. "So you wanna be fuckin' ol' Merle around the other's now darlin'? Want your nigger to find out you like white cock do you?" He questioned as he pushed her against the basin.
It digs painfully into her hips, makes him burn. Fucking bitch. Just because he wouldn't touch her in daylight either didn't mean he didn't want the fucking opportunity.
But she'd stolen it from him, spurned him in the daylight, two days later when he'd seen her at the quarry. Spurned him before he could make any comment or spurn her first.
And he hated that she'd gotten in first. But not enough to stop fucking her warm cunt. Because it was the end of the fucking world and all that jazz.
Yanking on her clothes, Merle pulls them down over her generous ass, scratches his fingers across her flesh and ignores her irritated hiss of pain. He liked her fucking ass, sue him.
"Want your ass." He mutters as he sinks two fingers into her pussy and scoops up her juices.
"Merle, no." She says even as she pushes back on his fingers, bears down and lets him in.
"Yes." He answers, "You want it now, then I'm fuckin' your ass." He stopped, left himself hanging out of his jeans, then before she could speak, he pushed his cock down over a butt cheek, smeared her with himself.
He felt her acquiescence in the way she relaxed and pushed back into his touch. The way her ass arched back, reaching for him. His other hand scissored inside her, stretching her.
"Gonna take me in your ass and come without a fuckin' sound sugar." He orders her now.
Feeling her squirm and push back insistently on him, Merle knows she is answering yes.
Pulling back, he shoves his other hand in his back pocket, pulls out the condom he's taken to keeping on him. Ripping it with his teeth, Merle rolls it on one-handed.
Then before Jacqui can clench down on him, he pulls his fingers out and bends over. His mouth opens on her ass and he spits on her hole, then he slides a finger around her rim, smearing his spit over her.
"Hurry." Her voice is whispered as she pushes back again, tries to take control.
But, in a blinding flash, Merle realises this is his chance. Probably his only chance to get her back.
"Oh now, don't be like that darlin', you know you like comin' on my cock or when my mouth is on you. You don't want to come in my mouth today too?" He laughs to himself, his large body jerking against Jacqui's back as he bends over and licks the back of her neck.
"No, hurry up!" Her voice is sharper now, louder.
"Shh, careful now, people will hear." By contrast, Merle deliberately lowers his voice to such a low whisper that he can feel Jacqui straining to hear him.
He can feel her focussing on him, on his voice now, just as he wants.
"I'm gonna fuck you long and slow darlin', make you dance on my cock. I'm gonna fuck you so good you're gonna bite your fuckin' fingers to gag yourself. You'll bite so fuckin' hard you'll draw blood that people will see and ask you about. You'll have to lie, 'cept they'll see it's a bite that you're tryin' to hide. And they'll ask you what happened. And you won't tell 'em. Because you don't want people to know you're fuckin' Merle Dixon."
Pausing, Merle spat on Jacqui's ass again, pushed a third finger inside her, spread them and leaned down, his other hand sliding up her thigh and his thumb brushing over her clit. "Oh now, that is a pretty thing to feel, all pert and hard like a little pea, just beggin' for me to touch it and play with it. Make it come."
Merle heartily wished he was lying down with Jacqui leaning over him as she had once, he'd been able to look up in the half light of the torch he'd left on. She had glimmered, all fresh, wet, pink skin. Fresh on the inside, like an oyster he'd shucked once.
Her clit, like a pearl, round and glistening, protected by all the soft surrounds.
But, she'd only allowed that once and Merle would be fucked if he'd beg for that. It would take a fucking warrior queen for him to beg and Jacqui wasn't that in anyfuckingway. Fuck if he ever got a warrior queen, he'd roll over and offer his own fucking ass for them to play with. And he'd fucking like it. Snorting now, Merle shook his head. Like that would ever fucking happen.
So, pinching her clit lightly, Merle strokes back up her thigh and makes sure his condom is on properly. Pulling his fingers out of her ass, he guides himself in by touch. Aiming as best he can, he spits again, smears her hole and then his cock and presses inside.
"That's it, nice and hot in here sugar. You been thinkin' about me fucking you already today have you?" Stopping, Merle bottoms out and for an instant, just an instant, he strokes his hands over Jacqui's back.
Stopping when she moves under his touch uncomfortably, he shakes off his mood. "Oh, now I got an idea sugar, you ain't gonna like it though. But you know what? Merle feels like playin' today." So saying he opens his baggie and sprinkles some meth on Jacqui's ass.
She tries to turn under him, but he shoves her head down. "No noises now." He orders, "Don't want people to know you're fucking a redneck do you?" She subsides as he knew she would.
Women were so fucking predictable.
Spitting again, Merle mixes the meth on Jacqui's hole and then his thumb pushes it inside. "Bet your God don't like this when you get to heaven sugar, bet he don't like it at all." He laughs now. Quietly though.
As if finally realising what he was doing, Jacqui starts to rise, just as a knock comes on the door.
"Dixon, you ever gonna finish taking a dump?" Morales asks him.
"When I stop gettin' interrupted coffee bean." Merle shouts back.
He continues pushing the meth inside Jacqui's ass and then shoves his cock back inside too.
"No, that won't work." He realises. Pulling out again, he tears off the condom and then spits into his palm and wets his cock. "Fuck." He mutters as he pushes back inside Jacqui's ass.
"Oh yeah, sugar you sure are hot." He says now. Hands gripping her generous hips as he slams inside hard and fast. Deliberately smearing the meth inside her, getting her worked up.
Stilling, Merle curls his hips as he feels an extra warmth start to spread out from his cock. "Fuck that feels weird." He says now.
His hands stroke over Jacqui's back and around her front. Palming her breasts, Merle tugs on her nipples through her blouse and bra. Playing there for a few minutes, he lets the drug work.
When he feels Jacqui begin to writhe on his cock, he grins. "Oh yeah sugar, feelin' it now ain't you?" He questions as he starts to roll his hips, feeling Jacqui rock on him in counterpoint. "Oh you do like it don't you? They got a name for it you know? Mostly gays, but I figured you'd be into it, so fuckin' masculine, I bet you wish you was a fuckin' guy."
Another bang on the door pulls Merle out of his self-induced drug haze. "Hurry the fuck up Dixon." Morales again.
"Yeah yeah." Merle calls back. But he takes heed.
Grabbing Jacqui's hips tightly, Merle begins to fuck her, hard and merciless. "You want to come, come before me sugar, I ain't waitin' on you today." He's cruising on the drug, wants to continue to do so up on the roof on his own, take out some walkers. He has a need.
Feeling Jacqui's hand move underneath her body, Merle feels her clench down on him as she works herself toward an orgasm. "Harder." She speaks and Merle ignores her for once, high on his own immortality.
Simply snorting in laughter, Merle continues taking her, chasing his own orgasm. Relentlessly fucking her, stroking in and out. Feeling her clinging to him as he pulled out, trying to keep him inside. The day a pussy or ass kept him would be the day he rolled over and gave his own up. Maybe to his non-existent warrior queen.
Laughing, Merle closed his eyes and his ears to everything but his own impending release, pushing for it, wanting and needing it before his high wore off.
Merle felt his balls draw up and erupt. Shoving through his release, he moaned softly as he felt his come explode into Jacqui's ass channel.
"Shit, I needed that." He said softly, to himself now. He was set, good fuck, good high. He could take on anything.
Pulling out, he ignored Jacqui's soft curse as she jerked her arm to finish herself off. "Bastard." She swore at him.
Laughing a little, Merle reached around her, turned on the water and wet another paper towel. Wiping himself, he cleaned Jacqui's ass off his cock and hands.
"Hope you were clean sugar. I don't need to be catchin' anythin' from you. Only thing I an't caught is the permanent shit." He laughed again as she froze, mid-move of her hand.
"Don't worry, I'm clean now, have been for a while." But he knew, and the thought made him grin like a loon, he knew he'd stopped her orgasm in its track.
Throwing the towel on the floor, he did himself up and reached around, grabbing his rifle. "Be seein' you in the daylight then sugar."
Unlocking the door, Merle left it open behind him as he made for the stairs to the roof. He knew that today he'd burned his bridge with Jacqui. And he was okay with that, because he'd ended it his way. The Merle Dixon way.
A/N – Told you it was kinky. And for those who are thinking of Michonne being the warrior queen, she may be, she may not be. But Merle did tell me as I wrote that, that he would indeed roll over for his warrior queen if she did present herself. I have an idea for her. Dirty, filthy, kinky. Merle is on board so far, hopefully he stays that way. Not too many to go now.