First of all I have to say, I love you guys! X3 You guys are always so supportive in your reviews and you always let me know what you'd like to see happen next, that's the best thing a writer can hear! So, thanks!

I currently should be finding an article for my International Marketing class, but after reading the three latest reviews concerning the latest chapter and Sven's death, I felt it was only fair that I write the next chapter.

To Althea, I'm sorry this isn't a SvenxTrain fic : ( I hope you'll keep reading, because, and all of you should read this, Sven is my second favorite character after Train, you don't think I'd leave him entirely out, do you? ; )

To Girl-Over-Board, believe it or not I had no plans of killing Sven off when I began the chapter. Initially it was going to be Train vs. Creed, but battle, blah-dee-blah, and then Creed would have Echidna threaten Sven's life when he realized he might not be able to win, but I realized, Creed isn't that cowardly and wouldn't do that. Once Echidna took Creed's order further than he realized she would he then, of course being the awesome Creed he is, used it to his advantage. While I was writing that scene, after having Echidna prepare to "take care of" Sven, I realized…hm…it'd be really interesting if she killed him…Then my mind went into overload with the storyline that could come out of that tiny plot twist. lol So please don't be mad and I hope you keep reading!

To Aya, thank you so much for your comments haha I'm glad you liked the CreedxTrain scene, there will, of course, be another and maybe, quite possibly, another after that, we'll see lol. I want to make sure they have something to do with the storyline, not just randomly thrown in like, "I was walking down the hall and suddenly Creed jumped out of nowhere and we had mad, crazy sex" lol. I've read some fics like that and all I could do was laugh, though I think that was the point haha.

Oh, and Niji-san, you didn't sound too harsh on your review of SvenxTrain, I totally understand lol, and actually everything you said helped me to write the two of them differently. I hope this time around it worked! Thanks

To everyone else (though I hope you read the posts to others above because they have hints at the story you might be interested in), I hope Sven's sudden death hasn't made you deter from reading. I actually worried after posting the latest chapter that I would lose a few of you at his death. I like Sven a lot, so it was a hard decision to make him the one that died. Of course if Rinslet died you guys would be like "oh..sad..but everyone else is okay!". I know some of you might be sad if Eve died, or River, or some of the others, but I felt that since so many of you really seemed to like Sven that it should be him.

What I do want to say is that the old man is not gone forever! X3 Nyah! I could never make Sven disappear; it would be too hard, he's too fun to write when he and Train are together since Train can piss him off so much lol. For those of you who, like myself, are Sven fans never fear! Sven can't go down that easily, now can he?

Now that I've ranted long enough, enjoy the next (steamy raises eyebrows) chapter in this story that I'm having way too much fun writing! X3

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"A World of Missing Pieces"

Several days passed after the incident in the main hall, nothing coming of it but nothing being settled. It was a memory I couldn't erase from my mind, and one that I somehow wanted to keep-one I deserved to relive every time I closed my eyes.

In the past two days I had refused to leave the confines of my room. I refused to eat when Creed had a maid bring me meals I had initially been invited to eat with him. I barely slept as the nightmares of that day plagued my mind, reminding me of something I could've fixed but didn't.

I spent the days sitting at the bay window staring out into the turbulent sea, my mind wracking itself for answers as the rest of me fought down the instinct to throw up the moment his face flashed through my memory. My nights were spent either at the window or curled up beneath the covers of my bed, my hands tangled in my hair as I tried not to scream each time the nightmare tormented me.

I had sworn to myself and, somehow, to Sven that I would fix this-that I would revenge his death. Whether Sven would've wanted it or not I had my mind set, and there wasn't much anyone could do about it past that. I also wanted to find my friends, to see if Creed had been telling the truth and to tell them how sorry I was.

Eve would never forgive me, that was an obvious fact. Not that she had liked me very much before, now she would hate me forever and always blame Sven's death on me…which of course was true. Rinslet would probably feel the same and quickly forget me; she was good at doing that. As for the others, well, I wasn't about to assume their actions but I knew I had to make this up to all of them, especially Eve.

I woke with a start, drenched in sweat and crying out as I sat up in bed, my chest heaving as I breathed hard. I sat there for several minutes, the covers falling into my lap in a rumpled mess as I continued to breathe hard and stared down at my knees.

It had been that nightmare again…the same one I'd had for the past two or three days. Sven lying there, his eyes lifelessly staring up at me as I tried to make him snap out of it-tried to bring him back. Each night the dream slowly progressed to a more terrifying level, a new life taken along side Sven's each time. This time it had been Eve, Creed cutting her body practically in two as blood showered around her.

It had been more than disturbing, and it was all I could do not to throw up as the image flashed in front of my eyes again. I had to hope it wasn't true, that this wasn't some sort of image of what had really happened to her. But Sven…Sven could never be changed, and what I was seeing was entirely true.

I ran my hand through my messy hair, slowly my breathing as I sat there in the cold moonlight that poured in through the open window. I wanted it to be a dream-a dream and nothing more. I wanted Sven to walk in the door like he so many days before and tell me he'd come to take me out of this place-that he'd come to take me home, but because of me, because of my stupid decisions, that would never happen.

Creed had said he would give me time in my decision as to when I would take the drink that would give me the power of the Tao. He claimed he didn't want to "rush" me, and that he apparently knew I needed to do things in my own time. What I wanted to say was that I would never take that stupid drink, and I would never join his ridiculous army of misfits, but now I had to, it was a binding contract I could not break unless I wanted my friends hurt.

I let my hand fall from my hair as I looked over at the open window, the night breeze playing across my face and making me shiver. What I wouldn't give to leave, to go wherever it was my friends had gone, but I knew deep down I wasn't really welcome there anymore.

I shoved the covers back and swung my legs over the side of the bed before standing. I pulled on the clothes Creed had given me to replace those that had been ruined yet again in the battle, though he insisted on repairing my old coat. I pulled on the black pants and long white shirt before sliding the mid-waist length black coat and sliding my feet into the black shoes.

I crossed the room and looked out the window before pulling myself up onto the sill and reaching up, taking hold of the edge of the roof. I had discovered this place just yesterday, a flat part of the roof where I could sit and think to myself, never having to worry that someone would find me there.

I pulled myself up before swinging my legs up and standing atop the roof, looking out onto the ocean as the waves caught the moonlight and sparkled like diamonds. The window rushed past me, much stronger up here than it had been in my room, before whisking off to another part of the world.

I turned, as if I could watch it leave, wishing I could go with it. I wasn't used to this sort of life, not since I had left Chronos and gone out on my own…with Sven and Eve. I hated the feeling of being confined to one place, as if I were on a leash strung too tight with a collar that was slowly strangling me.

I wandered along the edge of the flat part of the roof, looking down at the ocean below and up to the stars above my head. I liked it up here, it reminded me of the days Saya and I used to sit on the roof, drink milk, and just…talk.

I stopped at the far edge and look up at the full moon that hung high above my head, refusing to fall dark as it moved across the night sky.

"You don't talk much, do you?" Her voice echoed in the night air, whispering to me on the wind.

"You're so funny, Tain-kun! I can tell how you're feeling just by looking at your face!" Her laugh…it made my heart want to break into a thousand pieces now that I would never hear it again.

I sighed and looked past the moon and ocean below to the darkened horizon line, nothing but night there. The wind flew past me, ruffling my hair and coat as I watched the stars wink on and off in the black backdrop.

"I know one thing," Sven's voice had suddenly replaced Saya's in the quiet night air. "Train's no longer a Chronos Eraser."

I smiled to myself, remembering that day and my response…

"Maybe so," I said quietly to myself, the wind carrying my words into the night as I said them.

"I used to come up here," A new voice, one that filled my blood with ice and made me want to throw myself off the very roof I stood on.

I whipped around to see Creed standing several feet away, the black robe he worn months ago blowing in the night air as he studied me. He gave me a weak smile before sliding his hands into his pockets and closing the space in between us.

I turned my back to him, looking back to the sky with nothing but hatred. He could make everything around me seem so ugly-he could twist it all with just a word, whether he meant to or not. The hatred that filled me even at the mention of his name never ceased to make my blood boil every time he entered the room.

"It's quiet up here," He said softly as he came up beside me, looking to the sky as well before I shifted my eyes to the ocean, wishing I could throw myself into it and break my neck, anything to get away from this anger-this hatred. "It feels like no one will find you here, right?"

I ignored him, my hands bawling into tight fists as I continued to stare down at the churning ocean below. I felt him turn his eyes on me as he began to speak again, as if he expected me to acknowledge his presence.

"I truly am sorry, Train," He tried to apologize for the third time since Sven's death, only this time he didn't reach out to me, knowing it would only made me retreat back to the confines of my room. "I didn't realize it would go as far as it did."

I ignored him as the wind rushed past us from behind, my bangs blowing across my face as the strength of it made me sway slightly. It was times like these that I regretted not having Hades with me, because if given the chance I just might think about using it now, but Creed hadn't given my gun back to me since that day and I wasn't sure if he ever planned to until I joined the Apostles of the Stars for good.

"I-I've been trying to give you some time," He spoke again, breaking the awkward silence between us. "I know you're mad at me, Train, and I know I deserve that, but I was hoping you'd be willing to talk with me again…"

At this I turned and looked at him, our eyes meeting and for a second I felt a flicker of pity somewhere in my as he regarded me with sad, hurt eyes. We had both been through hard lives, losing the family life we'd once had and being forced to fend for ourselves. Somehow, that commonality we shared always got the best of me, but I refused to let him know.

He gave me a weak smile before I looked away again, hurting him more than I realized. I wasn't about to forgive him for what he had done to Sven. If he thought he could win my trust, or even my friendship that was not the way of going about it…unless he was totally and entirely screwed up in the head.

I wanted to leave, to go back to my room and stay there, but at the same time I knew he'd follow me and there'd be no use-that and I didn't want to be in the same room as him and a bed.

I glanced over at him before opening my mouth and actually talking, the night breeze brushing past us as I spoke.

"I don't think you understand how to make friends, Creed," I said coldly, his eyes turning to look at me as he realized I was speaking. "You're not supposed to kill all of their other friends until you're the only one left."

"Train…" Creed's voice was meek and almost pathetic as he tried to protest.

"You killed Saya, and now Sven," I pointed out, the temperature of my voice dropping even more. "Two people I cared a lot about."

"Train, I said I didn't-" But I cut him off.

"It doesn't matter if they're alive or dead, Creed," I snapped, turning to face him. "Either way I'm going to hate you until I finally kill you."

And with that I pushed past him and crossed over to the edge of the roof, dropping down into my window and leaned against the wall beside the window. Creed entered not long after like I knew he would and turned, somehow knowing where I would be standing.

We studied one another for several seconds before he reached out to touch me face. I slapped his hand aside with the back of mine and glared back at him, letting him know how unwelcome he really was.

"Train," he said softly, almost pleadingly. "Please…I just want to-"

"Ruin my life?" I growled, refusing to feel bad for him.

"No-I-" He shook his head, searching for the right words. "I just want you to realize what I did-I was trying to help you."

"Help me?" I scoffed. "Yeah, you helped a lot, Creed."

I couldn't help but be sarcastic in the moment as pure anger coursed through my body, but not enough to make me act on it. Somewhere inside of me I really did feel bad for him, I always had in a way, but I knew I could never act on those feelings, because I knew what Creed was doing was wrong.

"Train, please," He pleaded again, coming closer and reaching out to touch my face.

I went rigid at the touch but didn't hit his hand away, knowing that whatever it was he was trying to say had to come out or he'd never stop following me and acting like this.

"I'm sorry, Train," He looked away after taking another step closer, refusing to look into my eyes as his hand rested against the side of my face awkwardly. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Killing someone's friends tends to hurt them," I snapped.

"I was trying to help!" He cried out, his voice suddenly louder as he insisted on proving his inane point. "I wasn't trying to hurt you!"

Suddenly his pitying looks, his pleading voice, his entire demeanor changed to stiff and almost angry. He had only acted this way towards me over five months ago when I had first fought against his nanotechnoloically enhanced body and lost.

"You don't understand, do you?" He asked, his voice stronger now as his hand pressed hard against the side of my face. "But I know you will, Train, you're the only one that could possibly understand me."

At this he shoved me into the wall and pressed himself against me before kissing me hard, almost too hard as I felt pain shoot through my jaw. I pushed him back, breaking the kiss but he refused to be pushed away. He grabbed my wrists and yanked them above my head before shoving them against the wall, his grip painfully tight as he kissed me again, deeper than before.

I struggled between the weight of his body and the wall as he pinned my legs against the wall with his. I struggled vocally, trying to pull my arms from the wall but his grip on them was too stronger-stronger than I thought he was.

He slid my hands together, crossing my wrists over one another, before taking them in one hand and holding them against the wall, leaving his other hand free to do what he pleased.

He brushed his fingers against my cheek bone as he ran his tongue along my lips, making me struggling harder as I tried to get away, hoping his one hand wouldn't be strong enough to hold me arms, but somehow it was.

His other hand ran down my face, over my neck, then down my chest before sliding down and grabbing me hard between the legs. His mouth muffled my yelp of pain before he broke the kiss and let go with his hands, flipping me around and shoving me, face first, against the wall.

His grip returned to my hands, while his other hand slid around my stomach and in between my legs. He grabbed between my legs hard before relaxing his grip and running his fingers back and forth, harder than before, but not painfully.

I tried to shove back into him in an attempt to escape but he threw his body against mine and kissing the side of my neck just below my jaw line. His lips ran down my neck then back up until he reached my ear, his lips brushing against it as he whispered.

"I'll make you understand, Train," He whispered as his hand continued to move back and forth between my legs, making my body shake and my mind scream for it to stop. "But the time tonight is over you will be mine."

I struggled against him again as his hand slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants before sliding down them and into my boxers. I gritted my teeth as his fingers ran up and down my length; making me bound hands tighten into fists.

I hit my forehead against the wall, resting it there and squeezing my eyes shut as Creed ran his hand up and down between my legs, moving faster and faster as he ran his lips and tongue against the skin of my neck.

My legs began to shake as his hand moved faster, my body feeling suddenly too weak to stand as emotions to strong too over. I choked back a moan as his hand fell on the head of my length and worked faster than before, pleasure shooting through me and making me jerk with each of his movements.

I wanted to scream for him to stop, but at the same time I wanted to scream his name as his hand tightened around me, the raw emotions from nights not too long ago returning and threatening to erase all the sensibility left in me.

He pulled me away from the wall and into his arms, his hand remaining in between my legs as his other hand held tight to my own. He kissed my neck, my body going stiff as he hit somewhere I didn't know could feel that good. I jerked beneath his hands and mouth, feeling as though I was going to fall apart from all the feelings pulsing through me.

His hand slid from my pants as he grabbed my hand and led me towards the bed, my mind suddenly realizing what was actually going to happen. I yanked my hand from his and stumbled back, refusing to follow him to a place where I knew I shouldn't and didn't want to go.

He turned and smirked as if this somehow made it fun, before he rushed forward, grabbed my arm, and threw me into the bed. I sat up quickly and made a move to get off the bed but before I could he was on top of me, his hands on either side of my head and his legs on either side of mine, pinning them together.

I looked up at him, dazed as he grabbed my wrists and leaned forward, his mouth close to mine as he whispered:

"It's time I show you what I really want from you," At this he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue against my lips.

I jerked and held back a yelp as his lower body pressed against mine, grinding back and forth harder than before. He took advantage of my open mouth and slid his tongue past my lips, deepening the kiss as his pelvis moved back and forth against mine.

The emotions were all too powerful for my body as it began to shake, feelings shooting through me that I was barely familiar with. I needed to get him off me-I needed to run, but where would I go? There was no way of escaping from this place, and Creed was determined to have his way tonight.

I tried to free my wrists as I twisted them and pushed against his hands, but his grip only tightened to a point that me wince in pain. His lower body was working faster against mine, making me feel sick as I felt his hardening length within his pants.

I tried to break my legs free, but it was no use, his were pinned over mine as his lower body trapped my own. I could escape for now, but the second he moved, the moment he stopped to breathe I would run for it, if not knock him unconscious.

He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down my chin and onto my neck. He pressed his lower body harder against mine, making me bite my lower lip as feelings too amazing to ignore took over my body, I even caught myself tilting my head backwards as Creeds lips ran against my neck, hitting spots that made my legs tightening against one another.

He slid my hands together again and held them tight with one of his lower body slowed until it stopped. I watched as he reached into his robe pocket and pulled out what looked like two braces that had been cut in half; the cut ends sharp looking as they glittered in the moonlight.

He pulled himself off me before leading me roughly to the head of the bed until I was almost sitting, my arms pulled above me and bent at the elbow. He took one of the gold circlets and slid it over my wrist before pushing it and my wrist against the wall. I watched in shock as the bracelet seemed to grow before meeting somewhere too deep in the wall to be pulled out.

He did the same with my other arm, securing both in place and watched as I struggled against them, determined to pull free, but it was no use. I turned to say something to him but before he could a cry of anything but pain released my throat as his mouth closed over the end of my length.

I felt his teeth brush against the sensitive skin as his head moved slowly back and forth before he pulled away altogether and pulled my pants from my legs, throwing them to the ground along with my shoes and giving me a lustful look.

I shoved my legs together and pulled them towards me, refusing to let him get near me again. He grabbed my knees and yanked me legs apart, making me cry out in pain as the tendons and muscles in my legs told me he'd pulled them too far. He held my legs in place, making me wince, but as his mouth returned to my hardening length it wasn't hard to forget the pain.

I leaned against the headboard of the bed, my chest rising and falling quickly as his head moved back and forth between my legs, making my legs shake on either side of him. I could barely control my own body as it shook and a moan escaped my throat as he sucked harder on my length, causing an overwhelming feeling to shoot through me.

I choked back another moan as his head moved faster between my legs, and I concentrated on releasing my arms. I quake of shivers shoot through me as my lower body jerked upward, my body nearing something I couldn't predict.

I yanked my arms forward, trying to see if I'd made an impact, but when the cold circlets refused to move I realized I would need more than my own strength to break them or the wall.

I let my head fall back as Creeds mouth made my body rise to heights of pleasure I didn't think existed before I felt tremor after tremor shoot through me. Creed had obviously noticed the sudden change in my body because not soon after he began to suck harder on my length and move as faster as it seemed he could.

My hands tightened even more until my finger nails felt as thought they were cutting into my palm and suddenly a voice that I barely recognized cried out of my throat as I felt my body release in Creeds mouth.

Creeds ran his mouth up my length once more, licking it clean as my body collapsed against the headboard, barely able to hold myself up as my energy seemed to have been transferred to Creed in that moment I had let go of everything.

I hung by my arms, my chest rising and fall fast as Creed came up beside me, his hand brushing over my overly sensitive length before he hissing side of my neck and then my cheekbone, whispering words to me that seemed too meaningful to be meant for me.

My body fell against the pillows as he pressed a spot in each golden circlet that made them snap open, my arms fall and releasing my body. I lay there breathing hard, trying to regain some strength. Now that I was free, now that he wasn't holding me I didn't have the strength to move, it was as if it had all been taken.

Creed shifted beside me as he slid his robe off and then his shirt, before undoing his pants and dropping them onto the pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed. He leaned forward and pulled me up from the pillows and against his chest as he slid my coat off and then my shirt, my arms above my head as he pulled the second to last article of clothing from my body.

My mind woke up slightly as the cold night air hit my bare skin, making me shiver. Creed lay down beside me, his hand sliding over my stomach and up my chest, his fingers tracing the XIII tattoo Chronos had left me, as if a scar to remind me of my past forever.

I leaned over my and kissed my collar bone where the tattoo was before letting his lips travel up my neck until they reached my own. This time around the kiss was light, almost gentle compared to earlier when he had been forcing himself on me.

I lay there, my strength still gone as his hands wandered down my arms, over my stomach, and up and down the inner thigh of my right leg, the feeling making that sensation return between my legs.

He wandered from my lips as his kiss brushed against my cheek bone, onto my forehead, down to my ear, just below it, down my neck, and in between my collar bones. I felt what little strength I knew I'd gain back flood into me in that second as pleasure was beginning to take over again and I tried to sit, but he shoved me back against the pillows and continued to kiss where he pleased.

I shuddered as his kisses wandered down my chest, over my stomach, and landed on my inner thighs. He held my legs apart as he came closer and closer to my length as it began to harden once again. I jerked as his hand took hold of my length again and I grabbed his wrist, attempting to pull it away, but his other hand grabbed mine and gently forced my fingers to let go.

"Please, Train," He said, his face serene as his hand slowly moved back and forth between my legs, making it hard for me to concentrate as he brought my hand up and kissed the palm.

I fell back slowly, my head hitting the pillows as he released me hand and his other continued to send wave after wave of pure pleasure through me.

I stared up at the canopy above us, my mind barely able to function as the feelings took over and erased the part of me that would be running far from here. I wasn't sure why I was letting him do this, or why the anger that had been surging through me moments ago was now drifting away as if it had never been there.

Part of me, that part that had always felt sorry for Creed in the slightest of ways, and the part that realized we were similar enough that we could somehow be friends, that part was taking over and enjoying every second of attention Creed was giving my body as I released for the second time with a silent scream.

This wasn't right, I knew that, but until a person is in the heat of the moment they don't realize how hard it is to stay reasonable-to know exactly what they should and shouldn't do. It's as if who you are changed in a mere second and suddenly you're screaming for that person to do things to you that you never imaged doing yourself. I can't explain it, I wouldn't even try, but I knew in that second that by the time I woke up the next morning I would be regretting every move I made and every sound I uttered, but for now-for now this was making the pain go away and that was all that mattered anymore.

I snapped back to reality when I felt Creed slide my boxers from my legs, leaving me entirely exposed in front of him as he looked down at my body. I wanted to curl up in a ball and hide under the covers, to make him stop looking at me with that look in his eyes as he slid his own undergarment from his body and tossed it onto the floor.

I didn't resist as he gently spread my legs as far as they could go, but in reality, and truthfully, I didn't really know what was about to happen to me. If I had known-if I had had any sort of idea I wouldn't forced my legs shut and run for it…at least I think I would've.

I jerked as I felt Creeds fingers wander lower than my length, running over skin that me jerk and grab the mattress until I felt one of his fingers slide inside me. I jerked and cried out in surprise, but not in pleasure. He pushed deeper before sliding a second finger in, stabs of pain beginning to shoot through me.

I gritted my teeth together as the pain increased as he began to move his fingers back and forth, sliding in and out of me and making my hands run through my hair as I tried to ignore the pain that was increasing with each movement.

I felt Creeds lean forward and one of his hands took mine, intertwining his fingers with mine as his other fingers began to move faster, and his movements becoming easier as the pain slowly began to fade and my body began to gradually relax.

I held tight to his hand as his finger stroked against a spot that made my body shake and a moan escape from my mouth, something I hadn't intended to do. He stroked over the spot over and over, watching me as I twisted and writhed under the feeling, my fingers digging into his hand as I tried to control the feeling.

When he seemed to think I had had enough he slid his fingers out, my body jerking and almost begging for more as the feelings lingered somewhere inside me, but I didn't have to wait long as something else entered me, something much bigger.

I screamed out in pain as Creed slowly slid himself into me until he couldn't go any further, waiting as I twisted in pain. I groaned as he slowly began to slide out then forward again, my body feeling as though it were being torn to pieces from the inside out.

I jerked in pain as he slide in and out again, his pace slow as he let me get over the pain, but that took longer than I would have liked. Slowly, after several minutes the pain had finally disappeared. I lay there with Creed kneeling in between my legs, his length deep inside me as he watched me breathe in and out quickly, my hand tangled in my hair as I tried to understand what exactly was happening to me.

He squeezed me hand before releasing it and holding my legs, pulling out and pushing deep inside me, moving faster the longer he went. I squirmed beneath him, trying to adjust to this new feeling as he moaned my name, obviously needing the friction that was now between us.

I cried out as he shifted slightly and stroked over that spot again, only with his length this time. He moved faster and faster over that spot, pushing deep and hard and making me cry out with each thrusting motion he made.

"Oh, Train," He moaned above me as he bent forward, our bodies close as he continued to thrust in and pull out of me. "Tighter, Train."

I felt my body tighten involuntarily as his voice moaned in my ear, making him gasp and moan my name again. He continued to stroke back and forth against the spot, sending my body higher and higher until I didn't think I could take it any further.

Something along the way he thrust in hard, hitting that spot and making my hands fly up to his back, gripping his shoulders tightly as I cried out. He continued his motions, his body rocking back and forth above me and pulling and pushing me with it. I could barely breathe let alone think straight as feelings escaladed to a point that made me scream his name in the silence of the room.

I felt myself explode between us as he continued to thrust, moaning my name with each movement as my arms fell from his shoulders and hit the mattress. I gritted my teeth as he ran along that spot, my energy gone but the pleasure refusing to leave, until he screamed my name in return and released inside me.

He collapsed on top of me as I tried to breathe, our hearts racing against one another as he reached up and took my hand in his again before sliding out of me. I was already beginning to regret what had happening but the feelings that were still inside me were diluting those thoughts and let me slowly but surely fall into a deep, and dreamless sleep.