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Following the last chapter, a slightly *cough* darker one, so we don't forget who Vaas is. Again I cannot even express how happy I am to see that people actually read this, and that you even take the time to review. Thank you, truly.
Next chapter may take a few days again, due to work starting again. Please stay tuned, though!
"Fuck off," mumbles Vaas as he pushes the ugly dog off the bed.
His mermaid stirs in her sleep, turns over, blinks her beautiful eyes open.
"Morning,sirenita," he whispers lovingly.
"Morning" she replies, hiding her face behind her hand. He gently pushes the hand to the side, kisses her. Her lips are all swollen from the night before, and she looks so, so gorgeous. He inspects her face carefully for any sign of tears, but there is none. If anything, she looks a bit thoughtful, but contented.
"That was a real good fuck last night,no?" He asks, and she snorts, shaking her head at him.
"What?"
"You're so... Direct."
It's said without reproach, and she's right. Vaas isn't one to shy away from words.
"I love you."
She stares at him, in shock, and Vaas just chuckles.
"It's ok you don't need to say it back. You already said it last night."
Because that's what she said, she said she wanted to be in love when they fucked, and she was the one to come up to him last night. So she loves him, he knows it, nevermind the stunned look on her face.
It's a good day. Vaas is so wrapped up in the events of the night before that's it's easy to forget, for a few hours, how big of a fuck up the whole Jason Brody situation actually is. He goes to get some contraception shit from the doctor, really pleased to be able to show off that he's finally fucked his mermaid, and that he intends to do it again and again and again.
"Missionary style" he says, "in case you need to know for the meds. But we're gonna do it in loads of different positions so..."
"Yes, thank you for the details," chastises the doctor, but Vaas is in such a good mood that he lets it go.
He returns to camp, waving the medicine around like a trophy. A few pirates whistle.
Inside his shack, he finds his mermaid dressed, drying up her ugly dog.
"Got you these," he tells her. He goes to lean back against the table, looking at her bent form. She stands and walks to him, weirdly shy. Why is she being like that?
It's cause she's a good girl, he reminds himself. She's not a fucking slut like Citra. She's not trying to manipulate him, that's why she's so shy.
"The doc said to take this one today, and one a day of those from now on. Until you want to have my babies."
She starts, thrown off. Maybe he's been a too direct there. She takes the bagful of medicines from him, looks at the pills, still quiet. Vaas just wants to pull her to him, wants to press her into talking to him, but he resists himself. The one thing he's finally learnt is that the best way to get her to want him back is to give her the option to leave him. It's risky, it's against his nature because he has to give over control to her, but it works. The first time he did it she kissed him, and the second time, she fucked him. It's worth fighting his nature a bit.
"Thank you. Did Alec mention any side effects?" She asks him. He tries not to scowl at her use of the doctor's first name.
"Yeah," he says, and reaches for her hips, gently pulling her to him. "He said they gonna make you horny, real fucking horny for Latino pirates."
She laughs, the sound lovely and hypnotising to Vaas' ears. When he makes her laugh, Vaas is happy with himself. Happy with himself as a person, that is. He's the guy that gets Alice Ridley to laugh. Then, her smile turns mischievous and she says:
"Well then, Carlos had better watch his back."
She's joking. He knows it. His hands grip her hips more tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. She's only joking. It was a good one. She notices the change, of course, throws him a worried look, squirms a bit in his hands.
"I'm joking," she says, hurriedly. "It was only a joke, a stupid one, really I just-"
"It's ok." He smiles, tightly. "I know. It was a good one."
He eases his hold on her hips, tries to shake the darkness out of his head, out of his perfect day. He's no longer holding her in place, and she isn't walking away. Vaas tries to kill the horrible images plaguing his brain. He's the one she fucks, no one else. It was just a joke.
"It wasn't funny. I'm sorry."
He looks up, and she's got a knowing smile on. An almost coy one, at that. Vaas' hand gives a decisive smack on her ass.
"How sorry are you?" He asks, and pulls her to him. She offers no resistance as he kisses her, and makes that cute little noise from the back of her throat, her arms going around his neck. Citra never used to do that. Citra never used to worry about touching him, pleasuring him. Everything with Citra was visual, as if looking at her was enough to get any guy off. It probably was. Alice showed him love, though. She lost herself in his touch, appreciated it, touched him back, sought him even after he came. And she came too, which was not what Citra did. Citra never lost control. Citra's love was twisted and self centred. Alice gave and received like they were equals, like they both wanted this. She lets him be on top, lets him lead, lets him speak, gives over control to him, loses herself willingly.
She kisses him back, gently, like an apology. She cares about his feelings, which makes it easier to remember to care about hers.
She's pressing against his knee, he sudenly realises. Her breath is becoming shorter,subtly so. She never imposes her desires on him, just offers them, and that drives him crazy. His hands cup her ass, kneading the soft flesh there. He pushes his knee between her legs, presses upwards, and she's rubbing against him, she's starting to lose herself again. He pulls back and watches her, amazed. He's the one who brings this look to her face. Just with his fucking knee. Imagine what he does to her with his dick? She shies away from him and he turns her face back to him, one of his hands keeping her in place above him, then he watches her eyes widen as he slips his hand down to her shorts, inside, and inside her bikini bottom. He's rubbing her, fingering her, feeling her soft, wet, hot cunt around him, listening to her whimpers and supporting her as she collapses against him.
One of her hands reaches for his trousers, fumbles with his belt. She slips her little hand in there and wraps it around his hardening dick. There's pre-come at the top and she squeezes him, gently. He hisses against her.
"Can you show me?" She asks, timidly.
"Nena," he breathes out, so incredibly turned on by the simple request.
Citra never asked if you liked it. Whores were paid to ask. Alice genuinely wants to pleasure him back. It urges him to look after her, too.
With one hand still in and on her sex, Vaas uses his other hand to guide hers around his dick. He shows her how to make his cock slick, shows her what amount of speed and pressure he likes, and soon she is pumping him off and he's just as breathless as she is. Occasionally her touch falters because of what he is doing to her, but it's ok, it's all absolutely perfect.
This, he thinks, is love. They're both giving, both receiving. It's right.
Vaas leaves the passport in view, like a clear invitation, to show her she can leave. He's not a hundred per cent confident that she won't take it, but again, giving her the chance to leave seems to be what ultimately makes her stay. He watches her face as she rides out her orgasm, eyes shut tight, mouth open, and he helps her hand pump him off before coming onto her top. A little bit of sperm splashes up to her face, at the corner of her lips. He swears, but she just laughs it off, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand,catching her breath. Citra would have killed him for that.
"Gosh, these are strong!" She comments, her voice raspy as she picks up the doctor's bag of pills. He chuckles. He loves the sense of humour on her. Citra never made you laugh, never chilled.
"I love you" he repeats, pulling her to him for a kiss. She doesn't say it back, but she clings on to him when he pulls away, hugs him tight, hides her face into him. He knows she loves him back. Even when he feels her quiet sobs against his neck, he know she loves him back, and he smiles. He smiles.
Alice wakes up abruptly, sitting up in bed, hand on her heart. She's heard him. She looks frantically around the room, but she cannot see him anywhere, and of course she cannot, because he cannot be there. If he'd moved he'd be dead, not randomly standing in her bedroom.
Vaas' bedroom, I mean.
She can hardly remember what he looks like, apart from 'big' and 'muscly'. He slapped her a few times, she was talking about poop. Probably deserved a slap or two. It's their fault though, they'd drugged her.
She doesn't even know his name. The man she killed.
'I promise, I won't leave you here to die'. Is he still there? Has he given up waiting? It's been about three days, no? Has he fallen asleep? Has he blown up yet? Will she feel it when he does? How long has he screamed for help before tiring out?
"Nena, ¿qué te pasa, amor?" Vaas cooes, wrapping his warm hands on her shaking shoulders.
He's so cuddly. She never realised. A part of her wonders why he craves attention so much, why he's so desperate to be held and loved. Why he so needs to be kind to something, someone. Her. The contrast between his cold hearted, hot blooded temper whenever he deals with people as opposed to his needy, touch-craving self when he's around his mermaid is vertiginous. She has no doubt that he's expressed his devious tendencies on many prostitutes, and he's probably raped women before, yet with her he's all 'nena', and 'you like it when I touch you like that?'. He says he loves her.
It's twisted, but it makes a girl feel special.
"What's wrong, sirenita?"
She finally remembers to blink, lifts a hand to his. It's really good he's on her side now, it's good. It's useful. Well played, Alice.
"I had a nightmare" she provides, her voice shaky.
"Heads again? You want me to get that dog?"
He's thoughtful, too, in his own twisted way.
"No, thank you. It's not the h-heads, it's uh..."
It's the guy I killed.
"... It's... You know when I escaped the Rakyats, I sort of... I got caught by a warrior, and I tricked him into walking onto a land mine in a rice field. Then I told him to let me go and get help, I promised I would. Then I didn't. I ran off to Badtown and called you. I left him there to die, I lied to him. I just left."
Suddenly, the huge claw that was crushing Alice's heart releases its hold and she can breathe normally again. Damn, it feels good to say it. She exhales, feels like laughing. It's amazing. Then a part of her briefly worries that Vaas will think less of her, that she's finally managed to knock herself off the pedestal he's put her on, but one look at his lustful eyes reassures her.
"Ai, nena... You're a fucking badass, you know that? Fuck..." He starts mumbling in Spanish, running his lips along her ear and neck, making her tingle all over. His hands start wandering.
"I... Vaas, wait, I..."
"He believed you? What did you say, mm? What did you say to that fucker, baby?"
His hand goes down and cups her sex, his teeth gently nibble at her earlobe.
"Vaas, I can see him. I mean, hear him, that's why I can't sleep."
He stops.
"I feel terrible. I keep wondering if he's still alive, still waiting. Maybe he's already dead, I don't know. That's why I can't sleep."
Vaas' hand leaves her, he moves away from her ear. Then he gets up from the bed, naked as always, grabs his trousers. The tropical night air feels cold on Alice' skin, now he's gone.
"Vaas?"
"You need your sleep." He says, putting on his cargo pants. "My mermaid needs to sleep. Let's go see if that fucker' still there. Come on."
They drive through the jungle, in the middle of the night. It's so incredibly dark, and Alice watches, transfixed, as they pass many pairs of shining eyes in the trees. Finally the road stretches onto open lands, and under the moonlight Alice recognises her surroundings.
"Oh, this is where I jumped out. The rice field should be just there."
They park the car, leave the headlights on as they make their way to the edge of the field. Vaas motions silently to his lips, then his ear, and makes his way into the field. Alice steps exactly where he does. If you listen carefully, you can hear the bombs, in the dark water.
Vaas stops, and Alice, who had not been expecting him to, steadies herself by holding on to his hips. He's looking ahead, squinting in the dark. Their shadows cover what looks like a crouching animal, a few feet away. Vaas points at it, wraps an arm around her waist, shifts them both the side so the car lights hit the crouches man.
"There. Look, there's that fucker. Holy shit, nena, he's really here!" He's laughing.
Alice cannot believe her own eyes. He's there. He's still there. Three days later, he's still there, he's still waiting, he's still alive.
He's gone down to his knee, his shoulders are slumped, he's quiet but his shoulders still stir with each shaky breath.
"Hey, hermano!" Shouts Vaas, causing Alice to jump. "Amigo!"
The figure raises its head, slowly. Looks but doesn't see. Maybe the lights are blinding him, maybe he cannot see I'm here, thinks Alice. Her fingers are grasping at Vaas' red shirt. She hides behind him.
"You stopping my mermaid from sleeping, you know that?"
Vaas isn't even shaken, if anything he looks like he's having a great time.
"You stopping her from sleeping, because she's too good, hermano, she's worried for you, you stupid fuck."
Vaas pulls out his handgun. His arm snakes around Alice's body, pulls her forward, ignores her resistance as the pirate settles her in front of him. She's pressed against him, she feels frozen, despite the hot, humid air, and his hot chest against her back.
"Look at her, hermano. Look." He's holding Alice's face, and she briefly wonders if he's not, in fact, talking to her. "She beautiful, no? She needs her fucking sleep. You stupid fuck."
He wraps Alice's hands around the gun, wraps his own around hers.
"Nobody stops my mermaid from sleeping." Says Vaas, incredibly softly, his breath directly into her ear.
His fingers crush hers against the trigger. The gunshot is loud, the kickback is absorbed by the strong body at her back. The warrior collapses to the floor, splashing water all over. Alice blinks, confused. Where's the explosion?
Vaas laughs.
"Look at that! Look, nena! It was a faulty one!"
He's laughing like it's the joke of the century.
"He's been waiting there like a stupid fuck, for nothing! He could have just walked away!"
He's laughing so hard he's doubling over, holding on to her waist, nearly toppling her over. Alice just looks into nothing. It's twisted. She feels nothing. And when he pulls her to the car, pushes her against the door, grabs at her and pulls her underwear down as he frees himself from his trousers, Alice feels nothing. Her eyes stare into the beautiful night sky. So many stars. Soon he's grunting against her, and she feels the sexual pleasure building in her, but she's detached from it, she feels but doesn't. How twisted is that? The metal is cold against her bare bum, her back is getting rub burns, her toes struggle to touch the ground as Vaas buries himself inside her, again and again, slamming into her, and Alice comes but feels nothing. His sperm drips down her thighs, he collects some of it and smears it onto her lips, then kisses her roughly. He collapses to his knees, taking her down with him. He tells her he loves her.
Alice feels nothing.