This one is an original, folks. I'm not really sure what prompted me to write it, but it's definatly a dark lemon. I don't think it's
imsoparanoid@over-the-rainbow.com
imsoparanoid@over-the-rainbow.com
“Don’t hurt me. Please, don’t hurt me!”
“Shut up.”
He pushed the other roughly onto his back and grabbed a hold of his pants. He pulled down harshly and ripped them off while tears streamed down the other’s face.
“Don’t do it… Please… I’m begging you…”
“I said shut up!” He said, slapping him in the face.
The other cowered back and whimpered; his cheek stung where he had been struck.
“I never hurt you.”
“I don’t care. I’m going to take what I want, when I want it.”
He covered the other with his body and put a hand over his mouth. He leered in the other’s face.
“This will hurt.”
He forced his throbbing cock deep in the other, who cried out sharply with pain. He pounded against him with his fists; anything to make him let go. The other was soon slapped very hard in the face.
“Don’t hit me! Do you WANT me to beat you?!”
Tears were streaming down the other’s face as he cried helplessly. He smiled at the pain of the other and began to shove himself in and out roughly. He heard a broken gasp from the other as he raped him. The other’s face was turning pale and his body had broken out in a cold sweat. He continued to pump in and out of the other, making him cry harder. The other cried because he did not know why or what was happening to him. The other was confused and frightened and he wished only to die; to no longer have to feel the hurt and the pain. The other became detached from his body; feeling almost weightless and very disconnected. The other could hear someone crying and realized it was himself. As soon as the other realized this, he plummeted back into his body and felt the scorching pain again. He was still in him and over him. The other let out a sudden, very piercing scream.
“Oh, you’re conscious again. I thought I might have lost you,” He said, between pants.
The other started to fight again, only to have He wrap a hand around his throat and squeeze. The other felt his air supply weakening and his throat ached. He gasped for air until finally he couldn’t feel the pain again.
“Yes, let me float away again. Let me leave this pain behind and be happy and without feeling again…”
All questions needed no answer, and all answers needed no question to be heard. The other felt calm and happy again, and life did not need a meaning. The other was content to merely exist. He suddenly found himself taking a deep, gasping breath and heard the sound of cruel laughter.
“Ah. You’re awake. I thought I might have over done it. Are you alright?” He asked.
“Yes, I am fine. What happened?”
“I fucked you, and you passed out.”
“You raped me.”
“Look-“
“Thank you.”
He stared at the other, who lay submissively on his stomach. The other’s face was no longer twisted with pain, but full of broken spirit and revelation.
“I learned that I can only understand my life when I am in pain and that you showed me that. I am yours to do with as you will. I belong to you and only you, so long as you teach me.”
“Well, I’m glad you see it that way.”
“I am your slave, and though I do not like you, I bind myself to you out of my own free will. Not out of love, but out of necessity. I could not do this with someone I loved because they would not give me the pain I need. You can because I do not love you and because you do not love me. I don not want you to fall in love with me ever, for I need the malice I get from you.”
“And I discover myself through your pain as well. I see that your pain is what makes me happy and that I could not love you because I want to see your pain. Show me the raw emotion and intensity of pain, and I will show you myself.”
“And show me the pain and suffering of the victim and use and abuse, and I will show you myself. To find out who we truly are, we must expose our insides to ourselves in all its rawness.”
And so he and the other spent their lives together, locked in hatred and pain, because that was all they could ever know.