Where the Wild Roses Grow

Based on the narrative song by the same name by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

"They call me the wild rose...."

PART 1 Walking down the broad-walk waiting for him, looking for the flower that was the vague description on a scribbled piece of paper. White, black hair, blue eyes where are you my sweet Elizabeth rose? I scanned around the crowed walk, seeing all but a garden of weeds and then I felt a gentle hand on my back.

It was him. Can you believe that there existed such and entity such as this? He took my breath away. Those bluebell eyes shone like dewdrops in the morning light. His lips so full, two immaculate rose petals, red and bloodied wild roses.

"Hello are you Jay?"

A soft dandelion voice, so soft and delicate. Oh so delicate.

"I guess not then..."

"No wait! Are you Paige?"

Paige, a bloom so rare and coveted.

"Oh finally! Thought you've bailed on me! Hi I'm Paige Haley. Single, white, male!"

"I'm Jay Gordon. It’s a pleasure to meet you finally after all that time on Introline!"

"Yeah did your phone bill come back in six digit numbers?"

Laughter, the fragrant offspring of those crimson lips.

"Well do you want to come back to my place for a coffee or something so we get to know each other Jay??"

"Why not?"

I put my hand on the small of his back and he lead the way to his apartment, so willing a flower that turns to face the sun, to grow under my heated gaze. He is mine now and he will be forever. I will not let you fade away. I will crush your perfect form between my pages and keep you eternal and beautiful. Forever and ever and ever....

PART 2 His modest apartment, not far from where I live. I sit in his humble kitchen watching him serve me tea, so sweet, so fluid in his habitat, his forest. Little does he know that he’s lit a scrub fire, a flame that delectable smile kindles?

“So where’s you bedroom?”

“Aren’t you a forward one?”

I wrap my arms around his waist; the choker vine’s smothering embrace as it devours its hapless victim, his new parasitic lover.

“Really?”

“Don’t worry, it’s a good thing”

He drops his glass into the sink and lays a tulip kiss on my collarbone, the wildflower buckles under the towering weed.

“Show me your bedroom, show me where the wild roses grow?”

“Jay, I have to tell you something?”

I feel his body stiffen against me, your cheeks flare like flame trees.

“Yes?”

“I’ve never been… with a man before…”

“And? Do you know how rare it is to find such a pure creature in this filthy city?”

Wilting flower, I can shine the life back into you, kiss your forehead softly and lick the dewdrop tears that run down your silken face.

“Go to your room, I’ll be there in a minute. I promise you, it’ll be okay”

He left and I stood there as he prepared, pulled the sheets down and waited in the bed, waiting for his reply

“Jay”

I smile. Sweet child, I will see you bloom…

***

His skin is the most silken thing I have ever touched; pale white fruit is the offspring of this immaculate bloom. I curl one finger inside him, velvety heat; I thrust in a second. Not since the Tiger Lilly have I felt such heat, such silk, I pull out of him. The Wild Rose winces and cries, I kiss him as his chest heaves with want, need, the bitter winter has faded and I as the spring have come to pollinate the new roses.

Pressing into him, this garden of earthly delights, so tight, the rose that grows in the inferno of hell.

I thrust into him filling him to the hilt his nails dig into my shoulder.

Every rose has its thorns…

“Jay!”

“Hush Wild Rose…”

“Oh Christ”

He trembled and arched against me, I grab his cock and jack him in time with my now fast, raw thrusts, twitching and throbbing,

Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Oh, ah ohh. Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, thrust, thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Yes, oh ah ah ah…Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Yes, oh ah ah ah…Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust thrust, thrust, thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Oh, ah ohh. Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Yes, oh ah ah ah… Thrust thrust, thrust, thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Yes, oh ah ah ah…Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Oh, ah ohh. Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! Thrust, thrust, thrust,thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck! FUCK!

Nature…

A white flood, his seed in my hand tinged with swirls of virgin blood, I come deep inside with one fast, hard, thrust and scream.

The winter, so much white.

I reach up my hand and lick off his essence, salty and earthy and then I whip his cock clean as he comes down, I never want this high to end. The sweetest fruit, the tastiest sin, picked from Eden’s garden.

“Jay…”

“Hush, baby, go to sleep…”

I crawl up and hug him, kiss his trembling mouth and share a little of his own essence together. He sleeps on my shoulder his breath warm on my skin…

Once darkness has fallen on the garden and the stars play with the night blooms, the earth is at rest and the flower’s face is covered for the night. I’ve made sure he’s fast asleep, skin glowing white halos in the midnight; I slink out on a sly, dressed and ready. The door closes gently as the keeper locks the gate of his secret garden, his roses, and nobody else’s, locked safely inside…

PART 3 The night had gone and passed, I could not stop thinking about this tender wild flower name Paige, delicate as his name and nature. I went down to the river, the water ran freely over the stones just as the tears had run from his cobalt eyes, just as his cum had flowed between my fingers.

Finding the reddest, thorniest of the roses from the bushed I tore it way from the other just as I had torn away the Wild Roses virginity, spearing into my hands, tearing under the skin, warm soft blood from the new wounds. Taking this rose like the one I had fucked the night before.

At a phone booth down the road, I called him to say that I was coming over, his voice laced with a distant sadness.

***

I am at his apartment now waiting, he opens his door to me and I present to him the rose, and a kiss. He smiles but looks nervous as we sit together on the couch

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing”

“But there is something wrong, tell me?”

“I just feel a little, weird”

“Weird?”

“I mean, you and me… last night, why did you leave?”

“I had to”

“I woke up and you were just gone, did I do something wrong?”

“Never, what we did last night was heavenly Paige. I’ve never been with someone as perfect as you”

He looks down embarrassed, geisha white cheek flaming cherry blossom blooms. Hiding behind his hair, I brush it away and touch his face, raising his chin till I see his eyes, crestfallen beauty beholds in those cerulean circles, lips pouted and trembling.

“Tomorrow, I want to take you someplace special”

“Where?”

“Where the wild roses grow”

“Why do you call me that? When we were… you called me wild rose.”

“You are like those roses, like this one”

I hold up the rose, run it down his lips, chin and chest.

“So sweet, and scarlet and free”

I kiss those saccharine petals, his lips, and the wild rose. My hand roaming towards his belt, he melts into the motion, breaking the kiss as I kneel below him and pull his jeans down to his ankles.

I return between his legs, press my face into him as he grips at the couch with shock. I stroke him so softly with the rose, per cum smearing it like early morning dew.

“Ahhhh…”

Teasing the head with a tiny scratch of a thorn, lick the minute wound to taste the crimson seed. He yelps like a kicked puppy, how I love to watch this rose wither in the greenhouse torridity. But tease him no longer I shall, take him in my mouth and taste him fully now, sweet nectar. His skin taut and sweet I reveled in the feeling of his cock in my mouth like he were the first fruit of the season, a delicacy exclusive to the highest bidder for this case, delicious.

Hands gripping around his waist as I swiftly swallow him and I look up to see his reaction, contorted in a state of painful bliss, he looks down at me. Eyes you’d die in. Watching me as my head bobs up and down still looking at him watching me, hand on my head, so softly running white roots palming from his hand into my hair.

“Jay, ah, oh, fuck! Oh Christ! Ah, ah, ahhh JAAAAAAY!”

He twitched inside my mouth, my own arousal becoming unbearable, drunk, dizzy, opium, red flower. He screamed my name as he came deep in my throat, I drank up all the sweet honey like a bee in the summer time. Oh, never have I tasted such liquid beauty, he danced in the sun as he came for me like grass seeds in the breeze, danced to his sweet death deep inside my stomach were the acids there live. Head thrown back still staring at the roof, breath gently subsiding legs still spread, in full bloom.

I look to the discarded rose by the couch, pick it up and rip the petals off. Standing up I see his eyes closed softly, hands on his legs, open and inviting, his lips pouted begging for me to kiss the pink entry into his soul.

“Jay… Jay… please don’t leave, Jay…”

Leaning over with the hand full of rose petals, kiss his quaking lips as he cries my name, spit a little of his essence back and forth between out mouths.

“Come with me”

His eyes open and look dead at me, I sprinkle a few of the petals in his lap and slowly walk away leaving a trail of petals, a trail for him to follow and he smiles, a smile laden with pure lust, keep smiling. He rips his shirt off above his head and stands, pulling down his already undone jeans and then kneels on all fours grabbing a hand full of petals he puts them up to his face and breathes in their scent.

My heart stops. He crawls towards me on all fours now, slowly following the rose trail through the open door I trip backwards on the bed and take off my shirt. He’s at my lap now crawling up me his hands peel away at my jeans, soft hands grasp my cock, now painfully hard. I pull him up onto the bed and hover over his chest, heaving in ecstasy hands on my chest and legs spread right apart.

So full of need, who am I to deny this carnivorous blossom, I am the insect and he has trapped me in his sticky, soft prison. He’s so hard for me again, oh fuck yes! Bypassing fingering him, I tear into him, thrust into him like a rabid animal as he screams and cries in agony and pleasure as I jack him as hard as I rip into him, so fucking tight.

“Jay! Please, ah, yes, faster, ahh”

Could he get any tighter? He contracted around me live a vice, nails clawing into my back leaving long red scrapes.

“Please… Jay…, PLEASE!”

Begging, he needn’t do as I keep ripping into him, tearing up his insides as I crucified him into the bed. His blood painted our thighs now, I rocked into him for all it was worth, knocking his head repetitively into the headboard but still bucking to meet every thrust he took every violent inch of me.

Digging so deep in one last hard piercing thrust I shot my seed so hard into him, dug my teeth into his neck as his screams drove me head first over the edge.

He came all over my chest, white, white, white meadows of snowdrop and lily.

***

Lying on his chest now, sticky cum and blood drying and grafting us together, he sleeps now spent I watch him with my head on his sweaty chest now in a calm breathing pattern. Blowing swirls of breath on his heated skin, just to watch him flinch and blush unconsciously and my face mashed against his skin just taking in the scent, pure opium poppy.

Its dark now, we’ve been fucking nearly all afternoon, his bleeding has stopped, now just a rust colored memory on the sheets. I close my eyes and savor the moment in this garden of darkness, of pleasure, of licentious dreams to be and wait for the morning to shake off the black shadow veil and rise again to life in a pure morning.

The last sunrise before the fall…

PART 4 Waking just before my Wild Rose had rouse with his arms wrapped around me. Why do you protect me? A wall wrapped in ivy, holding within a garden of ill fortune. I rake my nails down his chest as light as a thistle bur just to wake you and your breath hitches in surprise, emotions painted in such beautiful splendor, of monochromes of red like cherry blossoms in the snow. A smile escapes those luxurious lips as you see me, so happy to meet a noxious pitch?

“Jay”

“Yes?”

“Thank you”

“Why?”

“For staying”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you for eternity”

Eternity meets you at dusk Wild Rose, eternity and a day.

That’s right, hold me tight. I’m not going anywhere but here, you.

“We’d better get cleaned up, I want to take you somewhere special Paige, I want you to see something”

“What?”

“You’ll see when we get there!”

Lay a gentle kiss on your cheek, chin, lips, kiss is greeted with your tongue. You move yourself of the bed and I follow, holding you from behind with my hand on the inside of your thigh and trace where the blood has tricked down from deep within your purity and my secret garden.

We sit on the edge of the bath tub, your nestled between my legs in the steaming shower, dabbing your chest so lightly with a sponge, kissing your soapy shoulder as your hand trails bubbles on my knee. The water runs down the porcelain tub pink and red, taking the blood and the discomfort of sweat and semen off our bodies. He slides down resting inside the tub still between my legs as I reach for the shampoo bottle and lather the faux strawberry scented liquid on his black hair. He splashed playfully in the soapy water and hummed a nonsense tune happily.

What misguided trust, giving misplaced love, such misleading beauty

***

Dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, rather beaten looking knee high lace up boots with long red laces, fancy silver gothic styled rings move across his face as he applies his makeup. He sees me watching him, or more that gracious ass of his and he smiles as he fixes the last little tufts of hair, which stand spiked on end in a black “wing” formation. Oh Wild Rose, a creature heaven sent for sure. So prove to me if there is a heaven when I send you there Wild Rose.

“Come, we’d best be going”

“Okay”

“It’s a very special thing I’ve planned, a secret…”

I pull over his eyes a silk black scarf and tie it tightly over his recently painted eyes.

“So let me drive.”

“Okay, as long as you don’t walk me into a pole or down a cliff!”

“Trust me”

Or better yet, don’t.

***

Driving through the rough trail, the elements take care of disposing of my tacks quickly here, this is private property anyway. He sits quietly there with his head leaning on the glass, staring into the counterfeit night of the black scarf on his face, lips in an impatient pout. Don’t worry Wild Rose, we are not far now.

***

Reaching over to unbuckle him as he gropes for me blindly, his hands find my arm and I help him out walking with my hand on the small of his back oh so gently.

“Were are we Jay? Come on the suspense is killing me here!”

Who’s killing whom now?

“Okay, one, two, three…!”

Untying the scarf and letting it fall to the grass below, as he stood there completely breathless he held my hand tighter.

------------)~~* PART 5: FINIAL CHAPTER *~~(------------

Motherfucking beautiful.

It was at the edge of a meadow of sweeping green were an azure that mirrored the Wild Roses’ eyes; there was the river called “Melancholy” swept lazily as the summer. Its waters so clear and placid and pure, a ticklish breeze blew over it but so brief as to say it never even existed. Where these two wicked entries met was a vermilion lip of rosebushes that bloomed so heavily it seemed never to show the green leaves. I welcome you to Eden.

The sky and the sun were a merciful lover to the day, no mercy for my rose.

“Oh Jay… this is so beautiful. Thank you. This place is beautiful.”

“I knew you’d like it here”

I held his hand tightly as we walked closer to the riverbank we lay together and gazed at the flawless sky swirl nothing blue above us. Stroking those ebon spikes with my hands as his head lay on my chest and his body between my thighs, legs wrapped around him like a Bougainvillea vine, strong and consuming. Silent but for the anonymous birds mindless twitter, the only witnesses here we lie here for a moment. My hands trails down his soft face over his nose, down the bridge to his lips and linger there so anon and then sweep down his chin and onto his chest. Rest there absorbing the gentle heartbeat, he turns his head up to look at me with those deliciously crestfallen eyes.

“Jay…”

“Hush… be still and do as I say”

I reach over to the never to far rosebushes with a long arm rip away a radiant little bloom that I have been waiting to flower for a few days now. What can I say immaculate creature? The little thorns tear at my hand and you wince shocked at the blood but I do not feel it.

“Oh Jay! Are you alright…?”

“Be still now, It’ll be okay Wild Rose, hush now…”

I say placing my bloodied finger on his lips to silence him and he complies, resting his hand on my thighs as we still lie together, eyes downcast I run my blood down his trembling lips in a facsimile of lipstick.

“Wild Rose, take you clothes off now”

He moves off me and takes of his shirt, quaking fingers fight with the little black buttons as he takes off his shirt almost painfully slow, afraid someone will see as he looks around nervously.

“Were alone”

He looks at me like he was hit by a truck.

“Keep going”

I say as I lay back on my elbows so as to better savor the view, ignoring the landscape to admire this perfect portrait of nature personified beauty. He kneels and pulls away the laces of his boots, hands shaking if in fear of being trapped by the red laces, he kicks them away near his discarded shirt. Already knowing his next command he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers to his ankles and kicks them away and there he stands before me. Naked and glorious in the daylight his milky skin shone like the moon at midday, he stood there as a Venus short of a masterpiece with his humiliation branded on his body like the red and white hybrid roses, pinkish red flames on your face, chest and arms.

“J…”

“Shh!”

I lie back now and move my arms up as to beckon him into my arms like a flytrap’s mouth to capture this hapless victim. So willingly he is over me on all fours, I push him down closer to me and he holds me as to seek some kind over cover on his shaking, pale body.

The rose still in my hand I stroke his back so teasingly with it as some of my blood smears on that ivory skin.

“Take my clothes off”

No further commanding, he kneels above me as I let him pull off my shirt almost viciously and then starts work on my belt. I don’t care about this insolence; it shows he’s getting into it, that I won’t hurt him. What a pleasant dream…

I hold him again between my legs as before but only briefly as I feel his ass rub against me wantonly hinting at what he wants. But its not about what you want Wild Rose. Its what you need. Harshly I push him of me now so he lands on all fours, right at the rivers edge, knees scrape against the grass leaving grass stains there.

I hover above his body looking beyond to the crystalline water of the river to watch our reflection, his face in a lusty and confused smirk.

Behind him now, positioned between his legs as I spread them as far as I can, till his silky timbered limbs are like white spider legs, he’s stretched so wide for me now.

Ducking down between his legs I find his entry, bruised fruit from last nights’ assault but beautiful none the less. I grab my cock and collect the per cum that fights to seep out and lick if off my fingers until it has mingled with a good mouth full of spit. I press my face into his asshole and spit my essence around it, jutting my tongue into his trembling hole, a startled yelp as he holds his breath trying not to make a noise as he dug his hands into the grass ripping out large tufts of earth. The nearest property/living person is nearly 8 miles away. I pause from my task momentarily and say from within his tense thighs.

“Moan for me, scream my name”

And then dutifully return to his hollow and deliver two or so last thoughtful licks that were greeted with a most feral grunt from in front.

Our juices dribbling down my chin, I lick it up and swallow it down. I straighten up and wrap my arms around his waist, grabbing at his cock gently, another bestial moan in the shape of my name, using his juices from the slit of his cock until my hands are wet.

I push a slicked finger into his wet entry and he now screams as I rub at his silky sore insides un stitching some of the healing from last nights’ vicious fuckfest.

“Jay!”

My other hand finds his balls and starts rolling the satiny sac of skin in a clockwise, anti clockwise rhythm.

“Uhhhhh!”

His breath hitches in sharply as a second finger soon finds the first, unbelievably tight even after last night, nature works in mysterious ways. What you need Wild Rose, what your need.

Wanting to relish in some of this strangler vine like flesh vice I pull out my fingers and wrap them around his throbbing sex, trembling thighs slick with a cum and spit cocktail dripping down onto the grass.

I press into the loose entry and feel it squeeze taut again, so fucking tight, an inferno was lit deep between my legs as the days’ sun belting on my back was demoted by the radiation from inside him.

Ah ah ha uh uuuhh!

Skin so hot, sky is blue blood is red. So deep, so hard, fuck! So tight! Skin so hot, sky is blue blood is red…

argnnnn ah ahahhhha oh hoohh

Skin so hot, sky is blue blood is red. Digging in so deep, hands hold hips to neglect his cock, greenish bruise form under my fingers. Skin so hot, sky is blue blood is red….

Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck!

Don’t forget what you have to do, so tight, don’t cum yet, don’t cum!

Yes, oh ah ah ah…Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck!

Where is it? Vision lost, good, hard, hot, burning. Skin so hot, sky is blue blood is red.

Oh, ah ohh. Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck!

Force eyes open, push in harder, faster, looking around. There!

Thrust, so hard, so tight, fuck!

There it is! Where I had left it, move over to whisper in his ear, his scream in fused agony and delight so I bite hard on his earlobe and his breath hitches. Hand reaching out, there you are.

Ah ahahhhha uhnn argnnnn ah ahahhhha ugh

Moaning suppressed now to drawn out heaves, I lye over his back with all my weight, hand and tool held high above us as the granite sun. Here comes the sun…

I whisper into his bleeding ear now, tears and sweat slicked face but his eyes in all their brilliance wide open, gazing into the river reflection like the narcissist flowers do, he watches me in horror now one hand held above us as the granite sun. Here comes the sun…

“All beauty must die”

p I push my whole weight down in a fierce thrust downward, planting my seed deep and painfully spearing him into the earth as he came on the grass, using gravity as my hand slams down onto the delicate temple of his head. Here comes the sun…

Over and over and over again I beat the stone against his head until he is cold and his bruises have bled away and crimson rivers ran down wild from his hair. Red, wild and sweetly erotic scent of blood and perfume blown by the thief breeze through the rosebushes.

I can barley place words to describe how the Wild Rose; now made flesh, snow white and serene, like blood stained snow.

No words now.

Just the sound of the river’s point blank witness to the Wild Rose slain, beautiful is insulting.

No words now.

Holding his body now, careful like the roses, watch for the thorns I carry him now to the bank and lay him down as gently as a mother bathing her child do. The blood and evidence carried away tinting the warm waters a rusting red and orange, life blood of man entwine the blood of life as they are one. His body caressed by the reeds and rosebush roots, holding on and never letting go he has been returned to his watery womb.

The silver rings on his fingers, cut into his skin now dirty with grass and soil so I slowly remove them. His eyes still open with an almost living blue that mirrored the fading sky, fading away, forever. The rose that I had torn from the bushes lay by my side, as listless as the rose in the river. I lift the bleeding bloom above my head and smile, I grabbed his chin gently and open his soft mouth, touching those velvet lips and bend down and kiss them so tenderly, his tongue limp blocking his throat.

The rose replaces my mouth on his as I plant it between his teeth….

“On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard Was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist…”

-Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds/ Kylie Minogue

*E*P*I*L*O*U*G*E*

“Leaving flowers on you grave To show that I still care Black roses and Hail Mary’s Can’t bring back what’s taken from me”

-The Offspring “Gone Away”

Paige Haley’s body was discovered by a volunteer fire fighter whilst fighting a large fire, he has been decomposing for nearly 1 month and the remains were badly burnt in the fire. So much so that any evidence left by his killer Jay had been virtually destroyed.

What was left, was sent to the coroner and was identified by dental records as Paige Haley, white, male, aged 34, had been reported unseen/missing 3-4 days before time of death, cause of death: massive head trauma. His skull had been cracked open by a blunt instrument and marks on his legs and back indicate a struggle or fight of some kind, possible back rape.

Found inside his mouth is what remains of a flower stem, rose.

p No one witnessed anyone enter the private property, the owners’ alibi was that he was overseas in New Zealand and the property had been left with a care taker who only tends the house 6 miles away from the river, where the body was found. As yet they are not suspects in this case.

The scene of the crime was completely destroyed in the forest fire that had burnt away nearly half the area, no evidence left to convict anyone. Remains are to be cremated by request of the Haley family…

***

Jay strolls casually by the charred remains of the rose bushes by the river, new growth had appeared after the rains that healed the burn of the fires’ rampage. He knelt down by some dry rose petals and smiled.

He drove away from the river, his car phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi! Its me Ryan!”

“Oh hi Ryan, listen. I want to take you out today how about that?”

“Sure where?”

“It’s the most special place and I really want you to see!”

“Cool… hey… I can barley hear you… talk to you later?”

“Sure, Goodbye!”

“Bye!”

Hanging up, Jay smiled smugly as he left the freeway and turned to a dust road. Stepping out of the car he looked around at the great rolling hills before him, walking down to a particular valley where a gentle creek strolled through and around the creek grew, fragrant and dainty and free, snow white daises with golden hearts. Ripping out a few hand-full of the little blooms he proceeded to make a daisy chain, simple white and gold that had all the elegance of a Victorian rose garden and the free wind spirit of an exotic Lilly.

Gently throwing the chain into the caressing waters of the creek, he watched it twist and float away.

“Just as you will sweet Daisy, just as you will”

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Sequel series: Cruelty Bought Thee Orchids by ^0^After Midnight^0^