The Screaming Hope
... but it can be like Stockholm Syndrome sometimes: diagnosed as craziness;
He loves me. So he is hugging me.
That means…
He still loves me while he is stroking my cheek, right now.
He still loves me while he wraps his hands around my neck.
He still loves me while he runs his fingers in my hair.
He still loves me while he penetrates his regard in mine.
He still loves my while he proceeds to lay my back on the bed.
He still loves me while he climbs on top of me, cupping my cheeks with both of his hands.
That means…
He really loves me, since he is currently kissing me.
I’ve raped him more than once the last 800 days.
But everytime I failed when I wanted to kiss him.
I just couldn’t. For me, it was gathering in a pure way something disgusting, repulsive and filthy – namely me – with something so immaculate, him.
That’s why I raped him. It was dirty, just like me, and at the same time, I could soil him.
But a kiss. It is so pure and meaningful.
But today is another story.
He is kissing me, and I can feel love and passion communicating through our mouths combined.
And it is way, way better than all I’ve ever dreamt.
His lips are probably the softest on Earth. This is so perfect I can’t imagine something excelling his slimy, delicate lips moving in perfect synchronization with mines.
He then tightens his grip, we become one.
“Frank…” he moans. I moan his name in return. I couldn’t resist.
He puts a cover on us.
We’re topless, staring at each other. I see something in Gerard’s eyes, something called lust.
This time, I will let him dominate.
This thought apparently got through his mind because he is now grinding mercilessly on my hardening member: I let out long series of moans.
He lowers his head, attaches his mouth to a certain place on the skin above the jugular vessels, between my collar bones and my jaw, and begins to suck. Hard. I feel my skin aspirated, bitten, licked, kissed, everything in order to stimulate the blood to form a beautiful mark. The mark of Gerard’s territory.
He begins to suck down on my collar bones and on my shoulders.
I can smell his beautiful, masculine yet delicate scent, accompanied by the sight of his beautiful torso, his toned, virile, sexy torso.
As I’m staring an idea seemingly flowers in Gerard’s head. He reverses our positions so that I’m on top of him. He grabs the back of my head and pushes it so my mouth is on his chest.
- Listen, he says, his voice low and demanding. You’re going to suck on the skin above my heart. You’re gonna suck my name. Just like you engrave my name on your chest, I want you to engrave yours on mine.
I observe his eyes: they are full of conviction, desire, hankering… I don’t want to refuse this to him.
Because, I mean, he still loves me up to now.
F…
Finding out his taste. His lovely, delicious, wonderful taste.
R…
Realizing what I’ve missed for so, so long.
A…
Acquiring every square decimeter, centimeter, millimeter of him.
N…
Noting my passage on the most meaningful, pure, alive part of his body.
K. Knowing I will never, never, let him go.
Not today, during our night.
But not the day before our death either. Not even on the fateful day.
I look at my masterpiece. Raising a hand on his chest, I encircle the letters with my forefinger, just like Gerard did with the letters of my scars. He raises his hand on his chest too, and intertwines our fingers. My hand fits in his beautifully, as if it were tailor-made.
He approaches me. Sits behind me. Puts a hand on my abdomen. Runs his hand on it, going up each time. It dances around my pectorals and then, encircles my neck in a sensual way, his fingers stroking my jaw at the same time.
He connects his mouth to my earlobe, breathing heavily:
- You’re gonna be mine now. Completely, completely mine.
I nod, letting him cover me with his body – we are lying on the bed, I’m on my tummy and his is on my back. I feel him reaching his belt, taking his jeans and his boxers off. He takes the opportunity to remove mines too.
He then proceeds to shove his fingers in my mouth, letting me suck hard on them.
Well, he’s not shoving his fingers in my mouth anymore. I feel them inside me, in order to prepare for what’s coming next. By the way, I can also feel the next visitor poking onto my back; it is now moving towards the door that leads to the deepest part of me.
- Please Gerard… My love, I want us to become one right now…, I pant heavily.
- We will, I promise you, he says.
At the same time I feel like my body is torn in two.
Is that what had suffered Gerard when I was raping him?
I wince at the pain, but soon Gerard is swearing he’ll make me scream with pleasure. After a couple of minutes I feel my inside relaxed, and I beckon Gerard to move.
I could tell you all the most elaborate and well-turned sentences with the most hyperbolical and poignant adjectives: I would be nothing compared to the trance I’m experiencing.
My mouth lets out series of moans that are the proofs of the pleasure Gerard swears he will give me, and the pleasure he is currently giving me.
It took 11 and a half years, but I’ve finally got him paired with my soul.
We then decide to leave the sweet side of sex aside. Come on, you really thought it was this soppy?
My lover is currently fucking my brains out, hitting my sweet spot, my sensitive prostate dead on every time.
- If only you knew how much you drive me crazy with your walls clenched and tightening around my fucking cock Frankie, Gerard says with his voice full of carnal desire and sexual hunger.
He flips me over to be on top of me and puts my calves on his shoulders, thrusting into me mercilessly.
Suddenly he stops.
- You better have a good reason to stop, I say, I was so fucking close!
- Baby… I’m sore, he says tenderly, pecking my forehead.
We flip again, and now I’m sitting on his crotch, straddling his hips. I slowly insert him in me.
- Oh yeah Baby, like this… Fucking ride me…! Gerard screams, grinning.
After I’ve found my prostate, a long session of thrusts and moans begins.
- Gee…raaa-wr-ddd! I shout as I climax, cumming on my abdomen and chest. Gerard helps me to ride out my orgasm stroking my aching dick as I encourage him to keep going.
He comes seconds later, shouting my name.
I’d kill people without hesitation to hear this sound again.
Gerard pulls out of me, falling besides me right after.
I can not move. The bliss is too prominent.
Cleaning everything will wait until tomorrow.
- Gerard, I say before entering in a long blissful sleep. I love you.
I don’t necessarily expect a response from him.
Nevertheless, I hear a “Not me” escaping from his mouth.
Well, he doesn’t love me anymore.
[End of the flashback]
That means…
He still loves me while he is stroking my cheek, right now.
He still loves me while he wraps his hands around my neck.
He still loves me while he runs his fingers in my hair.
He still loves me while he penetrates his regard in mine.
He still loves my while he proceeds to lay my back on the bed.
He still loves me while he climbs on top of me, cupping my cheeks with both of his hands.
That means…
He really loves me, since he is currently kissing me.
I’ve raped him more than once the last 800 days.
But everytime I failed when I wanted to kiss him.
I just couldn’t. For me, it was gathering in a pure way something disgusting, repulsive and filthy – namely me – with something so immaculate, him.
That’s why I raped him. It was dirty, just like me, and at the same time, I could soil him.
But a kiss. It is so pure and meaningful.
But today is another story.
He is kissing me, and I can feel love and passion communicating through our mouths combined.
And it is way, way better than all I’ve ever dreamt.
His lips are probably the softest on Earth. This is so perfect I can’t imagine something excelling his slimy, delicate lips moving in perfect synchronization with mines.
He then tightens his grip, we become one.
“Frank…” he moans. I moan his name in return. I couldn’t resist.
He puts a cover on us.
We’re topless, staring at each other. I see something in Gerard’s eyes, something called lust.
This time, I will let him dominate.
This thought apparently got through his mind because he is now grinding mercilessly on my hardening member: I let out long series of moans.
He lowers his head, attaches his mouth to a certain place on the skin above the jugular vessels, between my collar bones and my jaw, and begins to suck. Hard. I feel my skin aspirated, bitten, licked, kissed, everything in order to stimulate the blood to form a beautiful mark. The mark of Gerard’s territory.
He begins to suck down on my collar bones and on my shoulders.
I can smell his beautiful, masculine yet delicate scent, accompanied by the sight of his beautiful torso, his toned, virile, sexy torso.
As I’m staring an idea seemingly flowers in Gerard’s head. He reverses our positions so that I’m on top of him. He grabs the back of my head and pushes it so my mouth is on his chest.
- Listen, he says, his voice low and demanding. You’re going to suck on the skin above my heart. You’re gonna suck my name. Just like you engrave my name on your chest, I want you to engrave yours on mine.
I observe his eyes: they are full of conviction, desire, hankering… I don’t want to refuse this to him.
Because, I mean, he still loves me up to now.
F…
Finding out his taste. His lovely, delicious, wonderful taste.
R…
Realizing what I’ve missed for so, so long.
A…
Acquiring every square decimeter, centimeter, millimeter of him.
N…
Noting my passage on the most meaningful, pure, alive part of his body.
K. Knowing I will never, never, let him go.
Not today, during our night.
But not the day before our death either. Not even on the fateful day.
I look at my masterpiece. Raising a hand on his chest, I encircle the letters with my forefinger, just like Gerard did with the letters of my scars. He raises his hand on his chest too, and intertwines our fingers. My hand fits in his beautifully, as if it were tailor-made.
He approaches me. Sits behind me. Puts a hand on my abdomen. Runs his hand on it, going up each time. It dances around my pectorals and then, encircles my neck in a sensual way, his fingers stroking my jaw at the same time.
He connects his mouth to my earlobe, breathing heavily:
- You’re gonna be mine now. Completely, completely mine.
I nod, letting him cover me with his body – we are lying on the bed, I’m on my tummy and his is on my back. I feel him reaching his belt, taking his jeans and his boxers off. He takes the opportunity to remove mines too.
He then proceeds to shove his fingers in my mouth, letting me suck hard on them.
Well, he’s not shoving his fingers in my mouth anymore. I feel them inside me, in order to prepare for what’s coming next. By the way, I can also feel the next visitor poking onto my back; it is now moving towards the door that leads to the deepest part of me.
- Please Gerard… My love, I want us to become one right now…, I pant heavily.
- We will, I promise you, he says.
At the same time I feel like my body is torn in two.
Is that what had suffered Gerard when I was raping him?
I wince at the pain, but soon Gerard is swearing he’ll make me scream with pleasure. After a couple of minutes I feel my inside relaxed, and I beckon Gerard to move.
I could tell you all the most elaborate and well-turned sentences with the most hyperbolical and poignant adjectives: I would be nothing compared to the trance I’m experiencing.
My mouth lets out series of moans that are the proofs of the pleasure Gerard swears he will give me, and the pleasure he is currently giving me.
It took 11 and a half years, but I’ve finally got him paired with my soul.
We then decide to leave the sweet side of sex aside. Come on, you really thought it was this soppy?
My lover is currently fucking my brains out, hitting my sweet spot, my sensitive prostate dead on every time.
- If only you knew how much you drive me crazy with your walls clenched and tightening around my fucking cock Frankie, Gerard says with his voice full of carnal desire and sexual hunger.
He flips me over to be on top of me and puts my calves on his shoulders, thrusting into me mercilessly.
Suddenly he stops.
- You better have a good reason to stop, I say, I was so fucking close!
- Baby… I’m sore, he says tenderly, pecking my forehead.
We flip again, and now I’m sitting on his crotch, straddling his hips. I slowly insert him in me.
- Oh yeah Baby, like this… Fucking ride me…! Gerard screams, grinning.
After I’ve found my prostate, a long session of thrusts and moans begins.
- Gee…raaa-wr-ddd! I shout as I climax, cumming on my abdomen and chest. Gerard helps me to ride out my orgasm stroking my aching dick as I encourage him to keep going.
He comes seconds later, shouting my name.
I’d kill people without hesitation to hear this sound again.
Gerard pulls out of me, falling besides me right after.
I can not move. The bliss is too prominent.
Cleaning everything will wait until tomorrow.
- Gerard, I say before entering in a long blissful sleep. I love you.
I don’t necessarily expect a response from him.
Nevertheless, I hear a “Not me” escaping from his mouth.
Well, he doesn’t love me anymore.
[End of the flashback]
Notes
I needed to put smut in this story to strengthen the dramatic side of the previous life of Mr.Way. Will the Stockholm Syndrome destroy him?
Hope you enjoyed it! :)
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