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Embrasse-Moi (Part 2) - Eisuke Ichinomiya x Soryu Oh
For, @kbtbbposts. Hi. It’s been a while. (Lmfao utter lies, it’s been over a month). I’m sorry for the delay <3
‘Embrasse moi’: French for ‘Kiss me’.
Disclaimer: Guy x Guy, Suggestive. Also there’s cussing here so tread carefully who am I kidding all of us love an Eisuke and a Soryu who say fuck and also do it later on. Also, this chapter includes the PoVs of both characters, i.e Eisuke and Soryu (totally not just for the heck of it) First it’s Eisuke, then Soryu and then back to Eisuke. The change of banners will tell you.
Word count: 3022. Lol the least I can do in an attempt to make up for the delay is publish a long ass chapter.
P.S.: I’m always open for feedback. Feel free to hit my asks anytime, about any of my works (you can ask as anonymous if you don’t want me to know who you are lol)
I wake up to the sound of something chiming near my head.
With one of my arms draped lazily over Soryu’s sleeping figure, I reach out for my mobile with the other. As soon as I type in the password and check the mail, I almost immediately regret it. Sighing, I place the phone back on the nightstand and turn around to face Soryu’s back, conveniently ignoring the message, ready to doze off again for a little bit.
The moment my eyes close, my phone starts buzzing. An annoyed huff escapes me before I manage to find the device again and answer the call.
“Good morning, Ichinomiya!” Jason says on the other end of the line, his voice retaining its usual cheeriness even at 7AM in the morning. Does this man not sleep, or what.
“What do you want.”
“Yes, yes, Eisuke. I’m doing well, thank you for asking,” the fucker says, sarcasm practically dripping from his words, “How about yourself?”
“Bye.” I mutter, about to hang up. Don’t get me wrong, but I have neither the time nor the desire to be happy go lucky for someone who ruined my peaceful morning.
“Hold your horses, mister. I called for a reason, actually.”
Then get to it already, damnit.
“I wanted to let you know we’re meeting at my office at ten-thirty today. Works for you?”
“Mm,” I reply, sitting up as I think. I feel Soryu stir beside me and I pause, not wanting to wake him up. But instead of opening his eyes and waking up, he just turns around and wraps an arm around my lap, nestling into it as if I was a body pillow. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”
“Okay, see you then.”
I hang up and run my fingers through my hair, letting myself enjoy the calm for a minute more before I need to get up. The moment I lift myself off the bed, I feel Soryu stir again at the loss of contact, but he manages to grab on to a nearby pillow to make up for it.
I’ll admit, for a moment I am tempted to rip that pillow out of his hands and get back into the bed with him, because Eisuke Ichinomiya doesn’t take kindly to being replaced, but I quickly shake my head to dismiss the thought.
I take a quick shower and put on my shirt, opting for my usual formal attire. Every little movement of mine is made quietly with the desire to not wake him up, because I know he needs the sleep if he doesn’t want to face the full wrath of a terrible hangover.
“Mmm,” he groans, still fully asleep, having no idea of the tough morning that awaits him. Speaking of hangovers, I walk over to the landline in the room and dial up the reception, trying to choose between the ideas of letting his hangover kill him or being a good citizen and saving his sorry ass.
“Morning, I’d like a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water in my room, and make it quick,” I tell the receptionist and hang up, my eyes catching the sight of a small notebook and pen on the nightstand.
I grab the pen and open the notebook, smirking as I write down a few words.
“I’m out to meet Jason for the business you definitely fucked up yesterday. I hope you’re no longer a man-child who yells ‘I am batman’ out of nowhere. On the off chance you are, let me remind you that puking on the bed is something you shouldn’t be doing.”
“P.S. Yes, you did actually yell ‘I am batman’ yesterday.”
I tear the piece of paper and place the note beside him on my side of the bed, already imaging his reaction in my head.
I wake up with the unquenchable desire to throw my head into either a toilet or a paper bag.
The light blaring into the room through the windows feels nothing less than needles pricking into my eyes. As soon as my eyes adjust to the light, I get off the bed and make my way towards the bathroom, although barely in time. My hands grab on to the sides of the toilet seat as if it were a life support and my stomach somersaults as I vomit its contents out.
It, no doubt, is one of the worst hangovers of my life. This is also the first time the hangover is so bad that I feel the need to puke, that it doesn’t just stop at a headache. I can hold my liquor well, and have never had to face a lot of them, but this one is so violent that the back of my throat stings.
What in the hecks did I drink last night? How bad was it?
The memories of last night start to flood in, although they are fragmented beyond repair. The last thing I remember as clear as day is the time Eisuke and I met Jason at the bar. I vaguely recall us having a discussion over a few drinks and Eisuke walking out to take a call.
“That bastard,” I hiss, remembering the part where Jason showed me a new drink, the name of which I don’t remember, and asked me to try it. That’s where my brain starts getting fuzzy again.
A broken, foggy memory of the man laughing at my intoxicated ass passes through the front of my mind.
“Fuck.”
I got drunk.
Scratch that, I got wasted.
I got wasted at a meeting where I was supposed to remain in control of myself.
Damn it, Soryu. Could it get any worse?
That’s when I realise, yes, it could. And yes, it definitely did.
Wait a second. What happened after that? How did I make it back to the fucking room? Don’t tell me, did Eisuke bring me back?
I slowly lift myself up and walk back to the door of the bathroom. I try to remember what happened after I got completely inebriated but nothing comes to mind. My eyes sweep the room for a sign of anything that would help me at least piece the broken fragments of last night in some sort of a cohesive sequence. I don’t find any sign of Eisuke, but instead, my eyes stop at a note lying on his side of the bed.
Before I can so much as take a step in its direction, though, I feel the world go for a toss and my body once again turns back to the support of the toilet… only to throw up again. I hold the commode tightly as my body heaves, tired after spilling the contents of last night twice now. I take a moment to calm down and then get up and make my way towards the note I remember seeing.
Out of all the things to do, why the fuck did I do that?
Sweet mother of holy crap.
If Eisuke is to be believed, which he mostly is, the only way to describe my behaviour last night would be complete madness. My fingers clench around the paper in embarrassment, clutching it hard while my feet carry me back to the bathroom to clean myself up. Just when I think I have regained control over my exhausted self, I feel my stomach do a practice run-through of a gymnastics session as my body lurches forward, spilling its remaining contents into the toilet.
“Ah, shit,” I mutter, resting my head on the back of my palm, my eyes stinging with the pain of throwing up thrice this time, “I’m never drinking anything Jason gives me, ever again.”
“That sounds like a wise decision,” Ichinomiya butts in. Funny, because he doesn’t have a butt, really. Although cracking jokes right now isn’t really my best option.
My body agrees, because his voice coming out of nowhere makes my shoulders jump in an almost comedic way and I whip my head to look back at him like a literal deer caught in headlights. He’s keeping his jacket on the bed and chuckling at my reaction as we speak.
“I see you didn’t puke on the bed,” He smirks, undoing the top button of his shirt. “Very considerate of you.”
“Shut up, Ichinomiya,” I say, turning around and sitting down so that my back is against the toilet seat.
I hear his footsteps as I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I roll my head back, regretting everything that has led me to this situation. Before long, a dull pain starts pulsating through my head and that’s all it takes for me to know I’m in for a crappy headache for breakfast. Just as I am about to let out an annoyed groan, I hear Eisuke’s footsteps cease a short distance away. “Here, have this.”
I open my eyes slowly and blink a couple of times before looking up at him. He is leaning against the door leading to the bathroom, holding a glass of water in one hand and a bottle of ibuprofen in the other.
I reach out to grab the bottle and take a pill out, muttering a low thanks, and take the glass of water from him. It doesn’t take me long to swallow the pill gratefully, and I notice Eisuke take a few steps forward and sit down beside me on the floor. My fingers freeze in the middle of tightening the bottle cap as I stare at him, then at the spot he is sitting on, then back at him.
Is this Ichinomiya? Or am I in some fucked up fantasy land?
I blink for a second or two before looking at him again.
There is no way in hell this pain in the ass without an ass is sitting on the floor right now.
“What.” He asks when he sees me staring at him for a whole minute… or at least a whole minute.
“Are you okay?”
He turns his head to look at me, raising a brow.
“Why is Your Royal Highness sitting on the floor of a bathroom?” I ask, overlooking the throbbing in my head for a moment to smirk at him. Of course, it’s just for a moment because the moment that moment gets over, my headache comes back to me with full force.
Needless to say, he ignores the jab. Instead, he bends his body a little closer to my own and looks up at me, and I almost lose my shit again at the actual look of concern he gives me. “Feeling better?” he asks, his face close enough that I can smell his cologne.
Which is worth noticing, because he doesn’t wear strong scents. “I… yeah, I’m fine,” I say, focusing on the way a few strands of his hair fall over his eyes. I’m not sure why I have a faint feeling that he is about to kiss me.
The moment that thought enters my mind, a few more fragments from yesterday come back to me. I vaguely remember bits and pieces of the scene where Eisuke helped me out of my business clothes and put on the casual ones. I recall a small bit where I brought my face closer to his and before I can walk through it any further, the memory cuts out, leaving a throbbing pain in its wake.
Wait… does that mean we kissed last night?
“Okay, enough small talk,” he says, stopping me from thinking any further, “We have a long day ahead of us and you might want to freshen up if you want to play a productive role in it.”
“Give me a break, my head feels like someone has opened a club in here.”
“You’ve got 20 minutes.”
... Motherfucker.
Soryu places the platinum key card in front of the card reader and the door to our room slides open to allow the both of us to enter. It is now eight-thirty in the evening, and the both of us are a little tired because wow, it was a long day.
Since I already finished the business part of our trip this morning with Jason, Soryu and I were free to do whatever we wanted for the rest of the day. I took him out for brunch to a private little restaurant just a little way away from the main city and gave him a run-down of the crux of what happened in the meeting this morning. After brunch, we went for a little sightseeing around town and on Soryu’s suggestion, checked out some of the local spots he knew about - much to my dismay, of course.
Why? Well, the crowds here are no joke, and we couldn’t take the limo so we had to walk around the city. Yes, we had to walk around the streets. In a city full of people. People left and right. People front and back. People here, people there. Basically every fucking where. No wonder I was drained out.
“Let’s pack our bags before calling it a night, yeah?” Soryu says, pulling me out of my reverie. I look around the room and find it to be just as clean and fresh as it was the night we checked in.
“Mm,” I hum, walking into the room and towards my suitcase. Placing it on the bed, I walk over and open the door to my side of the closet and take a handful of clothes. I start packing my bags and I see Soryu following suit.
He starts gathering his clothes and after he is done packing the ones in the closet, he reaches out to the ones we wore yesterday. They are placed on one side of the bed, clean and folded, thanks to the room service. As soon as his fingers come in contact with the blue shirt I made him wear to bed last night, I notice him pause mid-way.
“What is it?” I ask when he doesn’t move for a few moments. He doesn’t answer me immediately, looking almost as if he was in the middle of thinking something deep. “Earth to Soryu,” I call out again, and he finally gives a non-committal hum. “What is it?” I ask one more time, even though I hate repeating myself.
“Uh, some pieces of last night are coming back to me,” he says, closing his eyes as one of his hands starts massaging his temple.
That should be a good thing, right? What’s got him so serious?
I stop thinking when I see his eyes open in my periphery, and he slowly lifts his head up to look at me. “Did we kiss? I-I mean, did I kiss you last night?” He blurts out, and I look at him only to see his face looking in my direction without its usual emotionlessness.
Wait, is that even a word?
“I don’t-” he cuts in, stopping my thoughts midway, “Th- I don’t think that’s possib-”
“Yes.” I interrupt, not wanting him to dismiss it just like that. “Yes, we kissed last night.” He freezes completely. He just looks at me in what seems like complete shock, and doesn’t speak for a few moments before he finally comes to his senses.
“Fuck, I’m sorr-”
“There’s nothing to apologise for,” I say, taking a step towards him. “So, don’t.”
“No, Eisuke,” He says, taking a small step back, “You don’t get it. I was completely out of my mind and I shouldn’t have-”
“You don’t regret it, do you?” I ask, taking another step towards him to cut him off.
He takes another step back and pauses, contemplating. He looks like someone just asked him to give up on omelettes, which would be comical enough to make me chuckle any other day except right now, I am not in the mood for jokes.
“The kiss,” I repeat, taking another step in his direction.
Goddamnit, how many more times will I have to repeat myself in this one god forsaken day?
“Do you regret it, Soryu?” I ask, my voice low, and he tries to take another step back - only to bump into the wall behind him.
“Should I?” He suddenly says, looking up, his eyes staring into my own. I take the one last step towards him that brings us just mere inches away from each other.
“I don’t know about you,” I whisper, and I see his breath quicken, “But I don’t.”
“You don’t?” He repeats, his voice cracking. A light blush creeps into his cheeks as I take one small step forward, now almost pressing our bodies to each other’s.
I bring a finger up to his face and graze his jawline with it, slowly trailing it down his chin and along his neck. His eyes involuntarily close at the contact and he takes a sharp breath. “No, Soryu,” I whisper, my other hand finding its way to his side, lightly scratching over the cloth, “I don’t.”
I hear his breathing pick up some more pace as he dips his head, his forehead barely touching my shoulder. I bring my face closer to his ear and I feel him catch his breath, his body ceasing all movement.
“There seems to be a lot of confusion between us,” I whisper, and I watch as his body shudders slightly the moment those words leave my mouth, “How about we do something to ensure there is no more confusion?”
“A-and what is that?” He chokes out, nearly melting when my tongue slides down his ear.
Fuck, Soryu.
He lets out a pleased hum at the touch, and I barely manage to keep it all together.
Oh god, this is going to be the death of me.
His hands come to rest on my chest, his fingers folding against my shirt.
“Soryu Oh,” I whisper, my fingers reaching out to hold him by the back of his neck while my teeth nibbled on his earlobe, “Let me fucking kiss you.”
He gasps, his fingers coiling around the fabric of my shirt. After a pause, he answers me in breath so shallow I almost don’t catch it.
An answer that makes me lose my fucking mind.
“Okay.”
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A More In-Depth Look...
PART 1: THE BASICS
What is your full name? Jessie Daniels Taylor.
Where and when were you born? In St. Agnes, Cornwall; UK. The 21st of June, 1994.
What is your occupation? I’m an actor. Done everythin’ from a television series, to stage and film.
Are you right- or left-handed? Right handed.
What does your voice sound like? I don’t know, you tell me.
What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? Fucker and uh, cunt. And me personal favorite catch phrase, “You can fuckin’ fuck the fuck off!”
PART 2: GROWING UP
How would you describe your childhood in general? It was fuckin’ shit, is what it was. It wasn’t exactly… typical, in anyway. I never really had much of a ‘healthy’ childhood, ‘cause of me mum bein’ who she was. It’s not really somethin’ I like talkin’ much about.
What is your earliest memory? Seein’ me mum havin’ these massive drug parties in our flat and just seein’ all kinds of naked bodies, here and there. I remember, havin’ me first spliff and some kind of liquor then as well, at about 4 years old.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? I don’t know. I don’t think I ever really gave it much thought. I guess, happy. I just wanted to be happy. Didn’t really mat’er what it was I grew up to be.
As a child, what were your favorite activities? Breakin’ bottles and whatever else I could find. ‘Cause there wasn’t exactly much in the way of children’s toys round me mum’s flat.
When and with whom was your first kiss? Anna May. Back in primary, she was the first girl who took me by the hand and said: “I’m makin’ you mine before Gemma does.” Then she laid one on me. I were about five and half then.
Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? Nope. Can’t really remember that far back.
PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES
What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? I suppose, the day me manager found me back in London, as a homeless kid livin’ in the back of a broken down car. ‘Cause a mate of mine and I were scammin’ some bloke and I guess, he thought I were special or somethin’. Him believin’ in me, was somethin’ new. I ain’t ever had that before, so… it made me feel like maybe I could become someone. Ya know?
Do you have a criminal record of any kind? Yeah, I’ve got myself a list. A pretty massive one at that. But who the fuck really cares, yeah?
What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? I guess, the moment I was told in primary school that prostitution weren’t exactly the kind of profession I should talk about on “bring your parent’s to school day.” Also, me mum, never showed to those.
If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? I’d change me mum bein’ what she was. A prostitute. ‘Cause, I feel like… me life, would’ve been different if she weren’t that. I wouldn’t have had them bad things happen to me, that happened. I wouldn’t have been in hospital for months. I wouldn’t have been in foster care, bein’ moved round like a piece of fuckin’ used up furniture put out on the fuckin’ street for someone else. I’d of probably known who me dad was early on and not found out about him later on in life. I wouldn’t be as massively fucked in the head as I am now.
What is your best memory? When I won the award for: Best Rising Star in a Drama Series; for, God Save the Queen!. ‘Cause it sort of cemented the idea that I was actually really fuckin’ good at what I did. ‘Cause them other people who’d been doin’ it long before I was, were sayin’ all sorts of things, like: “You’ll be doin’ great things one day,” or “You’re so young and already, you’ve managed to bring a presence on-screen that most people strive to, but never can.”
What is your worst memory? Mate, I’ve got too many to fuckin’ mention.
PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS
What are your religious views? I’d like to think there’s some god up there, ya know? That shit doesn’t just happen. But I don’t know. I’ve uh, had more bad luck in me life than good. Now, is that ‘cause of god? I don’t fuckin’ know the answer to that. But if it is, the fuckin’ bloke’s got a fucked up sense of humor, if ya ask me.
What are your political views? I’m not much for politics, me. Don’t fuck up me fuckin’ rights or me freedom and I’m alright. I feel like, these days, politics are all everyone’s ever talkin’ ‘bout anymore.
What are your views on sex? It’s fuckin’ great. Innit?
In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? Rape. I feel is a big one. Not lettin’ someone have a say, to what’s bein’ done to ‘em. ‘Cause that shit, ya never really come back from.
Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? Not really. I think, ya meet people, ya fuck around and sometimes, if you’re lucky… they wanna keep it goin’. No one ever knows if you’re gonna be together forever, mate. We’re not all of us psychic or whatever.
Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? Me mates. Hands down. No fuckin’ question.
PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS
Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. I don’t know. I don’t think I’d know for certain, if I was or not. As fucked and sad, as that is to say, it’s the god’s honest fuckin’ truth.
What do you look for in a potential lover? I don’t really think ‘bout all the particulars of that. If they’re pretty and they’re down to fuck, then that’s all I really care about. Whatever happens after that, happens. It’s out of me fuckin’ hands at that point.
Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? Not really. ‘Cause ain’t no one ever really protected me in the past. ‘Cause at the end of fuckin’ day, you’re all you’ve fuckin’ got.
If you died or went missing, who would miss you? Me fans, maybe a few mates, some exes. I don’t fuckin’ know. Don’t really think me mum would notice.
Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? Yeah, man. ‘Cause rest assured, someone would be packin’ somethin’ to take the edge off. Plus, if ya come across the right crowd, you might stay partyin’ long after the sun goes down and way past it comin’ back up again.
Do you care what others think of you? Nah, I couldn’t be fuckin’ bothered with that. Ya either love me or ya fuckin’ hate me. There ain’t no in-between. I’ve got me own shit to keep me fuckin’ busy, I’m not tackin’ on the rest of the fuckin’ world, man.
PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES
What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)? Any kind of music that gets ya off your arse. Basically anythin’ else that makes ya think about shit, like… really think.
Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? Sometimes I do. Sometimes, I go overboard with ‘em. Trial and fuckin’ error, my friend. I don’t know, to be honest.
What, if anything, shocks or offends you? I don’t think anythin’ shocks me anymore. But people. People offend me all the time. ‘Cause everyone’s always takin’ the piss when they think they’ve got some fuckin’ leg to stand on. So, what else is there to do, then knock ‘em back down to fuckin’ size, yeah?
What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself? I’d probably go round to some pub and meet someone, then shag ‘em either in one of them stalls there or um, go back round to theirs. Nothin’ like a good fuck to tire you right the fuck out. Or just take some pills and drink ‘em down with a bit of vodka. It does the trick as well.
How do you deal with stress? Honestly? Shaggin’. Fuckin’. Fightin’. Then if all that fuckin’ fails, pop a pill or roll a spliff and I’m back to bein’ King fuckin’ Kong.
Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? I can’t fuckin’ stand plans. Ya could die at anytime. So, why waste that kind of fuckin’ time?
PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER
Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at. I’m good a shaggin’, actin’ and fuckin’ fightin’. I’ve got a bit of a bad temper, I suppose. I’m bad at bein’ a proper boyfriend or whatever. I’m also, really bad at trustin’ people.
Do you like yourself? Yeah, sometimes. Other times I really fuckin’ hate myself.
If you could choose, how would you want to die? Doin’ somethin’ outrageous, probably.
If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left. I’d visit me mum. Punch me fuckin’ dad in the face, just ‘cause I felt like it. Then I’d find a home for me pups and probably read one of the books I’ve got on me shelf catchin’ dust. Not sure which one. I don’t think it’d mat’er much though, which book it was.
What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? The body of work I did in films, television and stage. ‘Cause regardless of where I am in life, I put everythin’ into them pieces of work. That’s what I’d want people to take away. Not whatever the fuck the tabs wanna print up ‘bout what I’m doin’ or why I got arrested or whatever. ‘Cause yeah, I might be a massive fuck up, but that’s not all I am.
What three words would others probably use to describe you? Insane. Charmin’. Raw.
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8. Eric - Clash of the titans
I know it´s been a long time, sorry :( But it´s extremely hard to switch between stories & it throws me off the loop every time :D But I hope the little smut made up for it!
I would like to know why the hell this Eric gif appears under ´ innocent ´ We all know he is anything but... :D
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„Where have you been, dude?! I´ve searched for over an hour!“ Sighing, Eric sat down beside his outraged and pretty annoyed best friend, ordering himself a beer with a hand sign to the barkeeper. He desperately needed one to get his thoughts off the little stiff and everything that was even remotely about her.
The young leader had worked the whole day, doing paperwork before meeting Amy in the infirmary for her first ultrasound. It had been delayed to her tenth week because she was still too selfless to demand to get the nearest appointment which was okay with Eric that she let a few other´s choose before she did.
But choosing as the last one and having to wait for weeks was something he couldn't understand.
Eric wasn’t a patient man so he had been aggravated from the very beginning.
And when she started with her perfect little plan, that she had figured out under so much duress and explained how she would be able to tell her brother what they two of them had done, Eric had to suppress the exasperation he felt. He didn’t want to scold her but she didn’t have one clue as what to do.
Even though he now had to admit it was a little amusing that she was so clueless, it had annoyed him.
A smirk threatened to curl his lips up while he thought about her shocked expression but when Wayne mustered him with a strange look Eric carefully composed his face, showing the leader mask, his best friend knew too well.
“I´ve been busy.” His reply was curt, not wanting to give Wayne the chance to sense that something was wrong. Seeing his child had rattled Eric to the core, for once showing his weak side as his erudite-like mind tried to figure out how to keep both, Amy and the little one save.
After all, he was a leader, always a target not just to factionless rebels but also to inner faction threats that wanted to bring him down, just because they didn't agree with his methods.
And now Amy would walk around with a huge target on her back, just like his unborn child calling for those fuckers to hurt them. How easy would it be to wound or to abduct them?
The perfect leverage, to make the young leader do everything they wanted. To make him their puppet that would strangle itself with the strings in the end.
Eric knew he had to let Max know they needed 24/7 surveillance and their best soldiers in standby since her dickhead of brother wouldn’t think of it, wouldn’t think of protecting his own sister.
He needed to know where she was at all times.
His little stiff.
"Yeah, clearly," Wayne responded dryly, eying him up as if searching for clues. “And why did your secretary tell me you had an appointment with a gynecologist? I seriously hope you´re not hiding from me that you´re secretly a woman. That would be gross.”
"Fuck you, Wayne." Eric gritted his teeth, annoyed that the damn nosy bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut and his best friend didn’t know when to draw the line. He fiddled with the cap of the bottle avoiding his gaze, harshly scolding him. “It´s none of your business.”
“Come on!” Whining, Wayne slumped down on the table, scowling like a toddler. “I´m your best friend! I even followed you out of erudite so cut the crap and tell me what the hell is going on. You haven’t been yourself lately and I´m taking the chance of sounding like a sappy tree hugger but I´m worried.”
Eric contemplated for a moment, deciding it would be best to tell his best friend of his predicament now before he found out otherwise but someone interrupted him, yelling his name.
“Eric!”
Before he could even turn around to face the person that called him a hand came out of nowhere, slapping the bottle from his hand. It flew against the wall, shattering into thousand pieces.
Whipping his head around, to rip the person who had dared to disrespect him in such a way Eric wasn’t prepared for the fist that met his jaw with so much force, it sent him to the floor.
Not hesitating for a second, Eric lessened the impact with a backwards roll standing back up immediately, hands in a defensive position ready to kill whoever attacked him.
Raising his gaze, the young leader came face to face with an outrageous Four, all muscles tensed like a snake about to strike.
Eric knew instantly what had happened.
The little stiff must have come out sooner than he anticipated. He appreciated that she came out clean but a little heads up would have been great. At least then number boy wouldn’t have been able to catch him off guard for everyone to see.
"What the hell, man?" Wayne shouted, looking ready to intervene, but Eric subtly shook his head stopping him. This was his fight. "Four, what are you doing?"
But Four ignored him completely, as he and Eric sized each other up, the rest of the members and all the noise around them fading into distance.
Number boy tensed up, eyes blazing and as he opened his mouth the leader knew exactly what pitiful accusations he would throw at him.
"How dare you lay hand on my sister?!"
The gasps and whispers that arose, leaving no doubt that the whole compound would hear of this before the day would be over, were oblivious to them both, eyes glued to only each other.
"Lay hand on her?” Eric mocked, lips curling into a cruel smirk. ”I just gave her what she asked for, as long and as hard as she asked for. I didn't force her to anything. Let's rather say she was more than compliant."
Images of pale thighs wrapped around his head flashed by in front of his eyes and he almost missed the second punch that was thrown at him. By reflex he narrowly avoided what would have been the biggest humiliation of his life and when Four´s hand flew by his face, he grabbed his wrist pulling him closer.
Planting two quick hits on his abdomen Eric pushed him away again, eyes narrowed as he flexed his aching jaw. But Four wasn’t that easy to relent and he knew that.
When he came again at the young leader, Eric tried to land another punch, this time aimed at Four´s head but he merely blocked it. Unfazed by the power it held he rammed his shoulder into the young leader’s guts, knocking the wind out of him.
From somewhere beside him he thought to hear his little stiff but his mind was too occupied to check if she really was there. She could watch him beating Four´s ass into next week, though.
Eric hit the ground, for a moment to wind up to move as Four straddled him, knees caging his arms to his body, rendering him unable to do anything against Four´s fists that started flying into Eric´s unprotected face, his head slamming back against the concrete.
He retaliated not even a second later, sending his knee into number boy´s back, using his pain induced stiffness to roll them over. Not bothering to brush away the blood that dripped from a cut above his eyebrow into his eyes, Eric started showering him with punches fueled by rage but Four did his best to block them, forearms protecting his face.
The young leader only got one good punch in, his opponents nose starting to gush blood immediately before Four placed his elbow in Eric´s guts. Pushing him off, he scrambled away to gather his wits and catch his breath.
Eric did the same. Pushing himself up he wiped from under his eye, only managing to smear the blood all over his face. But he couldn’t ponder long about the fact that it most likely will leave a scar since number boy whose nose looked suspiciously crooked decided he didn't have enough yet.
Ducking away from under his next punch, Eric´s fist just only brushed Four´s ribs still with enough force to cause a bruise later but not leaving a lasting damage like he had hoped.
They circled each other, striking over and over again as both tried to inflict as much pain as they possibly could, their blows too powerful as that anyone would have dared to intervene and risk being knocked out cold.
Or worse.
Their fight, so close in skill, speed and force went on for several painful minutes, leaving Eric´s whole body aching. It was the first real fight the both of them had since initiation. Back then the young leader had taunted and mocked him to such an extent that Four showed his real face.
Wasn´t a pretty one.
He had to spend almost a week in the infirmary and Eric wasn’t one to whine, but that had hurt.
The young leader was pleased that he had no doubt improved his technique, his nemesis not being able to knock him out easily. Still, he knew it was a far shot to say he´d be winning anytime soon even though he would never admit it. He would rather die than losing to Four while the whole faction was watching.
It would mean he had failed as a leader and should take the next trip to the chasm.
Both of them were to focused on beating each other, anticipating every possible move that they didn’t even hear their superior´s entrance, even less the words he spoke or the way everyone instantly quieted down. They only snapped out of it, when suddenly there were people detaining them, Wayne and Peter dragging a beaten Eric away while talking intently, Uriah, Will and Zeke doing the same with Four.
But Eric didn’t listen to his best friend as he watched the little redhead stumble towards her brother, face tear-stained and hands wringing furiously.
With narrowed eyes, he observed how her asshole of brother that had been glaring at him the whole time now channeled his anger towards her, looking disgusted that she even thought about touching him now that she had been defiled with Eric´s touch.
Placing his hand on Wayne´s chest without looking away from Amy, Eric slowly pushed him away and Wayne reluctantly let go, knowing there was nothing that would keep him here.
With slow steady steps the young leader walked forwards, his eyes trailed on the woman carrying his child, that was desperately begging her brother to understand.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he insulted her in the worst way possible.
Eric only heard `Father was right´ and `whore´, enough to make the anger boil again hot in his chest as he registered what the bastard just said to his sister. Clenching his fists, Eric was so close to strangling him but before he could execute his very accurate plan of murder Amy stumbled back as if taking a blow, almost falling to the ground.
Eric caught her shaking form keeping her upright, the little stiff almost limp in his arms as she sobbed heartbreakingly into his chest.
Scooping her up, the young leader threw Four his most livid glare promising him a slow and excruciating death.
"I suggest you´ll leave right this instant if you don't want me to kill you in the most painful way possible. Since you are apparently ´no brother of hers´ there is nothing that will hold me back.” Looking down at the woman in his arms, he tightened his grip as he once again heard the strangled sobs leaving her throat. ”So get the fuck out of my sight!"
His annoying friends started to pull him out of the pit, while his more than infuriating girlfriend had her hands placed on his chest to keep him in line. All of them were shitting their pants, wanting to get away from the glares Eric was throwing them. They did their best to get Four away from the young leader before he could draw his weapon shoot him.
Certainly a most satisfying solution.
It wasn’t as if anyone could say something against it. After all, Eric was the leader.
He was the embodiment of the system.
Realizing that practically half of the faction was staring at him, his best friend included Eric threw all of them dirty looks, meeting Wayne´s raised eyebrow with a meaningful look that basically told him everything he needed to know before striding out of the pit with quick steps.
Amy had her head buried in his chest not once looking up as the young leader carried her through the hallways. He assumed her state was mostly caused by her brother´s words that hurt her in the most painful way, deliberately targeting her insecurities to use them against her.
Nothing that Eric wouldn’t do, but he would never talk to his sister that he claimed to love in such a fashion.
Real dick move.
Noticing that Amy grew quieter, only hiccupping occasionally Eric pressed his lips to her forehead, inhaling deeply.
Her sweet scent as always soothing his mind that lay in turmoil.
With his hand that was slung around her torso, Eric drew circles on the exposed skin of her stomach, where her t-shirt had ridden up a little.
Feeling the strange need to comfort her, Eric heard himself mutter words he never thought would ever leave his mouth.
"We are your family now"
After changing a sleeping Amy out of her uncomfortable looking clothes into one of his too tight shirts, Eric laid her down on his bed tugging her in before quietly leaving the room.
Not wanting to wake her up, being aware she cried herself to sleep Eric used the second bathroom in his flat.
In front of the mirror, he cleaned the cut on his forehead, before injecting himself with a dose of healing serum he had stashed in his medicine cabinet for exact these situations.
He hated going to the infirmary so it made sense to him to have a little stash at his disposal whenever he needed it.
Stripping out of his clothes, Eric stepped into the shower the almost scolding water soothing the ache of his tense muscles and forming bruises. He seriously hoped that the serum would cause the very purple bruise on his jaw to disappear until tomorrow morning. He didn’t need a visible reminder that fueled his desire to skin Four alive more than he already wanted to.
Finished in the bathroom, Eric dressed in the only casual clothes he owned: sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt.
Back in the kitchen, he grabbed himself another beer since he never came around to finish his first one. Taking a seat on a stool in front of the island, occasionally sipping his beer Eric got lost in his thoughts.
What his little stiff would do now that she had experienced the wrath of her brother, how he would handle his insubordination in initiation, Eric was sure to come or how the hell he should take care of a child.
The only positive thing about the situation was that Amy used to be a stiff so Eric was sure she´d be more than capable of handling the child herself when he was away doing leadership business.
Maybe the only advantage of associating with stiffs in the first place.
Still, Eric couldn’t deny that he was worried about her, not just his child. He knew that she could take more than it seemed but her mind was still fragile, cracked by countless years of abuse and Eric vowed that if any of the stress caused by her brother harmed the baby, he would kill him with bare hands.
Distracted by his thoughts, Eric neither noticed the time passing by nor the young woman who shyly came tapping out of his bedroom. Startled by a noise he lifted his head from where he had buried it in his hands, gaze trailing over the redhead that stood there, nervously wringing with the hemline of his shirt.
Amy looked tired, her eyes red from crying as she avoided his questioning gaze. She answered his question if everything was alright that she just was thirsty and had a headache, no doubt from crying herself to sleep.
Flicking his eyes over her bare legs, Eric got up to pour her a glass of orange juice, something he knew she drank with every meal no matter what she was eating. Placing it on the counter, he came to a halt behind her fingers placed on her temples.
Eric knew it was an effective way to get rid of a headache since he had no idea what kind of headache pill he could give her without harming the baby.
Sighing in content at the relief he brought her Amy rested her head against his pecs, closing her eyes for a moment. Eric watched her head tilted, he was glad to get her to relax a little after this shitty day.
After a minute he slowly stepped back, leaving Amy to down the whole glass in a few gulps. Looking up at him, she asked how he knew what she liked to drink. The question made Eric more than just mildly uncomfortable since he didn’t want her to know he´d basically been watching her since the day she appeared on the roof looking like an angel from heaven send down to earth for his personal punishment.
So he deflected.
But seeing her face fall with disappointment, Eric had to roll his eyes at his own behavior as he, after all, confessed that she indeed had captured his attention long ago. And the worst thing was that he couldn't stop.
Soon he had told her that he memorized all her six fears, what they were and how impressed he had been by her performance.
And even though he had vowed to himself to never let anyone have that kind of leverage over him, the moment Eric saw her eyes lighting up with happiness he knew exposing his softer side had been worth it.
Still, he had enough serious conversations for one night and he started teasing her with his words as well as his not so subtle touches.
To make her laugh he brought up her most embarrassing fear, making her quickly cover his mouth with her hands which were preventing him from reaching his goal. To kiss every single inch of her skin.
Capturing her wrists in one of his big hands, Eric pinned her against the wall continuing to trail his moist lips over the sensitive skin of her neck while Amy seemingly endless ranted on about how Clowns were creepy only making Eric chuckle.
He didn’t really know what to say to her. Here he was, doing his best to seduce her, while his little stiff seemed hell-bent to explain some psychological shit to him. As if he hadn't heard enough of that from his father every time he saw him, which luckily hadn’t been much.
Eric knew he needed to up his game.
Pretending to pay attention to her little rant, Eric´s hand stealthily trailed beneath her shirt, caressing the bare skin of her hip. Snickering to himself when he heard her breath hitch Eric decided to play innocent as he looked up, his lips ghosting over hers.
Right in that moment, he remembered the cruel words he spoke about her and something he had seldom felt before sharply twisted his guts.
Regret.
And so he did something he never did.
He apologized.
But his little one seemed not too bothered about it because before he knew what happened, her mouth was pressed against his in a searing kiss, her tongue sneaking through his lips clashing with his.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me."
Startled by her demand Eric froze for a second before a sly smirk curled up his lips. Grabbing the hem of the shirt, he pulled it over her head, diving right back into their kiss.
“My pleasure.”
With that he picked her up, hands gripping her bare thighs as he carried a squealing Amy into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them before ridding himself of his clothes in one motion.
Instead of throwing her onto the bed like he had done the first time he had her in here, Eric sat down so that his little stiff straddled him, hands trailing over her side making her squirm. But it was effective. Now her bare chest was pressed against his, as their tongues intertwined battling for dominance, her hips rocking against his bulge.
Amy was the first to pull back, biting her lip she seemed to contemplate something. Letting herself sliding from his lap she slapped Eric´s hands away that grabbed for her, making him furrow his brow.
“What are you doing?”
But she only shushed him, now kneeling in front of him looking up with big eyes as her hand tentatively came to a stop at his boxers, fingers just dipping inside caressing the happy trail that lead down south.
Getting an idea where this was going, Eric incredulously raised his hips letting the little vixen proceed in pulling down his underwear not believing his luck or that this was really happening.
Facing his manhood at eye level Amy bit her lip, scrutinizing it closely from every angle possible before she hesitantly touched it with one finger, trailing it up and down.
Eric groaned at the slight friction, grabbing her hand in his bigger one to wrap it around his member fully, showing her exactly how to stroke. But Amy pulled her hand back, tsking at him, forbidding him to touch.
Exhaling deeply, Eric let himself fall down on his bed thighs spread widely, hands crossed behind his head just enjoying her hesitant touches that grew more confident with each second.
Amy had established a satisfying pace, both hands wrapped around his shaft when suddenly something hot and wet touched the head of his member, making his head snap up in surprise.
Looking down Eric was faced with the most erotic sight he had ever had the pleasure to witness.
There she sat, his little redhead, hair framing her angelic face eyes innocently watching him while her pouty lips were wrapped around the top of his member.
When she moved her tongue he instinctively clenched his hips to prevent himself from cumming right there and then. Grunting he flogged down again, one hand tangling in Amy´s hair while he fisted the blanket above his head with his other.
She slowly started to bob her head, careful to not touch his sensitive skin with her teeth, taking him deeper each time she swirled her tongue around until Eric knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With the hand in her hair, he pulled her back, almost laughing when she started pouting at him.
“Don´t worry princess. You´ll soon get what you want.”
With that he pulled her up by her hips, ripping her underwear off when she came to stand in front of him. Amy gasped in response to Eric´s hands on her butt, roughly massaging her cheeks while he pulled her closer forcing her to straddle him again.
Hovering directly over him, Eric smirked now that he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Gripping himself with one hand, he positioned his length directly under her entrance hissing in pleasure when he felt her velvety hotness engulf him. Amy slowly sank down but stopped after a few inches, breathing ragged she tried to get her bearings.
But Eric wasn’t known for his patience.
Gripping the hair at her nape, he pulled her head back with enough force to make her obey him, but still careful not to hurt her, exposing her neck that would soon be full of love marks while simultaneously pushing her hips down, forcing her to take all of him at once.
Amy shrieked at the sudden fullness, back arching, not knowing if she wanted to escape being impaled or to get more of the delicious friction. But when Eric who was gently biting along her neck leaving his marks of ownership on her flawless skin, slowly lifted her up again just to pull her back down she slowly started gyrating her hips in response.
Fueled by her gentle movement Eric quickened his pace, lifting her up before pulling her back down over and over again.
Establishing a rhythm, Amy rocked her hips meeting him thrust for thrust moaning loudly every time he hit an especially sensitive spot deep inside her, she kissed him passionately. Eric was still gripping her hair, soon forcing her to arch her back making her even tighter for him than she already was.
Moving against each other, in sync with each other, it didn't take long for Amy to arrive at the brink of something big, Eric right behind her as he rocked them into bliss, bodies rubbing against each other.
With one last upwards thrust Amy shattered, a high pitched moan leaving her open mouth as she convulsed around his hard shaft, triggering Eric´s release. Pulling her head back even further, he bit down heightening the sensations that rocked her to the core as he spilled himself into her with a grunt and a few more uncoordinated thrusts, riding out his own orgasm.
Trying to catch his breath Eric slumped back into the mattress, his little stiff collapsing completely spent in a boneless heap on top of him. Closing his eyes, it didn’t take long for the image of the little redhead kneeling in front of him to flash vividly behind his eyes and despite the great climax he just experienced, Eric felt himself growing hard again.
As did Amy.
With wide eyes she looked up at him, almost scared of his answer, she squeaked. “Again?”
“Again.” Smirking dirty, Eric grabbed her, gently situating her in the middle of his bed. Crawling on top of her, he positioned himself again, watching her beautiful face closely.
Thrusting inside her a second time, the last conscious thought he had was that she indeed had been an angel send from heaven to make him pay for every sin he had ever committed.
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