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vivo_per_ardua use with permission from her mun who made a request for Alloces/Anna. Prompt: “Warning” – Green Day. Warning: Dubious consent, dark content.]
Gosh Darn Police Line You Better Not Cross!
Is it the cop, or am I the one that’s really dangerous?
He was high on adrenaline and the thrill of the kill, which usually translated into something fun for him and his. It was a head rush, heady feeling that came when something inside you, some feeling you were striving for was sated, but not completely. The blood on his hands was still wet, sticky from when he had pulled the man’s arm from his socket, leaving him in broken bloody pieces on the floor. He had been an easy kill, an easy mark, but he’d fought back, or at least tried, and that was interesting enough. When they fought, it made it more of a challenge. It made it feel like more of a conquest than a mercy killing. Alloces didn’t see the point of giving humans life if they weren’t going to fight for it. If you weren’t going to fight for your own life, or that of others, you didn’t deserve to have it.
End of story.
The apartment was dark and quiet, and he had to admit that was somewhat disappointing. His hands were still wet with blood. He knew she hated it when he did this, but he loved to watch the smear of blood against the paleness of her skin as he touched her. Most of the time he cleaned up before he came to her, but this time he was still so caught up in the rush that this time, he didn’t care. He wanted her. Now. It’s not like she was about to refuse him anyway. However, she wasn’t here, and his body was aching for some kind of release for the rest of this energy that he couldn’t expend. He was starting to pace, frantic, when he heard the sound of the door opening, and a soft voice coming from the hallway.
“Amy? You around?”
Female. Woman. Perfect. He made his way into the hallway that was in line with the door so that he could see her. Beautiful. He could smell Amy on her, which meant that his lover wouldn’t be pleased if he would use her to paint the room when he was finished with her, but there was no reason he couldn’t use her for his own ends. It’s not like she would blame him. Amy probably wouldn’t have minded partaking of the beauty herself.
“She’s not here,” he said as he stepped into the light a little more. “Something I can help you with?”
He watched her eyes travel to the blood on his hands, and fear shot through her. Her hand went to her hip, pulling out the service revolver that sat there, and that was when he caught the gold glint of her badge. A cop. Even better. He watched her level the gun at him, and he acted quickly, flicking away the gun towards the other end of the room. “I don’t like guns,” he explained quickly, before continuing to advance on her. That wasn’t the entire truth, he just didn’t like getting shot, but that was irrelevant at the moment, as far as he was concerned.
She was scared, he could tell that much. Fear was another one of this things he could smell and it was coming off her in waves. It egged him on a bit, getting him to move closer until he was barely inches from her, one hand braced above her head, as he leaned in over her. He wasn’t touching her, but he was close enough that he could be, as he leaned his head in, his breath running hot against her neck as he moved his lips against the side of her neck. Fear and panic was the predominant emotions at the moment, and they shot up like a spike when he actually did venture a touch, his hand brushing past her jacket to her side, watching the swipe of red blood spread against the white of her shirt. He chuckled slightly, before inhaling her scent as he spoke.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You’re a demon,” she spoke, her voice laced with fear. “Why should I believe that?”
“Because you’re Amy’s,” he said evenly, the hand at her waist moving down, slipping just below the edge of her shirt, before slowly starting to search upwards for skin. At the first contact of his fingers against her skin, she thrashed out at him, kicking and pounding, trying to get away, but he was the stronger of the two, and soon had her pinned to the wall, body pressed tight against hers. His hands encircled her wrists, pinning them to the doorway, and he continued to play against the curve of her neck, keeping his voice low and unmistakably predatory. “As I was saying—you’re Amy’s. She doesn’t appreciate it when I break her toys. So I’m not going to hurt you.”
It didn’t comfort her much, and it didn’t help when his lips moved to her neck, tasting the sweat on the side of her neck. She started to fight against him again, but he leaned more of his weight into her, letting some of his need and desire wash over her. She arched against him, and he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself from pushing this too soon. He wasn’t a rapist. He wasn’t going to do this if she really didn’t want this, but he could sense something—just a hint of desire and arousal, somewhere within her, and took that to be consent enough.
He lifted his head quietly, leaning in to kiss her hard and rough. She fought him at first, which he didn’t mind—in fact, it only encouraged him further. He could tell that both of them were creatures of control. They needed to have it. And Alloces wasn’t going to deny her hers if she was going to fight for it—however, that didn’t mean he was giving his up easy either. She seemed to sense that, and she pushed back against him, but bit back into the kiss, fighting him for the power in the situation, causing Alloces to growl happily into the kiss, pulling her away from the door and dragging her back towards the bedroom.
She’ll do. She’ll do nicely.
1034 words
vivo_per_ardua use with permission from her mun who made a request for Alloces/Anna. Prompt: “Warning” – Green Day. Warning: Dubious consent, dark content.]Gosh Darn Police Line You Better Not Cross!
Is it the cop, or am I the one that’s really dangerous?
He was high on adrenaline and the thrill of the kill, which usually translated into something fun for him and his. It was a head rush, heady feeling that came when something inside you, some feeling you were striving for was sated, but not completely. The blood on his hands was still wet, sticky from when he had pulled the man’s arm from his socket, leaving him in broken bloody pieces on the floor. He had been an easy kill, an easy mark, but he’d fought back, or at least tried, and that was interesting enough. When they fought, it made it more of a challenge. It made it feel like more of a conquest than a mercy killing. Alloces didn’t see the point of giving humans life if they weren’t going to fight for it. If you weren’t going to fight for your own life, or that of others, you didn’t deserve to have it.
End of story.
The apartment was dark and quiet, and he had to admit that was somewhat disappointing. His hands were still wet with blood. He knew she hated it when he did this, but he loved to watch the smear of blood against the paleness of her skin as he touched her. Most of the time he cleaned up before he came to her, but this time he was still so caught up in the rush that this time, he didn’t care. He wanted her. Now. It’s not like she was about to refuse him anyway. However, she wasn’t here, and his body was aching for some kind of release for the rest of this energy that he couldn’t expend. He was starting to pace, frantic, when he heard the sound of the door opening, and a soft voice coming from the hallway.
“Amy? You around?”
Female. Woman. Perfect. He made his way into the hallway that was in line with the door so that he could see her. Beautiful. He could smell Amy on her, which meant that his lover wouldn’t be pleased if he would use her to paint the room when he was finished with her, but there was no reason he couldn’t use her for his own ends. It’s not like she would blame him. Amy probably wouldn’t have minded partaking of the beauty herself.
“She’s not here,” he said as he stepped into the light a little more. “Something I can help you with?”
He watched her eyes travel to the blood on his hands, and fear shot through her. Her hand went to her hip, pulling out the service revolver that sat there, and that was when he caught the gold glint of her badge. A cop. Even better. He watched her level the gun at him, and he acted quickly, flicking away the gun towards the other end of the room. “I don’t like guns,” he explained quickly, before continuing to advance on her. That wasn’t the entire truth, he just didn’t like getting shot, but that was irrelevant at the moment, as far as he was concerned.
She was scared, he could tell that much. Fear was another one of this things he could smell and it was coming off her in waves. It egged him on a bit, getting him to move closer until he was barely inches from her, one hand braced above her head, as he leaned in over her. He wasn’t touching her, but he was close enough that he could be, as he leaned his head in, his breath running hot against her neck as he moved his lips against the side of her neck. Fear and panic was the predominant emotions at the moment, and they shot up like a spike when he actually did venture a touch, his hand brushing past her jacket to her side, watching the swipe of red blood spread against the white of her shirt. He chuckled slightly, before inhaling her scent as he spoke.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You’re a demon,” she spoke, her voice laced with fear. “Why should I believe that?”
“Because you’re Amy’s,” he said evenly, the hand at her waist moving down, slipping just below the edge of her shirt, before slowly starting to search upwards for skin. At the first contact of his fingers against her skin, she thrashed out at him, kicking and pounding, trying to get away, but he was the stronger of the two, and soon had her pinned to the wall, body pressed tight against hers. His hands encircled her wrists, pinning them to the doorway, and he continued to play against the curve of her neck, keeping his voice low and unmistakably predatory. “As I was saying—you’re Amy’s. She doesn’t appreciate it when I break her toys. So I’m not going to hurt you.”
It didn’t comfort her much, and it didn’t help when his lips moved to her neck, tasting the sweat on the side of her neck. She started to fight against him again, but he leaned more of his weight into her, letting some of his need and desire wash over her. She arched against him, and he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself from pushing this too soon. He wasn’t a rapist. He wasn’t going to do this if she really didn’t want this, but he could sense something—just a hint of desire and arousal, somewhere within her, and took that to be consent enough.
He lifted his head quietly, leaning in to kiss her hard and rough. She fought him at first, which he didn’t mind—in fact, it only encouraged him further. He could tell that both of them were creatures of control. They needed to have it. And Alloces wasn’t going to deny her hers if she was going to fight for it—however, that didn’t mean he was giving his up easy either. She seemed to sense that, and she pushed back against him, but bit back into the kiss, fighting him for the power in the situation, causing Alloces to growl happily into the kiss, pulling her away from the door and dragging her back towards the bedroom.
She’ll do. She’ll do nicely.
1034 words
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Date: 2012-11-07 05:45 am (UTC)