~A Krad fic~
By Kenny
Disclaimer: I don’t own D N Angel, does ask for money.
Warnings: Well let’s see there is first off yaoi; the fic is entirely sex, cussing, mention of rape, sadism, and a much more.
Krad’s POV
Everyone seems to think that I would be the one doing the fucking but right now, I have my legs spread, being thoroughly ravished, by the Kaitou Dark Mousy.
Of course I’m not always the one being fucked, no, this isn’t an every time deal. I don’t have sex often and when I do I’m rarely the one on bottom. One time I managed to separate myself from Satoshi-sama long enough to rape him. Bind him to the bed with the handcuffs he always has with him and destroy his innocence. I let him feel what he will never be able to feel from the Winged Master, Daisuke Niwa, the name he called when he came. But it was I; I was the one that brought him to that disgusting, painful (to him at least) bliss, not Niwa.
Right now I bet that poor Niwa boy is wondering what’s wrong with Dark. I don’t blame him, I bet Daiki Niwa thought the same thing when Dark ravished me on the roof of the museum over 40 years ago. It’s not my fault my body seduces Dark the way it does, far as I know I’ve always been rather beautiful. And as for Dark he’s never been able to resist beautiful things, objects, places, people (either it be man or woman)…of course he wouldn’t be able to resist me, no, not at all.
I moan and spread my legs apart more wanting to feel more of his length, his roughness, his warmth, him. But…no matter how much he tries, no matter how fast or slow, how hard or how deep he goes, it’s never enough. I want more, much more then he could ever give me, because I won’t tell him. I won’t beg him to go harder, faster or deeper. It would let him know the control he has over my body.
Right now I want him in me deeper, but I’m not slick enough yet. I will not allow him to use lubricant; I want to feel him, all of him with nothing between us, nothing to separate us at all. I make him do me dry and enter me in one fast movement, not slowly. I want to bleed, I love it when I bleed it makes me feel alive. I especially love it when he makes me bleed.
He leans down to kiss me; I quickly turn my head to the side. I won’t allow him to. Kissing me would let him know how much I want him, how much my body needs him. I’ll admit that I’ve never really kissed anyone, on the lips. I cannot let myself be that close to someone, anyone. Dark sigh disappointedly, I just ignore it. What’s so great about it anyways? “I wish you would let me taste your mouth…” he whispers in my ear sending a shiver through my body. I ignore that as well.
He obviously didn’t miss that. He begins to nibble my earlobe, hitting his teeth along the earrings I wear in my ear. I wish he’s rip one out. Though I doubt he’d ever would. I want to bleed more. I want pain. Pain to add on to my pleasure. And then he hits it, that one spot the makes my whole body tense, making me damn near scream for more. I’m able to quiet myself through biting on my lip hard, making it bleed. Good more blood. Dark bites on my ear hard when my muscles clench around his member, it sends a jolt straight to my groin making me harder then I already am.
I want more, I want it hard and fast hitting that spot every thrust. I can feel him grin as he only withdraws from me enough to thrust back into me hitting that spot every fucking second. I want him to pull out completely so I can feel him. On and on he continues this agonizing torture, my mind is screaming for more but my mouth is screaming for nothing, nothing yet. He keeps this up and I will be screaming, maybe it’s his plan. He must know how my body craves him.
I arch up my back bring my hips off the ground to get more of him in me, almost but not exactly begging him for more. I need him. He grips my hips tightly to hold them in place as he continues his torture on me. I am now screaming though I am not screaming out my pleas that are racing through my mind. I can’t take this any more I need…
“More! Oh God I need more!” I cry before I realize I’ve said it. He’s broken through every emotional barrier I had up, right fucking through them. He wasn’t suppose to know I needed him, he already knew I wanted him, my body told him that. He wasn’t suppose to know. Now he does and he can have control.
“I can help you with that…” he purrs, straightens himself up, a smirk formed on his lips. Using his firm grip on my hips he pulls out slowly, too fucking slow before slamming back into me making me meet him halfway through his thrust. I scream, each thrust he slams into me harder, every thrust I scream louder then before. It’ll be over all too soon, his movements are becoming more frantic and I feel as if I’m about to explode.
In a matter of seconds I feel his release deep within me, as he groans saying my name, I cum screaming his. He collapses on top of me, crushing me under his weight. He looks at me and smiles. Slowly his lips search for mine, kissing up my neck, across my jaw line until they cover my lips. I do not resist his kiss because…
I am broken.
*End*
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