“Ruiner”

Songfic (1/1)

by Jenn Blackett

Warning: Dark, violent, moody ((perhaps because we’re discussing Byronic heroes today in English?)), Mature language, mature situations, LEMONICITY. This one you can make some rather tart lemonade out of, people. Not my responsibility if you are somehow corrupted more so then you already are by reading this. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the hot and sexy Duo Maxwell no matter how much I covet his dark little soul. That’s Bandai and Sotsu’s, as well as Hirde Schbeiker’s (*smirk*) The song is the property of Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails, the song being “Ruiner” off The Downward Spiral CD. Not making any money off this. Please don’t sue.

Pairings: 2xH, ?xH

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    His bangs were starting to stick to his face, slick and wet, becoming almost heated under his intent gaze. The darkness of the night seemed to swallow and be effervesced back into the dark tint of cobalt eyes turning to black-violet, violent, bespeaking pure murder to anyone that dared to interrupt his vision. A slow, sinister smile was curving his lips even if the fact of what he was seeing was in no way humorous. In fact, it was vile betrayal what he was seeing going on under the covers in the second story bedroom.

    He had thought she loved him.

    What a fucking joke.

“You had all of them on your side, didn’t you?

You believed in all your lies, didn’t you?”

    He saw her beneath him, her perfect little throat a sharp contrast of white, long and elegant against the black satin sheets. Breath coming out in soft pants, her eyes wicked and teasing, a little tormentor in the arts of sexual pleasure beneath the innocent sweep of moist black lashes. Her lips parted sweetly, little pink tongue flicking across and at him in a deliberate tease. Those soft, wicked eyes didn’t care he was a killer. Those dark, innocent eyes didn’t care he was dark and poisonous. They only cared about him. Her voice only screamed his name as he pushed two fingers sharply inside her wet heat, pinching hard at the inner skin, eyes intent only on making her squirm in passion.

    Nothing had ever made him think that she really knew what he really did. That he lived for the battle, the death of those fucking assholes he flew against. He craved it....

“The ruiner’s got a lot to prove, he’s got nothing to lose and now he made you believe.

The ruiner’s your only friend, well he’s the living end to the cattle he deceives,

The raping of the innocent you know the ruiner ruins everything he sees”

    “HEERO!”

    His eyes flashed open from the memory, narrowing darkly as he watched the sheet slip off the two sweating, gyrating bodies on the bed. Firm, strong hands--not his fucking hands, damnit!--caressed slowly up the sweat-glistening flesh of her inner thigh, making her cry out and beg him. She only begged him, damnit. She never was to beg another....

“Now the only pure thing left in my fucking world is wearing your disease.

How did you get so big?

How did you get so strong?

How did you get so hard?

How did it get so long?”

    Messy bangs slid against her cheek as she turned her side, moaning to the window, not knowing who watched, her crystalline blue eyes lit with so much erotic pleasure as her little bastard lover took her, played with her, fucked her hard. The lover’s lips lit in a little sardonic smirk, eyes flickering coolly as he nipped down her neck, that lovely little, perfect neck. His hands tightened somewhat, fingers flexing a little. No, not that way. No....

    Something slipped elegantly out of his coat jacket, shining in the glinted space lights. Slow caress of light down the pointed barrel to the etched handle carried knowingly by a lover’s hand, Death’s hand.

“You had to give them all a sign, didn’t you?

You had to covet what was mine, didn’t you?

The ruiner’s a collector, he’s an infector serving his shit to his flies”

    Her delicate laugh rang like a bell in his memory as he slipped through the open window, boots echoing quietly on the wood floors as he walked towards the half-open bedroom door down the hall. The way her eyes would light up so kindly. It hadn’t been his decision to fall in love with her, it had happened. He had thought she was in love with him as well, had thought it all true, not a lie at all....

“Maybe there will come a day when those you keep blind will suddenly realize,

Maybe it’s a part of me you took to a place I hoped it would never go,

And maybe that fucked me up much more than you’ll ever know.”

    The lovers gave a sharp scream together, moaning and clutching to one another like animals, limbs entangled and refusing to be let go. Fresh bruises were starting on her ankles and wrists, bite marks and scratch marks--just like she likes it--all over her neck and her perky little breasts. She gave a slow, cat-like smile up to her lover, watching as he pulled his cock slowly out from between her legs and licked her lips. It hardened again, slowly.

“How did you get so big?

How did you get so strong?

How did you get so hard?

How did it get so long?”

    The order from the brain fired rapidly down synapse one to two, to three to four, and so on, quick jerk to the muscles as the gun raised and a spasm in the joints to pull the trigger. Explosion, red drenched on top of the glistening female body. He watched almost insanely as her mouth opened in a startled scream before she looked from her dead lover to him standing in the door, her eyes wide and blanking.

“What you gave to me,

My perfect ring of scars”

    “Du....... D...... Duo....” She whispered in a tiny voice that disappeared into nothingness as blood seeped down her breasts and belly, her hands absently pushing the dead body away. His eyes traveled the path down as he watched her legs shift a little, the sanguine solution slipping between her legs and to the moist, glistening passageway.

    A slow smile tugged at his lips as he walked over, trailing fingers down the blood’s path, watching the flesh dye red and slipped them inside of her, flashing her a dark glance from under his wild bangs. “Yeah, Hirde?”

    A choked gasp was her only answer. He felt the startled moisture starting to coat his fingers. Smirk. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“You know I can see what you really are.”

    Her legs slid slowly open, her breath panting and gasping, body writhing beneath his, begging as the blood stuck their skin together, like some sort of cannibalistic paint as he dragged his teeth down her neck sharply, her perfect white neck. He pushed his hard cock sharply up inside of her and heard her scream. He grinned.

“You didn’t hurt me, Nothing can hurt me,

You didn’t hurt me, Nothing can stop me.”

~~Owari