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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Matsuoka_Rin/Nitori_Aiichirou
  Character:
      Matsuoka_Rin, Nitori_Aiichirou
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Non-Consensual, Violence, Delusions, Crying
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-23 Words: 2205
****** heart and soul, i fell in love with you ******
by eremin
Summary
     Rin is a crazy predatorial pervert with mood swings and delusions and
     Ai is cute and helpless.
     Trigger Warning: very non con.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
He's frail, so petite, and all limbs; like a gazelle grazing in a field
unaware, about to fall prey to a prowling feline. His thin body - like a
child's, so fair and bruisable, is like a canvas for me to press pretty
pictures into, painting purple on pale. His adorable face with rounded cheeks
and lips like rose petals, between which pure untainted laughter bathes your
ears in a contagious joy, are now instead spilling pants and strangled cries.
His light, smiling eyes that hypnotized me are now scrunched closed squeezing
out tears.
Sometimes I get a bit crazed at his beauty... though his tears and snot and
scrunched red face were beginning to annoy me.
 
"Nnh- stop it..." he cries as I grind my body against his smaller one. I clasp
his wrists between one hand, freeing the other to remove his troublesome
clothes that're restraining the poor thing - oh, that can't be comfortable
right now! He's just so sweet, one can't help but want to take care of him, to
want to please him. I didn't want to hurt him, not at first, but he's just too
irritably beautiful for his own good; he's just so perfect tiny flawless
innocent pale breakable helpless... maybe a little damage would do him good.
"Shh, it's ok," I smile at him, feeling jittery with anticipation. My large
hand presses over his cute pink lips, pressing his face hard down into the
pillow, being careful not to hold him down too long; I don't want him to die
just yet, oh no sir-ee, not with all the fun there still is to be had!
I shove my nose into his neck and breathe in deep, my eyes rolling back in
their sockets with his intoxicating boy-scent; it makes me moan aloud and my
eyelids flutter, he smells just so damn good it makes me want to devour the
little boy whole! I mouth at his neck, sucking bruises to the surface, scraping
red lines with my teeth; and he squirms and shakes his head from side to side
so cutely... oh little boy do you know what you're doing to me!?
And I can see through those scared but beautiful light eyes, sparkling with
tears, wide and confused for once. I can see the gears turning behind his
irises, trying to figure out why, why...? Those pretty, soft eyes with so much
depth as they look back at me, yet laced with innocence and curiosity.
Curiosity. Curiosity kills the cat. Provoked enough, even a timid feline turns
into a ferocious predator with its teeth sinking into your flesh. I laugh to
myself with the thought, touching my forehead to his and kissing him sweetly on
the nose.
I suck at the side of his neck, right over his artery, feeling the pulse
beneath the skin, fast and heavy, loud like war drums approaching in battle. I
run my tongue across the front row of my sharp teeth before biting hard on the
spot, breaking his skin and drawing blood, ignoring the pained moans and
wondering to myself if it would be possible to murder the little cutie if I bit
hard enough to tear his artery open using only my teeth.
I line myself up, rubbing my tip against his wet slippery entrance, and nudge
softly, just to tease, every few times poking in just a bit. No matter how many
times we make love, he's still so tight, so perfect, so good to me. It takes
all the restraint I have not to just stuff it all in and wreck him right now.
"No, n-no, Senpai please, n-oo," his bothersome sobs rack at his chest and he
soaks the pillow wet with tears. I frown at the poor dear... baby, I never want
to hear you cry.
His muffled cries harmonize with my moans of pleasure. I play him like a piano,
my fingernails gnarling into his skin and scratching down his sides, each rib a
new note, his fearful shivers like a reverberation.
That old song comes to mind. "Heart and soul, I fell in love with you, heart
and soul, " I begin mumbling it to myself to drown out those disturbing sobs,
between sweet kisses to his cute, crying face.
"... just like a fool would do," I smile genuinely and stare deep into his eyes
as I sing to him, "... maaaadly, because you held me tight!" I don't think he
notices that his gut wrenching sobs are subsiding to soft cries and little
sniffles.
"Heart and soul," his still hairless baby-soft skin is cool beneath my body,
heated with desire, "I beg to be adored, lost control," I sink my hand into his
silver strands, tugging at the tangles, "you've got me acting so..." Sloppy,
dirty and wet, matted with tears, sweat, saliva and soon semen. I gently stroke
at his cheek before shoving myself into him without warning "unh, ma-dly...
fuck!". Nothing will ever feel so right or good to me ever again.
He gasped, his half lidded eyes shooting open so wide, and let out a strangled
shout as I breached his entrance with some difficulty, his body's annoying
reflex attempting to defend itself.
"Oh god, Ai, hah, you're so tight," I say with a chuckle. I wonder how his
nails haven't all broken off yet as he continues to clench at and lay scratches
to my arms. Well, I guess I'll just have to rip them off one by one after this.
The thought swings my mood from manic to angry once again.
And right at the wrong time, Ai decides to take advantage of the fact that I'm
quite distracted, my hands stroking up and down his sides, using his freed
mouth to yell for help. Oh sweetheart, that's not very nice now, is it? I look
down at him with disappointment, the pitch of his undeveloped voice biting at
my ear drums. I sigh and roll my eyes, before swinging my hand fast across his
face as I slap him. And slap him. And slap him. And slap him. And slap him. And
slap him. And slap him. And slap him.
"Hush now," I say in quiet exasperation, relieved that he's finally silent and
laying still on the bed. He's bleeding from a split in his lip and I kiss him
there, sucking the wound into my own mouth to taste the exhilarating flavor of
his blood. His face looks serene, soft eyelids closed, dark lashes casting
shadows on his reddened cheeks, breathing slowly, looking cold and dead, much
to my delight.
I smile, feeling so in love with the cutie below me. He's so beautiful like
this, bleeding and knocked out with me thrusting in and out of him. Oh Ai, how
I just adore making love to you.
I nuzzle my nose in the crook of his neck, right below his ear, breathing in
that dangerously intoxicating boy scent of his, moaning at the rush it gives
me. I stroke his face before grabbing a piece of his adorable chubby cheeks
between my fingers, pulling and tugging at the flesh like a granny would.
"Darn, you're just so cute!" my voice raises to an almost squeal. I feel my
eyes start to well up and feel a knot in my chest as my heart thumps with
thundering affection at how irresistibly, unforgivably endearing he is.
Slowly, I press my mouth to his in an unresponsive kiss, tasting his blood
mingling between my tongue and his lips. I sigh again, starting to feel a bit
tired, I rest my forehead to his silver fringe, soft and smelling fresh and
clean; my jaw tightens as my teeth clench in frustration. I can feel my anger
returning and before I know it, I find myself practically yanking his scalp off
trying to pull at those perfectly rooted strands, making the little boy stir
and contort his features in his semi-conscious state. That snaps some sense
into me, why am I pulling at his hair again? I furrowed my brows and puckered
my lower lip, lolling my head left to right, feeling a little silly at my
foolishness.
He begins to whimper as he pulls himself out of his sleep that I had induced. I
cup his face, kissing him on the lips as I massage my fingers through his
tousled hair.
"M-matsuoka senpai," he whispers breathlessly, shivering and starting his fit
of trembling sobs once more. Oh no, not again... what a child, I think with a
huff, blowing my fringe out of my eyes, I guess break time is done.
My hand goes over his mouth again and I grab him beneath his thighs, shoving
them up high, maneuvering his legs so that they are both draped over my left
shoulder, my arm slung around to hold them up and in place. I begin to thrust
into him wildly, without warning; not that there's any use for that, he's
already bleeding the sheets red.
"Damn it, I love you so freaking much," I let out a satisfied chuckle as his
heart races even louder in his chest, over which my fingers feel it as I knead
his pectorals. I can feel him harden underneath me. Out of everything it's just
those simple words that do it for him. Goody goody, what a treat, I'll get to
have fun with that too! What does it for me is the way the little cutie fights
against it, as if he doesn't want it, as if he's too tiny and innocent like a
little boy. So helpless, urging me on.... babe, don't you realize how good you
are to me?
My fingers trace the perimeter of his mouth and my thumb tugs his plump,
bitten-red lower lip down. He opens his eyes and locks eye contact with mine,
giving me the most helpless gaze as his tongue darts out to lick my fingers. I
practically throb at the feeling, unable to break eye contact. My fingers
slither into his mouth before he hesitantly closes his rose petal lips around
them, sucking and licking them as if they were something else. He seems unsure
of himself as he whiningly moans, still gazing into my eyes, and I feel him
swirl his tongue around and in between my fingers before tightening his lips
and bobbing his mouth up and down.
Oh, you don't even know what you do to me! I love you, I love you, I love you
so damn much, god help me, I really freaking love you so so much!
He suddenly tightens, enveloping me, and making me finally lurch over the edge.
I hug his thighs steadily close to me and thrust several times, so deep and so
fast. He gasps, desperately trying to scoot back off of me and push me out of
him, but it's no use, this is way too good for me to let go of. I grunt as I
come hard into him, filling his hot insides.
Pushing his sweaty hair back, I meet his scared, teary eyes with a genuine
smile. I am so happy and in love, the post-climatic glow feeling like ecstasy.
I think I could just die at any moment! But I smile even wider - why die, when
I can dive into even more joy - "ready for round five?" I lovingly whisper to
him, still shoved up in his rear, as my hand moves to his erection.
"N-n-no no n-o Senpai, please," he stutters, quickly shaking his head left to
right, with his eyes wide and unblinking in fear. I don't think I've ever seen
his eyes so fixed on one thing before, and it almost looks like a passion.
Passion, looking at me, an unwavering gaze; do you finally understand the power
I have over you, my love?
You're mine, and I will devour every tiny part of you, whole.
"Of course you are! Cause you're such a good little boy... that's why I love
you so much," I can't help but smile at how true that statement is. "I love
you, my beautiful Aiichirou," I whisper into his ear, licking it down to his
jawline as I start to move within him again.
"Matsuoka-senpai?" I feel someone tugging on my sleeve, breaking me from my
strayed thoughts.
"Huh?" I mutter unintelligibly, hearing a giggle follow suit. "Senpai, you were
doing that face again!" I look at the small, pale boy with his mouth hanging
slightly open and his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, demonstrating how
dazed I looked a moment ago. He adorably giggles again, a hand coyly placed
over his lips.
"Uh..." I cleared my throat, "why you little…" I laugh too, pulling him across
the bed and tickling his sides. He scrunches his eyes and kicks his legs in a
fit of laughter. I let him go, and he looks up from under his messed hair with
a grin plastered on his face.
"Uhm, Senpai?" He asks, suddenly blushing.
"What?"
His eyes dart down and back up a few times before he points to my groin area,
which I only just notice is hard, "why's that like that?"
This boy will be the death of me.
End Notes
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