AU/ Very OOC for Aki/ OneShot - (**) Aki - Sashi ~ Lessons in Betrayal ~               Hot, constricting wetness wrapped like an undersized glove at the rough initial thrust, and the heavy, decay-laden air rent with screams.  My sweat-slick palms ran the length of his narrow chest, stopping to press hard at the mass of black and purple bruises that masked cracked ribs and ratcheting the intensity of the agonized shrieks to a new level.  Panic and fear laced with disbelief melded to form a heady concoction that sent my empathic senses aflame and I sank my nails into his flesh, thin ribbons of crimson tracking over his caramel-colored skin.              I had expected him to plead with me, to ask why, to beg for me to stop, but there was nothing beyond the wounded ache in his gray eyes, sealed tightly now against the new humiliation I forced upon him.  Perhaps he already understood, had gathered with his weakened telepathy the torrent of black hatred that coursed through me and resigned himself to the excruciating punishment.              Brutally pushing again, pleased by the keening whimper, I nipped at his shattered collarbone, recalling the satisfying snap it had made when gripped by my telekinesis.  He’d been so surprised when I’d attacked, too stunned to fight back.  Not that he had it in him.  He wouldn’t fight until I decimated the misguided feelings of love he held for me, leaving him as cold and empty as I was.              In the dark corners of my mind I often wondered what had drawn me to the ignored, disaffected child that suffered from chronic nightmares.  The vulnerable look in his eyes?  The way he clung to me like a life preserver, worshipped me for attention?  Somehow, somewhere through the years he’d stolen my trust, fostering a fake sense of security only to throw it in my face, betray me with his wretched weakness.  We’d sworn, on that rainy day surrounded by our Elders and peers, to never intentionally hurt one another, dropped our blood into the hallow crystal, sealed it for eternity.  How quickly, it would seem, that those words could be forgotten, that he could so callously throw our lives away in one execrable moment.  This miserable, hellish exile was his fault and I would assure that he’d suffer until we’d both breathed our last.              Driven by the surging new flash of rage, I sped up my efforts to savage his slim body, ripping and tearing at abused flesh, breathing in the fresh scent of scarlet, and reveling in the way it strung out every nerve like a drug.  Twisting and jerking, hands fisted in the dingy satin sheet he writhed, the once-delicate features contorted as sharp teeth scored his exposed neck.  I lapped at the blood, incensed as release barreled toward my cock and I coated his battered insides with proof of my loathing.             “I hate you.  I hate you,” I growled repeatedly, forcing it into his resisting mind, drowning him in a flood of unrelenting empathic intrusion.  I wanted him to hear it every moment, ringing through his head, crossing into his dreams, inescapable even to unconsciousness.   He moaned with the wrenching pain of a breaking heart, but one hard swing of my fist snapped his head to the side and stifled the noise.             Tears tracked silently over his cheeks as we lay panting, harsh breath echoing through the fetid room, sweaty skin sticky and raw.  I rolled off him, laughing bitterly as I read the faded, hand painted sign on the peeling door—“Honeymoon Suite.”  The white sheet stained with the blood of his stolen virginity, the lingering psychic fragments of his pathetic, childish love consecrated this cheap, desolate place.              Smirking, I pulled his shuddering, ravaged body to my chest, terminating his feeble struggles by wrapping one hand around his throat and squeezing threateningly.  We’d lain together countless times, but I’d soiled it now, using it only to mock his wasted emotions.  The lesson I sought to teach was not one of pain, for although it could wound deep, pain would scab over and mend with time.  Instead, I imparted the festering agony of betrayal, something that never healed, but burrowed like worms, weakening and slowly annihilating all that it touched.  I wanted him to feel the scorch of betrayal, the way it poisoned everything good and true in the world.  Eventually he would realize what he’d done to me, what he’d taken, and it would be our undoing.  His powerful magic against my superior fighting in a battle that would free us from the exile he created and send us to Eviternity.             If disgraced angels could even find absolution in Eviternity.              Dark eyes, framed by damp, clinging ebony hair, watched me in the shards of broken mirror that clung to the demolished closet doors.  Confusion and hurt stared out, but none of the hatred I wished to see.  Sliding the steel-strong grip of telekinesis over his wrist I twisted, crushing the bones and wringing a howl from the half-strangled throat.  Smiling coldly, my free hand traced the thin, bloodied skin of his legs before violently invading, drawing more tormented sound reverberating though the room.             The lesson was far from over.   End: Lessons in Betrayal   Fall 2005 ~ BACK~ All content contained on this site is (C) 2001-2008 by Bounce and Angsty-os (all rights reserved) Please do not take, steal, link or borrow anything on this site without written permission from Bounce (Bunny Writer - Resin Fox)