I Know You Love Me

WARNING: Dark and rape themed. Not for those under 16 (preferably 18).

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, and this idea came from FuzZle’s photograph of Kai that she had done on deviantart called “Take Me”. I recommend everyone who reads this to see the picture as well.

Enjoy.

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I KNOW YOU LOVE ME

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I know you love me. You always have. The malicious glint in your eye as I pass you in the hallway each day always lets me know. You just have your own special way of showing it.

“Where the hell have you been?” you ask me, your voice rising with each step your feet take towards me.

I know you love me.

You just have your own way of showing it.

You get fed up with my usual answer of having been training and push me on the bed with such force that the mattress bounced along with me, the headboard hitting the wall behind it. Better be careful, I think somewhere in my numb mind. You would be even more upset if you have to pay for the new hole in the hotel wall.

“Where have you been?” you ask again in a voice lower than Hell itself, and I give you the same answer. It’s not a lie, but you are too caught up in your worry for me to understand that.

I feel a stinging sensation along my left cheek as your palm makes contact. There is this voice in my mind screaming at me to hit you back. “He fucking slapped you. Kill him!” it yells as you deliver another blow to my cheek when I do not answer your question as I had the other two times.

I ignore the voice as I feel the blood from my split lip run down my chin. You lean over and lap it up with your tongue, biting my lip where the damage is to create more blood flow. Your hands are roaming my body, pressing against me so hard that I feel more bruises replace the ones that had just recently faded. Your tongue has found my mouth and is raping it, pushing my own tongue into the devilish dance. You are now rubbing up against me, and your teeth have entered the dance as well. Hands grope my lower regions and my ass as you pull me closer so that you can develop the friction between our bodies from a mere spark to a roaring blaze. I whimper a little as you become a little rougher, my pants for air no where near as loud as your growls of dominance.

I do not fight you. I love you. I cannot make myself hurt you any more than I normally do. I hurt you mentally already, I cannot do it physically. I would never be able to live with myself.

You love me. I know you do. The look in your beautiful eyes always tells me that no matter what I do, I will be forgiven. This is just a small price to pay for your undying love and forgiveness.

I hear a ripping sound echo through the small room as you tear my t-shirt from my torso, your fingernails – as small as they are – tearing gashes in my shoulders and sides as you try to pull me even closer. I see the fabric fly across the room, and my crimson eyes land on the silver moon that is casting its magnificent beams. It is basking the room and our bodies in a silvery white. It seems as if we are part of an old black and white movie.

My pants are off next as you continue yelling at me in-between kisses and bites, telling me how I could have been hurt, how you have been worried about me, how no one should travel in the dark.

You see, I know you love me now. You just stated it. It was only in your own words.

TAKE ME

I watch as you strip of your own clothing, tossing them aside as you spread my legs wide for the second time this week, and it’s only Tuesday. My breath is quickening. Can you hear it? My heart is pounding. I know what is next, and I cannot wait. This is the part where you tell me that you love me, where you show me that you love me.

TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS, MY LOVE

You lean over, and I can see the tears in your eyes. I know now that you regret hitting me, hurting me, but I regret even more that I hurt you, made you worry.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears already streaming down my painted cheeks.

You growl that animalistic sound that I have heard so many times. You are still angry with me, and I understand. You feel the need to teach me that I should not worry you.

I open my legs wider as you slap me again and feel you position yourself at my entrance. There was no preparation, no stretching, not even lube or spit, but that is only because I hurt you. I deserve pain, but I know that you will try and be a little gentle in my punishment.

I only hope that you will not.

AND RAPE ME

You thrust inside quickly and hard, and I try to hold back my scream of pain if only for you as I arch my back violently, eyes and mouth closed to keep that scream back. Lightning flashes throughout my body as you pull back and thrust back in again. I throw my head back against the mattress, mouth open in a silent cry as I force myself to take the pain. It’s from you, I tell myself. This is my punishment for hurting you. I deserve it. You love me. You don’t want me to be hurt. I deserve this.

DON’T HIDE BEHIND YOUR RAGE

You growl again, fangs showing in the moonlight as they glint down upon me. Your eyes have hardened. I know you are angry, and I bite back a wince and whimper as I feel blood from my torn entrance run down my buttocks to pool on the dark sheets below us. Tears have escaped, though, as they run down the side of my face to dip into my ears before landing on the fabric of the sheets. You grab me around the waist and pull upwards towards you, giving you a better angle to enter me in. The blood continues pooling, and I can hear the faint plop of droplets hitting the pool.

I KNOW YOU LOVE ME

You continue to rape me in your way of making love. It is only a few more minutes before this will stop and you will leave. I do not want you to, but to ask you to stay will hurt you again, and I must clean up my punishment.

It isn’t but a few seconds later that I feel you tense against me, thrusting even deeper inside of me that it hurts even more and feels as if you are trying to tear me in half. Your seed is now buried deep within that crevice once again. You slump against me for a moment before pulling out, and more blood is released to meet the rest on the dark sheets. I cough once with the little breath I do have as I try and regain complexion, but I can barely move. You have torn me too much tonight, and I will have to force myself to walk tomorrow, but I deserve it.

You pull on your clothing and look back at me as I huddle into a ball for warmth. The room is warm, but without you, it is cold. I smile in my mind. It is ironic for me to feel cold without you. You are the ice wolf. You are to be as cold as winter, but to me, you are as warm as the phoenix I hold within.

My breath is finally beginning to calm as you stride over to me again and bend down.

“Don’t do that again,” you whisper through pale lips as they land a small kiss on my sweating forehead. You then straighten and leave, closing the door behind you without another glance.

I gaze on at the door where you have disappeared behind and sigh, closing my eyes and willing sleep to come. I will clean in the morning. After all, I am awake before anyone else, save you.

“Tala,” I whisper as darkness consumes me once again.

AND ALWAYS WILL

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OWARI

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