Between Heaven and Hell

Ok here’s the third chapter... and I already forgot the plot... yeah I don’t own Ororon so please don’t sue me.
As usual I’ll start a couple of lines before I stopped.

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Ororon was glaring at Othello, who was drinking his tea when something caught my eye.
“Othello, can I ask you something?”
“Sure angel what is it?”
“Where did you find those pj’s?” I couldn’t help but laugh, they were hot pink with lime green bow’s. He looked down.
“What’s wrong with them? They bring out the color of my eyes!” he said batting his lashes. “You really are a poof.” Ororon said still looking at the mug in his hand. Othello looked at his brother.
“Ororon, you know that’s not true. ” He said softly but there was another emotion in it anger maybe. “I can tell I’m not wanted around so if you’ll excuse me I’ll be going back to bed. You two should go to bed to it’s late.” he said turning, setting his empty mug in the sink. He walked past us stopping he kissed my hand and said his good nights.
“He’s right though we should get some sleep it’s almost morning.” Ororon said dumping out his full mug of tea in the sink.
“Im not tired. I’ve been sleeping too much I want to stay up.” I said taking a sip of my now cold tea.
“Well then I will keep you company. I’d hate for you to be the only one awake with nothing to do.”
“Ok. I want to watch a movie.” I stated dragging Ororon into the living room.
“Let’s see what’s on.” I said grabbing the remote. I sat down Indian style I barely noticed Ororon sitting down the only indication was the shift of the couch. I had decided on watching an old movie It was a classic in America Casablanca. I was really into it when I felt Ororon’s head on my shoulder. I looked at him he was dead asleep. His breath was brushing over my face. I tried to shift slightly so he wouldn’t get a sore neck in the morning. I unfortunately woke him up, he sat up and looked at me.
“Lay down.” His words were quick. I hardly had time to comprehend what he had said before he pulled me under him . He looked at me my face was on fire. He lowered his lips close to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. “You make a better pillow this way.” he said shifting so he could lay his head on my stomach.
“I don’t mean to be rude but I cant breath your kinda heavy.” I said straining to catch my breath for more than one reason.
“Fine, I’ll move.” He sat up. Laying his head on the other side of the couch. “Is this better?” he asked looking for my approval.
“Well you kinda take up a lot of the couch. I feel kinda squished.” I felt bad for being so pushy.
“Alright then I have a solution but you have to work with me here.” he said once again sitting up. “You gonna work with me?” He looked me directly in the eyes.
“Yes, I promise.” I said giving him one of my best smiles. He laughed at me shaking his head.
“Ok.” He said putting his arms around my waist dragging me down on top of him. I again felt my face burning.
“So this was your great plan?” I asked trying to mask my embarrassment with sarcasm.
“Yes. I’m now not taking up your space.” He stated matter of factly.
“Yeah but I-.”
“I thought you were going to work with me. You did promise.” He said reminding me what I had said moments ago.
“Yeah but you never told me I was going to be laying on you.”
“Would you have agreed if I did tell you?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“I-I need to get more tea!” I tried to escape. He tightened his grip on me keeping me securely in place.
“Oh no you wont get out that easy.” He laughed. “Tell me, I want to know. It’s a perfectly legitimate question.” He whispered taking one of his hands from my waist and played with my hair. I sighed and put my head in the crook of his neck inhaling his scent. When I first met him he smelled of blood, now he smelled like cigarettes and..
“Ororon have you been using my shampoo? You smell like lilacs.” I asked taking another deep breath. “Yup lilacs.”
“Well last time I checked that’s the only kind that was left.” He said with a slight pout. “Besides it brings out the color of my eyes.” Batting his lashes mockingly.
“Ok OTHELLO...Poof.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Put your legs up.” He said calmly. I sat up trying to comprehend the meaning of his words. I had little time to react when I felt his lips on mine. My eyes grew wide with surprise and all remaining thoughts melted from my mind. My cheeks were stained with an unknown emotion as he tried to get me to open my mouth. I tried to pull away, but his demonic grip was too strong and compelling. I won’t deny that I had dreamt of this night, and the potential that it had. With that being the only coherent thought within me, I let him inside. He swirled around as if he thought he would never be able to do it again. I felt my heart trying to burst at the seams. My hands began to shake with virgin nervousness. He slyly began to unbutton my shirt. I didn’t realize what he was up to until I felt his soft hands upon my chest. The shirt began to ooze off my shoulders, and I let them fall further down my arms. My hands rose up without permission and tangled themselves in his eye brightening hair. I could feel the heat resonating off his moled cheeks. He kept one hand busy while he tried to take off his own shirt by himself. I took his hand away and helped him. The whole time, he pierced through my very soul with his melancholy grey eyes. I couldn’t look away as his expression had never faded. He reared back up from his slouching position to engulf my mouth once again. His long fingers slowly slid down my body. He snaked over my torso and they seemed to freeze when he hit my boy shorts. He stopped kissing me and looked down upon my face. His look revealed more than usual. He seemed to be asking for permission and had a splash of eagerness written about him. He just studied me, awaiting my words to come spewing out. All I could do was smile. The King of Hell was waiting to be commanded. I brought my hand to his stale almond face and gazed right back at him.
“It’s all right, Ororon. I’m ready,” I whispered to him. I could feel his hot breath quicken on my bare collar bone as he smiled a rather genuine grin and leaned down to give a thank-you kiss. His fingers slid under the fabric and quickly pulled them down. His eyes followed them until they were completely off my body. He paused yet again. He was looking down, away from me. He sighed with a tone of slight despair. He then looked up at me with hurt written all around him.
“This might hurt you. I don’t want it to hurt for you.”
I was shocked. I was expecting him to just go about his business. Tiny droplets of tears began to appear in my eyelids. I blushed before saying anything.
“It’s okay, Ororon. That doesn’t matter to me. I...I want you to.”
I could feel him tense up at my last request. He seemed to be holding his breath. The sound of his zipper coming down became deafening. He shuffled around a bit to get comfortable. His arms were caged around me. His eyes never left mine. His hips swayed around to widen my legs. He then began to arch his back.
I gasped. I had never known this feeling before. It was so wonderful, and yet so painful. He slowly tried to ease in deeper. I couldn’t help but silently wince. I felt his neck turn in my direction.
“Hold my hand, angel,” he raspily whispered into my ear. I greedily took it and he continued in the slowest manner he thought possible. Then feelings of utter joy began to sneak up on me, and the pain was subsiding minute by minute.
He began to work a little bit faster, and my neck arched up in blinded ecstacy. My eyes couldn’t stay open. When I finally DID open them, Ororon’s eyes were closed. I cold barely see the moon soaked beads of sweat forming on his face. His mouth was partially open, quick breaths escaping it. His fingers dug into mine. His head drooped upwards. I could hear the grinding of his teeth. He elevated his whole body and sped up even more. My mouth opened. I had never known such a great feeling existed. His head reeled back and he began to slow down. I could feel him. He slowly melted down and smacked onto my sweaty flesh with his own. His head rested on my bosom and he attempted to regain his breath.
My hands once again made their way to his damp locks. The rise and fall of his chest made me realize how tired I really was. My eyes closed, I drifted to sleep, but not before I heard Ororon’s last words.
“Sweet dreams, I love you Chiaki Saionji .”


(A/N: I had a friend of mine do the smut. I haven’t gotten my smutty writhing to my liking so she was kind enough to do that for me)
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