Title: Broken
Fandom: D N Angel
Author: Kenny
Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel
Pairings: Dark/Krad
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What is going through Krad\'s head when Dark\'s ravishing
him?
Krad’s POV
Everyone seems to think that I would be the one doing the fucking but
right now, I have my legs spread, being thoroughly ravished, by the Kaitou
Dark Mousy.
Of course I’m not always the one being fucked, no, this isn’t
an every time deal. I don’t have sex often and when I do I’m
rarely the one on bottom. One time I managed to separate myself from Satoshi-sama
long enough to rape him. Bind him to the bed with the handcuffs he always
has with him and destroy his innocence. I let him feel what he will never
be able to feel from the Winged Master, Daisuke Niwa, the name he called
when he came. But it was I; I was the one that brought him to that disgusting,
painful (to him at least) bliss, not Niwa.
Right now I bet that poor Niwa boy is wondering what’s wrong with
Dark. I don’t blame him, I bet Daiki Niwa thought the same thing
whenwhen Dark ravished me on the roof of the museum over 40 years ago. It’s
not my fault my body seduces Dark the way it does, far as I know I’ve
always been rather beautiful. And as for Dark he’s never been able
to resist beautiful things, objects, places, people (either it be man
or woman)…of course he wouldn’t be able to resist me, no, not
at all.
I moan and spread my legs apart more wanting to feel more of his length,
his roughness, his warmth, him. But…no matter how much he tries,
no matter how fast or slow, how hard or how deep he goes, it’s never
enough. I want more, much more then he could ever give me, because I won’t
tell him. I won’t beg him to go harder, faster or deeper. It would
let him know the control he has over my body.
Right now I want him in me deeper, but I’m not slick enough yet.
I will not allow him to use lubricant; I want to feel him, all of him
with nothing between us, nothing to separate us at all. I make him do
me dry and enter me ie fae fast movement, not slowly. I want to bleed,
I love it when I bleed it makes me feel alive. I especially love it when
he makes me bleed.
He leans down to kiss me; I quickly turn my head to the side. I won’t
allow him to. Kissing me would let him know how much I want him, how much
my body needs him. I’ll admit that I’ve never really kissed
anyone, on the lips. I cannot let myself be that close to someone, anyone.
Dark sigh disappointedly, I just ignore it. What’s so great about
it anyways? “I wish you would let me taste your mouth…”
he whispers in my ear sending a shiver through my body. I ignore that
as well.
He obviously didn’t miss that. He begins to nibble my earlobe, hitting
his teeth along the earrings I wear in my ear. I wish he’s rip one
out. Though I doubt he’d ever would. I want to bleed more. I want
pain. Pain to add on to my pleasure. And then he hits it, that one spot
the makes my whole body tense, making me damn near scream for more. I’m
able to quiet myself through biting on my lip hard, making it bleed. Good
more blood. Dark bites on my ear hard when my muscles clench around his
member, it sends a jolt straight to my groin making me harder then I aly
y
am.
I want more, I want it hard and fast hitting that spot every thrust. I
can feel him grin as he only withdraws from me enough to thrust back into
me hitting that spot every fucking second. I want him to pull out completely
so I can feel him. On and on he continues this agonizing torture, my mind
is screaming for more but my mouth is screaming for nothing, nothing yet.
He keeps this up and I will be screaming, maybe it’s his plan. He
must know how my body craves him.
I arch up my back bring my hips off the ground to get more of him in me,
almost but not exactly begging him for more. I need him. He grips my hips
tightly to hold them in place as he continues his torture on me. I am
now screaming though I am not screaming out my pleas that are racing through
my mind. I can’t take this any more I need…
“More! Oh God I need more!” I cry before I realize I’ve
said it. He’s broken through every emotional barrier I had up, right
fucking through them. He wasn’t suppose to know I needed him, he
already knew I wanted him, my body told him that. He wasn’t suppose
to know. Now he does and he can have control.
“I can help you with that…” he purrs, straightens himself
up, a smirk formed on his lips. Using his firm grip on my hips he pulls
out slowly, too fucking slow before slamming back into me making me meet
him halfway through his thrust. I scream, each thrust he slams into me
harder, every thrust I scream louder then before. It’ll be over all
too soon, his movements are becoming more frantic and I feel as if I’m
about to explode.
In a matter of seconds I feel his release deep within me, as he groans
saying my name, I cum screaming his. He collapses on top of me, crushing
me under his weight. He looks at me and smiles. Slowly his lips search
for mine, kissing up my neck, across my jaw line until they cover my lips.
I do not resist his kiss because…
I am broken.
*End*
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