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      dogs_-_Character
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      starting_to_get_fun_again, Anal_Beads, beastiality, People_getting_fucked
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      Published: 2016-01-16 Chapters: 10/? Words: 10101
****** Welcome to hell ******
by LuxerionLynx
Summary
     This is a rewrite of How could this happen to me? In this rewrite I
     am hoping to clear up a lot of misunderstandings and this version
     will also include an few new things as well.
***** Character Information *****
Character information:
Dirk Strider: Also known as Bro Strider is a dark individual, who cares deeply
for his younger brother Dave. He runs a well known site along with doing
various other things as well.
Dave Strider: He was once alive but ended up taking taking his own Life due to
not being able to take it anymore.
Eli Lalonde: He is the twin brother of Dave who grew up with his neglectful
mother. His mother ended up getting remarried and has a Sister by the name
Rose.
John Egebert: He was one of Dave’s Internet friends that ended up moving to
Texas due to his dad’s Job.
Rose Lalonde: is Eli and Dave’s half sister. She lives in New York, with her
father. She was also another one of Dave’s Internet friends.
Spades Slick: one of Bros clients. He has a pension for removing useless items
from his pets. Which results in a lot of his pets not living very long.
Jade Harley: she is one of Dave’s Internet friends.
Roxy Lalonde: she is the mother of Dave, Eli and Rose. She has taken up
drinking as a way to cope. She ended up getting remarried in hopes of having a
normal life.
***** Chapter One *****
Chapter Summary
     TRIGGER WARNING SELF HARM IN THIS CHAPTER. PLEASE BE ADVISE OF THIS
     WHEN READING THE CHAPTER. ALSO CHARACTER DEATH!
Chapter Notes
     Hello everyone, I do apologize about the slow start. I have to get
     back into the swing of things so things may be a little bumpy but I
     swear I will get better. I also have to put that if you are not a big
     fan of the items that this fic. Will contain I kindly suggest not
     reading it. This is a work of pure fiction and nor would I do any of
     these things in real life. The original fic was started from a
     cherubplay role play.
     TRIGGER WARING THERE IS SELF HARM IN THIS CHAPTER PLEASE BE ADVISE
     WHEN YOU READ THIS CHAPTER.
     Again if you are not comfortable with anything that will be done in
     this fic then please do not read. As you can see I will try to make
     sure I have a trigger warning in the chapter summary and in the notes
     that way everyone will know what will be in the chapter for the most
     part.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
A lone teen sat in a bathtub in a high rise apartment. The apartment was
located in the shady part of Houston, Texas but for some reason it was the
nicest looking place there. The teen had pale blonde hair and crimson eyes that
were surrounded by dark rings since he didn't sleep much. His thin frame was
littered in freckles, bruises and scars. The teen went by the name Dave Strider
and at this point he was so tired of living. He was tired of the constant fear
of abuse from his guardian. He was tired of being a plaything for the masses.
He missed the times when his guardian was kind well kind enough were he got
actual food. The things that Dave has gone through and is currently going
through, no fifteen year olds should have to go through. He tried telling
people what was going on but it would always blow up in his face. This last
time which was no more the two months ago he had told a teacher what was going
on. Two days after that the teacher was found crushed in the bleachers and he
was left tied up in the locker room. After that encounter he had almost died
which at this point Dave wished he really had.
Now here he was pulled from school sitting in the bathtub with a razor blade in
his hand. The sounds of the shower could be heard going through the empty
apartment. Dave's guardian or how the teen refered to as Bro had gone out to
pick up a few things and wouldn't be back for a few days. That left plenty of
time for Dave to finally take his only way out. He had tried running and that
had ended just as badly as when he told someone.
Dave slowly places the razor at his elbow and starts to go down a stright line.
Soft hisses leave him when the water meets the bleeding wound. He shakily does
the same with his other arm watching his arms coat with the sticky subtance
that kept him alive. Dave knew that there were cameras located everywhere in
the apartment but he was sure Bro would be unable to check them until much
later. He leans back against the tub watching as his life slowly mingled with
the water.
 
In his last moments he thinks about his life and his friends that he did have.
Sure they would worry and John would probably be devastated but the blue haired
teen would get over it. Jade and Rose propably wouldn't be as upset as John but
he could be wrong. Soon Dave is unable to see anything as his eyes begin to
dull and the sound of the shower starts to sound like a dull hum. His body is
relaxed as he finally passes away.
When Bro finally makes it home he is meet to the silent sound of the apartment
which wasn't uncommon. The shower had long since shut it's self off thanks to a
timer that was set. When Bro finally makes it the bathroom he stops dead in his
tracks seeing the site in front of him. He rushes over to the tub and looks
visibly shaken up. He had finished up what he needed to do early and rushed
home to spend time with his now deceased brother. He sobs for what seems like
days but it was only hours. Once he was done with his mourning he leaves the
bathroom in order to pull down the entrance to the attic.
Once he had taken care of his baby bro he sat in the futon with his head in his
hands. One question kept going thorough was Why would Dave do this. Bro was
currently lost and not even Lil cal could comfort the grieving Strider.
A year passes that fateful day and Bro has moved on. He was currently in
Washington for a robot convention. He had stopped in a local park needing to
get away from the crowded convention center. He was sitting on a park bench
when he noticed a familiar head of blonde hair chatting with a group of people.
Something inside of him jumped at the idea before a smirk formed on his face.
Chapter End Notes
     Whelp that is all for the first chapter. I felt that it would be good
     to have a back story before jumping right into the shark tank.
     Thank you for those who have read this lovely start.
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Summary
     It's about to go down!
     TRIGGER WARING THERE IS KIDNAPPING AND MENTION OF ABUSE.
Chapter Notes
     I would like to say thank you for all the kudos. I am also working on
     what Bro did with Dave's body. Also fair warning the first few
     chapters may be a little short and I apologize about that.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Elijah also know as Eli for short lived a relatively normal life. He had
friends and was some what a social butterfly. The only difference was that his
mother was a drunk and abusive to boot. There were often times he was covering
his face up or wearing long sleeves just to hide cuts or bruises.
His birth father wasn’t around and nor could he remember a time when the guy
was ever around. His stepfather was hardly ever home due to his job. He
actually looked forwards to going to school since that meant he wouldn’t be at
home.
This current day started off like any other, he got up got dressed and left the
house before his mother woke up. He stopped at the local coffee shop in order
to grab a cup of Java and something to eat. The majority of the day after that
was spent at school.
After school he normally hung out with friends in the arcade before going home.
On this day he decided that he didn’t want to head home at that moment and went
to chill in the nearby park.
He would come down to the park from time to time when the stress of being home
got too much for him. The past year he had been coming there more often because
it felt like something or someone was missing.
Bro had came to the parks in hopes of seeing the pale blond head once more.
During his time though he had gone to see one of his friends. Though she hadn't
been to happy to see him no that he could. He had been watching Eli since the
teen came into the park. Of course when Eli went to leave he followed as well
not that the teen would have noticed.
The younger blond gets up and walks towards the exit with the intent of heading
home. He had slipped on a pair of headphones with some music playing from an
mp3 player. The teen wouldn’t know he was being followed.
He didn’t realize until it was to late and he was grabbed none too gently. He
takes note of the person who grabbed him before fighting to get out of the
others grip. “dude let go, I don’t have any money.” He snapped not intimated by
Bro’s much larger frame.
Bro’s eye brow raises a bit before tight in his grip on the teen. He quickly
does a once over of the teen that was in his grasp. He looked exactly like his
Dave. There were some differences though like the way the teen was dressed and
his eye color was a bit darker.
Eli’s voice of course missed the accent, which bro chalked it up to some one
brain washing his younger brother. Of course Dirk was going to have to keep the
boy looked up and anything that he harm himself out of the teens hands.
First though Dirk needed to get Eli to the safe house.
Eli had been fighting the whole time while he was examined by the psychotic
male holding him. His fighting picks up more once he sees the other move to
grab something. He doesn't relax seeing that Bro was just holding a set of
keys.
Bro on the other hand was getting tired of the teen ‘s constant movement moved
to quickly knock the teen out. He supports Eli’s unconscious body before
cradling the frail teen in his arms. Bro makes quick work to a van that he had
rented. It doesn’t take long for him to get to the safe house and carrying Eli
to a room. He leaves the room in order to wait for the teen to wake up.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry about the lack of dialogue in this chapter. I hope you still
     enjoyed it . I am currently working on the next chapter which it will
     be ready to be posted within the next few days.
***** Not a chapter *****
Hello everyone sorry about the lack of a new chapter. I am also sorry about how
short the chaptersame have been. Right now I am typing from my tablet since my
laptop has not been wanting to connect to the internet at the moment.
Work has also been keeping me busy since I work most of the week except 2 days.
So when I get home I am pretty much worn out and don't want to look at a screen
when I come home since I work with computers all day.
I am hoping to have a chapter posted though on Thursday or Friday. It depends
since I have to clean my room or I lose my current place of living and I can't
afford that right now.
***** Not a Chapter just another update *****
Sorry guys and I want to thank everyone who is being patient. I know I said I
would have had a few new chapters posted up but I have been major busy. I have
been working on making my room 'spotless and 'clean. My room is almost there I
just got to finish. Even though my room isn't that bad >.>. The reason for the
massive cleaning is because I don't want to lose my place of living and my room
mate it was a mess. Another reason for lack of updates is because I have been
playing undertale when I have not been cleaning. I have also been pretty sick
as well so I haven't felt like working on the few chapters that I have been
working on. I am hoping this is one of the last update things for a while.
I am hoping to have a new chapter posted up between Friday or Saturday.
***** Chapter three *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello everyone sorry about the delay on a new chapter. I am currently
     posting from my tablet since my laptop is having some issues.
     TRIGGER WARINGS: beatings, unwanted touching, bro being bro
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The young male slowly wakes up groaning softly. His eyes were closed since his
brain was still catching up to his body. Eli felt like he had been hit by two
trucks and smothered by a pillow. His brain started to process that he was on a
bed that felt better then the one that he had at home.
His eyes slowly open in order to look at his surroundings. His garnet eyes go
wide seeing that he wasn’t in his room. The room he was in was dimly lit and
had barely anything in it. He sits there for a moment before recalling what had
happened prior to him waking up to this room. He had been drugged and taken off
the street by some psycho who was going to do god knows what to him.
Eli slowly stands looking around the room for a weapon or an exit besides the
door. He has no luck on either he did mange to find the bathroom that just had
a small sink and toilet. He was able to solve his dry mouth issue thanks to the
sink water. His move were still sluggish but thanks to the water it wasn’t as
bad. The teen at the moment figures why not try the door since that was the
only thing that he hadn’t tried yet.
Eli nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears a lock being undone. He moves
away from the door not wanting to be in reaching distance of the person behind
the door just yet. He watches as the door slowly opens before the space is
filled with a body.
The space beyond the door is filled by a tall, broad shouldered man. He stands
with a slight slouch, but he moves like a snake. The pointed shades he wears
might be ridiculous if not for the sharp knife he carries. His face twists into
an unrecognizable expression and he lurches to the boys side. "Dave! You're ok"
His voice is choked with relief and he gives him no time to respond before
tugging him into a crushing embrace. Of course Bro had known when his little
bro had woken up since there was a few cameras hidden in the room. He had
waited to enter the room until the teen had approached the door.
 
To say the very least Eli is surprised when he was pulled into a crushing hug.
He tries to get out of the hold only to be held tighter. Eli is searching his
mind drawing a blank on who this person was. The younger male blinks confused
on what is going on. "Uhm..." Eli says softly just to get the other males
attention. "Sorry I think you have me confused with someone else." He said
finally. Eli could feel the flat of the knife digging into his side.
Dirk rubs Eli's shoulders and presses kisses into his hair. "Its ok now lil
man" He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the boy into his lap. "Your big
Bro's got you now. You're safe. Those two assholes who dare call themselves
your parents can't hurt you now" the older blond rocks him gently. The flat of
the blade remains pressed to the boys arm. This strange person doesn't seem to
mean him any harm. In fact he seems overjoyed that 'Dave' is well.
Eli is having a panic attack at the moment since he was freaked out to say the
very least.
He in tense in the others hold and doesn't seem to relax at all the main
reasons being some strange man was hugging him the other being that there was a
blade pressed against his arm.
Though he was pretty glad that the other didn't to seem to want to harm him at
the moment. "What happened to my parents?" He asked worry lacing his voice. The
teen was actually pretty close to them and he didn't want anything bad to
happen to them. Sure he and his parents would get into fights from time to time
but that didn't mean he hated them.
Bro frowns. "They aren't really your parents Dave. We're safe here, they wont
be able to find you now" moves back to touch his cheek fondly. Eli moves away
from the touch not wanting to be touched by this obviously deranged male. Bro
isn't fazed by that too much since his lil bro always hated being touched too
much after waking up.
"Don't you even remember me? I raised you for most of your fucking life after
mom and dad left" Bro's eyes search Eli's face desperately for some glimmer of
recognition "...what did they do to you..." he snapped the air taking a
sinister turn.
Eli stares at the other confused. "Dude I have never seen you before, plus my
name isn't Dave it is Elijah. I also have lived with my parents since forever."
He snapped at the other male. After he said that though Eli mentally kicked
himself in the head since that probably wasn't the best thing to say to some
crazed male that had a knife.
Bro's face falls, crushed that his little brother is so far gone. He draws a
breath and buries his sadness behind a mask of stone. He throws Dave roughly
away from him, back onto the bed. "I'm going to fucking kill them" the older
Strider hisses as he stands, clenching his fist around the knife.
 
Eli lets out a surprised noise when he is tossed like that. He thanked the
heavens that he had landed on something soft. The younger male glances up at
the male when he said the he was going to kill his parents. He jumps up to his
feet and grabs at the other. "Please don't." He pleaded with the other. He
couldn't leave Rose alone to find their parents dead and him missing.
Bro's hand flies on instinct when David touches him, driving the back of his
fist across the boys cheek in a vicious blow. It takes him only a moment to
recover "DAVE! Oh fuck Dave I'm sorry! You know you shouldn't grab me like
that" he hurries back to Eli's side "Are you hurt? let me see."
 
The younger male falls to the ground holding his cheek. He was used to getting
hits all the time but this was different. Eli shifts away from the other when
he got close to him afraid that he was just going to get hit again. When the
other asks him to show him his cheek the teen shakes his head no. He didn't
want the other near him at the moment.
Bro keeps his voice firm, Dave is acting afraid of him, and it makes him angry.
"Now Dave. Come here and let me see your cheek" There is a clear note of
warning to his voice "Stop acting like that. I'm only here to help you"
Eli goes tense at the sound of the other voice and slowly moves closer to the
other. Eli didn't voice about the other calling him by a name that belonged to
someone else. It is not like the shade wearing male would even listen. He moves
his hand away from his cheek so the other could look at it.
Bro takes his wrist, gently but firmly lest he try to cover it again. "Its
going to bruise, but you'll probably live." Kneels beside him and pulls Dave
close again. "I didn't mean it lil man. I guess they've gotten into your head
pretty bad if you're trying to protect them" strokes his hair "Look. How about
I put off killing anyone for now and we focus on trying to help you remember
who you are mm?"
 
"okay." He replied. The younger male would take a punch to the face any day
just to protect his mother and father. Eli didn't make a move to touch the
other when the last time he did that he ended up with a nice shiner forming on
his cheek now. Of he didn't think anything was wrong with him but something was
wrong with the other.
 
Bro slipped an arm under Eli's legs and easily lifted the small boy in his
arms, carrying him back to bed. "You'll feel better once we're back home, in
your old room. I brought some of your stuff with me though. Your camera, your
computer, some of your clothes." Bro lays him down and arranged him comfortably
Wrinkles his nose. "You'll definitely feel better once you're looking like your
old self again, and out of this shit. So very uncool lil man. I taught you
better fashion than this" His voice is teasing as he loosens the boys shoes.
 
The smaller blonde was slightly surprised that the other could lift him so
easily like he was a sack of potatoes. One thing that shocked him was the fact
that the other had said back home. That meant that this currently place that
they were in was where the crazed male lived. He looks down at his clothes see
nothing wrong with what he was wearing. He was curious though on why he was
being treated like he was fragile at this currentime moment.
Bro guides him up to a sitting position, all business. He's changed a few
pjamas in his time so he knows how to do this. "Arms up kiddo" Grabs the bottom
of his shirt "What do you want for dinner? We could order your favorite pizza
if you want."
 
"I am okay with wearing my clothes that I have on right now and Pizza is okay."
Eli replied. The male wasn't that keen on having the other dress him and moved
his hands to keep the shirt down. He was hoping that this action didn't anger
the older male in front of him. In the short time that Eli had been around the
other he has came to the conclusion that said man was psycho and liked to kill
things judging by that knife on his side.
 
The older strider sighs in annoyance "Dave that stupid outfit is coming off
right now, the easy way or the hard way. Your choice lil man" starts pulling
the back of the shirt up anyway. "You keep clinging so hard to little shit like
this and you'll never remember anything." he smirks "Like those so-called
parents of yours? I'm letting you cling to em for now, but I might change my
mind y'know?"
 
The teen lets out a sigh of defeat, before letting go of the shirt and lifts
his arms up. He shivers a bit when his shirt is taken off due to the cool air
going through the room. He wraps his arms around his chest feeling embarrassed
at the fact that someone he didn't even know was dressing him like he was a
toddler. He lifts his arms up when he was told again as another shirt was
slipped onto him. This one was luckily a long sleeved shirt that was a little
big on him in the arm area.
Bro smiles to see him in his old shirt, almost bring a tear to his eye. "You
lost weight lil man." Bro kisses his forehead as he undoes the boys pants next
"Don't worry you'll be healthy again in no time" Lifts him to slide the pants
down and off his hips, not even asking this time. Kissing his cheek for a job
well done. A stirring of memory and longing slows his hands. In that shirt Dave
just looks so much like himself. And they haven't been this close is such a
long long time... He rests his forehead against Dave's temple as his hands slow
down, letting his pants go only at mid thigh. Its difficult to contain himself.
Eli doesn't make a move to stop the other when he felt his pants being removed.
The teen is none the less confused when the other kisses his cheek and then
rests his forehead against his own. The younger blonde looks at the other
worried when he stops what he was doing. He could tell that the older blonde
was fighting against something. He grabs the pants that were up to his mid
thighs and pulls them up feeling uncomfortable.
Bro's hand moves down to stop him, mostly getting trapped in the leg of his
pants against his thigh. He lifts his head with a smirk "Stop fucking around
Dave. Just take em off, or do you seriously want me to undress you like you
were three again?"
"Fuck no." He hissed out trying to kick the other. There was no way he was
going to take his pants off just so the other could do god knows what to him.
Which he was sure he wasn't going to like what the other did to him
Bro frowns and lets Eli kick his thigh, impassively. "What did you just say to
me?" That note of warning has returned. Not going to let this little shit start
misbehaving, messed up memory or no. "You want to visit the playground again?
Is that what you want?"
Eli glared at the other with his red eyes not caring at the moment. Of course
he had no idea what the playground was. For all he knew it could be a normal
playground and if it was he might be able to get help though knowing the
psychotic male it could be something fucked up. He didn't stop trying to either
get away from the older Strider away or getting said male away from him.
The older strider strikes just the way he moves. Like a snake. His hands flash
up to grab Eli's shirt. With the cloth bunched tightly between his fingers he
can yank the boy into his fist. A lesson needs to be learned here. And it seems
he's going to have to beat it into the kid.
Eli is surprised by this movement and just stares at the other though his
struggling never ceases while he is being held like this. Sure maybe it wasn't
a bright idea but He had always lacked in that area from time to time.
Bro has no intention of stopping now.he presses Eli into the bed and kneels on
his chest. His fists never stop. All he sees now is red. Red in his eyes, red
on his face, red from his nose, red drizzling on his shirt
Eli goes limp do to the severeness of the beating and his voice is hoarse from
screaming. He ends up blacking out half way through which is a small blessing
on its own. Bro stops finally when he feels no movement coming from the body
underneath him. He looked at the bloody mess not feeling an amount of remorse
since in his mind the brat deserved it. The older Strider sets out an cleaning
up the wounds and making sure nothing was broken. Once those tasks had been
carried out he changes the teen before leaving the room since he had business
to take care of. The door closes softly locking the passed out teen in the
room.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading and I shall have the next chapter posted soon.
***** Update *****
Hello everyone and thank you to those who are still sticking around. I do
apologize about my lack of updates. I have been having a lot of family matters
going on and my Laptop was refusing to connect to the internet. I am currently
sick at the moment so this isn't an update. I need to go back through an reread
what I last posted and I shall work on the next chapter soon as well. Again
thanks to those of you who are still waiting patiently for a new chapter.
***** Chapter Four *****
Chapter Summary
     Trigger Warnings:
     Near Death
     Rotting limbs
     Bro being bro.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently. Sorry about the
     delay everyone been having a rough three months. Currently sick at
     this moment but felt that it would be best to post an actual chapter
     for you.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Eli comes to on what he believes to be the next day. It was hard to tell the
time by the room he was in since it lacked windows. He ached and really didn't
want to move at the moment. While he had been passed out Bro had changed the
teen out of his old clothing and was currently wearing what 'Dave' Normally
would. Eli turns his head and sees a plate of cold pizza sitting on the night
stand. Watching him from a near by chair was the creepiest puppet he had ever
seen in his life watching him. The teen turns his head away not wanting to look
at that creepy puppet any more.
 
Eli is left in the room for god knows how long with the creepy puppet. He was
just about to fall back to sleep when the door to the room was practically
kicked opened after being unlocked. Bro had taken a shower since he had been
out working a job and running a little errand before returning to the safe
house. Bro looked far less compassionate and worried before hand. He has a
small gift wrapped box in his hand.
The teens shoulders tense at the sound of the door being kicked in and doesn't
move to look at the other. He feels the bed dip to show that the other had sat
down on it. The younger blonde was hoping the other would just say whatever he
wanted and leave. The one thing that he didn't want to think about was that the
older male was going to murder him and then wear his skin as a shirt or
something.
"I wish you didn't make me do that Dave." Bro strokes the boys arm "I don't
like hurting you, but I need you to do as your told. For your own protection...
Come on look at me."
Well he doesn't seem to be trying to hurt him now "I thought of a great way to
help you remember."
Eli winces as he turns around to face the other. Of course he was going to
listen to the other since he was in loads of pain. Eli seriously doubted that
anything the other would get him to remember since he wasn't the person that
the other was looking for. Bro hisses. "Aw dude your face" brushes his hair
aside and presses a soft kiss to the corner of his bruised eye. He sighs "Well
we'll start it out easy. Who are you?"
The younger male flinches when the other goes to brush the hair out of his
messed up face. He made no other move though besides that. "Elijah Lalonde." He
replied softly since his voice was pretty much gone. "Wrong. Your name is Dave
Elisabeth Strider." Bro's fingers run through Daves hair, gripping a lock in
warning "Try it again. Who are you?"
The teen bites his lower lip while the other gripped a lock of his platinum
blonde hair. "Elijah Lalonde." He replied again. The response that he was
giving the other was just a trained response. Bro sighs heavily "Dave now I
know you're doing that on purpose. I guess I'm going to have to try something
different." The older Strider pushes him away, but not roughly, trying to roll
him back as he was, faced away from Bro. "try to work with me lil man."
The teen lays there looking at the wall not knowing what more the other could
want from him. 'As if I would work with that guy when I am obviously someone
else and not whoever this Dave person is.' He thought to himself.
 
Now the older Strider's hands move quickly and firmly. He wants Dave face down
on the bed and his hands above his head. He will straddle Dave to keep him from
turning and he gets a pair of handcuffs around Eli's hands and through the
metal headboard. The teen doesn't really fight since he doesn't have the energy
to do so at this currently moment. Plus he wasn't too keen on getting another
beating like the one from the night before.
"Good. Good job" He sits back on the teen's thighs. Patting his back in
approval. "Who am I Dave?"
"I don't know." He replied truthfully. The teen didn't say what he actually
wanted to say so he went with the safe option. Bro sighs "I'm Dirk Strider. I'm
your Brother dave. You've called me Bro since you could talk." He talks in
soothing tones, petting his back, his hips, sliding his fingertips under the
boys shirt. "Now try it again Who am I?"
"Bro." The teen replied not liking the others fingers going up his shirt at the
moment. There was no telling what the other would do with them once they were
on his skin.
"That's good, fuck that's so good to hear." His hands slide up Eli's back,
pushing the shirt up and baring his skin to Bro's gentle lips "Now tell me your
name, do it right this time." While bro is kissing his back his hands are
dropping to massage his rump. 'This is how he treats a brother?' Eli thought
feeling like a cornered animal. "Dave Elisabeth Strider." He replies his voice
shaking a bit. At this point the smaller blonde figured he would say just about
anything to get the other to stop. It's funny the things you would do or say
when your ass was on the line.
Bro groans happily and lays over Eli'sback. He hugs him lovingly. It would be
touching if Eli couldn't feel something hard pressed against his ass "I'm so
proud of you. Say it again. Say 'my name is Dave Strider." The hand has slipped
away from his ass, but has started to work on the buttons of his pants. The
younger male bites his lower lip. "My name is Dave Strider." The teen knew if
he didn't say it then he was afraid of being in a world of hurt even more. He
could feel the other on top of his back and could also feel his pants being
undone. The frighted teen buries his head into the pillow.
A hot hand envelops Eli's cock, stroking him lovingly "We'll be ok Dave, we'll
get through this. I love you so much. Do you love me Dave?"
Eli chokes back a sob before nodding his head not wanting to say it. Right now
at this very moment he wanted to vomit because of what the other was doing to
him.
Bro cuddles his precious little brother, grinding softly against his ass though
several layers of cloth. He concentrated hie efforts on Dave, on making him
grow hard. Wants his little brother to feel good, to remember how much he loves
his big bro. "I haven't had anyone since I lost you. Did anyone else touch
you?"
Eli looks at the blood stained pillow case thinking. He did have two
girlfriends not too long ago but other then that no one else in the past six
months. The teen just doesn't say a word since he was afraid that the other
might do something to the two girls.
"I know you missed me, even if you couldn't remember" cups his balls, rolling
his fingers across them "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you." Bro nudges
his pants further down to get them out of the way "I'll never let you go ever
again."
The teen tries to move away from Bro's hand at the last comment. If Dave wasn't
afraid before now he was freaked out because he had no idea what the other
would do to him in order to keep him in one place. "Please stop." He begged the
other finally turning his head just so he could speak.
"But you're so close to remembering Dave." Presses his thumb over the head of
Eli's cock "you want me to stop touching you and teasing you like this?" Bro
kisses his shoulder reassuringly.
"stop touching me. It hurts, Bro." He said. Eli wasn't lying about the pain
since being face down irritated the bruises on his face and the pain he was
feeling in his sides. He was really hoping that the other would stop. Bro
frowns "Don't lie to me Dave That doesn't hurt. I know it doesn't hurt. I could
make it hurt if I wanted to." grips him harder and grinds into his ass "Don't
you start fucking crying or I'm going to give you a -reason- to cry"
The teen bites back his pained noises by biting into the pillow as he fought
down tears. At any other time he would crack a bite the pillow I am going in
dry but right at this moment it seemed like that might happen. Bro returns his
attentions to Eli's cock. Expert fingers working their magic. He worried it
might be too soon to bed his little brother, but surely its never too soon to
make him feel good. He is determined to make the boy cum tonight so he'll
remember how much he loves his big bro.
Eli lets his body just take over since it was starting to feel good. While his
body took the helm his mind retreated into the depths to wait for the coast to
be clear. Any noise that were coming from him were muffled by the pillow. To
him it feels like the other had been jacking him off forever when he finally
released into the others hand.
 
Bro is so pleased. "Dave, look at me Dave. You did good, such a good job." He
tries to help Dave roll over without twisting his arms uncomfortably, wanting
to hold him.
Eli looks at the other. His mind was still on vacation as the other turned him
over still wearing the handcuffs and laid down with him in the bed. Eli was
then reminded of the box the other had brought but was afraid to ask because he
was also afraid of what was in it.
 
"I brought some of your videos. You remember those? We used to make movies
together. I would direct them and you were the star. You're kind of a celebrity
on the internet. All of your fans got pretty worried when you disappeared"
strokes his hair "You wanna watch one?"
"No thanks." Eli replied. Needless to say he wouldn't be shocked if the other
ignored him anyways and still put the tapes in. The blonde wasn't sure he
wanted to know what was on those tapes any ways or the type of fans that "he"
had.
"Tired huh? Well I guess we can do it later. Whats your name kiddo?" Seems like
this is going to be a common test for him. He may catch the glint of a key in
Bros hand.
"Dave." He replied. Of course he had seen the small key in the others hand. In
his mind he kept repeating his own name over and over again since he didn't
want to forget it. He was glad though that the other wasn't pushing the movies
onto him right now. "And who am I? do you love me?" Bro smiles as he leans
close to him, waiting for the answer. "Bro and I..." Eli starts to say the last
one and chokes unable to say something like that. Even if that one little
saying would set him free he couldn't.
Bro frowns a bit. "You what?" That tone again, that tone that says he has one
last chance to make things right
"I love you." He replied already starting to know what that tone meant. Dave
wanted out of the handcuffs though he was a bit more afraid of Bro.
The tension eases from Bro's shoulders and his hands relax. He leans over "Kiss
me lil man" He kisses him, fully expecting Dave to kiss him back, this is not
the sort of kiss that should happen among brothers, not in the least. Eli
returns the kiss softly and hesitantly. The teen couldn't believe that this man
did stuff like this to his younger brother.Since he knew this is something
family doesn't do though normally mothers don't blame their kids for their
father leaving and having to get married again to another guy that was never
home. But Bro loves him. Bro doesn't blame him for leaving, and he's already
promised never to abandon him like that. Surely he can see he's so much better
off here. The kisses are so tender and passionate. Dave has a real family here.
Real love.
As they kiss the cuffs loosen and Eli's hands are free. There is some bruising
forming on the pale skin but it was nothing compared to the dark bruises on the
teens face. The teen moves his hands and rubs at the wrist after the kiss is
broken. To his horror the creepy puppet was now on the bed staring at him. Dave
lets out a soft sigh before asking, "What is this thing and how is my mom
doing?" Eli really didn't expect the other to answer any of his questions since
bro really hasn't done that.
"Your kidnapper ain't so fine. I had a talk with her, let her know I didn't
appreciate her being so cruel to you. But I didn't kill her. I know you aren't
all better yet and that would make you upset. So I didn't...I should have..."
shakes his head sadly "Anyway That's m'man Lil Cal. He helped me raise you. He
missed you too." picks up the plushy hand and holds it out for Eli. "You ought
to give him a little bump hello man. He's been worried sick."
Eli bites his lower lip and wisely doesn't point out the fact that the older
male was the kidnapper not his mother. He was also a little upset about the
fact that the other had talked to his mother because that didn't mean she was
alright. He turns his attention back to the puppet and just looks at it. The
little plush fist edges close. Coooo~me ooo~n you know you wanna hit that "Aw
don't leave him hanging little bro. You don't want to upset him do you?" smirks
"He's never had my patient demeanor. Little hot-head this guy."
Eli looks at Lil Cal again before giving the plush hand a fist bump just to get
it away from him. He hoped that was the right course of action.
Bro seems pleased and the bared teeth of the puppet rattle happily. Bro gives
him an affectionate hug. "We're glad you're back. And don't worry. They aren't
looking for you any more. " nuzzles his soft hair. "You ought to eat you know.
You'll need your strength"
The noise the puppet made creeped the teen out. Eli tenses in the hug but
doesn't move to leave it. Eli then looks at the food that was hard from being
out in the open all night. "Not hungry right not." He said softly.
"Oh" Bro sounds so disappointed. "well I brought you a present" offers him the
little package he brought. "I know you'll love it." at least Bro isn't forcing
him to eat. ... Yet. Eli looks at the package before debating on opening or
not. The younger blonde opens it and stares at the contents inside said box.
Two freshly severed and drained fingers. Though it can be hard to identify a
person just by the shape of the finger, or the color of the manicure, the ring
leaves little doubt. These are, were, his mothers fingers.
Bro looks so proud of himself he could burst. "I know how you like to collect
dead things, I thought you might like a little memento. So I saved you a couple
pieces. "
The teen's blood goes cold at seeing the fingers. He had to fight back both the
tears and urge to vomit. Even though the woman had hurt him on more then one
occasion he still loved her because without her he would never be in this
world. He puts the lid back on the fingers. "Why?" He asked silently.
Bro felt something swell in him from the look his little bro is giving him. Bro
mistook the terrified look for one of love and touching. "Because I want you to
know there's nothing to be afraid of anymore. You're safe. No one is looking
for you now. No one will ever find you and take you away from me ever again."
smiles kindly "I wanted to bring you proof that old chapter in your life is
over for good."
Eli moved and looked at the crazed man. Since he wasn't wearing shades his
emotions were clearly shown. Anger and hatred was swirling through his crimson
orbs. He was angry at himself and Bro since he had fallen for the other saying
he wouldn't kill his mother. The comment that he made earlier now made sense.
His mom my not have died right away but he was sure she could be now due to
blood loss. Bro utterly misunderstands the look. "Now don't give me that look.
I couldn't take her head -and- leave her alive. I told you, I'll find you a
human head for your 18th birthday. You just have to wait"
"Why the hell would I want a human head or anything that once belonged to some
else." He muttered pushing the box of fingers away from him. Needless to say
the teen wanted nothing more then for the other to go away so he could vomit or
maybe he should vomit on the other. The second notion sounded like a good idea.
"Are you kidding? You've been bugging me for a head since you were six" Bro
plays idly with his hair "You want to come out and play some games? You've been
in here a long time"
 
"No I am gonna pass." He retorted not wanting to be near the other any more
that day. Dave had came to the conclusion that Dirk's younger brother was just
as fucked up as the male in this room. Though he couldn't really blame the
younger brother since that was all he knew due to being raised by this psycho.
"Oh? eager for a little more private time" Bro grabs the back of his neck. "go
on get on your knees, we'll see how much you remember" Bro almost hopes he's
forgotten how to suck cock, it feels so good when he chokes. "No." Eli hissed
out making no move to do as he told. He was not going to do anything the other
told him to when it came to something like this. The other wasn't going to lie
that he felt nervous with the hand on the back of his neck. "You really want to
play this game again? or is this your way of thanking me. You know I always
love it when you cry" Bro rubs his neck "C'mon you remember right? say 'No Bro
don't!'" he imitates daves plaintive wail. "'it hurt it huuurts'"
"Just leave me alone I am not your little brother." Eli snapped at the other
glaring at the male. He moves quickly out of the others hold and off the bed in
order to get away from the easily angered male.
"Why Dave? Why do you insist on trying to hurt me?" Bro rests his elbows on his
knees and folds his hands in front of his lips."I only want whats best for you.
I try so hard, I give you everything I have to give. But you only turn around
and lash out at me." his brow is furrowed and he shakes his head. "Why..."
"Because I am not Dave. I have never seen you in my life and you hurt my
mother. Sure she wasn't perfect but she was still my mother." He lashed out at
the other male not caring how sad male felt. The younger male was tired of
being quiet. He starts to make his way towards the door slowly keeping his eyes
on the other occupant in the room. Bro stands with Cal in hand. "Fine. You want
me to leave you alone, I'll leave you alone." he walks forward, unhurriedly.
The door is locked, he can beat against it all he wants, but it has a deadbolt,
and bro has the key. Eli comes to a halt when his back hit the back of the door
and he tries to twist the knob. When the door doesn't open he panics. Dave
watches the other male that he was trapped in the room with at the moment.
The teen had best move fast to avoid Bro's open hand reaching for his head, if
he gets a hold of the boy he will slam his head into the wall at his side again
and again. Eli moves quickly when the other was within reaching distance. He
moved around the small room trying not to get caught. Bro sneers. Unlocking the
door and slipping through with master ninja speed. The ungrateful little brat
wants him gone? Fine he'll go! See how Dave likes life without his caring Bro
to make him feel good! Dave can stay in his room! All he has with him is the
clothes on his back, his bed, his slowly rotting gift, stale pizza on a paper
plate, and a bare bulb above to illuminate it all. There is no window, no light
switch, no way to tell night from day. There is a tiny bathroom, the sink is
broken but he can drink from the toilet if he needs too. The lock is on Bro's
side of the door, and are the hinges, and unbeknownst to Eli a hidden camera
tucked in the palm sized air vent near the ceiling. Eli watches as the other
leaves and feels some relief and the it turns to dread.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading. I shall try to update another chapter as soon
     as I can. Sorry about the short chapters. I am hoping to make them
     longer.
***** Update *****
Hello everyone...I am so sorry about the lack of any update. I have been really
busy these last few months. My job has been offering overtime and I have been
taking it because you need that money. I was also helping my mom take care of
my aunt who was extremely sick. Sadly my aunt pasted away late April and the
funeral was in may. I had also moved during that time as well. I swear I
haven't forgotten about this fiction. Just been really busy.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     If you are not into this sort of thing then please heed the tags
     before reading.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry about the delay in an update. I have been really busy with both
     my aunt passing way a few months ago and moving around the same time.
     I figured I would get another chapter out to you guys since it has
     been awhile. Even if no one is still reading this I would feel better
     having it completed. In other news I am getting ready for an anime
     convention that will be happening in Nov.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Eli has no idea on how long he had been alone in the small room when Bro left.
At first he had a strong sense of dread, then that dread had turned into
relief. The relief was short lived before the fear came back when Bro didn't
come into the room the next day. To him three days passes quickly. He is curled
up on the floor in pain clinging to the blanket that had been in the room. At
this point he was feeling weak since he hadn't had much food. The pizza was
long gone at this point. He had found out that the sink was broken so he was
stuck getting water from the toilet. He didn't care at this point since he
needed the water. He had read some place that the body could survive a bit
longer without food but he would be dead if he went without water for three
days. After he gets his fill of water he lays down on the bed bored out of his
mind.
The teen spent a lot of time sleeping since he had nothing better to do.
Sleeping helped with the hunger but it made him feel worse each time he woke
up. Those three days then becomes a week which slowly turns into two. Through
out that time there was no sign of Bro. There was no change of day into night.
There was no sound, no touch; Only the pain of hunger and the smell of rotting
meat for his mother's fingers. As the end of the second week as drawing to a
close something finally happened. The light bulb which had been keeping the
room lit went out with a loud pop. The room was then filled with nothing but
darkness.
It doesn't take long until the teen starts to become delirious and crying out
for help. The deafening silence and darkness was enough to drive any one
insane. At that this point he had lost a lot of weight and hardly had the
strength to move. His tears had long dried up and he kept crying out until his
voice was no more. Eli fought to stay awake since he had a feeling that if he
fell asleep there was little chance that he would be waking up anytime soon.
Sometime during his delirium the light comes back. Bro has come back to him
like some angel out of a dream. He gathers up the fragile bones of his little
brother and cradles him like a precious treasure.
Bro presses the nipples of a bottle to his lips, its covered in something wet
but not water. Inside is a brew of Bro's own invention, nutritious and
hydrating. But he will only let him have a precious few sips for now so he wont
get sick. Bro rocks him and hums a lullaby like on would be a small child
would. Eli latches onto the nipple of the bottle. He gets a few sips before it
is taken from him causing him to chase the precious liquid but is unable to do
so. He was still delirious so he didn't know who was holding him but he thanked
them because if they didn't he would have died. He calms down a bit hearing the
humming.
Bro keeps giving him a little at a time, careful not to let him drink himself
sick. It's going to be a little while before Eli can handle solid foods again.
An IV would do the job faster, but Bro doesn't mind taking his time. He can sit
here and warm Dave in his arms forever. He felt memories stir when he used to
do this for the teen when he was small and defenseless. The other doesn't
object just sucking on the liquid like a new born baby. He slowly starts to
fall asleep after the contents of the bottle had been emptied. All Eli knew was
that some one had saved him but he was also afraid that when he woke up this
would have all been a dream and he was still actually stuck in that room.
When he wakes again he will be warm and comfortable, still curled up against
his bro. He's been moved to a different room now. The soft sounds of muppet
babies reruns in the background somewhere behind him. He and his bro are
stretched out on a couch in a new bare, water damaged room. Apart from the
couch there is a table with a tv on, a disorganized pile of movies and games on
the floor beside it. From where he sits he can see windows.
Unlike the rest of the room the windows are actually decorated with very
tasteful curtains and valance. It seems rather pointless though because the
windows are boarded up so tightly not even a trickle of light can get through.
The teen wakes up at some point to the sounds of the tv playing something. He
watches it taking note that he was in a different location and also took note
of the arms wrapped around him. He was able to move a bit but still not a lot
since he had spent two weeks in that room with nothing but water. He couldn't
bring himself to eat his mothers rotted fingers. He feels tears running down
his face finding out that he was actually still alive. That fact was the only
thing that mattered to him at this current moment.
A thumb wipes at his cheek. "Shhh. I got you." Bro brings the bottle to his
lips again "try a little more, you need the nutrients" Bro said. He felt that
he was such a good big bro!
The teen sucks on the bottle after a few moments of it being brought to his
lips. The scene to any normal person would be either doting or disturbing since
the way Dave looked.
Bro wipes away any stray droplets once the bottle is empty. "Don't try to talk
yet, your throat is going to be sore. But do you need to go potty? " The male
inquired. In his mind it was like Dave had been reborn. He kind of regrets
throwing away the diapers now. Dave nods his head slowly to the question. He
was slowly accepting that he was no longer Eli and was becoming Dave. The teen
didn't have the energy to be embarrassed by the fact that he had to basically
rely on the other right now. He was just glad there was no diapers though the
thought crossed his mind that it might be easier if there was since then he
wouldn't need to worry about the other trying to hold him over a toilet or
something else.
'Poor Dave.' Bro thought looking at the small bundle in his arms. Bro doesn't
seem to tire of carrying him. He even shifts Dave to one arm so he can grab
something from the hall as they pass. They don't go to the bathroom. Instead
Bro squats in a closet. He lays Dave's legs over his own to keep them open and
lets the rest of Dave's body recline against his chest. He places an empty
basin between his knees and reaches around Dave's body to open his pants. He
holds it for Dave like he were a toddler. "Go ahead. " he said.
It doesn't take long for the other to release the contents of his bladder. He
noticed the door to a room with locks littering the door and he was afraid that
he was being stuck back into that room. Once done Dave just stayed against the
other. The younger male was sure though he stunk horribly since he hadn't had a
shower in a while. Bro cleans him up. He doesn't mind the smell, still worried
he might be to weak for showers. "Do you want to go back to sleep lil man? "
brushes his hair out of his forehead. 'Lil man needs a haircut.' He thought to
himself.
The other didn't have to ask since the younger male was now passed out again.
He didn't feel the other brushing his forehead. The down side to Dave being
like this was that they were still at the first house and wouldn't be moving
until he was healed enough to be moved without dying. Some lessons are tougher
than others, but Bro doesn't mind nursing the little guy back to health. By
nighttime he will have to settle him back in bed, but this time he leaves the
door wide open. The light is still off but in the glow of the living room he
can hear and sometimes see his big brother working out there. Always close by
when Dave needed him.
Dave woke up at some point again and freaked out see that he was put back in
the room. He calmed down a bit when he saw that the door was open and not
closed like last time. He was able to see movement outside the door instead of
just seeing the door. Bro doesn't seem to notice him, still hard at work on a
computer. to his side Dave will find lil cal, his arms and legs wrapped around
a bottle to keep it cozy.
Dave looks at the puppet and then bottle he slowly reaches for it and slips it
into his mouth. After he finished the contents he fell back to sleep since his
body was still very weak at the moment. Bro would bathe Dave by rubbing him
with a warm wet cloth and soap.Every night he would tuck Dave in with kisses
and lullabies. Everyday Bro will ask him again. Who are you? Who am I? Do you
love me? And if he gave the right answer he would be showered in affection and
gentle care. Dave had answered every question correctly because he didn't want
to end up like that again. He had learned his lesson on not to cross the other
and if Bro was happy then he was safe. Slowly he was being to forget little
details about his past life. The process of him regaining some of his strength
to were he could at least sit on his own. It takes another two weeks for him to
start walking. Of course he had to move slowly. Bro is there every step of the
way helping Dave up when ever he fell. When the teen was walking on his own he
was felt so proud of the teen.
Once he was walking again it wasn't uncommon for his Bro to add a little extra
something to their bedtime routine, Touching him, even putting Dave in his
mouth. Knows his little bro always sleeps better when he cums first. While they
were resting or playing games he might sometimes take Dave's hand and put it on
his own pants, maybe guide his fingers, showing them how to move. At first Dave
is reluctant but after the constant repeat of the activities he grows used to
it. He is sleeping when he is moved to van after Bro had packed up everything
from the safe house. The safe house was set on fire before he got into the van
leaving no trace that he or the teen had been in the home.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading and I am hoping to have another chapter posted
     later tonight or early tomorrow. Also in case any of you are
     wondering during this ordeal Eli lost his sense of self so from this
     chapter forward I am going to be referring to him as Dave. I
     apologize about the confusion.
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s, laughing at stories about their new
classmates. She hadn’t realized until then just how much she missed having them
around. She did her best to try and remember she needed to make more time for
each of them after all she had been so blinded by trying to be a good leader
that she hadn’t realized she was neglecting her friends in order to do so. Not
that they would ever hold it against her. A fact Lexa was constantly thankful
for but nonetheless she couldn’t continue the way that she was.
She was thankful for her flats as she slightly stumbled her way into the dance
when a pair of hands reached out and grabbed her in order to steady her. “Are
you drunk?” An all too familiar voice asked before she noticed it was Clarke’s
hands on her hips.
“Clarke!” She exclaimed tossing her arms excitedly around her shoulders, “You
look so beautiful tonight! Not that you don’t always because wow do you always
look gorgeous it’s kind of unfair how beautiful you look. Or how sexy you look
for that matter especially in those long sleep shirts it’s really quite hard
for people to really go about their lives with your legs for days.” Suddenly
she realized that she was saying everything that came to her mind.
The bright smile on Clarke’s face calmed her nerves. She really wanted to hate
her for that but with the alcohol running through her system all she wanted to
do was pull Clarke to her and kiss her. She missed the physical connection with
someone and she was right there. So close that she really wouldn’t have to do
much to kiss her. “Lexa.” She whispered quietly. It sounded so much like a
prayer that she started leaning in to seal their lips together. “We shouldn’t.
Let’s dance first, okay?” She offered stepping away and dropping her hands
before grabbing a hold of Lexa’s. She saw the flicker of sadness in Clarke’s
blue eyes and it was another thing she filed away to analyze later about what
it meant.
They were pressed between other grinding couples when Clarke carefully spun her
to press Lexa’s back to Clarke’s front. They moved together in sync with
Clarke’s hands on her hips keeping her steady. She purposefully ground back
into her pulling a delicious sounding moan that turned Lexa on even more. She
wanted nothing more than to experiment on different ways to cause Clarke to
make those sounds.
She didn’t realize she said the words out loud until she felt the rumble of
laughter against her back, “You’re making this much more difficult on me. It’s
already taking every single ounce of willpower to not take you back to our room
and see if you can stay true to your words.”
She clumsily turned around to face the blonde with a curious grin tugging on
her lips, “Then why aren’t we on our way?”
She didn’t miss the way that the sadness came back and she hated that. She
hated whenever Clarke didn’t look like the happy girl that she should always
be. She leaned in wanting to kiss the frown away but instead of a warm embrace
she was met with nothing but air. When she opened her eyes she saw that Clarke
had stepped away shaking her head. “This is a bad idea, Lexa. I’ll see you in
the room later, okay?”
And like that she was gone. A feeling of dread filled her as she stood there at
a loss. The alcohol was taking it’s toll on the young woman and rather than
risk embarrassing herself any farther she instead decided perhaps going to bed
would be the best idea. Tomorrow she was going to have to deal with the
consequences of her actions.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry this update took longer than usual to post. The last few
     days have been a personal hell for me making it difficult for me to
     get this done. Hopefully this week will be better!
     As always my tumblr is clarekgriffin if you want to come stalk me or
     something!
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Look at that,” Gustus said nodding towards Lexa who had suddenly engulfed her
roommate in her arms.
Anya knew that the alcohol they had given her had more to do with the sudden
affectionate woman than anything else but still she couldn’t help but roll her
eyes. This had been the plan all along though. To fake drunk long enough to
actually get Lexa to drink so she would loosen up. “Let us just hope she
doesn’t end up with a broken heart because of this.”
“She is already heart broken, Anya. We are hoping to repair that damage with
this.”
She knew that he was right but she could only count all the ways that this
could go wrong. All the ways that Lexa would come to hate them for trying to
force her to move on to quickly. While they each went off to be the normal
teenagers everyone seemed to believe they were she made sure to keep an eye on
her friend. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Clarke she just didn’t trust anyone
when it came to Lexa. The two had been like sisters since they were young which
made it all the more important to her that her friend didn’t end up hurt.
She kept to the sides of the room never interacting with anyone just in case
she had to sweep in to save Lexa from herself. Or from Clarke if she tried
anything Anya deemed that her friend wasn’t prepared for yet. It barely took a
song before watched the blonde walk away leaving Lexa alone and looking like
she was doing her best to not show how wounded she was.
She pushed everyone out of her way until she finally reached her wrapping her
arms tightly around her. “Come along,” she whispered in her ear before
directing her out of the dance. It took twice as long as she had hoped it would
to get past the sweating teenagers but once they were free of the crowd they
were able to move much quicker. After years of knowing the girl she knew she
would want to be somewhere private. Somewhere that her showing any weakness
wouldn’t be judged and so they went back to Anya’s room. Sure they could have
gone back to Lexa’s but she didn’t want to run the risk of Clarke showing up
when her friend didn’t need to see her.
Lexa didn’t waste a moment making herself comfortable once they were in the
room. She quickly had herself wrapped around in a blanket and propped against
her headboard. “She doesn’t like me.” She said the words were slightly slurred
but she understood what her friend meant.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Anya said as she sat gently down beside her
friend. “For one she would be absolutely insane if she didn’t want you. While I
don’t care for the woman she doesn’t strike me as insane. And for another I saw
her face tonight. The look on her face didn’t look like she wasn’t just as into
it as you were. She has honor, Lexa. Enough that she more than likely didn’t
want to take advantage of you.”
Lexa’s face turned from one of deep sadness to confusion so quickly that it
took a lot for Anya to not find amusement. “But she wouldn’t be taking
advantage of me. I want it.”
She shook her head finally taking her friend into her arms in order to
physically comfort her, “But she doesn’t know that. She just knows that you
lost Costia only a short while ago and she probably would feel wrong if she
pushed you into something you very well might not be ready for. Just see it
from her point of view, Lexa.”
There was a long silence between the two that Anya was beginning to believe
that Lexa had drifted off to sleep and she was about to get up and prepare a
bed on the floor for herself when she finally heard “Do you think Costia would
hate me for moving on so quickly?”
The question had Anya sitting up so quickly to face her. She took in the sad
red rimmed eyes, the quivering lip, the exhaustion that had overtaken her
friend. She knew the last few weeks had been anything but easy for her but she
hadn’t realized just how much guilt seemed to be resting on her shoulders.
“Absolutely not.” She said finally taking Lexa’s face in between her hands to
make sure that she was paying attention to her. “If anything Costia would want
this for you. You knew her better than anyone else therefore you already know
deep down that this is what she wants. She would absolutely hate for you to be
in pain and to keep yourself from falling in love again. Besides if I knew her
as well as I believe I do I think she would have loved Clarke. Which is hard
for me to say, but she would have.”
Lexa nodded slowly before offering the weakest smile that Anya had ever seen
but she’d take it. “I think I’m just going to go to sleep, okay?”
Anya didn’t argue with her as she moved from the bed. She just hoped that sleep
would help Lexa come to terms with everything.
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“Oh God,” Lexa moaned as she covered her eyes with the heels of her hands. Her
head was already pulsing in pain as she forced herself to wake up. It took a
few disorienting moments for her to realize she wasn’t in her bed when
everything came flooding back to her. Anya came into her eyesight offering a
cup of water and a few pills, both of which she accepted happily. “Was last
night as bad as I remember it?”
“That depends on what you remember.” The words didn’t bring her any comfort as
she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. “You tried to sleep
with your roommate and when she didn’t take advantage of you we came back
here.”
“So I remember everything.” She sighed heavily slightly shaking her head. “How
do I apologize?”
“Just explain to her what happened. She seems to be a very intelligent woman I
doubt giving her something as a bribe will work in your favor. Now if you don’t
mind I would like my bed back.” The very slight smile on Anya’s face told her
that she wasn’t truly being kicked out but it was for her own benefit to leave.
The quiet walk back to her own room was miserable with the bright sun that
seemed as if it was taunting her. The rest of the students though seemed to
still be in bed leaving the campus in a quiet silence. It was weird to make the
walk back without running into anyone but it gave her time to think over what
she would say to Clarke. She couldn’t believe her actions but there was nothing
she could do to change that now.
She quietly pushed open the door to their room expecting to see Clarke still
asleep in bed since it was a Saturday and she rarely woke up before 10. Instead
she saw her roommate sitting on her bed with her knees to her chest looking
completely exhausted. Her head snapped up to meet her gaze. “You’re back,” her
voice was quiet and it just hit Lexa that Clarke thought she wouldn’t come
back.
“Of course I am,” She kept her voice low before joining her on her bed. After a
moment she took Clarke’s hand into her’s drawing small circles into the skin
with her thumb. “I was massively out of line last night and there’s no excuse
for my actions. I can only hope that you’re able to find it in you to forgive
me.”
A strangled laugh pulled her gaze back over to her. “You’re asking me for
forgiveness when I should be the one doing so. Nothing you did last night was
out of line. Not to me. I’m the one who nearly took advantage of you.”
“But you didn’t!” There was barely a pause between them when she spoke the
words. “And it wouldn’t have been taking advantage of me. I wanted it. I-,” She
took a deep breath knowing that everything held on the balance for them with
her words. “I want it. I’m just not sure I’m ready for it all. Not yet.”
“So we wait.”
Chapter End Notes
     Wow this was a difficult chapter for me to write! Getting into Anya's
     head space was almost impossible for me which is why this chapter is
     fairly short and took longer for me to write. The next one though
     will be longer!
     Thank-you again for the constant support for this story. From the
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***** Chapter 8 *****
Things had become quiet after the dance. There were still fights that broke out
but they were spread apart with days of peace. Something that both Clarke and
Lexa were thankful for. The basketball season was approaching and there were
still arguments about how it would be handled. Clarke wanted to have open
tryouts to give everyone a chance while Lexa knew who her best players were and
thought they shouldn’t have to fight for a place on the team. In the end they
went with Clarke’s way. Lexa did her best to ignore her for two days following
the incident. She knew Clarke was right, but basketball had been the last piece
of her old life she had and now she had to adjust to sharing that with Clarke
too.
Her breath was knocked out of her suddenly when a basketball slammed into her
stomach. She looked up quickly to see a stern Anya standing there with raised
eyebrows challenging her to say anything. Lexa already knew that her head
wasn’t where she needed it to be she didn’t need the ‘kind’ reminder from her
friend of it. Growling to herself she dropped the ball and sulked over to where
Clarke stood surrounded by what Lexa deemed ‘Clarke’s team’. She knew that they
were one team and they needed to be past everything, but there was something
about losing this last part of something that had always just been hers that
lit something inside her.
Once she came to a stop in front of the blonde and her friends she stood there
until Clarke finally met her gaze evenly, “If it isn’t too much of a bother I’d
like to start practice now.” She bit off before turning on her heels to leave.
She knew it was rude and she had caught the momentary hurt that flashed across
Clarke’s face but it wasn’t enough to stop her. Ever since the morning after
the dance it seemed as if Lexa was on a mission to destroy whatever chance in
hell she had with Clarke. Part of her hated herself for it. The other part
realized why she was doing it. She couldn’t get hurt again.
“Five minute drills!” Lexa’s voice shouted across the gym to get everyone’s
attention to begin the intense practice that she had been all to use to running
in TonDC. It seemed though that Clarke was willing to let her run the practice
how she saw fit thankfully. She honestly had no idea what she would have said
or done if Clarke had poked her head in and tried to say something about it.
She found herself bent half over with her hands resting on her knees while she
panted heavily trying to catch her breath. Painfully she turned her head and
saw that many of her teammates were in similar positions panting. She nodded
toward Clarke bringing an end to the practice. She heard several groans while
some bodies fell to the floor in exhaustion. She did her best to hide her small
laugh that caused a grimace to cross her face.
Over a half hour period the team slowly disbursed to go do whatever they did in
order to heal after an intense practice. She stood up slowly from zipping her
bag noticing that Anya was halfway to the door. “Don’t forget we’re having
dinner together tomorrow!” She called out. Lexa laughed as Anya waved tiredly
at her.
She had been too caught up in saying goodbye that she didn’t realize that with
her friend leaving it left her completely alone with Clarke. At least not until
Clarke was right in front of her. It didn’t take a genius to know that Lexa had
been pushing her buttons since the dance but now she was up close and personal
with the damage she was doing.
It seemed as if personal space wasn’t something that Clarke thought of as she
made sure there was no space between the two. With every step backwards that
Lexa took she watched as Clarke took one forwards. It didn’t take long for her
to find herself with her back flush against the lockers.
“What the hell is your problem, Lexa?” The blonde nearly spat out never once
losing eye contact with her.
Lexa would be damned though if she was the one to cave first. “What do you
mean? I was out there making our team better while you were trying to be their
best friend!”
“As if you know the first thing about being a friend. Anytime anyone gets near
you, you block them out. You’re too scared that you’re going to get hurt again
but all you’re doing is hurting yourself.”
The words stung as they came out. So Clarke wasn’t as blind as Lexa had hoped
she was. She thought she was doing a good job of pushing her away so that she
wouldn’t be interested but it seemed as if she was doing the opposite. She was
just proving Clarke right.
Lexa did her best to stand a little taller and glare down the other woman. “You
don’t know the first thing about me, so don’t try to pretend you understand why
I make the choices that I do.”
Clarke scoffed at her. “You’re kidding, right? I understand. I understand
you’re to stubborn to see that instead of preventing yourself from getting hurt
again you’re just preventing yourself from being happy again. I also know you
need to get that stick out of your ass if you want this team to actually be
successful. Unless you don’t want that anymore then by all means continue on
your ways of absolutely destroying everything either of us has ever worked to
build!” Clarke’s voice had raised during her rant until she was nearly yelling
at the other woman. It was clear, even to Lexa, how much Clarke wanted for her
to see that damaging them wasn’t just hurting Lexa anymore. And she wasn’t
entirely sure she could live with herself if she hurt Clarke more than she had.
“What if you die?” The words slipped out before Lexa could control what her
mouth was saying. It had been a constant fear that plagued her since the dance.
What if she lost Clarke just like she lost Costia. She wasn’t sure she could
handle that.
She didn’t have any time to process what it meant for her to admit her fear
before she felt Clarke’s lips pressed against her own. Though it was a simple
kiss she felt the passion that burned in the other woman through it. Clarke’s
hands came up to rest against her cheek’s, holding her into the kiss for a
moment longer before finally breaking it. “I’m not Costia. I’m Clarke. And even
if I do die I’d much rather have spent the last months or years of my life with
you than spending them at one another’s throats constantly.”
“I don’t know being at one another’s throats can be a lot more fun than you
seem to be making it out to be.” The words came out as a purr and god did she
hate herself for that but it was too late and she wasn’t even sure she wanted
to take them back before she closed the distance between them in order to kiss
her again. Lexa’s hands reached up grabbing a hold of Clarke’s jersey in her
hands using the material to pull her tighter to her until there wasn’t any
space left between the two.
A nearby door slammed closed pulling the two away from each other momentarily.
She didn’t move in fear of breaking whatever it was that was happening between
them but she watched as Clarke took one small step backwards hesitating.
“Perhaps we should continue this in our room?” She suggested tilting her head
ever so slightly to the side and all Lexa could focus on was how much she
wanted to explore the skin she was baring, and possibly all of her.
She didn’t hesitate for a moment as she leaned down picking up her bag. “The
last one to our room has to take their shirt off first.” Her words were a
challenge for them both before they took off for their room.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It turned out that if there was something Clarke really wanted she could move
quickly in order to get it. Tonight it just so happened that the one thing
Clarke wanted was for her roommate to remove her shirt. Not that Lexa was
exactly complaining because even if she did lose their little race she had
every plan in the world to make sure it wasn’t just her shirt coming off that
night.
They made it to the dorm in record timing Lexa noted as she pulled her shirt
over her head. Her eyes barely left Clarke’s figure as she watched the blonde
teasingly taking her time putting her bag away. It felt like an eternity before
she finally turned around taking in Lexa’s bare stomach. It sent shivers down
her back having her roommate’s blue eyes slowly take in her entire body. She
wasn’t self conscious by any means but the way that Clarke was looking at her
was entirely predatory and it was a huge turn on for her.
Clarke didn’t move any closer to her but rather took a step backwards in order
to lean against her desk. If she didn’t know the woman better she would wonder
if something changed. But she saw how Clarke dug her fingers into the edge of
the wood as if it were somehow able to hold her back if she decided to throw
caution to the wind and close the space between them again.
Instead of waiting for Clarke to make the moves Lexa took the few steps in
order to close the space between them. She kept a few inches between them
though. Smirking she lifted her hand up in order to tuck a blonde curl behind
Clarke’s ear. “You know it’s almost as if you’re scared to touch me,” she
whispered quietly finally dragging her eyes upwards to meet Clarke’s gaze.
She watched as Clarke took a deep breath. “If I give in I won’t stop.” She
admitted. Suddenly the change in the other woman made sense. She was scared
Lexa had changed her mind, or even that she wasn’t ready for this. Except she
was because she knew this is what Costia would have wanted for her. She moved
to cup both sides of Clarke’s face and pull her closer to her in order to press
a passionate kiss to her lips. She pulled away leaving the smallest of space
between their lips when she heard “Fuck it.” come from Clarke before she found
herself stumbling backwards by the force of Clarke pushing her backwards until
she landed on her own bed.
Lexa lifted herself up so that she was leaning on her elbows in order to watch
as Clarke licked her lips. “Do you see something you like?” She asked curiously
cocking her eyebrows up.
Clarke’s laughter filled the room as Lexa pulled herself up to actually sit.
Her roommate’s hand came down to tenderly run through her hair. “I do actually.
I’m just not sure where to begin with you,” She admitted softly.
Reaching up she bunched the bottom of Clarke’s jersey in her hands before
beginning to tug upwards. “I have an idea. Now get down here and help me.”
She watched in slight disbelief as Clarke helped her pull the shirt over her
head. She wasn’t sure if her mouth was hanging wide open but she was willing to
bet that it was. Every curve about Clarke was absolutely perfect. She carefully
lifted her hand to run along the skin right above the waistband of Clarke’s
shorts. Lexa felt her chest rising and falling heavily words truly failed to
describe what it was like to have Clarke above her. She felt her juices pooling
at her center but she was too distracted by the woman above her to care much
about it. She knew at some point that evening it’d be dealt with but she wanted
to explore the gorgeous goddess above her before then.
“Are you going to just lay there and stare at me or are you going to do
something?” The challenge was clear in Clarke’s voice and it brought Lexa out
of her daze in order for her to surge upwards to capture Clarke’s lips with her
own.
She was so preoccupied by Clarke’s lips that she didn’t realize she was moving
until she felt hands reaching behind her in order to unhook her bra and remove
it. Slow kisses peppered her skin from the corner of her mouth to the side of
her neck and down her shoulder until Clarke’s mouth found a nipple and pulled
it between her lips. Lexa’s head fell back in pleasure as Clarke pulled a moan
from her as she alternated between licking along the hardened nipple and pull
at it between her teeth.
Lexa ground her core into Clarke’s thigh seeking any sort of fraction she would
be able to find. She felt the loss of her mouth on her breast causing her to
look down at her confused. Clarke sat there looking up at her with a wide grin
while she wordlessly pushed Lexa to lay on her back. Before she could ask what
was going on she felt her shorts suddenly being tugged from her waist. “Now to
get to the good part.” She heard Clarke purr as her underwear soon joined her
shorts leaving her completely bare to her gaze. She felt one of Clarke’s
fingers run along her clit tenderly, completely teasing her and driving her
crazy. “You’re so wet, Lexa. When was the last time you took care of your
needs?” As she spoke she lowered herself in order to trail after her finger.
Lexa found herself unable to answer as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She
barely had enough mental capacity to reach down and tenderly run her fingers
through the blonde locks that moved between her thighs. Suddenly the feeling of
her clit being sucked into Clarke’s mouth had Lexa arching off the bed
muttering “Fuck” under her breath as her head fell back to land on her pillows.
Clarke took that as encouragement sliding a long finger into her. The pace was
slow as she pulled the degit out and gradually back in. “Clarke,” the name was
strained as Lexa closed her eyes tightly, “I swear on all that is holy if you
don’t pick up the pace…”
She wasn’t given time to finish her idle threat when she felt a second finger
slide into her, stretching her slightly. Thankfully pace picked up. With
Clarke’s tongue swirling it’s away around her clit while her fingers worked
their way in and out of her occasionally bending themselves to hit just the
right nerve at the right moment.
The build up was slow and torturous at moments. Just as she felt herself almost
to the tipping point of pleasure, Clarke backed off. Slowing down to a
leisurely pace. She was so close to pushing her away and going the job herself
when Clarke picked up rapid pace and seemed bent on finally pushing her over
into post orgasm bliss. Her mouth sucked her folds between her lips, her tongue
swirling around in tight controlled circles and soon Lexa found herself over
the edge and panting Clarke’s name. She felt a gentle hand reach up and come to
rest on her cheek as she slowly came down from her orgasm.
Clarke moved to lay beside her, carefully tucking herself into Lexa’s side as
she peppered sweet kisses along her neck. “You are so utterly gorgeous when
you’re getting off,” she whispered into her ear before tugging on her earlobe
gently.
With ease Lexa rolled over to pin Clarke under her, “Well I think it’s time I
find out how you look when you’re moaning my name.” She moved to lean down in
order to kiss her when Clarke turned her head at the last moment causing her to
miss and kiss her cheek instead. She pulled away in order to look down at her
knowing her confusion was clear on her face and she didn’t need to ask what was
going on.
“Tonight was about you,” Clarke explained as she rubbed soothing circles into
Lexa’s thighs. “I want the focus to be all about you. Next time though it can
be all about me.”
The girls wore matching smirks as she leaned down again this time actually
kissing her gently on the lips. “But what makes me happy is you being naked and
me doing everything I’ve dreamed about the last few weeks with you.” The
admission came a lot easier than she had expected it would but she was glad
that it was out there. She didn’t want there to be any doubt that she wanted
this just as much as Clarke did.
“Well,” She said quietly reaching up to run a finger around the outside curve
of Lexa’s breast, “I never said I couldn’t be naked too.”
She felt herself being shoved to the side in order to watch Clarke slowly slide
her shorts off revealing the tiny white lace underwear underneath. Not that she
gave her to long to admire them before she was met with the view of Clarke
Griffin completely naked in front of her. This woman was truly going to be the
death of her, and to be frank she couldn’t find it in herself to care that she
was.
Chapter End Notes
     And there you go! Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait. Writer's
     block has sadly taken me into it's nasty grip so writing the last few
     chapters has been hard. I'm going to do my best to get another
     chapter out within the next week because then my life becomes a busy
     mess for a few weeks plus I want to work on a few other writing
     projects to hopefully get out of this block and return with better
     chapters.
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