Break me

"Graverobber?" The little voice in the dark was hesitant, timid. He turned a little, just his head, face rubbing against the arm he had tucked behind his head, the hair he kept half up tugging a bit at the back of his skull. He could see her, kind of, in the dark. She was so pale, her skin semed to glow a bit in the dark, like a much dimmer, less blue version of Zydrate. Her eyes shone from the dark circles of her makeup.
"What is it, Kid?" No inflection to the question. That had taken a lot of work when he was younger. Now, it was second nature. He was tired. You couldn't tell. It made him glad, not that you could tell that either.
"I..." She stopped, looked away, Probably blushing, he thought.
He just waited, letting the silence grow until she would find it unbearable. Which should be about... now.
"Graverobber," She began again, exhaling deeply, then sucking air in between her teeth, so she could blurt out quickly, "Would you have sex with me?"
She couldn't look at him. Cute.
He smirked in the darkness, well aware that the contrast between his white face and darkened lips made him highly visible, even in this half light. He consdered shaking his head no, but decided not to. His hair would pull.
"We've been through this kid. I'd hurt you." Amusement in his voice now. Carefully calculated to annoy and embarass her.
Condescention.
She made a frusturated sound in the back of her throat. His smirk widened.
"I want you to." She told him, her voice unsteady, quiet, and her face turned away. He nearly choked on his grin.
What? He swallowed, serious now.
"You don't know what you're talking about, little girl."
She spun, eyes angry as she glared at him.
"I am TIRED of being somebody's china doll, precious and wrapped up so I don't shatter. I wish..." She breathed out again.
"Graverobber, would you break me?"
He nearly moaned.
Damnit. That shouldn't sound so hot. Or so tempting. What the fuck was wrong with him?
"How old are you, kid?" If he'd known, he'd forgotten. Young, though. Too young.
"EIghteen. I'm an adult now." Her chin came up, and she sounded proud, firm. The effect was sullied slightly by the shake in her voice. He smirked and sat up, an evil thought entering his mind, banishing the weariness in his bones. He put a hand on her cheek, directing her face towards the light with two fingers on her chin with his other hand, tilting so he could see her. Her eyes were huge, but she leaned in towards him, her lips parted ever so slightly, seeking his. He leaned in and kissed her, careful, gentle. She relaxed into his touch, and he deepened the kiss, licking her lips, asking for permission, requesting enterance.
She opened her mouth and let him in, her tongue twining inexpertly with his. His hand crept down her cheek, glanced for a moment across her jaw, light fngertip touches, feeling her moving as she tried to keep up with him. He slid lower, the back of his hand rubbing down her neck. Very slow, very gentle. Then he changed. He bit down on her lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood. His fingers wrapped around her tiny throat, squeezing a little, drawing her forward and then slamming her backwards against the ground, feeling her muscles stiffen as she cried out in a mixture of surprise and pain. He let about half his weight fall on her, and forced her legs open with his knee. He felt coldness growing in his chest, felt sick to his stomach. Wrong, bad, sick, wrong. He pressed the knee into the juncture of her thighs, grinding into her as hard as he thought she could take. He abandoned her mouth and ran his tongue in one rough stroke down her neck, squeezing her throat again. What if he lost control, just fucked her now?
No.
She was gasping in air the moment her lips were freed.
"Graverobber, please, stop!" He paused, not entirely sure how he'd react. Part of him wanted to keep going, really lose control, fuck her beyond sense or recognition. He stopped and rolled away from her, moving back to his original position.
From his reclining position on the garbage bag, he smirked at her, and watched her carefully, warily, trying to gauge her reaction.
He forced himself to remember how to breathe.
"You may be an adult." He told her bluntly, his voice ragged with... could you call it anything but lust? "But that does not mean you are all grown up. Or ready." He still felt ill. Fuck.
He half hoped she'd run away now, hoped she'd get smart, and run off, and leave him, so he didn't hurt her.
He didn't want her just to become more alley decoration, beautiful and useless, like shattered glass.
Pretty, but damaged, and useless.
He watched her carefully. She sat up slowly, rubbing at the wet spot on her neck and looking confused, and a bit like her feelings had been hurt. He felt another guilty twinge. It had been a rude, stupid stunt. He'd scared her, and that had been the point. But how much remained to be seen. She didn't understand of course, she couldn't. No matter how much she'd been through, she was only a kid. But she just stared at him, and drew in a shaky breath.
"My turn." She said quietly, still refusing to look away from him, and coming carefully closer, kneeling beside him and latching her lips onto his, gentle, but demanding. He sighed, figuring she hadn't gotten the point, and tried biting her lip again, reaching up to grab the back of her neck, his hand upsetting her wig. He didn't care. But she did, pulling away from him, removing his hand.
"Let me. Please?"
She sounded so earnest he stilled without thinking, then let her go, leaned back, letting her do what she wanted.
"Shoot kid."
She smiled at him, unsure again.
She put a small hand on his chest and he fought the urge to shiver.
Too trusting. Still.
Didn't have to tell her twice, though, and she straddled him gently, taking all of her own weight on her knees. Her hand found his cheek, echoing the begnning of what he was startled to realize was their first kiss. Well, shit.
She leaned forward and their lips connected, barely avoiding bumping noses. She moved her lips against his, unsure, but still unafraid.
He tried responding again, but he must have been too much, too involved...
she pulled away and pressed tiny kisses all across his jawline. The first kiss, under his bottom lip, on his chin, he pursed his lips for, unsure what she was doing, but then he stilled, despite his urges to do other, much more terrible things to her.
She wasn't trying to hurt him, the way Amber sometimes would, and she wasn't treating him like he was built of feathers, like she'd said she hated.
She kissed him, touched him, like he was there. Alive, and human. Not some fearful God of the Junkies to be fondled and appeased, and not some spun sugar delicacy to be crushed and consumed. With her, it didn't feel like he was Graverobber. It felt like he was back to what he had been before. It scared him Shitless.
It scared him more than when he'd been afraid he might rape her. Yes, he was a selfish bastard. He'd tried to tell her, tried to show her, and yet she insisted on trying to prove him wrong.
What do you do when that happens?
After weighing his options, he decided to go for a strategy change. He wrapped his arms around her, not doing his usual rough grasp, instead opting for something softer.
He pulled her back up to kiss him, not the bruising, biting kisses of earlier. He tried pushing soft little buttrfly kisses to the corners of her mouth. Of course he KNEW she wanted something more. But he wanted her to respond.
She sighed in annoyance and pressed harder against him, rocking forward in his lap in the process. Now she was the rougher one, a little more forceful. More assured of herself.
He got the message, smiling against her, and moving to a nice middle ground. She returned his smile and accepted his compromise, allowing him to pull her closer, not roughly, but tightly nonetheless. She pulled her hand out from between them as he pressed her to his chest.
He smirked at her again when she finally pulled away from him, and she frowned,
"What?" her brow had knotted, and she looked guilty and worried.She was afraid she had done something wrong.
He looked down at her, smirk replaced with a grin.
"So much for 'break me'." He quipped, rubbing langourous circles on her shoulderblade with his fingers. She pulled away and climbed off of him, kneeling carefully beside him.
"No, I still want you to. Just, you don't have to try so hard to scare me. And that wouldn't be so scary if not for the fact that you'd surprised me. I'm ready for it this time."
He let out a soft sigh.
"If I were to do this, I'd leave marks. You'll have bruises, and scrapes and hickies and every other unpleasant lingering effect of sex that you can think of. I will fuck you until you can hardly walk, and you'll cry, and scream, and moan, and I will not be nice. It's gonna hurt, might feel good, but it's gonna hurt, too. You'd be right to be afraid." He watched as she shivered, more from his tone than from his words, he thought. Not that the words hurt. He could hear himself getting deeper and rougher as he spoke. She licked her lips nervously.
"Make me afraid." She said it, and it sounded to him as thought he already had. But he lunged into a sitting position and grabbed her shoulders, pulling and twisting her until she lay, her back against his thighs, her big, dark doe eyes staring him in the face, scared yes, but trusting. That was the difference. She was so trusting, He didn't want to break that trust. Hell, he shouldn't want to break her, but she made it sound so appealing. He ran a finger across her eyebrow, beside her eye, down her cheek, and rubbed his thumb across her lower lip.
"I am gonna tear you apart, little one." He said, allowing his voice to darken. She shivered again, and he gave her a toothy grin.
"What are you going to do to me?" She watched his face, her eyes drting from one eye to the other.
"I'm gonna rub every inch of you, hard and fast, over and over until I know you as good as I know the graveyards around here." He told her, his fingers finding the buttons on her shirt.
she moaned and rubbed his wrist with her thumb, urging him on.
"And then?"
"And then I'm gonna use my mouth to mark you, so anyone who looks knows you're taken, little red spots all over your breasts... your stomach..." He'd unfastened her shirt, and paused now to kiss her nipple, pushing the shirt off of her shoulder and nipping at the skin he'd exposed.
"Am I taken?" She sounded slightly winded.
"I'm going to take you very soon here, if you stop interrupting." He smirked, and sucked on her nipple, tongue and lips drawing designs as he pulled on it with his teeth, His other hand pinching her other nipple.
"I'm not, ohhh." She told him, arching her back up and into his touch.
"Where was I?" he asked, and grimaced. His hand had dropped lower, skittering softly across her abdomen, and had found her skirt. He didn't give her a chance to think twice.
He pressed under the elastic, and hooked his middle finger just so, rubbing where he knew she needed it.
"Does this feel good, Kid? Is this what you wanted?" He sped up, becoming rougher, half hoping she'd change her mind, tell him to stop, back off.
"God yes." Not quite what he'd hoped. She was moving closer to his hand, pressing him against her harder.
"Pretty wanton for a fucking virgin." He muttered, then grinned.
"Or are you a virgin at all? You're just a fucking slut, aren't you?" He slid his finger away from her clit, further down, pressing against her enterance.
She whimpered.
"I'm not. I... please, more?" She was a harsh whisper at the end, and he liked that. He leaned down and caught her mouth. And his teeth caught lips and he bit slowly down harder and harder until he nearly drew blood.
She cried out a bit.
He released her, cherishing the sounds he'd gotten from her.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Feel like what you wanted?" He drew away from her, and she cried out again.
"Feels good but it hurts." She stared at him, biting her lower lip, where he had, but gentler. "More?" She sat up some, turning to grab at his shirt, and pull him to her.
She kissed him, grabbing his hand and pushing it back towards where she needed it, and drawing his tongue into her mouth, where she sucked on it suggestively, then bit down on it gently, then harder.
Graverobber felt a small groan pulling out of his throat, and he stroked from top to bottom of her pussy, then pulled away, teasing.
"My turn." He whispered huskily, ignoring the tighteining of his pants for the time being.
He pressed her back against the ground, drawing his legs out from under them, and repositioning himself so he could pull her skirt up.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't answer her, not with words, but when his tongue hit the lacy crotch of her panties, she gasped.
"Graverobber?" She sounded scared, and he just grinned and pulled at her underwear with his teeth and hands.
Once it was sufficiently out of the way, he moved the skirt aside so he could see her for the first time. A low rumbling growl escaped his throat, and she flinched.
Well, he had tried to warn her.
His mouth fell upon her and he sucked and nuzzled and bit where no damage would be done, but where it would hurt.
She squirmed, and he pressed a hand to her lower abdomen to still her. His tongue pressed into her, and her thrust as hard as it would. He twisted it inside of her, much to her delight, and raked his nails across the soft skin of her inner thight as he turned his tongue into a straw and sucked inside of her.
"Oh my... ohhh." It wasn't really words. It was moans.
"Still want me to break you? I'm being nice." He dead panned it. It was beautiful. Or it would be if his pants weren't so fucking uncomfortable.
But maybe he could get her to help with that, just maybe...
"Your turn." Her eyes flicked back open from where they'd fallen shut.
"What do I have to do?" She asked him, a little worried.
"Here," he said, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling aside the layers of cloth. "I'm going to break your mouth, first, let you taste what will happen lower in a minute." she swallowed and pulled herself up, while he moved to his knees over her.
She reached up with one gentle, unsure hand, and he batted it away.
"Mouth." He said shortly, and she opened her mouth obediently.
He thrust shallowly into her, letting her get used to the idea, the taste... her teeth were there, and rubbing, but all it did was help him.
He bit back a moan and pressed more deeply into her, triggering her gag reflex, and totally failling to care. She choked and spluttered, and he pulled back, only to thrust in again, slapping her cheek lightly for the added vibrations it would give him.
She was starting to cry from the repetitve choking.
It was always good this way, but this wasn't good for her, wasn't what she asked for, and he knew there'd be much better to come.
"Is this what you want? Want to be my little slut, Shilo? Want me to fuck your face, and all the rest of you?" She mumbled something, and he rolled his eyes.
God the vibrations.
He pulled out of her.
"What was that?" He asked her.
"This wasn't what I had in mind." He's turned her off. Quite a lot. Good.
"Ready to call it quits, then, Kid?" He left the amusement, the sarcasm out of his voice. Give her this one exit, this one escape.
"No. I just want you to quit messing around and fuck me already!" She told him sharply, and he felt his grin wiped off his face. Was she fucking serious? Well, fine.
He pressed her to the ground, his fingers splayed across her throat, slowly cutting off her air as he slid into her, breaking through her hymen, and hardly pausing.
"Virgin after all. I should be surprised." He pushed into her hard, pulling almost fully out before pushing back into her again, not bothering to let her adjust. He needed this, needed to do this. He was already numb inside for it... and he'd warned her, and she'd said she wanted it... and she was grabbing him now, and pulling at him, urging him forward, asking for more, and he didn't know if he had more to give and his hands were on her clit, on her breast, and she was scratching at his skin.
"Shilo, you're a fucking whore, you know that?"
"'m...no. You're a whore."
"You're right, I'm a whore, you're not." He pulled back from her and leered at her, then slammed back in. He whispered roughly, directly in her ear.
"To be a whore, you have to get paid." She let out a soft keening noise, and he pinched her nipple. Hard.
He ran that hand up her chest and nearly yanked on her hair, before he remembered that she was wearing a wig.
Instead he twined that hand back around her neck, and pulled her up and half dragged, half carried her to the dumpster, up off the ground. He shoved her up against the side, knowing full well that the line of the lid would be digging into her shoulder blades.
So pale, and pretty, and warm.
He controlled himself, wanted to fuck her much, much harder.
Fucking virgins, no idea what they were asking of him.
He was losing it, though. He let go of her throat and picked up her leg, running his fingers up her thigh while still pistoning into her and scrubbing at her clit relentlessly.
"You want to cum, Shilo? You want to finish, and hang here like a limp rag doll while I finish inside of you?" She whimpered. Positively whimpered. He let out a soft sigh and pressed down hard on her clit, and slid out of her almost all the way, pressing back into her like he was trying to come out the other side. She shuddered.
"Cum, Shilo. Show me how much of a slut you are. I'm gonna fuck you into tomorrow, either way."
She let out a soft cry, and he swore he saw tears on her cheeks. He rolled his eyes and lifted her other leg, taking her wieght, and pushing her up against the cold metal of the dumpster, getting a new angle, filling her deeper as she started tightening inside. She wailed and he moaned, and then bit the side of her neck, hard.
"Say thank you, little Bitch." He panted, pressing into her still, grinding against her.
"Th-thank you." She sighed it out.
"Good girl." He said, and pulled out just in time to sit her down on the ground, her legs apparently unable to hold her, and give himself a few good pumps with his hand, spilling his sperm across her chest.
"Are you broken yet?"
His voice had reclaimed the calm. He pushed some loose hairs off his forehead and looked at her, sure she'd yell at him, stomp her foot, cry, something. He was an ass, and he knew it.
She pulled in a shaky breath.
"I don't think so... you want to try again?"
He stared at her for a moment, laughed, and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm not going to be so nice next time." He informed her, seriously. She grinned.
"I look forward to it." She told him, tucking him back into his pants.
He watched her walk away, slumped back into his garbage pile, and tucked his hands behind his head.
The weariness had returned. But he felt a little better about himself now.
Apparently even him being an asshole drew the crowds.
And he grinned as he thought back to his hopes that she wouldn't end up like broken glass.
Then again, broken glass was pretty, but it could still cut you.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt for her to turn out like that. He could help her.
And she was trainable.
This could potentially turn out very nicely indeed. He leaned his head back further, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep as the cold in his stomach began to defrost.

A/N: Originally written as a B'day present for my friend Fynn