|
Post by William Beckett on May 18, 2011 18:12:54 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," William's voice was just as pleading as he raised his arm. "I'm so sorry. I can't-" He never finished the sentence. his ears were ringing yet he didn't quite hear the sound that caused it. It hadn't registered at all. He stumbled backwards, his arm slipped and he was pulling the trigger all wrong. He slipped, he missed, he dropped the gun. Fuck.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 18, 2011 18:19:02 GMT -5
Dallon kicked the gun away as far as he could up under the bed. His long leg doing it in one swoop. He looked over at William still in shock. "You want me dead!?" he steped forward and grabbed William by the hair. "I don't die easily," he whispered striking William so that he fell on the bed. He quickly leapt on top of him. "You've put me in quite the position Bill, love," he spat the last word out. "I'm deciding whether I should kill, fuck, or kick your sorry ass out!"
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 18, 2011 18:29:21 GMT -5
"Just fucking end it already!" William spat from beneath Dallon. "Do whatever the fuck you want, just end it!"
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 18, 2011 18:41:51 GMT -5
Dallon hunched over and kissed William. He bagan to take off William's clothing. "Like I could kill you," he whispered as he kissed William's bare flesh.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 18, 2011 19:44:46 GMT -5
"Fuck you," William hissed, but he rose and moved and squealed, reacting to the movements as he would have any other day.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 18, 2011 19:51:48 GMT -5
"I wish I knew what was running through your head." Dallon muttered stroking William's hair.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 19, 2011 5:35:26 GMT -5
"It's empty these days," I told him, voice bordering on a growl. Yet I couldn't keep out the hints of a purr. He knew me too well.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 19, 2011 5:43:36 GMT -5
"It's not empty you're constantly conspiring to get me aren't you?" Dallon lightly knocked on William's head. Dallon was paranoid. Despite having calmed him down today, what about his next outbreak or the one after that. He was risky loving a madman. But it was a risk he was willing to take.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 19, 2011 6:00:57 GMT -5
"It's your goddamn gun," William said pointedly. He didn't plan things the way Dallon seemed to. Every action was an impulse, a reaction. Up until today, there had been no action. He was just scared, so fucking scared, and nothing was getting through.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 19, 2011 6:09:49 GMT -5
"my gun for self-defense! Not my boyfriend's temper tantrum!" Dallon snapped. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. "Let's forget it happened. Okay sweetheart?" Dallon kissed William behind the ear while he stroked his hair.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 19, 2011 6:39:30 GMT -5
Without a split seconds thought, William brought his knee up to Dallon's crotch. A sudden surge of strength gave him the willpower he needed to fight again. "Like we forgot how you fucking rape me? Not happening. Not again."
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 19, 2011 15:46:47 GMT -5
Dallon hunched over in pain. "It's consensual everytime you little prick!" Dallon grined his teeth together, trying to prevent himself. He flinched at the pain from the worn-down, exposed nerves, teeth.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 19, 2011 18:51:36 GMT -5
William was losing the will to fight, to protest. He collapsed within himself and let Dallon scream. Once again, his face was blank.
|
|
|
Post by Dallon Weekes on May 19, 2011 18:55:14 GMT -5
"I'm really fucking worried about us," Dallon whispered. He knew they'd always had problems, but that's why they needed each other right? "I really fucking love you," He said louder rolling onto his back.
|
|
|
Post by William Beckett on May 19, 2011 19:03:42 GMT -5
"Why weren't you worried three years ago?" William whispered. "When you woke up and I was crying? Or 18 months ago, when my best friend told me he couldn't watch this anymore? Why does it matter now?" Why, then, could William feel his fingers working through Dallon's, or his face sliding closer?
|
|