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Standing in the middle of his cottage, the cool breeze from the night and crashing waves caress your back. His attitude after Nekomaru and Gundham's trial put you on edge. While he still treated you the same, the others… not so much. You decided to confront him about his actions, you so desperately wanted to know what he learned in that God forsaken room he and Gundham stepped foot into.
He stares at you kindly, that same smile that spat praise to you and depreciation to himself. That self loathing seemed to increase tenfold ever since the last trial. You saw the spirals in his irises swim as he waited to hear what you wanted to tell him, what you wanted to ask him.
He slowly stood up from his seat on the small couch near the cracked open window, approaching you with slow steps. His movements displayed hesitance, caution, as if he was afraid of what he was capable of. Of what he was capable of doing to you. He was trembling, looking at you in reverence, in adoration.
“What is it, my hope?” He said as his shaking hands came up to your face, hovering over your skin as if he was terrified to hold you. Looking at him with a blank face, you stare into his eyes, trying to dissect his inner being. You stepped closer to him and heard his breath hitch. “You know what I want.” You told him calmly.
His smile turned into a desperate grin, the skin of his lips separated and bled as it widened. He looked pleading as he spoke “You don't need to know. You don't deserve to know. But… if I must tell you, all of us here are scum beneath you, including myself.” He breathed.
You doubt his words but after analyzing him, all shaky, drooling and heaving, you decide he truly believes what he's saying. Whatever he learned from clearing that room told him that all the ultimates trapped on this island are beyond redemption. You're even more inclined to believe him after recalling what happened to Mikan when she remembered your school life. However, what confused you the most was how you were exempt from his declaration.
He sensed your confusion, and began to speak once more “No need to tell me, I'm already aware that you are incapable of doing so given your position. Don't worry, I'll handle the rest. I'll do all the dirty work for you. I'll do anything for you.” He gleefully said. He was manic, hands still quivering and hovering over you. He looked like a servant like this. He looked like he would drop to his knees and take anything you gave him with that same adoring smile. He looked like he would cut himself open for you. He looked indisputably yours.
A shaky sigh fell from your lips as you closed your eyes, ultimately deciding that you shouldn't question or deny him. Who knew what he was capable of in this state of mind? You didn't want him to hurt himself to prove himself to you, prove to you that he spoke the absolute truth. Returning to look at him, you saw that he was awaiting any action you may take.
You slowly lifted your arms from your sides and brought your hands to his own cold ones, carefully and gently pressing them to either side of your face. “Hah…” you heard the quiet noise come out of his still grinning mouth, still covered in his drool. Any normal person would have left it at that and left his cottage without speaking another word. However, you couldn't bring yourself to do so. You knew that deep down you felt a similar way for him but never dared telling him or any other person on this island.
You took another step forward and he took one back. Continuing this strange tango between the two of you as you gently guided him to his bed in the corner of the room. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and you took action by gingerly pushing him with a hand on his chest. He softly fell on the bed, the mattress bouncing him for a second. You stared down at him from your position, still standing. He looked beautiful like this, like an angel that fell from the sky. His hair spanned across the pillow and framed his face, making it look like a halo in soft clouds as the moonlight from the window caressed his features.
He stared back at you in awe. Waiting for any command you may give him. You began to crawl on the bed above him, settling on straddling his boney hips. Your back was straight up as you continued to stare down at him, your hands resting on his stomach. He looked at you like you were his god, and he probably believed that you were. You wouldn't tell him that it was the same for you as you knew what would come from it. Denial denial denial. He wouldn't believe you and claim he was not worthy of being viewed in such a way. It didn't matter. Right now, you were more curious about what he was willing to do for you.
You began to lean towards him, sliding your hands from his stomach to his chest. He whimpered at the sight and you had half the mind to give him a smile of adoration. Hovering your upper body above him, your hair fell and swarmed around him. It looked like a curtain, encasing him and hiding him from anyone else other than you. It was a claim you had over him and something he reveled in.
“If I were to kill you right now, would you stop me?” You asked him delicately, bringing your hands from his chest to his neck. He paused when you asked the question, and made a noise strangely akin to a moan when your fingers made contact with the skin of his nape. He breathed a shaky breath, “No. I would thank you for it.” He said, smiling up at you, anticipating what might happen next.
You faintly squeezed his throat, not enough to hurt him or cut his breathing but enough to make him feel something. His pulse was throbbing underneath your fingertips as you watched him heave his breath. His face and neck were entirely flushed and drool continued to escape his mouth to run down his cheek. He truly was an angel.
Your hands looked like they belonged there. It was as if there was something that needed to be on his neck all along. You were glad that your hands made a suitable substitute for whatever that was, and that he seemed to enjoy this much more than you would have ever thought.
The sheets moved, and you noticed his hands pale and trembling as he gripped them with all his might. He was restraining himself, that much was obvious. “You can touch me angel, I don't mind,” you told him as you slipped your hands away from his neck to touch his own. “I truly don't deserve you. E-even just breathing near you is a blessing. Haaahh…. I'm so lucky..” he spoke with his eyes glossed over. His pretty pale green eyes that looked at you and told you all that he thought of you. That you were his true hope in this despair ridden world.
Bringing his hands up from the bed, you pressed them to rest on both sides of your waist. Leaving them, you began to trace the features of his face. His cheek bones, eyebrows, jawline and lips. You wiped the drool away with your thumb as you felt his own moving softly against your waist. They made their way under the hem of your shirt and started writing something with the pads that you soon realized was your name.
You leaned your head closer to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” You cooed at him. He stiffened from underneath you, and looked like he was contemplating something. You waited for his response, you would wait an eternity for him. “Are you sure you would want to do something so intimate with someone as disgusting as me…?” He hesitantly told you. “I want to more than anything” you told him honestly.
He was a whimpering mess now. Clearly messed up by just the thought of your lips on his. He breathed in your scent, and his eyes rolled back before he quickly shut them and nodded ferociously, wanting to please you more than anything. He wanted to worship you, pray to you on his hands and knees.
You cradled his face with both of your hands as your lips slowly started approaching his own. His eyes were still shut tight from fear and anticipation, and you wanted to look at them so badly. “Look at me angel”, you commanded and he immediately obeyed. He resembled a dog like this, one that would surely sit by your feet and obey any command you would give him. You wondered how good he would look in a collar.
His eyes were beautiful green pools of several emotions bathing in them. Hatred towards himself, obsession over you, fear of not pleasing you, and want. So much want that you weren't sure it was the reflection from your own eyes bearing into his.
Finally, you slot your lips gingerly on his own. The kiss was chaste and delicate, barely touching and yet it still evoked a sigh out of you and a whine out of him. Already wanting more, you collided your lips with much more desperation, already addicted to the taste of his mouth on your own.
He was a mess, a beautiful mess underneath you as you both continued to move your mouths against each other. All the noises that were drawn out of you seemed to draw more out of him, breathing each other in desperately. He mumbled against your lips. Something about you and hope and love that you can't seem to articulate well as you get drunk off of him.
Separating your lips to catch your breath, you move down. Kissing his jawline to his neck and collarbone. You kiss and suck on his skin, licking small hearts on the blooming bruises. While you do this he's moaning and whining, mumbling something akin to the lines of “Thank you thank you thank you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
You feel his hands move from their spot on your waist up the expanse of your back to press you fully against him. You bring your mannerisms to a halt when you hear a sob. Immediately looking up you see the most gorgeous sight your eyes had ever laid down on. His cheeks were wet with tears that continued to flow down his face without any signs of stopping. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were red and swollen from kissing them earlier. He looked ethereal.
“I'm sorry” he sobbed, voice waved into what sounded like a self depreciating laugh. “I'll be good for you I swear. Anything you want. You can do anything to me. You feel so good I can barely handle it.” He laughed once more as more tears came.
You brought your hands up to his face and wiped his tears into his hairline. Shushing him, trying your best to calm him down. He looks up and smiles widely at you, eyes beginning to swirl again. “I mean it. You can do anything to me. Punch me, stab me, kill me. I'm yours.”
Moving your hands on his face, he giggles looking completely entranced by you. You decide it was best to stop for now, going any further might make him spiral too far away from a lucid state of mind. You press pecks over his lashes that are clumped with tears.
He stared up at you like you were the most beautiful thing that was brought to this hopeless world. You fill him with hope, you're his only hope.
You smile and slowly move to get off of him. You see the panic grow on his face and quickly silence his upcoming tangent with a kiss. “I wish I could stay here for longer, but I should go back to my cottage for the night” you softly spoke to him, caressing his cheek with your thumb.
“Whatever you wish for, my hope” he told you, looking at you like you're a deity. You walked over to the door and put your hand on the handle. Turning your head to him, giving him a loving smile before you exited.
The next time you see him, it's his lifeless tortured body sprawled on the ground, his blood pooled around him.