Tear You Apart by R.M. Avalon

Tear You Apart

Tear You Apart

Disclaimer: Tear You Apart belongs to She Wants Revenge.

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Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right,
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight,
In a whisper or handshake sending a sign,
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind.

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The room is dark and hot, full of bodies belonging to nameless, faceless adolescents, most of whom aren’t even old enough to be here any way. They’re grinding and writhing against each other in time to the music that thrums through the building. He doesn’t care about any of them. There is one person he wants to see tonight and she’s here.

They’ve danced around this for weeks and he’s tired of dancing; he wants more. It’s been little touches, half-joking whispered suggestions, drunken kisses in the back of the club. He can almost feel her underneath his skin most of the time; that’s how bad she’s gotten to him.

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Late night, in passing, mention it flip to her,
Best friend, it's no thing, maybe it slipped.
but the slip turns to terror and a crush to like,
when she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright.

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She knows he’s here again tonight, watching her; he always is these days. When he comes over to her she allows herself to be lured into the cage of his arms again. She knows that there is a line between them and they keep pretending to cross it, sometimes even stepping over it, but they always end up back on their proper sides in the end.

But she really doesn’t want to let him slip back across the line again. She wants him to cross over and stay with her. And he wants it too. She knows he does. But despite everything there’s still something holding them back.

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It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak,
And you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak,
escape was just a nod and a casual wave,
Obsess about it, heavy for the next two days.

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So dance after dance, they pretend to be ok with sliding back into their preordained roles after the music stops, even though they know how the night will end- the same as every one before it, with whispers, hard, sloppy kisses, and denial of the reality of the situation on both of their parts.

‘We’re just friends.’ Every time he hears her say that, he wants to choke her. He wants to rip that phrase from her lips an shred it up so that she can never say it again. And at the same time, he wants to learn how to keep that lie from falling from his own traitorous mouth.

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It's only just a crush, it'll go away,
It's just like all the others it'll go away,
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know,
You pray it all away but it continues to grow.

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She wanted it to be nothing at first; her friendship with him had been the only thing that made high school bearable, but after four years there and two more after that in college, she can’t keep telling herself that there is nothing there. That ‘nothing’ has eaten at her for six years and it’s driving her insane.

This obsession with him has continued to grow and build within her, to the point that when she draws a breath, she thinks of him. He has crawled inside her lungs, inside her heart, inside her head; he’s settled within her very being. And she wouldn’t dislodge him if she could.

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I want to hold you close,
Skin pressed against me tight,
Lie still, and close your eyes girl,
So lovely, it feels so right.

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As they grind together on the floor, hearts beating and slamming in time with the music, they are pulling each other across the line. His hands are too high on the backsides of her bare thighs beneath her skirt, clawed fingers brushing against places they itch to explore and her breath is hot in his ear as she whispers dark, tempting words to him, all under the pretense of joking around. Her fingers are threaded together behind his neck; hidden underneath the fall of his long, silver hair and she’s drawing him ever closer to her.

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I want to hold you close,
Soft breath, beating heart,
As I whisper in your ear,
I want to fucking tear you apart.

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Somehow he’s managed to move them off to a back corner of the room. There, he’s got her pressed against the wall and they’re both breathing hard. The tension and make believe games have reached a breaking point. His claws on the hand beneath her skirt are digging too hard into her skin, and she can feel the sting beginning to grow. It should scare her how intense this is, but it doesn’t. One of his large hands grasps her chin and tilts her head to the side so that he can take his turn whispering in her ear. Only this time he’s not kidding, not at all.

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Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd pass,
And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance,
Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there,
Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare.

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She knows he’s serious. She can feel it in the pressure of his body on hers, in the insistent grip on her chin, the barest hint of his fangs scraping against her ear as he whispers. There is violence in every line of him; that’s just how it is with youkai. Most humans avoid them because of it, but for her, it’s part of the attraction. He could snap her in half and it’s exciting. His hands grip her tighter. Oh she wants this badly.

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They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do,
Cause there’s always repercussions when you're dating in school,
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass,
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last.

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He makes his choice then; she’s left her neck bared to him, and is putting up no fight. Her body is screaming submission and he is more than happy to dominate. He pulls her away from the wall and together the weave through the crowd.

He’s not really sure how they manage to get back to his apartment, but once they’re inside they stumble through the darkness- too caught up in each other to pay attention to their surroundings- towards his room. She’s managed to get him out of his shirt and get the zip on his pants undone by the time they reach his door.

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Either way he wanted her and this was bad,
Wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy,
Now a little crush turned into a like,
And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her.

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Their breathing is harsh as he pins her to his bed. He’s got her hands stretched up above hear head, wrists held tight is the iron grasp of hit left hand. His right is making short work of the scandalous shirt she’s wearing. There’s hardly enough fabric in the thing to make a washcloth, but it’s covering her breasts, so it has to go.

The glittery black fabric shreds underneath his claws. She makes a noise of protest and struggles a bit in his grasp- she liked that shirt- but his mouth fastens over her neck and the prick of his fangs makes her go still. His right hand moves to cover her breast and she arches her back to meet his touch. He rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and then gives it a tug. Heat shoots deep into the pit of her stomach and she gasps.

Her skin is silk underneath his fingers and mouth. She is responsive to the extreme; reacting to his every touch with a gasp or a moan. He leaves off exploring her right breast and moves on to the left. His claws leave red lines across her body and she writes in pleasure.

Her stomach clenches in anticipation as his fingers drag down the waistband of her skirt and panties. His mouth locks over her own in a bruising kiss, tongue sweeping between her lips to lay claim to the sounds of pleasure and frustration she’s making as his hands touch her. His hand moves between her legs to cup her and a jolt of pleasure, hot as lightening and just as sudden, flashes through her.

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I want to hold you close,
Skin pressed against me tight,
Lie still, and close your eyes girl,
So lovely, it feels so right.

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He paints a zigzagging line down her body with his mouth; leaving small bruises, and red, abraded skin in the wake of his lips and his fangs. He wasn’t being gentle or careful with her, but she didn’t seem to care; in fact, she seemed to be relishing it. He bites down on her hipbone and leaves a set of pinprick marks in her skin, which he soothes over with his tongue. Her blood is coppery in his mouth and it setting his instincts on edge. He wants to devour her.

When she feels his mouth brush against her center, she shudders. He licks her once- a slow sweep of his tongue that runs the length of her folds- and she gives a whimper of frustration. The marks that his claws and fangs have left on her body burn and tingle, competing with the feeling of his tiny, taunting caresses of his mouth. He nudges her legs apart and spreads her center with his fingers. Then ever so slowly, he slides one inside her. Torturous seconds creep by as he sinks the digit into her tight passage. He starts to pump his finger in and out of her at a leisurely pace and she moans and squirms. Then he curls his finger upwards and the tip of his claw hits something deep inside of her and her body roars to life. She bucks against him, wanting more.

He can’t take it any longer; he had intended to play with her more, to really experience every inch of her skin, to imprint her deep within his memory, but that’s not happening. She’s spread beneath him slick, ready and wanting and he is unable to resist the urge any longer. He releases her hands and strips his pants off. She tries to rise to meet him, but he is too quick for her. He moves lightning fast, flipping her onto her stomach, he pulls her until she’s on her hand and knees.

He slides into her hard and fast and she gasps; he fills her, stretching her to the point that it’s almost painful. But at the same time it feels so good. He pulls out and slams back into her again and pleasure ripples through her body. His claws are digging into her skin, and they sting badly but somehow she can’t seem to mind at all. They move together in the dark, there’s not softness, no sweetness between them, but they don’t need it. They both crave the out of control violence that boils between them. When she comes, it’s with a strangled scream. He bites down hard on the juncture between her neck and shoulder and growls, thrusting furiously until he too finds his release.

They lie together in the dark, hearts racing, and skin sticky with sweat. He has his nose buried against her neck neither one can move, they are both limp from exertion and from the sudden release of the tension that has held them captive for years. It is as if two opposing forces have finally snapped together and there is no room at all between them any more.

This relationship upon which they are embarking is not safe, it is not warm, but it is as vital to them as air; for there is no denying that the weight of the tension between them was going to break them down eventually, and in this moment they are both content.

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I want to hold you close,
Soft breath, beating heart,
As I whisper in your ear,
I wanna fucking tear you apart.

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Pure. Kinky. Smut. Because D/s and SessKag are like PB and J.

Love you, R0o~ you made me want to write dark erotica.

Please read and review, your reviews inspire me and make me want to write more.

Love,

R.M. Avalon