Warning! Lemon/smut/fucking/ya know what the fuck I'm talking about :D
Anyways, if you don't wanna read lemon, don't read it! :D I'm warning you, it won't be too good (this is the first fanfic I've ever written anyways) so I'm sorry if it sucks :'3 If you decide to read this anyways... I hope you... like it? :'D
Scott's p.o.v
What was wrong? I was just starting to be okay with this... why was Vincent acting so weirdly? He got up, slightly shaking. "Vince...?" I mumbled, sitting up. He quickly turned around, pinning me down and before I managed to say a word he had tied my wrists to the bed. "Vincent, what the-" I looked at his eyes. That... crazy expression. I knew that face, I had seen it before... long time ago, when I found our classmate dead from the closet. Vincent was there, laughing psychopathically, holding the bloody knife. Oh God. I started shaking a bit as he crawled on top of me, licking his lips. This... sick side of Vincent was going to murder me. I tried to get my hands free, but I couldn't. The ropes were way too strong... he was obviously used to tying up people. Vincent chuckled in a deep voice, seeing me trying to get myself free "Oh sweety~" he purred, leaning close to my ear "you know who you're dealing with, don't you?~" he said, placing a sharp knife on my neck. Where did he even get that...? I just nodded quickly, knowing that there would be no point trying to get free. I was shaking, it felt so unreal that this was actually happening. "Darling~" Vincent purred "Are you trying to get away from me? You know I could just kill you... in seconds" he smirked evily, almost pushing the knife on my neck so I could barely breath. "Or..." he let out a deep chuckle "I could make it slow and painful..." I gulped, trying to say something but nothing came out. There was just one thought in my head: I was going to die. I slowly tried getting myself back together, knowing that I couldn't lose anything even if I talked, could I? "Vince..." I whimpered, feeling the cold knife on my neck. Vincent tilted his head, looking at me interested "I-I..." I stuttered and took a deep breath "I love you Vincent, a-and even if you ki-kill me, just know that I won't blame you" I closed my eyes, preparing for the pain from knife to pushing through my neck... But instead he moved the knife away, still the same crazy expression on his face as I opened my eyes. Vincent grabbed my head and kissed me. He kissed me... instead of killing me.
Just when I thought that everything was alright I felt a sharp pain on my left arm. I broke the kiss and let out a whimper as I felt my eyes get teary "A-ah, what the...?!" I turned my head to see the knife on my left arm, blood getting on the sheets. "Oh, don't be such a baby~" Vincent giggled "the fun is just about to begin~" he purred, pulling the knife off and I let out a gasp. Luckily, he didn't hit a vein, I would have quickly died from the blood loss. Vincent smirked, looking at me as I was shaking, sweating and breathing heavily. He quickly leaned closer, kissing and nibbling on my neck. And then he bit. Hard. Vincent licked the blood pouring down my neck as he smirked and ran his hand down my chest. In one quick movement he managed to pull down my boxers and throw them... somewhere. So the question here was, was he going to fuck me or kill me?
[ Warning! Smut, here, now! :'D ]
I was blushing, sweating and shaking, not able to really move. Not that it would have changed anything. He fully stripped down, just looking at me from head to toes. It made me feel quite uncomfortable but better than stabbing me I guess... Vincent slowly got closer, looking at the bloody knife that laid on the bed. He crawled on top of me, smirking. I was pretty damn scared, he was probably gonna fuck me and kill me. Nice... He slightly grinded on me, attempting to make me want more I guess. No way, I wasn't gonna say anything... even though I did enjoy this. A little bit. I bit my lip, trying to prevent myself from letting out anything I didn't want to. Vincent pouted, but then his expression turned into a smirk as he pulled my legs on his shoulders. Now wait a minute, I wasn't ready for this! I gulped trying to say something, but only a small whimper -not really any kind of sentence- came out of my mouth. Vincent slowly ran his hand on my leg as he got closer to me. Dammit, this wasn't really what I had in mind. I gulped feeling his cold touch and stuttered "Vi-Vince, I don't th-think I wan-" my sentence got off as he harshly pushed inside me and I let out a loud yelp "F-fuck" I whimpered, hearing Vincent moan quietly. Pretty sensitive, I guess... But for me, this was not enjoyable at all. "Aww, did it hurt?~" he purred, moving his hands up my sides. I decided not to answer, i probably couldn't have anyways. He slowly started pushing and pulling out of me, probably hoping for me to tell him do it faster. According to the expression on his face at least. He moaned slightly as I just groaned, panting and sweating. The pain on my left arm slowly started going away, but I still couldn't not to pay attention to it... In a little while it actually started feeling good, which was weird. I still bit my lip, trying not to moan, and fortunately it worked. Vincent grabbed the knife, obviously not really happy about my silence. He placed it on my chest and slowly moved it down, making a small but noticeable cut "Gah, st-stop that!" I yelped... and partly moaned out. Vincent smirked satisfied and threw the knife away "I knew you'd enjoy this~" he purred and without any warning thrusted in faster, making me let out a moan as it didn't hurt anymore... it felt actually quite nice. God, was I enjoying this?!
Vincent did this for a little while as I let out a few accidental moans. Then he hit the spot. Making me moan loudly. He smirked and chuckled "what did I tell you?~" he cooed, and did that again. And again. And again. I felt my body getting weak, partly from the blood loss and partly from... something else. I was probably a moaning mess, shaking and sweating as well. I was damn close to reaching my limit- and I did. After that... everything went black. I passed out from the blood loss and exhaustion.
Vincent's p.o.v
I felt so dizzy, and the thing I saw when I woke up... was Scott's body laying on the bed. A bloody knife on the floor, the bed covered in blood... Scott's blood. He had a knife wound on his arm, a long cut on his chest, blood everywhere... I knew it. I knew that I'd kill him. Why didn't he listen to me and let me leave when i was about to?! I sniffed, feeling my eyes getting teary. I got closer to him, shaking as I put my fingers on his neck, searching for pulse. Please, please let him alive!
Another cliffhanger... because I fucking can! >:D but anyways. I hope you enjoyed that crappy smut. Hey, at least I tried! :'3
~Swolfia
