[18+] Hex: Plaything I Dead By Daylight inspired fanfiction

Bond

          Celeste waits at the campfire, watching the gate impatiently. The fire is comforting, but it also prevents her from dismissing Wesker's last words from her mind. She has a nervous energy surrounding her, so many feelings and doubts are engulfing her whole being. She has been waiting for Carlos to come out of the Main Building for at least an hour. Celeste feels tired and has been fighting sleep since she sat down.  

          She doesn't quite know how to face Carlos. Guilt has entangled her heart and isn't giving her a moment of peace. She went into the Trial with one goal in her mind - to improve. The sunrise came with so many complications. 

          The reason why Wesker wants to train her isn't entirely clear to her and she already agreed to it, even though she can't figure out how it would work. Will she meet Wesker out of the simulation? That thought wakes up some butterflies somewhere under all the other emotions. How is she going to tell Carlos that she made a deal with his biggest enemy? Guilt gets the upper hand. Wesker did say that they will see each other soon, but how soon is soon? The butterflies manage to find their way back to her stomach. What if Carlos already knows?(Guilt) What if the whole camp knows?(Guilt) It's not like what Carlos and she has is anything more than fooling around. The guilt squashes every single butterfly. 

          What is she doing? A breath-takingly sexy man is worshipping her; he's considerate, understanding and... the definition of masculinity. Carlos has been looking out for her, protecting her and teaching her how to survive, the knight in a shining armor. Five minutes with the Devil himself and here she is, bartering in her own head? All because of a wink that probably wasn't even there, all because he is ice cold towards her, but the force that surrounds him is a complete darkness that is just so magnetic that Celeste knows that if she takes one wrong step, she won't be able to resist whatever's coming. Having said yes to being trained by him already is a step towards that darkness. And it... excites her. 

          Celeste hears the gate open and close and she snaps out of her solo debates, her heart beats nervously as she walks towards Carlos. Despite all her doubts, seeing him alive and well washes her over with relief, and when they reach each other she gets lost in his eyes, they're as intense as ever. 

     ''You're coming with me,'' Carlos says in a serious voice.  He grabs Celeste's hand and starts walking, he's taking big steps and Celeste almost flies behind him trying to keep up. He knows. They're heading towards a house Celeste has never been inside. She is worried, watching the back of his head, trying to read his mood. Whatever he wants to say is going to be hard to hear, Celeste has never been one to win arguments or explain her point of view to defend her actions. 

          The house they walk into is similar to the house Celeste lives, she doesn't have much time to look around though, Carlos drags her through a hallway and into what she assumes is his room. The room is almost twice as big as hers and she notices two big bookshelves filled to the rim with books. Carlos closes the door behind her and she quietly watches him, trying to read him. He removes his vest and throws it on a nearby chair. He steps close to her and Celeste can finally tell what's on his mind. She's in trouble. 

     ''We're not leaving this room until I have made you cum at least three times,'' Celeste's legs go weak and the only thing that saves her from collapsing is Carlos's firm grip of her ass, which reminds her that she's still wearing the black silk dress that her sponsor had given her. Their tongues are entangled and Celeste almost loses her balance once more when Carlos walks her backwards, until Celeste really does lose balance and falls into his bed.

          Carlos kneels in front of her on the floor and places one of her booted feet against his abs. Celeste can't quite decide what is making her whole body burn with desire more right now - the way that he's looking at her or the anticipation of what's coming. He removes both boots quicker than it took her to put them on. They're thrown to the side and then to Celeste's delight Carlos stands up and removes his t-shirt in one move. She can't help but bite her lip because that's the only thing keeping her from demanding him to have his way with her right here, right now.