Words are Stronger than Pills [Len x Oliver Fanfiction]

Chapter 15 - Addiction

~Oliver's POV~

I glanced down at Len's limp body. He had passed out on his bed. "Idiot...." I looked over his face, examining it slightly. He looked...peaceful. Strange....

Gumi poked my shoulder. "What happened to him?" She asked, a bit annoyed.

"Passed out," I explained, sighing. "What a dimwit...."

"Ah, yes, that may be true~" I felt an arm work its way around my shoulders, fingers gently brushing against my cheek. "But you'd be very interested in seeing what he's 'dreaming' about~"

I flinched back, looking around. No one was there except for Gumi.

"Hmm?" Gumi asked, leaning forward a bit. "Something wrong, Oliver?"

I nodded, despite feeling a pit in my chest. Something just seemed off. "I just wonder what he's dreaming about...."

Gumi shrugged her shoulders a bit. "Can't really find out. Unless, of course, you can read his mind?"

"What he's thinking about would most likely be connected to his dream...." I mumbled. "But it wouldn't give me a clear understanding."

The girl tilted her head. "A clear understanding of what?"

"Nothing," I sighed, shaking my head. "Nothing at all...."

"Is that so~" Arms wrapped around my waist. "Why don't you see for yourself then~?" I felt a pair of lips on my ear, and I shivered.

"Wha—?" The room was empty. Len wasn't there anymore, and neither was Gumi. "Where...?"

I looked around. It seemed to be the kitchen. Something smelled really good, as if something had just been put in the oven.

I looked down at myself when a breeze came in from the window, leaving me shivering. "W-whaaaaat?!" I quickly covered myself. "W-what's w-with this outfit?!"

"Huh?" Len peeked his head around the corner. "You're still in there, Ollie?"

I blinked a few times when I saw Len; my body seemed to move all on its own. "O-of course I am, Lenny-kins~!" What the hell is this?! "I-I just finished putting in an apple pie! I-if you want, I could make a b-banana cream pie, too~!" A smile forced its way on my face, and I couldn't refuse it. "I-I just need a sample of your cream~" S-seriously, what is this?!

Len's face bloomed a dark red. "W-what are you saying...?" He shook his head rapidly. "I-I can't—W-we cant! Y-you're not even t-the r-real O-Oliver!"

I pursed my lips a bit, but they didn't listen. "W-what's the difference, huh~? Y-you've already let me have my way with you, s-so do the same to me~!" I winked, silently cursing in my head. I could barely even hear Len's thoughts with all of my own shouting at him and myself combined.

Len looked away, seeming guilty. After a long pause, he nodded slowly. "T-then come o-over here...."

I nodded my head, quickly but against my own will and bounded over to Len. He stripped the only thing covering me—the apron—and began kissing all over my chest.

I tried to protest, but my body wouldn't move at all. I had no control over the situation whatsoever.

Len trailed his hand down my side, making me shiver.

I really didn't like this. Len had already forced me into having sex with him once, and now he's doing it again?! In his dream?! What the hell is wrong with this guy?!

"A-ah, L-Len~" A soft moan escapes my lips and I tried to cover my mouth, but my body still wouldn't listen at all. "M-mn~"

Len seemed to become a bit more confident at that, and I mentally screamed at him to stop. Obviously, it didn't work at all.

The other's hands caressed every inch of my body and I could barely even think at all anymore with how this was going. The small pleasures he was giving me made my body pulse in a strange way, and I didn't like it one bit. Not at all.

"M-more~" The word slipped out of my mouth and I got utterly irritated. There was no way Len was going to pass this up for the second time, maybe even third. "L-Len~ N-ngh~"

I could feel my breathing become heavier as Len started to unzip his pants. Don't. Don't. Don't do that.

Len pulled down his boxers as well, and I gasped. That's not supposed to be there, please stop! It feels good, why? Why? Why? This isn't what should be happening!

Somehow my empty and blank mind flooded with thoughts. I could feel Len's fingers moving inside me and it felt...good. Wrong, wrong, this is painful! Not good, not good!

My stomach burned with something I couldn't really recognize. I don't really know what happened, but Len had already pushed inside me. How long has it been? Is it still going on? W-wait, don't move, idiot—!

"A-ah~!" I moaned loudly as Len began to thrust. I don't like this, I don't like this, I don't like this—! "L-Len~! H-hah~! S-so good~!" Lies, my mouth spits lies. This isn't me, this is his imagination. He's a pervert. That's all he is. I'm not enjoying this at all!

More pleas escaped my lips, and I didn't like it. Not one bit. I'd rather not say what I said word-for-word, but it was very lewd from that point on.

Afterwards, Len pulled out and I was covered in my own release. "G-gh...." I panted heavily, and Len looked away, seeming guilty. I still couldn't read his mind—probably due to how dazed I am.

"L-Len...." I mumbled through pants, wondering what I would say. "I-I love...." I trailed off. I wouldn't...? "I-I love t-this...." Thought not.... Even in his imagination, Len still couldn't bring himself to make me say that without consent from me first? Maybe the boy's not...that bad...?

Len let out a soft chuckle before pulling his pants back up. "I-I'm glad...." He muttered, quickly standing up and walking away.

How rude.... I blinked a bit, flinching at my sudden realization. Addiction, yes, that's it. That's the burning sensation.... Addiction.