Collide With the Flair of Selfish Machines

XXVI

(Y/N)'S POV

My God, did I love Vic. He never was my problem. My problem was my past giving me nightmares. It made me depressed and I really don't understand why I can't get rid of it without hurting myself. There's got to be another way, will someone tell me?!

Vic's arm healed up nicely. Yet, mine was damaged beyond repair. He knew it was happening...at least I think he knows. If not, then it's my fault for being a bitch towards him.

"Well, it's been about ten years!" Vic shouted over the television, stretching on the couch as we all had a gathering. They really needed a free day from writing.

"Big deal." I rolled my eyes as I sat at the counter drinking my eighth beer of the night. 

"Attitude, (Y/N)!" Mike scolded.

"Mike..." Vic mumbled, looking anxiously toward his brother.

"How about we stick together for another ten!" Jaime smiled and held up his drink from the couch. Tony smiled sweetly.

I got up and went to the restroom. I was going to go to bed after this. I can't take it. I shut the door behind me, closed the shades, and collapsed behind the door, holding my hair from my temples. I screamed over the sound of the television. It released stress. After sitting for a minute I grabbed the hidden blade from a drawer and began drawing slices over the sink. It was hypnotizing, watching the red water bead up and fall over the curvature of my wrist.

"(Y/N)?" Vic knocked lightly.

"I'll be out soon!" I promised. He opened the door gently.

"Vic!" I screamed and slammed the door in his face. 

"(Y/N), I know what you're doing." He said calmly. 

"I could've been naked." I mumbled, opening the door back up.

"Why are you doing this?" He sighed sadly irritated.

"You know why." I looked at the floor as I held my bleeding wrist above the sink.

"Stop. If I were you I'd put that away." Vic began.

"Why? What's the point?" I rolled my eyes and took the blade to my wrist in front of him. He winced as I ran it across my arm quickly.

"You're just wasted and thinking about the past again." Vic came up to me and held my free hand, taking the blade from it. and throwing it in the toilet. 

"If you were me you'd do the same." I copied his earlier statement.

"That may be, but I love you and I'm going to be the one to stop you." He embraced me awkwardly with my hand over the sink still.

"I can't take anymore and I'd rather..." Vic's lips collided with mine before I could end the statement. 

Once of his hands grabbed my bloodied wrist gently as he let go of my lips and stared me in the eye only inches away. He started the water and ran my wrist under the water, stinging as it entered my wounds. 

"Darling, you'll be okay." He promised, pausing before grabbing bandages and a wrap from the cabinet. Tears overflowed. Our love was out of control. 

Vic looked down at the blood swirling down the drain and sighed heavily. I watched him start to bandage me up like a pro. It was sad that we were so good at this now. I stared at the long vertical scar left on his forearm. It's pink bubbliness haunted me. He looked up and smiled when he finished.

"Get into bed." He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I'm going to make you feel beautiful again."

"But the boys..." I started. He put a finger to my lips and smirked. 

"They don't give a shit." Vic promised, grabbing my hand and leading me to our bedroom.

Vic proceeded to take his shirt off as I laid down on the bed to wiggle out of my shorts and panties. He unbuttoned his jeans and his pants fell to the floor as I unclasped my bra and threw it in the corner. 

He approached the end of the bed slowly and climbed over top of me. Vic kept himself up from me and started kissing down my cheek and to my neck. Instead of leaving hickies I just felt his tongue brush against my flesh as he kissed me lightly down my collarbone. My body trembled as he reached my pelvis. As he rubbed me gently with his thumb his tongue attacked. It moved slowly and deeply. His fingers slipped down from my clit to inside my body, pumping all the way down to his last knuckle. His fingers curved and my back arched to let the building moan out. He smiled crookedly.

"You like that?" He moaned near my slit. I nodded furiously. He put his head back down and started humming along to his fingers.

"Vic...I'm going to cum." I warned him. It only made him go faster until I clenched around his fingers. He pumped me deep and hard as my body throbbed against his digits. 

He sat up on his knees and put his fingers in his mouth. Vic forced me to watch him suck on his own fingers as his free hand massaged my inner thigh. His eyes looked needy and devilishly upon mine. He leaned over me again.

"I'm putting your body to the test with mine." He whispered in a moan as I felt him slip into me slowly. 

Vic's chest was at my face as he went all the way in. I breathed out heavily as he moved back out and then back in as fast and hard as he could. His eyes rolled into the back of his head before they closed. I moaned loudly as he collapsed onto me and went at a fast pace. His grunts pushed me over the edge as he thrusted into me. Nothing is hotter than the sound of a man getting his way. 

 "I'm reaching it." He whispered in my ear. "I'm not pulling out." He warned. My heart raced. It was a shitty time to miss my pills.

"Shit, Vic." I moaned loudly as his body dug as deep as it could into mine as he spilled his seed into me. With a final vocal sigh he pulled out and rested his head on my stomach. I began to play with his hair.

"Don't do anything more to yourself." He commanded me without air.

"I promise."