Psychopaths can't love, that's for sure. But what could be so wrong about liking one anyway?
This is the rather long (Like, I'm warning you, it's over 400 pages in type 11 writing...So be prepared)fanfiction with a lot of edge, angst and smut. Lot'...
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Shutting your eyes tightly, carefully sliding open your jaw just to what you deemed acceptable. You flinch up erratically when the mellow sense of hot breath brushed against your quaking lips, enticing you to keep still. "You forgot the tongue mate." Rat purs patiently, fingers tipping your chin upwards. You timidly acquiesce the odd request, trembling ever so softly at the lubricious gesture. The second you sense his pointy tongue slide over yours affectionately, you wimmer his name with a shocking warmth in your voice, animating him to push his lips against yours near greedily; sparking the benevolent kiss into a rougher one almost instantly, throbbing into your mouth coquettishly.
The almost gripping spirit that Rat put into pushing closer to you was more than enough to animate you to follow his example, making yourself groan louder. You smirk into the warmth of his touch, what a vivid taste, just as you had expected it was intoxicating, like saccharine firecrackers distilled into firewater. You just couldn't get enough of it, gasping and whimpering every time his tongue hit the back of your throat playfully rubbing his tongue around yours with weirdly sticky noises; fuck, no, you shouldn't be so zealous already.
You can tell Jamie was having his fun, you on the other hand felt terribly clumsy, grateful that you had at least some guidance of someone who at least seemed to know what they were doing; whilst you were already out of breath. Your fingers avariciously grab into his hips, the tender touch of skin, muscle and bone under your touch; so alluring, more, just a little more. You can sense his cold hands playfully hold onto your waist, you can sense his skin beginning to tremble harder the longer you kiss.
It's in this sudden you can feel him shove you aside, the sudden lack of warmth making your skin crawl softly. Stumbling backwards a few steps you fall against the hard wall ungracefully, panting for dear air to wheeze into your lungs, trying to makes sense of the abrupt halt of mellowness. "J-Jamie, are you alright?" You mutter with a guilty voice, a strand of saliva still running down your chin. You feel a sudden sense of culpability pushing in your guts, like a cold shadow of the past coming back to pull you away from what you wanted.
Jamie meanwhile seemed to be in a less than pleasant state, a sudden ghostly wan colour in his face, his already wide eyes torn wide open and pointed to the ground. "Im sorry Mouse, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to. I just couldn't-" He repeats with a quaking voice, slowly sinking to his knees as if drained of energy, eyes fixed to the floor continuously, unblinking. You fleetly stagnate towards him, sitting down in front of his crouched down frame, arms slinging around him lovingly in a attempt to calm his vigorous trembling.
"Shhh, it's alright, Mouse isn't here anymore, I promise, she isn't mad." You whisper close to his neck, gently kissing along the scars of bites on his shoulder, waiting patiently for his quivering to calm down again. The entire time you sense a odd omnipotence staring at you from all directions, the words "Stay away" ringing in your head with aggressive, hatefully, making you sick to the core. But you are certain that again was just a figment of your imagination, to guilt trip yourself.
