Black Swan

No. 11 Scène: Allegro Moderato Moderato Allegro Vivo

I go to rehearsal the next day, my body aching. I had spent the whole night practicing, making up for a lost week of rehearsals. The music runs through my head over and over, like a broken record on repeat. I skip the parts I don't need with my mind, and trace the steps in my head. They consume me. Over and over, first movement, second movement, third, and then the final fourth. Again and again, until all I know is sound.

Sehun raises no questions when I arrive, he simply stares, gesturing for me to get into place. My steps are no longer as perfect as before, despite all the time and sleep deprivation I've put into them. But there is, now, fire. I dance as if I am stepping on burning coals, my toes unable to linger too long on one patch, instead straying, moving forwards and onwards to the next step as if not to burn. My toes are bleeding through my pointes, underneath the nail is bruised skin, patches of blue and green. Sehun nods his head as the music finishes, and he waves the ensemble out.

Amongst them is Kai. As I dance his jaw drops, he swallows, and I smirk. He tries to talk to me again but I ignore him, instead focusing my energy on the dance, internally constructing and memorizing what is necessary to retain my leading position. If I want to be Swan Queen, I have to act royal. I have to treat him and all of the other dancers like they are so much less than me. He's not even worth my time.

"You did well today, Luhan," Sehun says, running a hand up my spine. I shiver, pressing myself back into his touch. His lips trail across the back of my earlobe, and the wetness of his tongue laps at the taut skin. I watch, through the mirrors lining the walls, as Kai finally steps out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He's horrified.

I need to do what I have to do.

I let Sehun swallow me whole. He laps at my skin, pushes his hands beneath my leotard, pinching my skin, letting his nails leave red traces across white. I can barely stand as he consumes me, leaves his mark on my thighs in deep bruises. He forces his fingers down my throat and I choke, coating them with a fine layer of spit. I run my fingers through his hair, tugging and moaning as I feel my climax fast approaching. He flicks his tongue across the tip and I release inside of him.

"Shit," he whispers, pulling himself upwards. I let out an involuntary shiver as he runs his fingers up my sides, resting his head on my chest. He fondles me and I ache, still hazy from my release. His fingers grace my nipples and I arch my back off the hard floor, pressing myself into him.

"You know, I like this side of you, Luhan," he says. I nod, clutching his chin and bringing my lips to his.

I start off by kissing sweetly, letting my lips brush softly and sensually against his. I flick my tongue out, letting him take it between his teeth, letting him assert his dominance. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck as I feel one of his fingers move inside of me. He curls it, presses in deeper, and I let out a mewl of surprise, still sensitive from before.

"Fuck," he breathes.

I softly sigh, pressing my back to the cold floor. I whine as his index finger presses against my prostate again and again, crying out with a whimper as he pulls away, my muscles twitching from the loss of contact. He puts on his most self-satisfied smirk, pressing his lips to mine as I hear him unzip his trousers.

"Don't stop," I sigh, opening my eyes to stare at his hungry ones.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can barely stand," he says.

His voice is dominating, commanding. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel him entering me, spreading my legs as far apart as my leotard will allow so he can fill me up. It feels good, oh so good, to be filled like this. He bites deep into my neck, drawing a ring of blood.

"Fuck, Sehun," I moan loudly. He laps at the skin, pressing into the gash with his tongue and teeth, causing me to cry out in a euphoric mixture of pain and pleasure.

And then he moves. Slowly at first, though still roughly. I can feel him move against my inner walls, how his skin rubs mine, leaving it raw and delicate to the touch. It hurts as he starts pounding in harder and faster, leaving me no time to gasp for air or compute all of the feelings that are hitting me at once. I moan, I mewl, and I ache, letting him know how it feels by digging my fingernails into his back.

He moans, lips still on mine. I feel the vibration on my lips and it moves through me, and then I shriek and come a second time, the stimulation far too much for my fragile body to handle. I then realise what I have to do. I clamp my muscles around him and squeeze my legs together, and he lets out a heavy groan, releasing himself inside of me, collapsing on top of me. He's spent.

"You take my dick well, now don't you, Luhan?" he says with a chuckle.

I snigger at him, drawing him closer, making sure he sees my lust clouded eyes as I bite his lip harshly, causing him to cry out in surprise. I flip him over, coaxing his member back up, before plunging myself onto it. He lets out a groan of satisfaction as I force myself to bob up and down on him, whimpering as every now and then he musters up the strength to thrust up at me, hitting my prostate dead on. This gives me no pleasure, but I know it's what he wants, what I have to do to get ahead of the game.

"You're one tight fuck, aren't you?" he says with a shudder, releasing into me once again. I just pull myself off of him, force my arms to wrap around his neck, my lips to grace his cheek.

"You know what, Luhan? With the way you're dancing now, I think I'm just going to have to let you take the role of Swan Queen. I think you've finally found that something that you've been missing all this time."

And I smile.