Title: Scream
Author: The Spike
Pairing: K/o, P/K
Spoilers: The Chute
WARNING: Dark, dark, dark and also not very nice.
Summary: Another side effect of the clamp and Harry struggles...
Rating: NC-17 for disturbing sexual imagery and consent issues
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here.
Archive: if you'd like, just let me know
Feedback: yes, please.Notes: This is unbetaed and probably fairly incoherent but The Chute is
haunting me and I had to get this *out*.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Scream"
by Spike
10/99//Use it, // Zio says and I try -- clamp down on the clamp. Force the
fire ants to work for me. Hah! Like I can think of anything but wanting
to scream, wanting to hit. Hurt. When he touches me I do scream,
sometimes. Just scream . Hit him. Claw at him. He never hurts me,
touches me so softly like a lover. His *disciple*. Touches my face so
softly I'm going to kill him. Scream the way he makes me feel. It's
not fair and you're *there*, just there behind the curtain, hearing
everything he does, I do... I'm so damn sorry for this, Tom. For being
the cause, the root for letting him, wanting him, his hand on me so gentle
like your hands -- why can't you...It's never felt so good you know? With anyone. Libby. *Anyone*.
It's this clamp, the constant burr under my skin and he holds me so
tight, hands make me scream, can't think, can't *think* -- can't even
breathe down here, the dark, the stink of sweat ground in deep.
Akritirian musk on me all the time, can't you smell it? When I crawl in
beside you? Smell him on me? Smell me? So dirty like perfume? Why
don't you pull away? Why don't you scream? You should scream when I
touch you, touch your face so soft, lay my head on your chest, tongue
like a lover to your throat, taste your sweat, your blood -- god *no* --
but you just sigh and I can feel the warmth of your breath, touch you
like he touches me why don't you...?But you don't just breathe just moan a little shiver under me. Fevered.
Hot -- your skin, freckles, soft gold fur, your sweat slick. Always
there, always golden. Always everything flares to life around you.
Even here. Light in my dark only everything's dark now. Shivering.
Burning against me. So wrong your eyes flutter lost, look to me for
answers. Shhh. Shhh. I'll take care of you, Tom. I will..."Harry?"
"Shhh -- it'll be okay." So soft, like a lover. I won't hurt you,
stroke your cheek, touch, taste, want you want you want and oh god...Why...?
...so beautiful under my hands, so hard, so helpless...
Why don't...?
I won't hurt you, let me...
Why don't you...?
...not a killer but...
Eyes so clear. Your smile. You're hurt. I'm killing you, for
god's sake why don't you...
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