#ur muse can’t take the hint until one day he pushes them up against the wall and says you dont get hints do you

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[jeonggukingdom]

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[ ˌdɛsɪˈdɪərɪəm ]

noun; a powerful desire or yearning.

Prompt: “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”Pairing: Jeongguk x ReaderGenre: Smut, Fluff, newlyweds!AUCount:  4.175 words

warnings: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, oral sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, overstimulation.

The warm sunlight hits your skin through the hatched curtains and you stir amongst tangled sheets and interlaced limbs; a sigh of contentment escaping your mouth.

With half-closed eyes, you look around the room and find the smile of your lover to welcome you, his doe eyes studying your every move.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he hums in that dulcet tone that makes your insides melt and your heart beat fast between your lungs.

“What time is it?” Your voice is low and hoarse - a great reminder of the hours spent moaning his name in delighted pleasure the foregoing night.

“I have no idea.” He laughs and brings his arm around your waist, inching you closer until he can meet your mouth and savor the taste that is so inexplicably yours and yours only.

You hum as your arms find their way around his neck and you realize that time has lost its meaning again, in the quick passing of a few seconds. Who cares if it’s morning or still night or even if two entire days have passed when you’re engulfed inside his arms, your naked bodies mingled together so that you’re not sure anymore where you end and he begins?

He brushes his nose against your own, mouths parting as he takes in air, his eyes open to indulge on every tiny inch of your features.

A smile spreads on your lips, the warmness in your stomach expanding to your heart as he regards you in nothing but utter bliss - one that reflects your own — but it is soon erased by the growing feeling of his cock pressing between your thighs.

“Oh my God,” you push his arms away so you can get a better view of his face, incredulity overcoming you, “We’ve been at it like rabbits. How are you still so horny?”

“What can I say,” a smirk twists his features, one eyebrow cocked upwards in something akin to mockery, “My beautiful wife is laying naked next to me and that is bound to make me horny again.”

Cherry blossoms gather in your cheeks, expanding to your ears as the very fresh word easily rolls off of his mouth. It has been something short of a week since the moment you exchanged your vows and promises — wedding rings shining around your fingers.

“Say that again,” you demand, in a whisper that says a lot about the giddiness and happiness that inhabit your hearth.

“You make me horny?” He offers in response, a little giggle following his words as the eternal tease that he is.

“The other part,” you roll your eyes to the ceiling, a smile still escaping your control as you feign outrage.

“My beautiful wife,” he whispers upon your lips, his eyes shining with nothing but love and you swiftly comply with his request, parting your mouth to welcome his tongue. The kiss is slow and deep, the caresses of his tongue intoxicating as they stir pleasure in between your legs to match up with his very own need.

His lips leave your mouth ever so slowly — eyelids closed as he hums in contentment — his breath brushing against your skin in rapid intakes of much-needed air.

“I need a shower,” you sigh, relaxing your tired limbs on the mattress, “I’m starting to feel really gross and sticky.”

Truth be told, you have not left your suite since you first took a step in it four days ago and, all reserves about visiting the big city and taking silly pictures together have long vanished, suppressed by the need of claiming each other over and over again.

He chuckles against your ear, his chest vibrating against your own as he hugs you even closer, keeping you trapped in a cage you don’t even want to escape from.

“That can be arranged,” he concedes, a knowing smile on his lips and a hint of playfulness in his onyx eyes.

A shrill escapes your mouth as you’re suddenly lifted into the air, his strong arms throwing you on his shoulder as he laughs whilst running through the corridor that separates your hotel bedroom from the bathroom.

“What are you doing?!”

Despite the outrage in your voice, you can’t suppress the fit of laughter that comes with his antics and the effortless way he has lifted you in the air as you were made out of paper.

“I can walk on my own, you know?”

Your feet touch the ground and you almost lose your balance at the sudden contact with the wooden floor, your legs wobbly from all the consuming, yet breathtaking, sex.

“Sure you can, love?” He mocks you, eyebrows cocked upwards and a knowing smile on his lips.

“Aren’t we quite sure of our skills?” You muse in response, surpassing him with a swift movement of your hips, sure his eyes will be fixed on your butt in the span of a few seconds.

“Well, your screams last night were quite the giver, you know?”

A slap falls on your left cheek and you jump in both surprise and pleasure as a laugh escapes your mouth.

“Think you can replicate?” You raise your eyebrow, a teasing smile on your lips as you watch his expression change out of the corner of your eyes.

“You have no idea what I have in store for you,” the warmness of his breath hits your ear and you visibly shiver in utter anticipation, pleasure coiling up in your core as your mind fills with vivid images of your numerous rendezvous between the sheets.

The sound of pouring water is what fills the silence next, the glass on the wall slowly fogging as the warmness of the hot water spreads through the room. As much as you’re on edge, waiting for his hands to touch you again, you can’t escape the sense of relaxation and contentment that fills your body the moment it is hit by the water.

You close your eyes — your head resting under the shower head to get all the grogginess sleep has left you with washed away.

His hands are on you almost immediately but not quite as you wanted them to. His moves are delicate, feather-like, as he spreads the strawberry scented soap on your naked body. His eyes are focused on your skin and the way he’s careful not to miss a single inch with both his gaze and his touch almost makes you blush.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers, eyes flicking to your own for the briefest of moments before focusing back on his task. Your words get tangled and lost in your throat, the emotions swirling in your stomach so diverse you can’t even discern them yourself.

Jeongguk hums when he has successfully covered your body in little bubbles, satisfaction painted on his features.

“Would you like to do the same to me?”

He doesn’t have to repeat his words twice and you promptly take the bottle from his hands, pouring a generous amount on your palms. Your caresses mimic his own — delicate and slow, careful to cover completely his sun-kissed skin.

Your fingers linger on his neck and on the love bites you bruised his skin with. He cocks his head to the side, allowing you greater access to his favorite spot.

Your mouth attacks the soft skin under his ear — the temptation irresistible since he handed it to you on a silver platter — and he sighs in complacency, his eyes closing immediately as you suck on the tender spot.

Your hands start roaming around his body anew, slowly descending to his firm abdomen, and, furthermore, to his fully erected sex. He whines as you encircle him completely with your hand, giving him a teasing pump. His bottom lip trapped under his teeth and eyes hooded with utter pleasure make your legs close tight together in the desperate attempt to give yourself some friction.

Yet, you do not indulge in the exiguity of relief you undoubtedly need, and fall on your knees — the task of getting him completely cleaned off of sweat and your previous orgasms seemingly far more important right now.

His lips attack your own as soon as you’re back on your feet, admiring your work of art, and you moan softly into the kiss as his tongue encircles your own, flicking your palate as he claims you with the need of a starving man.

Your back hits the cool surface of the wall and he bites your jaw jocularly, grabbing the shower head to rinse off the soap from both of your bodies.

“What did you have in mind?” you ask in a whisper as the water sploshes between your bodies, “Some shower sex?”

“I want to try something,” he whispers in your ear, biting your lobe, “Do you trust me?”

“Always.”

He kisses your lips anew, his free hand caressing your hip, slowly descending to your needy core. His palm falls flat against your sex, his index finger teasing your entrance, seeking the sign of your pleasure between the wetness of the water.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.”

His forehead touches yours for a brief moment before he’s putting distance amidst your bodies — enough to fit the shower head between your sexes.

The water hits your core by surprise, making you jump at the sudden bestowal of friction.

“Have you ever tried this?” He asks, his eyes fixed on your core to make sure not a single drop of water is missing the target.

“N-no,” you whimper, the pressure on your clitoris making your eyes roll back and your head hit the wall.

His free hand grabs your hip firmly, fixing you on the spot as he adjusts the shower head on the pulsating mode.

“Oh God,” you sigh as the pleasure starts building up in your stomach, your bottom lip trapped by the tight grasp of your teeth as you try to gulp down a whimper.

“Does it feel good, baby?” His grip on your hip gets tighter and you can sense the delectation in his voice as he watches you slowly unravel before him.

“Mhm, yes.” You moan, your breath caught in your lungs as a wave of pleasure hits you.

“God, you look breathtaking like this.” He whispers to himself, eyes traveling on your wet, trembling body, “I want to taste you.”

“Please,” you whimper helplessly, the thought of his mouth between your legs almost sending you off the edge.

“Keep this in place,” he orders, handing you the shower head so you can keep stimulating your clitoris whilst he pleasures your very core.

He falls on his knees, hands grabbing your ass as he dives right into your labia.

His tongue is flat against your mound, tasting the fine mixture of your pleasure and the strawberry aftertaste of the soap; water splashing on his head as you keep your grip firm on the shower head.

He laps at your core, teasing your entrance with kitten-like licks before fully invading your pussy with his tongue. He curls his muscle on your walls and, biting down on your lips, you muffle a moan. His licks are tortuously slow as he savors all you have to offer and it makes you beg for more over and over again until he is willing to give it to you.

He sucks down your mound, hollowing his cheeks until your walls contract around his tongue and a scream escapes your mouth.

“Jeongguk,” you whimper out his name and that gives him enough motive to increase the speed of his lapping, the fierceness of his tongue bringing you to the edge in a matter of seconds. His fingers crawl on your ass, the ferocity of his mouth on your core increasing with all the little whimpers and moans you offer him in return.

Your body starts to quiver and he’s quick to catch on it, sucking hard on your clit until your vision turns white and the pleasure spreads from your abdomen to everything else, turning the world into a heaven full of pearly-white clouds.

Before you can catch up your breath, he has you pinned against the wall, his mouth ravishing you whole as you get intoxicated with the mixture of his taste and the one of your juices still on his tongue.

“Told you I was going to make you feel good,” his lips brush against your own as he says so, his tongue sticking out to lick the trail of saliva his kiss has left while a grin of satisfaction spreads on his rousing mouth.

“Let me return the favor,” you whisper, your voice sultry and alluring as you switch your positions, pushing his back flat against the cooling surface of the mosaic wall.

Your lips find their way to his neck again, sucking on the delicate skin whilst making sure to scoop up every single droplet of water.

Your hands caress his hips in slow circular moves that leave a trail of goosebumps on his skin of golden.

You slowly drop to your knees, your lips kissing your way down as you do so, teasing every inch you can reach until he’s rocking his hips forward in a desperate attempt to find some alleviation for his desperate needs.

His cock is in full erection, his head a bright red color that is only an inkling of how much he has been craving your touch all this time.

Your hand grips his cock lightly, offering a small pump that is welcomed with a sigh of relief. A wicked smile spreads on your lips as you travel southern, your aim clear in your mind. You offer him a kitten-like lick at his scrotum before sucking hard on his balls successfully making him whimper.

Your gaze lifts up to his face and you’re met with an expression of pure abandonment. His head is resting against the wall, his hair flat against his forehead, half-covering his hooded eyes that are undoubtedly fixed on you, watching your every move.

Without breaking the eye contact you lick him further, reaching your designated area: the perineum.

Your fingers brush lightly against the thin portion of skin making him jump on his feet as electricity seems to run through his body. Your movements are precise yet delicate, teasing both his testicles and his entrance, making sure to build up his pleasure to the maximum. It’s only when you can see pre-cum leaking from his head that you stop your movements and focus your entire attention on his neglected cock.

You open your mouth and slowly inch closer, gaining a whine from him as he can feel your breath right on his skin but not quite close enough to bring him pleasure.

“Stop teasing, baby, please.”

The urgent words fall from his mouth and your lips close around his head, sucking dearly on it to finally give him exactly what he needs.

Your tongue is flat in your mouth, your teeth grazing ever so slightly along his skin as you slowly take him fully into your mouth. His breath gets caught in his lungs and you can see his abdomen tense as you deep throat him almost effortlessly. His pubic hair brushes your nose and you gulp down, humming against him, sure that the vibrations will hit him with a wave of pleasure.

“Shit, baby.”

You open your mouth wider, allowing your tongue to encircle him and to spread your saliva all over his shaft. Your lips close around his head and you give another hard suck on it, your tongue inching upwards to meet is frenulum and get rewarded with a deep, long, moan.

With a wicked smile, you inch back forward until he’s fully inside your mouth and you start to bob your head slowly, allowing him to savor you completely before you drive him into utter madness.

His hands reach down into your hair and grab a fistful of the wet strands that cover your face, giving him a free view of your expression as you suck him off.

His fingers curl on your scalp almost painfully, guiding you down on his cock to meet a pace he designed for you. You relax your mouth, letting him fuck you as he pleases, fighting against your gag reflex.

One of his hands leaves your hair to brush up his own as a pleasure-filled moan escapes his mouth again. It is nothing short of rousing to hear all the little sounds he emits, knowing that you are the one provoking every single one of them.

Your hands reach up to his iliac crests to grab the soft skin and keep him steady as you regain your control over him — your head bobbing with a furious pace that is bound to make him fall to his knees in a span of a few seconds.

“Fuck, baby, stop.” His breathing is ragged and you can hear every single intake of air he’s forced to take as he fights against himself and his desperate need of release, “I want to cum inside of you.” His words make your legs close together, the little friction not even enough to satiate the hunger he has put there with those seven little words.

You hollow your cheeks around him, sucking hard until you see his abdomen contract. He stops breathing, eyes closed and mouth agape in a silent gasp as he’s about to get lost in his orgasm. And it’s only then that you stop, retreating with a lewd pop of your mouth.

His frustrated whine pulls you out of your daze and you look up at him, taking in the little tear that is running down his cheek at the cruel orgasm denial.

“I’m going to make you scream so loud the whole floor will know my name.”

He hurriedly lifts you up, pushing you against the shower’s glass door. Your arms promptly stretch forward to balance yourself as he lifts one of your legs up to hook it around his hips.

His fingers play languidly at your entrance, making sure you’re more than ready to receive him. His index finger slides right into you with ease — making him hum in satisfaction — and curls almost instantly, inducing your walls to contract around it. Slowly, another finger finds its way between your legs, caressing your insides with calculated languidness.

“Such a good girl,” his tongue brushes your ear, the compliment rolling off of his mouth setting you completely on fire.

“Fuck me, please.”

He growls on your neck, his third finger penetrating you to curl inside of you, scissoring you right after as he seeks that most pleasurable spot so he can hit it endlessly once he can claim every little recess of your core.

The little whines that escape your mouth seem to drive him absolutely over the edge for he doesn’t spare you another second before he’s pushing himself inside of you, one inch at a time.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes closing as you adjust to the brand new feeling of complete fullness. You stretch around him, contracting your walls around his hard cock, making him whimper in return as he has to fight the need to just fuck you into oblivion.

“Yes,” you coax him in a whisper, hands turning into fists as he leisurely moves his hips against you, “Give me all of you.”

He bites down your neck as he slams into you roughly, pushing himself balls-deep inside of you and you mewl in return, pushing your hips down to meet his in utter need.

His hips set a torturous pace inside of you, hitting your walls in waves that steal your breath away and leave you begging for more.

“Faster, baby,” you whimper helplessly, head falling forward as you push yourself down on him, seeking the roughness you know he’s capable of and that you wholeheartedly desire.

His hand on your hip gets tighter, grasping the skin with his nails, surely leaving a possessive mark there for the hours to come, and slams right into you again. You sigh in contentment as he starts picking up pace.

The sound of skin against skin quickly drowns out the sound of the splashing water behind your bodies, setting your entire being ablaze. You can feel his balls hitting your butt cheeks as he pushes himself deeper until he’s filling you up to the brim with every single stroke.

Your lifted leg falls back on the ground as he pushes you forward, making your hip inch upwards and your head sinks lower, granting him even more access to your mound.

The newfound position allows him to push deeper inside of you and as he finds your perfect spot your toe fingers curl and your eyes close as a strangled moan escapes your mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, his hands grasping your hips to guide them towards him to meet his furious pace, “You’re so fucking tight.”

One of his hand reaches your hair and grabs them tightly, pushing your head backwards so he can take a look at your features morphed into pure bliss.

His pace slows down, his hips moving into you as calm waves whilst he inhales deeply, trying to prolong the way to his own orgasm. You whimper at the sudden loss of friction and you’re rewarded with a deep thrust right onto your pleasure spot. He claims that as his target and hits it with exquisite precision with each languid thrust.

“I need to cum,” your trembling voice fills the cubicle as a new wave of pleasure hurls through your body, coaxing him to restore his previous pace.

Each deep stroke of his cock is a delightful stretch inside of you, nearing you to your release.

His hips move frantically against your own, each stroke pushing you a tad bit forward as he beats down your already abused pussy.

He pants loudly behind your back, his throat strangling the sound of his deep moan and he cums inside of you, milking his way into the orgasm trying to prolong the feeling of his pleasure and to drive you towards your own.

You can hear him whimper at the overwhelming feeling of his cum all around him — the sound of it being thrust into you lewd even to your own ears — and the over-stimulation pressing him to halt his movements.

You yelp in surprise as warm water unexpectedly hits your clitoris, the shower head shoved between your legs once again as he urges you to cum.

“Cum for me, baby.”

He grunts, his grip on your hair tightening so he can keep you steady and witness the moment your features will be morphed into pure bliss.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The words spill out of your mouth as a mantra whilst the pleasure coils to your stomach, ready to explode.

His hips slam into you harder, your arms trembling as you try to keep yourself standing against the glass door and, losing your breath in a loud scream of his name, you cum.

Your legs give out and you almost fall to the floor as he promptly grabs your hips, pulling you closer to his heaving chest.

“That was the best sex we ever had,” he whispers, his breathing still shallow as he comes down from the exhilarating feeling of the orgasm.

“Mhm, shower sex is underrated.”

He chuckles, kissing your temple as he keeps you right between his arms, so tight to his chest you can feel the drumming of his heart.

He grabs your hand into his and brings it to his mouth to sweetly kiss each finger, giving more attention to your ring-finger and the golden wedding ring sported there.

“We should get out of here, your hands are shrinking like dried prunes.”

“Wow, you’re so romantic!” You lift your gaze up to the ceiling and he chuckles at your antics.

“Only the best for the love of my life.”

His lips are soft as they kiss your own, the passion long gone now that the hunger in you has been satiated, leaving its place to nothing but utter endearment.

“I love you too, handsome.”

He steals your breath away with another kiss before lifting you up on his shoulder, your shriek covered by his maniacal laugh as he rushes through the corridor in the direction of the bedroom. A place, you fear, you won’t be leaving for the remaining days of your honeymoon.

Copyright © 2018 by jeonggukingdom. All rights reserved. 

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Windowless Moviemaker Chapter 5: Onus

Windowless Moviemaker

Chapter 5: Onus

A few weeks have passed since I had that vivid dream, and today is Sunday.

I'm off from both work and school, and Kidney called me out for an afternoon stroll around the park, saying that he wanted to talk.

So, here we are now, walking under the shade of overhanging branches with birds chirping the day along.

"Jeeto," Kidney starts. "We've become people with very different priorities. Right now, I'm keeping my nose clean, and thinking about my family and future. Sounds responsible, but you know something? I haven't felt this free in ages."

I just keep walking beside him and listening with my head down, waiting for the punch.

"I burned the bag and clothes I wore on those nights. I wiped my hard drive of all the movies and destroyed the DVDs.

I dumped all my tools and supplies. Now the only relics tying me to that dark past now are my own memories... and you, Jeeto."

"So," I say plainly, "You wanna throw me away too."

Kidney opens his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off.

"It makes sense. I'm a liability to you now. Besides," I add, "we can't even pleasantly reminisce as friends anymore. All that'd do is drag you back to places you'd rather forget."

"You're right," Kidney agrees solemnly. "But there's another thing I need to tell you." He stops walking and turns to me, so I stop with him. Resolve burns in his gold hazel eyes.

"Stay away from Krin and my mother," he tells me in no uncertain terms.

I blink at him.

"I told Mitchol the same thing," Kidney continues. "If any of you touch them, you won't get away with it. That is a guarantee, even if I have to blow the roof off of your whole schtick and expose myself in the process."

I scoff aloud. "Heh, you're a big man now, ain't 'cha?"

Kidney narrows his eyes at me, his frown warning me.

I go on anyway. "From the day you backed out on the school roof, I knew we couldn't really be friends anymore. We had fallen out, but I tried to pretend that things were okay. And do you know why?" I ask.

He stares at me without wording a guess, hints of disgust and dread on his face.

"Because I thought it might come in handy to preserve our relationship. And it has. You see," I elaborate. "You've let me into your house a few times recently.

You were cautious, 'casually' hanging around the bathroom when I went to make sure I didn't snoop around, and walking me to the door when it was time to leave.

You always kept a careful eye on me-- except when we were playing video games in your closed bedroom. For there, I surely couldn't touch Krin.

But, that bedroom just so happens to be the place where you sleep with her."

His face pales as he helplessly waits for me to finish.

"You like to say you don't need a bitch to take care you, but you can't even clean that cluttered room of yours. It's no wonder you never noticed the mini camera hidden between all that junk."

“So you really...?” Kidney says breathlessly.

I laugh in satisfaction. "You're so good and gentle with Krin, little Kidney bean. So different from how you usually were with the women we'd take. She really must be 'something' to you."

My second fit of laughter gets cut short by Kidney grabbing me by the collar. "You son of bitch!" He yells, balling his fist to deck me.

"Hey, easy there." I say calmly. "You're in no position to be threatening me, or any of the other members."

We stay in a standoff for a while, until Kidney begrudgingly releases his grip on my shirt.

"Your willingness to throw yourself to the dogs in order to protect Krin was noble. However, now you see that if you expose us, we'll throw both of you to the dogs.

I probably don't have to explain this to you, but on top of the shame, stigma, and ostracization it brings, incest is illegal here.

If the videos I took got into the hands of law enforcement, it could mean jail time and criminal records for both you and Krin. How's that for 'family and future'?"

Kidney stumbles off the path and backs into a tree. He buries his face in his hands, groaning miserably.

I chuckle, watching him. After a while, he lowers his hands and looks up at me with quivering eyes.

"I'll kill you," he states. "I'll kill each and every one of you."

"Really? Good luck with that." I say nonchalantly. "A physical fight doesn't worry us, even on the off chance that your uncle Stoulfer stands with you.

We have Mitchol's friends, including Redhand Heriolt. It's an easy guess why they call him 'Redhand.'

"Before I kill you," Kidney says, unwavered. "I want to know: is it just my sister, or do you bastards want something else from me?"

"Mitchol and the others wanted you blackmailed for extra insurance. Since you wore a mask while filming, they weren't confident that the website videos would be enough to ensure your silence.

But me? I never fretted about that. The pursuit of a better life and the pursuit of justice are two opposite things in your case."

"So all you yourself really want is Krin, then?" Kidney asks.

"Bingo badaboomgo."

"Why?" He demands, shaking his head in frustration. "Why does it have to be her?"

"Oooohhh, are you dissing your own sister, Kidney?" I tease. "Come on, she's a beautiful girl."

"I know there's more to it than that." He insists. "Do you want to hurt me? Is that it? If so, then come here and hit me in my face like a man, instead of using my little sister to get at me!"

"Wow, look at what an assumption you've jumped to," I say airily, then resume my walk down the path.

"Come back here!" Kidney shouts after me.

I wave goodbye without bothering to look back.

"Just remember," he says. "I have something you don't. You're nothing but an empty coward. And that's what you'll always be, Jeeto."

I wrinkle my nose in disgust at the whole event. Since when did Kidney turn into such a shounen protagonist? To think we used to be friends.

Well anyway, I've got the rest of the day ahead of me, and there is some shopping I need to do.

Man, I feel like a woman, looking through items for self defense like this, but I pick up the pepper spray anyway.

Next I need to get some batteries for my new taser. I push my cart down the aisles, avoiding eye contact with shoppers in the other "lane."

Despite my cool demeanor, Kidney's claim that he would kill me concerned me. It seemed genuine. I could backtrack, apologizing and promising to leave him and Krin alone.

However, he knows me well enough to never believe me. I would pounce when he let his guard down, because that's the way I am.

Have you ever tried to catch an unfriendly animal? I have. With every step closer, the animal's decision making process grows more frantic. When I'm close, backing it into the corner, I can read in the fearful verdict in its eyes:

"The only way out of this is to do something extreme."

What follows is an action with all the force of the animal's existence behind it.

It can be a mad dash, where the animal takes a daunting risk, such as cutting close past the threat or jumping a wide gap. It could also be violently lashing out and tearing into the offender.

"Flight or fight." I muse to myself.

It's also worth noting that in the most pathetic of animals, there is no verdict in the eyes. There is only the fear at imminent death. Those are the ones that freeze.

I've backed Kidney into a corner and given him all terrible options. That's a risky thing to do with a person. In such an arrangement, the best you can hope for is to short circuit the person and cause them to shut down and submit.

Problem is, Kidney isn't one to freeze. This kind of iron maiden-esque situation doesn't foster, in flighters or fighters, the long-suffering complacency that's ideal for long-term control.

Hmm, I realize I need to revise my plan.

What am I getting self-defense stuff for? Do I intend to wait until he comes after me to do anything? Even if I fight him off, what then? Get him arrested for assault? Let him go home, so as not to push him over the edge?

Even though I have more nukes in this cold war, I may be in a standoff with a loose cannon. To what extremes would Kidney go?

Argghhh! This is such pain. That does it; I'll convene with Mitchol about what to do with our turncoat. I get my phone out and text him.

"Can you get Redhand Heriolt, Costriel, and Nethandre together for an online chat meeting with us tonight?"

When Mitchol doesn't respond, I decide finish up shopping. An hour passes and I'm at home, munching on a BLT at my computer.

A reply finally comes. I dive for my phone and confirm that it's him.

The message reads: "wat 4? and no."

I frown and text back: "It's about Kidney. He told me was gonna kill all of us. We should do something."

I use the time while Mitchol is typing to peer through my blinds. Whew. He's not there.

My phone buzzes again.

"lol XD. im busy so mayb nxt week"

I go back and forth with Mitchol, trying to get him to see how dangerous Kidney is right now. At the end of it, he says,

"lemme repeat. NO. just chill. we got K by da balls. ur bein such a lil bich jee"

"At least meet me during lunch at school tomorrow," I insist.

"fine"

I end up showing up early to school on Monday, and I'm antsy all throughout the morning. During math, I noticed that Kidney's desk was empty. What could he be absent for? He looked healthy enough yesterday.

As soon as the final bell to lunch rings, I rush out of class and charge up to the roof. I throw the door open, gasping. Fuck. Mitchol isn't here yet. I grind my teeth as I picture him dragging his feet on the way here.

I'm checking my watch every few seconds. Once 3 rage inducing minutes have passed, the roof door swings open. Kidney pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, leans against the fence, and lights up.

"Well?" He says, puffing smoke.

I can't tell whether it's the smoke or the words causing me to choke. I finally manage to speak in a very low voice.

"I've decided that we need to get Kidney off our backs, in a permanent kind of way."

"Huh? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Mitchol inquires, straightening up.

"Yes."

He quirks his mouth in displeasure. "That's something I'd rather avoid doing. There's no blackmailing a dead guy into denying that he was the victim of a crime. If they were to get even a shred of evidence on us for murder..."

"That's why I wanna make it look like there was no crime in the first place."

"You mean stage an accident or a suicide?" Mitchol scoffs. "I know you're thinking Redhand will be able to work that out, but not on your life.

There'll be trained pros examining that body and scene. Their attention to detail is so crazy good it's like they've got magic eyes that show them every little mistake killers make."

"We'll just have to find out exactly what type of mistakes they are picking up on, and make sure we don't make them. Besides," I add, "you're acting like Redhand's never gotten away with this."

"Dumb luck and dumb cops." Mitchol dismisses me.

I sigh. "What about a disappearance then? We won't have to worry about any examiners with 'magic eyes' that way."

"More reasonable than your last pitch," Mitchol allows. "It gives the pigs less to work with. But, you've gotta be thorough. If anyone knows you've fallen out with Kidney, don't get anything suspicious in your recent purchase history.

Leave no sign of a struggle. Let 'em take it lightly, thinking he ran away. Get rid of the body. And I don't mean dump it into some water and hope it sinks.

I mean obliterate it. Feed it to dogs. Burn it to char and crush it, then sprinkle it in remote woods. That kinda thing."

I nod approvingly.

"But you know what the clincher is?" Mitchol says. "After you've done all you know to do, detectives still might find that little pesky thing you didn't. I'm just not convinced Kidney's enough of a threat to take that risk for."

"Well I am," I say in a biting tone.

"If you wanna dance the robot with the death row you can suit yourself." Mitchol says. "But I want nothing to do with it, you hear?"

A few days of anxious stagnancy pass, and now I'm at work, sourly stocking shelves.

The only way I knew how to contact Redhand without Mitchol's help was to leave comments on adesireisfulfilled, requesting that he email me. He's the 2nd high moderator, so it was likely he'd see them.

However, my comments kept getting deleted shortly after being made. When I didn't give up, I got sent a message saying:

"Recent comments posted by you have been removed by moderation. Continued harassment and spamming on the website will result in the suspension of your account."

I click my tongue as I arrange the SpaghettiOs. The convenience store is empty, so Roodle approaches and talks to me.

"Your friend Kidney hasn't stopped by for while."

"Oh," I respond, not sure what else can be said.

Her milky eyes analyze me. "Is he a touchy subject for you right now?" She asks with concern.

"We just can't get along anymore," I explain without explaining.

"Oh, I know how it can be with friends sometimes, but I don't know about that," Roodle says, well meaning but unknowing.

"I've found that if you just sit down and talk out your differences, you can get through most spats. The main thing is, you gotta be willin' to listen."

"It would be nice if that worked with Kidney. That way, he'd come back and start buying Creamtastical Bars everyday like he used to."

"Mm-hmm!" Roodle concurs with a big smile. "He was good business. So, consider it your job as part-time associate to get back to chummin' and get him back in our store."

It's harder to force than usual, but I smile back at her. "Thank you, Roodle." I say with just the right amount of sentimentality.

I know I've done it right when she gets that brief expression on her face. It's that mixture of melancholy and happiness, that gold plating of subtle, wholehearted seriousness that turns simple, wooden moments into small memories.

I've touched her heart, and deceived it seamlessly. What an ego booster.

I push the raw, predatory pleasure that I feel inside out through a mold, which makes it take shape on my face as a warm pleasure of gratitude and comradery.

Looking at her, however, I accidentally let an inappropriate bit of wonder creep onto my sweet face. Goodness, she actually cares about me.

Is there a difference between playing the role of a good person all the time, and actually being a good person?

Maybe the 1st category has to think deliberately to make moral choices, and it comes to the 2nd category naturally. I was sure that the 2nd group was a myth, until the face of this naive angel was unveiled to me.

And then, the glass doors part like servants for their king, and Kidney steps through. Roodle turns her head, and says, "Welcome back!" Then she winks at me and returns to the register.

He nods to her in greeting. My breath catches thickly in my throat when he turns and looks down at me, kneeling with canned goods in my hands.

Kidney's face is coldly blank, but his eyes hold a promise. I stare, unable to do anything else. He passes me, saying nothing, and goes to the back-- to the freezers.

He buys several types of ice cream, but leaves with the crinkle of a devil in his pocket that only I notice. Badump. Bump bump badump bump! My heart makes my body shake.

I go through the rest of my shift doing everything as diligently and thoroughly as I can, as if that will make it last longer.

As night draws closer, I curse Mitchol viciously in my mind. And if Redhand saw my comments and ignored me, fuck him too.

Adesireisfulfilled wouldn't be half of what it is now without me, and yet they're gonna stand by and let me be killed?

At last, the glass doors part for me, like a shield-wall of traitors. I poke my head out and look either way before stepping out onto the concrete.

There's no one around except the bugs buzzing around the dim streetlights. I begin walking, tense and snapping my head around at every new sound.

When my house appears before me, I almost don't believe it. When the relief starts to wash over me, I whirl around, thinking that's just how Kidney would want me to feel before he struck.

My voice comes out quieter and more rapidly than I mean for it to. "I know you're there," I say, feeling slightly crazy.

With wide eyes and sensilla lined ears, I examine all 360 degrees within my radius. Nothing? I retreat up my driveway walking backwards, only turning to open the door.

My shakiness must be visible, because my little sister Sota scoffs when she sees me. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." I say firmly.

She shrugs. "Somehow, you seem even weirder than usual."

I tune out her words, instead choosing to observe her smooth legs and round bottom when she turns and jogs up the stairs in her green short shorts.

My mother comes around to greet me. "Sota has a point," she says, scrutinizing me. "Did something happen at work today?"

"No," I state. "I don't know what you guys are talking about."

I notice the weight that's melded into my hand. I'd forgotten about it until now. I thrust the grocery bag towards my mother. "Here. It's the stuff you asked for. Don't worry about paying me back."

"Well okay..." My mother says.

As soon as she takes the bag, I run up to my room and close the door behind me. I lean against it, gasping and trembling. Tears well in the corners of my eyes, and a small, sighing whimper is squeezed from my throat.

I've gotta get it together. I can't be acting like this.

I push off the door and make to collapse into my computer chair, but something on the floor in front of my closet catches my attention.

It's an empty syringe. Fuck. I thought I made sure to keep all my tools put away. Don't tell me I've been getting sloppy with things like this too.

I pick it up and open the closet to pull down the box and hide it where it belongs. A dark figure is in front of me. The gasp is cut off in my throat, my air blocked. A bitter sting stabs my neck, and I fall into darkness.

I peel my eyes open, unnaturally lethargic. The sight before me seems familiar-- a grey ceiling and white lights.

I roll my stiff neck down, and see Kidney sitting on the bed in front of me. I jump weakly, but find that I don't move at all.

Many ropes are snaked tightly around my body, binding me to a heavy chair. It's a terrible thing, being trapped in a hard chair with a sore ass, your future murderer in front of you.

"Can you hear me, Jeeto?" Kidney asks. His voice is calm like in my dream, but not pleasant.

I reluctantly respond in hoarse words. "I can hear you."

"You know what I said the other day."

I listen with baited breath.

"I spoke with an overheated head." Kidney says.

If this is a ploy to get me to open up, I'm afraid it's working.

"I've decided that whether or not that has to happen depends on you, Jeeto. To start, do other members have the videos you took of me and Krin?"

I open my mouth to reply, but he stops me to make a qualification.

"If you lie, I'll find out about it. You won't be leaving this bunker until I've confirmed the truth of every answer you give me."

"I understand," I rasp obediently. "I gave them to Mitchol, but I don't know if he gave them to anyone else."

"Do you wanna give a guess as to whether or not he did?"

I respond honestly. "He probably distributed them around his inner circle. Not only for safe keeping and power over you, but also because of the sheer drama of it.

Sex between a brother and sister is something his friends would naturally be curious to see."

Kidney's face twitches in anger. "Is that what you thought too, when you were spying on us?" He speaks in an acerbic, low tone. "Were we just some morbid, 1800s circus spectacle to your perverted, judging eyes?"

If I weren't in this position, I would laugh at Kidney's delusional umbrage about the way his incestuous relationship is viewed by others. "Of course that's what you were," I think, but I don't dare say it.

"I was intrigued," I say. Hopefully it comes across as honest, but not too insulting or patronizing. "I thought, 'So this is what was so precious to Kidney.'"

"Nevermind," Kidney says abruptly. "How do you usually contact Mitchol? Are you in communication with any of the other members? How do you talk to them?"

"I usually just text Mitchol, though if it's something long, I'll email him. I'm not in contact with any of the others."

Kidney pulls my phone out of his pocket. I instinctively bristle at seeing another person handling it.

"I appreciate that you've told me the truth," he says, sneering. "None of the members, save for Mitchol, are in your contacts list. Now, let me give you another chance to earn some more brownie points with me."

I peer at him through my brown bangs, wondering what shitty thing he's going to ask me to do.

"Tell me, what interests Mitchol? What could you say to him to get him to meet you in a secluded place at night?"

I think for a while, mumbling to myself, "Uhm... erm..."

Kidney slams his fist against the bed's head board. "Rack your fucking brain!"

"Um.. I could invite him out to go hunting. No... tell him I'd brought a top quality subject to the bunker. It'd be for business too, so it doesn't totally contradict what I said about us not being friends anymore."

"What kind of 'top quality subject'," Kidney inquires. "Does he have a girl he wants?"

"I remember him talking about one named Phoebe he takes English class with. She's kind of a loner, has long, reddish-brown hair, and works weekends at the arcade."

"Interesting. And if he asks how you got her, what would you say?"

"Mitchol's tailed her before, and he said she'll sometimes go out late. Phoebe likes to pick up fast food milkshakes and sip them on park benches at night, gazing up at the stars. So, I'd say I took her then."

Kidney nods tersely and makes to text Mitchol with my phone, but before he sends the message he asks once again, "You're sure he'll come for this?"

"Mitchol believes she's a virgin, and he told me he'd prefer to eat her before she "spoils."

With that, Kidney sends it off, and we wait.

Eventually, Mitchol responds. "He's mad," Kidney says, showing me the reply:

"DUMFUCK y wud u take my grl b4 i was rdy? now i gotta drive far or she'll b wasted."

"But, nicely done." Kidney finishes. He flips the phone closed and tosses it onto the bed. Then he takes something out of his pocket.

I squint at the object. "Is that...?"

"Oh this?" Kidney says. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your new taser. It was for me after all, wasn't it? But I guess I was supposed to be on the other side."

Shit. If Mitchol isn't careful...

"Anyway," Kidney says. "Since we're going to be waiting for awhile, we might as well chat to pass the time."

"That'd be fine, if your idea of chatting wasn't just more interrogation."

Kidney raises his eyebrows. "You're getting uppity with me now? Don't forget you're tied to a chair, completely at my mercy. All things considered, I'm being pretty nice to you."

"Hmph," I say. "Your niceties have only been performed out of necessity, necessity which ceased to exist the moment Mitchol agreed to come here."

I observe the furnishings of the room. "It appears I'm occupying the only un-tippable chair here. Guess I'll have to give up my seat once your guest arrives."

"Fine, so it's more interrogation, Kidney admits. "Just tell me this time, why did it have to be Krin? Why did you want her so badly?"

"Because you wanted her so badly." I confess. "You proudly hoarded Krin all to yourself, taunting me and barring me from pleasure."

I sigh. "You had a point the other day, you know. Because the way you insulted me before... it made me feel like I had to put you in your place."

"Yes," Kidney says gravely. "I never should've said so much." He lowers his head moves his lips silently. It looks like he's breathing a prayer or an apology.

He walks behind me, and then that acrid prick finds my neck again. I sink down under. A long and short while of nothing passes, until the oblivion begins to part again.

I open my eyes slowly, disorientated and sore. I find that I'm sitting on the floor, bound in ropes and propped up against a cold wall. I hear screams and curses, so I laboriously turn my head to see what's going on.

"Tell me!" Kidney yells, punching Mitchol in the face. He's really in my chair now, and I lived to see it.

When my eyes adjust more and focus on Kidney's face, I see that it's bloodied and bruised. Even with the taser, he had some trouble getting Mitchol.

Blood dribbles from Mitchol's mouth as he says, "Just calm down, man." He groans in pain. "Look, whatever you think I did, it's not what you think."

Kidney growls, but decides to leave it at that for now. "Jeeto," he says, pointing a red smeared finger at me. "You're awake. I'll get back to you in a minute."

He turns back to Mitchol, "Tell me who you gave the videos to."

"I already told you," Mitchol responds. "I didn't send 'em to anybody."

"Why not?" Kidney demands."I... I just didn't get around to it."

"Liar," Kidney hisses. He storms over to his bag and yanks out a leather whip. It snaps as he flails it out at Mitchol.

"Liar, liar, liar!" Kidney chants the word over and over again as he thrashes the shrieking young man's clothes and skin to ribbons.

Despite myself, I loose a boistrous laugh and heckle Mitchol. "I told ya so, aye?"

Mitchol's gritted teeth tremble as hot tears stream through the blood on his face. "Okay..." He mewls, almost inaudibly.

"Huh, what was that?" Kidney asks.

Mitchol bursts out in a fit of crying. "I said 'okay!' Man... shit. I thought you'd get madder if I told the truth *sniffle*, but I actually gave the vids of you and your sister to Costriel and Nethandre." Repressed whimpers rack his body.

Kidney's lips are tightly pursed, and his face is wrinkled in intense disgust as his eyes bear down on Mitchol. "Those two, they're your mutual friends with Redhand Heriolt."

"Ye-yeah," Mitchol says.

"So it's perfectly plausible, then," Kidney continues, "that Redhand has the videos as well."

Mitchol perks up a bit. "Look... I can set him up for you if that's what you want."

Kidney sneers. "As a matter of fact, that is what I want. And I want all the others too, so I'll offer you a deal, Mitchol.

You work with me to erase every copy of those videos, and help me take down everyone who has them. Then, I'll let you go."

"Really? Thank you!" Mitchol breathes.

"There is a prerequisite, though." Kidney says. "Swear on your life that you won't bother me or my family again after I free you."

"I swear, I swear." Mitchol says. "I won't bother you, your sister, or anybody ever again."

"Very good." Kidney says, then turns back to me. Once he's close, he kneels down and leans in so we're at eye level. My breaths shiver in and out as his gold-streaked eyes bore into my face.

"Listen to me." He says. "You might think this is going to end tonight, but it won't. You will watch and live as I take everything away from you that you took from me and Krin."

My eyes widen as I realize where I heard him say those words before.

"I will destroy the most precious thing to you-- your films. I will take your dignity. I will grind you into nothing, until you lose even your will to live."

My stomach turns. Kidney lips twist upwards wryly when he finishes repeating the curse from my nightmare. Chills crawl along my skin.

"How?" I ask with barely a voice.

"'Luna of Night, eyes of borrowed light, make my own so very bright. Sands sublime, recorder of the subterranean mind, with you, let me intertwine.'" He says.

"It's like what I said that night, when I was in bed..."

"A chant, it just came over you, didn't it?" Kidney says. "You don't know why, but you repeated words you'd never heard."

"I saw the cosmos, and then I saw you." I say.

"Just before I invited you to the park to talk that Sunday afternoon, Kidney says. "I was taken through space to Mother Moon as well. At some point, I scooped up a handful of her white sand.

In each grain was a dream, and I found yours. Once I saw the manifestation of your subconscious, of your malice and lust, I knew that I had to stop you somehow."

"Ahahaa..." I laugh just like I did in the dream, and Kidney tenses. "What the hell is going on?" I weakly ask both him and the universe.

"Maybe you'll find out once this is over." He answers.