Hallows: Duets

Make Sure She Doesn't Scream

Chiodos- Notes In The Constellations

Dante:

Ashley and David are standing on my bed. He's telling her not to add anything to his Milky Way mural while she uses one of the gold markers to draw notes over the paint. It's cute because her entire body is stretched up so she can reach. Her purple t-shirt is pulled up exposing her belly. Her little shorts would probably be sliding down if her ass didn't fill them the way it does.

"It's just twinkle-twinkle, David. It'll look so cute and he can read notes now," she argues. "I want to be on the wall too,"

"This is my wall," he shakes his head and pushes her hand away. "Find your own spot,"

"David, it's the combination of-" I cut her off by sliding my up her soft belly. She immediately puts her arm down.

"Keep arguing," I whisper pressing my lips to her side. When she opens her mouth to protest, David kisses her to get her to shut up. I smile when her skin lifts breaking out in goosebumps. She shivers.

Fuck, how long have I wanted to be here? It feels like she's made me wait for a f*****g eternity. I can hear her heart pounding in her chest. Her breathing is all over the place. She stops, takes in short labored breaths, and then stops again. As if she were running for her life.

She lets out a little cry when I pop the button of her shorts open. She's so aware of her surroundings that the sound startled her. It's something I've noticed about her over the summer. She's very aware of her surroundings most of the time. It changes when she's doing something that keeps her distracted. When she's playing and working on her music, the world can very well be burning around her and she wouldn't notice. But when we're alone, her instincts are sharp. I pull her little shorts down her legs to find that she doesn't have anything underneath.

After we got back from the Cafe, she showered and I think she fully expected us to leave her alone while she dealt with seeing her dad on her own. I don't want her to be alone anymore. I want all of her. Those are my tears she's spilling. My pain she's feeling. I want her to be with me forever in any way that she'll have me. Whatever she needs me to be. I will be. The only other person I've ever wanted this way is him and as he kisses her, pulling her thin little t-shirt off, I can't help but feel complete.

It's an odd feeling. Especially for someone like me. I have everything I've ever wanted. In what world does that make sense? How can something as grotesque as I deserve even a moment of peace?

She gasps when I spread her legs a little, lifting one up as I press my lips to the inside of her thighs. There are dozens of little scars there. I open my mouth to bite down on them. Her hand buries itself in my hair. Just one tug and I have to pull away to keep calm.

Her body trembles when I go a little higher, slipping my fingers between the heat waiting for me to consume. She's already wet when I press on her opening a little. She cries into David's mouth when my thumb meets her little pink clit. She smells amazing. I spread her legs further, turning her hips slightly so I can get between the two of them. I prop her leg up on my shoulder and lean in to lick her.

"Dante," her hold on my hair tightens and then she releases me. "David,"

I glance up to see he's holding her around the waist. Her back completely arched back as he sucks on her breast. Her damp hair blends in with the darkness of my room. Her eyes are shut, mouth slightly parted, there's nothing more perfect. I completely dive in. Sucking, teasing, biting. Every time she says my name I have to fight the urge to slam her on the bed and just take her.

Needing her skin on mine, I take my button-up off and pull her down so she can straddle my face. A little giggle comes out of her. Her hips rock against me. I wrap my arms around her thighs wanting her to do that again. I can feel her warmth flood into me as she gives in but hers isn't the only essence in the room that's willing.

His hands go for my jeans. David has always been like this. He doesn't ask. He doesn't take his time. I groan when his hot mouth is around me as he pumps me hard with his fist. My body shudders as the heat coming from the two of them start to overwhelm the coldness I've been trying to fight back since the Summer started. The familiar feel of his soul inside of me takes me to the edge and I have to bite down on Ashley's thigh. She cries out as and her thighs tighten around me as we come together.

"f**k," I groan when she gets off.

"Give him a second, baby," David pulls her away from me as their essence fights for dominance inside of me.

I knew from the moment he told me she was a virgin that it wouldn't be safe for me to take her alone. Pure essence like that has always made me a little crazier. It's stronger. I've been feeding on her throughout the Summer trying to get my body used to it but I can easily say that it didn't help in the slightest. Her soul is a lot hotter than his. He's the heat coming off the fire while she's the fire itself. She is going to hate me for the next couple of weeks. I can already tell that I am going to get clingy from this s**t.

I look over at the two of them when she whimpers again to see that his face is between her legs. Her body is arched up, one hand in his hair, and the other gripping the satin sheets. This is the first time I see these. I have to tell James that we're going to need more because these were made to have her laying on them naked.

I sit up watching them, my body already responding to the sight. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. I can't believe I hated her once. That I've contemplated killing her on more than one occasion. Odds are that I'm going to want to do it again. Kill her I mean because she's f*****g nuts. She fits right in with the rest of us.

"You okay over there?" David asks. I look over to see them both looking back expectantly.

"I don't think I've ever been okay until now," I admit. They both laugh.

"Hey, be gentle," he says. "Tell me what you need me to do,"

I nod reaching for him. He lets me lay him back on the pillows. Her eyes are on the two of us as I motion her over. She crawls over to me and sits between his legs looking up into my eyes. I can feel her excitement inside of me but there's also fear and that's what is f*****g us all up. That's what makes her so f*****g hot. What makes her passion rage in literally everything she does. She's scared of everything but her survival response to it is what makes her so f*****g perfect.

"I'm going to need you to keep her from screaming," I instruct David. "If she screams, I'm going to lose control,"

"Okay," he nods.

She sits back letting me kneel between her legs as I tilt her head back enough so I can just lean and brush my lips against hers. It takes a couple of tries, the fear fighting me, but when the pleasure wins her eyes close and she opens herself up to me.

Tasting her isn't like having all of her. It's all it is. A sample of who she is. If I give in the way I want to, I don't know if I'd be able to stop myself from taking it all at once. It wouldn't be pleasant for her and the next time she might not be as willing. I hold the back of her head positioning myself between her legs. My d**k twitched needing more than just the feel of her heat.

She's already panting, trembling, and trying really hard to close her legs to get some friction. David tilts her head back so it's resting on his shoulder. Her hands are gripping his thighs. My mind is starting to spin with all the imagines that have run through my head since we met. I hold myself at her entrance gently teasing her. I look up at her to see her eyes are fixated on what I'm doing.

"Please," she whispers.

I lean into her and slowly push in the tip as a little whimper in the back of her throat sets fire to my entire body. I place my hand on her belly to keep her from moving as I carefully start to push inside of her. Her body tightens up gripping me tighter. It's almost painful as I try to fit myself inside of her.

The moment I'm all the way in her the essence of who she is- just erupts all around me blowing away any remnants of the cold left in my body. I hear the clicking coming from behind me as the reaper wraps her hands around my throat.

"More," she demands.

"No screaming," I choke feeling both my familiars here with us.

I open my eyes to them surrounded by black snakes. They're everywhere. I don't want to look up at her because I know what she'll be looking back at. I don't ever want her to look at me the way she did the night I showed her what I really am but I can't help but want to make the connection. Her big hazel eyes are almost black, pupils fully dilated. When I try to lean in to hide my Hallow state, her hands cup my face.

"All of you," she pants and lies back exposing her neck to me.

The black mamba's body wraps itself around her protectively accepting what she has to offer us. All of us. Something it never did for David. My demons have never come out to play with him but they're very present for her. I pull out and slowly move back in giving up the part of me that's going to belong solely to her. He turns her head and kisses her when her lips part to cry out. No, I can't hear her scream right now. I haven't had my demons simultaneously rage and the last thing I want to do is let them rage here with the two most important people in my life.