[MUSIC DRABBLE] RAUM, DEV, ANTI-CHRIST Author:dexteria Rating: PG-13 to R Series/Fandom:Forgotten Gods Characters/Pairings: Raum/Dev, The Anti-Christ Summary: Music Meme Drabble
"Good Girls Go Bad" - Cobra Starship (feat. Leighton Meester)
There were no words to describe the feeling of being pressed between two hot bodies belonging to two hot guys.
The whispers gliding over her skin, slipping out from lips that had no business tasting her neck or making dark marks against her collarbone, the hands that continuously moved in unison to keep her in place as well as making her shiver - one pair holding her hands against the wall, while the other pair slid over her hips, both of their thumbs gently pressing against delicate mortal skin.
Even if she cried out for help, she knew all too well that she would be silenced. Not that anyone could hear anything coming from their dark corner in the midst of the party.
"And where's the fun in that?" came the voice behind her.
But of course, Dev would have to be sexually assaulted by immortals that could read her mind. It was just her fabulous luck as was everything that happened to her up until now.
"Just be still--"
A finger traced over her clavicle.
"--play nice--"
Warm breath and heated words filled the shell of her ear.
"--and it'll all be over--"
Hot kisses pressed along her inner wrist.
"--before you can even scream," Raum finished. Dev shuddered, feeling the more-than-familiar effect her personal demon had on her.
The other pair of blue eyes looked up from the wet shine on the girl's neck, matching the ones behind her as both shared a knowing look.
"This won't hurt," Remy smiled, the curve on his lips not quite reaching his eyes, before he slid his hand up her thigh.
"We promise."
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"Shut the Fuck Up" - Cake
"Blue."
"Really? How about white?"
"No, blue."
"Hmmm, okay. You sure not the white?"
Kris looked at the ceiling fan above their heads - well, more like directly above his fiancee's head - and thought about it. Quite earnestly, for a couple of seconds.
Though it was about something that probably would upset the "love of his life" most terribly.
"Sweetheart?"
Cold, lifeless blue eyes moved from the fan to the blonde beauty standing before him. The smile that didn't go further than his lips settled unpleasantly against the stone that was his default mask.
"How about blood red?"
"Blood...red?"
"Yes. Blood red. Preferably your blood."
"M-Mine? Kris, what are you talking about?"
He loved how she could still manage to laugh, thinking that everything was simply a joke.
"Your dress, of course. And my suit to match. You have enough for the both of us, I'd imagine."
She continued to look dumbfounded, even slightly scared. If Kris didn't know better, she probably even anticipated this and what came next, through her experience in knowing him and loving him.
Kris rose slowly from his seat and walked over, cold dead eyes still holding onto his fiancee's more vivid greed ones.
"You're so beautiful," he heard himself speaking like the voice on the answering machine, monotone, and filled with nothing but false devotion. "But I like you better like this."
Suddenly, she couldn't breathe so well, and she could only wonder briefly if he had managed to taken her breath away again, like he had done so many times before. Managed to still her tongue with one look, managed to make her say "yes" to everything he wanted.
"Here. My love for you."
His cold eyes looked a little ways beyond her chest and at the live beating heart in his hand. She stared in surprise at it before she realized that there were still veins connected to it, pulsing with life and all connected to the hole that was her chest only seconds before.
Even now she couldn't manage to scream, only compelled to just turn her head just so and smile back up to him.
"I love you, too."
"So it's decided then. Blue."
A slow nod and then a gentle displacement of lips and skin later, Kris was back to his seat from across the mirror, contemplating about his job, no doubt.
She looked down at where his hand had been, holding out her heart for her to see, only to see nothing but her mother's pearl necklace instead and the front of her black turtleneck, feeling nothing but an odd shiver running down her back.