rugbytackle | Ficlet: Sucker Love (for the Songfic challenge)

TITLE: Sucker Love
AUTHOR: Samantha Coyle
PAIRING: VM/SB
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: Yes, please! I absolutely love it!
DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. It is merely the product of an overactive mind, and has no basis in fact. (Basically, I'm a liar and everyone knows it.)
ARCHIVE: Sure, if you want, but please tell me about it.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I have no beta, so it’s all my fault.

In response to a song challenge from

dork_elf, this short fic was inspired by the song "Every Me Every You” by Placebo.

You know me on the inside. You know the things about me that are not so hidden to the rest of the world, like my love of ice cream and my fear of flying. Like why I love Tolstoy, and the smell of the lemon trees in my back yard. But these are the small things that mean little to us.

You know the hidden things too - the tang of my sweat, the silk of my mouth on you. The way I lose my voice from crying out deeper, deeper. The way I lose my will to yours, after coming hard and fast under your heaving body. You know that my limbs ache and bruise at your touch, and that I sometimes want that pain more than everything else.

The truth is that you could do anything, and I would let you. I would let you, and I would hate myself for it. That was how it started with us, remember? You whispered let me paint you, Sean, after too many shots and hours wasted by the pool table together. I didn’t know how to say no to you. I still don’t, even though I had always thought that I was the aggressor in relationships. But that first time, through my drunken haze, I just thought you wanted my image on your canvas; I didn’t know then that I was the canvas. Then you licked gesso onto my lips, and onto the smooth plane of my jaw, and my neck, and there was no arguing - I was yours.

Now I am nothing but your color and your canvas. Your auburn hair against my blonde like a sunrise as our lips press together, urgently, possessively. My hands and knees, clenched and bloodless, pale against your green sheets. Your sea blue eyes etch the back of my neck, tracing my sweat-soaked hair with azure lust. Pink tongue and white teeth mark me, breaking my flesh when I beg you harder, branding my shoulder as you slide your cock into me.

We pound against each other, your fingers massaging my erection brutally. It’s what I didn’t know I wanted; what I have given out but never before taken. Now I can think of nothing else, as your whisper in my ear taunts me – Come on, you bastard. Come for me. And at your words I do, the white of my release a shocking brushstroke across the sheets. Your rosy skin rocks against my yellowish flesh until we are both spent, but I alone am broken.