Fan Fiction |
by middle finger
~Straight Jacket Songs~
I hate you, Ling. I hate you.
I hate and worship your soul all at once.
Don't you get it? Don't you understand it yet? You and I are but the same. We share the same passion, the same dreams, the same evil. Only though staring at you were I able to picture the demon living beneath my flesh. And it's beautiful. We both are beautiful.
This fucked up society considers our kind twisted and dangerous. They lock us within cold walls and tranquilize us so we would be deprived of our power to hurt people. How i want to puke... they disgust me.
Ling, we are not like them. Never assume that you can live peacefully with such bland and worthless beings. It isn't possible for a viper to co-exist with chickens without having to devour one of them. It's innately ferocious. That's the law of the universe.
What had Qi Luo done to you?
What spell did she cast upon you that made you think you are normal? How I wish I could've killed her on that rooftop. With my bare hands, how I wish I could've destroyed her into little pleading pieces like I did that bastard. A filthy slut who goes ballistic at the thought of men touching her. She deserved her past. She deserved her pain. She deserved her mother's rejection.
But you... You do not deserve that trash.
You belong to me.
I know Ling, together with your tumultuous days, it has been erased from your memory. You certainly have already forgotten the moment we shared the night you salvaged me from death.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
I could barely hear the loud, angry voice of a boy who barged in while I was being attacked. Yes, it was the 12 year old you. Everything was a blur, really. I desperately tried to crawl away and just silently sob at the corner.
"Who do you think you are?"
"It's none of your business, asshole!"
"Why are you trying to defend that pest?"
No word came from your lips but one by one, you beat them up. With much fury and force, you kicked and punched and made them ask for mercy. All because you wanted to protect me.
They ran away cursing you and threatening me but you didn't give a damn.
"Are you... all right?", you asked, kneeling in front of me.
I didn't look fine but I merely nodded.
"Why would they beat up a girl? I don't understand. Did they try to rape you?"
My heart stopped beating. Even you had mistaken me for a girl. Yes Ling, they were trying to rape me until they learned that I have a penis and that's when all hell broke loose.
"I... I'm a boy.", I answered with a poker expression but with tears running down my broken face.
We were both silent for a while until perhaps it finally seeped through you. I am a boy. The rain started to pour outside and you merely kept staring at me. I was afraid you were going to leave but...
"My name's Chen Ling.", you suddenly uttered.
"Tong Dao. Fan Tong Dao."
The wind began to blow hard that I started to shiver for my clothes were torn and I was still bleeding. You then unbuttoned your jacket and wrapped it around my slender shoulders.
"Here, this will keep you warm."
Of course Ling, you will deny all of these. I know you will. But understand that your memories were buried together with your mother and twin brother. Do you still want me to dig up their graves so i can show you the proof of our special experience? Because I can. I can do that, Ling. And I'm not even done yet.
After a few minutes of silence had passed, you sat beside me when you noticed that my eyes were drooping and made me lean my head against your chest.
You were attracted to me, I was well aware of that but even at that age, I already could manipulate people and make them believe I was innocent and weak. So I just pretended I didn't know what was going on.
You began to carress and smell my hair. Then your hands slid down my neck, then my chest, my tummy and finally, inside of my pants.
"Ling?" I asked confusedly.
"Its okay, Tong Dao. I'll just take your pain away. You want that, don't you?"
I just nodded and allowed you to play with my body. You pressed your lips against mine while you kneeded my genitalia and I just shook in utter helplessness.
Slowly, I gave in. You began to lick my bruised and scarred skin as you took my remaining clothing off. You licked my ears, my jawline, my collarbone, my nipples, my navel and almost everything you laid eyes upon.
My wounds, you sucked on them. You sucked on the blood like a leech. And though it stung, I couldn't help the unexplainable feeling that made me go delirious.
"Ah! L... Li... Ling!"
For a 12 year old, you were amazing. You made me feel desired and precious.
But I also had to do my part. I took your left hand and sucked on your fingers as well. I moaned like a girl would to keep your libido high and to make you forget that I was only an androgynous boy.
However, Ling, I wonder... Why was it only me that was naked? Even then you were trying to hide something, weren't you? You didn't even let me lift your shirt nor unzip your pants. Your fingers and mouth were all I got to taste. They were enough but I wanted more.
Without warning, you penetrated me. I was a virgin yet you humped as if there was no tomorrow in that I could smell blood coming out my anus. It hurt more than any other physical pain I've felt in my life but somehow, I didn't want it to end. You see, that night, with only the raindrops as our witnesses, I gave myself to you.
We belong to each other.
My first orgasm was with Chen Ling. The best thing about it? You didn't just up and left after. You held me close like I'm an expensive doll until I surrendered to the song of the slumber.
I woke up the following morning and you were gone.
If you thought I would forget about it as easily, you were wrong. I hunted you. I learned everything about you. I watched your every move and like a panther, stalked you in hush.
Do you remember it now, Chen Ling? Can you hear my moaning now and recall how my slashed skin felt? How my blood tasted? How euphoric it felt fucking and coming inside of a Fan Tong Dao?
That's evil right there and then. You took advantage of my weakness and cared not if it would cause me grief. And that's why you have to be with me. Even if it takes death to bring us together, it doesn't matter.
In a few months time, I'll get out of this asylum once more. Maybe then we could talk things over coffee and cinnamon or if you want to reminisce about that night, I'd be more than willing to bring you over to that deserted building and let you conquer every centimeter of my body.
I love you, Ling. I love you.
I love and despise your soul all at once.
We own each other and I will do everything I can to cause sorrow to those who will take you away from me. Not because I want to or I have to...
But because I can.