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Predator: The Invisible Prince chapter  18

The shrill alarm went off simultaneously on Ravki and Rakkah’s gauntlets. They did not spare one another even a glance as they raced at blinding speeds off the ship and into the abandoned city Following the frantic pulsing sensor, Rakkah landed heavily on the palace’s terracotta roof tearing easily through with his weight. Dropping effortlessly to the floor, the scent of blood struck him first before his eyes landed on the bloody sight of his mate.

Ravki slid to a sudden halt at the door as the roar pierced the air. Just for a second, he didn’t react. For that one second, he took in the scene before him. Laying on the ground in a dark pool of blood, Ahzma lay at Rakkah’s feet with an object of some kind protruding from her chest. Dropping to his knees, Rakkah, slid his hands underneath her body visibly flinching at the painful sounds of protest that she made. Knowing what his leader intended, Ravki turned and raced back to the ship jumping over the human buildings and up through the ship’s bay doors.

By now the other hunters were in high alert watching as their leader came up behind him at a slower pace. It only took seconds to snatch the confused human doctor from her room forcing her to join their own medical overseers in the medical bay. The human doctor’s cry of shock was the only sound from the room when Rakkah burst through the door. Laying Ahzma on the medical table, Rakkah stepped back in almost trancelike steps as the human doctor along with another yautja medics worked to remove the little bit of clothes on her body before placing her into the medical sarcophagus. Ravki watched as his leader said nothing as the human doctor and the medics argued about the course of treatment.

“No! We must not be too aggressive with it, if we put too much ephemoralh12 in it would cause her to miscarry,” she shook her head emphatically. “We must pull out the blade carefully and slowly with the surgical drone while the gel solution tries to repair the heart damage and the entry wound. The biggest problem will be the loss of blood…”

Ravki watched as his leader’s head shot up at the woman’s confession. She wasn’t looking at either of them and she didn’t see Rakkah’s hands tighten into fists. Ravki looked from his leader and back to the female now floating in the tank. Her long black hair was suspended in the gelatinous healing fluid of the medical sarcophagus, the mask over her face hid her eyes as it pumped oxygen into her. Stepping forward, Rakkah stared down through the glass of the medical sarcophagus for a long silent moment before turning and grabbing the small silver gauntlet on the table and leaving the room.

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The Tani woman was tracked by the Koga’s hounds and found running along the beach. Rakkah watched in silence as the large group of Upran humans surrounded the woman. Tears streaked their cheeks as anger warped their once happy faces. Led by the male human who danced with his mate and the female called Lyra they beat and halfway drug the woman back to the city. They told her she would live until her child was born and once delivered, they would find a sharp piece of metal and drive it into the woman’s heart just as she did their princess.

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 A week went by and Ahzma’s condition was finally stable. There has been two primary concerns: the loss of blood and the life of the fetus. Though Ahzma’s blood type was rare there was no shortage of volunteers from her people to offer up their own. The puncture through her heart was at seventy percent healing completion by the sarcophagus’s readouts. Sitting by the sarcophagus with their arms hooked to the transfusion machine, both Imani and Lyra stared through the glass as the floating woman and offered up their tear filled prayers.

The biggest obstacle however in Ahzma’s recovery was Rakkah. Until now, Esmerelda had always seen Rakkah as a quiet, level-headed leader amongst brash blood thirsty savages. But now she found the lead hunter unrecognizable. When she proposed they keep Ahzma in suspended healing longer to give the fetus a larger chance at survival he had grabbed her by the throat. Frightened and pulled to the tips of her toes, Esmerelda gasped at the powerful pressure around her throat as he brought her closer to his flexing mandibles.

“You will heal her and bring her out to me!” he snarled, his golden eyes glittering with a malice she had never seen before.

Grasping at his thick wrist, Esmerelda tried to pull away from him. “I will not,” she struggled against him. “She wants this baby and if we take her out now, she may lose it. I know and you know, lord Rakkah if she can keep the baby by simply staying in longer, she would!”

Pulling her even closer, Esmerelda felt her toes completely leave the ground. “By your own notes,” his other clawed hand pointed to the computer screen with her data on Ahzma’s condition. “you admit there is a chance she would fall into a coma if she stays longer.”

“Yes, but…” His hand tightened around her throat.

Panic seized her as she realized the predatory gleam settling into Rakkah’s eyes and she knew in that moment he had every intention on killing her if she stood in his way of getting what he wanted.

Another growl, a lower almost rumbling sound emanated from the other side of the room. Esmerelda’s heart lifted as she watched Ravki uncloak himself and step next to Rakkah. He growled something in the yautja language and Esmerelda watched as whatever he said registered with the yautja leader. A flash of resignation passed through the monster’s gold gaze before brightening to a simmering fury. Releasing her, he paid no attention to her as she fell roughly to her knees.

Angry now, Esmerelda coughed and rubbed at her tender throat as she glared up at the beast. She wanted to fling in his face that it was all his fault anyways. She was there the night of the festival, she watched as Rakkah angrily turned his back on his wife after her performance. She wanted to smear that fact like salt into his wound, she wanted to see how the stupid crab faced monster dealt with that guilt flung at him. But she didn’t, even as angry as she was, she knew that he would kill her within seconds if she so much uttered the words.

Turning back to the sarcophagus, Esmerelda leaned on the medical pod for a few seconds to gather her breath before looking over the readouts again. Looking down she paused at the brown drowsy blinking eyes in the tank. She heard the door open behind her and for a moment Esmerelda considered keeping the info to herself. Rakkah was being awful, it had been a week of pure misery on the ship that floated above Tani. The poor Uprans below were given no information and treated with cold silent indifference at their attempts to ask about their beloved princess’s status. Everyday since her attack, Rakkah had spent nearly every evening taking on new challenges to his thrown in the training bay. Ships from Ojibwe arrived daily with eager hunters using the open call as opportunity to gain the seat of power. Rakkah had gone undefeated. Ember had told her over video call from the safety of her room, in which Akur would not let her leave, that Rakkah had injured dozens of warriors and nearly killed one before Jarak stepped in to drag the hunter away. Rakkah was losing his mind from the loss of his mate. Esmerelda suspected it was most likely the first time the warrior ever even felt such overpowering emotions.

“She is awake,” she said aloud.

Stepping aside to the sudden presence next to her, Esmerelda watched as Rakkah leaned forward and stared down into the tank. Ahzma was only partially lucid, blinking a few times as she stared blankly out the viewing window above her. Focusing on the vital readouts on her monitor, Esmerelda could not help but watch from the corner of her eye as Rakkah lifted a hand to the thick glass. Claws clicked softly at the surface as he watched his mate intently for a few minutes before straightening away from the tank and turning to leave.

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 “You have been in stasis for two weeks now,” Ember wiped away a tear from her cheek as she gave Ahzma a relieved smile.

Ahzma could feel herself nod her head, the movement felt wobbly and not her own. It felt as if there was a puppeteer above her working the strings to her body. Looking from Ember and to Esmerelda she tried to take a deep breath and stem the wave of dizziness.

As if reading her mind Esmerelda rushed to explain. “Don’t worry, the loopy feeling will pass soon. It’s caused from the nutrient gel you were placed in for so long.”

Looking down at her chest, Ahzma pulled the cover that Esmerelda had wrapped her in away from her breast, just enough to see the faint nearly invisible scar over her heart. She ignored Ravki’s presence next to her medical bed, apparently the quiet scarred hunter had been the one to help pull her completely naked body out of the sarcophagus when she first woke. She had been dazed and confused when he sat her on the table. She could only sit, shivering from the cold gel covering her body as Esmerelda and Ember quickly worked to wipe it all off of her. The first thing they told her that the baby was fine and Ahzma was grateful for that. She didn’t remember much of anything about her time in the sarcophagus but she did feel a constant state of dread, as if she was waiting for some impending doom.

For the next few minutes, Ember informed her what had been happening. Ahzma felt no pity for the decided fate of her Tani attacker but it did sink at the despair and limbo her people suffered while she was gone. The only thing that helped was the knowledge that the yautja ship was still orbiting above Tani. While both women talked and comforted her, Ahzma could not help but notice the one glaring detail they both avoided—Rakkah.

“And what of Rakkah?” she asked. The last thing she remembered of her mate was his anger after her dance with Mynhil.

Flicking her gaze to Ravki, Ember looked away with nervous energy.

As if taking his cue, Ravki stepped forward and spoke deeply. “I will inform Rakkah you are awake and recovered.”

Using the hand that was not holding the cover to her breast, Ahzma caught Ravki’s thick forearm in her small grip. The hunter looked down at her hand and back to her with a narrowing questioning gaze.

“Wait,” she commanded him gently, before turning to address the other two women. “What are you all not telling me?”

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 Showered and dressed in a blue and green Upran outfit, Ahzma walked unsteadily alongside Ravki down the ship’s long hall. Occasionally, she felt a wave of fatigue wash over her and stopped to steady herself. Shaking her head, Ahzma took a deep breath and gritted her teeth forcing herself to move forward. Ember’s words kept replaying themselves over and over in her head.

“Rakkah has changed. He is like a madman running around the ship,” she whispered. “He has been accepting challenges to his thrown, going out on dangerous hunts. He just got back yesterday with a trophy of something’s head that was so large and ugly it made all the other hunters celebrate at his victory while at the same time jealous. Akur told me over forty hunters went out this morning seeking to claim equivalent or better trophies.”

“Your attack has brought upon Rakkah’s bloodlust,” Ravki had interjected calmly, turning all three women’s wide eyes to him. Standing like a silent stone tower, he continued. “Most hunters see no issue with his change in mood. However there are some, those of us who have known Rakkah longer, who find this shift unusual.”

Ahzma’s heart raced with worry as they approached a new set of doors. Everything they told her about Rakkah’s behavior sounded so foreign and out of character for her mate. She needed to see him.

The doors opened at Ravki’s command and the sounds of grunts, snarls, and bellowing growls struck her instantly. Walking forward with Ravki, Ahzma noticed a few hunters stare at her with interest before moving to the side. Approaching what looked to be a giant black railing that curved around into a giant circle, Ahzma looked down from her level to the level below to see a circular training ring surrounded by yautja all watching the two hunters in the middle.

Ahzma gasped as she watched Rakkah, who wore none of his traditional armor just a leather skirt similar to Ravki’s, circle the other hunter who was dressed similarly. With nearly white greenish skin that reminded her of a toad, speckled in dark green spots along his flanks and back, the other hunter held both arms out with claws flexed and ready snarling at his leader. Rakkah made no similar gestures, circling the other hunter he simply gave him a bored stare. Incensed, the other hunter lunged out with his claws so fast Ahzma barely had time to register the movement. Sidestepping the move with inhuman speed, Rakkah grabbed the toad hunter’s arm and bent it back until there was a sickening crack. The toad hunter roared, but his sound of pain was drowned out by the sound of ebullient glee from the bloodthirsty crowd. Stepping in front of the downed hunter, Rakkah kneed him in the face sending him sprawling backwards onto his back. Ahzma felt her breath stop as she watched her mate stand over the hunter, straddling the hunter’s head and bent down to grab one of the hunter’s tusk. He was going to break it, somehow, she knew it instinctively. The beautiful gold eyes that had always looked at her with warmth were cold and empty as he prepared to break the fallen hunter’s tusk.

She spoke before she could even think. “RAKKAH!” his name was flung like a whip of reprimand, cracking in the open air, stilling everyone.

Dreads sliced through the air as his head jerked up and his gold predatory eyes found hers immediately. Stepping away from the heavy breathing hunter, Rakkah’s eyes never left hers as he let out a roar. Lunging with one and then two steps he leapt into the air with a power she honestly had no clue yautja’s possessed, launching himself high into the air towards them. Landing silently with a small slide on the viewing balcony where he stood, Rakkah straightened with slow menacing grace. His claws splayed at his sides as he examined her from head to toe, taking her in.

She was about to open her mouth to speak when he lunged for her. Her yelp of alarm went ignored by everyone as Rakkah grabbed her against his chest and sped down the long halls. Closing her eyes to the dizzying speed she wrapped her arms around his thick neck and waited for him to stop.

Opening her eyes, she finally felt him gently pull her away from him and realized with a few blinks they were now in their room. Stepping back away from her, Rakkah stared at her silently for a few moments before speaking.

“Why was I not informed of your recovery?” the depth of his loud growl made her flinch.

Her body was still stiff and a bit sore and she was beyond tired. All she wanted was to let herself fall into Rakkah’s arms and sleep, but she knew she could not. Things between them needed to be straightened first.

Lifting her chin, she stared back at him boldly. “I told them not to. I wanted to hear what has been happening while I have been healing.”

Turning with a whip of his long dreads, Rakkah began pacing back and forth like a jungle cat considering its plan of attack, and she knew her confession bothered him. It meant he was well aware that his actions while she recovered were not actions he was proud of, and that realization comforted her. He wasn’t a madman, like the way Esmerelda and Ember painted him, he wasn’t too far gone.

“Why did you not tell me about the pregnancy?” He demanded, changing the topic.

Crossing her arms, she refused to be derailed. “First, I want to know why you turned your back on me the night of the dance? Why were you so angry that I could dance?”

Stalking close to her, Rakkah crowded her close and stared down at her with furious eyes. “You lied to me.”

Never in a million lightyears would she have expected that response. Stunned she stepped back to look at him, but his large hands spanned her waist keeping her pressed close against him. Ahzma nearly sighed at the familiar warmth of him.

“What are you talking about?” she breathed, trying to pull her gaze from his massive chest. “I never once lied to you.”

“You omitted the fact that you were trained to fight.”

Vaguely she remembered Iko stating something like similar that night. Smiling softly, she shook her head, placing both of her hands against the rise of sculpted muscles on his chest. “Rakkah, that was not fighting, it was only a dance that appears that way.”

Rakkah gave a grunt. “I have witnessed you take a blade from one of my warriors, I have watched you move faster than expected, and I and others watched you move with martial training alongside that human male.” The last part was said with such a vile snarl Ahzma had to wonder if he was actually upset about her dancing or was he just jealous.

“Rakkah, I am obviously not trained to fight or I would have been able to avoid getting stabbed in the chest by a very pregnant insane woman.”

The flash of pain in his gold eyes made the room feel quieter, and Ahzma suddenly felt as if she understood everything. He was in pain.

“Ravki told me you were the one who found me,” she whispered, running her hands in small soothing patterns against his chest.

Beneath her hands his chest rumbled with an acknowledging growl, but he said nothing. His mandibles did not flex, his hands along her waist stayed perfectly still, and his eyes remained fixed. It was as if he was reinforcing all of his self-control.

“Did you miss me?” she urged.

One hand shifted against her and she could feel the slight press of his claws push against her bare waist. Reaching for his hand, she pulled it around and laid it flat on her exposed stomach. Tracing the long fingers to the tips of his black claws she smoothed her smaller hand to lay flat on top f his much longer one.

“Are you happy that I am pregnant?” she pressed, this time seeing the flash of raw emotion pass through his beady eyes.

His hand tightened protectively against her stomach while the other pressed her even closer. But he was still holding himself in check, she noted, she wanted to break through his defenses.

“That night when I laying on the floor, all I kept thinking was how much I wanted you. I have never been happy before Rakkah,” she ignored the warning growl he emitted, knowing he wanted her to stop. “I have never felt happiness like I feel it with you. I love you and I prayed and prayed to somehow live and stay by your side.”

Ahzma flinched has one hand suddenly wrapped around her neck. With wide eyes she stared at Rakkah’s now glowing furious eyes. Pulling her closer her wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her off the ground against him.

“I considered letting you die,” he began in a low snarling voice. “just to make this madness within me cease.”

She should have been scared by what he was saying and doing, but Ahzma refused to give him that. She refused to be intimidated by him.

His hand moved from around her neck and gently pushed back some of her long black hair that hung partially in her face. “But I realized it would only grow worse once you are gone. You are infectious, you have weakened me with your affection in a way I cannot recover from.” Ahzma couldn’t stop the tears from rolling from her eyes as he spoke. “I felt no purpose of life without you and I watched my sanity slip knowing I failed you and our child. You will stay by my side forever Ahzma. You will never leave me again.”

Crying fully now she framed his face with both of her hands. “Say it,” she demanded.

Letting out a stubborn grunt he turned his head away and stared at the far wall. “You wish to see me further weakened, mate?”

She kissed the concaved skin on his mandible and looked at him again. “I need to hear you say it.”

Hoisting her higher against him, Rakkah walked her over to the bed and sat her down. With quick practiced hands he pulled the clothing from her body and pointed silently in command for her to lay back against the bed. Obediently, she complied. Taking off his own leather skirt he joined her on the bed and pressed their bodies against one another. One hand of his slid down and over her breast, pausing to tease her nipple before continuing to stop at her soft stomach. In this position his dreads formed a curtain around her.

“If it is my weakness you want my mate, know that you have it. I can no longer live my life without you or your love.” Bending his head close to her shoulder, Ahzma let out a hitched breath as she felt him enter her slowly and she heard him growl low in her ear. “I will never stop loving you my mate.”

 Fin

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Study Together

Fandom: IT (2017) Character: Henry, butch Relationship: Henry/reader Request: Can you please write more for henry? Maybe hes making out with the reader when his dad comes home and nearly catches them but henry hides them. His father beats him and leaves so the reader wants to show him love and smut happens? You walked down the corridor of the school, your eyes flicking from face to face as you searched for one person, who you found leaning against a locker. Henry looked around, glaring at everyone with his arms folded across his chest. You always liked seeing Henry from afar, seeing how he acted with other people, because he didn’t act like that with you. The second his eyes fell on you, they noticeably softened and a small smile/smirk dawned his lips. “Hey.” He greeted, pushing himself off the locker towards you. For about 6 months, you had been tutoring him every night after school for half an hour but it had been increased to an hour due to the exams coming up. You had known him for years and the two of you had a connection that went unsaid. You knew it was this friendship with Henry that kept your safe from harm, but you wondered if the others would ever have laid a finger on you. They seemed to enjoy your company and Vic and Belch were always the first to come to you if something was wrong with Henry. Patrick was a different question entirely, but even then, he wasn’t as bad as he was with others. “Hey, I just read on a sign that the library is going to be closed today. Can we study at yours?” You asked, cocking your head to one side in question. You had actually never been inside his home before. The two of you had stayed outside but only on occasions. He didn’t like having you around at his home but you never asked why. You had spoken to Vic about it, but he had said that Henry doesn’t like being weak. And he mentioned that his father wasn’t the nicest person. So you stayed away. You instantly saw Henrys eyes widened and you saw the flash of fear. “Cant we go to yours?” Henry asked, but you shook your head. “The kitchens getting done and the places is like a building site till 8 oclock.” You told him. Noticing how uncomfortable he was getting, you wondered how bad it really was. “We could cancel?” You suggested, unable to hid the sadness in your voice. You looked forward to these moments with him. He had been your first and only crust for years and even now, you knew it was more than a crush. Maybe you loved him. You didn’t really know. “No!” Henry said, a little louder and drawing attention to you both from the crowd passing by. “No, my place is fine. I’ll meet you after class at the south block entrance.” Henry told you just as the bell rang and the two of you parted ways. You glanced at him over your shoulder. Maybe these sessions meant a lot to him as well. ——————–timeskip—————- You and Henry walked up the long driveway to his home. Instantly, you noticed his fathers car wasn’t there and realised that might have been the only reason Henry was okay having you around. Henry made sure his father never knew about you or even get near to you. His friends had said it was for the best and he would keep you safe. Although the gang weren’t the nicest people in the school, they were loyal and kind to their own. Henry climbed the porch and opened the front door, quickly glancing around before allowing you into the house which lead straight into the living room. It was dull, dark and very depressing. Your eyes fell on the closed curtains that looked like they had never been opened. You saw the empty cans upon cans of beer sitting about along with cigarette butts and ash everywhere. You were snapped out of your thought when you noticed Henry staring at you. Turning to him, you smiled, hiding your silent judgement. “Where can we study?” You asked, keeping your tone very light and friendly. You saw him let out a small sigh of relief. “My room.” He mumbled and moved toward the hall. You followed, your eyes falling on broken glass and holes in the wall. If you had been here on your own, you would have left straight away. But you needed henry to see you were okay. Maybe it would build more trust between the two of you. Although, it did make sense as to why he always came to yours. You would happily stay in your nice, clean home compared to here. It made sense why he stayed out till late or why you had never been here before. Henry went into a room, holding the door open for you. His bedroom was a lot better than the rest of the house. There was no beer cans or cigarettes around, though you knew he did drink and smoke sometimes. It was a very big room with not a lot in it. His double bed was pushed up against the wall furthest away from the door and was unmade. In one corner was a chair that had clothes thrown over them despite the wardrobe that was built in the wall. There was 2 chest of draws, one right next to his bed and some of the draws were open, showing a mishmash of different items; pens, paper, lighters, bands and more. The other seemed to have clothes in them. On the top was a small lamp which, for some reason, wasn’t plugged in. you walked into the centre of the room, not wanting Henry to think you didn’t want to come inside. Once in, henry shut the door over behind you. “You have a very big room.” You commented, trying to find the good as you looked out the window which looked over the large fields for miles. “And a lovely view.” You smiled, trying to him. Henry smiled, looking down at his feet and back to you. In his eyes, you saw a flash of relief, happiness and joy. He moved over to the bed, grabbing the sheet and quickly spreading it to make the bed before sitting on it. You were quick to join him, placing your bag in the centre and pulling out your books. For 10 minutes, you two quickly went over what you had done yesterday, just to make sure Henry understood. “Henry, are you listening?” You asked, noticing he was staring at you but didn’t seem to be taking anything in. “You sound like a teacher.” He smirked, knowing this would playfully annoy you. Your mouth dropped open before smiling slightly and deciding to play along. “Fine, I’ll leave.” You stood up, throwing your hair over your shoulder dramatically but just as you were about to head to the door, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You stumbled and fell back, but arms caught you and you were pulled onto Henrys lap. “Henry!” You laughed, wiggling in his grasp as he chuckled. You twisted in his grip and the laughter died as your eyes met his. His eyes were filled with such joy whenever he looked at you. You were now sitting with both your legs swung to the side, your upper half of your body turned to face him. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist. You were pressed against his body so you moved your hands to rest on his shoulders. You were both frozen in this position, your body not moving. Henry took a deep breath before leaning forward, only stopping when his lips were millimetres away from your own, almost begging you to close the distances. Which you were more than happy to do. This seemed to ignite a fire in Henry as he kissed, his hand traveling up and down your back, pulling you as close as he could. Your hands slipped up his shoulders and onto his neck, your thumbs rubbing circles along his jaw. You let out a moan into the kiss, adoring the feeling of his lips on yours. It was in that moment that you knew it wasn’t just a crush. You adored him, loved him. “Henry.” You gasped as you pulled away for air. “fuck, [y/n]!” Henry cursed as he slammed his lips back to yours, as if he couldn’t be without them for another minutes. Your body shivered at the sound of your name falling from his lips in such a lustful way. But then suddenly Henry froze. You pulled back, confused as you panted slightly, seeing his eyes were wide and the faint sound of a car engine met your ears. “Henry?” You half whispered, wondering what had gotten him so scared. Henry moved you quickly onto his bed and raced out his bedroom. You stood up, about to go after him until he bolted back into the room. “Get in the cupboard!” He barked at you, grabbing you by the arms and moving you the wardrobe. He let go and pushed you inside. “Whats going on! You’re scaring me!” You gasp at him as you were shoved roughly into the small space which you could just fit in. Hanging clothes moved apart and you were standing on some of his shoes. “Don’t come out until I say!” Henry ordered, looking at you in the eyes for the first time since he had rushed back in the room. He hesitated as he gripped the cupboard door, before letting them go to move forward and kiss you. This kiss was different. Very different from before. It was needy, and scared. You could feel how tense he was and he was shaking. You kissed him back, although you weren’t sure why. He had shoved you in here but there had to be a reason. Something scared him. Then you heard the front door open with a bang. “Henry!” A voice boomed through the house, making his jump and shudder before he pulled back and slammed the doors closed. The wardrobe doors were wooden and there was panels that were slanted that allowed you to see out, although you couldn’t see much. You saw Henry grab the sheets, pull them up and push them over your bag and books, hiding them while making the bed look like it was just not made. Heavy footsteps approached the bedroom as he twisted, his eyes falling on something. You clasped your hand over your mouth just as henrys father, Butch, strode into the room. You felt the tension in the room as you pressed yourself into the closet. “You been ditching school again?” Butch growled at his son in a low voice. “No, sir.” Henry answered, his voice shaking along with his hands. You knew this was a lie. He had missed third period today. To spend time with you because you had a free period. Butch strode towards his son and raised his right hand, bringing it down to strike Henry hard across the face. Henry stumbled back, gasping as he raised both his hands to try and defend his face but Butch punched him in the stomach. Your eyes widened as tears filled them. You wanted to run out, to stop him. But you knew you couldn’t. Henry had hidden you for a reason. And fear glued you to the spot. Butch reached forward, wrapping his large hand around Henrys skinny neck and moving to pin him against the opposite wall. Butchs back was now to you while Henry was facing you. He could see your eyes through the small gaps. Despite the large room and lack of oxygen, he could see your fear and tears. He squeezed his eyes shut as he helplessly gasped for air. “You skip school again boy and I’ll beat you so bad you’ll be in hospital for those exams!” Butch growled, dropping his son, who slid to the ground, sobbing and gasping for air. This gave Butch the chance to kick in him the stomach a few more times along with one final smack to the face. “Im going to the pub. You’d better not be here when I get back!” Butch threated and Henry let out whimper in response. With that, Butch left the door. You listened carefully until your heard the front door slam and the engine turn on again. Once the car pulled away, you pushed the door open and darted to check outside Henrys bedroom, just to make sure Butch wasn’t still there. Then you turned to Henry. For a moment, your were frozen as you saw the person you loved in such a state, both physically and mentally. You didn’t know what to do. “Go, before he comes back.” Henry called out to you, not looking at you. When you didn’t respond, he glared up at you. “GO!” He ordered, his face contorted into anger but his eyes were screaming pain and embarrassment. “I cant.” You whispered, moving towards him cautiously. “I cant leave you here.” this prompted him to sob even more, his hands covering his face while his leg were out in front of him. You darted to him, wrapping your arms around him. Instantly, you scolded yourself, fearing you would scare him by doing this but you didn’t. Instead, Henrys arms grabbed onto like you were the only support he had as he pulled you closer. You straddled his hips, allowing him to bury his face in your neck and sob, his tears wetting your neck but you didn’t care. You couldn’t fight your own tears as you help him tightly. You leaned your head down to press your lips to his neck lightly, wanting to try and show him some affection. To show him that it was going to be okay and that he could feel safe, if only for a few moments. He had kissed you so passionately before, he had done it in the wardrobe to show you that you were going to be okay, and now you wanted to do the same. “[y/n].” Henry let out your name as he held you. you continued to press light kissed to his neck before pulled back to looked at him. “you shouldnt have done that for me.” You whispered to him, only because you didn’t think your voice would last any higher. “You shouldn’t have ditch class for me if this is what you get for it. Im not worth it.” Your tears fell silently as you spoke, not wanting him to ever be hurt like this again, let alone because of you. “I wanted to. I wanted to see you. i-I need you.” He whimpers, looking away from you out of embarrassment. Your raised your hand slowly to press against his cheek and gently moved his face towards yours. Leaning in, you ever so slightly pressed your lips against his in a soft and You wanted to make him feel better. You wanted to take all this pain away. “Ive got you.” You mumbled against his lips, feeling a shiver go down his spin before the kiss became heated. Really heated. Henry started to dominate the kiss, and you allowed him to. You wanted to give him something he’d never had. Control. No one had ever given him control so willingly before. With his friend he had to fight for dominate and with the others at school, he had to gain it with fear. But you were different. He was very aware that he looked weak and vulnerable so he tried to make it up to you, while you were wanting him to feel wanted and safe. His hands gripped at your hips, pulling you closer and down while his own hips gave an involuntary thrust up. Heat raised to your cheeks as you gasped into the kiss. You felt him freeze as his actions dawned on him and he realised that he had rubbed his growing erection against you. A thousand thoughts sent through your mind, but none seemed to beat out the passion and lust you were feeling for him right now. You rolled your body against his, answering his thrust with your body and silently telling him it was okay. You felt his body tense as you did this, but his hands grabbed your hips and pushed your hips down so he could repeat the action. You moaned against his lips, gripping onto his shoulders. You pulled away, panting but Henry didn’t want to lose the feeling of your skin on his lips so he ducked his head to your neck. “Henry.” You breathed. “Will that thing be back any time soon?” You asked. It took Henry a moment to realise you were talking about his father, but when he did, he smirked against your skin at the name. “Nah, not till after dark.” He gently shook his head, not moving away from your skin. “Good.” You mumbled as you pulled away. Henry frowned and was about to protest when you grasped the bottom of your top and pulled it up and over your head, throwing it to the side. Henrys eyes instantly fell to your bra and breast, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. His hands moved from your hips to your breasts in a matter of seconds, grabbing at the flesh there almost painfully, but you didn’t care. Your head lulled back slightly as you let out a moan. Your hands tugged at his shirt, want desperately to feel his body on yours but you felt him freeze for a moment. Ever so slowly, he pulled his hands away from you and removed his shirt and you instantly knew why he had been reluctant. His body was covered in marks. Dark bruises, cigarette burns, scars both old and new. Henry refused to look at you as your eyes saw signs of his ‘weakness’. Ducking down, you slowly lowered yourself to his chest, pressing your soft, warm lips against an older looking scar. Henry took a ragged breath in as you did, his head falling back against the wall. You pressed a line of kissed down his chest to a bruise, then to a burn and back to a scar. You could feel his heart beating hard against his chest as you pulled up, pressing your lips up his jaw and finally to his lips. Reaching behind you, you unclipped your bra and allowed the material to drop from your body. Henry grabbed onto it and threw it to join your top, his hands finding your breasts once again. He let out a whining noise against your lips as he took your breasts in his hand and you returned it with a moan. Pulling back, you got to your feet, seeing the fear in his eyes as if he thought you were going to leave. But you offered him a hand which he didn’t take but did stand up, using the wall for support. He watched your carefully, wondering what your next move was going to be. But you smiled sweetly at him and kissed him again, your breasts pressed against his beaten chest. His arms instantly wrapped around you, pulling you closer before falling to your jeans. He played with the top of the material, his fingers ghosting over your skin as he grew with confidence before hooking then and giving them a tug. You smirked against his lips, loving how far he’d come in the last few minutes. You quickly undid your jeans and slide them down your legs, pulling away from the kiss much to his displeasure at first. You took off your jeans and threw them across the room, but didn’t go back to his lips. Instead, you kneeled in front of him, your fingers playing with the button on his jeans first, giving his an chance to protest. When he didn’t, you undid them and pulled them down, accidently along with his boxers. when the cold air of the room hit his hardened member, he hissed slightly until you gently wrapped your fingers around his. The second he felt the contact, he gritted his teeth together, trying to stifle any moans, which he was successful at doing. At first. you stroked him a little before leaning closer and licking the slit of his cock, earning a growl as he thrust involuntarily. You were more than happy to oblige the silent request as you took the head into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and running your tongue over it. You felt Henry shudder as his hands grabbed handfuls of your hair but surprisingly, didn’t force you. Taking more in your mouth, with each centimetres, Henry would shudder, moan or groan. You started a slow rhythm of bobbing your head, using your hand on the area you couldn’t reach. You felt his hands tighten in grip of your hair and then release every now and again. Looking up, your eyes met his as he started down at you, his mouth half open and his gaze filled with lust. you kept eye contact as you continued to pleasure him until your own need was too great and you pulled away. “Fuck me?” You looked up at him, his hands still in your hair. You didn’t know how much Henry loved this image of you, looking up at him, a strand of saliva from your mouth to his cock, begging him to fuck you. Even if he never got laid again, that image was enough to keep him going forever. He nodded to the bed, unable to speak and you quickly understood. Standing, you pulled down your panties and stepped out of them as you moved to the bed, feeing his eyes on your body. You sat on the edge of the bed which was rather high and spread your legs for him. Henrys eyes fell to your core and he approached you. Reaching out, he gently stroked your clit down to your opening and back up, feeling how wet you already were for him. Your head fell back and you placed your hands behind you to support yourself. Looking back to him, you saw him raising his finger to his mouth, tasting you as he lined himself up with your entrance. You let out a long moan as he thrusted into you, filling you completely. “Oh fuck, god.” You moaned, falling back so you were lying on the bed. henry answered with his own string of curses as he placed his hands either side of you so he was leaning over you before thrusting. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as his hips met yours in the most pleasurable way. your hands grabbed the sheets, gripping them till your knuckles were white as you let out moans and gasps. Henry swore again and again as his eyes squeezed shut then flew open, watching you closely. You happily met his eyes, your teeth biting your lower lip. Apparently, it was too much for him as he ducked down to smash his lips against yours, his hands moving to grip your hips, his fingers painfully digging into your side but you didn’t care. The pain was a welcomed along side the pleasure of his hips meeting yours. The room was filled with the sound of labouring pants, gasps and swear words. you reached up placing your hands on the back of his neck, moving his hair to touch his skin. “Im g-gonna-“ You trailed off against his lips as the coil tightened in your lower stomach. Henry pulled back but kept his forehead against yours just as you orgasmed. Your walls clenched around him as the pleasure blinded you, your whole world sparked with pleasure. “f-f-fuck!” Henry growled and he thrusted one more time before he came, spilling himself of you. you buckled your hips up, your orgasm subsided slowly. Henry collapsed to his knees by the bed, resting his head on your knee for a moment while the two of you caught your breath. You sat up just as Henry moved to sit beside you. you saw he had tensed up and realised he didn’t really know what would happen. “That was quite a study session.” You giggled as you stood up, grabbing your clothes off the floor. You only put on your panties and bra when you looked at Henry, who refused to meet your eyes as he grabbed his boxers and shoved them on. “Henry?” You asked as he pulled on his jeans again. He looked up at you, obviously waiting for you to say something else. Instead, you walked up to him and pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss. His whole body relaxed again as he returned it. “Come back to mine? We can ‘study’ some more.” You pulled away, looking up at him as your bit your lower lips. His arms wrapped around you as he smirked. “’slong as I’m the only one you study with.” He smirked, but you understood what he meant. “As if there was anyone else I’d want to study with.” You giggle, kissing him on the cheek before parting from each other to find the rest of your clothes.

Faking it- part two

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