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I Should Be Dead	By : Alice_Jones Category: +A through F > Five Nights at Freddys Views: 1499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Vincent, can you hear me?" I let out a sound that meant yes, still not trusting my mouth. Still not trusting anything else that was rightfully mine. "I made you a cup of tea." Yes, I thought. Tea sounded spot on, right now. I just didn't know if I could get it to my face. One time Ballora had covered me in everything she could get her - my hands on. Just to take the piss. I slowly, carefully, sat up. I saw the cup, just beside me on the table. With some misgivings, I reached for it, and was relieved when I succeeded in taking a sip. So I downed half the cup. It was almost cold, but still soothing, the way tea is. How long - ?
I tried my voice. "How long have I been on the couch?"
"Almost an hour. Maybe I should have called a doctor or something, but you seemed to be breathing fine, and I don't know who your doctor is, or where to find your health information and I wasn't sure what was wrong with you..." He trailed off in hesitation, and I sat quiet holding the cup I just emptied. He looked around nervously. "Would you like me to make you some more?"
"Yes, thank you."
He flew up from the seat and lightly but quickly grabbed the cup and left for the kitchen. I cocked the tiniest smile, and was happy in the tiniest possible way that he was here. That's not fair. He bloody well saved us. They were out the door, and ready for the first kid on the block. Something about Scott pleased them, or at least made them pause. I don't know. I sighed at the absurdity, and shook my head a little. They would ruin me. It was just a matter of time. Maybe I should get myself locked up before they do. It would serve them right.
He came back with the tea soon, and I fully took in the smell of it. It truly was a soothing thing. "Scott." He turned before he sat, and waited. "Thank you. I hate to imagine what would have happened if you hadn't been here...But I can imagine it. I owe you". He smiled shyly, and looked down as he sat, and I nursed my cup. He looked around the room in awkward silence. I knew he wanted some explanation for what that was, and I happened to have one that could wrap up everything he thought he had seen. "I have epilepsy."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"I can feel when a siezure is about to come. That's why I had to leave work today. And don't be sorry. It's not like it's your fault."
"No, I am sorry. I always think the worst of you. I can't believe what a jerk I have been to you...I really hope you don't remember what I said to you on your doorstep."
"Honestly, I didn't hear anything you said. It's quite alright, Scott."
As I set the cup back down and put my head back, he got up and came to me. He knelt and took my limp hand as I watched him through slitted eyes. "I'd like to make it up to you."
"I don't think that now -" I paused while he turned my hand to kiss the palm. Such a cheese. It was a sweet move, though. And he looked up at me while he did it. He must have known what those eyes did to me. "I don't think I'll be up to anything, Scott," I warned, feeling my body was still weak from the attack.
"I can still try, right?" he asked with a shy smile. Well, I would have been a fool to stop him. I smiled down at him, and he rose to my face, laying the sweetest little kisses all over my mouth. Soon he planted a knee on either side of me and sat on my lap, wrapped his arms around my head and seriously necked me, working in his tongue as his confidence grew, and finally letting out soft quiet moans. He moved to my neck, and began to grind his hips against me. I sighed heavily, regrettfully. What timing. My hands moved to those hips to grip them and guide them, almost as if my cock were in his ass right then, but it was a weak grip, almost making him my arm rest. I laughed softly, ruefully, at the situation. What a cold hearted bastard he was. I stirred pathetically in my pants as his sighs came quicker. He was really getting into this. "You should lay down," He whispered, and I nodded, so he guided me down to the pillow, and kissed me some more, then his hands started fumbling at my zipper.
"Scott-" I began.
"Vincent," he moaned.
Too funny. He thought I was lost in my passion. "No, Scott - we should try this later. When I'm stronger."
He smiled at me mischievously; it made those eyes dance. "I think I should give you as much choice as you gave me." I looked up at him, incredulous. He wouldn't. Not Scott. His smile widened. "Don't you trust me, Vincent?"
"I do." As much as I trust flies or bunnies not to hurt me. That was how much I trusted Scott to not hurt me. He was harmless. I closed my eyes and rested there, letting him plant kisses all over my chest. "I'm really glad you're here, Scott," I murmured, enjoying his mouth exploring me. He uttered some fervent noise in agreement. My mind started to fuzz up, and I sank in it. The animatronics had been silent since he showed up. Such peace. And I owed it to this man's eyes and mouth. To be brutally honest, I knew I hadn't wrestled control back from them, but they had simply relinquished it to me. It was almost enough to bring another wave of shakes. They had played me like a child, using emotional manipulation, then attacking in the weakness that followed. I was so tired, but so scared of sleeping. "Who would wake up," I mumbled, and Scott draped himself over me to nuzzle my neck.
"I'll wake you up. In a few hours."
Dummy. But I felt like they would stay back if he was around. And it would be OK, as long as he stayed. I drifted off. I slept lightly, as always, and every time he moved I woke. But he stayed on top of me, and I drew an arm around him to keep him there. I woke long after the sun set. "Let me up."
He did, and I got up. My shakiness was gone, but my muscles remembered it. I put the kettle on and took a piss. Fucking Scott. I patted my dick. It could take a bit of action now. I made my tea and brought it to the bathroom. I showered quick, not wanting to test my legs too much, and grabbed some cooking oil from the kitchen, then went naked looking for the mouth. It was waiting on the piano bench.
"Do you play?" he uttered before he looked up and saw my purple nudity.
"Not much and not well." I actually play quite well, but I didn't want any stupid song requests getting between me and all that mouth had promised. I sat back on the couch. "Come here, Scott." He came, and sat beside me, shy again. "No, come here. I want you where you were before." He came to me with a small smile, and my arms opened around him, bringing him in closer. He brought his face to mine, and his eyes widened as I smothered his mouth with mine, and showed him what I couldn't before. He parted his lips eagerly for my tongue, and sucked it into his mouth, and his hand boldly went for my hardened meat. He smiled around my tongue, and stroked me, while never looking away from my glowing eyes. His other hand went to my chest, stroking and then finally playing with my nipples. Then he lowered his mouth to them, never stopping with his hand on me. He sucked them one by one in between his lips, and licked them roughly, using his fingers to tease the one neglected by his mouth.
Then he moved down to my waiting cock in his fist, and flicked his tongue over the head, making quick little licks that shot sparks through me. He looked up at me and gave me one of his small unsure smiles, then dove right on me, taking me to the back of his mouth. I wanted to push further in, but I remembered my manners, and let him set his own pace. He used long slow strokes, and brought me a little deeper in with each one. My hands itched to grab his hair, and fuck that face. I planted them on my thighs and gripped them, then slowed my breathing. I wouldn't cum in his mouth; I could be patient. He backed his mouth so it was just on my head, and sucked me like a candy, using his tongue on the underside, then when my thighs tensed, he went back to the throat plunging strokes. My hips bucked and my hands went to his head then. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back to face me.
"If you keep that up, I'll make a mess of your face," I said with a grin. He coloured, and looked away with a pleased soft smile. Awe, he didn't know if his mouth play was good or not. How could he have a dick and not know? I pulled him back up and he straddled me, bringing his face quickly to mine. He was eager for my dick to pound his ass again; he showed it by grinding against me, while I tongued his mouth some more. I poured some oil on my hand, and fingered his hole, while bringing my other hand to pay with his stiff prick. He dove it into my grip, and writhed his ass for my other hand. And when my finger pushed inside him, he smiled against my lips.
"Yes, right there, Vincent," he breathed, and his eyes shone as I worked his hole and cock.
"Is that where you want me?" I smiled wide at his boldness.
He kissed me hard, and flicked his tongue over my lips, so I parted them to let him in, while I guided my oiled dick to his ass. He pushed against it, and I let him take it in, while I held my self rigid for his descent. He moaned as he brought me in deeper, and bounced a bit on my lap. His hand went around mine on his dick, and he threw his face in my neck while he took me in to my balls. I groaned over his head, and completely relaxed, letting him do all the work. I settled back into the couch, and watched him turn red all over, while he worked up a sweat on top of me. She was right: he was beautiful. My hand went to his hair, and held his head as he panted onto my shoulder. I brought my face to that hair, and inhaled him. People never smell this good. I stroked his heaving back, and brought my hand down to his ass, gripping a cheek, and urging him on. I stroked his cock faster, and began to push up inside him, while pulling his ass to my thrusts. He met it all with perfect rythm, and slammed onto me faster, moaning to my neck.
"Scott," I hoarsely breathed, "do you want me to cum in your ass?"
He choked out "yes!" in his full arousal and clutched me, "o god, yes!" He started grinding his ass hole on me irratically until he came, howling his relief and urging me to my own climax. I grabbed his hips and plunged in, staying there until it blew out of me into him. He pushed down, and took me in further, wanting it as deep as he could get it. We stayed like that until some moments after I stopped twitching. He kissed his way over my jaw, up to my mouth, and my hands grabbed his head, softly holding it as our mouths played a little longer, then he slowly rose, letting my dick fall on my lap. He went for a shower, and I leaned back and closed my eyes. I exulted in congratulating myself. I had been right about him. And he was mine now. It had been too easy.
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