assignment: iceberg

There was always that something lurking just beneath the surface… Something dark and consuming… He’d had another episode last night, and it was beginning to colour his thoughts today. It wasn’t the first time that the voices had carried over into his waking hours, but today they were just a little louder.

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They were in the dark closet, filled with sharp-smelling chemicals and sour-smelling fabrics. Her hands were running over his chest and gripping his clothes, pulling him closer to her body.

Dante gripped back, but for an altogether different reason. He put his face against her neck and breathed in deeply, holding in the urge to just BITE. He wanted to rip into her flesh and taste that metallic liquid that pumped beneath the surface; he could almost taste it already, and the thought caused his fingers to reflex and dig into her sides. He clawed at her skin, regrettably causing no real damage.

She arched against him, seductive and enticing, sucking on his earlobe and nibbling it between her teeth. She smiled at him darkly, bribing him to touch her the way she wanted, the way he wanted.

…except she was sorely mistaken about what he wanted. He was hard, yes, but not for her and not for her body. At least not directly.

These touches were slightly less fumbling, a little more experienced than the last time this happened. Dante at least knew how to touch a female body in ways that it would like, even if those weren’t the ways he wanted to touch it. She didn’t seem to notice, though, that his passion was displaced, and she tried to give back. He let her, it was only the polite thing to do, and her attention was appreciated, at least on one level. But it did little to distract from the intense need circling and pooling in his gut, the cold stark desire that drew him to her in the first place.

He would not hurt her, at least not physically, not irreparably; he would touch her, because that is what she craved, and she would touch him back, because it would be expected, and it would leave him wanting.