More Than Darkness | By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net, More Than
Eyes Alone Can See, and More Than Life,
and Sands/Jeffrey from Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story
will make some sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of
our stories, but it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're
all worth reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen. We’re really not quite sure ourselves. On with the story.
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“Why are we doing this again?” Sands asked with a sigh,
walking the streets of Honolulu led
by his definitely more awake wife. “Oh
yeah, we need clothes. Sure we can’t
just go naked? I’d be up for that.”
Well then, if it’s what I make of it, then I’m certain we’ll both enj enjoy ourselves long
before you wake me up for tomorrow’s sunrise.” He kissed her again.
“Cotton’s
for pussies.”
All this talk was
nice, but it really wasn’t what she wanted.
“Sands?” she asked, trailing the tip of her tongue along his ear. “Were you going to show me what you
bought? Or did you want to discuss the
weather?” In her mind’s eye she saw him
hovering above her, using her without any thought for anything but their mutual
pleasure, ignoring her pleas and whimpers.
The scene turned her on, making her grow wet in need. “I was obsessing about my hair. I was being a bad girl. I think you should punish me.”
Sands grinned at
her wickedly. “Oh you think so, do you? You think you deserved to be punished by me?”
“I disobeyed you,
didn’t I? How am I supposed to ever
respect my husband if you let me get away with things like that? While he
took his time undoing the corset she wore, it was probably more due to his
wounded hands than a desire to see her undressed slowly. He was all business with his motions, everything
was precise. When he was finished, he pulled the unlaced corset out from under
her forcefully and moved back away from her, leaving her chest bare. “Pain or pleasure?” he asked, looking at her
directly, wanting an answer to his question.
“Pain,” she
murmured slowly, having to wet her lips.
If she was going to trust him through this, she might as well start now.
Sands nodded
brusquely and dug into the black bag. He
pulled out a knife every bit as big as the one he’d been forced to leave in his
car in New Orleans. It gleamed in the light coming through the
windows. Aida could see it was very
sharp. “You see this?” he gestured to
the knife as held it. “The man who sold
it to me was willing to sharpen it for me. Before he did so, he asked me if I wanted it
sharp, or stupid. Guess which one I
picked?” He ran his left thumb over the
edge of the blade, not making a sound as it sliced effortlessly through his
skin. He held up the hand for her to see
and Aida could see bright blood beginning to run down his wrist. Sands leaned over and placed a single bloody
fingerprint directly in between her breasts before pulling back again, leaving
the finger to bleed. “Where?”
“an>“What if n’t
n’t
want to be pleased all the time? What if
I’m content with my fights?” He was
testing her now; he hated fighting with everyone. He was weary of it. “Who says I won’t fight with you too?”
“Then you would
pick fights with me . . . and I wouldn’t fight back.”
“You would just sit
there, helpless?”
This was starting
to get tricky. “I wouldn’t sit around
and let you beat me. But I wouldn’t asor aor a divorce either. I’m committed.”
“Are you really? Committed?”
“Yes.” The answer was a soft per.per.
“Are you committed
to know me? To know me as I am, not who
you’d like to see me as?” he asked, keeping his voice emotionless through sheer
force of will.
She
understood. There were parts of him that
she blindly ignored, pretended didn’t exist because of the moral quandary they
placed her in. If her husband murdered
in cold blood, she had a duty to inform someone of that . . . but she loved
him. She didn’t want to lose him. If he was insane, she ought to seek help for
him no matter what the consequence instead of obeying his wishes in the
matter. But could she truly love her
husband as he deserved without
acknowledging these things?
She wanted to love
her husband. “Yes.” Her eyes met his desperately, asking him to
realize that it wouldn’t be easy for her.
That she might struggle each and every day with the reality of who he
was.
“Good,” he said
evenly, nodding once in her direction. “Pleasure,”
he said softly, setting the knife down on the floor and reaching in the bagpan
pan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He pulled out a small bottle of lavender
scented massage oil and set it down on the bed next to him. He then leaned over
and released Aida’s feet before undoing hertersters, pulling off her stockings,
but leaving the thong on for now as he restrained her feet once more. He then poured a little of the oil and began
to work it into her breasts, dutifully working around the bloody thumbprint he
had made.
Aida couldn’t help
it. Her husband’s touch was so soothing,
both to overwrought nerves and her arousal aching body. Before she could stop herself, she was
arching up into his hands, remembering only when his hands left her that she
wasn’t supposed to move without permission.
Sands immediately
stilled, pulling away from her. “Pleasure
does not entitle you to break the rules. You will be punished.” He moved back to the foot of the bed and
grabbed the bag once more, pulling out a length of black silk. Before she could fully guess his intentions,
he had tied it securely around her eyes, cutting off her sight completely. “You no longer get to see. Only to hear. You won’t know what I’ve done to you until I’ve
already done it. This is your
punishment. Disobey me again, and your
punishment will increase.” His voice had
grown deed aed and emotionless once more.
God, how she wanted to sass him, but she
bit her lip and stayed quiet. Maybe
later she’d say something, but at the moment they were both enjoying this too
much. And he may not sound as if he cared
one way or the other, but she could feel the heat rolling off his body in
waves. Yes, she decided, any other rebellion could wait.
“Pain or pleasure?”
This would be the last time he asked. He was beginning to tire of that particular
part of the game. He soon wouldn’t give
her a choice any longer.
Didn’t he know that
his mere presence brought her pleasure?
But she wasn’t in a mood to quibble either. “Pleasure.”
He didn’t bother
with one area of her body, he touched and tasted as many as he could at once. Practically lying on top of her, he nipped and
suckled at her neck and chest in random moments, constantly switching between
the two areas as to not abandon one or the other, but doing it randomly and
quickly so she wouldn’t know where his mouth would move to next. As he did this, his right hand moved between
her legs and sought her clit though the thong she wore, manipulating it roughly
through the soft fabric.
Impulsive down to
the last fiber in her body, Aida cried out at the sudden attack. It was so much more than she’d been
expecting, and she couldn’t help herself.
Not that she regretted it either.
If it hadn’t been for his weight on top of her, she would have struggled
against her bonds as well.
A smug grin made
its way to his face now that Sands knew Aida couldn’t see it. He pulled off her quickly, not wanting to take
her arousal any further than that. Yet. He could feel his pants becoming more than
tight however, and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out from giving her what
they both wanted forever.
Nayinaying a word,
he removed the pink heels she had been wearing first, chucking them over his
shoulder, before undoing the straps that bound her feet. Once her legs were
free, he leaned forward in-between them, removeverevery last bit of clothing
she wore. Once she was completely naked, he grabbed her legs from where they
had attempted to circle his waist and bring him in closer to her and restrained
them both once more. “What do you want?”
“You,” she gasped,
irritated that he was thwarting her.
“Not good enough. What do you want?” he asked again.
Again with the
questions. “You talk too much,” she said
defiantly.
“You didn’t answer
my question,” Sands pointed out, completely ignoring her comment.
“You,” she
repeated. She may be bound and
sightless, but she wasn’t witless.
Yet. That would come later.
“Even with blood on
my hands?” he pressed.
She froze then,
unsure of his meaning. “I don’t
understand.”
“I’m a killer and
it never really washes off,” he told her point-blank.
“Don’t say that.” It was an automatic response.
“Why not? It’s true,” he responded in turn.
“No!” she yelled,
suddenly furious. “You’re my husband and
I won’t think ill of you.”
Sands was a bit
taken aback by her sudden anger. “I’m .
. . not asking you to. I just want you
to know. To accept,” he said softly.
“How’s this for
acceptance?” she growled at him. “By not
turning you in – if you have killed people – then I’m an accessory to murder
and nearly as guilty as you in the eyes of the law.”
“But-but you haven’t
killed. You can’t –”
“But I know. And I stay silent.” She turned her head away from where his voice
was coming from. If that didn’t prove to
him that she loved him no matter what, she didn’t know what would.
Sands didn’t want
to play games anymore. He was feeling a
bit unbalanced after this revelation, and he wasn’t up toing ing the part he
had been playing any longer. He walked
around to the side of the bed and leaned over to remove her blindfold. “I’m sorry,” he said softly when she stared up
at him. He didn’t know precisely what he
was sorry for – perhaps everything – so he didn’t say anything more.
Her own desire
cooled even further when she saw the look on his face. “I’m sorry you think I rushed into this
without thinking,” she replied, closing her eyes and turning her head
away. “Just because I don’t like to hear
certain things doesn’t mean I haven’t accepted their reality as part of my
life.”
They had been
having fun a minute ago. When had things
gotten so fucked up? Oh, right, when I started asking stupid
fucking questions. “I didn’t mean to
upset you . . . it’s just . . . I didn’t want to have to hide what I was from
you anymore, Aida. I’m pretty good at
playing normal, but I’m not. I never
have been, and I never will be. I . . . get
doubts sometimes. I don’t know why. Doubts that if you really understood what I
was . . . you’d-you’d leave me.” His
voice was barely above a whisper now.
That infuriated her. “Sands, kiss me now before I say something
really stupid.” Her voice was low, and
intense, causing him to hesitate for a moment.
However, when she scowled at him, he bent forward to comply, and she
kissed him with every particle of love and passion she had for him, determined
to make him understand.
As Sands kissed
her, all doubts fled his mind. He knew
they would be back, but for now they were gone and everything was fine. The kiss they shared was every bit as intense
as her words had been, causing him let out a soft growl deep in his throat in
passion. When they finally separated,
his eyes had regained their spark of wickedness and he smirked at her. “You still want to play, I take it?” He wasn’t fully back to the place he had been
in before all of this, but he was determined to not let that hinder him.
“Yes. And I believe I was in the midst of defying
you, so you better curb that.” Her eyes
narrowed at him as if she thought he’d be too gentle with her.
“You’re absolutely
right. Letting you get away with that
would be a gross infraction on my part,” he said with a smirk and a wink. “You get a choice, perhaps your only one – we’ll
see – of whether you want the blindfold back on or not. Would you rather not know what I’m going to do
to you?”
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