It's Always the Quiet Ones

Namine was a good girl, a nice girl, a sweet girl, a friendly girl, a take home to meet the parents girl, a smiling sweet girl, a delicate little china doll of a girl. People saw her walk down the street with Axel, and they assumed that he was her father, her big brother. The people who knew they were dating clucked their tongues and threatened Axel with violence if any harm came to her dandelion fluff head.

Namine was an angry girl, a brittle girl, a vicious girl, a dangerous girl filled with fire and acid. Axel knew this, knew it the first time they shook hands and saw the fire flickering in the back of those blue eyes. But Axel’s mistake was thinking that he could tame that fire, that he could control it. Axel had worked with fire before, and someone as tiny and delicate as Namine would never be able to overpower someone big and strong like Axel, right? It was like being menaced by a puppy.

They had their first kiss in a bar. Namine was sitting on a stool at the bar (after being carded, which wasn’t exactly appreciated) and Axel was standing, which was probably the only reason why she could actually initiate it. She grabbed the hair on either side of his head and kissed him, a hard, biting kiss full of tongue and teeth, hot and terrifying. He was amazed at the strength in her grip, her kiss, and he kissed her back, not even trying to dominate, tilting his head back and submitting completely. He had never seen fury like this before, let alone fury carried around in that sweet, tiny body with that sweet, tiny face.

The first time they had sex, Namine rode him, leaving scratch marks all over his shoulders, his back. Axel quickly learned that when it came to sex, Namine was in charge. He didn’t mind, not a bit. He knew fire, and he loved fire, and he loved her in a way that he couldn’t put his finger on, except that it was terrifying and strong.

He was scared, sort of. Scared in that “this will probably be fun but it’s still unnerving” way, that made his hands shake and his cock hard. Namine had suggested they try something new, in that oh-so-sweet tone of hers that always set Axel’s teeth on edge. He had agreed, that they could try this new thing, she’d read about it in a magazine, and wouldn’t it be exciting to try new things? He had agreed. Of course he had agreed. When it came to Namine, he would agree to anything.

So now he was lying in bed on his belly, stark naked. His eyes were covered, and he could hear her rustling about. She was humming to herself, a piece of song from the movie they had been watching, the same piece over and over. It was a habit he liked to tease her about, her habit of only remembering a small piece of a song.

“You gonna take forever?” His voice was sarcastic, like it always was. How was he Axel, if he wasn’t sarcastic?

“Shush.” The bed dipped down, and a smack was delivered to his bare ass.

Axel yelped, more from surprise than pain. “Alright, alright, I’m shushing.” He suits action to words, going quiet as he felt a cold hand on his leg. Cold hands, warm heart, and he grinned into his arms.

“It takes a lot to shut you up, doesn’t it?” Namine’s voice was silky-soft as she stroked along the knobs of Axel’s spine, which stuck out like mountains on a plain. His pale skin was erupting in goosebumps, and he dug his toes into the bedspread. “You’re always running that big mouth of yours.”

Axel nodded, and received another slap for his troubles.

“I didn’t mean respond either.” Namine’s cold fingers were running along his calf now, leaving a cold trail of something wet and vaguely slippery.

Axel kept himself from nodding again and just dug his toes into the coverlet as he felt Namine’s fingers slide into him. They were coated with lube, but she hadn’t given him any warning, and they were cold.

“This isn’t the first time someone’s done this to you, is it?” Namine added a third finger, and Axel grunted into his arms, because that was veering a bit close to pain. “I knew you were queer the first time I saw you.” She twisted her fingers, scissoring them as she prepared him.

Axel hissed and balled his fists as he felt her fingers thrust into him shallowly, wondering vaguely why he’d forgotten to put a towel down under him for this, because there was going to be a mess on the coverlet and why the hell was he thinking of that? But all thoughts of, well, thinking fled when Namine hooked her fingers and pressed down on… that spot.

“I knew it was in there somewhere.” Namine’s voice was smug as she pressed down on Axel’s prostate, no doubt relishing the yelp. “Isn’t this nice, Axel? Like havin’ my fingers in your ass?”

Axel nodded, his eyes shut tightly under the blindfold. Fuck but it had been a long time since he’d taken it, and it took a little bit of adjusting, for all that it felt amazing.

“Answer me,” Namine snapped, and she slapped him again, no doubt leaving a tiny handprint on the pale skin of his ass.

“Y-yes,” Axel choked out, rocking his hips up to meet Namine’s thrusts.

“You want me to really fuck you?” Namine gave another vicious twist of her fingers, pressing down hard on Axel’s prostate.

“Yes!” Axel yelped, jerking his hips. He was already so hard that he didn’t think he would last that long once she mounted up, and he would never hear the end of it if he came early.

“You’re such a slut, Axel,” Namine said, and her voice had affectionate malice in it. “Were you off getting fucked before you came over?” She pulled her fingers out in one jerk, making Axel yelp again.

“N-no,” Axel gasped. He let Namine guide him, lifting his hips and pressing his knees under him, until his ass was in the air and his face was pressed into his arms. He was shaking all over, his erection pressed against his belly, already leaking pre-come. He would have to wash the coverlet, at some point in the future. But that would be later.

“Of course not,” Namine cooed, and her tiny hands were delicate as she reached between his legs to press her fingers against his entrance. “You’re all mine, and you know it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Axel whimpered, biting his lip as he felt her guide the blunt head of the dildo into him.

“Who do you belong to?” Namine jerked her hips, seating the dildo fully inside of Axel.

“You!” Axel squalled, jerking against her and squeezing down on the new intrusion.

“Good boy,” Namine crooned, and she pressed a delicate kiss to his back, which was all she could reach, before she bit him, hard enough to bruise.

Axel cried out at that, and cried out again when he heard the click and felt the vibrations spread out, until each vibration seemed to dance up his back, between each knob of his spine. It left him arching against the bed and thrusting back against her, trying to get her to move, damn it!

“Ooh, you like that….” Namine drew the dildo out, slowly, then shoved it back in. Her little hands went to Axel’s belly, digging her nails in, and her teeth dug into a different part of his back, this time hard enough to bring blood to the surface.

Axel groaned, whimpering each time the head of his cock brushed against the bedspread. “Namine,” he gasped, fisting the bed sheets and rocking back against her, “please, it’s… please!”

“Hmm?” Namine’s voice was pure, sweet sugar as she thrust in again, although in truth, it had a bit of shakiness as well. The vibrations went both ways, after all, and she was having them right up against her clit, which meant that it would be a close call as to who would come first.

“Namine, please, I… fuck!” Axel howled as Namine bit him again, her hand going from his belly to his cock. It was amazing, how terrifying she could be - the hand holding his cock wasn’t calloused in the slightest, and if he grabbed her wrist he could probably break it if he squeezed too hard, but she is still the one in charge, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You what?” Namine did something wriggly with her hips that forced the vibrating head of the dildo against Axel’s prostate, leaning forward and leaving hickeys along Axel’s spine, a bite here and there as well. Her hand was pumping his cock, cruelly, hard, and the hand not holding his cock was leaving long, bloody scratches along his hand with her delicate little nails.

Axel didn’t have a chance to respond - he came, shaking and shuddering, his cock spitting come all over the bedspread and Namine’s hand. He managed - somehow - to keep up on his knees, but it was a close thing, with much shaking.

Namine was giggling as she kept thrusting into him, even giggling as her own orgasm washed over her and she went rigid, before pulling out of him. She pushed on his side, forcing him to roll onto his back. She crawled on top of him and pulled the blindfold off, smirking at the gummy come that was smeared all over his belly got onto her shirt. She hadn’t even gotten completely naked for all of that, and that was… hot.

“That was fun,” Axel said, and he was vaguely surprised at how much his voice croaked.

“You’re such a cute pet,” Namine cooed, and she squirmed up onto she was completely on top of him, taking his chin in hand and making him kiss her. Her nails were sharp, and they dug into his skin.

Axel rolled his eyes and stroked her back through the thin cotton of the shirt - his shirt. Nobody would believe him, if he told them that this little china doll left him limping and wincing, that the little angel with her big blue eyes was the one cleaning blood out from under her fingers.

Namine clucked her tongue and flicked him on the nose, then kissed it to take some away some of the sting.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“For disrespecting me.” She kissed him on the lips again, and Axel sighed. He wouldn’t be able to win, so he didn’t even bother trying. He just tilted his head and kissed her back.