Danny: Mearly a PossessionMature

I looked at Kyle, shrinking away into myself. I knew that voice, that now horrid voice. “Why have you got that thing on your face, Clarke?” He asked in his strong Australian accent. I looked to him, to his tan body that rippled with muscle. His blue eyes shimmered and his flaming red hair fell around his face in curls. I bit my lip as memories flooded forward of his touch, his lips, his scent and he grinned, but I squeezed Kyle’s hand tighter.

He murmured to me, "Alex, right?"

I looked at the floor but nodded and Alex came over, grabbing my wrist, "let go of this thing, babe. Come here, haven't you missed me?" I limply hung in his grasp and let go of Kyle with a whimper.

Kyle frowned, "Get your hands off him"

"What you gonna do, boy? He's mine,"

"Really? I don't see your name on him."

"No? I bet you haven't checked his whole body. I have... have you?" I shuddered, and closed my eyes, trying my best to shut it all out.

He clenched his jaw, "Do everyone here a favour and fuck off"

"And who are you?"

"Your grandma."

"Your name," he spat.

"Why should I?"

"Because I want to know who I'm about to kill."

"You'd kill your own grandma? Harsh, man."

"She's already dead," he shrugged; turning his attention to me he caressed my cheek then kissed me, shoving his tongue down my throat. I whimpered, trying weakly to fight against him, but I didn't want to get hurt.

He tried to shove Alex off me but held on tight. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Well, I haven't seen him in ages, I plan to take him back to my hotel and screw him like old times, bet you can't say the same."

"Piss off."

"Ooo, now buddy, don't tell me you're a virgin..."

"So what if I am? Doesn't bother me"

"Mmm, I'm surprised Clarke, you're always so horny for me," I swallowed, then opened my eyes. I pushed him off me and snarled.

"Get off me, prick!" His eyebrow was raised and he came toward me with his fist held tight and he brought it into my stomach, making me retch.

"What did you say, bitch?"

Kyle punched him in the face and my eyes widened in shock. "Don't you fucking dare touch him again"

He laughed, "What you gonna do?" I looked at his hand, and as he lifted it I pushed Kyle out of the way. "Kyle, don't!"

"Kyle?" He laughed, "the guy you were crying over? The homophobe? You're protecting HIM?" He punched me again in the nose, making it bleed.

He stood between me and him, "Leave him alone"

"Kyle! Go away!" He stood where he was and I whimpered.

"You know what?" Alex grinned, "We used to fuck so hard, and by the look on his face, he remembers. He remembers everything, don't you?" I looked up at him from my place on the floor and he kicked my stomach. "DON'T YOU!?" He growled, kicking me again.

He shoved him back. "Leave him alone, you prick"

He pushed Kyle away and I pushed myself to my feet, the pain in my stomach making me cough but I managed it. I hobbled between Kyle and Alex and looked up at him defiantly. "Alex. Go away." My ribs hurt, my eyes were blurry, my nose was bleeding. God knows what else happened, I was just feeling numb.

He put his arm around my shoulders. "C'mon, we can go back to my place and get you cleaned up"

Alex growled, but didn't follow us. "You'll never forget me! I'll be waiting for you to come crawling back!"

I fell into Kyle, "Thanks..."

"It's okay"

"I'm so sorry for that," I whimpered, tears stinging my cheeks. I wasn't sure if it was from pain or putting him in danger but I cried, "I should have known!"

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're safe"

I shook my head and winced, "God. Sorry, he's such a vulgar idiot."

"Danny, it doesn't matter,” he smiled.

I stood away from him a little, trying to walk on my own. "He's right though... I'll never forget.”

"I'll just have to give you something better to remember, then,” he smirked.

I attempted a weak smile, "I'm sure you will,"

He chuckled, "So how does it feel to know you're in love with a virgin?"

"Scary, I don't wanna hurt you..."

"That's not the answer I was expecting"

"But you're safe, I'm in no position to be doing anything now," I laughed, "But I'm not as bad as what he said,"

"I know"

"Eugh, every part of me hurts," I moaned, seeing his house in sight.

"Want me to carry you?" He giggled.

"Doubt you could."

He picked me up, "You were saying?"

"Okay, fine," I sighed, falling against him with a smile, "But I like it," I blushed. He kissed my cheek and carried me in. I moaned, and he looked worried. "I taste blood, it tastes horrid."

He took me upstairs. "I'll go get you some water"

"Thank you," I smiled, "you're right. My bed is comfier." He laughed and disappeared, reappearing with a glass of water and a bowl with a face cloth. I pushed myself up and moaned, slipping off my top I looked at the damage and moaned, sipping the water.

He began to clean up my face first. "Why would anyone wanna do this to you?"

"He's... possessive, if he can't have me, no one can." He ran a hand over my chest slightly and I closed my eyes and smiled, "it was worth it, to be with you." He kissed my shoulder and I hummed, making him kiss my shoulder again before hugging me softly. I reached out my arms and hugged him as tightly as I could, "Thank you."

He smiled, "For what?"

"For looking after me."

He blushed a little."You don't need to thank me"

"Of course I do, when I get better, I'll thank you properly." He blushed more fiercely, "Still cute," he murmured. He chuckled and I kissed him passionately, "Thank you."

"No problem," he murmured, kissing me back. I parted his lips slightly and tested my luck, going really slowly.

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