#sequel

He had you pinned against the wall. His hard body was pressed against you as he held you up, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs. The dishes in the nearby kitchen cabinets were rattling as he went at you harder. His quiet grunts matched the rhythm of his shamelessly desperate fucking.

He was breathing loud and fast, his chest heaving and glistening with sweat as his piercing eyes met yours. You clung to him, moaning and begging for more. He would give you whatever you wanted. But he wasn’t going to be gentle about it.

When he kissed you, you could feel his true intentions. He wanted you to notice him. To see him for who he really was. And you did. You had told him so, plainly and to his face, but apparently that wasn’t enough. Because despite this being the fourth little rendezvous of yours, he wasn’t letting you in.

You leaned in, caressing the back of his neck while quietly moaning his name. Your mouth pressed against the underside of his jaw, the salt of his skin coating your lips. You trailed them down the side of his neck, softly. You felt him falter. He stopped, holding you still, and he let out a soft sigh. It didn’t last long.

“Stop it,” he told you harshly. The undercurrent of panic was palpable.

“Why?” you breathed out, warming the crook of his neck.

“I don’t know,” he said in a rare moment of honesty. “Just don’t.”

It was there… just a tiny little crack in the nearly impenetrable wall that he had built around himself. Barely visible. Almost enough for you to slither into, but not quite.

He continued to fuck you, each angry thrust harder than the last, punctuated with deep kisses that he tolerated because they were on his terms.

When you came, loudly and startlingly, he watched your face until he couldn’t hold back any longer and you were both trembling and panting.

Afterwards, when he let your feet back on the ground and you got your bearings again, he was still holding onto your waist. You pressed your forehead to his damp shoulder. When you lifted your head, you smiled, feeling satisfied. He wore his usual expression of worry and regret.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, somewhat irritated since you already knew the answer.

“I don’t think we should–”

You didn’t let him finish before you were letting out an exasperated sigh. “Five, I really thought we were past this by now.”

He shook his head and looked at the floor. “I know.”

Against your better judgment, you placed a hand on the side of his face. “Just let me in. You can’t even decide if you like me or not if you won’t even talk to me.”

Five stepped away, grabbing his boxers off the floor and tugging them on. “I talk to you.”

You laughed and started pulling on your own clothes that were scattered around. “Ok, yes, you do talk to me. But only when I force you to or hunt you down. And you never tell me anything important.”

A brief smile flickered over Five’s face. “Hate to break it to you, honey, but I don’t have much to tell.”

“Bullshit.”

Five stepped into his pants, zipping them up before pushing his hair off his face. “What about you? I don’t see you spilling your guts, either.”

“Maybe that’s because it’s hard to talk when you’re shoving your dick down my throat two minutes after you open your door.”

He looked momentarily scared, but then he gave a snort of derision. “I thought that was what you wanted.”

“I do. Doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy my company. Doesn’t mean you can’t come find me once in a while. I’m not going to keep chasing after you, Five. I don’t care how much I want you.”

He was visibly taken aback. Not by your threat but by the fact that you said you wanted him.

He tucked his hands into his pockets. “I never asked you to chase me. In fact, I distinctly remember telling you to leave me alone.”

“And yet here I am,” you said snarkily, gesturing to the room around you. “Again. When we both know there’s no way in hell you would have let me in if you didn’t want me, too.”

He didn’t seem to have an answer for that. Your body softened a little and you pulled your shirt over your head. Then you approached him, taking one hand out of his pocket and holding it in yours. Shockingly, he let you.

“The sex is good, Five. Really good. But I can get good sex from someone else. What I want is you. The real you.” You could feel his body tensing again. You tentatively closed the gap between you, leaning in so that your mouth brushed his cheek. “You’re more than this. Show me.”

He flinched, pulling his head back. “You’re a kid.”

You exhaled loudly and rolled your eyes, dropping his hand. “Fuck, this again? Give it a rest, Five. I don’t really give a shit about the age thing.”

“Maybe I do.”

You shook your head. “No you don’t. You just think you do because at some point you decided that gave you morals. Which is total bullshit.”

“You know nothing about my morals,” Five said with a sneer.

“No, I don’t. Which is the whole point!” You stopped, took a breath, and put your hands on your hips. “Why is it such a bad thing that I want you to open up a little? Why are you fighting me so hard?”

He didn’t answer but you could already see that the tiny little crack you had made was sealing up again.

“I’m sorry,” he said tersely.

You nodded and gave a small smile while you looked at the floor. “You don’t have to be sorry, Five. Really, you don’t. And I’m not even mad.” You shrugged and grabbed your purse off the kitchen table. “Can’t say I didn’t try, though.”

On the way out the door, you looked back. “I’ll see you around, ok?”

Five nodded dumbly, still standing in the same spot. You shut the door behind you.

A week passed, and then two. Five went back to his normal routine. Coffee, job, coffee, home, eat, sleep, coffee… repeat every day with maybe a few additions here and there. Like drinking too much and jerking off. Those things didn’t have a set schedule.

He did his best to avoid you again, blinking in and out of his apartment as much as possible, staying away from stairwells and the communal mailboxes. His eyes would flit nervously towards your door when he walked past on his way to the garbage chute. He seemed to have a lot of garbage these days.

One time there was a knock at the door, late at night when he was watching TV. He had smiled to himself before cockily striding over to the door. When he answered it, however, it wasn’t you. Instead, a very tipsy, disheveled man hung onto the door frame and asked Five if Margaret was home. Five had slammed the door in the guy’s face.

Just like after the first time you had kissed him, despite his internal conflict, you had gotten the better of him. He found you creeping into his thoughts while doing mundane tasks. Once he had a dream about you, which proved you were sneaking into his subconscious, as well. The details of the dream had been hazy when Five woke up, but he knew it had entailed you softly moaning his name.

Your absence around his apartment had not gone unnoticed. After a while, he stopped actively trying to avoid you and made himself more visible around the building. He hung around the mailboxes much longer than was necessary, pretending to be engrossed in a flyer about an upcoming food drive, or a pre-approved credit card offering. Finally, on the third day of Five very graciously making himself known, he saw you on your way to the elevator as he was locking up his door.

You didn’t look over in his direction, which he thought was odd. In a moment of stupidity, Five blinked a few feet down the hallway, hoping you wouldn’t notice, and then walked casually the rest of the way to the elevator. The doors opened just as he arrived and you both walked inside.

You smiled at him. A nice, neighborly, polite smile. You were wearing running shorts and a tank top, which Five tried not to care about.

“Hello,” you said, as if you were greeting the mailman.

“Hey,” Five said, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels.

The elevator started making its way down.

“How have you been?” you asked, much too casually for Five’s liking.

“Fine. And you?”

You shrugged. Indifferent. “Good, thanks. It’s nice to see you again.”

Five nodded. “You too.”

You were silent for a while and then the elevator reached its destination. The doors opened and you walked out with a wave.

“Have a good day, Five!” you chirped, before setting out on your daily jog.

“You, too,” he answered. But you were already putting your earbuds in, so he doubted you heard him. What the hell was that? he thought bitterly.

After that interaction, Five started to have… feelings. He wasn’t sure what these feelings were, exactly, he just knew they were starting to consume him. He was used to being consumed with things. Obsessing over things. But usually those things had to do with the end of the world or impossible, supernatural physics that only he could comprehend. This was not that.

This was something raw and primal; eating him from the inside. And it was pissing him the fuck right off.

Now, instead of avoiding you or not avoiding you, he started to seek you out. He would catch you in the hall and engage in conversation, an act that he would have never stooped to before. You were never mean or catty, which you had every right to be. You didn’t ignore him or try to walk away. You were casual. Breezy. Passive.

Which was a thousand times worse.

“Are you doing ok?” you would ask, with a little head tilt.

She pities me, Five would think and he would cringe inside. “Yeah, doing fine. You know, the same,” he would say.

You would nod, understanding that yeah, things probably were the same.

Sometimes you chatted about the weather. One time you had laughed at something unintentionally funny that he had said and you touched his arm. Briefly, with just the tips of your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt, but he had felt every bit of it. He had thought maybe that was a cue. That you were starting to come around again. But then you said a cheerful goodbye and walked away.

On one occasion, when Five was coincidentally strolling past your end of the hall, he was stopped in his tracks. Ahead of him, right outside your apartment door, was a man. He looked to be in his twenties, with sandy blond hair that was combed neatly to the side, and a toned physique. His salmon-colored polo shirt showed off his prominent biceps. You were laughing at something the man had just said. His voice had a deep timber to it.

As Five approached cautiously, assessing the situation, you saw him and waved him over.

“Five, this is Tanner. He just moved in last week.”

Tanner? This guy’s name is Tanner? Give me a fucking break.

“He’s in… what did you say? 524? A floor below,” you continued to explain with a smile on your face.

What’s he doing on this floor then? You lost, Tanner? Can’t read the numbers on the elevator?

Tanner grinned handsomely and stuck out his hand. “Hey, nice to meet you.”

Five stared at the manicured hand for a beat too long before offering his own. He shook it firmly. Very firmly.

“Five.”

When he didn’t expand on that introduction, there was a moment of awkwardness, before you broke in again.

“So, Tanner and I were just talking about the roof party next week. Are you going?”

“What roof party?” Five asked, slightly harsher than he had intended.

You sighed. “Didn’t you get the tenant newsletter?”

“We have a tenant newsletter?” he asked, genuinely confused.

You giggled and Five liked the sound of it. He grinned. Then stupid Tanner butted in again.

“Well, I know I’ll be there.”

“Great,” Five said in a way that meant anything but great.

You cleared your throat. “You want to come, Five? It might be fun. You know… have some drinks. Maybe talk to some people? Be social for once?”

Five didn’t like the way Tanner was smiling his big stupid grin in his direction, and he didn’t really appreciate your insinuation, either.

Five smiled a wide, dangerous smile. “Sorry. I’m busy that night.”

“I didn’t even tell you what night it was,” you retorted.

“I’m busy every night, turns out,” Five said, eyes narrowing.

You rolled your eyes. “Ok. Well, if you can find the time in your very busy schedule, please join us. It will be nice to have you there.”

If there had been anything in your voice that suggested you actually wanted him there or that you were sad he wasn’t joining you, Five couldn’t detect it. You sounded polite. Indifferent.

Five stared at your lips and he was overcome by the horrible sensation that he just might grab you and kiss you, right there in the hallway, and he couldn't think of anything worse.

“Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” He looked at Tanner and nodded curtly.

“See you around,” Tanner replied as Five spun on his heel and strode back to his apartment.

See you around, Tanner. Hopefully in a body bag.

Five felt like he was going crazy. Which, let’s face it, he was no stranger to. He kept thinking about you. How you had tried… really tried… to get him to open up. Just a little. You hadn’t even wanted that much, really. Just a little something to prove he was the man you imagined him to be. Instead, he gave you nothing. Except an aching jaw and a marked up neck.

He had been close. When his eyes were closed and he kissed you, and he felt your body soften under his touch. When you had murmured his name against his throat and your fingers massaged the back of his neck. He almost cracked. Almost broke down and admitted to you that he wanted something more. Almost.

After that first time, when Five made you strip in the hallway, just to prove a point, and then you got the best of him, he was shook. At the time, he had thought maybe he would try and loosen up a little. But then the next day dawned, and along with it, all of his hang ups.

The truth was, neither of you knew the other that well. He had no idea what your favorite movie was, or where you grew up. He knew nothing about your family. And you knew nothing about his, except what was in the news. He didn’t even know what your place looked like. You could be the most annoying person on the planet, for all he knew. Although he doubted it.

But the fact that you had wanted to know him, even when he had given you no signs that there was anything in there worth knowing, was what was keeping him awake at night.

No one wanted to know him. Hell, even his own family kept their emotional distance most of the time. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Five closed himself off; he knew that. But somehow you saw through him, which was baffling.

On the night of the building roof party, Five stayed home. He thought about just going out to a bar and hanging out there, but he knew you were up there. You and fucking Tanner.

So, he sat there, listening to the faint thump of the bass through the walls and the distant tinkle of laughter, and stewed.

He imagined that big dumb ape putting his arm around you. Telling you jokes and making you laugh. Getting you another drink from the bar until you were nice and tipsy. Five knew what you were like when you were tipsy, that much he did know about you. It did not help matters.

“Fuck,” Five whispered out loud to no one, hitting his thigh with his fist, as he sat slumped on his couch.

After a couple of his own drinks, Five started to imagine worse things. Like Tanner plowing you against a wall. Or in the elevator. Making you moan. Making you come.

By the time he heard the music stop upstairs and the party winding down, Five was a wreck. The only reason he hadn’t gone charging up there to drag you back downstairs like a caveman was because he knew it was all his doing. It was his fault you were with Tanner. But that didn’t make him any less angry.

He leaned his forehead against his door and listened. He heard the elevator doors open. He heard your voice. And then… he heard Tanner’s deep one mixing with yours.

He couldn’t make out the words, but you were laughing. The voices were fading quickly, which meant you were walking towards your apartment. Together.

Five balled up his fists. His teeth ground together. His nostrils flared.

He held it together for a good five minutes or so, just standing there, fuming, with one hand on the doorknob. Until he snapped.

Stalking down the hallway, his eyes dark with anger, Five arrived outside your door. He took a breath and raised his fist, but came short of knocking. He didn’t want to give Tanner any chance at an exit.

With one blink, he was standing in your living room. Five had never been inside your apartment before. He took a brief look around. The floor plan was identical to his, only with a much more homey appearance, with artwork on the walls and throw pillows on the couch. From the looks of it, you liked the color blue.

There was no one in the living room or the kitchen. Just as the horrible realization that you must have been in the bedroom sunk in, Five saw you. You were coming out of the bathroom with a plush, white robe tied around you. You jumped when you saw him.

“Five!” you screamed. “Jesus, what the fuck are you doing here?”

When he didn’t answer, just stood there staring, you continued.

“How did you even get… fuck, you blinked into my apartment? Are you insane?”

“Probably,” he answered through labored breaths.

You shook your head and pointed at the door. “Please leave.”

“No,” he said. “Where is he?”

“Who?”

“You know who. Tanner. I know he came home with you.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Five… I don’t know what the hell–”

“Yes. You. Do,” he fumed. “Is he in the bedroom?”

“Wow,” you breathed out angrily. “Not that it’s any of your goddamn business, but no. He’s not here.”

“Bullshit,” he spat out. “I heard him walk you home.”

“Yeah, he did. He walked me home and left. Not an uncommon thing to do for a woman alone at night,” you explained, folding your arms across your chest.

Five blanched. He was trying to figure out if he believed you. He had been so sure. All of those scenarios he had dreamt up in his mind had seemed so plausible.

“He’s really not here?”

“No.”

His entire body started to relax and he unclenched his fists. The muscles in his jaw softened for the first time all night.

“Why do you even care, Five?” you asked him wearily. “You made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“I know.”

“You had your chance. Many, actually.”

“I know that, too.”

You sighed. “So, what? You’re jealous now?”

“Jealousy doesn’t begin to cover it.”

You paused. “You didn’t want me, but no one else can have me? Is that it?”

Five stared you down and nodded slowly. “Yep.”

“Fuck you,” you spat out. “I’ve moved on.”

“Why?”

You blinked at his question. “Why? Because you rejected me, Five. You fucked me and then refused to acknowledge any feelings whatsoever.” You smiled ruefully. “And that’s ok. That’s who you are, I get it. But trying to pull anything remotely real out of you is exhausting. It just wasn’t worth the effort anymore.”

Five nodded thoughtfully. Then he looked you in the eyes. “I have issues, I admit it.”

“Well, good. Admittance is the first step. But I’m not going to be your therapist, Five.”

“I don’t want you to be my therapist.”

You threw your hands in the air again. “Then what do you want?! I don’t understand!”

“I want you,” he stated simply.

You scoffed. “It’s too late,” you said. But your voice broke a little and your eyes skirted away.

He took a step towards you but you didn’t move. Another step and another, until he was standing so close you could smell the scent of bourbon and faded after-shave. You could see the tiny speckles in his green eyes.

“Is it too late?” he asked.

You nodded, but your breath caught in your throat, giving you away.

“I’m sorry,” he said and for the first time ever, you saw some of that exterior actually crumble away. “I want to try.”

“Why me? There’s plenty of women out there that would be happy to let you try on them.”

He paused. “Because you dared to call me out. You never backed down, even when I was horrible to you. You aren’t afraid of me. That doesn’t happen very often. And if it does, it usually doesn’t end well for the other person.”

“It didn’t end well for me, either.”

Five brushed his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He smiled softly. “Does that mean you’ll give me another shot?”

“What about the age thing? That gap’s not going to change, you know.”

“I’m working on making peace with that.”

He started to lean in but you put a hand on his chest and he stopped. “You have to give me something, Five. Or I can’t believe you.”

He paused and you could tell he was terrified. The silence stretched on until he finally spoke. “Yeah, alright.” He audibly swallowed. “I hate being alone,” he whispered. “I’m used to it, but that’s not the same thing. I hate it.”

Your mouth opened to praise or reassure him, but instead you answered with your own confession. “I’m scared of being invisible. That no one will ever remember me.”

Five nodded his head in understanding, but he didn't try to assuage your fears. Instead, he kissed you. And you let him.

It was the first time he’d ever kissed you without some inner war going on inside himself. He didn’t hold back but he didn't try to possess you either. It was deep and passionate, and you brought your arms up to wrap around his shoulders while he threaded his fingers through your hair.

His taste was familiar and his body was the same, but there was something different. There was more than just a crack in the wall now. An entire brick had been eroded away and you could see inside fully for the first time. You weren’t sure what was there, but it was bright and warm. Like rays of sunshine making their way out from behind a dark cloud. The cloud was still there. But now so was the sun.

Just as you were losing yourself to each other, a sharp rap at your door jolted the two of you apart. You still had your arms around him as you both looked over at the door.

“Who the fuck is that?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Beats me.”

Five let go of you, marching towards the offender, not bothering to ask you if he could answer your door. You figured there was going to be a lot of those types of moments going forward. Where he was going to take charge without your permission. You smiled to yourself, not exactly minding.

Five unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. There stood Tanner with that playboy grin on his face. In his hand was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

“Hey, I figured if you were still up, we could continue the party in–”

His invitation was cut short as he realized it was not you he was talking to. Tanner blinked in confusion and then looked around him, as if he may have gotten the wrong apartment.

“Five?”

Five smiled back like the cat that got the cream. “Oh, hey Tanner, good to see you. What can I do for you?”

Tanner blinked again. Then he looked over Five’s shoulder at you and back to Five again. You were frozen, unable to speak. You just stood there, watching it all happen, with wide eyes and a mute mouth.

“Well, I… I wasn’t expecting you here, I guess,” Tanner stammered out, his annoyance starting to show through as he was finally starting to grasp the situation.

“Yeah, just kind of an impromptu visit, I guess you could say. We were just headed to bed, though, otherwise I’d invite you in.”

Tanner opened his mouth again, but Five intervened. He snatched the bottle of wine out of Tanner’s hand.

“Pinot grigio… perfect! Thanks, buddy,” Five snarked. “And thanks for stopping by.”

Then before poor Tanner could defend himself, or retrieve his bottle of wine, Five slammed the door directly in his dumbstruck face. Five flipped the deadbolt extra hard, just to make a point. He turned to face you, holding up the wine.

“Nice guy, that Tanner. He brought a gift.”

You didn’t say anything, but you brought your hand to your mouth in incredulity. Then you burst into laughter.

“Holy shit… Five… you’re terrible!” you chided between giggles.

Five gave a chuckle and he set the bottle on the coffee table. “I thought that had already been established.”

As your laughter started to die down, he sauntered back over to you. “Where were we?” he asked with a smirk.

“I think we were just going to bed,” you answered.

“Ah, yes,” he said, right before grabbing you and blinking you into your bedroom.

You were slammed against the wall as Five began to devour you, pinning your wrists above your head with both hands. You folded immediately, with no resistance.

“I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise I’ll be gentle,” he warned as his teeth scraped down your neck.

You moaned out loud and pushed your hips into him. “You know I don’t want gentle.”

A growl rose up from his chest as he sucked a red bruise on your shoulder, adorning it with a ring of his teeth marks.

“Here’s what I can promise,” he breathed out, holding your face firmly by grasping your chin. “If I see that living Ken doll hanging around you again, I’m not going to be so neighborly next time. Understand?”

You nodded with a small smile. “He’s kind of a jerk, anyway. He tried to touch my butt in the elevator.”

“Oh, he’s a dead man,” he hissed out between clenched teeth.

“Don’t worry, Five,” you said. “I only get naked in public for you.”

He let go of your face, but kept your wrists pinned to the wall. One corner of his mouth twitched up. “Let’s keep it that way. Or else a warning will have to be printed in the next tenant newsletter.”

“And what would it say?”

Five pressed himself against you, flattening you against the wall. His lips brushed against yours. “That you’re mine, and everyone else better stay the hell away,” he said, sending a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth between your legs.

He kissed you again, in that same way that you had come to crave. His lips crashing against yours like he had limited time. Urgent and desperate.

He stopped again, searching your face. “I’m not fucking around. You wanted me to show myself to you, well this is it. When you are mine, you are mine. I won’t try to control you, but I also won’t share. I can’t help that.”

“I understand,” you said quietly, your chest heaving in anticipation. “And I’m ok with that.”

Five let out a long breath and closed his eyes, like he had finally relieved himself of a heavy burden he had been carrying. When he attacked you again, he didn’t stop. With one hand around your wrists over your head, his other ripped the belt off of your robe. He slipped his hand inside, his palm warm and smooth against your naked waist as he rested it there, just above your hip.

“Good girl, being ready for me,” he praised darkly next to your ear, before biting at your earlobe and shoving his knee between your thighs.

You gasped loudly, but it was cut off as his mouth covered yours again. All you could do was squirm against him as the hard bulge in his pants pressed against you.

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me these last few weeks?” he asked in between ravenous kisses.

You whimpered as an answer, your head tipping back while he slammed his hips into you.

“I’ve been going insane,” he snarled.

Five let go of your wrists and shoved the robe off your body. You were left naked and exposed, your back flat against the wall, while Five boxed you in. Trapped.

His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding you already soaking wet for him. When he dragged them, slowly… lightly… through your slit, his eyes never left yours. You bit at your lower lip and writhed beneath his touch. When you tried to wrap your arms around his shoulders, he immediately withdrew. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your sides while you moaned pitifully.

“Not yet,” he warned you.

When he dropped to his knees, gazing up at you with a look so devastating you almost cried, he grabbed your hips in his hands. Having him kneeling before you, when it was usually the other way around, had you holding your breath.

He dove between your legs with no hesitation. The warmth of his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit had you reeling and you let your head fall back against the wall with a shaky groan. You felt him smile against you before continuing to consume you, slowly and deliberately; bringing you to the edge before backing off again. He laughed when you bucked your hips into his face, prompting him to push you back against the wall and hold you there.

“Five,” you whined pitifully. “This is torture.”

“I know that, sweetheart,” he said, as if that were perfectly obvious.

When he licked a long, wet stripe over your clit with the flat of his tongue, you thought you were done for. But instead of giving you more, he stood up.

Panting loud and hard, you locked eyes with one another for just a moment, as if making sure you were both thinking the same thing. You must have been, because when you started to hurriedly unbutton Five’s shirt, he didn’t protest. He stiffened a little, you could see that, but he let you undress him. Another first.

When you tugged the sleeves off his arms and threw the shirt on the floor, you ran your hands down his firm chest. He didn’t back away or try to hold you down. He leaned in, bracing himself with a hand on the wall behind you.

He kissed you while his other arm wrapped around your waist and he drew you in with a hard jerk. His large bulge was pushing into your hip as he held you against him. You slid your palm over the straining crotch of his pants and he groaned into your mouth.

Five panted heavily and closed his eyes as you continued to rub your hand firmly over him. “Fuck,” he whispered. He opened his eyes and met yours. “On the bed,” he ordered gruffly.

Obeying, you crawled onto your double bed, leaning against the padded, fabric covered headboard. Your entire body; skin, muscles, blood, bones, had been ignited by Five. You were burning for him and you could hardly sit still.

Five was in no hurry. He took his time. Standing before you, with the most smug, casual smile on his face. He was loving the fact that you were dying for him. As you watched him, he never broke eye contact. When he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, he did it methodically; enjoying your torment.

When he dropped his pants and boxers and stepped out of them, you sucked in a loud breath. You knew what was next. It was your turn to be on your knees. But just as you were about to move, Five shook his head.

“Uh-uh,” he said. “Stay right where you are.”

To your surprise, he climbed on the bed with you, on all fours, until he was hovering over you. He kissed you again, biting at your lips before pulling away. He gave you a crooked smile and looked from your face to the top of the headboard and back again.

“You’re going to need to hold onto something.”

You let out a short, quiet laugh but then you realized he wasn’t kidding. He was waiting for you to complete his instructions. What you really wanted to do was wrap your entire body around him. But he was withholding himself from being touched at the moment. With a smirk, you reached behind you and grabbed onto the top of the headboard.

Five nodded in appreciation before taking your hips and dragging your forcefully towards him as he kneeled on the bed between your legs. You squealed as your body jerked forwards, but you kept your hold on the headboard. He leaned over you, positioning himself at your entrance while he covered your hands with his own. Then, with another cocky smile, he slammed his cock inside you.

You cried out at the same time that he let out a loud groan. Your body was shoved back again, and you lifted your legs so that your thighs were around his hips. He looked down on you, his eyes closing blissfully before opening again. His hair hung in strands over his eyes, with his chest rapidly rising and falling.

While you both braced yourself with the headboard, Five began pounding into you. Each thrust moved your body back and forth, with his dick penetrating you roughly and fully each time. You couldn’t even moan or scream, you could only gasp or bite down on your bottom lip.

Five emitted soft, guttural noises from his throat, his eyes alternating from watching you intently and fluttering shut. His mouth hung open as he panted loudly.

“God, you are worth every second of the torment you have put me through,” Five hissed.

“Five, I didn’t–”

He slammed into you again, cutting your words off by making you whine. “I don’t care.” He was using all of his strength to fuck you as hard as possible. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.”

“Five,” you managed to get out in between gulps of air. “It’s so… oh god… you’re so…“ Your sentence trailed off before you could finish, your brain wasn’t even functioning properly.

He gave one more rough drive into you before stopping, his breath ragged. He smiled, teasingly. “So, what, honey? Tell me.”

You shook your head and licked your lips. Your arms were aching and your pussy stung from being stretched and fucked all to pieces. “So fucking good,” you rasped out. “Keep going.”

Five let out a quiet chuckle before letting go of the headboard, freeing your hands as well. You didn’t move because you weren’t sure what his game plan was. When he lowered himself, pressing his chest to yours and smoothing your hair gently with his hand, he kissed the side of your jaw.

He was still buried fully inside of you, but he switched from hard banging to rocking gently into you. He kissed your neck and cheeks, his dark hair softly grazing your face. You let go of the headboard and slowly moved your arms around him, placing your palms firmly against his back.

He didn’t object or make any comment, so you held him tighter. You brought your legs up around his waist and started to move your body with his. Five lifted his head, locking eyes with you. You tentatively placed a hand on the back of his neck, caressing it with your fingertips as you gazed into his eyes.

“Is this ok?” he asked, a look of genuine concern written on his face.

It wasn’t lost on you that he had never asked for permission before pounding violently into you every time. The intimacy was what made him ask for consent. You nodded with a small smile and he returned it with his own.

When he kissed you, it was the same passionate, desperate way he always kissed you, but his body wasn’t rigid and tense like he was in fight or flight mode. He relaxed into you. The muscles in his shoulders and back began to soften. He felt pliable, almost liquid, compared to how you had known him before.

His rhythm had slowed, but he was still fucking you raw and deeply; pushing his entire cock inside of you before pulling back and easing it in again. Each drag through your tight core had you on the edge again.

You broke away from his kisses, pressing your fingers into his shoulders and brushing your cheek against his.

“You don’t have to be alone if you don’t want to be, Five,” you whispered. “I’m here.”

He gave a small moan and pressed his face into the side of your neck. You felt him nod.

“You are not invisible,” he told you, his lips gliding over your skin. “And I sure as hell remember everything about you.” His forehead came to rest on yours, his eyes closing with a sigh.

You came simultaneously, with both of you clinging to the other while you cried out his name and he cursed in growls and hisses close to your ear. He was shaking and trembling in your arms, the muscles that had just been softening under your touch seizing up again and spasming against you.

When you loosened your legs from around his waist and Five pulled out, he was breathing hard and fast. He gave you another kiss before collapsing next to you. After another minute of trying to catch your breath, you realized he had not said anything or looked you in the eye again. He was still there, his body touching you, but you could feel him changing again. Not like before, when it was immediate regret and self-loathing. More like confusion. He was paralyzed with uncertainty.

Five didn’t protest, though, when you took his hand and pulled his arm over your side and around to your front, your back flush with his chest. You threaded your fingers through his as he molded his body to yours. You were both damp and sticky with sweat and cum, but it didn’t matter. After a few moments, you felt Five press his face into your hair.

“I don’t know how to do this part,” he said softly with a small laugh.

“That’s ok,” you answered, bringing his hand up and kissing his knuckles. “I do.”

There was a pause and he shifted a bit behind you.

“So… what? We just lie here like this?”

You giggled. “Yeah, that’s the idea. Why? You got somewhere else to be?”

Five snorted. “No.”

“I promise I won’t keep you hostage. Just… relax for a minute.”

Your thumb rubbed back and forth across the back of his hand. After a minute, he kissed your shoulder. “This is kind of nice.”

“See?”

Another few minutes went by without either of you speaking. Five inhaled the scent of your hair and you traced your fingers over his arms. When you felt his breathing become slower and deeper behind you, you whispered to him.

“Are you falling asleep back there?”

“Hmm? No,” he slurred.

You smiled and loosened your grip on his hand, inching away. His arm dragged reluctantly off of you. He started to sit up, but you patted his shoulder.

“No, stay. Just hang on a second.”

Five looked hesitant, but he let you pull back the covers on the bed and he moved over so he could make room for you. Then you turned out the light on the nightstand and curled up against him. This time, he pulled you in with no prompting, wrapping his arms around you while you laid your head on his chest. You let out a long, contented sigh and he kissed your temple.

“Is this going to be weird in the morning?” he asked sincerely.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I don’t think so, though.”

Five was thoughtful for a second and then he raised your face up with a hand on your chin and kissed you softly. He traced his fingers lightly down your cheek. “You really must have made me crazy, because I don’t think it will be either.”

You kissed him again before snuggling deeper into his arms while he stroked your hair. Five laid there, listening to the sound of your breathing and felt himself starting to drift off again. Before he fell asleep, he thought about everything he wanted to know about you. In the morning he would start with breakfast foods. Did you like pancakes or eggs? Coffee or tea? Once he knew, he would make them for you. That seemed like a good start.

Then you two would go from there.