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Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

Once again she gave a glare to the red head as he called her a beggar. Though, in some sort of sense, she was a beggar. She had some money, but not enough to pay her own expenses. Leaving that aside, she probably looked like a beggar after all, given the looks she got after he put her down. Her worst nightmare was to actually be this dirty. She just hoped she didn't smell to the point where one could not stand around her. However, she figured her scent wasn't that bad, since he didn't really stay away from her. In fact, he seemed to invade her personal space on more than one occasion. She didn't make an attempt to run yet, especially because of his glare as if he would not let her go.

Then, he disappeared behind the wall and returned with a shirt, a towel... and a thong. She raised an eyebrow at that. If that was his ex-girlfriend's underwear, she didn't want to find out. Or better yet, if he actually thought she would wear such a thing, he was having his hopes much too high. Besides, she had her own clothes in her bags she carried. After all, she didn't carry nothings in her bags. She had her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, a couple of clothes to change with, underwear... her teddy bear... and some other useful things.

"You actually have a hot water system in this 'cave'?" she mumbled in a lower voice, shocked at such news. She didn't expect such a 'luxury'. Needless to say she was glad they had hot water at least. This way she would warm up a little.

Once he grabbed her hand, she was startled, before she saw him placing the keys in her palm. She looked up at him and was surprised to be told that he would actually wait outside. Well, maybe he wasn't that much of a mean person and a pervert, as she thought initially. Maybe he really was a good guy, after all.

As soon as she was alone, she rushed to take a bath. She stripped her clothes off, filled the bathtub and dipped into the warm water with a sigh of pleasure. Being able to warm up her cold legs and arms was a blessing. The only problem was when she had to get out. The cold air of the room was enough to make her shiver uncontrollably, hurrying to put her towel on, dry herself and put something on her. She put on the shirt he gave her since it was closer, and only took out a pair of pale blue panties out of her bag and a pair of gray shorts she usually wore for bedtime. She wasn't very bright minded when she choose the clothes, because she didn't expect for her new 'home' to be this cold, but she had to deal with what she had. She was thankful that at least she had some clothes to seem more decent. Even if the shorts could barely be seen behind the large white shirt.

Bathed, dressed up and somewhat shivering from the coldness, Chloe walked to the door, unlocking it, opening it and peaking out. "I'm done." she mumbled out.
 
He’d only taken the clothes out just in case. Trent had managed to find the towel and shirt pretty easily, but he couldn’t quite make her wear any of his undergarments. That said, making her go bare bottom probably wouldn’t end too well either. If only he’d know she had her own clothes in that bag of hers, he wouldn’t have had to worry so much about finding something appropriate to wear.... yes, the black thong was one of the more decent pieces of clothing his ex had left behind. He’d considered throwing it all out, but hadn’t quite gotten around to that yet.

Chuckling lightly as she referred to his home as a cave, he could nearly see himself, quite a fair bit younger, walking into the room and asking if he really had to live in this ‘cave.’

“I was actually planning to look for a new place to move to, but a certain someone took forever down at the real estate agency.” He remarked before clicking the door shut. Leaning against the door as he locked himself out. A white mist of air expelling from his mouth along as he exhaled. He knew it was the right thing to do, to give her privacy and all, but part of him couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be treated to a nice view. Maybe later? How long was later? Would there even be a later if she just bathed and then left?.... Would he let her leave if she wanted to? Questions circled around in his head, and after a fair few minutes his mind only returning to the present when the sound of water travelling up the pipes suddenly stopped. Waiting a few moments, only to find the door remained firmly shut. He figured she must have taken a bath instead of a shower. He just hoped that Chloe didn’t spend as much time in the tub as his ex did, else he might as well go down to the local pub and come back in an hour or two.

Fortunately for him, it didn’t take that much longer for Chloe to finish up. His expression lighting up the moment he saw her, she was definietely much prettier clean than dirty. Though depending on what sort of ‘dirty’ she was, Trent might have preferred that more. He quickly made his way inside as a gust of wind battered him, guiding Chloe back in with an arm before clicking the door shut before him. He hadn’t even meant to grab her this time, but when he realized what he was doing, he found his hand resting on her shoulder and waist. “You know, technically I could shove you onto the bed and have my way with you, you certainly look enticing enough” he smirked, before gently pushing her away. Walking past her and towards the showers, stripping off his shirt and tossing it against the wall casually. His muscular back exposed to Chloe now as he hooked his fingers around the hem of his jeans and pulled them down as well after unbuttoning them. Chloe had referred to his lack of modesty, and while he was considerate enough to give Chloe privacy, he hadn’t thought he himself would have to shy away. It wasn’t like he minded being watched, as he wasn’t ashamed of his body in the slightest. But as an after thought, a bit of warning might have been nice.
 
It was needless to say that the moment she found his hands on her waist and her shoulder, she was slightly blushing. To add up, he continued with another lewd comment, certainly causing the brunette to have her face flushed. Inadvertently, she averted her eyes and wondered what the hell was in her head when she accepted to live with an older guy who she barely knew, and apparently only knew how to tease her. "Technically, I could get out of here while you're showering if you keep up the dirty jokes." she finally said, as if to show him that she too, could play hard if she wanted, as she crossed her arms against her chest, trying to keep her blushing in check.

As he walked past her and she simply watched him, a frown slowly formed on her face as she figured out just what he was doing. At first, it was only the shirt, obviously leaving Chloe to stare at it, somewhat embarrassed with herself for doing this, but unable to avert her eyes, because this was probably the first time she was seeing this kind of 'back'. Sure, she had seen boys of her age semi-naked and all that stuff, during her p.e. classes, but none could be equal to what was in front of her eyes. Let's just say she was fascinated. Or at least, that's what she took as her lame excuse.

Then, however, he was about to take his pants off, and at that she was just too ashamed to stare. It was probably weird enough how she kept staring after he took off his shirt, but staring while he would take off his jeans was just too much for her. She still had an ounce of decency to turn around and even cover her eyes with her hands. "Next time you want to undress, at least warn me! Pervert." she scolded, taking steps backwards to sit down on the bed while she waited for him to be done with his shower or bath. "Just because you're somewhat attractive, doesn't give you the right to strip in front of a high school girl who'd rather keep her innocence." she added dramatically as if to state a point.
 
Trent ad noticed her blushing, and even as he started stripping his clothes off, he could feel her eyes on his back. Having posed practically naked for magazines, having Chloe watching him wasn’t embarassing in the slightest, but despite the logic running through his head, he couldn’t help but notice how his heart seemed to start racing faster and faster. It was certainly an odd sensation, and no matter how hard he tried, he just could calm himself down. His hands resting on his satin red boxers stopping, and pulling away as he decided to undress the last bit behind the cover of the wall. “Argh, never thought I’d have to undress secretly in my own room” he grumbled, slightly annoyed, though his irritation was directed more at his pounding chest than the girl who was responsible for it.

Roughly turning the tap on and blasting himself with hot water he let out a content sigh, his irritation slowly washing away as the chill was forced out of his bones. It was certainly a relief to be out of the cold, and he would have been completely relaxed were in not for the fact he had company today. Grabbing the shampoo bottle, he was about to squirt some of it onto his hand when he heard Chloe continuing her rant. Her last sentence causing him to drop the bottle clumsily on the concrete floor, causing it to clatter loudly. He would have made a move to pick it up, but his racing heart had stopped for a moment. The warm water suddenly feeling not as warm as his body immeditely heated up. He’d been called attractive plenty of time in many different ways. But hearing Chloe say those words had a completely different effect on him. His face flushed red. He quickly turned his head towards the far wall, staring at it with unwarranted interest. “S-sorry” he replied, not really knowing what he was apologizing for. His mind wasn’t working properly as it tried to recover from the shock. Never in his life had he appreciated the wall separating him from the rest of his room so much. He didn’t want Chloe seeing him like this. And he certainly didn’t want to see her right now. Mainly because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to restrain himself.

“H-heh, didn’t think I’d ever hear you call me attractive, it's a pity you don't want to keep your innocence since I'd love to be the one to take it from you” he responded cockily, trying to regain his composure, despite his confident, arrogant words, his voice wavered a bit, a sign that he was clearly still a bit nervous.
 
((Dropping the bottle of shampoo... oh, God. XD This is too hilarious.))

Chloe ignored his grumbles, still thinking that it was common sense for him to undress behind the wall which separated the bath from the bedroom. Besides, she was sure he was doing it on purpose, just to make her blush and feed his own ego. Otherwise, she couldn't think of another good reason to do such thing.

When she suddenly heard a clattering sound, coincidentally, just after what she said, she turned around and faced the wall as if she could almost watch him through it and give him a confused expression. She pondered now, whether it was simply a mere coincidence, or it was strongly related to what she said. And if it was the latter... she could only figure that her words actually had some power over him. It wasn't until she heard the stuttered apologize that she clearly came to a conclusion. Her lips curved into a smirk. He was actually 'flustered' at a compliment from her part. She couldn't see his face, but she could almost imagine him getting redder. The sight in her mind was surely hilarious. To see the smug and arrogant Trent blushing at her words would be a priceless sight indeed.

Then again, he soon seemed to answer back as if to make up for his mistake of saying 'sorry'. Yet, his voice was wavering again, and she was grinning as she noticed it. "Oh? What am I hearing? Is it the water running, or your voice is actually funny?" she called out, followed by a snicker. "You don't sound that convincing when you're obviously embarrassed!" she added teasingly, laying down on her back with an arm under her head, while the other hand played with the slight curls of her hair, suddenly confident.
 
(Haha, I originally had it as 'dropped the soap' but decided that was.... ehhh xD Shampoo was the only other thing I could think of, though there is a hidden pun there :p)

Scowling as Chloe pinpointedly stated the exact thing he was trying to hide, he tried to ignore her taunts but when he shut his surrounding out, her words from earlier began echoing in his head. The act only serving to unsettle him further, he contemplated answering her with a retort, but couldn’t think of anything proper immediately, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep the embarassment out of his voice if he did speak up. It took him a few seconds, the sound of spattering water being the only sound within the room until the tap was suddenly turned off with a squeak.

“Embarassed? As if, if anyone here should be embarassed it’s you... don’t think I didn’t notice you oggling me earlier” he spat, roughly yanking his towel off the hook and drying his upper torso ruffling his hair with the cotton towel before quickly drying the rest of his body off, and wrapping the towel around his waist knotting it on the side before walking out. The sight of Chloe, and the realization that he was pretty much naked before her causing his calming face to go a bit red again. He probably should have prepared a change of clothes before heading into the shower, but having never had to do that before, he’d gotten careless.

Sensing another taunt, he quickly made his way over and nearly pouncing on Chloe, his exposed torso bearing down over her as he grabbed her by the wrist, the task made easier by the fact her hand was already above her head anyway. “I guess I’ll have to show you if you doubt what I say” he whispered over her, leaning down and bringing his lips down against her neck, parting his lips and suckling on the soft flesh hungrily. His hand positioned to hold both her hand down, while he locked her waist in place with his knee’s. A moan rumbling in his throat as his tongue joined his lips in tasting her neck. His hold on her only tightening more the more Chloe struggled. “Call me what you want, but I’ m not letting you deny me this” he whispered, pulling away slightly and running his tongue up her jaw bone before reaching her ear, gently kissing it, before circling the outer rim and leaving a faint trail of moisture before nibbling down lightly by grazing his teeth against the lobe of her ear.
 
((Oh gee... XD))

Chloe was suddenly losing her confidence. He wasn't saying anything back. Was it because he was embarrassed... or because he was angry? The moment she heard the tap turned off with a squeak, she flinched and momentarily had her eyes wide open, almost ready to sit up. When she heard his voice finally, she somewhat calmed down. Though, he was turning the tables this time. She silently cursed to herself, seeing how he caught her staring earlier, and blushed slightly. Even so, she didn't say anything in return, because... well, she didn't know what to say to defend herself.

When he walked out of there and she turned her head, she instantly turned a deeper shade of red at the sight of him in only a towel. With her own red face she didn't even notice the slight shade of color on his face. To make things worse, she was in the wrongest position ever as he approached her, already late to avoid him as he grabbed her wrists. At this point, she was both somewhat panicked and red as a crab at the sudden closeness she wasn't ready for.

She shifted her head slightly as his lips touched her neck, tickling it at first. That feeling was replaced soon, though, as he suckled on her flesh, causing her to let out a moan. Inadvertently. Her mind was mess at the moment. Unsure what to do first as she wasn't able to break free. She would have lied if she said his lips against her skin didn't feel pleasurably, but neither did she feel good about having her first time with someone she barely knew. "Trent, stop it..." she mumbled as she struggled. She flinched as she noticed his grip tightening with every move she made. At this point, her heart raced at an abnormal speed, emotions mixed just to confuse her even more.

His last words made the brunette bite her lip and curse herself for what she said earlier, before she frowned and closed her eyes, shivering and getting the goosebumps as she felt his tongue on her jawbone and then feeling him going at her ear. She had an internal struggle, between her mind and what her body's reaction to his every action. "T-this is not funny, Trent! I'm sorry, alright? Now let me go." she pleaded, feeling her cheeks burning.
 
“Let you go? Go where? You’ve go nowhere else to go” Trent whispered, his hot rugged breath tickling her neck as he spoke. The smirk and arrogant eyes having vanished and replaced with a hungry lustful gaze. It’d been so long since he had a woman at his mercy like this, and he wasn’t dealing with a substitute this time but with someone he actually desired. “Do you think I’d do something like this just to be funny?” he asked pulling away slightly only to flutter a trail of kisses down her neck, his free hand cupping her cheek and stroking it affecionately, “I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to enjoy the experience with me.... I lied when I said you could leave, I didn’t exactly plan to come on to you so quickly, but plans are meant to be ruined right?” he asked, lifting his head infront of hers, gazing into the sparkling blue eyes with his own.

“If I let you go now, chances are you’ll follow someone else and end up losing your innocence to them, that said it’s not like you can go home with that ass of a father lording about so that leaves you with very few options, would you prefer to be taken by some fat homeless slob in a dirty alleyway, or taken here in a cave by a body you find attractive?” he cooed, sliding his hand down and around her neck, before wrapping it underneath her back, holding her in an embrace as he pressed his naked top against her. Enjoying the immediate warmth her body rewarded him with.

“You can’t escape anymore so we can do it two ways, either you cooperate and enjoy the pleasure, or you fight me tooth and nail and end up having a painful first experience.... I won’t hit you or anything of course, but I can’t promise I’ll be gentle if your going to continue being honest with yourself, if you really wanted me to let you go, at least give me a convincing reason as to why you’re body is so hot and bothered? Why you face is as red as a tomato, and how you felt earlier when you gifted me with that wonderful melodic moan of yours?”
 
Chloe frowned again as he pointed out she had nowhere to go. It was the truth in most part, but for some reason, it hurt her. It almost felt as if she was worthless to the point where she had no one to rely on, because no one cared about her. That thought alone scared her. She could lie to herself that her father would probably be worried, but it had no point. Not when she clearly knew the truth. If he would actually search for her, it would probably be to have someone to yell at and vent his anger on.

As she opened her eyes, her lips closed tighter, seeing that he wasn't the same as earlier. Instead of the smug, teasingly smirk and arrogant expression, his eyes were filled with lust. Her blue eyes now reflected her fear. She was trapped, with nowhere to go, at his mercy. This time, she kept her mouth closed, hoping he would stop if she didn't answer to his touches. Still, he cupped her burning cheek and spoke again, making her attentive. She averted her eyes from him as he already assumed he would be taking her. And felt stupidly betrayed as he admitted he lied. For some reason, she had placed her trust in him even if he was a stranger. She didn't know why, but she naively did so, only to found out he had long planned this, but it was just a matter of time. When he looked into her eyes, she furrowed her eyebrows and showed her disappointment mixed with anger. Angered with her own stupidity and with his way of planning things as if she had no control over her life, but he did.

His attempt to make things sound better didn't help. She could not get over the fact that he lied. It was wrong and stupid, but somewhere inside her head, she had somehow tried to take him as her brother even if he kept denying it. Simply because there was something about him similar to her brother. The personalities were different somewhat, but something about them was the same, even if it wasn't visible to the naked eye. Only she could feel this.

She flinched as he slid his arm around her neck and felt his chest against her, separated only by a thin layer of cloth. She hated the fact that her body was doing exactly what she didn't wish for, because wherever he touched her, her skin would feel like burning. Once he mentioned what options she had, she looked up at him. The answers shook her soul. And then, she felt guilty. Guilty for showing that she liked it despite her pleading to stop. She truly felt guilty. Yet, she blamed it on her body. "I... I don't want to... You... You resemble him too much... It feels wrong... And... and I don't want to get pregnant!" she mumbled incoherently, aware that she probably didn't make any sense.
 
Trent knew his blunt words would hurt Chloe, but despite the waves of guilt that surged over him upon seeing the look in her eyes, he told himself that it was something which had to be said. He didn’t want to make Chloe feel worthless, but he didn’t want her thinking that she could turn to anyone else for help. He wanted her to stay with him, and would do anything to stamp out any thoughts of leaving that lingered in her head. Regardless, he couldn’t stand the look of lonesome shame in her bright blue eyes, and when she argued that she didn’t want to get pregnant. The look of lust faded a bit, his hand leaving hers and running through her short black hair, stroking it gently as he peered into her eyes with brotherly affection.

“You’re an idiot.... I threaten to rape you and your only defence is that you don’t want to get pregnant? That I look like your brother?” He stopped his assault on her body abruptly, and instead placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, unlike the other kisses which had been lustful and hungry, this one was gentle, soft, and affectionate. Much like the kiss of a parent. “I’m not your brother, you’ve already told me that the only thing we have in common are our eyes, and if I was your brother, do you really think I’d be doing something like this to you?” he whispered trying to conflict himself against the image of ‘Trent’ that Chloe had inside her mind.

“I’m just some cruel, lewd stranger that you were bound to meet sooner or later. I told you you’ve got nowhere else to go, and that’s because you’re supposed to be here, with me. It’s were you’ve always belonged, and I’m not going to let you go again. ” He paused, gritting his teeth, and looking a bit hurt, but not referring to the turmoil inside him until he finally made a decision. His words reluctant but considerate. “If you really don’t want to, I’ll stop.... but I’m not letting anyone else have you. I won’t let you leave me again, you mean too much to me for me to make the same mistake twice.”

Realizing he’d probably said too much, he averted her gaze and quickly tagged on the end a cheap excuse. “Back at the broker, I shouldn’t have told you to scram, I’m sorry” he apologized, his apology solemn and genuine, it would probably have been more convincing if he’d let her go and given her some personal space, but Trent was afraid she’d try and leave the moment he let her go, and in all honesty, he’d waited ten whole years to hold his sister, and it felt better than anything he’d imagined. “I’m not your brother” he reinforced, “But I can guarantee you that I love you more than any brother possibly could.” His hand now freed, the hand that had been holding Chloe down joined the other by wrapping around her small frame, pulling her in even closer as he buried his face in her hair. The thumping of his heart resonating through his chest and making contact with Chloe’s body.
 
Chloe expected to be ignored or just see him angry at her lame excuses, yet she was surprised when his hand left her wrists and ran his fingers through her hair, his expression showing something she longed for in the last ten years. She knew she was an idiot. While she could score the best grades in school, when it came to life, relationships, daily problems and things unrelated to what she learned in class, she was pretty much clueless. Needless to say, she never even dreamed of such a situation like the one she was in right now, so she had no idea how to act. However, she was somewhat relieved to see that he stopped and instead, he actually kissed her forehead affectionately. This gesture had her recall, once again, her brother. Her brother who used to be by her side all the time, the only one person she could always turn to. While the Trent in front of her tried to assure her he was not her older brother, she couldn't shake the feeling away. She wasn't sure anymore, if he was lying about it, or it was just her mind trying to find the person she was missing in this particular red head.

His words were certainly confusing. Or rather, misleading. Especially because she already had her doubts about his real identity. He kept talking as if he knew her. Who else could it be than him? Nobody else knew her better than her brother. And then, he decided he wasn't going to do it if she didn't want to. All in all, his next couple of sentences were leading to her own conclusion. No matter how he denied it, it didn't work.

She blushed again as he wrapped his arms around her, suddenly feeling his heartbeat against her chest. Yet, despite the warm feeling she could feel through her whole body, it didn't stop her from what she was to say next. "You've lied once... It would not be that hard to lie again, right?" she pointed out quite sharply. "I might be an idiot... but, it's not that hard to notice your reactions." she added. If he knew how to make use of her reactions, she could too. "When I called out for you back at the broker, you seemed pretty surprised for a moment. Then, you simply told me to leave, but it didn't take too long and you actually came to look after me." she remarked, eyes looking at him. "You say you won't let me leave again... The same mistake twice... We barely met each other, Trent. Alright, maybe you counted the earlier event at the broker too, but there's still no way you could love me more than my brother when you barely know me, unless..." she continued, before making a small pause. "... unless you're actually the Trent I know too well."
 
He’d apparently made one slip too many, and upon hearing the last mistake, Trent watched as her suspicion slowly turned into something more solid, the look of determination in her eyes foreboding the question he didn’t want asked. He didn’t say anything at first, not trusting himself to speak, but also knowing that silence now would mean he’d be admitting to what his sister was accusing him of.

After thinking his options over quickly, he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening his eyes, staring at her emotionlessly as he spoke. “I told you, I don’t have a sister” he repeated slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Your accusations are meaningless to me, and who or what I am doesn’t change anything, so if you want to think of me as your brother go right ahead.” Despite his inviting words, his tone was firmly rejectional, perhaps even sounding a bit bitter as if he resented the thought of having Chloe refer to him as her brother.

He didn’t think he’d acted that strangely, who wouldn’t have been surprised if some stranger called out your name? Who wouldn’t be annoyed by a customer in front of them taking forever? Who wouldn’t be at least slightly concerned about a young pretty girl walking around in her uniform, dirty and pale and basically begging someone for a place to spend the night? No, his slip-ups had definitely been his choice in words, and he’d apparently underestimated Chloe one too many times.

“All I care about is having you to myself, I resent being compared to your useless brother who left you behind to suffer the atrocities of that abusive prick of a father. But if that’s what it takes to ease your mind, yes, I’ll be your brother. The brother you love so much and keep referring to me as. If you really do like your brother so much you’ll do what he tells you right? You’ll be a good little sister and give him your body if he asks for it right?” Grabbing her by the jaw and locking it in place, he forcefully pressed his lips against hers, snaking his tongue between her surprised lips and entangling his tongue with hers. The warmth and pleasurable sensations he’d long fantasized about flooding into his body and causing a searing heat of lust to emanate off his body. This wasn’t a girl that looked like Chloe, it was the real thing. He knew he was literally forcing himself on his sister, but he didn’t care, he’d been deprived of this experience for far too long and he wouldn’t be denied.
 
Even if he didn't say a thing, the silence too, could be an answer. And that only made Chloe to conclude that maybe what she said was true in fact. And if that was right, she was more than worried at their situation. Honestly, she, herself, knew there was a slight chance that those were just coincidences, but the possibilities were so slim, it made her nervous to some point, because she had no idea how to react if he was her brother for real. He did repeat the same things, but he still didn't give her a reason for her accusations. Normally, if he was 'innocent' he would have come with some reasons to justify his reactions, right? Chloe's heart was about to jump out of her chest at the thoughts invading her mind.

However, these particular worries faded away as he talked about what was left of her family. He was insulting her sibling and her father -though, she didn't feel that offended when he called her father an abusive prick, because it was the truth- only to go ahead and trick her, taking advantage of her only 'weakness'. Her eyes opened wide in surprise when he suddenly pressed his lips against hers, his tongue intruding her mouth without even a warning. Her hands which were now free, went to his arms, clutching them and digging her nails into his flesh, hoping to make him let go of her at least for a little while.

It felt strange to feel his tongue around hers, barely being able to breath and clumsily trying to avoid choking with her own saliva. Certainly, it was a pity that she kind of enjoyed the kiss they were sharing, because her mind was stuck on the idea that it would be wrong to do such thing with a stranger... or worse... her brother. It wasn't until she bit his tongue by mistake that she realized she could actually stop him if she wanted it.
 
Feeling her nails digging into his skin, Trent let out a grunt of discomfort though her hopes of getting him to get off did exactly the opposite of what she’d been hoping for, his hold on her tightening, and starting to hurt her back. The cold blue eyes that looked down at her weren’t those of a brother at the very least, and the more she struggled, the more annoyed he seemed to get. He wasn’t interested in raping Chloe, the mere sight of her in pain and resisting was enough to tear at his heart, but he wouldn’t be denied. The only thing that ranked higher on his list of priorities than his care for Chloe, was his love, and years of thinking about the sister he’d fallen for at an early age had mutated it into something much more sinister.

Feeling her bite down on his tongue though wasn’t something he could ignore, and with a slight gasp he pulled his lips off her. Looking down at her with a look that reflected both hurt and anger. Unlike his arms, she’d bitten down on a sensitive part of him, and no matter how much he tried to ignore it, the pain wouldn’t go away. A stream of crimson fluid dribbling out the side of his mouth, Trent poked his tongue out, slowly circling over his lips and lapping up the blood before turning his attention back to Chloe. The familiar smirk reappearing on his face, though somehow it managed to look more intimidating that smug like it usually did.

“You really hate me that much huh?” he asked coldly, placing a hand over her neck and squeezing gently as if to show he could easily suffocate her to death. He was quite clearly pissed now, and the way he touched her was rougher and more aggressive than it had been until moments prior.
 
Unlike what she had looked for, Chloe suddenly felt his grip on her tightening. Nevertheless, the biting, which was actually by mistake surprisingly, helped somewhat. Looking up at him as he pulled away, she noticed something she didn't predict. Well, maybe she did predict that he would be angry, but there was a certain look in his eyes which showed that he was hurt by her actions. She didn't intend to make him feel like that. Even after his lies and what he did, she didn't want to make him look at her with those disappointed eyes, for some reason.

When she noticed blood was actually dripping down on his lips, she knew she had screwed up pretty badly. Then again, she mentally found an excuse for herself, seeing how he forced his lips on her and didn't even warn her. Besides, it wasn't like she was kissing a guy everyday. She wasn't used to this, and the circumstances made her a little bit tense. Once he returned his attention to her, she was worried to see that smirk that was familiar, yet sort of different. Sort of... sinister.

She gasped softly as he placed a hand over her neck and squeezed it, thankfully, just gently. Still, that wasn't any better. She feared he would kill her at this rate, if she didn't do as he wanted. This wasn't her brother. Now, she really couldn't see her brother in him. He would never do this to her even as a joke. It was at this point that she realized she mistook him for her older sibling. Her hands left his arms and went to the wrist of the hand which clutched her neck. She wrapped them around his wrist. "I'm sorry... I did intend to make you leave me alone, but the bite wasn't intentional." she mumbled, as if that sort of things was more important than the fact that he was forcing himself on her. Her cerulean eyes were locked on his, trying to find the same warmth she saw some moments ago, because surely she didn't like being watched with those cold eyes. "I'm sorry. I won't hurt you again." she admitted in the end, afraid that if she didn't give up he would get angrier, eyes averting to her side while her lips trembled with shame for she was aware she would have to give her body to him.
 
Trent flinched a bit as she apologized, his smirk being replaced by a brief scowl before he let out a long exaggerated sigh. He considered removing his hand but eventually opted to only shift it to the side, resting it on the side of her neck in a less intimidating fashion. It would have been so easy to move things to the next step if she'd continued to resist him, but unfortunalely her words had reverted him back to his normal self. He hadn't actually kill her, in fact he was rather horrified by the thoughts that had flashed through his mind, his hand trembling a bit as he realized that he'd let his temper get the better of him, it had been a bad idea, but there was no reason why he couldn't capitalize on it, and as Chloe continued her apology.

"Tch, whatever, I'll believe you this time" he grumbled, not too happy that he'd blown his chance to take what he'd longed for for so long. It was a missed opportunity, as Trent really didn't feel like forcing himself on her after what she'd just done. A part of his attraction for the girl starting to fade as he realized that the girl before him wasn't the same Chloe in his memories and fantasies. He could still recall the small raven haired girl following him around and looking up at him with innocent eyes. The softness of her hand, the smile that was reserved for him and him only. Part of him even wanted to admit to being her brother, but doing so would certainly ruin any chance he had with her, and the mere thought of being rejected over something as silly as blood ties made him snarl angrily.

"Next time you do anything like that, even by accident, I'll take you with or without your permission" he threatened, tracing a finger over her lips. His voice still a bit frosty and cautious after what she'd done, he wasn't really pissed off anymore, but he wasn't able to focus on Chloe as purely something to be adored anymore. She had a mind of her own, and that mind was hostile towards him. He didn't enjoy being suspicious of her, but if she'd bitten down harder he could very well have died or become a mute for the rest of his life.

"It was sort of my fault anyway.... partially" he added trying to validate his actions. "With that said, I'm not going to put up with you doing that every time I take your lips, for as long as you cooperate, you can keep your virginity, as much as I hate to say this, I'll settle for a kiss as long as you let me do it whenever I want." He knew he was being stubborn and demanding, but a kiss was a small price to pay in exchange for the full deal, and as bad as their first kiss had been, he had enjoyed it until the unfortunate little accident.
 
Chloe was taken aback and confused as he suddenly let out a long sigh. Was he disappointed with the fact that she apologized? Disappointed. A moment earlier he was angry with her because she hurt him, and now he wasn't satisfied with her apologizes. She swore she couldn't get this guy, even if she tried. Somewhat irritated with how he was behaving. It was no surprise that her glance turned into a glare, as if to state she was already annoyed with how he wasn't satisfied either way. Then again, she was relieved she at least managed to win this time and keep her virginity which was at stake.

Unbelievably, she gave him a skeptical look as he said he would take her if she would ever do that kind of thing again. While he obviously was not happy with her either, she was too busy with her own annoyance to notice it. Thus, as he traced a finger over her lips, she averted her blue eyes again, this time not because of fear or shame, but because she was stubborn to 'reward' him with the same disappointment. She didn't even move an inch as he admitted it was his fault too. She didn't care.

At his demands, she looked at him again and raised her eyebrows. "Don't expect that to happen very often. I won't be staying around here all the day long. I have to find a job and somehow do something about school too." she pointed out, motioning to move aside. "If you're already bored with me, I'll just go to sleep now." she added, her voice somewhat different from earlier, showing she was clearly annoyed with him.
 
He could sense her getting annoyed with him, but he was more than aware that his actions and words weren't the most pleasant to experience. Trent himself didn't really know what he wanted to do with the girl anymore as she told him that she wouldn't be staying around all that long. What she said wouldn't be happening for as long as Trent had a say in the matter, and while he was surprised by her rebellious words, he was slightly annoyed at how she seemed to think that she was invulnerable. He'd offered her a compromise, and she'd all but ignored it. Instead telling him to get off her as if he were just some dead weight weighing her down.

"Do you honestly think that you have time to do all that?" he asked shaking his head. Trent had gone through it all himself, and he knew that it was near impossible to support oneself, and continue ones education at Chloe's age. She'd have to sacrifice her social time.... or rather personal time and labor away each and every waking moment, eventually questioning what the purpose of living was as any positivity she had left in her life would slowly be sucked away until she had nothing left. The only reason Trent had managed was because he'd given up on his education and been lucky enough to come across a job that paid nicely.

Looking at her as if she were crazy, he couldn't believe his ears when she said she wanted to get some sleep. She'd practically expressed her dislike of him, and nearly been raped, and the most important thing on her mind was the weight on top of her? On one hand he was flattered that she'd believe him so easily, but on the other hand he felt as if he was being taken advantage of. As Chloe had said already, he'd lied once already, so there was no guarantee that he wouldn't go back on his word and force himself onto her again. "If you want to get to sleep, go ahead, I won't stop you, but if you're going to be difficult, then I'm willing to accommodate such behavior" he remarked, making no move to get off her. Instead running his fingers through her hair, not caring if she protested against it.
 
Well, being able to keep up with classes and have a job too, certainly sounded difficult, however, she kind of wished she would not have to give up on education. It wasn't because she had some friends at school or anything of the sort. Instead, she felt like she would have better chances at getting a fulfilling job later on if she continued with studying and even went to college. On the other hand, if she had to wake up to reality, she didn't have that much possibilities to do what she intended. She bit her lip at the thought. Then again, she couldn't rely on Trent's help for the rest of her school life. With how easily his mood would change, she almost expected the worst. "Then, I'm just going to look for a job and give up on school." she said in return to his question, looking pretty determined.

She simply chose to ignore his expression as if he thought she was out of her mind. As tired as she was from the lack of sleep, she didn't feel like taking into account that he could rape her or kill her or just simply do things to her. After all, if he wanted to rape her, he could have done it already. Yet, he was hesitating with every different reaction from her. She had figured that either he wasn't that serious about it and just wanted to scare the hell out of her and mock her, which probably wasn't it because he did admit he lied about his real intentions, either he was bother by guilt. Whichever way, she supposed he wouldn't try to force himself on her once again in the same day.

Now, however, she had another thing to talk about as he didn't seem to want to get off her. For some reason, it was only now that she got embarrassed, given that he was still wearing just a towel. Trying to hide her blush, she placed her hand on his chest to push him away. "Alright, alright... I'll behave. Just get off me and put on some clothes!" she mumbled, she herself, embarrassed, even if it was him who was naked and not her.
 
Trent frowned at her response, looking at her curiously to see if she was actually being serious, Trent was more than aware of what the repercussion of not going to school were. Back when he’d constantly wondered what the point of all the useless fluff knowledge was, but after leaving he realized how it was an important aspect for an individuals development, not only academically, but also socially and mentally. The mere thought of Chloe trying out drugs, or selling her body to someone other than him sent shivers of disgust up his spine. Of course, he was probably only looking at the negative aspects, Chloe didn’t seem to be socializing much at school anyway, and their father had more than compensated for mental endurance. If Chloe could find something she loved doing, that’d be great, but otherwise…..

“Or you could stay here and continue going to school and not worry about money.” He stated, his tone of voice far from that of a suggestion. “If you’re not happy with your current school I’ve got a friend who works at a nearby school that I’d be able to call on, even if you are happy with your current school I’m not entirely fond of the idea of sending you off to were your father can trace you” twitching his lips, he wasn’t entirely fond of the idea of Chloe leaving his side at all, but he couldn’t exactly lock her up and keep her inside this ‘cave’ forever….. or could he?

Rolling his eyes, and then his body finally off her, for a second it looked as if he’d comply with her demands, but his hand never left her, in fact they wrapped around her back and pulled her closer to his chest, one arm under her head while the other was draped over her head protectively. “I don’t think so, probably should have told you that I sleep naked” he smirked before suppressing his laughs and stroking her short black hair. “Plus, it’s warmer like this” he stated matter of factly, the lust and anger from earlier having faded, as he buried his face in her hair.
 
Again, she couldn't understand why exactly he was this eager to help her, despite the fact that he wasn't even her brother or any other acquittance of hers. She was sure nobody would be this nice to a stranger. Even if he had intended to keep her just to satisfy his lust or anything similar, there was no need to help her. Though, on a second thought, it would have actually been to his advantage if she would not go to school or work, always locked in the house. This way she would not be able to run. Not that she was actually looking forward to it. She shrugged the thoughts away. Maybe it was just her imagination trying to make up excuses and reasons to believe he was a good guy. For what reason, she didn't know.

"Thank you, I guess... but are you sure you can afford it? I mean... you do live in a 'cave'. Can you really pay all the expenses for two persons instead of one?" she questioned, given that she had no idea as what he worked as. Thus, she couldn't really suppose that he would be able to manage all the expenses. Besides, sooner or later she would need some new clothes too, since she didn't bring all her things with her from home. "As for the school matter... I guess it would be a better thing to go with your idea." she agreed. He did say something true. She too, had worried at some point that her father would find her if she showed up at school again. He would probably look for her, ask her classmates about her whereabouts and such.

Chloe's face got noticeably redder as she found herself into his arms, closer to his body, face buried into his chest. "L-liar, you wouldn't sleep naked in this cold room all by yourself." she said in return to his words, though it did feel warm and somewhat comfortable. It was weird, but she felt sort of safe like this, despite the fact that she had no clues about whether he was a reliable person or not. She didn't feel this in a long time, and she barely refrained from cuddling closer. "I... I don't mind if we sleep like this. But at least put on some underwear." she mumbled in the end, unable to raise her head and look at him because she was aware she said something unusual.
 
Trent’s body notably stiffened when she thanked him, his body warming up just a bit with excitement, he really needed to stop reacting to each and every positive comment she sent his way, but hearing word of positivity, no matter how shallow, roll of her lips and travel to his ears stirred a pleasant sensation inside him which could be compared to music. Even her accusation that followed seemed petty and failed to upset him, instead making Trent smirk against her forehead, placing another gentle kiss over it before speaking.

“You’re right, I usually do at least wear a pair of boxers, but I’ve decided I’ll sleep naked from now on, it won’t be as cold with you around” he whispered stroking her cheek affectionately, a peculiar longing look of desire flickering behind his blue eyes. His mood had not only improved by now, but her comment about not minding being in his arms had put raised his spirits, and even the slight tang of blood and dull throbbing pain in his mouth seemed forgettable. “Plus, I’d have to get out of bed to do that, though… that doesn’t sound too bad if you’ll promise to look after me whenever I’m sick” he chuckled, imagining how Chloe would ‘take care’ of him when he needed her help. A lewd image floated into his mind and caused the hardness under the towel to twitch notably. One hand travelling away from them and pulling the sheet roughly from under them and down towards his feet, before he skillfully hooked his feet on the hem of the sheets and kicked them up before catching it with his hand and pulling the thick blanket over their bodies. The fabric still cold, it’d take a moment or two before their trapped body heat warmed up the insides.

His hand having done its job, flowed over to her body, trailing over her waist before addressing the other part of her question. “As for money, don’t worry about it, I doubt you eat that much anyway” he snickered running a hand over her thin waist before cupping it and resting it and pulling her closer to his body. Her thigh now pressing directly against the towel, she’d be able to feel a certain stiffness underneath the cotton towel, a certain part of his body glowing with more heat than any other part of his body. Even if he seemed as if he’d given up on raping her, he was lying in bed, naked with the girl he’d fantasized about for ten long years. The warmth of her body, softness of her skin, even the trickle of air that brushed against his skin each time she breathed felt highly arousing. “It’s settled then” he whispered, grimacing a bit as he fought the urge to do something which would undoubtedly make Chloe once again openly resent him.
 
Chloe was startled by his gentle kiss on the forehead, worried that he might feel how warm was her face from all the blushing. Especially after the next words which urged her to scowl at him instead of a scolding speech. While she did feel warmer and it surely felt better to not be outside in the cold anymore, she wasn't sure she could cope with a naked guy, holding her in his arms, pressed against his bare chest, every single night. No, she feared she would not be able to sleep like this, in the same bed, stuck to someone as handsome - a compliment which she would probably never admit again - as Trent without some heart seizures. She would never know what was in his mind, anyway, and that thought was pretty worrying for a school girl who never even held hands with a boy before, unless it was something purely friendly and nothing else.

And again he had to use every little thing to his own advantages. She couldn't do it, but she did wished she could move to shake her head at him and his ideas which were probably just related to something lewd. The brunette rolled her eyes, barely imagining what he meant by 'looking after him' before she felt something and then figured it was just his hand moving to pull the blanket over them. It felt cold at first, but soon it would share the same warmth their bodies held.

Chloe made a funny face as he joked about her not eating much. Well, it was somewhat true, but just because she was the petite size, it didn't mean she was starving herself. Nevertheless, that didn't count anymore as she finally figured what she had noticed earlier wasn't actually just his movement to get a hold of the blanket. She could now feel something hard against her thigh, and while she didn't want to admit that she knew what it was, she had to somehow point it out. After all, it was for her own good, because if she would not do something about it, she was sure she would not be able to sleep. How could she anyway, feeling him obviously aroused and stiff against her. She could barely keep her temperature in check and her red cheeks at a reasonable warmth. "Um... Trent? I think your..." she started in a low voice, before clearing her throat in a subtle way. "Your... thing is invading my personal s-space." she added, realizing she just stuttered, only to make things worse. "Could you... could you please not think of perverted things? Else, I'd rather sleep on my side of bed." she explained, hoping he would understand.
 
Trent mused at her response, watching with mild amusement and curiosity as he felt her face getting warm and her cheeks getting flushed, he didn’t really draw the lines between Chloe’s reactions and his own, and while he was loathe to admit it, he was a bit concerned that his joke about being taken care of would be much more likely than he thought, only in the reverse. Picturing Chloe in her uniform in his mind, he couldn’t fathom how a girl like Chloe could survive out in the cold wearing so little… it wasn’t indecent or anything, but he’d gotten cold shivers just looking at her when he’d seen her at the bus stop curled up to keep warm. He was actually going to ask about it, trying to recall where he kept the medicine he’d bought a few years ago when he heard her speak, at first not knowing what she was talking about, he would have inquired had she not referred to the problem as perverted.

“Really? Your personal space? If I remember correctly this was my cave, and my bed. If anyone’s in someone else personal space, I don’t think it’s me” he laughed, grinding his hips forward in jest only to let out a quiet grunt, followed by a wince when he felt a surge of pleasure he hadn’t expected. He’d only rubbed himself against her thigh, but that alone had been enough to make his cock twitch with excitement, it would have been heaven if he’d be able to get permission to continue, but as things stood now, it was nothing short of torture. Almost like seeing a mirage of an oasis in a barren expansive dessert, getting hopeful wasn’t not only foolish, but bound to result in disappointment.

“I told you, I’m not letting you go” he mumbled, looking straight into her blue eyes to emphasize he meant what he said, before relaxing his expression and smiling “But I guess I’d rather let go off you for a few seconds rather than have you sleeping on the other side of the bed.” He admitted, sighing before untangling himself from Chloe, immediately feeling the lack of warmth even before he rolled out from under the sheets and sat up. Standing up beside the bed and looking down at the girl lying in his bed before smiling at the sight. “Give me a sec” he murmured before disappearing into what was supposedly the closet area of the house were Trent kept his clothes. It was supposed to be used as a storage, but it wasn’t like Trent had that many personal belonging in the first place.

Several seconds passed before he reappeared, the towel slung over his shoulder and…… looking down, he was thankfully not only wearing his silken boxers which were pulled up a bit higher than his denim jeans. “Happy?” he asked smugly, before crawling back into the bed, “You’ve got no excuse now” he added, placing a hand on her shoulder, pulling at her gently to indicate he wanted her to come back into his arms voluntarily, but not forcing her this time.
 
Chloe frowned at his words and then let out a soft gasp as she felt him grinding against her, just enough to feel a sudden warmth in her nether region, spreading through her whole body. This time she wasn't sure if it was only her embarrassment or... her arousal which made her cheeks as red as ever and her entire self burn with something similar to some sort of desire. At this, the brunette mentally scolded herself for feeling such a thing and for falling into his trap. Either there was something wrong with her head, either she had caught the 'pervert disease' from him, she figured.

Once she somehow managed to leave aside her shame, she looked up see that he had his eyes locked on hers, suddenly serious as he reminded her that he would not let her go. Even if it wasn't really related to what they were actually talking about, she was more surprised at how serious he was about it. It almost felt as if... she was really important to him. That thought alone was enough to make her feel sort of happy, because having someone to care about her was surely a nice feeling.
Thankfully for her, as soon as he went back to his previous self, he finally decided to put something on. At least now she would be able to sleep without the worry that she might wake up with a naked aroused guy stuck to her in a very indecent position.

Surprisingly, she found herself shivering slightly at the coldness of the bed without another body to warm her up. Though, she was sure it wasn't supposed to be this cold. She frowned and curled up as she waited, trying to keep herself warm despite the trembling. Then again, it wouldn't be so surprising if she was to be sick after one night during which she slept outside in the cold, with nothing to keep her warm.

As he came back, she looked up at him and was relieved to see that not only he had his boxers on, but he also had his jeans too. She nodded shyly as he questioned if she was happy now. Thus, already shuddering, she didn't deny it this time, as she moved back into his arms once he was back in the bed. In fact, she actually cuddled to him, ignoring the slightly colder skin of his, figuring that he would soon warm up again.
 
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