Her Horror, His Pleasure

Gerard didn’t like love-making. He thought it was ridiculous. Sex was sex, nothing more. But with Lauren…Lauren wanted him to make love to her, and Gerard would try his very best to make her happy. And if making her happy meant he had to make love to her, then that is what he should do.

Lauren had always believed that every time they slept together it was out of love. Gerard would never admit, but she thought that deep down inside, deep, deep down inside, he believed it, too.

Gerard pressed his lips lightly to hers in a sweet kiss. Butterflies exploded in Lauren’s stomach, like every time he kissed her.

There lips moved against each other’s passionately. Lauren couldn’t stop her arms snaking around his neck.

Gerard ran his tongue along her tasty bottom lip, begging for entrance. Lauren took no longer than a second to let him in to explore her mouth. His hands traveled downwards and rested underneath her bottom. He carefully lifted her up, although never letting go of her mouth.

He took her towards her bed, where he laid her down gently, him hovering above her.

Lauren brought her hands down to the button of his vest. She undid it quickly, and slid it off his shoulders, throwing it to a random spot in her bedroom. Her fingers then came into contact with his soaking shirt buttons. The blood didn’t bother her; she was used to it by now. She undid each button carefully and quickly, letting it drop in the same spot the vest had gone.

While she had done that, Gerard took of his belt, pants, and boxers, leaving him naked above her, his erection throbbing near her entrance.

Gerard kissed down her jaw line and down her neck. Her neck tasted so sweet on his tongue, he couldn’t help but suck on it a little. The perfume she wore was just irresistible to him. Lauren’s fingers became lost in his messy black hair when his tongue came in to contact with one of her nipples.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, making it become hard with pleasure. He grazed his teeth lightly along her nipple, causing a moan to escape Lauren’s mouth. Gerard loved Lauren’s moans. It was music to his ears, and his region ached from wanting her so bad. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out, but he had to remember that this wasn’t for him, it was for her.

Sure, he got pleasure out of sleeping with Lauren, but he found that he enjoyed it a lot more when it was wild, and he was the animal she loved, which he had discovered years back many times. But making Lauren happy meant more to him than any of his sexual needs.

Gerard moved onto her other nipple, which needed just as much attention as the first one did. He darted his tongue out, sliding it along her hardened nipple.

When he was finished, he kissed down her stomach down to her belly button, kissing around it a few times. He placed more kisses on her, moving down further. He then started kissing the insides of her thighs, moving down a little more, running his tongue along her opening. Another moan passed Lauren’s lips. She loved what he was doing to her, her whole body felt like it was on fire; she was so hot from what he was doing.

Gerard moved his tongue along her sensitive bud, as more moans escaped, getting louder as her need for him increased. He then slid his tongue inside her, thrusting very little. He didn’t want her to spill her juices just yet.

Gerard didn’t actually like going down on anybody, or anybody going down on him. He thought the idea of it was disgusting. This being said by the most wanted killer in history. Oral sex has never appealed to him in any way. But Lauren loved it, and he loved seeing what he was doing to her. Making her feel good was one thing he could always guarantee on. There were only a few things Gerard wouldn’t stop or change to make her happy. Killing being one of them.

He pulled out of Lauren just as he felt her clench around his tongue, and kissed back up her body until he reached her lips. Lauren could taste herself on his mouth, but she loved it.

Gerard positioned himself on top of her, and slowly pushed in. Lauren let out a shaky breath as he did this.

He leaned down to kiss her lips again before he started moving, slowly. His thrusts were so gentle, and loving. He didn’t want to hurt Lauren in anyway, she was a sensitive person, and could break easily. Gerard didn’t like to see a frown upon her face. He always wanted her to be smiling.

Lauren began moving her hips to match his pace. She wanted, no, she needed to feel more of him. Maybe two years was too long to be apart. Hesitantly, she raised her legs to wrap them around Gerard’s waist. She didn’t know why she hesitated though.

Each time he moved in and out of her, Lauren moaned in pleasure, and every so often, Gerard would groan. He didn’t want Lauren to know that he was enjoying himself. Because he was, oh he was. Lauren knew that, and worse Gerard knew that she knew that.

All too soon, the familiar feeling of her tightening stomach alarmed Lauren. She was close, and so was Gerard.

Lauren grabbed the back of Gerard’s neck and brought his mouth to hers in time for her to moan loudly into the kiss they shared. Lauren came quickly, spilling her hot, fresh juices, creaming the killer’s hard member.

Hearing her moan like that made Gerard come quicker, spilling his hot release inside her.

When Gerard stopped moving inside Lauren, they looked into each other’s eyes, knowing that this would be the last time they saw them.

Gerard couldn’t help but kiss Lauren’s sweet lips again. They were just so addictive.

“I love you.” Lauren whispered. She was a bit wary about saying those three words. The first few times she had said them, Gerard’s reply was ”Shut the fuck up, stupid girl.

Lauren waited for his reply. She knew he could say one of three things. The first being the above, meaning ”You’re just a fuck to me, Sugar.” The second was ”You’re amazing.” which really meant ”I love you but I’m not in love with you.” That one always hurt Lauren the most.

The third one was the one she hoped to hear, for the last time. ”You’re beautiful.” when translated meant ”I love you too.”

Gerard smiled at the beauty beneath him. He couldn’t lie to her now after all they’ve been through. He never has before.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek whispering, “You’re beautiful…Sugar.” She smiled. Tears welled up in her eyes. She loved it when he called her Sugar. And it made her feel sad that she will never hear it again, nor will he be able to use it.

She closed her eyes, taking in what had happened that evening and replaying them in her head. This night was most definitely the best night of her short life. Just twenty-seven years.

Gerard watched her. He could watch her all day if it wasn’t for his love for killing. She was truly the most amazing thing ever to be given to a man like Gerard.

Sadly though, Gerard knew this had to end at some point. He felt his heart thump harder in his chest. He had never felt like this before when doing this. It was new to him.

Gerard reached for the pillow next to Lauren’s head, and lifted it.

Lauren opened her eyes just in time to see the lone tear that had escaped Gerard’s eye, before her vision was taken from her by the pillow that covered her face.

She knew it was coming, and she wasn’t scared before, but now she was scared. She had expected it, yet she still threw her arms and legs around trying to stop Gerard from doing this to her.

Gerard swallowed the lump in his throat and kissed her chest, just a way he sometimes uses to calm her down, letting her know everything was okay. But this wasn’t okay. Not now.

Lauren became desperate. Her lungs needed oxygen. But she knew she wasn’t going to get any. She was dying, and there was no way to stop it.

Something inside Lauren’s mind screamed at her the reason why he was doing this. She was the only person Gerard would ever let his guard down to. He was powerless when he was with her. Gerard didn’t like it. That was why. She made him feel weak, she was realizing that now.

There was nothing she could do now. The light she thought she could see was fading. Lauren was fading. Her struggles grew weaker and weaker until eventually they stopped, and they flopped down on the bed, still. That tiny bit of light went off, and Lauren’s world was filled with blackness, permanently.

Gerard noticed she became still and stopped forcing the pillow on her. He took the pillow away from her face. Gerard almost sighed with relief. Poor Lauren looked like she was sleeping, and in a way she was. She was now free from the dangerous man she loved.

Suddenly, Gerard broke down. He was so overwhelmed by the emotion it scared him. Tears flooded his eyes and they poured down his face. It was just seconds ago, and he was regretting his decision.

His body shook violently, his heart thumping too hard, he felt like he was choking. He needed air, but he couldn’t leave her. He wouldn’t leave her.

“I’m so sorry baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” He sobbed to his beloved Lauren, who could no longer hear him, yet he spoke anyway, “I love you Sugar, I love you so, so much. I’m sorry, so sorry. Please come back…” Then he flipped and screamed at the corpse, “I’m fucking sorry! What have I done? I’m a fucking monster.” He stroked her beautiful hair, “You’re so pretty, and beautiful. I love you more than anything, I always have.”

He continued talking to her. His eyes were red and puffy by the time he was done.

When Gerard was dressed in clean clothes that he had kept here the last time he saw Lauren, he stepped outside onto the balcony. He pulled a cigarette out of the pack he was holding, and brought it to his lips. He lit it, and sucked in the dangerous gases, and blowing it back out again.

Gerard wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to act about the whole thing. He was devastated and completely disappointed in what he had done.

Yes, Gerard very much enjoyed hurting people and killing them. The loved the thrill of it. Watching people beg for him to stop amused him. But doing that to Lauren was over stepping the line. He promised himself he would never hurt her. She meant too much to him, way too much. He wouldn’t dare harm her in anyway, yet it is exactly what he did.

He had thought about it a few times though. Too many times. When his brain thought up the perfect idea of how to end her life, a smile would appear on his face. But then when he remembered it was Lauren… he was disgusted with himself for ever thinking such a thing.

But she made him feel weak, no, weaker than weak. And being a killer, he couldn’t have that. Killers didn’t have a weakness, especially not some girl. But Lauren wasn’t some girl.

Lauren was safe now though. She would never have to live in fear of him, though she was rarely scared of him. She was at peace, alone in silence, just the way she liked it.

Gerard remembered the first time they slept together. It was actually the day after Lauren found out Gerard was a killer. That day seemed like a life time ago, when in fact it was just ten years ago. Their relationship was kind of an ‘on and off’ thing.

But they weren’t best friends, they weren’t lovers, and they weren’t fuck buddies. They were just together in a weird way.

All the emotion Gerard was feeling now will only be there tonight. In the morning, it would all have gone, at least he hoped so. Any emotion he was feeling right now will disappear, and he will go back to feeling nothing. He will go back to what is, a killer. There will be no weaknesses this time.

It was just going to be another day in the life of Gerard Way.