Kidneytheft's fanfic.

Don't try escaping.

Mon, 28 May 2007 20:53:33 GMT

Title: Don't try escaping.
Rating: R
A/N: Chapter 3.

The darkness that engulfed the two of us was unrelenting and powerful; an air of mystery always apparent. I figured if I shuffled my body upwards, I could unhook my tied hands from the rock that held them in place. I did so, with next to little trouble and sat up. Ben was sitting to my right, his breath still being exhaled deeply and loudly. He didn't try to start a conversation, nor did I. We just sat in the silence of the cave. The atmosphere was damp, the floor cold on my bare flesh; I tried to find my clothes but failed. The sound of me shuffling in the darkness alerted Ben to what I was doing, and (as if he could see me in the pitch black) he grabbed my wrist. "Don't" he instructed, his voice a grunt in the shade.

"What did you expect?" I asked him, a whisper of anger in my tone. "Why did you take me here? You practically say nothing to me, then... Then you..."

"You're talking to me as if I made the first move. Or did you forget our escapades in the jungle?" Ben asked, his dry wit ever present. I sighed and broke the contact we shared.

"That was different." I argued, though I was not sure how it was.

"I've seen the way you look at me. I've seen the diary you keep. You want this; us. I know you do." He scoffed, so very sure of himself. But he was right, and we both knew it. I had been thinking of this; of our bodies entwining so we were one. And I had experienced that, truthfully; it had felt amazing. Indescribable. And I would always want more from this man; this phantom of a man. "Go, then. If you want. If you want to leave, then you're free to go."

Free to go? I was allowed to leave the cave, and go back to my camp? As if truly nothing had happened. Did it mean nothing to him, just another mission to accomplish? Another line to cross? A hurdle to jump over? He couldn't see, but I was scowling at him; for his nonchalant ways which hurt me. He must have thought I was preparing to leave, as I began moving around the cave, and he too began to search for his clothing, when I sought his body out, and pinned it to the cave's wall he was sitting against. "You think you have it planned out, don't you Ben?" I whispered in his ear, our naked bodies brushing against each others. "You think you can just take me here, then tell me I can go? I don't think so."

Of course he wanted to talk back, and expected me to let him. But I stopped him with my lips. They stroked his own briefly, before we continued our passionate kisses from earlier. His lips and in turn tongue, were eager to explore my mouth, my neck, my breasts; and I let them. My fingers would creep behind his neck, and play with his hair, which fueled his soft moaning. I began to straddle him, my hands now on his shoulders for support. Already he had grown hard again, I felt him pushing against my stomach. One of my hands obliged his need for satisfaction, and guided his hardness into me. I guess I was returning the favor from ten minutes ago.

His breath come out in a sharp hiss as he tried to disguise his ecstasy, as I began to ride him with controlled speed and strength. His hands didn't know where to roam, and would twitch nervously by my waist. With my free hand, I guided them to my breasts, which he artfully began to massage. It didn't take long for his mouth to replace the work of his fingers. I began to moan as his tongue teased my nipples, making them as hard as his member which was inside of me. He nipped at my flesh, sucked and licked it - and the feeling was indescribable; the feelings that I knew I couldn't find with anyone else but him.

I began to move up and down him faster, as I felt myself beginning to climax. I felt the sweat of both myself and him colliding and mingling into each other. My need to make him feel good increased as I heard his moaning get louder and louder, his voice echoing around the cave; until I felt him come inside of me. I in turn orgasmed the next moment, and collapsed against his body. Whatever anger I had felt to him, and him to me, had vanished, as he felt for his shirt next to his body and draped it around me, holding me close to his body.

"Thanks" he whispered into the shadows.

Don't try escaping.

Mon, 28 May 2007 18:50:02 GMT

Title: Don't try escaping. (Chapter Two)
Rating: R (R as in definately-no-kiddies-allowed!)
Characters: Ben/Unidentified female.

I tried to ask Ben what he thought he was doing; but his tight grip over my mouth prevented me from releasing no more than a few mumbles from my mouth. I hadn't exactly counted on him being strong enough to escape from the rest of the ropes in such a short amount of time; what with him being beaten to a pulp and our escapades, I figured that he would need more then ten seconds to recover... I was wrong. I was wrong about a few things; like the idea of me releasing one arm thinking he wouldn't take sole advantage of it. "Don't say anything" he whispered in my ear. And while this man was taking me hostage, I couldn't sense a note of malice in his voice. Perhaps subconsciously this is the goal I had wanted to achieve.

I looked down to see Ben had also had enough time to pull his trousers back up and fasten the belt, yet my shirt remained out of place. Slowly, with a nod of assurance I wouldn't scream, he lowered his hand from my mouth so I could breathe properly again. He motioned for me to stay where I was, and then began to loosen the rope on the tree, and slip his arm through the hole the bunched up rope made. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, whether he was taking me somewhere, or whether he was going alone. "Where are you going?" I asked him eventually.

"We're going north." He replied, and grabbed my wrist, dragging me further into the jungle. I tried resisting, but he was still surprisingly strong. "Maybe Jack will listen to me when he realises hes close to losing another of his people." He seemed cold when he talked to me, like what we had just done didn't mean a thing, except some kind of leverage to get his own way again. Had I played in to his hands, like we all had so many times before? Juliet and Alex had warned me what he was capable of, I guess I'd deluded myself into thinking I was one step ahead.

"So thats it, you're just going to tie me up somewhere and wait until someone realizes I'm gone?" I asked, anger dominating my voice. I tried to break loose of grip, but did not succeed. Ben nodded with a faint smile on his face. "You're an evil bastard, do you know that?" he looked at me for the first time, a smile still imprinted on his destroyed features.

We ploughed on through the jungle for what seemed like a good hour, before I saw huge rocks in the clearing. Another ten minutes and Ben dragged me into a cave. The mouth of the cave was surprisingly small, and it took some effort to get inside. But once in the belly of the cave, the space was quite generous. "How do you expect Jack to find us in this cave, when you can't see it from outside?" I asked, leaning against the caves wall.

"The black smoke." he said, beginning to unfold the rope. "Put up a fight if you want to, but I'm going to tie you up."

As he began to approach me, I realized it would be easier if I just let him take me hostage. That, and something inside me was hoping we could continue what I had started. After all, Ben had kissed me back; he wanted it too. He tied my wrists together, tight so there was no chance of me escaping. The rest of my body remained free of the ropes, something which I was thankful for; I could run if I needed to. "What happens now?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He grinned again, and ran his hands along my waist, kissing my lips in what could only be described as a deeply passionate embrace. Of course I kissed him back; I couldn't help myself. It seemed like it didn't matter what he could do to my friends anymore, because I saw something different in him. Something I was sure no one else had seen.

My moans encouraged him to continue kissing me, his lips now straying from my lips to my neck, and past my collarbone. I tried to touch his chest, yet as soon as I tried to make the contact, he broke the kiss instantly, a stern look in his eye. He then began to lower me onto the cave's floor; and because of my trembling knees it was hard to resist. He raised my arms so they were above my head, and hooked them in place by placing a rock just in front of them. I knew this is what Ben wanted; to be in control. Sure, he liked kissing me, and feeling me handle him, but if he wasn't in control, then it just wouldn't work.

Added to my already excited frame of mind, was the idea that I could barely see him in the dark cave. I couldn't see any of my surroundings, nor even the light from outside anymore. All there was in the cave, was his and my heavy breathing. I felt his hands begin to lower to my legs, feeling my bare flesh under the skirt I was wearing. His hand began to snake up until I could feel him tugging at my panties. I bit my lip, trying not to express the ecstasy I was feeling. Slowly, but firmly, two of his fingers began to enter me. As they moved in and out of me, I began to feel my heart beat racing, trying to control these emotions I was beginning to feel. Subconsciously, my hips began to arch as I felt him touch me. "Oh, Ben..." I moaned, my head turned to the right, biting my shoulder.

My cries continued to grow louder, until Ben sensed I was peaking, and then withdrew his hand from me, and stood up. I tried to sense where he was standing, and began to shuffle trying to break free, but no avail. "You stopped." I said, my voice still no louder than a murmur. "Why did you stop?"

I heard the soft clang of his belt undoing, and the shift in material as he dropped his trousers to the floor. "I haven't." A few more moments of his shuffling, and I soon felt him above me. His lips were dangerously close to mine, hovering, waiting. With effort, I lifted my head to kiss those lips, my tongue snaking into his mouth. With some effort, he broke the kiss, and took his shirt off, before taking mine off too. It looked like I had chosen a good day to wear a skirt, as he removed it with next to little trouble, and slowly, as if on purpose, began to enter me. I could feel his hardness inside of me, and took the effort not to cry out with excitement. His thrusts were slow and controlled at first, as he began to feel me in the darkness. I felt as if I would climax on the spot, and it took effort not to. As one arm supported himself, the other began to grab my wrists above my head, his fingers digging into me. The pain was more pleasurable then otherwise.

I felt, through the mixture of darkness and anticipation that we might get caught, that I could do anything and not feel embaressed. Maybe its because I felt more at ease with Ben then I should have, or maybe it was just because I couldn't see his face very well. Either way, I let my leg hook around the back of his, and then the other one soon met it. Obviously Ben had decided this was a good thing, and grabbed my leg to help his thrusts reach deeper inside of me. My moans were now no longer able to control, and so I let my cries echo through the cave. In reply, I heard Ben moan a similar tone of enjoyment and pleasure. He was beginning to lose the control he first had, as his thrusting was becoming faster and more frenzied then before. He was rough, but not in a way that made me feel displeasure towards him or this act. It was the kind of roughness that is produced through the heat of the moment; through excitement and the need for exploration.

As his thrusts began to pound into me with a volatile force, I began to feel myself climax under his weight. My hips pushed upwards of their own accord, and as I did so, I felt Ben orgasm; our peak's of pleasure expressed in the moaning and panting that followed afterwards. With some reluctance, I lowered my legs, and he pulled out of me, sitting next to my figure enshrouded by the shadow. After minutes of silence, I asked him "Aren't you going to light the black smoke?"

"Not just yet..."

I feel smrt.

Sun, 27 May 2007 20:31:28 GMT

So, earlier I complained about not being able to have my own custom mood theme without those crappy advertisements. So I thought mebbe if I switched back, it would forget about the theme and let me keep it, which it did! So now I'm on a basic account with my own mood theme! Awesome!

Like my super cool new layout? Because I do.

Off to watch the LOST finale in HD now, chiow! (Or however you spell it)

Substitute.

Sun, 27 May 2007 15:01:43 GMT

I was reluctant to do this, very reluctant. But I've decided to upgrade this LJ account to a plus account; simply for a few perks. I just bloody hate the advertisements that come along with it. My friend has a basic account, and she has a mood theme... Don't know how she manage it. Bugger it all.

Second fanfic.

Sat, 26 May 2007 15:45:28 GMT

Second piece of fanfic, and I made a new icon (Which appears next to this post ;-))

Title: Don't try escaping.
Rating: R
Characters: Ben/Unidentified female.

I knew I shouldn’t have come. From the moment I set foot into the jungle, I knew I should have turned around and left; back to my beach. Back to the people I know and trust. I crash landed on the Oceanic flight 815 a few months ago, and in that time my group of friends and I had met the Others. That’s what we call them, its more polite then calling them “The people who wreck our lives”. Their leader? Ben.

He came to us two days ago with his adoptive daughter, Alex. They came to warn us about the radio tower, he told us that the people we were contacting were evil. Jack, our assumed leader and doctor, beat him up and left him in the jungle to rot. Two days ago. We haven’t heard a word from anyone since. No help. No Ben. We continue to wait on our beach, staring at our radio, hoping that someone will come to rescue us. Our pleas remain unanswered.

This morning I could wait no longer. I was sick of silence, and I was hungry for answers. I was among the group of my people who were kidnapped; I had seen and talked to Ben before. I knew he wasn’t one to be underestimated, that he could twist you around his little finger if he wanted – but if he was still tied up in the jungle, alone and wounded, he surely wouldn’t have the power to do that now, right? I figured I would find out soon enough.

So I travelled alone in the jungle, for I told no one where I was going or who I was seeing. I moved quickly, following the trail up to the radio tower where Danielle had led us two days ago, then backtracked, picking up Jack’s trail pretty easy. I recognised the trail marks of Ben’s body where he had been dragged by his collar. I cringed. I didn’t like to think about people in pain, even the worst of souls. As soon as I emerged into a small clearing; a rough patch of land surrounded by more thickets of trees, I knew I shouldn’t have come.

He was still standing, but a slumped figure against the tree, barely conscious. I approached him cautiously, careful not to get in arms reach. His head jerked when he heard me, and to be safe I stopped where I stood. He moaned, and tried to shift position. He looked terrible. His face was covered in dry and fresh blood; infection only around the corner, waiting to possess his wounds. The blood had matted in his shirt, turning the pastel green colour of it to a mottled burgundy. I didn’t know what to say to him.

“Are you the drycleaners?” He asked; his voice low and monotone. Even in great time of need, he couldn’t help but be sarcastic. “I think my shirt needs pressing.” I smiled despite myself, and sure that he couldn’t do any harm, stepped forward so I was but inches away from him. “Why are you here?”

I shrugged my shoulders. Why was I here? Did I really think this man would give me answers? Or was I here because I was scared he would die? Did I want him to live? “Why haven’t the rescuers arrived yet, Ben?” A laugh on his behalf, told me what I had said made him think he had won the battle. I was determined to win the war.

“I don’t know” he admitted, still a laugh in his voice, “Maybe its taking them a while to load their guns.” A pause filled the air, “How long has it been? A week?”

I shook my head, which he saw as he made the effort to look into my face. “Only two days, Ben.” Why did I love saying his name?”

“Only?” He asked, and then dropped his head. He hesitated, wanting to ask me something. I didn’t interrupt; I wanted to hear what he had to say. “Please help me.” I didn’t reply, I think what I was feeling now, was shock. This proud man didn’t strike me as the kind that would ask for help, even in the worst of times. Perhaps it was the blood loss making him change his feels towards pride. “Please help me.” He repeated, more firmly this time.

I shuffled a few inches closer, so I could practically inhale that concoction of sweat, blood and tears. My hands slowly stretched out towards his face, turning it so he could see me. “Stand up, properly.” I ordered. Defeat was in his eyes, but I persevered. “Stand up properly, and I’ll help you.” Slowly, with fierce determination he began to move, his legs after forty eight hours wakening to support his weight. Pain crossed his face, and he groaned. I was taking pleasure in the idea that I could hurt him, with it feeling so good. “Now, let’s get your face cleaned up.”

I ripped the arm of my shirt off, and with some force began to wipe his face. I could tell it was uncomfortable, painful. And I continued, applying more and more force to my touch. “You’re hurting me” he whispered, not saying it loud enough for any other force to hear; God forbid someone should think he’s only human. I grin, and throw the sleeve to the ground. I still felt that determination to make it hurt for him, to do whatever it took to make him hurt, like he had hurt my friends; all the while taking some kind of pleasure in it.

His lips were cut, and bleeding. Not exactly pretty to look at. I continued grinning, and pressed my lips against his. I instantly could taste his blood; it mingled into my lips, and continued to do so as I pressed my lips harder and harder to his. He was shocked, that was good. Whether it was shock or pain, he didn’t kiss me back. Not the first time. I drew back to look at him, then kissed him again, my mouth open as opposed to my first kiss. I expected him to just take it, and not reciprocate. But his tongue began to flicker into my mouth, meeting my own. Now I was the shocked one. I hadn’t expected him to kiss me back, but I had hoped he would. I deepened the kiss, my hand playing with the fabric of his shirt. I focused on his heavy breathing against my face, it was more arousing than I had expected. As he continued kissing me, I heard his arms rustling, trying to break free of the rope.

I finished the kiss, and drew back. “Don’t try escaping.” I said, and lowered my face so it was against his neck. I licked at his skin, remnants of his blood still apparent on the flesh. I sucked at the skin, teasing it with my tongue. I could feel the vibrations of his moan as I did so. Even in his condition, I could feel him getting hard. It excited me to such a deep degree. My hands slipped from his shirt to the buckles of his belt. I fumbled to undo his belt and trousers. They slipped to the floor, and he had no qualms about it. He moaned as my hand slid under his boxers, to touch the bulge that had now formed there. I began to rub him, to feel him in my hand. His moans grew loud, and he began to lean into me. As my hand gripped his hardness, it began to move up and down its shaft faster and harder. It was beginning to excite me, and I needed him to feel me so badly, that I helped release one of his arms.

Instead of him trying to free his other one, or pushing me away, he began to stroke my hair, before his hand slipped underneath my shirt to feel my breasts. I bit my lip, trying to bite back the noises of pleasure that wanted to escape my lips. As soon as his fingers began to rub my nipples, I couldn’t help but gasp. I moaned his name into his ear, and in reply he too moaned. A few moments later, and the mixture of pleasuring each other pushed Ben over the edge, and he came into my hand. I heard his sigh of satisfaction, and satisfied myself, I moved away from him, turning around to look into the trees. I couldn’t meet his gaze, not yet anyway.

When I was ready, I began to turn around, but his hand had already clamped over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. He mimicked my words I had said to him earlier, and whispered them in my ear “Don’t try escaping.”

TBC…

Fanfic.

Fri, 25 May 2007 18:54:31 GMT

Title: My diary
Rating: R
Characters: Ben, Annie

(Way longer than I wanted this to be…)

Ben (Flashback Ben) – reading Annie’s diary.

Dear Diary,

Ever get the feeling you’re lost? Like you have nowhere to go, nowhere to stretch past, bound by four walls and a nagging voice telling you to do the chores? Its how I feel all the time, I don’t want to feel like this, but I do. I really do, and I don’t know how to stop it. Ben and I walked on the beach last night, like we do every Wednesday, and I told him how I felt. He told me he wants me to stop feeling like this.

He said he’d help me stop feeling like this.

Annie.

Ben closed the diary slowly, with reluctance. He knew when he entered Annie’s room that he shouldn’t have opened the diary. She was only freshening up; she could have walked in any moment. He continued to twiddle his thumbs on her bed, and when she walked in sheathed in only a towel; he gulped and averted his eyes. “I thought you said you’d only be five minutes?”

“I did say that.” She said, signalling for him to turn all the way around so she could get dressed. “But then I changed my mind and took a shower.” He heard the towel drop to the floor, and sighed. “Don’t look.”

“I won’t.” he said, but his eye had already spied the mirror in front of him, reflecting the naked shape of her body. He couldn’t help but stare at her. It wasn’t as if anything he saw was new; only…Refined. They had grown up together, they had never shared a bed, but they had shared much more than that. They lived in each other’s pockets. Separation would mean death. When he saw that she had put on some clothes, he dropped his gaze to look at the bed covers.

“Ok, I’m good. Want to go for that walk now?”

The grassy knolls stretched far and wide, with few in between. They would walk closely together, so they wouldn’t get lost in the darkness. Every now and then, Ben would touch her lower back, making sure she was there, making sure she was coping. When they reached their destination, the top of a small hill overlooking the beach, they both sat down upon the blanket Ben had carried.

“I love it here.” Annie whispered, lying on her back. Ben nodded in reply. “And you love your stargazing, so we’re both happy.”

Ben smiled, and nodded once more; but he did not look up at the sky. Instead he drew his knees to his chest, and rubbed his legs for warmth. Simply gazing out to sea.

“What, you not going to look at the stars? We come here every Friday to gaze at the…”

“…Stars, I know.” Ben began, looking down at Annie whose eyes were shut, a closed grin apparent on her lips. “Truth is, I don’t really like stargazing at all.”

One eye opened slowly, “But you said…”

“Oh I know what I said.” Ben began, his hyper eager notes jumping over each other, in their eagerness to escape his mouth. “Truth is, I lied. I’ve come here every Friday with you, for the past twenty years, so I can… Spend more time with you. Alone.”

Annie sat up, and stared at him; her face dreadfully close to his. “Did you read my diary, Ben?” His head twisted to left quickly, a look of shock now imprinted on his features. He shook his head to begin with, but then gave into his guilt, and nodded in the affirmative once. “I can read you better than I read my diary. Listen, Ben...”

“I read your diary, and I felt terrible. I didn’t want to know you felt like that. That you were mad. That you were upset, and lonely and felt this way. Because... Because I can promise you that I will make this all better. Somehow, I’m going to make it so you love your home. That you love everything about it. And the next time I read your diary… It won’t sound the same.”

For that split second, time suspended its laws and beliefs. Time and space bended for Ben, long enough for him to meet the gap that divided him and Annie, to kiss her. A closed kiss on the edge of her lips, but soon she met his lock, and opened her mouth, her hand brushing the hairs on the back of his neck. He sighed, and began to deepen the kiss, their tongues meeting in a furious battle of passion. Every tiny moan that escaped her enveloped lips sent a rush of warmth through his body, from the tip of his head to his toes.

Slowly, almost as if he wasn’t doing anything at all, his hand began to slide from its location on Annie’s shoulder, to the top button of her shirt. She was still damp from the shower she had had, or maybe she was as excited as he. Either way, his hand slipped past and under the fabric, to feel the flesh beneath. It seemed a little sudden, they both knew that – but didn’t reject it.

Annie began to pull Ben on top of her, eager as he was to unite the two of them into one. Her leg twisted around the back of his, exciting him at such an incredible pace. Her hands began to undo his shirt, and just when she lowered her touch the buckles of his belt, a belt of static surrounded the air; his walkie talkie. They both stared that the black plastic device sitting to their right, hoping and praying to God that they had both heard nothing. But interrupting their bout of passion was the call of;

“Ben? There’s been an accident in the lab. Chemicals got spilt. Clean it up before midnight.”

“No” Ben whispered, in disbelief. The rush of ecstasy was beginning to lose grip, and flood from his body as quickly as it had entered. “I don’t have to go….”

“No. Go.” Annie whispered, her leg releasing his lower body. “Work man Ben.”

Dear Diary,

It took twenty years, but he did it. He kissed me last night. And suddenly… He doesn’t need to make anymore promises.

I already am in love with this Island, and a lot more within it.

Annie.

Some deep breathing...Some yoga...

Thu, 24 May 2007 16:28:52 GMT

I don't know if this will sound fickle. Or rude. But I don't feel comfortable posting fanfic under kidneytheft. I feel...Embaressed. Embaressed because my friends don't like Ben, or whatever. So if I'm going to post fanfic, I think this is going to be a cool way of doing it.