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I just joined and this sounds like a pretty awesome comm ^^
I know GC/Mest is a tired fandom, but I love this pairing and I hope it's rare enough.
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Title-Carbon pt.6
Rating-FINALLY NC-17!!!
Pairing-Jeremiah/Billy
Author-amish/effigy
Summary-First times and necessary evils.
Disclaimer- I just wrote it, it never happened and I don't own anything herein.

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(1-5/PG-13)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Title-Carbon pt.6
Rating-FINALLY NC-17!!!
Pairing-Jeremiah/Billy
Author-amish/effigy
Summary-First times and necessary evils.
Disclaimer- I just wrote it, it never happened and I don't own anything herein.

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CHAPTER 6
(This is dedicated to those few that have been reviewing from almost the beginning; modmadden, ragdawl, gravitygurl27, and lovepeacenpunk. I'd also like to dedicate this to inpurity cause her reviews really helped shaping this fic and I appreciated them a lot. Enjoy!)
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I watched him wake, watched as he stirred a bit before his azure eyes fluttered open, blinking away the sleep. He saw me and a warm smile curled his full lips, moving to sit up. Probably going to wrap those thin arms around me in a warm hug and tell me how much he loves me. Probably.

All I can see are his azure eyes, how they quickly cloud with question marks and surprise as he's jerked back into the bed. How they fill with confusion, fear, and more questions when I don't respond to him. I don't give him a reason why his hands are tied to the top bed post, I don't give him a reason why my cheeks are wet and my mouth is sealed, I don't give him a reason why.

He calms down and his questions stop as I just pet his soft hair and cheeks slowly. We just sit like that for a while, but I know I can't hold it off any longer, it needs to happen now. So I watch as the question marks once again cloud his eyes when my hands
traveled down to the loose shirt, watch as he silently pleads for an answer.

I don't give him a reason as I slip each piece of clothing from his slender body with shaking hands. I didn't respond to his questions which grew more desperate as more of him was exposed. His eyes were glossy and his thick lashes were wet with tears when his questions died off hopelessly. I was taken by surprise as he just curled up onto his side when he was fully exposed, knees to his chest and whimpered at me to look away. I was surprised that he was actually ashamed of himself, surprised that he wasn't afraid of me right now or this whole situation. Surprised that he didn't want to run.

I sat there helplessly as he lay bound and balled up, silently crying into himself. It wrenched my heart and clawed at my stomach to see him like that. I had to make it right, I had to make sure he knew that everything was okay before anything happened. So I untied the cloth that bound his wrists and scooped him up, holding his trembling body close. He froze in my arms, but quickly relaxed as my hand stroked his back soothingly and I whispered how I loved him and how beautiful he was into the perfect shell of his ear.

And he wrapped his thin arms around me in a warm, trusting hug and told me how much he loved me.

He knew what was coming and he was scared, I could tell by the way he held onto me tightly as if I could protect him from myself. I wish I could, I wish I could stop this from happening; prevent any pain that he will have to take from this.

I just laid him back on the bed and sat back, pushing my boxers down and off my legs. His cheeks turned bright red and he looked away shyly. I knew this was the only naked body he'd seen other than his own and those vague drawings in science books. I caught his gaze and gave him a reassuring smile. Moving forward, I stroked his outer thighs and settled between his legs, enraptured by his frightened doe eyes.

I explored every part of him; I mapped every inch of soft, milky flesh with my fingertips, lips, and tongue. I spent at least an hour just discovering his body; finding every sensuous dip and curve, finding every freckle and birthmark, finding every spot that made him gasp, finding how he reacted to every little lick and touch, finding just how he liked to be touched. Finding that he was ready.

With a nifty little bottle of lube, I had the tip of my finger brushing and coating his small rosebud, kissing his full lips lightly as he flinched in surprise. I grasped his hip as I pushed my finger inside, slowly pushing past the initial resistance to press into extremely tight heat. He whimpered in pain as his body was intruded and I calmed him with coos and gentle strokes to his silky confines. He squirmed on it slightly until he adjusted, with which I started to push my finger in and out of his tightness. He gasped in surprised pleasure when I tapped his sweet spot, making him arching into my touch.

I absorbed every little sigh and gasp as I stretched him, watched as his long lashes fluttered and how he bit his full bottom lip in pleasure. Once I'd worked three fingers in, he was clutching the sheets and grinding down against my hand. That's about enough for that.

As I slid my fingers from his ready body, he whimpered at the loss and his body grasped at me, trying to pull me back inside. I rubbed some lube over myself, giving Billy a reassuring smile when his expression of pleasure quickly turned to one of hesitancy with a touch of fear when he realized what was next. I gently spread his slender legs at the knee and settled myself between them, holding myself up over him. Planting my hands by each shoulder, I leaned down close to him and pressed my lips to his.

His soft lips parted to accept my stroking tongue, moving his own against it slowly before moving into my mouth. His moist little tongue licked at my lips before sliding between them to dip down against mine, tasting about a bit before moving back out to catch my top lip between both of his. He gave it a little suck and pulled back with it lightly between his teeth, letting it go before giving me a few chaste kisses.

That was the most sweet, erotic kiss I'd ever gotten, and it made me impossibly harder. I think we were both as ready as we were gonna get, but I asked him anyway. He held my gaze, gave me a loving, trusting smile and wrapped his legs around my hips, drawing me closer until the tip of my cock touched his entrance. That touch made the both of us shiver as sparks of pleasure flickered from every place our skin met. He kissed me once more before whispering 'I'm ready Miah, I'm ready for this and I'm ready for us' and slid one of his little hands under mine, lacing his small fingers through my thick ones. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled down at him while trying to blink back the tears that filled my eyes, and whispered back 'I love you Billy, you're my angel and I'm sorry I have to do this to you. I'm sorry..'

With that I pushed through his bodies initial resistance and pressed on with a steady level of pressure. He screamed in pain, shrieked as he was invaded and his tender walls were torn apart. His body tensed around me, making it even worse. I was too big and he was way to small, we were opposite extremes. I just pressed on, grunting with the effort as I pushed through resistances, until I was fully seated. He was crying out the whole time, tears spilling over his cheeks like twin rivers and his small body was shaking so hard beneath me. I just held myself over him, squeezing my eyes shut tightly and panting from the exertion of penetrating his tight heaven. I had to hold myself back from just ravaging his body as his heat squeezed around me rhythmically. This was the best thing I'd ever felt.

I opened my eyes right into Billy's pained gaze and I jerked back from him as I fully realized what I just did to him. I looked down at him and my eyes went as wide as saucers when I saw the state he was in. He looked like a broken angel lying beneath me, slender legs draped over my thighs, ribbed chest heaving, lips quivering and emitting choked whimpers, cheeks wet and red, but his eyes were what killed me. It tore me apart as I looked into his big blue orbs, filled with pain, shock, and agony. That wasn't what I saw that hurt the most, though. It was the intense love and trust I saw through the tears. Love and trust. How the fuck could he still love me, and above that, trust me after what I'd just done?! After I'd violated that love and broken that trust, after I'd violated and broken him?

He never ceased to surprise and amaze me. I was just leaning over him, unable to speak or move or feel when he reached up to me. It jerked me back into reality when I felt his hands on my shoulders, gently pulling me down towards him. He wrapped his trembling arms around my neck and pulled me down to him, closer until our faces were inches apart.

And he smiled. He smiled that same loving, trusting smile he did before through his tears, and that broke the last of my self-control. I broke down against him, just barely supporting myself on my forearms over him as tears spilled from my eyes. They slipped down my cheeks and dripped off of my chin and nose onto Billy's cheeks, mixing with his own. He pulled me fully against him and ran his fingers through my hair, kissing my forehead, each closed eyelid, the wetness from my cheeks, and then pressed to my lips.

He softly moved his lips against mine in a sweet, loving kiss and he whispered against my lips 'I love you, Miah'. Those were the words I needed to hear so much and it broke the very last barrier in me. I wrapped my arms under and around his small body and held him tightly to me, cradling him close as I quietly sobbed. He hugged me close and kissed my cheek, murmuring 'It's okay, I'm okay. I love you so much..It's okay, Mi' into my ear. I kissed his soft cheeks and lips apologetically, almost frantically and he just cupped my face in his small hands and gave me that same sweet smile. He gently brushed aside the hair that fell into my eyes and softly said 'It's okay. I love you, and I want this'.

I kinda broke out of whatever state I was in, calming down and just holding him while he stroked my hair and cooed softly in my ear. As I came back to reality, I came back into feeling too. I realized I was still rooted in Billy and that his body had stopped grasping at me spasmodically. I was too afraid to move though, I was terrified of hurting him again, terrified of hearing his soft voice sounding so pained and of seeing that pain on his angelic face. If hurting him like this is what it takes to bind us, than I'd rather be alone for the rest of my immortal time.

I was just about to draw out of him when I felt him moving down on my cock, shifting on it. That little movement made me groan, the feeling of his silken walls sliding around me sent bolts of pleasure up my spine. He did it again and I took that as his okay for me to keep going. I drew out about an inch before pressing back in slowly. Billy's breath hitched slightly as my cock rubbed against his torn flesh, but didn't protest so I kept up the slow, shallow pace. I watched his angelic face as the pain slowly ebbed from his eyes, gradually being replaced by new pleasure. He nibbled on his bottom lip a bit and his lashes started to fluttered, breathing shifting into a slightly quicker rhythm.

I drew back and pressed in harder, staying rooted and just grinded down into his virgin body. His eyes flew open and he gasped as the head of my cock rubbed against his button. I pulled back and pressed in, nailing and grinding against it every time. He was making the sweetest sounds of pleasure and his slender body arched up against me, hands gripping my shoulders. I groaned as his tightness squeezed at my cock and I pulled out even further, thrusting back in.

Billy moaned beneath me as the pace increased and as I hit his spot even harder with each thrust. I held myself up over him on my forearms as I moved in and out of him, watching the way his small body moved with each stroke. He arched up and threw his head back with a moan as I nailed his button hard when my thrusts grew harder, rocking into him with a steady pace. As he threw his head back the creamy flesh of his neck was exposed to my hungry intentions, and I quickly latched onto it, sucking and nibbling at his sweet skin. Billy whimpered as I licked up the column of his throat then moved to lap at the little hollow pool below it, keeping the pace hard and slow.

We were both breathing hard and Billy had started to move up into the thrusts, but was to tired to keep it up for long. I sat up a bit and grasped his bony hips, making him gasp as his sweet spot was hit at a different angle. I upped the pace a bit and drew out until only about an inch of my cock was in him before slamming back in. Pulling his hips up, I started to move him on my cock, pulling his body up to meet each thrust. Billy was lost in a haze of pleasure and had a fistful of the sheets in each hand, his legs tightening about my waist, full lips spilling the most erotic sounds I'd ever heard. I hunched down his short body to his chest and he purred as I took each of his tiny pink nipples between my lips to suck, lick, and bite until they were hard little peaks.

I pulled back and sat up, planting my hands on either side of his waist and plowed into him with deep, hard strokes. Billy was crying out in pleasure beneath me as he neared his peak and I grasped his throbbing cock which made him shriek in delight. I pumped him in time with my thrusts and after only 6 strokes he was crying out and cumming between us, his substance streaking over my chest in little ribbons. I could only hold out a little bit longer as his heat tightened like a vice around me, making me grunt with the effort of each thrust. He whimpered as I nudged against his tender, oversensitive spot a few more times. This was it.

It all came to an overwhelming peak and I jerked into him as deep as I could before exploding inside of him with a groan. I could feel his body flinch against mine as my heat shot into him. I stayed rooted and waited for what I knew was going to come. And come it did.

Billy whimpered a bit and his body quavered, but those shivers turned into full on quakes that wracked his whole frame and those whimpers turned to cries and shrieks of pain. This was the real binding process.

His lithe body squirmed beneath me frantically as my seed seeped into his inner wounds like acid. I held him bracingly as he shook and cried while his torn flesh absorbed the burning substance. He tried to squirm out of my grasp and pleaded with me to make it stop, to take it out but I just held him firmly to the bed. This continued until the his insides were dry around me once again, his body having had absorbed the last of it and I slowly withdrew from him.

I loosened my hold into an embrace once his struggling stopped and his sobbing turned silent. He amazed me once again when he wrapped his arms around my neck and held me tightly to him, crying into my shoulder. I stroked his slender back soothingly and cooed into his small ear until his tears stopped and the last of his trembles ceased.

I shifted us until I lay on my back and had Billy bundled up against me, his head resting against my chest. I held him tightly, stroking his soft hair and cheeks. He looked up at me and whispered in a heartbreakingly innocent and pained voice 'Why did that hurt so much, Miah?'. I choked on that for a minute, trying to find the right words that could explain it to him.

'Cause I made you mine, Billy.'



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FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh fuckin hell I'm so happy I finished this! I love it too!
Turned out a lot different then I intended it to, but I like it a lot.
Oh please please please gimme some good reviews people! I NEED reviews right now.
I worked my ass of writing this chapter so you'd better not just read it and walk away, READ IT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK GODDAMMIT!
more soon..
thanks alot ^^ love you all..-------------------