Фан-клуб Уолтера Салливана

[Vivienne]

Тем лучше! У нас ведь уже была лингвистическая дискуссия-)

[Алиса]

Здесь я останусь навечно... Нравится мне Уолли, такой он не обычный.

[Angel Thanatos]

Vivienne, да скока угодно фиков, тока пусть мя т-щ Дуглас в маньяки запишыт ))
плз...

[Vivienne]

Angel Thanatos, если в личку т-щу модеру напишешь, он быстрее найдет.

[Толян]

Уолтер мне сейчас позвонил и сказал что он бухой в ж*** и чтобы его никто не беспокоил.

Сейчас я тоже кому-нибудь как позвоню!

[Vivienne]

Неправда... Не бухой он... Просто он сейчас наедине с любимой, и не хочет, чтобы их тревожили. Чтобы можно было так посидеть спокойно, подержать ее за руку, прошептать на ушко: "Ты у меня одна, Вивьен..."

[Angel Thanatos]

Блин, когда ж модер группы придет??!

[Алиса]

Хихихаха, зачем мёртвому пить и искать прочие глупые человеческие удовольствия?

[Mystic]

Чтобы можно было так посидеть спокойно, подержать ее за руку, прошептать на ушко: "Ты у меня одна, Вивьен..."

ух ты ёпты...

Angel Thanatos, а ты выложила фик или нет?
ЗЫ.

когда ж модер группы придет??!

Да, кстати....Он случайно не в бане?

[Angel Thanatos]

Title: Cornered

"...Damn it... its been locked..." Henry muttered, turning the doorknob that would lead to the depths of the water prison. He turned slowly to Eileen who was still looking around the room nervously and shivered from their encounter with Walter just minutes ago. He'd chased them all the way down the spiral path surrounding the water prison and disappeared as they ran into a hallway that Henry said held a hole in the wall.
"Do you think he's still out there...?" Eileen said softly, glancing back at the door they'd come through.
"I don't know..." Henry replied, "...I don't think so. He seems to stay away from rooms with the holes in them."
Eileen nodded. She couldn't see this mysterious 'hole' Henry had told her about, but she believed him fully. She'd seen him just walk into the wall and disappear, then reappear minutes later. The holes were there, and they were the only way to escape Walter's crazy world... that made Henry her only hope to get out of this hell alive.
Henry glanced at the big door leading into the first floor of the spiral prison, then at the door they'd just come through, "Eileen, I need you to stay here. I'm going to clear the way for you again."
She looked up at him pleadingly, "...but..." and sighed defeatedly, "...alright. Just hurry up, okay? It's creepy here..."
The brunette man slowly walked toward the door. He looked back at Eileen, "...stay in here, Eileen. I'll be back as fast as I can."
Eileen nodded in agreement, and sighed. He left quickly, and as the door closed behind him, he disappeared into the foggy world outside. She stood there, almost aimlessly for a moment, just thinking. About Walter. He'd had such a fucked up life, she thought. She really felt for him, even though she knew in her mind that he was a murderer.
Still... just thinking about it hurt her inside. She looked around the room, and thought twice about leaning her tired body against a wall. She cringed, seeing slimy grey slugs crawling on the walls. They glistened in the little light that was in the room from the glass panels in the ceiling. She turned away quickly... they made her sick to look at them.
She stepped toward the center of the room slowly, looking down at the rust and blood stained floor. She wanted to sit. Her body was so tired... she kneeled down and took a seat on the cold floor. Her bruised face winced as she felt bolts of pain shooting up from her sprained and cut ankle that was wrapped in stained white gauze.
The floor felt cold and a little damp... it also felt slightly crusty beneath her skin. The cold moisture in the air didn't make the creepy, gross feeling any better either. The coppery and salty scent of blood hung in the air with the scent of rotting flesh that rested only God knows where. It really did feel like a nightmare. She hated every minute of it.
Eileen's head nodded down slightly, as she let her eyes close drowsily. She felt herself drifting to sleep... sweet sleep... she could've used it at that moment, as weary as her body was.
Suddenly, she bolted awake when she heard a loud crashing noise. Then the low rumbling of stone grinding against stone as the whole building tremored slightly. She looked toward the two door entrance into the 1st Floor spiral corridor, the source of the noise. She prayed that wasn't something that could get into her small safehaven.
Breathing somewhat shallower now, she heard footsteps in the following silence. They echoed on the stone ground... they were coming closer.
"Henry... Henry... please be you... please, Henry..." She whispered, feeling terror beginning to quiver awake within her.
She faced the door and scooted back slowly and painfully with her sprained ankle. The footsteps were coming closer. Her heart began pumping faster. What if it was Walter? With a gun, or that steel bar he'd bashed Henry with a few times back in the forest?
Her heart was in her throat by the time she heard the doorknob turn with an unnerving, high pitched squeal. It turned slowly. She was shaking now. Her heart pounding like mad. What would she do if it was Walter? Where would she go? This had been her safehaven! Her shelter in this insane world! So many thoughts raced through her mind and she squeezed her eyes shut praying that when she opened them, it'd be Henry.
The door closed.
She heard footsteps coming toward her.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." She thought, realizing that if it'd been Henry, he would've said her name, or said something that'd ease her obvious terror.
They were closer now, and she felt tears squeezing through her lashes. She shook her head, whispering over and over, "No, no, no... no..."
When she opened her eyes, the footsteps had stopped. She only saw tan colored khaki-like pants and black shoes at first. Then her eyes trailed up slowly, seeing a familiar dark blue, bloodstained raincoat. She was frozen in terror as she looked up to see that long haired blonde man looking down at her with those stoic green eyes.
He just stood there, looking at her for what felt like an eternity. She could hear him breathing slowly, just looking at her. She heard his dry, calloused hands rubbing against the steel bar in his hand as he turned it over and over slowly. She curled her body close to her, as she looked up at him, waiting for him to move.
Why was he just standing there?
Why was he just fucking with her mind like this? If he was going to kill her, why wouldn't he just do it already, she thought.
Then he stopped breathing and spoke. His voice was so calm and gentle... it was so different than what one would expect from him.
"Where's Henry...?" He quietly asked.
She shook her head, trying to force the words out of her mouth, "...I... I-I don't know..."
He was silent for a long time, just looking at her with such a peircing, unwavering stare, "...I believe you."
Her eyes shifted down to his hand, where she saw him rotating the steel bar in his hand with his fingers almost like he was fidgety. She watched the steel bar shifting around, hearing him continue, "...you're lucky little Walter was there to save you before. But... it was my own weakness that stopped me just long enough for him to be there."
Eileen swallowed softly, as best she could with her dry mouth, and whispered, "...why me...?"
His gaze seemed to soften, "...because you cared."
"So, because I gave a damn about you, you try to kill me?"
"If I'd done anything else... it'd have been such a sin..." He replied.
Eileen shivered, "...It'd have been?"
Walter seemed to smile that ever present creepy smile, "...yes. You notice that this is my world now... and in my world... its no longer a sin... what I feel for you."
He stepped closer and leaned forward. She tried to scoot further away, as though wishing to melt into the cold, grimy wall behind her.
"Its no longer a sin to desire you..."
"Get away from me!" She breathed, trying to rush away.
He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her to her feet. She screamed in pain and terror as he pushed her roughly against the grimy, damp wall behind her. She looked up at him, shaking now. He just smiled so calmly, before pressing his body against hers to keep her from escaping his grasp.
"...so beautiful... you've always been in my dreams... even though you were the Mother Reborn..."
Eileen still struggled, trying not to give up, "Lemmie go!"
"...you're the only one I've known that is as beautiful on the inside as on the outside... not like that whore from the subway... looks decieved me... but you..." He whispered, bringing a hand softly to her bruised cheek, gliding it down across her jawline, savoring the feel of her soft skin, "...you're real..."
"Please, just let me go..." Eileen shuddered at his touch, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She felt his hand sliding down over her neck, passing gently over the black lace choker around her neck, and then moving across her collarbone, "...so very real... yet at the same time, ...the only part of this nightmare that feels like a dream..."
She could feel his warm breaths against her forehead as he leaned against her body. She continued to struggle as his hand moved over her breast, over the purple dress at first, then sliding it under the purple material. His hand felt cold and rough against her own soft skin. She could feel his fingers tracing her hardening nipple gently and could feel his breaths against her growing deeper and lustier.
"...don't..." She pleaded again, choking back a sob as he groped and squeezed her breast needfully.
She felt his stubbly face move across her own face and his lips were against hers. She wanted to reach up and slap him, and try and push him off. She was so scared, but felt her own body begin to betray her. He pressed his lips roughly against her own, and she felt his other hand, which still held the steel bar, slide around the curve of her waist.
His hand pulled her hips closer, grinding them gently against his own. Through the thick material of his jacket, she could feel his own hardness against her body. She shuddered, and tried to push away. He just pushed her body back against the wall again, trying to kiss her even deeper.
She heard the steel bar fall to the ground as his other hand began to lustfully roam her curves. She felt it sliding down over her thigh, then up again, this time moving under her skirt. As his hand moved up her soft skin, the skirt was pushed upward, revealing more and more of her body. His breaths were growing faster and huskier as he his hand moved closer to her panties.
Eileen groaned and tried one last time to push him away, failing. It was futile to try and fight him. Its not like she'd have been able to run anyway. Tears still spilling, she gave in. She parted her own lips, and slid her tongue into his mouth, kissing him back. He paused for a moment, and opened his eyes, looking at her questioningly. He looked down over her body, crushed against his own and the wall. Then back at her, almost cautiously and confused.
The brunette woman lowered her head, almost ashamedly. He wanted to ask her why she'd kissed him back... he wanted to believe she'd had feelings for him... he wanted to form so many delusions in his mind... but he wouldn't. Not now. He just wanted her right now... to feel her body... to feel himself inside of her... he wanted her so badly...
He brushed his lips over her own again, and she responded just as she had before. She gave no struggle, and defeatedly allowed his tongue to slide into her own mouth, pressing against her own. Feeling her tongue against his own was a small pleasure within itself... He moaned lightly into her mouth, and continued to grope her breast with one hand and feel her sex over her warm panties with the other.
Eileen slowly put her arm over Walter's shoulder for support as he kissed her. He gave another soft mewl, as she did this. Just feeling her arm around him, feeling her wanting him back was like a taste of heaven.
He rubbed her crotch softly at first, then harder as the material covering it grew warm and damp. He slid the material aside with his fingers and felt her sex over his fingers. He slid them between her folds, slick with her fluid, and clumsily slid them across her clitoris. She gasped as pleasure coursed through her body while he rubbed his fingers against the sensitive spot. He continued this for a moment, then unexpectedly slid his fingers through the slick womanhood and into her her tight entrance. She broke the kiss with a quick moan. He opened his eyes, his lips just inches away from hers as he began to pound his forefinger and middle finger into her sex roughly. He watched her face, her closed eyes, her parted lips... she moaned in pleasure as he touched her in ways he'd only dreamed of for so long.
His own heart beat fast and his breaths were deep with need still. His cock throbbed in the tight-feeling confines of his pants. He wanted to feel her slick, hot sex around him... her tight muscles clenching around him... he wanted to hold her legs around his waist and slide in and out of her in a steady ryhthm until he came inside of her... God, just the thought of that made him even harder...
Walter watched Eileen moaning softly for a moment longer, and then pulled out. She leaned back against the wall, breathing shallowly, her face flushed and pink. She opened her eyes just in time to see him bring his fingers up and lick her fluid from his fingers... it tasted so sweet to him... so perfect... just like her...
She felt his hands move to either side of her hips, sliding up her skirt. He grasped the sides of her thin white and purple panties, and slid them down her legs easily, then moved back up to her, kissing her cheek, then jawline, then moving lower to her neck. She shivered under this, knowing this was it... he was going to really have sex with her... she whimpered, feeling his hands leave her body to unzip his own coat.
The coat parted down the middle revealing an equally bloodstained white and black shirt. She felt him sucking on her neck and tilted her head back, breathing softly in pleasure. She could hear the zipper to his pants coming down, and felt so nervous again... then she felt him slide his hands down under her thighs again. She shrieked slightly, as he suddenly grabbed her like she was a feather and pulled her up against the wall so their waists were at an equal level. His waist was between her legs now, and she looked down at him. He stared back with that same stoic expression, but his eyes were glazed over with need now...
He leaned in kissing her roughly. She held onto him the best she could with her good arm as he pressed his length into her wet sex. They both moaned sharply as he slid into her tight wetness, the heat and warmth engulfing his throbbing member. He kissed her harder, pulling out, then sliding back in with an effect similar to the first time. Soon he was moving in and out of her with a steady rhythm, slow at first, then picking up the pace.
His whole body felt like he was drowning in a sea of ecstacy, hearing her moaning and feeling her sex around his own as he pounded into her roughly. He could feel her arm tightening around his shoulder as she slipped ever more into the same sea of ecstacy and pleasure. Her lips parted from his own, and they could feel eachother's hot breaths and moans against eachother's lips. Each of them had gained a thin layer of cool moisture over their hot skin.
Walter could hear Eileen moaning over and over... sometimes whispering, "...oh god... oh god..."
He'd felt her tears against his face when they'd kissed... he wondered if they still fell?
With a deep groan he picked up the pace, pushing in and out of her harder now. Her legs tightened around his waist, as she began moaning faster with each time he slammed his member up into her. Soon he was moaning and grunting as well with each thrust, feeling his climax nearing. He wanted it so badly, to climax within her, but at the same time he didn't want this to end...
His head tilted forward, leaning against her shoulder. His hair fell forward, covering his face as he leaned against her, moaning now with each thrust, "Eileen... Eileen... Eileen..."
He felt her body shudder beneath him. He looked up slowly and dazedly, seeing her body tensed and feeling her arms and legs tighten around him as he pounded, coming so close to orgasm... He watched in a kind of amazement as she moaned his name, and he felt her muscles tightening around him, and could hear the slick sounds of her sex grow wetter with her own orgasm, "Unnh... unnhh, Waaalteeer..." She gasped.
Walter pounded into her roughly, groaning loudly now. His breaths grew louder and he felt the pleasure, need, and lust building as he hissed her name again, "...Ei... lee... unnnhh..." His eyes slid shut, and his head tilted back as he let orgasm take over his body. He slammed into her a few more times, feeling the sea of pleasure take him completely. His hot seed shot deep inside of her, as he came. His chest heaved with sharp breaths.
Then he slowly came to a stop. He breathed heavily, as did she, leaning her head against his shoulder. He sighed, still inside of her. For a second, he never wanted that moment to end... but there were important things at hand...
He kissed her neck and slid out of her. She whimpered tiredly as he did this, and leaned back against the wall, her eyes shut slightly. He lowered her body back to the ground, and she slid back against the wall to the floor. He pulled his pants back up, zipping them shut, and stepped back, zipping his coat back up.
He looked down at her slender form, still breathing and in a state of bliss. He sighed, straightening his hair slightly. He watched her slowly come to reality again, and pull her panties back up her legs and straighten out her dress. Her head tilted forward and she began to cry, her legs tightly sliding up to her chest.
He could still smell her sweet scent on the air... she was so beautiful... he hated this feeling he felt. But loved it at the same time. This sick attachment to her... this feeling of safety and love with her... it made him sick, yet made him feel so happy at the same time.
He quickly pushed it aside.
Walter picked up the steel bar from the ground beside her as she sobbed.
"...when this is over... I'll bring you back to this world." He hesitantly said, before leaving as silently and quickly as he came.
Eileen sobbed, so many things running through her mind. She looked up at him just in time to see him glance back at her before walking through the door.
What had he meant by that, she thought. Her green eyes just watched the door for a long time as she sat there in the darkness. Cornered and violated... yet at the same time... longing for that feeling again.

[Mystic]

мДа... Уолли ты наш....
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[Angel Thanatos]

Mystic, сами напрсились!

[Mystic]

Наш секси-Уолли жжот

[Алиса]

Модер - ДуГЛАС, придёт когда сочтёт необходимым и вряд ли в эту тему заглянет - вы ему в личку пишите.

И всё же, я не верю, что мертвым интересен ........

[Angel Thanatos]

Алиса, я ему в личку уже написала... пока нет ответа...