Welcome to My Own Private Dreamland! This is where Mai Lynn shall type up what she likes to day dream about, whether it's something short and sweet or it's something kind of violent but still sweet...

Usually what you'll find here goes into the latter of those two. Because I'm violent like that! To simplify, this is a collection of short stories that have no correlation unless otherwise noted. BEGIN.

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Title: That Grin

Author: Mai Lynn

Started/Finished: October 7, 2006

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Melbourne gasped as the fingers pressed against his hips. He found himself unwillingly arching his back to the pleasure that ravaged his body. He didn't want this. He didn't deserve it at all. And yet...

"Do you want me to stop?" the voice murmured near his ear, forcing the teen to shiver evern more. He found himself whimpering. If the person stopped, he'd feel vulnerable.

'As if I don't right now...' Melbourne winced as the hands tightened their grip on his hips and the question was repeated, only this time with more force. He shook his head, giving a gasp as a mischevious kiss touched the sensitive area on his neck. Swallowing heavily, he was startled when his legs were pulled apart. He bit his lip. No, no. Not ready for this at all...

But it was too late. He already gave his consent. There was a masculine grunt as Melbourne felt hands at the button of his jeans. With a few jerky motions, he felt even more vulnerable as his jeans were ripped from his body. Sitting up slightly, he whimpered and went to retrieve them; it was a silent plea for this to stop.

A growl came from the other body as lips and teeth nipped at his earlobe. Hands massaged his hips again before trailing to his wrists. Melbourne tensed as his eyes widened.

He started to shake as he whispered, "pl-please don-aaaahn!" His body tensed as rough hands squeezed his wrists. Sharp pain wrapped around his skin and flowed into his veins. Arching his back once more, the teenager's breathing quickened. He loathed his disgusting body. His body that enjoyed pain. There was another squeeze; another gasp heaved out of his mouth and into the mouth of the one in front of him.

The kissing was repulsive, intruding... He tried to pull his mouth away, but was unable to once he was shoved into the sheets. With his head pressed against the soft pillow, he had no escape. His left wrist was finally free as he cluched the bed spread underneath him. He could feel a hand penetrating him, giving him pain that he found he enjoyed as much as the pain from the cuts.

The mouth finally left his as he licked his lips. He hated that taste and how the saliva felt on him. Melbourne shivered as he looked at the shadow of the person above him. The grin was unsettling.

"Do you love me?"

Melbourne flinched as he opened his mouth, his breaths in short gasps. How did one respond to that? Especially considering the circumstances. Unable to form an answer quickly, his arm tightened as a particuarily violent grip forced him to cry out in pain.

"Do you love me?"

The question was so intimidating and Melbourne didn't know what to do. Tears stung at his eyes as his other wrist was finally freed; unfortunately, it wasn't a pleasent event. Soon, hands gripped at his thighs and lifted them. The teenager gasped as he gripped at the sheets harder, rising his head a bit.

"Do you love me?"

Melbourne immediately threw his head back into the pillow as his shoulders tightened and his mouth opened to cry out painfully. It sounded so meek in his own ears; a cracked cry, hindered by his heavy, gasping breathing. The hands dug into the pale skin of his waist and Melbourne couldn't stare at that grin anymore. He closed his eyes tightly, mouth still open and desperately wanting this to stop. He wasn't ready at all...

"If you love me, I'll stop." the low voice sounded so calm that it made the tears Melbourne was holding back steal free from his lashes and fall down his bruised face. He clenched the sheets as a renewed pain gripped his body. Taking in a shuddering gasp, he could feel another, sharper pain pierce into his chest.

Trust was dead. His gaping mouth formed words, small words that were choked by sobs and gasps. But they were there. And they were heard. A snicker was heard above him as the pain receeded... Somewhat. Fingers brushed against his face, wiping away the tears. A request asked him to say them louder. So he did.

"Once more."

Melbourne limply rose a hand to his face, covering it as he shakily replied, "I-I love you..." He certainly didn't expect to hear the next words.

"Hear that, boys?" The teenager tensed as he opened his eyes with trepitation, moving his hand to see better. At first, all he saw was the sick grin. But the sick grin was looking at the doorway to his bedroom. He didn't want to turn his head. He feared what was there. But the pain in his chest was unbearable and the masochist within him ordered his head to turn.

So it did.

And Melbourne direly wished he could die. Three men stood in his doorway. What they wore unnerved him. The shirts with a vicious snake biting into a cross was the marking of the town's teenage lynchers. His breathing was uncontrollable now as he stared at them with wide eyes as their forms came closer to him. He could see the horrible noose in one of their hands.

The teenager didn't know what to do at that point. He was about to die. About to be beaten until he could barely move. Hot, sticky tar digging into the fresh cuts on his body. Feathers plastered onto him for humiliation. Then finally... He cried out as a fist into his face interrupted the barrages of horrible images of what would happen to him. He heard a sickening crack as a horrible scream filled the air. He knew it was his because everyone else was laughing.

What hurt the most, however, wasn't the punches, kicks, or even the broken bones. Although the broken bones was very close to the pain he felt in his chest. He could see that certain grin out of all the rest through his blurred, agonized vision. That grin that had smiled to him so nicely in the past weeks. That had coaxed him to finally accept himself and how he liked to look at the boys instead of the girls.

Their first kiss was so nerve-wracking to him. He could remember how his stomach had twisted, how he worried about failing at it. That grin had smiled to him and reassured him that it was the best kiss ever.

Only two days previous, the two of them were on the couch. That grin was leering to him in a playful but perverse manner, the rough hands showing him how to elict moans and shivers from the other and even from himself.

Now that grin was beating him senseless, laughing and jeering with the others as they broke his bones and his skin. Eventually, Melbourne couldn't stand to look anymore as he closed his eyes and accepted his apparently sealed fate. He was used to the pain; a vague plus from growing up with an abusive father who loved you. It was the sting in his chest he couldn't stand, or the shame he felt knowing that only hours before he had honestly thought of loving that grinning person.

When he felt something wrap around his neck and tighten to the point where he couldn't breathe, the teenager vaguely thought that it was nice that he wouldn't have to feel the tar on his body. That, surely, would be a pain too much for his skin to withstand. Not even bothering to gasp for air, he simply allowed darkness to take him into her comforting embrace and help erase his pain.

When light penetrated his eyes, Melbourne couldn't help but think, 'don't look at me...' He heard calm voices around him. Caring voices. Confused, he slowly opened his eyes. Instead of his dark, scary room he was looking at a white ceiling and a white curtain around him. The smell of medicine was all around and he could feel warmth on his body.

Gazing around the room slowly, Melbourne realized that he was in the hospital. Wondering when this had happened, he slowly sat up and winced in pain. His back was screaming in agony. Ignoring it, he noticed a nurse walk in. She gave him a smile.

"Glad to see you finally awake," she said sincerely, putting a hand to his forehead. He was honestly too surprised to pull back as he looked down at his wrists- they were bandaged up. But his left arm was in a cast. He moved it a bit before looking to her to say something.

It was a mistake. Fire ripped through his throat as he quickly shut his mouth, hands going to his neck. Swallowing heavily, he noticed the nurse giving him a glass of something fizzing. She gave him a trusting smile. Melbourne wasn't surprised when he felt that he didn't trust it.

"Drink it; it has medicine that will help." He took it gingerly in one hand and placed it to his lips. He pulled it back though as he stared at the sheets. That night... He felt tears collect in his eyes again as he closed them and drank the drink slowly. He handed the empty glass back to the lady silently.

She gave him another smile, "I've had about five people come up here and see if you're okay. All of them were so frantic about it..." Melbourne looked at her with a quizzical expression. He knew that his best friends, Atticus and Sadie would have defintely come to the hospital the second they had found out... He could help but smile. Atticus would have come running even if it was from school.

'Sadie would bash him in the face before running along beside him,' he mused. Their new friend, Corrs, would have come too. Even though he kept feeling as if Corrs didn't like him too much, he knew that his friend at least cared. His smile sobered slightly as he thought of his father. Yes, his father would have come to the hospital. As a matter of fact... Melbourne tried to recollect the more vague parts of that night. Was his father even home? Or maybe he had come home late, drunk again. Whatever the case was, he was certain that it was his father who had brought him to the hospital.

But then who was the fifth? His face paled slightly as he felt that strong pain in his chest. It wouldn't have been that grinning person. He abandoned Melbourne, raped Melbourne, and had tried to kill Melbourne.

"Oh, hello there sir! It looks as though your friend has finally woken up," the nurse's voice sang from beside Melbourne's bed. The teenager turned to the door with a smile. Since she had said "sir", it was most certainly his dad.

The smile died almost instantly as he gripped his chest. The pain shot through him as nothing else ever had before, even affecting him so much that it had blurred his vision. The nurse began to leave the room as she smiled to the young man standing in the doorway, "I'll just leave you two alone now." And with that, she was gone. Melbourne could only stare at the face that he once kissed lovingly.

He didn't see a grin on the face as that person's eyes gazed at him. The teenager shivered as he looked away, teeth clenching as he shook without control. Bringing up a fist to his eye, he tried not to cry in front of that person. It hurt too much to even be near him. And why was he here?! Why did this person feel as though he had the right to be here! To be the first to see him after that horrible, horrible night. That awkward night that Melbourne wasn't ready for.

"Please don't cry." He jerked as he heard the voice so close. His hand fell away from his face as he looked over to that person. He was standing next to Melbourne's bed, a solemn look on his face. With shaking shoulders, Melbourne looked away as he gripped his chest harder. How dare he look apologetic! Feeling angry at that person and at himself, Melbourne direly wished he could speak.

A rough hand gently began to pet his wet cheek. The teenager tensed as he pulled away slightly. The hand persisted, wiping away the hot tears that were starting to make his skin feel numb. Melbourne gave a sob as his other hand grabbed at the sheets near him. He didn't want this person touching him. He didn't want to even be in the same room as this person.

"Do you want me to stop?" the voice was a low whisper. Melbourne nodded and was thankful when the hand pulled away. The person stayed near him a bit before, finally, Melbourne was alone once more. He pressed his fist to his chest, trying to will the pain away.

He knew now that he would be safe. The teenagers wouldn't be back for him. Unsure as to where the sudden safety came from, Melboune was thankful for it all the same. Regrettably, he knew that while he felt safe, he knew he could never really trust people as he had openly trusted before. Relationships would now come with a thick blanket of mistrust and ugly connotations. Hanging his head, he allowed the tears to flow freely now.

He despised that grin.

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If you see any mistakes, that's 'cause I wanted to type it up on wordpad without having those interferring red and green lines. And then because I'm lazy/a great speller, I didn't bother to put it through. But it's a PWP, right? XD Good times should be had!