anything for you

Its morning. I could not sleep the previous night. I tried to put my mind in order but couldn't. seeing the men that attacked me and Mal killing for me has broken my mind. I turn to Mal sleeping beside me, his features devastating in sleep. His long thick lashes fans his cheeks, hiding those beautiful eyes. Hi nose pointed straight, his lips full and perfect, oh God, they really did say it's the most beautiful ones that are the most twisted. I don't know what to think of what he did or is doing. I'm shockingly both elated and afraid.

Happy that he wanted to seek revenge for me, for what was done to me. And scared of the heartlessness and brutality I saw coming off him in waves the previous day.

I don't want him to be a murderer for me. I don't want him to kill anyone for me, as much as I'm happy he cares about me to that extent, I don't want him to soil his hands even though he already did.

And yes, I know I should be running in the other direction, but I just can't. I can't.

"Tobs, can you quit watching me and sleep."

His voice startles me, I didn't know he was already awake. "not feeling sleepy and its morning sleepy head." I mutter.

He rolls from his back to his side. Opening his beautiful mismatched eyes and rubbing at them with his fingers. "what are you not telling me?"

"huh?" I mumble, mesmerized by his morning handsomeness.

He sits up. "something has being bothering you since last night, spill it."

I roll my eyes. "there's nothing bothering me."

"but you are restless. You couldn't sleep all through the night." He moves closer to me, pulls me up and on his laps, making me straddle him. He places a light kiss on my collarbone. "please tell me what's wrong." He begs. See, how can I run from him? No matter how crazy he is, he's literally my crazy sweetheart.

As much as I'm itching to confront him, I still don't want to talk about it. I'm still too raw and nervous, so I look for a way to distract him.

"please Tobs, tell me what's wrong." He begs again with another kiss on my shoulder. Feeling his morning hardon beneath me, just like mine, I grind down on it, rolling my hips.

He chokes on a breath. "what are you doing?" he moves to push me off of him but I'm faster. I push him flat on the bed, adjust my ass to sit right on his dick and grind down on him again, harder.

"fuuuccck" Mal groans. "stop that, we need to talk" he raises his arms I assume to get me off him but I hold both of his hands down with my own.

"no need to talk, just feel." I say as I continue my ministration. Each roll of my hips gets him harder till his dick feels like an iron steel beneath me.

His breath is coming out in short pants now. He manages to get his hands free, directing them to my hips which he grips tightly. I try to move my hips again but couldn't, his grip very strong. "come on" I moan. Pulling my boxers down to free my dick and it slaps his stomach, weeping profusely. At this point, this had become less of a distraction and more of getting off or getting fucked and getting off. My thoughts are hardly in order.

I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke up down, the feeling of his pulsing dick beneath me acts like an aphrodisiac. My blood rush to my dick as I feel my body tingle. My hand jerk my dick hard and fast, chasing climax but abruptly, I feel Mal's hand holding mine in place. "fuck baby, please touch me, let me come please."

His eyes were droopy from arousal but he still manages a small smile. "of course I will, you just need to be patient." He says and I nod happily, head empty. He pulls my hand away and teases the head if my dick with his thumb. "but first," he whispers, "you need to tell me what's wrong." He says lowly.

He teases the underside of my head with his thumb. "shh-fuccck!" I jerk. Moving my hips in short quick movement, the kind hat he allows.

"come on tell me, hmm, tell your baby."

I groan, my head cloudy and my mouth starts moving without control, without my fucking permission. "fff- I hate that you're torturing and killing people for my sake." I gasp out. His hand stutters but he quickly regains himself, continuing his wicking ministration on my dick.

"hmm…. And how would you know that." He bends his head down, latching unto one my sensitive nipples with his mouth and I moan as the warmth of his mouth gathers heat in my lower abdomen.

I squirm in his grip, feeling my climax near. "umm… shit, I followed you yesterday." He pulls back and his mouth pops off my nipple, that feeling combined with him pulling on my balls, I erupt. My release pumps out my dick, wetting his hand and I quiver, unable to hold myself up anymore, I rest my head on his shoulder as sleep finally welcomes me into its arms.

When I wake, I feel incredibly ashamed at how easy it was for Mal to get me to spill my secrets. I mean, I could have held off for a bit, but my stupid horny dick took the reigns of my brains and had me spilling in mere seconds. That cunning bastard. Huffing, I open my eyes to glare at him, he's not on the bed. I turn and find him standing at the closet mirror getting dressed.

"you're awake." He says while knotting his tie.

"yeah I am." I sit up. "we need to talk Malachi."

He throws a glance my way before focusing on what he was doing. "there's no time for that. I'm late for work." He says curtly. I frown and quickly search for my phone. Few minutes past ten. He usually leaves before seven.

"its really important, surely you can wait a few minutes. You're already late." I say, trying to convince him.

He lets out a deep breath. "if its about what I got out of you earlier, forget about it. There's nothing to talk about there."

I gape at him. "what do you mean there's nothing to talk about?" I rip the blanket from my body and got off the bed. "there's absolutely everything to talk about. There is a whole lot to unpack there."

"like how much you stalk me?" he snaps and I balked. Shit.

"hey, that's not the point of this conversation."

"no?" he mocks. "so we can talk about my problem and we can't talk about yours?" he asks as he moves closer to me.

"n- no that's not what I mean." I argue.

He corks a brow. "so what do you mean then?" he wonders out loud.

I sigh. "yeah I admit I have a problem, but yours is way more complex than mine." I look at him straight in the eye. "you can't go around killing people Mal." I say slowly. "least of all, for me."

He rolls his eyes and he moves back to the closet to get his jacket. "like I said, there's nothing to talk about there, because the moment those guys laid a finger on you, they inadvertently signed their death warrants." He says simply.

My mouth fell open. "you can't mean that." I whispered.

He shrugs. "you know I do." He shrugs his jacket on looking set to go.

"no you can't." I insist because its sound crazy. "you can't go around killing people just because they hurt me. That sounds crazy. You-" I pull at my hair. "you're not crazy. I'm the crazy one, not you Mal. You're a doctor for Christ sake."

He laughs and it sounds wicked and dangerous. "listen baby." He moves closer to me again. "yeah you're crazy, there's no disputing that." He places a chaste kiss on my forehead. "I on the other hand, I'm insane." He says coldly. "there is nothing, no one in this universe and the next that can go scot free after hurting someone I care about. If I have to fight dirty, I will. If I have to consult every barbaric oracles out there I will. Even if I have to sell my fucking soul to the devil or other evil entities out there to gain enough power to destroy anyone that hurts you, I. will." He moves back. "I've been captivated, trapped willingly since the first day I met you and nothing will be permitted to take that away from me."

He turns and walked out the door.

I stand there stunned, shocked beyond words. Mal is definitely insane. Do I mind? I don't think I do. But I do have to stop him from killing anyone though. No matter how sexy it sounds, I definitely don't want more blood on his hands.

I rush down the stairs, hoping he hasn't left. Thankfully, he's just about to grab his keys when I got downstairs.

"wait!" I call out. He turns, finding me walk to him, he groans loudly. "just wait please. You really do not have to do this for me. Yes, you're older and smarter and wiser, but even with all that, you don't have to protect or avenge me. I'm a grown man with muscles and pubic hair. You don't have to do all these."

"its not because I'm older. Even if I was younger than you, I'd still do the same, that's just the way I'm wired."

"well I don't want any more blood on you're hands."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm a surgeon." He deadpans.

"well, innocent ones."

"they were definitely not innocent."

I groan in frustration. "oh come on!" I yell.

He chuckles. "okay okay, what do you want then?"

I sigh in relief. "release the remaining three to the police." I say.

"two" he coughs out.

I stare in horror. "you killed one yesterday?"

A small nod.

"okay okay. The remaining two. Please, I'm begging you."

He shrugs. "okay, I'll think about it."

"thank you." I say as I go to place a quick kiss on his lips.

He nods and leaves for work and I sigh in relief. Fuck, I need to go to the gym to clear my head.