Title: Holy Grail
Characters: Mason Hall and Bella Bennett
Setting: Mason Hall's penthouse in Miami, Florida
General Notes: Tired of trying, Tired of fighting. It's the final battle.
[Trigger Warnings: Rough conduct and mild domestic abuse]
The whole house was silent…
The eeriness sending a chill down the witch's spine but was distracting by her running tears. The slow trail down to the end of the hall, one glass trembling in her right hand. She didn't even blink, she couldn't. Her honey hues were fixed on her long path down the cave of their house...
You take the clothes off my back
And I let you
Bella giggles as she flips through the hoodies in Mason's wardrobe, finding something to cuddle in. On cue, the lengthy pop star trails into the large closet, his arms slipping around her torso, halting her actions.
"And what are you doing, woman?" his low southern drawl chides as he buries his face into the crook of her long neck.
She giggles again, looking up at him. "I'm looking for something to cuddle in, it's cold in here." Grabs one large fleece, "Aren't you suppose to be in the studio? I thought you were going to be late."
"We decided to wrap it up, a bit early." He shrugs before turning her around to face her. "That means I can be your warmth so you don't steal another one of my jackets." Mason grabs the fleece, throwing it to the side before tightening his grip on her. "I swear, every time I come home I'm missing somethin' from this damn thing."
Bella grins, "Well sorry I miss you a lot,"
"Well then you can have me." a smug crooked smile creeps across his fair face before lifting the petite singer over his shoulder and leading her into the main bedroom, her loud cackles of joy following past as they exit.
You'd steal the food right out my mouth
And I watch you eat it
Pancakes!
It was a Sunday morning in Mason's home; Bella had finished making pancakes and bacon for the boys whom stayed over that night and Mase. Calling them all to hurry before she dumps it on their face. Luckily they listened to her order. Fixing the plates, Bella sets the breakfast ensemble on the table. Various good mornings and thank yous bounce off the walls of the kitchen before the guys sit down. Bella didn't really pay attention to any of their conversations as she cleans the kitchen.
Finished with her works, Bella turns to the counter to find her reserved plate gone. Her hazelnut orbs hardened, she wasn't stupid. She knew one of those bastards had taken in, trying to be funny. Bella walks into the dining room to find the guys laughing and talking. Going around the table, she slaps every single one of them in the back of the head, looking down at the table to see the empty extra plate in front of the star. Their groans and curses of disapproval never fazed her. Finding her way behind Mason, Bella snatches up a fork and holds it to his neck. "You eat my food again, I shank you eye. Hear me, asshole?"
I still don't know why
Why I love you so much
Dark hair tucked under his hood, his sharp irises staring at the wall in front of him. The house was full of tension and pain; you could cut it with a knife. The night was dark and gloomy, rain pouring through outside. Mason trembled in anger and spite at the situation. No doubt something was about to go down in that house. All of the build up to where they were now, it was painful. But then again, he didn't care. His plump lips scrunch up in a snarl he was ready to fight.
You curse my name
In spite to put me to shame
Have my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
"Where the fuck are you going!?" Mason yells through the halls, trying to catch up with Bella whose face was beet red in anger with a huge box of material in it. Her nasty demeanor decided not to answer him. She only pushed past his balcony doors, looking down to see a few of Mason's stalker fans circling the premises.
A wide malicious smirk on her face, "Hey girls! Want a present?!" She calls out, dumping the box, piles of Mason's clothes raining out. The screams and squeals of the girls as they fought for the various articles of the Mason's designer ensembles. Dropping the box down, Bella turns around to find Mason roughly dragging her back into the house, his face just as red as her own. The nigga was fuming, "YOU THINK THIS IS FUCKING FUNNY!?"
"You say I'm a fucking cunt, I'm going to act like one until you can get your sorry ass skull out of your anus and get over your damn self!" She screams, using her magic {something she doesn't usually do anymore] to throw Mason onto the bed and away from her before storming out and slamming the door behind her.
But I still don't know why
Why I love it so much
Yeah
The anticipation. They both knew that Bella was on her way and that Mason was they’re waiting for her. Shit was about go down and nobody else knew behind the closed door. Tears both falling to the floor beneath them as anxiety overwhelms the house. It was coming.
And baby
It's amazing I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack your code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
The kisses, the laughs, and the good times could happen at the snap of a finger. The way they always hung together, the cuddles, the way they harmonized together when nobody was watching. Something that only she and Mason could understand. But at another flip of a switch, they could go to loathing each other.
They knew Za and Twist were in the middle of it. Especially when it was just them. The shouting and the throwing of them leading to Mason shouting and storming out or Bella screaming and crying before locking herself in her room. But at the end of the day, they were both cuddled up in a room with each other. Bella's head tucked into his chest with Mason stroking her hair, placing kisses and murmuring sweet nothing until she fell asleep. The uncomfortable feel but at the end of the day, the two knew it was because the inseparable spawns could never live without the other. But it didn't make it okay for them to act as such.
One day you're here, one day you're there, one day you care
You're so unfair sipping from your cup till it runneth over,
The door was opened.
Bella slithers into the dark ominous room, her body trembling in emotion. Mason takes a deep breathe, his long legs lifting him up to meet the girl. The glass in her hand nearly falls with her shakiness. No one moved for a short moment, testing who would make the first move in their altercation. A snarl falling from the witch's lips as she lifts her glass. The silence was suffocating but she gained strength from it.
Holy Grail!
Throwing the glass, it shatters against the wall next to him. Mason sharply snaps his fuming form towards her as Bella leaps at him. All the fight and emotion ripping through her as screams at him. Mason containing her, his large hands gripping her wrists as he shoves her against the wall. Her tousled locks falling in front of her face, hiding her tears but not much to the calls of her sobs falling through her plump lips. Bella kicks him in his chest in order to push him away from her but he only rips at her chest, tearing the sheet of material of her dress from her, leaving her in her intimates. His own face flushed in pain allowing her to throw his own top off, leaving him shirtless before she releases herself from his grasp, shoving him across the room, he falling against the dresser. Ramming him against the wooden structure, her legs curls up, straddling him as one of her sleek hands grips the round of his neck but he pushes her to the floor, rolling down to straddle her. His hands grip around her wrist, pinning her to the ground. “STOP!!!” He screams, his voice cracking but Bella slithers her way from under him.
Trying to run, Mason gathers her by her hair, swiftly bringing her back into his arms. Kicking away, knocking down and shattering various pieces of furniture and décor on the way, Mason tosses Bella onto the bed, the thunder and lightning muffling the sounds of her sobs. The sweat glistening from the both of them, his own dripping down to her forehead. Tears trailing down both of their faces as they lose each other in their eyes. The piercing pain and destruction between them. Bella shoved them to roll over, her on top before rolling back but Mason catches her once again. His firm hands gripping her in place from her upper arms and shoulder. With one swift motion, he crashes his lips onto hers. The feeling of intimacy making Bella fall in submission. Forcing back onto the mattress, Mason rubs against her, their lips sucking and meshing together with all kinds of emotions slipping through the cracks. Their bodies radiating I hate you, but their hearts fluttering in sync saying I love you, asshole. Attack kisses to her neck, Bella is a whimpering mess as her nails dig into his arms, the pain urging him on. Her teeth grinding roughly as nibbles turn to full on bites, marking the girl beneath him. Mason’s palms roam to Bella’s grown perky breasts, kneading them roughly earning a hiss from the witch, her nails digging deeper.
“Fuck.” He groans in pain before trailing his lips down to the crease of her chest, licking along the roundness before slipping his hands down to the thong covering her wet coat. Bella whimpers, throwing her arms to the side as his fingers poke and probe with her heat. With all her might, Bella pushes him back, quickly going to work to remove his sweats, throwing them away with his briefs. She straddles him, wrapping her hand around his neck again as she slips him into her with a loud yelp. Before she could start rocking, Mason lifts his body up, grabbing her torso for support as he roughly thrusts into her. Growls, grunts, and groans loudly roaring from the both of them as Bella bounces down to meet his thrusts. Her bra covered chest molding with his own, one hand gripping his locks of hair. The pure illusion of hate sprawling from their faces as they stare down with each other. Their moans of pleasure barely murmuring out as they keep their sight on each other, looking to see who breaks first. The grip on his hair tightens as his ramming thrusts hardens, Bella feeling him all the way in her throat. Pushing her down to her back, Mason keeps grinding at his brutal pace, the mattress creaking and the headboard banging roughly against the wall trying to break her in half. Bella’s face crimson as her head falls back against the pillow as tears spill back out, her nails clawing down his back. Legs trembling, dick twitching, the two of them both cry out in ecstasy as their climaxes hit its same peak, loud screams bouncing off the walls and blended with the loud roar of thunder from the storm outside.
{Bella and Mason, Mason and Bella. Masella.}
Tears falling, his dropping to her chest and hers down her cheeks. Their eyes meet once more before Mason leans down, hugging her close. Bella wraps her arms around his back, sobbing into the crook of his neck, he doing the same in hers.
It's amazing I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack your code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
One day you're here, one day you're there, one day you care
