Fahrenheit 451 (Weird Fanfiction)

Author's Note:

Fehrenheit 451 was one of the best books I've ever read. I couldn't get the idea of Montag and Clarisse out of my head. I wrote this to get he idea out of my system.

Clarisse smelled the kerosene on Montag. She wanted to lick it off of him, just the scent though. It didn't matter how young she was. A wrist touched his throat and it was hers, a palm touched her waist, and it was his. They were both whispering to each other and neither one of them heard each others words, worthwhile or not. They danced, but did not, and she slicked his hair back as she open mouthed kissed him. He received from her comfort not in the kiss, but in her presence, and from the kiss he received a physical reunion with himself.

There was a spark between them.

His eyes never meet hers and it didn't seem to matter. They knew what they were doing. After Clarisse's waist, he touched her thigh, propping his thoughts against her. She bit her lower lip, and held him closer than she thought was possible, though not close enough. Montag was supposed to be out of her grasp, he had said so himself. This was wrong.

This was right.

Contradiction made them just then, as he reached up her dress more. He toiled at her panty line, reminiscing while fondling her. Holding herself against him, holding back her whispers and breaths, she held her hand against his hipbone until she felt the courage to intrude and reciprocated his touches. She felt him through his boxers, and held him as best she could while he felt the soft skin of her fleshflower. He stopped for a moment and unbuttoned his underclothes so that she could fully let him understand how much this meant to her.

The strength of his erection wasn't hollow as she pumped him in her hand. She wanted him inside of her just as she wanted air, not just the way his fingers were inside of her. She wanted full confirmation that this was happening. On that thought, she began rubbing the precum on his cock. Clarisse was getting into it the way he was getting into her. Just as she was building rhythm, he took a moment to release her hand from it's obligations and pressed more indiscriminately into her to make her try and forget.

She shook surely as he held onto her hand to keep it under control from touching him. Even as he pushed and pushed his fingers inside of her, playing with her, she didn't let go of the thought that she wanted his dick inside of her throat. How badly she wanted to make that thought come through. Clarisse's hand pushed against his grip and began touching him again. He denied her again.

He continued touching her.

They both smelled like kerosene now.

“What? Are you going to go home and touch yourself now?” She breathed against the hollow of his neck.

He said nothing in return.

Another open mouth kiss, and this time their tongues swallowed each other.

He was playing along the hem of her panties again as she pulled away.

“That's not how you play the game.” She spoke softly. “I'm not gonna leave 'til I make a groove in your bones.”

Clarisse felt it on the edge of her cuticles, and she went down on him, undoing him with the motion. Wrapping her mouth around him and pulling him into her throat entirely, she felt him give. His fist toil in her fistful's of hair and he was in and out of her mouth. Her lips touched a nerve as she continued and ran her tongue along the underside of his head. Stray thoughts of her hands tied above her and Montag pounding into her throttled her along until he was cumming in her mouth and allowed her to swallow him.

She held onto him a little after that, but only until he forced her down, back against the mattress. Montag touched her under the fabric of her dress, found her breast and gripped it.

Still no eye contact, he took his hand away and came to lay on top of her, facing her while he pushed her panties aside and slid into her head first and then shaft. Erect, he penetrated her and stroked the inside of her like silk. Each thrust was unyielding and warm until they became tangled with each other and limbs were lost as her nails ran down his back with an explicit raking motion. Feeling kisses on her collarbones like candle wax, her back arched and moved with him. They began to shake and to thirst. The stiff sheets they were on began to give, and the frame of their skin moved with their motions. His force was aching, and he thrust with frantic want until they were both panting.

The lust had left a breach now, and with their bodies hot, they came against each other.

The smell of kerosene never did go away. 

Experimentation Revisited

At first, they took us to the camps. I remembered holing my sister Marie's hand and watching the flags as we entered. Swastika's roar above the building. The blood red seemed to follow us. I wasn't sure what was happening at first, all I knew was the fear that kept me quiet as my mother was taken away from us, ushered into the crowds. I asked her not to leave, and she replied that she'd be back soon.

I never saw her again.

The Nazi's had our father answer questions about us in the lobby They found twins fascinating. Our father is haggard, dirty from other's sweat and the beatings. My sister and I remain untouched. When he was done with the questions, he left as well. He was not permitted to speak as he left us. A very tall man in doctor's garments told us to follow him. We had no choice. I keep crying, wanting to see mother. Marie holds my hand tightly.

They take our clothes and shoes, even my mother's necklace which is real gold. They shower us with other children, most of them twins as well. The hoses sting my skin but I say nothing. Surprisingly, we are allowed to keep our clothes. The doctor comes back later, and gives me my necklace. He traces the hollow of my throat and clasps the necklace with a menacing smile. His teeth look sharp in the florescent lights. He says something in German, and it doesn't sound quite right. He tells me to call him Uncle.

When the night came, we both shared a cold bunk with one sheet. It was the longest night I ever knew. The hunger in my stomach kept me awake. Marie talks to me without opening her lips. She assures me that everything will be okay. I wish I could have believed her, but I hear screams from the furnace room. I feel the heat of the souls leaving this place. I sleep only for minutes at a time, waking to stone walls like sarcophagi around us. The posters on the wall staring back at me in German, and I watch them move during the wee hours of the morning.

In the morning we are given stale bread and old milk, only to be taken out of the camp, to a truck covered in camouflage. They will not say where they're taking us, a solider stares at us across the seats and watches us intensely. The truck rumbles through the country side of Germany, I hear the stones beneath us cascade. An hour later silence penetrates me as the engine falls silent. When we stop they let us out. It's still early in the morning, and the sun rises still. We smell the grass and the trees. They have taken us farther away from home, the nature around us seems ominous. The tree's stare down ominously like the soldiers do. They know what will come of us before it happens. They've seen others like us.

The soldier's take us inside a building that is under the ground. The air here is cold and bites my face. For the first time, they separate Marie and I. When I try to run after her, one of the soldier's pulls me back by my arm. I see her disappear into a room down the darkness of the hall. The solider takes me into a room, and I see the Uncle Doctor waiting for me. I feel uneasy as the solider leaves me alone with him. He asks me to take my dress off, and to call him uncle.

I don't see Marie for another three days.

Marie stares at me with her melted eyes. I stare back, unblinking, determined to will away this terrible thing that has happened to us. I try to hold her hand. They tear us apart. The mean doctor removes the rough fabric of my cotton dress until I am naked. I shake from the cold, sure that I will die tonight. I shake until they pump a warm liquid through the IV into my arm. The metal numbs my back, licking me with it's icy tongue.

I sit in stillness for a long time.

The lights are bright, but I still have to fight the weakness of my body. Through closed lids the red aura dances in front of me, I feel Marie next to me, breathing slowly. Too slowly.

She hasn't said much since the chemical drops burned away her vision. I saw it as it was happening to her. Marie only watches with her mind now. She sees through my eyes like we used to in school.

Marie sees the mean doctor, the one who smiled when he burned Marie's eyes trying to make them blue. She sees the second doctor too, the one who told me to call him uncle. He isn't as nice as he sounds, he came into our cell the other day and did things to me. The more he does, the more chocolates I get. I still have a handful underneath my mattress. They're Marie's favorite.

She swats the red away, and opens my eyes. Marie looks at herself, the milky color of her eyes startles her, so she finds the mean doctor. She watches him as he plays with the metal instruments. As he readies himself, she thinks how nice it would be for him to suffer as she has; how appropriate it would be. He approaches, and the red comes over my vision again.

They give me nothing for the pain. I scream as they pull apart my stomach, and louder still as they prod me. The doctor shushes me, and tells me if I am good he has more candy for me. I start to shake. I scream louder. A rushing sound fills my ears and all I can feel is my heart beat uncontrollably.

Everything is very dark for a long time.

When I wake up I cannot move, and my stomach feels like its expanding. I lift up my dress and see stitches up and down my side. There are dark bruises where they played with my insides, and I just know that something that was inside of me is missing now. What did they take from me?

I barely notice Marie take my hand until she turns to me to whisper.

“They will pay.” She is adamant about this, she nods to herself and turns away. I can't ask her what she means to do, I'm in shock. I hold my mother's necklace until I drift off to sleep.

I wake to flames around us. Outside our cell, a fire rises and falls. I hear voices screaming far away in a locked room. Marie has not left my side during the night, but I am sure it was her who started it. I know this more strongly than I know that I will never see my parents again.

We sit in silence as the fire eats through the laboratory. Once it is morning again, Marie kisses my check. Though I am still weak from the surgery, my stomach no longer aches. She holds my hand and leads me through the door of the now unlocked cell. Despite the obvious, we seem unscathed from their evil deeds. We are free enough from the swastika's.

I tell her there is no place for us to go. They will find us.

“Let them try.” She smiles.

After several days I notice the color coming back to her eyes.

She is invincible.