SB: FINALLY. What have I kept you waiting, like, a year or some shit? Sorry guys. But my Beyblade love was/is slowly fading.. Maybe it's due to the fact that everyone thinks all of them are gay for some reason. *sigh* But here it is! The grand ending to Cheater Cheater.

The drunken pair spent a few more minutes of raw fingering, and Johnny had Mariam on the burgeoning edge of orgasm.

Whether he was going to let her cross the threshold was another story.

The Scot smirked to himself and pulled his fingers out of her glistening pussy, his eyes as glossy as the beer bottles he drank from and as sin-filled as his mind. He sucked the three fingers into his mouth and all but devoured her taste, her essence.

Mariam gulped slightly, legs teetering back together after Johnny's assault of their own accord.

What was he planning now?? What was he doing? Mariam still couldn't see because of Johnny's god forsaken fuckin' blindfold.

"Johnny.." She purred, shocked at just how horny her voice sounded.

"Yeahhh..?" Johnny muttered, sitting back on his ass and glancing downward at his straining cock. His lips curved into a smirk. Gripping himself, he looked back at the blinded girl before him, her throat flushed and cheeks pink, naked in all her glory.

He couldn't wait.

Curling his hand a few times to roll the chain of Mariam's collar, he slowly tugged the girl forward until Mariam was mere inches away from him.

"Gimme your hand..." he said, breath sated with lust. Mariam drew her bottom lip between her white teeth and held out one hand slowly. She felt Johnny clutch the flesh, and then drag her arm downward until she felt something undeniably hard caress her palm.

Mariam's breath caught, and on reflex she wrapped her arm around the length and jerked upward gently.

The vibrations of pleasure swept Johnny's drunk form, and he moaned loudly at even the slightest touch. Mariam swallowed.

'Your turn now Johnny..' She thought as moved her hand upward till only his cock head was in the lower part of her fist, and then leant downward until she felt her chin collide with her hand.

There she moved her fist back down and flicked her tongue out, the dash of pink searing across the head of Johnny's cock and making the Scottish blader scream. Mariam felt the urge to smirk.

Slowly she drew him between her lips, moving her head downward and loving the feel of him against the back of her throat. Gag reflex or not, she had the urge to really make this one good. Good for Johnny, for some weird reason.

Johnny opened his eyes to slits, groaning in lust and reaching out with the hand not holding the leash to tangle it in Mariam oceanic hair. He felt her moan softly against his dick, and the simple vibration made Johnny feel hard as a tire iron.

"Fuckk... Faster..." He heard himself grunt, and Mariam obliged, her head beginning to bob and lick with supreme skill.

She loved the noises she drew out of him, the primal, obsessive growls and moans that made her clit twitch.

'Not a bad night after all...' Mariam thought, imagining opening her eyes and looking up at Johnny. His head was back, his face was read and sweat beaded on his temples and he moaned once more. At least in her head. All she really saw was the inevitable blackness of the blindfold.

She was never going to get tired of hearing that moan.

Soon though, after running her tongue up the prominent vein on Johnny's shaft, she felt the warning stiffening, and then felt the warm salty fluid shoot into her mouth.

Moaning softly, Mariam closed her eyes once more and swallowed around the thickness of Johnny, making him jump as she continued to milk him for all the come his body could spare.

By the time Mariam finally pulled away from him and drew a hand carefully around her swollen lips, it was all Johnny could do to grab her cheeks and kiss her hard, neverminding the taste of himself in her wet mouth.

"Mariamm.." The man ground out against her lips, delving his tongue inside and exploring. She gasped softly against his lips, feeling the hands on her cheeks palm them almost lovingly.

When the kiss finally broke, Mariam was shocked to feel Johnny standing at attention all ready to go once more.

For some weird, retarded reason she recalled Johnny saying in an interview once 'I'm a Scot; and I'm a Majestic. We never give up.'

"..Get on your stom-" he hiccuped, "..Stomach.." Johnny murmured, placing a hand between Mariam's breasts and shoving backwards probably what he intended to be gently but actually hard enough to put her on her back on the bed.

Mariam gulped and turned quickly, doing what she assumed Johnny was gonna do next, and fumbling around for a pillow and then shoving it under her hips, raising them to Johnny's like.

But then she felt the fabric being pulled out from under her.

"Not'that pillow.. That's Mystel's..." Johnny said gently, putting the pillow back perfectly in place and even fluffing it.

He didn't want to feel bad about doing this.

Mariam smiled weakly despite her situation. He really loved Mystel. And she was sure the Egyptian returned his feelings.

Her thoughts were broken however when another pillow was shoved under her hips, most likely Johnny's, and then felt him tug her backward and up just a little more.

'This is really happening..' Her mind wondered briefly.

Johnny stared downward at her glistening slit and swallowed the lump in his throat. She was beautiful... Not beautiful like his Mystel would ever be, but beautiful enough for some damn good lovin'.

And he sure as fuck knew he was hot.

Johnny looked over at the stash of loot he'd placed beside the bed and grabbed a condom from the floor, rippin' it open and rolling it on.

Then he leant down and pressed a kiss quickly to the dip in her spine before lining up his stiff cock with her tiny pink entrance.

He heard her curse and felt himself shudder when he drove himself into her. She was tight.. Felt a lot tighter than she did around his fingers, and FUCK it felt good.. !

"Johnny... !" Mariam moaned, feeling him, hard as fuck slide to the hilt within her.

"Jesus.." Johnny breathed out, leaning over her white back and driving himself even deeper into her core. Mariam writhed beneath him, adjusting to his large size and then panted for more.

Goddamn it he agreed with her.

With a quick snap of his hips, Johnny pulled out and then slammed back inside, earning a high pitched moan.

"Fuckin' turns me on that you can't see shit.." He gasped at her, same hand winding back into her hair and pulling her head back gently. Mariam arched for him, feeling him inside as he moved and felt heaven.

"Fuck, Johnny.." She murmured, "Come on, fuck... Fuck me..."

She barely got the 'me' out of her lips before Johnny slammed back inside once more almost so roughly the bed shook and she was shoved forward, more pressure on her head as her hair was pulled.

But either way she moaned hot and loud, Johnny gritting his teeth.

He couldn't help but notice something, however.

With Mystel... There was connection. Not just this savage raw fuck for shits and giggles.

There was something special when he gave himself over to the blonde, something special when Mystel gave himself over to Johnny. Something undescribable, something perfect.. Something this night with Mariam couldn't give him.

Sadly, as he began to pump his hips faster and harder into her, he knew this night couldn't happen ever again.

Another of Mariam's cries of pleasure broke through his concentration and Johnny grunted with bliss.

Mariam squeezed her emerald eyes shut underneath the blindfold, and even she found her thoughts wandering toward the blonde member of the household that wasn't present. She wondered if Mystel would hate her, if he would find out about this night.

She wondered what her and Johnny's relationship would be like after this, whether it would happen again.

Sadly, she almost hoped it would.

Panting loudly, back arching and throat being brandished to the world, Mariam let out a cry as her orgasm rushed upon her and sent her spiraling into coma-like satiation as she lowered her torso to the bed once more, breathing heavily.

Johnny kept pumping away, and a moment later the familiar, relaxing shudder sent lightning up his spine as he came hot and wet, body quivering.

He moaned, shaking with the still-lingering spasms as he pulled himself out of her, and then laid down beside her.

His head slowly turned to her, where her eyes waited hidden behind the blindfold and kept her expression a secret. With a comatose-like arm, he finally found the clasp of the leather strap, and released her vision from it's dark prison.

Her eyes were closed.

Before Johnny closed his own and felt the exhaustion take him, he briefly wondered if her eyes would ever measure up to Mystel's morning-after look.

The door to the apartment opened a few hours later, and the smell of sweat and sex hit Mystel like a fog bank.

The man cocked his eyebrow, shut the door with his foot gently and then wandered into his bedroom. He failed to notice the pair of female heels by his welcome mat.

But what he saw couldn't lie.

Johnny and Mariam, passed out, ass-naked on their bed, both sleeping peacefully.

All Mystel did was sigh.

Now he didn't feel so bad about going back to Ray's apartment after the movie.