Disclaimer: I own nothing, nor do I intend on infringing upon other's rights
Warning: It's Het (oh not, I've gone over to the het side), dark, vague allusions to dub-con rough sex, ooc-ness (which couldn't be helped--I'm in a black mood).
AN: I got a mental image...it was the cigarette thing with the two of them, and I was listening to Maroon 5 when writing it.
She lifts a lit cigarette to her black lips and takes a slow drag. Her bodyguard/toy looks at her disapproving. She gives him an unimpressed glance before blowing the smoke directly into his face. He glares at her with fire in his gaze, but she just stares back with amusement and tosses the cigarette over her shoulder into an ashtray. He huffs before turning his face from her. For the first time, her expression grows dark. She grips his chin with wickedly long, black nails before yanking him to face her once more. Her mouth descend on him furiously, she fills him with the taste of peppermint and cigarette, and he just stays there trying to weather the onslaught.
"You belong to me." She hisses at him as she finally pulls away.
He bows his head but keeps his dark eyes on her.
"You killed the only thing I lived for, the only one I loved. It is only fair," She moves her hand to his bare chest, dragging a nail across his left nipple, "for you to take his place. Isn't it?"
He stays silent.
She lowers her head and licks the nipple her nail had been tormenting. "Isn't," She blows across the wet patch of skin which hardens in response, "it?"
He still remains silent.
Her pretty face turns ugly in rage for a second and she slashes her nails across his chest, leaving red lines in their wake. "Isn't it, Wufei?!"
He sucks in a breath.
She shoves him back onto the pink bed behind them. He lets her push him down and says nothing. She straddles him, rubbing herself against him.
She says, "Do you love me, Wufei? I love you. I love to hurt you so, my dear replacement."
Wufei settles himself back and allows her to do as she wishes.
Her black nails leave red crescent shapes in his shoulders, and her mouth leave bloody bite marks whereever she kisses. She wants him to hurt like she has ever since her lover had been killed on his watch. She rips clothing from his body and lays waste to the skin beneath. She marks him whereever and however she can. Just because she can.
Wufei leaves no marks, he lays passive beneath her until physicality takes the forefront and he begins to do as she wants with concise thrusts.
She wails "Heero!" into the night.
Wufei lets out something like a sob that sounds like her name, "Relena."
fin