Primal

A/N: Okay so this started out as PWP but has turned into so much more. A proper love story. So give it a try.

WARNING - this story contains sexy violence... or violent sex I'm not really sure which it is yet. May even be both. Don't read if you're not interested.

He sat on the piano bench but he had yet to press a single ebony or ivory key in the hours that he'd spent sitting staring at them.

A bottle of scotch and a glass sat atop the piano. A nip of whiskey sat at the bottom of the glass neglected as its owner began taking swigs of the amber liquid directly from the half empty bottle.

The alcohol flowed freely through his system mixing heavily with the Vicodin to numb him from the world and the pain it caused.

There was a forceful knock at the door.

Wilson, he thought instantly turning to the door before he stood and hobbled caneless-ly to the door.

He opened it, letting in the bitter chill of the autumn night and revealing the sight of a furious looking Cameron.

"Well, you're not the usual hooker but..." at which point her small fist connected with his jaw with an almost unbelievable amount of force.

He staggered backwards a little, his right hand brushing along his bruised jaw.

He watched as she slammed the door with a wave of her right arm, her eyes still fixed intently on his as she drew closer and brought a closed fist to his gut with another shower of strength he wouldn't have thought possible from such a small body.

"You fucking bastard!" she shouted as her fists pounded into his chest as the back of his legs hit his couch allowing a respite for his weakened and aching thigh.

With some force he took her wrists in his hands and pinned them at the small of her back, he pulled her lithe warm body against his and trapped her legs between his.

She struggled against his hold, her muscles straining against his and a stream of curse words spoken in her soft sweet voice echoed through his chest.

He held her closer and tighter until she stilled.

"Let me go you fucking prick." she said quietly, her voice dripping with venom and malice. He glanced down to see that her eyes were filled with the same unguarded emotion that was laced through her words, a raw feral anger the likes of which he'd never seen in her before.

"No, cuz you'll just hit me again."

"Fine." she said staring defiantly up at him, her eyes glistening with hate.

"Why are you...?" he asked curiously, his brow furrowed.

"Why am I angry at you? Why the hell do you think?" she spat, "How the hell could you do that? You killed him!"

"No." he said quietly holding her fearsome gaze. He was glad of the buildings old sturdy structure that prevented his neighbours from eavesdropping on their legally questionable conversation.

"You told him to take the aspirin. You told him to hang himself!" she screeched as his head dropped in acceptance, then in a dangerously quiet voice she asked, "Did you tie the knot too?"

"No!" he shouted his head lifting, his eyes connecting with hers once again.

He sighed softly.

"It was his choice. He wanted to do it." he whispered. Not sure whether it was an attempt to calm her or himself.

"Then you should have let him do it himself!" she shouted.

She let out a guttural cry as she tried to shake off his grip. But he was too strong.

She could feel pain twist through her skin when his grip hardened as she could feel the heat of his own anger radiate from his chest.

"Then it would have been pointless! His son needed a heart; he wanted to give it to him. If he had done it on his own then both of them would have died!" he said seriously his own anger building. "Our patient would have died. Aren't you proud of me?" he sneered knowing that the words would rile her further.

"No!" she shouted in protest trying to shake from his hold once more. "This is different, you could have stopped him."

"And let him go back to sleep for the rest of his life knowing that his son had died because of the guilt of losing both of them in that fire 10 years ago? No! 20 years of his son living an almost full life is better than him sleeping for another few decades." he said through gritted teeth.

"And who the hell gave you the right to choose who lives and who dies?!" she screamed in his face.

"I didn't make the choice!" he shouted back.

She struggled against him once more, but he held her fast as her eyes stared defiantly up at him.

They panted against each other, their heated argument stealing the breath from their lungs.

He wasn't sure what made him do it, but he lent down and pushed his lips roughly against hers.

They connected only for a few seconds before she twisted her head and struggled against him once more.

"Get off me!" she shouted at him, her eyes narrowed.

He held her tighter still.

His tongue swept across his lips, tasting her sweetness. It stirred something in him and drove some of the pain from his heart. Deftly he changed his hold on her wrists so that both were held securely with his left hand, his now free right hand cupped the back of her head and held her mouth fiercely against his hungry lips.

Their chests heaved together as they struggled to bring enough air into the burning lungs to sustain their rapid heart rate.

She struggled against him once again grunting in indignation, until her wrists were as bruised as her lips in his hold.

Soon she stopped struggling against him, her grunts exchanged for moans as she began to respond to his kiss, her mouth opening to his insistent ravenous tongue.

Need, want and escape.

It wasn't passionate, it wasn't driven by feelings or emotions.

It was primitive, based solely on instinct and pure lust.

His left hand released her wrists and wrapped entirely around her small waist holding her against his growing erection, his right still holding her mouth hard against his.

Her hands reached up around his neck pulling him impossibly closer and turning his head allowing his tongue to delve deeper in to her mouth.

He tasted of all things forbidden; the fire of whiskey, the bitter tang of drugs and something that could only be entirely him. And she wanted all of them, she needed all of them.

They held their fevered feral kiss until the need for air was to great and they each felt light headed. Their lungs burning as they gasped that first full breath, so close that they could taste each other in the air. So close that the air he breathed out was the air she breathed in and the same was true for him, as their chests heaved up and down against each other.

Her hands slid slowly and deliberately down his well toned back, and gripped his ass as she ground her hips against his causing him to growl and shiver, his right hand slipping to her neck and massaging it none too gently.

Her hands began to travel upwards once more this time slipping beneath his shirt, their first skin on skin contact eliciting a joint moan, when they reached his shoulders she tipped her head a little further back allowing their eyes to meet.

Her lust filled eyes narrowed as she smiled a malicious grin.

He closed his eyes and sucked a breath through gritted teeth as her perfectly manicured nails dug into his skin and dragged painfully down the length of his back creating ten straight and occasionally bloody lines that would mar his skin for at least two months. She drew it out, the pace agonisingly slow as she kept the pressure hard and even the whole way down to waistband. They both knew that he could have stopped if he wanted to, but this pain he could deal with.

This pain did not hurt his heart.

He slumped lower onto his perch on the back of the couch and rested his head against the crook of her neck as he sucked in breath after breath, the intoxicating taste of her in the air.

He needed the air, he needed her.

His left hand slipped beneath her shirt and jacket to trace patterns on the soft creamy skin.

Her hands played softly over his freshly marred skin, the moisture of a few drops of blood and perspiration dripping between his shoulder blades and allowing her fingers to slide easily up and down his back. He groaned when she hit a particularly painful spot, pulling her closer to him. For which he was rewarded the touch of her lips on his ear.

He growled once more before bringing his lips to the base of her neck. His tongue and lips worked across her collar bone to her shoulders as he teased away the material with his nose. Her hands dropped to his hips as she held herself tight against him as she felt the softness of his tongue mix with the roughness of his stubbled jaw as he moved across her skin.

The instant she began to grind her hips against his he bit down hard.

She jolted and moaned against him. One of her hands moved from his hip to fist painfully through his hair. But instead of pulling him back, she pushed his mouth and teeth harder against her. He licked at the bite mark on her shoulder before latching his lips across it and sucking. He held his hungry mouth against it until he could feel her breathing rate increase, until her hand threatened to rip a clump of hair from his head and she began to shake against him with the pain that surged through her; moans and gasps slipped from her lips that sent a jolt straight to his groin.

He licked almost tenderly at the angry red mark on her shoulder before tilting her head to kiss her roughly once more. This time she was not so placid. He groaned as her tongue pushed past his lips and began teasing the roof of his mouth.

It was a game of submission and defiance.

And when she drew his bottom lip into her mouth and began sucking and biting on it with a smug smile twitching at the corners of his mouth he'd had enough of being submissive.

He growled, pulling his lips from hers and brought his mouth to the right side of her neck and along her shoulder, intent on giving it the same treatment as the left.

This time he bit down harder, she cried out and shuddered against him when he felt the iron taste of blood reach his tongue. It filled him with a sense of enthrallment to know that something so vital to her could become a part of him, pulling back just a little he watched as redness oozed from his mark and seep through the moisture he'd left across her creamy white skin. He was filled with some sort of merciless pride knowing that he had damaged something perfect. He lapped warm drops of liquid, sucking on her skin.

And she took all he had to give, her hand twisting in his hair and the other creating four small crescent shaped indents in the small of his back.

As she began shuddering and whimpering against him once more something inside him broke.

Enough of this foreplay shit, he thought pushing her roughly away from him. She stumbled backward, gently knocking into the piano. A few random notes sounded and the bottle of scotch shook on the flat surface, but its threats to fall were empty.

He ground his teeth and pushed off from the couch, and then he began making his way over to her, his uneven gait more pronounced because of his obvious arousal. The sounds of his shuffling feet mingled with the clink of his belt buckle and the sounds of leather moving roughly against denim. He came to a stop, just inches from her still quivering body, letting the belt drop loudly to the floor.

He watched intently as a flicker of doubt and fear shot through her eyes, but he smirked possessively as it was engulfed in pure lust.

She moaned quietly as he leaned forward ever so slightly, just enough to let his erection brush against her stomach. He pulled back, bottle of scotch in hand, a self satisfied smirk still in place.

He kept his gaze locked with hers as his empty hand reached forward and gripped her waistband pulling her none too gently away from resting against his piano.

They stood so close her breasts brushed his chest with every breath.

There gazes held still as his fingers slid across the skin beneath her shirt and deftly undid the button and fly of her low-rider jeans. His expression became suddenly dark and serious as he watched her eyes close in pleasure as his index finger played with the elastic of her panties. Some thing equally dark and primal surged through him at the sound of a raspy moan rising from deep with in her throat and slip past her lips.

He stood back and let his hungry gaze drink in her aroused state.

He wanted her. He needed her. He took away his pain better than any mix of alcohol, Vicodin and hookers.

Regardless of this fact he unscrewed the bottle and to a large swig before making his way down the hall to his bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took another swig before setting the bottle on the bedside table. He could feel the exact moment she walked into the room.

Every sense he had shivered in anticipation.

He looked up as she stood in front of him. She stood before him, her shoes, socks and jacket getting lost on the way to his room. One side of her was bathed in soft light from the hall, the other cast into shadow.

He thought he knew her, he thought he knew everything. But there was always more to discover.

Like this interesting carnal side of Cameron.

Like the feel of her shivering at his slightest touch.

Like what sounds she'd make as he made her come.

Her hands where on his shoulders trying to push him back, but he reached forward placing his hands at her hips. He began tugging roughly at both her jeans and panties. Once they were both halfway down her thighs he leaned forward and licked at the wetness gathering at small patch of hair at the apex of her thighs. She shivered and the pressure on his shoulders lessened as he teased the material lower, his mouth and tongue sucking and licking at the soft sweet flesh of her inner thighs. But as soon as she'd stepped from the material she pushed him forcefully onto his back and reached for his own waistband, her own need surging through her.

Moments later she peeled the thick stiff material of his jeans from him, his boxers lost amongst the denim.

He watched as she stalked back towards his body, her eyes gleaming with primal lust as her fingers trailed lightly up both his thighs.

For the first time in five years he really didn't give a shit what his thigh looked like, as he watched her duck her head between his thighs and lick his length from base to tip, her tongue swirling around his head tasting his pre-cum. She smirked seeing his hands fist at the bed sheets, before she blew cool air on the moist trail she had left, causing him to gasp in a deep breath.

Their eyes met and the playful air that had filled the room disappeared in an instant, and something desperate, possessive and raw took its place.

Reaching down he gripped her wrists once more and pulled her on top of him. He held her wrists still as she put her lips to his, allowing his tongue to devour her mouth once more, the taste himself on her lips. She ground her hips against his, her sweet moisture coating his length. He plunged her mouth until he she began to whimper and moan into his mouth, the vibrations shivering through him and directly to his already aching erection.

With a deep guttural growl he rolled them both, barely aware of the tang of pain that shot through his leg at the movement.

They moaned together as he pushed roughly inside her, his long fingers still wrapped around her wrists he pinned them at the side of her head as he set an increasing rhythm.

Their heated and feral gazes held as he moved inside her, the scent of their mingling sweat and mixed juices spurring them on further.

He claimed her lips hungrily as his movements became more erratic and her soft flesh began to quiver.

Her hands began to shake under his fierce grip.

Her chest began to heave more rapidly against his.

Her thighs tightened around his hips

He swallowed the moan she made as she came. It tasted good and he wanted more but it was only a few short thrusts later that his own bitter-sweet release came. He would have screamed if it were not for her mouth muffling the sound, his head dropped to the crook of her neck once more as he gathered his breath with the sweet taste of her in the air once more, this time mingled with the taste of himself. Once again he liked it and wanted more but he was spent. He released her wrists, her hands moved to stroke his hair and rub across the thin material that still covered his back as she tried to take a full breath once more.

Sixty seconds later she'd all but completely recovered, her jaw locked and her eye's still inky black with arousal she turned them once more.

A familiar twisting sensation began in his belly as he looked up and the sight of an almost satisfied Cameron. It seemed she wanted more just as much as he did.

"I'm not finished with you yet." she growled.

He smirked as he sucked on his tongue ever so slightly, enjoying the taste of their mixed juices that still lingered there. He sat up slightly the weight of his torso supported by his left hand as his right trailed roughly up her thigh, and up and under her shirt pulling roughly at the buttons not caring if they came undone or ripped from the material. As his hand cupped one of her breasts she smiled wickedly.

His eyes held hers as he waited for whatever sweet torture she was about to give him.

He grunted pleasurably as she squeezed her inner muscles against his flaccid penis.

Some witty line about kegle exercises passed through the back of his mind but he couldn't voice it, he could only hum loudly and contentedly in reply to her actions.

He held himself to her as he tugged her blouse down her shoulders, unclasped her bra and took one of her nipples into his hungry mouth.

He could almost taste the vibrations from her chest as she purred when the flat of his tongue rasped against her erect nipple.

For his ministrations he was awarded one of those kegle flexes, fueling a fire in his belly.

Both of them could feel him growing inside her, making both of them moan in ecstasy before his lips wrapped around her nipple and began to suck gently.

He unconsciously bit down as she flexed once more this time grinding her hips for good measure.

She moaned loudly, the sound filling the whole room and bouncing back to their ears.

He knew then he could make her scream, he grinned against her breast, rolling her nipple between tooth and tongue deciding to let her have her fun first.

His attentions moved to the other breast as she fingers trailed over his shoulders, slid down his back and began to pull his shirt up toward his head. He tugged defiantly at her nipple until the black material of his shirt obscured his view.

Pulling back he lifted his arms above his head as she stripped the last item of clothing from his body. The last barrier gone, cast away like every other piece of clothing, he wrapped his arms around her reveling in the feel of her warm skin pressed against his, her small soft body pressed against his rough awkward frame. His tongue delved into the hollow at the base of her throat, the salty taste of perspiration and the thrum of her blood beneath his moist touch making him groan.

She flexed and rolled her hips once more making him almost completely hard.

He couldn't remember the last time he had been this hard so soon after coming. Then again he couldn't remember much at that point. Gone was the haze of alcohol and opium from his system, the only thing coursing through his veins at this point was arousal and need.

Much later on he would reflect that it hadn't been since his late twenties.

One of his hands reached up to the back of her neck, a few of her silken curls brushing the back of his hand as he brought her lips to his own for a ravenous hard kiss as his other hand moved downwards to grip her ass, something which had been the focus of many a wet dream he had to admit.

She moaned into his mouth as his long fingers dug hard into the soft flesh, she lifted her hips slightly. Delighting in the sensation of her slick body moving against his, his fingers digging deeper in to her skin and the vibrations of the groan he issued rumbling down her own throat.

As soon as both his hands were at her hips, gripping tightly as they encouraged her slow torturous rhythm he felt her lips on his neck as she held his body closer to hers, his head becoming lost in her bosom.

And as she thrust down, she bit at the place where neck met shoulder causing him to thrust his hips upwards to meet hers.

He cried out: such pleasure, such pain, in both his shoulder and his thigh but he reveled in all of it.

He brushed his stubble against her sensitive nipple in appreciation, rewarded with yet another flex. Yet, even in his aroused state he noted that it lacked the control of those previous, she was close again.

She sucked gently at the mark as he'd done before moving to the other side of his neck and further along his shoulder, he grinned against her breast in anticipation.

She bit harder this time, a hell of a lot harder. He cried out against her jugular, her hair dancing across the skin of his neck, as every muscle in his body strained. She replied with her own moan as his fingers kneaded fiercely at her bruised tender skin.

He let her suckle and lick his neck for a few moments before lowering himself to the mattress and looking up into her arousal blackened eyes, with a gaze that no doubt mirrored her own.

She let her nails scrape lightly across his chest, a sweet reminder of the mark she'd left on his back before they settled at his taught stomach as she began a slow purposeful rhythm.

He watched hungrily as she pleasured herself with his body.

His ears burning with the soft sounds uttered from her sweet lips.

One of his hands shifted to the place where their bodies met. The instant his thumb found her clit her breathing became more erratic and her inner muscles began fluttering around his length but her pace was still relentless and agonisingly slow.

He let his thumb move across the sensitive nub and soon she was so close that she began to hold her breath for longer and longer seconds, he held his thumb just a little away from her clit for a few thrusts before pinching it hard between thumb and fore finger.

She came instantly; her hips managing a few final shaky jerks, now with both his hands guiding her, as she bit on her bottom lip and hummed contentedly.

He drank in the sight, noticing the little changes that happened just before she climaxed.

He could make her scream.

He pulled her lithe, warm, sweaty body against his and rolled them once more.

She yelped a little at the sudden movement, her inner walls contracting once more, sensitive to the slightest friction.

With the slightest shift of his hips he inclined her to move more into the center of the bed, he saw her wince slightly when they turned on the mattress the movement almost painful to her tender inner flesh as they tried to move in tandem.

He smiled wickedly when he felt his calves hit the foot of his sleigh bed.

No pleasure without pain, he thought as he drew slowly out only to thrust forcefully in, his feet braced against the foot of the bed. Together, they moved around a foot closer to the head of the bed, the bedclothes bunching around them with the friction their bodies created.

She cried out, her eyes pulled shut and her hands gripping wildly at his perspiration soaked shoulders.

For the slightest moment he was worried he had hurt her; that he'd gone to far. But the corners of her mouth revealed the slightest of smiles.

He growled, before licking her neck and scraping his stubble across the moist flesh, and with the slightest of moans in reply he began a steadily increasing rough rhythm.

She gasped and moaned and groaned in varying mixes of pain and pleasure. Her flesh was tender, and the friction far greater than the first time he had control which increased both pleasure and pain greatly.

He watched as she drew close once again, at which point he slowed.

She growled in protest, leaning forward and gripping his shoulder with her teeth to show her displeasure.

It mingled with the growing pain in his leg causing him to thrust particularly roughly much to Cameron's liking.

Once again he began to increase the rhythm and roughness of his strokes, until her moans grew louder and louder.

He kept her moans constant for a few short seconds, with increasingly shallower thrusts before pushing in fully.

She screamed, her fingers digging into his shoulders once more, her chest arching towards him as her back curled with the intense pleasure and pain. Two short thrusts later his own cry mingled with hers and they echoed together into the night.

He groaned as he exhaled for at least five breaths, before lowering himself slowly to her warmth and turning them to lie on their side still buried deep within her.

Their chests heaved rapidly, breathing in deep the scent and taste of their sinful deed.

Soon, breathing returned to normal, arms and legs still entwined and exhaustion threatening to take both of them.

"My jaw hurts." he said softly, her head buried in the crook of his neck felt the muscles move as he shifted it from side to side experimentally.

"I'm not sorry." she said evenly, something her voice let him know that she wasn't just talking about his jaw.

"Neither am I," he replied softer still. "But..."

"Yeah," she sighed, knowing what he was going to say. "Shame, actually. That's the best I've ever had."

He could feel the warmth of her cheeks against his neck at her admission.

"Really?" he asked.

She could already imagine the smug smile on his face.

"Yeah."

There was a pause.

"Me too, actually."

She smiled against his skin, her hand trailing up and down his back, her soft touch over the remnants of her fierce touch not an hour ago like a soothing balm.

He hummed softly.

"Shame," he said using her own words. He could feel the beginnings of a new addiction seeping through him.

He thought about all the marks he'd left on her skin, and the marks she'd left on his. He closed his eyes for a moment to force away memories that were desperately trying to get him ready for a repeat performance. then he sighed and spoke.

"You know neither of us can sleep with anyone else for a month or so without a hell of a lot of explaining to do."

He took her continued silence and her hand stilling across his shoulder as a sign to continue.

"For a month you could get a laid whenever you need it, and let's face it seems as though you need it everyday and I could save a small fortune on hookers."

He could feel her smile against his skin.

"Fine." she said softly and sleepily, "I still hate you though."

"Good." he said with a smirk, knowing it was their initial hate and anger that had fueled such great sex.

The leg draped across his hip shifted slightly drawing him closer and pushing him slightly further inside her as the cool air of the room now became apparent to them.

"Mine," he whispered primal and possessive as he reached around to wrap them in the comforter.

She grazed her teeth teasingly against his chest in reply.

It was certainly going to be an interesting month.