My Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Cruel Intentions or any of the characters.

Story Summary: An assortment of Kathryn/Sebastian centric shorts. Including prequels, sequels, and outtakes from CLA.

Authors Note: Yeah, this is a sequel of sorts to Cruel Love Anthology. Think of it as it's little sister. Same concept. A collection of stand alone stories featuring Kathryn/Sebastian (and others) mostly smutty in nature, but some sweet, some angsty, some funny. There will he sequels, prequels, alternate universe stories and outtakes from CLA. You don't need to have read CLA to get anything out of this. The main difference between this and Cruel Love Anthology is these stories are much, MUCH shorter thus I can probably update it more frequently. Information about the upcoming CLA chapter is in the bottom AN.


Birthday

Sebastian threw open the door and stepped from the crisp November evening into the warm, over populated bar. The room was a mix of Wall Street brokers and NYU students. Overhead a mid-90's pop song blared. It wasn't exactly a dive, but it wasn't the sort of place any self-respecting Upper East Sider would be caught dead in. It wasn't his scene. It sure as fuck wasn't Kathryn's.

He scanned the crowd until his gaze fell upon the platinum blond locks of the man who had summoned him there that evening. Sebastian made his way across the room. As he approached he could hear Blaine telling the story of how he was kidnapped by the Mexican cartel, his voice sounding almost whimsical as he recounted the details. To anyone else, being tortured by drug dealers would be a horrific, life scarring event. To Blaine Tuttle it was merely an anecdote to tell at cocktail parties.

"So, I'm banging on the hood of the trunk. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I know I'm fucked," he relayed, his voice laced with humor. About five college age students sat around his table listening to his story with rapt fascination. A pretty blond caught his eye as he came up behind Tuttle. She offered up a coy smile. He ignored her. Sebastian clamped a hand on his friends shoulder. Blaine turned around, his face pinched in irritation at being interrupted until he realized who it was. "Valmont!"

"Tuttle," he replied crisply, "Where is she?"

He got to his feet and leaned in close. "She's in the men's room."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. He knew what that meant. "Was it really necessary to drag me out here for this bullshit? I was in the middle of a sure thing."

"You know I can't deal with her when she gets like this," he replied sounding like the needy fag they both knew he wasn't. Needy that was.

He suspected she was acting out on purpose. Kathryn had been pissed when he refused to go out with her that evening. She had likely gotten herself good and wasted knowing Blaine would grow tired of taking care of her and eventually summon him to deal with her coked-out ass. Sebastian knew this, but like some sort of masochist he came anyway.

He really was a chump.

"Stay here. I'll go get her. You're taking her home."

Blaine's expression fell and he grumbled, "Fine." Sebastian started for the back of the bar when his friend called to him, "Oh and Valmont? Be nice to her. It is her birthday after all."

He gave a dismissive wave over his shoulder in response as he pushed through the crowd to the bathrooms. Sebastian opened the door to the men's room and found his stepsister. He wasn't particularly surprised to find she wasn't alone.

The bathroom was gross to put it mildly. Small,dark and dank it reeked of booze and urine. It wasn't exactly Valmont's idle location for a quickie. If Kathryn was in her right mind it wouldn't be hers either. As it was though, his sister was currently sitting on the sink, a man who looked at least thirty dressed in a Hugo Boss suit was pressing himself between her legs as he slobbered on her neck.

When Sebastian stepped into the bathroom his sister's eyes snapped open and a knowing smirk tugged at her lips. He came up behind the man and cleared his throat. Loudly. The man sneered at him over his shoulder, "Piss off."

"I'd love to," he drawled, "However, I thought you'd like to know this girl you're about to fuck is underage."

"Huh?"

Sebastian looked past the man to his sister currently watching their exchange with mild curiosity. "I see you picked another winner sis."

"I was bored"

"More like desperate and horny"

"Eat me Sebastian"

"Maybe later"

Turning his attention back to the man who was staring back and forth between the step-siblings in confusion he told him, "Fuck off. She's seventeen."

"Seventeen?" he parroted back. "Ah, you've got to be shitting me! I thought she was twenty. I'm outtah here."

The bigger man pushed past Sebastian and stumbled loudly to the door leaving them alone. "Was that a New Jersey accent I detected? Bravo sis. You truly were scrapping the bottom of the barrel."

"Go away loser," she huffed as he inelegantly dismounted from the sink. He steadied her and took the opportunity to study her eyes. They were definitely dilated. That, on top of the lack of bite attached to her insult told him she was most certainly on something. Kathryn pushed him away. "Freak."

She turned to the mirror and studied her reflection, running a hand through her mussed hair. Sebastian allowed his eyes to roam over the indecent length of her dress. It was designer, no doubt, but it made her look like walking sex which he assumed was the point. As he was staring at where the edge of her dress met skin she asked him, "How did you find me anyway?"

"Tuttle. He called. Said you were being unmanageable." Sebastian leaned against the sink beside her. "Apparently I arrived in the nick of time, unless of course you wanted an STD for your birthday."

Kathryn's hand stilled. "That's right, it is my birthday. How nice of someone to remember."

Sebastian sighed. "I take it mommy dearest never called?"

"Of course not. It's silly, I suppose, to expect the woman to remember her only child's birthday," she sniped. "Especially when there's so many more stimulating activities like shopping and screwing the pool boy."

"Well, just so long as you're not feeling sorry for yourself," he chided sarcastically.

Kathryn's head snapped in his direction, her eyes hard. "I'm sorry I'm boring you. You can go home to whatever bimbo is waiting for you. I'm going to find some fun of my own."

Before she could reach the door his hand shot out and grabbed her. Sebastian pulled her back causing her to stumble against his chest. She struggled against him, but in her less than sober state she was no match for him. Wrapping his arms around her waist he held her close. When she got like this she either became bitchy and belligerent or soft and horny.

Sebastian nuzzled his nose against hers. "Stay with me," he murmured pressing his forehead against hers.

"You didn't want me to earlier"

"I offered to cancel my date," he reminded her. "You told me not to."

Kathryn stopped struggling against him, her eyes slopped downward. Sensing the fight leaving her body he smiled and ran a finger across the diamond drop necklace she wore. "Did you like my present?"

"You know I did," she sighed. "I already gave you a proper thank you."

Sebastian grinned and his dick twitched to life in his pants as he recalled her earlier thank you in the form of a fantastic blow job. No one sucked cock like Kathryn Merteuil. "You're such an enthusiastic little cock sucker," he praised.

She responded with a lazy grin. "I aim to please."

His mouth found that spot behind her ear that made her melt further into him. Sebastian hummed in satisfaction when he felt her move against him. "You smell so good," she murmured quietly.

"You smell like whiskey and Chanel."

Kathryn giggled, an almost unnatural sound if ever there was one. She was definitely not in her right mind. Sebastian knew he should put a stop to this. Even someone as morally twisted as he was recognized this as wrong and yet he couldn't seem to pull himself away. He told himself that if he rejected her now she would just get pissed, storm out and find someone else, even less suitable than himself to go hump. So really, he was doing her a favor.

With that thought in mind he gripped her by the hips and spun them around so her back was against the porcelain faucet. Kathryn lifted herself back up and spread her legs in invitation. Grasping the collar of his charcoal button up, she tugged him forward. Their mouths collided and they kissed messy and eager, like the teenagers they were.

Sebastian's hands moved from her waist to her breasts. Squeezing her supple flesh he groaned against her mouth when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. His thumbs traced over her nipples until they became hard, poking provocatively against the thin fabric of her dress. Breaking the kiss he glanced down at her tits before bending his head and sucking her cloth covered nipple into his mouth. She cried out, arching against him.

When he felt her hands fumbling at his belt he broke away. "You seriously want to do this here?"

She smiled and nodded as she thrust her hand into his pants. Sebastian winced when he felt her warm hand wrap around his half hard cock. "I want this inside me. I want to feel you stretch all my little holes."

"Jesus." His brain momentarily short circuited at her words. Trying to keep control he asked, "W-wouldn't you rather we finish this at home? I can tie you to my bed. Fuck you nice and slow."

Kathryn shook her head. "I want you to fuck me here. Hard and fast."

Sebastian gave up. Who was he kidding? There was no way in hell he was going to make it all the way uptown with her acting like a horny little kitten. "Fuck it," he grumbled as he unfastened his trousers the rest of the way and pulled out his hard-on.

She let out a delighted giggle in response and he couldn't keep the smile from his face when he heard that sound. As much as he got off on her cast iron bitch routine he had to admit he enjoyed her like this. There was a softness and warmth to Kathryn when she was high. There was a small part of Sebastian that felt guilty for taking advantage of her like this, but then he reminded himself it was hardly the first time they had taken liberties with one another when they weren't of sound mind and body.

Brushing the errant thoughts aside, he reached under her dress and cupped her sex. Her wetness was seeping through the thin material of her panties. "Ah, the birthday girl is soaking her panties."

"Yes she is," she sighed as he pushed his finger inside her. She whimpered as he fingered her."No foreplay, just fuck me."

Kathryn scooted to the edge of the sink, trying to line herself up with his length. Sebastian laughed at her eagerness. Taking himself in hand, he didn't bother to remove her panties, just pushed the flimsy material aside before feeding his cock to her overheated cunt. He thrust all the way in and his mouth went slack as her warmth enveloped him. "Shit," he panted against her neck. No matter how often they did this, every time it was perfection.

Clutching her waist he slowly drew out of her before plunging all the way back inside. Kathryn tossed back her head and moaned. Before he could fuck her the way he wanted his head snapped in the direction of the door. Male voices on the other side. They were coming inside.

Somehow through his lust addled brain he was able to realize the sudden need for action. They couldn't get caught like this. Although it was very unlikely anyone in this shit hole knew who they were he still couldn't take the chance of getting caught with his dick in his stepsister.

Still buried inside her, Sebastian scooped Kathryn up and dashed into the empty bathroom stall. If it was possible it was even more rank in there than it was outside. Not that she seemed to notice. "Valmont what the fuck?"

He slammed his hand over her mouth before she could say more. A second later Sebastian heard the bathroom door open and a couple of guys entered talking about some chick's tattoo. "I'm telling you dude it was all the way down to her pussy. So hot."

"No way man. Did you get her digits?"

"What do you think bro?"

"Awesome"

They went on like this for another minute. It didn't even sound like they were pissing. What grown men went to the bathroom to chat? Still hard as hell and eager to fuck Sebastian decided to hell with it. They could beat off to them for all he cared.

Holding her up against the wall he slowly drew his hips back then thrust forward. Kathryn's eyes went wide and she whimpered against his hand. Her legs quickly wrapped around his waist signaling her eagerness for him to continue. Sebastian grinned at her and removed his hand. "Fuck me," she spat loudly once she was no longer gagged.

Outside the stall the college guys stopped talking, then laughed. "Dude did you hear that?"

"Someone wants it bad," his buddy snickered.

Ignoring the commentary Sebastian proceeded to fuck his stepsister in earnest against the concrete wall covered in graffiti and god knows what. He did not care. All he cared about was being buried inside her tight, wet, welcoming orifice.

One thing he forgot about fucking Kathryn when she was like this was she tended to get more talky than normal. In between her moans and cries for more, harder, deeper, she spouted instructions. "Suck my tits," she moaned loudly as she eagerly road him from underneath. "Please I want your mouth on me."

Sebastian yanked the straps of her dress down her shoulders allowing her perky tits to spring free. He wasted no time latching on to one, sucking her nipple into his mouth as his hips continued to snap between her legs. When the heel of Kathryn's stiletto dug into his lower back he let go of her breast, hissing in pain. "Knock that off you little bitch."

"What?" she panted. "This?" The heel of her other foot dug into his ass.

"Ah, fuck! You cunt," he spat. Bending forward he bit into her nipple. Hard. Kathryn cried out then broke into laughter. "Oh god, that hurt. Do it again."

Valmont laughed as well. Feeling oddly affectionate towards her he leaned in and captured her mouth. As they kissed languidly he heard the guys on the other side.

"Are you hearing this?"

"Unreal"

"I wonder if she's into gang bangs?"

Sebastian's head snapped in the direction of the stall door. He could feel anger prickle at his skin as he thought about going out there and laying into those guys. Sensing his fury Kathryn kissed his neck. "Ignore them," she whispered. "Just fuck me. Make me come."

Nodding he tightened his grip on her hips then lunged forward, pushing himself all the way inside her. Over and over again, he fucked her against the wall until she became a quivering mass of flesh beneath his fingertips.

On the other side of the stall door he heard a phone ring. One of the guys answered it. When he hung up he heard him drag his buddy out of the room, something more pressing came up to pull them away from their free show. When he heard the bathroom door slam shut he laughed. "Alone at last."

Kathryn only whimpered in response. She was close. Reaching between their bodies he rubbed at her wet, tender clit. She sobbed his name against the crook of his neck until she came with a sharp cry. Her pussy tightened around him like a coiling snake making it impossible to hold back his own orgasm. Sebastian slammed into her one last time before shooting his load deep inside her. His whole body tensed. Then as the tension drained from his body his arms and legs shook, threatening to give out. He sunk against his stepsister.

They stood there for a moment, both panting, coming down from their mutual high. When he felt Kathryn kiss his cheek his hummed. "You can take me home now," she whispered against his skin.

Pulling himself up Sebastian cupped her face. His gaze found hers. She looked tired but content. All her earlier bitterness had evaporated. He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Happy birthday sis."


Author's Note: Okay here's the deal with the next chapter of CLA. I finished it a few days ago then, boom, my computer decided to have a melt down and I lost all 15,000+ words. Aggravated and in no mood to rewrite it, I was going to take a little break from writing. However, after reading some of the many blog posts about Cruel Intentions 15 year anniversary I was tempted to write again, so I decided to start this. Fair warning, I'm going to need a little time before picking up CLA again. It was hard enough chapter to write the first time around. Until then I'll probably post a few of these this week. Thanks for your patients. I hope you enjoyed this. Drop me a review if you can. Later.