Disclaimer: Ben 10 is owned by MoA and this story was written by Skidaway-Court. So I own pratically nothing.

A/N: I saw this on Deviantart and I don't think it's gotten a lot of credit...prepare for some extreme hotness :D

Chapter One

"Unbelievable…" Gwen snapped slamming the door to her apartment shut and tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter. "Not enough experience my ass… the only reason the bimbo got the job was 'cause every time she walked her tits slapped her chin." The red-headed woman snarled throwing her high heels into a basket next to the door that also contained a pair of tennis shoes and flip-flops. Huffing angrily Gwen moved towards the living room window, taking her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through the locks absently. My apartment may be small but at least I get a decent view… She mused watching the beginning of the sunset dying the sky pink and orange. "Ugh. Oh well… I still have that interview on Tuesday… and even if I don't get the job I make enough money from tutoring to pay rent…" Her voice trailed off as she flopped down onto her lumpy, second hand couch and took her pantyhose off.

Srrrrrrrriiiiiiiip…

"Un?" Gwen's eyes widened in terror as she looked at the run in her nylon that ran from the crotch all the way down to the seam on the right foot. "Argh!" She roared balling up the offending article of clothing and throwing it at the wall across the room. Gwen sat there for a moment, contemplating what she could do… it was sad… she couldn't spare a cent to buy a new pair of panty hose… unless she started tutoring another kid. She groaned and sank further into the couch. How could she only get work as a tutor? She spoke French and Spanish fluently, had business, entrepreneurship and English degrees, as well as a flawless credit score and fantastic personal hygiene. How was it physically possible that she was unemployed!

One hand came up and she rubbed her forehead calmly. "I should've gotten a computer science degree…" With a disgruntled -but not defeated- sigh Gwen pushed herself off of the couch and shuffled into the kitchen. "Looks like it's going to be instant ramen and macaroni and cheese this month too." She murmured removing the last cup of twenty cent ramen from the cupboard, opening it and filling it with water from the sink. Gwen glanced longingly at the counter space that had once held her microwave -which she had to pawn so she could afford the formal blouse and skirt she currently wore- and then glared at the space next to it which now held a crappy hotplate. Pulling a bowl from one of the cupboards Gwen placed it on top to the hotplate then set the Styrofoam cup in it and turned the knob from zero to nine. For a moment she just stood there, staring at it and listening as the obsolete appliance hummed to life, she then took note of the time on the oven, and walked towards her bedroom. What took three minutes in the microwave took thirty with the hotplate, giving her ample time to shimmy out of her interview outfit, wash her hair and change into her comfortable pajamas.

Gwen didn't bother with the light switch, the remnants of sunlight coming in from her bedroom window were more than enough to see by. And she set about rummaging through her dresser drawers for her pajamas.

Suddenly, for no good or logical reason she could think of, Gwen shivered and had the inexplicable urge to turn around. But why? It wasn't particularly cold in her room… Hell it had been a balmy sixty five degrees outside…

And then a good reason, a logical reason, came to Gwen… Her bedroom door clicked shut. Not the forceful slam brought on by a burst of wind but a simple click of someone pushing on a door just enough to shut it. The red head whirled around a gaped at whom she saw.

"Kevin! W-what are you doing here?" How'd you get in here, how'd you get out of the generator, why are you human… But one question at a time and that was the first that came to her mind and out of her mouth. It had been a few years since she'd last seen him but he looked pretty much the same. Though, his hair was longer, his face was more… mature… and angular, he had his bottom lip pierced and was much more muscular than before… But his wardrobe hadn't changed all that much; he was wearing a sleeveless black shirt with a sleeveless black trench coat over it, faded green camouflage pants and combat boots that had made no noise against the carpet of her room. He needs a bigger wardrobe selection…

It was with a strange minor amusement that she realized he was wearing a lock as a necklace and black cuffs on each wrist, just like he had as a kid. But the humor -however slight- fell away when she looked back up at his face. Kevin's grin as he advanced was positively wicked. She realized slowly that he was much taller now and seemed to be using that to intimidate her…

It wasn't until she hit the wall that Gwen realized she'd been backing up. 'He who walks among jackals dare show no weakness'

"Well…" He spoke in a lazy drawl, very casual, as if he weren't stalking closer to her with a predatory glean in his eyes. "I was actually looking for your cousin…" Gwen began scooting along the wall, moving towards the window slowly but steadily, her eyes never leaving his. She could get it open and be out onto the fire escape in no time. Almost…her fingers hadn't even grazed the frame when his hand slammed into the wall right next to her head; despite a strong urge to, she did not shriek. I didn't even see him move… her eyes were wide and that only seemed to make his smirk more arrogant. I was watching him… Gwen's arm fell to her side and her body stiffened as he leaned down so that they were eye level. She shivered when she felt his breath on the lower half of her face and her neck. "I was looking for your cousin…" He repeated in a tone that said he was amused. "If you're going to be in the phonebook…" Amused like a cat who has a mouse…"Then you really should have your first name listed too." His focus shifted to her hair and he brought his other hand up to play with a lock of it, watching the strands between his fingers intently. "Much less confusing…" Kevin paused, an expression she didn't like at all came to his face. "Though…" He turned his attention back to her face, the smirk on his lips was purely arrogant and it was reflected in his eyes. "I was planning on visiting you after I dealt with your cousin." Her eyes must have widened because the chuckle he let out was exceptionally malignant. The hand that had been playing with the lock of hair slid around to the back of her head then fisted in her hair uncomfortably. Gwen opened her mouth to protest but as if he'd expected it -and he probably did that bastard- his mouth seemed to encompass hers and muffled any protest she'd planned on having. Her hands flew up to his shoulders and she attempted to push him away and back her body away at the same time.
The flaws in that plan were that a.) the shoving had no effect whatsoever, and b.) Her inability to phase through solid matter -I.e. the wall directly behind her- meant she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. His chuckle felt odd against her lips and the tongue that followed it felt… strange. That bastard…she snarled mentally her face contorting in anger. But he pulled back before she could bite down. "Uh-uh." The hand that had been next to her head moved and he waggled his finger at her. "If you don't play nice…" His free hand moved down her leg and jerked it up and forward so that her inner thigh was pressed against his hip and their crotches were flush against each other. "…then I won't either." He whispered darkly into her ear. Gwen's breath caught uncomfortably in her throat, Kevin pulled back so that she could see his face and the serpentine expression that rested there. He made a 'hmm' noise and pushed against her so that her entire body was sandwiched between himself and the wall.

"S-stop it!" Gwen stuttered out, her hands once again pushing against his shoulders in a vain attempt to get him off of her.

"Mmm…" He pulled back a bit and removed his hand from her hair. Gwen was about to relax -thinking he'd actually listened to her- but one of his fingers trailed from her ear lobe, down across her jaw line, down her neck, and only pausing for a moment at the top button on her blouse. "Why should I?" In one downward motion he popped all of the buttons off of her shirt and surveyed her newly revealed expanse of flesh with an appreciative look. Terror was the predominant emotion on her face, but he was far too entranced by her breasts and the bra that covered them to notice.

"Please…" She was shaking now, positively terrified of what was about to happen. He looked up at her now, an unreadable expression on his face. "Please don't-" Gwen did scream when he twisted their bodies around and shoved her down to the floor. "Kevin!" She shrieked and began scrambling backwards, trying to get to the door. But once again he moved quicker than her eyes could follow and was on top of her. Kevin's knees held her waist firmly while his hands pinned her wrists to the floor on either side of her head.

"S'been awhile…" He murmured leaning down and kissing her lips. She recoiled, ready to fight like Hell but the gentleness of the kiss caught her entirely off guard. "Since I've had any…" Kevin kissed her cheek with the same gentleness and moved down to lick her jaw line. "physical contact…" She squirmed when he nibbled on her neck, not out of discomfort or lust; her body simply demanded movement as a reaction to his ministrations.
Gwen screwed her eyes shut when he bit down harder and did her best not to make any noises.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Her voice was quiet, the fear had abated somewhat.

"I just told you." Kevin mumbled into the curve of flesh where her shoulder and neck met.

"I meant w-why Ah!" She gasped when he bit down again. "Why me?" His response was a grunt into her collarbone followed by a lick.

It was at this time she realized that her lack of activity had lulled him into a sense of security and the grip he had on her wrists had grown lax. Summoning strength she didn't realize she had Gwen lunged upwards, somehow overbalancing him and knocking him backwards into the wall. Kevin blinked and moved a bit so that he was sitting up fully and leaning more comfortably against the wall.

An expression of amusement and something much… darker… was on his face as she straddled his waist and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt in her hands, the fear was gone from her visage and had been replaced by righteous fury. "Who do you think you are breaking into my apartment!" She snapped shaking the collar of his shirt a little for emphasis. His response was to lean forward and plant a quick kiss on her mouth. "Stop doing that and answer my question damn it!" She yelled the second his lips left hers.

"I'm me. Who else do I need to be to do what I do, when I wanna do it? As for why you…" His hands came up and gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place . "Picture this…" He leaned towards her until the tip of his nose touched hers, Gwen tried to swallow but her mouth had suddenly gone dry. "The last two people you see and touch are someone you absolutely hate and his pretty little cousin." Kevin continued, leaning towards her until their foreheads touched. "How many fantasies I had about killing your cousin were dwarfed by how many I had about fucking you senseless." She recoiled from him, releasing the grip on his shirt and attempting to back up, to get out of the room, to get somewhere safe... Somewhere that wasn't as unbearable hot as her room had suddenly become.

But the hold he had on her thighs tightened and Kevin's mouth crashed into hers with renewed vehemence, his tongue once again entering her mouth and sliding around as if it were trying to coax her tongue into dancing with it. He pushed Gwen back until once again she was on the floor with him looming above her, the kiss had not been broken but the grip he had on her right thigh was moving upward, slipping under the hem of her skirt and continuing on with a single-minded purpose.

She wasn't scared per say, it was more of a nervous titter in her stomach. This is so wrong… I have to stop him from doing this…stop him from going after Ben…Oh God… I don't want to though… this is bad…very…very bad…WHY…whywhywhy am I easily swayed by the whole 'bad boy' aspect? I-

Gwen stiffened when his fingers grazed over her panties; this made Kevin chuckle and he finally broke the kiss, pulling his tongue from her mouth. "Waz wrong?" There was no concern in his tone, merely dark amusement at the situation. It was only from the feel of his shirt brushing against her bare chest that she realized he had gotten her panting and breathless.

"I-" Gwen began and was stopped when he leaned back down and licked up the spit that had accumulated on her lips while he had been touring her mouth with his tongue. Kevin grinned down at her as if he knew what she had been thinking.

"Nervous?" He asked, hiking the leg he still had a grip on up so that her knee was fitted against his waist and he was kneeling between her legs. Oh you bastard…

"Oh pardon me," She snapped, sarcasm dripping thickly from her tone. "But it's hard for me to relax when I'm about to get raped."

"Mm." And he had the audacity to sound like he was seriously considering what she was saying. "It's not rape."

"Excuse me?" Gwen hissed venomously, glaring daggers at his cocky grin.

"It's not rape if you like it."

"And whatmakes you think I like anything about this?"

"Well for one…" The fingers under her skirt pressed down on her panties and against the fleshy entrance it covered; Gwen inhaled sharply and squirmed from the shivers that rippled up and down her spine. "You're wet." She blushed profusely but didn't relinquish the glare she had on him. "You haven't exactly done much to dissuade me or escape… not that I'd let either happen." Arrogant, no-good, son of a- "You haven't screamed for help… the walls here aren't that thick. Someone would hear you." …Damn it he's right, why didn't I think of that? "And you want it… touching and tonguing can only get so many reactions from the body… the way you're shivering and wriggling beneath me…" Kevin trailed off, a strangely wistful smile on his face. "So come on Gwenny…" He leaned down until their noses were almost touching and his hair formed a curtain around their faces, blocking her peripheral vision and making her focus solely on him. To her amazement all traces of arrogance left his face leaving only serious determination. "Believe it or not…" Not."I'll be gentle." As if to prove his point he placed a light kiss on her lips.

"Why is my consent so important to you?" She asked quietly. Oh God please… please let him make some dumb ass remark… please make this feeling in my stomach and my chest go away… please let me dislike him again…don't do this to me…to us…please don't make our live anymore difficult than they already are… please…

But as fate would have it… Gwen had no such luck.

"I like you Gwen." She felt as if the floor had just dropped from beneath her and she was falling. Kevin shrugged absently as if it were no big deal to him. "Besides… if you're willing then it will make things a lot less complicated when I visit you again." The arrogant smirk returned but Gwen's mind was stuck firmly on the first three words he had said as well as the last five. 'When I visit you again'…

"W-why would you come back…" She was scared again… but for distinctly different reasons than before. Oh please dear God don't do this to me…please don't make me like him…or his touch…please just let him leave and never come back again…please stop making me want him…It was a small, good natured laugh that came from him and for a moment -just a moment- Gwen thought everything Kevin had just said had been a joke, just some sick, horrible joke.

"Because I'm going to make a deal with you." Once again Gwen tried to swallow and found her throat horribly, horribly dry. "Like I said before… I thought about you a lot." And he grinned as if he were pleased with himself. "Let me make every one of my fantasies real and I'll never bother you, your cousin or anybody related to you ever again."

"How… how do I know you'll keep your word?"

"The fact that I'm offering isn't enough?" He sounded indignant and angry. "I could easily keep you locked up in here and fuck you until you pass out. And I can guarantee Gwen… you'll pass out before I do." Kevin smirked. "I could demolish this entire city in a day. Everyone dead and every building nothing but rubble, leaving only you… and me." His words were little more than rumbles from his chest to hers. "I regained my human form through my own strength." He murmured placing a gentle kiss on her trembling lips. "I ripped a hole in the dimension you trapped me in and escaped by my own strength. I destroyed that asteroid field and every single one of those little bastard creatures." The softness of his kisses contrasted harshly with the words he was saying. "A single, miserable city would be no challenge…" He murmured, the hand that had been resting on her panties tugged them aside and his fingers rubbed directly against her skin. Gwen gasped and shivered profusely. Oh God…what can I do? What the Hell are my options?

"Kevin," She hated the way she seemed to sob out his name. The aforementioned man quirked his head to one side, as if genuinely curious as to what she was going to say.

"Yes?" His smugness made her want to scream and punch things. Namely him.

"I-I…" Gwen swallowed hard, getting barely any spit, and blinked away the tears of frustration that pricked the corners of her eyes.

"Yes?" Kevin said in a casual manner, his fingers brushing almost lovingly against her. Gwen bit back a cry, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip. I can't think… I can't…I can't accept what he's offering… b-but the city… the people… Oh God… why can't I think while he's touching me!Screwing her eyes shut Gwen nodded, her bottom lip still trapped between her teeth.

"I didn't hear what you said Gwen. Say it a little louder." Now she really wanted to cry. Or scream. Most likely both.

"I-I… accept…" She whispered, her eyes still shut tightly.

"I'm sorry…" One of his fingers pushed against her roughly, making her heart pound and chest hitch. "My hearing must be getting bad… say it again."

"I accept your offer." Anger and annoyance were in Gwen's tone, her eyes snapping open and her teeth releasing her lip. His smile was positively wicked. "On one condition…" Kevin's grin faltered but this time he was genuinely curious as to what she would say. Moving her head up she whispered into his ear, it was far to embarrassing to say out loud while looking at his face.

The second she finished talking he started laughing. What worried Gwen was that it was real, genuine laughter.

"Fine. I accept." And as if to seal their agreement he leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't the gentle little kisses he had been giving her nor was it the porn quality make out tongue he'd forced on her earlier. It was… impassioned. She groaned, one hand moving up and resting on his shoulder. What have I done? What AM I doing? Why can't I stop… why don't I want to?And suddenly he stopped. He stopped kissing her, he stopped touching her, Hell he wasn't ever hovering above her anymore.

"What…?" And then she smelled it… "Oh shit my noodles!" Gwen scrambled to her feet, threw her bedroom door open and sprinted for the kitchen. "Shit." She hissed turning the hotplate off and staring at the melted Styrofoam cup and ramen mixture wafting in the bowl. Ugh… so much for dinner tonight.With a sigh Gwen wandered over to the window, and opened it. The smell would take a long time to be gone completely and she had run out of room spray three days ago. With an absent sigh she pressed her forehead against the glass, starring at the street lights that were slowly turning on, her mind drifting.

She caught Kevin's reflection in the window, watching with slight apprehension as he moved from her bedroom doorway towards her with that predatory look on his face again. Her brain panicked and began racing, trying to think up some way to distract him from ravaging her in her living room. "I still don't understand…" Gwen said turning around to face him and crossing her arms. "Couldn't you find someone less complicated to go after?" She tilted her head up in a defiant gesture and shifted so that her left hip was jutted out.

"Mm." He stepped closer and she stepped back until her butt was pressed against the sill. "I did… well tried." His hand came up and he twisted a strand of her hair between his fingers absently. "But… they were all complicated in one way or another…" He smirked. "You're probably the most stable person I know." That's actually… probably the saddest thing I've heard this week."Besides… the thought of screwing the cousin of the only person I consider to be my enemy turns me on."

"Your obsession with Ben makes me question your sexuality." His hand came up and for a moment she thought he was going to smack her, but he rested his palm on her cheek and leaned in.

"Interesting point. Aside from that fact that picturing him as anything other than a pile of blood and gristle makes me want to vomit." He wasn't even fazed by her remark which she found both surprising and entertaining.

"So you're saying your… desire… for me… is the basic opposites attract, 'good guy bad guy', forbidden interaction thing?" Actually it is kinda turns me on now that I think about it…

"Pretty much." His hand began roving downward and Gwen realized that his attention was waning and made a last ditch effort to bring it back.

"What a lame excuse." Kevin chuckled, brought his other hand up and pulled her into a kiss.