Pairing: #MayorQueen and #SwanQueen

Genre: Horror/Angst/Romance

A/N - As pleasing as it might sound to me, it might obviously turn out to be disturbing to you. But this kind of writing happens flawlessly for me. I expose all the demons inside of me effortlessly and write, with my fingers flying across the keyboard. And I'm not ashamed to say that this is delicious in every possible way. I never thought the Evil Queen would become a separate entity from Regina Mills on the show. But it happened, and once again, my guilty obsession with this pairing must be chewed on.

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"I want him dead."

Regina tumbled onto the two cushioned black leather chair, her dark hair tousled.

It was unbecoming of her redeemed self. That much was certain. But after the trip to New York, one thing lingered in her fatigued mind. One thing bloomed like a demon, unfolding and growing as she kept drawing herself back to Neal's apartment and the moments they had shared. And the way she had exposed every possible raw detail. The way her soul cried before Emma, begging her to see that she losing herself.

She had shed tears, crumbled, raged and softened.

And the distracted idiot sat slouched on that chair, with this constipated look on her face, as she possibly sucked on the hope of returning to Storybrooke. To run into Hook's arms. To be surrounded by warmth and the feel of his disgusting breath on that beautiful face.

The brunette angrily tossed her keys onto the glass table and growled, feeling her anger gnaw away inside a heaving chest.

"I want him dead. I want his..." she held up her clenched fists and stared at them, brown eyes glistening from tears, "...head on a silver tray. I want to make him suffer because he has taken away what I want. Yet again. How does he get what he wants when he's a villain as they claim I am?" Regina spoke to herself within the dimly lit mansion. Brown orbs fixated upon the mantelpiece and she stared.

"How does he come back? How does he...escape the shackles of death?"

In spite of her rage, she began to attack the round black cushion with a series of punches that brought forth tears, tearing away inside of her, the good thoughts from the bad ones. And discarding of the former. Allowing every possible good memory she had ever shared with Emma to dissolve into nothing because of the awakened pirate. Because he had succeeded whilst she once again, failed in every possible way.

"What is wrong with me?" She whined, her voice faltering into a broken line of sadness. "Why can't she love me?" Groaning, Regina tumbled forward and buried her weeping eyes into the soft leather, fraying away and falling under a depressed curse again.

"Mind if I help myself?" There was the clink of glasses and the rustle of a cork being unscrewed.

Immediately, she froze up, becoming completely aware of the other presence in the room, a demonic being she had turned to dust in New York.

It couldn't be possible, Regina's mind screamed as she slowly unfolded herself and sat up. It couldn't be possible that Hyde's words had substance. That the actuality of this devilish entity had managed to escape the arms of death once and for all. When she had been faced with a part of her that should have died; there within the room, the strong scent of her former perfume; a musky smell of roses and apples, surrounded the downstairs.

Widened brown orbs latched onto the sequined gown as the Evil Queen stood before the table, helping herself hungrily to a third glass of Whiskey. The swirling golden liquid sparkled under the yellow lamp, and with her back as stiff as a poker, the Queen drank as if she hadn't had a sip of liquid in years.

"Ahh!' The standing form exclaimed.

Licking her red painted lips, Regina, seated upon the chair still, watched in bewilderment as her former self sucked in an abundance of air, as if recharging that demonic soul.

"It feels good to be freed from your decomposing state. Tell me," eyes as black as coals were turned upon the brunette with shorter hair, "is there a stench of cowardice within this mansion, or is it just me?"

"I killed you," Regina's voice came out weaker than expected. She couldn't breathe. "I crushed your heart."

"Dear, don't you know?" With a maddening smile spreading across her gaunt face, the Queen stepped forward, hands planted on those slight hips, "you can never kill the Evil Queen."

"Yes I can," the sitting brunette said, feeling her throat become parched as several conflicting emotions swirled around inside an aching head. "I can finish you. I don't need you anymore -"

"Don't you?" The Queen lingered behind the glass table and bent over, black orbs becoming fiery like the demon she was. "As I can recall, you said something earlier. Just as I was filling this awfully disgusting castle with my glorious presence." Two hands gestured around wildly. "You said something along the lines of...murder." The last word was emphasised on tremendously as the kink in her back became further evident.

It appeared as if she wished to intimidate the 'almost too good' version of herself by closing the proximity between them.

"I can do murder," the standing form declared. "Easily as I do my hair every day. As easy as me sipping Whiskey. I doubt whether you can even kill a fucking fly being in the state you're in."

"For your information, I am not inclined in that direction anymore," Regina said from the chair, not too entirely decided upon whether she should sit or stand to face her demon. "I have come a long way, by doing good -"

"Doing good? Ha!" The Queen hoarsely laughed up at the ceiling and shook from amusement. "And how far have you come by doing good? You've become a ball of cotton wool, pining after a limp dick like Hood. Chasing after a useless fuck that swam into your heart all because of this ridiculous story about pixie dust. And then he dies. I think that calls for a celebration." Black orbs glowed.

Regina finally decided to stand up, feeling the arm of the black chair for support as she did. "Let's finish this once and for all."

"What are you going to do? Tickle me with a feather?" The Evil Queen grinned from where she stood, merely two feet away and as poised as ever. "You are weak. You are nothing. Your face reminds me of a sunflower buried into a teddy bear's fluff. Sickening. I don't know what's worst; you crumbling everything we worked for over the years into this disgusting mess of mush. Or your satisfaction in a man."

She conjured up a fireball. That much was attempted. Until the growing flame quickly disappeared upon her upturned palm. Regina stared at the occurrence as if the actuality was an injustice. To be standing before her former self like that, carrying out a normal conversation. Her worst fear. Her worst nightmare, standing there in full glory and never inching close to death. It was alarming.

"I don't expect you to understand why I made the choices I did after all these years," she attempted to explain to a demon that possibly couldn't care less. "But there was a point in time when I decided that reconciliation and love and understanding was the only way forward -"

"The only way forward is with you using your magic to gain control of yourself again!" The Evil Queen reminded her. "For you to fuel that hatred inside of you again and use it to get whatever it is that you want. And what you want right now is the Saviour. Isn't that what you want, weakling?"

"Don't call me that," Regina glared at the other woman and felt herself growing angrier. "I am not weak. I have pulled through so much to arrive here. And I have loved. And lost. And picked myself up again -"

"This is unbelievable," the Queen said, turning her back on the shorter hair woman in the room, her footsteps leading closer to the grand staircase.

"Many times I was tempted to revert back to my old self which is you," the brunette said whilst her mind searched for a way to dissolve the Evil Queen. "But I began to realize that if I did, I would lose everyone I love. The people who have given me another chance to be in their lives. My friends."

"The little bitch who couldn't keep a secret," the poised brunette slapped the bannister of the staircase and spun around gracefully. She showed her teeth, fangs as if to warn an anticipated attack. "The wolf and her wrinkly grandmother. The Charming man who once sentenced you to be killed in the square before everyone without caring. And then there's this blonde product of True Love that you swoon over. But she couldn't care less about your feelings or your words because she's a love sick puppy in love with a man who fucked whores on ships and drank himself into a stupor to chase away the stains on his deformed heart."

When the words stopped flowing from that ungodly mouth, the Queen showed her fangs again. "Look at you, Regina Mills. And tell me which one of us is better off dead."

How could she kill her? The shorter hair brunette stood in the centre of the hall and pondered on that thought. How could she fail in her earlier attempt to murder this part of her? This part that was not the woman she wished to become again? How could she get rid of something that fed on the darkness in this world and latched onto her existence as if there was unfinished business? What had she gotten herself into with this potion concocted by Hyde? There had been consequences.

And then the answer loomed inside her cobwebbed mind.

Could it be possible that the only way to kill the Evil Queen was for her to kill both of them at once?

Was that what this had come to? The stupid move made on her side to bring to life this demon that wouldn't dissolve until both of their souls were snuffed out?

"I could kill him for you," the Queen declared proudly, spreading her arms wide open. "I can do what you don't have the guts to do. I can find him and wring his fucking neck. And then dispose of his body before you can blink twice. Then Miss Swan will have no choice but to run to you with her beating heart exploding for love and warmth and understanding. Isn't that what you want?"

"She doesn't love me back," Regina said, her throat beginning to ache from the visions swarming around that thought.

"That's not a problem. We'll make her love you. That's what you're always good at," the Queen said confidently. "Your sexual appeal. The way you stole hearts and turned everyone's knees into jelly when you swept into a room. Every man wanted you if you wanted them to. And this sack of blonde hair and all goodness and spice will fall on her knees for you. If you let me intervene."

"No," the shorter hair brunette said, although the feeling of accomplishing exactly that was tempting. "I can't accept those terms. I am not like that anymore."

"You weak little fuck -"

"That's enough," Regina hissed, and with her fists clenched, she strode forward whilst channelling enough magic with those hands to push forward.

The Evil Queen easily deflected every attempt made by the softer version of herself to cause harm. Too easily. In fact, she was becoming amused by the display of utter embarrassment. By the softening of brown orbs that clearly showed signs of a loving heart. Of a hard heart becoming too pure. She felt challenged, compelled to enact some kind of punishment that would bring forth the surge of evil and power that once ruled over that human vessel.

"In my days, I would have fucked someone like you," the Queen said smirking, "for the mere pleasure of it. Your soft curves and undying need to be cuddled. I would have thrown you onto a bed and licked every part of your body with my hungry tongue. Because you're not me now. We're not the same person. I would purposely fuck you until you scream because of our differences. Because you remind me of my urge to control. To have someone like you under me as I take what I want."

Regina was left to stare at her demonic self standing by the staircase and she couldn't breathe. She couldn't process everything that had been said, to a point where her knees had begun to indeed turn into jelly. The rawness of the words uttered. The evil behind those statements. A hungry appetite to feed off of anything sane enough to become twisted. It was maddening. It was an injustice to have something like this demon remain in the world.

Of course, the throwing of fireballs and the surges of magic began to shake the mansion. Within seconds, the two of them were advancing on each other in long strides; one wearing her knee high brown boots and the other wearing a pair of dangerously high black boots that made the Queen tower above her other self. So passionate their fight was, that the shorter hair brunette felt herself using the strongest kind of magic she had ever used in a long time. Yet her power was no match for the Evil Queen.

Over and over again she was slapped with the truth; that she had become nothing like the controlling woman who challenged her into a duel. Nothing like the woman who rampaged villages and beheaded peasants. She couldn't compare to a Queen's stride that frightened thousands as she stole power and tasted blood from fallen supporters of Snow White. No. Instead, all Regina felt was how weak love had made her become. How she had loved Robin to override her feelings for Emma. And how that trip to New York had awakened every inch of her body to a woman who couldn't care less about a redeemed Queen.

"You don't give a shit about me!" Regina screamed, and she snatched up a red vase, pelting it at the Evil Queen who smashed the object with a grin. "I have reached this far without you! I don't need you anymore!"

"You need me to kill him for you," the Queen reminded her. "Embrace me. Do it. Then give yourself a chance to taste darkness again. You like it. You'll miss it. You'll revert easily. Not completely but just enough to get what you want. And what you want is Emma."

"You need to leave me alone," the shorter hair brunette warned, her insides quivering. "For good. I can't do this with you inside of me. She thinks that I'm still a monster -"

In a flash, she was swept back against the wall, her back slapping the hard wood as they both came face to face. Dangerously close. So close, one could smell the disgusting White Diamond perfume whilst the other tried to shut out the scent of roses and the bitter smell of darkness. Of evil. Of something dead and rotten, corpse-like without a care for the living. Someone whose breath tasted like the lingering scent of a lost one, a remembrance of death and graveyards. Of the high rising moon casting its light upon tombstones whilst the dead walked among us within the shadows of the night.

That is where this thing belonged. The Evil Queen that appeared pasty with a blackened heart.

Both of them were breathing hard, and the scrambling ensued, as Regina lashed out at the corset she used to adore, the sequined gown she used to savour. There had been a time for everything. A time when she would have revelled in her appearance in the mirror; of the woman trying to seduce her. Of the demon. Her breath was snatched away as their lips met forcefully, the taste of something dark and dangerous, something deadly and poisonous kissing her. Fingers ran pathways through choppy hair as she struggled between the wall and the Evil Queen, feeling how her own tongue was being used to torment and to tease.

Her bottom lip was bitten and pulled, chewed on and then whilst she was held firmly and powerfully against the wall, the Queen used her teeth on honey coloured skin. Grazing a pathway along a perfect jawline, then down a throat that quivered from fear. Regina's parted lips allowed a hoarse scream to slip out, as she was boldly devoured by a hungry mouth and a rough hand that slipped between her parted legs. She was losing her sanity. Her black leather skirt was tugged upwards, and even as she struggled, the strength inside of her was swept away.

There was something alluring about being manhandled that way. Of being reminded of what she once desired. Something Robin could never give her. He could never man the top with such confidence. Could never put up a challenge she craved for. Which was why she had loathed over Emma. Even as those kinked fingers slipped inside of her, fingers belonging to the devil, she allowed her demented mind to twist the Evil Queen's form into the one woman her heart craved for. The tongue that licked her burning skin belonged to the blonde. Dark tendrils that slipped from a high and perfectly fixed hairstyle strayed into the slice of space between their faces.

And those same dark tendrils turned into blonde ones.

"Your Majesty," the Evil Queen hissed, pinning the shorter hair brunette to the wall and delving lower, gracefully falling to her knees. "What do you want me to do to you?"

Emma's voice.

Regina licked her lips, eyes squeezed shut. "Anything you want," she whispered, squirming as the feel of hair brushed her exposed thighs.

The Queen proceeded to lick the delicate honey coloured skin between parted legs as she grinned, deliciously savouring every part of the weakened form of herself. This weakling was incredulously scrumptious. Her teeth grazed across flesh and felt how the woman above her trembled. Wanting so much more. Wanting to be loved in this way. To be fucked until her screams filled the mansion. Evil never accomplished anything better than reminding the good sack of mush of what she could achieve. Of what she could feel.

Power.

"Yesssss," Regina's choppy hair that tumbled onto her shoulders stuck to sweaty shoulders as she threw her head back. Her legs were wrapped around the Queen's neck, as the stooping woman used her mouth to taste and chew on that part of the short haired brunette that craved attention.

That same mouth that breathed a poisonous form of breath licked and sucked the core of herself, feeling how wet the current version of them both had begun to let go.

By the time she was done with her, the Evil Queen was satisfied beyond expectation. Unfolding herself, she licked her lips and laughed at the ceiling. Her chest heaved as her current form tumbled to the floor, just near the wall like a loose sack of potatoes.

Then there was the roar in her ears. The Queen felt her mind begin to unwind, like a freshly oiled clock, she stood up and stood straight and grinned. Her grin made her appear like a demon twisted beyond repair. She was uncurling like poison coated rose petals, already leaving her bitterness on the softened skin of the woman trying to peel herself away from the corner of the room.

Regina couldn't breathe. She sat there with her chest heaving and her black leather jacket twisted around those honey coloured arms whilst the demon lurked in close proximity. Her neck had been sucked raw, teeth leaving marks across those exposed shoulders and between those aching legs. Quivering, the short haired brunette fumbled with herself, trying to gain composure whilst the beast inched nearer. She was coming in again, to feed off of Regina's innocence gained, off of her redeemed soul.

"Come to me," the Queen pleaded, her blood red painted nails gesturing for the order to be complied with. "Come let us play before we have fun in the dark."

"No," Regina hoarsely objected, giving into her strength escaping as she stood up slowly.

"You're the host to my blackened soul," the Evil Queen reached up to unclasp her dark hair and long tendrils tumbled down to waist length, sleek hair. "What I want, I am given."

"You take one step nearer, and I will incinerate you," the shorter hair brunette warned with a pointed finger.

Hoarse laughter filled the air, a pealing quality following after as the mansion filled with the evil sounds of something demonic and out of that world. Something freshly unearthed, its sickly black blood travelling across the floor and surrounding the current form of Regina. The form that had lost Robin and had fallen in love with Miss Swan. The very same form that had befriended Snow White. She didn't cower. Regina didn't tremble this time, but she pushed her shoulders back in all purpose and sucked in enough air. Then the two of them strode towards each other, in all their glory and anger.

The collision was splendidly disturbing, because as one closed her fingers around the other one's neck, it was the Queen who sought out her own weakness and attacked it. Immediately, even as she was being choked, the evil entity tore away at the other woman's red shirt and latched her hands onto the swell of honey coloured breasts. Grabbing and holding onto them. Watching how those softened brown eyes grew wider as she arched her back.

The Evil Queen cackled from how her impact on the other woman made her tremble and become rigid. And squeezing those glorious orbs of softness, she rubbed her thumbs upon erect nipples gingerly, whist walking them back to the table near the wall.

"I've been waiting on this for a long time," the owner of blackened orbs hissed, pushing Regina onto the oak surface and shoving her legs apart. "Let me show you and remind you of what you're missing. Of what you've always wanted. Because you've never wanted a man. You've always wanted a woman. A woman as powerful as the woman you used to be. Feel me..." The Queen shoved two fingers into the shorter hair brunette and watched how those softened brown eyes grew fiery.

Over and over again she thrust her way into the other woman, feeling glorious when Regina's legs wrapped around her sequined gown. Feeling herself begin to unwind and breathe again, how the air inside of her became electrified. A twisted mind grew dizzy when both of their bodies began to shake and convulse from waves of pleasure whilst she unfolded the neatly pressed form of Madame Mayor and creased her in every possible way. In every possible fashion until she began to beg, hoarsely cry out.

Vines wound themselves around the twisting form between the wall and the Evil Queen, strong black vines that twisted and captured the prey. Until Regina was a captive in her own mansion by the one woman who had become shattered and possessed by darkness to the highest point in existence.

"Do you like that?" the Queen pushed her face nearer and licked honey coloured skin belonging to the shorter hair woman slowly, leading a pathway from a trembling neck to between the swell of glorious breasts. "I like to taste my catch before torturing them."

"What are you -" Her brown orbs were as wide as saucers when a smirk appeared on the devil's face, a pastier version of her own face.

"Let me show you what real fun looks like," said the Evil Queen, and in a flash, a black, and demonic looking dagger appeared in her right hand. Clasping the black leather handle one finger at a time, her eyes shone. Her eyes resembled a monster's eyes, just before the attack. Just before the moment when she would leap and rip her prey to pieces.

Regina couldn't complain. She didn't have the energy to protest, but remained there, wrapped and held down inside those black vines whilst the Queen slowly inched the tip of the dagger towards her weaker form's throat.

"If you're going to...kill me, then get going."

"Kill you?" The Queen threw back her head and laughed at the ceiling. "Dear, I would never dream of killing you. You can't kill the host. What will the demon feed of off? What will the darkness latch itself onto?"

"That...dagger," Regina tasted something salty in her mouth and wondered if it was the presence of blood. "I used that dagger to gut many men in my time."

"That we did. And what a masterpiece it was after I would slice them open like a herring and I'd watch the blood trail a pathway across the floor."

"Staining my forever polished floors -"

"The dungeon," continued the Evil Queen, whilst Regina studied her own evilly formed face, "was my preferred place of torture. But there was also something alluring about murdering a human soul within my library. A room with many secrets. I'd stab," she made a jabbing movement filled with anger into thin air, "over and over again. Until the light went out in their eyes, like a candle's flame dying."

Regina licked her lips whilst watching the beast's demonstrations. "I also used my sword to run them through on several occasions..."

Their eyes met. One smirked whilst the other still appeared slightly fearful.

"Every soul I took away, made me stronger. But never the children. I would never kill a child. I wanted my own child so badly, none of them wanted to stay with me," even when a saddened look was supposed to wash over that gaunt face, nothing like that occurred.

She didn't wish to bring up Henry. Not when this demon could destroy him easily.

"Every tattoo reminded me of something special..."

"Maleficent," Regina said to the Evil Queen, their eyes meeting again.

"My first woman crush that actually led further than a kiss. Tell me, is she in this world? I believe we do have unfinished business."

"It seems as if I always have unfinished business with you screaming inside of me," Regina confessed, the hoarse quality of her voice in no comparison to the Queen's stronger tone. "Maleficent is bonding with her daughter. She doesn't have time for your mind games."

"I would just remind her of what I taste like..."

"The only person I wish to taste me is Emma Swan..." Regina confessed, never realizing that she was opening up in this kind of dark situation. "I want to make love to her so passionately, it takes all the strength I have to contain myself."

The Queen drew nearer. She smirked. "Go on...elaborate for me..."

Brown orbs belonging to the prisoner against the wall fluttered close. "When we were in New York, all I wanted to do was rip her clothes off and restrain her in that room. I wanted to chew on her like a lettuce stick, or as if she was an apple tart. Suck on her neck like a vampire..."

The Evil Queen inhaled deeply, a smile spreading across her face. "You want to drive your tongue between her legs and taste all of what Swan has to offer, don't you?"

"Yesss," Regina hissed, her knees growing jelly weak. "More than you will ever know."

"Oh I know, dear," said the Queen, licking her lips slowly. "I've seen this Emma Swan and believe me, I would like to fuck her whole night long."

"But the pirate has her now," Regina's voice rose, "and I can't...even get into her head or her heart because she's blinded by his atrocious love and -" she gasped when her vision was obstructed by that pasty face once more, the glittery sequins shining.

"For old time's sake," the Queen suddenly said, whilst she ran the tip of the dagger across the other woman's exposed breasts. "Remember how you used to spice things up with the handle of a leather bound knife? When you used to use this very knife on yourself?"

Regina swallowed hard. "Yes. But I have not had the time to pleasure myself these past few years. With all the drama that has been raging through my life."

"Oh you must pleasure yourself!" The Queen seemed astonished that it hadn't been done. "How do you expect to maintain a healthy sexual appetite? How do you expect to please Miss Swan?"

"I will please her. I have no doubts about that."

"Like this?" The Evil Queen bravely ran the leather bound handle between her double's parted thighs, and inched upwards slowly, those brown orbs glowing.

Regina's lips quivered. She braced herself for the next level to come and hoped that it would be as rough and pleasurable as possible. Because her body missed those days. When within her room, she would ride the handle of that dagger until a limit was reached that made her scream and convulse over and over again.

"But you know what? I wouldn't please you as yet," the Queen said sweetly. "I will let you crave that extra taste of pain so that your body aches more and more for Emma. So that you will run to her and do what must be done." She pressed her lips onto the shell of her current self's right ear. "You must fuck her senseless."

"Yes," Regina whispered, trembling against the Queen. "I must."

When she felt teeth slowly begin to bite into her neck, she didn't squirm. No. Regina allowed it. She embraced the pain and the feel of the dagger barely piercing between her legs by an inch. Slowly the Queen began to thrust in and out. Barely. Whilst she sucked on honey coloured skin and chewed, drawing blood. It was delicious to her and eventually satisfying to Regina who remained there within those vines, nearing the edge dangerously whilst her guilty mind envisioned Emma pressed against that heaving body.

Then something changed.

When those brown orbs widened, her eyes weren't soft anymore but speckled with the flames of a fire that had burned many years ago. Her eyes had become fiery, as she became consumed with the feeling of darkness that had raged on and fuelled control. Regina stiffened, sequined material bunched between her fingers and she didn't find it necessary to breathe in that moment. No. The feeling of slipping into the thick black pits of hell was welcoming and destructive at the same time. Even as every part of her mind began to restructure itself, as a stronger and more cunning entity, those glowing brown orbs resembled the ones belonging to the Evil Queen once more.

And when she finally took in a chunk of air through parted lips, her insides felt powerful again. No longer was she weak or crumbling. No longer was she in doubt or fighting with the woman she had once been. This time, both of them had been merged and meshed together flawlessly, so that her upgrade could provide the grounds for trickery beyond imagination.

"Come now," said the Evil Queen, standing up and stepping back to admire her success, "we have work to do, dear."

Regina stood up with her back as stiff as a poker and those brown eyes flicked to her doubled self. "Indeed we do. Lead the way."

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A.N - Review? Do you want more? When Hook gets killed? Regina and Emma scenes?