A/N: Okay well this is incredibly mature, so please do not read if you do not like. Thanks for RXMFanReaderFics for the prompt and inspiration, I hope it lives up to your expectations :). But ANYWAY rated M for a reason, please be aware of this! I'm personally not too sure of this.
An Addams honeymoon was somewhat disturbing, as expected. But Joel adored it. Joel adored Wednesday, he'd do anything for her. Anything. His life, his soul, his mind, his body. He was hers to toy with.
That's not to say he did not thirst the possess her in the same way she possessed him. Meeting her at Chippewa had unleashed a demon within him, a dark passion that was welcomed, embraced in the Addams family. Wednesday had met her equal, her kindred spirit in Joel. He possessed the same ruthlessness as she did, but only between them. In public he was her leash, her good side, the only one that brought out her loving nature, but only between them.
She was no longer the same psychopath when he followed her in revenge at Chippewa, he was no longer the boy controlled by his mother and his allergies. She'd released the beast within him.
Their wedding night was explosive to say the least – it was then he stopped their love making to hunt out anymore explosives she may have rigged to the bed or such wise. He'd taken revenge for the small burns on his upper body by shackling her to the bed head and having his wicked way with her.
She'd growled, screamed and cussed, her moans echoing in the abandoned prison as his tongue worked wonders over her body.
The first night was his.
The second night was hers. She'd made him twist into unnatural ways and made him crave the feel of a riding crop against his skin.
The third night had been a fierce battle for dominance but after a gruelling fight, Joel won. Her screams again echoed throughout the old infirmary where he had her several times.
"Joel." She groaned as they spooned in the bunk of one of the cells. Wednesday would never have guessed she enjoyed the press of his naked chest against her bare back, especially not from her vampire sleep position as a child.
"Wednesday." He whispered, arms tightening around her, the ghosts of other cells making sure the couple knew the disruption was unwelcome, if anything it made them worse.
"I love you." She whimpered as his fingers brushed over the healing marks across her back, her nails scraping into his thigh behind her.
The fourth night had been one of shared passion; an unnatural truce for the Addams family, but it was one of the most intimate and that's why they lay curled together in a haunted prison, listening to the poltergeists.
When they left the prison back to the Addams abode, they looked at the rusting bars and the dusty corridors and knew, like her parents they'd have another honeymoon. Possibly to the Bermuda Triangle.