Title: The One You're With
Chapter: One Shot!
Characters/Pairings: Az/Cain, mentions of Az/Zero, DG/Cain, and DG/Jeb
Spoilers/Warning: NC-17
Summary: If you can't have the one you want, have the one you're with.
Disclaimer: Tin Man and all its characters belong to Sci-Fi, RHI Entertainment, NBC Universal Television. The Wizard of Oz is the property of L. Frank Baum. I'm just doing a bit of borrowing.
Author's Note: So I found this while I was cleaning up my documents and decided to finish it real quick and get it posted so I can delete it. :p Please let me know what you think!
"You have got to be kidding me," Azkadellia growls as she throws back the canvas flap and comes to a halt. Unfortunately, her sudden stop causes the man hot on her heels to slam into her back and vault her into the room. She regains her footing and takes a long, deep breath before turning slowly to face him. "I swear Cain, if you don't stay the hell away from me I'm going to-"
"Suck out my soul?" Cain taunts. He steps into the tent, catches sight of the cot, and curses under his breath. "I'm not sleeping on that with you."
"Well I'm glad you feel that way," Azkadellia says, her voice mocking, "because you're staying outside."
"I've had a long day Princess." Cain narrows his eyes. "I need a good night's rest if I plan to chase after you all damn day tomorrow."
"You're not the only one that had a trying day," Azkadellia counters.
"Oh, that's right," Cain feigns. He takes a step farther into the tent. "I guess it's good they only left us one cot then since you'll be spending the evening with your boyfriend in the holding wagon."
Azkadellia's eyes widen in outrage and she takes a threatening step towards Cain. "How did you-"
"Don't give me that look," Cain snorts and rolls his eyes. "I saw your reaction when we released him from the Maiden. You had to physically restrain yourself from going to him."
"Shut up," Azkadellia hisses and steps forward so she's only inches away from Cain.
Cain glares at her. "You may want to take a step back Princess."
"Why, Cain?" Azkadellia raises her eyebrows. "Can't take the heat?"
"You're not my type," Cain says acidly.
"Oh that's right," Azkadellia says sarcastically. "I'm a little too old for you, aren't I? Isn't it a little sad you're in love with your son's girlfriend? What's the saying Cain?" Her smirk turns into a sneer. "Out with the old, in with the new?"
Cain leans even farther forward so that their noses are nearly touching. "She may be a little younger than me but she's a whole lot more virtuous than that murderer of yours."
"At least he wants a real woman."
Neither is sure who moves first, but a split second later Cain's hands have somehow found the back of Azkadellia's neck and he pulls her into a crushing kiss. She secures one hand around his shoulder while the other slithers all the way up his chest. He groans when she nips his bottom lip with her teeth and then dips forward against his lips again. All he can think about is how good her body feels flush against his own.
She pulls back enough just far enough to mumble 'cot' against his lips. He pushes forward, still kissing her roughly, until the back of her legs hit the edge of the cot and then his lips find the curve of her neck as she begins trying to unbutton his shirt. Her deft fingers push a few of the buttons through the holes but it's just not fast enough for her so she grasps either side of the shirt and pulls as hard as she can. The remaining buttons soar into the air and she nearly whoops in satisfaction.
"Hey," Cain breathes, "this is my favorite shirt."
Azkadellia smirks at him and says very clearly "I don't care" before pushing her lips against his once more. She grinds her hips into him and grins inwardly when she feels him harden against her. With a growl, Cain pushes her backwards onto the cot. He rips off his tattered shirt and kicks off his shoes as she pushes herself to the edge of the cot and unbuckles his belt. She quickly releases the button and zipper of his slacks and looks up to find him staring down at her intently. She grins at him mischievously and releases him from the pants. His eyes close and his breath quickens when she expertly twists her fingers around his shaft.
After a few moments Cain suddenly pulls her to her feet and begins kissing her again while his fingers work the laces on her dress. She's actually impressed at how quickly he manages to undress her and before she knows it he's gently easing them backwards onto the cot.
Once she is flat against the cot, Azkadellia plants her feet against the thin mattress and arches her back so that his cock is rubbing pleasurably back and forth against her. She moans and just as she's about to cum, Cain pulls away from her. The smirk on his face is enough to make her want to slap him. Instead, she lets her fingernails run down his sides; gently at first and then rough enough to break the skin. Cain hisses in pain, his eyes darkening. As an act of revenge he plunges into Azkadellia without warning and covers her gasp of surprise by pressing his mouth against hers.
After that it's a blur of slick bodies and hot mouths grinding against each other as both of them compete for dominance until Azkadellia rolls Cain off the cot. He lands on his back against the floor with a thud and is about to ask her what the hell that was all about when she suddenly appears over him, eyebrows raised challengingly. She stoops down, straddling his waist with her feet flat on the ground, and lowers herself onto him. Cain groans and begins rubbing small circles against her clit while she rocks back and forth on top of him.
They continue in this way until Azkadellia can take it no longer. With a cry, she throws her head back as the orgasm wracks through her body. Cain takes the opportunity to lift her hips and, while she's still shuddering with pleasure, continues to pump into her faster and faster until his own orgasm follows hers a moment later.
Afterwards, once their breathing has returned, Azkadellia turns to Cain and says with sugary sarcasm, "You're still sleeping outside."