Okay, so confession: Keli is another one of my crack!ships hehe. This is an AU fic in which Keli has hot sex. Basically, the only way I figured they could ;)
Both Eli and Katie are assassins, and they fell in love while on a job. Katie with Jake, Eli with Clare. Their organization found out, and killed Clare and Jake. Katie and Eli don't like each other, hate each other even...but they understand each other's pain. They're now back at their facility, being re-indoctrinated before they're trusted to do more assassination missions (very loosely based on Dark Angel).
Also, I'd recommend listening to "Help I'm Alive," by Metric, the Styte Remix, while reading this. I got inspiration from that as well :)
Hope you enjoy this!
I don't own a thing.
-x-
She threw her plate right at his head during lunch hour.
Everyone else chalked it up to Katie being, well...Katie.
Not him though.
He looked at her like he knew.
They already had to pull her off him during a sparring session earlier that morning.
I tremble
They're gonna eat me alive
If I stumble
They're gonna eat me alive
He sneaks into her quarters late at night.
Their nightly ritual.
"Get out," she seethes.
He shuts the door behind him.
"Get. Out!" she barks, thrusting him against the door, a knife to his neck.
He smirks.
She bares her teeth, nicking his skin.
He grinds his jaw as a trickle of blood falls.
She drops the blade.
Can you hear my heart
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
She pulls him against her, her back pressed to the wall. His leather jacket is the first thing to go. She starts biting along his neck; he growls.
She sucks along his jaw, almost at his lips when he turns her around roughly.
They never kiss.
A kiss is intimate, saved for lovers.
She almost forgot.
He pushes her against the wall with a hard shove. The plaster is cold on her face. She moans, nownownow.
He rips off her belt. Step one.
He fumbles with her zipper, panting in her ear. Step two.
He pushes her jeans down just above her knees. Step three.
She bites her lip when he scratches her skin, so eager.
He enters her and she hisses, never quite ready.
Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
His thrusts are hard. Rough. Fast. Hitting her right theretherethere.
Her breath gets caught, and she feels like she's choking.
He grabs her breast with one hand, circles her clit with the other.
She purrs, her head rolling back on his shoulder.
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender
Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train
"Don't think of him," he commands. "Don't fucking think of him."
She reaches an arm back to grab his hair so it hurts.
She rolls her hips, and his hands make their way to her waist.
Bruises, she thinks. And smiles.
Good, he thinks, and grips her tighter to wipe that smug pout off her face.
Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
They're on the floor now. She's on top, pushing on his chest for leverage. His eyes are fluttering, his breathing ragged.
She scratches; red, angry lines.
He likes the welts. Now he looks like what he feels.
Animals, the both of them. Wounded, broken animals fucking because if they killed each other, they'd have no one.
She's holding her breasts, keening.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fuckfuckfuck..." over and over she screams.
They don't look at each other.
If we're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
She's bent over the table now.
Open and willing, and wishing he was someone else.
He spits on his fingers, touches them to her slit.
Her legs are shaking.
He grips her ass, smacking once.
Her nails scrape the edges of the table.
He wants to taste her; wants her on her knees looking up at him with her big blue-
No oral, they swore. No kissing, no affection. Just fucking. And he doesn't want big blue eyes staring at him. Katie seems to favour 'doggie,' but he thinks it's only because they don't have to look at each other. He respects her for that. But he'll never thank her.
He slows his pace now, teasing her.
She likes it; he's good at what he does.
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart still beats
He's close, she knows. So she bites his shoulder to remind him that she has to come first.
"Katie," he rasps, "Katie-" and she slaps him hard on the cheek.
"Don't say my name," she snarls. "Don't ever say my name."
Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
"Clare," he utters, continuing to thrust. "ClareClareClare." A mantra.
And her whole body locks and tightens, and she's immobile for a second.
"Jake!" she cries, her voice quaking as she comes.
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender
They lie in silence next to each other.
"You can leave now," she says after a while.
He rolls off the bed and starts putting his clothes back on.
"Same time tomorrow?" he smirks, and for some reason, it hurts.
Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train
She turns over, away from him.
"This is sick," he begins softly. She doesn't want soft anything from him. "I feel...sick," he tries again. It's the closest he'll ever come to saying sorry.
Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
"I feel fucked," she answers, cold and calculating.
If we're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
His smile is dangerous. And she feels a little satisfied that he seems to hate her.
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
"Thanks for the fuck," he says. Sharp. Intending to cut.
She's all smiles, signaling she's about to rip him apart.
And my heart's still
Beating like a hammer
"It must really be hard knowing that Clare only loved you because she didn't know that you're broken." She always went too far.
But she couldn't stop. They were going to be pumped full of meds again tomorrow; her begging for more, him begging for less. This was as real as anything ever got between them. She had to remind him not to be gentle with her. She had to make him hurt as much as she did. "Poor Eli...even broke her in the end, didn't you?"
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
She almost wants to die when she sees the pain in his eyes.
She wishes Clare was alive again, just for him. And Jake for her. But it doesn't do to dwell on dreams.
She wishes he could be what she wants, what she needs, what she loves.
She wishes he wouldn't come through that door every night, so at least one of them can stay sane.
She hates that she breaks everything she touches.
"It's funny," he laughs bitterly, "because no matter how much you want people to hate you, it'll never come close to how much you hate yourself, sweetheart."
Her face falls.
Only Jake ever called her sweetheart. JakeJakeJake.
"Oh, and by the way," Eli manages lowly, turning the door handle. "They made me watch their tapes today. I had to see them die."
He slinks out the door before he can see anything tender from her. He doesn't want anything tender from her.
Maybe tomorrow will be the day she finally kills him.
But tomorrow, when she's wet and wanting, he'll tell her he lied.
At least one of them should stay sane.
Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Oh, this was angsty! eh? Well, they are the two beasts in the fantastic four, so it's all we can expect :( Review lovely? :)