Disclaimer: I most unfortunately do not own any of these characters...They just spend a lot of time doing it in my head…
Gold
It's kinda like love, But you cannot own it. It's kinda like sex, But you can't phone it in. It's kinda like greed, But you cannot possess it.
It's kinda like sin, But you cannot confess it. -Eddie from Ohio, "The Simile Song"
His carefully constructed and meticulously maintained wall, the one that held back the lifetimes of darkness, shattered into a million shards of love and sorrow the moment he saw her wrapped so lewdly around the other man. He saw the man kiss her with ungentle lips, and the Beast within rumbled. He noted the way the man's crude hands roamed the body that only he had ever known, gently and lovingly, on the night she had escaped Regina's evil clutches and her memory returned; and the slumbering dragon inside Mr. Gold slowly uncoiled and stretched its claws.
The violent roar of blood in his ears made the next few minutes a blur as anguish and anger tumbled over each other in their determined attempts to gain control of Mr. Gold's rapidly darkening thoughts. Belle, no not Belle, Lacey had as much as dismissed him, telling him that she agreed to go on a date with him only out of pity. She'd made it perfectly clear that she actually preferred the rough, impersonal, practically slobbering attentions of that buffoon, Nottingham, before she stormed off angry and annoyed that her best prospect for the evening seemed to have fled.
Gold knew at that moment his Belle was truly gone and the gulf between himself and Lacey was just too wide. He lost all hope, regardless of Charming's surely sage dating advice, this woman would never fall in love with him. The brave, sweet creature who had given her everything to save her family, her friends, and her people - who had come to love even him, the Dark One, the Beast - was snuffed out, possibly forever.
Gold walked slowly to his car, leaning heavily on his cane. He realized that all he would have left of his beloved Belle were his own memories. Even his treasured chipped teacup, a memento of her he had kept close for thirty years, was smashed; no more than a bag of shards about the same size and in the same state as his heart. He closed his eyes and pressed his hand to the cool brick of the building next to his parked car. Mr. Gold bowed his head, tucking his chin to his chest while his shoulders shook silently.
He thought longingly of their desperate and sweet lovemaking the night he'd brought magic to Storybrooke, the night she'd remembered everything. He would have been happy just to hold her in his arms and count himself the luckiest sot in any realm, but she had wanted everything. Thirty years of lost time was wiped away in the bliss of lips and tongues and bodies intertwined. Her beautiful blue eyes were full of love as he held her and asked her to show him the way of her pleasure. Moving her hand to her most sensitive place and covering it with his own, she'd guided him in her rhythm, bucking and moaning herself to her first shuddering orgasm in the presence of another. Then slowly and sweetly, he had savored her innocence; filling her and rocking them gently together until he found his own release, buried as deeply as possible in the heaven of her warmth and wetness.
Bloody fucking Regina and that miserable worm, Hook! His thoughts abruptly dark again as he considered ways in which he could torture them. The one person who still saw a shred of good in him was gone and they were each as culpable. Oh, he would loathe himself as he always did, for never being able touch anything good without breaking it, but he must make Hook and Regina pay dearly for their crimes against his innocent love. The dragon inside Rumplestiltskin arched its back like a cat and unfurled its leathery wings while he considered the particular sufferings he would most assuredly visit upon them. Death was too easy and not nearly imaginative enough, he thought, as he turned to move around to the driver's side of his car.
He saw Nottingham approach and heard him speak, felt himself answer the vile pig, and one golden eye cracked open before the dragon roared to life. Blind rage and the ozone tang of magic filled his senses and he gave himself over to it utterly. He could see the man's silent screams as he ripped out his tongue with a flick of his wrist, he could hear bones cracking and flesh purpling as he rained vicious blows with his cane on the asshole who'd just had his filthy hands and mouth all over Belle, his sweet, darling Belle.
And then she was there, staring at him with bloodlust and something else entirely dripping from her eyes as she eagerly watched him beat the shit out of Nottingham in a fury of rage and disappointment. No, he reminded himself, it was Lacey who watched him with unabashed appraisal in her steady blue gaze, not Belle.
He heard her speak as if from a great distance and his awareness snapped back in close. Once again he was calm, cool Mr. Gold of Storybrooke, unflappable in his quiet, unmovable strength, though the unrivaled power of the Dark One now seethed just barely below the surface. "You really are as dark as people say you are," Lacey breathed as she sauntered closer to him, hips swaying seductively and her eyes burning with desire.
"Darker, Dearie, much darker," he assured her with a sharp nod of assent, lowering his cane as he watched her approach. He paused to take in her flushed cheeks and parted lips, her excited breathing and her pupils so dilated with arousal that her sky blue eyes appeared almost black. He raised his cane once again, with the sudden realization that this is exactly who Lacey wants. His open display of violence and power was turning her on as much as his clumsy attempts at romance had pushed her away.
He turned and resumed beating Nottingham to a miserable pulp while she watched, fascinated. He felt Lacey's hand glide provocatively up his arm and he closed his eyes at the sensation. With a dismissive gesture, Gold banished Nottingham's broken body somewhere deep in the forest in a roiling cloud of crimson smoke; to die or not, he didn't care one way or the other. The darkness filled his senses, and he inhaled deeply of the magic that swirled and coiled, crackling like electricity around him, filling him with dark power and dark appetites.
"So, you can do magic, very powerful magic, I think," Lacey said hungrily, her smile sly and her eyes full of want. She angled her body towards him, pressing her tongue between her teeth and twisting a tight curl of chestnut hair around one finger. Her eyes glittered beneath her dark lashes as she raised her chin to him, her breathing shallow. It was her eyes that most troubled him, he thought. Where Belle's eyes were almost always wide and bright with wonder or curiosity, or crinkled at the corners with her breathtaking smile, Lacey's were narrowed with calculating appraisal as she considered him. Her smile never reached her eyes.
Gold leaned back casually against the side of the car. He hooked his cane on the side view mirror and took her roughly by the arms, pulling her flush against him and bringing her hips crashing against his. "Oh Lacey, you have no idea of the power and the magic inside me, but I will most certainly enjoy showing you," he paused, licking his lips to moisten them, "my control."
"You definitely aren't who I thought you were," she sighed, running her own tongue over her lips in response, "and I'm glad." She flashed him a smile, all painted red lips and gleaming white teeth. Predatory. But he was the ultimate predator. Rumplestiltskin, Deal Maker, Stealer of Babes, Dragon, Dark One. She had no idea who it was she faced.
Her eyes lit up as he reached up behind her and buried his fingers into the messy ponytail at the nape of her neck. Grasping tightly and pulling hard, he forced her head back exposing her delicate, pale throat. Gold watched her swallow, then leaned in to bite hungrily at the vulnerable flesh he had laid bare. He was not gentle with his teeth, bringing forth little gasps of pain from Lacey's lips with each pinching nip.
"Are you certain, Dearie, that you are truly ready for the likes of me?" he asked. Pulling back, he searched her lust-filled eyes even as he gripped her hair more tightly in his fist. He could see the tears stinging her eyes and hear her startled intake of breath.
"Yes!" Lacey managed to groan. "Oh, yes, Gold," she gasped low in the back of her throat as she pressed him back against the side of his black Cadillac. She ground her hips hard against the growing bulge in the front of his trousers and looked challengingly back at him. "Don't you dare stop now."
"Well then," Gold purred in answer and forced the knee of his good leg between her thighs to nudge them apart. He pressed his fingers into the soft flesh at her hips, digging in bruisingly and dragging her mound hard against his trouser leg. Lacey tossed her head back, moaning in delight as he pushed her roughly back down his leg, pressing her clit tight against his muscular thigh.
Lacey responded with low, round movements of her hips, grinding and riding him as he dragged her up and down his thigh with determined force. He knew his fingertips were leaving deep red marks that would turn to dark bruises on her lovely hips, but he didn't care. He wanted to mark her, to make damned, fucking sure the world would know she belonged to him, and him alone.
He slid one hand up her back, pulling her body closer to his as she rode his thigh up and down. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and he could hear her breath coming in shallow pants at the vigorous rubbing her clit was getting. Gods, but she was lovely in her throes. He watched her mouth, wanting badly to claim it with his own and taste her, but something held him back; something deep in the pit of his belly, deep in the innermost part of his heart. Instead, he began nipping at her jaw, down her throat to the place where her neck and shoulder met. Gold's lips closed on her flesh and he sucked the sensitive skin between his teeth, biting down hard as he reached up and pulled her hair roughly. A low whine escaped her lips.
He sucked and bit at the place until Lacey groaned deep in her chest, "Oh fuck, Gold," her hands gripping fistfuls of his hair. He then licked it with the flat of his tongue and pulled back to look at the crimson mark that everyone in Storybrooke would see come morning. He was pleased.
Gold nudged one shoulder of her dress down with his hand as he nipped and sucked a trail of wetness from her neck to her shoulder and down her collarbone to her chest. He tugged down the neck of the dress and scooped his hand into her bra, lifting her breast free and tucking the fabric deftly underneath in one clever movement.
His mouth immediately claimed her breast, and he sucked in as much of it as possible. It filled his mouth while his fingers kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh. He plucked gently at the nipple with his lips, then scraped it lightly with his teeth, earning a startled, "Oh!" and then a breathy, "Yes!" from Lacey's lips as she continued to ride him, her body beginning to tremble and tighten.
The deeply buried part of him that thought of Belle at that moment remembered how she had pressed her whole body against him, from breast to thigh, while they were loving. It was as though she would never get enough of him, even as he sucked her tongue softly and lost himself buried inside her. Lacey seemed to care only that his attentions were focused on her sensitive parts and that he was pleasuring her. He pushed the thoughts aside as best he could, and quickened the pace, dragging her damp pussy up and down his thigh. Her pert bottom slapping and bouncing in his hands as he ground her clit mercilessly against the rough wool of his trousers.
Gold pursed his lips and blew the cool night air across her moist nipple. He heard her hissing intake of breath as the flesh tightened and puckered into a taut nub. He pinched the sensitive flesh between his thumb and finger and rolled it, twisting and pulling until Lacey stifled a cry into the back of her hand. He met her eyes and gave her his most impish grin as he leaned forward and took the little bud between his teeth.
He pulled and nibbled at it, teasing, before he bit down hard, making her come with sudden shuddering force. Clutching desperately at him, one hand fisted in his hair, the other grasping his shoulder, she cried out in startled ecstasy. Her keening cries of pleasure-pain were music to the Dark One's black heart while her muscles stiffened and jerked, dancing beneath his hands. Lacey buried her face in his neck and panted, trembling as her orgasm shook her and then began to slowly subside.
"That's it, Lacey. That's my wicked girl." Gold breathed in her ear. "I shall take all of your pleasure and pain and swallow it down while you tremble for me." He stroked her hardened nipple with his thumb while he cupped her breast. She shivered from head to toe against him and let out a deep, shuddering sigh. "It is most delectable, truly."
Her eyes flashed and she tossed her head at him, trying to seem unmoved, failing utterly, and giving up entirely. The juices of her orgasm flowed freely down her thighs. "Oh Gold, you are most definitely not who I thought you were," she breathed. She leaned into him, running her tongue under his jaw from chin to ear and whispered, "That was… that was… fucking hot."
Lacey pulled back to eye him lustily and wriggle against him. "What is your first name?" she asked, squirming against his nearly painful erection. "I don't even know your first name, but I think I'd like to know a whole lot more about you." She rubbed his hard length with her hip and smiled her hungry smile.
His name, well, there was one thing he could not quite give her. Names held too much power. He shook his head, chuckling throatily, "Ah yes, Dearie, why don't you just call me Rum if you need something to shout while I'm fucking you from here til next week," he quipped.
"Mmmm Rum, that's delicious," she licked her lips and giggled mischievously, "like you. Perfect." She sucked gently at his pulse point, still eager for him and not yet sated. "I'm so hot and wet and ready for you to fuck me with everything you've got," Lacey crooned. Her fingers curled eagerly around his hardness, "And my my, what do we have here?" she sighed, nipping at his neck with her teeth.
A nudge of her hips against his thigh made him growl deep in his chest, he took her hard by the hips and spun her around, bending her over the hood of his black Cadillac in one fluid motion. Mr. Gold glanced around to make sure they were still alone. He saw no one else out behind Granny's diner, and he lifted Lacey's tiny blue-sequined dress over her hips to run his hands in lazy circles over her thoroughly delightful derriere.
She wore no underwear, only sheer black hose, and he grinned a sly, wolfish smile to himself in appreciation. Gold could see her perfectly creamy white skin beneath the hose, and his long fingers kneaded her bottom and flanks through the rough material as she rocked back against him, moaning quietly.
"Is this what you like, Lacey?" Gold asked roughly. "What you need?" He brought his hand back, and with a sharp crack, he smacked one lovely ass cheek with his open hand, making her flesh ripple. "Have you been a bad girl to need such punishment? I know you have. I just saw you being a bad girl with that cretinous boy. The one I just left for dead somewhere in the forest." He wanted to remind her of his dark power, to make her tremble at his strength. He smacked her again hard, knowing that it would be a sharp, momentary flare of pain and that she would welcome it.
Gold was rewarded with Lacey writhing beneath him, her ass and thighs pressing back hard against his already straining cock. He controlled his breathing and bit the inside of his lip to distract himself from the sensation. Her hands clawed at the hood of his car and she gasped loudly, "Oh, fuck, yes please, Rum, I've been such a bad girl!"
Lacey lowered her head to the hood, turning her face so she could look at him from the corner of her eye. "I'm so sorry, please show me how to be better. I need you to show me," she begged him as she wriggled beneath him, her backside bouncing suggestively against his front. Her blue eyes flashed in the harsh light of the streetlamp, and he could see her bite her lower lip, a habit of Belle's that had always drove him mad with the desire to take it between his own to suck and bite. It unnerved him for a moment and he faltered.
With an effort, he wrenched himself back to the present. This was Lacey, not Belle, rubbing her ass against his prick, and she needed something quite different from his beloved Belle. Belle had wanted to be independent, to choose for herself and to belong to no man, though she might love him, and even choose to be with him forever. Lacey on the other hand, wanted to be possessed, to be taken. He knew her kind; she wanted to feel like she had driven a man to lose his control. It would excite her to think he could not help but take her as urgently and violently as possible.
Gold spanked her hard one more time, his own hand stinging with the pain of it. Lacey cried out sharply with pleasure and he could hear her breath hiss between her teeth, he closed his eyes and savored the sounds of her pleasure. He looked down, and watched her for just a moment. Rubbing both mounds roughly with his hands and jiggling the luscious flesh there, he leaned forward and kissed the small of her back, licking her skin through the hose, and enjoying the roughness against his tongue.
"People said you were dark," Lacey breathed, her breath hitching as he made his way up to the open, laced back of her dress. He paused there to suck her skin between his teeth, and he bit and worried the skin there, giving her another very public mark of his possession, his ownership of her, especially given her penchant for backless tops and dresses, he thought darkly. He had dealt for Forever, when he had saved her people, and he meant to see it through. He did own her in a way, though he himself had more than once set her free. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least.
"But I had no idea you were such a kinky fuck as well," she moaned into the hood of his car as he bit her sharply on the shoulder he had just exposed. Hard enough to leave a purple bruise on her pale skin, he knew, and then licked the spot and laughed wickedly against her shoulder.
"Filthy mouth," he complained, trying for an air of petulance, "I suppose I will have to fill it with something more appropriate later," Gold breathed into her ear, and he felt her shiver, even as he felt a twinge in his own groin, in anticipation of such a thing.
With one hand, he held her left wrist firmly to the hood of the car, as he whispered to her, "You have no idea just how deep the darkness goes, Dearie." He thrust his hips against her, "But, believe me, Lacey, I would do anything, anything at all, to make you happy. Just tell me, never be afraid to tell me exactly what you want." And he meant it.
At first, a part of him had recoiled from this game they were playing, the small part he now had carefully locked away, deep, in the innermost part of himself. He had shuddered, more than once, to think about how Belle would feel if she ever did "wake" from this awful nightmare. He had no doubt that she would remember everything he was doing to her body right now, but he had to trust in their True Love, that she would forgive him.
It had to be him, he had decided, to give her what she was so obviously craving as Lacey. The thought of anyone else touching her body, or Seven Hells, actually fucking her, made him want to vomit. Made his mind reel with rage. Made the purple-tinged darkness crowd the edges of his vision, as he thought about flaying alive whoever it might be. He couldn't imagine her waking to her memories as Belle one day and realizing that she had been with another man. Judging by Lacey's habits of prowling dark, seedy bars at all hours of the day and night in rather skimpy attire as well as her thirst for hard alcohol it would likely be, gods forbid, men. How many unfortunate souls would he have to kill, slowly, once he found out they had been pawing her? That, he could imagine, she would not forgive him for.
No, Belle would not forgive him for either, he knew, not for the inevitably messy killings nor for standing idly by while she let herself be used by….whomever. She had been pristine when he had answered Sir Maurice's plea and dealt for her service at the Dark Castle, for her company really, and she had kept herself untouched until she had given herself to him only a few short weeks ago. No, it had to be him.
It wasn't so bad, he considered, as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and brought his free hand to the straining fly of his trousers. She was undeniably beautiful, it was certainly no chore to bed her, to let their new appetites lead them. He set his cock free and rubbed his hard length against the backs of her stockinged thighs. The cool night air and the rough material creating competing sensations that were almost too much to bear. He moaned into her ear, a deep guttural thing, almost animalistic in its intensity. Perhaps he and Belle would even have played such games together one day? Perhaps. Though if he could imagine it at all, he imagined it a long way off in the future, certainly.
So he'd tamp down his worry and carefully shut away his reluctance and his fear that he would use her ill, and he would give Lacey the full measure of the Dark One. He's got the memories, the power, and if he lets himself, even the appetites of the Dark One. He has no doubt that she will be satisfied then to stay with him and not go looking for her pleasures elsewhere, especially if he gives her the magic and the dark power that goes with it as well.
Gold pushed his hand roughly between her thighs and cupped her through her stockings, she was wet and hot from her earlier orgasm. He crooked one finger and pushed it right through the thin material, tearing it easily, and exposing her delicious dripping slit all the way up to her pretty little ass cheeks. He breathed the familiar scent of her and let it wash over him. Delightful.
Lacey buried her face in the hood of the car and moaned deeply as she felt him expose her flesh. "Oh, yes, Rum, that's it. Fuck, yes. I need you to fuck me, now!" She was whimpering and writhing and begging him desperately.
Yes, he thought. He would fuck her, but not just yet. Best to show her that there were other pleasures to be had at the hand of one with lifetimes upon lifetimes of knowledge and experience. "Oh, love, you are so wet. Is this all for me? Please, tell me that all of this sweet nectar is for me," Gold moaned into her ear as he ran one long, clever finger through her folds and up inside her. He teased her and did not touch her clit, though she was practically sobbing for it. "Tell me all of this honey is for me, Lacey," he said as he leaned closer to her, withdrawing and letting her watch him suck her juices from his finger. He put the finger to her lips and she nipped at it with her teeth, then licked it and sucked it between her lips.
"I started dripping the moment I saw you, Gold, in that sexy black suit," Lacey breathed as he brought another taste of her own honey to her lips. She sucked the finger greedily while he worked it in and out of her mouth, feeling her wrap her tongue around it as he did. It made his cock twitch. "I'm sorry, I was such a naughty girl to go with that stupid boy. I want you to show me how bad I was, and how you deal with bad girls, please, Rum," she begged.
"Boy is right, Lacey," Gold said sharply as he guided the purple head of his rock hard cock between her perfect ass cheeks, sliding it up and down the furrow there. He was shivering with the sensation as he spread the slippery moisture that had begun leaking from him. "I am going to show you right now why you will never need any other boys in your life." He spat the word 'boys' with the venom of contempt that he felt for any fool who would dare put their hands on the mistress of the Dark One.
He thrust his hips sharply and buried his cock between her fleshy thighs. The top of his cock was gliding slick and hot through her soft pink folds, coating itself with her flowing juices, while the underside dragged harshly against the roughness of her ruined stockings. The contrasting sensations were enough to drive rational thought from his brain.
He gasped and thrust, his body covering hers completely, each of his strong hands holding one of her wrists tightly to the hood of his car. He could feel the head of his cock thrusting rhythmically against her clit now. She was writhing and bucking in ecstasy beneath him, her breath hitching with every thrust, a gasp escaping her lips with every withdrawal. He had her trapped, pinned beneath his weight, her wrists caught in his incredibly strong grip. She was completely in his control and he could hear the squelching wetness as his cock slid easily through her tender folds with every vicious thrust of his hips.
She arched her back beneath him, throwing her head back against his shoulder, pressing herself back against his merciless thrusts. He licked and sucked her shoulder and neck. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted. Her breath was coming in ragged little pants. Sharp grunts of pleasure were coming from her throat, "Unh! Unh! Unh!" with each demanding thrust of his cock between her thighs. He could feel her coiling for another orgasm, her muscles tensing and bunching beneath him.
He felt her legs press firmly together, her body on the brink, her thighs shaking violently with the tension. "Oh, yes, sweet, come for me now. Come for me or I will take it," he growled. He almost came undone himself from the sheer bliss of the tightness of her thigh muscles and wet lips around him. He could feel his balls press tightly up against his body, aching to spill his seed on her sweet skin.
He bit the inside of his lip hard and concentrated on the pain, tasting the coppery tang of his own blood and bringing every ounce of self-control to bear in order to master his ragged breathing. Through the utter force of will of the Dark One, he held off his own orgasm, even as he pounded her hips bruisingly against the side of his car.
He bit the taut flesh at the nape of her neck. And she came suddenly to her own climax, jerking and spasming beneath him. Her breath stopped completely, her head thrown back, her eyes and mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she shuddered, the tension flowing out of her as she finally breathed out his name in a choked gasp.
He continued thrusting, gently wringing out the last of her orgasm as her shuddering subsided and she went limp beneath him, breathing heavily. He slid his cock from between her thighs and breathed deeply himself, the sudden rush of cold air against his glistening prick making him shiver. He smacked her flank appreciatively as he lifted himself off her, throwing his head back and laughing darkly.
"Fuck, Rum," she said weakly, still draped over the hood of his Cadillac, her expression dreamy. He pulled her dress down to cover her exposed flesh, and tucked his still hard cock back into his drawers, feeling his balls relax slightly as his excitement ebbed. "I never knew it could be like that," she said, heavy-lidded and limbed.
"But you haven't come yourself," she said as she lifted herself slowly from the car and turned, resting her rump on the front quarter panel. She looked pointedly at the massive bulge behind his still open fly, "How the hell did you not come?" she demanded, wonder and perhaps a touch of annoyance creeping into her voice.
He laughed softly, grinning wickedly, as he took her by the waist, "Centuries of self-control, Dearie. Centuries of self-control."