Name: Slave
Author: Life is War
Disclaimer/Claimer: SK doesn't belong to me/The plot (if there is one) does.
Pairing: If it is a pairing... HaoXJeanne
"What do you want?"
Stupid question. Stupid pyro. Stupid teasing. Stupid pleasure, stupid love, life, everything.
All was in vain. She wasn't even able to stop herself from shivering at his touches. From moaning at every contact. And she was supposed to be his worst enemy…
She heard him laugh. This laugh… Stupid laugh. Stupid her to surrender to this hateful boy who was now smirking.
Stupid her for being addicted to him.
"You don't even answer?"
Stupid feelings, stupid pyro, stupid smirk. She hated him with all her soul. She hated him for the feelings he gave her.
Hate. Addiction.
It was no love. Just addiction. She kept telling herself that. If she didn't, she would have had a emotional breakdown long ago.
Tanned hands held her wrists together, like he knew her every thought. And it was the truth, he knew. She send a weak kick, struggling a little, trying to escape. He laughed again, and bowed down to bit her neck.
She had wished power. He had given her power. All because of that. That and that goddamned addiction.
"Do you know what I really want?
"…" She couldn't think. She didn't want to think. She saw nothing in the darkness of his room, of their room. Just too dark. Like him.
He kissed her on the lips. She fought back a bit, but she knew it was stupid.
Like all she had or saw in his world. He was on her neck again, leaving his mark. She was his. Only his.
If she wanted it or not, it didn't matter.
"Come on, reply… What do I want?"
He brushed her breasts with an evil smile as he spoke his dark words. She opened her eyes, looking into his blankly.
He laughed again, and touched her chest, more firmly this time. She moaned gently. God she hated his laugh. But who cared about that now? His hands made her feel so good.
Stupid teasing, again. Stupid pyro. Stupid damned tyrannical shaman. She hated him. With all her might. He giggled insanely, still laughing, and leaned down to lick one of her breasts. Her breaths labored.
"I… Do… Not… Know…"
He looked in her eyes curiously, a dark smile on his lips. Cruel. As always.
"I want to hear you moan. Hear you scream. Hear you beg me. And when it'll end, I want to lick all your pure tears, Jeanne dearest."
She didn't answer. In another time, she would have fight to her end, but she couldn't anymore. She had given up long ago.
It was his poison. A poison she had accepted to take. He was credible; and he knew how to kill her.
She felt his tongue and his lips all over her body. On her belly. Back on her neck. And then near to her lower area.
She gasped, trying to regain her breath.
"What do you want?"
This damn laugh was unbearable. She was not able to regain strength to fight back, or anything else. She could just watch him play with her body like she was his toy. And she was.
After all she'd given herself to him when he had won.
Well… She remembered have given herself willingly, but maybe it was wrong. He was really good at making the others believing him. Maybe he lied to her.
But again, it doesn't matter.
"Still quiet? Then I'll tell you."
She shook her head. No more riddles. No more words. No more Him.
"What you really want… Is to give into this, to never have resistance again. So… Forget it all. You only know me.
You only know me, pitiful slave…"
She blanked out.
First try at writing HaoXJeanne. How was it?