This was originally a Naruto fic and then I thought about it and realised I wrote this out of my love for Marshall Lee haha. Enjoy!

He Was Trouble

The lights flickered. That's the first thing she noticed. Her violet-coloured eyes flitted up to the ceiling to see long white tubes that lit up the room. The ceiling lights shuddered a little, before continuing to hum. She was stood, hunched over a desk, pretending to pay attention to the ramblings of one of her uncle's employees. A middle-aged man with thick strokes of grey dispersed throughout his dark hair, he spoke in a monotone voice that would have but her to sleep. He pointed at the computer, grabbing her attention from the ceiling lights.

"This is how we sort through incoming shipments for next year," he explained, pushing his glasses further up his nose and sniffing slightly. The girl nodded along, her long dark waves of hair licking his arm as she did so.

"Have these prices accounted for the tax breaks?" She asked gently, pointing up to the screen. "They're the same from February to May." With another quick push of his glasses, the employee frowned.

"Oh, I err, let me call corporate." As he fumbled with the phone, the girl took in the plain and unexciting sight of the back office. Here, she had been told, was where the magic happened. The force behind the efficiency and productivity of the Ooo empire, started here, in this office. With it's dark coloured, thinning carpet, brown boxes and beige filing cabinets, it sure seemed magical.

Suppressing a sigh, she walked up to a whiteboard hanging on the wall to see which shifts she had been given. Currently, the graveyard shift in the back office was proving to test her patience; boring and repetitive work, nothing stimulating whatsoever. Beside the whiteboard, which hung in the corner of the room, was a small window with that odd checked pattern of grey lines found in some supermarkets, it gave a very narrow view of the shop beyond the office. She couldn't make out the cash registers or front doors but, as she pushed her hair behind her ear, an odd sight did catch her attention.

Dancing, jumping up and down above the shelves in a far away aisle, were brightly coloured, plastic water guns. Her eyes narrowed on them and she strained to hear, beyond the glass panel of the window, a chant, shouts, cries for mercy. "Everything ok, Eva?" Without turning back, the girl answered him.

"No." She said slowly. "Do we stock water guns here?" The man stood and walked over to her.

"No. Why?" He peered out of the window as Eva pointed to the group of ten or twelve water pistols waving in the air.

"I think the graveyard shift might be about to claim a few bodies." She commented with a small smirk; probably drunkards on a night out.

"Oh my God!" She jerked in surprise as the man next to her exclaimed in fright. "Turn off the lights, get down!" Eva watched him with an eyebrow raised, wondering if the boredom had driven him mad.

"Hey!" Eva protested as the room plunged into darkness.

"I said get-" But Eva could not hear the rest of the sentence. It was blocked out by a shudder-inducing, jaw-clenching, almighty CRASH. Turning to see the window, the girl gasped as the shelves of every single aisle had fallen over like dominos. What the hell could have done that? "Eva get down!"

"They're destroying the shop!" Eva shouted and ran to the desk. She picked up the telephone. Before she had time to dial, the man grabbed her wrist, stopping her from moving. "We have to call the police!" She shouted over a sudden rumble that was getting louder.

"No!" He said and grabbed the phone from her hand. Eva looked at him as though he were mad.

"What-?"

"Abadeer infiltrated the police over a year a go!"

"Aber-what?" But before he had time to explain, something strange happened. Eva's vision began to blur, there was a ringing in her ears. The girl had fallen to her knees without even realising it. She stared at the floor, on all fours, trying to figure out if she was breathing. Her arms and legs were weak. She glanced over to the other side of the room to see the employee with a similar look of confusion. He cradled his head as it felt as though it were about to split in two. Eva crawled over to him, as she did so she glanced behind her to see the wall where the whiteboard had been hung, was completely destroyed. Rubble fell around the room, plunging everything into chaos. Had there been an explosion? Had she been hit by debris? Is that why the world stopped making sense?

Sound began to return to the room as she reached the employee. She could hear the rumble again, it made the ground shake. Was it an earthquake? The room was still in darkness, she could barely make out if there was any blood on her head.

"Hey!" Eva jumped back and managed to balance herself by propping up on her elbows as someone barged into to the office. Her eyes closed against the harsh white light that poured in from the store, making the sight of him just a silhouette. Slowly, he came into view. A tall, slim man, stood in a dark suit and tie, a mask on his face. The mask was painted pearl with moonstone embellishments and he smiled broadly at the two of them before lifting it up to reveal his face.

Maybe it showed on her face, or maybe he had the exact same thought, but his smile faded and her eyes widened.

He was achingly handsome. Dark waves of thick, black hair fell into dark-rimmed eyes, which shimmered in the darkness. Perhaps it was the way he stood; powerful and reckless in his well fitted suit as his tie swayed on the breeze. Or Perhaps it was that slightly hungry, troublesome stare he had. Either way, Eva found it difficult to tear her gaze from him.

He stood a little straighter and appraised her cautiously; taking in the sight of a girl with long luscious waves of black hair and the strangest coloured eyes he had ever seen. Perhaps it was the fact that she was laying on the floor, looking vulnerable as her skin began to glow with a pink blush. Or perhaps it was the way her jeans hugged her hips, giving him the fleeting thought of pulling them down with his teeth.

"Anyone in there?" Someone shouted from further inside the store, making the teenagers jump. Eva's gaze darted from him to try and see past him, fearful the intruders would find her. The boy cleared his throat and cocked his head back.

"N-no! Let's move out." He shouted over his shoulder and turned back to the room. With one last look at the girl, he lowered his mask and shut the door with a smirk.

"What-what the hell is going on?" Eva finally found her voice.

"You need to get out of here!" The employee shouted to her, "And I'll need to speak to the police." He pushed her to stand up. "They've probably torched the place. Go on! Go!" Eva got shakily to her feet and proceeded to run out of the office, not even thinking of his safety.

She had only moved a few feet from the office when she stood, stock still out of shock. The entire store was in chaos. Shelves and merchandise were strewn uncross the floor, the fresh produce had been doused with bleach; the smell of it was rising, making the air thick and acrid. Eva could see, beyond the piles of products, employees at the cash registers scrambling to get out of the store. What were they running away from?

Almost as an answer, a small explosion from the other side of the store caught Eva's attention. There, she saw them. A group of five or six teenage boys, all in black suits and masks, holding on to water guns, cheering as the fire from the explosion began to engulf the store. If they saw Eva, who knew what they would do? They were unnerving in their prim and proper suits, coupled with harmless water guns and masks. But it was in their walk, their smirks, their roguish behaviour that made Eva pick up her feet and run in the opposite direction.

"There's one!" She heard someone shout, making her double her speed. Out through the stock room, past the shelves of tomorrow's produce, all waiting to be destroyed by the fire. She ran up to the emergency escape and pushed against the bar of the door, before running out into the nighttime. She ran at least twenty feet before she turned back to the store.

The fire was sending smoke high into the sky, obscuring any view of the stars. The whole building would be burnt to pieces in an hour. Looking to her left, Eva saw the parking lot, to her right a road that looked like it led to nowhere. Her uncle's store was on the outskirts of town and she was new here; she had no idea where to go. And what had happened to the employees? And the vigilante group were coming for her! Where could she hide?

Thoughts were tumbling around her in chaos, the adrenaline from shock was coursing through her veins as though her blood were fit to burst.

The girl turned as she heard the engine of an approaching motorbike. Who was it? She had nowhere to hide! She could hear the shouts of the boys from inside the store getting louder. Narrowing her eyes on the vehicle she made up her mind; best to tackle a stranger on a bike than that group. The motorbike came to a halt a few feet from her, its tyres screeched along the tarmac as it did. She was shocked to see that the driver was the boy with dark hair she had encountered earlier. His brow was sweating, plastering his hair to his forehead for he had escaped the store and gone for his bike in haste. There was no time for formalities.

"Get on!" He shouted to her. The girl gestured to the store.

"But the-"

"Are you kidding me?!" She jumped as he shouted. "Get on!" In less than a second Eva stepped up and swung her leg over the bike before getting comfortable behind him. She held on tight to his middle and winced as he took off so fast it was like he was going for the holeshot. The girl glanced back and saw the group of boys tumble out of the exit where she had escaped, but she and her rescuer shot off so fast they were but a speck on the road to the pursuers.

The bike came to a screeching halt outside of a high-rise on the outskirts of town. The place looked abandoned; with shattered or boarded up windows, flickering lights inside, stood on an otherwise empty road. There was nothing to be seen in front of them; the road carried on to the bigger city and behind them the lights of the town twinkled.

Slowly, Eva slid off the bike and attempted to tame her hair which had become a mess as it had fluttered in the wind behind her during the chase. The boy in the suit dismounted his bike and walked to her side as she looked up at the building with an eerie feeling.

"Go inside." As he spoke, Eva turned to face him.

"No." She said quietly.

"You want them to find you?" He pointed back down the road, indicating the thugs who had helped in the massacre of the supermarket. Eva frowned.

"No."

"You wanna wait out here in the cold?"

"No." She shifted and held her leather jacket closer to her frame. The boy nodded towards the building.

"Then go inside." Eva, realising she had no other option, did as she was told.

The apartment he took her to was a small, dingy, barely furnished two bedroom. It opened into a kitchen and living space with two bedrooms and a bathroom connected to this main room. With wooden floors and the basic necessities of a house; a sofa, chairs, a table, stove, fridge…but everything was a little, unmaintained. The curtains, for instance, were none existent and instead black cloth hung in front of the windows, blocking any view of the town from sight. The wooden table looked worn and antique, with strewn papers and beer bottles littered across its top. The whole place was lit by bulbs hanging from a wire, which was hooked up to the ceiling at various places, making the bulbs all hang at different angles.

Were it not for the shock, or the practically-derelict building, or the fact that she had no idea where she was, Eva figured she would have found the place oddly stylish. With its minimalist furniture, golden glittering lights and brick walls. It was the kind of place a young professional might dream of. But this was not the place of a young professional, or was it? Eva wondered as she heard him enter the apartment after her. He barely made eye contact with her as he walked in, threw his moonstone mask and jacket on the sofa, loosened up his tie and opened the fridge.

She watched him from the doorway; silent and observant of the way his figure clenched beneath his shirt, the way his hair fell untidily in front of his face. He turned from the fridge holding two bottles. At the sight of them, Eva realised how thirsty she was.

"Beer?" She nodded eagerly and held out her hand as he offered. He watched her take the beer and drink greedily. Beads of condensation slid down the brown glass of the bottle and onto her sweet pink lips. As she lowered the bottle, Eva noticed his eyes were focussing on how she licked her lips at the end to savour the cool liquid left on them. They looked at one another a moment longer. Unsure of what to do or say. The boy drank his beer and shut the fridge with his foot.

"Stay here for an hour." It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. "Everyone will forget about you while they're trying to sort that mess out. I'll go and get you some food." Eva tilted her head at him; was he talking to himself? She hadn't said a word but he didn't seem to notice. "You want anything in particular?" The boy looked up at her as he picked up the keys to the apartment. His dark-rimmed eyes narrowed on her, making her throat seize up and prevent her from speaking. "You gonna say something?" Eva simply stared at him as he frowned in a manner she found cute, before he walked out of the door. "You think you'd be a little more grateful; I got you clear of that fire." She heard him mumble through a yawn as he threw off his tie and left.

Eva looked up as the door to the apartment opened. She almost stood and ran in fear but the dark haired boy reappeared in the doorway, having barely been gone twenty minutes. He glanced at her sitting on the sofa; she had removed her jacket to reveal a simple silk blouse beneath. It was feminine and soft, completely different to the leather jacket and smudge of eyeliner she wore. It added to his curiosity for her. He threw a bag of fast food onto the coffee table in front of her. Eva stared at him.

"Eat." He instructed, indicating the food. But Eva had finally found her voice.

"I have to go back-"

"You need to lay low for an hour at least." There was a manner in which he spoke that Eva found intriguing; so full of authority and power. He was so commanding as he stood above her, she almost forgot she could challenge him.

"Why?"

"Two reasons," he pulled up a seat in front of the sofa, the coffee table between them had the bags of hot food on it. "Firstly, so those other guys don't find you. Secondly, because I'm the only way you can get back there and I'm not risking being interrogated by the police. I will take you back at 3. So can you suck it up for an hour?" Eva pursed her lips and glanced at her watch; it was 2:20 am. The only reason she had to aid him evade the police was out of gratitude for getting her away from that gang. His gang. He was a part of it, those boys all wore suits and masks just like he did. After a few moments of Eva saying nothing, the boy pushed a bag of food towards her, the smell was so inviting her mouth began to water; she was finally hungry after the long night. "Eat." He ordered, earning a stern glance from Eva; she couldn't sit back and be so casually bossed around. Upon seeing her look, he smirked a little.

Half an hour passed by quickly. The two strangers said nothing to one another even though both were dying to figure the other one out. They stole sideway glances and exchanged small smirks as they attempted to learn something about the other, without giving anything away. After the food was finished, the boy cleared the table and walked to the kitchen. As he did, Eva stood and finally spoke to him:

"Why did you do it?" She asked. The boy turned to her with a blank look.

"Do what?"

"The raid." The boy shrugged nonchalantly.

"Fun." He answered. Eva, who had seen part of her uncle's business destroyed, found that this answer was not good enough.

"That was fun, was it?" She asked scathingly. In the kitchen, the boy put his hands on the counters beside him.

"There were minor casualties." He tried to justify his actions. Eva was not only angry with him, but his attitude; so nonchalant and lacking concern for anyone or anything. The two were caught on opposite sides of a battle; she stood, angry at him while he looked at her as though he found what she was saying to be a curious or amusing thing. That smirk he had was infuriating. Little did she know that his smile was in appreciation of the colour of her skin; there was a pink shimmer, a moonlight-like shine to her cheekbones, the sweetness of a cherry to her red lips.

"You included." She nodded towards his chest. The girl's words bought him out of his thoughts of her and as the boy looked down, he swore. A small red blob had formed on his white shirt and was steadily expanding; he had sustained injury at some point during the raid and hadn't even realised it. Probably the numbing effect of adrenaline. He began to unbutton his shirt. "Why did you do it?" Her voice had changed as she asked the question again; it stopped him in his tracks. The fire in her voice had been replaced by something else. He looked up at her.

"Do what?"

"Save me?" They stared at one another before-

"Marshall!"

The boy Eva now knew to be called Marshall, took wide confident strides to stand in front of her. She stood behind him, frozen in fear at the sudden sound of many people entering the building, running up the stairs, shouting for the boy who rescued her. A group of boys entered the apartment.

"We thought you'd come here!" Eva heard one of them shout. She buried her head into Marshall's back. "Scared off by the…" His voice trailed away.

"Oh," another one began, "are we interrupting something?" To the group of boys, the girl behind Marshall comprised of dark hair and a slim frame, that's all they could make out.

"Get out of here, guys. They track you here, they'll find me and I'm on thin ice as it is." Marshall said defiantly. Eva relaxed as they boys shouted their farewells and left the apartment:

"Alright, alright."

"You kids have fun."

"See you tomorrow, Marshall." As the rabble died down, Eva stood on her tip-toes and peered over Marshall's shoulder. The boys were all out of sight. Marshall walked away from her and over to a cabinet in the kitchen. She watched him take out a bottle of vodka and a small cloth before he removed his shirt. He turned back to her but was inspecting the cut on his chest. A small piece of glass had nestled itself into his skin somehow. With a wince, he removed the shard with the cloth, wrapped it up and threw it in the bin, before picking up the bottle of alcohol and dousing another cloth with it.

"Marshall." As she spoke his name, he looked up at her, vodka still in hand.

"What?"

"That's your name?"

"Yeah." He nodded, suddenly realising he had never introduced himself.

"You?"

"Eva." As she spoke, he smirked.

"No kidding?" He muttered under his breath, not for any particular reason, he was more preoccupied with inspecting his wound. He was about to dab the alcohol-soaked cloth on the cut, when Eva held out her hand.

"Here, let me look at it."

"You really don't need to-"

"I know I don't need to. I want to." She insisted and as Marshall looked up at her, he saw the sincerity in her eyes. Whilst he knew that there was absolutely no need for her to look at the small cut and even she knew that, he wanted to see why she was so curious. Marshall moved towards her and handed her the cloth. He leant against the wooden dining table, his torso clenching, revealing a heroic and well defined physique that Eva found hard to tear her gaze from. Eventually her eyes came across the cut and she leant in a little closer to see reddening skin and droplets of blood that were threatening to spill down Marshall's body. "It's nothing," she commented absentmindedly before pushing the cloth against the cut.

"Ah-hey!" Marshall had begun to gasp at the burn of alcohol against his stinging flesh but Eva pushed a little too hard; vodka escaped the cloth and poured down Marshall's stomach. He watched as her violet eyes followed the liquid trickle down the centre of his abdomen. She could feel his gaze on her.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"You okay?"

"What?" As she looked up to Marshall, she found that somehow she had moved closer towards him. Her eyes were caught on his lips. His hand hand somehow found it's way to her arm, he was gripping her tightly, his thumb gently stroking her skin.

"You're breathing hard." He said calmly, noticing her chest rising and falling rapidly. He tilted his head, his lips parted to take a breath.

"Sorry," Eva whispered, trying to remember what she was doing. "Let me clean you up." Marshall watched her in amusement as the girl pushed his shoulder to get him to move back, extending his torso in the golden light of the hanging bulbs. She leant down.

"Ah," Marshall gasped in surprise as she lowered her tongue to his stomach. Above his belt buckle, her soft, wet lips, swept up the vodka as though it were the best thing she'd ever tasted. A shiver followed her movement up his spine, as she let her tongue glide along his abdomen, between the lines of his muscles, up to his chest. There, she flicked her eyes up at him, they had softened with a look of lust, a look that invited Marshall to play with her. The girl bit her lip softly and he instantly made up his mind:

"Okay." He nodded to her silent proposal; he was ready to play.

In an instant, his hand grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a fierce kiss, while the other snaked around to her back and grabbed her butt. Eva threw her arms over his shoulders and moved into his embrace, letting an eager moan escape her mouth as she felt his erection pressing against her thigh. Her lips were so soft and she tasted like vodka. He was desperate to feel them all over him so he took his tongue and ran it gently along her lips to wet them. His dark eyes stole a glance at her and he smiled upon seeing that pained expression of wanting more.

Her hands had already moved to his belt buckle which she was removing swiftly. As Marshall continued his slow, delicious torture of wetting her lips, making her mouth water, she pulled down his pants and grabbed a hold of his dick as it sprung free of his underwear. It was Marshall's turn to feel that same desperate want that she had started to feel.

Taking his hard cock in her hands, she began to massage him softly, barely touching, making it unbearable for him, making him move his hips to generate more friction. Eva touched him so delicately he could feel the sharp bolts of pleasure shoot down his dick every time her finger tips brushed him. It was so unbearable to him he had to break away from her lips and lower his head to her shoulder, just to breathe, just to kill the frustration of wanting more. Because it felt so unbelievably good; every tiny, gentle stroke from this girl who he barely knew.

"More," he grunted, grabbing the edge of the table, unable to control the desire any longer. She obliged and lowered herself to her knees. There, Eva glanced up at him with such a sinful, lusft-filled stare stare that made the man want to stand up and fuck her throat. Before he even had time to get up, however, Eva opened her mouth and took the head of his dick onto her warm and wet tongue. "Argh," Marshall shook his head in frustration and closed his eyes; these gentle, slow movements were going to bring him close to the edge before he even had a chance to fuck her.

Slowly, Eva let him into her mouth, earning her a shuddering sigh from Marshall as he placed one hand on the back of her head again, and the other gripped the table so hard his knuckles turned white. Her tongue moved under his shaft, making his hips twitch in anticipation. He pulled her hair a little, tilting her head back, allowing him to slip a little further down her throat. "Ah," it felt unbelievable to him as he tilted his head back in ecstasy. Maybe it was the fact that she was talented at it, or maybe it was just the situation; two strangers who found one another so alluring that they couldn't help but sleep together before even knowing each other. Either way, Marshall couldn't recall ever being more turned on.

Eva worked on sucking his dick like she wanted to earn something and, as Marshall peaked at her, he smiled; she was in for a pretty good reward. His dick began to pulse in her mouth, he was getting closer to climax but she was not satisfied yet. Pulling away from him, she let her tongue glide under his cock before popping her lips off of him. She was breathing heavy, staring up at him with glistening lips.

Pulling her up to her feet, the boy switched places with her so she leant against the dining table. The first time he saw her he wanted to pull her jeans down with his teeth, he smirked as he realised he was doing exactly that just an hour later. She helped him remove her trousers and kissed him passionately, preparing his mouth like he had done to her. Waves of dark hair fell into his eyes as they locked onto hers and he lowered himself to his knees.

She smelt like fruit and he smiled, wondering if she would taste like that too. Hitching herself up onto the table, Eva tilted her head back as Marshall lowered his tongue onto that sweet, numbing spot on her pussy.

"Ah, fuck." She gasped as her hands went into his hair, her face screwed up in pleasure, she gritted her teeth and slowly pulsed her hips so her body met his tongue. Her moans of pleasure started off as gentle murmurs, barely escaping her lips. But within minutes, her hips began to move faster, the noises that escaped her mouth were interspersed with filthy words and gasps of his name.

Marshall licked and gently bit her as though she were the sweetest honey he had ever tasted. As though she were that drop of honey over the rim of the jar, waiting to be licked up, waiting to be felt all sticky and sweet. He was enjoying himself so much, burying his face into her clean shaven, sweet-tasting pussy, that he only noticed in the last second that she was going to climax. Eva's thighs gripped against Marshall's head as her body shuddered in pleasure.

"Fuck." She breathed the word as the waves of pleasure ebbed away. She was so caught up in her last moments of ecstasy that she didn't register Marshall stand, reach over to a jar on the dining table and pick out a condom. Eva moved forwards and kissed his neck, running her hands along his chest and shoulders, as he ripped open the sachet with his teeth and placed the condom on himself. Marshall moved back, waiting for her to lie down on the table but, to his surprise, Eva stood and turned so her back was to him. She swept an arm across the dining table, sending the forgotten sheets of paper and empty beer bottles flying, clearing space for her to lean forwards and lie across the table. Marshall shuddered with excitement as she presented her rear to him.

Feeling her with his fingers, making her gasp as he brushed her clit, Marshall made sure she was ready before slipping his dick inside of her. They both groaned in relief as he entered her; pushing himself up inside of her, savouring every moment. With his trousers still around his ankles and her breasts pushing up against the wooden table under her silk blouse, Eva was forced up onto her tip toes. Reaching around, Marshall let his hands brush her clit gently.

"Aaah," she moaned in delight and gripped the edges of the table as he flicked his fingers against her soaking pussy. He began to pull out of her and gently move back in, making her almost scream in frustration. "More," she begged, "faster." Marshall did not hesitate. He grabbed a hold of her hips and began fucking her hard. Harder than she had anticipated; he slammed into her with such force the table moved an inch across the floor.

Her moans became louder, her demands wilder as Marshall thrusted into her. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he tilted his head back. he grunted in frustration as the trousers around his ankles restricted his movement, preventing him from truly fucking her in the way he wanted to.

But the feel of her skin, the supple flesh of her butt as he slammed into her, the feel of her hair as he reached forward and pulled on it, the sounds of her pleasure were too much. He only managed a few minutes before his dick began to pulse inside of her and he grunted in satisfaction as he climaxed.

Half an hour later, Eva slipped off his motorbike and appraised him as they were about to part at the end of her road. She smiled and bit her lip; musing over what a strange and eventful evening she had had. Marshall too, smiled at her, unsure of what to say.

"Well," he eventually spoke. "I'll see you round."

"I doubt that." Eva said playfully and nodded to him in goodbye before turning on her heel and walking away. Marshall watched her go, wondering if he really would never see her again, if their relationship would only consist of that one night of mindless vandalism and great sex.

Little did the two of them know that they would be seeing each other under very different circumstances in a matter of hours.

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