A/N - This is something I had written a long time ago, but never put up for some reason. Maybe one day I'll turn it into something more. But for now just a short snip-it. Enjoy!

Our Game

By: Azfixiation

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Dangerous words threaten us in darkness. Shouting fades into a quiet anger; frustration gives way to submission. Her cold stare is met with warm lips to break her from her thoughts. She reacts and the conflict in her mind is evident in her actions. A love so intense that it borders closely on the fine line of hate. Hate for what we are too weak to resist. Hate for what we fail to deny ourselves of. A hate that leads to uncontrolled passion.

Angry fingers tangle in my hair, a leverage to pull me from our kiss. The ice in her eyes is replaced with a more familiar look, one that brings a lump in my throat, before I push her against the wall to press my lips back to hers. Anything can happen… anything but that.

So she gives in, pushing one boundary to save us from another. Lips bruise and nails eagerly find flesh, clawing away at the pain and confusion. Words are more dangerous and in passion heavy-lidded eyes disguise the truth we both wish to escape. And so we play our tempestuous game, giving in to base desires that cloud all reasoning of the mind.

Clothes are shed quickly - carelessly - and eager tongues seek out new flesh. There is no tenderness, only an overwhelming need. I want to be rough. I want to hurt her and make her cry the way I want to cry for her. I want the ache in my heart to be palpable, something real that can be released. My mind cries out to mark her as my own yet instead I settle for telling her she belongs on her knees for me. In this moment she is mine, and I will do as I wish with her. She is defiant but only for a moment. She knows she needs this as much as I do.

And as she kneels her hand finds mine and guides me, racing to the end of our game. I let out a frustrated growl and though I want to go slow, to make it last, I understand what she is doing. This game has no winners and it never will. We cannot win unless we are equally willing to concede. It is the only way we can be together and it is only when I am inside her that we are complete.

As my shaky voice speaks I find her moving closer, wrapping herself around me. I taste the salt of her sweat as my tongue finds her pulse point, my teeth grazing against her skin, once more resisting the urge to mark her. She is giving herself to me the only way she knows how and I will take all she offers.

And so I push harder, and soon I am rewarded as nails and teeth dig deep into my flesh. Her body shakes as I support her and in her bliss the anger fades. Ice cannot survive in the middle of a fire. For a moment I want to sob, she seems so fragile as she curls into my arms, gently rubbing the spot on my shoulder where she broke the skin.

The words I cannot say threaten to leap from my throat and once more the ice is restored in her veins as she pulls away from me. We've been here before, and I tell myself that one day I'll be brave enough to say the words again. Instead I find my clothes, putting them on as quickly as they were removed. I still wonder why she bothers, this game only has one player, and the end always comes too soon.

Instead I say my goodbyes, the same as always. She gives a hug, a quick kiss - as if everything is fine. I love you, I want to scream but I don't. A weak smile plays on my lips as I leave and the second the door shuts behind me the tears fall.

A love so strong it breeds hate. Because hate brings anger, and anger brings passion. It is our cycle. It is our game. And I will always lose.