Author's Notes: Now, off on a tangent, away from those two attention-seeking mages. (whistles) In reply to the anonymous reviewers, those two are gay, but their love is platonic, not physical. This one doesn't involve them, and is rated M for strong sexual content. Flip to the next story if you do not wish to read a horribly done sex scene. Uh…enjoy? D:

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Title: Freedom

Rating: M, for strong sexual content.

Words: 656

Summary: Even the stupidest dog can bite back.

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His glasses lay on the bedside table, abandoned as their owner made a trail down her body with his lips. Keilith's fingers danced over her skin, their touch light and tantalising. Moaning and arching her hips, she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing him tighter against her body. His hands sliding down to caress her legs, she parted them at his gentle, but insistent touch. As he let his fingers skim across her inner thighs and his tongue taste the sweet area between her legs, Keilith found his mind straying from the woman of his attentions.

Why was he doing this?

Closing his eyes so he didn't have to see the blur that he knew was her legs, he tried not to focus on what he was doing. As her curled his fingers inside her, his mind was elsewhere. Initially, Keilith had taken her because he wanted to seal his place beside her. That was so he no longer had to fear attack from her followers since he was under her protection. Back then, their times together had been enjoyable. They would continue their dance long into the night and through the early hours of the morning. It had been amusing, finding different ways to pleasure her.

But now he ceased to be amused. He was no longer aroused by her soft, creamy body. Feeling himself move within her no longer gave him a sense of power over her, despite her moans of pleasure. He only to her room at nights out of routine, knowing at was expected of him. When had their positions of power reversed? He used to be the one in control, manipulating his way into her good books to protect his research. But somehow, she had managed to recover and turn his own machinations against him. Where had he slipped up? When had he become nothing more than a slave to her? This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what he wanted at all…

"Why did you stop?" she whispered, taking hold of his hands. He could imagine that slow smile of hers spreading across her face, even if he couldn't see it. She knew she had won, long before he knew he had lost.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt her tongue against his fingers, licking off the fluids there. He tried to give her a winning smile, but he strongly suspected he fell short. To make up for it, he kissed her along the side of her neck, teasing at the skin with his teeth. He was rewarded with a soft sigh of pleasure that he no longer cared about.

The question wasn't why did he stop. Rather, it was, why didn't he stop? A personal whore for a woman he despised, was that all he had become? It was so…humiliating. What happened to his pride that made him continue his 'illegal' research despite the shunning of the general public?

As Keilith curled his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him, he found his answer. He had become desperate to find any way of living and continuing his research. He had become so desperate, he had come to her, and now he was regretting it. He sealed the gap between their lips with a kiss, his mouth slick with more than just saliva. This wasn't living. He thrust upwards into her as she moved her hips down, allowing him to penetrate further into her. Keilith ignored her moans. He was growing tired of this…this slavish lifestyle. He had heard the recent whispers about him, all of them demeaning. Reject alchemist, suck up, bootlicker, those were all names they used to refer to him. They had even gone as far as calling him her personal bitch.

Well, he'd show those goddamned bastards. Even the stupidest dog knew how to bite back. And when he fought back, he had every intention to draw blood…