A/N: Guys, I've been writing at this chapter for like a month, I swear. And a bunch of weird obstacles, coupled with my incurable laziness, got in the way one too many times. Anyhoo, back to Bonkai goodness!

Thanks so much for all your lovely reminders on tumblr and ffnet, they really help me get my shit together. I love you as much as Kai loves his pork rinds, maybe more.

Anon time: Guest1 (hah, feel your pain), cherry 1 (i like the use of ellipses there, you had a good time, I gather :), Guest2 (i accept my new title proudly, thanks!), Guest3 (yay, this is what I want it to be), SallyChoo (yaaaaaaaaaaaaas, this is what I'm talking about, i love corrupting you guys, there's so much room in the dumpster!), Alexis (aww, thanks hon, I hope you have a great day too), Angie (lmao i feel you girl and I get what you're saying about Bonnie still having empathy and thus, not being as twisted and dominant as him. True, but don't forget his magic is inside her. You still see our girl underneath it all, but it's a very blurred lines kind of situation. I think you'll find that ambiguity in this chapter too. Anyway, sexy times!), Guest4 (hah good on you anon), Dean's Girl (all very good questions and wonderings which will find an answer in future chapters :), Guest5 (thanks and here you go), Guest6 (I feel u bby! don't worry, whatever happens, trash never dies), Guest7 (I can't either, trust me :).

Time for heads up again. This chapter isn't as...ahem, violent as the last one but you know, dark themes and strong M are still very much in place. Also, reminder for everyone that Kai is still a psychopath who hasn't merged with anyone yet and so, he has a slightly different way of handling actual sex. Let's just say it's more cerebral and animalistic than romantic. But as always, it's ambiguous. You never know what is affection and what is not.

Enjoy the sexy times!

P.S. Depeche Mode's "Corrupt" for this chapter (*winking at a particular reviewer*)

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Chapter 7: Synesthesia

You'd be crying out in pain

Begging me to play my games

I could corrupt you

The smell of her arousal was a peculiar mixture of honey and ash. He remembered the scent from early childhood, when his father would let the fire die in the fireplace, and bits of cinder would float across the living room for weeks at a time. He used to swallow them as he climbed down the stairs in the morning and they would inevitably remain stuck in his throat even after eating the honey-lathered toast left by his mom. Then it was off to school for little Malachai.

Kai shivered at the memory. He was not about to tell her it was his first time enjoying a body like this: bare, vulnerable, completely his. The truth was, no one had ever trusted him, much less liked him enough to give themselves to him. Oh, he'd been chased by various girls in high school, only for them to run away in disgust when he revealed his…inclinations.

He had managed to conceal the lack of experience so far with brutality and careful flirtation. He was quite adept at it, if he could say so himself.

Psychopaths didn't have social qualms when it came to sex. He was only sweating a little because – well, she had been a great sport earlier. Not only had she offered him pain and ecstasy in one fell swoop, but she had climaxed with him. It was more than he'd ever expected of anyone.

It's probably my magic taking over her.

And yet, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was a twisted part inside of her which had nothing to do with his magic. He couldn't take credit for it, but he craved it, craved to know it, touch it, disassemble it and put it back together. These parts were rare in normal, loving human beings. You had to treasure them.

He dragged her panties down her legs at a painstakingly slow pace. Bonnie quivered and chafed her thighs against each other, but made no other movements. He could tell she was still recovering from their reciprocal mutilation. But he found he didn't care. Or rather, he cared too much and so, he had to compartmentalize what he wanted to enjoy first.

He could start slow, to ease her into it. In all those B-erotica movies he used to watch by himself the rough part always came first, after which the lovers soothed each other with gentle caresses.

Fuck that.

He wasn't going to press butterfly kisses on the inside of her thighs. He wasn't going to tell her she was beautiful. He was pretty sure some incompetent moron had followed through this exact script her first time. His mood did not favor cheap romance.

He gripped both her thighs, digging his nails into her sticky skin, making sure she wouldn't be able to move an inch. And then, he bent his head down and bit into her clit, twisting it between his front teeth like a piece of sweet chewing gum. Bonnie screamed from the shock and the pain, all at once, and tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he pushed her down roughly and rolled his tongue down the length of her mound, digging his incisors into her folds, biting and slicing her sensitive flesh, like he was trying out a new carving knife and she was the meat. He was clumsy, mean and downright sadistic.

And she should have expected no less. But she still shrieked in agony when he parted her folds further with his fingers and bit into her clit again and again and again. Every time, his tongue swiped the swollen flesh tenderly, but it did not soothe her. It only prepared her for the next attack.

"Stop that! It hurts, you idiot!"

But her hips bucked against her will and she raised them up into the air, a powerful current of guilty lust running through her nerves to her center. Her core tingled with his bites. There was a disturbing balance between the sting and the pleasure that left her breathless.

"What hurts?" he mumbled against her flesh. "The tongue? Okey-dokey. I'll bite more."

"No!"

She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled his head up. "Don't you dare."

They were both a little exhausted from their previous battle, but Bonnie seemed to have one more ounce of energy left in her. Her nails dug into his scalp with relish.

Kai narrowed his eyes at her until she was only a half-formed image, beautiful but severed.

"You want me to stop?"

Bonnie gritted her teeth, her hand shaking from the effort of holding his head. "I don't like it."

"Do you want me to stop?" he repeated adamantly.

"I don't like you."

Kai chuckled, releasing a soft intake of air which tickled her insides cruelly. "Don't you?"

She wouldn't let go of his hair. With his head tilted up uncomfortably, he let the tip of his thumb massage her clit gently, both teasing and easing the pain he had caused. He stared at her sundered body and watched her eyes become hooded and unfocused. His finger worked up and down her folds with lazy purpose, like a traveler crossing an unknown path, in no hurry to reach his destination. He traced and rubbed the little ridges and precipices of her sex, feeling a strange kind of need, a drive to keep going like this even if it did not benefit him at all. He let his forefinger dip into her wetness only half an inch. The little hole was stretched by his intrusions, but the flesh inside quickly molded to his thumb, and he felt his dick growing uncomfortably hard against his shorts. He was watching her body respond to the intrusion. It was new, yet vaguely familiar to him, because it reminded him of death, but an intimate kind of dying that required no violence, just a static pleasure. This limbo state usually came after the killing. It was obscure and exciting to reverse the stages. His arousal became more obtrusive, more demanding. Odd, it felt more like a psychological, than a physiological need. He craved to see her come again simply for the power, not the sex.

Bonnie trembled and sighed, clenching her thighs around his thumb. When he felt her fingers weaken her grip on his hair, he knew he had her.

She dropped his head entirely.

Kai smirked with relish. He could continue his experiment, but in a more enjoyable manner.

He really should have thought of this first. Bonnie might have indulged in sadistic power plays, but deep down, she was still just another girl who wanted to be loved and cherished. Of course, he couldn't love and cherish - not in the selfless, mediocre way of the idiots around him - but he could do a very good imitation of that. He could pretend he was a generous and tender lover, if only to continue his experiment and indulge in his own desires.

It was hard, at first, to control himself and not just sink his teeth again into that vulnerable flesh. It begged to be twisted and torn and tortured. He paused and took in a deep, steadying breath. Honey and ash, sweet and rotten. He thought of ice-creams. But he used to bite into those too, even if they froze his teeth. Nothing could remain unmarked. He closed his eyes and stabbed her thighs with his fingers, trying to assemble some restraint. He wanted so badly to destroy her in a way that would make her cry out in exhilaration. But she did that for you, remember?

Why couldn't they be sick all the time, perverting their senses with each new contact?

He let his tongue slide deliberately over her cunt, pressing the tip into her clit, drawing a tic-tac-toe around it deftly. He imagined a better world, one where he could be free of tenderness. One where he could slurp and seize and snatch without restraint.

He felt all the blood rushing into his tongue as he dipped up and down her clit and tried to give her only a shadow of a touch, without inflicting any damage. That was the way with him: full destruction or ghostly absence, nothing in between.

…this isn't so bad, he realized.

She was delicious, of course. It was only the gentleness that killed him. Yet, gradually, he was beginning to understand this was just another game, another power play, only vastly different and superior. It was a game with himself; could Kai beat Malachai? Could he keep the beast contained?

And, if he kept the beast contained, could he wrench the same dizzying reactions from her, all the same?

It was a dazzling challenge.

He moaned against her core, because the idea of killing her slowly with "affection" was quite delectable.

Soon, she was writhing uncontrollably. She was too proud to cry out again like before, but he could hear the way she swallowed down her breath like heavy stones. Her fingers were gripping the seat with such intensity that her knuckles jutted grotesquely out of her skin.

His arousal surged; the psychological need was being fulfilled. She was coming apart again, just from the butterfly ministrations of his tongue. He closed his eyes and savored the whole picture. Synesthesia; a mixture of all senses. He saw and smelled and tasted and touched this essence of Bonnie Bennett that was slippery and slick, but no match for his own snake-like movements.

She was stiff from lust, her muscles locked in a chase for pleasure, her hips bucking and absorbing as much of him as possible.

He smirked, lips coated in her juices. He opened his mouth and breathed hot air on her clit, making her expel a half-muted screech.

"Aaah!"

His dick stirred in response and he had to pause before he spoke.

"You know I'm actually forty, right?"

He could hear her staggered grunt, as if she'd been rudely interrupted from a good dream.

"I mean, I just wanted to let you know before you came into my mouth."

Bonnie's hips trembled slightly. He could hear her shallow breathing. Her muscles tensed.

"We already established you're being fucked by a psychopath," he continued, matter-of-fact, "but he's also middle-aged. Pretty neat, don't you think?"

His tone was light and conversational, as if they were having a chat over a cup of tea. But his words were spoken right into her cunt and she almost felt them penetrating her, squeezing through her walls and reducing her to nothing.

"Shut…up…" she managed, raising her hips in a silent command for him to continue what he started.

"I know it turns you on," he said, parting her folds with his tongue, rotating the tip against her clit. "I have aaaaall the proof I need right here. Still, a bit weird that I could be your daddy, right?"

"Oh God, shut – up –"

"Me as a dad, can you imagine? I'd skin the brat if he so much as whimpered. I was never good with children. After I battered my brother's brains all over the floor, I dipped my fingers in the blood and drew a little sun on the wall. A happy sun, the way kindergarten kids draw it in the corner of the page. I don't know why they do that. It's some kind of messed up cultural thing. Anyway, I think I felt happy."

"Stop …talking…please…"

"Dog skulls are super hard to smash, but human skulls – it only takes five well-practiced bat swings. But you have to do it from the wrist, so that your upper arms are relaxed," he explained, nipping and kissing and licking her clit while he spoke.

"Jesus, no." But her muscles twitched uncontrollably and he felt she was close.

"Some rookies make the mistake of stomping on the brains with their feet… what kind of deranged asshole would you have to be to destroy your shoe wear?" he laughed, inserting one finger teasingly, moving it in and out slowly. He sucked on her clit while his finger kept pumping inside of her at a leisurely pace.

"But, hey, someday, it would be nice to not care about fashion choices and just tap-dance on someone's synapses. That's the dream. Right, Bon?"

"…stop talking already!" she exploded, pulsing with need.

Kai had never felt this powerful before. It left him drunk, this new pleasure. He wanted to revel in her climax, but he also wanted to cut it dry, make her suffer for it.

He paused and neither spoke nor continued his ministrations, but waited.

Bonnie at first only wriggled her thighs towards him and groaned softly at the loss of warmth. She awaited release. But when it was obvious he wasn't going to go on, she opened her eyes and raised herself on her elbows.

"What are you doing?"

Kai pouted, chewing on his lower lip in a show of childish petulance.

"You're not listening to my stories."

"I don't want to."

He brushed his fingers against her swollen clit. She jerked forward against her will.

"Yeah…makes sense. I guess you don't want me to finish you off, either. " He sighed dramatically. "You don't want to be fucked into oblivion, I get it."

Bonnie swallowed, her pride struggling between dignity and desire. She licked her lips in frustration and tried to appear nonchalant.

"I'd rather you stopped than go on like…that."

"Sound thinking. What kind of person would you have to be to get off on little dead kids?"

"You'd have to be you."

"Ouch. That hurt," he whined and kissed the outline of her labia gently, sending more desperate shivers down her spine. His teeth grazed the flesh once, twice, thrice…

Bonnie twitched and gripped his shoulder suddenly. "Theeere…"

Kai stopped again, feigning confusion. "There where, Bon?"

She groaned. "Just…you know where…"

"I may be a warlock, but I can't read minds sweetheart."

"Just – just touch me again."

"Touch you? Like this?" he asked with the innocence of a young boy told to do something morally ambiguous. His forefinger dipped between her lips.

"Mhmm…." she mumbled in half-consent.

Kai grinned. "What about the poor dead kids?"

"I don't –"

"You don't what?"

"Just please…"

"You don't what, Bonnie?" he insisted with vengeful stillness.

"I don't care."

"What was that?"

"I - don't - care."

Kai released a contented sigh.

See? That wasn't so hard, was it? You're right on track, Bon Bon.

His desire surged embarrassingly for the girl who'd just displayed sweet nonchalance for the sake of his touch. He couldn't quite believe she had said it, but he could no longer ignore his erection or her effect on him.

He clambered over her, spreading her legs with urgency and positioning himself between her thighs. At the same time, she was pulling his shoulders towards her desperately so that their movements mirrored each other almost perfectly. The moment her nails raked his back, he was already entering her.

Bonnie cried out, already on the cusps of the orgasm she had been deprived of. She held onto his waist, dragging him deeper inside of her. Kai thrust into her blindly, unsure of what he was supposed to do, but unable to control himself or stop. His movements were jerks of need, coupled with a hunger that seemed to go beyond the physical. He gripped her to him the way he had strangled his sister, but this embrace had less to do with cutting off air and more to do with cutting off the world around them. He felt her hand pressing down on his lower back, urging him deeper in a way that both stilled and rushed the blood in his veins. His own fingers were splayed under her ass, lifting her into him in rapid motions. Instinct was guiding him without fail.

How the fuck haven't I done this before? he wondered amazed.

But the answer was writhing underneath him.

They were both selfishly preoccupied with their own pleasure. And yet, Bonnie opened her eyes and locked onto his, and for a brief moment, Kai was transfixed by their deep green color, which seemed to be endless and full of mysteries. He could reach out with his fingers and scoop her eyes out and squish that green forest between his fingers. He cupped her cheek with one hand, nails scratching under her eye, but Bonnie released a soft moan and her tongue traced the rim of his palm, almost by accident. He shuddered when she deliberately took his whole thumb in her mouth. He remembered it was still soaked in her juices.

"Don't -"

"Or what?" she murmured throatily.

He didn't know. Sex was nothing alarming, nothing disconcerting. But her hot mouth was uncharted territory. He groaned and dropped his head into her neck. She gripped him hard between her legs.

He pinned her down and pumped into her with abandon, fully aware that he was leaving himself open for attacks, but he was too absorbed by her to care. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care kept thrumming in his head, but it was her voice saying it.

She didn't care about what he'd done, she only cared about what he'd do. He'd do so much. They would do so much.

He kissed her breast and felt her walls clenching around him cruelly. He froze when her fingers parted his hair, running down his nape, caressing his back. Maybe it was this one simple touch, or her sudden hoarse whisper in his ear ("I'm - coming- Kai"), but he growled into her skin, the growl of an old demon breaking his chains, and let himself go with a spasm.

She was already screaming.

Their magics vibrated darkly, swallowing each other.