Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. A few have expressed that they wish it was more like the short story insatiable and trust me I'm trying, if it's going to be a story though then it needs alittle plot or it's just a porno.:) I want this story to be good. I had alittle trouble on this chapter. To Spock-Ohura fan: He's not in love with her, he just wanted to feel alive, like he was a human being just for a moment, that's all.:) I'd like to think he misses his wife alittle bit at that moment when he came to her in the night, he has alot of self loathing, he only lusts Belle right now, bad! ;3 who wouldn't after a gizillion years all alone.

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"Damm her to hell!" Rumplestiltskin stalked off up to his lair in the tower in the west wing of the Castle. "You stupid fool, what were you thinking?" He kicked open the door to his potion room sending it crashing back against the wall knocking over a table in the process. Slumping down into a chair with his head resting in his hands, he tried to block out the pain. It was idiotic to think that was going to work, nothing ever worked,what would make him think another woman would?

Rumple hardly ever slept and most of the time when he did drop from exhaustion his head filled with dreams of his dead wife, his lost son and his own private personal hell... what he had done to them. He closed his eyes as his face fell, He let out a sigh. What hurt the most is the terrible truth that if faced with the same choices again, he would still be too weak not to choose his power. The sweet, seductive power that flowed through his veins, sweeter than life.

He had hoped that for a moment he could forget, gain alittle peace maybe his little slave girl could ease that pain, he had gave it his best, but all he saw was her... Milah. She had been nothing but a drunk and a whore, but he had tried to love her, even though it had never been the case for her. Her loves had been few, the drink and some sea Captain, fool enough to believe her. The only thing she had ever done for him was to give him Bae. It was somehow enough though. Bae had been the light of his world, it wasn't fair what he had gone through, no boy should be the son of the town coward. Now they were all gone, ruined. He had destroyed her, tore out her heart. She had deserved it for what she had put Bae through. He was no better, he had let his son down, he couldn't change by then, the power was too deep in his soul...black, ragged soul that it was. Bae had been forsaken by both of his parents.

When thier father's had arranged thier marriage, Rumple had been troubled, he didn't love her, he didn't even know her. She had been a girl from another village but his father had insisted that this marriage was advantageous for him. She was the daughter of the town butcher, at least it was a step up from being the son of the town drunk, which Rumple had been. Well, perhaps in time they would come to love each other he had reasoned then and He had tried, he really had, but it was doomed from the start. Come to find out, she had been in love with someone else, a boy from her village. Seems she was always in love with someone other than him he thought. the marriage proved to be nothing short of hell for both of them. She never felt happy with Rumplestiltskin, not truly. She had finally given in and done her duty, giving him a child, begrudgingly of course and she then never really connected with the baby, perhaps she was incapable of it, with anyone. Rumple gave a "humf" thinking of his wife, comparing her to a cold fish in his mind.

Once she gave birth to Bae, he thought things would be different but they only got worse. She actually looked relieved when they had come for the able bodied men to fight in the ogre wars, relieved! Her cold eyes watched him leave with the other men, she had not one word of comfort for him. The last thing he heard as he disappeared from sight of his village was Bae, screaming for his papa.

He had spent countless nights in the wars, dreaming of those eyes that held no love for him and of Bae's small voice, pleading for him to come back. He had thought of nothing but the safety of his family on those long nights as they tried to fight a losing war againat inhuman monsters that killed 100 men to thier 1 or 2. It had given him the strength to fight back while he croutched in the cage after he was captured, knowing he was probably going to die, waiting for the chance to escape back to Bae.

It was Bae's face he had focused on when he had stabbed that filty orge, just the thought of holding them again, hopefully making things right with Milah. He had barly made it away with his life for fucks sake, he would be a hero, or so he thought as he returned to his beloved village, but instead he was spit on, shunned, even by the wife he had fought so hard to get back too, barly able to stand up with his mangled leg. There was no doctor, he had been killed in the wars, left to heal with only a bitter wife for comfort. The bitch... he hated her, HATED her! For a moment his anger surged within him only to burn itself out as quickly, he hated himself. His shoulders slumped, But never his Bae, not Bae. He lay back and tried to sleep for awhile, he felt weak, thinking of things long past. He didn't even know why he was dragging himself through the village of guilt for,Belle was his and he could have her when ever he wanted and dammit he wanted, who cared! She was nothing..nothing!

Business would take him away for a few days, more if he wanted it too. Belle would have to stay here by herself for the first time. She would obey or he'd kill her, he had done it before and he would do it again. after the curse he had hired more than a few servants, they all seemed to have pushed him too far or perhaps witnessed too much untill he had to disipline them... after all, even a mute could draw a picture , couldn't have them leaving here, telling only the gods know who his and his son's secrets. Belle could easily be replaced he lied to himself. She was just like the rest of them, ...she was a servant to him..completly expendible.

Well, one thing she had going for her, she was a dam good fuck. Or perhaps it was just because it had been so long since he had bedded a woman. Either way he had enjoyed himself immensely. Her smooth white skin felt like a ribbon of silk, wrapped around him, as she clung to him, moaning her pleasure in his ear. Her warm mouth had him feeling foggy and dazed as he licked his lips slowly, trying to get just one more taste of her, just once more . He didn't even want to think about how good it felt sliding into her, feeling her clench around him, when that happened he could hardly catch his breath, it engulfed his entire being. Making him crave more, crave her.

NO... he did not crave her, or anyone else, he stifly told himself. It was better to be alone, safer. It was all too much to think about right now, it was late, he was tired, if only he could close his eyes and sleep. Slowly Rumple toed off his boots after unlacing them before taking a late tea, letting the fire hypnotize him. He could spend hours watching the embers burn in a fire, thier dancing buds shooting up in the air with a hiss before succomming to the flames, only to be born again, forever a dance of immense heat. His eyes lost thier focus after a while as his mind started to drift, his thumb rubbing circles around the rim of his cup untill the liquid inside long turned cold. Yes, tommrow he would go.. deals... thats what he needed, a desperate soul...someone more desperate than him anyway.

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Belle got up with the sun. As before a dress was laid out for her. She wondered if this was how it would always be, him destroying her clothes only to replace them in the morning, Belle shook her head as she examined the small blue dress while she clutched the sheet close around herself. She kept replaying the night before over and over in her head, it couldn't have been a dream, could it? Belle decided she would just ask him, she would get some answers. She suddenly felt her inner courage decide to run and hide under the bed, coward... Belle rushed to the kitchen to fix up Rumple's tea as fast as she could , bringing it to the great hall, hoping she didn't run into him after all. It was quiet as she walked in... good, but where was he then? She sat up the light meal she had brought quickly and was about to head back out of the door to begin her duties when she turned and jumped, he was standing in the door way, blocking her exit. Belle felt her mouth go dry.

"Your up early dearie, couldn't sleep?" He leaned against the door frame, watching her with an amused look on his face. She bit her lip, wondering how long he had been standing there. Belle noticed that he looked tired, as if he hadn't slept. His hair was more tossled than usual as his eyes accessed her dress before returning to her face, he didn't seem angry and that at least was good, although he always had a dark, dangerous look in his eye regardless of his mood. When she didn't immediatly answer him he raised his eyebrow at her as if he were amused by her silence.

Belle tried to answer him quickly."I- uh," she faultered, her eyes flicked back to the tea on the table, and in a moment of defiance she raised her chin and gave him a hard look, she would not let him intimidate her this morning,"Will there be any thing else, my Lord?" A smirk made it's way to his lips as he raised up off the door frame and walked towards her. oh crap, she had messed up once again she thought, as he strolled over to her. "No, that'll be all..." his eyes hardened at her making Belle swallow her courage,"For now." Belle nodded her head once and started to move past him but his hand stoped her.

"Wait, I've changed my mind dearie" Belle's stomach dropped as his hand closed over her upper arm. "Take a seat, we need to talk." He sounded stern, Belle hoped that was all he intended as she turned at his persuasion and sat down in the chair looking up at him. This must be about what happened last night surely, Belle needed some answers, actually she needed some from herself as well. She found it increasingly hard to keep eye contact with him when he wore that knowing grin, he looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary, or in this case the cat that fucked the canary...senseless.

"Business has called and it will take a day or two's worth of attention, we need to talk about what is expected of you while I am away." Belle bit her lip as she listened. Away,he's leaving her here alone? Belle didn't know how she felt about that, here all alone with no one else. As he explained that she was not under any circimstances to even so much as approach the door to the castle Belle listened in silence. "What about your prisioner?" Rumplestiltskin's mouth immediately frowned at her, "What about him dearie?"

"Don't you want me to at least feed him, you have forbidden me to go down there, how am I suppost to..." Rumple looked as if he were mulling over something in his mind before he finally answered, "fine, feed him if you must, The keys to his cell are..." Belle's ears perked up with intrest. Rumple's eyes caught her reaction to his words, his mouth formed a hard line as his eyes narrowed. She looked just alittle too eager for his taste, "Don't mess with them..." he decided. Darn it, he wasn't going to tell her where they were, she tried to change her face to one of indifference, but it wasn't quick enough. She instead choose to stare down at her idle hands in her lap instead of at his direct gaze untill he was done explaining what he expected her to accomplish in his absence. Courage plucked at her heart when he finished and she looked up at him.

"Is there something you would like to add?" Rumplestiltskin asked. Belle felt her mouth falter as she stuggled to find the right words, "Last night, After I returned to my room..."she began hesitantly, Rumple's eyes narrowed at her "I..,uh well, I wanted to ask...did you..?"

"Did I what dearie?" He suddenly snapped at her."I remember you comming in to my room, I think..." Belle's voice sounded small, she was sorry she brought it up now, he looked upset. "You THINK?" Rumple hauled her up out of her chair by her arm as if her body were made of air as Belle got to her feet, "Let's get one thing straight dearie," Belle could feel his breath on her face as he leaned right into her face with his nastiest voice, "I'll do the thinking around here, you stick to your duties and we'll get along just fine."

Belle felt her courage dissipate rapidly, perhaps she had just dreamed it. Before she could find her tongue he tightned his grip on her arm almost to the point of pain as his nails pinched her tender skin. "I suggest you get those dreams out of your head little slave, they will do you no good." Belle turned her head as she nodded, not looking at him as he released her, his reaction told her volumes, it had been him and not an apparition, she was sure of it, why else would he be so angry. He just didn't want to admit it.

He walked over to the tea, helping himself, Belle took that as her cue to leave him but as she made her way to the door he spoke once more. "Watch yourself Belle, while I'm gone... I don't like to be disobeyed." Belle turned to see a very serious look on his face. If he just didn't look so grumpy all the time he would have handsome features even through his mottled skin and dark nails, it was his eyes, they were mesmerizing to her. They stared at each other for a moment before Belle nodded once more then left him standing there.

He was relived Belle left the room when she did or she would have seen his shaking hands as he rattled the tea set. Damm it... He wanted to launch the cup at the fireplace in anger at himself. He should have made her forget before he left her last night, a simple spell would have done it. His weakness appalled him. He could do it now if he wanted to...but he wouldn't. Apparently he enjoyed torture, he made his way to the chair Belle had just vacated, attempting to set his cup on the table and in the process it fell, hitting the floor but not before striking the leg of the table causing a chip to break off, ruining it and destroying his set. "Fuck!" he shouted as he leant over to pick it up, slamming it down on the table in a tantrum. What the hell was he so upset about, what did it matter that she remembered him comming to her last night. Rumple sighed as he leant back and propped his feet up on the table, trying to relax... which was almost next to impossible.

When he finally felt comfortable enough to close his eyes all he could see was his Belle withering beneath him as he slammed into her repeatedly, feeling her tightness all around him. Her moans, had been so soft, he wondered if perhaps he had only imagined it, they kept drifting through his ears as if she were here, now... He was rock hard just thinking about last night, perhaps he should put a spell on himself to forget as well he thought with a smirk.

No, he didn't want to forget. For that brief interlude he had forgotten his troubles, even if the pain came back twice as strong, it did dissapate for a few brief moments. He stayed in the dinning hall for the rest of the morning, spinning trying to forget, but he couldn't get his mind off images of his little slave girl spred out on the dinning table. He shook his head to clear his brain, better that he leave sooner rather than later, otherwise he might never get away.

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