They did it doggy style with Nick doing all the work, just like she'd said he would. Then they rolled to their sides and he spooned up behind her, holding her tight with his hand between her breasts, and fucked her this way. He hadn't even known it was possible for a man to come that often in such a short amount of time but he was pretty sure the last one he came dry. There was nothing left, he was spent and exhausted like he'd never been in his life.

And then she kissed him and her fingertips danced over his worn out cock and it started to fill again. Nick whimpered in pain and need but she just laughed and slapped his ass.

"Time for a break. I'm hungry." She announced and rolled out of the bed. "What kind of host are you anyway? Letting a lady starve. You could at least offer me a drink."

Naked as she was she walked out of the room, still limping but it was less prominent now, and Nick nearly fell out of the bed in the desperate attempt to hold her back.

"Please, don't go." He cried and tried to follow her. His legs refused to hold him and he collapsed on the floor with his arm trapped beneath him and the rivets of his bracelet digging into his skin. Nick hissed in pain and came up to hands and knees. He couldn't walk? Fine, he could crawl.

By the time he reached the living room she had already freed the couch out of the kitchen and had found the Chinese leftovers in the fridge.

"Who was that, anyway?" Chewing she leaned against the counter and pointed with the chopsticks at something in the corner. The couch blocked Nick's view and he was thankful for that.

"Aiden." He came up to his knees and wrapped his hand around his aching cock. Before he'd thought stories about guys chafing from too much sex were exaggerated. Now he had the proof in hand, quite literally, and he still needed more.

"My roommate." He added and despite the growing pain he pumped his fist along his shaft. "Please."

"Don't rush me." She picked up a piece of meat and examined it as if it was the most interesting thing ever. "You have one, maybe two rounds in you before you die from exhaustion. I want to enjoy this as long as I can. I owe Dean that much."

Nick still had no idea how she knew Dean or what had happened between them but he couldn't care less. Even dying didn't sound that bad if it meant that she would come back to him.

"Please." He crawled closer, having just enough sense left to not crawl straight through the shattered pieces of the TV. "Please. Need you. Fuck me. Please."

"If you ask so nicely." Finally she put the container down and licked the chopsticks clean. Thinking she tapped them at her lip and then a smile crept on her face. "You like getting fucked, don't you?"

"Yes." He nodded. "Anything. Just please."

He tried to reach for her but lost his balance and fell face first to the floor.

"You're getting the idea, great." She came closer. "Stay this way. Don't move."

Nick stayed that way, face pressed into the carpet and ass up in the air. An unfamiliar touch made him twitch but he quickly identified it as the chopsticks trailing along his spine all the way down to the crack of his ass. The two tips circled his entrance and in a clear moment he realized what was about to happen but the sudden pain still caught him by surprise.

The chopsticks weren't that thick, however, without any preparation and with only a little bit of spit to ease the way it felt like she'd just rammed a sledge-hammer into him.

Nick wailed in pain but she hold him in place, fingertips digging into his skin like claws, and she brutally fucked him with the sticks.

"What's the matter, pretty boy?" She asked and rotated the sticks deep inside him. "Thought you like this. Don't want you to miss out on something just because I lack certain parts."

He couldn't answer, there was just pain. He clawed at the carpet in the hopeless attempt to get away but she was too strong.

After an eternity she flipped him over and the glass-pieces of the TV bit in his back but he barely noticed it because the sticks were still inside him, buried deep, stabbing him from the inside with the sudden movement. He screamed but she clamped her hand over his mouth.

"Stop bitching around. You're enjoying this." As a proof she stroke his fully erected cock and he jolted in a mixture of pain and lust.

"See?" She sank down on his shaft. "You want it."

She reached behind herself and grabbed the chopsticks again. She fucked him and rode him in a matching rhythm, perverting Nick's favorite position he had with Sam and Dean.

If it was the pain or the fact that she hadn't kissed him in a while Nick didn't know but his mind became clearer. The fog of lust and need lifted and in a clear moment he grabbed her to throw her off.

He wasn't sure what happened next. The buckle of his bracelet got caught in the wound in her leg. Then all of a sudden she screamed and wailed and there was the smell of burning flesh.

He threw her off but she was over him again the next second. They struggled and weak as he was he had no chance of fighting her off for long. He kept her mouth away from his, if she managed to kiss him he was doomed, he knew that, and frantically searched for a weapon, anything. For some reason she shied away from him when his hand with the bracelet came close to her face and that gave him the second he needed to grab a piece of the shattered TV.

When she dove in to kiss him the next time, he rammed the glass in her throat. Her eyes went almost comically wide in surprise. She made a gargling sound and blood dripped down on Nick and then she collapsed on top of him.

For a second Nick just lay there with her lying motionless on him but then he started to move. He rolled her off and got the chopsticks out before he crawled away from her.

Back pressed against the wall and his knees drawn to his chest he just sat there and cried. His erection finally died down, the need gone, leaving him all empty and tired with a dull pain in his lower regions. He was so tired.

But he couldn't sleep, not yet. First he had to call the police or go to the hospital or … he didn't know what to do.

He wanted a shower, wanted to get her smell off his skin. He wanted to sleep and for the pain to go away. He wanted this to never have happened.

Nick looked around the trashed living room. Aiden lay there but when he crawled over to him to check for a sign of life, he found Aiden's eyes staring at nothing and his skin cold to the touch.

"Aiden." Fresh tears filled his eyes. Aiden was dead.

Nick looked over to the woman lying in her own blood. She was dead, too. He had killed her.

It was self-defense, he told himself. I had no choice.

Would they believe him? Was it even true? She hadn't forced him.

How many times had he said please? How many times had he said that he needed it? And he'd never come that often in a row in his life.

He rushed to the bathroom and made it just in time before he spilled Lucky Charms and curdled milk in the bowl. When nothing was left, he hung dry heaving over the toilet.

He didn't know how long he sat on the cold floor with his cheek resting on the toilet seat but eventually he forced himself up to his feet. He needed to get moving.

Methodically he washed the tears and the snot off his face, got rid of most of the blood, her blood, this is her blood, and then gently wiped his groin. There was blood on the washcloth when he wiped his hole and he could only hope that she hadn't done any serious damage to him. The pain was still there but bearable and with the wall to support himself he made it over to his room.

He had to sit down on the bed to dress himself and when he stood up he left a bloody spot on the sheet.

He found his phone on the floor where she'd dropped it and he nearly face-planted when he picked it up and he had to lean against the door frame until the world stopped spinning. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he just wanted to collapse but then he caught some movement in the corner of his eye.

She was moving. Her fingers twitched and she blinked at him.

That got him into action. He clutched his phone and hurried past her but stopped when he saw her face. It looked different now, deformed with thick scars crisscrossing it like somebody had tried to cut her face to pieces. Her mouth moved like she was trying to say something but the piece of glass in her throat kept the words inside.

Nick turned away and left the apartment. He probably should call an ambulance for her but he didn't want to.

Making his way slowly down the stairs he thought about what had happened. Not about what had happened, because he never wanted to think about that again, but about her. About her glowing eyes and he swore he'd seen some light between their bodies, too. About her changed face. About her strength. About her kiss.

Nobody would believe him.

"Hey fag, what's with the noise?" Mr. Douchebag poked his head out when Nick passed his door and Nick just wanted to yell at him: "Now you care?" but he saved his breath for the next step and the one after that.

Hunched over and painfully slow Nick left his apartment behind. He stepped into the bright sunlight and turned left and just kept going. He couldn't remember if he'd closed the door behind himself and he wondered how long it would take Mr. Douchebag to discover the mess he'd left behind.

Nick kept walking for as long as he could. He stumbled into a back ally with dirt and trash piled up the walls and he crawled between two dumpsters and just crashed there. Somehow he had his phone still in hand but he had no idea who to call.

He wiped fresh tears from his face and managed to scratch himself with the bracelet. The buckle was bent and there was blood all over it, already soaked into the leather. He'd ruined it. They had given it to him for their anniversary and he'd ruined it.

Curled up to a ball he cried again until there were no tears left.

Would Sam and Dean believe him? Or would they call him crazy? Would they want him around anymore after this? After he'd let this woman … He couldn't bring that thought to an end.

He had no one else he could turn to so he scrolled through his contact list until he found Dean's name but he didn't hit the call button. What should he say? They had a busy day, should he really bother them with this? Shouldn't he man up and deal with his problems on his own? He wasn't even sure if he could tell them what had happened.

More by accident than anything else Nick hit the call button and then he hold his breath while he listened to the ringing. Finally Dean answered.

"Dean?" Nick cried in relief.