A/N: this chapter is dedicated to Sakura, who gave me pretty fanarts today. unfortunately i can't show you them yet, because she has yet to set up a devART account :pokes Sakura so she'll hurry up: but anyway, we've been officially bumped up to an 'M' rating. I HOPE YOU'RE ALL HAPPY. xD to be forewarned: this chapter is pretty kinky, even for me. be prepared for lots of hatesex!

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Like everything else between them, it was a struggle.

Beyond was not gentle. He had no intention of being so. And although Naomi had consented to participate within the confines of this unholy union, she was by no means an agreeable creature. When he manhandled her, she fought back. She called him nasty things under her breath. He encouraged her by brutalizing her. He raked his fingers down her back and her sides under her shirt, leaving marks that would surely remain when morning came. And they had not even gotten to the main course yet.

Beyond locked gazes with her, and saw an expression of hatred written there of equal intensity. She loathed him just as much as he loathed her – was disgusted by him, enthralled by him.

We're kindred spirits, Misora.

Beyond was getting impatient. He did not ask her to remove her clothing – merely did it for her, yanking her black tank top unceremoniously over her head. Naomi cried out as the fabric caught on her nose before he forcibly pulled it free. She slapped him. Beyond relished in the feeling.

"That hurt, you asshole!"

Those abominably ugly sweatpants she used for sparring came next. Naomi staggered awkwardly from the force of his hands upon her, and it took her a moment to properly regain her footing. Beyond watched her sway on the spot with clinical inspection that bordered on disinterest. He was a little disappointed in Naomi's own detachment – despite the humiliating state of undress, she remained proud, haughty almost.

B was losing his own arousal. Something was sorely lacking here.

"Somehow I expected a lot more than, well, this."

"You're not the only one who's disappointed, Beyond," Naomi said crossly, lifting her slender arms to fold them across her chest. Such dignity, even in such a state of undress! Beyond hated her.

"God, you don't even look away. You really don't have any shame, do you?"

"Why would I look away?" Naomi demanded hotly. "I'm not some teenager who's uncomfortable in her own skin, Beyond. I'm not body conscious by any stretch of the imagination, and you're definitely not the first person to see me naked."

"You misunderstand me. I need you to submit to my will."

Naomi's eyes widened slightly in realization. "Ohhh, I get it," she said slowly, shrewdly. "You want to victimize me." A smile was playing at those infuriating– intoxicating – lips. "I didn't know you were into roleplaying, Beyond."

"I'm not." He took a step forward.

"Oh?" She did not shrink away from him. He watched as she gathered herself to her full height, straightening her back and peering intently up into the mangled features of his face. Challenging him. "Then do it," she whispered, breathing hot mint on his face. "Make me your victim."

It was that damnably smug look on her face that caused him to lash out and seize her by the throat, steering her backwards until the back of her thighs met the sofa in the center of room. Naomi nearly tripped over the pants pooled around her ankles but Beyond held her steady, watching in grim satisfaction as she struggled vainly against his unrelenting grip.

"Which one do you want to be?" He whispered dangerously, their faces now scant millimeters apart. She could look into the madness of his face – and he could stare into the fear of her own. Oh, the terror – it thrilled him. This had been the reaction he had been striving for.

"With the route we're going, I suppose we could fashion this after Believe Bridesmaid's death. We don't have a rope available but I daresay my hand is doing a fine job of choking the life out of you, don't you agree?" Naomi, of course, couldn't answer, and Beyond just smiled.

"Or maybe you could assume the position of Quarter Queen? I could crush your skull, pluck out your eyes!"

Naomi's eyes were wide and glassy. Her face was slowly turning blue.

"And let's not forget Backyard Bottomslash," Beyond said cheerfully, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I could simply cut you up and hide the pieces."

At last he released his hold on her. Naomi's chest gave a great heave as she tried desperately to suck in new oxygen. Beyond flexed the fingers of the hand he had used to choke her as Naomi slumped to the floor. Then he began to leisurely unbutton the front of his pants.

"I think I'm ready to fuck you now."

Naomi glanced up from her position on the ground. There was none of that piss and vinegar he was so accustomed to seeing these past few days – only wariness. He could feel the nausea rising off of her in waves, and it pleased him.

"You're sick," she said, and her voice was still weak from a lack of air.

"But you wanted this, Misora! Demanded it, even. Really says something about your character, doesn't it?" He shucked down his boxers and sighed in relief as he exposed the whole aching length of him to the night air. It bobbed aggressively in Naomi's face, who immediately shrank away. "No need to be shy now, Misora."

Naomi seemed a little intimidated, and Beyond appreciated that, really, but if she didn't do something with her mouth soon his interest would wane. "Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't done this before!"

"Of course I have," Naomi snapped, tentatively taking him in her hands, which looked suddenly so dainty in comparison. Beyond smirked down upon her.

"It's nothing like L's, you know."

Naomi frowned at that, and B immediately knew.

Oh, how very interesting.

"You're still not doing anything," he pointed out, deciding to tuck that particular thought away to inspect later. "Want a few tips? Treat it like an ice-cream cone! That's what L used to do."

Naomi blanched. Beyond laughed.

"God, but I've always loved that look."

Naomi finally discovered that if she busied herself with the task at hand, Beyond would shut up. There were no minced words after that for a while as Beyond simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations. He was a little surprised at the performance Naomi gave – he had always pegged her as the vanilla type.

He didn't let her linger down there for too long, however. Beyond hadn't indulged in sins for the flesh since long before his stint in that dismal mental facility, after all – and the majority of his time now was spent playing voyeur, and so he hardly found the time to relieve his own tension. This, coupled with Naomi's expert administrations, left him hurtling toward a rather explosive finish at an alarming rate.

"Stop." Naomi was a sneaky little thing – she ignored him completely, going at it with fiercer determination than before. Bitch – she wanted this to end prematurely, to skirt her duties!

"Hey! I said stop!" He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked back, mindful of her teeth. He shook his head as she merely regarded him coolly. "Don't think you're getting out of this that easy." He mashed the palm of his hand against her forehead, pushing her onto her back. "Turn around."

"Turn around?" She asked incredulously.

"Did I stutter?" Beyond sneered. "On your knees and turn around."

For a moment he thought Naomi might defy him – the look she gave him was so eloquent of disgust that he wanted to kiss her, or maybe spit on her. But then she obliged.

He didn't bother with his shirt – his pants were down, and that was all that mattered. He fell down to his own knees on the plush carpeting behind her, running his hand experimentally over one smooth flank. The flesh of Naomi's backside quivered in a most intoxicating away, and Beyond's eyes were immediately drawn to her center, concealed by the barely-there fabric of her lacey undergarments.

"You know, I never thought you'd be one to wear lace."

"Are you complaining?"

"Maybe. I sort of liked you better when I thought you were some kind of self-righteous, uptight bitch." He hooked his thumb through the waistband of her panties before gently peeling them down. "And here you were, this whole time, hiding your inner slut from me."

She tensed with indignation. "I am not a slut."

"Really?" Beyond said, using two fingers and lightly petting her slit. He watches the muscles in her thighs flex. "Look, Misora," he admonished quietly. "Look at how aroused you are already."

Naomi didn't say anything, but Beyond instinctively knew that she was seething. Could this evening get any better? Beyond grinned – it was about to.

The dark-haired man leaned in, sliding his erection teasingly between her thighs. He slid one arm around her waist for support, and used the other to expertly unclasp her bra before flinging it across the room. He didn't glance back to see where it landed.

"I'm not going to ask if you're ready," he murmured malevolently, gathering one of her breasts into his hands and feeling the nipple there gather in salutation. "Because frankly, I don't really care."

Naomi cried out as he pushed his way inside of her. She was hot, burning, around him, and wonderfully tight. Beyond brought his other hand around to grasp Naomi's neglected twin mound as he brought his hips back before ramming them home again.

He felt her breasts, just for the novelty of it – not because he had any real concern for her pleasure, but because he liked the weight of them in his hands. It didn't really matter, apparently – hells bells, but Naomi enjoyed it, really enjoyed it, far more than any normal human being should. Why, it was practically a sin.

(Actually, it was a sin. Adultery – ah, the mere thought made B smile.)

"Look at you, Misora! Look at what you've been reduced to! I can't believe you're getting off to this! And in front of the oblivious, smiling visages of your future mother- and father-in-law, no less!"

If Naomi had any misgivings about that, she wasn't making them audibly known. She was moving against him now, shoving herself back onto him. Beyond just couldn't wrap his head around it. That whole situation was so utterly bizarre, even for him. And he loved it.

"Has the magnitude of the situation impressed upon you yet? You're letting yourself be fucked by Beyond Birthday! A man responsible for three murders, and one attempted-murder! I tried to kill you, do you remember? I knew it wouldn't work, but I tried to anyway!"

He brought one hand down, roaming over the flat of her stomach before pushing it up between her spread thighs. She helped guide his searching digits to her clit with a hand of her own. She moaned as they made contact with her hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

"That's how much I hate you, Misora! Never before had I tried to deliberately kill someone before their projected end! But you know what? It doesn't even matter that I couldn't kill you. Because I can see your lifespan, and I know when you're going to die. And when that day comes, it's going to be me that does it! Did do you hear that, Misora? I'm going to be the one who kills you!"

That was all it took. Naomi ducked her head down, pressing her forehead against the floor as she came. She cried out and her muscles clenched around him, triggering his own release in return. Beyond gave one final buck of his hips before emptying himself within her. Naomi sunk down onto her belly afterward, and the former protégé slumped upon her.

For once, I am having trouble distinguishing who's more fucked up here.

Once he regained his breath, he peeled himself away from her and rolled onto his side. Naomi did not move from her prone position on the floor, although she did turn her head to one side so that she could look away from him. Beyond didn't mind. There was no shared sentimentality here, after all – he still hated her, and he expected no less from the other side.

"I'm actually a little taken aback by how satisfying that was," Beyond said a few moments later, gathering himself up onto his elbows. Naomi gave a little snort before lifting her head at last to acknowledge her. She very openly rolled her eyes at him, and Beyond's attention was immediately drawn to the numbers scrawled in red above her head.

It took him a few seconds to register that something was wrong.

The numbers – the numbers have changed!

Naomi lifted one elegant eyebrow with the look of utter shock he was fixing her with. "Beyond?" She asked, unabashedly curious as he continued to stare with open-mouthed horror. "What's with that look you're giving me?"

How?