A/N: Hey all! :] Hope your weekend's going great so far.

So, I wanted to take a moment to thank you guys. I was looking over the Far Cry tag on here, and as of right now, this story has the most amount of reviews out of all of them on FanFiction. It's close, but The Tiger and the Bird has the most reviews on the Far Cry tag as we speak.

Honestly, that is one of the coolest fuckin' things I've ever been privy to. And it's all thanks to you guys! So here's a huge thanks that's reserved just for you! Thank you to all the dedicated readers who have been reviewing each chapter, and welcome to all the newbies who have jumped on board the "Vaas is smokin'" train, as well. ;)

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Okay. Thank you again, and I hope you all enjoy this chapter! See you next weekend!

I swallowed. No one had moved since Vaas shouted out his threat. The look that Headband was giving me was scaring me, because I knew that he was going to use me to get what he wanted.

"Ten," started Vaas on his countdown outside. "Nine." Headband still stared at me, but then I saw his face contort in anger. He no longer believed I was a prisoner. I was a pirate. I was a no good piece of bandit scum. "Eight. Come on, you really don't all want to die, right? I'm giving you an out over here!"

Before I could react, Headband grabbed me by the collar and hauled me upright. I tried to yank away from him, but he paid no attention as he dragged me closer to the exit.

"Seven!"

The man at the door glared at me as he opened the door for Headband and I.

"Six!"

The only welcome thing about this scene was the breeze. That room we were just in was so stuffy and hot that it was suffocating. But like I said, it was honestly the only thing that was good about this sight.

"Fi—ah, I see you have come to your senses!" laughed Vaas. He was holding his pistol in one hand, arms crossed across his chest. A small convoy of cars was behind him, with a sizeable group of men milling about the Rakyat camp. Dead bodies lay strewn about, the aftermath of the carnage from before. I swallowed and tried to keep the bile from rising in my throat at the sight of so much blood and gore.

For the very first time since I had met him, I wasn't sure if I was happy or not to see Vaas. I was glad that he had come to save us, but that laugh he had let out earlier… my stomach still hadn't returned from the drop it made when I heard that terrifying cackle.

I saw Bayani walking out of one of the huts, massaging and rolling his shoulder, arms now untied. He rolled his neck and then froze when he saw me being dragged by Headband. I saw him make a move towards me, but one of the pirates put a hand on his shoulder.

Headband stopped walking and held my shirt tight. "Is this the one you're looking for?" he asked, shaking me a little.

"Why, surprise surprise. Hello there darlin'," said Vaas to me, aiming his gun at Headband.

Before I could even take a breath, I found myself in an even tighter grip with a blade at my throat. I struggled back but was only met by Headband's strong chest. The blade dug in a little, but luckily still hadn't broken the skin. He was using me as a human shield.

Suddenly finding myself looking down the barrel of Vaas's pistol, I was scared again. It took me back to the first day when I had threatened him with a knife, and when he ordered me to sit with him. What terrified me even more was that he didn't even point the gun away. It was still aimed right at me.

"Vaas, you can have what you want when I can get I want. You have my friend, and I want her back!" snarled Headband.

Vass smiled. "Friend? What friend? Refresh my memory; what's her name?"

"Analyn! You mother fucker, where is she?"

"Analyn… Analyn," mused Vaas, rolling it over his tongue. "You know, something's coming back to me now. I do remember her."

"What the hell did you do to her?" asked Headband grimly. "Where is she?"

He shrugged. "You know, I don't really know. I really don't."

Headband gripped me tighter and held the knife closer, making me cough. "Really, you don't? Then I suppose you won't mind if I just kill this girl then, huh? After all, your pirates are dispensable, right?"

Vaas laughed. "Ridiculous. She isn't a pirate. There's no way she could be one of us. No, no, amigo; what you hold is my property. She's mine. And I suggest you give her back right now."

"I'm not your fucking amigo," spat Headband. It was getting hard to breathe with his death grip on my shoulder and shirt, and the knife at my neck. Not to mention I was scared silly. "You tell me where she is, asshole!"

"Vaas, just give him what he wants," I yelped, startling Headband into pressing the knife deeper, drawing a bit of blood. I winced but was too strung-up on adrenaline to really let the pain sink into my system. "She's just one person."

"Damn it, don't damage the goods," said Vaas, seeing a small line of blood slowly inch down my neck. "She's worth a pretty penny, you dense fuck."

"Give me back Analyn and you can have your whore!"

My eyes flared. I was feeling sorry for him at first, but now he just put me on his bad side. He did not just call me bad name.

Just then, I heard some footsteps behind us. The door guy cried out, "Boss, look out!"

Headband turned, bringing me with him, but my eyes were locked on Vaas. A slight snarl graced Vaas's features as he held his gun a little higher and pulled the trigger. The bullet went whizzing by me to hit Headband in his side. He cried out and flung me away from him. I tumbled to the ground but scrambled away quickly. Somehow I suddenly found myself being pulled up by Bayani. Where the hell did he come from?

Another shot rang out and the door man fell limp. Headband yelled and shouted in pain as Bay and I quickly ran back to Vaas's side.

Laughing, Vaas came up to him, still pointing the gun. "You shouldn't have taken my property, amigo. What's mine is mine, not yours."

"I'm not your fucking—"

Vaas knelt down and stuck his pistol in Headband's mouth. "Hey, you say that one more time, one more fucking time, and I swear you die right here and right now. You get me? Huh? I said do you get me?" Headband choked out some sort of reply. Vaas just stared at him for a few seconds, letting his threat sink in. Bayani cut the bonds on my wrists, and I tossed them away, massaging my wrists. I nodded my thanks to him and watched the scene with wide eyes.

Vaas slowly stood back up. "Good. I'm glad we have an understanding." He looked around the camp. "It looks like you're the only one left. And you know what? I do remember that bitch you were talking about. I sold her about a month back. Got a very good price for her. Used the money to buy booze for me and my men." Headband's face fell. "And because you insulted me and stole from me, I'm going to let you live so you can suffer. See what you've done is wrong. Get me?" He put away the pistol. "May want to get that bullet wound looked at," he turned to leave, "amigo."

I almost felt bad for Headband, watching him stare after us with this terrible hate in his eyes, but he did just try to kill me. I know he was only trying to get his friend back, but… he was a Tito in this situation. Vaas clapped an arm around my shoulders and led me to one of the jeeps. He was silent as everyone followed suit and packed back up into the cars. He was silent even as we drove back to the camp. You know, he didn't even look at me once the way back, either.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to say thanks or to just stay silent this time. I was actually scared. I mean, I know he wasn't going to shoot me, that was for sure.

Or… or was it?

Bay said we were dispensable. What if Headband had tried to call his bluff, and Vaas shot me to get to Headband anyway? Would he have done that? I mean, I know it wasn't like we were best friends or anything, but it still freaked me out that he could play with my life so easily like that.

He finally talked when we got out of the car when we reached camp again. "Come with me." The way he said it scared me. He didn't say it happily or seductively or anything; he said it as if I was about to get yelled at. Which… was probably what was going to happen, I thought as I followed him back to the main building. Great. I had already had enough of Bay yelling at me, showing me my mistakes, but Vaas? I could barely hold a conversation with the guy. How the hell could I withstand his anger?

He held the door to his office open for me and closed it behind us. I swallowed and stood in the center of the room, not daring to look at him. I waited for him to say something as he slowly walked around me and stood at his desk. He put his hands down on it and stared at me.

I didn't look at him. I didn't want to see the look he was giving me. Damn it, I felt so guilty and he hadn't even said anything yet!

"Honestly, do you think you're invincible?" he asked coldly. I shuddered. "Do you think you are unbeatable? Do you think you're better than this jungle? Huh?" He tilted his head. "Why didn't you listen to me?"

I still didn't say anything. He sighed and grabbed a cup on his desk and hurled it at the wall, smashing into pieces. It made me jump and finally look up at him with wide eyes.

"Damn it, I told you to take someone with you!" he shouted. The crazy look was back in his eyes, and it was both terrifying and dangerously attractive. "This place will eat you up, bones and all. It ain't home! How many mother fucking times do I have to tell you, huh?" He came around the table and stood in front of me, looking me in the eye. "When the hell are you going to listen to me?" I took a step back, but he followed me. I took another step back, and once again, he followed. He had me at the wall again. I swallowed once more. "Do you think you can escape it? Huh? Is that what you think?"

I shook my head slightly. "I… I didn't think that—"

"You're right. You didn't think. That was your problem."

"I'm sorry, I just—"

"Look, when I tell you to do something, you had better fucking do it. I told you that you don't get special privileges. I don't want to treat you like this, but if you keep making these idiotic mistakes, you're going to get yourself killed. And I don't associate with people who are stupid enough to get themselves killed. You're still a prisoner. I own you. I mother fucking own you. All right?"

I frowned. "I… all right. I get it."

He still looked mad, but after I had accepted it, I saw something different in his eyes again. I swore it was anger, but… maybe it wasn't. It looked like anger, but it actually looked more like… hunger.

He took another step towards me, and this time instead of scaring me, the look in his eyes… excited me. The fear of him, the power of him, thrilled me.

His lips were at mine. It happened so fast that I almost didn't even notice it. At first it felt like it was just a mocking kiss, a way for him to prove his dominance over me, but it quickly turned into something else. I gladly welcomed the kiss and furthered it. He stepped closer once more, holding my body against the wall with his.

I couldn't keep my arms at my sides anymore. I didn't care if it wasn't okay, but I didn't give a shit. I reached up and held him closer to me, running one hand up the back of his neck to run it through his Mohawk. I could already feel my heart rate and breathing increasing; with each kiss we took, it increasingly became more and more fast paced.

His hands had snaked their way across my back and were rubbing my back up and down, pressing me, holding me closer to him. He held the dominant role in the kiss, forcing me against the wall and himself at the same time. He forced his tongue into my mouth, but I accepted it. Fuck, this is exactly what I had been holding out for all along. All coherent thoughts slowly slipped away as my needs were taken over by some deep, primal sexy instinct. All I could think about was him. All I could taste was him. All I could smell, hear, and be was him. It was glorious.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged it a little, becoming adventurous; a small grunt escaped his lips, and I could tell it was the right move because he became even more forceful with his actions. His hands found their way under my shirt and he gave my boobs a quick squeeze and my chest a once-over before breaking our kiss and pulling my shirt off me. I obliged and tossed it away as quickly as I could. We got back into the kiss, but it wasn't fair for me to not have a shirt on with his still on, so I mimicked his actions and pulled his shirt up over his chest. We broke our kiss again, but only long enough for him to pull the red tank over his head and drop it on the floor.

I didn't even have time to greedily look over his body before his mouth was at mine again, his tongue invading. I remember vaguely being aware of the heat passing between us, the feel of his warm skin on my own. I wanted more; no, I needed more.

He kissed down my cheek and down my neck, his facial hair tickling my skin a little. He only hesitated to unhook my bra and rip it off me before he got back at it. I let my eyes roll back a little before I closed them, biting my lip as he kissed down my chest to my breasts, licking and sucking and nipping a little, using a hand to play with the other one. I could only breathe and hold myself up with the wall as he played with me, toyed with me. It was so fucking hot, and I felt like would go insane if this lasted much longer.

He kissed his way back up my chest, up my neck, up my cheek to my ear. I really bit down on my lip when he licked my earlobe and started sucking on it. His hands snuck their way back down my back again, under the top of my pants, to grab a handful of my ass, making me gasp a little. He took the opportunity to make his way back to my lips and force his tongue into my mouth again.

I could feel a low, feral growl in his chest, and it was hot. He let go of my ass and wrapped his arms around my waist, hoisting me up. There was a strong need for something hard between my legs, so I wrapped them around him and he held me against the wall, kissing me, wishing for more.

That didn't last for long. Holding me against him with one hand, he walked us to his door, still kissing. Keeping my eyes closed, focused only on making out with him, I remember I vaguely thought to myself, "Wow. I can't believe that this is happening right now. To me."

I felt a bed beneath my back; cracking an eye, I saw that he had taken us to his room and dropped me on the bed. He climbed on top of me, a hand still on my lower back, positioning me beneath him. As we kissed, ground against me a few times, just testing. It felt so good to me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before our pants came off, too. Too many layers of clothing. Way too many for my liking.

Great minds think alike. His hands had moved down to my pants, unbuttoning them. The need for him was steadily growing, and I was practically shaking with anticipation. While he undid my pants, I sat up a little and started to undo is, helping in the process. It was going too slow for my liking, because I wanted him; I wanted him now.

He yanked my pants down and off my ankles, throwing them and my underwear to the side. He took a moment to look me over. He still had that deep, insatiable hunger in his eyes that only made me want him more. Just to play with him, I gave him a sexy smirk. It did exactly what I wanted it to; it fueled the hunger in his eyes and he quickly turned and pulled his pants and boxers down, tossing them away.

I really couldn't fucking do anything but stare. He was of average length, but he was thick. I bit my tongue and took a breath as he bent down to meet me. I met his eyes for a second before they closed and his lips were at mine again. The fervor with which he kissed me matched that insane starvation in his eyes.

I took in a breath, still in disbelief that this was happening, when I felt him just start to poke at me. I could feel him there, and I wanted—needed—him to be inside of me. My eyes slid shut in anticipation again. I was so attracted to him that I was already wet as fuck; I was glad he hadn't messed around with any foreplay. I would have been over and out before I could have blinked.

I gasped once more, my eyes shooting open, when he pushed inside of me for the first time. I let the breath out in a moan, loving every second of the feeling of him inside me. He grunted too, finally breaking our kiss, his lips at my shoulder. One arm was wrapped around my shoulders, the other on my ass, pulling me up to bury himself deep inside me. I closed my eyes tight and let out a whimper, the sweet pain of his cock deep inside me.

Slowly he pulled back, and I craved him again. He thrust forward into me again, and every feeling that I just had come back twice over. Fuck, I was in pure bliss. But still, I wanted more. "Do it," I said breathlessly, kissing his shoulder, my hands in claws, scratching his back in pleasure.

He gladly complied, pulling out and thrusting back in, out and in, each time sending a wave of further need up my body. I couldn't get enough of him. More, more my body screamed. He quickly set up a rhythm, rocking back and forth, the bed creaking under us.

After a while, I started to feel it. That slight pinpoint of need and pleasure that so slowly and yet so quickly grew; I was going to cum, and damn I knew it was going to be one of the best orgasms I had ever had. A strange taste formed on the back of my mouth and my tongue went numb a little. I lost more and more of my thoughts as each thrust he made garnered a grunt from him and a gasp from me. The pinpoint grew and grew, and he pushed and thrust, and suddenly, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer, rocking with him. The pinpoint of pleasure expanded and exploded through my body, and I cried out in pleasure, arching my back to meet him. I saw stars in front of my eyes, and holy fuck, shit, I had never felt anything better in my entire life. He rode me as hard as he could, prolonging my orgasm as I raked my nails down his back, moaning the entire time with my release.

And just like that it was over for me, but he still kept going. My orgasm had only turned him on even more, and I could tell that he was just as close because of the way he raked his own hand down my back.

It only took a short amount of time of a furious rocking rhythm before his mouth opened with a slight gasp and a grunt. I continued to kiss up and down his shoulder and neck as he gave one final thrust, back arched beautifully.

We stayed like that for a little bit, panting and gasping for breath, before he pulled out of me, sending a shiver up my body. He rolled over and lay next to me, eyes closed.

I looked over at him, panting, just watching him. Watched his chest rise and fall, a faintly smug look of pleasure on his face. I turned to face the ceiling again and let my own eyes close as I caught my breath.

I felt like I was glowing. I felt on top of the world. Shit, I was just fucked by the hottest man I had ever seen, and damn was he good. I had never felt that kind of pleasurable release before from any other guy I had been with. Felt like I had been missing out all this time or something. Like I had just been changed into something else, moved onto a higher state of being.

I felt some great sense of belonging. No longer the ugly duckling. I was the beautiful swan that knew where its place was; everything felt right at that point. Nothing could break this moment for me.

Shit, if this is how Vaas was going to treat me when he got mad at me, I'd have to make him mad a lot more often.

A/N: Heh heh heh. ;]

See you next Friday!