A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys. It's my fault. I've got no internet so me and xxdarknessxfallsxx have been having some major issues sending the chapters back and forth (and by "me and xxdarknessxfallsxx" I mean me" Anyway, I thought i'd post this- xxdarknessxfallsxx wanted me to change two words but i'll have to do it when i get my internet back up :(

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- Swan's Catastrophe


Chapter 12: We Are Young

Dance with the devil, don't be shy
Nothings gonna stop us
We can't die
Sleepin' in a bed, waking up outside
At least I can say I tried
So fathers, don't let go of your daughters
We take what we want, we don't borrow
Think I found a message in a bottle
This says "Drink me, drown your sorrows"

-We Are Young, 3OH!3

Reed fingered the small vial of Panacea in his pocket. He'd never much wondered about the effects the drug could have on another demon much less himself, since it could be viewed as cannibalism, so there was good reason for that- but he still toyed with the thought, much like he was toying with the small vial. He sighed, red eyes scanning the area around him.

It would only take Shepard and his band of psychotic followers to ruin Reed's night completely. Things with Hayley had not gone well, and he was in a rather "dark" mood. When he finally reached the graveyard, Reed was even angrier than when he left Hayley's house.

That girl really got under his skin and into his bloodstream, and finally his head- Until the only things left were thoughts of her.

Reed absolutely hated her for this, yet he couldn't fight the lure to her. She seemed to have no problem whatsoever pushing him away, another thing that she beat him out at. If anything, being around the girl would probably bring permanent damage to his ego. But when he was alone like this, he couldn't help but reminisce about the feel of her soft lips against his own, the way she sighed and panted as he worked her with his fingers. The whole experience was delicious, and intoxicating, and completely off limits. But god, she was beautiful.

He entered the workroom, groaning internally when he saw the undead demon still there. He had no doubt that this sudden appearance of undead beings was some sort of karma, or more likely the work of Shepard. Reed could only wonder what Hayley had done to deserve karma in the shape of himself. Although, she didn't really seem to be complaining- excluding of course, their last interaction.

And again, his thoughts were back on the girl.

Narrowing his eyes, he stormed to the other side of the work room and snapped the undead demon's neck in one swift movement. Then, just to make sure, he set fire to the corpse, (outside of course).

By the time that Reed re-entered his workroom, he felt exhausted. Without a thought, he hopped up on the steel, metal table where he usually examined corpses and laid back, resting his head on his hands and crossing his legs at the ankle. He'd gotten himself into some deep shit this time. It was bad enough that he had Caden on his back, but now he had to look out for Shepard, too.

"Deus succurro nos totus," he muttered to himself, becoming lost in the glare of the overhead light.

"Reed?"

The demon jerked up, caught completely off guard by the familiar female voice. He assumed he would be alone for awhile; and goddamn, just when he was about to drift away and stop thinking about her, she fucking appeared.

"Great timing," he spat sarcastically, pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve the onset of a stress-induced headache. When he opened his red eyes to gaze upon her, all thought and pain dissolved like smoke in a breeze.

Hayley leaned against the doorframe of his office with her hair wind-blown and her creamy cheeks flushed red from the cold outside. Without thinking, Reed planted his two feet on the ground and faced the girl as if her presence deserved attention and respect, instead of his usual uninterested and cynical disposition. He didn't even bother to question why the hell she had followed him here and why she wasn't back in her house, safe. In that moment, he was relieved (and secretly prideful) that she chose to come here. After their last conversation, which hadn't ended all that well, he looked at the vivacious human standing in his office doorway with certain expectation.

The girl dropped her gaze to the floor. "I… I just wanted to apologize."

The words hit him like a bullet train. Hayley Kindler, swallowing her pride and apologizing to someone like him? His expectations were immediately exceeded and replaced with an urgent craving. This desire only grew with every small step she took toward him. Reed didn't hinder or encourage her; he didn't move or even breathe as she, the undeniable center of all his thoughts, came to him.

The human chewed on her bottom lip as she searched for her next words. "It wasn't fair of me to say that stuff to you about what you are. I knew you weren't human from the start. Anyway, I still want to be a part of that contract. I don't care about the danger anymore; I'll do whatever you want."

Reed still wasn't breathing when she finished, and when her mouth finally closed, she stood only a foot from him. His crimson eyes tried to stare at anything but her pink lips, which turned red as her teeth pinched the blood to the surface. Finally, he was able to avert his gaze to the wall behind her head and draw a long breath in. Which was a mistake- her scent was strong in this proximity. Fan-fucking-tastic. Now the thought of her was impossible to ignore. She was the center of his sight and scent.

He needed more.

He needed touch. He wanted taste. He would kill to hear her sounds again as he dipped his fingers in and forced her to come.

"Anything, you say?" The smirk on his face must have given away his vile intentions, because her innocent eyes put up a barrier and she walked around him to the silver dissection table.

"Anything within reason. Look, I just came to make it clear that I don't want to void the contract or something like that."

"As if you had that option, anyway," he replied a little too darkly. He stalked her and regained the lost space; she took a step back and ended up cornered against the table as their nearness became inches instead of feet. The virgin looked for a way to escape, but Reed reached out and gained the third of his five desires. Her skin felt so gentle to him, but what he touched now wasn't softer than her core, which he'd taken the privilege of touching more than once before.

"Reed-"

"Don't protest to anything you want, and that's an order under the contract you want to talk so much about."

The man couldn't help it. He appreciated her humble apology, he truly did, but at the same time, her submission was desired in more than one way and the demon in him was going to get it. The only reason he seemed so forceful was because he knew she wanted this. He could already smell her attraction as strongly as a fresh bouquet.

"Don't speak," he commanded right as she opened her mouth. Her usual snippy comebacks tended to make him even more insatiable, but right now he wanted his control, his one-up. "Remove this." He ran a finger down the center of her torso and she shivered. The intimacy created a pink blush across her untainted cheeks. "Afterwards, you can remove mine." She responded to this suggestion and fell into the trap of curiosity in order to see his naked chest. He could only smirk as she complied silently, and his insides were swelling because of her obedience.

Something seemed off, however. He didn't recall the silver dissection table being so shiny, or the light ahead to have a red tint. Maybe his desires were just getting in the way of cognitive thinking.

"Reed, I don't know about this… I've never done this before."

Yep, cognitive thinking was lost as her pure, humanity-filled eyes gazed up at him and she basically told him she wanted him- she just didn't know the awesome pleasure it would bring her, and it was human habit to be fearful of the unknown.

Her hands crossed her chest to cover the mounds in her bra. Reed took her hands and shoved them up his shirt so she wouldn't cover herself. The pinkish blush grew more potent on her white cheeks, and her fingers crawled carefully and slowly up his front to trace the outlines on his fit chest. As was the anatomy of a demon: basically they were the best of the human form so it was easier to not only blend with the race, but beguile as well. As the girl's eyes filled with wonder, it seemed his anatomy was working and soon his shirt disappeared. Her flushed skin, which now reached from forehead to neck, was too much for Reed to contain himself.

The demon cupped her face with his hands and tilted her head back so he could acquire his fourth desire: taste. Nothing seemed more intimate with her than a kiss, especially hot, amorous ones like now as his mouth covered hers. She always tasted sweet, for some reason, and her lashes tickled his cheek as he attempted to steal air and leave her breathless. When he allowed her to separate, he grinned at how she gasped for breath, but then tried to lean in for more. He cut her off by turning his head to the side and moving his mouth next to her ear.

"Let me take care of you. There's nothing to worry about."

The chaste girl believed him because she nodded her head, and Reed made sure this was followed by removal of her jeans before she could start to doubt. The demon lifted her up on the table behind her so her legs could wrap around him; his straining arousal became the center of attention as he crushed his hips against hers.

He needed this, but he would never admit it to her.

He would string her along and have her believe she received his attention because she wanted it and he was the asshole with no boundaries willing to give it to her.

Hayley's body jerked against his and she moaned when Reed rubbed himself against her just right… He stopped moving and let his red eyes sink into her for a few still moments. "Tell me what you want."

"I don't know," she replied bashfully. "This seems, off."

Reed scrunched his eyebrows together as he noticed another thing wrong with the scene: Hayley's body was in perfect condition. Not that she normally wasn't attractive… There was no swelling from the jaw injury. No bruising from his own previous strong grips on her arms and throat.

He was definitely overanalyzing things.

Reed got back on task by acquiring his final needed desire, which was to hear her shout his name. The man ripped the rest of her clothes off and penetrated the area between her legs with his fingers. The girl's head fell back as he supported her with one arm, and the red-tinted light above made her creamy body a lovely crimson, which looked insanely enticing to the demon. She moaned as he pleasured her, his eyes never leaving her for even an instant. Her slight rock and tiny pants between moans were too perfect, too… artificial. So unlike the Hayley he touched earlier.

"If I didn't want you be my first, would you still try to take my virginity from me?"

Reed seemed confused as she asked this. Her eyes locked with his and her blush disappeared as her face grew serious.

The worst part was, he couldn't answer. Would the demon inside just take what it wanted anyway?

Suddenly, Hayley wacked his hand away and used her leg to drop-kick him in the head. He tumbled over…

And landed face-first on the hard ground of his workroom. The white light above the silver dissection table swayed back and forth as he lay still on the floor.

His 'morning wood' pressed painfully against his pants as he came to the sickening realization that the entire encounter had been a dream. Making lewd motions to the suffocating arousal in his jeans, Reed let out a growl and fell back against the ground. Why had his mind decided to torture itself like that? What was the point?

Reed thought about the girl and the last point in the dream- or nightmare. The big V, virginity. Shredding her purity by an act as delicious or sinful as sex, or rape, even. Certainly he was capable at the latter. The question was, would he do that to her?

The demon groaned and sat up, rubbing his temples as the onset of a headache rolled through his frontal lobe. Even as he slept, he couldn't get his mind off her.

Something had to be done, and fast.