Author's Note: Ahh! I'm finally almost done with this thing. Gosh, its incredibly sad that this has almost taken a year for me to write since I can crank out a chapter a night if I try. I was for a while, then a few chapters gave me such trouble that I put this on the back burner. Anyways, this one is basically a prompt I saw somewhere for a gravity and gun kink with Xigbar. And I couldn't help but swipe the idea so this chapter is nothing but smutty goodness. Warning, gun-kink.
There had always been an air of mystery to him. Even when she had finally unzipped his robe to reveal his chest; she loved to play with the fine hair. Even when he was finally nude before her revealing that 'v' that led down to a hard, bushy cock. Even when he led her out the prisoner and read her books they managed to keep from the castle.
She was sure she could pin point what it was. She had always wondered about that scar across his crooked face and the patch that covered his eye, darkening his face when he smiled, when he laughed. She wasn't afraid, not like she had been. She vowed herself not to be afraid of these men when Axel dragged her through that dark portal that day.
But maybe there was something to fear: the thrill she got when she felt the cold shiver of steel trail down the curve of her body, across her collar, passing over her hardening, pink nipples.
"You shaking yet?" He asked, gravely voice smooth and hot against the shell of her ear.
She only responded with a gasp when the nozzle pushed into her panties and pressed hard against her throbbing clit.
"Mm, like that princess? Feels nice, don't it?" He asked, his cruel lips smirking against her neck. He left hard nips of his teeth to her neck. The gun moved up and down against her, making her wetter and wetter with every stroke of the gun and stroke of his tongue.
She was scared to admit how much she liked the cold metal and the rough teeth when all she had imagined was kissing against the sand of Destiny Islands.
But just as soon as it was pressed into her panties, it was gone, now pressed against her temple, as he whispered dark, sweet things into her ear, to district her from his cock burying itself in between her legs without even so much as a warning.
"Don't be too loud. Wouldn't want Superior knowing I'm fucking the Princess would we?" He said as his head reared back, his hips thrusting violently into her. She moaned, ashamed of how good it felt, ashamed of how much she wanted more, even arched her hips to meet his.
He fucked her out of rebellion, but she could tell he liked it. Especially when he thrust into her just right and he looked down at the magic between their legs and groaned.
She always took at that opportunity to really study his face. She would reach up and touch the harsh angles, the chafed scar that had once made her recoil in shock. There was stubble on his chin, scratching at her fingertips, and his lips were dried and chapped underneath her thumb.
Still, despite having the courage to let her hands run through his hair, to let her hands touch his face, she still hadn't dared to reach underneath his eye patch and piece together the last bits of unfamiliarity he had.
Right now though, Xigbar was focused, his eyes clenched shut, grunting through gritted teeth, and he was too busy thrusting those hips of his, that she knew that now might have been her only chance.
She reached up and pushed it up his forehead, and cried out.
Grotesque and wrong, all in the ways she wasn't, all in the ways Xigbar was and hadn't try to hide. An empty cavity, bloodied and scabbed and when he cocked the gun, she flinched.
She stared into his good eye, into the bloody carnage of his other, until he pulled out, finger steady on the trigger.
"Is it loaded?" She asked, afraid to look away, yet finding it so hard to look into his eyes.
"Oh, kitten, as if I'd ever waste a bullet on you."
He cackled and left her on the floor, wet, a heart beating between her legs, with her panties to her ankles. And he left her there, scared to think of what this place, these Nobodies, were doing to her, what they were turning into.
She was nothing of how she used to be. Not a Princess of Heart.
