THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ACTS - IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE READING SUCH MATERIAL YOU ARE ADVISED TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER!


A/N: Thanks to Razorblade Mistress for being my beta ^^


Hisoka's lips twitched into a half-smirk when he heard the burgundy haired woman grunt as he worked the soft flesh of her breasts beneath his hands. He trailed his mouth done her throat again to suckle the juncture of neck and shoulders. Psyche's hands entwined in his hair and Hisoka felt her struggling in an attempt to keep his head where it was. As she strained to pull him close she caused herself pain, sucking in a breath and relaxing her hold. Hisoka pushed himself back to lazily look at her through half lidded eyes.

Her own eyes were scrunched tight. However Hisoka wasn't about to share control of their pace. He took Psyche's shirt in his hands and tore it lengthwise, revealing to him the black bra and supple skin of her stomach, broken by the fresh cut. He lowered his head and traced around the wound he had inflicted with his tongue, the tangy blood filling his mouth for the second time that night. It acted as an aphrodisiac to the magician.

When Psyche finally conjured sense enough to push him away (first by his shoulders and then by shifting her legs to get leverage to force him back), Hisoka dug his nails into her hips to encourage her movements to stifle. It did not take him long to turn the uncomfortable feeling of his tongue in her wound into a pleasurable sensation. Allowing his left hand to find its way to the front of Psyche's pants, Hisoka spared little time in opening them. He massaged Psyche through the silk of her underwear. He was, at this point, becoming terribly impatient. Straightening himself, Hisoka briskly tossed away his shirt and dropped his own unbuttoned pants, not bothering to shed them completely.

Psyche was in a place between pleasure and pain, her side uncomfortably throbbing after the red head had retracted his tongue. Wanting to return to the blissful feeling of before, she made no protest as Hisoka fully stripped away the clothing from her lower body. Her jeans and underwear were left to pool on the floor as he pinned her harder against the lockers.

His hands found the soft, curved flesh above her thighs. A gasp from Psyche lured a grin onto the magician's face. He responded by lowering one hand and jerking up her right leg to rest against his hip. His hand remained beneath her thigh to lock it in position, never granting Psyche to regain her breath. He immediately pushed two fingers into her, taking special notice of how slick she was.

A breathy moan escaped her at the feeling of Hisoka's fingers moving in and out of her. She could already feel herself peaking, her hips trying to buck to entice his fingers deeper. Psyche's nails pierced the skin of Hisoka's shoulders, leaving behind crimson crescents as she repeated the action down both his upper arms.

The magician savoured the sensation but knew where those hands could be put to better use...

Leaning his forehead against the cool metal he purred into her ear, "Mhmm~ you know where those hands of yours could be put to b-"

He never did get to finish, as Psyche had, in her arousal, instinctively understood his suggestion and relocated her hands to his cock. She matched her rhythm to Hisoka's and soon the two were heaving feverish breaths.

Pulling his fingers out, Hisoka hitched Psyche's leg a little higher on his hip and, as she winced in pain from her wound, slid himself fully into her. She whimpered happily, latching her hands around his neck and waited for him to move.


Psyche's hands tightened into fists and she bitterly cussed, "Fuck you," as Hisoka bit off the last thread.

Smiling smugly, he unbent himself before stating, "You just have, my little cherry."

Hisoka was still shirtless as he sat on the short wooden bench inside the locker room beside Psyche. She was trying to hold her shirt both closed and out of his way while he stitched up her cut.

The two had just finished their second round, and would have gone on to a third had her wound not inconveniently reopened. As much as the magician enjoyed the addition of crimson to their activities, he had finally relented to Psyche's demands and had sought out a first aid kit. When he had offered to patch her up Psyche had raised an eyebrow, unconvinced he could tie a decent stitch. Nonetheless, without other options available she was forced to simply grit her teeth.

Once everything was tidied up, Psyche decided to tie the ends of her shirt in a knot just below her breasts in a semblance of an intact top, and then the two silently left the room. As the fight had long since ended and no other events were scheduled until the following evening, the hallways were eerily silent. The only noise which reached their ears was that of their own echoing footsteps.