A/N: For Day 7 of the OQ Smut Week: Dark Robin and Regina. Sequel of sorts to chapter 17 Lost of part of me and then I found you where Robin is Daniel's brother looking for revenge. Inspired by Buffy and Spike's first time in BTVS. Big thanks to Lolymoon for reading this and tell me it doesn't suck!

Hope you like it!

You're in my veins

So close, they had been so close. Snow White's last fighting followers held in a tight net, the carefully set up trap closing in around them and the damn fairies had to fly in to save the day unexpectedly.

It had gone to hell after that, the pests ruthlessly attacking her Guards, and no amount of fireballs seemed to have made a difference. Even Robin, her strongest, bravest, most faithful warrior, appeared to have lost his mind during the fight and had let the two dwarves he had been keeping prisoner escape.

Once the dust had settled, smoke still swirling in the air from the remnants of where her fire had hit the empty houses, the inhabitants having fled long before, only one shack was still standing, or attempting to anyway. Regina looked around the scene, her eyes narrowed as she found Robin kneeling on the ground, panting, his fists clenched at his sides.

An odd mixture of anger and disappointment filled her, an annoying voice belonging to the Dark One invaded her mind, a memory of a few weeks before when her former teacher had paid her a visit to taunt her about Robin and play mind games.

"You do realise you're only a mean to an end for him. He will turn against you the moment your snowflake of a stepdaughter is out of the way," Rumplestiltskin had whispered in her ear as she had stood, paralysed, all her deepest fears and insecurities being exposed, bared for the world to see, salt rubbed on bleeding wounds.

"Revenge is a poison in his veins, he will never get enough. You have let him in, he knows you, when your guards will be down, he will strike." Regina had jumped when Rumple had snapped his fingers and he had laughed at her, a cruel, cutting sound that only intensified when he saw her battling with a sudden onset of nausea. "I will come back to pick up the pieces when he is done with you," and with that he had disappeared.

Regina shook herself from her remembrance and approached Robin, her lips set in a thin line, her eyes dark and glinting dangerously.

"Get up," she growled at him. "After that fiasco you don't get to wallow around. You should already be pursuing these dwarves you let loose so easily."

He looked up at her. "Something you need to get off your chest, Your Majesty? Because from where I stood, it didn't look like your all-powerful magic did much good against those fairies," he mocked, eyes travelling lazily up her black boots, her red leather-clad legs, her red and black corseted waist, and finally settling on her exposed cleavage.

She bristled at his tone and attitude. "I was outnumbered, solely putting up a fight while you all got your asses handed to you," she snapped. "From where I stood, it looked like I was the only one who cared about the issue here," she threw his words back to him furiously.

He stood up so fast that she took half a step back, her eyes widening at the way his face distorted from the wrath pushing to the surface. "How dare you insinuate that I am any less concerned about finding Snow White's followers and isolating her than you are? It was my brother whose death she caused, when I finally find that brat I won't show her any mercy!" He exclaimed.

"Is that what you call what happened here? Not showing any mercy? All the wounded are on our side," Regina countered, showing with her hand the injured Guards being supported by those still able to stand on their two feet. "At least none of the Guards are dead. How could you let those Dwarves go? They were our best chance to find that blasted girl!"

"What else could I have done? Those moths were coming for them, they fired at me and I couldn't fight back with both my hands otherwise occupied, Your Majesty," he spat.

"Fight back may be too strong a term given how efficient you were," Regina replied harshly.

"You won't pin this failure on me. We were all unprepared to receive such a welcome committee, admit it," Robin roared and Regina was even more wound up.

"I will admit to nothing, the only one who failed is you when you were incapable to retain the prisoners, that's all there is to say," she argued, passing by him to leave but he grabbed her arm roughly.

A couple of guards standing the closest to them made a move towards them but Regina waved them away before turning back to Robin.

"Let go of me or I'll make you," Regina growled in a low voice but Robin only tightened his grasp.

"Not until you tell me what this is really about," he replied and she saw red. She gathered her magic and sent him flying.

He landed against the door of the last hovel making the structure shake as the door was unhinged, Robin's breath was stolen from him when he fell with it. Regina walked to him quickly, not giving him time to gather his spirits back, and wrapped her hand around his throat, sinking her nails in his skin. "I warned you. Don't try and cross me, Locksley," she snarled as he hissed.

However, even as enraged as she was, he was still much stronger than her. He straightened up, circled her wrist and crushed it under his grip with all his force, using her surprised cry of pain to his advantage and reversed their position. The wall shook even more as her back hit it.

Robin clutched both her arms as she struggled. "I don't know what your damn problem is but you need to calm down now," he told her, throwing a glance over his shoulder to see the gathering crowd of Guards observing them. Their fights were as frequent as they were spectacular and usually her soldiers stood by wondering if they should intervene or not.

He suddenly smelled an acre odor of burning cloth and felt an intense heat in the palm of his hands. He let go of her, realising she was trying to literally set him on fire.

"You crazy bitch," he swore, examining his burned sleeves- the fire was put out as soon as he stopped touching her.

"I know what you're trying to do but it won't work, I won't let you," Regina barked and he looked at her, confused, thinking that she must have finally snapped and became raving mad in the blink of an eye.

He pushed her inside, away from prying eyes. "What has your demented mind came up with now?" He asked.

She slapped him, hard, a red imprint from her still hot palm already appearing on his cheek. "You son of a bitch, you want to pretend I'm mad? You're the one who sabotaged this mission, you knew this was a trap, you led us here, it was all you. You wanted me to believe we want the same thing but you still want revenge against me, you never gave that up."

Before he could attempt an answer to her rant, she sent him flying again. This time he landed against a pillar which snapped in two under the force. Robin rolled to avoid its collapse and got back up with a groan.

Cracks appeared in the ceiling, a piece of it detached itself, fell and almost hit Regina on the head but Robin threw himself over her to protect her.

"Stop this now or we'll both end up buried under the rubble," he yelled and then coughed as he breathed in some dust.

"Get off me, you swine," she pushed him away, hitting him with her fists.

He caught them in one of his hands, bringing her up with him, and holding her against him around the waist with his free hand, trying to restrain her movements but she wasn't so easily deterred, and having her wriggling against him roused a natural reaction he hadn't expected to get under those circumstances.

As he tried once more to get a sensible explanation for her behaviour, he saw her eyes turning the tell tale purple hue that indicated her magic coming to the surface.

He turned her away from him and pressed her front against the nearest wall. Pieces of the ceiling kept falling around them.

"Enough of this," he screamed. "What on Earth happened to have you act like that?"

"You know perfectly well what happened! You're going to betray me like everyone else before you. You're only using me as long as it's beneficial to you," Regina said, still fighting against his hold.

Robin pressed himself against her back, threading their fingers and she tensed as she felt his growing erection.

"Stop this nonsense," he whispered in her ear. "When have I ever given you the impression that I was still holding a grudge against you? If I had wanted you dead, I would have killed you in the woods when I had the chance."

He bit down at the junction of her neck and shoulder, hard enough to break the skin and draw blood, making her lose her focus. His tongue collected the precious liquid and she moaned and shivered, extending her neck to give him better access. "My fiery Queen, you have no worse enemy than yourself. Who did you let get into your lovely head?"

She didn't answer, losing herself in what his teeth and tongue were doing to her as he attacked the side of her neck, biting hard once more. She brought their right joined hands up and punched through the wall, crying out from the mix of pain and pleasure his bites procured her.

"Does that turn you on, Regina? If I were to find my way into your tight leather pants, would you be wet?" He asked, freeing his left hand from hers and bringing it to her front, releasing a breast from the tight confines of her corset and tweaking the nipple until she mewled. "A real tigress in heat," he whispered in her ear. "The rougher the better, don't you think?" Once more no coherent words passed her lips and her eyes remained closed.

Robin was extremely satisfied to have apparently robbed her of speech, his oh so eloquent Queen. His hand skipped over her stomach, not bothering with the corset any longer -he liked the way it enhanced her figure too much-, he pressed her against him more tightly, snuggling his still clothed cock into the cleft of her delectable ass, drawing a loud moan from her. He continued his exploration lower, reaching her pants, sneaking in and finding her exactly as he had thought she would be, completely bare beneath.

"Well, well, would you look at that. Who were you hoping to seduce Your Majesty? Should I be worried? Jealous, perhaps?"

She grumbled something that to his ears sounded a lot like "You sure should be," and he grinned. Even barely coherent from all his teasing his Queen was still feisty as ever. He tapped and pinched her clit in retaliation and she shrieked, her free arm raising to seize the back of his head, clawing at his nape, tearing off hair and skin.

Robin had discovered a new side to himself when he had met the Queen, had discovered more about his limits, about the subtle border between what hurt and what got him off and Regina certainly had taught him a thing or two about that.

Before her, never would he have become rock hard when a lass tried to scratch his head off, but this hot-tempered woman knew exactly what he could handle, what could enhance his pleasure, their pleasure, and he yearned to keep learning.

He thrust two fingers inside her as he felt every inch of skin she scrapped and their grunts resounded in the dusty air. Regina punched their hands through the wall again.

"Yes, more, more," she screamed as he thrust harder.

"You want more? I will give you more," he said, pulling his fingers out, causing her to yell in outrage.

He turned her around, slamming her against the barely standing surface, tearing her pants down and quickly following with his own, hoisting her legs around his hips and thrusting his cock inside her so fast she barely had time to react. Regina screeched as he filled her to the hilt.

"Is that what you wanted, Regina?" He panted against her lips, rocking his hips against her.

She nodded, hitting her head but not caring. "Don't stop, don't stop," she yelled before crashing their lips together, savouring the sharp copper taste of her own blood on his tongue, licking it from his teeth.

She threw her head back when he hit just the right spot, the one that made her see stars. "Right there, right there, do it again," she hissed but he seemed to have decided to play with her.

He slowed down, giving her a couple of shallow thrusts that went nowhere near where she needed him. "So controlling, my Queen, aren't you tired of ordering people around?" He mocked and she couldn't have that.

She pushed against the wall behind her hard, used her feet to bend his knees and it was enough to make him lose his balance. Robin fell on his back, a whoosh escaping him as the air left his lungs from the force of the impact.

"I'm never tired of ordering people around," she said, biting her lips, trying to ignore the pain in her knees. "Now, let's find that spot again, shall we?" She rose up and fell down, impaling herself in him in quick successions until she moaned loudly. "Yes, that's it," she leaned back, putting her hands on his thighs, changing the angle slightly. "Oh, God, yes, that's better."

Robin breathed hard for a moment, still winded from the fall but when he recovered he decided to enjoy the show, the view was after all spectacular. He grabbed the front of her corset, lowering it enough to free both of her breasts, wanting to see them bounce, and bounce they did. Her movements became frantic and he felt her tightening around him.

She was about to come, could feel it building, heat spreading from her toes, her muscles contracting, and just when she started shaking, he rolled them over, a wood cross beam falling right where they had been seconds before.

Robin took the lead again, building her orgasm back, rocking hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin and their moans the only noises in the room until an ominous crack coming from above was heard. The ceiling was caving in but they were too lost in each other to think about stopping and get out of there. They rolled and rolled avoiding the debris crashing to the ground.

When it seemed they were far enough away from the most dangerous part, Regina, who was back on top, set up the rhythm, rocking faster than ever, afraid that her orgasm would slip through her fingers.

Finally, she was there and she would be damned if she was going to let such a small matter as a house about to collapse stop her to get what she felt was one of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.

Robin was about to roll them again, wanting to test the limits of her frustration, but she seized his neck, choking him.

"If you dare to move, I swear I will end you," she hissed and then cried out, falling over the edge, her sheath gripping him impossibly tightly making him follow.

"I can't wait to do this again when we will bathe in Snow White's blood," Robin said after a moment as she laid on top of him, among the ruins. "And when that's done, we will find your mother and make her pay," he swore to her.

"Together, we can bring the whole world to its knees and it will be glorious," she replied.

Revenge is a poison in his veins, he will never get enough. Rumple had said but he hadn't realised how much the poison had infected her as well.

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