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A birthday gift to split-n-splice! She likes Supreme Shego and Drakken... I was glad to oblige!

Powerless

Drakken tightened his gloves before reaching down to pick up the heavy chains and hefting them up over his shoulders. He turned and looked back at the massive rubber tires affixed to the chains that to most people would feel like trying to uproot a tree, should they attempt to move one. To Drakken of course...it was scarcely anymore effort than lifting a straw.

Or, so he liked to imagine. He grunted as he leaned forward with all his weight, the chains digging into his shoulders as behind him the tires began to slide through the dirt, leaving heavy grooves. He was intelligent enough to know that merely altering his appearance and gaining a modicum of muscle mass wasn't enough. He had to work to actually be strong, and hopefully avoid some of the worst side-effects to the steroid formula he had invented and was willingly taking.

Shego's—or rather, The Supreme One's—super soldiers all underwent strict training as well, but Drakken had an ace up his sleeve; he had altered the formula ever so slightly for them, compared to the one he took himself. It would ensure that no matter how big and strong any of them got, genetics aside, he would always be the biggest and the strongest. He had to be.

It was what Shego liked.

Sweat poured down his brow and pooled beneath the obedience collar that he wore at all times. His skin itched greatly, and possibly more so since he would never see or be able to access that part of his neck again. But he forced himself to ignore it, gritting his teeth as he dragged the tires out in the junkyard that had formerly been a Middleton suburb. He needed to maintain actual strength to keep himself going. And then maybe...just maybe...he could find a sliver of hope amid the chaos that The Supreme One had dealt to the world.

Drakken dropped a fourth towel to the floor after his shower, one towel simply not enough anymore with his bulk. He grimaced as he stared at himself in the mirror, the reflective glass being the only way he could even see some parts of himself anymore for all of the bulging muscles he sported. The look had been fun for only a short while, and he still occasionally took a sick pleasure in the strength when the need to use it arose in his role as The Supreme One's bodyguard. But for the most part, he didn't recognize himself. His facial features had changed for all the added muscle mass, and the gray hair from the accelerated aging was unattractive as well.

He dropped the fifth small towel and sighed again as he exited his bathroom, and then he started in surprise, instinctively covering himself with his hands. The Supreme One stood in his bedroom, leaning against the wall and smirking. She was looking at his body, not him...and it sent a jolt of pain through his heart at the same time it rekindled that sliver of hope. This was why he had done it—to be attractive to her; to keep other suitors away, and just maybe...see if there was any part of Shego left inside the evil dictator he served.

Her eyes finally rose to his, but behind the hard, green shield was only scolding. He swallowed nervously and slowly dropped his hands from where he had tried to maintain a modicum of modesty. Not that she hadn't seen all of him plenty of times before.

She hummed in satisfaction and then approached him. His breath caught as her gloved hand rested upon his chest, her claws pressing harder than was necessary as she slid her palm across his pectorals. His skin was softer and more sensitive for having just gotten out of the shower, but he didn't dare flinch. It would be a very unwelcome mistake.

"I saw you training today," she said quietly, her voice almost a purr.

Drakken's brow rose. The Supreme One did not make conversation... She circled around behind him, her hand trailing down his side and then lower. He shivered as her fingers moved over the curves of his ample rump.

"You're able to lift more weight than my soldiers."

Drakken's heart raced. Did she suspect...?

"I should hope so," he said gruffly.

He thought back to how he'd given Shego—The Supreme One—no option, having already taken the formula himself and training for months before presenting the idea to her. She didn't need to audition bodyguards... He was already primed and ready to take on the role. Plus, she had the means to create an army of super-soldiers thanks to him. And not long after that day, not only was he her bodyguard but the creator of all manner of weapons for her to complete her violent conquest.

He had been right to test the formula on himself first... The proof had been necessary, as he'd expected. Without it, she would have simply scoffed and called him a failure.

"I've been training much longer than they have," he continued.

The Supreme One had finished her circling, her gloved hand now sliding over his tricep and resting briefly on his shoulder. He dared a glance down at her and then swallowed nervously as a flush of desire raced through him. She had that look in her eye. It was scarcely ever there, but he should have expected it with the mere fact of her presence that night.

Her hand left his shoulder and he curiously caught a glimpse of her knitted brow before she turned and was taking off her cape. His eyes widened and he wondered if this would be one of the rare times he was permitted to have pleasure as well.

She flung the cape on his bed dramatically and then turned to face him again. The hint of...something, he'd seen in her eyes was gone, replaced with the cold, wicked look that was the hallmark of The Supreme One. She took off one glove and tossed it to the floor, but then produced the remote to the obedience collar. It wasn't a threat, but merely a reminder. Should he ever think to double-cross her, it would be the last decision he ever made.

"Have your way with me."

Drakken's breath caught. "What...?"

She lifted her chin slightly. "Have your way with me. Do...something you've always wanted to do. Indulge your fantasies," she said. "I know you have them."

He looked at her face and saw that the ice was still there, more than an shield as it seemed to have hardened to her very soul. But... She was holding her breath.

Drakken slowly released his own as the sliver of hope sent new light to his tortured heart. Maybe this was a sign... Maybe Shego was still there, somewhere.

He swallowed nervously again as he approached her, and after one more show of the remote to let him know who was still in charge, she nodded her permission and he slowly began removing her clothing. He dared not look at her face, as he knew this was not about intimacy; it was solely to meet her need. His potentially being allowed to take pleasure this time was a mere whim... She could change her mind at any moment.

Drakken considered the situation as he peeled her sleeves away. As her fancy this time was for him to indulge himself, in order to please her...that was what he must do. When her soft, green breasts were revealed he noted with greater understanding of her mood how swollen her nipples were, already firm and demanding attention. He let his thumb ghost over one, which drew the softest of gasps from her lips. He did look at her face then, but she was watching his hands with concentration.

Only when the top of her suit had been entirely removed did he allow his other hand to join the first, and his fingertips caressed her skin ever so lightly, treating her like fine porcelain as he examined the curves of her perfect chest. His thumbs lightly rubbing her nipples drew another gasp from her lips, and he began a methodical and torturous massage, letting his thumbs circle round the swollen, darker area but only occasionally touching the most-sensitive hard peaks. It wasn't until her free hand gripped his arm fiercely that he allowed himself more and brought his lips down to bring her further pleasure—not to mention what it was doing for him.

He allowed himself to imagine that her gasps came from the lips of Shego, the woman he loved, as his hands and mouth worshiped her body. He pretended that the fingers combing through his hair were there for a reason other than lust, and that the hand that gripped and kneaded his rear wasn't merely claiming property but perhaps trying to return some of the pleasure he was doling out.

His eyes shot open then, his tongue pausing only briefly in its ministrations to her sensitive skin as he realized that for both of her hands to be on his body...she no longer held the remote that controlled the obedience collar.

A thought that had only come to him before in nightmares rushed to the front of his mind. She was vulnerable in that moment... He could snap her like a toothpick, or merely the remote itself... He could rip off the collar and claim freedom from her oppression and subjugation. He could get his hands on that blasted Time Monkey and perhaps find a way to fix everything that he had destroyed, when he took her for granted all those years ago...

"Drakken..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but it still reached his ears. Fire rose in his chest at the sweet, sweet sound.

He put away his rebellious thoughts as he trailed kisses down to her navel, deftly undoing her pants and then sliding them down as she sat back on the bed to hasten the process. He instinctively began to kneel between her legs, as she often had him do, but then recalled that she had wanted him to indulge himself. A number of scenarios raced through his mind, but he settled on the one he was nearest to enacting.

When she was finally nude he did kneel and set her legs over his shoulders, but then he lifted her and stood again, bringing the glistening heat of her core to his lips. She was as light as a feather and may not have even existed, but for the evidence of her hips rocking against his face as he skillfully pleasured her, her heels occasionally pressing into his back. Both of her hands were in his hair now, her fingernails raking against his scalp as she was surrendered wholly to his control and only upright due to his one hand beneath her rear and his other on her back, her erotic convulsions causing her to lean away in response to his actions.

He could have easily taken her over the edge then, as he did so many times in that way, but her simple, soft mention of his name had awoken the desire he struggled daily to keep buried, less the needs of his own body, more the yearning in his heart.

Her eyes weren't the same. Her voice was cold. And yet he loved her still. He loved Shego, and he couldn't abandon the hope her saying his name had given him that he could somehow bring her back.

She made a noise of protest as he laid her down on the bed, his lips leaving her arousal for a moment. When their eyes met then it was all he could do not to cry tears of joy. It was Shego looking back at him in annoyance at the loss of intimate contact, but he knew the slightest error in that moment would cause him to lose her. He grinned devilishly as he knelt down, his hands attending her breasts as his face dipped between her legs again.

Her gasps and moans grew louder, and closing his eyes he could almost see the red stone walls of the volcanic lair, the green glow of the moat, and cast aside in his old fantasies...the blue of the lab coat he used to wear when he was still Dr. Drakken.

"Yes, Drakken..."

Her words sent renewed confidence and desire through him, and she made another sound of protest as his lips left her again. But then she grinned in delight as he climbed over her with purpose. He only let himself look at her face peripherally, still afraid of making a mistake to break the spell. But her legs had already wrapped around his back and her fingers were digging into his rear possessively, trying to bring his hips nearer to hers.

He couldn't withhold his moan as he finally brought them together, having missed the simple pleasure of their union for so long now he couldn't recall the last time. And at no time before had she ever given him control.

He set his face down beside hers on the pillow as tears suddenly stained his eyes. He loved her... He had wanted her for so long, and his love had only grown as he watched her slip away from him into the person of The Supreme One—a stranger, and more evil than anyone he had ever encountered in his former life as a villain. He was desperate to bring Shego back. But he feared even making love to her wasn't enough.

Her fingers kneaded his rear to encourage him and he did his duty, rolling his hips to draw thrilled gasps and moans from her lips as his hands continued their indulgence in her breasts—a small extra pleasure for him as he sought to bring her to ecstasy. He struggled to keep his tears silent as her cries and moans increased in frequency and volume, until she was screaming and writhing beneath his mass that he kept carefully above her, braced on his elbows so as to not hurt her.

He maintained the steady rhythm as she rode the height of her release, and it wasn't until she had come back down, her arms and legs having slid away from him and limply down to the mattress, that he slowly brought his movements to a halt. He turned his face away slightly just in case she caught a hint of his tears, but then...a surprise that nearly broke him, as her fingers gently stroked his neck beneath his hair, just above the obedience collar.

"Go on," she said breathlessly. "Remember? Have your way with me."

He bit his lip to hold back a cry as he resumed the steady but gentle thrusts. He almost wanted to stop. He didn't think he could bear finding that much pleasure in her, knowing it was all a lie. But his body argued against his heart, and it wasn't too long before he was groaning and losing control of his hips as he was overcome with blinding ecstasy. He bit into her shoulder before he realized what he was doing to hold back any stray cry of her name, her hands strangely still roaming his skin through his release. He could almost imagine the touch was loving.

After a few minutes, he carefully removed his teeth and kissed the place he'd bitten a few times before setting his face back into the pillow. If she saw his tears, she would know. Not that it mattered for much longer, since she would soon depart. There was usually a word of praise followed by a sarcastic quip, letting him know he'd done well enough to not warrant any punishment and to remain as the one she chose when she had physical needs to be met.

One of her hands continued to explore his rear while her other was lightly kneading his shoulder. He forced himself to breathe evenly to still his tears, wondering at her delay in leaving. He couldn't bear being so close to her, and yet so far for much longer... He decided to wait another minute only, and then offer to escort her back to her quarters so as to end his torment. But then...

A kiss. So soft he almost wasn't sure that was what he'd felt, on his jaw close to his ear. He turned to her in astonishment, forgetting the tear stains on his face. Her green eyes were still hard, but...her brow was knitted and he could see the faintest glimmer of something behind the cold shell she had built up so quickly when the whole disaster had begun years ago. He withheld a gasp of desperation, and as her gaze drifted slowly to his he impulsively brought his lips to hers in a powerful kiss with the hope she would close her eyes and miss seeing his tears. She would blast him for the intimate touch, or use the collar, and then she would leave... But at least she wouldn't know the truth.

It was a shock and a glory when she began kissing him back. For several seconds he was certain he was lost in a dream, but when it didn't end and her touch became more gentle he let himself go entirely, burying his fingers in her hair as her arms tightened around him. His tears flowed again as he completely embraced her instruction to him, to have his way... And in kissing her he came that much closer to her soul, such as he never had before in all their years together.

"Shego..." he breathed desperately against her lips.

Her hands kneading his shoulder and rear stilled. It was a moment before with a stabbing, dark pain in his chest that he realized what he'd done. He kissed her again with passion and then quickly brought his lips down to her breast, hopeful she would ignore his slip and stay with him as long as he continued to give her pleasure. At least...she hadn't blasted him yet?

He massaged her breasts and alternated kissing them, teasing her nipples back to firm peaks as she remained silent beneath him. He could easily go for a second round, if she would allow it... He had made sure the muscle enhancing formula didn't have the usual side effects of steroids in that way, and he rubbed his ready tip against her swollen heat.

She was unresponsive to his attentions for several minutes, and finally, with trepidation he brought his gaze wonderingly to her face. She was staring up at the ceiling, her expression dark and conflicted. He lifted his head slightly as the panic began to leave and hope started to return. Could...she...?

Just then her gaze dropped to his, and the cold, hard exterior was back in a flash. He ducked his head and quickly resumed his attentions in hopes that she might still give him a chance and stay. If he could just bring her enough pleasure... He boldly pushed within her, and...

The Supreme One rolled out from under him, and Drakken turned away so she wouldn't see his grief-stricken face as she rose to her feet. He rubbed at his eyes in a hurry to dry his tears, and then looked to where she was waiting with a dark, impatient stare for him to gather her clothing.

He pursed his lips as he rose from the bed in embarrassment, his new erection bobbing shamefully as he hurried to collect her things from where he had dropped them all. When he offered her her panties and dared to look at her with a guilty, apologetic glance, she snatched them away from him with an angry scowl. He didn't look at her again as he handed her each article of clothing, the gloves and cape last.

As he stared down at his feet, the pain in his chest intensifying for his mistake and mourning the hope he had probably killed for good, he caught sight the remote control still sitting at the foot of the bed where she'd left it. When she'd trusted him...

She was fastening her cape when he took two broad steps away from the bed, and then with a nervous swallow pointed toward the remote. If she forgot it somehow, he knew he would be blamed... And far worse would befall him for that error than the devastation of the present moment.

The Supreme One stared at it a moment before snatching it up and clipping it to her belt, and then she crossed her arms. He could peripherally see her dark expression, not daring to meet her eyes again. Her silence perplexed him as he waited for instructions, knowing she was staring at him and possibly calculating appropriate punishment.

"Get dressed," she finally demanded, and he jumped to complete the task. As he donned his usual uniform she fixed her hair in his bathroom mirror, not wanting to appear to any others they might encounter that a tryst had just taken place. Drakken made sure to check his own appearance once clothed, but as he always looked terrible...he didn't think anyone would notice any difference.

As he escorted The Supreme One down the hall he had to keep his hands folded, his anxiety unfortunately having the effect of maintaining his arousal despite his humiliation. He kept his head bowed and stayed a step behind her, as was protocol, until they reached her quarters and it was his job to check for any traps that may have been set. He went through the task with as much effort as always, unable to bear the thought of losing her, and in minutes declared the room cleared.

He stood next to the door, hands still folded in front of him as she passed him without a glance. He waited for further instructions or to be dismissed, his mind in a daze as he worried that he'd given up the last hope he had of possibly getting her back. And if there was no hope...did all of his training, and the pain he suffered daily from the formula even matter?

"Drakken."

He startled from his thoughts and looked at her, shrinking back slightly and bowing his head.

"Yes, Supreme One?" He pinched his eyes shut then as an old impulse refused to die. If hope was gone, then what did he have to lose... "Please, accept my apology Supreme One. I shouldn't have—"

"Drakken," she said more insistently.

He stopped and held his breath, closing his eyes tightly.

"...Dr. D."

His gaze snapped up to hers. Her brow was knitted again, and in her cold eyes, he saw again...something. She had taken her cape off and was tossing it back over one of her ornate chairs.

"Close the door."