A/N: Please note that this chapter contain's medium level sex scences, not intended for younger readers. Please do not continue if easily shocked for that is not the intention here. You have been duely warned. I cannot accept responsiblity for those who do not heed the warning.
The demon just stared back at him, annoyed Wyatt shook his head at him, raising one hand as he shrugged. Overly exaggerating to show that if he was going to attack now would be the time.
"Hello! Are you going to just stand there or are you actually going to do something?" he asked impatiently. Intentionally flinging Excalibur around as if he had no control over it. Smiling wickedly as the demon rushed forward holding the blade out to the side.
Side stepping only slightly he watched as his assailant sailed past, kicking him squarely in the pants as he past him. Shaking himself loose he jogged up and down on the spot once or twice watching his would be attacker as he lunged towards him again. Standing still he waited until he was directly in front of him, again side stepping but this time grabbing hold of his flailing arm. Keeping a firm grip he twisted the arm up behind his body, tired of playing he raised Excalibur and ever so gracefully pulled the blade gently across the demon's throat. Pushing him onto the dusty floor, he watched intrigued as the blood started to pool around his kill. His eye's studying the body as started to convulse slightly, sensing a change in the body's molecular make up he hesitantly took a step back, his eyes fixed to the dead demon's body. Crouching down he watched as a small fire engulfed the body, rapidly burning the corpse until it exploded leaving nothing more than a pile of ashen particle's on the dusty floor. Looking up he glanced around the room, the occupants dead quite, their faces stony as they stared back at him.
"Any other takers?" he asked, feeling the need to get rid of some pent up anger and frustration. Slowly the entire room shook their heads going back to the conversations they had started before the interruption had occurred. Sighing heavily he orbed Excalibur home before casually glancing towards the bar, smiling mischievously at the blonde as she twirled her straw giving him a come hither look. Slowly making his way over to her, he looked her up and down, smiling to himself as he imagined taking her here and now.
"Nice kill." she commented, her voice rising as she intoned the word 'kill'.
"It was far too easy." he responded dryly as he looked over his shoulder. "Now I'll just have to find another way to entertain myself."
Boldly he smiled suggestively, pulling the woman close to him, his hand resting in the small of her back as he kept his face no more than an inch from hers as he watched her eyes, then her lips.
"So what's your name?" he asked, just loud enough to be heard over the music that was pumping now.
"Julie." she responded evenly, leaning in closer. Instinctively Wyatt pulled back, catching himself he shook his head banishing the thought he'd just had.
"Not here." he told her. "Is your place nearby?"
Nodding she took his hand shimmering them both to a decadently decorated underground cavern. Scoffing slightly he looked around.
"What kind of demon has satin lined chairs? And chintz drapes covering the ugly holes in the walls?" Wyatt asked smugly. Julie walked over to him, threading her arms through his as she stood behind him. Running her hands up his chest she quickly let them fall back down to the hem of his shirt. Grabbing her wrists Wyatt threw them away as he turned around, shaking a finger as if to chide her.
"I think not." he told her firmly. "After all it is ladies first isn't it?"
"I'm not a lady." she whispered as she took his hand, leading him towards the bed. The burgundy silk sheet's adorning it allowing her to easily slide back onto it as she sat down. Grinning impishly Wyatt watched her as she casually slid the right strap off her shoulder. Unceremoniously kicking his shoe's off his feet, lifting one at a time to pull the socks off, all the while watching her as she watched him. Standing up straight he stared to undo the belt around his waist. Stopping as soon as it was un-buckled. Pulling her up so she was on her knee's he ran the backs of his fingers down her arm and slowly back up again.
"It's surprising how gentle your touch is." she whispered offhandedly. Wyatt stopped what he was doing, instead slashing at the straps holding her slinky black dress up. As he ripped the strap that she'd already slid off, the dress fell slightly exposing her right breast. Wickedly smiling he ripped the other away and watched as the dress fell to her waist, reaching down he continued to pull it over her hips until she was kneeling there in nothing more than her underwear. Smirking he pulled his shirt over his head, wiping the belt from the loops. Keeping constant eye contact he continued to unbutton his jeans, as they fell around his ankles he stepped out of them, standing there in nothing more than pair of black boxer shorts. Reaching up she went to kiss him, frowning as he pulled away before she could.
"Is there a problem here?" she asked looking him up and down, her eyes resting firmly on the hardening bulge under the thin material of the boxer shorts. "I guess not."
Uninterestedly he pushed her onto her back, slowly snaking his way up her almost naked body. Lightly kissing her forehead he winked before removing her underwear, watching her interestedly as she arched her body to help him. Unable to stop himself he trailed kisses from her navel, up between her breasts to her mouth. Kissing her hard, he parted her lips with his tongue, lashing hers with his as he moved one hand down her body, then to his boxer's slowly sliding them down. Sitting upon his knees he quickly stripped them from his legs he looked down at her body, taking every inch of her in.
'It's different. She's different.' he thought to himself, trying desperately to rid the other thoughts running through his head. Shaking his head as he forced his eyes up to her face. Biting the inside of his lip as she sighed impatiently, grabbing for his wrists to pull him back down to her. Shaking his head he continued to watch her for a few seconds before sliding back down beside her, running his hand across her stomach, before grabbing her waist and pulling her to him.
"What are you doing?" she asked impatiently. "Are we going to do this or not?"
Smirking he rolled onto her, pushing himself up so as not to press her too much with his weight. Slowly he moved himself into her, watching her face as she gasped in surprise.
"Hit me." he demanded in a low growl.
"What?" she asked, slight surprise evident in her voice as she gasped when he moved deeper into her.
"HIT ME!" he repeated louder. Watching her eyes as she raised a hand, threatening to hit him. "Go on, hit me."
Giving her a victorious smile he grabbed her wrist as she slapped him hard, pinning it above her head with one hand. Letting the other hand hit him a few times before pinning it to the other one, keeping a firm grasp on both as he moved harder and faster. Not relenting even as she cried out for him to stop. Instead he thrust himself deeper, feeling all the tension, anger and feelings of complacency starting to drift away. He knew there was going to be no climax here, he had no feelings for her, she couldn't make him come even if she tried. As he started to feel the weariness wash over him he slowed himself, almost too hurriedly pulling out of her, bringing this defunct union to an abrupt end. Quickly he slid off the bed gathering his clothes into his arms as he moved into one of the other rooms to dress. A sense of complete and utter disgust filling the void that had just been left. Looking up he saw Julie standing in the doorway with one of the dark sheets wrapped around her.
"Leaving so soon?" she asked playfully. Wyatt stared back blankly at her, without two words he orbed himself back to the manner, shoes in his hand.
Stumbling ungracefully to the bathroom he flung the shoes into the corner before lifting the lid on the toilet as he felt the bile rising at the back of his throat. Leaning over the bowl he felt the little he had eaten that day burn his oesophagus before falling into the water below. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he made his way slowly to the sink, looking up into the mirror he stared at his own reflection. Confusion and disgust filled eyes staring coldly back at him. Turning around he quickly turned the hot water tap of the shower on, watching as the steam slowly filled the room. Again stripping his clothes off he threw them at the clothes hamper before stepping into the shower cubicle. Picking up the soap and lathering it up he proceeded to wash every inch of his body as he stood under the scalding water. After standing there for a few minutes in some vain attempt to have the burning water wash away his greatest sin he slowly turned off the tap before stepping onto the cotton bathmat. Reaching for his towel he dried himself quickly before wrapping the towel around his waist and crossing the hall to his room. Pulling out a black t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton trousers from his drawers, he moved to the next one and retrieved a clean pair of boxers. Dressing quickly he brushed his damp hair back, securing it tightly in one of the thin black bands on top of the dresser. Slowly he reached into the drawer again to retrieve a pair of socks dragging his feet into them before pushing them into his trainers. Standing tall once they were laced he looked in the mirror, feeling sick to his stomach as his eyes fell to the photo fastened with tape on the side of the mirror. Taking a deep breath he orbed himself to a darkened bedroom. Quietly kicking the shoes he'd just put on off and climbing under the covers.
"Baby is that you?" Bianca asked hoarsely as she rolled over and wrapped her arms around his torso.
"Ssh, go back to sleep." he whispered, softly brushing her forehead with a kiss as she snuggled against him.
Wyatt's eye's opened quickly, taking a deep breath to calm himself as he stared into the dark corduroy. Slowly he remembered what had happened. Hesitantly he rolled over, his eyes catching Bianca's as she looked up from her book.
"Hey." he whispered croakily, trying to offer her a smile.
"Hey, I was starting to get worried, you've been out for hours." she said softly as she unfolded her legs and tiptoed over to him. "Did you have a bad dream?" she asked concerned, sitting on the edge of the couch as he scooted back slightly freeing up some room for her. His eyes fastened to hers as she lovingly stroked his face.
"Not so much a bad dream, more a nightmare." he told her softly, looking away. The guilt consuming him again as he remembered it had happened more than the once. "I have to go." he announced trying to free himself from the blanket.
"Wyatt, stay." she begged him quietly. "Please, we have to work this out. Talk to me, tell me what's going on. Why were you attacked?"
Stopping he looked up at her. "I can't tell you."
"Why not? We're supposed to be able to tell each other everything."
"Bianca, I just can't. Not now," he said as he manoeuvred himself so he could stand. Looking down at her he gave her the only smile he could muster. One that barely moved the corners of his mouth. "I don't want to lose you." he choked out as he orbed out. Leaving Bianca sitting there bewildered as he turned from her for the second time that day.