Authors Notes: I wrote this short angsty piece while waiting for the bomb to drop between me and my boyfriend, well,he's not my boyfriend anymore, but anyways. My angst leaked through and it came out as this. It is probably the darkest thing I've written Sess/Kag wise. Yes, it's mean. Yes, it's cruel. Yes, it's a ONE SHOT. This is not a piece I really want to look too deep into, otherwise I know I'll crack in half. Maybe someday I'll add more to it, make it a good story, a story true to the characters. But it'll be a long time in coming.
And its based around sex. Yeah. If it'll offend, don't read. If it does offend, I warned you.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except angsty thoughts.
Rough Touch
He touched her skin, his hands trembling. One might think that it was out of nervousness or reverence for her beauty. Hardly. His hands shook with barely controlled rage, a sign of the strain. The long white hair hid his eyes from her, but she knew nonetheless that this would be another time when she would walk away with numerous scrapes and bruises. Because he hated wanting her, needing her, loving her. He despised the weakness within him, the need for a human. The need to sate a hunger he could not comprehend.
And so he ripped her clothes, hurt her as he took her roughly and quickly. She welcomed the embrace, knowing it was what she could get, but hating herself for not demanding more from him. Hated herself for being so accommodating of his needs and his brutality as he dug his claws and teeth into her skin, drawing blood and causing pain without any regard to her, as if she were some sort of toy. Wishing as he finished and withdrew that for once he would accept his needs, his love, his vulnerability.