Part two

Ten minutes prior...

Rock...

Calm the fuck down,

Easier thought than done, not when he felt almost giddy.

From her taste alone, Rock had to squeeze his cockhead so tightly, twice already, to keep from coming all over his kitchen floor; basically putting a countermeasure in place to prevent his body from doing what it felt nigh compelled to do, all the while ignoring the grating need to dispense himself of the increasing pressure steadily turning to pain in his cock and balls just to last a little longer.

How long has it been since he's gotten to a state like this? Entrenched in need like this? Kami alive! Has his shaft ever been so hard?

A shudder came over him. Never.

Not even in his most fevered fantasies with his Beck, that secret nickname for Revy only he and his old hotel room walls knew about since he often shouted it in hissing whispers while spending himself raw.

Coming now would only forfeit him of everything. Besides if he did come (with the amount of pressure in his balls), it wasn't a guarantee that he wouldn't be comatose afterward. At the very least, he would be weakened severely given the little sleep he'd managed to get and the presence of zero food in his body. Logically, coming now, though momentarily mind-scrabbling, wouldn't fulfill the needs he's felt ever since he began fantasizing about Revy, about touching her, slipping himself inside her inch by pleasurable inch until he was buried to the hilt of his cock. He never believed that he would get this chance but now that he's had a sample, he wanted more.

What would that be like? God almighty, he wanted to know! He had to discover this with her.

As for his control? Whatever was left of it was being siphoned off little by little with each breath he took in. The smell of her sex wafting up to his nostrils from his lips kept his body thrumming with tension, like a pluck guitar string, one percussion away from being pushed over the edge of oblivion.

Was it selfish of him to want more from her? To want so badly to be with her, moving inside her as she seems to promise? Or was it foolish?

Revy chose that moment to rest her heels on his shoulders and a scene from a dream opened right before him. An involuntary moan erupted from his throat watching her sex, like glistening petals, reveal her secret garden to him. Pink and swollen with need, and wet from her dew and his hungry kisses. His mind blanked for a second.

"Utsukushii," Rock bit out a carnal whisper in his native tongue, unable to stop the word from spilling out. Beautiful.

That piercing glinted like a tempting treasure just above her sensitive bud under the Fluorescent light.

Those bared plump lips. He thought caught up in the revelry of a desire so scorching, it threatened to consume him utterly. It burned away any misgivings still hindering him from giving all that he is to this between them then immediately began feeding on tatters of his ragged control with every lingering moment they shared; the promise of something more forthcoming as she spread her legs for him.

A fantasy materializing into the real world.

Don't take this away from me. I need this. I want this so much with you, Revy!

Where had that thought come from? For that matter, why was he feeling so possessive of her? Was that normal? Never happened before during other times.

Though he's tasted her, inhaled her delicious scent into himself and seen her up close, this was another angle. Like a new discovery.

How maddening it is not to tilt his hips up, to not drag her to the edge of the kitchen counter then feed his fisted cock pass her entrance, watch it slide into wet inviting heat...but he knew he had to go slow. Agonizing though it is he had to prepare her. If he wanted to witness her coming for around his fingers, feel her around his shaft, he knows damn well that he must wait a little longer. For the most opportune moment.

This was a gamble like he's never played before with the odds stacked heavily against him but if he could manage to coax her from her fears, to show her that this act between them can be pleasurable. Didn't have to be anything but...

A surge of pressure pushed to the fore but again he ruthlessly tamped it back down. Was it a good move to forfeit that bliss of spending himself raw though he perceived the tremors that emanated from her in waves; impossible not to notice the painstaking way her legs had opened up to show him this side of herself in contrast to the way other women's knees would have fallen apart, begging for more. Not to toot his own horn but you can't argue with screams and moans, and desperate whispers of "more, please don't stop."

She's not just another woman.

No matter what gruff front she put up, Revy was still frightened. Her sexual experience with men had been horrible, taken by force and she needs to know that not all men are like that. That he wasn't like that.

An errant thought of Kari Hinamori filtered through the lust hitting him like a double punch to the gut for a moment but he shook it away.

Don't think about that.

Eyes riveted on her sex, one of his hands held himself in check below the counter while the other investigated the skin of her torso, fingers stretching to the edge of high full breasts before retreating lower and lower down her body. Rock hissed in a deep breath to calm down his racing heart. Damn, if it didn't feel good to be invited.

Steady. Don't scare her.

Doubt was still there, lingering in the back of his mind but he was getting better and better at ignoring it especially when his fingers reached their destination. Their eyes met and held as his forefinger swirled around her entrance once then again. Rock bit into his bottom lip as he let the digit slip inside her core. So hot. So wet. By this time he was all but strangling his cock. Her glove around his finger. Slipping it out, he encircled her clit with his drenched finger, earning a moan.

"Put it back in," Revy demanded with mewed protest. "Want it back in, Rock."

"Don't say things like that to me," He whispers pantingly, "You set my imagination on fire when you tell me things like that."

His hand worked his cock under the counter, his upper arm muscle bulging as he stroked himself. Revy noticed then grinned at him devilishly, pleased that she had such an effect on him. Just for that, he did reinsert his finger then slipped it out again. Before she could protest, he slipped two fingers in.

Revy moaned and cried out as he thumbs her clit mercilessly while his other fingers thrust, curls and tickles her channel seeking that spot. And when he did?

"Rock! Don't stop! Don't. Uh!" She demanded urgently as she squirmed, "if you stop I'll kill you!"

It was his time to grin. "Wouldn't dare." He managed in a strained whisper. "Want to see you come. Want to feel you around my fingers." He bit into his lip again groaning as she started to move her hips up, twisting and undulating against his touch. He wanted to suck or pinch her arching breasts but his present angle kept him away from them.

Later. He promised himself.

As if she feared that he would pull his fingers out prematurely, Revy grabbed on to his wrist, keeping a firm grip as she rocked faster and harder as he rubbed that rough spot again and again. Her heels digging into his shoulder for purchase.

Never thought one part of my body could be so jealous of the other. He thought as his cock throbbed in anticipation.

He bit out something in Japanese, realizing only that he was when speaking his native tongue when Revy asked breathlessly, "What?" before she became uncaring again, riding his fingers in a frenzied rhythm.

Unconsciously speaking in his first language? Yeah, he was really deep into this.

"Come for me," He commanded as the walls of her sex began tightening. Her head began to thrash, hips almost bouncing as she moved more feverishly. "Oh God! I-I feel you." voice gone hoarse with lust, he told her "My darling you're close... wanna taste you coming... on my tongue."

Not waiting for permission, he crouched letting her heels find his lower back for support, his fingers still working her little sheath. As she started to come, he had to pry her hand away from his before covering her swollen pink bud with his mouth, feasting.

Revy screamed. "Uh! Aah! Rock! Oh, fuck! Rock!.

Unwilling to let even a second of this pass him by, he bared witness to Revy in this state, enthralled.

Frantic fingers clutched his hair one moment before they travel up to erect nipples; petting and squeezing aching breasts. Her back arching as she bucked against his mouth like she was possessed. Her legs opted for the edge of the counter as her knees fell apart. Her orgasm making her wild, uncaring in her pleasure. He had done this to her and fuck, if his ego wasn't bowing pridefully before, it sure as hell was now. It felt so good watching his Beck unhinged. It satisfied him in untold ways knowing that he had her in abandon like this (almost his undoing). Almost breaking his 'no coming rule'. At some point, he had to steady her with his hands to prevent her from squirming away from his insistent tongue.

When she could manage words again, Revy begged him weakly, "Rock no," but he wasn't about to give her any quarter, their eyes locked on each other for a second before her head fell back; writhing in the aftermath of her climax. Too spent to protest any more than that.

"No?" Rock asked coyly before he licked slowly from her core to clit and back, sending her hips bucking for a moment. The sounds she made pleasing him in so many ways.

"You bastard," Revy's voice was shaking. "Stop licking me... like...that." She argued before she moaned again, bucking her hips up to his mouth.

He chuckled earnestly. "You're not doing a very good job at convincing me that you want me to stop."

Before she could utter another word, he lifted her supine form so that she was at an angle until the only part of her lower body that had contact with the kitchen counter were her toes.

"What the fuck!" Revy complained, alarm in her tone.

He ignored her fabled panicked protest, one large palm supporting her lower back as he brought her hips up like a bowl to his lips. His tongue dipped once again and swirled as she widens her thighs more to accept him, his lips suckled harder as deeply satisfied moans erupted from his chest. Her protests promptly turned into insistance. Her breaths hitching.

"Oh, oh fuck! Don't s-s-stop, I'm... going to...again, Rock!"

Was it supposed to feel so satisfying to hear her call out his name like that? He sucked more just to listen to her panting breaths, feel her quiver against him as her orgasm violently washing over her again in wave after explosive wave.

Once she'd stop screaming for the second time, Rock settled her back onto the counter surface. His eyes roam over his handy work greedily, still crouched between her open knees, he nuzzled her skin with his face, kissing her in places he's only fantasized about until today.

"God, you taste so incredible, I could feed on your sweet honey morning, noon and night."

Another long lick elicited another moan from her. His hot breaths fanning over her sensitive flesh making her shiver. She had come twice, explosively and screaming his name. Fuck! that was sexy to him. Moreover, her sunkissed skin had grown goosebump from over stimulation and looking at her like that was triggering something in him, something he's been holding back but now he was shaking from his restraint.

"I want you so much," Rock confessed in a whisper against her wet folds, in-between licks and kisses, he surrendered utterly in a haze of lust, "I've never wanted anyone more than the way I want you. Revy, I crave you! Do you want me too?"

He straightened to his full height slowly, kissing her taut thigh to her knee on his way up. He bore his dark eyes into hers when he told her, " Because right now, I -I need to be inside you."

She said nothing neither did she do anything to indicate what she was thinking. Still dazed from her releases? He couldn't know. So Rock did the next thing his lust-addled mind nudged him on to do. Slipping his boxers down his legs then stepped out of them, he gently as best as he could, closed the distance between their bodies, lifting his hips up to aline with her center. Carefully, he brought the head of his member to her entrance, hissing at the contact of their skins. His eyes closing briefly of their volition. When he opened them again, he was just in time to watch as something unreadable flashed across her eyes so quickly that for a second, he thought he imagined it.

Revy don't stop this now. He pleaded internally as they stared at each other in that twilight.

Rock is a proud man, he doesn't beg for anything, would rather do without but she's gotten him to a state where the word tumbled out of his panting mouth seemingly of its own accord.

"Please,"

He didn't know the exact moment when he went up on the balls of his feet or when he had made the decision to rub the head of his cock up and down from her folds to her core. Their breaths were audible; the anticipation thick in the air, baited by what could happen next.

"Do you, " He inhaled a shaky breath again then grunted as sensations rocked him. The fuck he was going to cum like this when he was so close. "Do you want us to...Revy?...I-I won't do anything unless you want me to. I want this to be something we both can enjoy. Don't you?" In a barely audible whisper, he said, " Say yes"

If he trusted his patience, he would have lifted her in his arms, taking her to his bed, rip off his marina then climb on top of her. He would have taken her mouth as he entered her as he's fantasized about doing again and again. For god sakes, he didn't even have a condom yet found himself pulling her closer to the edge of the counter, bitting down on his bottom lip so hard he tasted blood in his mouth.

Oblivion was so close. So close to what felt like a possible cataclysmic orgasm.

"Try to relax," Rock instructed when he felt her supple muscles tense, his own voice strained even to himself. "I won't hurt you. Never hurt you."

His hazy mind perceived when her feet rested on his shoulders again, her knees bent at an angle. Reception?

"That's it! Yes, that's it," He rasped hoarsely. The head of his cock positioned at her core already coated with her juices from him rubbing and encircling her entrance. About to push his way inside...

Rock didn't even have time to tense for the attack.

Now...

Rock made his mien insouciant as she pointed the gun at him. He's seen this situation between them so many times already it was bordering on fatuous- at least it would have been if: he wasn't mentally tired and sexually frustrated and if he wasn't suffering withdrawal from lack of attention to his habits during a stressful enervated position like what he's finds himself in at the moment-(when his balls feel like they've been battered by a sledgehammer and his head pounds as if to the rhythm of a spiteful drum.) Add that to the fact that he's hungry because Revy broke into his apartment and ate all of his food!

All of that and he still lost the gamble. He almost laughed at himself for being so stupid.

Sitting, he watched as Revy's temper level up like the thunderhead cloud of a shit storm and couldn't help but wonder when she noticed it. Right about now, he guessed since he was still alive. Her expression telling.

"I'm not ready to die just yet, Revy." Rock quipped, smug that he took her down a peg.

"Asshole," She spat hefting the weapon, then pulled the trigger on both of them a few times before finally making a frustrated sound. The single bullet that was in the chamber she'd wasted it in a warning shot murdering the wall. That last shot was just an empty shell. He learned from experience with that one from when Fabiola had cracked his ribs.

"You were so angry you couldn't tell that I took out the magazines? Rock asked amazed, one brow cocked, "I told you before, I won't stand for you hurting me."

"Where are they?"

As if he was going to tell her that.

A predicament like no other, this situation. Rock chewed over his options as they stared down each other. Well, while he stared at her and she threatened him.

"I will tear this fucking place apart, Rock."

Can't kick her out- She'll just break in again. Can't give her magazines to make her leave -Since she'll kill me at the first opportunity. Then there was only one thing to do.

Standing again, he made his way to a corner of his bedroom where he had his worn clothes in a plastic bag neatly folded. They were dirty from the usual sweat but he didn't have much choice. Of course, she would try and stop him but if there was anything that could hold a candle to the strongest parts of his personality, it would be his stubbornness. When he decided on something, there was little that could stop him short of death.

Slowly, he started to dress. Needless to say, this wasn't going over well with the enraged female now stomping towards him, gun in hand. They were about to have another altercation. No matter. He was leaving. He didn't even want to think about what the place will look like when he came back- a shame since he really liked it, had a lot of plans in his head on how he could improve his new space.

"And where the fuck do you think you're going?."

"Shopping for new locks." He answered indifferently as he buttoned up his shirt. Little by little, he was acclimating to the pain.

It occurred to Rock, that he was employing a behavior his father usually reserved for him in the rear moments they spoke back in Japan. A cold demeanor, expectations, and results or nothing at all. Not the relationship between a father and a son. He's formed closer bonds with strangers on the street.

He inhaled deeply, tamping down that pain. If he ever became a father, he would never treat his children like was he treated. Never.

A shadow flickered before his face and his hand shot up just in time to catch her wrist, fist balled. He caught the other as well.

"Are we going to do this again, Revy?" Rock asked struggling. He stepped into her space, putting his thigh across her knees, using his body weight to press her into the wall. He slapped her wrist against the concrete hard enough to release the gun from her grip.

Revy grunted out in pain.

"I'm not some fucking streetwalker, you bastard." Another sound of frustration came as she pushed against his hold and found that he didn't budge. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Think you can just use me then get dress and walk out! Dismiss me like some common whore!"

Rock lost his temper.

"Are you an expensive whore then?" He heard how callous his tone sounded but he was past the point of caring any longer. "An escort maybe? Do you see me with my wallet out? Huh? Did I call you over here to fuck you, Revy? No! I didn't you invite over! Do you hear me asking you how much? Tell me, what's the going rate, Revy?! Because. I. Wouldn't. Know. Why can't you see that I am not that type of man?" He pressed himself into her more. " What is the fucking point, Revy? What was the point of all of this? Breaking in, harassing me. Was it to shoot me? To show me that you have power over me?"

"Fuck you!" She struggled. "You don't know shit about me!

"You don't know shit about me either!" He shot back, screaming at her. "If you did, you couldn't possibly see me as like some loser scum who can't get it any other way than to buy or take it by force!"

"Get off me."

Barely hearing her, Rock continued to let her have the brunt of his anger. "I'm sick of this thing between us! What am I to you? Your personal punching bag? Someone you can take a shot at whenever the need rises up? No thanks! Being playing that role for most of all my life and I'm sick of it! I'm no longer that person!

He pushed away from her finally then grabbed his pants, stabbing one leg in before hopping to the bedside to find his shoes. His throat felt dry from yelling, his emotions still running at an octane level.

"What, what the fuck do you want from me?" He asked, not finished saying his piece and aggressively putting on his clothes. He stomped into a shoe to get it on proper. "What did you come here looking for? Starting something that you couldn't finish? Was it to test if I'm like every man that you've ever known? Abusive, misogynistic assholes who have no clue how treat another human being like a human being? Or maybe you wanted to find out if I'm like those cops who raped you?!"

Rock regret the words as soon as they left his mouth.