Song Suggestion: Camila Cabello- "Shameless"

Mercy

Katie arrived back at Flint manor later that night. She looked up at the castle, looming like a dark beast in the night. Her emotions dissipated through the day as she walked muggle London, trying to order things inside herself. Her thoughts twisted, but she had to know. She had to see him—the green eyes she grieved so long.

How dare he make those decisions for her. He didn't get to decide what was best for her.

She marched into the castle. Bipton greeted her, but she didn't want that elf.

"Kipper," she called.

It took two seconds before the elf popped into view in her grey sack dress, though she wore a new headband.

Katie made a strangled sound, and Kipper began to panic, pulling on her long ears.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," she said. "Master is not going to be happy with Kipper. He told her she must not be seen by Mistress Bell, even though Kipper wanted to see her more than anything." The little elf wailed. Katie rushed forward, gathering the elf up in a hug.

"You won't get in trouble. I promise. I missed you so much."

The little elf shook like a leaf, and Katie pressed a kiss on her wrinkled brow.

"Where is your master right now?"

"He's in his room."

Katie nodded and let go, standing up.

"Show me."

"Oh, Kipper cannot do that. Master doesn't like company in his room."

"Please, Kipper. I need to see him."

Kipper wavered, but she was a free elf, which meant she could make her own decisions.

Katie

The elf ended her walk at a carved black door. It was inlaid with gold, and she thought it must be at least five centuries old.

Katie didn't bother with knocking. She pushed the door in and entered his room on a mission. Marcus Flint sat in front of the fire, drinking firewhisky. He set his glass down when she walked inside, sighed, and stood, turning to see her. He still wore his work clothes and a tortured expression.

"I wondered how long it would take until you figured it out. I sensed you crossing the wards. At this time of night, there would be no other reason for you to be here."

She seethed, standing there.

How dare he let her grieve.

She sent a sticking charm, shoving him to the wall near the fireplace. Marcus didn't fight it and didn't speak.

Katie trembled, but she marched forward. Marcus closed his eyes, but she already knew. Katie put her hand on his cheek. He gave a gasp at the contact.

"Open your eyes," she demanded.

"No."

"Please… I need to see."

His lashes fluttered up, revealing eyes she thought buried. Green as the forest, full of pain and concern. She raced through her interactions of the past few days. He refused to look at her in The Leaky Cauldron, leaving a bloody handprint on her wrist. He stayed in the shadows for the second meeting, too far away to get a good look. While riding his broom, he watched from the turret. At no point did he get close enough for her to really see him. Flint had been avoiding her.

And then he sent her a firebolt worth more than a house…

"Katie…" The word stroked down her body. She pressed her wand against his throat. She knew if he wanted to get out of the charm, he could, but he stayed put.

"Why did you lie?"

"I told you to find a normal bloke!" His face fell into a snarl. "You'd only get hurt being with me."

Katie rolled her eyes.

"I want to hate you for this. I want to hurt you."

"Go ahead," he said. "Do it."

He wanted her to punish him, which is why she didn't.

"Choose, Flint!" She leaned in close, and he tilted his head back. "Mercy or something else."

"There is nothing else, so put me out of my misery." He shoved off the wall, pushing past her. He began to pace like an irritated animal. "Do you know how hard it was to let you go? The agony of it. I did it so you could have a better life, not bound to a monster."

"You're not a monster."

His eyes snapped up with a dark expression. He sneered at her and began stripping off his outer robes. They fell to the floor in a black waterfall. Then he ripped off his undershirt, the cloth messing up his hair, revealing a battered chest.

Katie gasped, grabbing her lips. Giant gouges ran down his abdomen in a diagonal pattern, deep and wide, even with treatment. They almost still looked red and painful. Werewolf wounds were hard to heal.

"I'm a monster, Katie. Fenrir didn't turn me into a werewolf, but I have… traits. A hunger for raw meat. Sometimes a desire to bite. There's something vicious inside me, even more than before, and I can't allow my desire for companionship blind me to the fact I could hurt people." He looked her up and down. "Like right now…" he breathed heavy. "I want to rip your clothes off, throw you on your knees, and fuck you raw. I want to bite you in soft places. And if you don't leave right now, I'll show you how much of a selfish beast I am."

He'd been trying to scare her, but Katie clothes felt tight on her body. The ache came instantly, the desire, as if her nerves remembered the pleasure his fingers gave. Marcus wasn't classically handsome. The bones in his face spread too wide, teeth a little crooked. Normally, he wouldn't be her type. Without his mask, his flaws became clear. At one point in time, he repulsed her. But now, she almost groaned in need at what he offered.

He must have seen it, because his eyes widened, and he shook his head.

"Merlin, are you insane? Are you not scared?"

She shrugged.

"I've faced beasts before, and you aren't one."

That made him angry.

"Do you need more reasons to hate me? Will that get you to run? Very well… I was the one who snatched you out on the walk and brought you to the revel."

"What?" Katie asked. Something deep in her sunk, though she'd already guessed based on Sampson surviving. "Were you ordered to?"

"Yes," he admitted. "But it was because the Dark Lord sifted through my mind. He saw images of you… saw how I'd already discovered your heritage… saw how much I desired you. It embarrassed my father I wanted a muggleborn so much. When Voldemort offered you to me as a prize, my father wanted to go with me, probably to rape and kill you in front of me."

"Why didn't he?"

"I killed him before he could."

Katie felt sick. If what he said was true, Flint committed patricide to keep her safe. She grabbed onto her stomach.

"How did you discover my heritage?"

He gave her a long, hard look that picked her a part.

"I was searching... well, I hoped your father would be someone important, so that we could… It doesn't matter. When I found out you were a muggleborn, I knew we never had a chance. Not in my world. There would be only one acceptable way, and you made it very clear to me you didn't want that."

"Marcus…" She said, stepping forward, but he took a step back away from her.

"Get out," he said, pointing to the door. "I was right to separate us, and you can't convince me otherwise. The first time I fucked you was a result of my own twisted desire, of my inability to shield my thoughts of you. Do you see how that hurt you? My selfish want for you only caused you pain. Nothing good can grow from that."

"No, I'm not leaving. You were forced just as much as I was… but we found something good. We can find it again."

He pulled out his wand and pointed it toward her.

"You're fired. I don't care if Hermione is mad at me."

She gasped, feeling dizzy at the thought, full of dread.

"I'll find you a new job," he said softer. "Something you like, something better. But it won't be here. I want you to leave me alone."

Katie gathered her pride. After all this time, all the grief, all the worry… he rejected her. She turned, fists clenched beside her. She didn't even say goodbye. Tears filled her eyes, making her vision hazy as she stomped out the room and slammed the door.

Katie

It took two flights of stairs for an idea to come to her. She clenched her teeth until her jaw hurt and twisted back around, going up each step with purpose. The sound echoed around her, bouncing off the stone walls.

He didn't get to push her away. He didn't get to decide her future, like some sacrificial martyr. Marcus didn't believe himself worthy of love. Whether that was due to his past or his new werewolf traits, it didn't matter to Katie. Both reasons were stupid, and if he was too hard-headed to see that, she'd give him an ultimatum he couldn't refuse.

The black door loomed in front of her. She hesitated only a moment, understanding if she went inside the room, she couldn't take back the choice. Allowing anger to guide her, she swung open the door with her full strength.

"What are you still doing here?" He stood by the fireplace, drinking Ogden's from the bottle. The glass dangled from his fingers, and his lips pulled in a familiar snarl. She'd seen it often enough during quidditch games to know his vicious side peeked out.

Katie crossed her arms on her chest.

"I'm giving you a choice."

"A choice?" He gave a cruel laugh. "A few days working here, and you already think you can order me around. You have no choices here, love."

She ignored him.

"I think you'd like to hear what I propose."

He set the bottle of Ogden's on the mantle with a click. His chest was still bare, and his trousers hung low, making it hard not to stare.

"Very well. Speak. You have one minute before I escort you off my property."

Katie ordered the words in her brain, trying to find the best way to propose it.

"I won't be able to find a job I like. With the current laws, I'll only be able to work at a low-level servant position." She took a quick breath. "When I was fifteen, you told me if I ever needed to compromise my values you wouldn't shame me, and you wouldn't turn me away. I'd like to enter into an agreement."

His eyes sparked with fury. He looked like he might break something.

"I should have never asked you that. I was a teenager, stupid and lovesick for you. I knew you'd never want me, and in my world, we weren't able to be together. My father… my father was still alive. You never met him, but he'd have torn you into pieces if he thought I was pursuing you as anything more than what I offered. Did you know I used to dream of it? You in my room, just like this, smiling up at me by choice. Fuck you for tormenting me when I'm just trying to protect you."

Katie looked at her nails, giving a smirk.

"Is that a no?"

"It's a fuck no," he said. "I'm not going to let you compromise your values for me."

She glanced up, letting her eyes trail along his muscles. He'd kept fit through the years. Still not thin or fat. His shoulders were broader than most men, with a thick chest, and a waist just as thick but that she knew felt like steel underneath. A beast was an accurate description. She wanted his powerful body over her again. If she needed to employ Slytherin tactics, then so be it.

"That's a shame," she finally said. "I guess it will have to be Adrian Pucey."

She watched as every single muscle in his body locked up.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"Oh," she said, keeping a light voice. "Pucey offered me the same thing. A little mistress to decorate his bed. He said he only wants one quick shag a day and isn't into anything weird. He wants to take care of me. I can't lie… it sounds like an attractive offer."

Marcus' stare darkened, and he stalked forward. He grabbed both her shoulders and tugged her to him.

"You will not."

"How will you stop me?" Katie glanced up. She smelled him now, just as intoxicating as she remembered. "It's not a bad offer. Only thirty minutes of my time, sometimes a little more. Mutually beneficial."

His grabbed the hair near the base of her skull and tugged her head back.

"You won't."

"Oh, I will. Do you think he prefers doggy or missionary?"

He paused and searched her face, fingers gripping her hair so hard it hurt.

"You want to be my whore that bad?"

She had no more shame.

"Yes."

He gave a shudder. She felt it run through his body and through his hands.

"As you wish."

He dragged her over to his bed, flinging her face down, with her feet touching the ground, and chest pressed against the mattress. With his hand still in her hair, her face twisted to the side. He was still trying to scare her, but sparks of pleasure shot down her spine.

"Last chance to back out."

Her body vibrated with need. It pulsed along her skin. He didn't even need foreplay. The nerves in her lower body already begged to be touched.

"I want this."

Marcus leaned over her. She felt his erection through his clothes, pushed against the lower part of her back.

"What do you want, love? Be specific. You want my cock in you?" He grabbed the edge of her dress and roughly tugged it up her hips. "You want me to spoil you?" He slightly lifted her head, fingers laced in her hair, lips beside her ear. "Because I want everything." The hand on her hip dipped down near her stomach. "You need to set the limits now before I start, because if it's up to me, I wouldn't use protection at all. I'd claim you as my own. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

She should probably think this through, but the need for him controlled her.

"No limits."

Both his hands tightened on her to an almost painful degree, and he gave an audible groan.

"You'll regret not setting limits."

He still tried to scare her away. But he could ask anything of her in this moment, and she'd agree.

"You can use my body as much as you please. In any way you want."

"Fuck…" He breathed hard above her. "I bet you'd taste even better now. The werewolf in me wants to eat you."

"Please," she said without thinking.

"You're already begging me? We haven't even begun." He placed his wand against her hip and seconds later she felt the cloth of her knickers unraveling, falling away until she was exposed to him. He leaned back when she spread her legs further, and his fingers ghosted over her sensitive flesh. "You have such a pretty cunt. If you ever let some waste of air like Pucey touch it, I'll fucking kill him, and I won't be merciful about it."

She didn't answer, and it seemed to anger him. His hand went out and cupped her pussy. Every inch of her body felt tense, wound tight. His fingers dipped inside her. Pleasure spiked across her body.

"If we have an agreement, then this is mine and only mine." He curled his fingers inside her. He sounded like the beast claimed to be, and Katie was clay in his hands. He could touch her anyway he wanted. "Leave now if you don't agree to that. Because once I fuck you, there's no going back. I'll put a baby in you, if you don't stop me. You're the one that pushed me. I was going to let you go, but I won't if we go past this point."

"It's yours," she said. "I'm yours."

He let out a low groan. It sounded desperate, in pain. He leaned his head forward, touching it to the middle of her back, fingers still deep inside her.

"Merlin," he said and sat up. "You have no idea what you do to me."

She heard the snap of a belt as he ripped it off, and threw it aside, and then the noise of him unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them down. Once free of clothes, he tugged her up and twisted her around, bringing her up in his lap, while he sat on the edge of the mattress. Both her legs curled on either side of him. He grabbed the edge of her dress, and she lifted her arms as he guided it off. She slid off her bra soon after, leaving nothing between them, bare and raw and vulnerable.

"Your body is a work of art," he said, eyes roving over her figure.

They held each other's stare. His cock was hard and pressed to her stomach.

"If you want me, then take me." His voice was strained. "I'm not going to be the one to make this decision."

Katie sucked in a breath and did as he asked. She lifted, already slick with want, and slowly lowered down, watching as she swallowed his cock until it pushed completely inside. He stretched her like the first time, since it had been a while since her last partner. Marcus made a deep noise, sounding like despair as she sat there not moving.

"I'm not going to fuck you gently." His hand shook on the middle of her back. "I don't think I can. I've wanted it too long."

"I don't want it gentle."

"Good." He grabbed her hips and rocked into her, stealing her breath with the power behind it. "You wanted a monster, and that's what I'll give you."

He fucked her hard like he promised, almost painful, twisting her into different positions like she was a doll, maneuvering her to how he pleased.

When he flipped her on her back, crawling up on the mattress with his hands pushing down on the underside of her thighs to get a deeper angle, she surprised him by matching his intensity, biting his shoulder, scratching his back. She wanted to mark him as hers. He treated her body like war, conquering her one centimeter of skin at a time with his hands and tongue, stealing her gasps and groans. Every time she'd beg, he'd go harder in punishment, until her orgasm burst inside her in a torrent of tingles.

He placed a heavy hand on her throat.

"Ask me to cum inside you. Beg me."

"Please Marcus," she said. Just the thought of what he wanted, and she felt another orgasm peaking. "Cum in me. I want you to fill me."

Marcus slammed into her, gritting his teeth, meeting her stare as he spilled inside her. She felt the heat claim her, just like he wished. He held her hips to him hard, still pushing up her thigh, as if to keep all the cum inside her.

They were both a sweaty mess when he finally let her hips go, bodies loose with sated pleasure. When he tried to lift away, she wrapped her legs around his hips, dragging him back to her, draping her arms along his broad back.

"Katie," he gasped against her neck.

She didn't know what he begged for, but he sounded in pain, and she wanted to soothe him. He pulled back and stared at her with his pretty green eyes searching her face, as if looking for a sign of regret. She reached up, and with her eyes open, kissed him on his full lips. In response, he sighed and put both his hands on either side of her head and gave her a proper kiss back, gently touching his tongue to hers, tasting each other. Katie felt ravenous, but eventually he pulled back, eyes wide and full of an intensity that should scare her.

"I don't deserve you," he said. "But I can't deny you. I don't have the willpower."

She ran her fingers through his thick brown hair, liking the way it had subtle curl, liking the way he felt resting between her thighs.

"Good, because I plan to get fucked like this at least once a day. I hope that's not too much trouble."

He gave a genuine smile, something she didn't think she'd ever seen. It made him look younger, made his eyes spark to life.

Neither of them mentioned the contraceptive spell. Despite what he said, if she asked for it, she knew he'd give it. But… she didn't say anything. A thrill buzzed through her at the thought. It was crazy, insane. She shouldn't want it, yet she did. His smile widened as if he realized she wouldn't change her mind.

"It will be torture," he said. "I don't think I'll ever get any work done, knowing I can taste your pretty cunt anytime I want."

Katie groaned and playfully shoved his shoulder.

"Don't say things like that, unless you can deliver it."

His grin turned wicked, and he leaned down and kissed down between her breasts.

"I always keep my promises."

"It's too soon," she said, not very seriously. "It takes me a little bit to get turned on again."

She lied. She already felt the desire ignite as his mouth trailed lower, kissing the skin on her stomach.

"I'm patient."

She threaded her fingers in his hair as his head dipped even lower, still wearing his wicked smirk.