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Experiment #2: You're a Terrible Person

He couldn't forget, he just couldn't forget what happened when he was with her. No matter what he did, he just couldn't get her out of his head. He had spoken with Canary and done everything he needed to, but he couldn't get rid of the thoughts that were in the back of his head. The feelings that came with them.

The feelings were the hardest to deal with. They just wouldn't stop, no matter what. Bea and Tora were there to help him almost all the time, Steel was there as well, but nothing seemed to truly work. The feelings would fade, but they would only fade a bit before returning with a vengeance.

He just didn't know what to do anymore. He just couldn't get what he did out of his mind. What he did for her and what was done with her. There was no escaping it, no matter how much time passed.

So, he did the only thing he thought he could.

He went to confront the person responsible. Who nearly twisted him into some warped version of himself. One that would have done anything she had asked, had it not been his friends who got him out, who saved him from her and himself.

Was it smart? No. Was it something he felt he needed to do? Absolutely.

The only question was if she would come.

Currently, Max chose to meet up in a penthouse rented for just tonight in San Francisco.

He honestly didn't care if this cost him a lot of money. He had to do this.

"I must admit, I was surprised by the invitation," said a voice from behind, Max closed his eyes as he recognized it instantly. The silky smoothness of it, how calm it was. He had heard it many times for nearly three months.

"Are you though?" Demanded Max as he managed to suppress a shiver from traveling down his spine as he turned around to face the person who just arrived.

Standing just a few feet away in the entrance to the living room was the person who used him, twisted him and Steel, nearly made him turn his back on everything that he stood for and his friends.

There, on the first step into the living room was Lady Shiva, or Sandra Wu-San as Max learned was her real name from how long he spent with her. Currently, Shiva was wearing a black trench coat over her usual attire. Her hands were by her sides as Max observed from where he stood.

Both adults stood there for a few moments, neither of them saying anything until Shiva spoke.

"Maxwell-," Shiva began but was quickly cut off by Max.

"You used me," stated the hero harshly, a look of contempt in his eyes. Shiva paused for a moment before she narrowed her eyes just slightly.

"I was making you into a warrior," she corrected him, but Max just sneered.

"Really? So you didn't use Starro-tech to try and manipulate me?" He demanded rhetorically. Shiva remained silent as this was a fact that she couldn't deny, "Make it so that I would fight for you, do what you said like a good little soldier?"

"Progress requires sacrifice," countered Shiva, however, that wasn't a sentence she should have said.

"And what did you sacrifice?" Demanded Max sharply, "What did you give up for this to happen?"

Shiva didn't answer as she really didn't have anything to respond with. So Max took the initiative to continue.

"Nothing to say for yourself?" The hero scoffed as he shook his head, "Who would have expected that the great Lady Shiva is at a loss for words."

"Maxwell," Shiva interjected sharply, just noticing her former charge flinch a bit, not unlike when he was in her care, "What is the point in this? Did you call me here to just berate me for what happened between us?"

"You're here because I asked," stated Max as he looked Shiva dead in the eyes, "You could have just not come. There was nothing forcing you to come here, so why are you here? You made it clear that I was just a soldier you were trying to manipulate. Someone who you could use and trick into doing the Light's dirty work under the appearance of doing something for the greater good."

Max took a deep breath as he tried to compose himself, closing his eyes as he calmed himself down a bit while Shiva stood there silently.

"What you did to me is something that I will never forget," concluded the hero. Neither hero nor villain said anything for a few moments, the sound of the city from outside filling the room just a bit.

"But that is not the only issue, is it?" inquired Shiva quietly as she stepped onto the living room floor and slowly approached the hero, who still had his eyes closed, "Tell me, what else is it?"

"Despite what happened, despite learning that I was just a tool for you, I can't forget what happened between us," explained Max, remorse filling his words as Shiva stopped a few feet in front of Max. Her hands were still by her sides, "I can't forget how you made me feel between training and missions. How it felt when you took care of me. I can't forget those sensations."

"Then that is what this is about," realized Shiva as she resumed her approach towards Max, the hero clenching his hands and eyes tightly together, "You want to forget, but you can't, no matter what you do."

Max could feel the burn of some tears behind his eyes as he felt Shiva gently rest her left hand on his cheek and turned him to face her. Shiva felt a twinge in her chest as she saw the look of shame and sadness in Max's eyes.

"I want to hate you," stated the hero in a shaky voice, "I want nothing to do with you."

He then looked down in guilt, "But I still need..."

"What is it?" asked Shiva stepping a bit closer, feeling the hero shiver at her touch, "What do you need?"

"I need you," admitted Max, his voice almost breaking, "Your touch. Your scent. The sound of your voice."

Shiva said nothing as she used her other hand to take Max by his and guided him to the couch. She gently sat him down as she leaned towards his face, "Then take me," she whispered as she leaned in to kiss Max. The hero and assassin kissed slowly, the latter moving forward to sit in his lap. Gently, Max placed his hands on Shiva's hips while she placed both hands on his face, cupping both cheeks as they kissed without love or passion from Max. Just need.

After a moment, the two broke the kiss but remained so close to one another, both partys' breathing was shaky as they took a moment to steady their breathing.

"You're a terrible person," said Max softly, regret and shame in his eyes.

"Does it matter?" retorted Shiva. Max didn't have a response, at least one he could find.

Slowly, the two resumed kissing, their embrace progressively growing more needy.

Max might not have realized this, but he had an effect on Shiva, an effect the likes of which she had never felt before. What had started out as a scheme to get Max to join the Light; had turned into something very different for the Light's enforcer. Just as Max had come to need her touch, her scent, her voice; Shiva had come to need Max too, just as much as he needed her.

She needed him. She WANTED him; ALL of him.

And she would have him no matter what.

A fact that was made clear as she began to kiss Max, even more; parting his lips sensually in a slow fashion before sucking open his lips and pushing her tongue into his mouth tasting his own in a feverish bout of dominance.

It wasn't long before the two were basically making out desperately. Max grabbed Shiva's jacket and pulled it off, the woman helping him, momentarily letting go of his cheeks before returning them just as quickly, slipping one hand to the back of his head and the other resting on his shoulder before pressing herself fully against his chest. This act of impersonal physical affection was new to her, the only other time she felt like this was when she conceived her daughter, Cassandra.

The two then fell back onto the couch, Shiva on top and Max beneath her; as she always was when the two were together. The hero's hands went from her hips to Shiva's breasts, groping them through her bodysuit. The deadly woman responded by grinding her sex against his crotch, humming into his mouth pleasantly at the sensation.

Breaking the kiss, Shiva sat up as she reached for the center of her suit, just beneath the diamond window that displayed her cleavage. Gripping the zipper, she slowly unzipped her front. Going lower and lower, before she stopped just as her belly button was exposed. She then grabbed each side of the window and pulled open her top, letting her bare breasts bounce free.

Max didn't even wait for Shiva to say anything as he leaned in and latched his mouth onto her right nipple, gently sucking on and kissing it

"Ah, yes!" Gasped Shiva, tilting her head back and closed her eyes. A pleased smile spread across her face as Max rested his right hand on her ass and the other was on her other tit, massaging the flesh.

She wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him closer as she rocked her hips against his growing erection, "Very good, my dear," whispered Shiva seductively, running her nails through his chestnut hair, "Be mine and only mine, and I will take care of you."

Whether or not Max heard her, a response wasn't necessary for Shiva to know he belonged to her.