A/N: Okay…this chapter has a hot and steamy scene, so please be warned. Plus, I wanted to share with you all, the soundtracks that plays in my mind while I am writing. I listen to a wide variety of music, so these songs are vastly different. The first is Banks, Mind Games, and her song Alibi (I think about these songs when I am writing from Ashtyn's POV). For Erik I love the lyrics from Highly Suspect's song Bloodfeather, and Tank's When We. What songs reminds you of these characters? Please review and let me know. Anyway, just a little inside knowledge…enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I owned nothing related to Marvel.

Chapter Seven: Together

Ashtyn heard Erik calling out to her, but she continued to run frantically away. She didn't know where she was going. She used her symbol cane to feel her way along, as she continued to move forward. He called to her and her whole body seemed to want to react to his beckoning. She thought that she could live in his world, but there was still a part of her that was resisting the changes that he inspired within her. This was wrong. She thought to herself. Ashtyn knew that he wasn't evil, he didn't kill people for the joy of it. Nevertheless, his lack of enthusiasm over their deaths didn't make him any less of a monster. The longer she stayed with him the more her own morals were being compromised. If she continued to be with him she would change, and most likely not for the better.

"ASHTYN!" She heard him screamed desperately. The urgency, the pain within his voice caused silent tears to flow from her eyes. She didn't want to hurt him, but for her sanity sake she needed to get away from him. Since Klaw's rescue, her mind had been bombarded with one traumatizing event after another. Ashtyn remembered sitting inside the van, chained to the floor. Somehow, the way Erik had explained everything to her almost made it seemed normal, but it wasn't. She had convinced herself that she was playing a role, so that she could survive the awaiting series of events. Yet, somewhere along the way she had stopped pretending and was simply being.

She heard the gunfire, as they extracted Klaw from his holding cell. Ashtyn was dismayed by her thoughts. Her only concern was for Erik's wellbeing. It troubled her deeply that she didn't feel anything for the people, who were possibly dying by his hand. Erik's morbid ideology about death, and the forced empathy that people projected had crept into her very soul. She didn't care anything about their deaths, if it meant that he would return to her. Unbridled fear overtook her, as she began to distress over who she was becoming. However, her dark emotions quickly vanished the moment that Erik was beside her once more. His very presence made her world right again, though he always managed to calm her worst fears; he hindered her from processing the recent past events. She needed to regain control over herself, she needed time to be alone to think.

Ashtyn's cane connected with something solid. She reached out to feel the object, it was large, she thought about her location and realized that it had to be a plane of some sort. She patted her hands along its side, until she felt the handled to a door. She pulled onto the lever and it creaked loudly. Ashtyn paused, listening for Erik but she heard nothing; including his frantic calling of her name. Perhaps, he was on the other side of the plane port and was out of earshot.

Nevertheless, Ashtyn was grateful for finding the safe-haven. She entered inside the plane, she kept low to the ground so that he wouldn't see her hiding inside. It was reasonably spacious inside of the plane's cabin. There was a cockpit, and a few passenger seats. In the back of the plane, were sleeping quarters with built in beds that lined both sides of the plane. Ashtyn deduced that the plane was a small private jet, like the one that she had first awoken in after her kidnapping. Ashtyn took a seat on the bed, as she attempted to process her present reality. He had kidnapped her, and how had she responded? She had fucked him into oblivion. She had to shake her head at her recent actions. She had accused him of being twisted, but she was beginning to question her own code of ethics.

Clearly, Ashtyn had personal issues that she needed to work through. She questioned her feelings regarding Erik. The initial thought that came to her mind was that he needed her. She didn't know how she had come to that conclusion, but she had. He was strong and capable, but there was a brokenness about him. Though he had opened-up to her, probably more than he had to anyone else; there was still a part of him that was hidden. If she was to give herself over to him freely, she needed to know what made him tick. She needed to know that he trusted her completely. Only then could she find peace in establishing a relationship with him.

Erik called out to Ashtyn, but she didn't reply. His panic had momentarily made him forget his training as a tracker. He then looked down to the dirt ground to see where her footsteps led. He followed her tracks, all the while still calling out her name. Then it became apparent to him that she hadn't been taken, she had fled. Disappointed, he realized that she didn't want him to find her, so calling her name only alerted her to his presence. He forced himself to remain quiet. At first, he was angry. Then he thought about all that she had witnessed. It would be unreasonable for him to not understand why she had fled, he only hoped that she didn't think that he was going to hurt her. Yet, obviously she may have not fully understood his feelings for her; it wasn't like he had told her that he loved her.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a moving image. He looked over and it was her. Erik's heart skipped a beat with relief. She was searching an old jet for presumably its handle. Erik stood still watching her. When she found it she pulled on it, it squeaked loudly. She had paused, waiting for any sign that he had heard her. A muscle in his jaw ticked at the notion that she didn't want him anywhere near her, especially given how close they had become. Now he was pissed. The anger that he had attempted to tame, for her benefit, was rising to the surface. She had no idea what she had done to him. He was in love with her, and her rejection of him wasn't something that should be done, especially to someone like Erik.

He stalked her, as he spied on her with predatory eyes as she entered the cabin of the plane. She was clearly trying her best to remain low to the ground, and out of his line of vision. Yet, there was no hiding from him. With the stealth of a lion approaching a gazelle, he approached the jet. He peered inside, through one of its windows, but Ashtyn must had moved to the back of the jet just out of his view. He approached the door to the jet and gripped its handle. Before opening it, he forced himself to take several deep breaths. Approaching her in anger would've caused an argument, but he could barely control his rage. He opened the door and the hinges creaked loudly. He investigated the cabin and spotted Ashtyn almost immediately as she leaned forward from her seat, her face a mixture of shock and fear.

"Erik?" She asked.

"Who else would it be." Ashtyn noted the harsh edge within his voice. He was angry, and she tensed preparing for his wrath. She wanted to say something more, but he spoke first. "I'm not even going to ask you why you ran away. But I will tell you this. Don't you ever pull that shit ever again. Do you hear me?" He said, as he stood before her.

Ashtyn looked upwards, giving him her full attention. She prayed that he wasn't planning to retaliate. Yet, she feared that she was going to pay, one way or another for her actions. Somehow, she knew by his tone that she had managed to hurt him, and he wasn't the type to forgive and forget. Ashtyn felt the need to defend her actions, to explain to him her reason for leaving.

"I..." She began, but he cut her off.

"You owe me an apology." He demanded. Ashtyn was stunned by his audacity. He had ripped her away from all that she knew and had forced her to witness unspeakable things. He had caused her to question herself in ways that she had never considered, and now he was demanding an apology from her? She was about to unleash her own brand of crazy upon him when he spoke again.

"My father was murdered by my uncle. I was only ten years old when it happened." Ashtyn paused. She remembered him briefly mentioning his father to her, but she never would have guessed that he had been murdered. Her anger had suddenly dissolved, she wanted to hear him out, she so badly needed to understand him. She sat quietly, allowing him the time to tell his story. "I was moved around to different group homes and foster families right up until I joined the military. Eventually, I was initiated into the U.S. black-ops unit. During my time I earned the name Killmonger, but that is just a title. My birth name is N'Jadaka, but I go by the name Erik Stevens on paper. The reason why I am going to Wakanda is so that I can avenge my father's death, and to take my rightful place as king. I want to take you with me." Erik then took a moment, considering his next words carefully. Then finally he spoke again, "I don't say anything that I do not mean. You know that. So, know that when I tell you something that I mean that shit. Ashtyn, I am in love with you."

Ashtyn's heart nearly stopped. He had said that he loved her, and she didn't know how to reply. She had expected him to do something horrible. Yet, he had instead confessed his love for her. Ashtyn had to take a moment before answering him. She considered her emotions. He had never threatened her or forced her to do anything against her will. The struggle she was having now, wasn't due to his actions; but her own willingness to abandon her own concept of righteousness.

She had fled because she had freaked-out, but not for the obvious reasons that one would have suspected. Ashtyn had fled because she was shock that despite him being a murderer, a thief, and a liar that her feelings had only grown for him. In that moment she knew that Erik wasn't the only one who had fallen in love, she had developed feelings for him too. Tears poured from her eyes as she verbally acknowledged her own feelings for him.

Erik stood still, as he listened to her intently as she divulged her innermost thoughts. She loved him too, and that almost made everything right between them again…almost. She had abandoned him, though only for a while, she had left him nonetheless. Now that she knew his backstory, she had to understand the depths of despair that she had taken him through. No, that shit wasn't going to go unpunished, and she knew it. Most couples after confessing their unyielding love for each other would had hugged or made love. However, Erik needed something more, he needed her to understand just how serious he was about her never playing with his emotions ever again.

He stood directly before her, she was still seated on the bed. "You say that you love me. Yet, you left me wandering and pining after you. Words only carries so far…show me how much you love me." He needed her to feel the same level of humiliation that he had felt; when he had realized that she didn't want him to find her. It was sick, but she already knew that he was fucked up. However, for atonement for the careless way she had mishandled his emotions, he would require this sacrifice from her.

"What would you have me to do?" She nervously asked.

"What do you think would make us even?" He countered. His fury was still very much present. He had opened his heart to her, but she was still hesitating to make amends. She knew damn well what he needed her to do. Yet, if she was going to play dumb; then he would spell it out for her. "Suck me off." He commanded.

Ashtyn's eyes widened with utter surprise. She was shocked by his words, they were cruel and harsh, but his tone was even more concerning. He had never spoken to her in such an aggressive way. Apparently, an in-love Erik was more dangerous than she could have ever imagine. Yet, even with his anger being directed at her, she didn't doubt his feelings for her. Ashtyn knew that loving him would be difficult. He was an all-consuming force. Of course, his requirements weren't going to be that of the average man.

If he was going to grant her his forgiveness, then he apparently expected some level of sacrifice on her part. The unfairness of it all was not lost on Ashtyn. She hadn't forced him to go through such lengths to get back into her good graces. However, bringing something like that up now, would probably cause more of a battle than she was currently willing to take on. If he desired her utter submissiveness so that they could be at peace once more with each other, then she would.

She reached up and with trembling hands she began unbuttoning his pants. He stared at her unabatedly watching her every move. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he found her nervousness arousing, and adorable at the same time. Erik offered no words of encouragement or assistance as she lowered his pants, along with his boxer briefs. This is what he needed, to feel like he was a conqueror once more. In truth, since he had met her he hadn't felt in control of his own desires. She had casted a spell over him and he was at her mercy. Yet, in this moment, with her kneeling down to her knees before him, he was her king.

He said a soft curse to himself as he felt her warm mouth enveloped him. Ashtyn's movements with her mouth upon him was tentative at first, but then she began to suck him just like he knew that she could. He felt waves of ecstasy traveling throughout his entire body. He couldn't help but to thrust his hips into her mouth, as she met him with each intaking of his dick. They fell into a beautiful rhythm, him grinding into her mouth, and her sucking him. The intensity of the moment multiplied by the second, and Erik was teetering on the edge of his climax.

"Take me into you." He urged her. He wanted to fill her in everyway possible. Marking her as his and his only. She didn't move away as he spilled his seed into her mouth. She had accepted him freely, taking what he had released deep within herself. He looked down at her, and damn it if she didn't look just as aroused as he was. His anger was no more, all he wanted to do was to take her fully. Make her scream his name repeatedly. Yet, making love to her in an abandoned aircraft wasn't his idea of being romantic.

Erik pulled her to her feet. He then claimed her mouth with his own. He could taste remnants of himself upon her lips. She had swallowed her pride and had given herself over to him. He would make sure that she was properly compensated.

"We need to get going, but I promise to satisfy you in proper fashion once we find a more suitable location. I want you to know, from this point on you are mine. Do you understand me." He stated, not questioned. Ashtyn knew that he would never let her go. Yet, she had no desire to leave him. If her lover was a monster, then she would love him despite his evildoings. If she had to changed to be by his side, then she would; because there was no way she could go on without him being in her life. Together they were a beautiful mess, and she had made her mind up that she was going to ride until the end.