Marie told me to let him be...yeah, don't think I did a very good job at that.

It was kind-of the first time I saw him like this, I mean, in his element. Without, you know, being scared to death of him. When a wolf's hunting you down, you run, you don't just look at them. But when they're on the hunt? It's actually pretty damn breath-taking.

His frostbitten eyes were every bit as threatening as I remembered, maybe even more-so. Thinking back, he was never really aggressive back then, more just defensive, protective of his state of being. But this? This was a gaze that pierced walls, forcing holes through the structure as he endeavored to target his hatred. Yeah, that's what it was, it was hatred.

Someone, something, had him seething, like a wounded animal biting at its captor. It was terrifying; it made my heart soar.

It was absolutely thrilling.

I mean, no, I'm not into the fact he was 'out for blood' or anything, I just...the passion with which he faced, whatever it was, was entrancing.

That's probably why I spent the entire day watching him.

He totally knew, but he allowed it. The one time he met my gaze today, I was frozen, but...his eyes seemed to melt when he looked my way. I don't think it was from being happy, though...he...he actually looked pretty sad. And I definitely noticed all the little times during the day when he ran his hand over his wrist. It was the left one, the one I knew about, so as much as I wanted to pry, I held back. Besides, he wasn't upset with me, and, well...I hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid anytime soon.

So when I got home, wouldn't you know it, I was still watching him. I watched him enter his house, and leave dressed in his...well, his 'proper' clothes. At first, I wondered if his dad was home, but that didn't make any sense. And the direction he was walking was...

I dropped the pencil I was fiddling with the moment he stepped foot on Jamison's property. I couldn't believe...I just...

I just watched.

For maybe a quarter of an hour, I just sat there at my desk, listening to nothing but clouds of thought, as I waited for him to leave. The thoughts didn't let up, either. Was Jamison the one who pissed him off? Was it Johnny? Maybe Marie was in on it, maybe...maybe Jamison had something I didn't.

I blushed rapidly at the intruding thought, frowning as it tossed around in my mind. I mean, I didn't think Jamison would be...but what if he was? What if Eddward found something out, and was plotting against someone for revealing it? Yeah, that could be it. Eddward's a jerk, but he'd never let someone get bullied for...for something personal like that...would he? Or was it the other way around?

Thoughts tumbled forward, weighing my chest down heavily, as I caught movement.

Eddy was, for some reason, in front of the house. He was...holding a camera?

There was movement in the window, but I couldn't tell what happened. Eddy waved. He left. The figures left. My eyes were fixated on the window.

Until the front door finally opened, Eddward walking out with his chin held high. My eyes tried to pick out his motives, but none came. All I could do was watch as he came closer, and closer, and...

He looked up at me, and stopped. I ducked, but the damage was done. I mentally berated myself, but there was nothing I could do. I sighed, closing my blinds as I walked over to my bed, laying down. I closed my eyes, and tried not to think of him. But how could I think of anything else?

Curious, I thought, a hidden smile just touching my lips.

I'd seen him watching me throughout the day. I was loathe to involve him in my schemes, but I could not chastise him for mental queries as to my activities. I kept an eye on him silently, and at one point, let him know I was not upset with him. Not with words, but merely a look. I was far too angered to speak with a soft tongue at the time.

I looked down; my attire was appropriate, and so I decided I give Little Red a little visit. At that point, my smile was likely visible, which only made the next part easier.

I knocked on the front door of his house, straightening my shirt again, a nervous habit. I was not nervous, though...was I? For what I'd done just a little bit ago, it was laughable that nerves had any sort of say in my actions.

His mother answered the door, but her smile was tight the moment she saw me.

"Eddward, dear, I didn't expect you to visit!" Her hair was done up, a faded green dress accentuating her figure. I wondered where she was going.

"Greetings, Mrs. Barr," I nodded politely, my worn smile widening to try and soothe any tensions, "pardon my interruption, I did not mean to intrude on anything special-"

"Oh, what, this? My husband and I just have a small dinner date, it's nothing really," she added kindly.

"It flatters you, if I do say so myself." And flattery is the key to many a heart.

"Why thank you, Eddward, that's so very sweet of you to say!" Lock and key.

"My pleasure. I was only dropping by to see if Kevin was available; I had little chance to speak to him today, and there's an assignment I'd like to go over with him. Is that alright?"

Her answer wasn't immediate. Instead, she called out, "Sweetheart, Eddward wants to know if he can talk to Kevin. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, why not?" He walked up next to her, not quite dressed to a T like she was, but well enough.

"Because we're going to be heading out in a moment, and they'll be alone-"

"Kevin'll be alone either way. Why not just give the kid permission instead of having to guess if he was around or not?" I couldn't but chuckle inwardly at his logic, "Stay as long as you want, but try and behave, alright?"

I nodded, "Affirmative, sir."

He kept his gaze on me for longer than I'd anticipated, but I didn't wither under it as some might. He huffed, "S'alright, dear, he's a good kid."

She looked off to the side, as though she wanted to say something, but my presence prevented it.

I spoke up, "May I...?"

"Oh yeah, uh, of course, go on ahead. He's up in his room right now I think."

His mother scoffed as I walked away, "You think?"

He laughed in return, "Yeah yeah. Quit worryin' dear, pretty sure Vincent's kid won't be that much of a trouble-maker."

"I know, but..."

I walked up the stairs before I could hear more, though I'd already sensed what was worrying her. They suspected us, which was keen enough of them to do. I could not fault their logic not to want to leave their son alone with another boy, not when they expected that. They were doing as parents should do.

But it amused me to no end how 'good' they thought me to be.

Softly, I knocked upon Kevin's bedroom door. I heard a rustle inside.

"Who is it?"

I smiled, "It's me." He knew, he just didn't want to admit it.

"Umm...c-come in, door's unlocked."

I turned the doorknob gently, peering inside to see the cowering boy sitting on his bed. My smile softened, but I knew it would still be visible, at least to him. His hands were on his knees, eyes looking everywhere but in my direction. I was tempted to laugh.

"Greetings."

I bit my lip, "Uhh...h-hi, Edd..." I mentally shot myself for calling him by that nickname, praying he wouldn't be upset over it. Instead, there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. I looked up at him through my hair, "I uhh-"

"How was your day today?" He tilted his head a little, leaving the door slightly open as he nodded back towards it. I furrowed my brows for a moment, until I noticed the tell-tale sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Light, so it was definitely my mom. I relaxed a little; I almost think I was part of Eddward's 'play' at that point, with how much I changed due to a captive audience.

"Was alright I guess, you?" My tone was casual, but again, I don't think it was me talking. I think Eddward was slightly proud of that.

"No complaints. I apologise for not catching you earlier, but I'm afraid I had some business with an acquaintance of mine that required my full attention," and I was dying to know what that was, but couldn't ask, as he continued, "could you be so kind as to refresh me on what our English teacher discussed? I am ashamed to say I was not entirely 'with it' during our class." He berated himself in a light voice that was so real, anyone would fall for it.

I snickered a little as I heard the footsteps trail back downstairs, and Eddward must have noticed as well. He rolled his eyes sighing, resting those icy orbs upon me once again. I felt the blush return as we left the game, leaving, not Kevin and Eddward, but Little Red and the Wolf to play for keeps.

"...Before you speak, I must apologise, but I lied." My heart seized a little, and my gaze urged him to continue, "I was paying full attention in English class today, I...mon doux, you look troubled...did I err in my speech?"

I swallowed, my heart steadying as I realized I had incorrectly assumed what he had 'lied' about. Though the words were foreign, I could hear the tenderness in the way he spoke them, and I looked down, "N-no, I just...thought you were gonna say something else."

There was a short silence, during which I looked up to see him watching me. His lips were unmoved, his expression gentle.

"My Little Red...I saw you watching me throughout the day."

My cheeks flushed, as I stuttered out, "Y-yeah, I...k-kinda figured."

"Oh, no denial? You freely admit to spending the day spying upon my person, with no regard to my privacy or desires?"

My eyes widened as I clawed into the bed, "I-I didn't, I mean, I was just-"

"Relax, mon cher. I tease," again, my shoulders fell, "I...only wonder what it is you hoped to see."

"Uhh, n-nothing really, just uh," I felt my cheeks heat further, "I um...I kind-of...missed you, alright?"

His eyes were settled upon me, head tilting, "I am...somehow doubtful of that. Perhaps it was what I represent that-"

"No, it was you, Edd."

Our eyes met, and my heart sped up at the disbelief in his eyes.

He sighed, "What did you see, mon petit?"

I furrowed my brow for a second, before realizing what he was referring to, "Well...not much. I mean, I saw you heading over to Jamison's house, but I uh...couldn't really see what you were doing there."

A door slammed downstairs, and I heard the jingle of keys outside. Eddward's lips turned the tiniest bit upward.

"Oh? I see curiosity within your eyes, mon cher," he looked me over momentarily, eyes shifting to the side as he continued, "you wonder, no?"

"...can you blame me?"

He chuckled darkly at this, "I cannot, my dear, but you see, it is not for you to know."

"Huh?" I stared at him incredulously.

"Were you to know the circumstances of today...would that your lips loosened...it would not be preferable. I should like that you not be involved in petty disputes with cretinous little creatures such as Jamison."

A silence tried to take the room, but I spoke against it, "But...can't you tell me anything? I mean, you went into his house, and then were was Eddy with a camera..."

"Again, Little Red, I'd much prefer you not be involved at all," I frowned, looking away, as he spoke slowly, "though...perhaps...a demonstration could still your trusting tongue, and curious mind."

"...come again?"

"If you'd like to know the goings-on in Jamison's house, I could give you a demonstration. That is...if you are truly that curious."

I looked up at him, squinting as I tried to read him, "I...but..."

He shook his head, voice softening, "Mon cher, I would never hurt you. I promise you this."

My lips parted, but I couldn't think of anything else to ask. There was a mischievous look in his eyes, but even that seemed to excite me. And, in all honesty? I...I missed his touch.

I wanted to know.

"Is there anything you need me to...you know...do? For you to be able to do this?" I fidgeted with my thumbs.

"Just one little thing, mon cher," he paused, the slightest grin sneaking over his lips, "lock the door."

I started to get up, confused, "But nobody's gonna be home, why do you..." His stare was unwavering, and I was locked in place for a moment. His eyes, his head, flicked towards the door, "...alright then, locking the door."

As I walked past him to reach the door and turned the lock, I felt a weight press against my back. Soft Hands grasped at either of my wrists, pulling them back and upwards. It wasn't done harshly, but I knew how strong Eddward was; I wasn't about to fight back. I felt a breath over the edge of my neck that sent my skin crawling.

"Edd, wha-what are you..."

His hands move, now only one holding both of my arms back, unusable, between us. The other lifted around me, touching my lips.

"I am demonstrating, little pup...you accepted, did you not?"

I gulped.

To have him in such a compromising position was, well...to be entirely honest, it was tempting me. The heat of his skin against my neck, his hair tickling my throat, the softness as my cheek touched against his hat...

"I g-guess I did, but...why would you do...this?" His voice was tremulous, but innocent, and I felt a smile touch my cheeks.

I whispered smoothly, "Mon cher," my dear, "were you aware that there are some people out there with a...'preference,' for being held up against their will?" I couldn't resist letting my cheek sink deeper against him, my thumb massaging the back of one of his wrists lightly, "To be dominated, wholly and yet willingly, for the sake of the pleasure it provides them?"

"I, uh," his voice hesitated, "I didn't really...I mean, I knew it was out there, but I guess...it's not really my thing, I don't think. It's kinda strange, I guess?"

I chuckled darkly, "So honest; it's delightful, Mon Louveteau," for you are my little wolf pup, "and heartening. I do not favor it, either."

"You don't?"

My breath washed over his neck, and he leaned into it, thus leaning more into me. I blushed, but...I allowed it, for he could not see me as it was.

"Why, my Little Red, would I desire ownership of another? Or to be owned? Is that not already true enough to life?" I smiled as he leaned back against me, and I whispered sweetly, "However, you asked for a demonstration, mon cher...and a demonstration you shall have."

I took a slow steps backwards, pulling Red along with every step, until there was just enough distance between him and the door for me to feel comfortable with what I had to do next.

"Now kneel, my dear."

His head turned, eyes wide as he stared into my own, and I noticed the flush of his cheeks as he spoke, "W-why would-"

"Kneel, mon cher," I replied sharply.

And he did. I kneeled behind him, my free hand slipping around his side as I manoeuvred him down against the carpet. He didn't seem to like the idea, but he wasn't protesting any more. He didn't struggle in the slightest. I was both thankful for that, and...a tad touched, that he trusted me so.

Rather than place my knee between his legs, I sat on either side of him, sliding his arms lower down his back. My other hand reached forward, holding me up as I leaned in. It was awkward, holding his hands as such, when he made no attempt to escape.

I thought for a moment before speaking, "Red...if, perchance, I release your wrists...will you swear not to use them, as though they were still being held?" I blushed, as the only real reason I was asking was...selfish.

"I...if I...if I can trust you not to hurt me..."

I shook my head, "I would never." Something about the moment provoked my honest, clear response.

"...alright."

I released his wrists immediately, my hand going to steady myself over his as I leaned down. His slide to his sides, but he didn't do much more. I smiled internally at that.

I leaned down towards his neck, words coming unbidden from my tongue, "Everyone carries little things...hidden lusts, sexual disguises, perhaps hatred to hide their true pain," I sighed over his shoulder, "but to protect those I treasure most, I would use each and every one of those against them."

"But how does Jami-anngh," he groaned as my teeth met his fragile neck. I didn't bite, merely resting them on other side and moving them; akin to a massage, even. He sighed, and it sent chills through me, heat rushing to my cheeks once more. My teeth parted, lips closing in a soft nip over the location.

"For you, my dear," I blew over the wet spot I had left, causing him to shift his head back, "I would become a monster, just to tear all of their fantasies away, to leave me alone with you..."

He shivered beneath me as I ran my tongue up his neck, expecting, perhaps, rejection of my advances. None came; instead, a small, stifled hum rumbled his throat. I had to wince, and raise myself slightly. This was getting a tad too exciting for me. It was not the act of dominating him, no; he could do whatever he wished at any time. It was the trust he had in me not to hurt him, only to give him pleasure. I felt myself flushing as my lips and tongue lifted from his flesh.

"This next part is...rather cruel. I'd rather not hurt you, not when you'll come along willingly. You will, will you not?" He nodded, and I breathed him in, nose touching the side of his hat, "Then I ask you to stand, but do not turn. And...and we must do something slightly different once you've stood, as well." No one will see you, my sweet. You are for my eyes alone...for the moment, you are mine.

"A-alright, I w-will," his voice was breathy, and his eyes were glazed, as he looked back at me. I bit the inside of my lip, hoping he would not turn, for I knew he must be excited...and I did not know that I had enough restraint, not after the day's events. He stood up, and I slid my fingers gingerly over his throat. I felt him flinch.

"Do not worry, Little Red," I spoke, fingers delicately massaging his throat, "walk forward, against...the wall, I suppose. The...originally, it was a window, but...perhaps you are aware why I would avoid this."

He nodded, "I think I get it...not this, just the window thing...that's what Eddy was there for, correct?"

I smiled gently, "My astute Little Red...je t'adore." I adore you.

"Why always with the French," he groaned.

I giggled softly, my chest against his as I pressed him against the wall, trying my best not to let him notice my excitement, "Vos réactions sont mignons..." Your reactions are far too adorable, my Little Red. And it allows me speak freely.

"Whatever," he sighed, "just g-get...on with..."

His words trailed off as my free hand crept to his side, sliding upwards over the fabric of his shirt. I hummed, "My dear, do not rush perfection." The palm of my hand slid up through the center of his chest, reaching the neck of his shirt and teasing below it, "Hush...and enjoy. For you deserve it," as well as the fact that your reactions are so very, very addictive.

He stayed silent, but his breath kept hitching as my hands began to explore. One thumb slipped beneath his shirt on either side, and I brushed over the soft skin of his lips, my eyes shutting as he groaned within himself. My lips found purchase at the nape of his neck, leaning to place light kisses trailing down his back. Each little movement, each reaction, it was torturous for me, and I found myself moving along faster that I had planned to.

The palm of my hands slid upwards, sliding over the tips of his rips, upwards, the soft skin of his chest tempting me further.

"Nngh...Edd," his voice was unsteady, "th-this is...g-g-getting uncomfortable..."

I blushed, hands immediately leaving his chest as I parted my lips to speak.

I was cut off, "N-no! I didn't say stop, I j-just...I'm...d...don't make me say it!"

I tilted my head as he looked back at me through now-opened eyes, the desire in them racing my heart. I bit my lip, visibly this time, and took the smallest step forward. I pressed entirely against him, and watched as his eyes widened.

"If," I purred, "I were cruel...I would do as I did not long ago," his eyes pried at me as I leaned closer to his face, "I would take a step back, and leave you there to suffer. This is only a demonstration after all..."

"D-don't-"

"I don't plan on it," I whispered, my teeth nipping his lower lip playfully. He sighed audibly, a hand finally lifting to rest against my chest. I smiled within the starting kiss, taking my own hand and placing it atop his. My other hand, however?...

I just couldn't any more. I hadn't been this turned on, like, ever. I don't even know what did it to me. Was it the kisses? The nips? The way he touched me, the places...

I turned around, back against the wall as he deepened the kiss, fingers sliding under my hat. He ran them over my scalp, through my hair, and pulled me fully against him. I could feel it, and this time, it wasn't one-sided. I wanted to beg him to do something, because the feel of his cock rubbing against mine...I didn't even know how much it'd effect me, but I couldn't fucking stand staying still.

Fortunately, one of his traitorous hands slid down my chest, and I immediately felt him cupping me, squeezing.

"E-Eddward," I groaned breathlessly, eyes forcing shut from the pleasure.

"J'ai envie de toi," his voice tumbled over my lips like rain, and I gasped. I wanted to ask what he said, but I couldn't think. All my blood was rushing elsewhere.

I kept my eyes closed as he began to stroke me through my pants, tugging just slow enough to torture. My fingers began clawing into his lower back as I scrunched up his shirt, gasping at each measured pump. I'd never known anything to feel like this, and I wasn't sure if I'd last long. But I didn't want it to end.

So when it did, I immediately yelled out, "W-why did you stop?!"

His eyes were smooth cumulus, his smile true but lusty, "My dear...I would ruin your pants, were I to continue."

I shook my head, "So? I just..."

His smile softened, "I'm afraid...it would be better I leave you like this, for now," I wanted to protest, but he lifted his hand to my lips, fingers pressing to them, "but I would prefer that the actions that do this to you, be my own. Not merely a play..."

I frowned, staring at him with desire pumping through me, "B-but..."

"I am glad. To know that I can do that to you, at least...it is flattering," he mumbled, his voice sad, "but we must wait. It will happen on its own. I...I admit, I forced this upon you. You did not initiate this, and thus, I cannot."

"But I-"

"No buts, Little Red...I have stolen enough from you. I have made you fear, and, nearly, ruined your school years," he cringed, and I stared worriedly at him, "and as such, I shall wait. And perhaps, if this was true...if this was not all manipulation, as to which I am prone...you will act, some day. But until then..."

Fingertips lifted my chin, and he leaned in, whispering as my lips parted desperately, "I will be a 'good boy.'" He chuckled throatily as his lips met mine in a slow, sensual kiss. I savored every minute of it...and didn't let him part until I could breathe no longer.

"I will see you tomorrow, mon cher."

I reached out as he walked away, "Wait, Edd, I...I need to do something!" I blushed at my own forwardness.

He turned his head back over his shoulder, looking at me.

And so, I walked forward, and slipped my arms around his waist from behind. I wasn't tall enough to rest my head on his shoulder, but my cheek was against the small of his back, and I listened to his breathing. It was imperfect. As was everything he could not control.

"Red," he spoke in disbelief, body tensing for a moment, before relaxing. His arms gently wrapped themselves around my own. He was so warm, and his touch like silk.

"Don't leave me again," I choked out, nuzzling at his shoulder without even thinking about it.

He pulled my arms tighter, "I...could never."

I didn't want to let him go.

Not again.

But sadly, my dear...all good things must come to an end.