AN: SMUT! Let there be smut! I have to admit, this came out different than when I first started, but I'm happy with the final product. You really get in depth to what Kilgrave is going through. He really grows in this chapter, and I like it, because it will really tug the hearts of everyone when the ending finally happens! Please don't forget to REVIEW this! I eat them up like cookies!


Kilgrave laid in his bed, contemplating the end of his date with Harry. If it had been anyone else, he would have ordered Harry to come home with him. He would've made him look at him, with lust in his eyes. And, to kiss his way down Kilgrave's body, while maintaining eye contact. He would have made Harry suck him into those full lips, and worship him, like the god he was.

Instead...

Flashback

Kilgrave held the door open for Harry, who slid into seat gracefully. He'd offered to drop Harry off at home, who accepted the offer. He'd done it, mostly, to see where the man lived. Not that he couldn't figure it out himself, but this was just simpler. Why waste the effort, when he could just use pretense of being a gentleman.

His driver turned back, glancing fearfully at Kilgrave for a moment, before putting on a smile and asking where to. Harry rattled off his address and smiling at him. Then, after a nod from the driver, he turned to Kilgrave.

"So..." Harry said, "I've told you a bit about me, tell me a bit about you!"

Kilgrave glanced at him, before looking to the window. "There isn't much to know. You're not really interested."

Harry rolled his eyes, "I am, actually."

Kilgrave silently berated himself. He'd forgotten that he couldn't control Harry for just a minute. "Well, I grew up in England. My parents were scientists. They... weren't pleasant."

Harry nodded, almost sympathetically. "I understand."

Kilgrave turned to Harry, a scowl on his face, "No, you really don't." And, there was no way he could. Despite what his parents had said, about attempting to "cure" him... it was hell for him. Everyday, having to get those extractions. Having to feel the mind numbing pain pour through his body, into his spine. Searing its way into his skull, sometimes to the point that he would pass out. They weren't trying to cure him. They were trying to cure everyone but him. He hated them. Still.

Harry met his eye. "Yes, I really do."

Kilgrave's eyes narrowed, "Oh? You think you do? You know what it's like to be tortured by people who are supposed to care for you?!" His voice rose a little at the end.

Harry's eyes hardened a little, before he calmed. "Yeah..." he trailed off, looking away, his face closed off.

Kilgrave eye'd him, closely. "What do you mean, 'yeah'?"

Harry didn't turn back, but responded with, "My aunt and uncle made me their slave when my parents died when I was one. I was sent to live with them and... they hated me. They forced me to cook for them, clean for them and to sleep under the cupboard of the stairs."

Kilgrave's eyes widened. "Under the stairs?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even his parents gave him a bed.

Harry turned back to him. "Defiance meant a beating." He casually lifted his shirt, showing both beautiful muscles and a littering of scars all over his side and stomach. "Or worse." He lowered his shirt. "By the time I was eight, I'd already had four broken ribs, six fractured wrists and my jaw still clicks when I open it too wide." He lowered his shirt. "So, to answer your question, yes, I know what it's like to be tortured by the people who are supposed to care for me." He turned back to the window, officially ignoring Kilgrave.

Kilgrave, for his part, continued to stare at Harry in shock. He knew what it was like to be tortured. Daily, probably. All that abuse, while he grew up, and there was someone else out there who had it probably just as bad. Kilgrave looked away, to his own window and reflected. Who would've guessed that he and Harry were so alike... and yet so different.

From what he'd gathered from their date, Harry was well passed his abuse and torture and was a healthy member of society. If a little guarded. And he was. He didn't mention names, or dates, or years or places for that matter. Like, Kilgrave knew that when he was eleven, Harry went to boarding school, one that he'd been enrolled at since he was born. He knew his parents had left Harry a small fortune. He also knew his best friend's name was 'Mione. And her husband was Ron, but... not much else. For all of his talking, Harry said very little.

Much like Kilgrave. Kilgrave had hardly said anything of importance during their date. But, it'd been going well until this moment.

Kilgrave turned back to Harry. What would a normal person say, at this moment? "I..." he started, causing Harry to turn back to him. "I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Harry lifted his hand and put a finger over Kilgrave's lips. He met Harry's green eyes and saw only understanding. Harry nodded to him and he took it as a he didn't need to finish. Clearly, Harry understood more than just abuse.

His finger hadn't moved from its place over his lips. "I know." He leaned over the seat, slowly, clearly giving Kilgrave time to move, before swiping his finger across Kilgrave's face and replacing his hand with his lips. Harry's hand traveled back, to the back of his skull and brought him closer when Kilgrave didn't resist. Kilgrave's eyes fell shut the moment he felt Harry's lips. Electricity scoarched through his veins, spreading from where Harry's skin touched his, traveling fast to three places, his groin where his penis began to harden; his mind, which began to overload from the warmth, taste, and smell of Harry; and his heart, which he was seriously not going to look too much into.

Harry opened his mouth and nibbled Kilgrave's lips, not too gently, and he felt his lips part and a gasp escape. Immediately, his mouth was filled with Harry's tongue, which plunged and pillaged around his. It licked the roof of his mouth, practically bitch slapped his own tongue during a battle for dominance, suckled his lips like it was its job. Harry's kiss surpassed any other he'd ever received, and, for some reason, Kilgrave couldn't understand.

Harry pulled away, with Kilgrave chasing him, and smiled as he brought his other hand to Kilgraves face. He pecked his lips, lingering only slightly, before turning to the driver. The driver had just stopped outside of Harry's penthouse.

"Thank you," he nodded to the driver and smiled again at his companion. "Good night." He slid out and shut the door.

Kilgrave frowned, and scrambled to get out, "Stay here," he shouted over his shoulder. He ran around the car, shouting Harry's name, who turned back, a small smile on his lips. Kilgrave caught up to Harry, slightly panting.

"My goodness," Harry smirked, "you need to start running more." He stepped closer to Kilgrave. "What can I do for you?"

Kilgrave gestured to the car. "What, that's it?" He turned back, "That... absolutely lusty, hot and horny kiss, and it's 'good night'?"

Harry's grin widened, before stepping forward, sliding his hands up Kilgrave's sides. His lips gently brushed against the brown eyed man's own, causing a shudder to course through him. Kilgrave could feel Harry's hard erecting as he pulled Killgrave closer.

"The kiss was a promise, darling," Harry whispered to him, his eyes staring directly into the others.

"A promise for what?" Kilgrave responded, their lips just barely touching as they spoke to eachother.

Harry's smirk grew higher as his lustfilled eyes widened, almost manically. "That I will soon have you as mine," pausing and glancing down to his lips, Harry looked back up, "Kilgrave," he whispered in a voice that was pure sin and sex, before tapping Kilgrave's lips with his tongue in an almost lick and turning and leaving the man stunned and staring.

End Flashback

Kilgrave sighed as his cock started to harden... again. Fuck, he'd already attempted to masturbate 4 times to no avail. He couldn't fucking come. He growled, frustrated and picked up his bong and lighter. Since coming back from the dead, he'd started getting high. He loved it. He didn't have to worry about dying, save for explosived. He couldn't understand what it was, that was keeping him alive. Be it his childs stem cells, or a curse upon him, he just knew that he wasn't dying anytime soon.

So, why not start living, he thought, as he sucked the smoke out of the pipe. Jesus, not even this compared to that kiss. But, it was close. Kilgrave wasn't brave enough yet to try anything harder, because, what if he got addicted and was truly immortal. He'd be addicted forever. No, he couldn't risk getting addicted to anything. Except, maybe Harry. And, even then. He glanced at his phone, looking at Harry's number that had the pic Kilgrave had quickly snapped of him in the bar. He smirked at the expression, remembering Harry laughing and demanding he delete it.

He found himself wondering if this is what the beginning of love felt like. He'd never wanted for anything, simply because he didn't have to. Except for the end of torture. But, even then, his parents gave him the things he needed. He began to think about Harry again, although not sexually. Harry understood torture, though. At the hands of people who weren't supposed to hurt him. And, then, Jessica. He'd yearned for her attention, simply because she knew she didn't have to listen to him anymore. But, this.. with Harry. He is completely immune to Kilgrave. He doesn't even feel a tingle from Kilgrave.

And, Harry understood what Kilgrave went through, probably more than Kilgrave actually knew. If Harry had actually gone through getting beaten for accidentally burning breakfast, he knew what it meant. And, that greatly struck Kilgrave. Someone, who was clearly special like Kilgrave, went through the same problems, but from what Kilgrave could find based on every background check he'd forced people to run, and yet he was completely normal. How did he do it? How did he live, knowing he was so greatly abused, and yet be so forgiving and normal? Kilgrave wanted that almost as much as he wanted Harry. And, he wanted Harry more than anything.

It was 4 am, and he wasn't getting anywhere. He really wanted to see Harry. Or talk to him. He wanted to fuck Harry and see his lips around his cock. He wanted Harry to want it so bad, he simply rode him with no remorse.

And, yet... he wanted Harry to wrap his arms around him. He wanted Harry to hold him as he slept, somehow knowing he'd be safe near Harry. He wanted Harry to like him, and want to do these things with him. He didn't understand where these feelings were coming from, and even why he was feeling them. Why was Harry so special?

"I don't know," he heard Harry say from the phone. Oh... he'd accidentally called Harry.

"Uhm..." he flushed, his eyes wide and a panic rising in his chest. "I-I... fuck. Shit." His eyes widened even more, "How much did you hear?"

He heard Harry chuckle on the other end, "Oh, pet. You called and were quiet for about ten senconds before you started with, 'how does he live, knowing he was so greatly abused, and yet so forgiving and normal.'" Kilgrave felt a little bit of the panic he felt diminish. That wasn't so bad. "Then, you said you wanted my lips around your cock." Kilgrave felt his face drain of blood. The panic was back. "And, to ride you with no remorse." Sweat began to form, he'd fucked up by accident. Harry was never going to want to see him, and then Kilgrave would have to go to drastic measures to ensure that Harry didn't escape- "I'm so fucking horny now, you mad bastard." He heard another chuckle, though this one sounded fun and dangerous. "I want to suck your brains out through your dick."

Oh, hell, yes. Kilgrave felt his arousal return with a vengance. "Harry..." He felt his confidence return only so slightly. This... was a part of dating someone. Though, it was happening sooner than expected. Why? What had he said to make Harry do this?

"Shh," Harry whispered. "We're not doing this tonight." Kilgraves arousal practically ripped itself off at that sentance. Why the FUCK not?! "But, I'll give you a little something to remember me by." He whispered to him. "If you say the magic word."

"P-please... fuck, please, Harry... Anything." Kilgrave groaned at him. Then, he heard a beep indicating that the call had ended. He stared at his phone for a minute. Harry... hung up on him? Harry hung up on him. HARRY HUNG UP ON HIM?! What the ever loving fuck had he done that for? That motherf- BEEP! He had a new text message.

He pressed the open button and nearly creamed his sheets. Harry had taken a Selfie. He was shirtless, flushed, with green eyes dark and full of lust. His chest was streaked in come, having clearly just wanked. He was sweating and the picture was slightly fuzzy, not terrible, but enough to indicate that he'd been shaking. Harry had masturbated to him talking about Harry. Fuck... was that the tip of Harry's penis in the corner of the pic?

Kilgrave fumbled for his own, his arousal in full blast as he looked at Harry's face, imagining him right in front of him, and being under him. Looking up at him with those dark, lust ridden, eyes as he masturbated under him, encouraging Kilgrave to reach completion at the same time. His moan as the first rope shot out and coated him chest, begging to be licked off.

"Oh, fuck!" Kilgrave shouted, shooting up his own chest. His orgasm was long awaited and a welcome relief. But, he kept coming, rope, after rope after rope of come streaked his chest. He looked down and saw only his right nipple was protected, and mostly because his arm got hit, as it was protecting it as he wanked. He layed back in bed, convulsions still coursing through him. He glanced back at the screen of his phone, as he reached for the towl he'd put on his night stand. His penis gave a wiggle at the sight, but Kilgrave had to shut the phone off. He couldn't go another round even if he tried.

Harry was going to be the death of him.