Title: Damned by Love
Rating: NC-17 (language and smut content)
Fandom: Dark Hunter
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the DH franchise, and I make no
money from the writing of this fanfic.
Summary: I've had this
fic in my head for a very long time now. Ash needs to allow himself
some happiness with Amy.
Pairing: Acheron/Amy
Feedback: yes
please. Nits and constructive critism by PM only though, thanks.
Written: 2007
Author's Notes: This is completely AU, and I have manipulated the characters for my story's content. Nick isn't a DH, and his mother hasn't been killed.
Chapter 1:-
Acheron sat in Amy's kitchen and watched her make her pancakes that she always insisted on having when she woke. There was something about the way she moved that mesmerized him. Even when she had been younger – too young – she had possessed the power to blindside him with her innocent but deadly sexuality.
He could still remember the day he'd found her. Amy, or Helen as she had been called back then, found herself caught up in the middle of a daimon/dark hunter fight and was scared stiff. She had been just fifteen years old and already running from a life that no child should ever have to live.
It was only in Acheron's nature to protect her, to soothe away her fears and find her some place safe to live. Somewhere where she would never have to flinch from a fist ever again. Somewhere where she could finish growing up.
And by the Gods had she grown up. She was now twenty-five years old, and as beautiful as anything he had ever seen, and considering how old he was that amounted to a hell of a lot of beautiful.
"Look, I know you don't eat Ash, but are you sure you don't want some of these? I've made way too many again and now Nick's gone. They will be wasted," she pouted at him, her hand clutching the spatula has on her hip, drawing his attention back to parts of her he didn't want to notice.
"Thanks Amy, but no. Save them for later and Simi will enjoy them with her barbecue sauce." He pushed his hair back from his face and winked at her.
"Ok, then. But it's your loss Ash," and she turned back to flipping the pancakes.
The truth was that Amy affected him far more than he dared admit. She always had, even when she was fifteen and illegal. He couldn't let his feelings be known for her then, and he still couldn't now. Not while he was still tied to Artemis, and it wasn't as if she would ever get her claws – willing or unwilling – out of him.
So, all Acheron could ever do when he was in town was watch, and save up every little moment spent with her. But damn it, he wished she would wear more clothes. The shorts and vest combo she was wearing this morning had him as hard a rock in the already tight confines of his leather pants. He could almost swear that she did it on purpose.
No, in fact, he knew she did it on purpose. Just like she always teased him about having a 'thing' for Nick even though he damn well she didn't have a 'thing' for Nick. Amy just wanted to see if she could make him jealous. On several occasions she had made it plainly clear that the only man she had a 'thing' for was Ash himself.
He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't.
But it was getting harder and harder to ignore her blatant attempts at seducing him. A small part of him wanted to make himself stay away from her, avoid the temptation. But he couldn't. He had tried. They had both ended up down and depressed the longer they went without each other and Nick had ended up begging Acheron to go see Amy before she forked him again over nothing.
"You know, Simi's not going to be happy when she gets back don't you?" Amy sat down with a stack of pancakes and started pouring syrup slowly over them.
Gods, she even does that seductively, he thought, watching. He knew she'd spoken but her words hadn't registered. His cock had though and was straining against the laces at the fly. "What?" he managed to choke out, his throat had almost swollen shut when a trickle of syrup ran down her chin.
"I said Simi won't be very happy when she gets back. You know how she likes her pancakes fresh," Amy chuckled.
"No, she probably won't." Acheron forced himself to stay in his seat and not lick the goo off her chin. But when she flicked her tongue out to catch it, he groaned softly, making her giggle even more. Amy, you have got to stop tormenting me, he whispered.
"I'm afraid I can't help it Ash. I tried, I really did. I told myself you were as ugly as sin to put myself off you…but then I met Sin, and by the Gods, that man is NOT ugly in any sense of the word."
Ash couldn't stop himself from laughing. Although that Amy would compare him to his own daughter's new husband was beyond words as far as he was concerned. He didn't want to think about Kat and Sin while he was staring at the outline of Amy's nipples through her tight – very tight – vest. Damn it, why wouldn't she wear more clothes?
Amy cleared her throat and changed the subject, knowing just how far to push tormenting Ash. "So, plans for tonight are?"
Shifting in his seat to give his cock more room, Ash grinned at her. "I thought we'd take the bike out for a run. Get away from people for a bit."
"Now, that sounds like a good idea." She knew how much he sometimes craved silence, how much he needed to be out of the city and chill out. She could imagine what it was like to Acheron, leader of the Dark Hunters, with never a moment's peace from them wanting this or that from him. And she didn't even want to think about the bitch Goddesses demands on him. Amy had never realized how much she could dislike someone she had never met until Nick had told her all about Artemis's hold over the man she loved.
"We could take a picnic if you wanted. Although it will be just for you. I asked Cherise to get us some fresh beignets from town. They should be on the counter somewhere," Ash motioned to the cluttered counter behind her and as she twisted to look, the swollen outline of her breast through the thin cotton elicited another groan from him. She had a body that men would die for. Or kill for.
"You know it gets kinda boring eating by myself all the time." But she carried on eating her syrupy pancakes all the same.
Ash was amazed at just how much food the woman could put away and not burst. The hours she spends in the gym must burn everything off, he thought, his eyes traveling down her body to the more than luscious curve of her hips. He needed a cold shower, and fast. His body was so hard and aching for her that it verged on becoming painful. His cock throbbed with a primal need, and he had to fight himself to not grab her and take her over the kitchen table. He would never be able to forgive himself for the hurt and the pain loving her would cause – for both of them.
"I can't pretend to eat Amy, you know that. It'll just make me sick. But I can enjoy watching you eat them." Especially the way you eat them, he thought. He loved the way she always got powdered sugar on her nose when she ate them, like a child would.
"I know," she pulled a pouty face at him across the breakfast bar. She had tried everything in her limited repertoire to seduce Ash and nothing worked. She found it so frustrating. It wasn't that she was ignorant in these matters, she'd had lovers, but they had meant nothing to her really. Just filled the void left behind when Ash was called back to his duties. Loneliness was a bitch.
Lately, though, she had upped the ante where seducing Ash was concerned, but still, nothing worked. Now, she had begun to wonder if there was something wrong with her. Ok, yes, she knew about his loyalties to Artemis, but she also knew that Ash didn't love the bitch-Goddess.
Tonight Amy was going to confront Ash about her feelings for him because it was getting harder and harder to be around him and not be able to love him. She needed him to know that her feelings for him weren't some schoolgirl crush anymore. She was a woman now, with needs and emotions. Now was as good a time as any…
"What is it about me, Ash? Why don't you want me the way you want Artemis? Am I ugly? What? Tell me." Her face burned seven shades of pink.
There, she'd said it. There was no going back now.