As usual, this spot is reserved for a thank you to my beta, xfang-girlx. She is my proofreader, rule keeper, and all around big help.

Same warnings, different chapter. Please enjoy! :)

Sera's eyes fluttered open, narrowing to keep her retinas from being burned by the blinding midday sun that filtered through the slats of the blinds on her bedroom window. She sighed deeply with satisfaction. She felt refreshed, euphoric, just plain good. The fact that her body was slightly sore and bit bruised did not detract from this wonderful feeling either. The reason why her body ached accounted for her current state of sheer rapture. Her first encounter of sex with BB had been tender, caring, something close to making love in its truest form. After that first time, all bets of gentleness were off. Her lover had morphed into a beast, a feral sex crazed animal who turned her anyway but loose. She had never heard of anyone being fucked to death, but she was sure he had brought her to the brink of making that possibility a reality last night. Rolling over and stretching like a cat in the warm sun, she opened her eyes to see the other side of her bed was bare. No matter. He was like a dream or a ghost in her life anyway, and she preferred to keep it that way. Staggering to the shower, she soaped up and rinsed off the remnants of last night's extracurricular activities. Afterwards, she stripped the bed of the sheets stained with sweat and other bodily fluids. Humming softly to herself, clad in nothing but her fluffy terry cloth robe, she made her way to the washer in the garage. Lost in her reminiscing over last night, she failed to notice she was not alone after all. On her way back through the house, she heard the clanking of glass as if someone were rummaging around in the refrigerator. Thinking nothing of it, she assumed it was Tutanubis. Swinging around the corner, she was shocked to see BB standing there in only his jeans which were not even zipped or buttoned. She stared gape mouthed and aghast at the man with his fingers buried in a jar of the homemade strawberry preserves that she had made last spring.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" she stammered, her eyes widening with something akin to horror. What the hell is he doing here? She grimaced when the sound of him sucking the condiment meant for toast off of his fingers met her ears. Her eyes followed the trail of the red stuff that had seeped from his mouth, streaked down his chin, and was making its way ever so slowly down his neck. She continued downward in her perusal of him to see curly black pubic hair peeking above his zipper and the beginning of a bulge below that. The white tiles of the kitchen floor were marred with gruesome red spots where globs of the preserves had spattered at his bare feet. Four empty jars, completely devoid of their contents, also sat on the floor at his feet. The irritating, nerve grating sucking sound brought her eyes back up to his face. The red goo looked like blood. She felt nauseated instantly for some reason.

"This is really good. Do you have any more?" he asked, putting the newly emptied jar on the floor with the rest.

"There's another jar in the back of the fridge and more on a shelf in the garage," she answered, shaking her head as if to snap herself out of the fog that muddled her brain. "What are you doing here?"

"I decided to stay for a while," he answered off handedly, bending to search the refrigerator for the other jar.

Sera wanted to kick him in his bony ass. She crossed her arms over her chest, issuing a disgusted sigh. "Thanks," she muttered with unveiled sarcasm.

"I thought you'd be happy," he said, standing back up with the jar in his hands.

She had thought she would be too. She wasn't. Who in the hell did this guy think he was anyway? Her eyes narrowed with anger as she watched his bony fingers grip the sealed metal lid and pop it open without the slightest big of difficulty. Rubbing her neck self-consciously, she had the sneaking suspicion he would have no problem twisting her neck like that if he ever decided to.

"Come here," BB said, managing to make it sound like an order instead of a request despite his voice being low and breathy.

Sera found herself moving toward him like a mindless, obedient robot. What kind of black magic, evil spell, or whatever had this man worked on her? Around him she felt weak, dependent, and willing to answer his every beck and call. How did this happen? She stood in front of him, her arms still linked protectively over her chest.

"Open your mouth," he commanded her softly.

Sera opened her mouth, keeping a watchful eye on his hand that delved deep into the jar of sticky, strawberry preserves that he was enjoying greatly. Her eyes moved to his when he slid his fingers into her mouth. She lightly sucked the sweet stuff off of his fingers. Her body reacted with a burst of heat that scorched her from deep inside her belly down to her thighs as his eyes half-way closed, and he released a moan.

"That's it, sweetheart," he coached her, suggestively gliding his fingers in and out of her mouth as she licked off the preserves. "Suck it...take it all in."

Sera lowered her arms, inching closer to him when he pulled his fingers out of her mouth. Leaning forward, she pressed her tongue to the syrupy red trail that had made it half way down his neck. She grabbed his wrists, holding them at his sides as she leisurely licked her way up his neck to remove the strawberry stain. Her tongue slid up his chin to the corner of his mouth. The tip of her tongue teased his lips, licking over them with a light, ticklish pressure before forcing its way between them to quickly withdraw. She gasped when he effortlessly jerked his wrists free from her grasp. Her cry of surprise was muffled to a pitiful 'ugh' sound when he pulled her lips to his by roughly pulling her forward with his hand on the back of her neck. Her hands were splayed across the warm bare skin of his chest and her mind was debating whether or not to push away. Feeling his hand tighten on her neck as his tongue invaded her mouth, she gave in. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers burying themselves in his always untamed locks.

BB smiled through the kiss. He had made her his. There was no doubt in his mind that she belonged to him. She would live or die for him now. With his free hand, he untied her robe to push the thick material aside. His hand covered her breast to massage it sensuously before pinching the nipple hard enough to make her break their kiss and cry out in pain. Oh, how he loved her reactions. She had a passion like he had never seen before. Whether she was driving a knife into the body of her victim or screaming in pleasure from him touching her, she did so with fervor, with every part of her being. That passion within her was what had drawn him, compelled him to seek her out time and time again. He wanted her to become a part of him, and he felt like he had succeeded in that goal fantastically. Pulling her arms from around his neck, he pushed the robe down her arms luxuriating in the sensation of her silky skin forming goosebumps beneath his fingertips. His hands moved back up her arms and down her chest. His lips curved upward further when her body began to tremble beneath his touch and her nipples hardened under his fingers. After rubbing them until he pulled a groan of pleasure from her lovely red lips, his hands moved down to slide around her hips to grasp her firm behind. Lifting her, he liked the way her arms and legs automatically went around him to hold him tightly. Sitting her on the counter, he pushed down his jeans to free himself so he could be inside of her.

Sera bit her lower lip, her eyes holding his as he slid into her yearning body with no difficulty whatsoever. Her hands flattened against his sharp shoulder blades, her fingers clutching him as he shoved himself deep into her body. She closed her eyes, clinging to him as he drove himself into her. Every touch seemed to be like fire, burning her skin and making the inferno within burn more fiercely. She pulled his body snugly against hers, her cheek pressed against his and her lips next to his ear.

BB rocked his hips, rubbing against her with force since she was limiting his movements. The sound of her breathing in his ear, her breath occasionally hitching with a burst of pleasure or a moan of ecstasy, flooded his senses and aroused him even more. He wanted to take her hard and fast, roughly and somewhat violently, like he had at least twice last night. However, her hold on him was too firm to allow him to do so. Psychos had a tendency to be shockingly strong. He knew this because it took one to know one and all of their intriguing idiosyncrasies.

"B!" she exclaimed, her fingernails piercing his skin as she climaxed.

BB yelled in pain and pleasure, releasing into her as the opposing sensations simultaneously rocketed through his body. He whimpered and continued to thrust into her, enjoying the feeling of her nails tearing his flesh, making him bleed - making him bleed for her. She would be the only one he would ever allow to hurt him, to give him pleasure through inducing pain. If he were capable of the emotion, he would say he loved her.

Sera began to shake, her body shuddering uncontrollably. Tears streaked down her cheeks, and she wondered why she was crying. She closed her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing that was coming in short, fast inhales which made her feel light-headed. She felt his thumbs tenderly moving across her cheeks to wipe away the tears. Her breathing stopped entirely when she felt his lips on her tear-stained cheeks, kissing away the salty wetness. He fascinated her to no end. So violent and cruel yet capable of such gentleness and kindness. A tempting dichotomy and a frightening variable all in one. Logically she knew this relationship could not last forever. It was too volatile, too uncertain. They were both too unstable mentally and emotionally, and they knew it. But for now, just for now, they dominated each others existence.

~...~

Sera was sitting on the balcony sipping a glass of wine and smoking a cigarette. BB had stayed with her for three days consecutively so far. Tomorrow she would be returning to work for a forty-eight hour shift. Shockingly, she found herself ready for him to disappear again. Her body throbbed with pain from head to toe. She was able to feel her pulse through her entire body with each heartbeat. Despite the discomfort, she felt light, unencumbered, numb. The unusual effect he had on her mystified and perturbed her. Flicking her cigarette over the wooden banister, she lit another. Somehow she had a sinking feeling that this was all leading up to something. Perhaps an ultimatum or the disastrous end to their relationship she knew would come from the start. Would he kill her seeking to know what it felt like to kill someone he actually cared for? Her hands began to shake with the thought. She missed Tutanubis. He stayed away whenever BB was around and understandably so. She wished she had listened to him, but it was too late for common sense and regret was useless.

"Sera, my angel," BB called, his voice sending a chill up her spine and freezing the blood in her veins. Yet that annoying allure, her unexplainable attraction to him, burned bright and consuming deep inside her. Her overwhelming desire drove her like the need of an addict drove them to their next fix.

"What is it?" she asked, finishing off her glass of wine. Picking up the bottle, she poured herself another.

"There's something I want you to do for me," he told her, stepping up behind her chair.

What could he possibly want now?, she wondered, nearly jumping out of her skin when his hand touched the back of her head. Every muscle in her body clenched and her backbone went rigid when his hand slid down to rest on the back of her neck, his long fingers wrapping almost completely around her neck. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail which allowed him to have unhindered access to her neck. She jumped when his soft lips contacted her skin over her jugular vein that pulsed madly as the blood rushed through her body from her quickened heartbeat. She could hear her loud breathing that was bordering on panting as he stroked her hair.

"Have you thought about who to choose for our next victim?" he inquired, stepping around the chair to kneel between her legs.

"No. I haven't thought about it at all," she murmured, swallowing convulsively in an attempt to diminish the lump that had formed in her throat and nearly choked her.

"Are you afraid of me?" he questioned her, his large round eyes narrowing as he studied her face. Something seemed wrong with her, off so to speak. He was not sure how to explain it but something was different. Something about her had changed.

"N-no," she stuttered, picking up her glass to gulp down its contents. The alcohol made warmth flow through her veins, giving her a dizzying head rush. "Should I be?"

BB simply stared at her, allowing his eyes to open back up fully. He smirked at her; that self-assured cocky grin that made her think that he knew something she did not and it was something she would not like. Her eyes gazed into the black depths of his until she thought she might drown. She held her breath when he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers for a brief kiss that seemed perfunctory rather than affectionate.

"There's something I want you to do for me," he repeated, keeping his face so close to hers she could feel his breath on her lips.

"What?" She really did not want to know. She was curious in the least. However, it seemed required that she ask the question.

"That doctor friend of yours...the one you're so friendly with at the hospital..." His smile grew wider, more menacing and foreboding, when he saw her eyes widen in recognition of who he meant. "I want you to bring him to me. I think it would be very fitting that my next experiment be performed on a man of science, of healing, who has taken an oath to save lives, not take them. Don't you think the irony is too much?"

"Among other things that's too much," she whispered, unable to speak louder. He had asked too much of her. He had gone too far, even for her and her sociopathic ways, and she was done with it. There was no way she would comply with his outrageous request. Dr. Blackwood was the one man she had learned to truly care about in a healthy way in many years. He protected her, he watched over her, and he cared for her too. He had no idea about the monster she hid deep inside, but that did not matter. She would not hurt him. And she would not allow BB to do so either.

"Will you do it? Seduce him," he murmured, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. His hands cupped her face, holding her head securely between them. "Bring him to me. Let me do what I please. Then..." He paused to kiss her, a hungry kiss that begged her to say yes. "I'll be yours. I'll never leave you. We can continue to do this together. To have our fun together and to have each other...always."

"No," she whispered, her hands clamping onto the arms of the chair. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out when his grip on her face tightened until she thought her jawbone would crack. Pain shot through her brain like a thunderbolt, and she wanted to scream as the pressure increased. She was sure he was going to crush her skull.

"No? No...NO!" he yelled, squeezing harder.

Sera screamed in excruciating pain and terror when he squeezed harder. She was sure he was going to kill her. There was a cracking sound like someone stepping on a stick in a quiet forest. Oh, dear god, he was killing her. This was it. For the first time in a very long time, she remembered what it felt like to be a helpless victim at the mercy of a predator.

"Let her go!" Tutanubis roared, appearing from thin air behind the murderous man. He seized BB by the shoulders, throwing him over the balcony like one of the cigarettes Sera constantly carelessly flung over the edge.

"Tutanubis!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. She threw herself into his arms, pressing her face to his taut and well-developed abdominal muscles. Her body shook as if she were experiencing an earthquake from the inside out while she sobbed uncontrollably. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have listened."

Tutanubis remained quiet, watching the evil man below to see what his next move would be. His arms tightened around Sera protectively as BB calmly brushed the leaves and dirt from his pants and shirt. He growled when the Shinigami hybrid looked at him, waiting. The man was enticing Tutanubis to kill him as he stood there unmoving, his demonic eyes fixed on the crying woman huddled to the body of the well muscled Shinigami. No matter how strong the urge, or vehement his emotions at the moment, he would not kill BB. If he did, that would take him away from Sera. He would no longer be able to protect her because he would be turned to dust - to no longer exist in any realm whether human or Shinigami.

"Leave!" the irate Shinigami yelled.

"I'll be back," BB threatened, the sinister smile still on his lips. "I'll find her, catch her before you can catch me Death God...and I will kill her."

"Bastard," Tutanubis snarled, spit flying from his canine mouth. He was drooling because he longed to taste that man's blood, to sink his teeth into BB's neck until the life flowed out of him completely. Death Gods were not immortal and the half human shinigami even more so. Strangely enough, the ones who wielded the power of death could themselves be snuffed out of existence under certain circumstances. He turned his attention to the woman in his arms who was shivering like a leaf on a windy day. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," she answered, her head pounding as if a hundred wild horses were stampeding across her brain. Her knees weakened as a wave of dizziness washed over her.

"Liar," he grumbled, sweeping her up into his arms in a bridal carry.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To your doctor friend. The one you were willing to die for."

Sera was unable to argue since she had lost consciousness.