Neither Naruto nor Watchmen belong to me.
Hoo boy, big chapter. This update was late because I refused to update until I got over my writer's block and finished another chapter.
I'm changing the rating for this chapter.
Thirty chapters written and counting.
They've been sleeping together for maybe three months when Sally tells him about her rape fantasies.
Eddie knew she liked it rough way before that first date – that was the whole point of dating Rolf Muller, who liked it rough, but who also turned out to like it male.
…But rape. Real rape.
He knows he's a monster, has thought about doing… it, only female enemies, just a little extra victory, yeah? But a thought stopped him all those times when he could've, same one that has for years. Sally wouldn't like this. And he's been trying to start something with her for so long that her opinion mattered. So he didn't.
Sally wouldn't like me to rape women, but she wants me to rape her.
God, they're both sick in the head.
Half of all kunoichis get raped at some point or other, so why would Sally have a fantasy about it when it'll probably happen (though not if he can help it)?
"I want it to be you, Eddie." She says breathlessly as they finish their second round of the night. "Been thinking about it since you hit me like you meant it."
So he agrees. Beneath his disgust, there's a flicker of excitement that almost scares him. They'll do it carefully, plot out what's going to happen together, even a little research, determine safe words to say if it gets to be too much. She wants to do it outdoors, he insists on inside behind a locked door. They can be exhibitionists the normal way later, without adding in loud S&M role-play sex to the pile.
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Four days to go, and they're both getting excited about it. The sex is wilder, better than before, the anticipation is delicious.
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Tonight.
He's scared. Kind of.
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She turns, dress half-off.
"Eddie? What the hell are you doing here? You knew I was changing."
"Sure I did. You announced it loud enough." Wire. Blunt-edge wire in his back pocket, don't forget it. There isn't a sharp weapon on him, he's made sure of it ahead of time.
"C'mon, baby. I know what you need. You gotta have some reason for wearin' an outfit like this." He's said those lines before, but those times before, she's said yes. Even if she means yes, she's saying—
"Eddie, no."
"Sure, no. Spelled Y-E--" She rakes her sharp fingernails down his face, drawing blood, and part of him is pissed. They didn't plan that.
"Spelled N-O, Eddie!" He sticks to the plan, and slugs her in the solar plexus. Sally's breath comes out in a pained wheeze. She recovers quickly, and the crack of her slap echoes in the darkened room, light still streaming from the open closet. They're still and tense, staring at each other, the plan is the plan but somehow they've lost track of what they're supposed to do next.
"Eddie?" He snaps out of it and punches her in the face. While she reels he whips out the wire, grabs her hands and loops it around and around, restraining her.
Sally makes to kick him, and he dodges, punch aimed for her shoulder hitting her in the neck. With a loud yelp, she falls, catching herself on the small table, knocking a vase full of the flowers he got her onto the floor where it shatters with a crash. Eddie does not hear the front door slam open in the other room.
He grabs her by her long chestnut hair and drags her to the bed so she doesn't cut herself on the broken glass. Sally flops limply onto the covers, still struggling weakly. He reaches for his belt, as she whimpers,
"Oh. Oh no, Eddie don't…" But she hasn't said her safe word, hasn't said 'garden' so he keeps going.
"Sally? Sally, what's…" A third voice intrudes, trailing off in astonishment. Hollis Mason stands in the doorway, eyes wide before they narrow in hate. "You vicious little sonuva..." And then he's there, dragging Eddie off Sally, who stares at both of them in shock.
"Hey, hey! She asked for it!" The ninja gives an inarticulate scream of rage.
Hollis' fist hits Eddie square in the nose and Eddie gasps out "crossbow", because damn it, role-play time is over. Hollis doesn't know, that this is consensual, has no idea Eddie and Sally are together, and so has dropped the yellow roses meant for the battered woman in the other room, his fists pummeling into the stockier man's face.
"Hollis! Hollis no!" The fists stop. Sally drags Hollis off of Eddie.
"Sally, don't defend him! That little bastard just tried to- to!" Sally's eyes are pitying, and tired, and annoyed. Eddie's mouth is full of blood - from where he bit his tongue - but he's not going to spit it out in the bedroom and stain the carpet. He levers himself to his feet.
"Hollis, Eddie and I have been dating for months now. He wasn't raping me, we were… well, I asked him to, so it wasn't real." Eddie leaves them to it, Sally to explaining, Hollis to his astonishment. He heads to the bathroom and spits his mouthful into the sink. Looks into the mirror to examine those damn claw marks. Shouldn't scar, but hell, people are going to ask.
He pulls out a washcloth and cleans himself off. He rises the blood out, wets it again, and takes it with him. When he reenters the bedroom, Hollis is gone, the front door is closed, and Sally is slumped on the bed, staring blankly at the wall.
"Babe? Ya all right?"
"Fine, Eddie." She sighs, shaking her head. He sits down next to her on the bed.
"C'mere." He takes her chin gently and cleans her face with the damp cloth.
"Eddie." She says, eyes closing. He undresses her slowly, soothing her hurts with the cloth, following it with whispery kisses until she is soft and supple under his hands. Sally arches under him with a sigh, hands working on removing his clothes, kissing his neck, whimpering when he presses too hard on her already blackening bruises.
He leaves her briefly to wedge a chair under the doorknob of the busted front door, then closes and locking the bedroom door just for safe measure, before returning to his girlfriend.
When they join this time, there is no violence or tension. They've had their fill of that, so the love they make is slow, gentle and tender. Neither of them last long, adrenaline and hormones still coursing through their veins, and it's not long before they whimper their climaxes to the disheveled room.
She cuddles close, sucking in a breath when his hand finds the bruise on her neck.
"Was it what you wanted?" He wonders, fingers moving on to play with her hair. Sally shifts against him.
"Aside from Hollis?" She teases, and he snorts. "Yeah. It was good."
"Good." Eddie says, "'Cause I'm fine with rough, but no sparring in the bedroom for a long time, babe."
"I don't blame you."
They pull the sheets up and drift into the deep sleep of the emotionally exhausted kind.
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