Author's Note: Sorry it took so long, but at least it wasn't as long as another year. XD

Since I've been writing Addiction with Brokenrose24, I've been kicking my writer's block in the ass. Well, it's not actually writer's block, but it's like a block on me that kept me from wanting to write. Plus, this chapter isn't porn without plot; it has to happen for another purpose, but because it involves dark Arnold, I was afraid to finish it. However, I remembered what Mia and I said to each other about writing dark Arnold and going all out.

I apologize if you don't like dark Arnold, but as I said, there's reasons for everything in this story, and I'll also kindly point you to the April Fool's Day episode where we already saw a hint of him anyway, lol.

Thanks for reading, and the next chapter will be out soon!

All my life I've been searching for something.

Something never comes, never leads to nothing.

Nothing satisfies, but I'm getting close,

Closer to the prize at the end of the rope.

All night long I dream of the day.

When it comes around, and it's taking away.

Leaves me with the feeling that I fear the most,

Feel it come to life when I see your ghost.

- From "All My Life" by Foo Fighters

She lay gagged and shackled before him in the humid candlelit room, sweat dripping from her bowed head onto the cracked concrete floor of his grandparents' basement. Her wrists and ankles ached in protest while the leather straps merely gripped tighter as she flexed her muscles. A muffled whine slid past the rubber ball jammed into her mouth as a hand yanked roughly at her hair.

She still almost expected it to be Todd and nearly lost her breath when Arnold's face dipped down to meet hers with a lazy grin. "Everything's all nice and tight, sweetheart?"

Part of her wanted to demand that he release her. After all, this position couldn't be good on her knees or the baby - and magically, her huge belly was suddenly reminding her of its presence.

However, the darker and deeper part of her that constantly pleaded with her for permission to let Todd's misplaced rage consume her was now screaming at her...that this is what she'd been waiting for all of her life. Who better to punish her than the saint, himself? The man she'd wronged so many damn times.

He stroked the small of her back, and a bead of sweat laced with other bodily fluids trailed down the inside of her left thigh. She bit back a moan, and he smacked her in the same spot he'd just gently touched. "Don't hold back. I want to know the effect I'm having on you." He softly fingered her pubic hairs, and she groaned loudly around the gag.

She wanted to beg for him to fuck her raw, but she could only produce what sounded like a half-hearted grumble.

Laughter filled the air. "Is my poor little Unibrow horny?" He pinched the right side strap between his thumb and index finger, muttering thoughtfully, "It's a shame to keep such a pretty mouth hidden. I guess this will have to come off." He peered down at her and added, "You'd better behave."

She had so many questions to ask - the most important being how she had gotten there, and secondly, why the fuck was he calling her 'Unibrow' - but she wasn't sure where to start, so she nodded.

His fingers diligently worked the clasp of the gag free, and he brought them around to touch her lips. "You're so beautiful, Helga. I can just picture myself fucking that mouth until those lips are bright red and glistening with your spit and my hot-"

"Arnold, how did I get here?" she interjected quickly. She knew she could be crossing a line, but some nagging feeling in the back of her head kept urging her that none of this was real. Her Arnold had been way too shy for that kind of dirty talk.

Besides...didn't he bail on visitation last night? Why wasn't she furious with him?

Oh...right. He was wearing leather pants that left nothing to the imagination.

She shook her head and tried again. "I shouldn't be here. This isn't right."

He cocked a curious eyebrow at her. "What isn't right? I thought you wanted this. You like it when I take control." He fondled her left cheek.

"I do," she whispered as she nuzzled him lovingly, "but this isn't real."

"How do you know it isn't real?" he retaliated. His right hand grasped a candle and twirled it. Wax flew from his fingertips, a tiny drop scalding her neck.

Maybe I was wrong...that hurt!

"What's to say I didn't work out a deal with Phoebe to sneak you to my place for the night?" Smiling green eyes met blue. "You've wanted this for so many years, Helga. To be my little love slave and please me as only you can. What's to say that I haven't been thinking about the exact same thing since we parted ways for college?"

She sighed slowly and shifted her weight off her bladder. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that, but I'll have to wait longer. My real Arnold would never be...uh, this aggressive...no matter how bold he is."

He stepped behind her and grasped her ass with his hands and rubbed something oh so damn hard yet soft against her cheeks. "How do you know this isn't real? I bet this feels real." She couldn't help the loud moan that slipped out, and before she knew it, she was fighting with her bonds to push back into him. He laughed. "Feels good, too, doesn't it?" He petted her head. "Why don't you just relax? Even if it's only a dream, as you say, what would it hurt?"

She thought about his words seriously for a moment. What could it hurt? After all, she'd had dreams like this before, so what was one more?

I want it to really be him. I want him to be here so badly, it hurts to breathe. I don't want the endless dreams anymore. I need the real thing.

"My heart," she answered finally. "It would hurt my heart for this to be another dream. I don't want to wake up. I'm tired of waking up to find you no longer there next to me."

He cupped her chin gently and looked down at her with something akin to regret and sadness in his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you like that, Helga. I love you too much for that. If you want to stop, I'll take you back to the hospital. We'll forget this ever happened. I'll let you get on with your life."

Something clicked in her head. "You...you mean you really are here? This isn't a dream?" Tears fell onto her cheeks. "I thought you...I mean, you never came to visit, so I thought you didn't need me anymore-"

He gripped her hands roughly and gave her such a stare that she felt she had been penetrated already. "I need you more than you'll ever understand...so badly, Helga. So badly. Can I...can I...?" The words died on his lips, and he bit at his fist with the most pained expression she'd ever seen.

Her heart was near bursting point. Her love god had stolen her away for this little rendezvous because he needed her! Oh fraptious day, as Lewis Carroll had once said! She'd waited too long to hear those words!

She looked up at him with determination and then lowered her eyes to the ground demurely. "You've always had me. You've never needed to ask, my beloved."

She peeked up at him, expecting him to be smiling, but instead...instead he looked like he was about to cry.

Another drop in the hat labeled This Is Really Happening. That reaction is so Arnold.

He stroked her left cheek and let out a ragged breath, as if he had been holding it forever. "You...you don't know how much that means to me." He bent down and kissed her on the lips. She was just starting to delight in the taste of Eau de Arnold when he pulled back and whispered, "Please...say it."

She paused, slightly taken aback. What the hell did he want her to say? If she could have scratched her head in thought, she would. She looked at the ground and then back at him, leaving him just as momentarily clueless as her. When he opened his mouth to say something, it suddenly dawned on her what he wanted. The same words Todd had wanted after the first time.

"You own me. I love you."

But something about saying those words ached her heart so and made her feel guilty. How much did those six little words mean if she had once enthusiastically shouted them to Todd, and she was now uttering them to Arnold?

It felt right though. This felt right. As much as she told herself it felt right with Todd - and how she did love him - it wasn't like this. This was like coming home again. Like feeling safe within her own skin again.

Her golden-haired god smiled down at her lovingly. "I love you, too, Helga. I have never loved anyone else because there's no one else like you." He stopped, sighed, and then looked at her again with a twinkling in his eyes - or maybe that was just the candlelight. "You complete me in a way I can't begin to describe. Something my grandma had once explained to me caught me by surprise when we danced the tango back in elementary school. You and I are yin and yang."

She nodded halfheartedly only because she wished he would do something. Sitting there in that position was making everything grow tired. She wanted to get to what she'd always dreamed of instead of yammering, dammit! "Yeah, yeah...we're black and white, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, you're good, and I'm bad-"

Swiftly, he grabbed her arms, cutting off her train of thought. "Oh, you have it all wrong, my lovely little romantic vixen." He kissed her again and then ran his tongue down her neck in a trail that led to her left breast to tease her nipple. "I'm the bad one." He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked so hard, she felt like she might pass out from pleasure.

"Ar-arnold, I..I'm t-the one that needs p-p-punished!" she cried out as he caressed her with his teeth.

He sneered up at her. "Oh, you're getting punished, all right. Punished for years of wearing short skirts and tight jeans. Years of being such a tease. You say you hated it, but I bet you loved the attention of every guy in our school. Their eyes roaming all over your body, checking out your cute firm ass and your supple breasts bouncing behind your thin shirts because you wouldn't wear a bra-"

"My parents didn't care enough to replace them!"

"Maybe you just didn't care enough to make a case for them to need replacement." He twisted and rubbed her nipples ever so softly. "Maybe you wanted everyone to take a peek and see what you had. Don't deny that you got off on the guys sliding their grimy hands up your belly and copping a feel!"

OK, never in my dreams has he acted like this or said these things. I can't believe this is actually happening.

"I didn't want them to do it, asshole. It's not like I said, 'Here, have at me, fellas!'"

He squeezed her nipples even harder, and it was sweet torture. "You did want them to do it because you were such a horny girl and couldn't wait for me."

She bit her lip and looked down shyly. How did he know the worst things about her? "I...I wanted it to be you doing those things to me."

"Tell me how much you got yourself off just thinking about it being me."

"I...I...I don't know!"

He placed his hand on her ass and mumbled with warning, "Helga..."

"I...maybe...it had to have been...all I can remember was like eleven specific times." She winced in anticipation of what he was going to do to her.

However, she was surprised.

He slid in behind her, and his fingers dove into her most private place and tickled her bud. "So it was eleven times of this?" And then he proceeded to stroke her.

She groaned loudly. "This isn't punishment, Football-head! This is torture!" She felt the build-up inside her and hissed. "Aren't you supposed to be spanking me or something?"

He grinned. "That wouldn't be making you feel good though, and I said I want to make you feel good."

The stroking sped up, and there were intermittent tugs at her, sending her into a wonderful frenzy. She shook her head from side to side, but he stopped her by clasping her hair in his hands. "If you keep doing that-"

"And if I keep doing it?" He pulled her hair and nibbled her left ear.

Pouting, she whined, "I'm...I'm...going to-"

"Going to what?" He sucked her earlobe and pinched her bud hard.

"I can't take it anymore!" she wailed and tried to reach for him, but she didn't need to do so. A zipper was undone behind her, and warm hands clutched her hips. She trembled with excitement, sweat covering her skin with a slimy sheen of desire.

"I know how long you've needed this," he whispered.

With that, they were joined as one finally, and the moment was so strong, so emotional, so much that she spilled herself over him and passed out, but feeling whole for the first time in her life.