And Don\'t Forget the Violence

[Harlequin]

Still not cornered, but much closer to it; only about four inches between her pushed-up tits and the lacquered, black-painted smoothness of the door. Of course he wanted to stay behind her. He was a goddamn predator, and bigger than her, and he wanted–

And what about Judas?

He hadn\'t spoken, but she\'d heard him. Her body went rigid against him, breath held in her chest as her eyes widened in a flash of bright silver fear. She was never afraid for long, though, and her hands fisted immediately at her side. He was in her head. Vivianne had told her they could do things like that, but she\'d never expected–

"Stay the fuck out of my brain," she hissed, finally allowing her cool exterior to crack, shivering at the words in her ear as his hands found her highs again.

But it was reassembled in moments, as she leaned her shoulders back against his chest slightly, her voice a mocking purr as she asked, "What claim do you have to that name, Judas?"

[Saiketsu]

Nikolai smirked wryly, his cool lips leaving her ear to hover lower on her neck. Stay out of her brain? Never. He wanted this cunt to think of nothing but him even well after he had fucked her up and gone. That shiver drove him higher, made him pull her closer as she pressed himself to her. Between parted lips his tongue made contact with her hot flesh, then his lips in a sensual expression of want. He could taste her sweat, the lingering smoke from the club, and anything her skin had come into contact with over the course of the night. Her tiny hairs rose again under his touch and his lips pulled back and off of her skin into another vicious smirk. The blood was pulsing fiercely through her, so close to his mouth.

What claim did he have to the name Judas? An unwilling flicker of memory surfaced, a sharp kick to his face from the most beautiful man he had ever known, his closest friend. His smirk faltered a bit. "My dear, I am Judas himself, revived from the fucking dead." He pressed her closer, putting his lips onto her neck again, inhaling silently the scent of that exotic little rabbit. Slowly he let his teeth scrape lightly against her skin, his jaw beginning to ache at her scent and the sound of her rushing blood.

[Harlequin]

Another low hiss escaped her lips as his mouth made contact with her ear, turning to a growl when he took it away. She pressed her ass back against him, regretting, suddenly, that they weren\'t facing the mirror any more.

Having been raised Hindi, Morgaine didn\'t know much about the bible. She knew about the bloody bits, though, and Judas\' certainly was one of those. "Then you\'re a cowar–," she purred again, though her breath hitched and caught halfway through as his lips and teeth pressed against her skin. She had expected this–hell, she had asked for this, but she wasn\'t going to let him have it that easily.

This time, she didn\'t ask him to release her, simply attempted to slide by on his right, simultaneously jamming an elbow backwards into his ribs, encouraging him to loose his hold, "And no fucking biting me," she warned.

[Saiketsu]

His grip slipped off of her, that much was obvious. But instead of dropping to his side and taking her polite warning, his arm instantly grabbed onto her protruding elbow as she moved, catching it well before it jabbed into him. There was no way he would have let her get away with something so forward and commanding. He was in control of the situation and if his actions hadn\'t said so already, then the strong grip on the crook of her elbow would have.

"If I were you," he spoke lowly in a silky voice, his green eyes boring into hers with arrogance and command, "I wouldn\'t dare assume that you\'ll get any sort of cooperation from me." His mouth settled into that same unsettling smirk and his grip on her didn\'t change in the least.

He was the king of this damned city, after all. No bitch would ever pull him out of his throne.

[Harlequin]

Morgaine wasn\'t about to give up her last vestiges of control so easily, and her upper lip lifted in an expression halfway between a sneer and a snarl as he caught her elbow. She turned the glare on him over her shoulder, feeling his fingers bruise when she tugged at his hold. Ditto, toots, she thought at his words, with a vague, fleeting smirk of her own.

"And why not?" she mocked, "You followed me here, didn\'t you?" Her brown eyes met at matched his, a certain ferocity burning in their depths.

She wondered, idly, how far they were both willign to take this power struggle. She certainly wasn\'t going to let him have her anytime soon, but she seemed to be making little headway at geting under his skin, as well.

Maybe they\'d both be broken (for the night, at least) by the end of it. Or maybe they\'d simply become too frustrated with each other to continue the game.

[Saiketsu]

He could have broken her arm easily, twisted it right off her little body before she knew what was happening. He could have even tightened his grip on her, put a hand mark there for weeks to come, pulled her closer into a vicious embrass and drained her dry. But what was the fun in that?

With a slight flash of his teeth through that smirk, Nikolai loosened his grip on her but didn\'t release her. Instead he kept her eye for an uncomfortably long amount of time, unblinking and unwavering, as he tried to pull her into him. It wasn\'t exactly polite or gentle, but held none of the anger he had almost expressed moments ago. He loved a bitch that stood up to him, after all. It made him hard, even if she was only human.

[Harlequin]

Morgaine knew quite well that he could fuck her up if he set his mind to it; she also knew that, if he valued his life, he wouldn\'t. This knowledge was one of the only things that kept her fighting.

She let him reel her in, muscles relaxing slightly as his grip did, though she kept her eyes on his, as well–allowing herself to be momentarily distracted by how goddamned wicked they were. She held his gaze even as she pressed herself against him, chest-to-chest, free hand resting lightly on one of his slim hips.

"You\'re sure you don\'t remember me?" she teased, moving the hand at his hip along the waistband of his jeans. That hand curled around the top of his jeans when she reached his fly, however, urging him closer still with a none-too-gentle tugging motion.

[Saiketsu]

"Bad memory," he lied, enjoying the warmth of her flesh on his abdomen, moving into her rhythm easily as she coaxed him closer. He wasn\'t nearly hard enough yet to give her anything she wanted, but he was enjoying the tugs at his jeans. Forward little cunt, he mused to himself, only to have it interrupted by his mental partner. She wants it bad, Nick. She wants us bad. Think we should give it to her?

Not yet. He pressed himself against her further, more than what she coaxed him into. With a measured pace he cornered her against the wall. His hand, too distracted by the delicious curves of her body, left its dominating grip on her arm, choosing a better place on the roll of her hips, the other hand right under that nearly-perfect ass of hers, coated in latex.

"Why? Are you someone I should have remembered?" He leaned into her, his body pressing her against the wall as his face settled close enough to kiss her, smirking. She wanted him so badly, so be it. He was thirsty enough.

[Harlequin]

Bad memory.

Morgaine didn\'t know if she believed him; she\'d left him in a pretty bad way when she\'d slipped away from him, those months ago. He was looking better now than he did then, at least; no more ugly wound in his throat, at least. Ugly throat wounds, she found, often clashed with even the chicest of outfits.

That train of though was quickly lost though, when her back hit the wall.

Christ, there were so many things she wanted out of him at that moment.

Some of them, he gave her, as his hands roamed over her body. She could let him think he owned her, just for a moment; turn it back on him later, "I find people tend to remember the ones that get away," she taunted, as he pressed his body against hers, trapping her hand where it was, "Unless that happens to you more often than you\'d like to admit."

Her eyes strayed to his lips

so goddamn close

 as she spoke.

[Saiketsu]

He never missed her small human reactions. The simple movement of her eyes to his lips, her taut body pressing against him against that wall. No one ever got away from him. No one. He either killed them or simply let them go. Morgaine was no different. She would never be any different.

He had faced hard bitches before, ones who thought they could ride with him, party with him, and then resist him, keep him coming back for more. Every single time it ended the same way: these bitches on their backs crawling, begging for his beautiful fuck, forgotten the next night. Morgaine was no different. She was fiery, sure, hot even. But in the end, she would be nothing but a memory and a knotch in his bedpost. She would have nothing from him but the hardness of his dick and his teeth in her neck.

But for the moment, there was no harm in playing the game. He always won it anyway.

His hips found hers easily, his body framing her so that there was no possible way out for this little rabbit. With painful slowness, he pressed his hips into hers, moving her leg around him with his hand which had been convieniently placed there. The vampire held onto her leg at his hips, giving himself plenty of room to press himself to her hot little body.

"Well," he said, his lip rings fluttering over her lips as he spoke, his eyes ferociously trying to seize their attention, "see, that\'s the thing. No one really gets away from me. I mean, I\'m sure there\'s something there if we\'ve fucked before, but I\'d have to be reminded of it."

[Harlequin]

Nikolai would likely be able to feel the pulse in Morgaine\'s thigh racing as he  grasped and shifted her leg, just as well as he could hear the ragged edge to her breath. Morgaine cursed her mortal nature, and all of its tiny giveaways. Her expression remained smooth, however; an aloof half smile appeared as she ran her free hand up the arm grasping her leg, finally letting it rest on the back of his neck.

She bit back a groan as he ground his hips so painfully slow into hers. God, every part of him was cold against the white, liquid heat of her latex-covered skin.

But she would not  be the first to break, Goddammit. She would not kiss him, no matter how biteably close those grinning lips. As if on cue, she tore her eyes way from his mouth, and looked up at him from under her long lashes, "Gee, I don\'t think so, mister," she breathed, feigning innocence, "I never been with a vampire before."

The words were true, but spoken like a lie. With Morgaine, it was impossible to tell the difference.

[Harlequin]

(stupid double post -.-)

[Saiketsu]

The blood in her veins was pulling at his nose as it raised under his hands, against his body. The more heat that flooded her tiny little body, the longer Nikolai would prolong her torture. Her heart fluttered, her face flushed, her skin warmed again, yet she looked at him as if it didn\'t. Women. She wouldn\'t win.

Her hand settled on the back of his neck, and Judas hissed in Nikolai\'s ears. He, on the other hand, enjoyed the warmth of her flesh, though purposely suppressing his groan. Instead he took the opportunity to slither ever closer to her. That hand slid around her leg and gripped the latex with a malicious frevor, his fingernails scraping gently over her lower ass. His other hand, however, left her body for a much better, more tantilizing spot on her neck as he leaned into her throat, lips skimming over the right side of her cheek, up to her ear, then down to her neck.

"That\'s a shame," Nikolai breathed quietly, prickling the hairs on her throat and neck. Because you\'re going to now, cunt, Judas growled in his ear. Nikolai said nothing more, but placed his mouth lightly to her beautiful throat, letting his lips skim across her skin before making them heavier, more passionate as her blood rose to the surface.

[Harlequin]

As his fingernails dug into the meat of her round ass, her jaw tensed against another groan. Morgaine had always liked it rough; knew this one would be good for it. The fingers on the back of his neck dug in slightly, though her guitarist\'s fingernails were too short to cause any real pain.

Morgaine didn\'t like it when people touched her face, but managed to quell her instinct to jerk away from the soft chill of his lips brushing against her cheek, instead leaning her head to the side to give him better access. At least he\'d settled for the unblemished side of her throat–and he didn\'t seem to be too interested in her scars, this time around. Small mercies, both.

She opened her mouth in a silent cry as his lips descended on her throat, too enthralled with the twining of their bodies to care than she\'d forbidden him from biting her. She\'d never meant it, anyway.

The hand on his neck moved slightly higher, to twine her fingers into the short, soft hair at the back of his head–tugging none too gently once she\'d found her hold.

[Saiketsu]

Easy access. Judas smirked as Nikolai\'s lips pressed against her skin harder, his tongue darting out and tasting her sweat for the second time that night. Her blood flooded her skin, making his tongue warm and his mouth nearly water for her. It had been hours since he last tasted live blood. His hips thrust slowly up into hers, pressing her further into the wall. Again and again and again, his hips falling into a slow, smooth rhythm. He couldn\'t care less if it was getting harder for her to breathe.

He half-groaned as her hands found his hair and pulled at it, a low growl in his throat that forced his teeth to scrape viciously against her neck. The vampire was growing hard against her, and if she were paying any attention she would notice it easily. But he wasn\'t losing his purpose. Nikolai wasn\'t about to let this chick go.

His nails bit into her latex, piercing it with ease as he slid his fingers up her side at the leg, splitting the side of her stomach open. Skilled at this type of thing, Nikolai\'s hand slipped in between the latex and her skin at her back, finding it much hotter than the skin on her arms or even her neck. He didn\'t even notice really as it split more, the farther in her reached.