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ravenrose18 · 3 months ago

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Shadows of Destiny

Chapter 11

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In an abandoned meat packing facility, Alex slapped Raven's cheeks as the demon behind her finished tying the ropes around her wrists behind a chair. "Wake up sweetheart!" He feigned his best Dean Winchester accent. "I said wake up!" He buried his knife into her thigh, just above her knee to jolt her awake.

Raven jumps awake screaming and hears him say what Dean calls her and she growls and looks up at him. "You son of a bitch what the hell do you want with me?! I should've fucking killed you! If I'm not going to kill you the Winchester brothers will!" She screams she feels nothing but anger in her chest she feels something happening within her but she doesn't know what it is yet

Dean slammed his fist down on Bobby's desk, not even able to look his guilty-looking brother in the eyes, "What part of 'she's being followed' got lost in that giant brain, huh?! You didn't think to say 'Raven, maybe I should go with you' or 'Raven...I think that's a bad idea because DEMONS'?!" Sam flinched, not saying a word as he shook his head, "She said she wanted to be alone, Dean..." "Right. Because that's exactly what she needs right now. I'm going to get in my car. I'm going to go and find her because there is no world where she's still out there...without being in trouble." "I'll go with..." "No. You stay here in case she comes back. And you do your best to not burn the house down because one told you not to." Dean scolded him before stomping to the door and out to the Impala.

Back at the warehouse, Alex smiled widely at Raven's reaction. He placed one finger on the end of the knife handle and wiggled it back and forth with a hiss. "And how I would love to rip Dean Winchester's throat out with my own bare hands...or the big one, whichever one decides to test me. Unlike the others, I'm not afraid of the angels. I know that HE is coming to save us all..."

Raven looks at him confused "What the fuck are you talking about!? You are fucking crazy let me the fuck go! You don't want to mess with me and my boys Alex! You will get fucked up if you hurt me more!" She yells as she feels the knife in her thigh she grips her fist tightly trying to breathe through the pain and not pass out from blood loss. "You'll find out what I mean, trust me. Those boys will fail to save them. They will fail, and the seals will be broken...and then he is coming. And he will be happy to see you, his perfect little creation." Alex sneered at her, tapping the knife with the palm of his hand to drive it further into her leg, before stepping back and clapping his hands. "What do you wanna do, hmm? Should we play games? Chase? Pin cushion? Pray to the angels?" He teased, as one of the demons in a dark corner quickly exited the building as if running toward something. The quiet rumbling of the Impala could be heard as Dean passed the building while looking for Raven.

Raven looks at him in horror as she screams in pain and hears him say something about the perfect little creation. "What the hell are you talking about? Perfect little creation?" She says afraid to know what he talking about she struggles in her binding and she clearly can't get out of it. Raven hears the rumbling of the Impala as tears come to her eyes knowing Dean is near trying to find her she simply smirks at him through the pain "You're so dead You're fucked, Alex!" She yells

Dean rolled his window down, trying to listen for any sound that might be out of place in the sleepy downtown area. It was getting late so most sounds should carry. As if in queue, Dean heard a high-pitched scream that he couldn't place. He whipped the car around and drove a bit slower, pulling up to a curb. He shut the car off and stepped out, sliding Rubys knife from his belt. "You have no idea what you are, do you? Maybe we need to bring it out! How do we bring it out?!" Alex cackled, as the lights flickered above him, only making him laugh louder. "How do we...turn it on?" Just as he finished his words, a scuffle broke out by the door and Alex's eyes shot up toward it. He quickly ran around behind Raven, seeing the flashing of one of his guards dying and Dean Winchester's silhouette standing there. "And we didn't invite you!" Alex yelled. Dean said nothing, simply walking across the room at a slow and deliberate pace right as Alex managed to untie the last knot. He yanked Raven from the chair, knife still in her thigh, and held her to his chest with his hand around her throat. "Stay there. I will snap her neck."

Raven looks at Alex looks at him in horror glares growls groans in pain and limps as he yanks her out of the chair and whimpers in pain from putting pressure on the leg that has the knife in it. "Dean. I love you." She says weakly as she closes her eyes feeling Alex have her by her throat. If anything happens to Dean she is going to get pissed and Alex might kill her this time not unless what he was saying earlier about her being a perfect creature and turning it on like bringing it out of her she needs to figure it out before anything else bad happens. "I'm not gonna come any closer, but..." Dean started the cocky tone of his voice oozing with confidence as he flicked blood from the end of Ruby's knife and came into the light, a small trickle of blood trailing from his nose. "But wouldn't you rather be the demon who killed Dean Winchester? Why don't you fight me like a man, eh?" "Oh you know that's tempting." Alex teased but Dean simply shrugged with a smirk. "I ain't gettin' any younger and we got nothin' but time. Come on. Drop the girl, and let me have it." Dean coaxed Alex. After a few deep breaths of excitement, Alex tossed Raven to the side and rushed Dean, taking him off his feet with a grunt. As Dean's back hit the ground, Ruby's knife slid away from him, and Alex headbutted in the forehead.

Raven looks at him shaking her head "Dean no!" She falls to the ground and groans in pain still having the knife in her thigh. She sees what's happening to Dean she groans as she puts her hand on the ground trying to stabilize herself but she falls to the ground again in pain. She starts to get pissed as she puts both her hand flat on the ground she sits up on her knees as she starts to feel something inside her ignite. Her eyes start to glow purple, her angel wing tattoo on her back starts to glow purple as well her hands start to form a glow of purple. She looks down at her hands glowing purple she looks up at Alex slowly with a smirk.

Dean landed a single heavy blow to Alex's face, but being a demon, Alex shook it off and began punching Dean, settling with his knees on either side of Dean's hips. Dean twisted, rolling onto his stomach and desperately crawling toward Ruby's knife. As his fingers brushed it, he saw the light from Raven glow on the walls around them, and he furrowed his brow, looking up toward the ceiling, half expecting Castiel to be there. Raven continues to smirk and the purple light that comes off of her shines brighter than light explodes from her body as her black angel wings come out of her back. "Get away from him now!" She yells as she stands up now she doesn't have the knife in her thigh anymore she healed the wounds that she sustained from Alex during her torture.

Dean covered his eyes as the familiar blast of light from an angel lit up the room. He clutched Ruby's knife to his chest and curled up to protect his face. Alex turned around, his eyes burning as he stood and laughed. "I was right!" He cried out, in agony, fear, and excitement. Dean realized his eyes weren't burning if he lowered his arms. So he stood from the ground, stepped up behind Alex, and drove the knife up through his ribs, causing him to flash and scream. "He's coming!" Dean frowned at the words of the demon, as he dropped him to the ground and gasped for air, standing with the bloody knife clutched in his hand so tight his knuckles were white. He didn't look up, but kept his eyes on the floor, staring at the ground in front of Raven's feet.

Raven stood there breathing heavily realizing what she was she closed her eyes shaking her head having the purple light fade away from her hands and eyes, she fell to her knees as her wings dissipated she looked down putting her hand on the ground in front of her she couldn't even look at Dean she realizes that she one of the monsters that they have been hunting all their lives. She wanted to question Alex on who created her and who was coming. She still doesn't know exactly what she is.

Dean didn't know what to say as he stood there, but slowly, he raised his eyes to look at the top of Raven's head. He loosened his grip on the knife, bringing it up to wipe it on his shirt, and then placed it back in his belt with a sigh. He tried to find the words, something to try and break the ice that was formed in the room. It was still Raven, right? "Raven?" He whispered, stepping over Alex's body and carefully approaching her. Raven's tears ran down her cheeks as she started to get overwhelmed in her mind by everything she ever questioned the dream she always had was her falling from the sky it wasn't a dream it was a memory. "I'm a monster... I have been a monster this whole time... I don't know what I am..." She says softly sobbing as she keeps her head down can't look at Dean she doesn't want to see how he looks at her now knowing what just happened.

Dean wanted to shake his head but he wasn't sure what he was feeling. He didn't know what she was or what part of her could be dangerous. At the same time, he could barely remember a time when he didn't know her. He knew her. She would never hurt him."I'm...um. You're not a monster, Raven. I don't know what you are but you could never be a monster. Not you." He cooed to her as he squatted in front of her, reaching a shaky hand out toward her hair.

Raven looks up at him slightly seeing and feeling his shaky hand "But you're afraid of me you're shaking. Dean, I'm not dangerous to you or anyone I love I would never hurt anybody I just found out bout me not being fully human you think I hurt you? I wouldn't hurt you in any way but I'm still a monster I'm the thing we were taught how to hunt our whole lives." She says she holds herself tightly "I know you would never hurt me. I'm...I'm shaking because it's a bit of an um...a shock the system, you know? And I would be lying if I said it's not a bit scary. But I'm not afraid of you." Dean explained to her, flexing his shaky hand before leaning down a little more to where he was almost lying down near her. He tried to find her eyes as he did so. "This seems to be different from what we have hunted...like the angels."

Raven looks into his eyes and takes a deep breath in relief that Dean wasn't afraid of her. "It's not just angels Dean it's also demons whoever HE is Alex said I was 'his perfect little creation' meaning I may have angel wings but I'm also something else and both angels and demons know bout me some way and Castiel knows be wouldn't say what I was back at the house. We need to find out what I am." She says as she calms down she slowly and gently puts her hand on his cheek. "I'm so glad you came to save me. I'm sorry I left and put myself in this situation." She says softly feeling guilty for doing what she did but she is just glad Alex was dead and dealt with now they have a bigger problem to deal with. Who is 'HE'?

Chapter 12

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years ago

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THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part II/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back.

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

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Warnings: language.

A/N: lucky me, when I told you guys to choose a number from 1 to 12, 12 was the second choice. 12 was also the second part of this fic. I wasn't planning on starting this series so soon but meh, here it goes.

Part I

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The steering wheel gripped, my jaw clenched.

"it's Natasha. She... Dissappeared"

I drove at full speed until I reached my building, and, once I exited my car, I made a beeline through the lobby to reach the elevator.

"it's Natasha."

I entered in my apartment and tossed the bag I had been carrying all the goddamn way to there. My door wasn't even locked before I kicked off my heels and started to unbutton my blouse.

"she... dissappeared"

All my clothes, one by one, had been discarded all over the hall on the way to my bedroom.

I let my body fall over my soft mattress, warm blanket and cozy pillows. I was so tired and my bed was so comfy.

It had been a long ass day.

My boyfriend refused to talk to me after the fight we had had; I argued with my boss and Wanda, my secretary and bestfriend got caught in the crossfire; I had to do a whole tone of work, and when I got out of the building, those two fuckers were there.

They had the nerve to come to my work place.

They had the nerve to come to me.

Natasha dissappeared, they had said.

And I didn't know why I couldn't get it out of my mind, because it couldn't be the first time something like that happened in their gang. They hadn't needed my help before, therefore, they didn't really need my help now.

No, it was a lame excuse to... God knows what.

I really could use some sleep, so I closed my eyes and let my body relax as my mind drifted off.

It's Natasha.

She... dissappeared.

I woke up after around three or four hours of tossing and turning due to the redhead's face coming to me every single time I started to doze.

Her eyes, her laugh, her smirk, her ferocity when she defended someone she cared about, when she defended me. All those moments in the bar she listened to my problems, all those times she sided with me even if that meant argue with her friends.

"what the hell?" I rhetorically inquired to myself, taking my hands to the sides of my head. "they got this handled, for fucks sake." I reminded myself "Stop overthinking"

A moment of silence, in which it seemed to me as if I was going to finally resume my sleep.

"fuck."

I left the bed and grabbed a clean outfit from the chair in my besides my desk. Ten minutes later I was heading out with my car keys and my phone.

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"You planning on letting me in?"

"are you gonna come in or...?"

Bucky and I spoke at the same time, which created an even more awkward situation. He moved aside for me to enter before the vibes were unbearable.

Once I had gotten in, I turned left and went upstairs, where I knew the living room was. "I saw Sam in the balcony." I informed him. "are the rest here?"

"Some of them, yeah" the brunette replied, walking upstairs right behind me. "we've been trying to figure out a way to solve this."

To solve what exactly? I had no idea.

Just like I had no idea of how they could possibly need my help, and, most importantly, how the fuck I could help.

The first person I saw when I entered was Steve. He was sitting by the window in the largest couch, which wasn't that large. Besides him was Rhodey, who gave me a grateful smile that spoke by itself.

Sam got in the room accompanied by Clint who seemed to be complaining about something, until he saw me. "Holy fuck." He then stopped dead in his tracks, with disbelief in his gaze.

"Hey Barton" I greeted him with the most sincere smile that I could find in myself, which sure wasn't a great one.

But honestly, could they blame me?

"Hey Y/l/n" his voice spoke the astonishment he felt more than his words did. "Holy fuck." He repeated, which teared a chuckle from me.

"Okay" I spoke after a moment of uncomfortable silence, at least for me "so... is someone-"

Hesitant steps were heard coming from the third floor, and I turned around, waiting for whoever else was in the house. The rest turned to the stairs too, but they knew who was going downstairs.

"Buck, is that Y/n's car?" the brunette, green-eyed girl had been making her way to us until she saw me standing mid-way between the living room and the hall. "oh my God."

Rebecca, Bucky’s younger sister, didn't think twice before stalking into the room in my direction before crashing against me in a hug, which I instantly returned.

"I missed you so damn much" her whisper was muffled by my jacket. "oh my fucking God."

A smile tugged the corner of my lips "missed you too Becca" I pulled away, just to properly see her. "You look different"

"I chopped my hair off" she stated proudly, as if I hadn't noticed the most obvious thing of her change of style.

"looks great"

One of the boys cleared his throat and I remembered we weren't alone.

"okay" I spared Rebecca one last smile before walking towards the boys. "someone explain what happened. Like" I gave them all a warning look. "I want an actual explanation, not just one dramatic statement." My eyes landed on Steve, who had already his eyes shamefully fixed on the ground.

"C'mon Becs"

Becs.

No one would call Rebecca Becs apart from Bucky. No one was allowed too, because Rebecca hated it, except when Bucky said it.

When I first came to know about how it started with her older brother teasing her, it seemed so adorable to me, yet so hilarious.

I looked over my shoulder to peek at Bucky, whose hand was on Rebecca's back to guide her out of the room.

"I wanna know what happened too" she complained in lower voice, almost pleading her older brother with her jade eyes. "Nat's my family too."

Bucky denied "we talked 'bout it Becs. 'M sorry" what happened next, for some reason, shocked me and confused me at the same level.

Bucky glanced at Barton and gave him an almost imperceptible nod, right before leaving her sister and shutting the door behind him.

"Natasha was spying on someone" the dirty blonde man spoke. "She'd been for a while and-"

"who?"

"it's better if you don't know" I scoffed. "she would call us twice a day."

"until she didn't" I finished his explanation. "why was she spying on that someone"

"we owed a favor" Sam joined the conversation with that short and vague statement.

"to whom?" I questioned with my arms crossed over my chest.

"we can't tell you." Steve's words made me lose the one bit of patience that I had left in my body after a sleepless night and an stressful morning. "we really can't."

I tried to cool down before speaking, still, my words came out sharp and tense, and just a bit frustrated. "why am I here? Where's the rest?" they exchanged a couple of hesitant looks. "why. Am. I. Here."

"Y/n" Rhodey's voice was careful and worried as he meticulously measured his words. "we really need your help. We have nothing else, no one else, but we're gonna need you to trust us."

My humorless, sarcastic laugh was accompanied by a scoff, which made it sound even more dramatic. "that's not happening." shaking my head no, I turned around to leave.

I was rushing down stairs when I heard Bucky’s voice. "Y/n, wait" for some reason I didn't acknowledge, I did wait. "where are you going?"

"home." I bitterly stated. "I don't even know why I came in first place"

" 'cause you got a gut feeling" he walked downstairs when he was sure I wouldn't leave immediately. "and 'cause Nat's important to you."

He leaned against the corner of the wall, waiting for me to say something.

"why the hell did you leave the room?"

It was obvious that my question took him by surprise. "uhm" a frown made its way to his confused gaze. "I thought it'd be better if I wasn't there."

If you didn't have to see me, his blue eyes said.

"this is your house"

"I don't want to make it to make it more difficult than it already is" he shrugged, fidgeting with one of his rings. "I already fucked it up at the parking lot and--"

"Bucky" I pinched my nose, feeling the headache that would come sooner rather than later. "I didn't even know they were here" I clarified. "I came to see you"

His confusion grew in his face as he pushed himself off the wall with questioning eyes. "I mean-- why?"

"you said it." the car keys that I had picked out of my pocket while I traveled downstairs, returned to their original place. "I got a gut feeling. A bad one." I looked through the small window besides me. "You told me I was your only option. I came here 'cause I wanna help." he pressed his lips in a thin line. "I came for you to tell me what's happening, but no one tells me anything."

Silence.

"Bucky, I can't help if I don't know what's happening."

More silence.

"And y'all can't ask me to trust you." that was an actual warning, and he understood. "so either you tell me or--"

He walked towards me and reached behind my back to grab what I knew was his leather jacket and gloves, which he always kept on the hall besides the main door.

I spun ninety degrees and moved aside for him to have it easier to put his jacket on. "here" he handed me what used to be my bike helmet and grabbed his own.

"Where we going?" I inquired, making my way side by side with him towards his garage, already zipping up my leather jacket.

"Need a coffee." He replied climbing on the bike. "a good one. What 'bout you?"

He was already putting his helmet on, and I took it as a queue to hop on top of the back seat of his bike. "I could use one, yeah" I mimicked his previous action and, when I heard the engine, I secured myself by holding onto him.

"we'll talk while we have that coffee, okay?"

"Sure" I agreed, right before the bike took off at an insane speed, which made me hold onto him tighter.

Maybe, just maybe, I missed it a little.

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Rio & Buster

Rio: Didn't say you had a girlfriend Rio: but you can tell her she's hitting me up with the back off too late and under fucked up misunderstanding, like 😂 Buster: Didn't say it 'cause I don't Buster: If some girl wishes that's her problem Buster: And yours now like 😂 Rio: It ain't funny, blowing up my phone making me look suspect, like Rio: anyway, Nance gave me the lowdown already so I know she's a cunt so I don't have to hold back Buster: Who's laughing? Buster: Send her my way if she's that desperate Buster: The lads are boring like Rio: Seriously? Rio: No I will Rio: if you're gonna do your own like that you can sort it yourself, not her pimp Rio: not* Buster: Whatever Rio: It so isn't but that's on you Rio: Are you lot out tonight then? Buster: Course Buster: You think I'm waiting at home for you, babe? Rio: Har dee har Rio: sounds like you had a cosy night in in mind tbf Rio: where you going then, wanna meet up? Buster: Not got the light or kettle on like Buster: Sick of the lad already? Rio: Yeah, what you had in mind Rio: Nah, but 2 ain't a party Rio: and I'm going home tomorrow so Buster: Wanna see if he can hang Buster: Fair Buster: I'll bring the party to you then, babe Rio: Pretty much Rio: You're feeling chipper today Buster: I'll insult you when I get there if you really want Rio: Not my kink Rio: would get us back to the status quo though Buster: Just buzzing 'cause you're off home and outta my way like Buster: Can't blame me Rio: I bet Buster: Not looking forward to kicking it in your own ends any more or what? Buster: I know you'll miss me but come on Rio: Nah but it ain't gonna be all fun and games when I get back is it Rio: Shit to sort Rio: but gotta be done Rio: and you wish Rio: I got reason to come back and annoy you some more now Buster: You're not gonna get grounded Buster: Don't worry about it Buster: And I know, kid Buster: Always making it obvious, Cavante Rio: Don't be daft Rio: I've gotta look out for Nance Rio: avoid another ex Rio: all that drama Rio: You're OBVIOUSLY deranged, McKenna Buster: You're used to all that shit many times over Buster: You got this, ma Rio: Shut up! 😂 Rio: Doesn't mean I don't get tired of it Buster: It ain't my fault you've had more exes than I've had fam dinners Buster: Not even starting on family bullshit of yours Buster: Well I'll sort you a decent line when I get there, put a pep back in your step, yeah? Rio: Yeah it is Rio: No show, you are Rio: and bet you've had more, just 'cos you ain't claiming 'em Rio: Go for it Buster: Fuck off I'm being nice here Buster: Trying to give you a proper going away and you're trying to fight me Rio: 🤷 Rio: Soz Rio: Only way I know how, clearly, all those exes, like Buster: What's wrong, babe? I know you ain't gonna miss me that bad so what is it? Rio: You shouldn't fuck Chloe Rio: Idk, you shouldn't have put that in my head Buster: I haven't Buster: She's not my type. I know what you reckon but I do have some standards Rio: Alright, good Rio: Too many lines already, I'm paranoid Rio: she's bad news Buster: Come get some fresh air with me then Buster: Plenty of people say that about me, like. Not that I'm trying to make a connection to her. Fuck that Rio: Might help Rio: Thought you were with your boys though Rio: Yeah but, at least you're upfront about what you are, good or bad Rio: 🐍 Buster: They'll be fine if I don't hold their hands through every song, babe Buster: She's really got to you, yeah? Rio: I'm just being dramatic, too many strangers here Rio: but she did a number on Nancy, that I know for facts, stand by the bad vibes even if I could relax on it rn Buster: Where are you, specifics. I'm come and get you if you ain't coming out Buster: Find those cunts later Rio: Idk, ages away from yours Rio: we're meant to be but the pre-party still going strong Rio: I'll meet you somewhere? Buster: Keep your phone on, I'll be that stalker and work out where you are Buster: Meet you near Rio: Not just a pretty face, ladies and gents Rio: It's alright, just pick a club, no need to ruin the night Buster: At least you're finally admitting how hot I am Rio: 🙄 Really needing the ego boost, yeah? Sure 👌😂 Buster: Find you in The Grand, yeah? Rio: Got it Buster: Half an hour max Rio: Cool, I'm nearer than you so I'll see you in there Rio: *He'd obviously been offended she wanted to leave the party and get a headstart on him on the town, but it was way too soon to show it (thank fuck) and still save face, so she got out without much pouting and whining. Only needed to take one bus, turns out she was about five minutes down the road from Clapham, tops; good to know. Maybe that was why she was feeling so out of it? Not knowing where she was, and who with? Been in that scenario before though and she'd not got this rattled so- blatant bullshit. Rio didn't plan on admitting it to him, but it had way more to do with Buster McKenna than was healthy. Head fuck. This is why they avoided each other, and had for a while now. It weren't no good trying to just be nice to each other, always went too far. And arguing and being cunts didn't exactly cool the energy between 'em either. No, ignoring each other's existence was key. And yet here she was, going out to party with him. Well fucking done, girl. She rolled her eyes at herself, jogging up and down on the spot impatiently, near enough to the front of the club's queue now she needed to remember to look her hottest so they'd let her in faster. And result. She was in, no coat to put up, so she was away. Barstool, 'round of vodka shots, sorted. Toes tapping, faster than the beat of this shit tune. It was pretty early still, the club only now filling up. Shouldn't have an issue finding her. Not that it was a good idea but finish what they'd started now, like.* Buster: *The lads had been chilling at his since the afternoon doing fuck all of much but getting on his nerves, and when Barnaby suggested getting the drinks in and making something of the night he wasn't even the most relieved of the lot of them, like, so face saved there. Nice one, lad. It was the first decent favor any of them had done him in Christ knows how long, not that he was letting it show. Not a fucking amateur at that either, cheers. There was a girl he'd swiped that was why he was keen to be off. No other reason that they'd had to be privy to. James had been chatting about his cousin since he got with her and Buster wasn't trying to add to that conversation. They didn't know what they were fucking saying anyway. Silly pricks. Let them wonder and speculate over his antics tonight with the Tinder blonde, or any other, they loved it. He had his own mind full of bullshit that he personally didn't love. Worry was a new emotion regarding Rio, one that he didn't feel confident over dealing with, and a lack of confidence was even newer territory than giving a shit about Cavante's emotions. Or so he told himself before he racked up the lines to turn all that off for a while. Worked out proper well for him that had, here he was off and running to cheer her up or what the fuck ever. What was his fucking goal meant to be? Soft cunt. Gonna send her goodnight texts later or what, like? Stupid. Get real all he was gonna do was buy her some watered down drinks for as long as she let him. Big fucking deal and no great help. Still, as soon as he was in he took the stool next to her and did exactly that, ordering more of what she already had.* Rio: *And just like that, he was there by her side. As if this was all standard and they did it all the time. This week maybe but neither of them should get too fucking cosy with the idea, like. She took her share of the drinks without protest, even though she had nothing but empties to offer by the time he arrived. * Next round, like. *She shrugged, spinning the nearest shot glass aimlessly, avoiding eye contact She then spun herself to face the dance floor, like she was surveying the talent from her perch on high. This was fucking ridiculous. He'd be saying as much if she didn't act fast. Jumping up, the tunes still not there but she'd have to make do. As she weaved her way through the crowds, she took a second to break the rules and make eye contact, looking back at him and motioning with a question of 'are you coming?' hanging in the air.* Buster: *He wasn't listening to her 'cause that's how focused he had to be on not staring at her. She looked so fucking good. He'd said as much the other day, believing it when he did, but this was different. He felt it bones deep and more crucially, didn't know how not to show he was being affected. Fuck's sake. No more coke for him until he got his shit together like. Sort your head out, you twat. He shook it, playing as if he was shrugging off her offer to pay 'cause it was better she reckoned he was trying to buy her off again than- What? For the second time tonight he was already asking himself what the fuck he was trying to achieve. Shit. At least before he could chat any more nonsense to himself, or her, Rio was up and away. Not far enough given how easy dancing made it to be close, like, but a reprieve he could count in seconds. Breaths to take. Buster should've known in the next minute she'd steal it all off him with a look. Course. It was an old game. And he'd never once played by the rules, had he? It was too late to start now. He wasn't no choir boy and she was leaving in the morning she'd said. Fuck it. Not a fucking amateur, remember? He'd call her bluff and cheer her up before this shit tune was done. It was just dancing, who the hell was he if he couldn't handle that, yeah? Rio: *Again, screaming internally, asking what the fuck she thought she was doing and why the hell she was doint it; All the while making no effort to slow down, never mind stop. So glad he couldn't read her as well as he claimed, the fucking laugh he'd have about how much she was silently protesting (much too much for it to be anything but mortifying; and very bloody telling). Still, she knew the feeling of eyes lingering on her body well enough by now to know that's what was happening, what he was doing, despite himself. Despite herself, and what a good, sensible girl should do, she smirked, smug satisfaction at taking the lead in both senses. Fuck it, she could say it was the coke making her act up. If he was feeling brave enough in his own good behaviour to question it after. Not likely. So why not? She wanted this right now, so she was going for it. Whatever 'it' was. Stop thinking. Let your body takeover completely. With that in mind, or out of it, she began to move, getting closer to him than was necessary, routine full of 'almost' contact, designed to tease.* Buster: *The song was still shit but he wasn't listening to it either now. Couldn't hear anything but the sound of two heartbeats, his thumping enough to be shaming if he gave a fuck about anything other than getting closer than she already was to him, and hers once he was, echoing such a similar beat. There was smugness in having her rhythm there alongside the intrusion of his, literally hammering away at her pretense of utter control too. Loud and clear for him, drowning out everything that had been said before. Bullshit. Necessary but still ridiculous to look back on from where they were now. Nice try, Cavante, 'cause guess what, I know you are, babe. He wore a smirk to match hers, letting his 'routine' in turn spell out that the teasing shit had gone on long enough, while the hand which had settled on her waist as he moved pulled her body into his. He'd snorted his fair share of lines if he needed something to blame it on other than just being fucking over it and wanting to play a new game and it was unlikely she was gonna challenge him at this point. Hardly blameless herself, yeah? Whatever.* Rio: *She looks down at where his hand has ended up, eyes traveling back up to meet his, slowly, appreciating his body as she did so, letting him know she knew it was anything but a happy accident, but that she wasn't going to say anything either way. Hardly could now, could she? A silent deal being made on the floor tonight. 'This stays between us.' It didn't mean anything, like. Just sexual attraction, however fucked. She wouldn't hold it against his character if he didn't against hers. What happened in the club, like. Such a fucking cliche, Christ; but she felt like being one just this once if it felt this good. She had her back towards him now, winding up and down, hips clashing, making her ache. Before Rio could stop herself (a reoccurring theme of her time with him, it seemed), she had placed her hands over his, still on her waist, and was moving them down, to where she wanted them right now. Fuck. He was definitely going to pull away now, probably have some choice words for how sick and creepy and wrong she was and she didn't have a leg to stand on, no case to fight. Before he could, thinking fast (hopefully faster than he could), she pulls gently on his neck, so she can reach his ear to shout into it, shit tunes always being played too loud.* You promised me a line. Buster: *He shouldn't be this turned on by a few dance moves and unwavering eye contact but he is and there was no way she couldn't know, bodies pressed against each other as tightly as they were. Fucking hell. Yeah, he could lie to himself that it was the fault of the rich, white girls he usually approached not knowing how to dance without doing shit imitations of their current favorite pop icon or being too eager to check him out (sizing him up the same as he did them) to hold his gaze, but that's all it'd be, more bullshit when he'd already said no more. It was too fucking obvious what this was about and what he wanted. And every movement of hers was as telling. None more so than when she stopped herself, 'cause it was forced in a way that none of their other actions had been, thought out instead of fluid. Of course, immediately after came a brief moment when he reckoned she was gonna nibble on his earlobe or something. No going back then, like, but he should've realised the headfuck was gonna come from a more familiar (as far as Rio Cavante was concerned) direction. Christ. When was the last time another girl had left him wanting more, this much and this soon? Buster couldn't remember. Couldn't think. State of him. At least her pulling away to speak let him breathe. He smirked again, faking regaining more composure than he had around her as standard, never mind on a night like this. Nodding his head in the direction of the toilets briefly, he leaned in to reply. * Come on, let's get you sorted. Rio: *She took him by the hand, pulling him through the crowd with an impatience they could both pretend was about coke. Yeah, right. Neither of 'em was fooled or in the mood for fooling now. Her mind had been fully made up for her when his reaction of outrage, disgust, and horror hadn't come; but the opposite had, the hardness she felt tight against her mirroring the ache she felt, less obvious outwardly but, was it though? He knew. She knew he knew so time to do something about it, boy! Now or never, like. Door swinging behind 'em, pulling him into the first free cubicle, reaching behind his frame to lock up, purposely trailing her hand against his exposed forearm, outstretched fingers softly trailing along the veins there, taut between ample muscle and goosebumped skin. Fucking hell. It wasn't her fault he was so god damn attractive. Regret it in the morning. She'd be long gone by then. Breaking eye contact away from where it had fallen below the belt (oops), she grinned, green meeting blue, breathing as laboured as heart.* Go on then... Buster: *The last thing he should have done was followed her into a space where every time his body shifted (however fucking subtly. Or not) it brushed somehow against hers, bringing them back to teasing each other, 'cause unless he pushed her fully against the cubicle wall there was no way to create the blatant friction they both craved, and he wasn't about to do that. Not yet. If she wanted coke, she was gonna have it. Simple as. Just as well that act was though, distracted as he'd become, like. If Buster let himself look back on any of tonight (not wise but nevertheless still likely) he'd pat himself on the back for once again not being a fucking amateur, fine chopping the lines on his coffee table before he came out so all that was left was to unwrap that shit, lay hers out and roll up a note. He'd been on autopilot getting the drugs from his pocket, breathing ragged as hers, the feeling of her stare (and where it was purposefully aimed) leaving him incapable of coherent thought about anything else. Fuck. He wanted her so bad. His own eyes fixed on the locked door, checking and rechecking, focused solely on trying to do that until the memory of her touching his arm resurfaced and then all he could think of was the idea that formed. He smirked for...what a third time? ... Christ knows, before laying her coke out on another, higher patch of exposed skin, eyebrow raised, wordlessly asking Rio how badly she wanted her share now.* Rio: *And there it was. Another silent challenge, a dare. No need for fucking words creating any unwanted space between them, made her wonder why they'd ever bothered when this was so, SO much better. No comparison. Of course, the answer was they bothered so they didn't end up here but she wasn't listening to sense tonight, fuck off. Right now, she WANTED to be here, nowhere else she'd rather, frankly. Fret over it later, like. Or not. It felt TOO damn right to call it wrong. So she wouldn't. And he wouldn't. And no one else need ever know. She wants to hesitate, knows she should. Eyebrows raising to make some display of being all 'really?', like she's so scandalized or not into it, only doing it 'cos she couldn't refuse a dare, could she? But Rio Cavante didn't even flinch, crashing into him full force, pushing him against the door, arms wrapped around his neck to steady herself, steady them both. This close, the heat of him unbearably sexy, his body was so toned and fucking perfect, Christ! She felt dizzy with it, sweat was slicking the white powder to his naked skin, collar bone a natural shelf to hold it. The temptation to lick it off him like salt for a tequila shot was almost too much but she didn't want to be accused of wasting the coke, so she pressed her nose into him, snorting it with ease, shuddering more from the sensation of being this close than anything else, tipping her head back in pleasure, hoping he didn't hear the small moan than found its way out.* Fuck! *Snapping her head back, rubbing her nose with a sniff, damn. Okay. She obviously had to one-up him. What else was a girl to do, yeah? She moved away, to the bag still laid out on the top of the loo, grabbing it 'fore he had a chance to stop her or do anything else to drive her crazy. Shit, she had to take back some control, like! She smirked back at him, the solution to her problem of how to best Buster McKenna becoming obvious as she looked down. Racking it up on her ample cleavage, as if to say, triple dog dare you, McKenna* Buster: *There was half a second as his shoulder blades hit the door, rattling the hinges with the force of their bodies colliding again, closer than they'd been yet somehow but still, at the same time - impossibly- not enough, that he wanted to tell her 'fuck the coke' or something like it. Swore he could almost feel the words tumbling out, begging practically for her to just fucking kiss him instead. But he didn't. Or make a move to himself either. As soon as he heard her moan he knew why, even though they'd waited years and his entire body was insisting that he couldn't any more, refusing in the form of his own shudders as he stood there, knees weak from barely any contact. Fuck's sake. There was so much promise in that sound that Buster grinned, holding her gaze with baited breath until she gave his eyes no choice but to travel with her, settling exactly where she planned for them to. * Oh fuck. *If she said anything about him stealing the words out of her mouth later (not that they could chat about any of this casually) he'd deny it, not realising an echo had escaped from him as he launched himself towards her, lifting her slightly so she rose to meet his bowed head easily. Finally Rio's back landed hard (thankfully against wood same as his had rather than cold, dirty porcelain) with force enough that she'd feel it tomorrow. He wanted that more than anything, even as his line disappeared, snorted all too soon. Fuck her trying to pretend she didn't remember, if her mind pulled that shit her body would call her a liar. He'd made sure of that, like. There was always more he could do though, and he didn't hesitate to put his mouth on the skin she'd already offered him, kisses desperately hard and bruising as his hands trailed lightly down her body, skimming each curve more brazenly than he'd ever looked her up and down before. Christ that seemed like a lifetime ago, her beckoning him onto the dance floor. Not that it mattered. Too much had happened to go back now and there was well more than he needed to happen still.* Rio: *Her cries, a mixture of pleasure and pain as she was unceremoniously slammed into the wall, caught in her throat. Like she couldn't express how much she wanted this, NEEDED this. And she couldn't. No moaning or dirty talk was going to cut it but she could but try. Knowing he knew regardless, and that he felt it too, only amped it up further.* You want me so bad, huh?* Stating the obvious for her own satisfaction, no question mark needed. Muffled curses at him; warning him if he dared stop, to do more, worse, faster, harder, NOW; acting as their version of pillow talk. Pulling his hair, novelty of being above him in the literal. Rio found purchase, sitting atop the toilet, kicking the seat down so he could kneel as she spread her legs for him, pushing his head down, showing him where she needed him.* Please, Buster, please... *She didn't care that this was a club bathroom, that people could definitely hear them, that they'd be hearing a lot more soon if she had anything to do with it. That he was her fucking cousin. Fuck. She just did not care about anything but having him touch her, fuck her. But before he could, there was a monstrous bang on the door that rattled the hinges harder than they had only a few minutes previous.* Shit! Legs clamping shut, jumping down from the seat, pocketing the drugs in her bra without hesitation, she clambered over him, pushing him back, so he was sat down.* I got this, yeah? Worry about yourself. Catch you later... *Rio murmured, squeezing his hand in the hope he'd fucking listen to her, not trusting a coked out McKenna to deal with what was clearly a bouncer and not just a punter desperate for a piss, like. She squeezed out of the smallest possible gap in the door, shutting it behind her, so Buster wasn't spotted.* Buster: *Fuck me. *Holy shit, every word out of her mouth was fucking him up but it was the begging that REALLY sent him over and made him use a phrase that was ridiculously literal. He couldn't help it, knowing that she wanted him bad enough to say that shit out loud what he hadn't when the coke first came out, made more than his knees go weak. He was about to insist that she told him what she wanted again, just to hear it, biting his lip to prevent a moan from coming out before the sentence did when something makes everything stop. It turned his wants back to fantasy, yet again becoming a scenario that wouldn't happen. 'Cause he isn't stupid. As much as many other parts of him were desperate to ignore the pounding on the door, his head, coked out as it is, still knows that they can't. The hired muscle out there wouldn't let them. Shit. It was somehow the unrealest part of this, fucked up as that sounded even to no other ears but his own, that this was how the night was going to end, not how he'd finally let himself want it to. They'd both given in, fully, and there was no pretending at this point (whatever he might convince himself of later, dismissing the night as a weird headfuck etc etc) the drugs were why he wanted her so badly. And worse, all they were now were the reason why he couldn't have her. Fuck's sake. Buster hadn't felt a surge of anger overwhelm him this utterly -suddenly too- since his sister left. Wherever he looked was flooded red, and for Rio's frantic movement, the only thing he managed to do was bite his tongue and clench his fists. Until she'd gone and then he stood up, immediately pacing (an agitated cokehead cliche) the cubicle transformed into a cage he didn't dare leave in this state. Just as well 'cause the next second had him striking out, kicking out hard at the space where their bodies had been, with as much power as he felt had been robbed from him. The wood protested one last time, drowning every sound in his head out with the crash, thank fuck. The cubicle didn't fall to pieces, of fucking course, 'cause it was another thing he needed to happen and he sank back onto the toilet seat, taking shallow breaths.*

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