Conflict, Blood Ties (Henry/Vicki)
Title: Conflict Author/Artist: shiegra Rating: R/NC17
Prompt: Blood Ties - Henry/Vicki - angry sex; jackhammer fucking; sex with no or little lube; bonus points for BDSM and/or anal - "Pain, without love/Pain, I can't get enough/Pain, I like it rough/'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all" Three Days Grace - Pain Word count:
She threw the first punch.
After that, it was a mess. He was too damn fast for a human, but even as his exquisite control kept her arm from popping out of the socket as he shoved her down on the desk, she hooked his legs and heaved, throwing him off balance. The blow snapped his head back and when he looked at her again, his eyes were black, and his fangs were out, gleaming and white, spurring a not-so-atavistic ripple of fear she ignored by pure force of will.
"Don't," she began in a growl through her teeth, and before she could finish her sentence he slammed her down again, grip nearly creaking bones. She got a leg between his, ready to slam up, and changed her mind at the last second, rocking against him as she began a kiss that was just as much of a combat as their physical blows.
He ripped her jeans, the force of the pull jarring her off the desk and probably bruising her spine. She spilled across the desk and he slid his hands up her ribs, grip a little too tight, and when he looked into her face there was nothing human in his eyes. Vicki kissed him again, cut her mouth on his teeth even as she sank hers into his lower lip.
He growled, a savage sound that rumbled through them both, and his hands flexed against her skin.
Then he pushed a hand up her thigh, sliding fingers against her, and Vicki gritted her teeth and arched, shuddering and only half-willing. "Still such a goddamn gentleman," she rasped, and his mouth curled, finely-sculpted lips not entirely friendly. His kiss forced her head back and he rocked against her, nearly mockingly, sucking on her sliced lip almost tenderly.
Vicki unbuckled his pants with deft ease, felt his hands pushing her already rent jeans down over her hips, hands smoothing over her skin with a deceptive care that didn't allow her to move an inch. When he thrust into her her head went back, knocking against wood, and she arched off the desk. She was gasping for breath and it took a moment for enough coherence to return to recognize that his eyes must be lingering on her throat--a dangerous pose for her to be making when he was this furious--and this goaded.
Instead she rocked her hips up into his, shoving against him and tightening, and his lips peeled back off of his teeth. He snarled her name and she managed a thin, gasping laugh and writhed against him.
His hand pinned her hips to the desk and he leaned over her, lips touching her cheek, and set the pace, holding her excruciatingly still.