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Cruel Love Anthology	By : CarolineSpencer Category: 1 through F > Cruel Intentions Views: 8536 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cruel Love Anthology
Disclaimer: I don't own Cruel Intentions. If I had, Sebastian never would have handed his balls over to Annette. They would have stayed with Kathryn. Where they belong.
Authors Note: In this chapter I mention the deleted scene from the DVD where Sebastian/Kathryn fight and he slaps her. Haven't seen it? YouTube that shit, it's easily one of my favorite scenes from the film and NEVER should have been deleted in the first place. I could go on a rant right now about how the creators of the film BUTCHURED the character of Sebastian by trying to make him 'likeable' so teenage girls would swoon over his relationship with Annette, but I won't. Oh no, I'm not bitter at all…
Chapter Summary: He should have known it would end this way. There were no 'Happily Ever After's' for people like them. He'll die in her arms tonight, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Kathryn & Sebastian's last night on earth.

K is for Kismet

They said goodbye at the airport. Standing on the tarmac, the wind whipped furiously against them sending a chill through the warm summer air. Neither took any notice to the weather. This would be the last time they ever saw each other.
Tears ran endlessly down Annette's face as she clung to his shoulder and sobbed. Sebastian looked over her shoulder as the passengers trudged dutifully onto the plane. Like so many other things in the past 48 hours, security screenings and checkpoints had fallen by the wayside, and people were actually allowed to go from car to tarmac with no stop in between. They were running out of time.
Gently prying her away he cupped her cheek and gazed intently into her face, trying his damndest to keep his own turbulent emotions at bay. Sebastian swallowed the lump in his throat. "Annette, you have to get on the plane."
"Come with me," she begged her voice hoarse from crying.
They both knew that was impossible. The plane, one of the last leaving New York City, was already filled to capacity. As it was, Sebastian had to pool all his resources just to secure one seat on the flight. "I can't," he explained, his voice soothing and reasonable. "There's no room. You know that."
Annette seemed to struggle to breathe through her tears. "I-I can't leave you. We haven't had enough time!"
Wasn't that the truth, he mused miserably to himself. They had reunited barely three days ago and before that had only known each other for a month. It wasn't enough time. He still didn't know her favorite movie, who gave her that first kiss, what she had planned to do after high school. There wasn't enough time to discover the answers. Part of Sebastian wanted to weep for what he was missing.
Wiping at her face furiously she tried to compose herself. "What will you do? Go home and be with your family?"
Sebastian nearly laughed out loud at the notion. Even after reading his journal and getting the whole truth about his twisted upbringing she still didn't get it. Perhaps he should be thankful for that. If she examined him and his life too closely she wouldn't like what she saw.
Gently placing a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear soothingly he shook his head. "My father is in France. We said our goodbye's over the phone."
He spoke the truth for once. Shortly after getting the news that the world as they knew it would effectively be ending in a few days time, Sebastian had spoken briefly with his father over the phone. Edward had made a half-hearted push to get him on a plane to join him, but he had declined. He would rather spend his last moments on this earth with Annette and not a man who frankly he barely knew. They said a terse good-bye and that was it.
Annette bit her lip clearly distressed by this news. "What about your stepmother?" She waited a beat, clearly not wanting to ask the next question, but not able to stop herself. "What about Kathryn?"
Sebastian shrugged trying for nonchalant. "She was in Bali when the news broke. Guess she decided to stay. Kathryn flew out yesterday to join her."
She studied him a moment with open curiosity. "Did you at least say goodbye to her?"
"No need," he replied simply.
Annette looked like she wanted to say more, but curbed it. They were running out of time and she didn't want to waste their last precious seconds together discussing her. "So what will you do?"
Sebastian hesitated a moment, not sure if he should share his plan with her or not. Perhaps he should have just lied and said that he was going home to his family as well. But, he was striving to be honest with her, even in these last moments. "I plan on taking some Hemmingway, a bottle of vintage scotch and a Cuban, to my favorite spot in the park and enjoying my last minutes in peace. Thinking of you," he added with what he hoped was a charming smile.
She scowled. "That sounds…lonely, but very you." A smile started to curve around her lips and she shook it off. "Perhaps I should stay with you…"
"No Annette," he said shaking his head adamantly. "You need to go back home where you belong. With your family."
They had this discussion many times during the last few days. Upon hearing the news Annette had immediately said she needed to get home to Kansas, be with her mother and father. Sebastian had been hurt at first, disappointed even that she didn't want to spend her last moments with him, but he made sure not to show it. He knew it was selfish of him to ask her to stay. After all, they barely knew each other. He couldn't ask her to choose him over her family who she loved dearly.
There had been a lot of hemming and hawing on her end. She didn't want to leave him, but she knew she couldn't stay. Annette had tried to talk him into leaving with her, but Sebastian knew it wouldn't work.
A man, dressed in a blue uniform (he couldn't be sure if he was a flight attendant or just another passenger) was waving at them to board. Sebastian hugged her to him fiercely and said, "You have to go."
"It's too soon," she sobbed into his shoulder. "I can't…"
"I know," he replied his voice breaking, "But you have to. Your family is waiting for you."
Pulling away Annette sobbed, "I will love you always Sebastian. You changed my life forever."
"I'm not sure that's necessarily a good thing," he snickered ruefully. "Besides, you're the one who changed me. You turned my whole life upside down Annette. You brought me happiness and laughter. You made me want things I never thought I could want before."
"I love you," she whimpered before kissing him one last time.
The man on the plan was yelling at them now. Time was up.
"SHE'S COMING!" Sebastian yelled back over the roar of the plane engine. Cupping her face he kissed her forehead and told her, "I love you Annette, always. Now go."
Very reluctantly she slowly let go of his hand, one finger at a time and then briskly jogged over to the plane. She looked over her shoulder at him one last time before disappearing inside. Sebastian waved after her before turning away with a heavy heart.
He stood, hands in his pockets and watched as the plane took off. Standing there for a long time he slowly felt himself go numb. Good. That was what he wanted.
Getting back in his jag he made the near hour long drive back to Manhattan. The whole time his mind replayed every second he had spent with Annette, specifically the last three days. In some ways they been the best and most miserable in his whole life.
Sebastian thinks, rather morbidly, that this is all probably for the best. He cherishes Annette like a writer would a first edition Faulkner. She was sweet and strong and good. The best person he had ever met, if he was being honest. He had strongly hoped she could save him from himself, but somewhere inside he knew it was futile. He knows it's not in him to become the man she wants, the one she deserves. Had they survived the coming apocalypse he knew it would only be a matter of time before he drove her away intentionally or not.
Yes, he tells himself, this is all for the best.
New York was eerily quiet. Several streets were blocked off and the West Side highway was shut down altogether making the journey home all that much longer. Sebastian expected to see riots in the streets, looting, violence, something, but everything was still. Perhaps with the 'event', as the news media dubbed it, looming and only precious hours left on the time clock, most people likely chose to stay inside with their loved ones.
When he finally made it home he parked his car for what he realizes will likely be the last time before heading inside. Just like the streets below, everything inside the townhouse is eerily quiet. There are no servants or staff about and it occurs to him that of course, they all likely have family of their own they want to be with. Lucky them.
As he sweeps past the expansive parlor and down the hallway to his bedroom, he realizes that he hasn't actually been home in nearly five days. In fact, the last time he was there was after his blowout with Kathryn. He had left, shaking with rage and eager to try and make things right with Annette, not realizing that he would never see his cruel playmate ever again. The thought left him with a dull ache in his stomach.
Sebastian went to his bedroom and vaguely noticed the trashed desk and a broken vase he had hurled against the wall in anger. It all seemed like another lifetime ago. Shaking his head of the thoughts he went to his closet.
After choosing his favorite Gucci charcoal gray suit, sans tie, he showered, shaved and dressed. If he was going out, he was going out in style. Sebastian then grabbed his favorite first edition off the shelf, a Cuban cigar from his desk, and the bottle of vintage scotch he had swiped from his father's study, then headed out the door.
Sebastian turned to exit when he found himself inexplicably drawn to his stepsister's bedroom. He ran his fingertips over the carved wood of the door telling himself to just let it go and leave, but something held him back. With a heavy sigh he stepped inside.
As he entered the lavish ice blue bedroom, glittering with its silver accents and shiny expensive fabric, he was immediately transported back in time to the last time he had been in that room.
She had been vicious. Sebastian always thought he knew who his stepsister was, but he never imagined she was capable of turning her cruelty on him in such a way. He had been wrong. He felt his fists tighten as he recalled with startling accuracy the way Kathryn gleefully taunted him about how she had manipulated him into dumping Annette. He had never been so angry in his life and it caused him to lash out at her in a way he had never done before. He hit her.
Sebastian had never hit a woman before, never even been tempted, not even after dealing with Kathryn all these years. But she had finally succeeded in doing what he imagined she had strived for, she had broken him. She brought him to the edge and he finally snapped. Of course he had immediately regretted it, not because he didn't think it was deserved, but because he knew there would be repercussions. She hadn't disappointed him.
In the chaos that had been the last few days Sebastian had nearly forgotten the incident with Ronald. Kathryn had told her lover everything that had gone down between him and Cecile (or her edited version anyway) and told him about the slap. He showed up to defend her honor and Sebastian, sleep deprived from the night before had languidly fought with him. Annette had shown up and attempted to stop them, nearly getting herself run over in the process. In the end, Ronald had stormed off swearing revenge that would never come and Sebastian had taken Annette back to his suite at the Four Seasons for a reunion.
Now here he stood in his stepsister's bedroom trying to remember the last words they had said to one another. Something about a declaration of war. It all seemed rather silly now, but at the same time he still found himself overcome with anger at her. Kathryn had reduced him to her toy, bragging about how easy he was to manipulate, how she had never intended on going through with their bed. He hated her and yet…and yet the idea that he wouldn't be able to say goodbye to her left him with an odd gaping hole in his chest.
At the very least, he should have been allowed to fuck her once before he died.
Sebastian ran a finger down the framed picture of Kathryn that was sitting on her vanity table. "Bye, bye sis," he whispered before heading towards the door.
Then he heard it. There was a shuffled, the sound of footsteps. Sebastian turned and walked further into the room. On closer examination he realized it was coming from Kathryn's closet. Odd, he mused, perhaps one of the help was holing up in her closet? Stealing from them? Hiding?
Curious he grasped the brass handle of the door knob and turned. There was somebody inside, but it definitely wasn't the help. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded.
Sebastian blinked in surprise as he stood in the doorway drinking in the sight of his stepsister sitting on the closet floor. Kathryn sat poised and as regal as a queen, decked out in a silver satin robe with black trim and matching negligee, reclining against the back wall of her ridiculously large closet. To her left was a laptop showing a news report of the current chaos erupting all over the world. To her right, enough drugs to make Scarface blush.
The surprised look she wore when he entered quickly melted away and was replaced by her impenetrable ice queen mask. "What am I doing here? I live here brain trust," she explained in her typical arched tone.
Shaking away the surprise of seeing her again, he stepped further into the closet and stood over her. "I thought you were in Bali with your mother. Why aren't you sunning yourself on some beach?"
Kathryn's confidence waved as she flinched and looked towards her wall of Louboutin's, as if she found them more fascinating than she did him. "There was a change in plans," she replied airily.
"But my father said-
"Your father was wrong," she snapped her eyes meeting his. "Mother decided…she decided it was better if I stayed here."
"Here? By yourself?" He shook his head baffled by the nastiness of his stepmother even after all these years. "That's fucked-up."
"Well that's Tiffany Merteuil," she sighed. "It's fine. I'd rather spend my final hours by myself anyway than listening to her bemoan the tragic mistakes of her past or how I really should be more thankful to her for everything she's done for me. I'll pass. I decided to have my own goodbye party instead."
Unscrewing the bottom of her cross, she brought the coke spoon up to her nose and snorted a bump. As he watched her and studied the massive collection of drugs at her side, Sebastian shook his head. "Jesus Kathryn, where the fuck did you get all this? Did Blaine sell you his entire stash at whole sale?"
Wiping her nose she snapped, "What the hell do you care?"
"I don't," he lamented, "And just for the record, you're pathetic."
"Am I?" Tossing her cross carelessly aside Kathryn rose to her feet slowly and let her eyes rake over him. Snatching the bottle of liquor out of his hand she demanded, "Just what the hell are you doing here Sebastian? Why aren't you holed up at your fuck-pad with your frigid little girlfriend?"
He almost asked how she knew he was there to begin with, but stopped himself momentarily forgetting that Kathryn had spies everywhere and made it her business to know everything. Especially concerning her enemies, which he assumed now included him. Clearing his throat he explained, "Annette went home to Kansas."
Kathryn's lips curved into a mocking grin. "Went back home to the farm huh? Why didn't you go with her?"
"I could only get one ticket."
Her eyes narrowed at his answer and her head tilted in contemplation. "How tragic," she cooed with mock sympathy. "It's also a load of bullshit."
"Come again?"
"We both know if you really wanted on that plane you'd be there. Sebastian Valmont always gets what he wants. So, I'll ask again, what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
He had nearly forgotten who he was talking to. Kathryn knew him better than anyone, she could see through his bullshit from miles away. Always had. Rolling his eyes he huffed out a frustrated breath. "Alright fine, I could have gone with her, but I chose not to. I love Annette, but the idea of spending my last moments on earth, holed up in her house while her family sends me judgmental looks is not how I wanted to spend my last minutes on earth."
Kathryn leaned against the white oak island in the middle of her expansive closet that housed her accessories and her lingerie, with her arms crossed to her chest. "Out of curiosity, what are your plans?"
"I plan on going to my favorite spot in the park, with some Hemmingway, a Cuban and some vintage scotch." He grabbed the liquor back from her violently. "I'm going out on my terms."
"How poetic…and incredibly lame. Seriously Valmont, the park is completely closed off. How are you even going to get in there?"
This had occurred to him, but he wasn't worried. After all, what were they going to do, shoot him? Hell, bring it on at this point. "I'll find a way," he explained flippantly as he turned to leave. He didn't have much time left and he was going to be damned if he spent it with her listening to her never ending array of insults.
"Fine, enjoy the rest of your life," she called out to him, her voice having lost most of it's earlier bite. "I'll see you in hell Sebastian."
"Right," he called back. "Enjoy snorting yourself into oblivious sis." He stopped on the threshold suddenly. Something was holding him back. There was something he needed to get off his chest first. Swinging back around he found her gaze and said, "And for the record…you deserve to die alone."
"Excuse me?"
Sebastian stepped further into the closet, adrenaline now pumping through his system as he prepared to lay into her as he had been itching to do for days now. "After all the shit you pulled and the people you've hurt, you deserve to die with only your miserable self as company."
Kathryn snorted out a humorless laugh, her mask of impassivity refusing to drop. "Well don't hold back now brother dear. Tell me how you really feel."
He slammed the bottle of scotch down on the island and snarled, "With pleasure. I was your only real friend Kathryn, the only person who truly knew you and accepted you and lo-" he faltered just slightly before recovering, "liked you. And how did you repay my devotion? By shitting all over me. By fucking up my only happiness and laughing about it. I'm your fucking toy? Screw you!"
Reaching down she grabbed her glass of red wine that had been sitting nearby and took a sip. "Is that what this whole hissy fit is about?" she sighed as if she conversation was entirely too tedious for her to bother with. "Still soar I wouldn't fuck you?"
"Jesus, no!" he hollered growing more frustrated by the second. "This has to do with the fact that you're a soulless fucking bitch."
"I never claimed otherwise darling," she purred with a coy smile. "Especially to you."
Sebastian advanced on her and Kathryn's smug grin faltered as she took a step back. He snickered humorlessly, "Relax, I'm not going to waste my energy hitting you. I have no interest in physically harming you Kathryn. You can't say the same though, can you? Was that why you sent Ronald after me? Were you hoping he'd hurt me, bruise me, kill me?"
"Always so fucking dramatic," she huffed. "No, I just wanted a little payback. You did hit me after all. Did you really just think I would let that go?"
No, he hadn't, but he found himself saying rather lamely, "I did apologize which is more than you've ever done. I wonder what you little puppet would think if I told him I went after Cecile on your orders?"
Kathryn wasn't fazed in the slightest as she took another sip of wine. "Well, seeing as we're all going to be dead in an hour, go ahead." Slamming the glass down with a harsh thud she strode up to him, her impassivity now replaced by anger. "I'd like to take this opportunity brother dear to knock you off that pedestal you seem to have placed yourself on. May I remind you that while it's true I may be a soulless, unfeeling bitch, you're not much better. I didn't have to do much arm twisting in order for you to go after Cecile and I certainly was never behind all those other girls you've destroyed over the years. I also wasn't the one who targeted the headmaster's daughter for sport in the first place. That was all you Sebastian. Perhaps before you start throwing stones at my character you should take a long hard look in the fucking mirror."
Sebastian's own anger dissipated somewhat at her harsh words as he fumbled for a rebuttal. "The difference between us however, is that I tried to change. I tried to be a better person."
"Better person?" Kathryn sneered like it was a disgusting concept. "What a fucking joke. People don't change Sebastian. Do you honestly think if all this bullshit wasn't happening you and Annette would live happily ever after? Please, you'd be bored in a month then you'd manage to fuck it up somehow. I'm only sad I won't be around to see it happen."
"Maybe you're right, but I at least deserved the chance to find out," he argued.
She stepped closer to him, her intent green eyes locked on his. "Then I'll ask you again Sebastian, why aren't you with her?"
He was silent for a beat before revealing what he knew in his heart all along. "Perhaps I deserve to die alone too," he whispered softly.
"Well, I'm not stopping you," she replied flatly before turning away from him.
With her flippant, uncaring tone and bored gaze, something in him finally snapped. He grabbed her harshly by the arm and yanked her around. "Why?" he demanded, his voice sounding loud and angry even to his own ears. "Why are you like this Kathryn?"
"Let go of me!"
"Not until I get some answers," he snarled. "No more games."
"You want answers?" With surprising force she pulled her arm from his grip and stumbled back. "Fine, but you go first. There are a few things I'd like to know before we're both put out of our misery."
Sebastian flinched in genuine surprise. Didn't she know everything? Wasn't she always two steps ahead of him? Straightening himself out he asked evenly, "What do you want to know?"
Kathryn titled her head as she was prone to do when contemplating something. "I want to know why her?"
"I told you I lo-
"Yes, yes," she huffed, "I know you love her. I want to know why you chose her over me? If you were as devoted to me as you claim, I want to know why you chose that little…nothing over me."
Sebastian searched himself, trying to find the right words that would help him come out on top of the argument, but then he quickly remembered, they didn't have much time. They only had time for the truth. "She's easy," he explained with a shrug, "Being with her is simple. There's no mind games, no bullshit. I don't have to continually watch my back around her because I'm afraid she's going to put a knife in it. She makes me happy."
Kathryn shook her head. "You'd be bored in a week," she muttered her voice broken.
"You're just bitter because you've never had that before," he argued. "You don't know what it's like to love anyone."
"Sure I do," she sighed sadly as her eyes fell upon the wine glass in her hand. "Unfortunately however, he left me for a virginal hick from Kansas."
Sebastian felt his stomach drop and his knees get weak at the pronouncement. Fuck, he thought to himself, she is not doing this now. Not after everything, she wasn't going to turn things around like this now. "Don't say that," he told her
Kathryn turned her attention back to him, her eyes filled with something he couldn't read. "Why?" she challenged, "I thought you wanted answers? You want to know why I destroyed you so ruthlessly. Self preservation. I knew you were going to chose her over me. I had seen in coming for weeks. That morning you told me you couldn't bring yourself to bed her, I knew it was over. Even so I still offered myself to you and just like I knew you would, you turned me away. So, I decided to destroy your heart just like you did mine. Eye for an eye and all that." A tear ran down her face and she batted it away quickly as she added, "Behold my success."
"You called me your toy," he argued is voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.
"You are, but that doesn't mean I loved you any less." As Sebastian stood before her looking utterly devastated and a little broken, much as he had a few days ago, Kathryn sighed. "I think I'm done answering your questions for the foreseeable future. Close the door on your way out please."
Sebastian found his anger returning when he realized she was dismissing him. As she headed to the bathroom he jumped in front of her and spat, "You've got to be fucking kidding me. You can't just say something like that and then dismiss me!"
"Watch me," she replied evenly.
She attempted to walk around him, but he pulled her back to him, crushing her petite form to his. Kathryn struggled in his arms. "You are unfuckingbelievable you know that?"
"Let go of me!" she hissed as she dug her manicure into the Italian fabric of his suit. Sebastian pushed her back into the island. "What, are you going to hit me again?"
"I should," he growled in a dangerously low voice before grasping her by the waist and launching his mouth against hers. Kathryn groaned at the assault and tried to pry herself away. Sebastian would have none of it. He caged her against the center island as he cupped her face and devoured her lips.
She gave into him momentarily kissing him back before wrenching her head away. "You can't be serious," she gasped breathless.
Everything inside him was a tangled mess at the moment and he felt suddenly overcome with too many emotions to name. All thoughts of his girlfriend hundreds of miles away were gone from his head. At the moment all he could think about was his all-consuming desire for his stepsister.
Sebastian ran open mouthed kisses from her mouth down her jaw to her ear. He nipped at the lobe and grumbled, "Why not? Do you have something better to do with the last moments of your life?"
Kathryn moaned as his teeth scraped against a particularly sensitive area of her neck. "I guess you have a point," she agreed.
Grabbing his jaw she guided his mouth gruffly back to hers and kissed him hungrily. Sebastian moved his hands up her sides and grasped her hips. He easily lifted her, sitting her atop the island so his groin was now level with her sex. With a violent tug he removed her satin robe and bunched her matching slip around her waist, his teeth nibbling at her lip the entire time. Reaching underneath her ass he grasped the flimsy lace material of her panties and tugged them down her legs meeting no resistance.
Kathryn was too busy trying to catch her breath. Her normally practiced hands shook with anticipation and nerves as she unfastened his pants. She didn't bother to jerk them down any further than his thighs as she was far to concerned with getting his impressive cock out of its confines and inside her sex.
Sebastian pressed his forehead to hers as he watched her remove his dick from his boxers and guide him forward. His stepsister scooted even further to the edge of the island. With a practiced hand she jerked him slowly in her fist then rubbed the dripping tip of his erection against her swollen, damp, folds.
Squeezing her bare ass gruffly he tugged her forward anxiously and growled, "No more fucking teasing Kathryn. I've waited too long and we're running out of time. I want my cock in you." With those words he thrust her forward and impaled her on his thick shaft. Kathryn let out a surprised squeal that turned into a moan of pleasure. And he was only half-way inside her.
Still grasping her ass in his hands he hauled back and thrust balls deep inside her. She tossed back her head and groaned when he buried himself to the hilt inside her. "Fuck Valmont you feel good."
"So do you," he panted as he bit down on her shoulder and counted backwards in his head. She felt too good, too tight, too warm, and too wet. Her pussy was everything Sebastian had built up in his head over the years and more. She was squeezing him so tight he would come if he didn't get himself under control.
After a few deep breaths he pulled out again nearly to the tip then thrust back in. Sebastian began jack hammering inside her at a frantic rhythm that Kathryn seemed to eat up. She yanked his jacket down his arms and scratched at his shirt as delicious moans fell from her pink lips.
Sebastian bent forward and captured her mouth in his as he pounded into her. Their tongues crashed against one another sloppily while they groaned into one another's mouths.
Removing one hand from her backside he grasped the satin spaghetti strap of her nightgown and tugged it down exposing her right tit. He made a hungry sound of appreciation before squeezing it in his palm and drawling her pebbled nipple into his mouth.
As he sucked her Kathryn clutched him by the back of the head, holding him in place. "Bite it," she ordered and he soundlessly did just that. "Shit!"
Sebastian chuckled against her flesh and looked up at her hooded, lust filled gaze. "You have a dirty mouth sis," he groaned. His hips were now ramming between her legs so hard she would likely have bruises tomorrow. Not that they would live to find out.
"Fuck me," she panted throwing her hips back at him with just as much force. "Harder, more…please Sebastian."
Removing his hand from her breast he guided it between her legs where they were joined. Valmont found himself momentarily enraptured by the sight of his swollen dick pounded into her spread pussy. It was surreal. He looked up at her and muttered, "We look good together."
"And feel even better," she groaned wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him closer. She was so wet she was in danger of sliding off the smooth counter top.
When Sebastian used his thumb to massage her throbbing clit Kathryn thrust forward and bit his shoulder in order to stem her cries of pleasure as she came. Not that it mattered. Sebastian could feel her pussy tighten and tremble around him as she climaxed. The sensation sent him tumbling off that precipice right along with her. With a strangled cry he shot his seed inside her and held her quacking form to his tightly.
He couldn't be sure what happened next. In his orgasm haze he must have miscalculated the strength of his knees because he blindly took a step back and soon felt himself tumbling backwards. As he was still buried deep inside his stepsister and she was wrapped around him snugly, she too toppled forward and fell to the ground in a un-lady like heap.
"FUCK!" he groaned as his back smacked against the hard floor. Luckily Kathryn had recently installed a thick, white shag carpet so it didn't hurt as much as it could have.
Kathryn let out a shriek as she landed on top of him. As she sat up, he noticed a note of reluctant amusement curve her lips as she told him, "Luckily you weren't fully hard or thatreally could have hurt."
"Give me a minute and that'll change," he replied cockily.
She rolled her eyes and untangled herself from his lap. Flushed and still panting she reclined on the floor beside him. "Are you always this suave Valmont?"
"Shut up," he grumbled as he rolled over on top of her. "Jesus, even after a mind-blowing fuck, you're still impossible."
"Its part of my charm," she replied dryly as she shifted under him.
Sebastian grasped the ends of her silver nightgown and tugged it upwards. His gaze raked up and down her naked body, and Kathryn enjoyed the attention for a moment before pushing him on his back.
As she started unbuttoning his now wrinkled dress shirt she mused, "So any long held fantasies you always wanted to experience? We have a little time left."
He placed a hand under his head and got comfortable as she slowly undressed him. "Even if we had years, it wouldn't skim the surface of all the naughty things I want to do to you," he rasped as he ran a finger across her lips. Kathryn sucked it into her mouth and bit down. "Damn, I can't believe I finally get to fuck you and of course the world is ending."
"Nobody ever said life was fair," she muttered as she removed his pants fully. After tossing them aside she bent forward and kissed his chest. Looking up at him through her lashes she said, "So tell me about some of these fantasies."
Sebastian caressed her hair as he considered the long list of things he always wanted to do to her. "Hmm, well I always wanted to bend you over the hood of my car. Screw you silly with your little plaid skirt pushed up around your waist."
"In the garage?"
"No actually, in front of Manchester. Put you on display for everyone to see," he murmured his dick hardening as he pictured that particular fantasy.
Kathryn's eyes twinkled in delight as she placed teasing licks across his thighs. "Pervert"
"That's just the tip of the ice berg baby. I wanted to eat you out in the library against the stacks. Make you ride me on the headmaster's desk. Handcuff you to the arm chair in the parlor and jerk off on your face and tits. Make you suck me off under the dinning room table during dinner. Tie you spread eagle to the bed and fuck you for hours, not letting you cum until you beg for it. I wanted to fuck your ass in the shower before school."
Stilling her movement she looked up at him and said, "I don't like anal sex."
"You would with me," he replied arrogantly. "I'd make you cream over it."
"Too bad we'll never get a chance to find out," she said wistfully rubbing her cheek against his stomach.
Sebastian kept forgetting that they were running out of time. The information was like some dark shadow in the recesses of his mind he kept ignoring. Wanting to keep things light between them and not bring them into reality just yet he told her, "I suppose we don't have time for all that. You can suck me off however."
Kathryn rolled her eyes. "The world is coming to an end, but there's always time to get your dick sucked."
"That's right, now quit yapping and put it in your mouth."
Bending back down Kathryn grasped his cock in her hand, but didn't put it near her mouth. Instead she placed a series of teasing licks on the inside of his thighs and tongued his balls. Her eyes met his as she sucked one into her mouth and let the sharp edge of her teeth gently graze the sensitive skin. Sebastian hissed, "Jesus Kathryn, please, we don't have time for teasing. Please just put my dick in your mouth."
She pulled away still clutching his appendage. "It would serve you right if you died before you came."
"God dammit Kathryn stop being a little—fuck!" he hollered when her warm mouth engulfed his shaft. Sebastian's hands grasped at the rug underneath him as she began jerking and sucking his dick not at all gently.
Groaning she sucked him root to tip, her tongue zip zagging against the sensitive underside on every down stroke. Reaching out he threaded his fingers in her soft hair. "Shit, yeah, mmm, keep doing that," he pleaded.
In mere minutes he could feel that familiar tingling sensation in his balls. "Fuck Kathryn, suck it harder," he grunted, "Yeah sis, just like that. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"
He was genuinely surprised when she shook her head no at him. Releasing him suddenly she jerked him hard in her practiced fist and explained, "This was your fantasy wasn't it?"
Sebastian's brain wasn't really cooperating enough to understand what she was talking about until it was too late. He erupted, long white streams of sticky cum exploded from his dick hitting his stepsister's cheeks, lips, and chin. The final blast she aimed at her pert tits. As he let out a final satisfied groan she rubbed the dark red mushroom head of his penis against her nipple. "You didn't get to handcuff me but close enough," she explained as she wiped away his cum with a tissue.
Recalling his fantasy he sighed in satisfaction. "Thanks for that," he murmured his voice filled with affection.
"Imagine what I could do if I had some real time," she sighed.
Sebastian could see the sadness edging into her voice and seeping onto her face. The thought broke his heart. He wanted at least a few more minutes of lightness with her.
Sitting up quickly he rolled her to her back. "Alright, you're turn."
She actually started to protest. "Sebastian I don't think-
"Since when does Kathryn Merteuil turn down the opportunity to get off?" he teased as he worried her rose colored nipple with his teeth. Running a hand down her stomach he cupped her sex and teased her folds with his finger tips. He glanced down when he felt the excess moisture. "Shit, you look hot with my cum leaking out of you."
"Valmont," she groaned as she withered against his ministrations. "I want your mouth on me."
He offered her a dark, sexy smile before bending down and licking her cleft with light, fluttering licks. As he teased her Sebastian noticed out of the corner of his eyes the empty wine bottle lying on its side nearby. A devilish thought entered his mind.
Leaning over he scooped it up and held it up for her to see. Kathryn's face crinkled in confusion and annoyance that he had stopped pleasuring her. "What's that for?"
"Oh, just another fantasy I've always wanted to explore," he replied casually as he brought the long neck of the bottle down to her sex. Slowly he pried her open, and after making sure she was sufficiently wet he gently guided the glass bottle into her pussy.
Kathryn let out a gasp as the cool, glass object entered her. He wasn't sure if it was out of pleasure or shock. As Sebastian pushed it in further she panted, "This was your fantasy? You want to violate me with a wine bottle?"
"Actually, I wanted to use a dildo on you, but this will do in a pinch," he replied drowsily. "How does it feel?"
"Weird, but good. The rim at the top keeps rubbing against my insides. Shit, it feels nice," she groaned as she clutched her breast in her tiny palm.
As he watched the long neck of the bottle fuck her pussy his cock twitched back to life. Shit, there wasn't enough time. Offering her a smile he promised, "It's about to feel much better."
Leaning his head down, he took her swollen clit between his lips and sucked. She bucked immediately into his mouth, calling out his name between pleasure filled curses. He continued to move the bottle inside her as he nibbled on her clit for all he was worth. Kathryn came yelling his name and pinching her nipple harshly.
Sebastian leaned back and admired her as she came down for her orgasm. Less than an hour ago he wanted to strangle her and leave her to die miserably alone. Now, he couldn't bare the thought that he only had mere minutes left with her. He was suddenly overcome with the need to tell her how he felt about her when there was a beeping coming from the laptop. The both turned their attention in time to see a newscaster, broadcasting from some basement in the studio that France had been effectively wiped out. Kathryn let out a gasp. This time it held no pleasure.
He looked down at her to see the fear and anxiety he had been trying to avoid, written all over face. Her eyes remained glued to the screen as she took in the devastation. Sebastian refused to spend his last moments with her watching television and seeing her look horrified. Reaching out he shut the laptop closed with a decisive thud. "Sebastian…" her shaky voice trailed off.
Cupping her face with gentle hands he forced her attention on him. "Hey, look at me. It's going to be fine." When she shook her head he traced a finger over her swollen lips and calmly instructed, "Don't think about it."
Sebastian leaned down and captured her mouth with his. He could feel a tear run down her cheek as he kissed her. Gently he let his weight press against her as he stretched out against the length of her body. Breaking away he whispered, "One last time?"
Kathryn nodded wordlessly, parting her legs to accept him. Taking his cock in hand he slowly fed it into her pussy. She made a kneeing sound from the back of her throat as he entered her again. With his hands cupping her face he rocked inside her with slow deliberate thrusts.
For a split second he was reminded of Annette and he felt a momentary pang of guilt. Sebastian did love her, but it was different than his feelings for Kathryn. His love for Annette was simple, pure, uncomplicated. His feelings for Kathryn were complicated, twisted and intense, full of passion and heat. As he looked into her eyes he was suddenly filled with gratitude that he hadn't gotten on the plane to Kansas. There was no place he rather spend his last moments on earth than buried inside her, looking into her exquisite face. She was his unparalleled equal in all things. It seemed somehow fitting, and almost poetic that his final moments be with his Kathryn.
Clutching his hips she wrapped her legs around his waist as he leisurely fucked like they had all the time in the world. Judging by the sounds he could hear

coming from somewhere far away they most definitely did not.
Sebastian kissed her one last time then whispered, "I love you Kathryn."
She offered him the tiniest of smiles as tears trickled down her face. "I know," she murmured, "I love you too."
Pressing his forehead to hers he never stopped moving inside her, even when the building began to shake and the lights went out. Sebastian clutched her to him tightly and whispered in her ear over and over again how much he loved her. The last thing he heard was his name on her lips.
This is their endgame.
THE END

Author's Note: Hmm, how'd you like that? Little more intense than normal. The next chapter won't be a picnic either but not so dramatic. And oh yes, I purposely didn't state what the 'end of the world' catastrophe was. Asteroid? Aliens? Nuclear war? Global warming? That giant 'Cloverfield' monster thing? Who knows, use your imagination.
Okay so coming soon is L is for Love. It deals with grown-up Kathryn and Sebastian engaging in an affair and what happens when some unforeseen complications arise. Hopefully I'll get it updated as quickly as I did this one (snicker) but no promises as I fear it ill quite a bit longer than this. Until then, let be know what you thought with a review please…
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