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Title: Dirty

Author: Kora

E-mail: KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com

Rating: R/NC-17ish

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to MarComiComics and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.

Summary: Bullseye takes from Elektra yet again...

Author's Notes: Um...smut bunny. Too hard to fight. Too hard to control. Sure Jess'll love it.

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He lashed out.
She lashed back.
He threw a hit.
She blocked it.
His breath was even, smooth with but the barest brush of a pant beneath.
Hers matched his, moved in time with it.
A cry escaped her as she spun; steel tipped toe aimed for his midsection. He dodged the roundhouse, countered with his own move. But just as easily as he'd dismissed her attack, she dismissed his own.
He noticed a rusty water pipe above their heads. He deflected another blow from her and leapt, his luck in place yet again as he clutched on to the pipe and used leverage to flip over it, landing swift and soft as cat behind her, legs crouched.
Fast as she was, she wasn't fast enough to turn in time and avoid his pouncing on her, shoving her far back against one of the abandoned warehouse's filthy walls. Her back struck hard and she bowed forward, he clipped her chin with a smart punch, the jarring hit causing her hands to lose their grip on her Sais - the weapons flying away from her.
Another punch connected to her face, then her stomach, then an uppercut. While she was disoriented from his hits, he caught both her wrists, drawing them above her head, body pressed tightly against hers to prevent escape.
Once he had her pinned he felt a chuckle form in the center of his throat. Jesus, but she was a curvy thing, wriggling against him. A lecherous grin formed, "Come on now, baby, why don't you give up? Hmm? Otherwise we'll be at this all night. 'Sides, in case you didn't know, you're not going to win."
If anything his words coaxed her to her senses, fueling her to struggle valiantly, "You're going to die. Tonight. Count on it!"
The chuckle that had been forming filtered out, as he asked dryly, "Now whatever would make you say a thing like that?"
"You stole my life, you took away everything important to me!"
"Oh baby, I'm going to take a lot more than that." Bullseye's brown, practically black, eyes widened madly, scanning up and down her body. He'd fought her on numerous occasions and each time they had crossed paths he had always secretly noted she wasn't a bad look piece.
Offing her the first time had been a shame, a waste, but it had been business. Fuck business, it'd been fun. And killing her a second time would be twice the fun - especially considering it wouldn't even be for business but his own personal satisfaction. After all, he preferred his record to state that when he killed someone they stayed dead.
But considering she had gone through all the trouble of resurrecting herself - he figured that before killing her he'd have to make sure this time around he at least had some fun with her. That this time, the hot little body she carried wasn't wasted.
Seeing his eyes scan her, watching them become glazed Elektra tried to push him away, but her efforts only prompted him to crush his hard body even closer to hers. She gasped, her struggling growing more fervent. She tried to pry her wrists free but still he held, grip tightening, squeezing as he drew his face near.
Those mad eyes were intent now on her mouth and before she could find some defense against him his mouth covered hers. Settling upon it in a hungry, devouring kiss. A shriek of outrage escaped her throat but her lips did not part - she would not dare allow him access inside.
Her body bucked, successful shoving him a few inches away. He released one wrist quick enough to slam a fist along her face. In her disorientation her mouth dropped open and he moved swiftly, hand cupping her jaw to turn her to him, mouth covering hers again, tongue trying once more to enter. But again she clamped her lips shut, denying him.
He drew back, empty hand finding her wrist and clamping on it again, once more pulling it above her head to join its still trapped twin.
Frustration was obvious as a crease formed in the center of the bullseye mark on his forehead. But then it gave way as he relaxed. Elektra could tell he had just thought of something and knew it was nothing good as he eased forward, his movements far too smooth.
His tongue began gently licking away at the seam of lips, his voice coming across in a deceptive whisper, "Why don't you let me in, luv. I promise I'll make it good for you."
She did not respond and he chuckled again, the sound dark and sardonic, "Scared of what I have to offer? Might find me better'n ol' Hornhead."

Matt. Tears welled in Elektra's eyes and she quickly blinked them away, refusing to show any weakness before her murderer. Bullseye had killed her once - impaled her on her own weapon. He had killed her father too. She had returned just to make him suffer and she was failing.
For his part, Bullseye seemed intent on the task at hand, his attention uncharacteristically focused on her mouth and trying to ply it apart with his own, murmurs still curling out of him in an Irish lilted purr, "You and me are a lotta like, baby. Both of us are magic now...what with you coming back from the dead. An' just ta come after little ol' me, must admit I find it flatterin'...well ye have me now, don't you? Hmm? Aren't ye the least bit interested..."
Elektra wanted to say she found his tongue on her repulsive. She wanted to say his grip on her hands was killing her, that the feel of his body against her own revolted her.
But she couldn't.
And for that she was the one suffering.
Each little flick of his tongue excited a part deep inside her. An evil part that craved more. And it was growing. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. It was curling and growing like ivy, wrapping around her limbs, pooling between her legs. She struggled again but even she had to admit that the movements were less demanding than they had been before.
And by the light in his eyes, she knew he knew it too. Knew she wasn't really trying anymore. But her mouth had yet to fall open.
"You've gotten better in yer fightin', I'll give you that. You�ve actually been sometin' of a challenge this time...but why don't you just let go..P>
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No, never. Her thoughts hissed. It�s a trick! He's trying to get to you! Corrupt you! He's trying to take from you even more than he all ready has! Don't give in to this! Fight it!

"You know you're curious, baby. You want to see what I have to offer. 'Sides, in case you didn't know, I'm going to take it anyway...more than one way to play..."
She knew what he really meant by that. What he should have said was there was more than one way to beat someone. He didn't have to physically best her in combat. He didn't even have to kill her. What he was suggesting now...what he could do now...was a lot, lot worse than anything else...
Especially since she was not fighting back. Since she was giving in, giving up...
She couldn't do this. Couldn't allow it. Couldn't submit...
His facial hair rasped along her flesh, inciting and again his tongue played along her mouth, so tempting and his body was moving now. Rubbing and caressing. God, how could he do this? Touch her without...touching her?! He wasn't even using his hands...merely his broad chest along hers.
She was all ready breathless from their earlier fighting. Her body hot and full of tension that begged for some sort of release. All ready she felt like moaning, the heat inside her growing to an intensity she had not felt since returning from the dead.
"That's it, sweetheart...just let go..."
The moan creaked out; her mouth only opened a fraction but it was more than enough, his tongue driving in. Now would have been a perfect time to fight back. She could bite his tongue; her teeth could tear away at his lips. But she was too stunned by her actual submission to do anything.
His whole being seemed to glow with triumph as his body flattened her entirely against the wall. She could feel his desire for her now - so strong and hard against her bare stomach as he continued to devour her mouth, his tongue plunging in deep, reaping all it could of its honeyed interior.
His hands lowered her wrists slowly down the sides of the wall until eventually he felt he could release them, his fingers tangled in the depths of her brown curls, easing her head back a fraction so the kiss could become even more complete.
It was...much to her dismay, amazing. She had never been so thoroughly explored. But how could she enjoy this? She was in the hands of a killer - her own killer. He had taken her life and now he was taking...her.
With this in mind, she tried once more to defy him - her mouth answering his but only to punish. She tried to twist the kiss into something completely carnal, tried to bite at him but he merely deflect it as easily as he had her earlier attacks, countering with his own. He began sipping, tasting, sucking her lower lip between his teeth until she could do nothing but make small mewling noises of surrender.
Feeling her slipping, he drove in for the kill, the sound of a steel card unsheathed from the end of his leather trench coat sleeve. Her eyes widened. He was going to kill her again! She tried to draw away from him. Her now free hands clutched to his shoulders - trying to push him away, trying to peel his mouth off of hers but his grip in her hair merely tightened, twisting as the card flashed out and tore at her leather tank.
A loud, sharp gasp escaped her as the top fell apart, exposing her breasts to the cold night air. A wave of shock and shame cascaded through her but before she could think to shield herself his greedy hands tossed the card aside and swooped in, his callused fingers fondling, touching, fingers rolling and teasing the tips.
"Bullseye!" His name escaped her in a painfully audible sob.
He didn't respond, still busy with the task at hand, his mouth now latching on to her neck, tonguing the leather of her choker. One hand left her breast, finding the clasp of the choker and releasing it, letting it drop to the ground to join her top. Then both hands covered her aching breasts again; continuing to squeeze them as his mouth roamed her neck, tongue slick along the column of her jugular.
Her head fell back, eyes closing. She couldn't fight the pleasure that radiated from his touch. Her fingers that had earlier clutched at his shoulders now played along his bald scalp then down to pass over his own necklace, then curling under the leather collar of his trench coat, fingernails marking his naked throat, tugging at his plain black cotton shirt.
Then his hands left her breasts and she heard her belt unbuckle, heard the zipper go down and her head lolled from side to side as if she was trying to deny what was happening, but as each second passed the passion inside her grew more and more insatiable. She wanted...god, how she wanted...
And then those tricky fingers were there. The same fingers that had killed her were slipping along wet heat, teasing, finding the very center of her and she heard her own cries even louder than before as they echoed off abandoned walls.
"That's it, baby..." he murmured against her neck, "Let go."
She could feel it coiling inside her with each touch, fingers like fire to dry timbre. Her hips rolled with his touch, trying to draw him in deeper. The core inside her throbbed, eager to be fulfilled. His touch wasn't enough, she needed...
Her eyes landed on his, unfocused but she could see his face. She wasn't sure if she was imaging it, but she swore she saw a look there. One that said he was just as lost as she was. As if this had gone farther than even he had intended.
"Baby..." the word came out choked and his face burrowed in the crook of her neck and shoulder, nuzzling there and she had the strangest inkling he was hiding his face, those bottomless eyes, on purpose. And then she swore she heard him whimper against her skin, "God, you're eyes are like green fire, baby...you're burnin' me alive."
She must have imagined that. He would never...
And then all thoughts flew from her as she felt the growing pressure inside her explode. Sparks flew in front of her eyes and with a cry that boarded more on a scream she came, body trembling.
And he did not stop, even as she fell over. He kept touching, rubbing, drawing out the sensations as long as he could. Eventually she came down, falling apart in his arms like cigarette ash.
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, "Shh, see there, baby? See how good that was?"
She only answered with a shudder - whether from leftover release or from shame, he did not know. He withdrew his hand and laughed, "Was it as good for you, as it was for me?"
Still nothing.
Another laugh, "Now I can see why they named you 'Elektra'."
He released her and for the briefest of seconds, it seemed the release was almost reluctant. But then that hollow laugh echoed from him and he was away from her - allowing the cold air to brush all over her. A painful reminder of the loss of his heat, his body.
He turned on his heels and began to walk away. She could see him go and her heart felt heavy. He had wounded her now even more than he ever had when he'd taken her life. He hadn't even bothered to...
She thought of the hard length of him against her stomach. He'd pleased her but not himself. He'd done it as another form of torture. A sick, twisted mind game.
She found her top and drew it on, trying her best to find a way to close the destroyed top and hide her breasts�god, she could still feel his hands on them. She couldn't believe she had allowed him to do that to her. The throbbing wetness between her legs another painful reminder of what he had just done. She felt disgusted with herself. Dirty.
But then she recalled his actions towards the end, those words circling in her mind again.

God, you're eyes are like green fire, baby...you're burnin' me alive.

She shook her head, she couldn't have just imagined that. A wicked smile began to slowly form, wiping away some of the dirtiness that had been creeping along her flesh and through her body. He had been as affected as she, he was just better at hiding it. The smile grew, a naughty twinkle in her eye. Two could play this game.
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