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An Eye for an Eye	By : DusktaDawn Category: M through R > Newsies Views: 1217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-An Eye for an Eye
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The silence of the room was unnerving.

Pie Eater looked up from his cards as giggles erupted from the corner of the room. His eyes narrowed at the site of Kate and Laura huddled together on a bunk. He knew what they were talking about. Hell, he couldn't blame them, he was still thinking about it.

It was partially his fault, he had been stupid enough to think Kate would give herself to him. She didn't seem that interested in a serious relationship, or sex for that matter. But, than again, he barely knew the girl. He only sold with her once, and that experience had not ended well.

"You gonna sit there daydreaming all day, or are you gonna play, Pie?" Race snapped, blowing the smoke from his cigar in Pie Eater's direction.

With a cough, Pie Eater threw his cards down on the table. He was in no mood to play this silly game. He had never been any good at it anyway. "I fold."

Dutchy set down his own cards and peeked at Pie's, giving his a questioning look. "Why did you fold, this is a full house. You could have won the game."

"He could have," Jack said from the other side of the table. With a smirk, he placed his cards down to reveal a Royal flush.

Pie Eater shrugged pushing his cards and money to the middle of the table for Jack to collect. Everything seemed to turn out this way, he always seemed to lose. Nothing was in his favor, but he could change that. He could use Kate to change that. It wouldn't be that simple, or maybe it would. He had never thought of Kate as someone who wanted sex, but from what he saw that night, he didn't know anymore. Perhaps, he could turn the tables on her, use his sexuality against her. It was a far fetched idea, but it could work.

Dutchy glanced over at Pie Eater as he sighed heavily. He seemed lost in his own world, caught up in his own thoughts. He was always one to daydream, but he seemed troubled. As he touched Pie Eater's arm lightly, he jumped, startled. It was than Dutchy knew something was bothering him.

"You okay? You seem...distracted." Dutchy leaned closer to make sure the others wouldn't hear.

"Fine. Just thinking."

When Pie didn't say more, Dutchy threw his cards down and sighed. "There's more to it than that, and you know it. You ain't ever this down."

"It's not something I wanna talk about." Pie Eater didn't understand why Dutchy chose to become interested in his life now.

"Girl problems?" Dutchy smirked as Pie Eater turned towards him immediately. "I saw you and Kate go into the sickroom that night."

Pie Eater sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. How had Dutchy seen anything that night? He was drunk with the rest of the guys, or so he had thought.

"You didn't hear anything, did you?"

Dutchy perked up at this. "No...Why, what went on in there?"

Pie Eater couldn't believe he was talking to anyone about this. Anything said within the walls of the lodging house spread like wild fire.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Pie Eater grumbled.

He had vivid memories of that night. Before and after. He spent half the night in the exact spot Kate left him, trying to relieve himself. It wasn't enough, though. He needed more, he needed her. He shifted in his chair, his eyes moving to glance across the room at Kate. She wasn't the most attractive girl, but just thinking of that night, the way she moved her body, the way her lips wrapped around his throbbing erection. He got hard just thinking about it.

Dutchy followed Pie Eater's gaze and chuckled. Everything from the look in his eyes to his body language gave him away. "She left you in there, didn't she?"

Pie Eater simply nodded. There was no point in denying it, and making a huge scene in front of the others in the room. He tore his gaze away from Kate and dragged Dutchy from the table to the opposite side of the room.

"I was thinking..." Pie Eater cleared his throat, nervous about revealing the plan that had been forming in his head for over a week to someone. "I was thinking about getting her back somehow."

"Like revenge?" Dutchy asked, biting his lip to keep from laughing. Pie Eater seemed completely serious about this. "What are you gonna do? Get her alone and rape her?"

Pie Eater rolled his eyes, hearing the laughter in Dutchy's voice. "Of course not. I was just gonna do the exact thing she did to me."

It was a poor excuse for a plan of revenge, but it was something.

"What did she do to you exactly?" Dutchy leaned forward. He had an idea of what went on in that room, but wanted to hear it in Pie Eater's own words.

"Nothing. That's the problem. She didn't finish what she was doing." Pie Eater raised an eyebrow at Dutchy as he leaned further forward. "What?"

"Aren't you gonna give me any details?"

Pie Eater couldn't help but sigh. Here he was, talking about possible revenge and Dutchy wanted details of the worst possible night of his life.

"I ain't telling you nothing, Dutchy. If you want details go ask Kate."

He couldn't help but laugh as Dutchy shrugged and stood, most likely to do exactly that. Pie Eater grabbed his shirt before he could get out of his reach.

"I was kidding, but you can go over there and ask Kate to meet me in the washroom later."

A smirk tugged at Dutchy's lips. "Only if you give me all the details."

Pie Eater sighed, and nodded in agreement. He was in no mood to argue with Dutchy. "Okay, I'll tell you everything that happens later. Just please, go over there and tell her."

"I'm going. I'm going." Dutchy chuckled and turned, only to turn back around. "Why do you want to meet her in the washroom later?"

Pie Eater could only smirk. He had the incredible urge to blush at the thought of even doing what he was planning, but held back and waved Dutchy on his way. Hopefully, he wouldn't lose his nerve.

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Kate cursed under her breath, groping for the sink she just bumped into in the pitch black washroom. After a few moments of shifting, she managed to comfortably slide her body onto one of the sinks. Why she hadn't thought to bring a candle, she didn't know. The moon was usually a reliable source of light, but it was a cloudy night, and the moon was no where to been seen.

A match dimly illuminated the room as Kate lit a cigarette butt. Squinting, she watched the thin spiral of smoke rise into the air. Dutchy didn't give her any details to Pie Eater's request, he simply said that Pie Eater wanted to meet her in the washroom tonight. He didn't say why, or what time, but Kate knew it had something to do with what happened between them at the last poker game. There was no other reason why he would bother with her.

"You came."

Kate jumped. The sound of the voice was like a bomb going off in the silent room. She relaxed, knowing it was Pie Eater, and leaned forward, trying to make out his form in the dark. Unlike her, he remembered a candle, and struck a match lighting the room. Kate's eyes had adapted to the darkness, and she squinted against the light, blinking a few times until she could clearly see Pie Eater.

She was surprised to find him only in his longjohns, and even more surprised to find that he wore no shirt. Her eyes scanned over his body admirably, clearing her throat when she realized that she was staring.

"What did ya expect? For me to stand ya up?"

Pie Eater shrugged and moved closer to her. "I really don't know what to expect with you."

He moved even closer, making the distant between them nonexistent. There was quite a height difference between the two of them, and he hovered over her. The itches added as she sat on the sink made no difference.

"Am I that unpredictable?"

A smirk tugged at Kate's lips, her eyes shifting to her leg, where Pie Eater's hand now rest.

Pie Eater allowed his hand to slide farther up her leg, to her thigh. "With that little stunt you pulled the other night, I'd say yea, yea you are."

"You know you enjoyed it." Kate's eyes glanced at the hand resting on her thigh. She knew what he was trying to do, and knew she should stop it before it got out of hand, but her curiosity got the best of her. She needed to see where he would take this.

"I would have enjoyed it even more if you actually finished what you were doing."

"I think you finished it for me after I left."

"You would like to think that, wouldn't you?" Of course he had relieved himself after she left, but he wasn't going to admit it to her.

"No, I like to think of that night and that look of desperation on your face. You wanted me so bad."

Pie Eater withdrew his hand with a scoff, forgetting about his plan for a moment. "I didn't want you."

"So what was with the begging? The 'oh shit, Kate. Please." Kate raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear what he would come up with. She scooter closer to the end of the sink, lifting her knee into his crotch.

The moment he felt the contact of her knee, his lip curved into a smirk, similar to her own. His body instinctively moved closer to hers, pressing himself into her leg. "We can finish this right here, right now."

"Is that why you asked me out here in the middle of the night when I could be sleeping?"

With a nod, Pie Eater removed Kate's leg from between his legs. An arm slipped around her waist, closing the distance between them. Kate wasn't surprised by his bold actions. She knew what he was doing. She knew he was manipulating her the way she had done to him.

"Why don't you finish it for me." Kate's legs locked themselves around Pie Eater's waist, pressing his obvious erection against her. She wasn't about to let him take advantage of her that easily. He was playing her game now.

Pie Eater knew Kate wasn't one to be shy, but he never expected her to open herself up like she just had. He wasn't going to deny that he wanted her. He wanted to throw her on the floor and take her right there, but that would defeat the whole purpose of this meeting.

The sound of footsteps coming into the washroom caused him from responding. Untangling himself from Kate, he stepped back, startled by the intrusion.

"What are you doing up, Mush?" Pie Eater asked, the surprised evident in his voice. He had expected Dutchy to interrupt them, or at least try to see what was going on.

Mush jumped, Pie Eater's voice loud in the silent room. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk taking in the scene before him. "I think I should be the one asking you that."

Kate looked between the two. The looks exchanged were laughable, and she couldn't help herself. "I think I'm gonna head off to bed now. I'll see you guys in the morning."

By the body language and look passed between the two, Mush knew something had, or was about to happen. There was no doubt in his mind. His eyes followed Kate until she disappeared into the bunkroom, and with a grin he gave Pie Eater a slap on the back, causing him to lurch forward.

"What?" Pie Eater looked at Mush questionably. He didn't see what the big deal was. Yes, he was in the washroom, alone, in the middle of the night, with Kate, but they hadn't done anything. Not yet anyway.

"You guys...you were about too..." If possible, Mush's grin widened.

Pie Eater sighed loudly. He wasn't about to admit what was about to happen. Not to Mush anyway.

"I'll see you later, Mush." He walked back into the washroom shaking his head, hearing Mush giggle behind him. Only he could find the humor in this situation.

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The light of the moon made it easy to find his bunk and Pie Eater quickly pulled himself into bed, laying down. He shifted, unable to get comfortable. The stirring in his groin was hard to ignore. If he shifted in his bunk he could catch a glimpse of Kate in her bunk, but that didn't help. He needed to feel her, touch her...He groaned out in frustration. His cock twitched at the vivid images of what could have been in the washroom.

The thoughts were too much and unconsciously his hand slipped down his body, the light touch causing him to jump. The bed squeaked underneath him, and his eyes shot open, searching for any sign he had disturbed the others. The room was as silent as ever, the rhythmic snoring of his friends only urging him on.

His eyes fell heavily closed; his hand slipping past the waistband of his longjohns. A grunt came from his throat, the soft touches from his fingertips sending a pleasurable tingle down his spine. Wrapping his fingers tightly around his cock, his hand pumped slowly over the growing length.

The slow pace didn't last long. His hand moved in a blur, images of Kate kneeling between his legs, with her mouth around him, sucking at his cock clouding his mind. The sound of skin slapping against skin rung in his ears, his hand tugging at his erection. He bit his lip so hard, he was afraid he would draw blood. With a muffled grunt, his hips jumped off the bed his body coming to a climax.

His hand slipped out of his longjohns and fell limply at his side. Yes, he was pleased, but it wasn't enough. He needed to feel Kate against him.

The silence of the room only seemed to make his labored breathing seem louder, and at the moment he wished the guy's snoring was louder.

A sound from the corner of the room caught his ear, and he turned his head. In the darkness he could make out Kate sitting on her bunk. If he wasn't mistaken he could see a smirk playing on her lips. Had she watched him this whole time? Her voice answered his question.

"You put on quite a show." Kate whispered loud enough for him to hear, laughing when Snipeshooter grunted and rolled over in his sleep.

"What are you doing watching me?"

A shhh floated through the room at Pie Eater's harsh voice, and he flinched not wanting to wake anyone up. Jumping to the floor, he made his way over to where Kate sat as quietly as he could, grasping her wrists and dragging her into the sickroom.

He surprised himself at how forceful he shut the door. The sound would most likely wake up some of the guys.

"What are you doing watching me?" He repeated. He wanted to smack her; her lips curling into a smirk at his words.

"Getting off, just like you."

Pie Eater's mouth fell open, Kate never ceased to shock him. Clearing his throat he managed to compose himself. "Kate, th-that's not funny. I'm being serious."

"And who says I'm not?" Kate looked him over, taking notice to his irregular breathing. She knew how to push every one of his buttons, and not in a good way. His hand twitched at his side. He couldn't remember someone breaking him like this.

"Don't fuck around with me, Kate."

She was surprised by the harshness of his voice, but continued to smirk. Leaning against the wall, her eyes locked with his. "What's the matter, Pie? Does it turn you on thinking of me laying in my bunk, touching myself, getting off without you?"

Those words sent Pie Eater over the edge. He was done being nice.

Kate opened her mouth to gasp, feeling Pie Eater grip her wrist tightly, and push her back into the wall. The breath was knocked out of her, making if difficult to struggled against him.

His original plan faded as another formed in his head.

With a grunt, Pie Eater grounded his hips into hers, wanting some relief for his erection. Another gasp came from Kate's lips, causing him to grin.

"You wanna play games, we'll play games." He mumbled, pressing his lips hard against hers.

Everything was so rough, so dirty, Kate couldn't help tilt her head to deepen the kiss. Twisting her fingers through his hair, she pulled and tugged, feeling the cool air hit the exposed skin as Pie Eater ripped at her clothes. Button's flew everywhere, and Kate's shirt was thrown to the floor.

Her head fell heavily against the wall at the feeling of Pie Eater's lips closing around her nipple, sucking harshly at the tender skin. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, Kate had to bit her lip to keep from screaming out. Her head pounded loudly against the door, positive she had woken someone up by now.

Pie Eater straightened, ignoring the whimper of disappointment from Kate, and pressed himself back against her. He groaned quietly at the feel of her bare chest against his own. He paused for a moment to take in a few deep breaths. The feeling was almost too much.

"What's the matter, can't handle me?" The smile Kate gave only fueled him more. He had a moment of doubt, but that was pushed to the back of his mind.

"No, I was just thinking about what position I want to fuck you in." Pie Eater nipped at her ear, moving down to her neck to leave his mark. Running his tongue over her neck, his fingers pulled at her pant, ripping the button from the front.

Kate gasped, pressing herself into the wall in some hope she could create some distance between them. She couldn't see anything except Pie's face and it was driving her nuts. He was a madman, using her body roughly and it was turning her on. She kicked off her pants as they fell around her ankles and reached out to slip off his longjohns.

He wouldn't allow it. Her fingers rest on his hips but were quickly gripped again and slammed back against the wall. Kate's first instinct was to struggle, and she did, but settled down hearing Pie Eater's soft whispers in her ear.

Continuing his assault on her neck, Pie Eater slipped his hand under her hoisting her up, wrapping her legs around him. The action was so quick, Kate's head slammed against the wall, her hands gripping tightly at his shoulders. She tried to catch her breath, but in that position, it wasn't possible.

Pie Eater only grinned, pressing his pelvis harder against her. "Is this what you want? My cock in your pussy?"

Kate's head moved up and down, nodding dumbly. She didn't even want to try and talk, knowing she wouldn't be able to find her voice.

The smirk didn't leave Pie Eater's face. This plan had worked out more easily than he had originally thought. Now he knew why Kate choose to do what she did to him. It gave her power.

Shifting against her, Pie Eater ripped off his longjohns and slipped the head of his cock inside her. He was rewarded with a gasp. The thrusts he gave were short and fast, too fast for Kate to only get a little pleasure from it. That's just what Pie Eater wanted.

He could feel her become wetter as he withdrew from her. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Kate let out a loud moan at the feel of Pie Eater's lips wrapping around her ear, and nibbling. She opened her mouth to say what he wanted, but couldn't find her voice. The head of his cock continued to brush over her slick opening, slipping now and than to flick at her swelled clit. She wasn't sure if he meant for that to happen or not, she was too caught up in his sweet torture.

"Fuck me." Kate whimpered, wiggling against him.

This was it, the moment everything had built up too. She had given into him and was ready to listen to his every word. Shifting, he entered her again, quickly pulling out.

"Ohh come on, baby. You can do better than that. Say it like you mean it."

Tears came to Kate's eyes, she was ready to say and do anything. She needed to feel him against her. "Fuck me, Pie. I need to feel you inside me." She said it with more force, locking her eyes with his, hoping he could see the want and desire she held in them.

This was the point he wanted her at. Her body shook against him, and he knew she couldn't stand it anymore. She would feel the desire that built up in her body long after he left her. He released her wrists, and backed away from her, his erection standing up proudly.

He gave her an arrogant smirk, and looked her over, his eyes lingering on the obvious moisture between her legs.

"I'd suggest a cold bath." He shot her own words back at her, and pulled up his longjohns, leaving the room.

Kate could only stand there, her back against the wall, her wrist in the same position Pie Eater had held them, a dumbfounded expression on her face.
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