Unforgiven

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Enjoy! -Amonara
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Emi found her-self distressed by the cool gray mists of Chris\'s eyes, as he leaned casually against the little red door of her apartment. Things hadn\'t seemed right all evening. Sure he had held her hand as they had eaten in the soft glowing light of the restaurant. She mused over the way he would somehow switch from a loving sensitive date who only wanted to be with her to a man who caressed her curves boldly in the darkness of the night with all the abandon of a needy man and his prostitute. What was she to him? She couldn\'t figure it out and from the way he looked at her as they stood in front of her apartment, neither could he.

\"Dreaming of me, sweet?\"

Chris interrupted her thoughts, intentionally using his sexiest voice on her. He loved the way women and sometimes men went weak at the knees when he turned his charm on to a terrifying level. The intoxicating power of his control was just as almost as fulfilling as sex. With that his thoughts turned back to his breathtaking date. She was very quiet all of sudden as she thoughtfully brushed a loose strand of hair back and managed to flash a tiny smile at him. Christ a t a twinge of regret and wondered why he couldn\'t bring himself to treat her like all the other women he\'d ever used. Was it the way the sparkling light of her eyes had dimmed as the evening progressed? Or the sorrowful droop of her soft pink lips?

Still confused, Emi stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Chris on the cheek, resisting the urge to gently brush the slight curl of his brown hair off his forehead.

\"Goodnight. I had a wonderful time.\" She murmured with a little smile and opened the door on him, almost sending him sprawling. She stepped inside with a tiny wave and shut the door behind her.

Chris blinked, nonplused. He ran a hand through his hair, still slightly off balance from the rapid opening of the door from underneath him. He scowled slightly and shoved his hands in his pockets. This wasn\'t the way things were supposed to happen. Where was the gratifying arousal of their naked skins rising to meet in the candlelight? The moans and gasps of pleasure that sent shivers up his spine and fulfilled him in ways that only sex could. Was it all disappearing from his grasp? He thought of the raw fire of his date, she was definitely intriguing. So his plans had gone awry, it didn\'t matter he would have her eventually. Especially since she was looking like she would prove to be a challenge.

With a cocky smile he walked to his motorcycle, this girl was really proving to be every bit as feisty as he had thought. She\'d be amazing in bed, he thought hungrily. Would she be submissive or completely untamed? He wondered. Chris found himself imagining the intricate details of how he would enter her, with what kind of force, and what position. Finding himself standing rooted in one spot, he had to shake himself out of his sexual daze. He licked his lips lasciviously. Emi would be his, soon. After his job was done he would chase her until she begged him for it. Maybe he\'d come with flowers the next day. It was possible that he hadn\'t been in his usual form. wou would be the reason things hadn\'t gone right. Then why did he feel like he was doing something terribly wrong? He wished his conscience would just leave him alone. With that uneasy thought, Chris straddled his bike and zoomed down the middle of the street with a loud roar. By the time the night was over his unusual surge of conscience would be gone. He was sure of it.

Emi watched speespeed off with a small sigh. She put her purse down on the kitchen table andked ked into her bedroom and lit a few of the candles that she had placed there earlier. She shook her head in an attempt to shake away the tears that insisted on collecting in her eyes. Something had gone wrong she was sure of it. Why had he started acting so strange? Was getting to know her really that awful? She kicked off her shoes, sitting on the bed.

\"Men are such pigs.\" She said with a determined fire in her pale blue eyes.

She rummaged under her bed, fishing out a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates. She brushed the pre-sprinkled rose petals off her bed and collapsed onto its comfortable softness. She nibbled thoughtfully on a piece of chocolate and unscrewed the wine swiftly. Despite everything, she found herself smiling. Who needed him? She had all she needed: alcohol and chocolate. What more could a girl need?

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\"Des?\" Andre murmured into the soft skin of his lover\'s chest as they lay peacefully entwined on the couch.

Desmond tightened his arms around Andre pulling him close, so that their naked chests touched. He looked down into Andre\'s dark blue eyes with a loving smile and kissed him softly on the lips.

\"Yes?\" He said softly into Andre\'s ear.

Andre could feel the soft puffs of Desmond\'s breath caress his cheek and felt his lips brush the skin of his ear. Andre felt the warmth rising in his cheeks as he gazed at Desmond. He reached out with his fingertips to gently stroke back the fine lengths of hair that endearingly fell into Desmond\'s eyes.

\"I just wanted to make sure that this wasn\'t a dream.\"

Desmond smiled mischievously, his dark green eyes dancing.

\"Do you dream of me that often then?\" He whispered into Andre\'s ear, a note of longing slipping into his voice.

Andre reached over and pulled Desmond on top of him, savoring the feel of his warm skin pressed firmly against his own. His dark eyes shone with emotion as he kissed his lover deeply as if it were the only thing keeping him alive. He broke away softly to look up at Desmond. The shadows of the dark apartment only added to his beauty. Andre loved the way his stubbornness showed in the angle of his chin and the set of his mouth. He loved how if you looked closely you could see the fine dusting of freckles that made Desmond look like an innocent school boy. Andre felt as if he would burst from the feeling that Desmond\'s nearness created. The way the mere touch of Desmond\'s skin made his nerves tingle and sing as feelings coursed through his body. He stroked Desmond\'s cheek sweetly as his lover stared down at him, waiting fo ans answer.

\"Every night.\"

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The black streets whistled by with the wind as Chris sped through the dark heart of the city, abandoned by progress. As he flew like a dark demon of the night on his motorcycle, the buildings of his surroundings became more decrepit and the streetlights further apart, dimming yellow beacons in a losing battle against the darkness. The roar of his motorcycle couldn\'t overcome the sounds of loud music, screaming voices, and gunshots. He had to swerve dangerously to the side as a drunken couple stumbled across the street. Their laughter was loud, but was swallowed by the hollow darkness in their eyes. Chris leaned forward as he increased his speed, eager to get away from that part of the city. He had business to attend to and nothing would stop him. His face hardened perceptibly under the shield of his helmet as he made the mistake of glancing back to the sidewalk. An old man lay in a pool of his own blood; the shards of a broken liquor bottle were still clutched in his hand. By morning the daring, or rather those made daring by need, would have stripped him of any valuable clothing. The murderers would have taken the rest. The police might not ever find out who he had been, any signs of his identity would have been eliminated from his body by the scavengers.

Chris\'s gray eyes darkened and narrowed as he slowed dowforefore a large warehouse. The windows that patterned its side were visibly broken as a few lights streamed through them. He screeched to a halt and slowly took off his helmet, mainly for the benefit of the people who had begun to walk towards him. He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair, the depths of his gray eyes intense.

A woman laughed harshly and her husky voice carried across the dark as she walked towards him.

\"About time.\"

He smirked slightly and shrugged.

\"I had something to take care of first.\"

The woman\'s dark red lips curved upwards slightly. She was beautiful in dark, cruel way.

\"You know what I want you to do.\"

She handed him a piece of paper and a handgun.

Chris accepted both, reading the paper before sticking it into his pocket and examined the gun carefully.

\"Nice.\" He murmured appreciatively.

The woman rose an eyebrow slightly, but said nothing.

Chris merely smirked handsomely.

\"I\'ll get rid of the gun free of charge. You know my rate. I want it in fives and tens.\"

She nodded slightly and left.

Chris revved his bike up and pulled on his helmet, grimly. He stuck the gun in the pocket of his coat. He sped back down the streets, into the dark that waited to swallow the soulless.