Author's Note: This fic's real title is Bastard. Yet another kink meme fic, dark, yet not at the same time. I want this fic to be open to interpretation, as they say. Enjoy!

"Bastard," Shizuru said playfully. He kissed her again, liquor and tobacco, when her eyes roved around his personal hotel room. She was nervous and refusing to show it, making Sakyo snort. He laughed aloud at her anxiety, grinning fiercely and showing a row of predatory teeth before he pressed her to the wall again, her legs wrapping around him automatically, loving her moans and the skilled reciprocation as he devoured her mouth with his lips and tongue.

"Fuck," Shizuru breathed as he craned his neck back, breaking their kiss with a smack, and then dove forward to kiss hungrily down her neck, delighting in the shivers. When her hips tilted to rub against his cock, he groaned deeply and began to carry her, her laughing and him groping her ass as they went, towards the bed.

She glanced at the king-sized monstrosity, all black silk and power, nerves resurfacing. He felt it and shushed her. "If I broke my word to Toguro and harmed you, even the fact that he's on my payroll wouldn't save me. Relax."

Her eyebrow cocked. "You'd harm me otherwise?" she asked, and her eyebrow rose more when he laughed coldly in answer and dropped her on the bed, smirking as her tits bounced when she hit the mattress.

He's smooth, she thought suspiciously. Then her waistcoat was being undone, and she was no longer entirely capable of coherent thought, wriggling out of her shirt and pants and wrapping her legs around his hips again, shuddering as his dick pressed into her, the buttons of his slacks rough against the front of her thong. He thrust a few times, groaning again, which she answered with a drawn out moan, leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck, nails digging into the expensive back of his suit.

He was so agile it wasn't until her hands were fisting in his long black hair and he was lapping and nipping at the soft mounds of her breasts that she realized he'd undone and divested her of her bra. Her hazel eyes narrowed. "Smooth alright," she said aloud, glowering at him.

He smirked. "Pretty," was his only reply, and then he had her nipple in his mouth and was sucking avidly, tugging at it gently with his teeth before kissing his way to the other one, repeating the process. The cool air made the round coin of darker skin pucker into a cute nub, which his right hand quickly found, his left running over her hip and caressing her glorious ass. She whined, gyrating against him, feeling herself begin to get wet and tingly as he abandoned the nipples and leaned up to kiss her, a deep, rough, dynamic kiss that she happily reciprocated, arching up to feel his three piece Italian suit against her bare skin. He rolled her nipples between her fingers and she whined again, thrusting her hips, all her awareness focused on the impressive outline of his cock tenting his pants.

When he broke the kiss and nipped at her sensitive ear, she gasped and groaned. "There's a part of me that's starting to ache, you know," she intimated, and he chuckled.

"Oh?" was his only response, and he began to kiss down her to her shoulder, his fingers caressing inside her thong for a moment, teasingly. She shuddered at the contact, but it was too light, too light to satisfy her deep need for touch.

"Yes, oh," she snapped, rather belligerent at the teasing, and scowled at his chuckle.

He looked at her with those calm, crazy blue eyes that drove her mad, and smirked.

"Shizuru," he murmured, and then pressed his fingers against her clit, massaging in a gentle circle. Her head lolled, and he suckled the curve of her neck.

Oh, she loved that.

To be continued.