Author's note: Happy Reedus day! To celebrate Norman's birthday, have some pointless filler-smut. (I wasn't going to post this until later but it's 4am and I can't sleep thanks to a back injury. You readers in other time zones lucked out on a fresh chapter.)

It felt so good to give in. Letting go of morals and rational reasons to abstain felt like breathing fresh air for the first time after being locked in a stuffy room for months. Once the guilt was ignored a giddy rush of excited anticipation swept through Mac. He went slow. Taking his time to rub his fingers along the jagged crystals that hadn't been broken down yet. Caressing them with more care than he'd shown any woman, aside from on maybe one drugged occasion. He was too busy running his fingers through a pile of soft refined powder to notice Kristal had stopped working to watch him. The rustling of her hazmat suit being taken off didn't register in his mind either while he courted the substance on his fingertips.

Krystal kneeled down to drag a musty old box from beneath her makeshift worktable where dangerously harmonious elements were fusing up above. She dug past spare rubber tubing and an old beer can she couldn't understand why they'd saved until she found what she needed. The feel of it in her hand sent a slight adrenaline rush through her similar to the one Mac was feeling as he started raising his hand to his mouth.

"Mac."

"Mac!" she barked a second time, managing to get his feinding eyes to leave the pink crank heaven in front of him and move to her. "I want to play a game."

He glanced up and did a double take when he realized what she was holding up and all the devious implications her sultry tone held. The gas mask she threw his way, which he abandoned his vice to catch, was like an old friend. One he'd thought he'd never see again.

"I packed it up when we had to wipe the cave." she explained when he looked down at the rubber in his hands with slight confusion. "Couldn't get rid of it."

"Wut game ya wanna play?" he inquired as he turned the mask this way and that to inspect.

Mac raised his head to find her piling her hair into a high ponytail before bending down to tighten the laces on her shoes. The way she looked up at him with her slow signature scarred smirk made a rush of excited pleasure run south through his body.

"Psycho murdering gas mask rapist." she suggested while moving one of her legs into a stretching pose and elaborating with humor. "Pretty much our fucked up version of tag or hide and go seek."

When she got no reply she abandoned her warm-up routine to try soothing over the odd down-turned scowling expression on his face. Usually Mac was all for any kind of activity that involved blood and sex. But as he turned away from her his words from the evening of his birthday came to her, making her assume she understood his issue.

Krystal approached him from behind. Once she was pressed against his backside she tilted her head up to reach his ear and breathe into it lightly. "I want you to chase me, catch me, hurt me, and fuck me."

The way he leaned back against her with a little shiver told her she was on the right path to making him forget his sexual insecurities. Two hands snaking around his waist to the bottom of his overall's zipper track made him grunt but not completely give in as they started to massage his uncharacteristically soft member through the fabric.

"It's been so long since we've fucked.." she almost whined, keeping her voice light while one of her hands moved from his progressively hardening meat to the collar of his suit.

She pulled it back to rake her teeth along the backside of his dirty neck down to where it met his shoulder with a whispered begging "Please" that she'd never admit to publicly. Her free hand crept to the front of his throat, up to his scruffy chin where she forced his head to tip back so she could nibble at the vein in the side of his neck. Mac let out a light groan as he realized it was indeed the longest they'd gone without sex aside from the week she'd escaped him in the caves. And as she continued trying to seduce him he realized the brain in his pants didn't give a shit if the one in his head was uncomfortable with that she knew about him.

A throaty chuckle sounded from her when he finally mumbled out something along the lines of "Rubbin' up on me like goddamn a cat in heat." and his hips bucked outward against her hand, hungry for rougher friction. With a hum of agreement and one more teasing squeeze to his now raging hardon she moved to unsheathe his second favorite weapon.

Sauntering around to face him head on she drug her tongue along the blade in what was supposed to be an enticing action while she tried to not think about the last time he'd cleaned it, if ever. He took the handle in his free hand when she offered it with the blade between her fingers, cocking a brow at her when she started unbuttoning her jeans.

"These are my favorite pair, I don't want them slashed to ribbons if you catch me." she explained when his questioning expression came into view and she was left standing in her panties.

She looked him over with the mask dangling in one of his hands, a knife in the other, a tent in his coveralls, and meth the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. A small smile appeared at her manipulative accomplishment before she got to stating the rules of the game.

"No vital organs. Not the face if you can help it, I need to look as normal as possible for boarder patrol. And you have to really come at me. I'm going to fight back and hurt you. Just pretend I'm an unfortunate hiker who went exploring the wrong cave."

"Ya aint gonna pull none a that Bruce Lee shit are ya?" he grumbled, looking down at her tennis-shoed feet as the night of his grad ceremony came to mind.

"I won't fight back that much." she huffed. "Just enough to make you work for it."

Krystal jumped up and down a couple times to fight off the cave's chill on her naked legs and get herself psyched up. She cracked each side of her neck before a devilish grin was shared with Mac and he pulled the mask onto his head.

"When I come down the tunnel" she began, pointing towards the wall where the cook cave's enclave began. "it's on."

After his nod of understanding he watched her lace covered behind disappear around the corner. His erratic aroused breathing mellowed and evened out into long pulls that exited the mask's ventilation and quietly reverberated off the cave's rocky walls. It'd been so long since he'd peered through the mask's circular lenses he'd almost forgotten how good it felt to don his horrific equivalent to Jason's hockey mask. The way the rubber sat on his face and caressed his skin make his fist instinctively tighten around the knife's handle.

Kristy made her usually silent footsteps prominent with a few purposely kicked rocks here and there that made Mac appreciate the amount of realistic detail she was trying to put into their game. A high pitched extra girly "Ouch, my ankle." made him tense and ready to chase. She came into view with her ponytail swinging out back and fourth behind her thanks to the way she'd tailored her stride. It was almost convincing until she spotted him and stopped. Raising the back of her wrist to her forehead in an overly dramatic damsel in distress pose she even popped one of her feet up, the heel of her shoe almost meeting her butt.

"Like, oh no, a masked murderer!" she squealed in the worst impression of fright Mac had seen to date.

It was so horrible he mentally noted losing half his erection while he fought the urge to howl with laughter. As he started forward she dropped the pose and her entire valley girl demeanor.

"Stop, wait. That was so bad. Let me do it again." she called out to him, making him raise his arms up in frustration and a muffled growl of "Come on!" answered her.

This time while he waited for her to emerge he decided if she screwed up her victim's entrance again he was just going to charge. If she didn't run that was too damn bad, she'd get tackled into the wall and he wouldn't have to wait as long to sink his frustrated cock into her.

This time her walk wasn't as quick and perky. She was looking down at her feet, adding in a mildly believable stumble when her shoe hit a rock. She didn't look over at him until she was almost past the enclave, her eyes bulging and her mouth dropping in shock when she did. The bloodcurdling shriek she let out made his southern parts rise again, and him realize how hard it was to run with an erection as he went after her.

The way her butt jiggled with every bounding step she took didn't help either and he soon found himself falling behind in the dim caverns. He lost a couple seconds distance bending over to grab a sizable rock. But they were soon made up as he hurled the little red bolder between her calves just right, tripping her up and sending her tumbling face forward toward the ground with a surprised screech.

"Such a fucking poor sport." Krystal quietly grumbled under her breath before she continued fulfilling her obligation as Mac's victim.

It got a little easier to fake her fear when she looked over her shoulder and let out a pristine scream that sent debauched chills down his spine. He was stalking after her slowly while she tried to crawl away on her hands and knees, building the suspense as he twirled the knife in his hand. The steady almost mechanical breathing that filled the air when her screams didn't were the most unsettling part of his murderous persona for her. She appreciated the aesthetic layer it brought to his act and how much easier it made it for her to slip into the role so many deceased women had unwillingly played before her.

"Oh god, please don't hurt me! My leg is broken, I can't- Please somebody help meee!" she sobbed, her pitch becoming shrill and desperate at the end.

Mac waved the blade of his knife back and fourth at her in harmony with his masked head, mocking his prey's pitiful and useless cries for help. He'd never seen her truly terrified to know what it looked like on her face. But he supposed she was doing a good enough job mimicking it every time she looked over her shoulder at him because it had him ready to sink more than one type of phallic object into her flesh.

Her heart actually skipped a beat when she felt his hand clamp onto her leg. The blood brought on by a generous gash from the rock made his grip slip a little when he tried to turn her over, increasing his grasp to get a better hold and leave an encircling bruise. She feebly tried to kick free, wiggling the captured limb around while she fought to stay on her stomach. It was odd he kept trying to turn her over and she did everything she could to stay clawing belly-down at the dirt while she was drug into a brighter chamber. She preferred not to face him so she could better imagine it was a real attacker and her performance could seem more genuine for him. But Mac put a stop to it with his dirty thumb nail as he sunk it into her open wound.

The squawk she let out in retaliation was real as well as the double footed donkey-kick to his midsection she gave him. She was worrying about the nasty puss infused infection she'd probably contract when he started getting to his feet and she finally rolled over onto her back the way he obviously wanted. Her glare had to quickly be rearranged into a frightened mask as his came into view. She tried to scoot away with every step he took, pushing herself backwards in an awkward crab-walk shuffle while cowering up at him and pleading for her life.

He enjoyed dragging her by the ankle back to where he'd originally placed her. It was something about watching her hair fan out and drag behind her like long inky tentacles, becoming coated in dark red dust just like the rest of her. He decided her panties would be the first thing to go, he knew just how he wanted to get rid of them.

The knife traced along the spot where her hip bone used to almost be visible. Swirling out arachnid patterns on her skin in careful strokes that left behind red lines without breaking the skin. She was briefly disappointed until the metal slipped underneath the delicate material and slit both skin and lace. She sucked in a delighted breath and hid her masochism behind another keening wail for help. The other side was given a matching slash before the material was forcefully yanked from underneath her and stuffed into his pocket.

"No! Oh god, no. Please don't do this!" she choked out, proud she was still able to call fake tears fourth to do her bidding when she needed them.

He crawled up her body, looming over her with arms and legs trapping her on each side. The closed metal zipper teeth of his suit bit at her skin as he lowered his hips and ground his hardness into her. Another ear piercing scream ripped through the air while his zipper lowered and he did that thing with his shoulders that drove her crazy. An aroused smile had to shift into a grimace and she was finding it harder to keep up the act the more he turned her on.

She started struggling again, careful to only knee at the sides of his thighs and not the precious bits dangling in between. The way her hands semi-weakly slapped at his chest and shoulders made him suppress a chuckle. Mac brought the sharp edge up to her throat, leaning forward so their chests were touching and his mask was inches from her face.

"Quit movin', else 'm gonna slit yer throat." he growled through the rubber, watching as her reflection nodded back at her in the eyepiece's reflective glass.

Her eyes were so large and innocent, like she was able to make them when she was looking up at him with his meat in her mouth. He mentally swore she probably did it on purpose, just to make him nuts. A forearm replaced the knife, supporting his weight on her throat while his other hand moved to push aside the flannel material that covered the skin above her heart. A patch just above her breast that was already scarred by something he couldn't remember at the moment. More force was used while she gasped for air and the tougher skin resisted splitting open. He kept pushing until he felt the barrier give way and the satisfying sensation of the blade's edge sinking in. Red liquid seeped out around the edges while he drug it down toward her breast, rolling down to pool in the cupping space of her chest. He carved the rest of the lines quickly and sat up, releasing her airway and the pressure on it before he did serious damage to her larynx.

Krystal didn't bother raising her head to look at what he'd carved as she wheezed and coughed. He'd sliced that letter into her skin enough times for her to know what it felt like by memory. An act that told her the part to play was no longer that of a faceless victim. He'd never mark one of them that way.

Mac moved the mask up onto his head and leaned forward to rip the flannel apart. The buttons that flew in different directions made her give him a flat un-amused look. Mainly because she knew she'd have to be the one to collect them later and sew them back on one of his favorite shirts. She kept her complaint quiet while his index finger moved to the small blood pool he'd created between her breasts. His other hand dropped the knife and scratched the floor for dirt, coming back with some pinched between his fingers. His eyes were wild the way they got when he was in the middle of a sketch, darting from the dark red mud blood mess he was mixing, down to her supple stomach.

She began feeling weirded out when he started finger painting around her belly button, scrunching up her face in dislike while he smeared his desired design on the part of her body she liked him touching least. Just as she started lifting herself up onto her elbows and caught sight of a dirty little tweak spider on her skin, his hands were slamming her shoulders back to the ground. The mask was back and Mac was ready to attack.

Though a little confused at the break in their game, she let out a shriek as his filthy fingers pushed inside her.

"No screamin'." he ordered in a rumbling growl, grabbing the knife to stab her bicep when she didn't listen right away.

He nudged the mask up again to suck his fingers clean, blood, dirt, pussy juice and all. His head nodded in approval and a hum sounded in his throat. Krystal's look of disgust was genuine when he moved up to smash his mouth against hers. It felt so good to be kissing him again but the gritty texture he forced into her mouth didn't. Even though she'd missed the pungent sour taste of his saliva she turned her head and spat what she could when he let her lips free.

Mac slapped her face to the other side, bring a sting that spanned cheek to jawbone. "Yew take wut I give ya, bitch."

She was more than willing to take what he was pulling out of his coveralls. So much so that she didn't pay any mind to the switchblade sticking out of her shoulder as he sank something else into her. He stared into her fluttering eyes and forgave the blissful out of character grin that came to her face while he kept pushing in.

"Love ma dick so much ya can't pretend not ta like it, huh lil sister?" he taunted in a lighter yet raspy tone, his own eyes rolling back a bit as he hit the end of the road.

Her eyes widened at the forbidden title he used, one he saved for when he really wanted to get her going. He knew how much it disgusted her when he brought their possible relation into play, and how much it made her insides squirm in a different way. He smirked down at her while he pulled out and audible gushing wetness that hadn't been there seconds before was heard. Her lip curled at him while he kept retracting and she reached up to pull the gas mask down over his smug face.

"Keep it on." she growled at him, gasping a second later when he pulled the knife from her raised arm and slammed his cock back inside her.

The blood coated blade snuggled up to her throat and threatened to dig in every time he jarred her body with another violent thrust. She tried to look like she was in agonizing pain and kick the heels of her shoes against the back of his thighs. But that wasn't much help with the way his hips had her spread out.

"Stop, it hurts, it's too big! Please stop!" she cried out, trying to keep her voice high pitched and distressed instead of the deep throaty tone it wanted to take.

She knew he would like that line and it proved to make him more violent in his movements, coaxing a deep rumble from within the mask. They were slowly sliding down the tunnel toward the cook room he was fucking her so hard. She hoped the look on her face was one of pure horror instead of the happiness she felt while she gazed up at him. Instead of thinking about how good he felt she tried to think about all the women who'd stared into those blank shining circles until their eyes had never closed again. How the rubber had felt beneath their fingers when they tried to fight him off, how the smell of his body odor made them gag. She tried her best to imitate that, letting out a horrible retching sound that made him laugh.

The mocking sound made her itch to stab him, preferably with the heavy ring protruding from her finger. Instead she used her irritation to fuel her whimpers and whines as his hips gained that telltale quick as a whip speed.

"Pleeease," she cried, "don't come inside me. I don't want to have your fucked up baby. Pl-"

The gas mask snapped down in her direction at her staged plea and his hand shot forward to replace the knife just as fast. His thumb and fingers squeezed on either side, intensifying the sound of her struggling rasps for breath and cutting off her voice along with the blood flow to her brain. Her insides twitched all around him in their own mocking way. Mac stopped thrusting long enough to push the mask up once more and watch her eyes start to cross.

"Tell me ya love yer big brother's cock an I'll let ya cum." he demanded, lightening his grip just enough for one gasp of air to be let in.

Her eyes rolled up at him while he began pushing inside her again, but she gave him what he wanted like she always did, no matter how nasty.

"I love you-.." Krystal took the opportunity to struggle for more air at the right second. "..-r huge cock…big brother."

The way she whispered the last two words like the dirty secret it may have been sent him cursing and doubling over. The mask fell off his head and hit her in the face before flopping to the side. His forehead rested on her chest while the rest of his body trembled in a rigid pose. In her peripheral vision she could see his arms shaking as they held everything but his hips above her body while he came. It was a relief to be that close to him again. Even if her butt crack was filled with red dirt.

When he lifted his head she let out a snort that made him wrinkle his forehead at her. She reacted up with the arm that was still bleeding and wiped her palm across his brow, turning her hand to show him the blood and dirt that'd transferred from her chest to his sweaty face. Kristy found herself a bit disappointed when he pulled his wilting member from her body and moved to rest beside her with the mask pillowing his head.

"Good job keeping up your end, dick." she grumbled, moving to prop herself up on an elbow and look at him.

Mac let out a guilty laugh and slung his arm over his eyes, his grim teeth shining back at her as he continued to quietly chuckle and smile. He listened to her irritated sigh and her struggles to get cave-dirt out of unsavory places while he rested. She went as far as tucking his penis back inside his suit and zipping it as far up as his lazy uncooperative body would allow before grabbing a hold of his hands to haul him to his unwilling feet.

"I've been thinking.." she began when they were half way through their cigarette break in the warm truck.

"Aw shit, that aint usually a good sign." he snickered, throwing her an unapologetic grin.

A flat look was thrown his way before she continued.

"The shipment's done early and all that's left to do is package. So since I'm being forced into all this…" she paused and let out a heavy sigh in relation to his demands. "Why not do everything completely ass backwards and have the honeymoon before the wedding? We could leave for Mexico early and spend a few days down there consummating our unholy union before the deal."

He nodded in approval and flicked his ash into his door's tray.

"S' a good idea. Things'r cheaper down there. We could pawn tha resta tha jewelry I got in that can and have us a reeaal nice time." he suggested with an exaggerated leer over at her.

An honest to god giggle came out of her and she tried to look bashful. Her charade ended with him trying to grab for her and her escaping back into the cave to finish their work for the evening.

During their ride home Mac heard a sniffling sound to his right and re-positioned his hand on the steering wheel uncomfortably when he saw unexpected water trails flowing down the uneven path of her face.

"Fucks s'matter with ya?" he finally asked when his throat clearing and awkward glances at her didn't make her stop.

Krystal's eyes swept over the rocky snow dusted landscape again while she shrugged. "I don't know."

"These them happy tears ya told me bout tha other night when ya sprung a leak over a ring?" he jokingly inquired, trying to cease the waterworks with sarcastic humor.

"Kinda I guess." she mumbled with a slight chuckle and another shrug. "I hated Cainville when I first came here and now…I'm going to miss it when we leave. This was the first place where I was really…alive."

More sniffles filled the cab of the truck while she tried to get herself to stop.

"I'm just being ridiculous. We both know it wasn't a red canyon that made me switch from cyborg to cynical housewife." she rambled with a nutty unhinged laugh. "It was a prick in a red pickup truck."

Author's disclaimer: I do not endorse the violent act of rape or non-consensual sex in real life in any shape or form. If you are feeling the urge to force yourself on someone, seek professional help immediately. Or find a WILLING partner to engage in consensual rape role-play with, with pre-established limits and a safe word that you will both respect and honor. Just because I enjoy the mental fantasy of rape does not mean other woman or men do. Do not assume that of anyone. Just because I enjoy this act in a mental aspect does not mean I would enjoy it physically in real life. Do not assume that of anyone. Lastly and most importantly, teach your sons and daughters not to rape. Nobody deserves to go through that traumatic experience.