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break on through to the other side (pure debauchery for wearenotbroken)

(takes place about two months after Cole Marteniz is born.)

If someone had told The Shade one year ago that he'd be in love with a living woman, have a foothold in the land of the living, and raising a son of his own, he'd never have believed it. Hell, he might have laughed in someone's face, or worse.

Then again, if someone had told Josiah Cole, when he was a mere boy of twenty seven, that one day he'd be a lord of the dead, owner of a living soul, and glorying in the dark pleasures of dominating the sweet body of the one who belonged to him, of being overtaken in much the same way...well, he'd have blushed beet red and been unable to speak for a month of Sundays in pure embarrassment.

Still, for every time he took his beloved to bed and made slow, gentle love to her, he was twice over turning her over his knee and spanking her until she came, or pleasuring her until she lost all touch with reality and every stroke of his fingers was a hairsbreadth from truly painful, or in rare moments when he felt secure enough, allowing her to bind his hands and do whatever she wanted to him...even if that meant, on occasion, abandoning him in favor of pleasuring herself until just the sight of her, lost in her own satisfaction, was nearly enough to trigger his own release.

The more they flirted with the darker side of their love life, the more The Shade suffered from the darker hungers that lurked in his true nature. In life, he had been a good man accustomed to the atrocities of death, even accepting of them...and in death, he was a creature who thrived on those same atrocities. Inflicting pain, drawing blood, seizing absolute power, total dominion over all he surveyed. From his realm, he demanded absolute control, and from his souls, he stood for no less than absolute surrender.

In life, he was a troubled man, but a good one. In death...he was no longer a good man. And, now that his son had been born, and thriving despite the fact that he was undead, The Shade was looking to a future he wasn't sure he could truly have.

Not as long as they kept flirting with his dark side.

When he explained, in highly censored terms, what he was planning, Jean Summers agreed to watch Cole for the night. So, while Courtney took a brief respite in the human world to reunite with her family and see a living doctor for one final checkup, The Shade brought Jean over and settled her with Cole in the sanctuary that hid his true home. He worked carefully to plan their evening, and by nightfall, when Courtney returned to the house, she found it dark the moment she entered, the only visible light a soft glow at the top of the stairs. The glow came from their bedroom, with the door standing just ajar enough to see that candlelight was responsible for the glow.

When she did open the door, she saw several candles had been lit around the room, offering just enough light to see by. The bed had been turned down, and the entire scene was very sensual, even romantic...except for the fact that two pairs of handcuffs were latched to the headboard, each free shackle waiting for a wrist to clamp around.

And then there was The Shade, who was leaning in the corner of the room, nearly lost in shadow but clearly toying with a long length of black silk...and looking as severe as she'd ever seen him.

For a long while there was silence until...

"Take off your shirt." No greeting, no movement. The words were quiet, even, but firm and clearly brooked no argument. He wanted to stop flirting and see how far he could go before she turned back, wanted to see how far this envelope could be pushed.

He wanted Courtney for the night, on his terms, wanted to know if she could handle the worst of his needs...and he wanted to see the worst of hers. He wanted to know everything that made her happy, kept her sated, made her wet, even if it pushed his own limitations.

The Shade wanted, needed to know if they could accept each other completely, in the most intimate way possible, before he could even consider giving her his mother's engagement ring.

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He stood, watching her stretch out on the bed, admiring the slope of her back, the curve of her ass, the delicate arch of her feet as she settled down comfortably on her stomach. Moving to stand over her, he took his time just staring, admiring, drinking her in and leaving her to wonder what his plans were for her.

"You are such a naughty girl most times." he growled, laying one gloved hand against her back, just between her shoulderblades before he ran it up to her nape, then down the curve of her spine. "Always beggin' for a spanking. I don't think you understand how cold the dead can be...how much I love spankin' that pretty little ass, tellin' you what to do."

He let his hand still against the small of her back, a heavy weight, cool through his glove as he shifted to kneel on the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress, the leather of his jeans and his long coat brushing against her thigh and hip as he used the leverage to lean down, low voice vibrating in her ear.

"The dead can't love, little mage...but I'm not as sweet as most dead men. I like power, I like to be obeyed. I like it when pretty little girls get off on being mine the way you do." He drew a breath he didn't need and sighed, the sound husky and hungry and borderline erotic as it melted into a low, satisfied growl just before he slid his hand over ass and smacked it again, a hard slap that rang out in the room.

"You got no idea what it does to me when you beg me for more of that..."

Clearly he was trying to torture her as he stood over her, simply watching without touching, as it made the ache so much worse waiting for him to do...something.

By the time he finally did touch her, she was nearly vibrating with pent up anticipation and need, so much so that her body actually jumped a little when he laid a gloved hand on her back, the feel of the leather against her skin almost erotic by now.

Wetting her lips, she focused on his words, her breath low and shallow as his jeans and coat brushed over her while he leaned down to whisper in her ear. His words should have worried her but they didn't as her eyes drifted closed, feeling a buzz of arousal rush through her, gathering between her legs till she tingled at what he was saying. Then she gasped, making a soft noise as he slapped her ass again.

Biting back a whimper, she wriggled a little even as a red mark started to form on the curve of her ass.

"That's right." he rumbled, feeling the tension in her body, the flush of warmth that came from arousal touching that flawless skin. Reaching, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and dragged them over the curve of her ass and down her legs to cast them aside. Removing one glove, he ran his hand up her leg, then urged them apart so he could slide a finger inside her with a smile.

"You can barely keep still, and I ain't even started yet." he drawled, shocked as just that one little touch had his body stirring, just by adding a second finger and working her with slow, firm strokes as his free, still gloved hand gave her ass another smack while he fucked her with his fingers. "So damn wet already..."

The Shade continued to stroke her, spanking her a couple more times before he forced himself to stop, to reign himself in and withdraw his hands from her body. Wiping his fingers on the bedspread, he slid his gloved hand up her back again, moving to unfasten her bra before he rolled her on her back and removed it, leaving her nude below him. She was all but quivering with desire, tearing at his resolve just by laying there...

Composing himself, he made her wait and watch as he took his time stripping off his other glove, then carefully unbuckling his sleeveless longcoat and shedding it, laying it neatly on the foot of the bed. He moved to sit on the bed, then caught her hand and tugged her to sit up.

"C'mere." he instructed, guiding her closer until she was laying on her stomach, across his lap. He let a hand rest against her bare ass for a few moments, gently stroking the smooth skin, then leaned over to kiss the center of her spine.

"I'm thinkin' I'm gonna spank you until you come." he murmured against her skin. "Would you like that, my little mage?"

It was amazing to her how easily he could strip away her resolve and every inhibition, strip away everything to her, till she was nothing but a mindless slave to desire for him. Shifting again as his hand slid between her thighs, she made another dull whimpering noise as he slid a finger into her, causing her to clench as she pushed her ass back against his hand.

The feel of him spanking her while simultaneously finger fucking her had her all but humping the bedspread beneath her, whimpering and moaning as she sought any sort of friction she could but could only get the slight tease of the blanket against herself as she curled her hands in the sheets.

She was close but then he stopped as his hand slid away and he decided to take his time in stripping down a bit. When she looked at him, her eyes were dark and feverish with hunger, and her cheeks were flushed as he grabbed her hand and tugged her to lay across his lap on her stomach.

Then she moaned, nodding as he murmured against her skin. "Y-yes, please."

The sound of that 'please' shot through him with more heat than even her power could stir in him. He had a sudden, clawing desire to do more than spank her, for an instant that darkness in him opened like a cavern, craving real pain, blood, total possession...

Shutting his eyes, he tensed for a second, pressing his face against her skin, breathing her in, letting the heat of her body seep into him, sweeping the darkness away with the touch of life.

"Oh, you are such a good girl for me." he sighed, a gravelly sound that vibrated against her skin again. He pressed another kiss against her back, smacking her ass as he did. Kissing a slow, teasing trail up her spine, he spanked her slow and hard, alternating between each cheek as his mouth moved over her skin. The way she wriggled in his lap as he spanked her, the sounds she made...

He swore in that moment, even if she weren't touching him, that he would still be getting hard as it washed over him.

Every smack earned a noise from her, giving him exactly what he wanted, as she let out a sharp little cry every time his hand fell against an ass cheek till they were cherry red from what he was doing. Even still she was wriggling, tilting her hips and arching to push her ass a bit higher, panting against his outer thigh as she throbbed wildly, sure enough that he would feel how hot and wet she was against his leg.

Turning her head, she closed her eyes as she reveled in the haze of pain mixed with a pleasure that seemed to ache right through to the center of her core. She wanted to say something, wanted to plead, but she had to bite her lip to keep herself from talking since he hadn't given her permission to do so.

It was also a struggle not to reach down and touch herself, to pinch her clit or to give herself some kind of friction so she could come since she desperately wanted to at this point.

He could hear it, feel it, was experiencing all of it as she writhed and whimpered across his lap. The Shade was as lost as she was, awash in the symphony of her cries and as much a slave to her need as she was. His sadistic nature gloried in making her suffer and ache with pleasure, and the touch of skin on skin let him appreciate the sensuality of the way she gave herself up so readily to him.

The Shade let her endure a half dozen more smacks before he finally pressed a kiss against the nape of her neck and whispered in her ear, gut clenching so violently with desire it was all he could do not to throw her back down on the bed and lose himself in her body.

"Such a good girl...touch yourself, you earned it. I want you to come for me right here, my good little mage..."

She whimpered happily when he told her to touch herself which took a bit of shifting since she was balanced precariously on his lap but she managed to get a hand between her leg, seeking out her clit to pinch it lightly with a shudder before flicking and rubbing it to get the right amount of friction she needed.

Soon her soft whimpers were moans that grew fevered in pitch as she closed her eyes, rocking her hips as she took herself further and then finally over the edge in a matter of minutes. Then she was coming loud and hard, curling forward as she continued to rub herself throughout her orgasm till she was a quivering panting mess on his lap.

The Shade held her as she climaxed, face pressed to her neck, breathing her in and awash in the warmth of her body as her orgasm overwhelmed her. It was as close as The Shade had ever come to an out-of-body experience as, in that moment, she was nothing more and nothing less than his. Mind, body, and soul, she belonged to him completely in that moment, more than any other soul that he'd ever claimed and it was glorious.

Sliding his hand over her ass, warm and red and tender from his treatment, he slid lower and between her legs to slide a finger inside her, then another, stroking her as she rode out the last tremors of her orgasm. He couldn't stop a low moan from rising out of his chest as he felt her tightening and fluttering around his fingers, and imagined feeling her wrapped around his cock.

"That's my good girl." He growled, sliding his fingers out of her when she was calm again. Turning her over in his lap, he settled her into a sitting position so he could wrap his arms around her and hold her close. He was hard and aching and felt a little out of control, he wanted to be inside her so badly, but he didn't want this moment to end...and he didn't want to go to far. He wanted to pause, to breathe, to calm his hammering heart and his raging desire to dominate her again.

"I got so much planned for you, little mage," he murmured hoarsely against her neck as he held her, "but you just might be too much for me all at once. You want more? Or you want your turn with me?"

She was his completely, body and soul and heart. There was no one in the world that he would ever possess so fully as he possessed her and she knew, deep down, she had the same claim on him. She was now his Vessel.

Keening as he slid his fingers into her, prolonging her orgasm, she bucked wildly against his hand as the world faded away and all there was left was the sensations he created. A wild firestorm of everything he made her feel as she came apart, half sobbing through her release.

Then she was upright in his arms, her body feeling too right and too hot in that moment, still in overdrive as she looked at him and felt how hard he was beneath her. She wanted him, oh god how she wanted him, but two could play at this game even if she would be more subtle about it.

"More, I want more." Only because she knew it would be as much torture to him as it was to her and she only wanted him when he was so close to breaking that he was wild with it.

He wanted to tell her no, he wanted to warn her not to give him that kind of permission, but before he could stop himself he was shifting, settling her back on the bed, and when he drew back his gray eyes were darker than she'd ever seen with passion and something almost sinister.

"I know you're okay, but I don't wanna push you too hard." he warned, even as he ran a hand down the center of her body, between her breasts and down her stomach as he held her gaze while his fingers slid inside her again, stroking slowly. "And in case I can't help myself...we need a safe word."

He paused, then some of that danger left his gaze as he huffed softly, rolling his eyes. "Startin' to think I need a damn safe word when I'm runnin' the show here..."

Shifting with him as he moved her to the bed, she laid back with a small smile even as she saw the darkness in his eyes and the hint of something a lot darker underneath all of that.

"You're not, I promise." She murmured, her body seeming to arch to follow the path of his hand before she shuddered with a gasp when he slid his fingers into her again. Almost immediately her body responded, her hips rocking towards his hands as she fluttered and clenched around his fingers, still impossibly wet and hot from her orgasm seconds before.

She wondered what kind of safe word to use but then she laughed as he wondered if he needed one. "Would you like one?" She asked "innocently".

She was just teasing, but she'd awoken something in him, turning his eyes dark and dangerous again as he stroked her a little harder, thumb teasing over her clit.

"Yeah. Mercy." he growled, working her towards climax again. He could feel her fluttering around his fingers, so close already after her last orgasm, but just when he recognized those spasms coming quicker, hinting at an orgasm, he stopped, hand going still, waiting for her body to calm again.

"Like the kind I won't be showing you." he continued, slipping back into the role he'd assumed. "I been nice, but now it's time I make you work 'fore I let you come again."

Courtney gasped as he stroked her harder again, causing her to clench around his fingers as the sensations consumed her again and she gave herself over the mindless pleasure, letting everything go blank except for how he was making her feel as he continued to touch and tease her till she was so close that she actually started to shudder with the beginning of her release.

But then he denied her, causing her to whimper in surprised complaint as her eyes opened wide and she looked at him again. She wanted to ask him what he wanted her to do but he hadn't given her permission to speak and he wasn't the only one good at slipping back into the role assumed.

Instead, she pressed her lips together, pleading silently with her gaze as she waited for her instruction.

Instead of giving her an instruction, The Shade just smirked at her, gaze warm with arousal and hard with that darker edge as he began to work her with a strong, slow touch, free hand sliding up to cradle one breast, thumb teasing an erect nipple until he felt her body start to contract again...and stopped yet again, denying her release just when she was about to come.

He was well aware that she was trying to torture him as much as he was torturing her. If he was going to torment her, this time he wasn't going to use a spanking to do it.

She could have cursed and praised him all at the same time for knowing her so well as he worked her again, causing her to gasp, arch, whimper and moan as he teased her body till she was oh-so close again that she was trembling right on the edge of another orgasm...till he stopped again.

Panting, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were feverishly bright with mindless need as she squirmed on the bed. "Please...please...please..."

The Shade leaned in abruptly, eyes snapping with that volatile combination of arousal and threat, so sharp it was like lightning deep in his pupils.

"I don't recall giving you permission to beg, my little mage." He snarled softly. "I'm gonna have to punish you for that. Shame, you been such a good girl so far."

As he spoke, The Shade did it again, watching her face as he began working her again, fingers twisting inside her and curling up to bring her close before stopping so she couldn't come. He kept going as he spoke, denying her one orgasm after another and glorying in the way she writhed and cried out, mad and desperate and so beautiful it hurt.

"I could tie you up like you do me...or I could give you another spanking without letting you come after. Or maybe I'll dig out one of them little toys you like to tease me with when you use it on yourself. Y'know, I think I may do a couple of those...tie you to the bed, use those toys and make you come 'till it hurts. 'Cause I know you wanna come right now, you wanna come for me and be my good girl, don't you?"

The Shade had stopped touching her again, but started once more, slow, firm strokes, carefully coaxing her to the edge without giving her enough to push her over, his face still hovering inches over hers, transfixed by her torment.

"Now you got my permission to beg." He growled, thumb stroking her clit in earnest to finally drive her swiftly towards orgasm.

Courtney froze seconds before he scolded her, realizing what she had done by begging. She had broken the rule of the game by speaking out of turn but she wanted to whine at him that it was near impossible at this point. Not when he was torturing her so sweetly.

Of course it was near impossible to speak or to remember when his fingers curled inside of her, stroking her again as her legs trembled and her toes curled. She swore she could even feel a cramp in her leg from the override of pleasure coursing through her as she writhed and panted.

Her skin felt hot and tight and she literally felt like she was going to break, just spontaneously combust, as he brought her close to the edge again and then yanked her back. Shaking now, she tipped her head back against the bed as he slowed his fingers down, a fine sheen of sweat covering her body as she gasped for air, silently pleading now.

At least until he gave her permission. "Plesae." She tried pressing her thighs together before straightening her legs again, reaching to blindly grab onto his arms as she arched and bucked her hips. It was mindless pleading after that. just soft babbles and moans as he finally took her over the edge. Then the sounds became one long syllable as she shuddered, coming hard finally. So hard that she was sure she was actually going to black out.

The darker part of him was almost disappointed that she didn't pass out from the force of it, but it was easily pushed aside. Taking her apart just so, deconstructed into this beautiful, unmade creature writhing in his bed and sobbing with pleasure was enough to control that black hunger to strip her right to the bone.

Leaning over, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, murmuring soothing nonsense as he worked her, stroked her as her orgasm washed over her, coaxing every last tremor of pleasure he could from her body until she was whimpering not with pleasure, but discomfort. Even then, he touched her, but finally let her go as he withdrew...then as she watched, brought his bare fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, a low sound of pleasure rolling from deep in his chest as the taste of her filled him.

When he was done, he stopped to watch her for a long moment, then shifted to stretch out over her, his still clothed body pinning hers gently to the bed. His arousal was still rock hard against her, but he bent to kiss her lazily, like a cat after too much cream.

"So," he drawled, watching her with a small smile as he slid one hand over her arm, twining his fingers with hers, "You want your turn yet? Or you want more?"

She kept her eyes closed as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead before stretching out over her when he was finally done teasing her. Opening her eyes with a slow, dreamy sort of smile, she leaned up to kiss him while sliding her arms around his shoulders, not evening minding the taste of herself on his tongue as she swept hers over his.

Then she pulled back, shifting so he could take her hand into his own. "Yes, I want my turn." She nodded before the smile became a smirk. "In that very large lovely bathtub you got for us."

The Shade made a low sound of relief between a growl and a snort as he pressed his face to her neck for a moment, then drew back to kiss her again, deep and hungry.

"I hope you mean both of us, 'cause you damn near drove me crazy, little mage." He growled between kisses. "And just so's you know...the cuffs are for me...if ya want. Key's on the bureau if you wanna...mess with 'em."

The smile that appeared on her face was slow but brilliant as she gave his hand a squeeze, looking so damn pleased as she beamed up at him. "Aww, you got those for me?" one would have thought he had just offered her flowers or diamonds, some girly sort of gift from the way she was fawning before she kissed him again.

Then she pulled back with a smirk. "How about we get cleaned up a bit and then we'll use them?"

The dazzling smile that spread across her face made The Shade smile in return, a rare broad and jovial grin that spread across his face and made him look truly human. Only his little mage, the angel with the rosebud mouth who liked to be enslaved when she wasn't tying him up and making him beg for mercy, would treat bondage gear like a gift of expensive jewelry.

"We clean up now, we're just gonna get dirty again, I reckon." He pointed out, bending to kiss that rosebud mouth again as he rolled off of her and got to his feet, offering her a hand up. "But it's your turn, so you get to do whatever you want to me."

Courtney loved the genuine jovial smiles that came from him, mostly because they were rare (though not as rare as when they had first gotten together) and she smiled some more.

Stealing another kiss, she nipped at his bottom lip before he rolled away to his feet and she shifted to sit up. "You'll have to carry me, you know." She pointed out with a mischievous look. "I can't feel my legs quite yet."

Shrugging with that same smile still at the corners of his mouth, The Shade leaned over and scooped her easily into his arms. Granted, he was more comfortable with touch around their home, but his ease was still hard-won. This was part of what he needed to discover tonight: if he could let go of that fear, accept what her power did and learn to enjoy it.

He had to, especially since his son would have that same ability to stir the memory of life in his cold, dead heart with just one touch.

"Am I bein' arrogant if I'm proud of that?" he asked with a smirk as he carried her into the bathroom, where the massive tub in question sat: a beautiful claw-foot iron tub large enough to accommodate The Shade and at least two other people comfortably.

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