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WHO: Nicholas and Lust
WHAT: Nicholas breaking into a million pieces
WHEN: Wednesday
WHERE: Nicholas' apartment
WARNINGS: Violence and language

Nicholas couldn't really concentrate on anything any more. Sia was on his mind all the time. He didn't go into work any more, preferring to let his managers run the place. He never saw Hannah any more. He hardly spoke to Patrick at all. He texted Sia almost constantly and when his texts went ignored, he broke things.

He no longer hand any glass ware.

It had been two days since he slept. He was too agitated. Even sleeping with other people hadn't helped. He had taken to pacing his apartment until he was too exhausted to move.

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Nicholas wasn't having it. He didn't care how much she struggled, she was here now and he was having her. He grabbed her hair and twisted his hand in it so he could pull her to the ground and climb on top of her. "Hold still," he growled at her.

"Yeowtch!" and that wasn't faking it. Lust frowned, hair pulling was well and good but there was an art form to it even in savagery. She had to control herself and not punch Nicholas in the throat. After all, she could see the big picture. Hold still, really? She never knew why rapists bothered saying things like that. Did they feel their victims would suddenly see the light? Ohhhhh... hold still... see, I didn't understand that's what you wanted, please, do carry on with your violation. Idiots.

She couldn't just leave him unscathed, she had to give him a souvenir of his true nature. Her screams and tears would haunt his ears, and she was sure that when he closed his eyes he'd see her pitiful face twisted in agony caused by him.. but it wasn't enough. She wanted him to not be able to escape it even when his eyes were open..

As he climbed on top of her, Lust lashed out with her claw like nails. Her nails could ignite that burn of pleasure but right now they were weapons and she didn't hold back. One hand slashed at his chest, deep enough to draw blood and her other went for his face/neck. Let everyone see your true nature, and when faced with a mirror, let you never escape your real self.

Nicholas grunted and then cried out in pain, but it didn't stop him. He didn't let the pain discourage him. He shoved her skirt up and despite her struggles, he was stronger (at least he thought so and Lust was playing it well). He pressed himself inside her and his moan of pleasure was quite close to a howl. He had been wanting her and waiting for her and burning for her for so long and now here she was. She was his.

Lust could be overpowered by Nicholas even if she put up a fight but it just wouldn't be anywhere near this easy. But it was all part of the fun. She let out a strangled scream but quietly smiled when she felt him enter her and wanted to laugh at his cry of relief. Silly boy.. the best part about it was that sex with Lust was amazing every time. Faux violation or not and no matter how much he might hate himself for it later, he'd always remember that he enjoyed it.

Lust stayed pressed close to Nicholas as he did the deed, sniffling in his ear, small sobs that would break mortal's hearts coming from her. Perfect replicas of one's she'd heard before so knew were effective. She may be a Sin but she never felt bad about what she did.. just like with Nicholas. He could pretend to be the nice guy all he liked but he really wasn't. If this beast wasn't in him all along then there was no way this would have happened. Lust did not create, she simply unleashed what was already there.

Nicholas groaned and grunted and when he finished, he rolled off of her, sparks and stars dancing in front of his eyes. It was the best sex he had ever had and he felt satisfied and happy. He flung an arm up over his head and sighed with relief.

"You can let yourself out," he said, for some reason not even worrying that she would report him. He probably should have. It would hit him later, as would the weight of what he had done. For now, he was warm in the afterglow of getting what he had been yearning after far too long.

As soon as Nicholas rolled off her, the tears instantly stopped. Lust sat up and fixed her hair, the performance was over, what did she care. Nicholas was so far gone in ecstasy she could have done the dance of the seven veils naked and he wouldn't have noticed. She grabbed her torn shirt and ran it up the insides of her legs, wiping his seed off her skin and then tossing the ruined piece of clothing over her shoulder onto the floor as she sauntered out.

She wished she could be there to see when Nicky dear crashed from his high.. but you know, a job well done was it's own reward.

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Scars can totally fade if you want if he gets any, don't wanna godmod disfiguration for life >_>

I don't mind! :D

You're so cruel to him XD

I am a bad character mother >:D

lol you're the best mom ever, "Here, have scars and go rape a girl and be everything you hate =D"