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Hilde stumbled her way to the kitchen sleepily. The night had been restless, as usual. Did she feel guilty for what they were doing? Maybe a little... But her dreams... Those dreams held nothing of accusing nightmares, they were steamy, erotic, unbearable dreams.

And Zechs never had the slightest part in them.

She sighed heavily, as she caught sight of a silky tousled braid, and two hands busy torturing an egg in a frying pan.

"Oi Hildy! I made breakfast!" He chirped gleefully, handing her a plate with two yellow and black objects, dying slowly on something that could only be identified as toast.

She watched his happy goofy grin, his careless demeanor. He really saw nothing. And she felt so tired... Tired of hiding things to him, tired of waiting for him to realize that, if she stayed, it wasn't for the view. Just tired.

"Hello... Duo." She smiled softly, sitting and staring absentedly at the ominous mixture adorning her plate.

"I know I'm a bad cook... But you're not hungry? Is something wrong?" He asked tentatively, observing her as she poked silently her food with her fork.

"I... No! It's okay!" She smiled a bright fake smile. No it wasn't.

He choosed to ignore her hesitation and grinned as hard as he could. "Marquise will come to retrieve a report this morning, for Preventers, I guess he'll be there soon, but I have to go and take those parts with Hershey, or else I'll never have a chance to get'em... I told you about it, copyrighted AC 161, a miracle..." He said casually, munching his toast and almost throwing his plate in the sink in his haste.

She blinked, unable to utter a single word. Him. Here. They had agreed never to meet here. Ever. How could he?

He noticed her sudden coldness, but merely put it down to the reputation that Marquise had earned himself with the White Fang. "I'll go now, Just give him the green folder and the red one with the pictures, 'kay?"

She didn't even move when she heard thee door slam. How could he?

She was interrupted in her thoughts by a loud knock a the door. She jumped up, and ran, despite herself, to answer.

He was there, handsome, as always, smiling faintly, despite his seriousness, leaning against the doorframe. "Do I disturb?" He asked, smugly, she thought.

"Yes." She gasped.

Then, she simply handed him the files, praying that he would leave. She couldn't explain why, but, if their night sessions seemed ordinanry, she felt awfully wrong meeting him there. She felt like she was cheating on a Shinigami who wasn't even hers.

He repressed a grin at her behavior. So shy. Very new, indeed... he couldn't help but smirk, though, as he witnessed the growing uneasiness on her features, considering that he didn't seem ready to leave yet. "Don't act wary with me. I'm going to enter anyway, I'm afraid we need to talk."

She paled noticeably at his statement.

He followed her into the small kitchen, eyeing with a certain amusement the 'breakfast' and spotted the dossiers that were to be taken care of. "I'm keeping this." he said, waving the folders in front of her, "But there is something else."

She stared at him, burning with untold apprehension and curiosity.

"I want you to move in." He stated, as clearly as possible.

She blinked in uncomprehension "W... What?"

"With me." The last words were said softly and calmly, which would have relieve the tension, he if hadn't acted on them by leaning swiftly and pin her against the edge of the table.

She gasped softly, instincts taking over as her leaned closer an brushed her lips with his, whispering, "I'll have you know... That I won't take 'No' as an answer."

"Joker." She blurted out, before he crushed her soft lips with his, prying her mouth open with an eager tongue.

She burried her small hands in the long platinum locks, as he fondled and explored her mouth rather roughly.

Soon enough, though, the kiss was broken, as he descended on her neck, suckling and nibbling at the warm flesh. "Say yes." He groaned, as his hands found their way under her shirt and grabbed her small breasts, not thwarted by any bra.

He lifted her so she was comfortably sitting on the table, wiping with a feverish hand the remnants of the food, breaking two plates in the process, and massaged the supple mounds insistently, almost kneading them like dough, pinching, twisting and rolling her hardening nipples. She moaned at the half-pain, but lost her voice when he tugged sharply at her shorts, leaving only white lace panties, that didn't stand a chance gainst his questing hands.

His hands slid inside the already wet panties, his forefinger and middle finger rubbing and rolling her clitoris harder than she could stand.

He smirked at the increasing wetness against his hand and suddenly, removed his fingers to only let one, grazing the aching little nub teasingly, brushing long enough to let the pressure build, removing it systematically before she had a chance to come. The change of rhythm and the excrutiating treat got the best of her, and she found herself unzipping his pants, moaning, pleading and squirming to escape that torturous finger.

She grabbed his now freed erection and placed the tip at her entrance, with begging puppy eyes. But he didn't give in immediatly, instead, he drummed ever so slightly on her pulsing spot with deft fingers once more, enjoying the way she arched her back seeking more and trying to escape it at the same time.

Eventually, he got tired of the game too and rubbed fiercely her clitoris, triggering the long awaited release, he watched her cling to him and reveled in the shaky moans escaping her red and swollen lips. Her orgasm finally died down, ending with a sensuous and satisfied sigh and he pushed violently inside her, taking her off guard, and forcing her to grip the edge of the table. She threw her head back at the sensations, and closed her eyes, as he grabbed her thighs to pound inside her.

Hilde licked her lips and laid her back flat on the table, moaning softly with each powerful thrust, rubbing rhythmically against the cold material. She gasped at a particularly savage, almost painful thrust, that threatened to send her over the edge and opened slightly her eyes.

What she saw killed any kind of orgasm that had been building inside her. Two horrified, disgusted, broken-hearted violet eyes were staring in disbelief at her body, swaying with Zech's thrusts deep inside her. She felt him groan, his burning manhood throbbing inside her and her came with an animalistic growl.

There was an eerie silence, as Duo stared in a stunned daze at the white, thick, hot and creamy liquid running slowly down her thighs, then at her ashamed eyes and his remorseless ones.

"I... I had just... Forgot my... Cap. I... I'm sorry!" He stammered, before running away as fast as his legs would allow.

She heard the door slam and looked up at her lover, biting her lip.

"Say yes." He only demanded, stroking her thigh comfortingly.

She gazed at his blue eyes. She could almost have cried, but it was done, and at least, she didn't have to ask herself anything anymore. Fate had chosen for her.

"Yes."

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