Inspired by Sia's song because I am obsessed and you should all listen to it~

Rating: E

"Is this seat taken?"

Karin looked up from her martini and into the eyes of the waiting gentleman. She frowned slightly, but when she noticed his uninterested expression, the way his eyes, the same eerie blue as her drink, didn't stray down to her cleavage, she knew that he really just wanted the seat and nothing else. She inclined her head.

He climbed onto the stool, not particularly tall but not short either. His hair was surprisingly white for such a young-looking man, wisps of it fluttering in the bar's air conditioning. "Thanks," he told her distractedly, waving down the bartender.

"No problem." She turned away, but couldn't help watching him out of the corner of her eye. He was attractive, dressed sharply in a black suit, her lips parting as he idly unbuttoned the first few buttons of his black shirt and revealed the pale, smooth skin underneath. He was polite, thanking the bartender when his whiskey on the rocks was placed in front of him. And after slightly lifting his glass to her, he turned away, nursing his drink in silence.

Her interest was officially piqued. He was making her rethink her plans for the night.

Deliberately, she shifted, the high slit in her dress flashing her thigh. Her companion's eyes flickered in her direction, flashing in the low light, but when he did nothing but wave the bartender down for a refill, she frowned to herself.

She liked the quiet, shy types for this kind of thing, because they tended to let her have her way. But that also meant she would have to do all of the work.

"So," he said suddenly, snapping her out of her reverie. His voice was husky, as if it had been rolled in gravel, and it made Karin's skin tingle pleasantly. "Are you here for business or pleasure?"

She took a sip of her drink, turning to face him. "Business," she allowed, pleasantly surprised. This might not be as tedious as she thought. "Yourself?"

"Same."

She couldn't help but laugh at the stony look on his face. "Long day?" she teased.

His lips quirked. "You could say that. I'm…working back to back shifts."

"I know what that's like." She was surprised at herself, usually preferring to drink alone, in silence, before a job. But her companion wasn't pushy, and she knew from earlier that he was perfectly content drinking quietly as well. They were both choosing to have small talk with each other, and that intrigued her. She reached a recently-manicured hand his way. "Karin."

And immediately wanted to kick herself.

Still, the man didn't seem to notice her moment of panic, slipping his hand into hers. "Toshiro."

She shifted uneasily, momentarily thrown. Toshiro seemed to read her body language, cocking his head in question, but Karin just slightly rearranged the top of her dress, as if the low-cut neckline had merely made her wary of a wardrobe malfunction. It was a stupid mistake, but most likely wasn't worth worrying about. She cleared her throat, reluctantly letting go of his cool fingers. If she was smart, she would leave now, but to be honest, her mind had been made up the moment he sat down.

She was here for business, but no one ever said business couldn't be pleasurable. Besides, she always did better on the job after a good lay.

"So, Toshiro." She lifted her drink, leaving a ring of condensation on the countertop. Took a sip. "How would you feel about a little company tonight?"

His eyes widened a fraction before he cleared his throat, uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, but I don't usually pay for—"

Her head cocked to the side, a grin stretching across her face. "You think I'm a prostitute?"

"…You're not?" he asked slowly, a panicked flush creeping over his features. "You said you were here for work and you were sitting at the bar alone and you propositioned me so I just thought—"

"Not a prostitute," she confirmed, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Just horny. Man, can't a girl dress up and get a drink alone in the bar of a fancy hotel without people assuming she's a high-end prostitute?" She gave him a sidelong look. "High-end, right?"

"Of course." He sighed audibly, running a hand through his stark hair and holding it there. "I am so sorry."

"Don't worry about it," she said, laughing. Her foot tapped him below the knee. "So is that a yes or no?"

"What?"

Her foot crept a little higher, and his attention wandered to it. "Do you want to fuck me?" His gaze snapped back to hers at that. "It's okay to say no. I'll find someone else."

"No." He cleared his throat, hand twisting around his glass. "I mean, I want to."

Her night was getting more interesting by the second. She leaned closer to him, a hand lightly tracing circles into his thigh, breath misting his face. "You want to what?" she prompted, her voice quiet.

His eyes visibly darkened, their hue now almost a forest green. And for a split second, she could have sworn his expression was just as dark, sending a thrill down her spine. But then it was gone, replaced by his cool, mild-mannered façade. But maybe she had just imagined it in the first place? She had taken him for the quiet, submissive type, but she was starting to realize she might have been wrong.

He took a long swig from his glass, draining the contents. He licked his lips. "I want to fuck you," he said, lowly and serenely.

Well. She smiled mischievously. "And how do you want to fuck me?"

He stood in answer, holding a hand out to her.

"Don't I get to finish my drink?" Karin asked, amused. Still, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to guide her off her stool.

"You don't even want it," he said coolly, guiding her hand into the crook of his elbow. They left the bar and entered the lobby. "You probably would have enjoyed mine more."

She looked at him, startled. "What makes you say that?" she asked, tone purposely light.

Toshiro paused, pressing the up button on the elevator, and then, impatiently, a couple more times. "You just don't seem like the fruity cocktail type, I guess."

Karin's eyebrows rose, but she didn't say anything. She wondered what about her fancy evening gown and high, high heels gave him that impression.

~.~.~

She turned, sweeping her long hair over one shoulder. "Help me get out of this dress."

Dutifully, he reached for the zipper and slowly inched it down, revealing the smooth expanse of her pale back. When she removed her arms from the holes, the red dress pooled to the floor.

She heard him swallow when he realized she wore nothing underneath it.

Her ego stoked, Karin turned to meet him, her nipples pink and puckering in the cool air. Toshiro immediately lasered in on them, her barbell nipple piercings no doubt demanding his attention.

"You can touch them," she reminded him, taking one of his hands and placing it on her breast. His thumb brushed a barbell before he moved it away. "That's kind of what they're for."

"Sorry," he murmured, giving the underside of her breast a squeeze and trailing fingers down her side. "I've just..." He looked indecisive, and when he made no move to touch them again, Karin inwardly shrugged. It looked like she was going to be taking the lead after all. Fine by her.

Quickly, she reached for his pants, his breath audibly hitching as her fingers nimbly undid his belt. "I just have one rule," she said conversationally. Briefly, her hand slipped inside the gap, met with a hardness that was radiating heat. "No kissing." She gave him a testing stroke through his underwear, and he stopped breathing altogether, his pelvis arching into her before he could control himself. She smirked, removing her hand.

He was full-mast—the work was already done.

"You won't be needing this," she said softly, working her hands beneath his blazer and sliding it off of his shoulders. In other circumstances, it would be strange to methodically undress a grown man; now, it turned her on to see how much it turned him on to watch her do so. The hairs on her arms stood at the intense look he gave her as she undid his dress shirt one button at a time, lips quirking as the light scrape of her nails along his chest made goosebumps race to the surface.

And then she removed her touch altogether, stepping away. Toshiro looked at her, bewildered.

She stood there, hair inking wavy patterns across her skin, naked as the day she was born minus the stilettos she still wore. She gave his half-clothed form a calculated, appraising look, tongue darting across her lips as she thought. "Take off your pants," she demanded.

He blinked at her, pupils dilated, irises green with lust. For a moment, his features looked hard, almost feral in the low lighting, but then he slid his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes.

Karin eyed the prominent bulge beneath the dark boxer-briefs. "Those too," she ordered with an incline of her head.

He complied, his erection springing free to thump against his abdominals. A bit of precum smeared there, already beading at the head of his shaft. Karin throbbed between the legs at the sight. But it wasn't enough to make her forget an important factor in the equation.

"Unfortunately" —she bent over procure a foil packet from her clutch, and felt his eyes on her ass, her pubic hair, her slightly-spread sex—"you're going to have to wear one of these."

Technically, she was on the shot, but that was none of his business and he didn't have to know. While she enjoyed casual sex, she never partook without a rubber. Sexy as he was, she just didn't know this guy well enough to go at it unguarded.

Ripping the packet open with her teeth, she gestured towards the bed. "Sit down."

He did, on the edge, pulse jumping in his clenched jaw, cock twitching as she drew near again and rolled the condom down it.

"Relax." She lightly massaged his shoulders with her palms, reaching a leg across him and centering herself over his lap. When she slid herself up the length of him, they both stopped breathing. She chuckled into his hair. "Enjoy the ride."

She dragged herself along him a few more times, using her grip on his shoulders to steady herself. His hands fisted the blanket in response, hot breath escaping his nose like a bull.

It was strange, Karin felt, that he seemed so hesitant, that he was trying to show restraint. It was she that had propositioned him, so obviously she wanted him to touch her. But maybe he was just shy. He probably didn't do this kind of thing—this sexing up random strangers thing—well, ever.

She would just have to force a reaction out of him.

Without preamble, she grabbed him with her hand and guided him inside her. She shuddered as she slowly pushed down, as he spread her wide until he was encased to the hilt and she sitting flush against him.

She was close enough to hear him swear under his breath, and she hummed contentedly, using her knees as leverage to rise off him and slowly come back down. "This is nice, isn't it?" she asked, swirling her hips leisurely. "Taking it slow."

She laughed at the almost-constipated look on his face. Testing, she gave a few hard, bouncing thrusts, the bedsprings creaking with her movement, and she delighted in the way his eyes glazed over and his mouth went slack. "Well if you want to be fucked, then act like it," she demanded.

As if she had turned on a switch, suddenly his hands were right on her hips, forcing her up and down his shaft at a much faster pace. Karin grunted, eyes momentarily closing at the sudden delicious friction. Growling, she pushed on his chest until he fell back against the bed and she could use his chest as leverage to brutally force him inside her.

A couple times, it felt as if he was going to flip them over, but instead, he seemed content to watch her tits bounce as she rode him, jumping erratically with each movement of their frenzied, sweaty bodies.

Karin sighed, the telltale fluttering low in her belly promising what was to come. As if noticing the sudden desperation of her hips, Toshiro moved a hand inward, fingers brushing over the dark curls there until he could press a sure thumb against her clit.

Moaning low and long, Karin surrendered as he seemed to play her like a fiddle—jackhammering into her from below, putting almost too much pressure on her clit and making her quiver and pulse around him—until she was finally undone, tossing her head back in bliss, body spasming before pulling taut enough to snap.

It was enough to pull him with her, choking on more swears as he pounded into her mercilessly, hold bruising, and finally climaxed.

Karin flopped forward and rested her face in the juncture of his neck, breathing hard, completely spent. Her companion softened inside her, but neither of them made an attempt to move.

They laid there long enough for his breathing to start to slow, and the dark-haired woman took that as her cue. With effort, she pushed herself off him, grimacing at the feel of him sliding out.

Toshiro stirred, sitting up on his elbows and peeking at her from beneath snowy eyelashes. Eyes slanted almost shut, making him look like a contented cat. "You can stay if you'd like."

Karin brushed a few errant hairs away from her face and reached for her discarded dress. "Thanks, but I'd rather not."

He said nothing as he watched her slip the dress over her head.

Pulling up the zipper, smoothing out the garment, and making sure everything was in place, she turned to him again. "Thanks, I had a great time. See you around."

And before he could reply, she opened the door and left.

~.~.~

She was satiated—calm, relaxed. The itch had been scratched. Now it was time to get to work.

Sex always steadied her hand, she mused as she cut into the man's throat like butter, the gaping flesh a scarlet smile. Himura clutched it with both hands, but it was futile. His life was leaving him in a ruby fountain, his heart stupidly pumping it out between his fingers.

Karin watched, interested. It was still dark outside—late at night, or early in the morning, however you wanted to look at it—but she had made sure to turn the light on so the asshole would see her face as he bled to death. So she could feel the warming shiver she always got when she made blood pool in the sheets.

Technically, the man didn't have to die in such a messy way, and Ururu and Jinta were going to be pissed when they came to clean up after her and caught sight of the mess she'd made. But Himura was a rapist, so Karin found a bullet to the head to be too merciful. The satisfaction she got from watching blood bubble from his lips was plenty justifiable in her book.

Which is why, after leaving her fuckbuddy's hotel room, she had made her way back to her own, put her hair into a ponytail, and changed into a black shirt and black pants—something that would call less attention to herself.

Something that would hide the blood.

Then, using the extra room key that idiot Himura had slipped her earlier that night, she roused her victim. Just enough so that he would be conscious, so that she could see the recognition in his eyes before she slit his throat.

"You know," she said conversationally, meeting his eyes. They were bugging out of his head. "The next time you try to pick up girls, you should consider asking them what they'd like to drink. So they don't get stuck sipping blue bullshit."

He gurgled, dark liquid pooling below his neck.

"If you had considered what they wanted for once, you wouldn't have felt the need to force your pathetic chode on them." Her words were angry, her blood was boiling, but her voice was soft. Tone controlled. It would be a rookie mistake to let this fuckwad get into her head. Just watching him drown in his own blood was enough. "Ever think of that, you son of a bitch?"

She knew the exact moment when he left his body. One moment, he was making a noise similar to what she thought a fish out of water would make, and the next the fear was gone from his eyes. Everything was gone.

"Piece of shit," Karin swore, wiping her bloody blade on the stained comforter a few times. Himura had still died too quickly for her liking; she would have liked to have tied him up and shoved a few of his own toes down his windpipe, made him beg for the oblivion of death. But she was a professional, and the job was done.

Mildly irritated, she texted the room number to the contact in her phone marked Cleaners and left.

~.~.~

"The mark has been dealt with," Karin said airily. It was the next morning, and she was eating breakfast in bed before she checked out. "The job is done."

"Excellent, Agent Red," the soft voice replied, though it didn't sound especially happy about it.

Karin frowned, chewing her eggs slowly. "What's the matter, Agent Pink?"

Pink paused. "You have another mark."

"Already?" Karin asked, bewildered. "I'm still washing off the evidence of the last one."

"I'm sending the info to your tablet," Pink continued. "You...you need to take this one."

"When have I ever refused a job?" Karin mumbled around her food. She picked up the tablet from her nightstand, and opened the incoming document. "I'll get to it right after…"

At the picture on her screen, her blood immediately ran cold. Her voice froze in her throat.

Toshiro stared back at her.

"It's of the highest importance that the mark be handled immediately," Pink said seriously.

"W-What?" Karin finally managed to croak. She scanned the details quickly, her eyes growing wide as saucers. "The Society? I thought we had an agreement with them! What happened to our longstanding deal to ignore each other and not get in each other's way—"

Pink snorted. "Not valid anymore, apparently. You've appeared in their database. For some reason, you're now a target. And Agent Dragon has taken the case."

She ran a hand through her hair, holding it there. This could not be happening. The world was a fucked up place and karma was an enormous bitch.

"You need to be careful," Pink continued, worry tainting her tone. It was one of the reasons Pink was more suited to intelligence than the field—she didn't have as tight a rein on her emotions as Karin did. "Agent Dragon is dangerous. He is one of The Society's best agents. It might be in your best interest to find him before he finds you."

Her heart thudded in her ears. She swallowed. "Don't you have faith in me, Yu?"

She could almost see her sister's soft gaze through the phone. "Of course I do. But that doesn't mean I can't ask you to watch your back."

Her eyes steeled. "I always do."

~.~.~

She rapped twice on the door, mouth pursed in determination. It was easy enough to get a maid's uniform—disgustingly ruffled dress, knee-highs with little bows on them, and even a stupid little bonnet—and even easier to procure a master key. Find him before he finds you, her twin had said. It was much too late for that. But at the very least, he wasn't aware she knew of his identity. She could jump him before he jumped her.

"Housekeeping," she said softly, reaching into the bust of her uniform and making sure her back was to the hall's camera. The gun was warm in her hand, familiar, and she quickly clicked off the safety and used the key to open the door.

Slowly, she stalked into the room, eyes roving it for signs of life, gun extended and ready to fire a bullet into his brain. She frowned when she saw no one, nerves on edge. "Housekeeping," she said again.

Suddenly, there was a body behind hers, an arm quickly wrapping around her midsection. "Are you, now." She jumped in alarm, but it was too late. Toshiro grabbed her shooting hand and pressed her into him. "That's not what I heard."

"And what exactly did you hear?" Her voice was even, calm. But Karin struggled to calm her pounding heart.

"Agent zero two eight three," he said calmly, twisting her wrist so far back that she hissed through her teeth, gun clattering uselessly to the ground. "Codename: Red."

His free hand inched up her legs, creeping between her slightly parted thighs and leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Specialty," he breathed against the shell of her ear, fingertips dangerously close to the edge of her underwear before backtracking and brushing over her thigh holster. "Knives."

And then her knife was gone, making her growl in anger and frustration. Before he could even get a proper hold on the handle, she snapped her head back, hitting his jaw hard enough for her to see stars. Startled, he dropped the dagger, instinctively kicking it out of her reach and clutching her even closer to his body.

Close enough for her to feel a prominent part of him jutting into her ass.

"Oh," she breathed, a smirk on her lips. "Do you get off on pain?" A testing roll of her hips made him pause. Distracted him just enough. "Well it's a good thing I like inflicting it, then."

An elbow smashed into his solar plexus, knocking the air right out of him, and Karin was free to turn and punch him in the face with an audible crack. He staggered a bit, knocking into the door. Noticing the gun was too far behind him to access safely, Karin scrambled for her blade, but soon found herself flattened, face down to the ground, as he rushed her, stopping her fingers from wrapping around the handle.

She squirmed, managing to flip over beneath him, only for him to grab her by the throat. Knees on either side of her hips, he leaned over and choked her with both hands, teal eyes impassively watching her scratch at him in an effort to lessen the pressure on her trachea. He was only in sweatpants, his shirtless torso rippling with the effort of keeping her immobile. Beneath his lips, his tongue slowly roved his mouth, and she watched as he spat out a tooth, leaving a bloody trail dribbling down his chin. "Himura was mine, you know," he said mildly, ignoring the red lines her nails created on his skin. "You stole my mark. Beautiful work, but he was mine. After I was done with you, of course."

Panicking a little, Karin flailed her feet, lifting her pelvis in the process and meeting his.

He paused, lessening his grip on her throat just enough for her to be able to take a gulp of air. His eyes pierced into hers. "Stop that."

Delirious, vision spotty, she did it again, groaning, her voice tinged with pain and a little something else. Toshiro noticed, lips parting as he placed slightly more pressure on her throat. Karin hummed, rolling against the bulge in his pants.

"You like that," he mused softly, eyes drawn to the way her breasts threatened to heave out of the top of her uniform. "Don't you?"

In response, she reached for him, and when he let her pull his face down to her level, she licked the blood from his skin until his tongue met hers. Karin smiled at the metallic taste of him, grunting when a hand left her neck and rushed up her dress, ripping aside her already soaked panties. There was the snapping sound of torn fabric, but neither of them cared, Karin wiggling anxiously as the cooler air hit her warm, sensitive flesh.

He easily sunk a finger in her to the third knuckle, and they both seemed to hold their breaths.

"You asked how I wanted to fuck you. Last night." He was speaking lowly, as if they were still downstairs, sitting side by side at the bar, and he didn't want anyone other than her to hear him. His finger slowly exited her, before being sucked back in by the pulsing heat. "Hard and fast. If we hadn't left when we did, I might have fucked you right there."

Her skin rippled at the admission. She imagined him sweeping everything off a table—tablecloth sliding, glasses shattering—and bending her over it, the wood creaking with the force of him taking her from behind. She groaned, thighs squeezing together and momentarily trapping his hand between them.

"Then prove it," she hissed, pushing her hips down in an attempt to draw him further inside.

With a growl, he slipped out of her, other hand releasing her throat. She was already starting to color there, dark marks in the shape of his hands. Impatiently, he pushed her dress up her torso, forcing her knees apart so he could fit between them.

With hurried hands, she slipped his sweatpants over his ass, and he backed away a little to help her, sliding the pants to his ankles and freeing his cock from its confines. It bobbed, already rock hard, and Karin bit her lip looking at it, allowing him to lift her hips to the right angle before he pushed roughly inside.

Her mouth formed a soundless O, speechless at the feeling of him filling her so completely. Toshiro wasted no time, his hold on her hips bruising as he slammed into her, pulling her forward to meet his onslaught. Grunting over the wet slapping sound, her hand reached down to meet one of his.

His pace faltered a bit as he watched her place his hand back at her throat, but then he tightened his grip around it, the storm in his eyes raging as she choked, her back arching in pleasure.

Karin vaguely realized that the carpet would rub her raw, but she couldn't feel the burn, not when the rest of her body was equally blazing. She clawed at him, leaving her mark all over his arms, and he hissed, twisting his hips in a way that made her eyes roll up in her head.

And then he stopped completely. Karin huffed, wiggling in protest, and he smirked, hand leaving her hip and yanking on the neckline of her dress, choking her further as the material fought the tension, threatening to rip. A rosy nipple escaped, already pebbled, and he leaned over her and lapped at it with varying pressure, teeth lightly scraping the skin and tugging on the end of the barbell.

"I knew you liked it," she said breathlessly as his hips continued motion, this time at a slow grind. "I knew you liked my piercing."

He hummed in agreement against her, hand freeing her other breast and twisting its peak.

She arched into his mouth, his hand. Pulled him up slightly by his hair, resting her lips at the juncture of his neck, sucking on his thundering pulse. Remembering how he reacted to pain, she bit him hard enough to break the skin, metal meeting her tongue again. He moaned, snapping his hips with enough force to make her pant, for her legs to start shaking. Mildly, at first, but when she squeezed a hand between them and roughly circled her clit with excited fingers, she bucked, her legs flailing violently.

He paused in the worshipping of her breasts to watch her face as she came, her hold on his hair borderline painful, her heels digging into his backside in an effort to force him farther inside. She made no sound, but her expression—eyes squeezed shut, mouth parted, as if surprised—was so erotic that he slammed into her, slanting his mouth over hers, trying to devour her. Quickly nearing his own end.

And it was when he finally did, grunting against her tongue, hot spurts of his seed coating her insides, that Karin reached up and wrapped a hand around the knife handle.

He collapsed onto her chest, but immediately froze at the feeling of cold steel biting his neck.

Neither of them moved.

"Such a shame," Karin murmured, placing a peck on the center of his lips, and then again at the corner of them. "I like you."

He met her eyes, intense stare making her skin ripple.

She sighed, pushing on his chest, and he moved off of her; her hips shifted, and he slid out. With deliberate movements, she removed the knife, admiring the thin scarlet line left in its wake. The blade was returned to its holster high on her thigh, and then she stood, patting her dress back into place and ignoring the wetness creeping down her legs.

He watched her intently from the floor as she picked up her wayward gun. Her lips quirked, and she slipped it back in the top of her dress. I could kill you, her knife had said. "You live another day, Agent Dragon."

I'm not done playing, her eyes said now.

A smirk crept onto his face.

She opened the door, scouting for any passersby, before sparing a final glance at him over her shoulder. "The next time we meet, you won't be so lucky."

"We'll see about that," he replied, tone insinuating dark, delicious things.

As she shut the door behind her, legs jelly, Karin brainstormed the best way to tell Yuzu that she had let the mark get away. It wasn't like her; Karin always finished the job. Still, it wasn't like her mission was failed—there would be plenty of opportunities to end Toshiro's life. He would definitely cross paths with her again, most likely sooner than later, and she would be ready.

Her tongue glided over her lips, tasting him there.

Yes, she would be.

A/N: Cue Aizen pitting The Society against the Kurosakis as a distraction while he tries to take over the organization. Fucking shit up as per usual. And when Hitsu and Karin eventually figure it out, they of course join forces. But not before they have lots of hate sex ok

As you can see, I've got a full chapter fic planned out. What else is new. Will I ever write it? probably not lol. But never say never ^_^

Nipple-ring!Karin finally exists and you all should thank me ;D