A/N. I know, I know, I have Rotten Heart going on but this idea right here didn't want to get away anymore, so I had to write it. As a warning before you start reading it, it's rated M for a very good reason. Blood, violence, drugs, murder, sex and a lot more will be in almost every chapter. I'll put warnings on top of the chapter if it gets heavy but I won't tell you every time when there's consensual sex or something. I also won't forget Rotten Heart, don't worry. Hope you enjoy it!

Did you ever ask yourself what would happen if the wolf and the lamb would meet?
The wolf would try to kill the lamb, right?
He might try but what if they fall in love?
That's impossible.
I wouldn't say that.

The rain was pouring down the streets of New York, people running around with bags or papers over their heads: they hadn't expected the rain to be so heavy today.

But far away from all the activity in the streets, away from curious eyes, away from everything was a man fighting for his life in a dark alley, already knowing he wouldn't get out of there. He should have thought about that before. He should have known that betrayal would lead to death but he didn't think about it when he grabbed the money and raced away. Only hours later, they had found him and sentenced him to death.

There was no other verdict when it was about betrayal.

The condemned man was kneeling in the dirt, his whole body shaking and his clothes damp. Around him where three men, their faces obscured by black masks, one with a gun in his hand; all three harbingers of death - his executioners.

"Please, please don't!" His voice was full of despair, tears in his eyes but they didn't care. The armed one raised his weapon to the head of his prey, holding it right in the centre of his temple, the cold steel pressing against the warm skin.

He wanted to cry out; to beg forgiveness. But it was too late. He should have considered the consequences of his actions earlier. He froze and only a heartbeat later a dull sound reverberated around the alley.

The dead body fell to the ground with a soft thud, the trickling blood mixing with the cold rain and the three man looking down on him.

After a few moments, one of them took the mask off, putting it into the pocket of his coat along the gun he had just fired. "We're done here", he said and heard one of the others groan in annoyance.

"Thank you, I would never have noticed that. What now? What are we going to do with him? I really don't wanna have to have him the back of my car or throw him into the next river." He rubbed the back of his head before he pulled his own mask off. None of the men cared about the fact that they just took a life. They never cared. Why should they? It was work.

"Jefferson's right. We should just go", the blonde man with the boyish looks said. Jefferson's laugh echoed in the alley. "See, Felix gets it!" He grinned at the boy while the brown haired man with the gun just sighed but nodded.

"Fine, we go." August was normally the only one who wanted to hide the body somewhere but he knew as much as the other two that no one would find the body before morning. They would be long gone. It was no risk at all, they were good at what they were doing. Nobody expected them to be killers, they were normal people right now and their second personality, their second life came only out at night when most people slept or stopped caring what was happening around them.

The three man walked out of the alley, mixing in with the pedestrians on the street whilst the dark clouds began to pass over and it got brighter. The storm was almost over, the rain becoming lighter.

Jefferson (also called the Mad Hatter or Mad Jeff), was one of the restless kinds of people. He hated work that was under his level, detested more effort than actually needed and he loved killing far too much to be healthy. After loosing his wife and daughter he had fallen apart, almost turning mad with grief until his current employer had picked him up and dragged him out of the dirt to put his talents to better use.

August was more of a thinker, he was the intelligence of the group. He organized everything the three did after getting the orders from their employer. He didn't like messy work, preferring to finish everything up neatly. Indeed he was a perfectionist and more quiet than the other two. He had spent most of his life drinking alcohol and using drugs, his family had kicked him out and he found his new family in the crew of the Jolly Roger, even if he still thought that it was a stupid name.

Felix was one of those foster home kids who ran away because their lives sucked and they dreamed of something more, only to find something worse. He had spent a lot of time on the streets, nursing a grown problems with aggression. One day he had been so desperate to get some money for food he had been about to sell his body to some shady guys, but meeting with their employer saved him and made him the killer he is today.

After dispersing into the passers by, they had regrouped a few blocks away. From their they walked to Granny's diner, a place where they ate often, regular customers giving no hint to their occupations. The owner liked them and particularly their apptetite.

"Hello boys, what can I do for you today? Something hot after such a storm?" Granny asked as soon as they were inside. Felix bowed down to shake his hair slightly, throwing the water drops around just to get a slap from Jefferson. "Stop that! I'm already wet enough!"

Meanwhile, August had walked up Granny who stood at the counter, giving her a warm smile. "The usual."

The old woman nodded and vanished in the kitchen before he turned to the man on his side. His dark hair was messy but not wet at all, he must have missed the rain or drove here. His hands were around a glass of rum and only after he had made sure that Granny was in the kitchen, he turned his face to August.

"The job is done." the brown haired man said, getting a nod as an answer. "Good. Any news from Pan?" August shook his head and sat down on the stool next to him, running his hand through his wet hair before he looked over to the other two man, sat at their usual table.

"Not yet. But there are rumors about the change in the Underground. I'm sure the cops know that already." He swallowed briefly before he leaned closer so that only the other man could hear him. "I don't know what you think, Hook but they might be on our tracks." It was silent for a moment before the other man started to laugh and took another sip from his rum.

"Please. They know shit and it will be like that for a while. All they know is that Rumplestiltskin is gone for good."

August sighed and nodded before he moved off the stool, Hook doing the same. "Are you going to check what Pan is up to?" he asked and got another nod as an answer, watching how the other man pulled his hood up his head, putting some money on the counter for Granny and vanishing out of the diner. August shook his head slightly before he turned to the other two who were still trying to get as dry their sodden clothes and hair.

Pan, actually Peter Pan, was the youngest of the group and the eyes and ears of Hook. He couldn't even really remember why they had picked that nickname for the boy, but it fitted. After nineteen years of pure shit in life, the boy still didn't want to grow up, no matter how much blood he had on his hands. Hook had picked him up round about four years ago, fed him, gave him a bed to sleep and made him part of the family.
Hook texted Pan while he was on his way to the Rabbit Hole, one of his favourite bars. He needed a drink - maybe a few and then he would find some woman that could make him forget everything about this day. A few minutes later he got a text back and frowned slightly.

'Aye Captain. Back tomorrow with information. Don't drink too much'

He huffed and shook his head slightly, the boy knew what he was up to. They were very similar and brothers in a way. Pan was his Beta in his pack of wolves, waiting to rip some sheep apart but he had no idea he would meet the lamb that would change his world forever soon.

"One more!"

The young woman yelled loudly across the bar and made her two friends flinch a little when everyone looked towards her. But she just raised her glass, waving it at the barkeeper who rolled his eyes and made her another drink, even through she had enough.

"Emma, you should really stop or slow down a little," said the black haired woman who shook her head at her friend's behavior. Mary Margret never liked drinking, at least, not the amount Emma found acceptable and she was already worried for her friend.

"You don't understand. I really need to get laid and for that, I need some alcohol!" Emma growled at her friend and smiled sweetly at the waiter when he brought her another drink. She grabbed the bottle of beer and put it down in front of her, receiving a judging look from Mary Margaret.

"Let her drink and have fun." Ruby interjected, grinning at Emma and getting a judging look from her other friend too. Ruby Lucas was always on Emma's side when it came to one night stands with handsome strangers they never had to see again, while Mary Margret had a husband at home.

Emma Swan for her part was just a single lady, working for the FBI. But today she had a day off - celebrating the close of a case that had stolen her sleep for the last few weeks just as much as it had stolen her sex life and right now, she just needed it. One handsome stranger, a quick fuck in the bathroom or a hotel room -she didn't take men home with her, they could get stupid ideas- without anything that even resembled feelings being involved. She didn't do feelings, she didn't do relationships, but she did do sex. A lot. When she had time.

"It's also quite late," Mary Margaret said again and whined slightly, getting a loud groan as an answer from Emma, who was nipping on her drink.

"Then you can go home and I'll find my stranger to fuck alone." Neither of her friends tried to stop her when she stood and started walking toward the counter.

"You think we can leave her alone?", Mary Margaret asked and looked at Ruby who just nodded.

"She is not as drunk as she seems. She would never get wasted." Both laughed a little and felt a bit guilty when they were about to leave but they knew Emma well enough to realize when she was in one of moods she could not be reasoned with.

Emma, however, was not amused with her new company, a blue haired guy -who the fuck colored their hair blue?- with a stupid grin on his lips who actually told her 'I'll fuck you tonight' and walked around with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, not just a glass, no a whole bottle. She didn't like him and suddenly it didn't matter anymore that she was looking for some guy to have sex with because this wouldn't be her guy.

"So, are you here alone tonight?" the guy asked after he had told her his name but she didn't even bother to remember it. She swallowed and took a sip from her drink, feeling the buzz in her head while she was looking around the room for richer pickings.

"Actually...", she started and almost panicked when the guy moved closer to her. Just then she felt the heat of a body pass behind her, she grabbed the arm of the man and pulled him close, ignoring the confusing on his face. "I'm here with my boyfriend. Sorry." She gave the blue haired guy a sweet smile and chuckled when he huffed at her and walked away.

Emma let out a loud sigh before she turned to the man and smiled apologizing to him, still holding his arm. "I'm so sorry but I was afraid he would never leave me alone." He looked down to his arm where her hand was and she pulled back immediately, a bit surprised when he sat down next to her. She took a moment to look at him, sea blue eyes, dark messy hair, red cheeks caused by alcohol and a stubble. He was perfect.

"Looks like I have a girlfriend for tonight", he said and laughed softly and fuck, he had an accent. Irish, probably. She swallowed and licked her lips before she took a stip from her beer, smiling at him. "Well, I didn't expect to have a boyfriend tonight either." Both laughed a moment before he put his glass down and reached out, holding his hand in front of her.

"Name's Killian." No mentioning of last names. She was starting to like him already and took his hand, shaking it slightly.

"Emma." He smiled back at her and she could see a little spark in his eyes that told her he wouldn't leave her alone tonight and, hell, she didn't want him to.

Emma lifted her bottle to take another sip but pouted when she realized it was empty. Without asking, Killian waved at the bartender and ordered new drinks for both of them. "I hope you like rum." He grinned at her and took the glasses from the man behind the counter, giving her one of them. "Of course!", she said and grinned back at him, taking a sip from the rum, feeling the burn in her throat.

"So, Emma. What are you doing here tonight? Except drinking and looking for a one night boyfriend", he asked and smirked at her, licking his lips slowly and she could swear that her heart stopped for a moment. Damn, he was hot and she was horny.

"Trying to enjoy my day off. I was here with some friends but they just left and now I want to drink and have some fun." Oh yeah, she was going to have fun with him, she didn't even doubt that. "What about you?", she asked him and tilted her head slightly, biting her bottom lip while she watched how he took a sip from his rum like it was water.

"Trying to forget my shitty day." She frowned slightly and shifted closer to him with the urge to ask what had happened but that could be odd - too personal. She was a stranger to him as much as he was a stranger to her and she wanted to keep it like that.

Emma put her hand down on his thigh, moving it up slowly towards his crotch while she looked at him with pure innocence, playing with the rim of her glass. "Care to help me have some fun?" Her voice was low and seductive, she wasn't in the mood for small talk. She liked him, he was handsome as fuck and the way he licked his tongue showed that he had a talented mouth.

A grin settled on his lips and he pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, also shifting closer to her before he leaned forward next to her ear. "Care to make me forget?" His voice and his breath on her skin made her shiver, she felt the goosebumps creeping up on her skin and when he pulled back she smirked at him and got up, taking his hand.

He had barely a second to throw some money on the counter before she was dragging him outside. As soon as the cool air of the night was around them and the full moon shining down on them she pushed him up against the wall next to the door and kissed him roughly, grabbing his collar to pull him down to her. He didn't hesitate to kiss her back, biting her bottom.

"Your place or mine?" he asked her when they pulled away and she licked her lips, enjoying the taste of his rum on her lips.

"Yours, I don't take guys home with me. No offense." She shrugged slightly and gasped when he grabbed her by the waist to turn them around, pressing her against the cold brick wall behind her, his hands next to her head.

"Smart girl. My place is sadly too far away. Hotel room?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked down at her, licking his lips before he leaned down a little, next to her ear again. "You seem to like it rough. We could destroy something in that room without that we need to worry." His voice wasn't more than a husky whisper but it was pure sex.

She nodded slightly and pushed against his chest to get a little distance between them. "Where's the next hotel?" He took a moment to think about it before he grinned at her and took a step forward, hauling her up in his arms.

"I know the perfect place." With a wink he took her by the hand and dragged her after him.

Less than twenty minutes later they burst into the hotel room. She hadn't cared that much that it was one of the most expensive hotels in the city, where rich people and famous people spend their nights and he didn't seem to care about that either. His money, not hers and she would get sex in a luxury suite. It could be worse.

He threw the door shut behind them and her mouth attached his; it was a mix between a sloppy, drunken kiss and pure rough passion. They had a natural sexual chemistry and both clearly needed to relieve some tension after their days.

She moaned against his mouth when her back hit the wall while he was shoving her jacket down on the ground, kicking it out of the way. Killian lifted her up, her hands fisting in his hair and he hissed when she tugged on it roughly, ordering him in the direction of the couch in the living room. It was not a suite, it was more of a little apartment. They fell onto the couch but the moment he was about to make himself comfortable between her legs she pushed him away in a sitting positing to straddle his lap, claiming his mouth again.

She rolled her hips roughly against him and he groaned against her lips before he pulled away. "I hope you know that I'll fuck you until you can't walk if you keep going like that, love." He looked at her, panting while she just smiled at him and rolled her hips again with a grin.

"Good. I want that."

With that, she shoved his leather jacket down his shoulders and lifted his shirt over his shoulders, looking over his abs, the scars that crossed his skin and the delicious chest hair, before running her fingers through the latter, leaving angry red marks on his skin. Her hands then quickly slipped to his pants, fumbling with the bottom before he raised his hips and she shoved it down, letting him sitting there only with his boxershorts.

"You're too dressed, love," he said and chuckled, kissing and biting her neck so hard that it stole her breath. The way he talked, the way he moved, the way he just breathed made her high; for one night he would be her drug, satisfying her for a short period of time until she needed more, maybe from him, maybe from someone else.

He pushed her in a standing position and she took her shirt off while he opened her pants, shoving them down, looking at her body with only her panties and bra on and the way he looked at her made her shiver, like a predator that had just found its prey but at the same time with a hint of wonder - like he had never seen someone as beautiful as she was before.

Hungrily, he grabbed her ass and pulled her forward, denying her desire to straddle him again, while he kissed her stomach slowly, leaving bites all over it and all she could do was grab his hair with both hands, waiting for him to touch her where she was aching for him. "Fuck, Killian! Get on it finally!" She groaned in frustration, she needed his mouth or his cock - or both, she didn't even care, she needed this man right now.

He smirked up at her and took the waistband of her panties in his mouth, dragging them down slowly and teasingly and she could feel how her wetness started to drip down onto her own thighs. A moan left her mouth when he grabbed one of her legs, putting her foot on the couch. She really hadn't expected him to go down on her and if he hadn't been holding her tight like he was, her legs would have surely given in.

"Fuck!", she groaned when his mouth made contact with her center, his lips brushing over her wetness, tongue sliding between her folds up to her clit, sucking on the bundle of nervs so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"You like that, don't you? Having someone between your legs, eating all of you, ravishing you like a pirate would ravish his whore." He chuckled and she could feel his breath against her, nodding at his words because she felt like she couldn't talk.

Without a warning he thrust two fingers inside of her while his mouth remained on her clit, sucking like there was no tomorrow while his fingers looked for the spot inside her and within seconds he had found it and she almost fell forward over him but he held her up. "Right there", she gasped and she could feel herself getting closer but after only a moment he was gone, pushing her feet down the couch and looking at her with a smirk, his eyes dark as the night outside, dark with desire for her. She growled in frustration.

"Hey!" She looked at him almost in shock but before she could say something else he stood up, kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his lips and she forgot what she was complaining about. He walked forward and pushing her backwards until she hit a door, probably the bedroom. Only seconds later they both landed on the bed and he finally settled between her legs, removing her bra so she was totally bare.

"You're a beautiful woman, so beautiful." She felt a blush creeping up on her cheeks and was glad that the light was out, only the moon shining in their room. He kissed her one more time before he stood up, grabbing her waist to pull her towards the edge of the bed, throwing her on her stomach and she liked it, no matter how rough his touch was, he was still kind of gentle with her.

"Lift your ass for me, love." His voice was low next to her ear and she did what he said, feeling his erection through his boxershorts against her ass.

"Could you just get rid of those shorts and get in me?" she pleaded. She almost sounded desperate, but after he had denied her her first orgasm she needed him even more than before.

His hand came down on her ass to slap her and she gasped, whining slightly at the pain that shot through her body and he shoved her up the bed more so she was on all fours. She looked back at him, saw how he got rid of his shorts and his cock sprang free and, fuck, he was huge - and she needed all of it right now.

"Do you want me, love? My cock inside of you? Filling you up until you can't breathe anymore? Hard and fast until you feel like you're going to break?" His voice was low, rough and husky and she hated him and his accent and the way he talked dirty to her because it was exactly what she needed and wanted.

"Hell, yes. Get on it, if you think you can handle me." She laughed, slightly breathless, but her breath got stuck in her throat when he thrust deep inside her without warning, burying himself completely and she let out a cry, fisting her hands in the sheets under her, trying to breathe, he was really huge but he felt so good: stretching her, filling her.

"Move!" she hissed back at him and he laughed when he leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before he started to move his hips slowly and teasingly, pulling out of her almost completely just to fill her up again and she couldn't hold back the moans.

He leaned back and grabbed her waist, digging his fingers into her skin and she was sure he would leave bruises there but she didn't care. "Give me all you have" she panted out and he chuckled before he slammed back into her roughly, setting a fast and hard pace and after a few more thrusts the room was filled with moans and grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Come for me, Emma. Show me how beautiful you look when you fall apart." God, why couldn't he stop talking? His voice was way too sexy.

His hand came around her body while he kept thrusting roughly into her. He grabbed one of her breasts, massaging it briefly before he slid his hand down her stomach to her center, rubbing her clit and that was it for her.

She fell apart with a scream and a moan of his name, not able to hold herself up with her hands anymore so she put her face down into the pillow while he kept his movement up until she felt how his hot seed was filling her, not really caring about the fact they hadn't used a condom, she was on the pill.

Breathing heavily, he stayed in her for a few minutes before he pulled his softening member out and she rolled on her back, taking a deep breath, sinking in the smell of sex and sweat in the room around them, before she turned her head to watch him fall onto the mattress beside her. He was panting as much as she was.

"That was..." she began, not quite sure how to finish the sentence while her body tried to soak in as much oxygen as possible.

"Amazing? Godlike?" he teased, turning onto his side so he could watch her with a smug grin on his lips.

She groaned and turned also to face him, slapping him slightly against the chest. "It was good." She stuck her tongue out and he rolled his eyes, leaning forward to kiss her and she kissed him back, moving her hand to the back of his head, playing with the soft hair there. "I hope you know this wasn't the only round", she whispered against his lips.

"I would despair if it was" he answered, adding in a devastating smile before kissing her again.

Emma woke up completely sated. She could feel the pain in her bones and muscles. He hadn't been lying about not being be able to walk today but she had to because it was a weekday and she had to get to work.

Groaning at the light that was shining into the room, her first thought was to get out before he woke up and wanted her number or breakfast in bed.

She yawned as she remembered the other rounds of sex they had, flexing her hips against the sheets below her as the memory of how he felt lit a smile on her face. After a moment or two, she opened her eyes and sat up, only to see he wasn't next to her anymore. For a moment she frowned and thought that perhaps he went to shower but she couldn't hear the water falling in the bathroom.

Slowly she got out of bed and stretched herself, taking the blanket to wrap it around her body while she walked into the living room to gather her clothes. When she was about to put her panties on she looked down and could see the bruises his fingers had left. She touched one and flinched slightly, it hurt but she couldn't find herself to care. There was no regret, he had been exactly what she needed.

After she got dressed ,she walked into the kitchen to see a glass of water, a few pills and a note. She frowned again and reached for the note, reading it before she started to grit her teeth.

'Hope you don't mind I already left, I have work to do. But you looked so sweet when you mumbled my name in your sleep while laying across the bed naked, that I didn't want to wake you. Take a pill, it'll help with your headache. Hopefully you can walk home alone (although I doubt it). K.'

She groaned loudly in annoyance and put the note back, taking the pills and drinking them down with the water. Hopefully it would help because her headache was being an ass to her this morning.

For a moment she wanted to kick herself for not asking for his number. She would have fucked him for a second time for sure, but now he was gone and she was done with him.

The low buzz in her pocket made her groan again and she pulled out her phone, seeing that it was Ruby. Of course it was Ruby.

"What's up?" she answered and waited for her friend to explain why she was calling so early. What she heard made her swallow and she looked at the clock almost in panic. Shit. It wasn't as early as she thought. It was shortly after 10am, not even a hour and she had to be at the office.

"Ruby, pick me up at the Rabbit Hole, explanations later." She was about to hang on and jump into the shower here when Ruby said something else and Emma's face went white.

"What do you mean with the CIA is there?!"

A/N: Well, that was the first chapter and I hope you liked it! What do you say, is it worth to be continued?~