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Warning: As you should know, this is a mature fic, and there's a reason why it's rated high.

The Games We Play

He hadn't touched her in awhile.

In fact, it had been nearly two weeks since the last time he had laid his hands on her, and she was loathed to admit that she had been counting. It was odd really, to go for so long without the feel of his hands sliding along the inside of her thighs or his lips pressed against the sensitive areas of her neck. Perhaps he had finally had enough of her. Maybe he had found his satisfaction in someone else. Someone that could bring him more pleasure than Casey could. Perhaps he was finally ready to leave her alone.

She was relieved.

The thought that maybe she could finally be rid of him and his games was like all the world's weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She could be free without him, happy without him.

And yet…

No matter how much she might have felt relieved, there was another part of her, one that was darker and more carnal, that overpowered that feeling. As much as her mind was celebrating, her body was screaming from the loss.

Derek had changed her the moment he had laid his hands on her and no matter how many times she had told him no, begged him to stop, she couldn't deny that he had completely dominated her. The knowledge of it was something she had to accept. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, much like his own, and both she couldn't spit out.

So, what was she supposed to do without his touch? Encounters with Sam, no matter how frequent they had become over the last two weeks, always were lacking in satisfaction. Nails raked across backs and growled phrases of "Harder! Fuck me harder!" were met with gentle strokes and loving words.

And she hated it.

Hated Sam for not being like Derek. Hated herself for wanting it to be that way. And hated Derek because it was truly all his fault and she didn't know any other way to live.

She held perfection in her hands and yet she craved

insanity.

She needed him.

Needed him to fuck her like she needed air, and it was pathetic and sick but she would gladly throw away any shred of dignity that she had left, spread her legs and beg him to fuck her into the ground if it got her what she wanted.

She could see his smirk of triumph now and she shivered.

Yes, she wanted him to make her scream his name, sanity be damned.

When it came to Derek there was no room to feel petty love, only lust that tore her apart from the inside and demanded him and only him. She was miserable with him but at least he left her good and fucked in the process, mental or physical, she wasn't sure of the distinction anymore.

It came as no surprise then when she found herself standing outside his door, lightly tapping her knuckles against the wood. He opened the door rather abruptly, an annoyed retort ready on his lips, when he noticed who it was that was standing in front of him. His frown grew into a nasty grin as he opened his door wider and motioned for her to come in.

She stood there, not really knowing what to say, how to express something that she had not planned. However, she didn't have to wait long for him to speak first.

"What can I do for you, Case?" He said nonchalantly, that grin never leaving his face. He leaned back in his chair, arms folded casually behind his head. He was the picture of relaxation, except for his eyes, which at that point were boring a hole into her.

"I…I…you haven't been around lately." She stated lamely, wanting at that very moment to be able to strangle herself.

"I've been busy. There's that new girl at school.." He trailed off, not needing to finish his sentence. She knew what he meant by that and it made her feel like a used whore to admit that she didn't care if he was fucking someone else, as long as he was fucking her as well. "Besides, why do you care?"

She swallowed. He already knew exactly where this was going. From the moment he had opened the door he had known, and yet he still had to keep playing his games. "I want…I want…" She couldn't seem to form the words. For someone who was always speaking out, she was left at a loss.

"What's that?" His tone was one of mock innocence, but Casey could her the cruel taunting just below the surface.

"Dammit, Derek, touch me!" She blurted out suddenly. In her mind she had pictured this going differently. She had pictured herself being more composed, seductive even, but this was just ridiculous. She couldn't even win in defeat.

Derek was laughing now. Laughing so hard that tears were coming to his eyes, but there was no sense of mirth there, only sadistic satisfaction and triumph. He was insane, absolutely fucking insane.

"Say it." He demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"I want to hear you to say it." He repeated calmly, already beginning to make his way slowly towards her, like a hyena stalking a wounded animal. "Tell me what you want, Casey. Tell me exactly what you want done to you and who you want to do it."

She shivered, goose bumps forming along her arms as he grazed the tips of his fingers there, his voice low, almost comforting, his malicious intent hidden from her ears.

"Fuck me."

Suddenly he was gripping her arms tight. His blunt and dirty fingernails digging into her skin and she gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure that only he could bring her. "Who? Tell me who?" He growled harshly, all traces of serenity gone from his voice.

"You, Derek. I want you to fuck me." She answered, one leg lifting to wrap around the back of his calf, as she pressed closer against him, trying desperately to gain some friction. Derek's hands slid to her waist, and she waited in anticipation as he leaned down silently until his chapped lips were pressed against the shell of her ear.

"Beg for it."

She stared at him in disbelief for a moment, before she untwined herself from him and began to make her way to the door. "Hell no." Despite what she had thought before, she could not bring herself to do it. As she reached for the handle, he pulled her roughly back the arm, his deft hands quickly reaching under her thighs to hoist her legs around his waist. She was now pressed firmly between the wall and Derek, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her.

The bastard was getting off on this.

He thrust his hips roughly against her and she didn't even try to stop the moan. Of course, so was she.

"If you want it, Casey, beg for it." His steady thrusting and his hands trailing up and down her sides was beginning to cloud her mind. She wanted this, needed this. Oh god, how she needed this. Was it worth it though?

His teeth latched onto the sensitive skin of her collarbone and she had her answer.

"Please."

She felt his smirk against her skin. "Please what?"

"Please, Derek, please fuck me. I need you to." She whispered breathlessly, her desperation showing.

"Hmm," He leaned in, his breath fanning across her lips, until he stopped, his lips not even an inch from hers. "No."

He unwrapped her legs from his waist then, setting her back on the ground, and the whole time she couldn't say one word. "I have work to do, so get out, would you." He opened the door suddenly and lightly pushed her outside, closing it and then locking it behind him.

She walked numbly back to her room, too shocked to react. He had told her no. After all that, even after she had begged for him to do it, he had still turned her down.

Why? Why would he do that?

As she closed the door behind her, it finally hit her.

This was all just another game. Just another one of Derek's twisted little games for his own amusement and she had played along beautifully. She wasn't sure if he wanted her to hate him or herself more.

Her scream of outrage and disgust rang clearly throughout the entirety of the house. Afterwards, as she waited for George and Nora to come running into see what was the matter, she heard his hollow laughter seeping through the thin walls.