Urgh... I should be asleep... I've got a road trip tomo--Make that today... In about four, five hours, I'm going to be locked in a car on the way to a family reunion... Why did the muses suddenly get this idea in their head that I'd like to have a story written in less than an hour...? Urgh... I'll leave it to you to guess who's talking in the middle bits...

Warnings: Character Death, mentions of X-rated activities, possible OoC-ness, me not checking for minor mistakes. Also, possible confusion as to what point of veiw it is. I don't know, I just wrote the thing, so, yeah. I'm off to bed. Night...

"Do you trust me?"

Four simple words, easily spoken, soon forgotten.

Dark eyed the silver and leather cuffs warily, and then looked his lover in the eyes. It had taken too long to break free of their creator's hold on them, far too long to break over three hundred years' worth of hatred and habit for him to say no to those golden eyes.

"Yes."

Hours later, he was writhing, twisting and this close to begging, searching for release, denied the use of his hands by the cuffs that were snug around his wrists.

He'd been teased and tormented for far too long—he'd nearly climaxed a half dozen times already. But each time, Krad would draw him back from the edge, slowing his hands or tongue, waiting until he was coherent before starting again, holding Dark away from the best part in that maddeningly calm way of his...

"Easy now, it'll be over soon…"

Privately, in some tiny corner of his mind that could still function, Dark thought it was because he liked to watch him moan…

Their tryst had started with teasing—silk sliding over his bared skin, the lightest, faintest brush of lips. Then the touches had grown heavier, hotter, gentle caresses turning almost brutal in their passion…

"Krad… Please…"

Barely conscious of what he was saying, Dark watched his lover with lust glazed eyes, wanting those firm hands to touch him again, wanting…

Krad had backed away after the last, almost climax, allowing Dark to come back down again, his body trembling with something that his confused, overloaded senses couldn't identify.

But at his voice, needy, soft, the perfect "fuck me" voice, his angel turned, forced him into a deep, scorching kiss.

"Do you still trust me?"

Breaking the kiss, Krad stroked him, long pale hands sliding down tanned skin, making Dark gasp with pleasure.

"Yes, yes, anything…!"

A pause. Krad lifted his head, gently brushing back sweat soaked violet hair, before kissing his bruised, aching lips gently, lovingly, making him moan.

"Good."

He took control again.

He was petted, stroked, kissed damn near senseless, and, this time, when Dark's body was twitching and spasming, when he couldn't do more than pant and moan raggedly… Finally… He was…

Dark didn't even feel the blade as it slide gently between his ribs, he was so lost in the after glow…

But, just before the darkness claimed him as its own, lips closed on his, and a voice whispered into his ear…

"You never should have trusted me…"