(A/N): Okay! So I decided to make an Erza & Jellal Fic, (Which has always been a secret fantasy of mines) but any who!

Beware of angst, darkness, wicked romance and whatever comes your way. This story takes place..Eh I don't know. So I made him evil in this fic, thought it would be necessary but man I honestly don't even know anymore. Both sides of him are truly attractive I rather say.

But anyway, this story is truly dark so beware.

Also if you are young, basically still acting like one dollar is a lot of money, and probably still sensitive to curse words, then this story is honestly not for you.

Next chapter will be the last chapter, and lemony too.

Don't say I warned you.

Goodbye!

Erza wouldn't say that she lived a great life.

Her existence was mutually based on everything's she lived for, fought for, and went through. Friends, enemies, emotions… she's dealt with all of them; the ones she'd mostly endured were the one that'd end up in tragedy, hatred, anger, and many other mental situations she'd always found herself dealing with. However, Erza had many good memories too. Like the loved ones she cherished now in Fairy Tail. Her life in that one small guild had given her strength, a family, and appreciation as an S-class knight. This made her grow stronger and make decisions for the sake of her guild, to move on to a better future and have dreams and goals for the sake of her family and friends, which will always remain hidden deep down in her heart.

All in all, Erza fought to survive. To live in order to be there for her team, for her existence, and well…for the guild she calls home. Every battle she's gone through was because of them, and each and every classified mission was remained in injuries. And they were worth it. Her battles with every enemy; monsters, mages, hell, she even fought herself, well the Edolas version. Fighting was something she can never quit; it was friendship…family, and apart of her personality.

Erza slumped her back towards the bathtub, soaking more of her voluptuous body into the hot, bubble bath. A sigh ran out of her lips, eyes furrowed as she raised her hand to turn the large faucet but was stopped when she spotted a small red scar right by the root of her veins. The bump stood there proudly as she did whenever she won in victory; the injury was easy to remember, painful yet ignored it, and red…like her hair. Erza was used to it, the pain, and the agony of being pierced and scarred from left to right. Not that she was complaining; it was natural that her body would become covered in sores, cuts, gashes. And of course the most she'd encounter throughout her body…bruises. The color purple was engraved in her thoughts. Legs, abdomen, anywhere you can spot had the rotten combination of black and blue around her ample figure. It wasn't something she would call gruesome, or disgusting, but it was something she would call 'hard work' and 'determination'. Her fights tend to win in success for which she did not like to lose. Yeah, she'd love to fight, that she'll admit. But why did the mighty Erza fight of course? To keep herself distracted.

Distracted enough to not reminiscence about him.

Whenever she thought about Jellal…or anything that reminded her about that man. She'd go out in missions to refill herself with injuries, pain, possibly everything she can to discard him away from her thoughts, but no matter what, he still remained there. Haunting, teasing, and tainting her skull with disgrace, anger, betrayal….and love.

The tattooed man always pissed her off. Whether he was there or not there, he still intended to swallow her entire being. Her emotions, he could smell her fear as if it were perfume…and he can feel her craving for him like a cat in heat. Jellal was the epitome of abhorrence. The perfect man to exterminate as if it were a mosquito in the summer. In all honesty, Jellal was no man you can get rid of (She wished) but unfortunately life wasn't fair. Erza herself witnessed this event plenty of times where he constantly tortured her mind; practically living in her head matter of fact. And she wants him out of her brain, to clear the ache and frustration she's been enduring for the last couple of years.

The warrior wanted to move on with her life as soon as possible; and she wanted to go out there and be the woman she was destined to be.

Strong. Faithful. And helpful to others no matter what.

But how can she?

The evil mage practically melted her skin with one touch…one look…one taste of those dreadful wet lips, which she couldn't help but find incredibly addicting since the very start.

To be frank, since they were kids he was her first crush. Her first kiss. And she would be damned than to ever declare him as her first lover.

He…he changed. This wasn't the 'Jellal' she fell in love with as a child. It was the complete opposite; a demon who consumed pain and tears as delectable treats, and intended to swallow her whole for his next course. Jellal was a disgusting character. His goals were meant to kill, scare, and to bring back suffering to others; as quickly as he can.

He used everyone for his sick desires. Although she already knew the reason why…it still felt the same. His existence, his cruelty, and his hatred for everything heightened ever since…

Ever since they locked-lips for the first time.

She remembered it clear as day.

Her mind registered through the time when she was a child, still isolated and abandoned like the rest of the children who lost their parents. When Erza and the rest of the children, including her were still on that island; used as slaves, trapped and beaten without mercy, he stood there, protecting her from harm's way. For days her and her old comrades had to endure the pain of being whipped, punished, and beaten to the very core. He protected her, took her pain away and merged it within his. It was the first time someone took the blame for her; she hated it because he always told her to smile. And that there was still hope for freedom. His words made her heart pound abnormally, and the next thing she knew, she found herself kissing him.

It was quick, small, yet she felt accomplished for which it was her first successful mission.

And after the next few days…he wasn't himself anymore.

Erza hissed in pain as an open wound made contact with the hot clear liquid, burning her in submission while she bit her bottom lip.

It was amazing how her body continued to be used like a punching bag, yet later on when she was in peace, it now wanted to ache in pain.

But what was funny about the situation was whenever he came to her thoughts; it solemnly ached for him as well. The way he would touch her skin…he would press the punctured wounds in anger, curiosity, and in hatred for those who attacked his most precious treasure.

And Erza hated him for that. He would constantly call her that in order to make it seem like he cares. And she knows he doesn't.

Jellal could care less if she was bruised, raped, killed…anything beyond disaster.

Her most craved desire was to kill him. To vanish him away from her thoughts, her past, anything that reminded her of him.

She will.

But somehow. She can't. Not now at least.

His lips was torture, so evil, so distasteful, yet she found it desiring; awakening every living organ in her body, taking away the pain from her bruises, from addiction, and from her very soul. Erza wasn't meant to suffer. Not like this at least. First, she was a slave, hardly knowing her parents, or anyone related to her, but the people of that island. And she went through hell and back to be with Fairy Tail…Her home and family that she will always remain in, and never part with.

The red-head sighed when the misty heat of the air slowly dispersed in the clear glassy bathroom; her cuts were burning, and the black and blue marks were pressing and throbbing against her muscles, pulsating with the rhythm of her heart. The dangerous heat of water now already returning to the drain before wrapping herself up with a white towel that caught her attention. Her eyes were weary with anger, but she was mostly tired and detached with pain and accusations of drama within her latest mission. A complete waste of her time, and in return she was greeted with a lot of wounds, but for the amount of jewels, it was definitely worth it. But what she didn't like was the fact that she came home at midnight, and this was something she hated. Erza honestly despised the dark; it reminded her of the torture and pain she'd went through, and of course, it reminded her of him. His ravenous tattoo, the dark magic he attacked on her, and the darkness he consumed; making him completely brainwashed by Zeref, and the betrayal and darkness she'd went through when growing up. Honestly traumatized that this was the same man she'd grew up with.

She truthfully didn't know who to love anymore.

The childhood Jellal? The one she always had faith in, and befriended her, giving her a last name that'd she never really ask for, yet cherished it with all her being.

Or the tainted Jellal? The one that knows every part of her, eager to feel her, taste her, and torture her as if she was his new toy.

But then again, why did she love any of them?

She shouldn't even feel love for that insane demon at all for that matter. He should just stay in the past and remain there. Like her enemies, her childhood, her failed love life, and all the sweet cakes she's digested.

Easy as 1, 2, 3.

Wet footsteps splattered on the clear tile floors with each weakening pace echoing through her bathroom. Her eyes came to view the light fog that evaporated, her view clearly glancing at the blurry mirror, making her look like a red bush and her body looked odd in the reflection. The woodened door filled with pink paper flowers was already opened slightly, as if someone had second thoughts before entering. Erza's mind registered the difference and stood in caution, cursing slightly, she found out that her body was way too sore to be fighting, and her reequipping her outfit would be quite much for her to take, since she was already drained like her bathtub.

Her day was really killing her by the second.

Erza tied the garnet waterfall that she claimed as her hair into a high ponytail. She began grasping the towel with all her might before stepping out of her bathroom, aware that someone is in her home invading her privacy. Stepping out; her brown eyes inspected the small living room, observing all her home categories, Erza smirked a bit as nothing seemed to be damaged or misplaced. Everything was where it belonged, and her strawberry shortcake was still on the table looking desirable and ready to be eaten. The creamy dessert made her hum in excitement, but weary coffee orbs awoke immediately as she found a large fresh bite removed from her delicate strawberry shortcake that she bought earlier.

This angered her immensely.

"Who took a bite of my cake!"

The female warrior wrapped around a full knot on her towel as she stood in her fighting stance, awaiting and hoping this was a prank. From Natsu, Gray, Gajeel, at least someone stupid enough to take a bite of her favorite delicacy.

What surprised her was the fact that, she was correct. Her suspicion knew it was a prank.

…But

From who?

Erza found herself answering her own question when her heart began thundering to the point where she could hardly breathe. Once she felt those familiar hands brush against her waist, everything seemed to pause right before her very eyes. She remembered that perfect body which was now pressing against her waist quite tightly. His minty oxygen was suffocating her senses, and her goose bumps rising like a tsunami. Her eyes slowly drew shut as she felt those tenderizing lips of his, now brushing against her navel; his mouth slowly scanned her collar-bone. And before she knew it, he suddenly began licking, teasing, and biting her flesh like the sneaky conniving snake he was.

And for the first time…

Erza was afraid.

Very afraid.

Since when did he appear from behind? The woman could hardly sense his presence, as if he didn't exist, or as if it were an illusion of some sort. Her spine began to shudder in excitement just when a fresh tongue elevated from her neck to the back of her earlobe. Her lips vacillating in confusion as he held onto her, firmly and tenderly as if she was…

His treasure.

His tone, deep and mysterious echoed through the dim living room. "Ah…my dear, dear Scarlet...you taste even sweeter than that cake." His sickening words were consumed and swallowed inside the deep dark depths of her thoughts. Erza felt his rough structure lean into her, grounding his chest right behind her bare wet back; the fighter didn't need to see him but she can already see him grinning wickedly, her body obeyed without hesitation. Erza didn't want to, but she took a small peek as she found the long ebony tattoo on his face before completely glancing at his mature features. His warm magical hand now traveling slowly to the large knot placed on her sufficient body. Her generous cleavage was wide open and bare to his liking, but what he truly wanted was the surprises she endured underneath that small pearly white towel.

That one strong tie was the lock to what he wanted.

And true that Jellal wanted to claim a lot of things in life...

But not as much as this.

Erza was now aware of his presence and completely faced him. A slow, malicious smile placed upon him as he found her hands shaking desperately by each action he was performing on her. Erza's small hands now returned her hands on top of his, her stunned gaze was faltering, yet no matter what she still couldn't remove her eyes away from him.

Jellal liked the attention he was receiving from her. It showed dominance, and the fact that she was reacting to every little thing he was doing made him feel over-confident with happiness although he didn't express it. Deep dark eyes moved from her gaze to the sight of her injuries and scars displayed all over her body. Some were healed, most were cuts, and the ones he found right on the back of her neck along with her spine were small yet bothersome bruises.

Thin eyebrows furrowed at such scenery as if she'd just insult him. Erza was lost in her own little world until she felt his left hand slowly cup her cheek in such gentleness, his smooth thumb caressing her skin as if she were a child. "Why must I repeatedly see you showered with scars…?" Jellal questioned uncertainly, as if he was innocent. "Erza, no one, should harm someone as beautiful as you…" His thumb now grazed her bottom lip. "You shall remain strong, defiant till the very end, my sweet, delicious, Erza." He purred as well as the wicked grin rose up a notch.

His lips were meant to crash onto hers but had unsuccessfully slammed with a fresh cut on her cheek. His eyes widened slightly at her loathsome actions; a thin eyebrow rose in confusion while her eyebrows creased, her eyes presented disgust and anger as her strong arms tried to release herself away from his iron grip. "Stay away from me you sick disgusting bastard!"Her tone filled with resentment, confidence, yet he already knew that it wouldn't last for long.

Quickly, he seized her by the waist before she could've removed herself away from him. His strong hands crushing and feeling upon her wounds through the towel as he now stood in front of her. "Tsk, tsk. Misbehaving are we?" He requested before a small lecherous grin formed on his countenance, a pink muscle slid between his lips, his tall figure analyzed her frightened eyes. "You belong to me Erza…" The blunette whispered possessively as he clutched tighter, her caramel orbs were now burning in fury; yet Erza was scheming and telling herself not to kill him just yet.

Jellal pressed his free hand against her back, where a large gash remained unhidden. Rough finger tips scanned around her spine to experience a wet long scar that seemed to resemble a giant paper cut. His eyes winced naturally, already enduring the pain his Erza went through. Rage bathed his emotions immediately; the dark black water of the expression consumed his body neutrally. In an instant, his rough fingers thrust inside of the gaping wound, making the red-haired knight roar in excruciating pain. "Who did this to you," It didn't come out as a question, it came out more like a statement. And Erza could hardly see him due to the fact her eyes were blurred with a small waterfall of tears as he continued to scrape and stab within her injury. "AH!" His fingernails kept on scabbing and piercing the thin fresh cut; her body was reacting a lot as she arched her back in mercy, crystalline tears already running down her face in agony. Her hands were gripping the leather fabric of his jacket, screaming, pleading in all hopelessness. "Erza... Answer me." His whisper contaminated her thoughts before his sinful mouth started to suck on her pulse point, making her scream yet purr in utter pain and confusion.

Erza's face was completely flushed with a bubblegum pink hue scarred passed her cheeks. Hot broken tears were skating down her heart-shaped face as well as cold sweat forming against her skin; panting for air as well as begging him to stop the irate torture; but he wasn't paying attention to her juicy wet lips and coherent breathing that he couldn't help but find this scene quite erotic.

Oh if she knew how tempting and desiring she was; pure perfection in his eyes; beauty and seducing, innocent… yet a fighter to the fullest…

He wanted to taint her.

Make sure no one would ever hurt her, desire her, and treat her like the hardworking woman she was.

Only he can do that.

His lips detached away from her soft toned skin; clear liquid and spine-shuddering whimpers were making him enjoy the exquisite sound of her screams of pain, which he had to admit that he hasn't heard those sounds in what seemed like centuries. Ebony lustful orbs inspected the cold beady sweat, sliding from her forehead, to her temples, and to the lovely valley of her bosom, and now to the sacred places of her wonderful body. Jellal smirked as his hand made contact with her heated blood, which was now traveling its way down her back thanks to the large gash he dissolved on her backside. He can feel the soft red texture slide helplessly; covering and bathing most of his hand and black cufflinks around his leather jacket. His fingertips were now stained with the liquid of her flesh, and he was practically in bliss.

The dark mage lifted his blood coated hand towards her visage and her mouth gaped open while a small gasp escaped her lips. Jellal hummed in amusement as he found her heart beating frantically as he leaned against her. Jellal's fingers were now imprinted with the color of her hair and a seductive smile came along his lips as he placed both of his two fingers, inserting her own blood inside the warm solid cave of her mouth and lips. The garnet texture slithered along her mouth playfully, small drops of the redness were now surfing, his eyes scanned as he watched the red droplets end at the tip of her chin, and this time he couldn't resist. Bending in, his tongue tasted the sweet iron of her melted flesh before it could drop to her collar bone, not once closing his eyes, the pink muscle of his mouth began tasting and traveling every inch of her soft, salty skin.

Erza swallowed the metallic taste of her own crimson flesh as she found herself weak and unstable to even move. This…this demon was taking advantage of her and she couldn't stop it. And what shocked her was the fact that she found herself gasping as he returned the favor, now finally crashing his lips against hers. And for some bizarre reason…she couldn't help but return the pleasurable kiss. It was smooth, slow, and passionate. A complete opposite of the kiss they shared ten years ago.

She was weak in his eyes. The battles she's won were victorious, and she loved the fact that'd she always win. She, herself hated to lose, no matter what the circumstances were, yet whenever it came to Jellal…he always…always…

Won

Trembling hands had came to clutch his black silk collar to hold on to his being as he shoved his tongue within her mouth, his hand caressing waves of red soft tresses, as well as her back to keep her steady enough to never leave his grip. Erza heard him groan successfully as his lips wandered even deeper into her entrance, battling, and engaging a war within each other's mouths.

Jellal can never get enough of her. Erza resembled a lot like the cake on the table. Sweet, entrancing, and addicting. Her bloody lips was honestly a disguise to the taste inside, the sweet cave was compared to honey, vanilla, and one of the finest fruits any farmer can bear in his backyard.

The knight panted into his mouth; her knees had grown weak and helpless due to the strong hold he had on her, and his utmost terrorizing gaze was making her heart flutter like no other. Rough hands grabbed her buttocks firmly as both red and blue took in some air; mere centimeters away from each other, his gaze went from loving and charming to irritated and erotic.

Erza knew this had to stop. It would cause drama between them and make everything worse if anyone in the guild would end up finding out.

Jellal tugged on her elbow, grasping her limb firmly before placing her up against the wall. Erza gave a small gasp, her face completely pink, and the image of his warm hot body covering hers flashed through her head, causing her breasts to go heavy while her nipples erected in desire.

He knew this was wrong…but why?

Because he's Jellal. Her conscious remarked.

Erza's gaze turned sleepy as their eyes both met. Her chocolate ones, tired, yet wanting more, and his gaze was loving yet they both hid a large amount of darkness within them. Opening her eyes completely, she found both his arms braced against her sides, and with that, he leant down and took her lush pink lips, his mouth forming against hers once more. Erza shyly wrapped her fingers around his wrists, trying to decide whether she should push the evil man away from her, but sadly her body had other plans and she was getting furious by the second. Once his hands began thumbing and fondling her beaded nipples through the fabric tenderly a long ecstatic moan ran out her lips, and she couldn't stop moaning as his mouth went from lips to her scarred neck while his long hangs stroked her bare yet wounded skin of her back. She curved her spine as he pressed a scared bruise that had been aching for some time now; a mission gone wrong is what she'd call it.

A small bark of laughter rang out through her hallway. "I want to see you in pain Scarlet…" His lips formed a grin. "Be mine…?" Her eyes drew shut immediately as he grounded his hips forcefully against hers, almost making her gasp in stimulation if she wasn't biting her bottom lip in all despair.

Jellal smirked before closing in, an arm parted away from the wall, his firm hand held onto the occupied hand that was now grasping her towel from falling off. Softly, he pulled that small limb of hers to the large bulge that was generously erecting out from his dark pants. This made the knight want to kill him in distraught, but her body was reacting strongly to this action as she felt bolts of pleasure run from her hand and into her body. A wave of shivers attacked her spine before a trembling sigh came out, "I…I—"Her heart was pounding so ferociously that she couldn't decide if she was breathing or not.

"No." Was the last word she could utter before all of his actions came to a stop. Erza's face turned uncomfortably cherry while her heart continued to rumble in despair. Her hands dropped to the side as she leaned against the wall, a large exasperated sigh ran through her body, her chest heaving up and down repeatedly as her gaze scanned the marble floor; slightly anxious to even look at him in the first place, he spoke.

"I can't accept that." Her eyes gawked at this, but couldn't see him clearly due to the fact that his sapphire bangs disguised his orbs. "I'll never accept it." He muttered once more before his fist implanted a few centimeters beside her face, eyes widening in response. "And I will have you, Erza."

Her heart began to waver as his serious gaze swallowed her whole. "Whether you like it or not." Without another word, his arms came around her and he brought his head down, settling his lips on top of hers, in a hard, possessive kiss. His long, wicked tongue slid across her bottom lip, seeking entrance once more. Her pink full lips parted in a gasp as he thrust his tongue inside her, tasting and enduring the sweet taste of honey and citruses. Jellal grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back harshly as his hot, hungry mouth stroking within hers over and over again.

She couldn't breathe.

Erza struggled within his grasp, trying to pull away from him, but his iron grip made it impossible for her to breathe. Jellal pulled her close as her fists began to hit his chest, hoping his attack could let her gain oxygen while attacking her lips in such epic ferocity that ought to be illegal. A loud gasp ran threw her lips as she pulled back. Before he could have continued his persecution towards his treasure, her slap danced within the silence of the night; echoing in return.

His lips twitched slightly as a small grin etched onto his pale features, recovering from the stinging pain now embedded on his cheek. Jellal's hand encircled around her wrist as she planned to attack him with her left hand, looking down onto her flushed expression, her chest heaving up and down in acceleration, gorgeous hazel eyes narrowed in anger.

Cold brown eyes gazed down at hers as he kept on her lock, his gaze never faltering, "I tried to play nice, but now you led me on too far Scarlet." For some reason, his gaze, deep tone, and the way his hands tightened terrified Erza.

And she should've known that Jellal wasn't the type to ignore and move on.

The blue-headed demon smirked whilst her hand print was imprinted on his right cheek, his evil gaze never removed away from hers, and this made Erza's breath quicken, not of desire, but in panic.

And she couldn't believe what his true intentions were.

Jellal…

Jellal was going to rape her.

(A/N): Please review, constructive criticism is welcomed, because I seriously do need it. Oh and I apologize of OOCness. I seriously do try my best to put them in character, oh and apologies for any mistakes I left in this story; sometimes I'm too lazy to triple check.