WARNING: Contains explicitly kinky content and adult situations. I don’t want to hear bitching about your virgin eyes. Grow up.


Appearances By: Darkstar, Dorian Riley
Mentioned: Darkstar, Xavier Phibes, Squat, Dorian Riley, Adrian Tanner Junior


Four Hours
Scandalous Sex and Embarrassment all In One Neat, Little Package


It had been a retched trip to Phibes’ mansion. For one, I don’t like flying and, as per usual, Darkstar and I had flown in on his private jet. He had had Taco Bell on the flight. Ugh. That food makes me sick to my stomach just looking at it, never mind the smell. And the limousine ride wasn’t much fun either. Sure, it gave Darkstar and I some private time after our week apart and without me being sick, but damn it. Hey, gimmie a break, I don’t complain much. Honest. Everybody’s got their weaknesses, and mine just happens to be air sickness. So fuck you, too.

We were shown to our room. It was nice… I guess. Not my thing but I’d guess I’d have to get used to it seeing as I was gonna be here for a week, locked in. I could feel the cabin fever already start to play heavily on my conscious. I was clad in a mid-thigh high, black miniskirt with two silver zippers starting just beneath my navel and sliding out to the sides of my thighs. My upper torso was clothed in a red halter top that tied at the back of my neck and the zipped up at the small of my back, leaving the better part of back exposed to the chilly, air-conditioned room. My knee-high boots were tied tightly, giving me about an extra two inches in height. It wasn’t much compared to my gargantuan boyfriend, but hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?

Darkstar, however, had decided to go a little more casual instead of matching my slutty self. Shucks. That would be a sight to see. He had on a black t-shirt and baggy jeans, as well as steel-toed boots. His hair was growing in since he hadn’t shaved it. I hadn’t asked him if he was going to keep growing it or shave it once the stitches came out. His face was painted as usual, hiding his scars and accentuating his eyes that were about the same vigour as my own.

I put my duffle bag down on the floor at the end of the bed, letting out a low breath. As requested, a carton of Du Maurier cigarettes sat on the mini-bar for me. I took my first glance around the room, my hands fisted on my hips. The video camera sat silently on the dresser, plugged into the wall to keep the battery charged. I slid over to it, humming innocently to myself. A nimble, index finger pressed the eject button. I brought the tape out to examine it curiously. It was a JVC Long-Play, four-hour cassette. On the label was written ‘Gwenivere Jordan/Darkstar Interview Tape #1’. I slid the tape back in and picked up the camera, unplugging it from the wall. I turned around after opening the side-view and pressing record with my thumb. I focused the business-end of the camera on Darkstar, grinning innocently.

“Hey, babe? Wanna make an amateur porn movie? It’ll be fuuuuuuuuun...” I said in a playful, sing-song voice. The smile never left my lips as I kept the camera focused on Darkstar. He didn’t reply right away, so I continued. “Says it lasts for four hours. Have we ever lasted under four hours?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as a little frown graced my brow. He began to smile, my eyes unable to help but trail down to those fangs of his. A little shiver crept down my spine as I pursed my pierced lips together. Now that I thought about it, the camcorder wasn’t even needed. Knowing Phibes - which unfortunately, I do - he already had cameras set up so he could watch and wank. Ah well. Sometimes it was more fun with an audience.

“Feeling frisky I see…” he said. I smiled a bit broader before biting down on my bottom lip thoughtfully. I then licked my lips gently, naughty little images dancing in my head. My grin widened as I watched him just eyeing me. That smirk was still plastered on his face; those fangs of his causing me to go weak in the knees.

“You expected less? I promise I’ll steal the tape.” I purred, putting the camera down on the dresser. For safety’s sake, I turned the recording device off. I had only been joking about the amateur porn video. I’d rather not have a Paris Hilton episode, thank you very much. I moved over to Darkstar, my painted, black fingernails slowly running back and forth against his forearm. I didn’t carve into his skin; just left very, very light trails of red in the wake of my nails.

He hunched down slowly, forcing me to suck in a gentle breath from anticipation. I tilted my head to the side as my eyes fell shut. I could feel his hot breath on my throat before he bit down on my skin. My back arched instinctively as my arms slid around his shoulders. A little, gasping whimper left my lips as my nails dug into the scruff of his neck. I didn’t really have nails to speak of, but given enough pressure, I’m sure he could have felt them. His arms wrapped around the small of my back, keeping me from falling as my knees began to buckle. I knew he could have easily broken my skin, but was only faintly grateful that he didn’t. It would be… unprofessional of me to wrestle with a monstrous hickey on my neck. Wait… too late.

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Hours had passed… perhaps five. Limbs entangled through one another, mouths binding together as tongues tied. Hungry fingers clawed pale skin. Black and blue makeup smudged over faces, necks and shoulders. Blue eyes, hazy and half-closed, stare at one another passionately. Shared heat forced the walls to sweat. Sounds of skin slapped against more skin. Squeaky springs and a wooden headboard resound. Movements of others up and down the halls outside the secluded room. Long, ebony hair tangled around fingers and bodies. Pale forms sticking together from excursion. Nearly three-hundred pounds of muscle pinned a lithe form into the mattress. Moans resounded that were obviously forced to be quieter due to lack of privacy. The dim lights in the room sent eerie shadows across the floor due to the furniture, but the ghostly images were all but ignored.

“Oh, mon diable…” I cooed in French. Roughly, the words translated to ‘my devil’. He knew the name, I’d used it before and had had to tell him after what it meant. My voice was cracked and breathless, words moaned. A twisted grin pulled at his lips, exposing those sharp teeth. My neck was bruised in the form of his teeth; the fang marks being especially dark. The sheet protected us from what was either my paranoia or real, hidden cameras that had been set up in each room. Sure, the sheet was thin, but it gave enough protection from prying, invisible eyes. I didn’t care anymore. Everything had slipped away from me. My surroundings, the bed beneath me. It was just him and I, embraced tightly.

My fingernails pressed into his shoulders as he growled at me. I growled back lightly and bit his cheek. He grunted and tore his face away; diving at my throat again… and I let him. His arms held me tightly, muscles flexing and squeezing the breath out of me for brief seconds before relaxing. He growled again as his mouth worked at my throat. My flesh was soon punctured by those lethal fangs of his. I could feel his sharp teeth digging in a little ways, no doubt drawing blood. I was definitely going to have a hickey… or five.

Something hit on wood, and I figured it was the headboard on the drywall. Then the door swung open, wide. I gasped, sat up as far as his body would allow me to and stared, wide-eyed to the door. Dorian Riley, my old student, stood there in the door, just about as wide-eyed as me. She started to laugh, and I frowned. I grabbed the pillow from beside me and flung it at the door though it hit her legs and fell lifeless to the floor. There was just something about throwing a pillow that did absolutely nothing pain-wise.

“Uh… Hey guys… Yeah… Heh, sorry… I… think I'll just, yeah… go now…” She choked out, before stepping back into the hallway and closing the door. My cheeks were no doubt filled with a hue of red. I could feel my blood pooling at the wounds before seeping down my shoulder and staining the bed sheets beneath me. I turned my head to look at Darkstar. His mouth was bloody, sharp teeth dripping with my blood. My blood. A shiver crawled down my spine at the sight.

“You know her?” He asked curiously. I let my head drop back onto the bed and smiled, unable to help but laugh. Laugh at myself, at him, the way Dorian’s face looked and just the entire situation in general. Riley had always been such a prude.

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About two hours later, Darkstar and I met up with Dorian in the bar. Hey, we had to finish, shower and change… and bandage up my bite wounds. My hair hung loose around my shoulders so Squat didn’t make a fuss that I was coming into "his" bar with marks all over my neck. Well, at least that was my excuse. Dorian would start shit, too, no doubt. I got dressed in a pair of black jeans that were ripped up and looked to be about two sizes too big. I had opted for a turtleneck, but then I remembered that I had more fashion sense, so I settled with the same halter top I’d worn earlier. Really, now that I think about it, the marks didn’t look too bad. I had foundation cake to thank for that. I barely wore it, save for when I was covering bruises or something from a fight.

My fears about Squat making a fuss were laid to rest: he wasn’t even there. It was probably time for his daily bath over in the neighbour’s fountain. I had to admit that I kinda felt bad for the guy, but then I’d find something shiny and get side-tracked. I note my sarcasm. I sat at the table across from Dorian and beside Darkstar. My fingertips idly curled around the base of a beer bottle, feeling the condensation snake around my fingers before falling onto the coaster. One of my cigarettes was smouldering in the ashtray beside the bottle. My other hand lay beneath the table on my devil’s thigh. Innocently, I promise.

Dorian and I went way back. Yup, a whole four years. I’d met her when she first started wrestling on the amateur circuit. She had talent that I could see, so I took her under my wing, much to the displeasure of her mentor Valentino. Sure, Val taught her the way to wrestle in say, the Olympics, but I taught her the ‘street smarts’ of the wrestling ring. I educated her on some of the more death-defying, high-flying moves that I often perform. As far as I knew, she was still using them, but I could not have cared less. It was her career: not mine.

“So, Dorian…” I cleared my throat and picked up my cigarette. A tap of my finger and the ashes dropped into the crystalline, cigarette ash receptacle. Of course I was going to be embarrassed in front of her. She’d seen me naked and having sex. “Finally got yourself a pro contract, eh?” It was a poor excuse for conversation, but at least I was trying. (Insert meaningful glare at Darkstar here.) I knew he wasn’t much of a talker, and his paranoia over took pretty much everything other than training Demonica and being my boyfriend.

“Apparently. I suppose Hal Kelser either heard of me… or saw me… doing the amateur circuit somewhere and decided he wanted me for SSW.” Dorian said. She was smoking too. Well, sort of. Just as I had lit mine, she was nearly finished hers. “Lucky me, huh?” There was an almost comforting silence. Well. Not so much comforting. It was actually kind of awkward. It made me want to do something to get a laugh or at least a weird look. Like… dancing on the table. No, bad idea. DS would probably get jealous and shank someone. Or something.

“Oh definitely. I’m sure you’ll adore it here. Y’know… all the perverts and chauvinistic bastards that should be dragged out to a field and shot multiple times by a firing squad. I mean. Yeah… really… it’s great.” I said. I rambled on. The silence was driving me mental. I rolled my eyes faintly at the state of Spotlight Syndicate. Pervish, old men named Phibes, arrogant fuck-wads named Tanner and so on and so forth. Dorian just shrugged and DS was sort of off in his own little world.

“Not a problem. They touch me, they'll be sorry. That's all there is to it.” She said in a tone that was matter of fact. She was playing around with her cigarette in the tray, and it made me want to smoke another. Mine was nearly gone. I drew out another one and slipped the filter between my lips, lighting the end of it with the ember of the first cigarette. I hadn’t touched my beer. Beer? What beer?

“I have a present for you guys.” She began to smirk. Sure, a present sounded nice… except for the fact that it was coming from Dorian Riley. I settled back in my seat, my hand tensing faintly on Darkstar’s thigh. “You know… just something to, oh, I don’t know: decorate a home or something. Or a bedroom. Wherever it strikes your fancy, I do suppose.” This was not going to be good. But my curiosity got the better of me. That was not a good thing. I turned my head to the side as DS let a bottle collapse onto the floor and shatter into a couple gazillion pieces. Cautiously, I pushed my beer in front of him so he could drink it… or break it off stuff.

“Oh? And what is that?” I asked, drawing from my cigarette rather quickly. I didn’t want to know what it was suddenly. I didn’t want to see how Darkstar would react. And I didn’t want to see how I would react. Dorian was shifting uncomfortably.

“Well,” she started. “I’d rather show you than describe it… and I’m hoping the consequences aren’t enough to cause my death,” she said softly. She stood up and made her way from the bar. I could only assume she was headed to her bedroom where the gift awaited. I let out a low breath, butting out my cigarette as I stood up.

“Maybe it’ll be a kitty.” I said with a forced smile. I slid around his chair, careful not to step barefoot into the glass. I already knew that Darkstar would walk right over it without even a flinch. I extended my hand; fingers slightly limp towards him, waiting for his hand. He took my hand and guided me through glass. I could see blood being left on the ground, but I didn’t worry. I smiled a bit, this time a true smile as I gave a squeeze of his hand.

“Not quite.” Dorian replied. I frowned faintly, a little pout crossing my lips. We got into Dorian’s room and she went right for a canvas. Oh dear god: a drawing from the cruel one. She turned it around and there was a drawing of Darkstar and I, in the buff. It was drawn from the second Dorian had walked in on it. I could tell because of the look on my face. I gaped quietly at it. “Surprise?”

“Um…” I stuttered, not exactly sure what to say. Sure, I’d seen myself naked before. But there are big differences between naked and having sex. Hell, I used to walk around naked until I got arrested for indecent exposure. Arrested, but not convicted.

“Well, at least she got my scars right…” I heard the voice first, though it seemed disembodied from my lover. I turned my head to look up at him, shaking my head faintly. That baritone voice of his was something I couldn’t get over. I let go of his hand and moved over to the picture, carefully taking it from Dorian. I laughed faintly, taking in the detail of the picture.

“I’ll have to admit… looks pretty uncanny.” I added, glancing back and up at Darkstar. Still, I couldn’t truly tell what his reaction was. I wasn’t that in-tuned with him though I tried. He just had a knack for being all mysterious and cryptic: especially in front of other people.

“Uh... yeah. Hey, I'm sorry if I offended… It's just... y'know, sometimes things get stuck in my head and I have to get it out somehow.” She said. She was nervous, too. Great, glad I wasn’t the only one. She was smiling, I was too. And DS, of course, was his normal self… if you could call it normal. I moved back to him to let him look at the picture a bit closer if he wanted. He only swept his gaze across it.

“Yeah, I know, Dory. You’ve always been that way.” I replied, looking back between my former student and my devil. Carefully, I gripped the canvas by the wooden frame, not wanting to mess up the charcoal with my fingers. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the picture, but I did have an opening above the fireplace mantle of my bedroom in Picton. Why not? I had other artistic smut around my house.

“I suppose so. Anyhow, it's yours. Keep it and do whatever you want with it.” Dorian said. I tilted my chin upwards to Darkstar again, grasping his hand once more in my free palm. My fingers wove around his, fingertips pressing into the top of his hand gently.

“Thanks, Dory. It’s a really… interesting… gift.” I glanced up at Darkstar again, a coy grin on my face. “Your place or mine?” He laughed that same raspy laugh. It made me smile every time. I liked it when he laughed.

“Definitely yours... I already have way too many pictures of myself having sex...” He replied. I smiled completely, pearly whites glinting against purplish-red lipstick. I knew he was kidding. Dorian on the other hand, did not.

“Christ, chéri, I know. You’re such a pervert.” I said with a fake, agitated sigh.


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