It's late at night and I'm still wide awake. Somehow in four and a half hours I need to wake up my little brother and then get on a bus to go to school but all I can think of is him. Every time I move even a little my bunk squeaks and every time it does I worry that I will wake my roommate. I'm so very restless because all I can think of is him. In minds eye I can see him. He's not much taller than me maybe 5'9" and heavier than me. Somehow I know all his bulk is muscle. I can see the tumble of his black hair with the little bit of gray through it. His green eyes blaze with an inner pain that I want to heal so bad but I know I can't. In the darkness I can almost hear his breathing beneath the music that is the only sound in my room almost too quiet to make out the words. I can smell him there in the room. He smells vaguely of vanilla and a deep masculine musky scent and goddess knows how I love that smell. His scent is intoxicating making me hungry for something I'm not supposed to want.
Somehow thinking of him summons him because I can feel his lips on mine. He tastes good. It's nearly impossible to explain how his kiss makes me feel. The emotion that course through my veins is too damn strong for me it makes me dizzy. I know this emotion isn't love...or lust but a mix of the two. He kisses down from my mouth his strong callused hands unbuttoning the shirt I wore to bed as he kiss down to the hallow in my throat a soft moan slipping from my lips. He slides the shirt off my shoulders leaving it pooled at my hands and butt.I can hear his quiet throaty chuckle as he sees the bruises that my girlfriend left, one on the swell of my right breast and another on my shoulder. Suddenly he bites down on my left breast sucking softly eliciting low moans of pleasure from me. He looks up at me amd smiles. I can almost hear him say
"There now you're marked as mine."...

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The Red Cloak<---

Her eyes blinked open. Sunlight was pouring in through the window beside her bed, warm and comforting, and a sigh of relief fell from her lips as she relaxed into the downy mattress, allowing herself to drift into a doze. 'A bad dream,that's all it was', she thought to herself. She believed it, right up until she heard his voice.

 “Good morning Jocelyn.” It was as if a switch had been flipped. One moment she was falling back into the warm embrace of sleep and then she was fully awake, arms and legs flailing as she pushed herself up, the memories washing over her like frigid water. He was standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but his breeches and a smirk on his face, his well muscled chest bathed in morning light.

“Cap-- captain Roderick.-” she manged to say before words failed her. Looking around she saw now that this wasn't her quarters, it was his; his bedroom, his bed with her in it.

 “I'm glad to see you awake,” he replied, acting as if oblivious to her distress, “I was worried that I might have been too rough with you. How do you feel?” His tone and his voice managed to carry across a concern his eyes remained devoid of, and she cringed in fear as he came around the side of the bed and leaned down close to her. When he slipped his hand beneath the blankets she let out a soft cry and turned her face from him, but was too frightened to actually pull away.

 'He's a lycan.' She kept repeating this to herself as she felt his hand traveling over her breast and down her stomach, sliding across her bare flesh until he reached the junction between her legs. Jocelyn still couldn't believe it. They'd always believed lycans to be monsters, beasts who lived in the deep, dark woods and preyed on helpless town folk and the unwary travelers. The red cloaks were created to protect people from them and Roderick....

 A sudden, sharp pain made her hiss as his fingers abruptly penetrated her, made worse as her hips jerked involuntarily. He grabbed the side of her face with his other hand and firmly, but slowly guided her to look up at him. His face was so close to hers that she could see herself in his eyes, her fear obvious even in the distorted reflection. Between her legs his hand began to move, rhythmically pulsing his fingers within her damaged sex as he continued to hold her gaze and then, with them still moving inside of her, he closed the distance and pressed his mouth to hers.

 His tongue probed between her lips, demanding access. When she, trembling, tried to pull away he bit into her lip until she cried out, then took advantage of the opening to deepen the kiss. The stubble on his chin scraped against her flesh, reddening it as he violated her with his fingers and his tongue. Between the two sensations, it was all Jocelyn could do to keep herself laying there passively and allow him to do as he pleased, still too shocked to process what was happening. It wasn't until he pulled away that she realized he'd now taken her first kiss from her too.

 For some reason, that was what drew the tears from her, not that when he pulled his fingers from her they were coated in blood, or that he had begun to peel back the blankets from her body, exposing her to his cruel gaze. That simple loss struck her as being so profoundly sad that a loud sob escaped her and for a moment drew his attention back to her face.

 “Crying already? We haven't even begun yet.” The captain smiled, almost gently, but the look in his eyes was frighteningly intense as he loomed over her. It felt as if his gaze alone bound her to the spot. She watched him watch her while he ran his fingers lightly along her side, her heart beating painfully inside her chest. “Did you know that I personally requested for you to be transferred to my command? I've been watching you for a long time now.” Suddenly he stopped, removing his hand from her and taking a step back. With slow, measured steps he moved back to the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off hers.

 “I bet you're more interested in what happened last night though aren’t you?” When Jocelyn didn't answer, he continued on with a smile, “You've been let in on a little secret.” his fingers began working free the lacing on his breeches and she was quick to avert her gaze, her face paling.

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By [Nekko Fox]

Dark dropped to the edge of the windowsill, Wiz winging off with a gentle croon as he left Dark to his own devices. The museum was bristling with guards, as usual, and Dark sat back to analyze the situation as he watched the little men patrolling, keeping watch for the infamous thief, and attempting to protect the Gilded Shroud of Cabal. Dark reclined against the window frame, set two-stories above the guards, and wonderfully hidden in the shadows. He thought about it for a few moments, but finally came to the conclusion as plan of action he would take.
Minutes later, all the lights went out. The guards fell into a panic, groping for their flashlights, stumbling into alarms, and generally making a mockery of the badges they wore. There was a fluttering noise, quiet and unobtrusive, that went unnoticed by the guards and officers that were finally clicking on their flashlights. One guard gave a sigh of relief as his light illuminated those around him. He turned and directed the beam of yellow light to the Gilded Shroud. In its place stood a picture of dark, sticking out his tongue and making a face. Scrawled in gold ink at it’s base were the words “As I warned, I have Stolen The Gilded Shroud of Cabal.”
“THE SHROUD HAS BEEN STOLEN!” As if in stereo surround sound, one hundred uniformed guards and officers shouted the same thing, and then all Hell broke loose as panic to find the thief and his new possession overtook reason.
Little did they realize, one among them did not belong. His long black hair was covered by a police officer’s cap, and his lean, muscular body, earlier wrapped in a velvet black cape and tunic, was now in a police officers uniform.
“A little over-used Dark. What did you do with the other guard that this uniform ORIGINALLY belonged to?” Daisuke spoke inside Dark’s mind.
“Oh, he’s fine. He’s enjoying the company of several fine brooms, a mop, and a bucket right now in the janitorial closet down the south wing.” Dark thought back......

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