For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

Facts & Trivia:

The triskelion ring:

This ring is described in the 'Story of O." book ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Story_of_O ), given to her as a sign of her submission. The book describes it as a ring likely to a signet ring, made of iron with gold on the inside, the signet being adorned by a golden wheel with three spiral-shaped spikes like the sun-wheel of the Celts (which would be called a triskelion). Would look like this...

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a6/Roissy_triskelion_iron_ring_signet.png

The ring is today worn by people of the BDSM community. Worn on the left hand by the dominant part so that it doesn't get in the way when a beating is carried out (which is usually done with the right hand); worn on the right hand by the submissive parts. However, the BDSM community prefers a different kind of ring, not with the triskelion, but a chained 'O' for the protagonist of the book - this ring would look like this:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/50/Ring_der_o.jpg




The idea of getting him onto his knees, I found while lying on the floor afterwards and desperately tried to get more air into my lungs, had been both one of the worst and the best in my whole life.

Just good that he hadn't asked for the names again.

"You were right, sometimes being on the knees isn't so bad." He smiled a wicked smile lying beside me, head propped on one arm.

I tried to laugh, but didn't have enough air yet to do that properly.

"Seems we both learn something from each other, hmmm?" He asked.

"That's the point in knowing other people, right? Learning something, I mean."

"Right." He said and touched my face. "Which reminds me... what was that about the 'rough' part?"

"Oh, that." I said and didn't know what to answer.

"Like to be taken, hmmm? Not making your own decisions?"

"Just sometimes, Xander." I snorted.

"We are talking just about those 'sometimes', Dana. This here will be over when we're finished with it." He replied and kissed my collarbone. "Just playing. No consent - with consent. I wouldn't do it any other way."

"Good to hear." I said and, again, didn't know what more to say.

"Want me to take you?" He asked.

"I wouldn't lie here on the floor with you if I didn't." I snickered.

"Yeah, but that kind of taking will be something else. I expect you to fight me, at least a tiny little bit. I won't ask you if I hurt you; in fact, I'll intend to hurt you as far as you'll want me to. I expect you to hurt me too; that's the nature of this game. I can control myself if I'm prepared for it; and as long as you only have your hands to fight me, I think I should be able to control you, too, in case you should lose it. But..."

He stopped for a moment and bit his bottom lip - something that strongly reminded me of Dom.

"We need a word to stop it. Something we both can say when it's getting too much. Just a game, after all; we don't want it to become too serious and I don't know your limits yet... just as you don't know mine."

"Safeword? Yeah, I know that from..." I stopped to speak when I saw the way he looked at me.

"You were ever seriously into SM? Can't believe that." He laughed.

"Better believe that, Xander." I replied calm. "Even wore a triskelion ring on my hand for quite some time."

"Side?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Right." I said and laughed about his relatively unbelieving expression.

"Right? You got me on my knees." He laughed.

"Yes, and you got me there before that and I enjoyed it, as you might remember. So?"

"No matter if left or right, but that was way before my brother, right?"

"Long time before your brother."

"What did you like about it?" He asked.

"The pain. Sometimes pain is good if it's not too overwhelming and unexpected. Makes me feel that I'm still alive. Sometimes I liked the submission. Not having to control everything. Both together, with a good top - perfect."

"Yeah, right. I know what you're talking about." He said. "Saw some things myself that made me wish..." He stopped talking. "Don't want to talk about that."

"You better talk about it now, Xander, so that I know at least one of your limits." I replied quiet. "See, I'm giving you my trust here - much of my trust. It would only be fair if you would trust me in the same way. What happened to you, Xander? Tell me."

I saw something in his face and eyes that I had just briefly seen there before, in that club. Some kind of... vulnerability. A fear, something that had obviously been buried so deep inside of him that he, himself, was scared to see it surfacing - so scared that his eyes started to travel beside me. Didn't look at me any more.

And that was something that even scared me.

I touched his cheek with my fingers, stroking softly over the skin.

"I gave myself to you several times, Xander. I did that unconditionally. Now give me something of yourself. Please."

"You gave your body to me, Dana. What you're requesting is a piece of my soul. Something you could hurt me with, I mean - really hurt me with."

"I gave that to you, too, and you know it." I replied and kept touching his face. "The moment I asked you to kiss me you had that piece of my soul and I think you're perfectly aware that you could tear it apart any time you feel like it. You took more and more of it over the last days, your latest stunt in the club with me trusting you taking the biggest piece in this." I kissed his temple. "I know that this here with me has probably been going much further than your usual tete-â-tete so far, so tell me. If you don't know by now that everything you tell me is safe with me, then, honestly, I don't think you're worth my trust any more either."

He took a deep breath and continued to stare at the ceiling. I just waited patiently, knowing from experience that some things need time to be put into words.

"Not tonight, Dana." He finally said. "Not tonight. Have to check on some things first. But believe me, I'm going to tell you as soon as I have done that."

"What things?" I asked.

"Just things." He replied quietly. "Just stuff I need to know before I give certain information to you."

"Things about what?" I tried again.

"About you. About myself. About Dom."

"All comes down to Dom, right?"

"Sort of. He's my brother. Family. Remember?"

"And what am I, Xander?"

"That I'll tell you when I have my information. I promise I'll give you an answer before this week is over." He said.

I couldn't say that I was satisfied and he obviously saw that in my eyes.

"Listen, this is just about now and here, not about 'you and me' or 'Dom and you' or anything else, got that?" He sounded a bit harsh. "I'm just not certain that you're really knowing what this will be about and I'm not at a point where I would tell you too much about myself. Not yet, that is." He spoke to the ceiling.

"Xander, look at me." I said softly and was a bit surprised that he did. "I'm willing to take whatever you're willing to give. Seems you're willing to give what I want to take, so there shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?"

"You're aware that this... could become... very intense? That you'll probably not be able to ever look at me the same way again, just as I won't ever be able to look at you in the way I looked at you before this night?"

"I'd hope we'd look at each other with a bit more respect." I replied.

"You know that I never, ever did this to anyone who I expected to see again?"

"Well, I never got that from anyone I ever saw again, so there. Could be interesting to do that with someone with a little... trust."

There, I had spoken out that bad word which seemed to scare him so much if used on himself.

I looked at him the same way that he looked at me, waiting for the question or the answer that our last comments were waiting for.

"Don't know if this isn't going a bit too far, Dana." He finally said, a deep frown etched into his brow. "Don't know if-"

"We already went too far, way too far, Xander." I said. "You went too far when you asked me for another night, I went too far when I promised you one. This here has nothing to do with Dom anymore; this is just about you and me, whether you want to realize this or not. We can't go back any more and instead of fleeing now I suggest we just look ahead the road and see where it will take us."

"I don't see a road there, Dana. I don't want to see a road. Better for me, better for you." Xander replied. "Better for Dom, too." He added after some time.

"Wow, you're the most selfish bastard I've ever met, but when it comes to this, you start thinking about other people. Amazing." I snorted.

He stared some more at the ceiling, obviously thinking about something.

"Now, where were we... the word, right?" He finally said.

"Baby." I said after doing some thinking. "Dom calls me that. You never did; you always use my name. And frankly, I see no reason why I should ever call either of you baby."

"Baby it is, then." He snorted. "I'd never call you that if everything was okay. Would never call anyone that. Never understood how anyone could call a grown-up person 'baby'. Well, that's just Dom, I guess."

"Yeah, that's Dom." I replied and didn't feel guilty for a second.

"Should we have a shower first?" I asked.

"No, I like it the way it is. Sweaty, dirty. You smelling like me already; your scent on me. Love that; no need to wash it off."

"Dom always-" I started. The look in Xander's eyes had changed; from the friendly, smiling person to something... predatory. Animalistic.

I knew he was already in character, so to speak. Damn, that guy was too good...

"Fuck Dom." He said. "Should I fuck Dom out of your dirty little mind, hmmm? Should I fuck every other man out of your dirty brain?"

He was rolling onto me, his hands pinning my arms down next to my face. I knew what he expected from me and was more than happy to play along this time.

"Xander, please." I whispered. "Let me go."

"The hell I will." He laughed and licked over my cheek. "You're so nice and sweaty and dirty. Like that. Makes me want to lick you all over."

I shuddered at the thought; but definitely not because I found it gross.

"Want me to lick you? To fuck you?" He growled.

"Xander... get off me..." I groaned and tried to wind out of his grip which already was much harder than ever before. Hurting.

"If I get off you, then just to turn you around and fuck you into that tight little ass of yours, Dana." He chuckled and let his free hand wander down the side of my body until it came to a hold on my buttock, squeezing it hard.

I gasped out loud; something I didn't need to pretend.

"Would you like that? Would you want me to fuck you in the ass, Dana? So hard that you'd beg me to have mercy?"

Slowly but surely he was really scaring me a bit. His hand pushed under me, his fingers were tracing down the sweat covered cleft; probing at the puckered opening.

"So tight, Dana. Hmmmmm... so fucking tight. Can you imagine what it feels like when I stretch you with my really big cock? Gods, I think I'm gonna come by just thinking about it, Dana..."

I felt myself panicking, tried to escape the probing fingers that had started to push hard; something that only made him laugh.

"...however, this floor here is not the right place to do it." He said, let go of my arms and with a swift move, he got off me, picked me up and started to carry me away.

I stared at his face, could see a fire burning in his eyes of which I didn't know if it would burn me to death.

"Gonna take you in your bed, Dana. How do you like that? You'll never be able to sleep in that bed again without thinking of how I took you in it... hard, fast..." He never stopped talking in a deep, growling voice; his lips always close to my ear. I struggled, tried to escape, but he held me so tight that I didn't have a chance.

He practically threw me on the bed and before I could even blink his body was next to mine; I felt that he was already hard. With one hand he held my arms up again, the other stroked over my cheek.

"You're so sweet, Dana. Thought I'd play all nice with you, hmmm? Got news for you, I won't make love to you. Gonna take you hard; and you'll scream for more first..." His hand was sliding between my legs. "... and then you'll beg me to stop; but I won't. I'm just gonna take you harder and faster." He pinched my clit with his fingers, made me scream out.

"You like it hard, Dana. I'm gonna give it to you."

He bit down on one of my nipples; so hard that I almost thought he was drawing blood. I screamed out; getting one of my hands free from his hold in the process.

I scratched over his back with my fingernails; could feel the skin scraping off.

"Little bitch, wanna mark me?" He growled. "I can mark you too."

He bit into my neck hard and started to suck, his fingers between my legs continued their torture.

I bit down on his ear which came far too close to my mouth to not do that. In reply, his hand between my legs was removed and came down smacking my ass a second later. I cried out in surprise, just to feel him squeeze my buttock hard.

"You bite me, I'm gonna beat you, little bitch. You don't cooperate, I'm gonna fuck you. Well, I'm gonna fuck you anyway, so..." He hissed while one of his fingers started to slide up and down my cleft again. "Don't tell me you never did that before. Bet you love to get it in the ass. Perhaps even better, do it with two men; one giving it into your ass and the other one into your cunt, hmmm?"

"I never did that with two..." I snapped.

"You're gonna do that with two, Dana. And you'll love it. But tonight you're all mine. I bet Dom never tried that, right?" One of his fingers, wet from my juices, started to push into the hole; or at least tried to. I felt myself tensing all over; in short terms: I froze.

Then I remembered the word. I just had to find out if this was still a game or if he meant what he was saying and doing.

"Baby..." I whispered.

The finger was instantly removed; the other hand let go of my arms and stroked over my hair.

"What's up, Dana? Too much for you?" He said with that usual, sensual voice of his.

"No, just wanted to know if you would stop if I told you to."

"Oh, you better not test me." He chuckled. "I usually do what I say. Now - you don't want this?"

"Dunno, think you're probably too big to... well, you know, already told you that in the club..." I said and felt myself blushing.

"Told you I'd hurt you. Also told you that I'd stop if it's getting too much and you say the word. But never, ever test me again, Dana. I don't like being tested."

His lips crashed down on mine; his hand at the back of my head was holding me in an iron-like grip. The fingers of the other hand slid down my back again; one of them instantly and even harder than before pushing into me; and as he did that so quickly he even succeeded before I could tense up again.

I tried to scream; but the cry was muffled in his mouth.

My attempts to push him away from me were all in vain; in fact I felt him holding and pushing into me harder with each move I made. I felt him chuckle into my mouth; which just made me angry. But damn, the way he held me and touched me also made me feel incredibly hot.

"You're so tight, Dana. Have to stretch you more or I'll tear you apart when I fuck you. But damn, you're so wet elsewhere..." He groaned while his finger slid in and out of me; some of the other fingers occasionally brushing over my clit.

"Decisions, decisions." He continued. "Should I work on you a bit more, or should I take the easy passage... hmmm..." His hand kept working on me.

"Not so easy, that decision, hmmm, Xander?" I hissed. "You're still clinging to last night with Dom or would you like to move... forward?"


He just chuckled to himself in reply. Another finger started to push into me, wet with my juices; moved, twisted and screwed its way inside of me.

By that point of time I was lying there just panting and moaning into his mouth. The other hand stopped holding my face, wandered down to my breast and pinched my nipple hard, twisted it between two fingers.

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and enjoyed the delicious pain; soundless and relaxed.

"Beautiful, Dana." He whispered softly into my ear, obviously not in character for a moment. "Never saw anyone else take this like you. Love the way you do that. Tell me how you feel when you take it."

It took me a moment to unlock my gritted teeth without crying out loud while he continued to mistreat my nipple.

"Makes me feel... strong... to take it like this. Without sound. Makes me feel proud that I can take it." I whispered.

"Want me to give you more pride?" He asked, then bit down on my bottom lip. A third finger was pushed into me; or maybe it was a fourth already; I honestly couldn't tell any more.

"I'd take anything from you, Xander. Anything. Would do anything you want me to do. Say it and I'll do it."

I had never felt like this before. Never so utterly content to be taken; to not think, to just give myself to someone and felt his hard length rubbing between my folds; for a short moment sliding into the wetness; taking two hard strokes inside of me while his fingers were still pushing into the other opening

"Don't think we'll need any lube with you being that wet." He finally said.

I groaned out in frustration when his fingers and cock were removed.

Before I could even breathe in again his length was pushing hard into the stretched, puckered opening.

"Oh - goooodddsss...." I moaned out, just to have him catch my face with his hand, turn it around and feel his mouth on mine again, muffling my cry.

The other hand now sneaked around my waist, came down between my legs and massaged my clit without mercy; one finger sliding between my folds into the other opening, in and out, again and again. Then he pulled, just to push himself inside of me again, harder.

"Fuck, you're so damn tight, Dana. Damn tight." He groaned into my mouth, barely understandable.

I felt the sweat practically streaming from my body.

"How much can you take, Dana?" He whispered.

"Much more, Xander." I said.

"We'll see." He grunted and slammed into me hard.

Honestly, I didn't know if I was in heaven or hell. White hot pain came from my back, from my mistreated nipples; but that same pain had me more aroused than anything else I ever experienced; especially because I knew that I could stop it with one word - one of which I had already forgotten how to speak it out.

Damn, he was so hard and big and all over me and shit, did he have more that two arms to be all over me like this?

What did words matter, I forgot them all - even the really short ones.

I noticed that someone was screaming; it took me some time to realize that it was myself. I couldn't even hear him any more clearly, my blood was rushing in my ears too loud. I tried to hold on to him, couldn't get a grip; his skin was slippery and wet from sweat all over. Even digging into it with my fingernails really hard didn't help.

No idea how many times I came there, but it didn't matter. It was as if I was carried from one orgasm to another.

My legs started to feel soft, not being able to support me any more; but he was there, holding me as if his arms were giant steel pliers. I knew I would be bruised by the morning and badly so, but it didn't matter to me either.

For a short moment he became slower, I could feel and hear his heavy breathing on my shoulder.

"Like that, hmmm? No one would ever give that to you. Just me." He growled, bit down into that already marked and bruised shoulder and slammed into me again.

Then, when it was about to become too much, or perhaps already past that point when I found myself almost frantically searching my brain for the word - what had it been, damn? - I felt him coming. It was more like a feeling at first, his body tensing, his muscles almost cramping around me, then I heard him; but not really clearly because, again, I was screaming.

And I think that was the moment when I really blacked out.

I never found out how long it took until I came to my senses again; but when I did, he was still holding me in his arms and was obviously still inside of me; my body rising and falling with his and my own heavy breathing. He had turned my head to the side, looked at me.

"Shit." He whispered. "You okay?"

"Dunno." I answered drowsily, tried to roll my shoulders and winced. "Feel as if a truck has hit me. But damn, Xander, one fine truck that has been."

"You passed out." He said matter-of-factly.

"Possible." I said.

"That happens often to you?"

"No, not really. In fact, that's the first time I passed out doing anything like... this."

"Think I lost control a bit." He muttered. "But damn, you could have said something if it was too much!"

"Wasn't too much. Besides, I couldn't remember the word." I laughed.

"You... couldn't... remember...?" He stared at me wide eyed.

"Just couldn't. Tried, but couldn't. I knew you wouldn't hurt me, though, so it didn't matter."

"You're wrong." He said. "About the hurting. Look."

He pointed at my shoulder, which was bleeding.

"That was the point, right? Hurting, I mean. I bet I'll be bruised all over tomorrow, but what the hell? I wanted that. You don't look too much better either, by the way." I said and pointed at his arms, which were bloody and scratched by my fingernails.

"I bet there'll be some people who won't see it that way." He replied calm. "I better stay away from the house tomorrow. Perhaps I'll take Dom with me, so that he, too, won't see that without me being present. I already know he won't like it; he doesn't know too much of that side of mine."

"You know what? I give a fuck." I snapped. "Damn, I think I didn't come as often in the last year as I did tonight, and if bruises and bitemarks are the price I have to pay, so what?"

Xander still stared at me, a deep frown in his face.

"You know, I never lost it like this." He finally said. "And it scares the shit out of me. Fuck, we'll both have to learn to control ourselves much more if that here should continue. If you and I continue our fights and sex like... this, one of us might seriously hurt or kill the other one day. We're both far too pushing not to cross certain lines; we've already proven that several times in the last days."

"Xander, I doubt I could kill you. Ever. I mean, physically. It's just not possible." I laughed.

"Oh, believe me, I doubt that you couldn't." He replied calm and serious; a bit too serious for my taste.

I snorted, looked if he laughed or smiled, but nothing - just that serious face. "You don't really think I would want to kill you, right?"

"I didn't say you would, I also didn't say you'd want to. I just said and still believe that you could, that's dangerous enough for me not to mention it. And by the way," his tone and face indicated that he wanted to change the subject, "I think you should shower. Me too. And have something to drink; lots of water would be perfect."

"I'll rather stick with my Coke." I laughed while he was already carrying me over to the bathroom.

After we had showered and a short visit to the kitchen where we plundered the fridge, he carried me back to the bedroom and tucked me into the bed, almost tenderly. He had been most silent ever since we had been in the bathroom, and I wondered why.

"Thank you." He said, sitting by the bedside.

"What for?" I asked.

"For that night." He replied, got up and started to get dressed.

"What the fuck are you doing there, Xander?" I frowned.

"Getting dressed." He said without looking at me.

"What for?"

"To go outside, of course."

"The baker's not open yet, if you have that idea." I really didn't know what he wanted to do.

"No, you didn't understand. I'll go somewhere else to get some sleep; I can't sleep here with you."

"Pray tell why not?"

Finally, he looked at me while he was already putting on his boots. "Because I never stay overnight with just one person in a bed, especially not if that person's a woman. Better for you, better for me. And before you ask again - that, too, is something I'll perhaps explain to you when I have more information. I won't promise that, though."

He came over to the bed again and tried to kiss me, but I was way too confused to accept this and turned my head when his lips came near.

"As you wish." He shrugged, turned around and went to the door. "Oh, and if possible, sleep naked tomorrow night. Maybe you'll have a visitor."

His grin was the last thing I saw when the light was turned off. A second later, the front door was closed and that was the last thing I heard apart of the birds which had started to chirp outside with the waking day.

It took me a long time to fall asleep even if I was deadly tired. Xander, I found, was a total mystery.

One that I intended to solve.