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Disclaimers: I don�t own any of these characters.

Summary: How does one fill up on emptiness after a
lifetime of denial and self-imposed isolation? Old wounds fester, and certain
purported cures are meant to hurt more than heal.

Like a shipwrecked sailor dying of thirst, he held
the knowledge that merely one drop of the surrounding water would speed up his
inevitable demise. Yet like a cruel lover, fate taunted a dying man with the
image of what he craved the most, knowing full well that it would be the sole
element of his downfall. His lips twisted sardonically at the irony, even as
his heavy footsteps increased against the rain-slicked pavement.

Hopeless
eyes riveted upon the smooth, clear surface of the ocean.

Tonight, he
needed to drown himself in it, in whatever took away the hard edge of his
thoughts, his memories. For underneath that cold and calculated exterior hid
the weariness of a soul that had been running away from himself for far too
long. Even a person such as he needed a temporary respite, as sparsely as it
was given. It was almost worth the trouble of having to deal with his returning
demons the following morning. Almost.

Sheer
familiarity kept his strides brisk and sure as he reached the corner of the
small motel. Heedless of the rain and mud covering his clothes, he swept
through the swinging doors and into the small lobby. This is what I need
right now, he thought to himself, even as bod body reacted with instinctive
disgust. Inside, he exchanged glances with the elderly owner, who inclined her
head towards the staircase in greeting. Grunting in acknowledgement, he strode
upstairs toward room 141.

A dying
man�s water� in the end, it is better left untouched.

As he
fumbled for the key in his pocket, an unusual hesitation suddenly overtook him.
Fool, he spat silently, what the hell do you think you�re doing?
All that ever came of this periodic indulgence were feelings of guilt, layered
with an overwhelming sense of disgust. And feeling in itself was
altogether unacceptable, for to feel was to allow weakness. He could not
tolerate weakness, least of all in himself.

For a
moment, the image of his previous partner flashed through his mind, and he
briefly closed his eyes in defeat. After all, wasn�t it ultimately his desire to
disprove his own weakness that drove him to hunt her? Yes, she�d asked him to
do it, but up to the very end, hadn�t he been compelled by his own personal
motives? He had needed to show himself that he was not above killing his own
partner if necessary. Unfeeling bastard.

With an
iron will, he forcefully shoved away any residual conscience that was left in
him and turned the key. There was no going back now.

Trembling
hands, dipping into the deceptively cool water.

�There you
are.� He flinched inwardly at the soft feminine voice. �I almost thought you
wouldn�t come.�

His only
response was to divest himself of his soaking wet coat and fling it towards the
nearest chair. He needed respite without questions or words. He never asked for
much and expected the same in return. His drenched shirt followed the coat.

�I know
it�s been rather�inconvenient lately, with someone else living in the
apartment�� His hands suddenly stilled in the process of unbuckling his belt.
She noticed it, but mistook his actions for exasperation at their situation.
��but I can speak to her if you�d like, so this�� her hand gestured
around the cheap motel room, �won�t be necessary.�

�No,� came
the curt reply. Somehow, the mere thought of his new partner caused a peculiar
feeling inside of him that he didn�t care to analyze. That voice, which never
appeared to rise above a low soothing cadence, always seemed to be giving out a
silent plea. But it was those fawn-like green eyes that unsettled him the most,
as if calling, beckoning him to� nonsense. �Leave things the way they
are.�

At his
harsh tone, she abruptly turned away, but not before he caught the hurt in her
eyes. Damn it. Damn this entire situation. As was always the case, he
was instantly plagued with a sense of stabbing guilt. What was left of his
humane side reminded himself that she didn�t deserve this, that no one did.

�I told you
before. You don�t have to do this.�

Her head
snapped up in surprise at his words. It was then he saw that her eyes were
brimming with tears. Shaking her head, she suddenly flung herself from the bed
and into his arms. The next instant, she�d wrapped herself around him and was
raining kisses down his throat, his chest. Her body pressed and molded against
him in the exact way she knew he needed it. Of their own volition, his own
hands came up and tangled themselves in her long chestnut tresses. Grabbing a
handful for leverage, he pulled back, forcing her half-unfocused gaze to meet
with his now burning one.

It was the
last straw for him. He�d given her the chance to leave, to escape this downward
spiral he�d brought her into time and again. Yet her refusal only meant that
she was now subject to his will, his needs. Throughout it all, he hadn�t
forgotten the reason why he was here in the first place. The dormant beast had
been patient all this time, but no more. It screamed to be released, to escape
its ironclad restraints. Curving his lips into a twisted smile, he brought his
face so close to hers that his hot breath tickled cheek.

�You do
know what this means now, don�t you?� he rasped softly, his voice harsh with
unbridled lust. Her own breathing had become shallow and uneven, her face
flushed with an answering desire.

�Just do
it,� she whispered almost breathlessly, eyes riveted to his parted lips. In the
next instant, his mouth was upon her, claiming her own with a near savage
hunger. And then her hands were upon him, stroking him, relying on familiarity
to touch him where he needed it the most. Her fingers left ate-hte-hot trail of
searing heat down his body, causing an involuntary or tor to go through him. This
was what he craved, what he needed for the moment. But later, his mind
rebelled, what will you do later?

Unable
to resist, weak unsteady hands cup a handful of seawater.

Their
tongues clashed wildly with each other in a battle of wills. Her wandering
hands found and pressed against his now aching hardness. With a barely
suppressed groan, he grasped her blouse with both hands and tore, heedless of
the buttons that scattered everywhere. The beast was now unleashed, and it was
too impatient for any sort of foreplay. Cupping her rounded bottom with both
hands, he lifted her and strode towards the nearest wall. Pushing her against
it, he lifted her skirt and slid one
leg between her thighs, pressing her heated center directly against his aching
hardness. His teeth flashed in a predatory grin as she instinctively arched
against him, small whimpers escaping her parted lips.

Pushing away the torn fabric of her blouse,
he buried his face between her breasts and inhaled the familiar scent of heavy
arousal, mingled with a trace of her flowery perfume. He needed this, this
temporary indulgence where the carnal pleasures of the flesh overrode the
demons that raged within. Growling like a savage beast, his mouth descended n hen her soft mounds, biting and suckling and licking her to an exhilarated
frenzy, even as he forced her to ride his thigh roughly.

�Please,� she finally managed to choke out,
�I can�t�take this much longer�� His teeth bit down on her flesh and she threw
her head back, an anguished cry escaping her lips.

�Free me,� his uneven voice rasped against
her sensitive breasts. Lifting his head, he pinned her with his hot burning
gaze, daring her to defy him. With unsteady hands, she pulled at his trousers,
managing to free him of its confines. He let out a startled gasp when her
slender fingers circled around his throbbing shaft, stroking it with gentle
caresses.

He couldn�t take much more of this. His
arousal was so thick now that it was painful. Pushing her hands away, he
suddenly grasped her panties and pulled, tearing them as well. Dropping it onto
the floor, he slid her skirt up to her waist and spread her thighs, positioning
himself against her heated center. He urgently rubbed his tip against her
opening, letting the slick juices of her arousal coat him. She was more than
ready for him.

Yet as he
prepared to penetrate her, a sudden thought flashed through his head. She�s
not the one you need.

The dying man, taking his first sip of the
deadly water�

Like hell. With a harsh groan, he thrust into
her hard and deep. Their simultaneous cries of pleasure rang out against the
walls of the room. This was what he needed. It didn�t matter who it was,
as long as he got what he sought in the end. Reveling in the hot, wet warmth
surrounding him, he began to move, driving into her again and again. She arched
against him, her ragged moans fueling the savage hunger of the beast within.
Leaning his forehead forward against the cool wall, he clenched his jaw against
the carnal cravings.

He closed his eyes, willing his brain to
cease functioning, to let his body take over for once. Yet unbidden, his mind
was unexpectedly assailed with the peculiar vision of soft green eyes and
wheat-gold hair. The scent of vanilla and grass intoxicated his senses.
Suddenly, it was not the throaty moans of his lover that he heard, but soft
anguished cries of passion and wonder. Damn it.

She was the last thing he needed on his mind. Yet inexplicably,
her image only fanned the flames of his lust. The thought of her willing body
spread before him as he pierced her h agh again and again was enough to make
him lose all vestiges of control. But the notion that a mere slip of a girl
could have this kind of effect on him also angered him beyond reason.

With a snarl, he shifted, changing the depth
and angle of his thrusts. He claimed
her lips roughly, his tongue invading her mouth mercsly sly as she arched and
moaned brokenly against him. But still, he couldn�t rid himself of her
image pinned beneath him, arching against him, teeth clenched on his name at
the moment of fulfillment. Dear God�

He was
drowning in the deadly water�

By now, the coupling had reached a frenzied
pace. Bodies drenched in perspiration, they moved slickly against one another
in an attempt to reach completion. Sensing that her release was close, he
dragged his mouth away from hers, his breath coming in short hot bursts as it
trailed down her throat. Sucking at the juncture where her pulse beat, his
thumb simultaneously reached down and brushed against the pulsing nub between
her legs. That was her undoing.

�Amon!� she
screamed brokenly, her body wracked with wave after wave of rapture. Her long
nails were digging so hard into his shoulder blades that they drew blood. He
groaned at the feel of her wet heat clamped tightly around him, milking him
with the juices of her release. In his mind�s eye, it wasaw-gaw-gold hair, and
not chestnut, that hung about a heart-shaped face like a wanton veil. It was
emerald-green eyes, not brown ones that he saw glazed with the after-effects of
climax. Lord help him, but he could bear the hunger no more.

With a guttural cry, he sank his teeth into
her shoulder, simultaneously thrusting into her as deep as he could. She cried
out at the unbearable pleasure-pain, her body cresting into another climax,
driving him over the edge as well. With a violent shudder, he spilled his seed
deep within her, his teeth gritted against the violent throes of carnal
ecstasy. Afterwards, he held her there against the wall, both their bodies
sticky, sweaty, and shaky, as the culmination of their passion trickled down to
the dirty carpet.

His hunger
thus appeased, the harsh rays of reality began to seep in. Willing his eyes
open, he grimly acknowledged that the woman in his arms was not the one he had
made love to in his mind�s eye. This one was slumped against the wall, her
hands clutching at the last remnants of her clothing and most likely, her
pride. Her gaze was averted from his, as was always the case after such
encounters. Once again, the feeling of guilt was overwhelming, washing away all
other sensations.

�I�m
sorry,� he finally said when he�d managed to find his voice. It was all he
could do to keep the bitterness out of his tone. Disentangling himself from
her, he turned to retrieve the clothes that were so carelessly discarded in his
previously lust-filled haste. His cool, collected demeanor belied the turmoil
that was currently raging within. He didn�t care to assess the amount of damage
that was inflicted this night. After all, it was just another brick in the
wall. Tonight was no different.

Liar,
his traitorous mind retorted, do you think substituting one for the other is
going to solve your problems?

He let loose a foul oath, cursing himself,
cursing her. For therein, lay the problem. No matter how he denied it,
he could not get the girl out of his thoughts. Try as he might, he could not
ignore the pull that she had on him. It was pexinexing, intoxicating, and
ultimately lethal. Like her fire craft, he knew that anyone who got too close
would eventually get burned. He was not foolish enough to think he would be the
exception.

Then why is that that every time you look
into her eyes, you see the one hope against your waking nightmares?

Forcing such disconcerting thoughts aside, he
donned the last of his clothing and prepared to leave. At the last minute
however, he hesitated, sparing a glance at the woman who now sat hunched on the
carpeted ground. Her arms were wrapped around her drawn-up knees, her chin
resting on top of it. Her vulnerable position sent another stab of guilt
piercing through his gut.

�You�d best
go home now,� he suggested mildly.

Her brown
eyes met his, lost yet proud. �I�ll go when it suits me,� she responded evenly.

�Very well,
then.� He had met his obligations. Without another glance, he was out the door.

*****************

Once
downstairs, he approached the innkeeper, who was a bit startled to be sought
out by the enigmatic man. Other than the first time he�d made arrangements for
the room upstairs, he had never bothered to speak to her. Striding up to the
front desk now, he wordlessly tossed the room key onto the counter, along with
a thick wad of cash. As he turned silently to leave, she finally found the
voice to speak.

�Wait! Does
this mean that�?�

�Yes,� he
responded curtly, somehow managing not to break pace with his strides, �I�ve no
more use of it.� Without another word, he swung through the double doors and
out into the streets. This was the end. There was no turning back.

Outside, the rain had stopped altogether, the
clouds slowly dispersing to reveal frail rays of moonlight. Closing his eyes,
he took in a lungful of the evening air and exhaled. It held a whiff of promise
and something else that felt suspiciously like hope. Yet hope was the last
thing he should be feeling. After all, what did he have left, now that he�d
given up on his temporary respite?

For a moment, the image of bottle-green eyes
flashed before him. Smiling sardonically, he turned his mind away and chose to
ignore it. How typical.

Perhaps
one day, he thought silently. But not now.
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