The Love of a Dead Man

Talk Dirty

Valkyrie and Skulduggery made it to the wearhouse and Valkyrie tried not to act awkward but she couldn't help it. She knew that something was happening in the attic, that the charge they had between them shouldn't be ignored, but then at the same time she couldn't help but feel like it was all too fast.

She hadn't even thought about him like that a week ago, and now he was going to talk dirty to her in an attempt to bring out her evil alter ego.

They walked into the building and Skulduggery turned to her, "this I purely just for Darquesse to emerge." He said softly, and Valkyrie couldn't help but feel disappointed.

She wanted him. It was undeniable.

Skulduggery's fingers tapped his collar and a face rose over his skull, as he became a man his dark black hair, bright glittering green eyes and a cruel smirk.

Valkyrie gasped and Skulduggery raised an eyebrow then made his way forward, pressing her against the nearest wall. His head came down, as a hand gripped her neck and turning her head to the side. She trembled at the dominance he exuded as his breath tickled her ear, "Darquesse," he said softly.

Valkyrie squeezed her eyes shut. His voice should be illegal, especially with the way he rolled the r and made the q sound like a dark promise.

He pressed his body against her, "I know you can hear me. You want out don't you, Darq?"

Valkyrie couldn't help the groan that slipped past her lips, and she grabbed onto his arm for support. Only he would be stupid enough to give her a nickname.

"Valkyrie," he said.

She could only huff, and she felt her then. She was back, but still trapped, and she was panting as much as Valkyrie was.

"Stephanie... I want Darquesse, give her to me." Skulduggery was holding on to her hips, keeping her pressed against the wall as he trailed his lips across her neck, finding that sweet spot and Valkyrie arched her back.

"Break down those walls in your mind, Darquesse, and I'll break those walls in your cunt." She could feel Skulduggery tremble at his own words then, so she didn't feel bad for the sound that she made, and the way that she moved her hips, grinding against him.

Skulduggery pushed against her back, one hand coming down to grip under her thigh, bringing her leg up to wrap around him. She nodded, her voice caught in her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her legs so both her ankles locked together at the small of his back, "Skulduggery," she moaned, her voice breathy.

Skulduggery's grip on her legs tightened, and she was sure she was going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers as he returned her call, and his voice sent shivers straight down her spine. "Valkyrie..."

Valkyrie could feel herself losing control as Darquesse broke free and then she was rushing to the front of her mind. Valkyrie cried out and then she was gone, and it was Darquesse and she was pulling on Skulduggery's hair, closing the distance between their mouths.

Skulduggery let her have a few moments to sate her, trailing his tongue alone her lips, prising them open with teeth.

He knew Darquesse would appreciate a little pain, so he bit down on her bottom lip, pulling it with him as he broke the kiss off.

Then he thumped his hand against her head and she dropped unconscious to the floor.

**(o)(o)**

Valkyrie woke up tied to a chair. She looked up at Skulduggery who leaned against the wall in front of her, as she tried her best to ignore the pounding headache that raged behind her eyes. Skulduggery had deactivated his facade, and his mood was unreadable.

"Skulduggery," she said, "I figured you'd have a few kinks with being as messed up in the head as you are, but this," she pulled at her tied arms and legs, "too much too soon."

"Shut up," Skulduggery said, but his tone was warm. "I didn't know whether I should have expected Darquesse when you woke up, that's all."

Valkyrie went quiet for a moment. "She's there, talking to me again." She looked at him, "she simultaneously wants to have sex with and kill you."

Now she could detect his mood.

He was feeling very, very, very, smug. Like his usual smugness and times that by fifty, and you had Skulduggery in that moment as he shrugged, "I have that affect on people."

But he was something else, too. He was just feeling cocky, and she squinted her eyes at him. Then it clicked.

Oh.

He was horny, so incredibly horny.

Valkyrie blushed, and tried quickly to distract him as he pushed off the wall and stalked towards her, sexual intent rolling off him in waves now that she was aware of it.

She licked her lips as he stopped right in front of her, and she was eye level with his middle. She watched his suit fill out as he activated his facade again. A gloved hand cupped her chin, titling her head upwards and she met a pair of eyes that rivaled the darkness of her own.

"No more relationships, Valkyrie. I will own you." His eyes got impossibly darker, "and I will own Darquesse. Oh, I will have so much fun with her."

Valkyrie kept her eyes forward, "Skulduggery we need to focus."

"Why would I want to? Lord Vile wants out, Valkyrie. He wants Darquesse wants out too." He paused, "it's unusual for him to want control for a reason other than killing."

Valkyrie really wished that she wasn't tied as shadows came out of Skulduggery's suit, and overcame him and turned into his armour. "Skulduggery," she whimpered.

Vile crouched down and looked at her through the slits over his eyes. "Darquesse," he said, his voice raspy.

"Skulduggery," Valkyrie said, "come on break through, don't let him control you."

Vile cocked his head to the side, "I'm not controlling him, in fact he's controlling me."

Shadows came down and sliced through the rope around her ankles and wrists, "I set you free, now set her free."