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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      From_Dusk_Till_Dawn:_The_Series
  Relationship:
      Kate_Fuller/Seth_Gecko, Kate_Fuller_&_Seth_Gecko
  Character:
      Kate_Fuller, Seth_Gecko
  Additional Tags:
      Drug_Use, Dom/sub, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Dry_Humping
  Series:
      Part 1 of Come_From_Way_Above
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-06 Words: 2707
****** to bring me love or a dark lullaby ******
by liketogetlost
Summary
     Kate feels like she’s tapped into his center, like she knows how to
     pull and tug at his strings. It feels wrong, like no one should have
     that much power over another person but Kate wants it, wants to be
     selfish and just fucking pull until he unravels.
     - Kate distracts Seth from using with sex. Things get Dom/sub-y and
     weird. Because this is Seth/Kate, after all.
Kate watches Seth from where she sits at the table cleaning her gun. She
watches him sit on the edge of the bed, scratching at his beard, pretending
he’s watching tv. It’s not like he can understand any of it. She asked him once
if he ever even took basic Spanish in high school and he just looked at her and
mumbled “Bit too busy making money to even attend half the time.” Kate had felt
bad for a second until she realized he was trying to make her feel bad. 
 
“Yeah, well, you’re not stupid. You just pretend to be. You could learn if you
tried.” His silence was satisfying and telling.
 
Kate’s never thought of herself as an angry or spiteful person. She’s always
been forgiving, as the Lord teaches you to be, and tries not to carry anger on
her back like a cross. She tries, except sometimes she wakes up in the middle
of the night and she can’t sleep thinking about how angry she is all the time,
how much she wants to take control of her life. Kate felt that way before
Mexico, before the Geckos and the Twister. Before she tore through a culebra’s
torso with a chainsaw and walked away shaky at how good it had felt to do.
 
Anger’s been boiling inside of her for years, it’s only now spilling over.
Usually tipping onto Seth, because he gives as good as she does.
 
Kate remembers the tequila shot, the burn of the liquor in her throat and the
way Seth looked at her like he wanted to crawl under her skin. She’d learned
more about Seth during his attempt at manipulation than he had learned about
her. He’d only walked away knowing she’d French kissed a boy, Kate walked away
knowing Seth wasn’t as tough as he pretended to be.
 
He’d never admit now that she knows how to push every single one of his buttons
until he’s speechless and narrow eyed.
 
Until he grabs for his stash.
 
That’s when Kate regrets her harsh words. Because even though it’s routine now,
seeing Seth shoot up is never an easy thing to watch. She’s done the research,
used library computers and the internet at twenty minute intervals to learn
about the effects of heroin, short and long term.
 
Kate doesn’t hate Seth. She just doesn’t want to go where he’s going, and he
won’t go where she wants. Somehow they’re driving down different roads but
latched onto each other.
 
When she thinks about what he’s doing to himself, how he’s slowly killing all
of the pain and nearly himself, it makes her chest hurt.
 
Watching him now, getting itchy because it’s that time of night, it makes her
feel sick.
 
She wants to fight with him again, because screaming is easier than telling him
she actually cares about him. Not that he’d believe it.
 
Kate knows Seth doesn’t believe in anything other than his needle, money, and
that his brother is dead.
 
He runs his hand over the addition to his tattoo, black ink covering a literal
wound. The rest of the flames covering his arm, Kate thinks, probably exist to
cover the wounds you can’t see.
 
It’s not as if he doesn’t care about her, too. He acts indifferent, acts like
he couldn’t care less if she left him in the middle of the night. Sometimes she
thinks about it. Considers if she could get up and leave him. Kate knows she
could make it on her own, but it’s easier with Seth. In a way. In other ways
it’s like a three ring circus. But Kate knows in her heart without her he’d
wind up dead, and she can’t even think about that.
 
He might try to pretend he doesn’t care but he’s not as good as actor as he
thinks he is. There’s always something about the way he touches her in public,
protective hand on her back or guiding her at her shoulder. She’s felt his need
to protect her since the long road from the Twister. 
 
And as much as they fight about the big things, he usually listens to her
almost too easy about other things. He almost seems to enjoy doing things for
her.
 
After their first score, he’d grinned over at her from the driver’s side. “Want
to go shopping, princess?” She couldn’t help it, she’d giggled. 
 
Sometimes she catches him looking at her, can’t place the way it makes her
feel. It’s almost like he’s asking her for something, but never does. It makes
her feel powerful, makes her breath quicken at the thoughts it makes her think.
Kate wonders sometimes exactly what she could ask of Seth, if he’d do it. If
he’d ask her to ask him.
 
Kate watches Seth sigh, watches as his brow dots with sweat and he grips at his
knees, hands clenching and unclenching.
 
She thinks about starting a fight, grabbing his drugs and flushing them. She
knows he’d just get more.
 
She’s ashamed that she shoots him up herself more often times than not when he
can’t seem to find a vein. Kate knows he’d do it anyway, at least he won’t
overdose or withdraw. She’s seen him start to before and sometimes she’s weak
too. 
 
Too weak to watch him suffer so much.
 
But she needs him, too. Needs him alive and as functioning as he can be.
 
She’ll have a lot to answer to God to, but she can’t think about that right
now.
 
Kate decides to try a different tactic. Wonders if she can get Seth to do less
and less, his withdrawal won’t be so bad, and maybe he’d stop. 
 
Seth starts to get up and Kate knows where he’s going. She places her gun on
the table, clean and reassembled, and gets up. “Hey, wait.”
 
Something about the way he immediately sits back down makes a spark ignite in
her belly.
 
“Do you… do you have to?”
 
Seth still closes his eyes like he’s gearing up for a fight. “Kate - “
 
“I mean, is it that bad? Can you just wait a little bit?” Kate walks closer,
sees Seth open his eyes and track her movements.
 
“Why?”
 
She reaches over and turns off the tv, taking a breath before she turns towards
him and pulls off her flannel shirt, bare arms in her tank. The dark of his
eyes flash downwards and Kate has to hold back a small grin.
 
“I thought maybe we could make a deal.” She tosses her shirt past him to land
on the bed and stands in front of him, her chest at level with his face. 
 
There’s a thickness in his throat she watches him swallow down, follows his
eyes as they wander back up to meet her own. “Never take deals, sis.”
 
Kate smiles. “Sure you want to call me that?”
 
He looks like he’s about to try to say something to distract her again so she
reaches up and cards her fingers through the front of his hair.
 
Watches his eyes practically roll as they close, his mouth go slack and his
breath come out heavy and hard. 
 
“Kate…”
 
“Do you want the drugs, Seth? Because you could take them, or I could keep
touching you.” Kate’s voice lowers to just above a whisper, stroking his head
slowly, actions like she’s trying not to spook a horse.
 
Seth struggles to open his eyes and focus. “What?” It comes out choked, like he
almost can’t speak.
 
She bites her lip and rests one knee beside him on the bed, watching his eyes
flash with first confusion, then panic, then darken when she rests her other
knee beside his waist. Kate sits on his lap and grips the back of his neck,
watching his chest rise and fall quicker and quicker. 
 
Her hand grips his chin gently and makes him look up at her. “You can have the
drugs or you can have me.”
 
His hands are in fists at his sides, shaking, and he just licks his lips and
groans. “You don’t, you can’t -“
 
Kate nods, resting her forehead on his. “I do. I want this.” She laughs. “Since
when do I do anything I don’t want to do?”
 
Seth presses his head back against hers, breath coming even faster as she runs
her palm slow over his shoulder. “Seems as if you like it.”
 
Seth leans his head back a little and nods. Kate smiles. She lets her fingers
slip behind his ear, thumb teasing the corner of his mouth and Seth shivers. 
 
“Wow. Look at you.”
 
He looks up at her with dark eyes. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
 
“No? Wanna call me kiddo and tell me to play with boys my own age? Or do you
want me to ask you to take my shirt off for me?” 
 
Seth reaches up, his fingers twitching above the bottom hem of her shirt. “Go
ahead.” Kate breathes, encouraging and soft.
 
He grips the bottom of it and pulls it over her head, Kate lifting her arms and
shaking out her hair. Seth balls the shirt up in one hand, his face inches from
her chest and his eyes raking over her skin.
 
Kate grips the back of his neck with both hands again, his skin flushed and
hot, and settles herself down against his lap more comfortably. Lets her lips
trace his jaw, his chin, kisses down his throat. She glances down and sees him
squeezing the shirt and she smiles. “Drop it.” 
 
He opens his hand quickly, letting it fall to the floor. Kate rakes her hand
through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging a little while she tries out
shifting her hips. 
 
“Oh, fuck -“ Seth licks his lips, dark brown eyes locked with Kate’s. She bites
her lip, grinds over his lap, can feel the hard length of him hitting her
between her legs. 
 
It’s not just about Seth anymore, Kate feels her body flush warm with liquid
heat from her toes to her face. She can feel the tingle of the blush in her
cheeks on her skin. There’s a heady rush of power that runs through her as she
scratches gently at the back of Seth’s neck and moves over him with intent. 
 
Kate breathes out heavy and sighs. “Is this - Seth?” He just nods, fists still
at his sides, knuckles white. 
 
He just takes a shaky breath and his voice is a dry croak when he speaks.
“Please.”
 
Kate wants to kiss him, she wants to pull off his shirt and bite and lick at
his chest. But just this, this dry, adolescent rubbing against him is enough to
make her toes curl. Seth is shaking beneath her just from the slow grind her of
hips. 
 
“You’re so… Lord, are you always this wound up?” Kate whispers, lips so close
to his she could taste them.
 
He looks at her like he wants to tell her something but he can’t. Kate wants to
make him but she’s not there yet, not ready to push him that far. 
 
She lets her hands slip down his arms, watching her pale hand contrasting
against the tan and black of his tattooed skin. Grabs his hands and puts them
on her, moving them over her breasts still in her bra. “Want this, b-baby?” The
endearment makes her flush, makes her feel dirty but it makes his eyes snap up
to hers, a deep and needy gaze all over his face. 
 
He’s sweating and she doesn’t know if it’s because of her or if he’s starting
to withdraw. Either way he doesn’t seem to care, zeros in on her chest and
touches her like she’s fragile beneath his palms. Touches her like he’s waiting
for her to tell him to stop, like he can’t go further than she’ll allow. 
 
Kate feels like she’s tapped into his center, like she knows how to pull and
tug at his strings. It feels wrong, like no one should have that much power
over another person but Kate wants it, wants to be selfish and just fucking
pull until he unravels. 
 
She moves over him faster, runs her fingers through his hair and grips. His
wince and harsh breathing, the desire in his eyes and the shake of his hands
over her chest is like a deep hit through her veins.
 
It’s something she could become addicted to.
 
They’re both panting, Kate working herself over him with intent, pressing her
forehead to his and moaning. “Like this, Seth. For me.”
 
Seth just stills, fingers flexing over her shoulder blades. His mouth goes
slack and his eyes squeeze closed. Kate watches, fascinated, as he shakes apart
beneath her. She feels it, wet and hot on her lower stomach and between her
legs. 
 
It makes her feel embarrassed, makes her almost sober up to what’s happening.
But mostly she can’t believe she made him come with nothing but her words and
direction, just the grind of her hips and that string she found to pull.
 
His eyes are lidded, body relaxed and his movements sluggish, almost like after
he shoots up. Kate touches his cheek and he shuts his eyes, breathes out a
heavy sigh. Kate notices the sweat at his hair line and kisses his temple, gets
up and goes to get his stash.
 
She turns and looks at him. His hair is a sticking up in tufts where she’s
pulled, his face still flushed and lower lip swollen from biting it. There’s a
dark, wet spot on his boxers and Kate almost feels proud looking at him.
 
She crosses the room slowly and Seth looks at the stash in her hands. “Kate, -”
 
“I mean, can’t go cold turkey. But I need you to quit. Eventually.”
 
Seth nods, looks up at her in a way she can’t even decipher, even with him
being a codex she knows so well.
 
He watches her while she prepares his poison. Follows the sway of the lighter
beneath the spoon with his eyes. Even now Kate wrinkles her nose at the smell. 
 
She smiles sickly to herself. Thinks of the first time Seth was too drunk and
too much of a mess to do this himself. Remembers the way her hands shook as he
told her what to do with mumbled words. Kate hated him that night, tears in her
eyes blurring everything. Seth gave her a wicked grin as the drug slipped from
the needle through his body. “Thanks so much, Katie Cakes.”
 
That night she thought about leaving him there. Then he started to cough and
choke and she had to prop him up with pillows and blankets. 
 
There were a lot of things she thought she’d learn how to do in her senior
year, this definitely wasn’t one of them.
 
Kate is gentle with the way she ties the band around his arm, fingertips warm
and tentative over the used veins on his arm. “Just a little bit, okay?” Seth
nods, watching her face as she pushes the needle into his arm, thumb pressing
the plunger only halfway. 
 
Kate cleans up as Seth watches her from the bed, head swaying. He’s close to
passing out but it’s not as quick this time. Kate pulls off her jeans in front
of him, doesn’t even look at him as she walks over to her bag in her panties to
find her sleep shorts. 
 
Seth lays down, slipping sideways out of habit now. Kate lays behind him and
wraps her arm around his waist. Feels the way his chest expands with a deep
inhale. 
 
“Why?” 
 
The word hangs between them, the room silent except for the rush of cars
passing outside in the road. She’s not sure if he’s asking her about the drugs
or what they did but she decides it doesn’t matter, stroking his neck as he
drifts off.
 
Either way it’s a question she can’t answer right now.
 
She rubs her thighs together, still wet and throbbing from before but she
doesn’t want to do anything about it. Wants to stay swinging in that hazy in-
between place.
 
Kate watches him dream for a while before slipping off into a world of her own.
 
 
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