Title: Mind Games

Category: Angst/Romance

It was all just mundane mind games, that this player loved to indulge in. It was all just one sick chase of cat and mouse, but somehow it wasn't. It wasn't about want, but more of need and obsession. It was rough, tough, and violent. The constant tossing and panting; it was as if just keeping up with every whim, request, and plead had become an effort. Every time, it would always be about something new and something different.

It took only one look, one touch, and one kiss to get it started; and then the viscous cycle would begin all over again. Tears would fall with each caress, and every moment became deeper and more emotional. One look is all that it took, and all the nightmares would shine through. Emerald eyes would glisten with emotions I didn't even know existed. It would go on for what seemed like an eternity of ecstasy, and then we would topple onto the bed. Nestled carefully, I would look up at his face for the first time.

It always began by him crying. His pale cheeks would be tainted with sorrow and splashed with ultimate grief. We would just sit there for hours, staring at each other in silence. He didn't have to say anything for me to know what he wanted heard or how he felt. We both felt it. I didn't need to look at the images in his eyes to see what had happened; I was there too.

Then he would grab my hand and pull me closer. Our lips would meet. It would be gentle and innocent at first, but then it evolved into something more. Tongues would twirl and then fight for dominance. We would kiss for a while and then he would place his mouth near my ear, and without looking at me he would whisper, "Please, save me."

His lips would find its way home again, as his crashed onto my own. His hands would wander down to my belt and he would slowly unbuckle it. With a sudden jerk, he would pull it away and my trousers would fall away. His rough and callous hands would wrap themselves around my waist and groggily explore my backside from inside. Chills would begin to creep up my spine, as he would roll off my shirt. Then everything would pause. He would take one look at me, and begin crying again.

He would push me against the wall, and in desperation he would begin kissing me everywhere. He would always begin at the neck, then move onto the shoulders and then trail them all the way down to my stomach. I would shiver in the cold. Nervousness and constant fear would always be present. Sensing my shiver, he would lean his body closer to mine, in a protective manner. Protection from what, I am never sure.

"Are you alright?" he would ask quietly, almost in a murmur. I would nod. He would then pull off his shirt and get his hands around me once again. I would take a sharp intake of air. My hands would trace up and down the ripples that formed his chest. His skin would be so soft and creamy under my touch and sweet to taste.

Gravity became an enemy to our intentions, and standing up began to make everything so difficult and painful. He would lift me up and I would obediently wrap my legs around his waist. Our lips still locked in a deep embrace; he would walk towards the already so messy bed. He would softly lay me down on the white sheets. A feeling of comfort would wash over me. I would look into his eyes for the second time, and this time tears would form in my own eyes. He would bring his hands to my face and gently wipe them away.

"Don't cry," he would comfort me. I could see the glint of his concern sparkle in his eyes. "We can't cry anymore."

With desperation I would hug him tighter, and sob silently into his shoulders. He would stroke my hair. "It's just that the nightmares never go away. I can't seem to forget their faces."

He would look into my eyes. "I can't either, but we can try."

My lips would for the first time find his. Tongues would swirl with desperation and need. Grief and sorrow came pouring out now.

I would begin to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants off. Clothes would be thrown to the side.

His hands would grope all around me and stop when he would find the clasp. Practice had made him professional. He would with ease unclasp it and my bra would fall away. My chest would be fully exposed now. I no longer am embarrassed or nervous, he had seen them so many times before.

He would touch them lightly. A cold and shivering sensation of adrenaline would spark throughout my body. Finally the last piece of clothing that stood in the way was lost amongst the pile of clothes at the end of the bed. I would lay there completely naked under his green glowing eyes teeming with admiration, memories, and once again regret. I understood why; I always knew the answer but to the question of why we continued to do this never ignited my mind.

I would gracefully wrap my arms around his waist and pull away his boxers. I would feel him shiver for the first time as the cool breeze that swept through the room would tickle his sweaty skin and cause goose bumps all over.

And that would be the moment we would become one. It became a struggle of going in and out, controlling the anger and preventing in calling out names. It was the names that we had to forget. It were the names that we continued to torture ourselves; in betrayal.

Beads of sweat would cling tighter to our bodies and with each passing moment, the heat and atmosphere began to get hotter and tenser. He would continue to push in and pull out and my face would scrunch up in a difficult mix of ecstasy and agony. I can't hold it in longer and I am about to take names.

He would get hold of my tongue once again, stopping me from saying anything. No one can know, no one should hear and no one can talk; those were our conditions.

Time seemed to have slowed down. Tired and exhausted. he would topple down beside me. My hand would gently stroke his chest as I would lay myself on his open arm. He would give me a half hearted smile and then he would doze off.

"Harry?" I quietly whispered. He looked down at me. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know," he would reply. I knew he would come back for more, he always did.

A/n: It was my first try in writing something like this...review pls.