DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING.

A/N: So this it pure smut. Not for the kiddies. Also, once again this story contains incest so please don't flame if you don't like that just don't read.

I suppose to "normal" people it would seem very wrong that I was currently kissing my way up my brother's sculpted stomach pulling his polo shirt up and over his head on my way. I suppose I've never been "normal" though, and how can something that should be wrong feel so incredibly right?

Declan flashed me his trademark devilish smirk once I let the shirt fall to the floor in a pile that consisted of my top, his pants, and my skirt. I playfully smiled back at him and pushed him up against the wall. It was a constant battle for control, control in more ways than one. My lips mercilessly attacked his, and our tongues fought for dominance. He roughly grabbed my hips and yanked me hard against his body. I tried to stifle the moan that rose in my throat when I felt how much he wanted me. I could feel his muffled laugh against my mouth and he knew he was gaining the upper hand. I changed this quickly however, when I dipped my hand into his boxers and stroked my hand against his pride and joy. His head fell back against the wall and he gritted his teeth.

"Fuck, Fiona."

"Right, Declan. Very good. That's what you're doing." I teased him biting down onto his shoulder.

His piercing blue eyes made me stop for a moment. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up bringing me over to the desk. He didn't care what he knocked off and what broke as he put me down and neither did I. He easily unhooked my bra and I shrugged it off. His extremely talented fingers danced their way up my inner thigh and he pulled the thin wet piece of silk to off. I felt my self stop breathing and my heart beat go wild as two of his fingers slipped inside of me and circled around my clit. He was licking and nipping my neck as I writhed against him completely at his mercy. He was enjoying having this power over me. Just a few quick stroke against my sex and I was coming against his fingers hard. I was desperately trying to get my breathing back to normal and compose myself because he could not win.

When I was finally able to look at him his expression was smug and pleased and that HAD to change. I ripped his boxers off and tackled him so that he was lying on the floor flat on his back. I sunk myself down onto his erection hard and without warning which earned me a loud gruff moan. I pinned his hands down by his sides as I moved up and down. I could tell he was trying to hold on with everything he had. I clenched my muscles around him and he finally couldn't take it anymore and let go. I rolled off of him and we both laid on the soft carpet in silence for what seemed like an eternity. All I could hear was his heavy breathing and mine intermingling until it finally slowed down and became somewhat steady.

"Looks like I win this round." I turned my head and smiled at him."

"I think we are always both the winners in these situations." He smirked back.

"Wanna play again?"

Without notice he pounced on top of me and captured my lips in a long heated kiss. Round two had only just begun.

END?

A/N: Hmmmmm. I'm thinking about maybe writing round two from Declan's P.O.V but I don't know.