Title: a whole lot of hurt
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Pairing: Skye/Grant Ward
Length: 1,248 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: explicit sex, questionable consent, violence, blood, rough sex, hate sex, swearing
Notes: takes place early on in season 2
Written for: fan_flashworks  Amnesty #63 challenge #344 “Screw” as well as trope_bingo  round #19 fill “hate sex” and 100ships  #06 “lust”
Summary: Grant hadn’t expected Skye back for another visit so soon.



Grant hadn't expected her back for another visit this soon. Something must have happened. "Skye, what's wrong?"

She opened the barrier, stepped over the line into his cell, and gave him a hard shove towards the wall. He stumbled. She'd gotten stronger. She pinned him with her glare before turning around and closing the barrier behind her. She'd locked herself in with him.

"I'm not really in the mood for your shit, Ward."

It must have been bad, whatever it was. He clenched his fists. He wanted to touch her, to reach out and comfort her but he knew the gesture would be neither wanted, nor appreciated. "What are you in the mood for?"

She stepped toward him and pushed him again. "I liked you, dammit. Why did you turn out to be such an asshole? I could have loved you and you had to go and ruin everything."

"This is who I've always been. I was always a killer, Skye. You no longer approving of who I've killed, doesn't do anything to change that. I tried to tell you that I wasn't the man you thought I was, but you didn't believe me."

"So, now it's my fault?"

"I didn't say that." He'd never blame her. "I never cared about HYDRA, I was loyal to John Garrett."

"Garrett was HYDRA, you being loyal to him means you were loyal to HYDRA, Ward. You were the bad guy, you were the villain. I imagined a life with you and it was all a lie, just some silly fantasy. That's all it ever was, wasn't it?"

It was hard to keep his hands to himself."Not everything. My feelings for you weren't a lie." He wanted to comfort her, to reach out and --

"And yet you went and slept with May," Skye said. The hurt in her eyes cut him.

Was she jealous? She sounded jealous. "For the mission, to throw May off. She'd started to get suspicions of me." It hadn't meant anything to him. It'd been fun of course, but there hadn't been any feelings involved. Not on his side of things.

"Nice." Skye sneered.

Yeah, she was jealous. It gave him the tiniest sliver of hope. "It didn't mean anything," Grant insisted.

Skye laughed and then punched him in the gut. Doubling over, he groaned. Her training had really come along. "Will you hit me again if I say it wasn't personal?" Grant laughed, he couldn't help it. She was here. She cared enough to take her hurt and rage out on him. He remembered her flinching at his touch not so long ago. This was an improvement.

The next punch landed on the side of his head and he hit the wall. How far would she go? Would she kill him? Would he let her? Did anything even matter anymore? Skye pulled off her jacket and tossed it on his cot.

"How many people has S.H.I.E.L.D. hurt? Do you really think that they're all that different than HYDRA?" Grant rubbed his head and his fingers came away bloody. "Did you forget how you infiltrated the team yourself because you didn't trust them? Now you're blinded by their rhetoric. Do you see yourself, Skye? Do you know who you even are anymore?" Why was he pushing her? Did he want her to kill him? To finally put him out of his misery once and for all? Maybe he did.

Skye kicked out her leg and Grant found himself on the floor. He tried sitting up but she pushed him back. "Stay down." She straddled his hips and wrapped her hands around his neck. "Coulson wants to keep you alive -- keep you here. He wants to use you, but I can't quite convince myself that you're worth it. What do you think, Ward? Are you worth it?"

Her fingernails were cutting into his flesh. He deserved this. "No," he said simply.

Leaning closer, she moved one hand from his neck to the floor beside his head. Closer still, her lips grazed his, then she was kissing him hard while she ground herself against his rapidly hardening cock. His hands twitched. He wanted to touch her. He needed to grip her hips and pull her closer but he kept his hands where they were -- pressed against the cold hard floor.

"I hate you so fucking much." The words stung more than her nails digging deeper into his skin, likely drawing blood. He gasped and Skye's lips were on his again.

The pressure on his neck disappeared and a moment later Skye had climbed off of him. This was it. She was going to storm out now and leave him here alone. Slowly, he turned and saw her taking off her boots, stripping out of her pants, and pulling off her shirt. Turning her attention back to him, she pulled his pants and boxers around his ankles. Fuck, he wanted her.

Still in her bra and panties, Skye straddled him once again. Grant stifled a groan as she settled herself on his cock, only the thin fabric of her panties between them. He moved his hands to her hips but Skye smacked them away. "You don't have touching privileges," she said.

He returned his hands to the floor, not bothering to argue with her. She raked her nails across his chest. He didn't know what drove her to do this and he didn't really care. He'd take whatever he could get from Skye.

She didn't take her panties off, only pushed them to the side. She grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance and slowly eased him in. Fuck. She was so wet -- for him? For her hatred of him? He didn't know. And right now he didn't care. Maybe later he'd care but for now, he was more than happy for her to use him in whatever way she wanted.

"Don't you dare come until I give you permission," Skye demanded. She had one hand on his chest and one hand circling her clit and he could tell she was getting close. Using his carefully honed control to obey her command, he somehow kept himself from coming as she convulsed around him. After a couple of moments, she kissed him roughly before rolling off him and sitting up. "Good boy." She patted his thigh and stood up.

Was she going to leave him here like this? He closed his eyes a moment to try and regain some equilibrium. He slowed down his breath and opened his eyes. She was naked. He'd missed her stripping the rest of her clothes off.

"I still hate you, this doesn't mean anything." She pushed her discarded clothes off his cot and lay down.

Grant removed his pants, got up off the floor, and pulled his shirt over his head. "I understand." He gave his cock a couple of strokes before moving to the bed.

"I'm just getting you out of my system." Skye grabbed his hand and pulled him down to her, crushing her lips to his. He climbed onto the bed and let her guide him to where she wanted him.

She came two more times before she allowed him his own release. He'd never had an orgasm that fucking intense. He was still recovering while Skye pulled on her clothes.

"Get dressed, this never happened," Skye said, tossing his clothes at him. She was gone before he even finished putting on his pants.