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Kim Possible: Hellraiser	By : Georsama Category: Kim Possible > Crossover > Het- Male/Female Views: 5235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pleasure and Pain. They are separated only by a thin line. Just as the line that separates angels from demons. Both depend on your perspective. It all depends on your perspective.

Kim Possible:
-HellRaiser-
Chapter Two
By Geor-sama

Narrow strips of sunlight spilled across the room giving it a goldish red tint of early morning, that magically time of dawn in which everything seems at peace and most dreamlike. Stirring in her sleep, the red headed woman moaned softly in protest as she came back to the waking world. Against her will she opened her eyes to slits, peeking out at the rosy colored room wondering for a moment why she felt so comfortable in this bed.
Then her ears picked up the faint sound of a heartbeat and she snuggled against the person her head was resting against. She didn't even have to wonder who it was, of course it was Ron, and everything came rushing back to her. The pain, the uncertainty, the happiness of his arms around her, everything from yesterday. Then remembering how frightened he had looked last night she opened her eyes all the way and consider what he had said, it had been a lie of course, but she didn't care because she had needed to be held last night and he was doing a great job of it.
Lifting her head the best she could, Kim gazed up at him awkwardly. His eyes were shadowed by a lack of sleep and he was muttering something under his breath. Frowning Kim lowered her head to try and trace his stare to its location, wondering what was so fascinating about the door. Raising an eyebrow she looked back around at him, disgruntled and now completely awake she patted his stomach as she sat up "Hey Ron, earth to Ron..."
Blinking rapidly he shifted his attention to her, then realizing that he still had his arms around her he let her go, smiling as he yawned "Mornin KP."
"Have you been up all night?"
He nodded sheepishly, still smiling "Yea, didn't think we needed your brothers finding out about me being up here."
Kim chuckled herself, not buying his excuse. Yawning herself, she tossed the blanket to the side and slid out of the bed, stretching "Sweet, but the tweebs don't need an excuse to be brats..." Turning she caught Ron gazing at her and grinned, pleased.
Looking away Ron stretched as well "Did you sleep good?"
"Great," Kim responded brightly before looking back at him "Why don't you get some sleep now? You need it oh chivalrous knight."
"Ki-"He paused however seeing her stern gaze and did as ordered, slipping under the covers of her bed settling in "There, see...all comfy now."
"Mhmmm," Kim murmured before leaning over to tuck him in, then standing up she grinned "There you go. Now there’s no way you could break your neck."
"Geez, why are you so fussy this morning?" Ron muttered, trying to get comfortable in the bed.
Shrugging Kim strode across the room and stepped behind her changing screen, aware of the fact that her shadow could be seen against the flimsy paper "Iunno Ron, maybe I just want you around for a long time..."
"KP, I'm not going anywhere...not that I could if I wanted to now." Ron retorted in a half-serious, half-joking tone of voice "You sure know how to tuck a guy into bed."
Kim ignored him as she pulled on her white shirt with the pink heart, pausing as she realized just how form fitting her clothes were now. It felt more like she had painted her clothes on than anything which made her bemoan her self-adjusting Global Justice Uniform. Shaking her head she turned her attention back to Ron who she sensed was waiting for her answer.
Frustrated with her clothes she closed her eyes blurting out her answer "I don't want to risk it Ron, I want you with me for as long as possible...so deal."
"So do I," Ron whispered and then Kim was greeted with passable snores.
Sighing to herself Kim walked out from behind her changing screen to study the boy before turning to descended through her door, closing it behind her gently. Once downstairs she paused, wondering about the lack of noise. Ron's snores had stopped and the tweebs were oddly silent. Frowning she turned toward her mom and dad's room, intent on asking them what was up until she remembered that it was just her mom in there now.
Yet, the emotions this thought should have evoked never arrived; instead came a soothingly haunting tune radiating from Mrs. Possible’s bedroom. Out of instinct and curiosity, like a moth to flame, she strode toward the door hand reaching for the handle then froze. Suddenly her ears were thumping with her heartbeat, her chest heaved as if she had ran a marathon and cold sweat formed on her forehead.
An overpowering sensation swept over her, one that she didn't dare argue with; her instincts, which had kept her alive for so long, screamed for her to run away. The only natural result was for her to do just that, she stumbled backwards like a scolded cat then retreated downstairs to the first floor where the feeling began to fade like a bad dream. Leaning against the wall, hand holding her upright she took several deep breaths eyes closed trying to rationalize what she had felt.
It was nothing more than the repressed emotions about her parents divorce manifesting in an example of the fight or flight syndrome. It wasn't surprising how she reacted, she'd been through a very emotional traumatic event and she was still trying to recover. Global Justice psychology having reared its head to help her, Kim took a cleansing breath and relaxed knowing just how silly she had been.
Peering into the living room she found her brothers sprawled out on the floor, working on something in their private twin language. Studying them for a moment she wondered how they could behave so normally, then realized she really couldn't talk considering the fact that her and Ron were actually starting to accept that they weren't just best-friends anymore. Deciding to leave them be, Kim turned retreating to the kitchen.
Kim stopped short however when saw her mother. The elder red head was dressed in a tight black mid-thigh skirt and a tight blue cashmere blouse. While it wasn't indecent it was a slight departure from her more casual and demure style of dress, a an odd style of dress when you were alone in the kitchen and sipping a cup of coffee. Shaking her head to clear it Kim smiled walking completely into the kitchen "Morning Mom."
Her mother glanced at her and smiled brightly, setting her cup down "Oh, Kimmie, your up. So, how'd you sleep?"
"Good."
"So can I ask how he was?" Her mother asked smirking
"Uh?" Kim blinked blushing when she realized what her mother was hinting at "We didn't! It wasn't like that!" Kim felt her blush deepen and her mother laughed softly. "He just knew I needed him to hold me while I slept, that's all."
"For now," Her mother responded laughing as she lifted her drink back to her lips "So, where is my future son-in-law?"
Kim snorted, realizing that she would have to deal with the teasing "He's upstairs sleeping," Then seeing the look she received Kim continued "He stayed up all night to hold me for you information. I've ordered him to sleep." That said Kim walked to the table and collapsed into the booth across from her mother. "So what are you all dressed up for?"
"No particular reason, I just felt like dressing up. Makes me feel good," her mother raised an eyebrow "You know, you'll need some new clothes right? I mean...you have filled out."
Kim blushed once more and sighed "Yea, I figured since Ron was gonna be sleeping all day I'd go to the mall and give my Global Justice charge card a work out."
Her mother laughed "Sounds like a plan, just make sure to get a nice dress for tonight. You're..." Mrs. Possible hesitated a scowl flittering across her face for a half second "father wants to take you out to dinner."
"I-" Kim nodded slowly spent a few more moments in silence, neither looking at each other or saying a word. Her mothers comments had hammered home the horrible truth about her situation and all thoughts of flirting with Ron or comforting her mother was cast away.
Now she felt alone, isolated and scared.
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Mrs. Possible hummed to herself as she washed the now empty cup, swaying slightly as she did so. She heard Kim finally walk out the front door and quietly the elder red head rinsed it and put the cup up to dry. Quick and efficiently she fixed a quick breakfast for Ron when he woke up and put it in the microwave then placed a note on the counter.
That done she grinned like a mischievous temptress and flounced out of the kitchen and into the living room. Hands behind her back she hopped-skipped to a stop behind her son's who were busy discussing some new experiment in hushed tones. "Well, your sisters gone."
The twins looked up at her immediately, hope blossoming in their eyes "Does that" Jim said excitedly "mean we," Tim followed up just as excited and when Mrs. Possible nodded they let out a dual "Hicka Bicka Boo!"
"Wait," Mrs. Possible said, holding a hand up stopping them short "Ron's still here sleeping, so we need to be extra quiet. So only one of you right now," Smiling she eyed the two disappointed looking pre-teens "Jim you first, Tim after lunch." That said she turned and strutted out of the living room, followed by an excited looking Jim.
She paused halfway up the stairs, straightening a family portrait allowing Jim's had to brush against her ass as he passed her. That done she turned and hurried up the stairs in Jim's wake, reaching the landing to her room seconds later where a hopeful looking boy was waiting. Leaning across him, her breasts rubbing enticingly against his back and neck, she unlocked her door and pushed swinging it open for them.
The boy excitedly stepped into the room and turned to find his mother right behind him, easing the door closed behind her.
Silently she turned and extended a finger, stroking his jaw with a perfectly manicured nail, her gaze promising pleasure beyond belief. Leaning down she captured his lips in a lovers kiss, holding it for a second then breaking it she grinned running her finger down his chest "Welcome to paradise Jim,"
The boy in response placed his hands on her hips and she instinctively leaned forward to share another passionate kiss with her son.
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Candles flickered in rice paper lanterns as an old man crouched before a low table, looking up at the young warrior before him. "There were promises..." the old man whispered in a weak voice his tools being placed on the table shakily "A princess..."
"What are you talking about?" The warrior muttered squatting down "What princess and what promises?"
"I made the Akuma Kanmon," the man whispered softly "a puzzle box, like the ones found in Chania."
"The Akuma Kanmon?" The warrior murmured blinking "What kind of puzzle box is it?"
"A horrible kind," the old man wheezed "It would be your downfall, save I cheated the demons. Our blood, my skill, your power." the old man looked up, eyes distant "My son, destroy it, your protected even if they make another. Destroy the box..."
"Gah!" Ron shouted, scrambling free of the blankets as he sat up, gasping for air and staring around the darkened room in distress. His mind was lost in a ride of pure fear and understanding, feeling older than he had any right to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, threatening to drive him deaf with the noise. Shaking hands eased him back down onto his back, pulling the blankets back into position.
Staring up at the blank ceiling he tried to grasp his thoughts but they were as slippery as water and reluctantly he allowed himself to drift back toward sleep. Eyes drooping he rolled over on his side, clutching at the pillow he was using whispering words that he didn't know "Akuma Kanmon,"
Drifting off once more this time into a more restful sleep, he smiled slightly.
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"So, he just spent the entire night holding you?" Monique asked, smiling a little glancing at her friend who nodded looking at the ground. "Hey, what's the matter?"
"I just..." Kim stopped, shaking her head "Things are complicated...or they seem like it now." she snorted, crossing her arms "When I'm at moms, I don't seem to have a care in the world. But out here, I-the world isn't all that great."
"That's normal," Monique reassured her friend "Trust me, it'll pass eventually."
"But-" Kim stopped "Things don't seem right...not natural." she shook her head glancing at her friend "The only thing that seems like its suppose to is Ron, but I'm-"
"Afraid he's just like your dad," Monique finished for her friend "Don't do that Kim. Don't think it. Ron is not your dad, he won't do that to anybody."
"But-"
"No." Monique said firmly "Trust me Kim, I felt the same way with my boyfriend and it ruined our relationship." Shaking her head she smiled softly "You and Ron have a relationship even if you two won't admit it. He's the most loyal 'Just best-friend' I've ever met."
"The densest too," Kim quipped softly eyes focused on the sidewalk "But he is loyal...but so was my dad. Mon, my mom and dad were so in love...how could that just die?"
"Love doesn't just die Kim," Monique answered frowning slightly, which didn't suit her "I think its gradual, dying a little bit as time goes on. At least, for some people it does. For some people love never dies, it just gets stronger."
Snorting in obvious disgust Kim stopped, raising her voice in frustration "I hate this! I don't even know why I'm so freakin worried about Ron! My mom needs me, I don't have time to waste flirting and worrying."
"Oh," Monique said turning to stare at her friend "Well, if you don't have the time for him I could always take him off your hands." The girl smirked as Kim's face darkened in anger "Kim, its not a waste to be flirting with Ron. He's a great guy, you need him and he's not your dad. Your mom sounds like she's handling it fine, and even if she's not you can't do anything other than remind her you're there."
"Mon, I don't-"
"Watch it Kim, you keep going around in circles. Keep that up and you'll go insane." Sighing she lowered her voice "Don't worry so much, the Ron thing will work out. You two are an unofficial couple, he's been loyal forever that won't change. Your mom knows she can rely on you if she needs to."
"Then what am I suppose to do!" Kim nearly shouted, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Monique in response wrapped her arms around her friend for comfort.
"Take things one at a time and remember your life is yours and not your parents."
"I-I can't do this-"
"You can and you will." Monique responded forcefully, squeezing her friend in the hug "You're Kim Possible, hero. You can do anything. Now come on, we gotta get that dress for your dinner tonight." Nodding, Kim pulled out of the hung, wiped at her eyes with the palms of her hands not saying anything as she fell into step beside her friend.
"I think I need to change my name," Kim whispered finally "Take my moms maiden name."
"Why?"
"Why should I keep that-my dad's last name?"
"Because," Monique retorted smiling "Kim Mcretty doesn't just have the same ring to it. Not that Kim Stoppable is much better...but I don't think I'll be able to stop you from taking that name."
"What?!" Kim said incredulously, looking at her friend who nudged her in the side.
"You and Ron are practically married," Monique laughed "Though I think I like Monique Stoppable better. Has more of a-"
"Nunnery sound." Kim retorted darkly "Monique Stoppable, heh, that's probably one of the stupidest sounding names I have ever heard."
"Maybe," Monique said slowly, leaning over to kiss Kim's cheek playfully "Could just be jealousy though, I'd put money on jealousy."
"Ugh!" Kim retorted in sickened frustration crossing her arms "I should have never kissed him at that dance."
Putting her arm around Kim's shoulders, Monique laughed "True, if you had kissed him after the dance you'd probably be six months pregnant by now."
Kim sputtered for a moment, much to the amusement of Monique. Getting over her shock and surprise she glared at her friend balefully, then sighed lowering her gaze tot he sidewalk "What’s this dinner going to be like?"
"Oh," Monique muttered lowering her gaze as well "Mine was a 'I'm sorry honey, please don't blame me' affair, yours is probably gonna be the same thing." Her voice took on a forced cheeriness a second later "But hey, at least your getting lots of really nice presents from him."
Kim closed her eyes "I'd rather have them still married."
"I know Kim," Monique whispered in understanding before letting out her a "I know."
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Mrs. Possible sat up slowly, her bare form hidden beneath the sheet on her bed. Smiling dreamily she looked over at her sleeping son, studying the small bite marks she'd left in their love making. He looked so much like his father right now, so very much like James. Reaching out she brushed his cheek and sighed softly allowing the sheet to fall away from her, lifting her gaze she stared around the room at the angelic beings that were hovering in each of the corners.
"Thank you," she whispered and one of them responded in a gentle voice.
"Pleasure has been given, that is what we are called for."
Nodding Mrs. Possible reached over picking up a strange looking device, black and gold distorted into the shape of the north star. Looking up she grinned "A deals a deal...now I give you pleasure."
"Yes," the female angel whispered, moving toward her the white gown she was wearing falling to the way side to reveal her perfect breasts and hips "Now you give us pleasure..."
Mrs. Possible nodded setting the box to the side and stood, embracing the female angel. Lips pressing against each other, hands roaming with neither seeming to notice the other three male angels closing in on them. It was an erotic world for the red headed matriarch. A pleasurable warmth traveling through her body from their touch and their kisses and the over all pleasure. She prayed that the box would never close, knowing that it would and that she would have to suffer the pain for a day before she was allowed to reopen it.
A soft moan escaped her as one of the angels nibbled her shoulder and slid into her. Her mind was lost in the euphoria of pleasure, allowing her body to bend and shape to her angelic lovers ministrations not caring what they did with her. Only that she could keep giving and receiving pleasure. Grinding into the angel inside her she groaned a little more, feeling the delicate hands of the female angel turning her head.
Opening her eyes she found herself staring at Kim's face, the delicate features of her daughters face called out for love. Reaching out with a gentle touch she drew her daughter in, pressing her lips against hers moaning as Kim's tongue invaded her mouth. Kim's hands worked magic with her body while the male angels tasted and used her at the same time. Breaking the kiss she stared into the ghostly features of her daughters face she smiled almost at the peak of pleasure.
Then suddenly the angels disappeared with a flash of white light and she collapsed to her knees, hands on the ground in front of her. Disbelief was etched on her features, it wasn't fair. She had been so close, so unbelievably close to that ultimate feeling of pleasure. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks as she sat there defeated and denied. Every horrible, miserable feeling flooding through her, they seemed to grow worse each time this happened.
Stumbling to her feet and sobbing she retrieved the now closed box and hid it away in her dresser drawer. Turning a blind eye to her sleeping son she stumbled out of the room uncaring if she was naked, weaving unsteadily down the hallway toward the stairs leading to her daughters room. She remembered Ron was there, and he was more desirable than ever and he would be bigger than either of her sons.
She had to regain some small fraction of the pleasure she had been denied and he was her chance. Stumbling up the stairs she paused in the doorway staring at the sleeping boy in the bed, remembering that no matter how much she wanted him, Kim wanted him more. Could she do it? Could she sleep with Ron and force her daughter to feel the same pain she felt? Because Ron would tell, there’s no way he would sleep through it and he would feel horrible.
Could she go through with this, no, her daughter deserved this happiness. Kim would have Ron unspoiled, he was off limits. Stumbling back down the stairs she found herself facing a startled looking Tim.
"Mom?"
"Come to Mommy," she panted, holding her arms out to Tim. Willingly the boy moved into the embrace that carried them both to the ground.
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James Possible looked up from his dinner, studying his daughter quietly. She looked very nice, angelic really, but that was belied byt the frown that marred her features. Earlier when he'd picked her up at the house she'd been laughing and joking and generally happy, but now she seemed closer to depression that anything. It was hard to reconcile the two different views of Kim he'd seen tonight "Kimmie Cub, you look nice."
"You already said that," Kim responded distantly and then looked up her fork falling to the plate "Why? Why did you do it dad..."
James paused, his thousands of reasons fleeing from his mind like he was attempting to catch wind with a butterfly net. What could he tell his daughter? That her mother was distant now, that she was more demanding and less interested in physical affection? That she was obsessed with a puzzle box and had lost her job because of it? That he feared she was sleeping with her own sons? That he had to quit his job and go to Upperton because she'd been sleeping with his colleagues for the last four months? That she had physically attacked him when he had tried to take the box away from her, leaving him with fifteen stitches on his arm?
Kim continued to stare at him hard, expectant and he sighed setting his fork down "Kimmie Cub," he paused rolling around how to say this without hurting her "Cathy's been different. Intellectually and emotionally distant, she's not the same person you knew or that I married."
"That's no excuse!" Kim exclaimed heatedly, her hands slamming onto the table top face contorted in anger "People change dad! So what if she's not the same as when you married her, she loved you! You didn't have to cheat on her because of how she changed. You could have changed to be with her!"
"Kim, it's not that simple..." James said cautiously only to be shouted down by Kim yet again who was no on her feet and shouting at him.
"Don't try to blame mom for the fact that you cheated on her and don't try to confuse the facts!" breathing heavily she leaned forward "It was your choice! Your the one that decided too...decided too...Its not mom's fault you..." She broke down into sobs, tears rolling down her cheeks.
James opened his mouth to say something when Kim stumbled sideways, then pushing her way through the crowd rushed out of the restaurant. Sighing the man hung his head for a moment before retrieving the bill as he stood up, he had tried to keep things simple for her. She idolized her mother and he didn't want to ruin Kim's hero, that was why he hadn't challenged anything Cathy had accused him of.
Sighing he paid for the meal and then pocketing his change walked out onto the sidewalk, looking around. He didn't think she could get very far in the state she was in right now. He was right, there she was leaning against the façade of a building crying. Slowly he walked over, nervous that he might set her off again. Touching her shoulder he spoke in a soft voice "Kimmie cub," Kim in response moved forward into his embrace and he held her close, swaying her slightly his voice even softer "Come on, I'll take you back to your mom's..."
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Ron snorted in his sleep, waking up slowly to realize that he could hear shouting. Groaning he sat up, looking around the now dark room disorientated. He quickly shrugged that off and stood, moving toward the square of light in the floor. Now the voices were clearer, and louder.
"It's your fault! If you hadn't-"
"Don't you dare try to blame me James! I'm not the one that screwed-"
Suddenly both were drowned out by a new set of voices "Yea dad! Your the one that-" Ron without realizing it was slowly descending the stairs as James shouted once more
"You two-"
Ron's feet touched the hallway seconds before a new voice, shrill and loud silenced all of them "Shut up! All of you shut up!" Ron held his breath waiting, wondering what was going on. The new voice continued hiccupping and trembling "We-we're a family...we shouldn't be shouting and yelling and blaming...a-and..." her voice faltered and Ron tensed.
Seconds later he heard feet pounding on the stairs and found himself staring at a tearful Kim. Sobbing she ran toward him and pushing past him climbed the stairs to her room. Ron watched her and then turned to the stairs to the first floor, frowning. Reaching his decision he climbed the stairs back to Kim's room, shutting the door behind him with a slam.
Kim however didn't notice from her spot on the bed where she had flung herself. Curled up on her side her entire body shook from her sobs and she clutched fanatically at the covers near her head. Ron stood there uncertain for a moment, then from instincts of being her best-friend for years, he quietly laid down behind her on the bed, rubbing her shoulder softly.
His voice almost cracked as he began to whisper words of comfort, thankfully it wasn't long until she stopped crying and loosened her grasp on the bed sheet. "R-Ro-" she finally choked out, sounding pathetic and hurt.
"Ssh, everything’s ok now KP," Ron responded, moving in tighter against her back. His hand slid down to her hip and then around to the front holding her in place against him "I'm here..." she made an indistinct noise, not moving and Ron sighed not letting her go "Get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning."
Kim nodded, a slight hitch in her voice "Do-don't let go..."
"I won't, I promise."
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