title: Marilyn's Halloween
author: callisto24
fandom: 24
characters: Marilyn, Jack
category: drama
theme: takes place after season6
rating: NC-17
warnings: Halloween smut
disclaimer: nothing belongs to me, no money made..
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After Season 6
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Jack’s mind felt empty.
His walk dreamlike.
He moved as if he would suffer from a fever, his visions blurred, his steps insecure.

But nevertheless his path seemed clear, there existed no doubt about his final aim, though he couldn’t remember the reasons why he would follow the urge directing him to the house he had never intended to visit again.
He wasn’t able to resist, his strength faded away the more he approached his past or what had been left of it.
Moving through a tunnel, oblivious to the streets he crossed, the buildings he passed, towards the inevitable ending where a certain, inexplicable power waited for him, patiently, convinced of his arrival.
He lifted his eyes , raised them to the heraldic signs pinned above the entrance.
Nothing else mattered until the heavy wooden door opened with a shrill scream and invisible threads pulled him inside. The world behind him tumbled down soundlessly, while he moved through the white mist swallowing his feet, making him feel like floating above the earth.
To be here, in this place, at that special moment turned out to be his destination, a fate he couldn’t escape, even if he’d try, though he couldn’t remember what was driving him forwards. The fog drew him inside with its cold, icy fingers.
He was sucked into the house against his will, though his heart became heavy with the uninvited memories popping up. Each step brought him closer to his lonely childhood, to the pressure, the contempt his father had confronted him with, during the rare moments he had kept his attention. Nothing but the endless days he had spent there alone, mourning his mother’s death without giving a sign, without showing anyone what his loss had cost him.
He had sworn before to forget the building and everything connected, but for whatever reason, he stood there, hunted by the ghosts of his family, new and old, the screams of Graem before he had died, the merciless eyes of Philipp, the mild, but helpless voice of his mother trying to help, to give support where nothing could help, no support made sense anymore.
He hadn’t cared about what had happened to this place after he had left CTU and his life behind. Not a single moment he had wanted to know what had happened to his fathers enterprise, to the possessions he had always assumed to be poisoned, cursed by Philipp Bauer’s touch.
Why on earth was he pulled back into the disturbing twilight, where solid forms melted and vanished, lost their contours... outlines and their substance as soon as he approached them. *

A weird scent filled the air, unknown and mysterious, reminding him mostly on exotic, sweetest flowers, cedar, maybe cloves, an overpowering smell, numbing, deadening him, until he was lost in it, lightheaded, floating higher and higher, closer to the one person who expected him.
The darkness was enlightened only by countless long and thin candles, fixed in beautiful, big wreaths which were hanging in irregular distances at the walls or lying on the overshadowed pieces of furniture his blinded eyes couldn’t identify though he tried. They welcomed him with their soft shine, warming his confused mind with their familiar colours and restless flickering.
He felt something vague familiar, it waited for him, longed for him, something he couldn’t define, but strangely he knew that he longed for it, too.
The closer he came, the louder the blood pounded in his ears, the weaker his legs felt, the more his knees turned into jelly.
“Jack!”
Her voice soft and dreamy, reaching for him through the wavering shadows.
“You came.”
Astonishment and wonder greeted him.
He tried to focus, to direct his gaze to the origin of the words bubbling down on him, comforting him like nothing had done for a very long time.
Red, full lips called him, rosy cheeks glowed when his eyes found hers, when they finally locked. Unconsciously he tried to escape, knowing that this would be his last chance, but he was hopelessly lost in these bright shining eyes.
In danger to drown deeply he took an other shaking step, nearly losing balance when the sweetness of her perfume reached his nostrils and robbed him of his senses.
Like the purest innocence, arising from a bath filled with roses, spiced with ginger, she approached him, her white, soft arms enclosing him, giving him back his lost strength.
Her smooth black hair caressed his cheeks when he buried his face in her tender neck, still held by the magic of her blue eyes, pouring him, penetrating each nerve, each fiber of his being though he had already closed his own to protect himself.
“Jack!”
She whispered again, stroking his ruffled hair with long, delicate fingers.
He shivered, clutched to her as the only solid form he could rely on.
How had he ever been able to leave her, how could he have been so blind to what she meant to him, always had meant to him.
Tears flew, dry sobs suffocated when he pressed his lips against her naked skin.
She tasted like cumin spiced wine wherever he kissed her, licked the hollow of her neck, drank from her milky softness like she had led a glass to his mouth.
And maybe she did, for he swallowed the golden liquid, felt it passing his tongue, running down his throat.
The dizziness increased, he would believe himself in a fever dream if it weren’t for these tender, seducing arms encircling him, the skilled hands caressing, slipping beneath his clothes, touching his forever signed skin.
He loved her, always had, always would, she was the reason why he still lived, the center of his world. Finally he could see it, finally the curtains lifted, the things came into place, his failures, his sufferings, he could have avoided them if only he had recognized the truth earlier.
“I know, Jack,I know...”, she whispered into his ear, sensing his thoughts. “It hasn’t been your fault. We’re together now and nothing will be able to part us, nothing else matters, nothing counts.”
He clutched to her, fearing her loss more than anything he had feared before.
“Marilyn”, he breathed, afraid of her sensing his weakness, but unable to hide it any longer.
“Don’t leave.”
“I won’t”, she answered, almost singing in a bell-like tone.
“No one, no living or dead creature will be able come between us, I swear it to you.”
He lifted his head, feeling drunk, enchanted by the melody of her words.
The surroundings seemed to move, but he still stood steadily, firmly on solid floor. A line was drawn around them, he could see it clearly.
Dried roses, leaves, branches and small, broken twigs, covered by a mysterious, dust-like substance, glistening in various shades of violet and orange.
He blinked in confusion, tried to free his mind from the dizziness.
Outside of the circle he saw grey shapes reaching for him, seeming strangely familiar, blurred faces he denied to think about.
Jack shut his eyes, glad about the possibility to ban the visions, to return to the softness of Marilyn’s embrace.
And soft it was, he sank back into the velvet arms, held by caressing cotton wool, which surrounded him, caught him from head to toe until he meant to fly, held and carried by the sweetest clouds.
He nuzzled against a warm neck, suddenly sensed her grip strengthening, receiving the slightest touch of power, of upcoming demands.
And all at once he noticed the softness of her full breasts against his chest, her thighs, her flat stomach pressing against his most sensitive parts, bringing them to life, making him hard quicklier than he had experienced this unique sensation for long years.
He gasped, when she started a slow rocking motion with her lower body, knowing exactly the spots she had to rub to drive him mad.
His jeans became to tight for the swelling erection they encaged, the silken negligee nothing more than a hint of an unnecessary barrier between two bodies filled with need.
He smelled her lust, sensed his own, became a slave to their united passion.
Whatever had brought him to this place, it was right, it was true, it was fate and fulfilment.
Never before he had sensed a discovery hitting him that hard, with such an immense power.
Teri, Kate, Claudia, Audrey... he had never felt for them, what he felt now.
He had lied to them, lied to himself, condemned them all in order to escape the only love he had ever known
She still was moving against him, her hands had found their way under his shirt, tracing the lines of scars, the bulges of hard muscels, the fibers and tendons moving under his skin.
The next moment she pushed him away roughly, leaving him whimpering with the unexpected loss of warmth and protection, but only to rip the thin fabric covering her open.
With widening eyes he watched the clothes gliding down her naked body, pooling around the white feet.
He held his breath when she stood there in front of him, nothing but perfect beauty, seducing and longing, longing for him.
Smooth, black hair fell over the delicate shoulders when she raised an arm, inviting him.
She was virgin, woman, mother and goddess all in once, her round curves promise and revelation.
Her white breasts reached for him, rising up, black nipples erect.
His gaze dropped to the velvety, dark triangle between her legs and again he smelled her lust, flowing against him in waves.
More than anything else he wanted to taste her, to melt against her, to loose himself in her touch.
Through the white mist he flew against her, enveloped her with a sob.
His fingers ran down her sides and up her back, his groin pressed into her, showing his need, before his lips found hers, sucking, devouring, feeding with a never felt hunger.
But it wasn’t enough and he left the red, swollen lips. Blood pulsated in his ears, but he heard her soft sigh, when his tongue licked down her tender throat, when his mouth searched for the nipples. She nearly screamed when his hands came to help, squeezed and kneaded her tits while he licked around the aureoles in small circles before he sucked them in violently, just as she liked it, first the left, then the right of her straining dark spots.
He wanted more, still more, far away from being sated. His fingers trailed down, cupped her full buttocks, moved them against him.
He heard her heartbeat quicken with each second, with each attention he gave her delicious body, and his own heart laughed with the rightness of it.
Long fingers joined his before they reached between them, touched his jeans, unfastened each button with hard jerks, stripping Jack down before he was able to react.
She leant back, her eyes burnt into his like stars.
“Step out of them”, she purred. “Free your manhood! Do it for me!”
He gulped, thousands of invisible insects buzzed around his head, made him tingle all over when he obeyed and left his pants in a small bundle.
With a swift, experted movement she pulled his shirt down and left him naked, vulnerable, shivering in the candlelight. Breathless whispers approached his ears, but he forgot them, when she snuggled against him, rubbed up and down his length, before she took his hands and made him follow her when she sank down on a surprisingly soft surface. The smell was breathtaking, and Jack thought he would drift away if it wasn’t for her firm grip directing him back to earth, to her.
She pulled him closer, until they both lay on their sides, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, dreamy eyes locked into each other.
“Touch me!” ‘She moved her lips, but he couldn’t hear her, his blood was singing, his limbs trembling in the useless attempt to control them.
His hands were drawn to her, directed by thoughts that weren’t his, closed the distance, became trapped between their bodies. With featherly care he moved them to her very center, to the black, curled hair which nestled between her legs, which already seemed to be damp. Her pelvis rocked slightly, teased him, urged him to proceed. He felt the heat emanating from her, sensed her arousal more than he could see it. She licked her lips, eyes fixed on his, forcing him to get on with it.
Jack cupped her mound at last, made her sigh in pleasure and anticipation.
“Marilyn”, he breathed, before he covered her mouth with his lips, explored each inch of her soft mouth with his tongue, gaining more strength from her surrender. She fell back into the cushions, he hadn’t noticed before, wouldn’t have cared, even if he had.
His fingers opened her, played with her entrance, made her flow before he had reached her clit. She arched back when he touched it, and he smiled his first smile, remembering her face when he had done it for the first time, when he had aroused and brought her to completion without harming her virginity. But this day, she wouldn’t be content with him playing her like this.
Determined she propped up unto one elbow and grabbed his throbbing shaft while he moved his long fingers up and down, watching her open up to him like a flower to the sun. He held himself in check until she started her ministrations properly, pumped him in patient, long strokes, enjoying his cock growing in her hand. She cupped the tip, slid one finger in the slit and tickled him until he panted and moaned. “Enough”, he uttered through clenched teeth, came up, and throw her forcefully on her back, a demonstration of control, she obviously esteemed.
Roughly he spread her legs apart, making her sigh and groan though nothing else had happened yet. But she hadn’t had to wait any longer.
He bent down to her breasts, licked and nuzzled the hard nipples, while his middle finger dipped into her wetness, searched for her entrance. The other fingers tickled around the opening, and she couldn’t help but writhe and moan beneath him. “More, Jack, more...”, she begged helplessly, and he obeyed, pushing the finger in, moving it around, rotating it in her soft cavern. “Ahhh,” she gasped, but he came up again and silenced her with his lips, suffocating her sounds of pleasure, while he slowly removed the finger, only to shove it back inside. In and out, and she couldn’t make a sound when he fingerfucked her faster and faster, wilder and wilder. Her hips moved, she would have trashed around, if he hadn’t held her, astonished about the sudden strength he felt inside. The power flew through him, showed him where to go, how to move.
In and out the finger went and he finally added another one, making her bite his lip.
He scissored them, made sure to give the walls of her cavern the right attention, to prepare her for the inevitable. His cock still grew without being touched, just by the sight of her squirming beneath him. A third finger plunged in together with the others and she screamed when he widened her, moved inside her, filled her and withdrew again restlessly. She was so close to the edge, unable to hold it any longer.
He buried his fingers deep... so deep and came down to suck in her clit, when she exploded, when the orgasm hit her for the first time. She spasmed and trembled, finally calmed down, his fingers still buried in her, moving slowly, proving her that it wasn’t over yet.
Finally he released her lips, licked his blood from the small cut where it still drippled along his chin, where she had left his mark on him.
Her eyes dropped to the purple erection standing parallel to his abdomen, pulsating with desire.
He recognized the hunger returning into the flushed face. Her hips answered the steady motions he had never stopped. Her lips parted, she sucked in a heavy breath. He watched her chest moving, her breasts standing upwards, still longing for attention. Jack increased the rhythm, moving quicker inside her, devouring her with his eyes. She gasped when he searched and found her most sensitive spot, her legs involuntarily parted more, giving him better access, spreading herself for him.
“Now Jack”, she whispered. “Do it now!”
The sight of her opening up completely, stripping down the last defenses, nearly made him wild. He breathed heavily, trying to control himself while he removed his fingers and slowly covered her with his length, rubbing his hard rod up and down her stomach, a threat and a promise.
“Yessss...”, she begged and raised her knees to him. He panted, slowed, positioned himself at her entrance, made her feel, made her want his strength. “Oh”, she gasped, when he stopped before entering, teasing her opening with his hard shaft, spreading hot drops of precum around. Slightly he moved forward, entered a bit only to stop there and make her whine in deception. His cock glowed, twitched, developed a life of its own and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
She was wet and tight, and he pushed forward mercilessly. “Ahhh.” Half in, and she trembled beyond. “More, more... “, her lips red and swollen, her eyes thirsty for him, for the essence of him. “Oh God!”
But he pulled out and then finally pushed in unto the hilt, stopping there, feeling her around him, squeezing him, her muscles working around his hardness. “Ahhh...”, she sighed and he pulled out once again, but only to return, to push in hard and deep, intruding her further than before, and still further with the next stroke. She felt the hot shaft splitting her, moving in and out, strong, deep, hard. The pace became quicker, he lost himself while pumping her, pushing into the soft flesh, meeting her with all he possessed, ramming into her, stronger and stronger, harder and harder, panting, gasping, groaning. And she loved it, giving small screams of pleasure, whenever he reached her center, whenever he slammed himself into her welcoming cavern. Faster and faster he moved, still pulling out completely to bury his length again.
But suddenly he stilled, looking down on her questioning, giving her some short prods making her gasp and writhe. “Oh yes, oh yes.. Oh...”
He slowed down, moved his hips in unbearable patience, pulling out carefully, gliding in inch for inch until she screamed for mercy. “More, more... Jack.”
And he gave her more, raised above her, and began to stroke her languidly, endlessly, again and again, fucked her deeply until she cried for she never had it that good, that deep, that big. And then he battered her, worked her deeper and deeper and she raised her legs and encircled his waist, forced him down to her, until he couldn’t move anymore, until he stopped, stilled, gave a few hard, last, violent strokes and exploded deep inside her, flooding her finally with his semen. She arched back, reaching her second climax with him, milking him dry while he still pumped slowly until he was empty.
“Thank you”, she whispered. “Thank you, all.”

Jack collapsed on her and she flung her arms around him.
“You’re mine ... mine forever”, she breathed into his ear and he sensed the danger without having a clue what it might be about. “Mine.”
The word echoed in his brain and he desperately tried to make sense of it.
His body hurt at once, his throat was dry and he felt spent and exhausted, ready to pass out.
But he wouldn’t. His mind told him to be aware, to stay alert at any costs.
And then he heard them, more voices, female voices, approaching them from a distance. Still buried in Marilyn he tried to rise his head, to see what was coming, but he barely could open his eyes, barely recognize his surroundings which seemed blurred and mysterious like they had been before, but kind of brighter and clearer.
“What have you done?” He croaked, felt his body’s temperature fall rapidly, his sweat glistening skin shivering from coldness or from fear. He wanted to stay with Marilyn and at the same time to be free of her touch, but all his strength had gone with their union.
Fingers reached for him, stroke him all over, ran lines over his body, touched him. Singing around him, a monotonous, hypnotizing chant, numbing his senses. He recognized the melody as the same Marilyn had sung before, and suddenly he wasn’t caring anymore.
Hands lifted him, turned him in countless, soft arms until he leant upright against them, watching Marilyn being surrounded by women of each kind and age.
She got up only to adress an altar he could make out in a corner at the wall, decorated with flowers, bowls, golden goblets and black, oily candles. Marilyn kneeled down in front of it, mumbled some words and lifted an artistic silver knife with glistening jewels, swirled it several times through the air before she got up and moved towards him.
“My Jack”, she said, allowing the athame to slide over his chest.
“You gave me what I needed, and you gave it on this special day. Wear my sign from now on and be mine forever.”

She turned the shining blade and cut deeply above his left nipple, adding another scar to his collection. His eyes burnt and the wound burnt with the fluid she poured over it, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t react, couldn’t run, though he saw it in the flaming eyes of the women lifting him up again, saw the hunger he had sensed in Marilyn before, a hunger he would have to satiate this night.