This is my first attempt at GG fanfic, so I'm kinda nervous. I used to write fics like crazy a long time ago, but then took a long hiatus and just began reading/reviewing them.
This was written in response to a GGanon prompt: community.livejournal.com/gossipgirlanon/396.html

Story: Wedding Dress
Rating: NC-17
Author: Seuthrian
Summary: After years living in Tokyo doing work for Bass Industries, Chuck gets wind of Blair's upcoming wedding. Jealous, he comes back to claim what is his.
Spoilers: Probably; everything.
Notes: Starts off with Chuck's POV, then Blair's, then back to Chuck's. Most likely one-shot.


Of all the fucking people in the world for her to marry! Upon first hearing the news, Chuck was torn between throttling her or kidnapping her. 'Rescuing' was probably a far better term, but he always fucked up his rare attempts at playing the hero, so kidnapping would have to do.

After five shots of Jack Daniels and completely trashing the bedroom of his presidential suite at the Shangri-La Hotel, Chuck came to a much more rational solution. Pulling out his cell phone, he called for the private plane, before proceeding to leave a slurred voicemail to his closest associate, who would undoubtedly resent him for having to stand in Chuck's place at tomorrow's conference. But work be damned. Weddings be damned. And goddamn Waldorf for being stupid enough to agree to marry such a swine.

Two hours on the company plane didn't help to taper his rage. If anything, he was growing more livid the closer he came to his intended destination. He refused to sober up, and instead began nursing his favorite brand of scotch. He only took a momentary break in order to stumble towards the back of the plane and into the lavoratory.

Big mistake.

He hated the image he was met with when glancing up, catching sight of his reflection in the mirror above the sink. After languidly taking in his disheveled appearance and grim features, he made a half-assed attempt to fix himself up; splashing water on his face, and combing back his untamed dark strands through his fingers. But the longer he looked at himself, the more his anger flared, but not at her. Not even at the asshole she was with. No, now his rage was directing itself to the miserable reflection staring back at him. Completely inebriated, he didn't think twice before hauling back his fist, his knuckles meeting the glass with a sickening crunch, the shards splintering into his flesh. The pain shot through his nerves like fire, but he welcomed it. Pulling his fist back in a silent daze, he painfully attempted to flex his fingers, blood trickling down to his fingertips.

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The dress was made for royalty. The beautiful milky-colored empire gown was a Vera Wang original, with a fitted bodice decorated with beaded floral accents, and a cinched waist that ended in a long, pleated skirt of flowing silk chiffon. But, as she twirled in front of the full-length mirror in the fitting room of her mother's design studio, she couldn't help but frown at her own reflection. She had wanted to look like a princess for... him. That mother-chucking rodent. But that dream was now dead. She was getting older; rarely did ladies of such privledge and old money from the UES marry past the age of twenty two. And she was twenty one! She was bordering on becoming an old maid!

Despite Chuck's frequent drop-ins and empty promises over the years, she had decided to seek solace elsewhere. Even the rumors of her affair did little to urge Chuck into leaving Tokyo, he merely tossed out empty threats and played endless mind games. When she noticed someone unfamiliar tailing her around the city a couple of months back, she had been hopeful he'd soon return, but she only received ranting voicemail messages about how suicidal she was to engage in such an illicit affair. Needless to say, his calls went unanswered. If he couldn't do any better than THAT, than he wasn't worth waiting for. He would never grow up. He would never choose her first and foremost.

Reaching behind her to undo the back of her gown, Blair mentally reminded herself that her husband-to-be would be by any minute. Despite feeling smothered by him lately, she gave in and agreed to an evening of dining and dancing. Besides, the man was a master at stalking, and she often found herself having to get creative with excuses just to get away from him for more than five minutes. But, she supposed this was what it would have eventually become. Married life wasn't perfect, especially in the Upper East Side.

She was turned towards the closet when she heard a pair of heavy footsteps enter into the room. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and stopped her futile attempts at reaching the zipper, refusing to turn around and face him. "Have you ever heard of bad luck?" she sniped, her tone laced with annoyance. She rolled her eyes as she heard him walk closer, placing her hands on her hips just before feeling a punishing grip lace around her upper arm. She opened her mouth to complain, but was whipped around and immediately forced backwards, her chest colliding with the brute figure who refused to relent until her back made contact with the wall. And there he was, staring down at her with a murderous glare; Chuck-fucking-Bass.

"You're calling it off," he said, a threat, his voice low and menacing as a sneer drew along his lips. He leaned down close, a hairsbreadth away from her face. She could smell the stench of booze on his breath, giving him a sneer of her own as she jerked her head away in disgust. Drunk, as always, figures.

"Go to hell." He'd caught her off guard, or else she would have had something far more articulate to say, something snide and spiteful, something to show him how much she hated him in this moment.

Apparently, he wasn't one for words either in his current state, his grip tightening around her arm, reaching up to grab her other arm in an equally bruising hold. She opened her mouth to speak, but he descended on her, his lips forceful upon hers, his tongue running along her bottom lip before demanding entrance into her mouth. If she hadn't needed to gasp for air, she wouldn't have given in, but once he'd gained access, he was unrelenting. His body followed suit, crushing her small frame against the wall, his chest heaving roughly against her silk-clad breasts, making her squirm under his punishing body.

He didn't release his hold on her, didn't dare let his lips part from hers, as he bunched up the long white skirt of her dress, just enough to expose what he was apparently after. He had no mercy, no patience, and tore at the thin straps of her lace panties. It was only when he moved to undo his trousers that he released her swollen lips, his dark eyes penetrating hers with more than just lust, more than just anger. She wasn't sure, but it looked like desperation. Need.

"Chuck," she panted out, as if to stop him, but the words she wanted to say only ran through her head, unable to escape through her lips.

And that was all the invitation he needed. Mercilessly grabbing a hold of her hips, he hoisted her up, slamming her back against the wall as he trailed his eager lips up along her jaw and to her ear. Nuzzling his nose into what she knew to be his weak spot - her exposed neck - she felt his erection rub impatiently against her already wet folds.

"I will never let you marry him." And with that, Chuck parted her legs to further accomidate him, sliding his hardened length deep inside her. Blair squeaked at the sudden intrusion, already gasping for air and clawing desperately at his clothed back. Chuck's head came to rest just above her breasts, his eyes closed, stilling his movements as he let his grip on her lighten just barely.

Once she breathing steadied, Blair stared down at him, watching as an almost peaceful glow of satiation came over his face, as though he were reveling at the feel of being inside of her again. It scared her much more than she thought it would, and tugged at her heart like nothing else ever would.

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It took only a few moments for Chuck to regain himself, pulling himself out just a fraction before thrusting forward, and though he'd become gentler, it felt all the more arousing to slowly claim her once more. With a few more careful thrusts, Chuck gripped tighter to her hips, his heavy-lidded eyes trailing over her flushed complexion. The sight of her beautiful skirt so carelessly bunched up at the waist where they were joined, her gyrating thighs seeping past the frilly material, was enough to make him want to cum harder than he ever had. But he had to hold back. Had to take more of her. Had to remind himself that she wasn't wearing this dress for him.

His bruised fingers splayed across her back, easily finding the thin zipper that held up the bodice of her dress. He was no longer careful as he jerked it down, releasing all of her concealed beauty before his eyes. The strain of his balls only tightened at the sight of the hardened tips shaking with each thrust he drove into her. He crudely tugged at the top of her dress, exposing her completely as his dipped his head and took one rosy nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub and lapping up his trail. She mewled and writhered against him as he opened his lips further to engulf more of her breast into his warm mouth. He suckled on the tender flesh, his cock ramming more possessively into her, feeling the head of his member twitch with every inhibitated thrust. But he was determined to make her come before him, releasing her moist nipple from his mouth and grabbing the small of her back, forcing her to arch into him to take him into her even deeper.

She was shaking in his arms by now, her sex clenching against his throbbing shaft almost painfully. She screamed and bucked against him as she came, and he was all too ready to watch her unfold.

"You're so fucking tight for me, baby," he said, breathless, as her muscles continued to spasm around his pounding cock, pulling him even more tightly inside of her.

She was limp in his arms now, though Chuck drove into her until his dick began pulsing violently against her contracting muscles, jerking him into his own release. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but didn't bother to hestitate before he came deep inside her, letting his seed fill her until he pumped the last remnants of his erection into her. A sense of completion flooded him as he felt himself dripping along her swollen folds, leaking onto the inside of her thighs as he stayed lodged inside of her, daring to lower the palm of his hand to rest low on her abdomen.

Realization must have dawned on her, because he saw the moment alarm drew along her beautiful face, her nose wrinkling in anger as she lowered her weakened legs to the ground, dislodging herself and pushing him away.

"I HATE you Chuck!" she screamed, as he tucked himself back in and zipped up. He turned to her, hell-bent on continuing what he'd came here for, to make her stop this charade, but then he saw him. Standing just a few inches taller than him, prim and arrogant in his suit as he loomed in the doorway, the dangerous glare in his eyes confirming he had seen enough.

"Uncle Jack," Chuck called him out, smirking at the man who had no doubt come looking for his bride-to-be. Chuck walked up to a disoriented Blair, who was struggling to smooth out the skirt of her dress, but when he reached out to take her arm, she stalked off across the room, shooting him a look to kill. So Chuck proceeded forward, his eyes narrowing darkly on Jack as he pushed the older man out the door, closing it behind them both.

Jack didn't waste time in pushing his young nephew away, raising his fist to strike, but Chuck dodged the blow and barreled into his uncle's midsection, ramming the older man against the wall and momentarily throwing him off guard. Quickly rising back to full height, Chuck leaned in close, biting out the words like venom, "She will always be mine."