Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Panic, the concept, characters, and back-story belongs to Shoji Gatoh and ADV Films. This is just for fun. I am a poor civil servant so suing me is counter productive.
A/N: This is a series of one shots depicting moments in the lives of Sousuke and Kaname. Some will be a little risqué, some will be poignant, and some will be down right tear your heart out angsty (Is angsty even a word? Probably not, but you get the picture). They can stand alone but are loosely tied together as 'Moments in time,' and they follow no chronology. All that said, Enjoy.
Summary: Relationships, school, terrorists, a pale pink bra? Join Sousuke and Kaname as they navigate the ups and downs of that crazy little thing called love.
A/N and WARNING, DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!
THIS IS A (I FREAKING HATE THIS TERM) LEMON! I WILL NOT TOLERATE WHINING SO I AM LETTING YOU KNOW UPFRONT. THE NEXT ONE WILL NOT BE A LEMON SO IF YOU WANT TO WAIT FOR IT, GO AHEAD AND SKIP THIS ONE.
Control
By: Rogue Amazon Boo
Kaname Chidori had a plan of action. She'd set the mood, she'd found some very enticing lingerie, and she'd invested heavily in chocolate sauce and strawberries. Her course was set and she would be victorious!
Her target was her boyfriend, one Sousuke Sagara; her mission, to make the military manic lose complete control. She would accept nothing less than his total surrender and then she would reward him for giving her exactly what she wanted.
Kaname suddenly sighed. Loving Sousuke was the most rewarding and confounding experience of her life. He could make her seethe with anger, burn with lust, go cross-eyed with annoyance, and melt with a few honest and heartfelt sentences. Dating him was an exercise not only in patience (Something she found in short supply most of the time) but of perseverance in the face of all things clueless.
This, however, was the one time where her life lessons were not about some deficiency in normality that Sousuke had. No, this time it was about something that, to her great annoyance, he had yet to do in her presence.
Namely…lose control, or more accurately lose control while he was having sex with her.
Sex with Sousuke…was frankly fabulous. He always made it his mission to please her completely and multiple times at that. He knew all of her weakness, no doubt having kept a strict record of where and how she liked to be touched; damn otaku freak!
The problem, however, was that more and more she noticed that all though he loved her and enjoyed their physical relationship; he never completely let himself go.
And dammit she wanted him too! She was tired of being the only one swept away on waves of pure lust and love while he kept a part of himself back from her! She wanted…no needed, to know that they were in this together.
But did Sousuke understand that…of course not! Clueless idiot!
She huffed and attacked the strawberries she was de-stemming with renewed violence and vigor. She abruptly put the knife down though when another bout of musings assaulted her. She sighed again.
She needed to be fair. Sousuke was trying, he really was, but he'd spent so much of his life having to hide what he truly felt that it was still difficult for him to open up…to trust. The fact that she knew that he truly trusted her implicitly, and in ways that he'd never trusted another human being, warmed her and soothed her frayed ego.
The fact that she knew so much about him was testament to that trust.
She paused and her mind drifted back. She remembered the first time he ever told her about his life before Mithril, the life he shared amongst the guerrilla fighters in Afghanistan. She'd been appalled when she realized what had been done to him.
Trained as an assassin, fighting as a solider when he was eight, was it any wonder that he had trouble fitting in to ordinary civilian life?
When Kaname was eight the biggest thing she'd had to worry about was her sister breaking her toys. He'd had to worry about bullets, enemies, booby traps, landmines, dust storms, and the cold specter of indifferent death. It was enough to warp the minds of most people and frankly Sousuke was lucky he turned out as well as he had.
Tears stung her eyes. When she asked him what had saved him from turning into someone like Gauron he looked her straight in the eye and said.
You Kaname, you taught me that there is more to life than war and death. You reminded me that I am not simply a tool to wield on the strategic field of battle, but a man. I was perilously close to forgetting that before I met you.
Stupid, otaku, crazy, sweet, clueless, wonderful, idiot! Did he have any idea what it did to her when he said things like that! Of course not! And she knew that it wasn't even true!
Not that he lied to her. She was well aware that he believed it to be true, but she knew better. He was an honorable man long before he met her, and maybe his life had been filled with only duty and purpose, but he was never in any danger of ever becoming Gauron.
He had too much discipline to ever revert to the methods of that raving manic. He was too controlled.
Argh, that damnable control! She loved it and despised it! Just once she wanted to be the one to strip him of all coherent thought and reduce him to a simpering puddle of feeling and emotion. She eyed her strawberries and the pink shopping bag that was immediately recognizable by anyone of the female persuasion who'd ever purchased a bra.
Sergeant Clueless wouldn't know what hit him.
Sousuke was exhausted. He'd been on the De Danaan in the South Pacific going through underwater Arm Slave training, and three days spent with Arbalest was three days too long. He walked slowly down the hall, dragging his duffle bag and hoping that Chidori was home.
He'd missed her, more than he would have been comfortable with a few months ago.
A small, barely there smile touched his lips. Being in love with Kaname was not easy. He would venture to say that it was the hardest mission he'd ever undertaken. There were so many pitfalls and idiosyncrasies about normal human relationships that he just did not understand.
For instance, the last time they'd gone to the beach Kaname had purchased yet another new bathing bikini, this one a thin wisp of iridescent copper against her lightly tanned and toned skin. It had covered just enough of her to dance the edge of decency and he'd almost swallowed his tongue when he saw it.
The truth was that he'd had the same reaction when she'd worn her white bikini that one time and had called upon years, upon years of strict military discipline to keep his features stoic and unaffected. It would have been indecent and inappropriate for him to leer at her, although he was sure his friend and fellow solider, Kruz Webber, would have ogled her all day.
He wasn't Kruz though, and if he'd allowed himself to ogle the woman when he was in Afghanistan he would have been severely punished under Muslim law.
She'd almost made him forget his training and past consequences both days; almost, but not quite. After all, he was a specialist. Still, dating Kaname Chidori and having her dressed so provocatively on the beach had posed a conundrum for the young solider. He had been forced into the position of defending his girlfriend's honor from all the horny men staring at her and hoping for a wardrobe malfunction of epic proportions.
Before they started dating he would have dispatched them with the quickest, most effective means at his disposal, but afterwards, and after many, many blows from his girlfriend's harisen, he was starting to appreciate the value of subtlety and stealth.
He'd interrogate and subdued twenty sweaty young men that day and all without Kaname noticing, which was why he was confused when the got home and she wasn't speaking to him. He asked her multiple times what he'd done to upset her and finally she'd snapped and said.
Y-You moron! You didn't even notice! Kami, I should just g-go to the beach dressed in an oversized turtle neck and baggie pants for all the good dressing for you does! I swear Sousuke, how do I have to dress to get you to act like I'm sexy and desirable? Do I have to walk out into public naked?
The events that followed always brought a smile to his face. He'd calmly taken her hand and placed it strategically against the front of his bathing suit shorts. She gasped in surprise and he'd said.
I've been in this state all day, a condition I found prudent to conceal.
He'd then grasped her waist and pulled her close so he could rest his forehead against hers and run his fingers up and down the silky skin of her sides and back.
You are beautiful Kaname. How can you believe that I do not notice such things?
She kissed him fiercely then and the sex that had followed had been explosive enough for the neighbors to complain the next morning. Kaname was, after all, a screamer.
The slight smile on his lips almost became a grin, but not quite, as he stopped in front of their shared apartment door, put the key in the lock and turned. The low lighting was his first clue that something was amiss. His second was the candlelight dancing all over the walls and furnishings. He reached for his pistol on instinct but stopped himself.
He needed to reassess the situation. There did not seem to be any evidence of forced entry, nor was there any indication of a struggle having taken place. He still would not let himself relax, for when it came to Kaname's safety he felt he could never be too vigilant.
Even if Kaname would disagree.
Slowly he lowered his duffle and started clearing the apartment in a systemic, through manner. When he reached the bedroom he braced himself against the wall, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He came around in a firing stance, clearing one corner, pivoted, and froze.
The gun trembled and his jaw would have dropped if he'd been anyone else.
Kaname stood before him, dressed in a pale pink lacy bra, a slip of what could dangerously be called pink lace panties and just above the scrap of fabric, a pink and blank lace garter belt with the ties loose and trailing down her slim thighs. There were more candles lit around the room and the shadows created an enticing affect on her smooth skin.
A soft smile curved her full lips and she slunk sexily towards him. His mind disengaged and he lowered his gun to his side, staring at her in fascination.
The light that caressed her skin gave the lightly tanned flesh a luminous glow. If Sousuke had been a girl, he would have known that the effect was the result of the lotion, containing trace amounts of body glitter, that she'd rubbed all over her body after her shower.
He, however, wasn't and so didn't realize, but he did sway slightly when the intoxicating scent of cherry blossoms assaulted his nostrils. She stopped just out of his reach and purred.
"See something you like soldier?"
He swallowed convulsively and stood at attention.
"A-Affirmative." Part of his mind, however, was still in protection mode and he glanced towards the window, automatically checking for breaches in security. An annoyed growl was his only warning before the harisen came out and bopped him on the head. Sousuke wondered where the hell she'd managed to hide the notorious paper fan. It certainly couldn't be on her person, not in that outfit.
"That hurt, Kaname."
She huffed. "It was supposed to baka." She smiled sweetly and Sousuke gulped. "Now that I have your attention again, I want you to do something for me."
"W-What Kaname?"
She traced a finger up his chest and played with the buttons of his uniform. He swayed towards her and the next thing he knew she'd taken his gun from him and dropped it at their feet. He almost bent to retrieve it, but the look in her eyes warned him that such an action would be most detrimental to his health.
"Sousuke…remove your shoes and lay down on the bed." He started and a puzzled look entered his intense slate eyes. He was not unfamiliar with engaging in sexual relations with one Miss Chidori but he was at loss to see why she would request he lay down. Usually, by now, she would be kissing him fiercely and tugging at his clothes. She seemed to read his hesitation and with a wicked twist of her lips she pulled out the one phrase that always got him to do what she wanted.
"That's an order, solider."
He snapped to attention, his ingrained training taking over. "Yes ma'am." She watched, giddy, as he crossed the room with straight purposefully strides, removed his boots, and lay down stiffly on top of the comforter. She crossed over to him, noticing the way his eyes turned darker as he watched the way her breast bounced under the lace. She crawled over him from the foot of the bed until she could straddle his hips.
She sucked in a breath. She could feel him straining against the zipper of his fly and mischievously she rub her lace covered mound against him. He jerked and grunted…but damn him, he was still in control of himself. If all went to plan that wouldn't last long. She leaned foreword and her long, silky hair rubbed against his bare arms. He sucked in a ragged breath.
"Kaname?" She shook her head and bent in close enough to whisper in his ear, her hot breath fanning the sensitive skin.
"Sousuke," she purred. "Do you trust me?" Startled his eyes jerked to hers. He searched her honey orbs, wondering why she would ask him that.
"Of course," he replied, no hesitation. She smiled warmly.
"Then I want you to promise me that from this moment on you will do what I say, no questions."
His eyes dimmed. "I can not promise you that." She huffed in annoyance.
"Why not?" He met her hot gaze head on.
"Because if you command me to do something that could possible jeopardize your safety; I will not comply. You're safety is always my foremost concern, especially now that I…"
She placed one slim finger over his lips, stilling them, and considered him for a moment. She had known he would say something like that and part of her plan for breaking his control was for him to be relaxed enough to allow it to happen. She'd planned for such contingencies.
She frowned at him, solemn. "All right, what if I promise that I will listen to you if you feel that anything I have you do might put me in danger?"
He didn't look completely comforted, but he gave her a brief nod of acquiescence. She smiled again, pulled his shirt out of his pants, and started slowly unbuttoning it. His eyes darkened as he watched her pale pink nails and nimble fingers work the fasteners free. Each time she freed a button she pressed a kiss to the soft cotton of his undershirt. By the time she'd finished his eyes were glassy with want.
"Sit up for a minute," she softly commanded. He complied and she pulled the shirt off his shoulders and threw it on the floor. He almost started after it, intent on hanging it up, but she stayed him with a palm on his chest.
"Leave it." Reluctantly he nodded and turned his attention back to her. She smiled again, gripped the hem of his white wife beater, pulled it over his head, and tossed it in the same place she'd tossed his other shirt. She gently placed her hands flat against him and pushed him back down.
He lay down; his eyes questioning once again. When she scrapped her nails lightly over his flat brown nipples he bucked his hips. She sighed in pleasure as she ran her hands up and down the hard muscles of his toned chest. Kami, she loved the feel of his hard body under her hands, he was like a living granite statue, with the exception of the many scars marring the perfection.
She bent her head and her hair brushed against him while she ran her small pink tongue along one jagged line of raised flesh. Sousuke moaned. She made sure to drag her hair along his chest when she pushed herself back up, knowing how much he loved that. He didn't disappoint her. A strangled sound escaped him and she could see him fighting to retain his composure.
Not tonight baka, she thought, affectionately. She rubbed her lace clad breast against him as she whispered.
"Put your hands above your head." He titled his head and slowly complied. That was when Kaname pounced. She grabbed his right wrist and looped the silky restraints she'd prepared earlier over and pulled the knot tight, and did the same thing with the left before he could protest. She sat back up and looked down at him in smug satisfaction.
Sousuke narrowed his eyes and tested his bonds, finding them quite sufficient.
"Kaname no, you must release me. How can I effectively protect you if I am bound to the bed?"
She shook her head, negative, reached over to her nightstand and took out a few items. The first was a sharp knife, which she laid on the top of the stand, next to that she put a tazer, and lastly she held up the remote that operated the advanced electronic security system that he'd installed the day they'd moved in together.
She lazily hit the button and the light on the remote flashed armed.
"The tazer is in case someone comes in and I need to defend myself, the knife is so I can free you quickly, and I've armed the system at maximum. Do these measures meet with your approval?"
He gave her a tortured look. "Kaname…" She silenced him by laying a finger over his lips again.
"You said you trusted me." He frowned.
"I do but…" She shook her head.
"No, no buts. This is my time. I need to do this Sousuke, please."
Her pleading had a greater affect on his resolve than a thousand tantrums would have. When she looked at him like that he found himself powerless to deny her anything.
"Your measures appear sufficient," he murmured. She rewarded him with a smile that shamed the sun. He graced her with that barely there turn of his lips that most people wouldn't recognize as a smile. Kaname considered it a good start.
"Now that I have you here, helpless, just what should I do with you?"
He stiffened. "I assure you Kaname, I am never helpless." The look she bestowed on him would have turned the devil green with envy.
"Oh…but you will be." She laughed lightly and opened the drawer of the other night stand and took out the bowl of chilled strawberries and the bottle of chocolate sauce. She grabbed the bottle and Sousuke yelped when she squeezed a line from his abdomen to his chest.
"Kaname what…" His words died in a strangled gasp as she grabbed one of the strawberries, swirled the ripe red fruit in the sauce pooling on his stomach, and brought the treat to her cherry lips. She bit into it with strong white teeth and her tongue peaked out to catch the sauce that had smeared at the corner of her lips. He watched her chew, fascinated, and his already painful erection, doubled in size. Her eyes went wide when she felt him grow against her and twitch.
"Ohhh my, someone's happy to see me." She ground against him and he groaned. She wiggled again, grabbed another strawberry, swirled it, and held the fruit to his lips.
"Eat it, Sousuke." He complied, making sure to suck her finger into his hot mouth before releasing her. She tsked.
"Now, now, that was naughty. I might have to punish you for that."
She held her hair away and bent her head and proceeded to lick and suck all the sauce she poured on him. Sousuke pulled the satin restraints taut as he arched into her. When she'd lovingly licked off the last drop he collapsed, panting like he'd just gone through hell week at basic. When she dipped her velvet tongue in his belly button he gurgled. Kaname giggled. It seemed her plan was working, but he still wasn't wild enough. She shimmed down his body, unbuckled his belt, slowly worked the zipper over the hard bulge there and she heard him hiss as she pulled his pants and boxers down his legs and threw them on the floor.
To her delight he didn't make any attempts to follow the garments. Crawling back up his legs she faced his very proud erection and gently blew on it. She watched it bob of its own accord and she heard the harsh gasp Sousuke made.
"Kaname," he growled through gritted teeth. She gave him an innocent look.
"What Sousuke?"
"I want to touch you." She shook her head.
"No…not yet. I told you Sousuke this is my time. But maybe I can help you with this little problem you seem to be having."
He mumbled something that sound suspiciously like, 'It's not little,' but she couldn't be sure. As she looked at his painful arousal she had to agree. Sousuke was most definitely not small. In fact she'd go almost so far as to say he was gifted, but she was biased. She grabbed the chocolate sauce and two more strawberries and dribbled the brown liquid down the length of him.
His hips jerked and when she ran a strawberry from base to tip and swirled it, he gargled her name. She sensuously bit into the fruit and she felt her own pulse leap. It tasted like Sousuke. She ran the second strawberry in the opposite direction and this time she licked it before eating the whole thing. Sousuke's breathing had become erratic and he was pulling at his bonds again.
She looked at him with hooded eyes, reached for the clasp in front of her bra, and freed her breasts. His eyes went right for the peaked nipples and he worked his jaw hungrily. She dropped it on the floor, bent down and licked chocolate off the underside of his straining cock, pausing only to tongue the head. His eyes almost rolled back into his head and before he could recover she took him deep into her mouth.
He hardly ever let her do this for him and Kaname knew it was because it drove him insane. It was the most sure fire way to reach her goal. After all, she'd been studying his weaknesses too. She bobbed her head up and down, humming and using her tongue intermittently. Sousuke started bucking his hips involuntarily. If she could have smiled she would have. She was finally making him lose some of that iron control.
"K-Kaname stop…please…I'm going to…"
He didn't get to complete that sentence. He arched. Kaname felt him contract in her mouth and pulled up so she could keep the tip in and swallow what he gave her. When she licked off the last drop, she pulled away with a tiny pop and felt warmth suffuse her. The taste of seed and chocolate sauce almost undoing her. Sousuke was gazing at the ceiling with glassy eyes and he'd fallen, boneless, back to the mattress. She crawled up his body, dragging her breasts along his skin, and captured his lips in a deep kiss.
Sousuke pushed his chin up, trying to gain leverage but she teased him with quick darts of her tongue rubbing against his. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. He was gazing at her like a starving shipwreck survivor looking at the last coconut on the uninhabited island he'd been stranded on. It thrilled her and caused her already damp panties to become saturated.
"I have to touch you," he whispered fiercely. She responded by offering him her right nipple. He latched on, tugging slightly with his teeth causing her to gasp and when he soothed the hurt with his hot tongue and suckled lightly, she moaned. When she offered him her other breast he treated the hard peak to the same treatment and growled when she pulled away. He strained against his bonds again, trying to follow.
"Uh-uh, just feel," she said, and trailed her hair down his chest, over his stomach down his thighs to his knees and back up again to rub against his sex. He'd already started to harden again while he suckled her breast, but the feel of her hair sent all the blood rushing down south again.
He was even more erect than before and Kaname felt her breathing grow labored. She got up off the bed and made sure to stand in his line of sight as she worked the garters and panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She stood before him and almost came at the look in his slate eyes.
He looked feral. He'd never looked at her like that before. She moved back to the bed and straddled him again, her mound resting against his abdomen. She could feel the muscles jerk and contracted were her moisture leaked on his skin.
"Now solider, let's see how you like this." She pushed herself up, gently wrapped her fingers around his sex, and guided the tip to her entrance. Slowly, deliciously she sunk down on to him and he grounded out her name. When she had him half way in she pushed down fast and took him hard to the hilt. He bucked and she moaned.
He felt so good, filling her, stretching her to the limit and she whimpered when she started to push herself up and down, riding him. Sousuke was fighting with his restraints, desperate to touch her, but she didn't notice. Her head thrown back, eyes tightly closed, and perfect breasts thrust forward she bounced up and down on his cock, taking her pleasure. He tried to buck with her, but he had no leverage.
Sousuke suddenly screamed in frustration and Kaname's shocked brown eyes flew to his. She watched in stunned fascination as he roared, the muscles in his arms straining. The bond on his right wrist must have had some sort of defect because it suddenly snapped and he was free. Wild he grabbed the knife, cut his other hand free, and threw the knife on top of the nightstand before wrapping his fingers around Kanme's hips and slamming her down on top of him.
She screamed in pleasure and Sousuke growled, using his considerable strength to push her up and pull her down. She looked into his eyes and he saw what she'd longed to see. He was mindless with want, almost violent, as he pushed into her and brought her down on him again and again and again.
Hips slapped and sounds of ecstasy filled the air. Finally it was too much for Kaname and she came screaming his name. Sousuke made sound not unlike a wild animal and they collapsed next to each other, panting, exhausted, stated. Kaname had a dreamy smile on her face when she turned to him, but it faltered when she saw the look in his eyes.
He looked ashamed of himself. "Sousuke?" She questioned. He tried to collect himself but he was still feeling the after affects of his total loss of control.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Kaname. I didn't want to be so rough with you and I'm dishonored by my conduct and my loss of discipline. I h-hope you will forgive me. I know I have failed in my duty to p-protect you and you probably w-will never allow me to t-touch you again. I will accept this punishment with all…"
She cut him off with a kiss and he started in shock. When she pulled back he was surprised to see the soft look in her eyes.
"Sousuke, I wanted you to take me like that. I wanted you to lose control. In fact, I practically forced it on you."
She gently ran her fingers through his shaggy dark hair and he frowned at her in confusion.
"I don't understand." She rolled her eyes.
"Baka, you never let yourself go with me, not completely. I needed to know that you could." She blushed and continued. "I needed to know that y-you t-trusted me enough to give me everything."
His features looked troubled.
"I-I'm sorry. I had no idea. I was just afraid that…I was afraid that if I didn't keep control, I would do exactly what I did and hurt you. I don't want to hurt you, Kaname."
She gave him an annoyed and affectionate look, a look that only she could pull off and one that she reserved just for him.
"Sousuke, you moron, did I sound like I was in pain? I don't think you've ever made me…" She trailed off and blushed crimson. She'd been about to tell him that she'd never had an orgasm like the one he'd just given her, but she couldn't get the words out.
He still looked like he wanted to beat himself up and she sighed.
"Stop it solider. It felt good, I loved it, and I hope you let yourself go like that again."
He responded by pulling her close and she snuggled against him. After a few moments he spoke.
"I love you, Kaname."
She kissed his forearm. "I love you, too"
Silence again. "So you really do like it when I lose control?" He sounded hopeful and she smirked and twisted in his arms so she could meet his eyes.
"Yes," she said, and kissed him. He kissed her back with growing passion and she felt the evidence of his desire growing against her belly. She moaned and gasped when he suddenly flipped her over and deftly tied her hands above her head with the remainder of silk bonds he'd retrieved from the bed post.
"W-What…SOUSUKE!"
"After careful analysis of the situation I have decided that I too, enjoy seeing you lose control, and thus have decided to find the most effective approach to accomplishing my mission."
"Sousuke," she growled in warning and then gasped as he started kissing his way down her body. When he parted her thighs and buried his dark head between them she swiftly forgot her annoyance and moaned loudly.
Maybe giving him some control right now wouldn't be such a bad idea.
It was the last coherent thought she had for the rest of the night.
Fin.