Title: Love until it hurts
Fandom: Gintama
Characters: Sakata Gintoki, Sarutobi Sacchan Ayame
Word count: 517
Rating: M
Warnings: pretty much PWP
Disclaimer: "Gintama" is not mine, although the writing certainly is.
A/N: written some time ago as a gift fic for a friend; comments are always appreciated
She grabbed the sheets tight in her fists until her knuckles turned white. It hurt, and it was all her fault. She said one word too much, he went mad, really mad, she could see his eyes darken. He grasped a fistful of her long violet hair, dragged to his bedroom and tossed on his futon like a ragdoll.
It didn't change the fact that she would have done it anyway. Sacchan loved teasing him. She wasn't afraid, besides, seeing him angry always made her shiver with anticipation.
"You really don't understand the concept of punishment?", he asked her once.
"I do understand", she replied with an innocent smile. "But I learned how to enjoy it."
This was the game they both wanted to play. Perhaps their little play was a bit too rough sometimes, like now, as she was biting the material of his pillow to keep herself from moaning loudly. She didn't want to hear yet another lecture from Otose about loud noises after ten p.m.
But Sacchan liked it rough. She never complained. She would not complain, no matter what. Gintoki could do with her anything he wanted, she eagerly, often too eagerly, agreed to everything. It was love. Or slavish admiration, nobody cared about definitions.
She could feel his hands tighten on her hips. There would be marks, she was sure, but it didn't matter. Not for the first time he would leave marks on her skin. She got used to it long time ago. No words were passed between them. She didn't need all that "romantic crap" anyway. Actions were better than words. When he groaned deeply, thrusting against her, Sarutobi smiled despite the pain. It always pleased her that she was able to give him what he wanted. She wasn't important. "Brake me into million pieces, if that's what you want", she wanted to tell him. She never said anything, she didn't have to, because she felt that somehow Gintoki knew.
Sacchan couldn't help it as the volume of her moans became louder and louder, when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Don't stop!", she pleaded, her voice strained, desperate. She gasped as the pleasure washed over her.
Sarutobi looked over her shoulder at Gintoki; his eyes were shining in the dark. He let her go, she could no longer feel the tight grip of his hands on her hips, and sat down on the futon, breathing heavily.
Sacchan closed her eyes, knowing she had to go; he never wanted her to stay. There was nothing else in this world the girl wanted more than hearing that one simple word…
"Stay."
She opened her eyes wide and blinked in surprise. Did she imagine that or he really did say..?
"I'm not going to repeat myself." Gintoki got up, and fixed his clothes. His face was still flushed, his hair more messy that usually. He looked at Sacchan with his typical expression of a dead fish.
"We both know you're gonna come back here anyway. You wanna stay, so stay."
When he left the room, her lips slowly curved into a smile.