So I'm back in the fanfiction writing business! Woo!
And this is my sequel to the Umbrella verse series. It shall be ten times better and full of angst and smut so yes.
Nothing has changed, I haven't bought Ghost Hunt since Umbrella Verse so unfortunately I still don't own anything but the plot.
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The old woman trudged down the steps to the laundry room, trying to ignore the racket made by the group of young people roaming the stairways carrying heavy boxes from a van outside into an apartment a few floors below above her. She glared at a blonde haired man as she ducked passed the pillows he was swinging around his head.
"Gomenasai!" he yelled back at her, barely glancing in her direction. Shaking her head at the youth of today, she continued her slow climb down the narrow stairways towards the basement. Loading her washing into the nearest machine she sat, wishing, not for the first time that day that the raven haired boy in her apartment block had never moved in.
Naru studied his new apartment, checking all the items he'd unpacked hadn't been broken during the trip here and the less than delicate handling by his colleagues. Seeing everything was undamaged, he went to find his girlfriend. He found her arranging photographs in their bedroom, humming quietly to herself. Leaning against the door frame he watched her work, admiring the view he received when she bent down to pick up another photograph. Mai had yet to notice he was there so he used the opportunity to let his playful side out for a bit. Stalking forward as quietly as he could, he snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his body and nibbled on her ear.
"Wha-" she squeaked when she felt the arms constricting her, but soon relaxed into the familiar feel of them. Naru brought his hand up, slowly gliding his fingers over her stomach and up between her breasts, following the line of her throat to her chin. He felt her shiver vibrate through him and he tilted her head to his, softly placing his lips on hers. She moaned into him and he smirked in response, deepening the kiss until his tongue traced the inside of her mouth. Her hands gripped his, she went to cup his face but he stopped her, holding both her hands in one of his until she couldn't move them. She whimpered, breaking away to look at him questioningly. He just gazed back at her, his eyes somewhat glazed over with desire. Recapturing her lips he held her tighter but thought better of it; turning her around so that she was pressed against him chest to chest. He moved his hands, letting go of hers, down her back, sliding over her butt to her thighs. A slight change in pressure was her only warning before he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, forcing their mouths together with bruising force. He walked backwards, holding her with one arm, using the other to find the door handle, pressing the lock. Mai giggled into his mouth upon hearing the door lock. Moving carefully back into the middle of the room, Naru searched for the unmade bed they'd brought up earlier. He figured he'd found it when he fell on top of his startled girlfriend. He took his time trailing kisses along her jaw, moving tantalizingly toward her throat. She moaned at the contact, wriggling to give him better access to the skin at her neck. Naru complied, softly nibbling and sucking at every patch of skin she gave him, causing moans and gasps to trickle out of her mouth like a small water spring. She fisted her hands in his hair as she felt his mouth moving lower, skimming over the tops of her breasts. She moved her hands to gently push him away. He looked at her questioningly as she sat up. Catching the bottom of her top, she ripped both her t-shirt and the singlet she wore underneath up sand over her head, flinging them off to the side somewhere. Naru took a moment to study her beautiful chest, tracing the curves lightly with his fingertips. The girl beneath him exhaled heavily and before he could do anything he'd been dragged down into a searing kiss. His hands moved to undo the clips at the back of her lacy bra, throwing it in the same general direction as her shirts. Still kissing her he stroked down her throat, across her chest and around the swell of each breast. He broke away from her mouth and continued his downward trail, paying attention to each breast in turn. He circled the nipple with his tongue a few times before bringing it into his mouth and sucking hard. At the resulting moan he bit down, enough to feel but not to hurt. Her moan turned into a sharp gasp and he saw he hands clench together at her sides. After doing the same form of ministrations to her other breast, he moved lower, kissing over the plains of her stomach, alternating between hard and sift kisses. Before reaching her jeans he sat back on his knees, undoing the buttons of his own shirt, pulling it off while she watched, devouring the sight hungrily. Once freed of his shirt he returned to her abdomen. Mai surprised him by grabbing his arms and quickly flipping him over, using the strength she's gained from their sparring until she was straddling him. He smirked at her from his new lying place on the bed. She blushed at her actions, still not used to taking the lead in the bedroom, when Naru let her of course. Which was quite often, they found. She bent down and mirrored his movements of earlier, trailing along his sharp jawline, down his neck, earning a growl from low in his throat. She explored his chest, feeling the taut muscles under soft skin , moving lower as she mapped his upper body in her mind. She kissed his stomach, moving to his naval as her hands reached to unzip his pants. She moved from him so he could kick his pants off. She continued kissing, continuing to the inside of his thighs, blushing when she saw him straining against his boxers. Though it was certainly not the first time they'd done this, oral sex was something neither of them had yet broached with the other. However, Mai had asked a few friends about it, and knew what to do in theory. She'd just been too nervous to try it, even though she'd wanted to. Looking up at Naru, she thought now was as good a time as any to try something new. Cautiously she pulled his boxers down, her eyes never leaving his face. He looked down at her questioningly, but she didn't falter as she grabbed his cock, licking it from the bas to the tip. He eyes widened, garbled noises of surprise and pleaser escaping his mouth. He watched her in disbelief as she repeated the action, this time wrapping her lips around the tip. This head fell back at the unfamiliar sensation and he couldn't help but moan loudly. Seeing his reaction to the little trick she'd learnt she sucked lightly, scrunching her face slightly at the new taste. She tried to remember what else she'd been told. She started moving her mouth down, almost forcibly yanking him out of her mouth when she reached her limit. Disappointed by how much she could take she used her hands to cover the rest. Slowly, shakily she put her hands into the form Keiko had demonstrated, bringing them down to the base as she slowly pulled her mouth back, before changing directions until her lips and fingers met. Hearing more moaning coming from above, she did it again and again, picking up the pace a little as her confidence grew with each gasp and moan coming from her boyfriend. The foreign sensations were driving him to the edge faster than he was comfortable with. He propped himself up onto his elbows, watching Mai's face, her brow crinkled in concentration. The sight of her lips sliding over him aroused him more than he thought possible.
"M-ung-Mai!" he gasped. Her mouth disappeared instantly; he could have wept at the loss. She was looking at his anxious, thinking he hadn't liked it. He saw her looking at him and kissed her, reassuring her. Her mouth tasted strange, like him, he assumed. Turning her over so he was back on top he got off the bed, looking for his pants and kicking off his boxers. He found them not far from the bed, digging out his wallet, he returned with a foil wrapped condom. Holding the wrapper with his teeth he tugged down Mai's zip, pulling her jeans off quickly followed by her panties.
Separating her thighs, Naru stroked her, moving in a lazy pace to spread the wetness around. When she was absolutely convulsing beneath him he stopped, chuckling at the glare she threw him. Kissing her sweetly he moved into place and entered her, relishing the feeling. He set a steady pace, slow but deep. Mai's hands crept to his shoulders, holding on while she move in time with him. Already having been close to the edge, it didn't take long for either of them to grow erratic in their movements as the pressure built, exploding through them. Collapsing on top of Mai, Naru pulled out and rolled over, breathing heavily. Sweat coated both of their bodies, sticking them slightly to the mattress underneath. Mai curled around him, resting her head on his shoulder and draping her arm across his stomach. Comfortable silence enveloped them as they came down from their high, broken only by the occasional sounds from beyond the door.
Their peaceful moment was shattered by loud banging on the door. Without saying a word, Mai and Naru got off the bed and began dressing.
"Mai!" Takigawa's voice came through the door. "We need to move into there! Open up!"
"Just a minute!" Mai yelled back, searching frantically for her pants among the mass of boxes. Locating them she thrust them on just as Naru finished buttoning up his shirt. Checking there was nothing out of the ordinary, Naru grabbed Mai, consuming her in one last kiss. He let go just as suddenly, unlocking and yanking the door open to reveal a surprised Takigawa standing there, hand raised to knock again. Placing his mask back on his face, Naru left, striding down the corridor to continue unpacking.
Takigawa walked cautiously into the bedroom, noting a flushed Mai arranging various items on a shelf. A smile spread across his face as he noticed the dishevelled state of Mai's hair.
"So..." he placed his box on the bed. "How was he?" he teased.
An object flying towards his head was her only response, the sound of it hitting home resounding in the room.