"You have one chance, one day and that's today," The God spoke with a small sigh. "If you stop being extremely clingy for one week, I shall allow you to do what you please with my body. Release anything you wish to do to me in your darkest fantasies."

Clingy? Had she just called him clingy? The thought was revolting; Hatori was rather proud of his own steadfast independence. The thought of being dependent on someone or something was absolutely appalling- but true all the same. Yes, if there was one person he relied so heavily on, one person who he desired the most to have their attention from, it was Akito. She was God. His God. He was born for her, given a special gift to protect her and her alone. To hear her speak so lewdly now and offer up her body to him in the most intimate of ways was overwhelming, for more reasons than just the surface of the situation.

Reclining back, her silken, red robe parted as she exposed her naked body underneath to him. An ample bosom despite the many thick layers of bandage she had used to strap them down day after day… Her body was milky white, pale and bruised like a broken little doll. Grey hues followed the curve of her breast, leading down her slight curvature of feminine hips, and dipping down into those closed thighs of hers.

It was on cue- as if his leering was the key he needed to unlock the paradise that remained just forever out of his grasp. Her legs parted as well, falling open shamelessly as she bared herself fully to the dragon before her, the dragon that hungered insatiably for her affection.

He bit his lip, his gaze nervously focused on her center as he inched closer. Her words swam in his mind; like a fog, a haze settled over his own consciousness. Release anything you wish to do to me in your darkest fantasies… Yes, what he had he thought about? The few, rare moments in his life that he found himself whimpering and leaning against the shower wall, his own hand wrapped tightly around the base of his length and panting her name… In those moments, what had he imagined? It had been a long while since he last indulged in such activities…How could he remember that now?

Dry. His throat was dry. Painfully so. He swallowed, trying to remain calm. There was a fire in the pit of his stomach, something trying to frenzy him. He needed to remain in control of himself- yes, losing himself around Akito now would end in ruin. She would pull his hair, scream at him… While she gave her permission, sure, he needed to tread lightly. As always, Akito had the upper hand here. He was given this, allowed this… As if he had been a good boy and this was his treat. Like a dog. A dog with a bone. The thought was mortifying.

Crawling, quietly- he crept closer to her, before he finally nestling in-between her legs and tentatively trailing the pads of his calloused fingertips along the tender flesh of her thigh. It was smooth, like cream, utterly delectable. How he had longed to press his lips there, kiss, bath his tongue and lave at the flesh found between her legs. Not many of the zodiac had the pleasure of seeing this, seeing her body as the true female she was. He wouldn't squander this opportunity. Not here. Certainly not now.

Leaning down, his lips hovered over her skin, feldgrau orbs heated and intense as they never left her dark gaze. He stared into her eyes, making sure she was watching him. Validating him. He didn't want to risk her possibly tilting her head back and closing her eyes, her fantasies running wild as she imagined who she wished to be down in-between her legs, pleasuring her to her heart's content. No, he wanted her to see him. Him. Not Shigure, not Kureno… Hatori. It was his mouth that was on her. No one else's.

His lips met with her skin, leaving a trail of kisses as he worked his way upwards. Gentle, feather-like pecks that did little more than cause her cheeks to flush. He could hear her sigh- a curt one, one that was obviously trying to indicate that she was losing her patience with him. He could practically hear her mentally scolding him to just hurry up and get this over with. Yes, Akito hated this. She hated for the attention of her suitors to be on the one specific part of her body that made her female, the one part of her body that made her mother resent her, the one part of her body Shigure lusted after so desperately…

Hatori nuzzled his nose into her mound, affectionately for a moment. Inhaling her scent and enjoying the brief pause between them as he steeled himself for her reaction soon. He readied himself for a self, a yank of his bangs, anything that might happen due to an outburst. One hand wrapped around her thigh, pushing them open a bit wider, while his other moved to spread her apart. His mouth wrapped around her clitoris, bathing his tongue over the sensitive little nub lovingly. A soft moan left his lips, enough to send a tad bit of vibrations around the little organ that she so hated.

This was enthralling, utterly intoxicating. She was allowing him to get on his knees and worship her body like a church, to whisper prayers against the pinkened flesh. This was farmore pleasurable than the rough, sloppily done ministrations she preformed on him from time to time to relieve him. She looked so bored during those, perhaps even a bit miffed. She glared at him, practically demanding he come so it could be over. However, this… This was something he could take his time on. Lap at her and cover her in his own saliva until he could get her to scream his name. His name. Not Shigure's. Not Kureno's. His.

A long, bony finger had slipped inside her; one, and then another. Curled upwards, he searched frantically for her g-spot, only having read about such a thing in his medical journals and anatomy books. She hadn't allowed him to explore such a thing until this very moment. Her cry of pleasure confirmed that he'd found it, and his mouth continue steadily bathing over her, a rhythm that he refused to deviate from despite her cries for him to speed up. No. This wouldn't be rushed, not like her sexual acts that she performed on him. He wanted this to be a steady build up, an explosive crescendo washing over her body in wave after wave. Hatori wanted her to reach nirvana, find euphoria while riding against his lips. This was not to be taken lightly. He wanted her spent, weak… By the time he was finished, he wanted her exhausted and unable to even move a muscle.

He wanted to leave her reeling.

As her body clenched around his fingers, gripping him tightly, the dragon knew she was teetering on the edge of that precipice, about to fall into the void of absolute pleasure. He watched closely, watched as her head finally fell back against the pillow. It was now, it wasnow that she was going to cry out for him, cry out his name to the world and let everyone know that it was him who had taken her there. Him who had taken her body and claimed it as his own, his own playground to toy with as he pleased…

And that was when he stopped.

Moments before her release, he pulled his mouth and fingers away, looking up towards the God who was both flushed and furious, but perhaps even more so confused than anything else. Her breathing was ragged, and if she could catch her breath, he knew she'd be asking him what the hell he was doing, or why he stopped. He was standing up now, leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled, on the brink of orgasm. That was when he spoke.

"Never forget this moment, Akito. Never forget that it was my name you were about to call out. You remember who I am and what I can do. I am not a fool. I am not a pawn. I can leave you in this state at anytime I please. You care for me, Akito, I know that you do. I have been loyal to you since the very moment you were born. You believe that you always have the upper hand, but not always. Not always, Akito…

…You are not the only one who can use sex as a weapon."