The acts of bravery and courage, of honor and pride, the acts of the ones who put their lives on the line to fight for what they believe in, are lost to the pages of history and the passage of time. It's inevitable. Some of the greatest warriors to have ever fought for their lives and their love for the world have never even been mentioned in the books. That's what happened with us. We all fought; every single one of us, fought against a man who had become lost in the madness of his knowledge, a man who sought to end the world rather than see it suffer in darkness and pain any longer. In fighting him, we learned many things. We learned truths we never would have wanted to know, and we learned about ourselves. We learned to trust beyond the bonds of friendship, and even learned what it meant to have people to protect. We were betrayed and brought back together again. I walked on the edge of death only to come out the other side whole and stronger than I was ever before. I found love and true friendship in the blood and fear of that time. We all fought, all of us, man and woman, adult and child, to save a world we believed in. And we won that battle, but not without great sorrow and even greater loss. But the history tells nothing of this adventure; it lives on only in our minds, years after the long battle is finished. We have all gone our separate ways. One tries to follow his heart and heritage by uniting the country for peace and prosperity, another wonders until he can find the strength to fight again; one lives together with his love and sins forgiven, saving lives to make up for the lives he took, while another still travels the world looking for battles and people to conquer. One rebuilds what was lost and another carries on the legacy of pain born silently by another. As for me, I am alone, or that is what they think. At the end of our battle, the one who was most important to me stayed behind with the enemy, for what purpose I do not know. He told me, as the walls of the evil tower fell upon him, that he wanted me to be happy. What a selfish man; how can he tell me that when he is not going to be with me? I walk the roads of the country as I did before, hunting for criminals as usual, and searching for him. I run into the others occasionally, and every now and again over these last three years, we've had a commemorative gathering of our battles at my home. They all worry about me, for they believe me to be all alone. But I know that I am not; after three years of searching and waiting, and months of lonely torment, he finally came back to me again.
"Yuya, we'll come by to see you soon, alright?" I smiled at the petite woman with long black hair as she stood beside me, helping me to clear the dishes away from supper. Her kimono was held back by straps, but the material and design were very fine. She was still as beautiful as ever, this gentle woman with a heart of power. I smiled at her and opened my mouth to say something, but the door slammed open behind us and a man fell through, the rest of the dishes stacked up in his arms. They clattered and teeter on the edge of the tray he held as he stumbled about the entry, moments from falling and shattering on the floor.
"Kyoshiro! What are you trying to do?" The woman next to me snapped, her hands going to her hips as she tapped her foot and glared at the guy clamoring about out before us. I started to laugh low in my throat and reached into the sleeves of my much more plain and worn kimono, pulling out my trusty pistol.
"Don't worry about it, Sakuya; I'll just shoot him in compensation according to how many of my dishes he breaks." I growled, grinning evilly. She gasped, but the man squealed like a girl and started darting about putting dishes in the sink to be washed and in the cupboards, babbling his apologies as he scurried around frightened. Watching him scurry around my kitchen like a frightened child, I started to laugh and couldn't stop. No one would believe that this man was one of the two best swordmaster's to have ever lived in our country.
"Just don't break my dishes, Kyoshiro, and I won't have to tie you up as punishment. Sakuya, you're way too lenient with him; for this idiot you have to use a firm hand." I told the woman who was still spaced out next to me. She suddenly turned with a sly look in her eyes and winked at me.
"Is that how you handle him?" She asked, waggling her eyebrows meaningfully at me. I blushed and took a step back, lifting my hands and waving them in the air. Unlike Sakuya and Kyoshiro, I wasn't married and I lived by myself, supposedly, something that was very much taboo in our current society. Women were supposed to stay in the homes of their father's or live with their husbands. Since I was a bounty hunter, I was allowed a little leeway with the rules, but if anyone else found out… Kyoshiro finished helping me out and walked up behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her from behind. The gentle smile on Sakuya's face as she glanced up at him made me almost melt; those two are so in love it isn't even funny.
"You've never told us, and he's never here at the same time we all are, for which I'm sure he has his reasons, but we know he has come back. Maybe he just wants to live out his life with you, for you're the person who brought him back to us all. But Yuya-san, it's kinda obvious he's here. You've got loads of sake when you don't drink and his clothes are hanging out on your clothesline. There's tobacco in your bedroom, and you yourself smile more now than you did a bare year ago." He said, smiling at my discomfort. I flushed some more and started to babbling, then just clenched my hands and hunched my shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my head and looked them in the eyes, even thought I was flushed from head to toe and uncomfortable as all get out.
"He…he doesn't want to be the goal anymore. He wants each and every one of you to do the things you need to do, like he told us three years ago when he vanished. So he won't ever show himself to you guys again unless he needs to…although he told me he might make a visit to your medicine hut one day if he felt like it." I finally squeaked. The couple smiled brightly and both of them embraced me at the same time, making a Yuya-sandwich. We spoke for a couple more hours, drinking the tea Sakuya-san had made, before they headed out to return to their own home. I stood in the doorway waving them off until they topped the rise in the road and vanished from my sight.
Sighing, I turned and walked back inside the house. It was the home I had shared with my brother while he was still alive, and while it was a fine home with all the comforts of the world, as well as nicely secluded in the forest so that I got no unwelcome visitors, it was too large for one woman alone. Walking outside, I looked at the larger, masculine clothes hanging out to dry beside my own. The black robe with the ying-yang symbol on the back was a constant reminder of him. He hadn't been home in almost three months. I know why he'd left; actually, I'm the one that had told him to go do it. But I was getting lonely, and in a few days I'd be leaving on a job. I still hunted bounties like I used to, although the last few times I'd gone it had been surprisingly easy. Having him along made it that way, since villains didn't want to mess with him at all. Even though he'd been back for close to a year now, I saw less of him than I wanted too. My job was the only thing keeping us in supplies; he didn't want to work for any man but himself and he didn't always operate on the right side of the law. I sighed and took the laundry down, dragging it inside and folding everything. A headache was pounding in the back of my head. Rubbing my shoulders, I sat at the low table and looked at the bounty sitting there.
"Moa the Manslayer, worth five thousand gold coins, has killed fifty young men traveling the roads near Tokyo. Hmm, sounds like he'll be tricky to catch." I muttered, laying my gun on the table and taking it apart unconsciously. "It looks like he isn't going to fall for my feminine wiles, since he only goes for young men around seventeen. What a pervert…maybe I can dress up like a boy to lure him in?" I mused aloud as I cleaned the weaponry.
"Shouldn't be too hard for you, girl; your breasts still haven't grown at all." At the deep, sarcastically caustic voice, my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. The feeling of dark possession and bloody desire for fighting washed over me a moment later, an aura that not one other person in the land possessed. Holding my breath, I laid the gun parts down and turned towards the front door.
He smirked at me. "Hey, dog-face, miss me?" He said, taking the long pipe out of his mouth and tapping out the ashes, laying it on the dresser by the door before stalking up to me, staring down at me from his superior height. His clothes were dirty from the road, and in his hand was a sword that's blade was almost five feet long. His long, long black hair, carelessly left to blow about in the wind without a proper tie that most people used, reached down his back. His narrow crimson, mean eyes raked over me quickly as I stood and stared up at him, hardly daring to believe he was there in front of me. My lover was finally back home. I fought the desire to embrace him, instead calling up my anger at being left alone so that I had the courage to reach out and grab him by the sleeves of his clothes and pulling him down towards me. This man was a strong one, a powerful person both physically and spiritually, and he couldn't stand weakness, in men or women. To deal with him, a person always had to be on their toes and ready to go.
"Listen here you perverted idiot, you're a disgrace to men everywhere! You show up after being gone for so long and the first thing you comment on is my bust size? Not how nice I've kept the house, or the new things I bought for us?" I growled, watching as his eyes lit up. This man loved fighting, be it verbally or physically. I prepared myself for it, getting into a stance that would allow me to quickly retreat. Sneering at my attempt to resist him, he locked his free arm around my waist and lifted me up onto his shoulder, walking back through the house towards the large bedroom at the back. I kicked my legs and beat on his back the entire way, but inside my heart was light. Reaching his destination, he threw me onto the bed and set the sword next to it, the hilt towards the sheets so that he could reach it easily if he needed to. He never let down his guard, not even here at our home. I sat up on the bed and pushed my hair, which had come loose from its tie, back off my face.
"Now listen here, Kyo, I've got a bone to pick with you!" I snapped, determined to at least berate him for being gone for so long. I opened my mouth and took a deep breath, ready to rake him across the proverbial coals, but he pushed me onto my back, landing on top of me on his hands and pinning me in place with his lower body. He meet my gaze steadily, his eyes a little mean and a lot a possessive. He shoved a leg between mine, rubbing his solid thigh against me. I closed my mouth and blew out my breath.
"I haven't touched a woman in three months, ugly; you're little scolding is just going to have to wait." He said, plucking the ribbon holding my kimono shut away and pulling the garment open so my upper chest was totally bare for his gaze. I flushed and reached up, trying to pull the cloth out of his grasp to cover myself again. Giving up, I just covered my breasts with my hands. They weren't big; I wasn't a busty, lusty woman Kyo preferred. I was smaller and more compact. Even so, in the midst of all my insecurities, I remembered his words. He hadn't touched a woman at all since he'd been gone. Kyo never lied to me, and I knew he would never betray me, it's just…I wished I was more like the women he preferred, like Sakuya. All breasts and butt, with dainty forms and dark hair, and cute characters that make men want to dote on and protect them. I was a freak, with my blond hair and green eyes, and I had a smart mouth and a bad temper to top it off. Some days, I couldn't understand why he'd want to stay with me. Making an annoyed sound, Kyo pulled my hands away and pinned my wrists over my head with just one hand.
"Hey!" I snapped, trying to buck him off. Laughing, he settled more indolently on top of me, until I flushed from what I was feeling below. He had definitely missed me; he was as hard as his Muramasa sword. Struggling, I managed to get one of my hands free and shove it up into his face, forcing him to move his head back or risk getting his nose broken. His eyes gleamed at me even as he smiled at my fight. Weakness didn't attract him at all.
"Woman, I am getting fed up with you." Kyo growled at me, sitting back and pulling me up with him. He forced me down onto his lap, my back to his chest, and used the ribbon of my kimono to tie my wrists together. I gasped, then twisted to glare at him. "I have a name, you jerk! Argh, I should have just turned you in for the one million gold coin reward that's on your stupid head!" I threatened. Kyo laughed, his cruel but amused laugh. I shivered slightly, then jerked when he brought up both his hands and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard. I arched my back automatically and pushed into the caress, flushing at how good it made me feel. He might be crude, he might be cold, and he was certainly selfish, but only Kyo ever made me feel so out of control and loved. He rested his chin on my shoulder and blew warm air on my ear, making me shiver slightly.
"You could never turn me in for that reward, no matter how much you love money. Your body would get lonely without my touch, since you're my woman now. Just face it, dog-face; you're mine, mind, heart, body and soul." He chuckled again, then lightly bit my ear before whirling his tongue into the delicate shell. I shuddered. When Kyo got into this mood (Which was unfortunately 89% of the time; the rest of the time he'd rather be killing things violently or drinking) I wondered why I had fallen in love with him, and why I put up with being called names and such by him. I squirmed on his lap, pushing up with my feet, but since he's so much stronger than me, I wasn't able to break his grip. He squeezed my breasts harder, pinching my nipples between his fingers as he did so. I gasped and arched my head back, resting it on his shoulder. His red eyes caught mine, and he gave me the 'I'm-your-lord-and-master-bitch-so-you'd-better-submit' smile. I glared at him and frowned.
"You are such a perverted man, Kyo, and a right bastard." I told him, making him grin like I'd praised him. He let go of one of my breasts and tugged on the bottom hem of my kimono, yanking it off my body without a care for ripping it. I shrieked when I heard the fragile material tear. "Kyo! This is one of my favorite kimonos, you jerk! You owe me a new one now!" I snapped as he carelessly yanked the ripped fragments of fabric from my body, pushing on his hard stomach with my bound hands. The feel of his rough palms and hot fingers sliding against my skin made me shudder, but I wasn't going to give up yet. "Buy me a new one!" I shouted. I didn't get an answer for my demand, though, as Kyo was busy running his hand up my thigh, lifting my leg up into the air.
"Hey!" I yelled, feeling blood rush hot to my skin all over my body as the cooler air rubbed against the hottest part of my body. Kyo leaned down and ran kisses down my neck, ending right below my shoulder, where he dug his teeth in, leaving a red mark on my skin. He always marked me all over when he came home like this. If any man so much as looked at me, he would get insanely jealous. I guess that was why I put up with him, then. Even though he calls me ugly and dog-face, he doesn't want others to see me. To him, I was his one and only woman, the only person allowed to freely get within his defenses and be at his side. It warmed me inside that he thought of me this way, but I wasn't going to let him get away with treating me this way without a fight. He suddenly gripped my chin hard, forcing my head around and sealing his mouth over mine. I blinked, startled, then totally melted into him, digging my fingers into his hard muscles as I strained upward to meet his kiss. His tongue stroked along my lips then slipped inside, licking the depths of my mouth continuously. He rolled his tongue against mine, the sweet hot fire of the caress enough to make my entire body surrender. I moaned a little and flexed my bound hands, wanting to be free to touch him. Nothing pleased me more than to have Kyo laid out like a feast before me, mine to cuddle and adore, and I knew he liked it that way too. The muscles and the scars, the marks of hardship and suffering, all of it was mine in the same way I was always his, body heart and soul. Kyo lifted his lips from mine for a moment, staring down at me while I blinked up at him unsteadily.
The guy could kiss the brains out of the most intelligent woman, I swear. Not that I'd let him. Then he dropped his right hand from my breast and directly between my legs, which was completely open since he still held my leg in the air, and blew away any semblance of rational thought I had left. I gasped and he swooped down again, giving me a sequence of deep, wet kisses that made my lips sting from his bite and my chest heave from lack of ability to even breathe. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit it, and when I gasped at the erotic shock, he licked my nose and grinned at me before stealing my air again. While he was busy with his mouth, his fingers down below slyly slid into the most intimate place on a woman and began to play around. I tried to gasp only to find him stealing my breath, making me dizzy through sensations as well as through lack of air. I finally managed to pull my lips away, panting hard and capable only of staring him.
"Ha, I told you when I got my body back I'd show you what it was like to be embraced by a man. It's been almost a year since I came back to you and yet it seems like you still can't handle it." Kyo said, removing his fingers and licking them clean while never looking away from me. I scowled and pushed at him. Excuse me!
"I was a virgin until you came back, you jerk! You can't expect me to get used to something so embarrassing-" I stopped and covered my mouth. Kyo loved to embarrass me. He lowered my leg and pushed me over on his lap, untying my hands and turning me around so I straddled his legs facing him this time. I gritted my teeth, swallowing my fear and embarrassment, and yanked his clothes open, baring his chest, the hard muscles and numerous scars of battle. Then I gasped.
"Kyo, you've been hurt!" I exclaimed, bending to get a closer look at the multi-colored bruise on his lower abdomen. It looked like someone had rammed a blunt object, or maybe a sheathed sword, right into his gut with enough force to break something. Kyo grabbed my shoulders and pulled me right into him, breast to chest. His skin burned hot against mine, and was deliciously hard against the softer planes of my body.
"Don't worry about that." He ordered, biting me where my neck met my shoulders, then sliding his lips down to my breast, where he latched on again. I yelped, and slapped at him, but he only bit down harder, until I had to bit my lip to keep from moaning. Laving the area with his tongue, he lightly scrapped with his teeth before sealing his lips on my skin and sucking hard, driving me insane enough to have me slapping my hands over my mouth to stop the sounds from escaping. He saw and smirked at me again.
"Come on, woman; let me hear how I make you feel."
"Not on your life, pervert!" I snapped back, sliding my hands down his chest and around to his back, rubbing my fingers along his spine, which made Kyo stiffen a little. I slid my hands up the strong line of his back, wrapping them around his sculpted shoulders from behind and pulling myself closer against him in a naked embrace that left both of us breathless. He loves it when I hold myself to him without command; freely giving myself to him is, for Kyo, the biggest turn-on. I grinned.
"I know your weak points too, you know." I teased, smiling at him. He stopped, staring at me, then tangled his hand in my hair and pulled my head back so he could lean down and ravage my mouth with his. I was in danger of passing out from lack of air when he lifted away from me, dragging his tongue over my chin and down my exposed neck, making me shudder as he continued down over the swell of my breast. When he was right above my nipple, he stopped and lightly lapped at the tender skin.
"But I know yours as well." He said, and I could hear the arrogance in his voice. "I'm going to make you scream." He swore, latching onto my nipple and sucking without warning or preparation at all. I slapped my hands to my mouth again to stop my gasping sounds from escaping, making Kyo chuckle against my skin. I looked down at him, his dark head against my breast, and felt so much love in my heart that I couldn't contain it anymore. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned into him. He was back to me, back in my arms, this ruthless killer with a gentle soul and a righteous mind. He was home again.
"Welcome home, Kyo." I whispered, happy to have him with me again. I pulled away enough to see his face and smiled at him, my fullest smile that I knew was filled with my love. Even when I'd still been in denial about our relationship, my feelings for him had shown on my face when I had smiled. I glanced at the sword on the dresser. Because of his skill and warriors pride, I knew it was possible every time he left me that I wouldn't see him again. I refused to let it cross my mind anymore than necessary though, since my worrying wasn't productive, and I refused to bring it up with him because I didn't want him carrying more burdens than he did already. I jerked a little when I felt his hands on my face turning me back to face him, surprised to find him cupping my head tenderly in his hands as he stared at me, suddenly serious.
"Yuya, you're my home." He said. His words went straight to my heart. He had a home now, because of me, and I was the only person who could pull him back to it. Tears filled my eyes, but I dashed them away and flung my arms around him, squeezing him tight. He was so strong, but only because I never lost my belief in him and always accepted him, even when he was mean to me. I think he acts the way he does to keep testing me so I can constantly affirm for him that I still love and believe him, as Kyo and not as the infamous warrior he was. With my hands buried in his hair, I clung to him, just absorbing the warmth of his skin and the smell of his body. For once he wasn't groping me, his hands resting warmly on my lower back as he held me to himself as well. I shifted against him and flushed.
"Um, Kyo…you're up." I remarked, appalled to hear that come out of my mouth. He pulled out of my arms and smirked at me again, leaning back on his hands so that his entire body was exposed from the waist up. Thanks to his loose fitting robe garments, they easily draped over him so I could see a nice little tent when he leaned back like that. I felt my face flush even warmer.
"What are you going to do about it, woman?" He asked, still leaning negligently back on his hands. I swallowed hard and reached for the tie of his clothes, pulling it off and pushing the rest of the clothing from his body to pool on the sheets beneath us. Kyo's warrior's body was displayed for me perfectly, the multitude of muscles and painful scars still slightly shocking to me. His countless brushes with death were written across his body, and I made sure to respect that part of him. I leaned down and brushed a tender kiss over a particularly nasty scar on his left side, from the battle he had fought three years ago. He shook his hair back away from his face and watched me, tilting his head to the side and raising one eyebrow to challenge me. I clenched my jaw and sat up on his thighs, shaking my own hair back. Tender lover time was over, apparently; it's on, boy.
"I'm gonna make you cry, Demon Eyes Kyo." I said with an evil smile. I reached down and grabbed his erect member with both hands, squeezing tight. Kyo watched me steadily, and I met his gaze stare for stare as I pumped my hand up and down his length. I was going to win this little battle. By the light sheen of sweat on his body and the heat in his crimson eyes, I knew he was feeling it, but nothing showed on his face. If that was how he was going to play it, then I was going to have to get serious…
Taking a deep breath for courage, I started to lean down when Kyo suddenly stiffened and put his hand on my shoulder, holding me still and away from him. He sat up and seemed to be listening. Swearing, he stood naked beside the bed, his always intense killing aura getting darker, making me shiver instinctively. "I'm going to fucking kill those two!" He growled, grabbing his sword Tenrou just as someone knocked on the front door and opened it without waiting for an answer from inside.
"Yuya-san, your beloved Red Tiger is here to see you, with Mahiro along!" A happy-go-lucky man's voice called out. I closed my eyes in shame and fell forward onto my face. How in the world that man had survived childhood was beyond me. He had no respect for boundaries, spoke without filtering his thoughts, and was also arrogantly self-assured about his own power. And he was one of the kindest, gentlest warriors I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. He was also one of the few men Kyo respected, although he would rather die than admit it, and right now, I totally understood his feelings in that matter. Red eyes filled with fire, Kyo strode for the bedroom door while I paled and wrapped myself in the sheets, mortified. He wasn't going to go out there naked was he? But he walked right by his clothes and into the small hall that separated the sleeping room from the rest of the house, pulling the dangerous blade from it's sheath.
"Hey, Yuya, where are you? We wanted to…hey, Mahiro, do you feel like someone wants to kill you all the sudden? Kinda nostalgic; reminds me of…Hm?" Red Tiger asked. I covered my face. He's away from Kyo for three years and he totally forgets what the guy's aura is like? What an idiot…
"If you two don't get your asses out of my house in the next five seconds, I'm going to fucking slaughter you!" Kyo roared, storming out into the living room completely naked and raging…I covered my face. For a moment, all was silent, then I heard Mahiro squeal and run outside, babbling apologies alongside expressions of joy at Kyo's return. After all, when he'd come back to me, he hadn't let any of the other's from the former group know of his return because he wanted them to grow stronger without him. That's why only I truly knew he was back, although I'm certain that other's outside Kyoshiro and Sakuya had guessed he was with me as well. As they had said, his things were in my house and I wasn't exactly the best at hiding what I was feeling.
"Hey, Kyo! You're back! I thought you'd come back for Yuya-san! Guess what, me and Mahiro are getting married and she's gonna stop being a female ninja and…why are you looking at me like that? Hey! Hey, now, Kyo, chill! No need for you to go all Red-Eyes on me; put the sword down alright?" I heard Red Tiger say, voice frantic. I could just picture Kyo stalking across the room towards the flustered and somewhat embarrassed man, his crimson eyes filled with the red fire that came out when he was pissed or fighting.
"Um…so where's Yuya-san?" Red Tiger asked, trying to diffuse the situation. I groaned. Bad idea, Tiger, bad idea… Kyo's growl was loud enough for me to feel it, and his anger was painting the air practically red with violence.
"I was about to reunite and fuck her, as you can clearly see, but you barged in and interrupted us. I haven't been home in three months; I'm horny as hell and pissed off. Now get the hell out, or I'll kill you now and save Yukimura the trouble later!" Kyo shouted, following his order with a punch I heard. I crept to the window and peeked out, able to see Red Tiger on his butt in the road that lead from my house to the main road that lead through the forest, Mahiro beside him, trying to help him to his feet. I knew how hard Kyo could hit, and to knock a full sized man back from the house that far, he hadn't pulled his punches. Wincing in sympathy, I leaned out the window, clasping the bed sheets to my breasts.
"Red Tiger, Mahiro! I'm so sorry, but I'll be out for a month or so! I've got a bounty to get. Sorry you came all the way to visit while I am out! Um, would you mind telling the others that I won't be home for awhile? You all usually decide to come visit around the same time, so…" I called to them, waving and feel a flush work its way up my shoulders and cheeks. My life didn't use to be like this, but now here I was shamelessly letting my friends now I was about to get down and dirty with my lover, and that we were going away together afterwards. If my brother were alive and could see what had come of his baby sister, I don't know what I would do. Red Tiger blinked, then waved at me wildly, his bright red hair hidden, per usual, under his tiger striped bandana. He still hadn't told me he was actually the Tokugawa heir Hidetada, but I'd figured it out after awhile. After all, not only did he have the weapon on the Tokugawa's, but he also had the famed red hair, and had been able to order Mahiro, an Iga ninja, around. I was waving back when warm male hands gripped me around the waist and pulled me back into the room. Kyo glared at me, then turned and leaned out the window, flipping the other two off and making Red Tiger start laughing loud enough for me to hear it.
"Go for it, Yuya-san!" I saw red and snapped, grabbing my gun, shoving Kyo aside to lean back out the window and fire, causing the future ruler of Japan and his ninja wife to blink at me while dodging bullets. Kyo isn't the only one with a temper problem.
"No one's home, got it? Now scram, you two. Kyo's pissed off!" I shouted, waving the pistol at them until they headed off, laughing. Said man grabbed me again and threw me back onto the bed, taking my weapon and crawling on top of me, caging me under the prison of his strong body. He stared down at me as his hair slithered over his shoulders to pool on my chest. I picked up some strands and brought them to my face, breathing deep the smell of smoke, blood, sweat and that slightly sweet fragrance that came from Kyo's body. He wasn't "normal" like I was, and not just because of his fighting abilities, which were almost inhuman. Because of what he was, the differences between us were stark and everlasting. I sighed and closed my eyes, reaching up and putting my arms around his shoulders. Without saying a word, Kyo rolled to his side with me pressed against him, facing him, my arms still around him. I hooked my leg over his hip and curled even closer to him, so my skin was rubbing against his from my toes to my nose. His member pressed against my core, still hot and hard, but he made no move towards satisfying himself within me. I think he could sense my sudden poignant mood. He was sweet and so attuned to me that I never felt unhappy with him. Resting safe in the arms of the one I loved more than anything in the world was a beautiful feeling. We stayed like that for a while, until the last of the sunlight sank from the sky and true night fell over the forest. Our bedroom cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from the full moon's glow through the window, we lay together, hands slowly moving over sweat slicked bodies as temperatures slowly rose. One of Kyo's hands slid down between us, nudging between my legs where the proof of my desire for him waited, hot and desperate.
"I'm not stopping this time, not even if someone comes to the window." He told me, the crimson glow of his eyes the only thing I could see. I smiled and kissed his corded neck, following the strong column up to his lips in the dark, where I lightly nipped the fuller bottom lip.
"I wouldn't want you to. Take what's yours, Kyo, and make me forget how lonely I was while you were gone." I ordered, arching my upper body back as he shoved two fingers deep inside me without warning, the sharp edge of pleasure tempered by a slight pain. It had been a while since last he'd held me, not to mention that I was still trying to get used to this action. Those sly fingers began to move and I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders as the pleasure rolled over me, scratching him in my passion. Small gasping noises escaped my throat and filled the velvet night around us, until I choked and stiffened, climaxing just from his touch alone. Kyo laughed lowly, using his free hand to tip up my chin so he could brutally claim my mouth, his tongue a hot lash of wet seduction inside my lips. Limp with pleasure, Kyo easily rolled so that my body was once again pinned under his. I stared up at him, my chest heaving, and saw the strained desire on his face. Forcing my satisfied muscles to move, I reached down and grabbed him again, tugging on the rigid flesh.
"Up here. I'll use my mouth." I said, voice rough from pleasure. My lover was still a moment, then he sat on his heels on my chest so his stiff length was pointing right at my mouth. Bringing my other hand into play, I teased the sensitive tip with playful, feather light caresses until it was covered in moisture. I kept one hand fisted tightly around the solid base of him, his size enough to fill my palm fully, but my other hand I ran up and down his length, alternating between squeezing him and just running my fingers over the straining sides of him.
"Woman, you said mouth, so use mouth." Kyo grunted at me. I peeked up at him and smiled fully, a seductive smile full of my own power. He had great power over me inside of bed and outside of it, but it was a two way street. I knew him, knew what his soul was like and knew what he needed from me. He couldn't stand to see me hurting and I didn't want to see him in pain. Our relationship might seem crude and unbalanced to an outside observer, but I knew that I was the only one on earth who could make the feared Demon Eyes Kyo put down his sword and become a lover. That fact alone made this a balanced and pure relationship. He was breathing hard now and the muscles in his thighs were straining. I lifted my head and licked the tip of him lightly, like I would to get sauce off my fingers. I repeated the action until he started jerking with each one, then tilted my head so I could lightly bite the underside of his shaft. Kyo made a sound, quickly cut off. I hummed victoriously, and dragged my tongue up and down his entire length, keeping my hands fisted on him. I licked at him a few more times, then drew back to study my handiwork. Kyo's breathing was now louder and harsher, as was mine. He must have noticed, because he reached down and grabbed both my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples between his fingers while he massaged the plump flesh. His touch electrified me, so to get back at him, I swooped down and swallowed as much of him into my mouth as I could, thrumming my tongue against him as I sucked his shaft in and out as hard as I could.
"Enough!" Kyo shouted, pulling me away to sit in front of him. We stared at each other, both breathing hard and ready. I smiled and opened my arms to him. He literally pounced on me, slamming me back onto the wall against which our bed was made up. He got on his knees before me and shoved my legs apart with his knee. One hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb pushing my chin up while his other slid between my legs, opening me completely for him. I was flushed and breathing unsteadily, gulping in air as I stared at him, his long black hair and red eyes making him seem like some kind of demon of the night. He smirked at me, leaning in and slipping his tongue between my lips before sealing my mouth shut with his own at the same time his hard hot shaft slipped inside of my body. I tried to gasp but couldn't, so I just arced my spine as streaks of pleasure shot through my body. Once he was snuggly inside me, Kyo brought his arm up and wrapped it around to my back, pulling my hips closer to his while leaving my shoulders pressed up against the wall. He finally broke our kiss and I desperately drew in air, panting. My muscles were clenching and releasing around the hard length of him inside me, already on the edge, and he hadn't even moved yet. It was a tight fit, and I still felt the sting of pain, which was why he wasn't moving; it was another way he let me know he truly love me. He would do nothing to hurt me, instead choosing to deny himself instead. Staring at me, his crimson eyes never wavering, Kyo lowered his head to my shoulder, turning his face towards my neck so he could bite me again, this time sucking on the flesh he'd nipped so that it was wet and red. I tunneled my hands into his hair, then slid them down to his upper back, holding onto him tightly.
Being daring, I trusted him to hold me up and wrapped both my legs around his waist, sending his shaft sliding deeper inside me. I moaned, then gasped when Kyo's hands slipped around to shove me back against the wall more fully, rising up onto his knees once more as both his hands went to my bottom, squeezing tightly. "Are you ready, Yuya?" He asked, voice gravelly and harsh with wanting. Only at times like these does he use my name. I nodded and he pulled his hips back, dragging his shaft almost completely out of me, before he slammed back in. I cried out, my voice ringing in the room, as he continued thrusting into me furiously, his shaft probing deep into my body and hitting every bundle of nerves that I had. Kyo wasn't unaffected either, his body sweating against mine and grunting growls escaping his throat with each thrust into my welcoming body. I tightened my legs around his waist and threw my head back, my body clenching down tightly on Kyo's invading shaft. I panted for breath, chest heaving, muscles straining, as pleasure stormed through me. Kyo froze, unmoving, as his shaft was massaged by the muscles of my body, but he didn't join me in climax.
"K…Kyo…?" I panted out his name as a question, once I started to come down from the peak, but he didn't answer. He pulled me away from the wall and laid on his back with me astride his hips, his shaft still deep inside me. The change in position made it slide in further. "Nhg!" I blinked at that sound, not having expected it to come from the throat of the Devil of Mibu, Demon Eyes Kyo himself, the last true heir of the secrets of Mibu. His face was flushed and his eyes were flashing fire. He was on edge just like me, feeling as much if not more pleasure from our joining that I was. Kyo really had missed me. His hands slid to my thighs, fingers' stroking my skin like it was precious.
"Come on, woman; get that fat ass moving." He ordered, his bad-boy smile streaking across his face as he slapped my bottom lightly. I laughed, then leaned back and pulled his legs up so they were bent behind me. Bracing my hands on his knees, I rose off his shaft, my muscles reluctant to let him go, and then slid back down until he was snugly inside me again. Sweat coating my body, I continued rocking until I was moaning and gasping with each motion and Kyo was tense beneath me. His hands came up and he ruthlessly grabbed my breasts again, pinching my tender nipples and sending me over the edge into climax once more. As I clenched my body around him I heard him shout out, and then I was filled with warmth as he came as well. The world spun while I was still locked in ecstasy, Kyo pulling me down onto his chest so I was sprawled partially over him. He was breathing hard as I was, his hands clutching at me tightly. One of his palms rested on the back of my head, pressing me into his chest where I could hear his heart pounding. I closed my eyes and smiled. "Blanket. Cold." I muttered, not wanting to move at all, I was so relaxed and at peace. Kyo wiggled until he could reach the blanket, tugging it up over us, his arms wrapping around me as he turned and tucked me into his body as he rested on his side, my back to his chest.
One of his hands shoved between my breasts while his leg somehow managed to be between mine, his thigh rubbing against the place his shaft had just been, which was embarrassingly wet. My eyes started to get heavy as he warmed me with his body, the lingering shocks of sensation from our lovemaking sending me to sleep. He licked my ear, then kissed it.
"So, ugly, I'm off the hook now, right?" He asked, voice so tender and loving that if the others who knew him heard it, they'd probably think it was someone else. I laughed softly, twisting my head around to kiss him lightly before closing my eyes and facing the window again.
"Not on your life, pervert." I answered sleepily, completely relaxed and content with the world.
"I love you, Kyo." I muttered right before I dropped into full sleep, but even so, I felt the kiss he pressed to the back of my neck and the words he whispered there all through the night as he held me with all the feelings in his heart.