Title: Midnight, Never Come

Fandom: Fushigi Yuugi

Pairing: Nakago/Soi

Rating: R

Word Count: 500

Summary/Description:Soi had never felt so loved.

Warning/Spoilers: Small spoilers for Soi's past. Sexual situations.

A/N: 31 days, February 13th: that time may cease and midnight never come. Takes place pre-series, most likely. Thanks Yukari Rin for the idea. THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPY GUYS O…O

Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi.


Soi knew she could never get used to it.

Her body had become accustomed to sex at a young age; the men that frequented the brothel were never kind, never gentle. She'd learnt the hard way, that women were considered inferior, and if a man wanted something from a woman, he took it. That was the way it was, and though Soi knew she couldn't change it, that didn't stop her from training that much harder as one of the Seiryu Seishi. Men would use her body, but they would never control it.

That had been before Nakago.

Her general neither used nor controlled her body. He caressed and soothed and guided, even while his touches were firm, demanding and bruising. He took his pleasure and gave her hers in return; a barter of the senses. Soi could not recall another man who ever thumbed at her breasts and nipples until they were hard and aching; who gripped her hair by the roots as he looked deep into her eyes; who pressed kisses to her sternum and her ribcage and her stomach and lower and lower and lower until she was delusional. She never knew a man who was so cold, and yet burned with such blue-hot passion.

Even now, as he impaled her with slow heavy thrusts that sank deep into her body until she didn't know where she ended and where he began, she couldn't chase the thought that maybe… he cared. It was silly of her, of course; Nakago only cared about his gains and his goals, and this was simply a functional procedure, but… This was their third time for the night. Nakago's chi could not get any higher, and yet… here they were. Still sweating and panting and grasping with their hands what they could not with their hearts. Soi splayed her hands out his chest as she threw her head back in ecstasy, wishing that time would stop.

Afterwards, she took a few moments to calm her breathing. She usually had to. Nakago was lying flat on his back, eyes to the ceiling. He was silent, but that was also in the norm; he never spoke to her unless he absolutely had to.

Soi let the cool night air wash over her body for a few seconds more, and then rose into a sitting position. She had almost made it off the bed when strong fingers grabbed a hold of her wrist. Soi's heart leapt into her throat.

"Do not leave." It was not a plea, or a request; it was an order. Nakago's face held its usual lack of expression, and his inflection betrayed nothing other than a faint shortness of breath.

Soi had never felt so loved.

"Yes, sir," she whispered solemnly, and lay back down next to him. After a few minutes' consideration, she put her head to lie on his chest. He did not object.

This could go on for years and years; Soi would never get used to it.


A/N: Awww. :3

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