Disclaimer: Not Mine.
AN: SO, some non-consensual sexual stuff with a semi-plot. Nothing too complicated or genius. A one-shot written on sudden inspiration.
03.26.07 - story "Most Unwilling" renamed as "The Coexistence of Oppositions."
05.30.11- renamed to "Ravage."
Ravage
By: B.A.
She shivered, her eyes losing focus on the proceedings before her. The feeling of fingers caressing her cheek and brushing down her body was distracting and a complete violation of…well, her. She glanced around the room almost feverishly, the fingers creating sensations she could not feel at the moment, causing cold sweat to break out upon her brow. She shifted surreptitiously, attempting to allay the phantom fingers.
She could detect no presence in her mind, yet someone was playing with her and she damn well wanted to know who. But all the faces that she saw were focused on the speaker. But it could just be a ruse; one didn't have to look at a person to direct one's mental energies towards them. She couldn't risk leaving. She was needed here. Megumi needed her to be here. She was next to address the room.
She hated being toyed with, and the fingers were doing a very good job of getting her very very aroused, so Kaoru was growing very very angry. Her skin had always been extremely sensitive, and the fingers literally ghosting over her skin were driving her crazy. Even still, no man had ever dared touch her without her explicit permission. She inhaled sharply as they circled around her nipples, her bindings doing no good whatsoever to stop them. She bit her lip hard as she felt them hardening under the attention, crossing her arms casually across her chest to no avail. Her knees grew weak. Goosebumps traveled up and down her entire body.
The phantom fingers pushed at them, an invisible and cold palm encircling and squeezing her entire breast once before the fingers moved on, traveling down her sides, over her hips, around to grab her from behind and in between—
Kaoru moved, the sensations stopping abruptly as she strode from the room, nearly running a man over in her haste to make it through the door. Once shut behind her she slid to the ground, panting, grinding her teeth in anger and arousal, attempting to calm the warmth pooling in her belly.
And then she stiffened, as those phantom fingers found her again, this time grazing around her ankles to the backs of her knees and up onto her thighs. Her head twitched to one side as a whisper ghosted across her ear. Her legs parted involuntarily as those fingers found her wet center and Kaoru gave in, her hands clapped over her mouth to stem the soft moans from her throat.
"Kaoru?"
Kaoru opened her eyes, panicked, to see Omasu standing a few feet from her, concern marring her features. The fingers stopped their furious thrusting in and out of her, and instead adopted a lazy circular motion around her most sensitive spot. Kaoru shook from need.
"Are you okay? You look a little flushed."
"I—" She cleared her throat, her nerves on end. "I'm fine, I just felt a little dizzy, that's all. I'll be in in a minute." She smiled up at the older girl, hoping to the Gods that she would just go away.
Doubt crept into dark eyes and Kaoru smiled placatingly at her. "Really, I'm fine. I just need a moment."
Omasu shrugged, smiling uncertainly. "Alright then, I'll see you inside." And then she was gone.
Kaoru collapsed into a pile of nerves. She couldn't do this anymore. She just couldn't. She stood shakily and stumbled off, running as far away as she could from the council room and whoever it was that toyed with her. She couldn't fight this, not right now, not like this. She shut herself in her rooms and locked herself into her bathroom, thankful of the cold tile that cooled her heat.
She leaned her head against the bathtub and exhaled shakily. She'd always been so weak. Komagata Yumi had been right after all when she'd spread those rumors, Kaoru was a whore. She'd allowed, Kaoru couldn't suppress a slightly hysterical, half sobbing laugh, she'd just allowed herself to essentially be raped, without protest. There hadn't been a face, nor a body, but there had been intent.
Arms wrapped around her, and Kaoru opened her eyes to find herself still alone in the bathroom. "Go away!" She screamed angrily, tears welling. "What do you want from me?" She clapped her hands over her ears and erected the strongest barrier she could, around her body, around her mind. Her vision deserted her. Her brain positively ached with the strain. And all the while, all the while her body positively throbbed to let those fingers through again.
And it seemed the fingers knew it too, because just as suddenly her shields were gone, crumbled as though they never were, seventeen years of training down the drain, and the fingers were everywhere, brushing against her neck, her breasts, her inner thighs. Heat rekindled inside her. Kaoru cried for want, but she forced herself up, pulling on the chain and allowing a torrent of water to rush into the tub. She hopped in, clothes and all, submerging herself completely. The impression of fingers vanished with the warm and swirling water.
It was inside her before she knew, and she surfaced, gasping, as the fingers invaded her in a place the water could not reach. She thrashed wildly, like a dying fish. Her moans of pleasure and her whimpers of shame echoed off the shiny tiled walls. The fingers thrust in and out of her, slow, fast, twisting and twining her insides until Kaoru arched, her body moving automatically in attempt to drive them deeper into her.
She panted loudly now, her eyes squeezed shut, all thoughts driven from her mind but the ache that needed release. In her hazy pleasure she almost missed the door slamming open, its lock broken, but suddenly Kenshin was standing over her. All sensations stopped and she wanted to scream. So close, she had been so close.
She stared wildly at him, a moment of incoherence settling into rage. "How dare you enter my chambers! Get out!"
But he only smiled, a feral, primal grin that set her on edge. His eyes glinted, the amber depths holding a predatory gleam.
"Close wasn't it?" He voice was mild, teasing, taunting. His fingers reached out to caress her face in an entirely too familiar way.
She felt suddenly cold all over, but it was pushed aside only a moment later by rage. She lashed out, attacking him.
"You! You bastard! You're doing this to me!"
But her attack slammed into mental walls and back lashed onto her, an instant headache sprang up. She tried again, this time honing her attack to a razor tip point. He didn't block this time, only seized, and Kaoru found herself paralyzed. She glared at him, internally thankful that her anger caused all other feelings to die down.
He lifted her out of the tub and carried her into the bedroom, heedless of the water streaming off of her body and into his clothes. He laid her on the bed, and straightened. She trembled violently, from the cold air, and from the blatantly heated gaze that traveled the length of her body. When it locked with her eyes, he smiled slightly and settled on the bed beside her. His fingers reached up and brushed her hair aside neatly. They traveled downwards, tracing the contours of her cheeks to pull slowly at the laces that kept her gown closed.
"I've watched you for weeks." He said lightly, as though he weren't committing one of the greatest crimes in her country. "Always there, always in the background, always the one to make things go smoothly. Am I right? The mark of a great Queen." The last was said almost admiringly. Kaoru didn't care, she struggled to get free within her bonds, and when she did she was going to execute him, ambassador or no ambassador.
He nudged her shirt aside, and pulled her bindings down, exposing her breasts. Kaoru's face burned with humiliation. Her nipples grew hard from the drastic change in temperature. His thumb rubbed softly over one of them, his fingers splayed on her breast. She concentrated on her hate, with much difficulty. His hand moved lower, his palm warm on her belly. He hovered just below her belly button.
"I only meant to play, but…you're so reactive. It's hard to resist you."
She could feel tears edge into her eyes. Her anger faded and she pleaded with her eyes. If he took her, she would be ruined. She could not and would not let the offense go unpunished. Everyone would know. She would be ruined.
His eyes burned as they studied her, and suddenly she found she was able to speak, if not move.
"Please," Her voice was quiet, contained, though the emotions in her surged to get out. "Please don't do this. I'm promised. It's vital to our country."
He suddenly laughed, his hand pressing down on her stomach.
"Would you so willingly sacrifice your life for your country? The man you are betrothed to is a murderer. He's murdered your people, burned your fields. He might murder you someday in a fit of rage. And you're still willing to wed him?"
"That's none of your business." Kaoru said, distracted by the fingers rubbing gently across the smooth expanse of skin. She ached.
He laughed again, a low chuckle that irritated her. "I like you a lot. But there is still the matter at hand, for you see, I am that murderer, and I only come to claim what's mine."
She stared at him, her lips parting in disbelief. He was the king? "You would so willingly rape your betrothed before the wedding?" She snapped. "You would shame me so?"
"You can't rape the willing, my love."
Kaoru seethed. Too many. Too many times she had heard that. The bastard noble men in the outlying provinces who thought they could get away with crap like that. She hadn't put up with it then, and she sure wasn't going to put up with it now.
"Do your worst, my lord, but I would die before willingly giving mys—." Her mouth snapped shut as his fingers slid into her. She swallowed shakily, glaring hatefully at him.
"But you already have." He whispered, leaning over to kiss her softly. "You want this. You know you do." He hovered there, his breath warm on her face, his eyes steadily mesmerizing her as his fingers worked inside her. "You're so hard to resist, and you don't even know it." She closed her eyes and turned away, a tear leaking down the side of her face and absorbing into her pillow as she fought against the pressure that built inside her. She did want it, but not like this. She was a sensual creature, a being that loved the comfort of touch. Just not like this. But it was already too late, and her body was already caving. When she came it was silent and still. Her body was rigid, her muscles trembling with ecstasy, her teeth biting on compressed lips to keep the sound in.
When it was over she panted shakily from the exertion. Her eyes stared unseeingly at the wall. Then her bed shifted and he was suddenly straddling her, his clothes somehow completely divested of. Her head snapped back to look at him. His body was…perfect. She tried to speak but he only smiled. Slowly, her eyes traveled downwards to see him, and she swallowed at the sight. He yanked her upwards, almost completely pulled her dress off of her. He positioned himself over her, her legs wrapped around him, and he looked up at her.
"You'll always want this." The smile was once again feral, almost cruel.
He entered her, all at once releasing his hold on her so that she arched, a soft cry erupting from her throat, at the incredibly wet friction inside her. Shock over, she rose, attempting to pull back and away from him, her mind lashing out, her fists flying. But his wall was up, and his hands caught hers every time she strayed too near anywhere vulnerable, and he forced her down, his weight effectively keeping her there. When he started to move, she almost went limp, the surprise of such pleasure momentarily pausing her fight. Biology overtook her, the need for satisfaction driving her, adding onto her need to fight him off. It was a struggle, as she alternated between pulling him even closer and allowing his movements to continue, to pushing him away and clawing at his skin for release.
He paid no attention to her, satiating his own needs. As they drove to peak, she bit into his shoulder in a last attempt, for what she didn't know, but he only moaned, never slackening the pace. She came first, a sob erupting from her throat this time, as the feeling that overtook her pushed away the humiliation in a single moment of bliss. She felt him come inside her, his movements jerky and slowing. When he finished he lay bonelessly on top of her, his face turned sideways to stare at her.
"Are you satisfied now?" Her voice was quiet, unlike the storm that surged inside her. She wanted to cry, for shame, for anger, for exhaustion and horror and thousands of emotions she could identify but not name. Her mind couldn't and wouldn't wrap around the situation she found herself in.
He didn't answer for a moment, his eyes narrowing a bit. "No." He rose to hover over her and she was acutely aware that he was still inside of her. "But I will be as soon as we're married." He smiled, a smug calculating smile, and kissed her. "My love."
She watched him dress and leave, not even looking at her once. Her head turned slowly towards the ceiling, a thousand vulnerable questions and angry protests wailed in her head only to be silenced by the mounting hysteria she felt just at the edge of her mind. Her fingers twisted the sheets as her hands curled into fists. Various objects around the room exploded or melted. But she didn't move for a long time after he left.
AN: Wow, I thought I was gonna have a happy ending. It really wasn't supposed to end so dark.
So, apologies for this very weird, slightly unpleasant and somewhat uncomfortable story that somehow my brain has conjured up. I in no way condone any form of non-consensual sex. Please forgive me if I've offended anyone. This is just a Battousai/Kaoru fantasy fanfiction thing and he's generally just used to taking what he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Please don't be offended.
I really don't think it's explicit enough for MA or NC-17, the descriptions were vague enough, no below the belt body parts described or explicit sex words used, but if anyone feels otherwise, please let me know. I'll consider removing or revising.