WARNING: This chapter is dark and kind of rape-y. (That being said, this is not the final chapter. There is at least one more to come and I plan to end this storyline on a happy note. ... But this chapter is not happy.)

Waking up, there were two things I was immediately aware of: one, the air was refreshingly cool, and two, a heavy weight was pressing against my chest. I opened my eyes, but quickly shut them as a blinding flash of light seared dark spots into my vision. Groaning, I turned my head to the side and slowly blinked away the black blotches.

A bit more aware, I was now feeling the full effects of my extended stay in the bath. My skin was clammy, the cool air of the hallway freezing my sweat and leaving me in a shivering heap. My head hurt and I could feel a bump forming on my brow. I was still undressed, but I was partially wrapped in a bath towel with only my cleavage (or lack thereof…) exposed.

Except, it wasn't really exposed. There was still something splayed across my chest, its weight constricting my breath. I must have sweated a considerable amount because whatever it was, it felt incredibly slick. It was also warm, which was odd because no matter how much I had overheated, it seemed unlikely that physical contact could have kept this thing at such a hot temperature for so long.

I was just about to lift my head and get a good look at whatever was on top of me when it moved. Well, to be more precise, it breathed. I could feel the thing swell as it inhaled, filling the gap between my pathetically small breasts. My skin felt hot, hotter than it had ever felt before as I realized what was on top of me.

"Roku...ro?"

My voice came out garbled, and I cleared my throat. I was completely conscious at this point, and I could clearly feel the contours of Rokuro's hardened chest pressing against me through the towel. He started snoring, a sound I had become quite familiar with since we first moved in together two years ago. Glancing to my right, I noticed that the bathroom door was thrown wide open, steam steadily pouring out in puffs that floated and dissipated in the fluorescent lighting of the hallway. Taking a breath, I easily surmised what had transpired. I passed out in the bathroom while washing Rokuro's back. He had tried to carry me out of the bathroom, but the heat had gotten to him as well.

The thought of a naked Rokuro carrying my unclothed self caused my temperature to rise another ten degrees. I felt like I was going to faint again, and I desperately held my breath as blood threatened to gush from my nostrils. This was no time to be getting a nosebleed.

Forcing myself to remain calm despite the panic that was swelling in my chest, I tried to wiggle out from underneath Rokuro. It was no use; he was too heavy and in my current state, I was too weak. Instead, I struggled onto my elbows, bearing the brunt of the weight on my trembling biceps. Rokuro didn't budge, his now slanted form still resting in a heap atop my chest.

"Rokuro, wake… up!" I shook him lightly, but he only snored louder. Looking at his face, I noticed a large amount of dried blood caked around his nostrils. This was rather alarming, and it occurred to me that he may actually be in need of medical attention. I had seen quite a lot of blood during my career as an exorcist, but I had never seen that much blood from a nosebleed. What if the heat had caused him to have an aneurism? What if his brain was bleeding and it was leaking out through his nose? What if -

"Urgh…" Rokuro groaned, shifting his weight on my body. I froze, every muscle tensing as Rokuro brazenly put his hand on my left breast.

"Rokuro, what are you-" Before I could finish talking, Rokuro started kneading my breast, his fingers digging ruthlessly into the pale flesh.

"Ah! Rokuro, stop. Please-!"

It was no use; he wasn't hearing me. I tried to slap his hand away, but he only tightened his grip on my breast. I felt faint again, overwhelmed with the perverseness of the situation. At the same time, a sweeping sensation overcame me. I felt weak, trembly, but not in the manner I was used to. Instead of the sore, tired weakness of overexertion, I was incredibly light, as if my body were suspended in midair. It wasn't a bad sensation (in fact, it was rather pleasant), and I briefly wondered if I was having an out-of-body experience.

Any coherent thoughts I had at that moment were abruptly thrown out the window when Rokuro's lips descended upon my right nipple.

"Rokuro, wha-!'

Again, he cut me short as his tongue caressed me before he took me right into his mouth. He roughly pulled at my nipple with his teeth, causing me to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. His other hand had picked up the pace on my left breast, and I shuddered from the force in his touch. This wasn't like Rokuro. Although violent in battle, he had never raised a hand to me, even in the midst of our most heated arguments. No, Rokuro wasn't like this, he wasn't this, this savage. The way he was touching me was so rough, and I could feel my breasts aching. The soreness was starting to penetrate the throes of pleasure, and I once again tried to pry Rokuro off of me. When that failed (once again), I tried pleading with him.

"Rokuro, stop this, I know you're not asleep, just let me go-"

But he was asleep; I could tell by the empty expression in his half-open eyes. He was sleepwalking. Or more accurately, he was sleep-molesting.

At this point, I was terrified, although I was having trouble remembering that as Rokuro continued to set my nerves on fire. It wasn't until Rokuro started stroking my inner thighs that I finally snapped out of my pleasure-filled daze.

"Rokuro, no, stop. This ends now, don't touch me... there!"

Without further ado, Rokuro started stroking my entrance as I felt my juices come leaking out of me. This wasn't good. At this rate, he could really rape me. But his touch, the way his fingers caressed my nether lips, was driving me crazy. I cried out, a seductive moan that sounded alien to me. Gently, almost lovingly, Rokuro parted my folds and started massaging my opening. I groaned, his teasing almost pushing me over the edge. I didn't want this, I didn't want this, but Kami, I didn't want him to stop.

And he didn't stop. As sudden as his mouth had descended upon my breast, Rokuro thrusted not one, but two fingers inside of me. I felt something rip, a sharp pain that caused me to tense up. I cried out, but this time, it wasn't because of pleasure.

"Rokuro, stop, it… hurts!"

He didn't stop, his fingers relentlessly pounding into me as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. The pain was increasing, and I was fairly certain that I was bleeding. This wasn't right, this wasn't what I wanted. The tears were falling freely now, and I desperately hit Rokuro with my fists, trying to wake him from his violent slumber. It wasn't working; if anything, my futile attacks edged him on, and I felt a third finger enter me as he quickened his pace.

"Rokuro, please, stop, it hurts, please…!"

I was sobbing now, the pain washing out any pleasure I had felt before. I couldn't get him to stop; my pleas fell on deaf ears. I kept struggling, but I was quickly losing energy and the pain was becoming unbearable. If I hadn't been bleeding before, I certainly was now. Rokuro's fingers were coated in blood as he ravaged me. The sight made me nauseous and I almost passed out again. Finally, in desperation, I reached out blindly. My hand hit his thigh, then slid towards his groin, and came to rest on his hardened member. Gripping him with my last ounce of strength, I tightened my fist around his erection and squeezed.

Rokuro let out a hoarse cry, a sound that may have been sexy had I not been writhing in agony. His hips thrusted forward once, twice, three times. He ripped his fingers out of my core, causing me to cry out in surprise. A jet of silky white fluid flew out of his member and landed all over my stomach and breasts. With a final moan, Rokuro collapsed, rolling over so that he was finally off of me.

Trembling, I slowly sat up, the tears and snot still running down my face. I prodded at my sore nether region, wincing as I watched the blood flowing steadily out of me. Glancing at Rokuro, who was snoring once again, I edged away from him and stood up. My legs shook, and I had to grab onto the wall for support. This shouldn't have happened. This was a mistake, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Fresh tears welled in my eyes as I watched Rokuro sleeping peacefully on the floor. He was my friend, my protector. We had fought together; we had each other's backs. He had changed me as a person; he had inspired me and given me hope when no one else could. If I had to be completely honest, I loved him. Not as a friend, but as something more, something special. But now… I shuddered, looking away. I was afraid of Enmadou Rokuro.

Quickly, I snatched the forgotten towel off the floor, covering myself. Turning around, I half walked and half limped to my room, a sharp pain flaring in between my legs with each shaky step. I had just made it to the door when I heard Rokuro call out in his sleep.

"Benio…"

I paused. At the sound of his voice calling my name, the urge to cry hysterically and never stop overwhelmed me. As a waterfall of tears cascaded down my cheeks, I entered my room, slamming the door behind me.

That's it for now! Kind of a dark chapter, but I wanted to make this interesting and emotional (not just the straightforward "I love you let's fuck" crap). The real lemon will come up in chapter 3, which will hopefully be up soon. :)

-Crickets in the Background