This was actually done a long time ago and was published in DeviantArt, so . . . It's not checked at all (like most of my stuff, which is bad), but here ya go! For all you Souji lovers!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hakuouki.

-Koori

The woman was feral. Wild and untamed as those thick sets of curls that fell over her shoulders and framed her pale face. Her eyes wide, pupils dilated in a way that blocked out the sea of green he had seen when he first laid eyes on her. Lips pulled back time and again when he got close, earning a hiss from those pink lips, and maybe even a nip if he got too close. Not that he minded being bitten by her. He would just return the favor tenfold, and she should know how that would end; with their mouths on each other's throats and fighting for dominance simply because they could. He was not one to end at the bottom and would always top his conquests, but this feisty minx seemed to be used to the same and refused him the privilege of having her pressed beneath him.

She fought savagely, like no other women he had ever met in his life, and he would bet a month's salary that she would have been a great swordsmen. It she were born a man, that is, and if she had not degraded herself by becoming a petty thief. The courtesans had helped her by taking her in as one of their own, and though her personality could not keep the work due to the boorish men she had to work with, she could have still sucked it up just a bit longer until her payment was through. Because like all the other courtesans in Shimabara, she had a debt to pay off. Even is the debt wasn't for her, but for someone else.

"You're rather stupid, don't you think?" Souji asked, getting a glare as a response. "You only had a few more months to go. Maybe a few weeks, because Kimigiku is not a horrible woman. If you had gotten what you were after instead of throwing a hissy fit and fracturing those men's bones."

There was no reply, and his smirk grew wider as he stepped through the open door and knelt on the tatami padding on the floor. On the tatami padding, wrapped tightly in ropes, arms, hands, legs, was the young woman glaring daggers. He had placed no cloth in her mouth and had instead opted to simply shoving the rope through those teeth. Although it didn't keep her from making sounds, like hissing, he felt it was a more . . . pleasant sight. And the few muffled curses made it even more pleasant.

"Do you want for me to untie you?" he asked in a sing-song voice with a smirk. He edged closer to her, holding her shoulders down when she tried to maneuver herself into a sitting position and tried to close her gagged mouth on to his neck. He pressed his entire weight on her, "Bad kitty."

Her eyes flared with anger, arms pulling on the restrains the closer Souji moved his face to hers. The position in which her legs were tied, pulled back to join her hands, and so she couldn't shoot her knee up an un-man him like she would usually do when any man got too close and mocked her to her face. But this man knew better, and no later had he thrown her inside the small room that he had tied her up with a chain knot of sorts. He was actually magnificent at tying knots, but it was something he shouldn't be praised for.

"You're a great practice partner."

And she smacked him across the face. She had been pulling on her restrains for the last two hours and had managed to slide a wrist free. Because he was so close, she had managed to hit him, but the chain knot was still in place and could only allow her arms to reach a certain distance before stopping her completely.

Souji didn't glare at her, he simply smiled and walked to her once more. Knelt beside her body and pulled on the ropes behind her back, and instantly the other chains around her body tighten. She didn't gasp, or cringe, or showed any sign of discomfort as the ropes dug into her body, into her skin, which Souji didn't doubt would leave marks. For a courtesan's role, those markings would make it impossible to pay one's debt, and to her, this would make it impossible for her to go back to Shimabara.

He didn't care. She shouldn't be in such a place for such a stupid reason as to pay someone else's debt, and maybe that someone wouldn't even be grateful. Maybe that person had left on their own and had no intention of sharing their lives with her, that's why she couldn't pay off her own damn debt. But she didn't care, and that determined look in her eyes pissed him off even more than her position in the courtesan pool.

He glared back at her, giving her a sly smile as he spoke.

"Why don't you stop getting yourself into trouble, stop fooling around at Shimabara, and deal with the fact that your precious older sister left you there to pay off her own debt instead of taking responsibly for her actions?"

She lunged forward again, twisting to hook her legs behind his knees, and pulling him down to the floor. The side of her lips curled into a smile, her eyes glowing green as light of the outside shone in. She maneuvered herself once again, managing to untie her legs, and straddling him on the tatami matt. Her entire weight was on him, and although to him it would have been easy to toss her aside, he let her stay there, sitting on his abdomen.

Souji smirked up at her as she leaned forward, nose almost touching his as her eyes glared. He didn't have his sword at the moment, didn't believe he needed it with her, but she couldn't be over cautious with someone who had threaten to kill her several times and had only kidnapped her—sort of—and tied her up in his room against her will. Sort of. If she didn't know any better, she would have guessed he had other things on his mind other than punishing her for being a notorious thief. Then again, this could be the beginnings of his punishment.

Only a second after those thoughts came to her mind did she notice something crawling up her calf, up to her thigh that was exposed by the shift of her kimono. She felt the heat of his hand moving over her skin, becoming hotter and hotter the closer his hand roamed through the inside of her thigh. She didn't look away or squirm under his touch, and simply watched him from her perch above him and made sure his whole body was pressed down beneath her as his hands moved.

"It seems you've done this before." Souji grinned, closing his hand on her leg and pulling it further up his body. She glared, but didn't stop the movement, "Of course, they had to hire you for a reason and not just out of sympathy."

She moved after he had given her thigh a rough squeeze, trailing her nose down the side on his face, and then placing her lips on his, although the binding prevent her from doing more. All she wanted was a way to rid herself of the damn rope inside her mouth so she could sink her teeth into his shoulder. Souji knew better than to take the binding from her mouth, but at the same time he wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear that inhuman, feline hiss that came from her lips when things didn't go the way she thought they would. So he humored her, and with the slowest of movements, took the rope inside her mouth with his teeth and pulled out and down.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much . . ." she said, clicking her tongue to make sure it was still in place. "Now, about this . . . situation."

"This situation," he responded, with a hand under her kimono and the other pressing on her lower back, moving up her spine as he spoke slowly, "can only get better."

"Hm." She complied with his hand, bending forward to rest her chest on his, lips brushing lips as she purred, "oh, really~".

Before Souji could retort with a smart remark, she pressed her lips to his, and the warmth and softest surprised him. He had expected her to bite him. Why? He hadn't the slightest idea, and the thought was still in his mind that she would rip open his bottom lip if he allowed his mind to stray. He kept a hold of her hair from the back, pulling with force when he felt teeth scrape against his lips. She grinned at him when he did and dug her nails into the bare flesh of his shoulders where she had already removed part of his clothing. Her aim was to undress him completely, but would try and settle for unclothing his chest. Then again, once that was bare, her body urged her to keep undressing him. Even if it was only for the satisfaction of seeing him completely bare beneath her, she began to claw at his hakama.

"Impatient?"

"The gods only know how long you can last," she teased, nibbling on his ear before digging her teeth in and hearing him curse. "You let your guard down, Souji~"

She felt Souji's warm breath on her neck, felt the scrape of his teeth as the moved down to her exposed collarbone. She felt his hands move from her legs, up her waist, to her shoulder, and then she felt herself being lifted from his body. The next second, she was hard pressed against the floor, because he didn't even have the decency to crush her into the tatami mat. With a hand still tangled in her hair, the other ripping at the loose opening of her kimono, and with a knee pressed against the opening of her legs; his body crushed hers, and he made no effort of lifting some of his weight off her. He preferred her breathless and submissive under him, but he should have known better than to believe she would allow it.

Like a cat placed on its back, her nails dug into the skin of his back and left trails of fire as they moved down. Her teeth bit down on every piece of his body they could reach and permanently marked him, if only for a couple of months. She tried to wrestle her way from under him, pushing on his chest while tangling her legs behind his knees to give her leverage and knock him down, but he didn't give in. Souji tighten his hold on her body, gave her little room to move her limbs, bit her once where her neck met her shoulder to distract her, but was only met with another of those quick, and painful, nips to the earlobe. The muscles of her arms and legs were visible, and he couldn't help but smirk at the fact of why he was having so much trouble holding her down. Unlike other women, she was built to knock any man out of his senses. If they allowed it, that is, and he wasn't about to let go of those wrists he had so graciously pinned above her head to stop her from shredding his back.

As her hands were currently of no use to her, she adapted to crushing his waist with her thighs. Bucking her hips against him and moaning into his mouth as he kissed her roughly, but he still wouldn't let go of her hands, and he now muscled his way in between her legs without once flinching at the tightness she had held him in with her thighs. She could have broken his ribs if she wanted to, but at the moment, she didn't want that. Instead she let him believe he managed to pin her legs with his own, that she couldn't get her wrists out of his grip, and that she would no longer bite. Hard.

Taking both wrist in one hand and spreading her legs further apart by placing his hand on her thigh; he gave no warning tease, just the slide of him hot and hard against her, and with a single jab of his hips thrust deep inside her. If the loud moan that came from deep within her throat alerted the Shinsengumi, neither of them cared nor stopped to make sure no one came into the room. They had seen Souji bring in a woman with him, one that wasn't shy or tamed or able to put up with him and more-or-less knew what inevitably would happen. For once, they believed it was her who would be causing his pulse to rise. Although, what was currently going inside the room was not exactly what they had in mind.

"What," Kersu hissed in his ear, Souji's hips slapping into her thighs with each thrust that dove him deeper inside. "Is that all you can go?"

With a sharp glare, Souji quickened his pace and she groaned in response, repeatedly lifting her hips to meet each and every one of his thrust that pressed her firmly to the wooden floor beneath them. He didn't let up for one second, not ever when she tighten her thighs around his hips, her arms breaking loose easily from his grip and wrapping themselves around his neck. Their position shifted, and she now sat comfortably in his lap and forced him to compensate for the time he had her back pressed against the floor. She iallowed/i him to kiss down her neck, to her shoulder, and to her breast, and pulled at his hair when she felt like digging her teeth on the now swollen lower lip. She also allowed his fingers to dig into her waist and help in every thrust she made, or to keep her steady when she threw her head back in a louder moan than the first.

If no Shinsengumi had not heard them at the start of all this, they had surely heard them now.

Still, they had no damns to give if the Shinsengumi did hear them or not, and Kersu was now beginning to show how much of a brute she was when she wanted something. She gave Souji a deep, thoroughly rough, kiss, pulling his hair hard and pushing him onto his back. Kissing down his jaws and to his neck were she continuously nibbled for a long period of time; she would mark her territory, her property, and this sweetly psychotic wolf of the Mibu now belonged to her.

With his back pressed hard against the wooden floor, the ribboned flesh caused by her nails burned. The teeth-marked shoulders and kiss-marked neck, along with disarrayed hair, torn clothes, and a naked woman riding him as hard as she could, Souji couldn't care less of the footsteps that came down the corridor. He didn't care that there came another, softer pair of footsteps with the footsteps of whatever Shinsengumi thought it was a good idea to interrupt his interrogation of the infamous thief. Until said Shinsengumi opened the door of the room at the exact moment Kersu contracted around him, he dug his fingers until her fleshed burned beneath them, and both let out a sound that resonated through the headquarters.

"Gods," came a soft voice in a high pitched surprised tone, "She's raped a Shinsengumi!"

At the door stood Saitou with a blank look on his face, emotionless as he stared at the naked pair on the floor of the main room to the Shinsengumi headquarters. Beside him stood a much smaller brunette with large, wide brown eyes that was looking accusingly at the naked woman atop of Souji. Her face was a deeper color of red than the ripest apple, and she was partially hidden behind Saitou as she clutched at his scarf.

"I've nothing to do with this depraved woman." She pointed a finger and Kersu, "Wicked!"

Kersu responded with a wide smirk, "You say that like it's a bad thing, nee-san. And doesn't this picture give aesthetic pleasure?"

The girl was now hiding completely behind Saitou as the naked duo gave a wicked laughter before Saitou closed the doors of the room. It wasn't hours later, when both Souji and Kersu stopped for a 'rest', that the full truth of the smaller girl being the 'older sister' and how their plans unveiled was revealed. Also revealed was the fact of how the Shinsengumi had only managed to locate her after Kersu's appearance and the fact that the girl had been up to the same thieving way. The geisha thing, as the older girl put it, was because Kersu had the bigger 'melons' and so should put them to good use.