A/N: Phew! There was a lot of cutting and pasting to fit the scenes together, but I'm quite satisfied with the turn out and I hope you are too!


She's the queen of the serpent, the Devil be damned
Got Lucifer himself eating out of her hand
And when she smiles from the floor, I can't hold back
The train is comin' to the station but it's off of the track

The Constellations - Felicia


She waited until the moon was at its zenith and everyone on board was fast asleep, but most of all she waited an hour after being informed of the light going out in Hirato's room before setting her plan into motion. She quietly tip toed down the corridors making sure none of the hitsuji or anyone else spotted her. If they did then she'd die of mortification at what she was wearing or lack thereof. Arriving at Hirato's door, Tsukumo quickly went over all that she needed and slipped inside.

His room was darker than she thought it would be. Relying on the stray slivers of moonlight streaming in, she soundlessly crept over to the lump of man on the bed. The soft material of her slinky nightie brushing against her thighs brought a smile to her face. It was a beautiful piece of clothing as far as nighties went; a pastel pink with thin straps, intricate lace work along the bust until it turned sheer after reaching the belly button, and fell loosely, but still flattering her figure. It was a shame Hirato wouldn't be able to see her in it she mused, smile turning devious.

Reaching the bed she stared down at her sleeping captain's form. He lay in the middle of the mattress on his back, ebony bangs covering his eyes, one arm raised by his head as the other rested on his bare chest, slow deep breaths indicating he was heavily asleep, and the bed sheet covering his waist down. Knowing that he preferred to sleep in the buff and since he was already positioned as she desired her smirk widened until teeth were showing. Everything was going according to plan and he wasn't even going to see it coming.

Finished with her preparations, Tsukumo admired her handiwork and cautiously dragged the bed sheet away revealing Hirato in all his glory. She stealthily crawled onto the bed lying down on her stomach between his legs. His manhood was quite impressive even when it was flaccid. Tsukumo lightly grasped and stroked him to full attention peering up at his face periodically. He was still fully asleep so the little blonde decided to kick things up a notch. She wet her lips and suckled him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip while keeping pace with her firm strokes.

Hirato felt like he was floating between the worlds of wakefulness and sleeping. He dreamt of nothing. All was calm and quiet until there was warmth at his groin and suddenly he was being engulfed by a wet heat. He groaned under his breath and lightly bucked his hips up. Was he still dreaming; because it felt eerily too real to just be the workings of his subconscious mind? Suddenly whatever was surrounding him sucked; the tight space became even tighter as if demanding him to release his essence. It shocked him into full wakefulness.

Hirato opened his blurry eyes, but all he saw was absolute black. Confused as to what was happening and wondering why he couldn't see anything, he breathed in deeply and choked on it as the wet heat traveled down his shaft lapping at his balls before moving back to envelope his manhood. Another groan, raspier than before escaped. Controlling his breathing, Hirato detected a small feminine hand caressing him. It alternated from soft to firm strokes and drifted down to knead his testes from time to time.

Tsukumo. It made sense he figured. No one else came near his door unless absolutely necessary. She was the only one who would dare come to his room in the middle of the night and touch him this intimately. Hirato pushed his head further against his pillow and felt something hard pressing on the back of his head. It was a knot and he finally realized why he felt like he was blind. A thick black cloth was wrapped around his eyes. Without the aid of his sight the rest of his senses were working harder to make up for it and at the moment his sense of touch was probably working the hardest.

Every time Tsukumo drew back she'd lightly scrape her teeth against him. Tingles danced along his spine and ended at his groin. Hirato wanted to feel more of that scorching heat and tried to push her head down further. The distinct clink of metal on metal and the resistance on both wrists stopped him though.

Tsukumo gave one last swirl of her tongue and sat back on her heels. Those mischievous fingers tickled his ball sack before using her pointer finger to faintly brush the underside of his cock from base to tip and spreading that drop of pearly liquid in circles. Her lavender gaze trailed up Hirato's twitching cock to his lean abs, cuffed wrists, slightly flushed cheeks, and blindfolded eyes.

She had once read somewhere that opposites attract. Light to dark, Yin to Yang, positive to negative, everything needed an opposite to maintain the balance, but most of all a dominant with a submissive. Anyone who was familiar with Circus' Second Ship's captain knew that he was a sadist and as such an 'S' needed a 'M' to compliment their personality. For the longest time Tsukumo thought she could be the 'M' to his 'S'. He's her superior and she's his subordinate. It was already the perfect situation, but looking at him now, to see her handsome captain who was always in control, who commanded respect from all his peers become chained and helpless and at her absolute mercy awakened something primal within her being.

The lithe blonde straddled his well defined hips her core hovering above his manhood and slithered her body up to his. She ghosted her lips along his stomach. Her tongue peeking out occasionally and drawing nonsensical designs on his chest then meandered to nibble and lick his nipples. Once they pebbled under her touch she continued her travel up north laying open mouthed kisses on his collar bone, neck, and jaw line. Her lips pressed fleeting butterfly kisses to his. The touch so light it was scarcely felt teasing his senses for something almost within his reach.

Becoming impatient with the barely there touches that the next time Tsukumo leaned down, Hirato reared up and roughly claimed her lips. He abruptly broke off the kiss and drew in a jagged hiss of air when a sharp squeeze to his cock bordering on painful pleasure let him know that for tonight she was the one in charge.

Leaning in close to his ear, she spoke softly, "How does it feel, Hirato, to know that for once you're not the one in control?"

Hirato turned his head away from her refusing to answer. A breezy chuckle left her lips. "No answer? I'm sure you'll have plenty to say very soon." Her honeyed words saturated with a dark promise.

Before the night was over, he will be begging for her touch. She'll make sure of it.

Tsukumo lowered herself until her nether lips slid along the hard flesh and her hips gyrated up, down, and all around, but never allowing him entrance. She ground and spread her arousal, letting him know that she was completely bare and ready for the taking. Her hips rubbed faster creating a delicious friction. She whimpered in pleasure as her tongue tangled with his and her breaths came in short pants.

Hirato groaned in frustration. He strained against his bonds as much as he could, rattling the cuffs trying to reach her. Every time he thrust upwards silently demanding to push himself in, his crafty woman lifted off and gave his delicate bits a punishing squeeze. He wanted to pull her closer, crush her to him, bury his aching cock in her mouth, slit, anything, just as long as he felt her surrounding him with her scorching heat.

"Tsukumo," he swallowed a moan as she clenched her hand again, "uncuff me."

"I don't think so. You're in no position to be making any demands of me, Hirato," she purred.

Finally she stopped her vexing grinding and gradually took him in; however, all movement paused when only the tip broke through. She repeatedly lifted off and sunk just the tip in while circling her hips in wide rotations. Hirato bit back a curse as he furiously thrust upwards, but Tsukumo's hands pressed down and pinned his bucking hips.

"Oh, what's wrong? Do you want me to go down further?" Her voice exuded false innocence.

"Yes," he nearly hissed.

A breathy giggle, "Then tell me. I won't know unless you tell me what you want me to do," she trilled at the end. It sounded like a request, but Hirato understood the unspoken demand beneath it all. Tsukumo was never one to exert her demands very often, preferring to follow rather than lead, but this current woman sitting atop him had his blood pumping faster than usual. Power, confidence, and raw need were rolled up into one to create this dominate seductress forging a heady aphrodisiac.

He licked his dry lips and rasped, "Ride me. I want you to ride me."

A tiny victorious laugh answered him before she complied with his wish and dropped her entire weight, burying his length up to the hilt. He grunted in appreciation as she rode him hard and fast. The fluttering softness of her nightie's skirt gently brushed along the tops of his thighs, hips, and waist like a cool lover's caress. His brow was furrowed, a thin sheen of sweat covered his body, and his jaw was tightly clenched as he fought to keep his moans down.

So stubborn, she thought amused, but it's not over until the fat lady sings. Tsukumo leaned back and braced her hands on his thighs, nails digging into the skin as she slammed down recklessly. The new angle allowed him a deeper penetration that nudged that special spot and brought a new wave of euphoria with each push, sending her careening over the edge. She cried out her pleasure as her body stilled; the tingling aftershocks raced along her nerves then swiftly dismounted him.

Hirato felt her tight channel spasm and was about to follow in her steps when a rushing cold encompassed him. Her weight left the bed and the sound of rustling clothing reached his ears. She tried to keep her movement light, but his enhanced hearing detected the hushed glide of her steps on the well polished floor.

"Tsukumo," he called. His voice coming out lower, guttural, and in almost agony from his denied release.

She stopped and turned around, "Yes? Is there something wrong?"

"I'm sure you can see exactly what's wrong." Did she identify a note of bitterness in there?

Laughter filled her voice, "I can, but since I already came here," she flashed a Cheshire cat's grin positive that he'd catch the double entendre, "for what I needed, I'll be going now. Good night, Hirato."

"Wait!" Quiet desperation tinged his yell as he struggled with the cuffs. The bound man widened his violet eyes as if that would help him see through the thick blindfold as he stared in her general direction. "Enough with the games, Tsukumo, and come back here to finish this." The mattress dipped at the end with her added weight.

"That wasn't very nice, Hirato, but," her hands settled on the inside of his thighs as each puff of breath tickled his sensitive member, "if you can do this one thing then I'll gladly give you what you want."

He exhaled sharply through his nose and tried to clear his foggy mind. "And what would that be?"

"Beg me," she stuck her tongue out and proceeded to touch him everywhere except the one area that needed the attention the most.

Hirato tossed his head back. He fought a conflicting battle with himself as Tsukumo's words etched into his mind and body. Never had he lowered himself to anyone to get what he wanted. All his life he played an artful game of polite words filled with Machiavellian machinations and now this little slip of a woman wanted him to beg for his release of all things. He should have been appalled, but strangely enough he wasn't. Hirato would never admit it to her – he had a hard enough time coming to terms with it himself – but a small part of him buried deep inside relished the thought of her stripping him of all control; to just take, and take, and take until he had nothing else to offer.

That tantalizing tongue had him at his wits end as he finally bit out the desired phrase, "I need you, Tsukumo, please." All of a sudden his aching cock was swallowed by her hot little mouth.

Tsukumo for her part marveled at his ironclad self-control as she admired her captain's flushed countenance. If he hadn't been close before then he was certainly racing to the finish now. His breaths came in hitching gasps as he writhed beneath her. She took him as far as she could, her hand occupying the rest of the slack and then hummed.

He came with a shout, clenching his eyes behind the blindfold and pumping his hips with shallow thrusts. His long awaited release left him feeling boneless and he sagged into the bedding. Tsukumo gently licked him clean of any left over residuals before sliding away from him.

The next time he opened his eyes the ceiling stared back at him. No longer was he shrouded in darkness or bound to his bed. He rose to his elbows and glanced about the room trying to find a glimpse of the teasing little nymph, but found nothing. Nothing was out of the ordinary except for a rumpled bed. She stole into his room like a phantom in the night that left him wondering if it really had been all a dream. He tiredly collapsed back onto his pillow and observed the faint red marks on his slightly sore wrists. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to be beneath someone every once in a while. A small smile lit his face as he chuckled lowly. Oh yes, it was definitely interesting to say the least.

Tsukumo snuck back into her room and leaned against the closed door. The pads of her fingers touched her swollen lips as the remnants of Hirato's essence – that faintly tasted like satisfaction - lingered in her upturned mouth.

Maybe she was a bit of a sadist too.