Gintae Week 2018

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Day 5: Nursing

Summary: "Well, the only way to enjoy a world as dark as this one is sleeping or you-know-what." Silver Soul Arc AU.

Rating: Mature

Warning: cunningulus, vaginal sex, comfort sex, angst, probably OOCness and errors regarding canon plot/continuity


Just for now

After properly putting the kids into bed, Tae guided the hurt samurai to a quieter room where he could rest for the impending fight that awaited for them once the sun rose.

She stretched a clean futon on the floor and brought a pillow and a heavy blanket. She unfolded the blanket, so the silver haired man could easily slip into bed and cover himself. Some candles burned at both sides of the prepared bed, illuminating the room with a dim and warm light.

She stood up and straightened her clothes.

"It's ready, Gin-san. You can lay down now," but he didn't moved from his spot. Then she noticed his hand holding his sides and the slight painful expression on his face. "Is something wrong?"

"Nah, it's probably nothing," he tried to brush it off, but winced a little when he started walking.

"Let me see it."

Even though he protested at first, Gintoki let her peek inside his kimono to have a better look at what was bothering him. She felt a little guilty seeing the once white bandage around his ribs was now pink with some small red spots. It didn't looked serious, but maybe she should have gone easy on him earlier. Dodging Hedoro probably tore open one or two stitches.

She sighed.

"I'll get the first-aid."

When she came back, Gintoki was on the futon with his torso already undressed, waiting for her. She closed the door and sat on her heels beside him. He raised his arms a little, so she could remove the stained bandages more easily. With skillful hands, she untied the knots that kept the dressing in place. The fabric of her clothes and her fingers ghosted over his skin while she worked in undoing the layers covering his wound, her warm breath too close to his chest. Once it was finally exposed, she saw it didn't look bad, but it did open a little. She reached for the first-aid box and took out the necessary tools.

Gintoki observed her while she cleaned his bleeding wound in silence.

Even though she was a brute gorilla most of the time, he had to admit that Tae was always gentle when taking care of him after a fight. She would ask him to lie down, bring the first-aid and make sure to patch him up neatly. He would complain sometimes, saying she didn't care much about his well-being, but he knew he was being unfair. She cared – a lot at that. She would often put on that sweet smile of hers in front of him, but the red rim around her eyes that only appeared when he was in a situation of life and death didn't let her lie. Knowing he was the cause behind her crying really left a bitter taste in his mouth.

The contact of the cotton against a tender spot made him jump a little, bring him back from his thoughts. He looked down at her fingers, so diligent and precise in her work, and noticed how thin and delicate they were. Her skin was very fair, and he wondered how soft they would be if he touched them with his harsh ones.

Once the wound was properly cleaned, Tae began covering it with a new bandage, making sure it was firm but not too tight. She put up an extra layer only for safety and tied the loose ends.

"Now you're as good as new," she patted gently the covered injured and turned to put the medical supplies back in the box, but the silver haired took her hand into his. "Gin-san?"

"Your hand," his thumb ran over her palm. "It's not as soft as I thought it'd be."

She blushed and tried to free her hand. He didn't let it go.

"It's because I work hard."

He hummed at her reply.

Now that he was seeing it up close, he finally became aware of the small white scars on her palm. Her skin also felt a little rough, not like his of course, probably from using the naginata and punching creepy stalkers to oblivion. Even so it felt nice to the touch. He noticed the tip of one of her fingers was smeared with red, making him ask himself how many times her hands were soaked in his blood when she took care of him. He could imagine her washing them in a basin full of pinkish water as she cried as quiet as possible to not disturb his unconscious self. Now that they were in a war, with blood of enemies and allies running through her fingers, he wondered if this time she would finally crumble in front of him.

"Gin-san, is something bothering you?"

He chuckled at that. If it was only one thing he would be the happiness man in the world. He had too many problems for a single life.

"You shouldn't be fighting with these hands," he continued to caress her skin with his thumbs. "Actually no one here should be in this mess. It wasn't supposed to be their war to fight."

"It is now."

"I know."

A pregnant silence filled the room.

There wasn't much to say about the current war outside. It's kill or be killed now, and they had a planet to save. Gintoki knew the battle would only get worse from now on and to make things worse the horrible feeling in his stomach that has been piling up since Kokujou Island wouldn't leave him alone. He couldn't brush off the fear that those dark days would turn out to be their last. He hoped to be wrong though.

"I'm scared," he suddenly said, tightening his grip on her hand. "I'm terrified. I was in a war before, but then I was sure I could cut them down. But now it doesn't matter how many times I swing my sword, he won't stay dead."

The lump in his throat was hard to swallow. He didn't even know why he was saying those things to her, but at the same time he felt his chest a bit lighter. The toll of fighting non-stop for so long was finally catching up to him. He was physically and mentally tired, maybe letting out his worries a bit would help him with clearing his mind.

"I'm scared too," her voice was very quiet. "I almost died today after all, but what really scared me was seeing you three recklessly jumping to your death. If it wasn't for the others…"

"Well, in my defense, we were trying to save you."

"I know, but being aware that you all are really this careless about your lives really worries me. Especially you, Gin-san," this time it was her who took his hand into hers. "I'm terrified that when it is all over, you'll be the only one not coming home."

For the first time since they started the conversation, Gintoki raised his gaze to look at her. Her eyes were round and moist, brimming with tears. When she noticed his stare, she tried to blink them away, but one ended running down her face. To her surprise he reached for her cheek and dried her tear with his finger. Her breath got in her throat when she felt his calloused palm against her skin, gently cupping her cheek. Tae didn't remember being so close to him before that allowed her to feel his smell: right now it was a mix of candy, blood and antiseptic. She looked away from his eyes, but only ended up focusing on his tongue wetting his dry lips.

She blushed.

"Otae, I-"

Gintoki froze when he felt soft lips against his. It didn't last though. It was just a quick peek, very shy and a bit clumsy. Tae pulled away from him, but kept a short distance between them. When he didn't say anything, she leaned again. The kiss was longer than the last one, but he still didn't move or did anything else. She began to feel uneasy by his unresponsive behavior, feeling very stupid for kissing him in the first place. Why did she do that? She had no idea. Seeing him look so fragile and worried made her try to comfort him somehow, but why didn't she choose to give him a hug instead? Now all she wanted to do was to bury herself in shame. Deciding it was better just take her things and ran away, she broke the kiss, but this time his hand went behind her head and crushed their mouths together.

It was very different from before. Instead of a light pressure, his lips moved and brushed hard against hers. It took her a while to get used to it, but soon she followed his lead. And he kissed her once, twice, thrice, till they couldn't breathe anymore. Their quick pants sounded too loud into their ears, their heart beating madly in their ribcage.

"Gin-san," she gently pushed his curly bangs to the side.

He shivered at her touch.

Kissing her back was a mistake, he already knew it even before actually leaning himself to capture her lips and take her breath into his mouth, but he did it anyway. Maybe if it was her, the woman who always took care of him, cared for his wounds and dealt with his stupid self in a base day, things wouldn't turn out so bad. He laughed to himself. Who he was trying to lie to? He wasn't in his right state of mind – as if he actually had one –, and that evil woman was too innocent when it came to the opposite sex. The whole situation was already fucked up. He shouldn't have touched her hand in the first place.

"Kiss me again."

And he did.

Desperately.

His hands then clasped at each side of her waist and pulled her on his lap. The sudden movement made her let out a small gasp, parting her lips a little so his tongue could enter her mouth. She tasted like summer, ice cream and fresh air. Also her body was soft and warm – in that moment he felt being bathed by the morning sun. He kissed her slowly, savoring each inch of her mouth, inclining her head for a better access, and Tae responded in the same intensity. With her fingers in his hair, she was careful to not dug at his bandages and lightly scratched his scalp, making him purr between kisses. Being together like that felt like home.

When they finally took a time to catch their breath, Gintoki moved his lips to her cheek, her jaw, lowering to her neck while his hand tugged at her kimono's collar. The wet tongue on her skin burned so much that she lost herself in the sensation – she didn't even notice he had laid her down on the futon with his head hovering over her now bare chest. The samurai took her nipple between his teeth, sucked it, licked it, while his hand folded the other one. Tae had to bite down on her palm so she wouldn't scream. Her eyes glazed at the closed door and was surprised they haven't been interrupted yet. Even if someone entered and got them in that compromising position, she wasn't sure if she'd mind if they watched them. Despite being aware of all the goosebumps and shivers running through her body at each touch of his, her mind was far, far away – it seemed to be happening to someone else. Everything felt like a dream, and she hoped no one would wake her up so soon.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't noticed he had moved till she felt the bottom part of her kimono being pulled up, his hands going up and down his thighs. Gintoki raised her left leg and left a trail of kisses from her knee to her inner thigh till her pelvis. The butterflies in her stomach went mad when he got rid of her panties and gave a tentative lick over her slit. Despite her body trembled in pleasure, a nagging feeling began forming in the back of her mind. It felt so wrong and so right at same time that she didn't know what to think of what would become of their relationship from now on. It wasn't supposed to end up like that, it wasn't her intention when she closed the distance between them the first time. She wondered if their doings were the solely result of the shadow of war and death pending over their heads. Maybe he was using her to his own self-pity, and she was surprised for not really caring if that was the case. She'd let him ravage her as long as he got satisfied and probably beg for more. She must be really tired for thinking like that – maybe it was her who was using him after all –, but soon her eyes rolled back when his tongue entered her while his thumb caressed her clit, making her pant, squirm, and forget her worries before she drowned herself in her own orgasm.

Tae didn't have time to catch her breath or her strength as the silver haired went eagerly for her mouth once again. His lips were swollen, moist and stick – she could taste the bittersweet flavor of herself on his tongue. His hand fumbled between them, freeing himself from his underwear. A surprised gasp escape her lips when she felt his tip against her entrance. It was so sudden that she was left without air as he pushed himself inside her.

It hurt horribly to the point of crying. The samurai buried his face on the crook of her neck, so he couldn't see her biting her lower lip in pain. She could feel his hot pants over her skin once he was completely inside her folds. Then he began moving not so slowly. The friction between his hard member and her walls burned a lot, making her whimper in discomfort at the first thrusts.

"G-Gin-san, s-slower, plea-"

A crash outside the room made both of them jump out of their skins. It was followed by a sound of something dully hitting the floor and glass breaking and rolling everywhere. Gintoki was brought back to reality by the loud noise and turned his head to its direction, steadying himself over his elbows. His eyes were locked on the door waiting for it to be opened as his heart beat faster by the thought of them getting caught, but the tumbling sound only went far away from where they were. With a sigh of relieve, Gintoki looked down at Tae, but what he saw brought a lump to his throat and a feeling of sickness in the pitch of his stomach. He almost didn't recognized the half-naked woman underneath him: ponytail half done, eyes puffed and red, and trail of tears on her cheeks.

It finally dawn on him what a messed up situation they put themselves.

They went too far.

"O-Otae, sorry, I-," he dried up her tears with his thumb but he froze once more when he finally looked at their joined hips. He felt like throwing up. "You're bleeding."

He was so focused on his own fears and needs that he didn't notice what he was doing – what he was doing to her. He didn't consider it was probably her first time with a man either, he just took everything of her for himself without thought. She wasn't one of the Yoshiwara girls he usually visited when feeling lonely, even then he didn't went as low as hurting them like that. It wasn't even supposed to have happened. He should be sleeping and gathering his energy for their next fight, not throwing his frustration on her the worst way possible. He was disgusted with himself, and couldn't even look Tae in the eye anymore.

"It's ok, I'm getting used to it," her hand reached for his face, but he didn't let her touch him. He pulled away from her, leaving an empty feeling between legs.

"Gin-san?"

Why was she sounding so worried? It'd be better if she just slapped him in the face, be angry at him for forcing himself on her and fucking her like a whore. He just wanted to be left alone in his misery, not being taken care of.

"You should go away," he sat with his face in his hands. "Damn it, what we were fucking doing?"

Her heart stung at his words.

"It wasn't wrong."

"It was and you know it," she knew that, but for once she wanted to pretend what they had didn't just fell apart the moment they touched each other. He scratched his head hard. "Ugh, how am I going to look at you from now on? And your brother, or even Kagura-? Man, I'm really the worst."

He chuckled humorless. He fucked it up bad. Not even all the alcohol in the world would be able to make him forget and wash away the guilty and shame in his soul.

"Gin-san, look at me."

The weight on his should felt terribly heavier than normal.

"Just… go away," he sounded angry – at himself, not her – but she wouldn't leave him alone.

She took his hands into hers and lowered them down, but even so he refused to look up at her. He did once she straddled his lap.

"I said to leave me alone." She ignored his expression full of pain and worry, and shortened more the distance between their bodies. "What are you doing?

"Finishing what we started," she cupped his cheeks, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Otae, don't," he protested, but did nothing to make her stop. "We shouldn't be doing this. Maybe if there was no war—"

"Maybe," this time around she kissed him fully. He let her invade his mouth and kissed back. "But just for now… let's forget about it."

His eyelids, his bandaged forehead, his injured cheek, she covered his face with light kisses, trying to reassure that everything would be fine, even though they were prone to disaster if they kept going further. His sole response was to curse and clutch painfully at her hips.

"I'll only end up hurting you," he gasped when her hand took him firmly and guided him to her core. "Fuck," a hissing sound escaped through his teeth as she went down on him.

It entered smoother the second time, but her muscles still burned trying to adjust to his size. They stayed still for a while with their forehead resting against each other. Gintoki tried to say something, but it was hard to organize his thoughts when she began jerking her hips. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, immersing himself into her. Slowly, up and down – being in control of how deep and fast he entered her made things easy for her. The pain became more bearable at each thrust, and a hot sensation began pooling in her lower navel.

"—I'll leave you alone… " his grasp in the fabric around her waist tightened as he matched her movements. "—with a belly full of regret—," he hid his face in the crook of her neck. "You'll hate me."

He didn't want that.

For long he tried to play the bad guy when the situation called for it, pretended it was ok to be hated as long as people was save and kept smiling. It hurt though, more than he would like to admit, but the thought of 'it was for the better' brought a peace to his mind. This time though he couldn't even justify his acts. He wasn't trying to save anyone, just himself. In the end, he was a stupid man doing stupid mistakes just because he was being too selfish. He had too much regret in his life, didn't need another one to the list, but he chose to do it anyway. And with an enemy that couldn't be killed out there, he knew his chance of survival was minimal. He would end up dead and what was done was done, no second chances for redeeming himself and make things right. That night, in their seek for a little comfort in a such dark world, they doomed themselves to misery, be it in this life or beyond it.

Their clothes were soaked in their sweat, the quick pants making them shiver when they come in contact with their skin. Tae bit hard on a tender spot on his shoulder while her nails dug deep in his bandaged torso when the increasing tension between her legs became unbearable. Her back arched in bliss as Gintoki groaned in pain and relief – he just wished the new day never came.

"I won't," she reassured him after a while, kissing his wet hair. "I'd never hate you."

Tae then cradled his head tightly against her bosom, whispering words of hope and better days.

For a moment he almost believed her.