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Elysium

By Rogue Amazon Boo

Heaven was a state of mind. At least that's what Kurz had told him the last time they were stuck in some third world, hell-hole jungle while they were waiting for Mithril to reach the extraction point before both of them slowly bled to death. For Kurz, hentai supreme that he was, heaven looked a lot like Sergeant Major Melissa Mao dressed in see through black lace, holding a bottle of twelve year old scotch.

Sousuke's version was a little different.

In fact, if he had to choose he would say he was in heaven right now. With a barely there smile he looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms. Kaname Chidori made a half snore, half sneeze and snuggled closer to him and he stamped down the urge to chuckle. After all, he knew better than to wake her up, he had the bruises from her harisen to remind him, and with her plastered to his chest any mirthful sound he made would be felt.

Kaname was a cuddler, and he knew if he ever let that little fact slip in front of their friends she'd kill him. She always started out on her side of the bed but less than fifteen minutes into her REM cycle she'd manage to slide over until she had her leg draped over his, her arm flung haphazardly over his waist and her head nestled on his chest, tucked under his chin.

He learned to sleep comfortably with her weight trapping his left arm and her hair tickling his nose. Of course he'd been a Gorilla fighter. He could technically sleep in smelly cave huddled together with men who hadn't bathed in a week and livestock, but he'd wisely kept that fact to himself.

Sousuke inhaled deeply and used his free hand to gently caressed her silky cheek and smooth her hair off her forehead. She mumbled something unintelligible and her lips quirked into a brief smile before going lax once again.

Kaname smelled infinitely better than the caves of his youth. He especially like the aroma of her skin after they'd made love. She would smell like the lotion and bath products she used, combined with the scent of gun oil that always seemed to saturate his body. It would all mingle together with the odor of heated sex.

He inhaled again. She smelled like that now and unable to help himself he shifted so her body rolled deeper into his and snaked his trapped arm around her waist, resting it on her belly.

Slowly, he started making light circles around her belly button, enjoying the feel of her skin against his callused palm. Kami, she was so soft. Her skin felt like silk and her body was toned and pliant in all the right places. She made another murmured sound deep in her throat and shifted, causing the globes of her breasts to slide against his chest. He sucked in a breath and felt a stirring in his groin.

He wanted her again. He had a feeling he'd never be able to get enough of her.

Softly, he slid his palm up her waist, gently closed his hand around her right breast, and started kneading. A low moan parted her lips and she shifted against him again. His cock twitched. Carefully, he extracted himself and moved so that she was on her back and he was laid out next to her on his side.

She made a sound in her sleep not unlike a whimper, but it was soon satiated when he put his hand back on her and slowly ran it up and down her left side, tickling her ribcage. She giggled and batted at his fingers, but he evaded and kept going. He reached her other breast and used his fore and middle fingers to lightly tease the pink tipped nipple. It puckered under his touch and she withered again with a sigh.

Sousuke continued his light caresses, enjoying the feel of her skin and her unconscious response to his touch.

She was his light. He could still remember the dark, soulless place he'd sunk to when Gauron had told him that she was dead. He hadn't cared whether he lived or died, and perhaps even more chilling, he hadn't cared if anyone else did either. Kurz, Melissia, Tessa, Kalinin, all the people he'd served with, lost people with, had called friends. In that instant he hadn't cared if they ever made it out alive.

It made him shudder to think about it. That Kaname had assured him again and again that he was a good man, did nothing to blunt the knowledge of his own darkness.

He was a solider yes, but at one time he'd simply been a killer, an assassin. He'd taken lives without guilt or remorse…or understanding. That place still lingered inside him and he feared it. He could feel it sometimes, pulling him, calling him, but then he'd look at Kaname and he'd scream inside that he wasn't weak! She made him strong, she made him whole, and she gave him back everything that made him a good man.

His demons clamored and the pleasure he'd take from his leisurely mapping of her naked form turned to something else. Desperation reared its head and he rolled over her, cradling his hard manhood between her silky thighs, and lowered his head to suck her straining areole into his hot mouth.

He sucked hard and Kaname awoke with a jerk. Disoriented, she blinked sleep out of her eyes and made a half moan, half grumble. Sousuke didn't give her time to think. He nipped lightly at her nipple and then smoothed the tiny hurt with the pad of his tongue, before latching on to the other one.

She released a keening sound and her sleepy eyes narrowed on the back of his dark head.

"Sousuke, what the hell?"

He gave her nipple one last lick and started kissing her way swiftly down her body till he was eye level with her dripping labia. He lifted his gaze briefly and her brown eyes widened at the strange, desperate look in his slate orbs, before she lost all logical thought.

Sousuke looked at his salvation, sleep deprived, mussed, and cranky as hell, and dove between her thighs. He ran his tongue between her slit and worked the hard bundle of nerves with the tip. Kaname gave a half growl, half moan. He latched on, slammed his long, pink appendage into her and proceeded to feast.

Soon, she'd forgotten her earlier ire and had fisted her hands in his shaggy hair, urging him on. Sousuke continued to lap and play with her clit, bringing her closer and closer to climax. He felt her muscles convulse and her body stiffen as she screamed his name, before collapsing in a limp heap on the mattress. He licked his lips and silently, efficiently, and quickly, moved up her body, spread her thighs with his knees and entered her with one thrust.

Her eyes rolled back into her head briefly before refocusing on the man above her. He held himself ridged, biceps straining and his intense gaze locked with hers.

"Sousuke?" She breathed. He still didn't speak as he started to move deep inside her. Kaname mewled and moaned and rocked her hips, loving the way he felt. Her hands wrapped around his tense forearms and she ran her palms up and down the ridged muscles while he pounded into her. He would pull all the way out and slide back in, deeper, and deeper, until she felt as if he was trying to wrap his entire being into her skin.

The whole time his eyes never left hers and she was sure he saw the moment her orgasm crashed over her. It was so intense she blacked out for a moment before crashing back to reality. She blinked and found herself cradled in his arms while he rocked her body gently, back and forth, back and forth.

Concerned, and more than a little annoyed she pushed herself away just enough so she could see his face.

"Think you'd mind telling me what that was all about, baka?"

He noted her annoyed look and he frowned. "I wanted to make love to you," he said simply. She huffed and blew her hair out of her face.

"And this couldn't have waited until I woke up? It's three o'clock in the morning, Sousuke and I have class in four hours!"

He looked away, confused. "I-I'm sorry, Chidori, I didn't…it won't happen again."

He tried to pull away but she scowled at him and held on tightly.

"Uh-uh, no way buster. I didn't say I didn't enjoy it and if you have to wake me up then you found a pretty damn good way of doing it. You're timing just sticks. Also baka, if you think you get to wake me up to have earth-shattering sex and then not tell me what started it all, you've got another think coming."

He tried to pull away again, but she had him in a death grip. He, technically, could have gotten out of it, but he wasn't willing to hurt her to do so.

Silence stretched between them and as it grew tense she pursed her lips and cocked an eyebrow. He swallowed, and instinctively looked around for her harisen. Not seeing it but knowing that as the minutes ticked by she steadily grew more and more irked with him, he caved and asked the question that had sparked his desperation.

"Am I a good man?" Her brown eyes went wide and the annoyance was wiped away by an overflow of concern. Gingerly, she placed her palm on his cheek and caressed the stubble there.

"What brought this on?" He looked away. He didn't want to tell her. He never wanted her to see the ugliness he carried in him, the taint of blood and apathy that colored his soul.

"I don't know…" he looked away and then met her gaze again, his slate eyes intense. "What do you see in me?" he whispered. She felt a sting of moisture and blinked it away.

She hated when he got like this, and despite his evasions the few times he'd talked to her about it, she was pretty sure she had a good understanding of where all this came from. She wanted to pull him into her arms and hug him, protect him, and never let him go, but instead she brought out her harisen and bopped him one.

He winced and rubbed the spot on his head were she'd hit him, frowning.

"That hurt, Kaname." She smirked and kissed the tip of his nose.

"It was suppose to, moron." She paused and at his confused looked, rolled her eyes and continued. "You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're a good man, a good solider, and honestly do you think I would have wasted my time on you if I hadn't seen something of value? Granted, you're still completely hopeless when it comes to basic social skills. I mean really, really clueless. I've honestly met five year olds with a better grasp of socially acceptable behavior, but you have a few other qualities that balance the scale. So stop being an idiot and kiss me."

He stared at her dumbfound and she huffed in annoyance before taking matters into her own hands. She swooped in and captured his lips in a deep kiss, causing him to moan. They only pulled away because they were getting a little light headed from the lack of oxygen circulating inside their brains. Sousuke gave her his version of a smile and she grinned back at him.

Suddenly, she yelped as he rolled her under him and in one swift fluid motion, buried himself inside her to the hilt. She stilled and moaned.

Fiercely, he whispered. "Skip class today." He punctuated his point by slowly sliding in and drawing out of her, scraping the nerves. She bit her lip and croaked.

"S- Sousuke, I can't. We're going over…O-Oh Kami that feels…" She lost her train of thought. He buried his head against her neck and shoulder blade and whispered urgently.

"Please Kaname." It was curt and low, but it was the equivalent of another man on his knees…begging. She bit her lips and groaned. Whatever, had gotten into him it looked like it wasn't going to go away anytime soon. She felt him move again and moaned loud and long. He made a sound that was half groan, half grunt.

"Please," he whispered again. This time she threaded her fingers in his hair and massaged his scalp as he moved inside her. He hit a particularly sensitive spot and she saw stars and white celestial light. He thrust again and she reached her breaking point. Mindless with want she bucked her hips against his.

"All right, you win solider."

Normally, she wouldn't have given in, but he needed her. It was in his ever murmur, every thrust, and every caress. Plus, it didn't hurt that he was turning her on to the point of pain.

He needed her, Kaname Chidori. She was both humbled and elated.

He whispered one last time. "Tell me I'm a good man?" She answered by capturing his lips in another kiss.

Sousuke felt his heart sigh. Here was his Elysium, his Valhalla, the rest given bruised and broken warriors…the rest of heroes. And even though he knew he was no hero the gods had been kind.

He moved over her, their motions frenzied, and both cried out when they reached the crescendo. When it was over he pulled her against him and moved his hands over the soft expanse that mesmerized him every time he touched her.

He was in heaven. He was home. The gods smiled.

Fin