A/N : Hey guys! Long time. I realise I haven't exactly been very active these past months on here and I really don't have many excuses. As a peace offering and part of what could be an awfully drawn out apology, I bring to you another instalment of Till the End fluffy lemon stuff.
This one is undoubtedly set at the end of chapter 39 and I had a lot of fun giggling while I wrote this, so I do hope you enjoy reading it. Chapter 41 IS in the works, I promise to anyone who is still interested in reading the long awaited end to Till the End. Anyway...
The Make up time
Hina retracted her hold momentarily. She looked up into her captors face weakly. She examined him. His face was strong. His eyes were harsh. He was exactly as he had looked the day she first met him. Even so, Hina knew there was a difference to him now. His expressions were softer, he was gentler to her. It warmed her insides to think so foolishly. Hina was well aware of the massive flaw in thinking so optimistically. She just no longer cared. Her whole being hurt and now, now she wanted some peace, some time to relax without worry. Bakura returned her gaze with a small smile playing across his thin lips. Hina had lost. She knew she had. She'd fought and battled as hard as she could, but it wasn't enough. It would never have been enough. Hina exhaled and smiled softly. She didn't care. She had a conciliation prize and that was the man who held her now.
"Kiss me," Hina whispered after several moments of silence. She needed to know this was real, to remind herself that her ordeal was over. She had found a piece of tranquillity among the craziness of the world. She could happily live the rest of her life like this. She wouldn't betray him, not again. She'd learnt her lesson, the cruellest of lessons. She wanted nothing more than to exist in peace and now, now the opportunity had arisen. Bakura smirked down at her, amused by her request. He obliged all the same. His lips brushed gently against her mouth, not enough to truly satisfy her. Hina felt her stomach flutter to life at the gentlest of contact. If anything, the briefest caress from him convinced her all the more. She was here, where she was meant to be. Hina had never truly considered the idea of destiny or fate before this moment, but now she contemplated it. It seemed almost obvious to her now. She was meant to be here. She had always being destined to end up here, Bakura's arm wrapped gently around her middle. In thinking so, it made the moment feel all the more inescapable. Hina stood on tip toe and pressed her lips back against his, in a much more desperate kiss than his had been.
Bakura appeared taken aback by her brashness, but recovered quickly. His hands splayed out across her waist, holding her steady, with a firm but gentle grip. Bakura, using his grip upon her forced her gently back, forcing her lips off his. Hina returned to her feet and frowned looking hurt.
"I… I don't want to hurt you," Bakura mumbled his reasoning, looking away from Hina with a scowl. Hina exhaled glancing at her bandaged arm, before returning to her tiptoes. She pressed her tiny frame against him once more, refusing to wince when pain flared in her injured arm.
"Then don't," Hina responded with a smile, the implication of her words hanging heavily over them. Bakura turned back to her and gazed at her. He lifted a hand and traced one of the many bruises across her face, his expression unreadable. Hina closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of him touching her softly, gentler than he ever had before. She wanted to stay like this forever.
"Please…" She whispered as his thumb traced over her bottom lip. Hina opened her eyes again to stare into his face. She wanted to tell him, once and for all just how she felt. This was the moment she could be open and honest. No more lying to him. She could scream and shout all she wanted, but it would never change the facts. She had dug her grave, now she would lie in it.
"I love you," Hina whispered, the words escaping her lips. She meant them. It scared her to death how very much she meant them, but she did. She wanted him to know. He grinned instantly upon hearing her. Bakura pushed her gently back until he had her pinned against the wall. Pushing her legs apart he used his body to pin her against the wall as he pressed his lips roughly against hers. When he broke the kiss, he smirked at her.
"Finally," He breathed, his warm breath tickling Hina's skin. She gazed up into his face and smiled before he lifted Hina up off her feet.
Bakura guided Hina back down onto the bed, pinning her there, carefully enough to not cause too much pain. Straddling her hips, he gazed down into her face, examining the emotions he found there with interest. Hina didn't appear to be fearful. Her eyes were wide, but not in fear, there was a determination that sparked within the icy blue depths. She appeared almost eager. Bakura's face split into a grin as he surveyed her, waiting to see every trace of emotion that flitted across her face with relish.
"What?" Hina asked after several moments of silence. She wasn't overly found of been so closely examined.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked in a teasing tone, almost daring her to back out. Hina considered the question as she stared into his still smirking face. Did she really want this? Him? Is that what he was asking her? Could she really bear the thought, the very idea, of this moment not continuing? The answer was obvious to her. Since the moment Hina had acted out her betrayal, she'd found herself craving his touch the instant it had been denied her. Back in the hall, when Hina begged and pleaded for Osamu's life, touching him again, clinging onto him as if her life depended on it, had truly felt like a blessing, one she hadn't been keen to admit to. Now she could have it again. No more fighting, No more games. This was it. There was no way in hell she could allow herself to retreat now.
"I'm sure," Hina responded simply, her tone expressing her sincerity.
"Good, because I don't think I could have stopped," He breathed in a low tone. His words sent a shiver through Hina. She was his. There was no way to escape that now, there was no denying it. From the very beginning he'd wanted to dominate her body, mind and soul. He'd achieved it. Hina knew it without a doubt.
Bakura lowered his face to Hina's, pressing his lips deeply against hers. Hina gasped in surprise, caught unprepared. He took advantage of her slightly opened mouth, his tongue running along her bottom lip before slipping inside her mouth. Hina felt her body flush instantly at the contact. She reacted on instinct to him and copied his movements. Her heart beat faster than the beating wings of a humming bird as he caressed her, his mouth searching her own almost aggressively. Her stomach was full of impossible butterflies. Hina moaned against him involuntarily. He wielded an impossible and unimaginable power over her. Hina could never escape him. Not now. He pulled away from her and Hina felt herself trying to follow him, wanting to prolong the contact for as much time as possible. He sat upright and Hina's head relaxed back against the soft comfort of the mattress. Her lips felt almost swollen from the abuse he'd just put them through. He grinned down at her, from where he still remained sat across her, keeping her restrained against his bed. Hina frowned, hoping her expression of disappointment would portray her thoughts. She wasn't yet ready to beg him as she imagined he very much wanted her to.
"Tell me," He sneered at her, his cruel streak showing itself. Hina exhaled, already prepared for this.
"I refuse to beg," Hina replied simply. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She may be his, but she still possessed an ounce of dignity. He brought his face closer to Hina's once more until nothing else filled her vision.
"I never said you had to," He whispered. Hina bit her lip, determined to keep the need from toppling out of her lips, lips that were too desperate to be kissed again.
"I… I…" Hina started as the thudding of her erratic heart filled her ears. She couldn't think about anything else in that moment, nothing else mattered, nothing but freeing herself from her own foolish desperation and instincts.
"I… want you…" Hina breathed, not sure when she'd made the decision to bend to his whim. All Hina knew was that the contact she had with him now wasn't enough. She did want more. Without realising it, her back had arched in desperation.
"Please…" Hina found herself almost whining as he looked at her amused.
"Beg," He instructed smugly, folding his arms across his chest. Hina scowled.
"What the hell do you think I just did?" She snapped back feistily.
"That was your idea of begging?" Bakura asked standing up and breaking contact with her completely. Hina pushed herself up with difficulty, one arm still lightly bandaged and recovering. Hina glared at the man as he stepped a couple of paces away from her, amusement dancing in his eyes. Hina forced herself to her feet shakily.
"Do you think you can play me?" She asked incredulously, her face turning red at the ease in which he'd managed to wind her up. Hina strode towards him, intending to prod him in the chest with indignation. He met her mid stride. He pressed his lips against hers quite suddenly as his arms wrapped around her waist. Hina stopped mid rant as he stole kiss after kiss from her. She had only moments before wanted to yell at him, to berate him on his smug arrogance, but with one simple touch everything had evaporated. Hina's hands clutched onto him in desperation, her fingers curling into fists against his chest, gathering fabric in her palm, creasing the fabric as she held onto him. His hands wrapped tighter around her torso as his lips strayed from Hina's mouth. He trailed soft kisses along Hina's jaw line, his teeth purposefully catching her skin, inciting tiny but noticeable whimpers from her. Hina's clutched onto his forearms tightly, afraid if she didn't she'd lose her balance. He nipped at the delicate skin on her throat, sucking on it gently. Hina closed her eyes and gasped against the almost enjoyable pain the sensation created, all the while completely shut off from the ache her injured arm was creating from holding onto the man so tightly. Hina bit her lower lip in desperation, not wanting to let words leave her lips. Hina felt his hands run up her body before he pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Hina felt the material slide over her frame as the chill of the room was instant, not that she cared. His hands wrapped back around her, hands tracing along her spine softly. She whimpered in response to the overload of sensations her body was enduring. Her legs felt like lead, her knees weak. She was ready to lose balance any second, but Bakura's arms kept her up right. Holding onto her, still trailing his mouth along her throat, He backed her towards the bed. Hina stumbled as her feet tried desperately to keep up with the demanding movement. She would have fallen if Bakura's arms weren't encasing her, guiding her.
With something Hina could have mistaken for tenderness, He lowered Hina back onto the bed, going with her. Hina exhaled as his lips traced further down her now almost entirely exposed body. His tongue flicked out to trace down her inexperienced figure, between the crevices of her chest. He paused a moment, lifting his face from her to gaze at her torso. Hina felt the blush rise within her, causing her to turn redder than she'd already been. She didn't want him to stop and examine her. It made her uncomfortable. Hina was about to tell him as much when he lowered back down to her flesh, his mouth now exploring her fully exposed chest. Hina let out a small cry as the sudden contact sent a surge of… something… flooding through her.
"S…s…stop…" Hina moaned as she clamped her legs tightly together, writhing about trying to subdue the sudden sensation. She could feel him grin against her burning skin before his teeth grazed against her. Incoherent words spluttered from Hina's mouth. She wasn't even aware of making a conscious decision to speak.
"Do you really want me to stop?" His arrogant voice questioned as the intense contact briefly faltered. Hina shook her head from side to side adamantly. No, she didn't want this feeling to stop, no matter how wrong or strange it felt. His hand began to caress her as well as his mouth. Hina knew without a doubt her face was glowing red, but with each insane moment that passed, she could no longer care. His mouth released its hold upon her and Hina relaxed, not sure when her body had tensed against him. He continued to trace his tongue across the surface of pale skin once more, leaving a trail of moisture behind him. Hina wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but words wouldn't come to her, she had no idea. His fingers looped under the simple cotton of Hina's underwear and he pulled them off her with ease. Hina tried to steady her racing heart, but it was no use. She was completely beyond help at this point. His hands gripped onto Hina's knees, which were pressed tightly together in both embarrassment and excitement. Once again, he found no difficulty in getting what he wanted from Hina's body as he pried her legs apart. Hina stared up at the ceiling, waiting with anticipation, trying to ready herself for the next overflowing sensations her body would be subjected to. She felt the warmth of his breath first, glazing over her. She jumped, startled, but desperate. Hina waited as the warmth of his breath tickled her, excited her, sent her spiralling out of control. Soon she was panting hard, her hips twisting desperately. She was desperate. Her senses were haywire. Her core was molten lava and she needed to alleviate the pent up frustration he was inciting in her. Hina felt her body taking control as she writhed about desperately. She needed some friction to help get rid of this… this insanity building within her. He lifted one of her legs up slightly and hooked it over his shoulder. Hina breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for the contact. He caressed her inner leg, his lips playing across the scorching flesh. Hina let out an exasperated, frustrated groan. The sudden contact after lack of felt great, but it wasn't what she needed. Her centre, the sensitivity brimming to overflow, needed his attention more.
"Please," Hina begged him, the word dragging out impossibly as she whined the plea. He chuckled against her skin. With a start, Hina was hit with the realisation she'd given him what he wanted.
"You begged," He mused, his fingers replacing his lips along her inner thigh. Hina gritted her teeth against a rude retaliation.
"Do it again," He demanded in a very obviously amused tone. Hina wanted to tell him she most certainly would not and tell him it was a slip of the tongue. Despite what she wanted to tell him, the words tumbled from her mouth instantly.
"Please… please… I… I need… you…" Hina panted as his fingers traced further up her leg.
"What… what do you need?" He asked mockingly.
"You… to… to…" Hina began desperately, her voice sounding strained as she pleaded with him. Before Hina could finish her sentence, with what she wasn't sure, Bakura's mouth found her centre. His warmth consumed her. Hina's eyes squeezed closed instantly as her body jolted. White hot lightning coursed through her veins in an instant as his tongue caressed and swirled against her. Hina was out of breath within moments, moans and gasps escaping her lips instantaneously. The desperation and shudders of excitement he'd created with mere seconds of touching shook through her, ripped through Hina like nothing ever had before. She was certain she'd never become accustom to such sensations. With each movement made against her, Hina's body spiked, shuddering or jerking. Bakura's hands moved up to her hips, clutching onto them, forcing the movements smaller. Hina could feel herself losing an internal battle as she tried desperately to keep herself together, but her body had other ideas. She was been caressed and smothered closer and closer towards the indescribable. Hina had experienced such a sensation before at the hands of this man, yet it still scared her, this impending bliss. Hina felt herself teetering on the edge, finally accepting the inevitable, ready for the incredible fall, when he stopped. Hina let out a groan of frustration at the sudden loss of contact, leaving her irritable and angry. Her eyes flew open and she propped herself up to glare adamantly at Bakura. He was knelt beside the bed, between her quaking legs.
"Why'd you stop?" Hina demanded forcefully. He responded with a conceited grin. Hina felt her temper flare. She tried to sit upright, but he forced her back down.
"What the hell?" Hina growled as she fell backwards, following his unspoken order without meaning to.
"Trust me?" Bakura spoke softly, his gaze gentler than Hina could remember ever seeing it before. She felt her insides quake at such a sight, but refused to reply verbally to him. Instead, Hina nodded once, curtly. He grinned, amused by her irritation. He got up from the floor and pulled Hina's legs up with him, her ankles resting against his chest. Hina felt her back curve with him as part of her body left the bed. She gulped, finding this new position uncomfortable, but not painful. His hands reached up taking an ankle in each. He leant forwards and Hina could feel him. He was pressing against her and the flicker of excitement turned once again into a roaring bonfire. Still gripping onto her legs, Hina felt him press into her.
Hina let out a tiny hiss of discomfort at the feel. She felt full, almost too full as he slid into her. She doubted this was ever going to be a feeling she'd be able to get used to. They remained still for a few moments, each adjusting to the other, their breathing heavy and panting. With a slow drawn out movement, Bakura pulled back, almost breaking the physical connection before thrusting back against her. Hina yelped as a shudder rippled through her insides, not for the first time. Her skin was glazed in hot moisture as she endured his long drawn out movements, each one causing her gasps to increase in volume. He gradually picked up pace, every movement shattering through Hina's inexperienced body like nothing before. He leant further forwards, forcing Hina's legs with him. His hands splayed out across the surface of the bed either side of Hina's reddened face. Hina shifted slightly accommodating this new position. She examined the man looming over her. His teeth were gritted and he looked as if in deep concentration. Hina couldn't help but wonder why. Was he holding back on her? Again? Now really wasn't the time for that. She had accepted him, had agreed to give him everything. The least he could do was reciprocate not holding back, in some way. Hina felt a grin pulling at her lips as she examined Bakura. Feeling bolder than she ever had before, Hina opened her mouth to speak.
"… Fuck me, with the vigour of a fucking animal, and don't you dare stop," Hina breathed, ignoring the deathly embarrassment that threatened to overcome her as she spoke. His eyes widened in surprise for the briefest of moments, before a mischievous grin split across his face. She'd used his own words against him? That was unexpected and incredibly intoxicating.
"If you insist," Bakura responded devilishly. He didn't give Hina the chance to respond before he gave her exactly what she'd asked for. Hina cried out desperately as he dominated over every sense and nerve she had. Hina couldn't even try and attempt to subdue the noises escaping her. He moved vigorously against her, sending Hina's mind numb and out of control. She couldn't keep herself together for much longer as her own gasps mixed with his grunts. He leant closer to her, forcing her knees to practically press against her chest. Hina was certain it had never felt this painful but incredibly blissful before. He leant forced his lips against Hina's forcing the air to retract from her lungs. She couldn't do anything but feel the forcefulness of his lips as his body moved powerfully against hers. When he pulled back she was panting much harder than she had been before, needing to catch up with the oxygen she'd just lacked. He straightened up, no longer supporting his weight on the mattress. He ran his hands up Hina's legs until he gripped her ankles. Using his grip upon her, he manoeuvred himself, thrusting deep into Hina.
"God…" Hina felt the words leave her without meaning to. She couldn't contain the cries. She could tell she was once again been pushed and thrown forwards into the most terrifying ecstasy she could comprehend, and she was clambering to get there. Hina wanted nothing more than to shatter by Bakura's hands. She writhed against him, her insides turning into a mess of heated emotions and numb feeling. Her hands scrunched into the bed, taking fistfuls of the rich cotton bedding. Her body tensed against him as he released a hold on one of her legs. His hands trailed down to her centre. She jolted violently as his fingers touched her, caressed the most tender part of her as he continued to fill her with raw power. Hina felt the impending spasms hurtling towards her before she even had chance to acknowledge them. It crashed over her, submerging her in terrible brilliance. Hina let out a gasp. Her body tensed, her insides clenched as wave after wave of intense tremors shuddered through her. Hina wasn't aware she'd even tensed or held her breath as wonderful pleasure shook her, leaving her everything tingling.
Hina let out a gasp as she exhaled. She collapsed back against the bed as her body relaxed, still quivering in the aftermath of indescribable bliss. She was exhausted already, her body aching after so much sudden exertion, but he wasn't going to allow her to rest.
Bakura lifted Hina up with ease, his hands clutching into her hips. Hina held onto him as he lifted her. He crawled onto the bed, lowering his quivering slave girl into the centre, before he flipped her over almost roughly. Hina let out a yelp of surprise as she now found her stomach and chest pressed against the soft cotton blankets. Hina was about to protest when she felt him between her legs. She gasped loudly as he filled her once more. She tried to muffle the sound into the bedding, but even muffled, it was still noticeable. Hina felt her body shudder as he leant forwards. She could feel the warmth of his naked chest pressing against her back. His hand snaked around her throat, his fingertips brushing against her cheek as his warm breath tickled her neck. His lips were gracing across her as he began to move. Hina's body was driven against the bed from the force of his movements. Hina felt her gasps becoming louder with each thrust that picked up speed and strength. She couldn't think about anything but him, but reaching that sweet blissful sensation once more. She needed it more than anything. When Hina was sure she couldn't take much more, Bakura bit into her shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to be painful, but it was more than noticeable. Hina let out a groan as her eyes fluttered shut and her back arched against him. His rhythm increased and Hina was left in disarray at the onslaught. She had never experienced so much, felt so many different things enrapturing her being before.
In a single swift movement, He lifted Hina up, hand still curved around her throat. She went all too willingly. Her back was still pressed against his beating chest as she was forced to kneel against him. He was breathing erratically against her ears, the sounds becoming more like growls with each movement he made.
"Don't… Don't…. stop…." Hina breathed as he clutched tightly onto her, driving into her with a powerful, raw need. He actually growled in response to her. Intense wasn't a strong enough word. Hina couldn't string her thoughts together as her insides shook and shuddered involuntarily as he once again forced her towards a tidal wave of pure delicious ecstasy. Feeling suddenly incredibly brazen, Hina twisted around, forcing Bakura to stop. His eyes widened as Hina broke free of his hold. She faced him with a grin across her face. She wasn't about to stop. Facing him, Hina pressed her lips against his harshly, wrapping her arms around him. The force of her embrace knocked both of them off balance and Bakura fell backwards, Hina collapsed on top of him. She sat up and gazed down at him, now straddling him. He flashed her a toothy smirk as his hands found her hips. She allowed herself to be guided back onto him and Bakura watched as her whole body shuddered as she took him into her tiny fragile body as if had become second nature.
Hina now found herself in charge of the situation, which on reflection she realised was completely new. Part of her really wanted to question why she'd allowed herself to be put in control as she was very, very new to this whole thing. It was easy enough to shrug the thoughts of doubt off. Hina rocked her hips and was rewarded with a very pleasant feeling that forced her to gasp out inaudibly. She wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't resist staring down into the face of the man she'd proclaimed love for. His hands ran up her legs to grip onto her hips again. She rocked against him again and felt the shudder of enjoyment quivering through her. She repeated the movement and gasped at the sensation spreading through her. She loved it. It felt incredible. She gasped for breath as she continued to grind against him. His fingers dug deeper into her flesh as she moved. When a growl escaped Bakura's lips, Hina felt a smile break across her face and she forced herself to slow down. She wasn't sure what had caused it, but the sudden realisation she was in control of the moment had gone straight to her head. She wanted to tease Bakura, like he'd often done with her.
"More!" He demanded in a growl after several more moments of Hina moving upon him excruciatingly slowly. Hina leant forwards, leaning on his chest and pressed her lips against his deeply, before smirking at him.
"Beg," she spoke, smugly. Bakura's eyes widened ever so briefly as he took her appearance in. He'd apparently let loose a raw sexually powered vixen from within his usually timid, shy little slave. He was mildly impressed with how brash she'd become, but someone like himself, was not about to beg. In a very swift movement, he'd sat up and grabbed Hina roughly by the chin a malicious and excitable glint in his narrowed eyes.
"I don't beg," He spoke gruffly before pushing her back down onto the bed. He loomed over her with a devilish expression across his face. Hina blinked up at him startled by the speed in which the control had been taken from her. He pulled her legs apart before positioning himself above her.
"I simply take what I want, when I want it," He sneered before pushing back into her more forcefully than he ever had done before. Hina cried out in shock and sweet blissful pain as he filled her impossibly quickly. Hina couldn't help but let out a torrent of ineligible words as he thrust against her. She could feel the sensation within her building again the more he moved against her. She loved it, no longer feared the sensation that would crash over her turning her into a quivering mess. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around him as he leant forwards, his hands either side of her head once again. Hina felt her body come violently alive as shockwaves of pleasure rippled through her body in great torrents. She shuddered and shook, her eyes scrunching closed as an explosion within her took control. It had been quite sudden and she hadn't really been prepared for it. She heard Bakura grunt as his own release hit him, forcing Hina's own to prolong from the sudden quaking and pulsing within her. She eventually collapsed back onto the bed, her body relaxing and eyes finally fluttering open. Bakura's face was very close to hers and he was panting just as hard as she was. Bakura straightened up, pulling himself free from Hina. He flopped down on the bed besides her and pulled her close to him. He somehow managed to pull the thick bedcovers out from beneath them both to drape it over their still quaking bodies. Hina rolled onto her side and stared into Bakura's face, fighting back the urge to close her eyes and sleep. He returned her gaze, a smirk upon his lips.
"I love you," Hina whispered before pressing her mouth up against his. Hina pulled away, completely at ease for the very first time in a long while. She felt happy, complete. In a very strange way, she felt sated. She closed her eyes and curled up against the man, suddenly overcome with a very lovely pleasant feeling she couldn't yet describe.
Bakura watched her for a while as she drifted off to sleep. He grinned to himself, secretly wanting to say those three words back to her. He couldn't yet allow himself to. It would be pathetic. It would be like admitting his humanity, his weakness. He couldn't yet allow himself to voice his weakness allowed. As Bakura himself closed his eyes for the night, her reflected upon the day's events. How lucky he was that the little slave girl he had become so infatuated with was strong enough to handle him at his worst. In many ways, he had to wonder, if this made her his equal. He really, truly hopped she realised just how much he… loved… her back.