I know it was horribly mean of me to leave you with such a tease of an ending in that last chapter and then seemingly disappear from the face of the earth for a while… but I'll make up for it with this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own MTNN…
Chapter 7: All the Colors of My Passion
Dinner was a rushed affair. There was a palpable sexual tension in the air as they ate, neither speaking much and only stopping to send knowing glances to one another.
Yako – while she usually stuffed her face until she was close to the point of not being able to function properly – withheld, hunger of a different kind gnawing at her belly.
The dusty-haired male across from her was tense, more so than she'd ever seen him before. His deep, vivid eyes were weighted, the glint in them promising something carnal.
Ishigaki's untimely entrance may have spoiled the moment they'd shared in the office, but it had not dispersed the almost painful need that was still simmering just below the surface. Sasazuka shifted in his seat, glancing yet again at the slender woman in his company, watching as her flushed lips closed enticingly over a small morsel of food. Her dainty, pink tongue swept along the seam of her mouth, lingering at the corner as she met his gaze.
She dropped her fork on her plate, ignoring the remaining food there and wiping her mouth clean with her napkin. Sasazuka motioned the waiter over, his voice clipped as he requested the bill. Yako slipped into her coat as he paid the young man, allowing him to lead her to the car with a persistent hand at the small of her back.
The entire ride back to her house was equally as tense, Yako wiggling in her seat as she watched Sasazuka's large hands grip the steering wheel with unnecessary force. Her eyes drifted down the sharp features of his face, the defined thrust of his jaw and the high placement of his cheekbones. His lips were full, and she found her gaze lingering there, remembering the hot waft of his breath against her face as he'd brushed against her. Her thighs clenched in response to the memory, the way she'd fit almost perfectly against the male contours of his body. For the first time in her life, Yako thought to herself that the ride home was taking entirely too long for her taste.
Sasazuka, while determined to keep his eyes on the road, was thinking the same thing at that moment. The seatbelt was chafing him where it sat across his hips and from the corner of his eye, he could see his passenger chewing her lip, making concentration almost impossible. Finally, after an eternity of driving, they pulled up along the curb of Yako's house.
She turned to him. "Would you like to come in?"
It was a silly question, as his car was already turned off and he was making short work of his seatbelt. She hadn't needed to ask it… but then again, he hadn't needed to answer, and he still did. "Yeah."
The breathy reply made the throbbing in her belly intensify and she rushed to unbuckle her own belt. Her keys were already in her hand by the time they reached the house, and by then she was shaking so badly that she couldn't unlock the door without his assistance. His wide, cool palm closed over hers, steadying it as he guided the key into the lock.
For an instant Yako pictured Neuro standing in her foyer, a twisted smile curving his mouth. When the door swung open, and she found her house to be empty, a relieved sigh left her trembling lips.
Sasazuka followed her closely inside, toeing off his shoes as she carelessly discarded her purse on the floor.
Yako sucked in a shaky breath, feeling his gaze on her from where he stood in the entryway. It took her a moment to build up the courage to turn and face him, but when she did she found him standing motionless, his eyes speaking volumes as they penetrated her to the very core. Slowly she approached him, unsure of herself and how to proceed. She had never been the instigator before; Neuro had always taken what he wanted, when he wanted it, even if she was an unwilling participant in the act. Her fingers, still mildly trembling, lifted to his chest, slipping beneath the heavy material of his jacket and pushing it from his shoulders. Her palms slid over his arms, following the movement of his coat as it slunk to the floor. It landed with a soft rustle and she gently took his hands in hers, bringing them to the opening of her own coat.
Sasazuka swallowed the thick lump in his throat, pulling his hands from her tender embrace and repeating her movements. His fingers, still cold from the crisp winter air, met warm skin, tracing the curve of her slender shoulders as he removed her coat with slow, deliberate movements. The short sleeved blouse she wore beneath was unbuttoned at the top, revealing the slight swell of her small breasts. He could see the beginnings of her bra, the black lace fringe dancing along her creamy skin where his fingers itched to be.
She could tell he was forcing himself to slow his movements and was grateful. While she was as eager to be with him as he was to be with her, she wanted to drag this out as long as she possibly could. This experience was unlike any of her previous sexual encounters and she knew in that moment that she would cherish it for the rest of her life.
His fingers traced the collar of her open shirt to the first fastened button, unsnapping it with a sort of natural ease that had him licking his lips in anticipation. How had he lasted this long? How had he withstood her presence day after day without losing himself to the fragile appeal that she held? Why had it taken him so long to notice his own body's reaction to her? He had no idea, and as the last button was unfastened and she pulled the shirt apart to reveal her nearly bare torso, he decided he didn't give a shit. What mattered was that they were here now, and that she felt the same way he did.
Her form, while still somewhat thin from her abuse of it, was beautiful. Pale, satiny skin and slight, womanly curves accented the innocent allure of her large, honeyed eyes and pretty face. Her shoulders were peppered with a small number of freckles, and he decided then that they were one of his favorite things about her.
Yako, who had been fidgeting nervously under his intense scrutiny, stepped forward. She pulled his tie loose, tossing it to the floor with her shirt and their jackets. The same deliberate slowness was used in unfastening his buttons, and when all were freed and his shirt hung open she leaned forward to place a gentle kiss along his collarbone.
He was shuddering as her tiny, white fingers pulled his undershirt from the waist of his pants, the sensation of fabric sliding against his erection both enticing and frustrating. She pushed the material up slowly, tracing the lines of his torso with curious, eager fingers. When her nail caught against one tight, male nipple he couldn't help the hiss that slid through his teeth, hands shooting up to grip her wrists and cease the wicked torment she was putting him through.
Their eyes met only a moment before their lips did, a hungry, frantic clashing of mouths as their fingers tunneled into one another's hair. Strong, sure hands pulled her head back; warm, soft kisses peppering the expanse of her throat before a steaming tongue paved a trail along her thundering pulse. Shuddering at the pleasurable sensation, Yako curved her fingers around his pectorals, nails biting flesh as he branded her by sucking harshly on the junction of her neck and shoulder.
Their mouths met again, wet and needy as harsh panting filled the quiet space of the living room. Sasazuka swept his tongue past her lips as they parted, tasting her unique flavor while slipping his hand from her hair.
This had been put off for far too long it seemed, each individual clamoring to get closer to the other while attempting to shed articles of clothing. Yako fumbled with the clasp of her bra while Sasazuka tugged fervently on his belt, both stumbling as she led them through the sitting area and toward her bedroom. Finally, after much tripping and awkward maneuvering, she felt her calves hit the mattress. A sigh of relief left her swollen lips as she lowered herself backward, dragging the eager male along with her.
Sasazuka pulled back to stare down at her. They had left the light off, though enough spilled through the door from the entryway so that he could still see her clearly. She was truly a sight to behold, flushed and panting beneath him, clad only from the waist down. Her golden hair was mussed and her skin was taut, gooseflesh riddling the expanse of her body. Her small, pert breasts were perfectly formed, begging for the attention his hands and mouth so desperately longed to provide.
However, there was the matter of their remaining clothing that needed to be rectified. He stood and made to remove his own pants first, starting mildly when she suddenly sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for his zipper. Her hands moved quickly, pulling the fly down and unfastening the button before pushing the bothersome article over his hips. He stepped free of the rumpled slacks, kicking them backward with one foot and resuming his position before her.
Yako licked her lips as she cast her appreciative gaze on his virile form. His boxer-briefs were pulled tight over his thighs, but were tighter yet where they strained over his rigid length. She lifted a finger to trace it from one end to the other, smiling shyly at the moan that ripped from his throat. She'd never imagined he could make a sound like that, but it was very gratifying to think that she had such power over him. Neuro had never allowed her even an ounce of dominance, always insisting that he was master and she was servant, and that she should know her place.
Yako gave herself a small shake. She was here with Sasazuka now and it was time to stop thinking about all of the things that Neuro had made her go through. Tonight, she would replace those memories with new, more enjoyable ones.
He hissed sharply as she pulled the waistband of his underwear over his erection, tugging them down past his knees and to his feet. Her palms were warm on his thighs.
The slight blonde stared openly at his exposed manhood, thinking to herself that he had the most perfect penis she'd ever seen… not that she'd seen all that many… but that was beside the point. While not overly large it was a good size, with well formed balls and a neatly kept thatch of pale hair trailing from his naval to dust the very tops of his inner thighs. She closed trembling fingers over the base of his shaft, finding that her hand was not quite big enough to wrap entirely around him. With an experimental squeeze she pulled her hand up his length, watching silently as a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip. He made that wonderful sound again, sighing her name afterward and placing his hands gently on her shoulders.
Unable to bear any more of her torment Sasazuka pushed her backward, reluctantly batting her hand away from his aching cock. She nearly had him coming undone and he'd yet to even get her completely naked. That simply would not do. While it had been some time since he'd taken a woman to his bed, Sasazuka refused to allow his partner to go unsatisfied. He was probably a bit out of practice, sure, but he had not forgotten the fundamentals of sex.
Firstly, he needed to get rid of her bloody pants.
Kicking off his underwear and pulling off his socks, he knelt between her parted thighs and slid his hands beneath her buttocks, pulling her closer until she was resting along the edge of the bed. His palms slid up and over her hips, down to her thighs, where he kneaded the firm flesh tenderly before unbuttoning her jeans. Snagging his fingers into her belt loops he yanked the coarse material down her legs and past her small feet. Her socks came next, and when his eyes slid up her body to her clothed sex he could have come right then and there.
Covering her most sacred of treasures was a flimsy scrap of black lace that could hardly be called 'underwear'. The racy article left nothing to the imagination, and left the pale cheeks of her rear exposed to his hungry eyes. His own hands now shaking, he reached up and pulled the little piece of lingerie away from her sex, his eyes following its progress as it was removed from her body.
Yako made no attempt to close her legs as she was completely revealed to him, her body anxious to be fulfilled and her mind past the point of caring. His deep, chocolate eyes locked with hers for one heated moment before trailing down to stare unabashedly at her core. She could feel a trickle of moisture escaping her entrance to make ready for his penetration.
She was clean shaven, a facet that only enhanced her overall angelic appearance. She looked so innocent that he almost felt filthy for touching her in such a way, but knew that despite her appearance she was a woman who wanted this as much as he did. It was that thought that reinforced his next actions.
He moved his hands to rest gently on her belly, thumbs skimming down over the bare outer lips of her sex and pulling them slowly apart to expose her fully to him. She was glistening wet with need, her opening throbbing rhythmically as he continued to gaze at her. It had been… well – if he were honest with himself – years since he'd slept with anyone, and the memory of a woman's taste was hazy at best. It was high time to fix that.
She cried out at the first touch of his tongue, fingers fisting in her sheets as he slid the wet muscle along the seam of her entrance to press firmly against her clit. The second pass was much slower, and had her arching her hips off of the bed. The phenomenal sensation had her feeling so giddy that she couldn't feel ashamed as she thrust herself against his face.
The flavor of her was mildly salty and distinctly feminine, a delight that he was certain he would be indulging in rather often, so long as she allowed it. He tapped his tongue lightly against the tight bundle of nerves over her core, repeating the motion while increasing both his pace and the pressure he applied. Soon she was writhing beneath him, the sweet, breathy noises she made driving him to do more. One long, slender finger pressed gently against the small pearl, his tongue moving lower to slip through her folds again, this time pushing deeper.
She squeaked, an unintelligible mumble of his name bursting from her mouth as he worked his tongue further still. Her flavor was slightly tangy here, her cream thicker but equally as delicious. After a short time he found it mildly difficult to perform while she was bucking so frantically beneath him. So, pulling back, he curled both arms under her thighs and his hands reclaimed their previous position. Fingers parting the slick folds of her womanhood, he resumed his ministrations and used this new position to lift her bottom completely from the bed, only her upper half remaining on the mattress. Sasazuka smiled against her flesh, enjoying this position thoroughly. With little to no leverage, she was unable to worm herself out of his grasp, giving him complete control of where she moved.
Unable to do anything but twitch as pleasure washed over her, Yako dug her heels into his back and fisted her hands into her hair, panting harshly as the blossoming warmth in her belly grew at an alarming rate. Toes curling, she thrashed her head form side to side, gnawing her lip as a stammered mantra of his name poured from her mouth.
He could feel that she was nearing climax, the sporadic clenching of her inner muscles coming at shorter intervals as he worked his tongue deep into her hot sheath.
The coarse hair on his chin tickled her skin, only adding to the plethora of different sensations and making her writhe harder. His tongue slid from her wetness to tease her clit yet again, stroking it with firm, sure flicks. When he slid a finger into her entrance it became too much for her to bear, and she stammered his name in pleasurable jubilation as her orgasm washed over her.
Feeling her shudder against him, Sasazuka pressed his mouth over the sensitized bundle of nerves and sucked, pleased with himself when her quiet mantra of his name became an enraptured shout. Her small toes curled against his back, and he watched with appreciation as her small frame arced beautifully off the bed.
Yako whimpered softly, her body still twitching from tiny aftershocks as she began to slink down into the lethargic warmth that followed an orgasm. Still panting as Sasazuka finally released her legs and crawled up over her body, she graced him with a grateful smile and lifted her shaking hands to cup his face. Tracing his strong lines of his jaw, she pressed a single finger to his lips, finding them wet from his endeavor. When he made to wipe them clean, she stopped him, whispering shyly, "I… I want to taste."
His eyes flashed brightly, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as he bent down and sealed their mouths together. Her flavor, mixed with is own unique one, was unexpectedly delicious, and Yako was certain that it was only because of him. She'd tasted herself before – had been forced to, really – on gloved fingers…
She stopped herself again. 'No, no… don't think of him at a time like this. It's such a beautiful moment. Don't spoil it.'
They broke apart, both panting from the intensity of the kiss, and Sasazuka leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers.
He was glad to know that he'd not lost his touch. While he'd never been all that promiscuous – having probably had fewer lovers than most men – he'd been told that he had quite a talented mouth, though one would never think it. He had always been a quiet man, concerned mostly with his studies or his occupation. Either way, he was pleased to think that he was able to pleasure the small woman beneath him and hoped that he proved equally as skilled in other aspects of their bed play.
She seemed to be thinking along the same lines that he was as one slender leg lifted over his hip to urge him onward. His throat was suddenly very dry, and he swallowed thickly to alleviate the irritating itch that was beginning to form there. God it had been so long… and she was so small. He prayed that he would not hurt her, and that he would be able to hold himself back until she was satiated.
Pressing the tip of his erection against her slick entrance, Sasazuka pushed forward with minimal force, easing himself into her with shuddering slowness. Inch by inch he made his way deeper, her wetness making the venture relatively easy, though she was still rather snug. It was expected, as one could only assume a woman of her diminutive size would be tight. He was thankful she had not been a virgin, though a part of him couldn't help but wonder who her first had been. Ah, well… there were far better times to ponder the question, so he laid it to rest for now.
Once fully seated inside of her, he kissed her swollen lips and asked in a husky whisper, "Are you alright?"
Yako nodded slowly, unused to such tenderness from her partner. While Neuro was larger in size, she felt far more satisfied with Sasazuka stretching her, the hollow ache that usually resonated within her now gone. She felt so full… close to the point of bursting, though most of it had to do with the pleasant thrumming in her heart. She'd never imagined having a man inside of her could feel so good.
"You'll tell me if I'm hurting you?" he asked, still motionless against her.
She nodded, thinking with a small smile that he was very considerate. She could get used to such handling.
His pace was slow to begin with, little more than a tilt of the hips every few seconds. He watched her intently, searching her expression as he explored her body for the first time. Large, warm hands wandered aimlessly, fingers seeking out the areas where she was most responsive.
She was very receptive, he found. Grazing the skin behind her left ear made her moan pleasantly, and stroking the curves of her waist made her shudder. Her breasts, while small, were incredibly sensitive to all forms of touch, whether it was gentle or rough. Even caressing the small of her back had her bucking against him.
Yako bit her lip sharply as she attempted to stifle a scream. It came out instead as a strangled groan, her entire body quaking as her lover began to work her back into the frenzied state she'd been in before. His tempo was faster now, his hips rotating in maddening little circles that ground his pelvis against her with every thrust. But it was still not enough… she needed more or him, faster, and now!
"Sasazuka," she panted frantically in his ear as she curled her arms around his shoulders, "Please, I need more… please."
Gripping her milky thigh in his wide palm, he spread her legs further, quickening his pace again and delighting in her euphoric moan. Thrusting harder, he shifted his grip to her backside, one hand still balancing him above her while the other lifted her to meet him with every forward stroke.
The delicious friction of his movements was hurling her frighteningly fast toward the edge of oblivion, and with the pace he'd set Yako knew she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Her fingers skimmed down his sides, over the tight muscles in his back to grip his firm posterior. The action only egged him on, increasing both his speed and the force behind each push of his hips.
Feeling the telltale trembling of her inner muscles, Sasazuka turned his gaze to her face, wanting to watch her as she came for him. She met his eyes but only held them for a moment before she gasped and snapped hers shut, back arching from the bed as her orgasm overtook her.
It felt incredible… no, that did not seem like the proper word to describe the sensation. Indescribable… or unimaginable seemed like better terms. Then again, perhaps there was no single word that could truly sum up the sensations that ripped through her body as she gave herself over to her pleasure, Sasazuka surging against her in beautiful, rhythmic perfection.
He grunted brokenly as she trembled below him, her body grasping him in an unforgiving grip. She whimpered softly, her head lolling back as she reached for him. Seconds after she reached her peak he followed her, collapsing into her arms as he spent himself inside of her, moaning and sighing her name as he filled her with his seed.
Yako smiled to herself as her lover stilled against her, only the odd tremor racking his frame. To hold him like this, with his head resting next to hers and his fingers twining into the hair at the nape of her neck, felt so wonderful.
'So this is what it feels like to be truly wanted,' she mused, basking in the pleasant afterglow of their exertions. This was the first time she'd been allowed to enjoy such a moment, and she reveled in it, wrapped her arms tightly around him as though trying to soak him into her skin so that this fantastic feeling would never cease.
She didn't want to let him go. "Do you have to go home tonight?" she asked him softly.
Sasazuka, sluggish and sleepy, lifted his head from the bed to look into her warm, brown orbs. He would have to wake up an hour and a half early, so that he could drive back to his house to get ready and be on time for work, but the pleading look in her eyes left little room for debate. "No, I can stay," he told her.
She smiled, the expression dreamy and adorable as she snuggled closer to him and pecked him on the chin. "What time do you need me to set my clock for?"
"I can do it," he told her, running the backs of his fingers against her cheek. He pulled back, sliding from her inviting depths with a groan and bringing himself to his hands and knees.
He realized something then: he had not worn a condom… His eyes darted to hers. Would she be angry? "Yako," he began, hesitant, "I didn't pull out."
She blinked owlishly for a moment before recognition passed over her features, and she smiled. "It's alright, I'm on the pill."
He breathed out loudly, nodding his head and trying not to think about why she would be on birth control, or more specifically, who she might be involved with. There was really only one logical answer to the question, and he did not like it one bit. Again, there would be time to think about that later, and he doubted she would be willing to divulge such information to him at this point.
Leaning up over her body to the nightstand next to her bed, he set her alarm clock to the appropriate time and rolled onto his back, repositioning both himself and Yako until they were comfortably settled.
Yako – too hot to get under the blankets – turned onto her side, huddling against Sasazuka's warmth. He wrapped a heavy arm around her waist, pulling her onto his chest and kissing the top of her head.
"Get some sleep," he whispered into her hair as he stroked her back languidly.
Lulled by the soothing motion of his fingers, Yako could do nothing but obey as her eyelids grew heavy and slid shut.
Tugging nervously on the collar of her turtleneck Yako purposefully slowed her gate, trying to prolong the trip as much as possible. It was actually very nice out that day, so she hoped Neuro would not take note that she was overdressed and question her. The temperature in the building was always a bit too high for her tastes, so she was practically boiling as she made the long descent to the floor that housed the office. Sure, she could have taken the elevator, but as she'd said, she wanted to stay out of the office and away from him as long as she could.
She argued with herself over what to wear for a long time that morning when she woke to find a hickey staring back at her in the bathroom mirror. Sasazuka had left before she'd gotten up, though he'd left her a little note on the nightstand saying he would pick her up after work.
Now she couldn't wait for the day to be over, so she could escape Neuro's penetrating stares and indulge in Sasazuka's company once more.
Swallowing as she made the trek down the hallway to her workplace, she gathered her wits and took a deep breath, opening the door with perhaps a little too much gusto, as it immediately drew her employer's attention. Giggling nervously, she waved politely and mumbled 'good morning' before shuffling to her desk and beginning to straighten out her papers.
When a set of flickering green eyes appeared next to her a second later she couldn't help the startled screech that left her. "N-Neuro! You startled me," she stammered, hand over her heart as he continued to stare at her. When he made no move to respond and just continued to stare she began to get unnerved by his proximity. His face was different, neither twisted in that usual sadistic smirk nor that silly, blank look he often wore. He looked… serious. She shuddered.
"Is something the m-ah!"
Her sentence was cut short as he pulled her from her chair roughly, frowning as his nostrils flared next to her neck.
"He has touched you," came his steady, displeased response.
"He – who? What are you talking about?" she stuttered hysterically, now legitimately frightened by the intensity with which he was speaking to her.
"The policeman… he has touched you. I can smell him all over you – inside of you."
"Y-you can smell that?" she squeaked, blushing and wishing that she'd cleaned herself more thoroughly that morning in the shower.
His frown deepened. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, and he gave her a marginal shake. "You belong to me! He has no right to touch you!"
Her fear dissipated, righteous anger replacing it. She gripped his wrists, trying to dislodge him with no success. "I'm not a piece of property, Neuro. I will be with whomever I please!"
He snarled, snapping his fangs dangerously close to the tip of her nose as he growled, "Have you forgotten what I have told you? This man is no different than the rest of humanity. He will leave you!"
"I don't care! I don't care, Neuro!"
Her shout shocked him minimally, causing his grip to slacken and allowing her a means to escape. He watched her slip from his grasp and step backward, brown eyes flashing with anger as she glared at him.
"I don't care if he leaves me. I'm happy right now, and that's all that matters! If it ends up like that, I'll deal with it when it happens. I'm sick of being afraid, and I refuse to let something so stupid rule my life for me! Sasazuka cares about me, Neuro, really cares! If something should happen in the future and he's taken away from me then so be it. But I will not miss out on this opportunity to be happy because I'm scared of an 'if'." She was panting by the time she finished shouting, her emotional damn finally bursting as she stared in accusation at the tall demon a few feet from her.
He did not speak, he simply continued to stare, a somewhat confused expression on his face.
She sighed, her fury lessening as she reminded herself of who she was speaking to. Neuro was no man. There were no human emotions in his heart, and therefore she could not expect someone like him to grasp what she was trying to explain. He was a demon, a creature of manipulation and darkness who lived only for himself.
"When Godai died I allowed you to touch me and use me because I felt alone in the world. I needed someone to need me, even if it was only for something as selfish and degrading as sex. I've been so afraid for so long, scared that I'll be left all by myself. Now, after having spent time with Sasazuka, I understand that I'm better off alone than miserable."
Sighing as an invisible weight was lifted from her shoulders, Yako moved back into her seat, pulling her chair up to her desk and continuing where she'd left off with her papers. "I'm going to keep on seeing him and nothing you can do or say will change my mind."
The green-eyed demon turned, walking back around his desk to seat himself.
"I'm a human, Neuro. I need human interaction. If you keep me locked up in a cage and never let me out, I'll fade away into nothing."
He pondered her words, shaking his head after a moment and responding, "Humans are odd. I do not understand."
She smiled lopsidedly, not lifting her eyes to meet his curious gaze as she replied, "I know, and that's okay… because I finally do."
Ta-da! See… lemons make everything better.
Ah, only one chapter and an epilogue left. So little left to write and then I will be moving on to new stories.
Still have not decided what I'm going to do next. I'll undoubtedly be finishing 'Sangria' before I post another chapter fic, but I'll have numerous oneshots popping up here and there. Some are MTNN and others are miscellaneous series.
Reviews, suggestions and criticism are loved and appreciated!