AN: All right, even though I hate doing this...
Warning: There is SEX in this chapter! Do not read if it offends you! Do not read if you are a prude, or if you are rude, or if you have an attitude, cause then I'll be screwed! Okay?
Anyway, only one chapter left! OMGWTF! Haha, anyways, Enjoy!
The first thing his unconscious mind registered were the fingers. Someone was running gentle fingers through his hair. Almost like a caress, a stroking touch. Mugen almost purred in his throat and nuzzled closer to that sweet soft hand.
He heard a quiet laugh right near his ear and felt his chest grow warm at the soothing sound. He was so content. The warm skin he was resting his head upon was rising and falling with slow breaths and he heard a strong steady heartbeat thudding below his ear.
He realized he was nestled against her side and his head lay on her stomach, just below her breasts. He reached up and let one hand drape across the satiny mound. Fuu didn't protest.
Fuu.
It was Fuu who lay so comfortably beside him. It was her caring fingers combing through his hair. It was her lovely breast that he was groping.
Mugen let one sleepy eye flicker open and he took in his surroundings. They were on Fuu's bed, blissfully naked and intertwined in each other's warmth. The hand that wasn't petting him was wrapped around his back and curled over his shoulder in an almost possessive gesture.
Mugen tilted his head upwards on Fuu's belly towards her face and saw her looking down at him serenely from the pillows. She met his eyes and gave him a beautific smile, one he felt himself returning full-force.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up." Fuu's voice was a little hoarse, and Mugen wondered why.
'Oh...right.' Last night's whirlwind of events came rushing back to him and the smile on his lips died suddenly. He averted his gaze and bit at his bottom lip. He felt at once aroused and ashamed. The wall he had built around his heart was crumbling apart and he felt nearly breathless with the pain of the new feelings.
Fuu felt him tense beside her and she tightened her grip on his shoulder, moving her free hand to his face and gently stroking his cheek.
"Do you regret last night?"
Mugen felt like his raw emotions were all teetering on the edge of his lips, and he had to fight back the urge to sob. "I hurt you." He cursed inwardly at the trembling, childish tone of his voice. He felt like such a wuss.
"Mugen..." She slid her hand from his cheek to his chin and tilted his face up to hers. She craned her neck forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He blinked at her in surprise.
"I'm not an idiot, contrary to what you may think. The first time always hurts for a girl, and I knew that. Sure, the pain can vary depending on how it's done, and true, up against a tree and in the rain probably wasn't the best way to lose my virginity-" Mugen shivered and closed his eyes to block out her piercing stare. "-But, that aside, it wasn't horrible. It was either that or I drag you back here and we do it in my bed, which we ended up doing anyway, sooo..."
Fuu realized she was rambling and bit her tongue as she searched for the right words to bring Mugen out of the dark space he had seemed to retreat into. She sighed.
"You think you raped me." It wasn't a question, but Mugen nodded anyway. "Well, I don't. And I know for some reason you seem to want to make yourself out to be the bad guy, but I assure you that you're not. You may have done some bad things in your life, but that wasn't one of them. Not once did I ever think 'I wish this wasn't happening'. I only wished it hadn't hurt so much, but that can't be helped. Besides, rape is when one person takes someone else without their consent." She gentled her grip on his chin and ran her thumb across his lower lip seductively. "I wanted you Mugen. I wanted you so bad I was going insane with wantingyou."
Mugen's eyes flew open and he stared at Fuu in shock. She was smiling softly and gazing at him from beneath lowered lashes. Mugen shivered again, but for a different reason. He couldn't help but slide himself up her body and capture her lips with his own. He let his chest press her into the bed and he sighed happily into her mouth as he twined his tongue with hers.
Fuu sighed as well, relieved that he seemed to believe her words and forgive himself, even if only by a little. She felt Mugen slide his arms underneath her back as he hugged her tightly. He drifted away from her lips and trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone. He nuzzled the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sending shivers through her.
Fuu was a little taken aback by how sweetly he was touching her. Not that she was complaining, just surprised. She hugged him back and brought one hand up to his scalp again to stroke his tangled locks. He whimpered softly at the touch and continued to nuzzle her neck.
Fuu closed her eyes and just enjoyed the embrace, enjoying everything he was giving her. "My my, Mugen. You sure are affectionate this morning. If this is how you always are after sex, I'll have to make sure we do it all the time now." She laughed softly.
"I love you."
Fuu froze.
Though the words had been muffled against her neck, she'd heard them crystal clear.
"Wh...What?" She asked breathlessly.
Mugen didn't respond.
Never in all her life did she ever believe that Mugen would love her, much less actually say that he loved her. She found that she had stopped breathing and she inhaled sharply as she tried to calm down.
For a few tense moments, neither of them moved and she was afraid that he was going to take it back, but she realized that he was tense because he was waiting. He was waiting for a reply.
She buried her fingers in his hair and tightened her arm around his back as she repeated the same words back to him, striving to keep her voice from breaking.
"I love you too."
Mugen relaxed in an instant, all his muscles becoming liquid as he draped over Fuu's still tensed form. Fuu, upon sensing his relief, relaxed as well.
She wasn't exactly sure what they were supposed to do now. Mugen had yet to remove his face from her neck and she had the slight feeling that he was hiding from her. The best thing to do now that they both realized their feelings was move on with their acceptance.
She poked him lightly. "Umm...Mugen? I kinda need to get up."
He grunted in protest, but disentangled himself from her arms and rolled over onto his side, his back to her.
Fuu could sense him trying to distance himself from her and she frowned at his back in consternation. 'So stubborn!' She sat up and poked him again. "Hey!"
He peered back at her over his shoulder with an annoyed expression on his face.
She just smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I'll be right back. Don't move your sexy ass outta this bed. We can pick up where we left off when I get back." She winked at him.
She had meant to make Mugen smile with her sultry tone, but he just nodded and let his head fall back to the pillow with a sigh.
That was it. Now she was just plain pissed off. She appreciated his concern, but enough was enough already! She poked him again, hard this time. "Alright, listen up you asshole!"
Mugen spun around to gape at her so fast, she was surprised he managed to stay on the bed.
"I am sick of this wounded animal act! Why don't you actually grow some balls and stop being so whiny?"
Mugen stared at her in shock for a few silent seconds, then he furrowed his brow and scowled at her. "Hey, shut up bitch!"
She got onto her knees, not caring that the sheet had fallen away and she was naked before him, and scowled right back, ignoring the sharp twinge of pain that spiked through her abdomen. "Well, its true! You're so concerned about me being hurt, but you've been moping around like some little baby! It's worse than the pain! Why don't you act like a man Mugen?"
Mugen face had lost all traces of self-pity, to be replaced by something much darker. "I am a man!"
She scoffed and folded her arms across her chest. She arched one slim brow at him challengingly. "Oh yeah? Prove it."
Mugen growled and pushed her backwards, making her bounce onto her back. He was on her in an instant, shoving between her legs and plunging his ever-present morning erection into her in one swift motion. They both grunted at the pressure.
"Is this man enough for ya?" He asked with a sneer as he undulated his hips with a twist.
Fuu met his stare dead-on and growled at him, wrapping her legs firmly around his hips and dragging him further in. "No! Harder!"
Their lips crashed together and Fuu let her head fall back to the mattress as Mugen covered her body with his own, dragging his skin across her and biting at her lips. He changed the angle of his hips and Fuu moaned loudly into his mouth as he suckled her bottom lip in between his teeth.
She threw her arms over his back and pulled him close, so their bodies lay flush against one another. She deepened the kiss and moaned again as he kept snapping his hips into her.
"Oh...Oh gods...Mugen!"
It became apparent that the mood had changed. Instead of fighting, they were suddenly clinging to each other. Grinding together to find the most pleasurable angle and speed.
Mugen was panting in her ear as he clutched at her hips. He abruptly stilled his hips and pulled out of her. She whined in protest, but Mugen's hands were already on her sides, turning her onto her stomach and pulling her legs up so she was resting on all fours.
She glanced over her shoulder in question, but he was behind her immediately pressing the head of his length into her. He slipped in and stayed still for just a brief moment before pulling back out so only the tip remained, then slamming back to the hilt, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
"Uhn!" Fuu shrieked at the new angle. Mugen started a swift rhythm behind her and Fuu felt her arms give out at the jolts of pleasure spiking through her. She fell forward to her face and braced her hands on either side of her head. Her fingers clutched at the sheets as she felt herself quickly ascending her peak.
Mugen had his head thrown back and grunted with each forward thrust. He was close as well. He couldn't think clearly, so he just focused on the feeling of Fuu's tight inner muscles squeezing him so sweetly.
"Ah!" Mugen shuddered and fell forward, pressing his chest against Fuu's back and planting one hand firmly on the futon near her shoulder to keep from crushing her. He was so close now. He had to make sure she came too. With the hand that wasn't holding him up, he reached around her hip and stroked her between her legs, right on the small sensitive mound above where he was thrusting.
"Uh-uh-ah! Mugen!" She squirmed underneath him and then arched her back sharply as she came. He felt her clamp down on him, milking him, and he orgasmed with a choked cry as he spasmed over her for long seconds.
Spent, he collapsed onto Fuu's trembling form as he forgot that he was trying to keep his weight off of her. She grunted at him half-heartedly in protest.
Neither spoke for several minutes. Then Mugen remembered how to move, and he rolled off to the side with a groan.
"Fuck."
Fuu giggled. "Yeah. I know." She paused for a moment and wrinkled her nose in thought. "I like how you stopped our argument. Very effective."
Mugen snickered at her. He felt like himself again. Meaning his emotions were stuffed back inside the box where they belonged.
He glanced over to see Fuu still bent over with her knees tucked under her. "Ya know, ya might wanna move or else your muscles are gonna stick like that."
She smiled at him and shifted slowly to the side of the bed, wincing at the tension in her legs and the still-present ache of her lost virginity. "Okay, so now I really have to go. I'll be right back." She started to move off the bed.
Mugen's hand shot out and snared her wrist. "Where ya goin?" He demanded.
She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, not really wanting to explain it but seeing no other option. "Well, I have to go find some herbs. To make some tea."
"Make tea later. Sleep now." His voice was firm.
She giggled again, glad that he was no longer wallowing in remorse. "I can't. If I don't make this tea soon, then it would be...bad."
He cocked his head at her, sprawling out on the bed naked as the day he was born. Fuu fought not to stare lest he distract her from her task.
"How would it be bad?"
"It just would, believe me." She stood and tried to shake his hand off.
He yanked her down to him and rolled her underneath him just like, she couldn't help but remember, the day she had first seen him naked.
"Humor me. Tell me how it would be bad. Or else I will do something bad to you." He ghosted his fingertips down her sides, and Fuu squirmed a little under the ticklish touches.
She sighed, accepting her defeat. "Alright. I need to go find a plant called Immunculi. Then I need to pluck some leaves and brew a tea out of it..."
He raised his eyebrow impatiently. "And?"
She squirmed again, feeling decidedly uncomfortable. "Well...I need it...so I don't...geppemgernt..."
He shifted closer. "Say that again, and this time, try actually makin words."
"Fine! I need it so I don't get pregnant!"
He blinked down at her, stunned.
Mugen cleared his throat uncomfortably and shifted off her. He couldn't meet her eyes. He had never stopped to think about the consequence of their actions. "Where'd ya learn about stuff like that?" If he hadn't felt her virginity tearing around him himself, he would have thought she was having illicit affairs.
He still felt jealous anyway.
Fuu was sitting on the side of the bed, slipping into her yukata. "A girl learns interesting things when she's trapped in a whorehouse. Whether she wants to hear it or not... But I'm thankful I remembered that. I know where some is in the woods, I'll be right back."
"Umm...Okay..." Mugen felt like he should go with her, but found the whole situation too uncomfortable. 'Does she not want a kid from me?' For a split second, Mugen felt hurt by this thought, then he sprang upright as he realized that he was considering having a kid.
He shook himself violently. 'I will not be thinking shit like that!' Thoughts thoroughly cleared, he now had to attend to his growing embarrassment about his declaration to Fuu.
"Fuck, I'm screwed." He reached down to the floor and picked up his shorts, sliding them up his legs as he stood. "Shit shit fuck shit fuck." With that, he felt better, but still frustrated at his earlier behavior.
He had woken up so unbelievably relaxed that he hadn't put up his usual guards. Plus, the shame and concern from the previous night was still fresh in his mind and not being used to such feelings, he hadn't known how to deal with them. They'd made him vulnerable. He felt like a wimp, cradling Fuu like a treasure and proclaiming his love.
'Blech.'
He gagged as he remembered. Sure, Fuu was cool and everything, but he didn't love her. He didn't know how to love. Whatever he felt for Fuu wasn't love. Most definitely not. Nope. No, no, no.
Right?
He shook his head again, dislodging those creeping thoughts and walking out to the kitchen. Fuu was just coming in, carrying a handful of greenish leaves and the tea kettle, supposedly filled with fresh water. She set in on the stove, added some new wood from the nearby pile and stoked a fresh flame from the still-burning embers.
Mugen took a seat at the table silently.
"Would you like some breakfast Mugen? I don't have much, but I could make some oatmeal with honey and cinnamon." She stood by the stove as her water heated and studied him. "Sound good?"
He waved dismissively. "Yeah, whatever."
"Good." She set about gathering two dishes of oats, and used the now-boiling water to moisten them. She set the bowls on the table and also poured some tea into her cup. The leaves were already torn up and steeping in the water.
They ate in silence. Fuu took a tentative sip of her tea and grimaced. "Yuck!"
Mugen glanced over and strangely felt sympathy for her. "Sorry." He muttered.
She cocked her head at him and furrowed her brow. "For what?"
He motioned towards her tea. "Ya gotta drink that cause-a me."
She snorted. "Idiot. I need to drink this cause of unwanted children."
"So you don't want kids?" He asked before he could stop himself, cursing himself mentally.
"Uh...Maybe someday. But I'm content with my life like it is. Like it is right now. With you here." She smiled shyly at him.
Mugen felt his instinctual nature growing skittish at her words. He pushed away from the table and stood. "Look, you can't back me into a corner like this. I can't stay here and you can't-"
"Mugen! Shut up and sit down. I'm not asking you to stay."
He felt deflated suddenly and sat back down. "Why the hell not?"
She rolled her eyes. "I couldn't do that to you. I know you have to be free. But..." She got to her knees and slinked around the table to sit right by his side. He watched her warily. "If you ever need a place to stay or someone to warm your side, you are always welcome here. I'll always be there for you Mugen."
She slid her arms around his neck and burrowed into his collarbone, kissing the warm skin. Mugen shivered at her touch, overcome with some confusing emotions by her words. The panicky urge to flee was dying. He didn't want to leave anymore. Not anytime soon anyway.
Maybe it was okay to just hang out here. Until he felt the need to leave again.
He leaned into her and licked the skin along her jawline. She just giggled at him.
"Fuu...?"
"Hmm?"
"I think you should plant some of that Immonkey stuff in your garden so you won't have to walk so far in the mornings..."
AN: No, there is no such thing as "Immunculi". I just made up that word (I think...).
No, I don't know if they had oatmeal 'back in the day' in Japan. But I wasn't in the mood to make this elaborate breakfast scene. So oatmeal it will be.
Please forgive Mugen's OOC-ness, it is very hard to write an emotional, scared, and in love Mugen, so please, stay with me! We are experiencing a new side to Mugen, so technically he is not OOC, just growing up.
Yes, I know Mugen was 19 when the anime aired, but emotionally and mentally, he is an adorable vulnerable little chibi boy who sucks his thumb.
