Bloody Roar III: Sanguine Promise Chapter 21: Kiss, a bloody roar fanfic

Kiss

Seducer… minx… tease… temptress…

The figure slumped further into the comfortable blue plush chair in response to the whispered taunts, and raised hazy brown eyes up to glance at the clock; though it read to be fifteen minutes to twelve, she still did not feel tired enough to fall asleep. The folds of her soft, cotton robe were drooping a bit, revealing a small portion of her throat and the upper curves of her bare cleavage, as the only garments she wore beneath the white article of clothing were underpants. Her hand was wrapped around the smooth, hard covering of a slender green bottle, and clutched in her other grasp was a cup that possessed slightly bubbling, colorless liquid inside. Periodically, she raised the rim to her lips, and drank the contents, blinking as another wave of dreamy sensation wracked her body, yet it merely kept her awake all the more.

What a stupid idea, to go into the bathroom and invade Kenji's privacy like that… her mind scolded, but she was in too much of a dreamy state to really acknowledge the meaning behind the senseless babbling. And to touch him the way you did, so disrespectful! You are pathetic, can't even fall asleep by yourself, and have to order and drink wine to try and do so on his tab, too; isn't it your conscience that is giving you insomnia? What if he finds out in fact, he wasn't fantasizing, and in reality, it was actually you that caressed him until it became too much, and he went off?

"He won't find out…" the Kenpo student mumbled groggily, pouring more grape wine into her glass and consuming it. "And I'll pay for the wine when he gets the bill…"

Admit that you want him…

She shook her head feebly. "I don't…"

Admit it!

"No… We… we're just friends…"

You're lying.

"Shut up…" Uriko grumbled irritably, removing her hand from the bottle and waving it in the air, as if to slap away a fly, while sipping some more of the wine to try and lose her hold on reality.

You're going to get drunk.

"No I'm not…" she proclaimed, shrugging carelessly, "this'll just make me sleepy… and maybe a little tipsy… but that's all… I won't get drunk…"

Keep on denying it. The argumentative voice sniggered devilishly, as if amused by her refusing to face the truth. But better be careful and make sure that you won't get drunk the way Kenji did last weekend, and then do to him what he did you…

Almost immediately, the hard resolve in her pupils softened, and she whined, "It wasn't his fault… he… he didn't know what he was doing…"

A wicked, knowing laugh. Of course he knew what he was doing: you!

I'm going crazy. The feline wrinkled her nose and reached toward the table for the remote, clicking on the television to find a show that would distract her from actually listening to the nagging speaker. But when the screen came into focus, and she saw its contents, her eyes widened as she became fully aware, and she quickly changed the channel. The lingering effects had her chest constricting breathlessly, and her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment; her eyes glanced up briefly, and she sighed in relief at the young teenagers dancing around in a music video. At least it was not the previous viewing, which made her head spin and her nerves tingling with unfulfilled desire as she shot a look at the bed that her friend lied upon, slumbering serenely.

Oh my God, porn on TV. She grimaced in disgust. Is this some kind of sign, or what? Why has everybody been hinting that Kenji and I will sleep together?? Her attention averted to the box of condoms, sitting on the nightstand where she had moved them to before slipping into the bathroom to pleasure her companion. "Those poor things are going to waste… Hah…"

Don't be so sure of that… The night is far from over…

"Hush up…" she griped, and brought her focus back to the television, intently listening to the lyrics of the current song that was playing.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no…"

Hmm, this sounds pretty nice… The auburn-haired girl smiled gently, and closed her eyes peacefully, loosening her hold on the cup that was still half-filled with wine.

"When you feel it in your body, you found somebody who makes you change your ways - like hanging with your crew… Said you act like you're ready, but you don't really know… And everything in your past - you wanna let it go…"

"Keep going…" she breathed, sighing softly.

"I've been there, done it, fucked around… After all that - this is what I found: nobody wants to be alone… If you're touched by the words in this song, then baby…

"You got it, you got it bad - when you're on the phone, hang up and you call right back… You got it; you got it bad - if you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off track… You know you got it bad, when you're stuck in the house; you don't wanna have fun, it's all you think about… You got it bad when you're out with someone, but you keep on thinkin' bout somebody else… You got it bad…"

"Grrrrr…!" The sixteen-year-old growled as her eyelids snapped up and she shot the TV a dirty glare, trying to ignore the closeness of the meaning behind the song's lyrics as she tipped her head back and drank more wine.

"When you say that you love 'em, and you really know - everything that used to matter, don't matter no more… Like my money, all my cars (you can have it all back)… Flowers, cards and candy (I do it just cause I'm…), said I'm fortunate to have you girl, I want you to know - I really adore you! All my people who know what's going on, look at your mate, help me sing my song - tell her I'm your man, you're my girl… I'm gonna tell it to the whole wide world…! Ladies, say 'I'm your girl, you're my man'… Promise to love you the best I can…"

"Stop it already…" she mumbled agitatedly, all of a suddenly moving to slap her palms on her knees for emphasis on how her patience was wearing thin.

Apparently, her prayers were not about to be answered just yet. "See I've been there, done it, fucked around… After all that - this is what I found: nobody wants to be alone… If you're touched by the words in this song, then baby…

She groaned in annoyance, and groped at the remote to click the "off" button, but the device slipped out of her hand and fell to the carpet floor; she cursed under her breath.

As the soft melody faded, her fingers closed around the rectangular object, but in doing so, she accidentally pushed the button to make the volume louder, just in time for the next music video to start playing. A female voice drifted into the room, and Uriko jolted in surprise at the loudness of the singer, losing her grip on the remote and dropping it again. Damn it!

"Oh when you walk by every night - talking sweet and looking fine, I get kind of hectic inside… Oh baby, I'm so into you… Darling if you only knew! All the things that flow through my mind, but it's just a: sweet, sweet fantasy baby… When I close my eyes, you come and take me, on and on and on… It's so deep in my daydreams, but it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby…"

Shoot, I don't want Kenji to wake up… she thought, her heart beating frantically as her hands felt around the floor for what she was seeking.

*****

Mmmm…

While the feline zoanthrope had been sipping wine to try and get her to sleep, and also watching television as an added distraction, Kenji was enjoying a most pleasant dream. It somewhat resembled his so-called fantasy earlier in the Jacuzzi, but this time, everything felt more real, as he could almost feel the delicate curves yielding under his touch. Soft lips that were pressed against his parted slowly, and he eagerly slipped into the wet warm that welcomed his presence; the pink muscle corresponding to its owner came and played with his tongue. Thin strands of silky hair curled around his cheek, teasing and tickling him, and he ground out a low, growling chuckle, then kissed his lover more intently.

His palm found and cupped her cheek, and he shifted to stroke her with his knuckles, removing his mouth from hers to explore lower, meeting the trembling skin of her throat. He felt the girl shiver and the ninja smiled enticingly, absorbing her moan of pleasure when he traveled along the side of her face, moving to blow his heated breath into her ear, then nibbled on the smooth lobe. Faintly, Kenji acknowledged his lips moving to murmur something to her, but he paid little attention to finding out what it was that he was saying. All he wanted to focus on were his fingers unfastening, what he presumed to be the buttons of her shirt, and the sound of her mewling cries alerting his hearing senses.

Somehow, while his tongue had a slick, wet presence on its surface, his mouth was suddenly surrounding a hardened nub, and he suckled forcefully before gently biting it. Another moan that emitted from her drifted into the air, and the mole zoanthrope fought back the urge to further ravish and tease the soft mounds with his hands. Instead, his arm journeyed down and he grasped a hold of her wrist, moving them down together and placing her against the evidence of his arousal, hearing her gasp in response. But her shocked reaction apparently did not stop her from exploring him and the feeling of her nails flexing over his sensitive region made him groan in approval.

Time seemed to jump forward as he found himself standing up just then, and his body tightly pressed against feminine curves that seemed to fit into his form comfortably, two pieces of a puzzle connecting together. A light breeze that blew, surrounding his figure, made him realize that he was almost completely nude, and his hands, splayed upon smooth skin, squeezed the softness. Soon, his interest moved around to the front of her body, where he pushed aside the elastic waistband of her undergarments and slipped inside. Thin, curly hair brushed across his palm, but Kenji carelessly dismissed them, and eagerly sought out the warmth that the tips of his fingers were so achingly close to.

Yes… he breathed when he parted the delicate lips of her private area, and slid a digit into her moist wetness, stroking a nub that seemed to twitch sensitively as he insistently touched it. He added another finger to increase the tension of his rhythm, and pleading noises sounded in his ear; they were coming from his female companion. Sliding up and down, he caressed her inner walls, feeling a twinge in his groin that signaled how ready he was to rip away the last of her clothing, and finish the consummation. She kept begging him for something that she did not even know what it was herself, but he certainly knew - oh yes, he knew exactly what she wanted him to do to her.

The dark-haired ninja felt the wetness of her essence coat his fingers when he brought her to peak, and could barely suppress the urge to accompany her and shudder with desire. Now that she knew how good it would feel, there was only one thing left for them, one last thing to complete their little acts of bliss and fierce passion. Deciding to give her a preview of what was soon to come, he leaned his erection into her stomach, smirking at the gasp that stole from her lips at his brazen action. His face leaned toward her ear, and he felt himself whisper to her erotically, "What would be better than touching you… is savoring your sweet taste instead."

All of a sudden, while Kenji was anxiously waiting to move on, techno music noised loudly, startling his hearing senses, and the melody was coupled with garbled words that slowly grew clearer. It disrupted and halted his dream with a shatter, forcefully snapping his mind to awareness, and he returned back to the conscious world to hear, "…It's just a: sweet, sweet fantasy baby… When I close my eyes, you come and take me, on and on and on… It's so deep in my daydreams, but it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby…"

"Mmmph…" On the bed, the sixteen-year-old made a noise and began to shift his position; his eyes slowly blinked open as he yawned, the high volume making it impossible for him to continue slumbering. "Uhhh…" he groaned, slowly ascending to his rear on a sitting position, and instinctively his hands reached for his eyes to rub the sleepiness out of them.

"Damn it…" The male student acknowledge a quiet voice hiss in impatience as the volume of the music was lowered just then, and he could still hear the singing, but it definitely was not as loud as before.

"Uriko…?" he inquired, finally casting away the blur from his vision and being able to focus his eyes on her form, which was currently on her knees, sprawled upon the floor in front of the television.

"Ahh!" She exclaimed, pivoting to face him, a guilty flush on her cheeks. "Oh, Kenji, y-you're awake… I'm sorry about the noise…"

"It's all right," came his mumbled reply as the ninja scratched the back of his head in puzzlement, and when he glanced down at his lap, he was surprised to see a little tip poking up. Oh, shit… Hastily, he dropped his hands to cover up his arousal and gazed at his friend with an embarrassed, telltale expression, as he was ashamed that he had fantasized about her again. Someone please help me before I lose control and… and… he could not bear to finish the thought.

"Wh-what are you doing up so late…?" Kenji finally asked her, breaking the silence. "Unless it's already morning…?"

"No, no, it's still nighttime," she informed him, shaking her head. "I just… can't sleep. Yeah. I think I'm suffering from insomnia."

"I'm sorry," he sympathized, raising a brow and wondering why she still continued to sit on the floor. "Isn't it uncomfortable sitting down there?" Yes… Why don't you invite her to sit next to you…? An impish voice inside whispered to him suggestively.

"Oh? Ah, yeah, I forgot about that, heh!" Uriko giggled and slapped her own forehead, then stood up and leisurely walked over to the opposite side of the bed from him, and bounced onto the mattress, distracting him from noticing the wine bottle on the table. "See what being sleep deprived does to you? I-I probably look like a mess too, hehehe…"

"You are as beautiful as always," he answered earnestly, gazing at her with a soft look in his eyes, unable to stop the endearment tone being presented in his voice. "At least, you will always be to me." After experiencing his erotic dream just minutes before, being so close to her made him feel intoxicated, and he found himself focusing on her lips from her sideways-turned profile, wondering how she would react if he leaned over and kissed her, in the platonic way, of course… When she turned her face in his direction, and he caught sight of her current expression, a large lump lodged itself in his throat.

Her eyelids slid down halfway in a luminous, sleepy look that the ninja thought make her seem innocently seductive, and the slow pout that formed over her expression only added to the effect. Dainty, soft pink lips pursed a bit and a shy glint lingered in her chocolate brown eyes, strangely enticing his heart into a quickened pounding rhythm. He recognized that look from when the two friends would train together, and when she won sometimes, the Kenpo student would back flip as her victory pose. On rare occasions, she tripped up in her landing and fell on her face, where she'd then stumble into a standing position, while her hand delicately held her nose, partially covering that same adorable pout she was presently displaying.

"Uriko…" he murmured quietly, an almost pleading tone in his voice, "Don't… don't look at me like that…"

She immediately turned solemn and questioning. "Look at you like what…? I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"I'm the one who should be saying sorry." Kenji curtly cut her off, tight-lipped as a shrill sigh squeezed out from the corner of his mouth. "Your… I…" To hell with this censoring and puzzling remarks, you live only once, right? "…That pout is so alluring that it makes me want to kiss you."

"You… you do?" she blinked in surprise, and then what she said next surprised the both of them; "Well… Maybe I want you to kiss me too."

His head snapped up to attention. "No, you don't."

She quirked a brow at him. "Who are you to tell me what I want or don't want, Kenji? How would you know, you're not me."

"Because…" his dark, cloudy eyes locked onto hers, staring intensely, betraying his conflicting emotions inside. "You make me lose control."

"W-well, I…" Uriko stammered nervously, started to scoot back and her friend followed, moving toward her, his persistence as well as the unrestrained look on his face making her feel intimidated. "Kenji… stop… you're starting to scare me…"

"Don't run now…" the ninja drawled silkily, bending toward her and closing the distance between them in a quick swoop, clamping his hand firmly onto her shoulder. He was tired of trying to keep a leash on his insistent, fiery hormones and lustful emotions, and allowed the naked feelings to reflect in his hazy shadowed pupils. "Darling Riko. Do you really want to experience the forbidden heights of pleasure, have it shared by a mere acquaintance in which you only have a supposed platonic relationship with, such as myself? Am I truly worthy?"

There was very little space separating the two, and the teenage girl released short, mewed gasps in response to his closeness, the flames of his heated breath licking at her perspired skin. "I… I…" it felt difficult to sort through her muddled mind and come up with a coherent response.

"So, do you still want me to kiss you now, knowing what you do to me, shatter my control, make me feel weak…?" he whispered, his nose just barely brushing against her own. "Should I make you feel the same way I do, Uriko, show you how powerless your consciousness is when faced up against your overwhelming desire?"

The feline felt her back pressed along the smooth hardness of the bed's headboard behind her, and she raised timid brown eyes at him, searching his shrouded pupils, seeking an answer behind his spellbinding words. For what seemed like an eternity, the two gazed at each other, silent and unmoving, breathing so quietly as to not disrupt the trance that had taken over them both. Breaking the stillness, Kenji shifted, diminishing what little distance that was separating him from his female companion, and gently met her lips with his. He kissed her with a fierce tenderness that threatened to consume his emotions, yet he kept a tight rein on them, keeping what little control he had over himself.

Uriko… he breathed inwardly, inhaling her sweet scent, her essence teasing and tempting him, and his arms, one on her shoulder and the other hanging by his side, were quivering with anxiety. I pray… I pray that I will have enough willpower to stop myself if you don't want to go any further than this…