AN: This is where I got the idea for Get What You Wanted. It's a completely separate story with a different direction, history, and eventual ending, but I thought it would make one HELL of a side story. Enjoy!
Your Mistress.
The Bet Ch 21
Even in death, her Tsukune didn't look at peace.
His face still held that disgustedly, wretched scowl as Moka held him close to her breast, rocking him back and forth with a feeling of ripping loss she could never imagine having, especially before she met him all those years ago at the Academy. She hadn't deserved that look, had she? Things had been worked out between him for so long now, hadn't they? Even back when they had that fight.
What had happened exactly?
There were so many things going on in her head, in her soul to try and piece together, but all she could do is 'feel' Tsukune's limp cold body in her hands and just want him back. She NEEDED him back so badly. What was her life, her eternity without him? What was her purpose to have a husband, a mate, and lose him shortly after something so painful as him hating her like that? And about what?
Her pride.
She shook her silver hair out of her face, pinching her slitted red eyes closed or those vile, weak tears would come out before she could pull them back.
Yes, they had been fighting and the last fight had been horrible. She had said some things that she had not meant, but she had for a reason! Tsukune was being extremely stubborn and she was not about to back down, be it he was her husband, mate, her love, her soul...
She couldn't!
If she did, it meant...it meant...she had to know her place with him.
As her equal.
That scared her to no end. It was the last symbolic line to cross for her to see him as her true, true mate. Moka hadn't thought there were anymore lines left to cross after he was accepted by her father, but when the reality of bearing children came to play, she found that line of her and him sharing the blood of their families into their children, she had been viciously and adamantly scared of what she had been exposed to as a child. She saw it, her precious babies, creatures that would grow in her womb and cherished being treated like she had.
It would not happen! She would tear down mountains with her hands, call down the heavens and hell to those who would dare do to them what they had done to her!
But first, she had to make sure Tsukune and her were on the same mindset.
No human influence till they were at least at Youkai because of one solid fact: The children could not defend themselves in a human society like they could at the Youkai academy.
With that notion and thought in hand, she had brought up her side of the story to Tsukune, but her mate that understood her, loved her, cherished above any and almost all things looked at her as if she had said something silly. It probably didn't help that as soon as he told her, as he held her, that everything would be fine and he would make sure that everything that happened to her as a child would probably not be as bad as it was with her, she had been utterly livid that he could accept such treatment so casually and not be afraid for their very hearts like she was.
She snapped.
Even as Outer Moka, she had been so unequivocally scared that she closed her eyes and made him promise her, right then and there, that their babies would not be exposed to human schools, human people, human family...anything until after they had grown up around a monster's environment first and were able to defend themselves accordingly.
He still told her no.
Right then and there, Outer Moka snapped off her Rosario and used Inner Moka to show Tsukune how serious she was about this.
Tsukune didn't know he had literally walked into a one sided brawl he was completely taken off guard and sucker punched with. Inner Moka snarled, actually snarled at him that there was no way she would allow him to let their children suffer the cruel pettiness, the bias discrimination of their children to people who should be beaten to a pulp for their lack of sensitivity, for their snobbish brow beating of someone who wanted to be like them so badly, that she actually had to curb herself and appear weaker just to be accepted.
What kind of life was that?
No, it would not happen. It couldn't happen! She forbid it!
After that fight, though, Kurumu had called because she had some news to share with Tsukune and her. She missed her friend and her outlandish ways with her Tsukune, but right now was not the time to put up with her face diving her beloved man into her breasts, crying at the top of her lungs how much her Destined One needed her when there were so many important things to talk about.
As much as she hated to admit it, when the lines in dirt were drawn, she knew she had used shock to purposely get Tsukune to change his mind to look at things at her point of view and agree to them. She had never considered he would stick his heels in the ground and out right refused. Moka had never had to dig herself further and further into a hole that she couldn't get herself out of.
Her pride wouldn't allow it.
So when the night of her and her Tsukune had come to an impasse, she was even surprised at herself when the words, "If you won't allow my children to be raised outside of a human's influence, then I'll have someone else give me children I can raise how I like and without you."
It just seemed like the right thing to say to hurt him enough to just say, 'Okay, Moka. You win.'
He had looked at her with such indignant horror that she was sure the conversation was over, however it had the reaction she should have guessed now that she had time to think it over. Especially when she did the one thing that sounded outright childish and foolish in her mind now that things have been recovered from that time.
She had meant to hurt him by wounding the idea of not raising children, but she had not considered that by using that threat, she was throwing so many emotional, mental, and physiological bombs at him she had really set herself in deep at the verbal overkill.
What had started off as something considered to be relatively mild in it's infancy, became a gluttonous pride filled deluge that she could not hold back without saying she was wrong and would forfeit her standing on her position.
The daughter to Akashiya just wouldn't!
So she kept herself to her word and continued to do what she threatened to do and with the first person that came to mind.
Morioka Ginei.
It was the only name should think of that was close to them in friendship and was perverse enough to put physical and bodily wants before their friendship. Inner Moka called him on her cell phone, in front of Tsukune with Kurumu on her way to take them out to dinner to share some exciting news. As sure as the sun would right that morning, Moka could see the shock and disbelief in her mate's face as she talked politely and suggestively to Gin, giving every hint and hope that there was more then dinner in mind. Then she pulled an ultimate trump card that her Tsukune had no defense against: he had the pleasure of three other woman to satisfy his carnal needs so why shouldn't she have at least one more?
What was even worse was that Gin would accept her invitation and follow through!
Where had this idea of hers come from? Why had it taken this turn? Why wasn't Tsukune ready to throttle her for even bringing it up? Why had he not brought up the fact that it was her who had pushed the idea for him to share the beds of their friends and hers alone?
Sadly, he looked at her with those forest creature wide wounded eyes, unable to stop her from stabbing him over and over again with her verbally piercing promises if he didn't change his mind. She couldn't stop! It just came so easy for her, to be this cruel and uncaring, offering no yield in her ability to corkscrew into his soul and bleed him into an emotional lifeless husk.
But he still told her no.
The last straw had been to call Gin in front of him, make him see that she was serious if he didn't change his mind. That had been the worst for her, because Kurumu had shown up to retrieve them for their date, but she left with only him. They went who knows where to suffer her own prideful repercussions.
There was nothing to stop her from keeping her word to herself when it came time to follow through. Everything was happening so fast and Tsukune wasn't there to stop her! How did it go again? That night, what was she doing? Where was Tsukune with Kurumu when there was so much that needed to be unsaid and smoothed over? She couldn't let things get this far, so badly, and so quickly chaotic, but why couldn't she stop herself from putting make up on as she looked in the mirror to see how beautiful she looked to enjoy a date with another man!
How did that night go...
Moka was standing in front of her bedroom mirror looking at herself.
One finger smoothed the cherry red lipstick over her lips evenly, blotted, and followed by a spritz of the perfume Tsukune liked so much. Eyeshadow, hair, dress, the slinky black dress that always made Tsukune look at her hungrily, sheer black stockings and even blacker heels. Yes, everything was perfect and she looked undeniable. This is exactly what she would do for herself when she prepared herself for a night with her love before a date and it always ended the same way. Her Tsukune would be only too eager to almost rip it off of her and begin one of their delicious all night love making sessions.
Now she was wearing it for another man.
She felt nervous, scared and a little bit sick to her stomach.
Stupid Tsukune! Why are you making me do this?
He was usually so thoughtful and understanding! Why couldn't he see that they were both vampires now? Their children would be vampires. What possible sense did it make to have them raised as humans? She knew all too well the pain of being the outsider surrounded by those who would never acknowledge what you were. Those times had been the most painful and lonely of her whole life. She was not going to let her children suffer that!
She winced a bit remembering her other side's harsh words to him, but harsh or not it was what she felt and Tsukune was being insensitive and unyielding. That was the only reason she was doing this. Truthfully, she had no desire at all for any other man but him. His love, his touch, his affection satisfied her in every possible way a woman could want a man to. The young Akashiya Moka desired no other man but her Tsukune. Her other self had brought up the fact he was intimate with others just as a means of pressuring him into agreeing to give up his silly notions. Her inner self had fully expected that just the threat of her taking other lovers would be enough. When Tsukune had not caved in though she had been forced to act.
Her pride would not allow her to simply back down when she had to compete her pride against Tsukune's.
The door bell chimed and she started, nearly falling over herself as if the sound was a death toll.
Her date was here.
She rubbed her hands together nervously as she went to answer the door, deliberately putting on an inviting smile on her face and forced herself to look eager as she opened he door.
There he was, Gin, standing there in a black silk shirt that had three buttons open, looking suave and devastatingly sexy. His smile didn't have to look forced. In his hands he held not only a bottle of red wine but a bouquet of pink roses. His eyes immediately looked her up and down, lingering on her breasts with unhidden desire.
A wolfish smile grew in appreciation at her choice of attire.
Her instinct was to cover up and yell at him for being a pervert, however she forced herself to motion for him to enter. This was what she had called him for, wasn't it?
"Welcome Gin. Won't you please come in? I have dinner ready."
"Thank you for calling me, Moka," he told her as he crossed the threshold of her and Tsukune's home.
She took the bundle of roses thankfully enough when he handed them to her, but held onto the wine. "It took a lot longer than I expected but I'm very glad you finally came around."
"Came around?" She asked worriedly.
He leaned in close, his smoldering brown eyes looking at her oh so hungrily. He smelled nice and she knew he was close enough to her to take in the perfume her boyfriend, her mate, her love had found so enticing.
"You finally realizing I was a much better match for a beauty like you. Did you know Moka-chan, pink roses symbolize the beginning of a new romance?"
She blushed furiously and stepped back to put some distance between them. "Ah, I… I'll get some water for these!" She fled into the kitchen with as much dignity and poise as she could muster without seeming like she was trying to.
Stand your ground, you weakling! This is what we promised to Tsukune. If he won't listen to us, then it is best we have the stomach to do as we said we would. However, Inner Moka's voice sounded shallow when Gin's hands could be felt with just his eyes.
This isn't good! Not good at all! Moka thought back, panicked. Gin was taking advantage of the whole scenario and not holding any stops to use it in his favor. Yet she was trapped by her pride, by her threats, but to do this now and go this far? After the show she'd put on for Tsukune there was no way she could just ask him to leave. As she put the roses into a vase and filled it with water. Setting it as a centerpiece for the table, she tried desperately to come up with a way to handle this so that it could just be a date to put pressure on Tsukune, but keep her newspaper sempai at arms distance.
When she came away from the table, she found Gin seated on the couch after taking a couple glasses from the dinner table. He carefully poured out some wine, filling them about half full and palming both between his large fingers. Seeing her fidgeting with the roses, he patted the spot beside him for to sit.
"The dinner smells wonderful Moka, it's been awhile since a girl has made me a candle lit meal." Gin offered a deep inhale of the aromas coming off the table with a hearty exhale, but he turned his attention from the table to the long length of pink tresses spilling from her head down the svelte lines of her back to her gorgeous globes of her ass.
"How about we have a little quiet conversation first?" He gave her a wolfish grin that was handsome and darkly intimate. She was sure put to use on any girl that was even barely interested or semi willing it would have made their hearts thump like crazy, but it only made her want to run. Once more though, her pride wouldn't allow it.
Swallowing and wondering what she was going to do she sat down on the couch, just a bit further away from him then where he patted.
"This is how it should have always been Moka-chan," he spoke in a low intimate voice, his eyes looking back into the past with remembered melancholy. Catching her jade green eyes with his striking brown one's, he braved letting one finger glide over the side of her bare arms. "Tsukune was never worthy of you. I have desired you from the first moment I ever saw you."
"Ah, well that's very nice Gin. It would mean more if that weren't true of every pretty girl you've ever laid eyes on." She flinched away, but it didn't deter him at all.
"Moka, you know you were always special to me. I didn't treat you like just another girl." He took a long slow sip of wine, licking his lips when he put the glass down from between them to see her.
"That's true," she admitted, fidgeting with the glass cradled in both of her hands, swirling the drink uncomfortably. "When I told you I wasn't interested you tried to trick me by framing Tsukune. If I remember correctly, after that you tried to attack me and force me to be your woman."
He laughed, not embarrassed in the slightest. If anything, he found the whole act amusing as if to give him credit for his place as a sexual predator.
"Okay, I admit I might have went a little overboard when we first met."
"A little?" She couldn't believe he took his position of that time in their history so casually.
"But it was only because of your incredible beauty, your bountiful feminine charm, that I could only go to those extremes. Can you blame any man who sees you to want you so hungrily? I always wanted you to be mine, and now," He placed a hand on her knee and slid his hand up her thigh, "you finally are."
She stopped his hand with her own to prevent him going any further.
"Gin, I think you've got the wrong idea about what's going on," she said quickly, trying to avoid how he was shifting his weight closer to her.
"Oh I think I understand things just fine," he murmured huskily, leaning his taller frame over her's, tilting in a way that promised in the next few seconds a kiss was inevitable if she didn't put a stop to it. "You calling me out of the blue. The candles, that dress, your perfume, those heels," he growled with barely checked restraint, "It's obvious; you've realized being Tsukune was always a mistake and that I am the one you really want, that you need to fulfill you in ways he never could."
"No, that's not what's going on, Gin." She told him nervously, edging as far away from him as possible. "Tsukune is my mate, and we have most definitely not broken up, so I am not asking you to be my boyfriend!"
Gin blinked in sudden obvious confusion, stopping himself. "Then why did you call me over?"
"Well, you see, we had a fight," she admitted uncomfortably, but mentioning about children would definitely put Gin off. She knew that the mere word would make her main threat to Tsukune run for the hills at the mention of parenting and little babies being raised a certain way, so another believable fixation came to mind that she was sure Gin would not have a problem comprehending. "I told him that I didn't think it very fair that he got to enjoy the services of a harem while he expected me to be faithful to him. I also told him that I had the right to have lovers too and that I could take you if I wanted."
"Oh, now I get it," he said momentarily deflated, but his mood was still very positive and he looked anything but regretful. "So you only want me as a lover and not to be your man." He sighed in mock disappointment. "Well, it's going to be tough being used just for my body, but I guess I can settle for that if it means I finally get to be with you." He crossed the distance to her and tried to kiss her.
"Ah," She pushed him away and jumped to her feet. Whatever her prideful words were before hand, her body and heart were definitely having a second change of heart and disposition. It was easier to say she was going to do one thing and a completely different thing to have the conviction to complete it.
"What?" He asked her looking even more confused, gathering himself to his feet and following her. "Didn't you just say you wanted to take me as your lover?"
She blushed and began to fidget. She had hadn't she?
He slowly approached her with his charming smile and relaxed voice, soothing her back from the edginess he could see starting to tremble in her eyes and hands. "It's okay Moka-chan," he told her easily, casually. "There's no need to be nervous or embarrassed about this. You're not leaving Tsukune and you just want me on the side. I'm all right with that." He chuckled disarmingly, as if it was a great strain on himself that he was willing to sacrifice for her. "I can be discreet and I won't cause you any problems. We can meet up whenever you like, wherever you like, and I promise you'll enjoy every second we spend together."
The taller man in her home, the house of her mate where memories were created night after night and securities were built and enjoyed, was now well within her personal space, mesmerizing her with his voice, lulling her with the calming gestures of his hands and thoughtful look in his eyes. His pheromones were coming off him in waves and, to her surprise, it wasn't an unpleasant thing.
She actually found it somewhat desirable and, dare she admit, inviting in a way then her mate's mannerisms and scent.
Would it be so bad to have a man like Gin every now and then? She thought to herself suddenly, taking her own threat to heart with a seriousness she had not considered till now. If anything, Gin was as handsome a man as they came with a beguiling charm that she, until now never considered, but wouldn't mind enjoying from time to time.
If she was going to make her promise to Tsukune work, she HAD to at least make it as believable as possible she would go through with it.
He's not really forcing me and he is being gentle, she forced the thought through her guard, trying to get herself mentally and emotionally prepared for more nights to come should Tsukune need more of a realization of how close he was to making her complete her promise.
Every good weapon needs to be tested before it can be brandished. What we are doing now is nothing more then preparing for the time we actually have to use it against our mate should the need arise. Her inner self voiced in affirmation.
"You're right; if Tsukune gets to be with Kurumu, Mizore and the others it's only fair that you get to have a little something extra too." Gin's voiced lowered to a hauntingly low timbre, easing his own masculine voice over her musically. He reached out and grazed his hands over the fabric at her hips, pulling her close, so close so slowly that it felt more comfortable then she ever thought she would allow herself to be with another man, especially one who had attacked her so many years ago.
Gin definitely had a way around a woman that made it hard for her to say no.
If Tsukune has everyone else, who do I have? Can't I have some of the same when he is enjoying the bodies of other women?
Outer Moka could feel her inner self agreeing to her own introspective thoughts.
"Dinner looks wonderful, Moka-chan, and I'm sure it would have been excellent, however I think there is something else I'd rather sink my teeth into that I have been absolutely famished for as long as I've had the honor of being in your presence." Gin lowered his chin to her's and kissed her.
At first, she flinched backwards, pulling herself away from him, but the wall behind her and his relenting movement forward caught her lips open to his in mid protest. That her mouth was parted only encouraged his kiss to slid his lips over hers, even being so bold to dart his tongue over the velvety soft candy flavor of hers.
A surprised gasp was swallowed by his moan, blurring the lines of her defense that she shouldn't be kissing another man, but there she was with his tongue in her mouth. What made it worse, was the reality that she was, indeed, enjoying it.
Gin had an undeniable manipulation when it came to kissing and then there was the way his right hand was cupping her fine' bottom, his left was grazing over the front of her blouse, enticing her nipples to react to him.
His heat was doing weird things to her's, pulling taut lingering tickles that was building in her womb and loins. His touch was so much different then Tsukune's; it was so forceful, so dominating, so uncommonly knowing what he could do to her.
Maybe it won't be so hard to fulfill my threat to Tsukune after all, she thought to her inner self, feeling another stir of agreements from her silver haired side, when she found herself for the briefest moments, for the smallest span of a heart beat kissing Gin back and allowing herself to settle into the comfort of her arguing words to her mate. Tsukune was enjoying things like this as well and often, so it would well be within her rights to know what it felt to enjoy kisses like this, touches like this from another man.
...however...
Her mate didn't want to and she had pushed that issue onto him without really asking him. Her Tsukune adamantly told her that he would forsake all women for her, so why wasn't she doing the same thing at this moment?
Pride or no pride, that thought alone was very, very sobering.
Tsukune would hate me if I did anything more!
"LET GO OF ME!" She screamed and pushed him away with all her strength. Gin stumbled gracelessly, falling back onto the couch with a loud thump that scraped the feet of the couch over the wooden flooring noisily. Moka took several steps away from him and placed a hand menacingly on her rosario. "Don't do that again! If you try anything, I swear I'll release my inner self and let her beat you to a pulp!"
"Hey! What's with that attitude?" Gin collected himself and snapped at her angrily. It was one thing to deny him and have him try to earn more of her favor, but this vicious one eighty was highly uncalled for. "Don't act like I suddenly came here to attack you! You invited me, remember? And before you get mad at me about being forward, look at how you're dressed! If that's not a 'fuck me' dress then I've never seen one! Also, don't you dare say you weren't enjoying that kiss as much as I was, because I didn't force your tongue into my mouth!"
She looked embarrassed, because he was so right in all of his accusations. It still did not take her hand from her rosario.
Looking back at the situation, she realized she wasn't grasping her rosario to keep Gin away from her, but due to the fact she was too scared to deny him in the skin she was in now. As her outer self, she was not as thick skinned or insensitive enough to push away a man she was just inviting.
Her humiliation was all but complete. She had shown herself her place and she was lacking.
"Gin, I am very sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. The fact is I wanted to have dinner with you and talk. I only wanted to talk."
Back stepping like this was utterly devestating to her Inner self's pride, but she couldn't continue on without knowingly destroying what was between her and Tsukune. Yes, she still wanted to hold her ground, but not like this.
There had to be another way.
"That's not what you said just two seconds ago! Hell, that wasn't even what we were doing or what you were enjoying! You can't fake those noises you were making so don't get fucking righteous with me now that you might be feeling some guilt." He told her accusingly, snapping off his impatience and revealing his own indignation of her that demanded she make amends.
"I'm sorry," she repeated softly, but it was a hollow apology that lead him to believe that he was just a game piece and nothing more.
He stared at her a moment, events ticking off in his mind, eventually understanding dawned in his eyes. "Oh now I get it. This has nothing to do with me at all, does it? You're just flirting with me to try and make Tsukune jealous aren't you?" He sounded disgusted, although he had used the same tactics for other women, it was a completely different tale when they were used on him. "Well thanks for trying to use me, but I think I'll be going."
He rounded away from her and made a beeline for the door.
"Gin wait! I'm really sorry I misled you. Tsukune and I had an awful fight and things just sort of got out of hand. Before I knew it I'd called you and I… well I didn't know what to do after that." As much of a strong front she had prepared to overwhelm Tsukune, being faced with the reality and the actions of her own promises had proven she was the weaker of the two and that the consequences were definitely more then what she was ready for.
"Do me a favor Moka? The next time you try and make a vampire jealous and angry don't call me. I even had a date with twins lined up for tonight. Twins!" He had a hand on the doorknob and by his own desire to help his friends and divert his own lusts was a powerful act of discipline and self sacrifice on his part.
His ego had taken one hell of a beating and now he was expected to just let it go?
"Please, Gin." Outer Moka let go of her rosario and held her hands up like he had just not so long ago, disarming his desire to flee and just listen. "I… I have dinner made though and I really would like you to stay so we could talk. As friends. Please? I really need to talk to someone right now and I don't want to go to any of the girls. I made a mistake and I'm sorry for hurting you, but, please, I really don't want anyone else to know this. I still need someone who isn't sleeping with my mate who will take me seriously."
He looked at her, his decision to go and stay on the cusp of going this way or that.
Finally he nodded with an aggravated growl, unable to turn away from those soulful green eyes that had captivated him and had been his very few female friend that he couldn't deny, especially in this state. "Okay, but seriously you owe me big time for this." He then muttered under his breath, stomping over to a chair and pulling it for Moka to sit with a stilted gesture of his hand. "I wonder if Lisa and Misa would meet with me tomorrow."
Plates were filled and glasses brought back to the table and topped off.
When he wasn't being a rutting, horny wolf in man's clothing, Gin was a surprisingly good listener.
Then they talked, even going as far as her admitting her desires to raise children as she wanted and denying Tsukune's children the heritage he was brought up with. Gin told her flat out that if she didn't want to have children around human's or see them raised as her mate was, why didn't she just take her highschool sweetheart as a lover and find someone else when she was through playing games and get serious with her life?
It wouldn't do for Gin to have the moral high ground when he was just above instincts that didn't involve rutting every available or unavailable female in sight.
When he left, she gave him a kiss on the cheek as a thanks for listening and being so patient with her.
She really was sorry for leading him on, but at the same time she had to admit everything was her fault and that it was her own undoing that made her plans blow up in her face when reality struck home. An even harder reality was when night became morning and her Tsukune had not returned from his date with Kurumu. She had no delusions that they were probably somewhere, making comforting love to help his wounded ego that she had purposely damaged. As much as she said it would be okay, it was not what she had in mind when she pushed her Tsukune away only to receive the comfort of another woman, especially one as willing as Kurono Kurumu.
There were things that the succubus was more then willing to compensate to Tsukune as a partner or 'Destined One' that Inner and Outer Moka would have trouble keeping up with should he decide to take her offers seriously.
"Where is he?" she worried her fingers together, eventually deciding to change out of her dress into pajamas and start putting dishes and uneaten food away for later. They had a lot to talk about and it was hard to do when the man that meant the most to her was away thinking that she was doing things that she was not...or almost did, but didn't.
He had to know that the threat wasn't carried out...but did he have to know how close it almost was?
Settling herself on the couch by the door, Moka tied her hair up into a pony tail, then pulled a blanket over herself and settled against a pillow on the arm of the furniture. As much as she knew Kurumu would do anything and everything well within her ability to nurture him back from the fight they had, she wanted to be sure that she was the first thing he saw without Gin when he walked in.
Now, all she had to do was explain that nothing happened and they could still work things out. That something almost and could have happened was an admission she was not too eager to divulge, but she hoped above hope that was a matter that could be avoided and he just come back to her and apologize.
It was possible after all, wasn't it?