Let's see how they live as regular humans. Some names have been changed, like 'Mutsunokami' to 'Mutsu' and 'Tonbokiri' to 'Tonbo', since this is an AU.

Check In

"Can I check you out?" Mutsu set his elbow on the library's front desk and wriggled his eyebrows at Sen.

She turned to the computer on her left. Where did he come up with that pick-up line? "Sir, if you don't need anything...there are other patrons in line."

He pouted and then sighed. She didn't mind seeing him yesterday; they kissed between an aisle of bookcases and he whispered sweet nothings by her ear. Her back tingled as his hand ran down her spine.

"Do you want to come to my dorm?" Mutsu said.

"I will," she said. She kept her gaze off him; she didn't want to blush. "Soon."

After her shift ended, Sen exited the library. Mutsu, waiting by the entrance, smiled at her. Her long black skirt was new; Rinko passed this garment down to her.

"Ready to go, Sen-chan?"

She clutched her backpack's straps. They had been together for years, yet hearing that nickname in public set off a knee-jerk reaction. Anyone who saw them would know they were a couple. As freshmen, they took the same history class taught by Professor Chouson. Mutsu's accent reminded her of the countryside she was born in, the home and family she left behind to pursue her studies. His cheer and laughter was irresistible.

As they walked towards his dormitory, Mutsu chatted about his day and the upcoming rugby match against a longtime rival. Of course, Sen watched his games from the bleachers; she'd never skip a chance to watch men tackling each other and getting muddy. She fantasized about him taking her in that dirtied, tight uniform, right after a match. He could expel leftover aggression and determination onto her. He could have her in the locker room, if he wanted.

Once inside his room, Sen sat on a chair. This time, the pile of books on his desk were about trains. Last week, the texts focused on astronomy. As far as he was concerned, he'd borrow anything from the library that piqued his curiosity.

"You want to watch somethin'? I got new snacks we can try." His hands massaged her stiff shoulders.

"Keep doing that, Mu-chan." Sen closed her eyes. He rubbed her nape, her back in circles. His palms and the tip of his fingers smoothed some of the knots under her skin. During their time as lovers, he figured out where she needed attention. This warmth of his, tingling all over her, was all too familiar. She slumped forward as he continued.

"How was your day?" Mutsu's voice was low and soft.

"Fine." It was an average day: she attended a class, worked, and was with her partner.

"How can I make it better?" he whispered it by her ear.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Sen wouldn't say it; despite all the things they did to each other, the things they would do to each other, she wouldn't echo his crassness. She had to preserve her dignity.

"How 'bout we go to bed?" He unbuttoned her top, exposing her bra. She straightened up when his hand slipped over her breast. He squeezed her until her nipples hardened; only then did he take his hands off her.

Sen lie on his mattress while he stood by the bedside. Mutsu pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, exposing his chiseled form. His fingers combed through his messy hair. She could watch him like this all day. When he lifted weights, his biceps flexed, showing off how huge they were. After a long workout, his abs and back glistened with sweat and his wide chest heaved. His hair clung to his back and shoulder blades. She wanted nothing more then to pounce him while he washed up in the shower.

Sen pulled her skirt up, revealing her black pantyhose.

"You're wearin' those again?" he chuckled.

"I hand washed them," she said. Last week, Mutsu jerked himself off over her legs. He left a trail of come all over her stockings. He couldn't help himself when she looked so sexy.

"I'll try not to dirty them again." He ran a hand up her legs and grazed his nails along her inner thighs. He slipped her panties off. She wasn't wet yet.

They worked together to pleasure her. All those hands and fingers on her lower lips rubbed, squeezed, and caressed those folds. When their digits intertwined with each other, their skin squelched from all her wetness. Mutsu lapped up the juices seeping out of her; the urge to taste her was irresistible. Sen tightened and heated up as waves of pleasure ran through her.

"Heh, we're not done yet." He could never forget her breasts. After her top and bra were removed, Mutsu switched between sucking and kissing her nipple. Every time he latched on to her, his tongue swirled around her areola. The tip of his teeth grazed her nub and his lips curled into a smile when she gasped.

This was what they did when they began being intimate. At first, it was foreplay and oral sex. Sen had touched every inch of those abs. Mutsu's muscles grew bigger and firmer with each year. After he worked out, she rubbed his tired muscles. Or, she was on her knees, sucking him off and watching him tense above her. When she was underneath him, his arm flexed as he stroked his cock over her breasts. Seeing, feeling him undone as his thighs trembled and the semen landed on her, because of her, was the greatest gift in the world.

"I-I should be ready, Mu-chan," Sen said. "Do you have a condom?"

"I'll get one." His saliva trailed down her breast. He retrieved a packet from his desk drawer and started undoing his pants. "You remember the first time we tried puttin' one on?"

Sen attempted to put the condom on. She covered the head of his cock and tried to roll it over the shaft. She thought she could put the rubber on like a seductress in porn, but the lube was too sticky and slippery for her fingers. Mutsu laughed the entire time, his member shaking. Then, she shoved the condom down and it snapped. There she was, kneeling in front of him as he guffawed, with the condom hanging from his cock. In hindsight, Sen would've laughed, but she was worried about using protection.

After the condom and lube were applied, Mutsu climbed on top of her. He rubbed her legs, feeling the smooth stockings.

Sen parted her legs and lie back as he slipped his member in her. He entered her smoothly, without any pinch. His thumb rubbed circles around her clitoris as he slowly started rocking back and forth. Sen wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling those hot, hard muscles relaxing and tensing with each thrust.

"You want to go harder?" He leaned over her, his face an inch away from hers. The ends of his bangs touched her forehead. His amber eyes twinkled with mirth, egging her on to give the answer they wanted.

"Yes, Mu-chan." She cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips pressed tightly against the other. They lingered like that, their tongues reached into the other's mouth, trying to get the most out of their lover. Mutsu broke the kiss, gasping to breathe. Saliva trailed down her chin.

"You're hungry." He grinned as he gripped her hips. "Hopefully, this'll be good enough for you, Sen-chan."

He quickened the pace of his thrusts, hitting those places that were her most sensitive. Sen gripped the bed sheets and cried out once. She tensed up as the pleasure built up within her loins.

"You're fuckin' hot like this, with your bouncin' tits, that sweet ass." He smacked the side of her bottom. That one sting of pain, mingled with all of his desire, made her tighten one more time. Her pleasure was released and her whole body shook with ecstasy. Sen's legs locked him in place, disallowing him to go anywhere until her orgasm finished.

Mutsu had every intention of staying here; he was in the centre of all this lovemaking. He dug his nails into her thighs and grunted as he came, trembling slightly while he was ensnared by her.

Some moments later, when her climax receded, Sen's legs relaxed and rested on the bed.

Mutsu slipped out of her. The condom on him dripped with their fluids. After discarding the rubber, he lie next to her, catching his breath. Sen rolled onto her side and lie her head against his chest. He was warmer than any blanket.

"Heh, that was fun." He put an arm around her. Her stockings were still dry. She could walk outside without any evidence of sex on her. "What're you thinkin' about, Sen-chan?"

"I can stay a little longer." The Ashina relatives she lived with would understand. She and Mutsu could continue watching that Bakumatsu documentary series on his laptop or make love again. They had their whole lives to look forward to. Whatever lay in the future, they had each other as companions.