As Bright as a Thousand Suns
By SMYGO4EVA
It was only a matter of time before they crossed paths again; she was aware of that much.
Saya stood in the empty classroom, the sunset cascading everything in blood red. She held her sword close, eyes narrowed, and she looked upon the magician Hisoka, standing right before her.
"Oh, it hasn't been that long, has it, little Saya?." Hisoka spoke, his low voice lilting, a smile growing on his face.
Saya grit her teeth, anger, and revulsion bubbling in her chest. Her hand curled around the handle of her sword tightly with a second thought. "You. I was hoping I wouldn't see you of all people ever again."
Hisoka only chuckled. "Now, is that any way to greet a friend of yours? Especially someone who has helped you in more ways than one."
Saya bit her lip, flashes of their previous encounter right before her eyes. Her hands tingled at the memory of the magician's touch on her flesh, the feel of him on her skin, inside of her.
She shuddered, but she stood her ground. "You led me here, didn't you? What else would you tell me to find Fumito here? I take it you have something to gain from all of this."
Hisoka crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, the window curtains billowing next to him. "You're catching on, Saya. If I hadn't, I wouldn't ever have a chance to meet you." The magician replied, his eyes staring at hers. "You have so much potential."
"I know." Saya retorted, straightening her stance, "You've made a name for yourself too." She walked over, steadying her steps deliberately, and stopping just right in front of Hisoka. "What happened between us was transactional, nothing more and nothing less."
"Oh I'm aware, little Saya." Hisoka spoke, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, as if recalling a fond memory. "It's how I operate, otherwise how would I know if you'll be a good enough toy to play with."
Saya grimaced, clenching her fists, fighting to urge to cut him down where he stood.
"Spare me all the nonsense, why are you here, Hisoka?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough." A familiar voice rang out and the door opened right behind Saya.
Saya turned around, and her breath hitched. Hisoka laughed as he straightened himself and focused his attention on whoever was joining them.
Two people she never thought she would see again, and yet, those she had been searching for all this time.
"Yuka…"
Yuka stood before Saya, her eyes cold and focused, her hands by her sides, and her expression bored. "You're too stubborn for your own good, Saya."
A hush fell over the room, and Saya didn't know what to think. She stared the other woman down, without blinking, even as so many questions boiled in her chest.
"Oh she is, always rushing into situations that could get a normal human torn asunder. It wouldn't hurt to catch up now, wouldn't it?"
Another voice broke the silence, a very familiar male voice rung in Saya's ears.
A man walked in, and she thought everything would melt and fade away before she could even get her hands on him.
Fumito. In the flesh.
"Well, it sure took you two long enough to show up." Hisoka said, acknowledging their presence.
"Apologies; we had some pressing matters to attend to first." Fumito chuckled slightly, and he turned his focus on Saya, quirking his lips upwards in a calculated smile.
"Fumito…" Saya spat out, her voice shaking, her eyes turning red, and her hands on the sheath of her sword, just eager to open.
"Saya, it certainly has been a while, hasn't it? There is just so much to catch up on." The man spoke, his voice calm and collected.
"Fumito, what is the meaning of this?" Saya demanded, her form shaking in barely repressed rage. "Why are you here? Why Yuka, and why is the magician here?"
Pause.
"Answer me!"
"My, what a temper you have, little Saya. It seems that I'm the only one who can tame you, it seems." Hisoka replied, intrigue and excitement tinged in his voice.
"Oh, no question Hisoka." Fumito remarked. "You certainly gave what it takes; one step from me and she would cut me down without hesitation."
Yuka nodded. "It's different with you, Hisoka, and it appears we'll have to test that theory again."
Saya's breath hitched, the rage in her replaced with confusion, hesitation, and dread. "What? What are you all talking about?"
Before she could answer, she heard footsteps, and then she felt strong arms wrap around her from behind. She knew it was the magician; his scent of sweet blood filled her nostrils, and her hand moved from her sword.
"Little Saya, you're so tense, so much anger and heartbreak; it looks like you'll need me to forget for a while, wouldn't you say?" Hisoka asked, his mouth barely an inch from her ear.
Almost as if by a wordless command, Saya couldn't move. She felt her body tense up in the magician's grasp, an ache forming between her legs from just hearing his low, oily, and soft voice.
His lips brushed against her earlobe, and she couldn't help but emit a short gasp out of her throat, heat twisting inside.
"Oh this should be interesting to see with my very own eyes." Fumito grinned, eager curiosity in his voice. He leaned against the wall close to the door, watching closely, almost as if observing a scientific experiment take place.
"This should be somewhat entertaining; do show us your ways, Hisoka." Yuka replied, sitting down on a nearby desk, crossing her legs.
"Oh, it would be my pleasure."
Just as she heard those treacherous words, what felt like a chill spiked up her back, Saya soon found herself on the hard ground, banging her head lightly. She grunted in pain, the world around her spinning, and she felt herself being turned onto her back.
Hisoka lowered himself on top of her, and straddled her waist; a lustful, seductive glimmer in his eyes. He leaned in close, and in spite of her revulsion, Saya couldn't help but lift her head so that his lips brushed against her ear.
"Don't deny it, little Saya. You'll only get hurt if you resist this; How else am I supposed to have any fun with you?" Hisoka whispered, one of his hands trailed down her chest, tearing open her shirt, her breasts bare and open to for him to see.
His other hands moved under her skirt, pulling her soaked undergarments to the side; he could smell her arousal, and she knew he was ready to claim her, as his hardened cock pressed against the inside of her leg..
Saya wanted to speak, to scream and yell, but she couldn't; her pulse thrummed beneath his touch, as his fingers buried themselves into her hair. She gasped as the magician shoved her legs apart, moving to unsheathe himself of his trousers, and revealed his engorged member to her.
He grinned fiendishly as then he started to stroke himself, letting out intermittent low moans and quick breaths. Saya shuddered under his gaze, but she then let out a whimper when his other hand moved to between her legs. His fingers teased her wet folds, pushing them apart to insert a finger deep inside.
Hisoka let out a soft moan as he pushed his finger in and out of Saya's soaking core, all the while stroking his cock before her. "Oooh, you feel just as tight as ever; I just can't wait to break you again. I just have to get us both warmed up first."
Saya squirmed beneath Hisoka, gritting her teeth, and shutting her eyes tight. Her heart and body were fire at his touch; hatred, revulsion, and an undeniable arousal mixed together inside her. Everything was clawing, grasping, and building deep inside her, and she didn't know how much more she could take.
She seized up when she felt the tip of the magician's cock rub her wet folds, and her eyes snapped open.
The magician still held that grin upon his features, even as he pulled his finger out of her wet core, licking up her juices. He reached out a hand, cupping her chin, firmly lifting her face, and held her gaze.
His eyes were dark with heat; her stomach tightened, with an aching need coiling in her core.
Just before she could utter a single word, Hisoka pulled Saya's hips close to him, and thrust himself inside of her. Saya arched her back and let out a startled gasp, the pain and pleasure coalescing, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
"Oh my, I never thought she could do that; how fascinating." Fumito spoke up finally, shifting where he stood.
Saya craned her head to see where Fumito was, but Hisoka grabbed her face and turned her attention back to him, just as he began to push himself in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
"Ah ah ah, little Saya, you should be focusing on me; I want to see your face as I give you such delicious torment." The magician crooned, and then he leaned in and captured her lips with his.
Saya squirmed beneath him, her hands grasping his arms, her nails biting into his skin. She could only reciprocate his kiss; voluptuous abandon encroached upon her, and she was on the precipice. His mouth was hot and wet, she was caught by his honey-dripping hushed whispers.
"It appears she's giving in, Fumito." Yuka observed, her voice still methodical and mechanical.
"Indeed."
Amidst her growing pants and whimpers, Saya still heard every word Fumito and Yuka said, and she couldn't help feeling the urge to vomit. She didn't care, she didn't need or want to care. All that mattered to her was what Hisoka embroiled her in, and she wasn't going to lay down and take everything he had to give her.
Saya pulled back from the kiss, and wrapped her arms around Hisoka, sweet pain building and boiling. Her legs hooked themselves around his waist, and her mouth pressed and panted on the magician's sweat-slicked neck. She bit down on his flesh, only enough for his blood to fall upon her tongue.
Hisoka gasped and moaned in pleasure tinged with pain. "Oh, fuck yes, Saya, oh fuck yes." He groaned out, emphasizing each word with a jolting thrust. Saya couldn't help but pull away, gasping out and quaking, pushing her hips back onto his, her core filled with his quivering cock.
Such deep dark resonated within her, as Saya soon lost herself into the bliss that made her forget even her own name, each shuddering ripple sending waves of pleasure. Hisoka's claw-like fingers traced the curves of her breasts, his nails marking soft skin with rose-red cuts and bluish purple bruises.
"Whoa, there's the bloodlust we all know and love."
"She's definitely a monster, but one who so effortlessly tamed."
It was all red, everything was blood-red, and Saya's eyes glowed red as Hisoka kept giving her such pleasure she had never even dreamed of. His fingers strummed her nipples erect, pale pink rosebuds, tugging them and teasing them.
The magician kept moaning and panting, his mouth hot on her neck, and Saya found herself nearing such sweet completion. He was getting close to the release he wanted just as much as she did. Her mouth tasted copper and cherry wine, filled to the brim, and burning, coiling, and building delicious agony.
Just as Fumito and Yuka watched, Saya suddenly threw back her head, such tightening and supple agony snapped inside her. A high-pitched, choked cry escaped her swollen soft lips; she never wanted to let go. Hisoka grasped her tightly, and moaned, low and satisfied, as he released his white heat inside her core.
Anything and everything was white, and then shimmered into the crimson hues of the sunset that lit the room.
Hisoka collapsed on top of Saya, and they both panted roughly and raggedly; what had felt like an ordeal from Hades ended just as it began.
Fumito propped himself up from where he stood, and Yuka looked upon the scene with both unfeeling ease and satisfaction.
"Well, well, that was most impressive."
Hearing those words, Hisoka wiped the sweat off his brow and pulled gently out of Saya, tucking himself back in his trousers, letting out a deep, pleased noise. "The pleasure was all mine; I hope that was the performance you two hoped for; I certainly enjoyed myself."
Fumito let out a small laugh. "It most certainly was, Hisoka. For a moment there, I was almost jealous."
Saya could only lay on the ground as her senses came back to her, what bliss she had experienced slowly abated to a cold numbness.
"And it looks like she did too; the question is, what should we do with her next?" Yuka queried, her hands on her hips.
"We shall see, won't we, little Saya?"
There was no telling what was to happen, as Saya couldn't move, not even when Hisoka, Fumito and Yuka looked up her as an experiment and a toy to play with.
Her vision turned blurry, blackening, and falling into a slumber she didn't fathom.