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It has become a necessity. It's not about pleasure or about being in love anymore, it's because she really needs him.

That much she knows when he kisses her goodnight after having been one with her, when she cuddles in his arms after a long day or when wakes up every morning that he's by her side and she feels like she's the luckiest girl.

Truth be told, the last thing she would have dreamed of would have been waking up beside him. The sadist boy she once met, the brat who she couldn't stand and who got on her nerves on a daily basis, but also the boy who had saved her so many times had made his way into her heart, and it seemed like he wasn't going away anytime soon.

That day was one of those mornings. It was unusual for her to wake up first, as she loved to stay on bed until noon or, given her sleeping schedule in Yoshiwara, late evening. He was usually the first up, whether he was used to it due to his old days working for the Shinsengumi or because he just liked it that way. She didn't really know.

Yawning, Kagura raised her face, previously buried in the pillow. The sunlight that filtered through the window wasn't bright enough to bother her, so she guessed it had to be quite early in the morning. Exhaling softly, she turned her head to her left and rested it on her arms, taking a few moments to look at Sougo, sleeping peacefully beside her.

Watching him, specially like that, always made her heart skip a beat and her chest fill with warmth. For once, he was quiet and still, allowing her to take in his features. His long hair, once short and tidy, was now completely sprawled on the futon; she had to admit it had been strange at first, getting used to it, but it had ended up becoming another thing she loved about him. Just like his big, calloused and skilled hands. His chest, rising and falling in compass with his breath, his partially opened mouth, his softened expression, and the now hidden red eyes that were able to hold a range of emotions she knew would never be enough for her.

Seeing him made her wonder what on earth had she done to end up in this situation. Her fourteen years old self would have cringed at the thought of it; of that, she was sure. What had changed, though? What had made her fall for him in the first place?

She remembered the months before Gin had disappeared. She had started to realise things were starting to be awkward whenever he was near. She hadn't thought much about it, as she hadn't really been worried nor interested in those kind of things, and she had acted as if nothing was happening.

After that, everything had been a turmoil when she had received the news. She had been a mess and she hadn't spared the police officer a second thought. Some time after she had moved to Yoshiwara, and she had stayed there under the watch of Tsukuyo.

Then, she had seen him there for the first time, provoking her forgotten feelings to come back at once. And, to her mortification, stronger than before. She had blamed it on the fact that there was only one reason for his visit to the Red Lights District and that she was exposed to all kinds of romantic dramas, making her more sensible to the topic. She wasn't happy about it. Not at all.

Yatos had never coped well with things taken away from them.

And the first time that thought crossed her mind she knew she was done for.

Something had definitely changed, and there was no point in denying it any longer.

She had kept away from him, giving him the cold shoulder whenever he was around, nevermind the fact that he came looking for her sometimes in order to have one of their old sparring sessions. When he was too insistent, she ended up sending him flying through the shoji doors, away from her. She wanted him far, far away. She wanted nothing to do with him and, yet, he had gotten under her skin more than she was willing to admit.

Why?

There was this little, tiny part of her reminding her of things he had done and words he had said.

I'm the only one allowed to beat that brat.

That had been the first time he had shown any kind of concern towards her. She hated his guts back then, more or less, and she had been surprised. He was nothing like he presented himself to be. He was a sadist, a ruthless killer without a heart who didn't care what he had to do in order to get what he wanted. Or that was what people who didn't know him would have said. That was what she would have said, and what she sometimes wanted to believe.

This one... This girl here... Won't be dying until she and I, settle a goal.

Trust him to see right through her.

In this world, there are things you have to protect even if your hands get stained with blood.

However, that sentence had struck a chord within her. She had it embedded in her mind. He had hit so close to her heart she had been left speechless.

She, a Yato fighting against her own blood, knew better than anyone else what it meant to protect something without getting their hands dirty. That's what she wanted. She didn't want to give in to her bloodlust, because she was not a killer. Yet there he was, pretending not to care about those things and killing people for a living. And still, that time he had make sure no one laid a hand on her nor in Kirie, and he had made sure they didn't have to fight. He had kept them clean.

She hadn't thought much about it at the time, as she had been more worried about other things, like making it out alive, but reflecting upon it had made her realise he had protected her in exchange of his hands being the ones getting dirty with the blood of others.

He hadn't had a second thought about grabbing her mid fall that day on the cliffs, when she had recklessly tried to attack the archers. He had thrown his own security out of the window in order to keep her safe. She still had no words to describe her feelings back then, nor did she had words to explain his behaviour.

Those little and not so little things had made the difference for her.

Moving her hand to grab some strands of his hair, she buried her nose in them, revelling in his scent and wondering how many women had had the pleasure to do the same. She was past the stage of jealousy that had made her sleep so little during her first years in Yoshiwara. After they started sleeping together, she would often find herself thinking about it. Was he still sleeping with more courtesans, or did he had enough with her? It had made her uncomfortable, but she was now almost sure he wasn't seeing anyone else. Not that she could do anything about it, as they were free to do whatever they liked with their lives.

Freeing his hair, she angled her head again to look at him again, his partially open mouth making her wet her lips and bit them afterwards. She was so, so doomed. During morning like this, silly mornings like she called them –because she was completely silly–, she also thought about the future. Not everything in her life was tied to the past. And being in love inevitably led to dreaming.

Dreaming about what if. What if the White Plague didn't exist and Gin was still alive? What would have been of her then? Would have she fallen in love? Probably yes, considering she had started to feel something some time before the disappearance of his Earth dad, but she was almost sure things would have been a lot different between them. She would have spared herself the depression, too.

But this path took her anywhere, as she could do nothing about it anymore. So what about a future in her current life? The one where the Yorozuya was no longer and she was pretending she was fine with sleeping with Okita Sougo. The first thing that came to her mind was family, and kids. The one thing she had lost so long ago and that she was more than willing to create again.

However, that wasn't a good train of thought, neither. She knew no one would do if it wasn't the man sleeping next to her. And even he ever accepted her like that, it wasn't like they could have kids. She was a Yato, after all. And he was a human. They were not meant to be together in the first place.

This pained her so much she tried not to think about it too much. The only thing she had set her mind to do was to create a family. Ever since her mom died and her father and brother left her, she had decided she would form a new one of her own. She wanted to give her children what she would be never able to get back again.

The Yorozuya had came along not long after and, for some time, she had been able to be happy again.

Now that it was gone, too, she had found herself thinking about Okita as a father.

'Damn it, Kagura, not again. Some things are not meant to happen. Stop. I'm really turning into a masochist. What the hell.'

Shaking her head, she looked for another thing to think about and, seeing his lips for the nth time she ended up kissing him. Softly, just a brush of her mouth against his own.

He moved a little, but he didn't wake up. So she continued her ministrations. Little kisses, scattered here and there. The chin, the jaw, the cheeks, the corner of his mouth again, his nose. He was usually within seconds when someone got close, but he had stopped doing so with her a long time ago. She'd be able to beat anyone, that's what he said.

She went further down, to his neck and collarbone, and he stirred a bit.

"What are you doing, China?" His voice was raspy, and it was barely above a whisper.

"I'm disturbing your sleep, so when someone attacks you, you won't be able to concentrate and defend yourself. You won't know who killed you."

"Is that so?" He moved an arm to cover his eyes, though she knew he had them closed.

"Yup!"

"If you think that's gonna be effective you can keep dreaming. Why don't you go back to sleep, indeed?"

"I'm not sleepy." She had her chest pressed against his by now, and he sighed.

"I'm tired."

"I know you are, who do you think I am?"

"You're a really obnoxious amanto trying to seduce a poor policeman. Didn't you have enough with last night?"

'It's never enough with you.' She bit her tongue, instead.

"You're not a policeman anymore. And no, I didn't. I had thought your stamina was better." She kissed his shoulder, biting and sucking right after.

"My stamina is completely fine, I'll let you know that. It's not my fault you drag me here almost every damn night. We males have it more difficult to recover, you know."

"Yet you never complain when I get undressed."

"Why would I? God, China, stop moving already and go back to sleep!" To prove his point, he grabbed her with one hand, lowering her body to the mattress and securing it with his arm around her waist. She clicked her tongue.

"You're a spoilsport."

"Will you, for the love of God, shut up if I touch you?"

"Maybe."

Getting ready for the action, she found herself at a loss for words when he squeezed her frame between his arms, one of his hands resting in the small of her back and rubbing circles on it.

"Sadist, wha–"

"Be quiet and relax."

"But–"

"I'm touching you. Just enjoy, okay?"

She frowned, but let him be nonetheless. After a while, she relaxed like he had told her to. It was actually quite calming and, not long after, she was slumbering. It was soothing, and she liked the change. However, it was still not enough. He was currently racing his hand up and down her thigh.

"Is that all...?"

"Yes, it is. Now go to sleep."

Resigning herself and seeing she was getting nowhere with her pleas-like-demands, she actually closed her eyes and fall asleep.

She woke up to a tingling sensation in her neck not long after.

"Sadist?" He had buried his face in her neck and he was biting it. "What on Earth–"

"I can't sleep anymore because of you, you spoiled brat." Another bite.

"What nonsense are you– fuck Sadist"

"So eager, aren't we?"

She looked away, a frown on her face as she tried not to be affected by him.

'Sure, Kagura. Easier said than done.'

She cursed inwardly as he traced a straight line from her neck to her navel with his mouth, scattering pecks in her clavicle and in the valley of her breasts. She kept her mouth shut and her eyes defiant in an attempt to let him know that she was not gonna cooperate. Not now.

But when he passed her belly button and went down south, alarm bells rang in her head.

Without a warning, he raised both her legs and placed the back of her knees on his shoulders as she gasped. She propped herself up out of reflex, her elbows supporting her as she looked surprised at him.

"Okita what are you–"

'Oh god.'

She felt her face burn as he looked at her with his mouth already opened.

"You said you wanted me to touch you, right? Well, that's what I'm going to do." And letting her no time to reply, he went down on her.

The young Yato resisted the urge to scream shutting her mouth when his lips connected with her sensitive skin. Her hands gripped the sheets on her sides out of necessity because she was absolutely not grabbing his hair.

This was the first time he was doing this –even though they had been sleeping for more than a year now– and that meant it was also her first time. She had been the one to say she didn't need any kind of foreplay and they had started everything as quick sex, so it wasn't like they had had time. He had never suggested it either, so she had let it be.

Now she could say she had been missing something.

Falling back towards the futon, she used her hands to cover her mouth, still refusing to let a cry out even though she couldn't control some muffled sounds from leaving her lips. Her legs were moving on their own, her toes curling and her knees shaking.

He used his arms to lift her of the mattress and this time she moaned when he reached deeper.

"S– Sadist, s–s–stop..."

He shook his head no, tickling her inner thighs with his bangs and making her hiss.

"I s–said st– Gods!"

'You cunning fox, I swear I'll– Holy–'

Her thoughts stopped being coherent as she felt her tensed body reach her tipping point, feeling herself orgasm rather hard has her hips raised and her back arched.

She fell limp on the sheets, ragged breaths leaving her mouth and eyes unfocused. Okita hovered above her, a sly grin on his face.

"Satisfied yet? Because I'm not. Take responsibility for your stubbornness."

Lowering his head, he kissed her, leaving a weird but not completely unpleasant taste on her mouth. She brought her hands to his hair, entangling her fingers on it and bending her legs. She pressed them to his body to keep him in place. Her mind was still hazy, but she knew she wanted him as close as possible, and she concentrated on his lips moving against hers, his tongue on her mouth and his chest pressed with her own. He raised his waist a bit to position himself and she felt bliss when he thrusted into her.

Everything was a bit blurry and she vaguely wondered if it had something to do with his earlier action, but her train of thought went to waste when he cupped her breast and massaged it, making her scream a bit louder than expected. Not that it mattered because they were alone for once.

"Keep screaming, China."

"You wish– nnnnnh.'

"It seems you're at my mercy today." He was panting hard, meaning that he, too, was close to his climax. Even if she was still refusing to give in, she had to admit he had more than outdone himself this time.

Entering into ecstasy for the second time in a row and feeling the man shake on her arms, she buried her face on his neck, breathing laboriously as he came to rest on top of her. She kept her eyes closed, taking in his scent as she waited for her heartbeat to go back to normal, though it seemed impossible at the time.

"I hope you're happy now and you'll let me sleep peacefully."

Still at a loss for words, she nodded to let him know that, just for the meantime, she wouldn't bother him. He raised his head a bit, though.

"You're strangely quiet. Did you forget how to talk?" His gaze was mischievous, and she would have replied if she had had any words to say. But her brain was not working properly.

This was a first for him. Not once had he seen that kind of face on Kagura and not once had he wanted to make love to her as much as he wanted to now. The thought, however, stopped him dead in his tracks.

Made what to who?

He was bewildered, and he had not expected this. She was looking at him with blue half lidded eyes, her gaze on him but at the same time completely unfocused. Her cheeks were burning, a healthy red dusting her cheeks as beads of sweat made her pale skin glow; her lips, swollen, were partially open, and she was struggling to breathe as pants kept coming from her mouth. Her tangerine hair was sprawled on the futon, some locks framing her face.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight.

'What. The. Hell.'

He wanted to divert his thoughts and he noted she wasn't talking yet.

"Are you alright?" She nodded again and he cursed at how beautiful she was.

'Beautiful and China are not meant to be together on a sentence. Not in my head.'

"Well, I can boast now I have left you speechless for once. Though I always knew you're not on my level."

"Ke-keep dreaming." Her voice was a whisper, but it was enough for him to hear. Pushing him off of her, he landed on the floor with a thud. She made an attempt to stand up, but as soon as she stood, her legs gave away.

"What the fuck have you done to me?" Now that was more like her. Cussing and swearing.

"Nothing I'm aware of."

She glared at him, and he shrugged innocently.

"It was just oral sex. Pretty common nowadays."

"I know what it was, but I would also like to know why I can't walk at all."

"I already told you I'm too much for you. I'm afraid you'll have to sleep it away."

Putting an arm around her waist, he dragged her down with him again , covering them both with the blanket.

"You'll be quiet now, right?"

She huffed, but made no attempt to move, so he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

Her heart was still beating out of control and she felt her skin burning. What had he done to her? She didn't know if it had something to do with the oral sex, with the fact that it was him or whatever. But she had to admit that, even if she had seem mad, she was actually feeling amazingly.

Making a mental note to search for information later, she also closed her eyes in hopes of having a peaceful slumber. Her ear to his chest, she fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

This time, she dreamed of kids and laughter.

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