Resist

Toss, turn, toss, turn…

Useless. It was futile in trying and thinking that he could fall asleep; gripping his hand into a tight, frustrated fist, the teenager finally sat up onto his bottom, pressing an open palm against his forehead. The wave of nausea that had earlier lingered in his stomach was slowly dissolving away, but when its replacement started prickling at him, he wished for the default instead. He didn't know how long he stayed there, intently staring at his female companion, but what he did become painstakingly aware of was the gnawing feeling that began to consume him from within. A lightweight upon his shoulder made his gaze travel to where her head was lying against him, and tenderness cooled his fiery emotions for a moment.

For a moment. Then his curious eyes roamed over her face, her long brown bangs shaping her serene expression, while the rest of her lengthy tress hung down around her waist.

Her waist… small, slender, concaved inwardly, and although her snowy white nightshirt was a size too big, hiding her figure, he used his mind, remembering the last time she had worn a one-piece suit when the two friends had gone swimming together. Once, just once, she had donned a two-piece bikini, but since she'd been barely fifteen at the time, and her form was well-developed for her young age, lecherous, taunting remarks from observing boys had made her shy away from any type of remotely-revealing clothing. Argh… it made so mad now, angry at the thought, at the relentless guys who had dared make fun of his best friend, and Kenji wished that they could be back in that afternoon, just so he could go and punch them in the jaw.

Ire filled his darkened brown pupils and his breathing quickened as the leering menaces' faces flickered briefly in his memory, making his formed fist quiver. But when the image of her scantily clad body in the bikini resurfaced and pushed out his growing-bloodthirsty ideas, he instantly relaxed. Lustful bliss contaminated his mind as he remembered the way her large hips delved in, curving into both sides of her smooth abdomen, muscles less firmer than his own flattening out her stomach. She had blushed when she caught him gawking at her after she appeared from the changing room, staring at her like a 'typical' love-struck fifteen-year-old boy. But still, a small, sweet smile had graced her lips, silently forgiving him, as she then glanced at the biceps of his arms, his four-pack stomach, making him feel self-conscious. Well, it was her way of payback, he'd supposed.

Oh, what the reminiscing… no, fantasizing was doing to him now. The ninja subconsciously let out a soft groan, a majority of his blood deciding to speed down his body and relocate at a nether region. Releasing a bewildered hiss at the strange foreign feeling licking at him, and he threw his head back, trying unsuccessfully to calm his racing heartbeat. His irises becoming cloudy and hazy, he stole one more look at the feline zoanthrope, regretting his action not too long after doing so. Almost immediately, his eyes went to her chest, which was rising and falling rhythmically with her eased breathing, but that wasn't his innocent intention of gazing there.

Since she was lying against him sideways, her shirt hung loosely on the bottom, but the top clearly outlined the smooth curve of her left breast, and especially her pert nipples, making themselves noticeable through the thin material of her attire. He couldn't tell if she donned a brassiere or not, but due to the fact that it was nighttime, and she undoubtedly trusted her best friend to act nothing but respectfully towards her, there was a strong possibility that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the shirt. Terrific, just another slam to wear down his resistance. His imagination chose to whisk away the shielding at that moment, and blood pounded soundly in his ears at the mere concept of her bosom bared to his vision, the thought of her climbing atop him and straddling his hips, leaning down to allow her breasts to fill his hands…

ARGH! Just before his control could shatter, Kenji slid out from underneath where the girl's head was on his shoulder, and expertly flipped off of the sofa cushions. Breathing heavily and raggedly, he was silently grateful for the restraint of his jeans holding back his eager male anatomy, although the tightness of the denim made him feel restrained. Well, the better entrapment his lower attire had, the more obstacles would prevent him from leaning down and picking up Uriko, then throwing her onto the couch and releasing his sexual tension into her. Running shaky fingers through his slightly tousled hair, the teenager walked the few feet over to the front entrance of her home, each step feeling like lead was trying to stop him from leaving.

I…I have to get out of here… he acknowledged, reluctantly reaching for the knob and twisting it, pulling open the door to step outside, all the while thinking confusedly, Gods… why am I…am I feeling this way toward her? Uriko… she… she's my best friend! I'm not supposed to…to think about her like that; it's wrong, it's disrespectful!!

"It's what you want," a voice laced with provocation taunted him inwardly, sniggering evilly when he flinched.

No…no, I don't! He denied, shaking his head, wondering if he was crazy to argue with a nonexistent speaker as he tried to shut the door behind him, but his hand refused to obey.

"You know you want her… You want her…" A low, seductive cackle. "You need the feel of her soft, supple body yielding underneath yours, her breasts cupped into your hands, her moist, wet sex surrounding your-"

"AUGH! SHUT UP!!" Kenji screamed just then, unable to keep his emotions hidden away within, his hand leaving the cold metal knob to slam into one of the house's wooden walls, impacting his frustration into the strike. The loud thud! caused by his blow made him grimace, not in pain, as it was irrelevant to him at the time, but because he heard a feminine yelp of surprise coming from inside the residence.

Swearing under his breath at his idiocy, he heard his friend call out, "Kenji? Where are you?", followed by faint shuffling noises, then footsteps, and finally the door being tugged open. "Hey! There you are! Didn't I tell you to go to sleep?!"

"......" he didn't answer; he couldn't answer, for fear that he would accidentally reveal his alluring desires for her.

"…? Kenji? Did you hear me?" A curious tap on his shoulder. "C'mon, get inside now. You're in no condition to be out here with this kind of weather blowing around."

"......"

She sighed in exasperation. "I'm not letting you stay here and freeze your butt off, damn it!"

She just swore; she was serious. "…I'll be fine." He finally replied, gritting his teeth in effort not to turn around and grab her. But in addition to that, her stubborn demands were steadily raising his anger level deep within, and he never discovered the sharp, deadly tips that were slowly elongating from his fingers.

"Kenji." Her voice was steel, unyielding. "Get inside. Now."

"No."

"Yes," the Kenpo student demanded, grabbing a firm hold of his arm and trying to tug him into the house - a frown formed over her brows when he resisted. "Come on! Get in here already."

Even though her fingers digging into his flesh was due to the fact that she was getting annoyed with him, he couldn't help imagining how hard she would scratch him - how deeply she would rake her nails into his back as he slammed inside her. Letting out a choked gasp at the thought, his opposition wavered for a second, and that's all the edge she needed, as the auburn-haired girl yanked once more, forcefully. He screeched when he lost his balance at her action, his feet tripping over each other, his already-unstable form crashed into his friend, his hands pressed against her chest for support. Their falling figures pushed open the door, and they continued to descend until the two both hit the house's interior carpet floor.

The female squeaked in discomfort, "Ow…"

Shivering, he couldn't help but take notice to the fact that he was lying on top of her, and if it weren't for the confounded clothing covering her body… "S-sorry," he apologized hoarsely, sliding off of her quickly to sit on his rear, turning around briefly to push the door shut.

"Geez… that hurt…" was all she complained as she sat up as well, a foot across from him.

Uriko rubbed the back of her head, then suddenly winced and her hand went to clutch at her chest and hold it against there for a bit; pulling away her arm after a moment, she studied her palm, shocked to see dark liquid stain her clean, untainted skin. Her companion leaned over to see what she was looking at, and her light brown eyes widened as she glanced down, spying the maroon substance soaking through a small section of her white nightshirt. His gaze followed her direction, and his eyebrows raised, then slowly, he peered at his own hands, surprised at the thin trail of blood trickling along the sides of his fingers, starting from the tips of his partially-grown claws.

"I…I didn't mean to start morphing…" he whispered raggedly, hastily reversing the process until his normal human nails protruded. "What…what happened to me…?"

"I don't know…" the feline zoanthrope appeared perplexed, while a faint glimmer of unease reflected in her eyes, and although it was brief, he still caught the inkling, and guilt lashed at him. Rising into a standing position, she went over to pick up the washcloth she had used earlier to dab at his forehead, then sat onto the sofa; he followed, sitting next to her. She started to unbutton her shirt, but self-consciousness made her first look up at him shyly before bowing her head back down and continuing the task. All the while, the decent part of his mind inwardly urged him to turn away and respect her privacy, but a larger majority practically screamed with glee at the thought of being able to gaze at her bare skin.

Shouldn't I do this somewhere more private? She wondered silently, noticing Kenji's watchful eyes. …No. I trust Kenji. He won't do anything to me. To prove that point, she unfastened the last button, and allowed the open folds to expose her chest, portions of her hair dangling and covering her naked flesh.

The bulge pushing against the crotch of his jeans was becoming painfully aware to him at the new delicious sight that he could hungrily devour in. As the sixteen-year-old female began to use the washcloth to soak up the bloody injury, between swabs, he spotted multiple tiny puncture wounds that had been inflicted by his claws. Shame washed over him for a moment, temporarily subduing his hormonal rush, but when she threw her hair over her shoulder, he caught sight of her bosom. So, she wasn't wearing a bra after all.

All the more easier access, came the sudden train of thought, and he nodded slightly at first, then realizing what he was agreeing to, shook vigorously, secretly pinching his own forearm as he adverted his attention. If only this was a dream, then I could wake up before I do something very wrong…

"…Kenji? Are you okay?" His friend asked tentatively at that moment.

"Are you done?" He countered with his own inquiry. "I apologize, I didn't mean to be disrespectful, looking in your direction when you were…not fully dressed. Shirtless."

"Oh… you don't have to worry about that," Slender fingers slid under his chin and turned her face to look into hers; he noted that her shirt was closed, but only partially by a couple buttons. "I trust you. Hey, it's not like you're the kind of guy who'd jump me if you saw some bared skin, you know!"

"Oh, really? Are you so sure about that?" The evil inner voice cackled inside his mind. "Go on, prove her wrong… Jump her… Tear off her clothes… Mount her…"

"Goddamn it! Leave me alone!!" He hollered, instinctively lashing out with his hands in an offensive motion.

"Hey!" Uriko dodged away from his vengeful strikes, and felt his curved fingers comb roughly through her hair. "What the-? What was that for??"

He shuddered, trying to regain control of his emotions. "N-Nothing! I'm sorry. I…I'm just violently reacting to this sickness." He managed a pathetic attempt of a smile. "You know how much I hate being ill… heh…"

"That's poppycock bull." She retorted matter-of-factly. "What's going on, Kenji? Why were you outside earlier when I told you to go to sleep? What is bothering you so much that's making you so…different? You're acting really strange tonight, starting from when you left after we were eating ice cream together and watching that show on TV…"

"Nag, nag, nag." The growing-bored tone commented dryly. "Why don't you silence her…with your tongue in her mouth."

"For heaven's sake…" he groaned quietly, his resistance slowly, but surely being worn down by all the persuasiveness.

"Hrmp!" His companion growled irritably, placing her hands on her hips, dignified. "Stubborn brat! You won't tell me anything, but why? I just want to know what's bothering you so that maybe I could find a way to help!"

The wicked imp sniggered enticingly into his ear. "There is a way that she could help, yes…?"

"You're distressed and engrossed about something, something important, yet you don't trust me enough to tell me about it? Is that why?"

He released a bitter laugh. "I trust you more than I trust myself. It's just that…" How could he tell her without letting her know the actual, precise truth? "It's just that I'm afraid how far you'll go for me."

"…? Why?" She frowned, a confused expression forming over her features. "Look, don't worry about what I would have to do; be selfish for once! Now tell me, what's up?"

An agitated hiss escaped his lips as he locked his eyes onto hers, a dark fire igniting and beginning to dimly glower in his pupils. "Stop pressing me for information. Please. Some matters I prefer to keep to myself."

"Stubborn girl. Perhaps she should be taught a lesson in what can happen when her curiosity pushes her too far…"

An exasperated sigh fizzled out from the corner of her mouth. "Geez. Just like the cold, in-drawn Kenji I first met. Untouchable, rarely smiled, always had that mysterious darkness hovering around you." He closed his eyes at the remorseful memory. "I never thought I could get to you, break through all those other layers, and finally find the inner person, but I did. And now, you're retracting into your cozy little shell again."

Annoyance heated up inside him at her assumption. "Don't take on situations that you can't handle, Uriko." He warned her coolly, his restraint on his urges loosening, unwinding, and yielding to the little devilish voice in his head, which heartily chortled in knowing triumph. "The little girl wants to play with big boys' toys… Show her how incompetent she is…"

"Don't be afraid of me," she coaxed, her brows knotted together in a frown of disapproval. "After all, you don't want Cronos to be able to rightfully call you a coward, correct?"

…Coward…? His fiery irises flashed angrily as his breathing quickened. I…am not… a… coward…!

"All I need to know is, what do you want?" She gazed at him, her chocolate brown pupils shining earnestly. "Is there anything I can get you that'll help subdue…whatever it is that's bothering you?"

The final thread of his control withered away, and he leisurely closed his eyes to submit. Surrendering to the listless impulses that had been gnawing at him for so long throughout the night, he allowed his eyelids to slide up and reveal the emotions that he had kept well hidden. Wondering why he had suddenly turned quiet, Uriko tilted her head slightly to one side in curiosity, then leaned a little closer to him to try and catch his current expression. She didn't foresee his hands snapping out and seizing her wrists, pulling them and her as well, into the lean form of her best friend, her palms forcefully splayed over his chest. Yelping in surprise, she was tugged foreword, her nose running into his before she tried to retract and place albeit more distance in-between them.

Now that she was in his grasp, he wasn't about to let her go. Staring deeply into her eyes, she saw the strange, somewhat eerie smile that crossed Kenji's lips while she was trying to leave his hold. Distracted in her attempts, she barely had time to notice when he suddenly applied pressure onto her arms instead, his face descending toward hers. Frightened by his behavior, she instantly leaned back, realizing too late; that what she did was his original intention for her to do, as he now easily secured her body underneath his. His strong legs locked over hers, making her unable to lift up her thighs and knee him, while his elbows pressed her forearms tightly to her sides.

Finally finding her voice, she shrieked, "Kenji! What're you doing?!"

A lustful glint sparked in his eyes. Bringing his head down near her cheek, his tongue slid out from between his lips, and he ran it over her soft skin, licking her hotly. "What do I want? This is what I want." Before she could think of protesting, his mouth covered hers, crushing her into submission.