The Devil's Workshop
MysticShadowWanderer
Disclaimer: Why pray to the light when darkness conceives it?
Warning: Remember last chapter when Battousai was going to lop Kaoru's head off (it's just a flesh wound!)? Yes, well, this chapter heads in completely the opposite direction. Yes, that means lemonness. I've always had the desire to say this... Go ahead and read you people who are of age, it's lemony fresh ^___^ Oh, by the way, Kaoru's OOC in this chapter. I did that on purpose, people! It becomes important later on. With that said, have at it.
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Chapter Five: Infection
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Battousai lowered his katana. "Why?" he asked simply.
Kaoru reached out a hand to caress his cheek; he slapped it away. "Something about you..."
"What about me?" Battousai spat, glaring at her with all the hatred he could manage.
"I don't know," Kaoru said softly. "But I know that somewhere in you there must be the man that you were before you were Hitokiri Battousai. The way you respond when I say your name, Himura Kenshin. Who were you?"
"Who I am and who I was should be no concern of yours." His angry tone seemed to be hiding some other emotion.
"Please Battousai, I can help you."
"You cannot help me! You would never understand, stupid fool of a mortal!"
Kaoru shrank against the wall. Battousai noticed the way that her limbs trembling and her bottom lip quivered, just slightly. Groaning inwardly, his katana clattered to the floor, and he seized her by the arms and brought his lips down on hers roughly. She responded without hesitation, slipping her arms around his neck and pulling him fully into the kiss. Mentally, Battousai was cursing himself for letting her escape his blade and for letting himself be so easily swayed. But he couldn't help it, his body was begging him to let himself take advantage of this girl; something about her was so different.
Letting go of the reins to his self control, Battousai crushed Kaoru against the wall, loving the way she moaned when he squeezed his mouth against her tongue, drawing it deeper into his mouth. The feel of her hands running lightly up and down his back was driving him crazy. Backing off just slightly to let her breathe, he noticed that he was panting every bit as hard as she was.
"Kenshin," Kaoru gasped. "Please Kenshin, I need you."
Her confession was all he needed, he lowered her to the hard floor and pressed his body to hers. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling his head down for another passion-filled, greedy kiss. Then, deftly and unexpectedly, she flipped him, taking his downed guard to her advantage. He grunted as he hit the wooden floor and then groaned when she ran her tongue down the scar on his cheek.
`Did she just lick me? Why the sudden change? And why do I feel...' his thoughts trailed off with another groan as she fumbled to get his gi off, her hands running teasingly over his warm chest. With utmost restraint, he guided her hands, crushing them in his grip. When she bent to stroke his chest with her tongue, he took the opportunity and pushed her yukata off her right shoulder, sinking his teeth into her sensitive skin. Her lips moved from his collarbone to curl back in a snarl as he pulled back to watch the crimson flow almost elegantly down her torn flesh for a moment before he took to gently sucking at it.
"So beautiful," he rasped. "So perfect."
Kaoru stared at him in shock but soon was moaning; it hurt terribly but at the same time sent racking shivers up and down her spine until her entire body shook with the sensation.
"Feels good, lovely?" Battousai grinned and pressed his hand on the back of her head to bring her to him for another kiss. The taste of her own blood in her mouth was at first disgusting, but the flavor dispersed soon enough. Their tongues tangled for a moment before she pulled away. Battousai looked at her curiously.
She had the inexplicable need to bring pleasure to this man, it was strangely empowering to be able to draw such reactions from such a creature of the darkness. Kaoru gave in readily to the desire, and slid down his body slowly, tauntingly, until her head was level with his stomach. Letting instinct take control, she began to kneed the muscles of his abdomen with her right hand, her left trailing along the outside of his leg. She could feel his hard arousal against her upper stomach and leaned more heavily against it, wrenching a growl that faded into a tormented groan from low in Battousai's throat. Dipping her head, she began so suck at his skin, nipping with her teeth and dragging her tongue across the marks at an agonizingly slow rate. She made her way down, nails digging into his flesh at the waistline of his hakama for a moment before she sat up to fumble with the knot.
Battousai groaned, as much as he wanted her to do this, he wanted to taste her more. It took all his self-will to grab her hands and sit up, placing her hands around his neck. "Later, beautiful, it's my turn." Kaoru shuddered at the husky tone of his voice, it elicited foreign feelings low in her stomach. What was it that this man did to her? It was as if she were no longer the girl she used to be, she was bolder, stronger. She gave up on her thoughts when he swiftly removed her yukata and took her breasts in his hands, massaging, tugging, pulling. A low moan escaped from her lips as he bent his head and circled his tongue around one erect nipple. Her hands flew to his hair, clasping his mouth to her breast, never wanting him to stop the delicious torment. Battousai quickly pulled her into his lap and bit down on her, hard. Kaoru screamed in anguished pain coupled with excruciating pleasure. She brought her hips down in his lap with all the force she could muster in her current state and was delighted to hear Battousai hiss and feel him arch against her, his mouth suddenly moving from her breasts to her throat, drawing her skin in roughly. His hands were tracing patterns on her thighs, moving upward steadily until he cupped his right palm against her womanhood. In response, she dragged her nails down his chest and stomach, leaving long red marks that bled in some places.
"You've never done this before, pretty?" he asked as his hand began lightly tracing her folds, teasing her.
"No," she gasped. "Never."
With a shrug, Battousai dragged his teeth over her collarbone, biting in places simply to hear her gasp and feel her skin shudder. She sucked in a deep breath when he pushed two fingers into her, moving them deftly in and out. He could feel more than hear her hoarse moans as his tongue battled with hers in a tempestuous kiss. He continued his ministrations until she shook and screamed out his name, when he ceased all movement.
`Kenshin. She called me Kenshin again.'
Kaoru opened her eyes after a moment and saw him watching her intently. Their eyes locked for a moment before he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, slowly savoring her taste on his hand. After taking a minute or so to regain her breath, she said, "You've had your turn now." Her eyes were passion-darkened to nearly black and Battousai allowed her to shove him gently to the floor, her hands tugging at the knot of his hakama. After getting it undone, she removed the hakama and loincloth with haste and began running her hand in circles on his inner thigh, the other digging at the skin of his chest.
"Kaoru, don't tease," he groaned. "Touch me."
He reached out a hand and grabbed hers, wrapping it around his shaft tightly, showing her how to move her hand. She learned quickly, watching the expression on his face, the first she'd seen besides anger, to see watch pleased him and what didn't. For a second she hesitated and he grabbed her hands roughly, throwing her to the floor with a resounding thump.
"Enough games, pretty," he said by way of explanation. Kaoru's breath caught; just what would he do to her? She couldn't say she was unwilling, she'd come this far, but she'd always heard that the first time hurt, and he didn't look like he had any intention of being gentle with her.
And she learned how correct she was when he thrust into her fiercely. She cried out and bit down on his shoulder, but the pain soon faded and was replaced with racing pleasure as he pounded into her.
"Wrap your legs around me, lovely," he commanded, he needed to feel that he was completely in control. She complied quickly and murmured senseless words as he drove into her. Her back screamed in agony from the hard wood of the floor, but she forced it from her mind as best she could, focusing on the heat of his body and the feelings that he was producing within her.
Battousai groaned when she leaned up to whisper softly in his ear, "More... deeper." How did this woman get to him so well? It wasn't as if he'd never heard these words before, but from her they struck a chord, and he strained himself to the limit, holding back his own quickly building orgasm, to give her what she wanted. He knew it would hurt her tomorrow morning, but the thought didn't bother him. He twined his tongue with hers as he felt her tightening around his shaft, moments later she fell hard, screaming out his name in a raspy voice. A few more pounding thrusts and he followed her, dropping his body on hers heavily.
After a few moments she pushed at him, and he realized that he'd pinned her down to the floor and that she likely couldn't breathe. He stood and offered her a hand, which she took and attempted to stand. When her legs wouldn't seem to work properly, he pulled her into his arms and carried her to the futon that was only a few feet away. He set her down unceremoniously and lied at her side, pulling her into his arms. She sighed and nuzzled her head into his chest, somehow she felt safe in his arms. It just seemed so right.
"So will you tell me?" she asked quietly, yawning with impending sleep.
"Tell you what, lovely?"
"About yourself, your past."
"I'll consider it. Don't let your hopes get too high," he answered, his voice once again taking on its tone of cold indifference.
Kaoru nodded against his chest and let herself slip away into sleep. When her breathing was even and he was sure she was asleep, Battousai stroked her damp hair gently and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, drawing her blanket over both of them. He didn't know why he let himself feel so strongly about this woman, but he was beginning to like the feeling. Maybe he would tell her. If she truly was meant to be his love, then wouldn't it be better to let all his pain out and share with her? Some days he thought he would break, he was carrying so many burdens with him. Maybe this young mortal could be his savior. The gods knew he needed one. Kaoru shifted in her sleep, tangling her legs with his, and he smiled. At least for tonight he would sleep well.
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A/N: So. How'd you like it? Too much, not enough? (I was leaning toward not enough, myself...) Anyhow, that was fun to write! (Yes, I'm a sick person, aren't I?) I was going to make y'all wait some more, just because I like pissing everyone off, but I gave in. Here you have it... maybe some day I'll expand it and email it to anyone who's interested... All depends on my mood. Also, if Stephen happens to be reading this, I'm telling your mom! HA! Now, it's 11.30 pm and I have GLORIOUS WONDERFUL SCHOOL tomorrow! Not really... I hate school. Maybe I'll die or something...
MysticShadowWanderer
Disclaimer: Why pray to the light when darkness conceives it?
Warning: Remember last chapter when Battousai was going to lop Kaoru's head off (it's just a flesh wound!)? Yes, well, this chapter heads in completely the opposite direction. Yes, that means lemonness. I've always had the desire to say this... Go ahead and read you people who are of age, it's lemony fresh ^___^ Oh, by the way, Kaoru's OOC in this chapter. I did that on purpose, people! It becomes important later on. With that said, have at it.
*****
Chapter Five: Infection
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Battousai lowered his katana. "Why?" he asked simply.
Kaoru reached out a hand to caress his cheek; he slapped it away. "Something about you..."
"What about me?" Battousai spat, glaring at her with all the hatred he could manage.
"I don't know," Kaoru said softly. "But I know that somewhere in you there must be the man that you were before you were Hitokiri Battousai. The way you respond when I say your name, Himura Kenshin. Who were you?"
"Who I am and who I was should be no concern of yours." His angry tone seemed to be hiding some other emotion.
"Please Battousai, I can help you."
"You cannot help me! You would never understand, stupid fool of a mortal!"
Kaoru shrank against the wall. Battousai noticed the way that her limbs trembling and her bottom lip quivered, just slightly. Groaning inwardly, his katana clattered to the floor, and he seized her by the arms and brought his lips down on hers roughly. She responded without hesitation, slipping her arms around his neck and pulling him fully into the kiss. Mentally, Battousai was cursing himself for letting her escape his blade and for letting himself be so easily swayed. But he couldn't help it, his body was begging him to let himself take advantage of this girl; something about her was so different.
Letting go of the reins to his self control, Battousai crushed Kaoru against the wall, loving the way she moaned when he squeezed his mouth against her tongue, drawing it deeper into his mouth. The feel of her hands running lightly up and down his back was driving him crazy. Backing off just slightly to let her breathe, he noticed that he was panting every bit as hard as she was.
"Kenshin," Kaoru gasped. "Please Kenshin, I need you."
Her confession was all he needed, he lowered her to the hard floor and pressed his body to hers. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling his head down for another passion-filled, greedy kiss. Then, deftly and unexpectedly, she flipped him, taking his downed guard to her advantage. He grunted as he hit the wooden floor and then groaned when she ran her tongue down the scar on his cheek.
`Did she just lick me? Why the sudden change? And why do I feel...' his thoughts trailed off with another groan as she fumbled to get his gi off, her hands running teasingly over his warm chest. With utmost restraint, he guided her hands, crushing them in his grip. When she bent to stroke his chest with her tongue, he took the opportunity and pushed her yukata off her right shoulder, sinking his teeth into her sensitive skin. Her lips moved from his collarbone to curl back in a snarl as he pulled back to watch the crimson flow almost elegantly down her torn flesh for a moment before he took to gently sucking at it.
"So beautiful," he rasped. "So perfect."
Kaoru stared at him in shock but soon was moaning; it hurt terribly but at the same time sent racking shivers up and down her spine until her entire body shook with the sensation.
"Feels good, lovely?" Battousai grinned and pressed his hand on the back of her head to bring her to him for another kiss. The taste of her own blood in her mouth was at first disgusting, but the flavor dispersed soon enough. Their tongues tangled for a moment before she pulled away. Battousai looked at her curiously.
She had the inexplicable need to bring pleasure to this man, it was strangely empowering to be able to draw such reactions from such a creature of the darkness. Kaoru gave in readily to the desire, and slid down his body slowly, tauntingly, until her head was level with his stomach. Letting instinct take control, she began to kneed the muscles of his abdomen with her right hand, her left trailing along the outside of his leg. She could feel his hard arousal against her upper stomach and leaned more heavily against it, wrenching a growl that faded into a tormented groan from low in Battousai's throat. Dipping her head, she began so suck at his skin, nipping with her teeth and dragging her tongue across the marks at an agonizingly slow rate. She made her way down, nails digging into his flesh at the waistline of his hakama for a moment before she sat up to fumble with the knot.
Battousai groaned, as much as he wanted her to do this, he wanted to taste her more. It took all his self-will to grab her hands and sit up, placing her hands around his neck. "Later, beautiful, it's my turn." Kaoru shuddered at the husky tone of his voice, it elicited foreign feelings low in her stomach. What was it that this man did to her? It was as if she were no longer the girl she used to be, she was bolder, stronger. She gave up on her thoughts when he swiftly removed her yukata and took her breasts in his hands, massaging, tugging, pulling. A low moan escaped from her lips as he bent his head and circled his tongue around one erect nipple. Her hands flew to his hair, clasping his mouth to her breast, never wanting him to stop the delicious torment. Battousai quickly pulled her into his lap and bit down on her, hard. Kaoru screamed in anguished pain coupled with excruciating pleasure. She brought her hips down in his lap with all the force she could muster in her current state and was delighted to hear Battousai hiss and feel him arch against her, his mouth suddenly moving from her breasts to her throat, drawing her skin in roughly. His hands were tracing patterns on her thighs, moving upward steadily until he cupped his right palm against her womanhood. In response, she dragged her nails down his chest and stomach, leaving long red marks that bled in some places.
"You've never done this before, pretty?" he asked as his hand began lightly tracing her folds, teasing her.
"No," she gasped. "Never."
With a shrug, Battousai dragged his teeth over her collarbone, biting in places simply to hear her gasp and feel her skin shudder. She sucked in a deep breath when he pushed two fingers into her, moving them deftly in and out. He could feel more than hear her hoarse moans as his tongue battled with hers in a tempestuous kiss. He continued his ministrations until she shook and screamed out his name, when he ceased all movement.
`Kenshin. She called me Kenshin again.'
Kaoru opened her eyes after a moment and saw him watching her intently. Their eyes locked for a moment before he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, slowly savoring her taste on his hand. After taking a minute or so to regain her breath, she said, "You've had your turn now." Her eyes were passion-darkened to nearly black and Battousai allowed her to shove him gently to the floor, her hands tugging at the knot of his hakama. After getting it undone, she removed the hakama and loincloth with haste and began running her hand in circles on his inner thigh, the other digging at the skin of his chest.
"Kaoru, don't tease," he groaned. "Touch me."
He reached out a hand and grabbed hers, wrapping it around his shaft tightly, showing her how to move her hand. She learned quickly, watching the expression on his face, the first she'd seen besides anger, to see watch pleased him and what didn't. For a second she hesitated and he grabbed her hands roughly, throwing her to the floor with a resounding thump.
"Enough games, pretty," he said by way of explanation. Kaoru's breath caught; just what would he do to her? She couldn't say she was unwilling, she'd come this far, but she'd always heard that the first time hurt, and he didn't look like he had any intention of being gentle with her.
And she learned how correct she was when he thrust into her fiercely. She cried out and bit down on his shoulder, but the pain soon faded and was replaced with racing pleasure as he pounded into her.
"Wrap your legs around me, lovely," he commanded, he needed to feel that he was completely in control. She complied quickly and murmured senseless words as he drove into her. Her back screamed in agony from the hard wood of the floor, but she forced it from her mind as best she could, focusing on the heat of his body and the feelings that he was producing within her.
Battousai groaned when she leaned up to whisper softly in his ear, "More... deeper." How did this woman get to him so well? It wasn't as if he'd never heard these words before, but from her they struck a chord, and he strained himself to the limit, holding back his own quickly building orgasm, to give her what she wanted. He knew it would hurt her tomorrow morning, but the thought didn't bother him. He twined his tongue with hers as he felt her tightening around his shaft, moments later she fell hard, screaming out his name in a raspy voice. A few more pounding thrusts and he followed her, dropping his body on hers heavily.
After a few moments she pushed at him, and he realized that he'd pinned her down to the floor and that she likely couldn't breathe. He stood and offered her a hand, which she took and attempted to stand. When her legs wouldn't seem to work properly, he pulled her into his arms and carried her to the futon that was only a few feet away. He set her down unceremoniously and lied at her side, pulling her into his arms. She sighed and nuzzled her head into his chest, somehow she felt safe in his arms. It just seemed so right.
"So will you tell me?" she asked quietly, yawning with impending sleep.
"Tell you what, lovely?"
"About yourself, your past."
"I'll consider it. Don't let your hopes get too high," he answered, his voice once again taking on its tone of cold indifference.
Kaoru nodded against his chest and let herself slip away into sleep. When her breathing was even and he was sure she was asleep, Battousai stroked her damp hair gently and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, drawing her blanket over both of them. He didn't know why he let himself feel so strongly about this woman, but he was beginning to like the feeling. Maybe he would tell her. If she truly was meant to be his love, then wouldn't it be better to let all his pain out and share with her? Some days he thought he would break, he was carrying so many burdens with him. Maybe this young mortal could be his savior. The gods knew he needed one. Kaoru shifted in her sleep, tangling her legs with his, and he smiled. At least for tonight he would sleep well.
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A/N: So. How'd you like it? Too much, not enough? (I was leaning toward not enough, myself...) Anyhow, that was fun to write! (Yes, I'm a sick person, aren't I?) I was going to make y'all wait some more, just because I like pissing everyone off, but I gave in. Here you have it... maybe some day I'll expand it and email it to anyone who's interested... All depends on my mood. Also, if Stephen happens to be reading this, I'm telling your mom! HA! Now, it's 11.30 pm and I have GLORIOUS WONDERFUL SCHOOL tomorrow! Not really... I hate school. Maybe I'll die or something...