The Devil's Workshop
MysticShadowWanderer
Disclaimer: I can't think of anything clever and witty. So sue me. No, really. Please don't do that. All I have is the money I'm saving for Xmas presents and to go to Japan, my car (which, technically, is in my dad's name), my horse, and my computer. Let's not go stealing other people's stuff.
Warning: Contrary to what I may have led people to believe, I'm just as sick as anyone who enjoys lemons. After all, I'm writing them, aren't I? (::pauses to listen to the radio:: That is the third time I've heard this song in two hours, two times being on the SAME STATION. What is with radio stations and "I'll Be Home For Christmas"?!) Anyhow, yes. Lemon content in this chapter. If I get kicked of FF.net... I'm screwed O_o Oh well, that's how much I love you guys. Just... nobody tell or anything.)
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Chapter Nine: Release
Kaoru sank deep into the hot, relaxing bath water and breathed a quiet sigh. What had just gone on in there? A faint smile traced her lips when as she closed her eyes. He'd looked so adorable; it felt good to her to make him look that way. For the first time since she'd met him, he'd looked happy. So there was a heart in that man, and one that needed her love. That made her, in turn, happy, because she could help him, and maybe do a favor to Japan by creating less murders. At least, she hoped she could. But he didn't seem to be like a normal man in that respect. There was not a single physical sign of remorse about him when he talked about killing. It was as if humans were so far beneath him that he felt no more about slaughtering them than he did crushing a bug under one of his wooden sandals.
'As much as I disapprove of that, that being the case, I cannot force him to change,' she deliberated. 'He is what he is, and I'm not in the place to tell him any otherwise. I do feel so sorry for him. Do I love him?' she couldn't help but wonder this once again.
"Yes," she whispered to the steam that rose from the rippling surface of the water. She stirred it with her hand. "Despite all his harshness, and his being a hitokiri, I'm in love with the Battousai. I don't know how it could possibly have happened, but I think I've loved him since the very beginning, as if I had no choice in the matter. Damn."
***
Battousai let himself flop down on his back, his loose hair spreading about him like a halo, the color of drying blood. With a disgruntled sigh he let his eyes slip closed, and began to debate with himself mentally. His lips turned upward in a slight smile as he recalled the fell of her delicate fingers running through his hair, and her nails scraping gently at his skin. The very thought sent delightful shivers down his spine, that woman certainly knew how to get to him, whether she was aware of that fact or not. That made him wonder if he was in love with her, which was becoming a growing concern.
'Shit. I can't believe I've fallen in love with a human woman,' he thought. 'How could that have happened?'
But he knew that this was something that was beyond his control. He didn't even want to think about the future anymore, and he was tired of remembering the past. Yet the past haunted him always, he didn't think he'd ever be rid of it. Maybe that was the way his life was supposed to be. Collecting knowledge of the world and the universe and all that it encompassed, he knew that was one of his tasks, but was he supposed to keep re-opening old wounds like he was constantly doing? Somehow he didn't think that seemed right.
"Tonight," he thought aloud. "I'll let her know some of my past tonight. But she mustn't find out that I love her, that can never happen."
He silenced himself as he heard the shoji slide open, but he didn't bother to move from where he was sprawled across the futon. The only movement he made was that of his eyelids, which opened to let him watch Kaoru put her things away. Still damp from her bath, her raven hair had been left down, and it spilled gracefully over her shoulder.
"Feel better, lovely?" he asked lazily.
Kaoru looked at him and nodded, tossing her hair back over her shoulder with her free hand absently. Battousai watched her for a few more minutes as she found a brush and set to removing the tangles from her long mane. He laid in silence, wincing just slightly when she winced, knowing from experience how much the task could hurt. After surveying her struggle for a few moments more, he sat up.
"Come here," he said, motioning for her to sit in front of him. She submitted. "Time to return the favor," he spoke quietly, leaning forward to whisper in her ear and to take the comb from her hand.
Starting at the bottom, he slowly and gently pulled the comb through her hair, stroking her head with his free hand. Despite her hair's length, he quickly removed all the tangles and soon was just running the comb through what he'd come to think of as ebony colored silk. After a moment he dropped the comb to the side and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back to him so he could bury his nose in her hair.
"I love the way you smell," he said huskily, breathing deeply.
"Do you?" It wasn't really a question, and they both knew it. Battousai turned Kaoru around and lifted her into his lap, forcing her to straddle his body. She placed both hands on his gi, fingers splayed against his chest. He let her be the first to move, for some reason he wanted this to be slow tonight. Though he'd always had a thirst for roughness, she was different, this night was different. She was unwinding him cautiously. It was a good feeling.
The air was charged, they could both feel it. Kaoru gently pushed Battousai down and laid herself against his body. Then she stopped and rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. He reached up and wrapped his arms around her, content to just hold her for the moment. It felt so right to have her in his embrace, but how could it be any other way? They were meant to be together, since before she was even born. The thought was a bit discomfiting, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the rhythmic beating of her heart.
"Tell me who you are, Battousai," she said quietly, her lips brushing his skin where his gi was falling open. She traced a finger down his chest and back up, drawing lazy circles on his flesh.
"I am everything you fear and everything you hate," he replied. "Darkness and spite, cruelty and ingratitude. Loneliness and coldness. Broken. I am broken."
"Do you need me?"
"Yes."
"How so?" She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and then laid her head back down.
"You make me feel again."
He felt her smile again his skin, it was the most indulgent feeling. His moved his arms to stroke her back.
"I want to know why you're broken," she said it in a way that made it seem as if she were asking; he appreciated that.
"Because I am alone, always alone. Because I hate and hide myself away. Because I shun attachment and interaction."
"And that's why you're a hitokiri?" she asked now in earnest.
"No," his reply was swift and resolute. "I am a hitokiri because I embrace death and love to kill. Blood calls to me. It is nothing more, and nothing less. There is no pure-hearted ideal behind my profession, nor is there any sad tale that has brought me to what I am. If I didn't enjoy it, I wouldn't do it."
Kaoru didn't move, didn't speak. She seemed to be deep in contemplation. He reached up and angled her head so he could see her face, and asked if that bothered her. To his great surprise, she shook her head negatively. And then he realized that she was the only person that had ever accepted him. Did it truly not matter to her? He decided that he didn't care whether it did or not when she shifted and slowly began to kiss him.
Her kiss was so completely selfless he couldn't even respond. As he laid there, she gently stroked his lips with her tongue, then pushed past his lips and delved into his mouth, brushing against his gums. He heaved a shuddering sigh as she went further, caressing his tongue with hers. Less than a fraction of a second longer he remained still, and then became a flurry of motion. His eyes snapped open, burning with hunger and desire, and his hands were everywhere at once, on her head, on her back, sweeping down her legs. He scraped his teeth lightly over her tongue, eliciting a low moan that reverberated under his hands on her back.
When she pulled back for air, he took the moment to speak, "Beautiful, you're so beautiful." His voice was dark and strained, she could tell he was holding himself back. A parody of his trademark smirk graced her face; she was going to test that restraint.
Battousai knew what that smirk meant, he'd worn it enough himself, and he quickly decided that the idea was favorable. So he took his hands from her back and indolently placed them under his head. "As I've said before, I'm yours. Do with me what you will." It was hard for him to say those words under the current circumstances, but he managed to sound more or less at ease.
Not needing to be told twice, Kaoru resumed trailing her fingers up and down his chest, one hand resting under his gi and the other lightly tickling his flesh. He sucked in a sharp breath, for one so inexperienced, she knew how to tease him. A few moments of that delicious torment and she ceased, pushing his gi open further and bending her head low. Her lips opened over his throat and she swirled her tongue around his pulse point, pausing to suck the skin between her lips every once in a while. With a smile, she noted that his breathing had shortened. Almost reluctantly she trailed her tongue over his collar bone, and then down his chest to circle one nipple. He groaned, using all of his will not to move his hands from under his head. He'd made a promise, in some respects, and he would not go back on that. Not with her.
'Fuck,' he cursed mentally. 'This is going to be the most damned difficult promise I've ever kept.'
Stripping him of his gi, she traced the contours of his muscles, dragging her hands over them slowly. Taking note of where he flinched and didn't, she sat up, eyed him strangely, and suddenly flew at him, tickling him as hard as she could.
"What the fuck?!" He pushed at her hands and tried to hold back a hoarse laugh that managed to escape anyhow. "Stop that!" Now this was different. He'd never in all of his life been tickled. How she managed to do it and still arouse him was way over his head, but she was doing a masterful job of it. And he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually laughed.
Both of them breathing heavily, he grabbed her hands and forced her to stop. A grin lit her face and she pushed him back down. "I'm not done with you yet."
Her hair brushing against his abdomen, she set to work removing the rest of his clothing. Unable to stand her struggling, it was taking too long, he pushed her hands aside and finished it himself, tossing his clothes aside carelessly. Lying down on him again, she stroked his entire body with hers, pulling another groan from him. He wanted so badly to torture her as much as she was him, but she wouldn't let him. He growled when she shifted off of him, but she paid it no heed, and moved to meet his mouth in another kiss. Before he was even able to respond to it, she paused and lifted her head to look in his eyes.
"I want you to kiss me like you did earlier," she said.
"When earlier?" he panted.
"When I could feel how lonely you are, right before that girl brought dinner."
'So that was how she knew.'
"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever felt," she whispered.
He had no choice but to comply, and he moved his arms to crush her to him, letting her feel just how much pain he held in his heart. It was hard to be afraid when she said it that way. In a flash, he understood what she meant. Her clothed body pressing against his naked one, him sucking on her tongue fiercely, he knew exactly how she felt. And it really was beautiful, in a tormented and desperate way. She moaned loudly, attempting to get closer to him. His arms tightened until she thought she might break, but that couldn't stop their fiery kiss. Their tongues battled until their lungs burned for precious oxygen and Kaoru pulled away.
Breath coming in short pants, she moved down his body again, more quickly this time. He groaned as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip of his manhood slowly, circling the tip before sucking it into her mouth. He gasped for air, and steadied himself enough to speak to her.
"Take all of me," he commanded, not being able to play the submissive role any longer. "That's it, draw all of me into your mouth."
His dark voice was compelling and she obeyed swiftly, causing him to grab the back of her head, moving her gently. She smiled, earning another groan from low in his throat, and sucked harder.
"Sweet goddess," he panted. Using all of the restraint he had within him, he yanked her head away and pulled her into his arms. For a few moments he forced her to lie still while he attempted to bring himself back under control. A few shaky breaths later and he smiled down at her. "Not just yet, love." He glanced at her, taking in her disheveled appearance, and then frowning at her loosened kimono. "Look at you, still wearing so many clothes." His tone was disapproving. "Get up." She unsurely followed his directions. "Will you take them off, or will I be doing it?"
Her eyes darkened, and she shook her head. "I'll do it." He recognized the sly, sultry tone of her voice. Slowly, as if she knew exactly what to do, she removed each article of her clothing in a terpsichorean way. His amber eyes burned fiercely as he watched her from where he lay. At the instant she finished, he held out his hand to her. "Come."
She took his hand and he jerked her down on top of him, catching her easily. "I'm going to show you how it felt," he whispered in her ear, right before flipping her over.
He worked his way down slowly, nipping at her skin, suckling at her ear. She moaned and made to grab at his hair as he licked in between her breasts, but he made a disapproving noise, and took her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head. She squirmed as he circled her breast with his tongue, and then took it in his mouth, sucking impatiently. Kaoru bit her lip.
"Don't, love," he demanded, lifting his head momentarily. "Moan for me." His voice dropped to a whisper as her eyes slid shut. "I want to hear your pleasure."
She assented and he scraped his teeth across her nipple and moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Suddenly he stopped, making her whimper, and kissed his way down her body. He moved his hands from her wrists to stroke her body as he made his way further down. She gasped as she realized what he was going to do, but made no move to stop him, she was too far gone. He grinned as he searched her folds with his tongue; her voice was getting hoarser, he noted. Pausing just a moment, he kissed her sweetly, and the delved his tongue inside her, loving the way she shook slightly and cried out his name in low tones. He stroked her with his tongue, reveling in her taste, until she climaxed and screamed out his name. Lapping up her juices, he dragged his tongue back up her body, giving her time to relax.
"That was beautiful," he whispered when he was level with her mouth again, before pushing his tongue against her lips and capturing her in another kiss.
His hands rubbed up and down her body, quickly setting her on fire again. She whimpered, murmuring half-inane, pleading words into his mouth. He rubbed the tip of his erection against her slick folds and she cried out, wanting to feel him so deeply inside her. One hand on her cheek and the other on her hip, he steadied her, and kissed her as he slid slowly inside.
"Mmm, Battousai," she mumbled. "Please."
He knew what she desired, but first wanted to hear her say it. "Please what, lovely?"
"Please Battousai!" she gasped. He just stared at her as if he didn't understand. She moaned in frustration as he slowly stroked in and out of her. "Battousai!"
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence. That lasted only a few seconds before he wore a wicked grin. "Say it, I want to hear all of your fantasies, love."
"Oh gods," she mewled. "Please Battousai, faster," she gasped. "I need to feel it faster, harder."
His smile widened. It pleased him greatly to hear how he'd turned that shy little virgin he'd first met into this hellcat. And with the way she'd asked, there was not a chance he'd deny her. He'd do anything to hear that gasping, desperate plea. He increased his pace, thrusting into her quickly, delighting in the feel of her so tight around him, and in the sound of her gasps and moans that were increasing in frequency and volume. He reached down and slid one of her legs around his waist, groaning himself at the increased pleasure. Feeling Kaoru approaching her climax, he leaned down to whisper to her.
"Don't be shy, scream for me. I want... need to hear you."
His words sent her over the edge, and she screamed out his name loudly. A few more furious thrusts and he joined her, groaning out her name in a low voice as he dropped heavily upon her. They lay that way for several minutes, slick with sweat and panting, until Battousai rolled to her side. Kaoru drew in a sharp breath.
"You should have told me if you couldn't breathe," he chided.
"Mmm," Kaoru wordlessly consented. "It felt good."
Battousai chuckled as he reached for a blanket and pulled it up over both of them. This time he didn't wait for her to sleep before he kissed her forehead and began stroking her hair. He smiled as she pulled close to him and snuggled against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her as close as possible.
"Sleep well, love," he whispered.
"You've never called me that before," she replied. "I like it."
"Hn?"
"Love," she said around a yawn. "I like the way you say it."
"Oh." He wasn't sure exactly what to say. "If you like it, I'll use it more often."
She smiled and placed a hand on his chest as she gave herself up to the bliss that was sleep. He followed quickly, still eager to take refuge from reality for a few hours, even if his reality was steadily changing for what seemed the better.
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A/N: Now THAT'S what I'm talking about! Better this time, ne? I was much more pleased, and this was good fun to write. (What a twisted person I am... Ah, can't be helped.) I'm a bit hesitant about putting this up on FF.net, simply because lemons are well... not really supposed to exist on here... so I may wind up moving it or taking it down. But in this story, it's important to the plot, and used for literaryish purposes, so it's going up anyhow. If I get shown the door, so to speak, you'd better believe I'm gonna put up one HELL of a fight, and I'd hope some of you would too. Anyhow, enough of me calling out the mods and that shit ^^ I'm really not disrespectful. I think. Maybe O_o Hope you enjoyed this break for smut, because things are about to get hairy for Battousai and Kaoru, if I can work this plot the way I'm planning. Ja!
MysticShadowWanderer
Disclaimer: I can't think of anything clever and witty. So sue me. No, really. Please don't do that. All I have is the money I'm saving for Xmas presents and to go to Japan, my car (which, technically, is in my dad's name), my horse, and my computer. Let's not go stealing other people's stuff.
Warning: Contrary to what I may have led people to believe, I'm just as sick as anyone who enjoys lemons. After all, I'm writing them, aren't I? (::pauses to listen to the radio:: That is the third time I've heard this song in two hours, two times being on the SAME STATION. What is with radio stations and "I'll Be Home For Christmas"?!) Anyhow, yes. Lemon content in this chapter. If I get kicked of FF.net... I'm screwed O_o Oh well, that's how much I love you guys. Just... nobody tell or anything.)
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Chapter Nine: Release
Kaoru sank deep into the hot, relaxing bath water and breathed a quiet sigh. What had just gone on in there? A faint smile traced her lips when as she closed her eyes. He'd looked so adorable; it felt good to her to make him look that way. For the first time since she'd met him, he'd looked happy. So there was a heart in that man, and one that needed her love. That made her, in turn, happy, because she could help him, and maybe do a favor to Japan by creating less murders. At least, she hoped she could. But he didn't seem to be like a normal man in that respect. There was not a single physical sign of remorse about him when he talked about killing. It was as if humans were so far beneath him that he felt no more about slaughtering them than he did crushing a bug under one of his wooden sandals.
'As much as I disapprove of that, that being the case, I cannot force him to change,' she deliberated. 'He is what he is, and I'm not in the place to tell him any otherwise. I do feel so sorry for him. Do I love him?' she couldn't help but wonder this once again.
"Yes," she whispered to the steam that rose from the rippling surface of the water. She stirred it with her hand. "Despite all his harshness, and his being a hitokiri, I'm in love with the Battousai. I don't know how it could possibly have happened, but I think I've loved him since the very beginning, as if I had no choice in the matter. Damn."
***
Battousai let himself flop down on his back, his loose hair spreading about him like a halo, the color of drying blood. With a disgruntled sigh he let his eyes slip closed, and began to debate with himself mentally. His lips turned upward in a slight smile as he recalled the fell of her delicate fingers running through his hair, and her nails scraping gently at his skin. The very thought sent delightful shivers down his spine, that woman certainly knew how to get to him, whether she was aware of that fact or not. That made him wonder if he was in love with her, which was becoming a growing concern.
'Shit. I can't believe I've fallen in love with a human woman,' he thought. 'How could that have happened?'
But he knew that this was something that was beyond his control. He didn't even want to think about the future anymore, and he was tired of remembering the past. Yet the past haunted him always, he didn't think he'd ever be rid of it. Maybe that was the way his life was supposed to be. Collecting knowledge of the world and the universe and all that it encompassed, he knew that was one of his tasks, but was he supposed to keep re-opening old wounds like he was constantly doing? Somehow he didn't think that seemed right.
"Tonight," he thought aloud. "I'll let her know some of my past tonight. But she mustn't find out that I love her, that can never happen."
He silenced himself as he heard the shoji slide open, but he didn't bother to move from where he was sprawled across the futon. The only movement he made was that of his eyelids, which opened to let him watch Kaoru put her things away. Still damp from her bath, her raven hair had been left down, and it spilled gracefully over her shoulder.
"Feel better, lovely?" he asked lazily.
Kaoru looked at him and nodded, tossing her hair back over her shoulder with her free hand absently. Battousai watched her for a few more minutes as she found a brush and set to removing the tangles from her long mane. He laid in silence, wincing just slightly when she winced, knowing from experience how much the task could hurt. After surveying her struggle for a few moments more, he sat up.
"Come here," he said, motioning for her to sit in front of him. She submitted. "Time to return the favor," he spoke quietly, leaning forward to whisper in her ear and to take the comb from her hand.
Starting at the bottom, he slowly and gently pulled the comb through her hair, stroking her head with his free hand. Despite her hair's length, he quickly removed all the tangles and soon was just running the comb through what he'd come to think of as ebony colored silk. After a moment he dropped the comb to the side and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back to him so he could bury his nose in her hair.
"I love the way you smell," he said huskily, breathing deeply.
"Do you?" It wasn't really a question, and they both knew it. Battousai turned Kaoru around and lifted her into his lap, forcing her to straddle his body. She placed both hands on his gi, fingers splayed against his chest. He let her be the first to move, for some reason he wanted this to be slow tonight. Though he'd always had a thirst for roughness, she was different, this night was different. She was unwinding him cautiously. It was a good feeling.
The air was charged, they could both feel it. Kaoru gently pushed Battousai down and laid herself against his body. Then she stopped and rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. He reached up and wrapped his arms around her, content to just hold her for the moment. It felt so right to have her in his embrace, but how could it be any other way? They were meant to be together, since before she was even born. The thought was a bit discomfiting, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the rhythmic beating of her heart.
"Tell me who you are, Battousai," she said quietly, her lips brushing his skin where his gi was falling open. She traced a finger down his chest and back up, drawing lazy circles on his flesh.
"I am everything you fear and everything you hate," he replied. "Darkness and spite, cruelty and ingratitude. Loneliness and coldness. Broken. I am broken."
"Do you need me?"
"Yes."
"How so?" She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and then laid her head back down.
"You make me feel again."
He felt her smile again his skin, it was the most indulgent feeling. His moved his arms to stroke her back.
"I want to know why you're broken," she said it in a way that made it seem as if she were asking; he appreciated that.
"Because I am alone, always alone. Because I hate and hide myself away. Because I shun attachment and interaction."
"And that's why you're a hitokiri?" she asked now in earnest.
"No," his reply was swift and resolute. "I am a hitokiri because I embrace death and love to kill. Blood calls to me. It is nothing more, and nothing less. There is no pure-hearted ideal behind my profession, nor is there any sad tale that has brought me to what I am. If I didn't enjoy it, I wouldn't do it."
Kaoru didn't move, didn't speak. She seemed to be deep in contemplation. He reached up and angled her head so he could see her face, and asked if that bothered her. To his great surprise, she shook her head negatively. And then he realized that she was the only person that had ever accepted him. Did it truly not matter to her? He decided that he didn't care whether it did or not when she shifted and slowly began to kiss him.
Her kiss was so completely selfless he couldn't even respond. As he laid there, she gently stroked his lips with her tongue, then pushed past his lips and delved into his mouth, brushing against his gums. He heaved a shuddering sigh as she went further, caressing his tongue with hers. Less than a fraction of a second longer he remained still, and then became a flurry of motion. His eyes snapped open, burning with hunger and desire, and his hands were everywhere at once, on her head, on her back, sweeping down her legs. He scraped his teeth lightly over her tongue, eliciting a low moan that reverberated under his hands on her back.
When she pulled back for air, he took the moment to speak, "Beautiful, you're so beautiful." His voice was dark and strained, she could tell he was holding himself back. A parody of his trademark smirk graced her face; she was going to test that restraint.
Battousai knew what that smirk meant, he'd worn it enough himself, and he quickly decided that the idea was favorable. So he took his hands from her back and indolently placed them under his head. "As I've said before, I'm yours. Do with me what you will." It was hard for him to say those words under the current circumstances, but he managed to sound more or less at ease.
Not needing to be told twice, Kaoru resumed trailing her fingers up and down his chest, one hand resting under his gi and the other lightly tickling his flesh. He sucked in a sharp breath, for one so inexperienced, she knew how to tease him. A few moments of that delicious torment and she ceased, pushing his gi open further and bending her head low. Her lips opened over his throat and she swirled her tongue around his pulse point, pausing to suck the skin between her lips every once in a while. With a smile, she noted that his breathing had shortened. Almost reluctantly she trailed her tongue over his collar bone, and then down his chest to circle one nipple. He groaned, using all of his will not to move his hands from under his head. He'd made a promise, in some respects, and he would not go back on that. Not with her.
'Fuck,' he cursed mentally. 'This is going to be the most damned difficult promise I've ever kept.'
Stripping him of his gi, she traced the contours of his muscles, dragging her hands over them slowly. Taking note of where he flinched and didn't, she sat up, eyed him strangely, and suddenly flew at him, tickling him as hard as she could.
"What the fuck?!" He pushed at her hands and tried to hold back a hoarse laugh that managed to escape anyhow. "Stop that!" Now this was different. He'd never in all of his life been tickled. How she managed to do it and still arouse him was way over his head, but she was doing a masterful job of it. And he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually laughed.
Both of them breathing heavily, he grabbed her hands and forced her to stop. A grin lit her face and she pushed him back down. "I'm not done with you yet."
Her hair brushing against his abdomen, she set to work removing the rest of his clothing. Unable to stand her struggling, it was taking too long, he pushed her hands aside and finished it himself, tossing his clothes aside carelessly. Lying down on him again, she stroked his entire body with hers, pulling another groan from him. He wanted so badly to torture her as much as she was him, but she wouldn't let him. He growled when she shifted off of him, but she paid it no heed, and moved to meet his mouth in another kiss. Before he was even able to respond to it, she paused and lifted her head to look in his eyes.
"I want you to kiss me like you did earlier," she said.
"When earlier?" he panted.
"When I could feel how lonely you are, right before that girl brought dinner."
'So that was how she knew.'
"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever felt," she whispered.
He had no choice but to comply, and he moved his arms to crush her to him, letting her feel just how much pain he held in his heart. It was hard to be afraid when she said it that way. In a flash, he understood what she meant. Her clothed body pressing against his naked one, him sucking on her tongue fiercely, he knew exactly how she felt. And it really was beautiful, in a tormented and desperate way. She moaned loudly, attempting to get closer to him. His arms tightened until she thought she might break, but that couldn't stop their fiery kiss. Their tongues battled until their lungs burned for precious oxygen and Kaoru pulled away.
Breath coming in short pants, she moved down his body again, more quickly this time. He groaned as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip of his manhood slowly, circling the tip before sucking it into her mouth. He gasped for air, and steadied himself enough to speak to her.
"Take all of me," he commanded, not being able to play the submissive role any longer. "That's it, draw all of me into your mouth."
His dark voice was compelling and she obeyed swiftly, causing him to grab the back of her head, moving her gently. She smiled, earning another groan from low in his throat, and sucked harder.
"Sweet goddess," he panted. Using all of the restraint he had within him, he yanked her head away and pulled her into his arms. For a few moments he forced her to lie still while he attempted to bring himself back under control. A few shaky breaths later and he smiled down at her. "Not just yet, love." He glanced at her, taking in her disheveled appearance, and then frowning at her loosened kimono. "Look at you, still wearing so many clothes." His tone was disapproving. "Get up." She unsurely followed his directions. "Will you take them off, or will I be doing it?"
Her eyes darkened, and she shook her head. "I'll do it." He recognized the sly, sultry tone of her voice. Slowly, as if she knew exactly what to do, she removed each article of her clothing in a terpsichorean way. His amber eyes burned fiercely as he watched her from where he lay. At the instant she finished, he held out his hand to her. "Come."
She took his hand and he jerked her down on top of him, catching her easily. "I'm going to show you how it felt," he whispered in her ear, right before flipping her over.
He worked his way down slowly, nipping at her skin, suckling at her ear. She moaned and made to grab at his hair as he licked in between her breasts, but he made a disapproving noise, and took her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head. She squirmed as he circled her breast with his tongue, and then took it in his mouth, sucking impatiently. Kaoru bit her lip.
"Don't, love," he demanded, lifting his head momentarily. "Moan for me." His voice dropped to a whisper as her eyes slid shut. "I want to hear your pleasure."
She assented and he scraped his teeth across her nipple and moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Suddenly he stopped, making her whimper, and kissed his way down her body. He moved his hands from her wrists to stroke her body as he made his way further down. She gasped as she realized what he was going to do, but made no move to stop him, she was too far gone. He grinned as he searched her folds with his tongue; her voice was getting hoarser, he noted. Pausing just a moment, he kissed her sweetly, and the delved his tongue inside her, loving the way she shook slightly and cried out his name in low tones. He stroked her with his tongue, reveling in her taste, until she climaxed and screamed out his name. Lapping up her juices, he dragged his tongue back up her body, giving her time to relax.
"That was beautiful," he whispered when he was level with her mouth again, before pushing his tongue against her lips and capturing her in another kiss.
His hands rubbed up and down her body, quickly setting her on fire again. She whimpered, murmuring half-inane, pleading words into his mouth. He rubbed the tip of his erection against her slick folds and she cried out, wanting to feel him so deeply inside her. One hand on her cheek and the other on her hip, he steadied her, and kissed her as he slid slowly inside.
"Mmm, Battousai," she mumbled. "Please."
He knew what she desired, but first wanted to hear her say it. "Please what, lovely?"
"Please Battousai!" she gasped. He just stared at her as if he didn't understand. She moaned in frustration as he slowly stroked in and out of her. "Battousai!"
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence. That lasted only a few seconds before he wore a wicked grin. "Say it, I want to hear all of your fantasies, love."
"Oh gods," she mewled. "Please Battousai, faster," she gasped. "I need to feel it faster, harder."
His smile widened. It pleased him greatly to hear how he'd turned that shy little virgin he'd first met into this hellcat. And with the way she'd asked, there was not a chance he'd deny her. He'd do anything to hear that gasping, desperate plea. He increased his pace, thrusting into her quickly, delighting in the feel of her so tight around him, and in the sound of her gasps and moans that were increasing in frequency and volume. He reached down and slid one of her legs around his waist, groaning himself at the increased pleasure. Feeling Kaoru approaching her climax, he leaned down to whisper to her.
"Don't be shy, scream for me. I want... need to hear you."
His words sent her over the edge, and she screamed out his name loudly. A few more furious thrusts and he joined her, groaning out her name in a low voice as he dropped heavily upon her. They lay that way for several minutes, slick with sweat and panting, until Battousai rolled to her side. Kaoru drew in a sharp breath.
"You should have told me if you couldn't breathe," he chided.
"Mmm," Kaoru wordlessly consented. "It felt good."
Battousai chuckled as he reached for a blanket and pulled it up over both of them. This time he didn't wait for her to sleep before he kissed her forehead and began stroking her hair. He smiled as she pulled close to him and snuggled against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her as close as possible.
"Sleep well, love," he whispered.
"You've never called me that before," she replied. "I like it."
"Hn?"
"Love," she said around a yawn. "I like the way you say it."
"Oh." He wasn't sure exactly what to say. "If you like it, I'll use it more often."
She smiled and placed a hand on his chest as she gave herself up to the bliss that was sleep. He followed quickly, still eager to take refuge from reality for a few hours, even if his reality was steadily changing for what seemed the better.
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A/N: Now THAT'S what I'm talking about! Better this time, ne? I was much more pleased, and this was good fun to write. (What a twisted person I am... Ah, can't be helped.) I'm a bit hesitant about putting this up on FF.net, simply because lemons are well... not really supposed to exist on here... so I may wind up moving it or taking it down. But in this story, it's important to the plot, and used for literaryish purposes, so it's going up anyhow. If I get shown the door, so to speak, you'd better believe I'm gonna put up one HELL of a fight, and I'd hope some of you would too. Anyhow, enough of me calling out the mods and that shit ^^ I'm really not disrespectful. I think. Maybe O_o Hope you enjoyed this break for smut, because things are about to get hairy for Battousai and Kaoru, if I can work this plot the way I'm planning. Ja!