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* !!Yet Another Big Fat Warning!! * Yep, you guessed it.more sex!! ^_^ I sure do like to churn out them lemons, don't I!!?? But I'm not involved one bit in it, I swear!!! It's all Tansho and Tasuki.they're too damn horny!!! They force me to write every single one of these lemons.at gun point!! I swear it!! ^_^
Chapter Fifteen I'll Take Care of You
I am overwhelmed with relief and happiness. All my mind can process are the simple words, he came back, he came back. And for a long moment I stand at the door, knowing that he is on the other side of it, and I allow myself to be a simpleton fool in love. I forget about the bruised appearance of my face and quickly open the door for him; but when I see the shocked expression in his eyes, I know that I should have done something to try to cover up Shingen's marks.
"Tansho..." he whispers, his eyes instantly locking on the deformed bruise now covering half of my face. I am myself amazed at how quickly it formed, knowing that the only way it could have grown so fast is from the severity of the damage. "Tansho...what happened?" He asks, but I can see in his ethereal eyes that he knows just as well as I do. But, like the fool I am, my first thought is to lie to him.
"I stepped on the hem of my dress when I was walking up to my room and fell on the stairs," I say too hastily, but still hoping that he'll believe me for the simple reason of wanting to believe me. I know that he doesn't want to believe that someone struck me. I can tell by the way he shuffles into my room as quietly as he can, but trips over his own boot in the process and nearly falls to the floor. His mind is trying to process my words. Either foolish rage or loving worry in blinding him--perhaps both.
I don't bother to say anything else. I close the door behind him and invite him to sit on my bed. But he refuses and continues to stand in front of me as motionless as a tree in the forest. When I try to go to my vanity table to reapply the cloth, he takes my arm and holds me still.
"Please don't lie to me," he says with odd calmness. I want to laugh. If he only knew the lies my mouth had already told him. But I lower my head instead of laughing at him and gently pry his fingers from my arm.
"Why do you even bother to ask; you know who did it, Tasuki," I say, surprised at myself that I actually said it aloud.
"Shingen... your pimp," he says. It is partially a question, but in the most part, it is a cold statement. For a moment, I am relieved at how calm he appears to be. But I wonder if his anger is stirring wildly in his insides, waiting to be provoked further.
"Yes," I answer, "He was angry that I haven't been sleeping with as many customers as I used to. He says that I'm costing him good money."
I feel his eyes move to my face. I lift my own eyes to meet his. There is a strange expression etched on his tanned, perfect features. I am confused at first, wondering what he is thinking, why he is silent.
"It's my fault," he finally says. I knit my eyebrows together. "It's my fault, isn't it Tansho?" I am shocked at his simple and soft words. I expected him to explode in anger and tear the door of my room down in his haste to burn Shingen to ashes with his iron fan.
"How could it be your fault?" I ask, bewildered, "You're not the one who sleeps with men for money." Then, like another great blow to my bruised face, I understand. He knows that I have tried to stop sleeping with so many customers, on account of the affair I am having with him. And because of this, Shingen became angry with me. I want to fall to the floor and wrap my arms around myself in defeat. I feel so foolish for not seeing the obvious. I open my mouth to speak to him, to tell him that it's not his fault, but nothing comes out. I just stand there in front of him, my mouth a gaping hole in my bruised face.
"Tasuki," I whimper like a child, holding my arms out to him, begging him to pick me up and rock me to sleep. He rushes forward and scoops me up as if I am as light as the air itself. He cradles me gently in his warm arms, whispering undecipherable words to me. I cannot understand anything he says, my mind is too wracked with guilt and anger. I feel diseased and exposed to the elements of the world, waiting to be devoured. And I feel that he is the only thing that can protect me from everything; from Shingen, from my past, from all the pain that was inflicted upon me when all I could do was lie still and take it.
"I was only a child, goddamn it," I cry out softly, fighting my thoughts, not knowing what it is in the depths of my heart that is compelling me to speak my secrets "I was just a little girl..." I begin to sob into Tasuki's black coat. My tears sting my injured, blurry eye, but I am oblivious to the pain. "I was only a little girl."
Tasuki doesn't try to pry into my mind; he doesn't say anything. He just walks silently to my bed and lays me down on the cool linens, smoothing the dark brown hair away from my tear-soaked face as he sits beside me. I roll to my side and clutch at him, grabbing the collar of his coat and pulling him down beside me. He resists me at first, but then eases into a reclining position at my side and curls his arms around my trembling body. I bury my face in his neck, wrapping one hand under his arm and over his shoulder to pull him closer to me. I curl my other arm to my chest, between our bodies, for warmth.
"I won't let him hit you again, Tansho," Tasuki whispers in my ear. "I won't let anyone hurt you again." I feel his fingers running through my hair, smoothing it over my back. "I'll take care of you."
I have so much to say, so many questions for him, so many secrets I want to whisper to him. But I am content in the way we are at the moment, and I don't want either of us to speak any more. So I pull away from his neck and turn my face upwards to his.
His beauty never ceases to make me breathless. I let myself indulge in the perfection of his lips, the almost unnoticeable slant of his eyes, the bronze overtone of his skin. I wish I could forever see him this way, the way he was when he kept his promise and made another.
I wait until he looks down at me, then I move closer to his face and mold my lips to his. I unwind my arm from around his shoulder and replace it behind his neck, pulling him harder to me. I feel his hand press against my back to pull my body closer to his. I wrap my leg around his and open my mouth, inviting him further. For a long time we lie there, kissing each other gently, then desperately, them ravenously. And soon I am tugging anxiously at his belt and he is peeling my gown from my shoulders, his cold hands searching for the warmth of my bare skin. I should have figured a long time ago that I would never be able to get close to him without wanting to undress him.
I undo his belt, then quickly succeed in removing his heavy overcoat. I move on top of him and break our fierce kisses to sit up, pulling the collar of his shirt to tell him to sit up as well. He obeys, his eyes never leaving mine as I untuck the white shirt from his pants and pull it up over his outstretched arms, instantly falling on his naked chest when I have finished. I push him on his back again and begin my slow travels across his shoulders, chest, and stomach. I start below his chin, kissing the soft place above the apple of his throat. He leans his head back, giving me full access to wherever my mouth wants to go. I move to his jaw and ears, taking extra care to tease him with gentle kisses on the earlobe that I learned on the first night I touched him would excite him. I stop kissing his neck when I reach the sunken place on his shoulder, just above his collarbone. I can feel his blood throb beneath my lips when I kiss him there, like water trapped under ice.
I continue my explorations down his chest, running my fingers over his shoulders and down his arms as I kiss his nipples. He gasps at the sudden contact, but soon relaxes and settles against my pillows when I move my hands down to his stomach, tracing the faint outline of the muscles beneath his skin. And as I work, I remember yet again that this skin was one of the first places I touched him, one of the first places to receive me. Perhaps that is why I am so enchanted by it, its texture and warmth. I trail my fingers below his navel and feel his muscles clench in excitement.
When I crawl farther backwards to pull his boots off and toss them on the floor, I look up and see him in the dimness of my room, barely lighted by an oil lamp, his entire body a collaboration of beauty. The color of his skin, the curved muscles of his shoulders and chest, everything about him seems surreal, an illusion. I stare silently and find that my mind cannot comprehend what it is being exposed to. I crawl back up to him on my hands and knees and lie on his chest, letting my face hover directly above his.
"You're so beautiful," I say, my voice void of anything but enchantment. He seems bewildered at my bluntness, but his eyes shine at my words, showing how flattered he truly is. "I want to make you happy," I say, cupping his face in my hands. I smooth my thumbs across the paper- thin skin beneath his eyes and watch in fascination as he blinks in reflex. "I want to please you." What I truly want is to tell him is everything that is tangled inside my mind. I would give my soul to all the demons of hell to untangle everything and lay it out for him to see. All of it, everything that I am. Everything that I want to become. I want to let him see everything. "I want to make you happy, Tasuki," I repeat.
"You already have," he answers me, taking my own face in his hands, "You've done that, and much more..." His lips spread in the uneven smirk that has become his trademark, causing one shiny fang to pop out. "Hell, you made me love you. And if you cured me of my dislike of women, then I don't think there is much else to be done." He pulls me down and engulfs my lips with his in a fiery kiss. I settle against him and let him kiss my lips and hands, my neck and shoulders, and when his hands hook the fabric of my gown that covers my shoulders, I sit up and let him pull it down to where he pleases. And I hold still as he unties the knot of my sash and pulls open my gown to reveal me. His hands touch me carefully and gently, obviously afraid that Shingen might have battered other parts of me other than my face. His eyes wander over my face, but are undisturbed at the sight of the ugly blue mark that blemishes it. They harden when they see it, but not out of disgust. I pray that he means what he told me; I do hope that he will protect me forever.
He suddenly sits up, taking me with him, and leans forward into me. I feel a rush of heat as his lips connect with my neck, kissing and sucking gently before moving lower. I moan at the soft warmth caused by his breath on my skin and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. I let out a shocked gasp when he unexpectedly seals his lips around my nipple. I brace myself for the pain, but then happily realize that I am with Tasuki and not a customer who usually bites me until I scream in agony. I lean my head back happily and let his arms support me as he kisses and suckles my breasts like they were the essence of life itself, and I quickly learn that when the administrator is gentle, the sensations are unbelievable. I fall upon him again, causing us to lie down again, when he has taken in his fill with his eyes and mouth. I let him pet my back and play with my hair, soon discovering that he has taken a strange liking to my waist-length tresses. He takes a strand and wraps it around his fingers, then unwinds it so it forms a curl.
But soon, I am hungry to take again, and not to give. I pull myself away from his chest slowly and lean over him to kiss his forehead, moving down the bridge of his nose until I am sealed against his lips. And as I kiss him, I trail my hands down to his stomach and begin work on his pants. When I have undone them, he is more than eager to help me pull them down and toss them to the air, where they flutter and fall upon the pile of our other clothes.
"Sit up," I whisper to him. He lifts his eyebrows in question, but does as I say and lifts himself on his elbows until he is sitting with his back pressed against the smooth headboard of my bed.
I then straddle him and press myself to his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him as close to me as possible. He sees what I want, and kisses me deeply, so deep that I feel his fangs graze sharply over my tongue, before moving his arms around my waist. One settles lightly on my hip, but the other presses between my shoulder blades to keep me firmly against his chest. In an instant I feel my womanhood come alive as it is pressed to the hardness of him. I let out a long gasp, then sigh into his mouth and grind myself slowly against him, dying of excitement of what is to come. But he refuses to let me move, and when I break the kiss to try to take control, he presses his lips to mine again and again, making me wait, making me kiss him.
His fingers suddenly move between my thighs and touch my wetness in curiosity. I tighten my grip on his shoulders as he explores me, making sure to keep well away from my core to heighten my desperation. I want to scream at him and beg him, but I lay my head against his naked shoulder and breathe deeply as I ripen against his roaming fingers, thoroughly enjoying his tentative explorations.
Soon, his hand emerges from the junction of my thighs and wraps itself around my waist again. And in a silent and gentle movement, he lifts my body slightly above his, and gently lowers me again until my womanhood is surrounding him. I crush myself to him as the sensation of finally being united cascades through me, and I bite my lip to keep from sinking my teeth into his shoulder. We sit still for a moment as he gives me time to adjust to him and get myself comfortable in this strange position, and he waits for me to begin our motions. And when I do move, I am overwhelmed by the feelings, knowing that I am the one creating them. For a moment, I am baffled, for I have fucked a countless number of men this way. I have no idea why the sensations are so different, so much more pleasurable. But when Tasuki takes control with me and begins lifting my body gently and slowly, rubbing my breasts against his chest and squeezing my waist and back with his hands, I quickly realize the difference.
Before, the only part of my body that touched my clients' was my lower half. But I am pressing Tasuki's entire upper body to mine, holding onto him as he holds onto me. And I realize that our connection in other parts of our bodies besides our sexes is what is causing this new sensation to awaken in me.
So I cling tighter to him and move with him, rocking and stroking in a motion that we just flow with nonchalantly. I curl my hands around his neck and run my fingers madly through his red hair as his pace quickens within me, causing me to lose control of the movement of my body. I bring my legs away from his thighs and try to swing them around his back so that I am nearly sitting on him, with him holding all my weight. But I get my foot tangled in a linen and am unable to loosen it. He notices and slows our thrusting to take my leg beneath the knee and pull it around him, instantly creating a completely different sense of pleasure between my thighs. I sigh at the new feeling and fall against Tasuki heavily, not knowing how much longer I can last.
He and I begin again quickly, moving up and down as well as backward and forward in a rocking motion that causes his back to hit against the headboard forcefully more than once, making him scowl then smirk drunkenly. I am no longer able to control my voice and begin to moan and whimper in ecstasy; and, even though he tries his best to stay silent as well, his moans soon grow louder than mine. And we soon discover to our amusement that we are fueled by each others voices and bravely allow ourselves to get louder and louder until my mouth is open in a silent cry, and he is burying his face in my hair to try to keep his moans under control. They vibrate on my sweat-soaked skin, echoing inside my head with each movement of him inside of me, and I answer back enthusiastically.
"I'll take care of you," he mumbles into my hair, his body moving wildly beneath me, thrusting deeply into me. "I'll take care of you, Tansho...I promise." My mind is enthralled by the sudden sound of him speaking to me, and I instantly feel the pleasurable sensation in the junction of my thighs intensify, blooming deep within me.
"Keep talking!" I gasp into his ear, exhaling violently as I crush him tighter to my breasts.
"What do I say?" he answers, his voice nothing more than a whisper, as equally exhausted as mine.
"Anything!" I cry out frantically, pushing my body down on his, causing him to release a sudden, deep moan that excites me even further.
When he regains his breath, he obeys my request and begins speaking between gasps and moans, most of his sentences no more than mumblings and less than three words long. He speaks whatever pops into his mind, but they are still unexplainably riveting to my senses. They excite me beyond imagination, and I revel in the altering pitches and tones of his beautiful, heavily accented voice.
My body begins to tremble wildly at the continuous sound of his voice in my ear. I clutch him harder and harder until it feels as if we are being permanently sealed together, and only then does my womanhood begin to convulse around him as I am pushed over the edge. I lock my ankles together behind his back and press my knees into his sides. I lean back, and he leans forward into me, pressing his cheek firmly to the heat of my chest as I release myself. I try not to open my mouth in the scream that I know is begging to come out. Even though I am able to repress a shriek, I must allow my voice to release in some way. So I press my cheek against Tasuki's and moan deeply into his ear, begging him to join me and not leave me to take this alone.
As if he understood my plea, he follows close behind me with a deep, tortured moan just as soul piercing as mine. He grips my hips and waist desperately as he releases himself, his essence flowing silently and warmly deep into me as he pants and cries out into my hair, unable to hold his own voice at bay. He leans harder into me, moving me with him. I whisper his name with the last remained strength that I hold and collapse on his shoulder, our numb arms still encircling each other.
We sit for several minutes in this position, my body on top of his, our arms tightly wound around each other, my legs embracing his sides. I brush sweat-soaked strands of red hair off his forehead and cheeks, and kiss him swiftly and gently over and over again, making the heightened sensations of our body last even longer. He runs his hands up and down my back in a painfully slow motion, pressing gently into my muscles to loosen and relax them. I keep us tightly connected to each other, and look in his eyes as I try to discern what he is thinking, what his mind is saying to him. He has always seemed so content in my presence, so happy and satisfied. I find it amazing how unselfish he is, how fervently he wishes to please me. And it all makes me want to please him more, to thank him. I wonder how a man like him came to be, how he can be so funny and silly and make me laugh constantly, and yet be so loving and emotional and make me love him so much that I feel I will burst.
When he is no longer able to hold himself up in a sitting position, he slowly scoots away from the headboard and gently lowers himself to the bed, taking me down with him. I unwrap my legs from around him as he lays on his back and I quietly move off him, disconnecting us. I settle into his side, molding the outline of my body to his, and kiss his shoulder. I want to sleep, but my mind is far too stimulated to allow rest; so I press myself to him and drape and arm over his stomach, whish is still heaving from our activities. He curls me further into him with an arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder. I look up at him to see his eyes wanting to close, but refusing to. He is obviously plagued with the same predicament as me, and I wonder how long it will take before our exhaustion catches up with us and we are able to sleep.
A/N: Well, yet another chapter full of lemon, lemon, and even more lemon (One of best, I must say ^_^) Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Needless to say, I'm a bit tired myself...^_^...hehe! And for once in my life, no cliffhanger!! Hope you enjoy not having to suffer one, 'cause it won't last long!
Well let's see here, will Tasuki continue to be so calm concerning Tansho and Shingen, or will he eventually lose his cool and roast the old asshole? And will his and Tansho's steamy affair continue for much longer...or is it destined to come to an end sooner or later?! Come back soon to find out!
Replies to reviewers:
Shadowkeyu: You know, I never really noticed that aspect about Tasuki's warrior strength and how it kinda came in handy when he and Tansho met up at the latrines. ^_^ you're very perceptive, my dear. ^_^
MeKI: So how did your friends like my fic, huh? I'm still so flattered by how far you guys went in order to read it. ^_^
White Cloud: Hee hee, I don't blame you for being hesitant to read this. I's certainly lift an eyebrow before clicking on a story about a prostitute. But if Tasuki was in it, I'd pretty much read anything. ^_^ Still, I'm glad you went against your better judgment and decided to read my little fic! ^_^
Penquine: Yeah, I'm so sorry my updates are taking a while. I'm so looking forward to posting the "new" chapters that haven't been up on FF yet, and curious of what my "old" readers will think of them. ^_^ They're coming soon, I promise!!!!
Missy: Hey!!! Long time to see.or talk.or type.whatever.^_^ E-mail me OK and we'll catch up!!!
Ravi Acushlao: I'll tell you how I came up with my idea for "Tansho" if you tell me how you came up with your pen name!! ^_^ Just kidding.I'll tell you. I actually took the idea from several different places. Most of the detailed storyline itself is from my own disturbed mind ^_^, but I took ideas and elements for the overall plot from several places. The most prominent inspiration was most definitely the movie "Moulin Rouge". There are several similarities between my storyline and the movie's, but also many differences too (I wouldn't' totally rip off such a great movie!!). I also took a few ideas from the novel "Picturemaker". Also, some of the nit- picky details throughout the storyline are the products of my interest in anything about History.
Thanks to all my other reviewers!!! I love all of you!!!
* !!Yet Another Big Fat Warning!! * Yep, you guessed it.more sex!! ^_^ I sure do like to churn out them lemons, don't I!!?? But I'm not involved one bit in it, I swear!!! It's all Tansho and Tasuki.they're too damn horny!!! They force me to write every single one of these lemons.at gun point!! I swear it!! ^_^
Chapter Fifteen I'll Take Care of You
I am overwhelmed with relief and happiness. All my mind can process are the simple words, he came back, he came back. And for a long moment I stand at the door, knowing that he is on the other side of it, and I allow myself to be a simpleton fool in love. I forget about the bruised appearance of my face and quickly open the door for him; but when I see the shocked expression in his eyes, I know that I should have done something to try to cover up Shingen's marks.
"Tansho..." he whispers, his eyes instantly locking on the deformed bruise now covering half of my face. I am myself amazed at how quickly it formed, knowing that the only way it could have grown so fast is from the severity of the damage. "Tansho...what happened?" He asks, but I can see in his ethereal eyes that he knows just as well as I do. But, like the fool I am, my first thought is to lie to him.
"I stepped on the hem of my dress when I was walking up to my room and fell on the stairs," I say too hastily, but still hoping that he'll believe me for the simple reason of wanting to believe me. I know that he doesn't want to believe that someone struck me. I can tell by the way he shuffles into my room as quietly as he can, but trips over his own boot in the process and nearly falls to the floor. His mind is trying to process my words. Either foolish rage or loving worry in blinding him--perhaps both.
I don't bother to say anything else. I close the door behind him and invite him to sit on my bed. But he refuses and continues to stand in front of me as motionless as a tree in the forest. When I try to go to my vanity table to reapply the cloth, he takes my arm and holds me still.
"Please don't lie to me," he says with odd calmness. I want to laugh. If he only knew the lies my mouth had already told him. But I lower my head instead of laughing at him and gently pry his fingers from my arm.
"Why do you even bother to ask; you know who did it, Tasuki," I say, surprised at myself that I actually said it aloud.
"Shingen... your pimp," he says. It is partially a question, but in the most part, it is a cold statement. For a moment, I am relieved at how calm he appears to be. But I wonder if his anger is stirring wildly in his insides, waiting to be provoked further.
"Yes," I answer, "He was angry that I haven't been sleeping with as many customers as I used to. He says that I'm costing him good money."
I feel his eyes move to my face. I lift my own eyes to meet his. There is a strange expression etched on his tanned, perfect features. I am confused at first, wondering what he is thinking, why he is silent.
"It's my fault," he finally says. I knit my eyebrows together. "It's my fault, isn't it Tansho?" I am shocked at his simple and soft words. I expected him to explode in anger and tear the door of my room down in his haste to burn Shingen to ashes with his iron fan.
"How could it be your fault?" I ask, bewildered, "You're not the one who sleeps with men for money." Then, like another great blow to my bruised face, I understand. He knows that I have tried to stop sleeping with so many customers, on account of the affair I am having with him. And because of this, Shingen became angry with me. I want to fall to the floor and wrap my arms around myself in defeat. I feel so foolish for not seeing the obvious. I open my mouth to speak to him, to tell him that it's not his fault, but nothing comes out. I just stand there in front of him, my mouth a gaping hole in my bruised face.
"Tasuki," I whimper like a child, holding my arms out to him, begging him to pick me up and rock me to sleep. He rushes forward and scoops me up as if I am as light as the air itself. He cradles me gently in his warm arms, whispering undecipherable words to me. I cannot understand anything he says, my mind is too wracked with guilt and anger. I feel diseased and exposed to the elements of the world, waiting to be devoured. And I feel that he is the only thing that can protect me from everything; from Shingen, from my past, from all the pain that was inflicted upon me when all I could do was lie still and take it.
"I was only a child, goddamn it," I cry out softly, fighting my thoughts, not knowing what it is in the depths of my heart that is compelling me to speak my secrets "I was just a little girl..." I begin to sob into Tasuki's black coat. My tears sting my injured, blurry eye, but I am oblivious to the pain. "I was only a little girl."
Tasuki doesn't try to pry into my mind; he doesn't say anything. He just walks silently to my bed and lays me down on the cool linens, smoothing the dark brown hair away from my tear-soaked face as he sits beside me. I roll to my side and clutch at him, grabbing the collar of his coat and pulling him down beside me. He resists me at first, but then eases into a reclining position at my side and curls his arms around my trembling body. I bury my face in his neck, wrapping one hand under his arm and over his shoulder to pull him closer to me. I curl my other arm to my chest, between our bodies, for warmth.
"I won't let him hit you again, Tansho," Tasuki whispers in my ear. "I won't let anyone hurt you again." I feel his fingers running through my hair, smoothing it over my back. "I'll take care of you."
I have so much to say, so many questions for him, so many secrets I want to whisper to him. But I am content in the way we are at the moment, and I don't want either of us to speak any more. So I pull away from his neck and turn my face upwards to his.
His beauty never ceases to make me breathless. I let myself indulge in the perfection of his lips, the almost unnoticeable slant of his eyes, the bronze overtone of his skin. I wish I could forever see him this way, the way he was when he kept his promise and made another.
I wait until he looks down at me, then I move closer to his face and mold my lips to his. I unwind my arm from around his shoulder and replace it behind his neck, pulling him harder to me. I feel his hand press against my back to pull my body closer to his. I wrap my leg around his and open my mouth, inviting him further. For a long time we lie there, kissing each other gently, then desperately, them ravenously. And soon I am tugging anxiously at his belt and he is peeling my gown from my shoulders, his cold hands searching for the warmth of my bare skin. I should have figured a long time ago that I would never be able to get close to him without wanting to undress him.
I undo his belt, then quickly succeed in removing his heavy overcoat. I move on top of him and break our fierce kisses to sit up, pulling the collar of his shirt to tell him to sit up as well. He obeys, his eyes never leaving mine as I untuck the white shirt from his pants and pull it up over his outstretched arms, instantly falling on his naked chest when I have finished. I push him on his back again and begin my slow travels across his shoulders, chest, and stomach. I start below his chin, kissing the soft place above the apple of his throat. He leans his head back, giving me full access to wherever my mouth wants to go. I move to his jaw and ears, taking extra care to tease him with gentle kisses on the earlobe that I learned on the first night I touched him would excite him. I stop kissing his neck when I reach the sunken place on his shoulder, just above his collarbone. I can feel his blood throb beneath my lips when I kiss him there, like water trapped under ice.
I continue my explorations down his chest, running my fingers over his shoulders and down his arms as I kiss his nipples. He gasps at the sudden contact, but soon relaxes and settles against my pillows when I move my hands down to his stomach, tracing the faint outline of the muscles beneath his skin. And as I work, I remember yet again that this skin was one of the first places I touched him, one of the first places to receive me. Perhaps that is why I am so enchanted by it, its texture and warmth. I trail my fingers below his navel and feel his muscles clench in excitement.
When I crawl farther backwards to pull his boots off and toss them on the floor, I look up and see him in the dimness of my room, barely lighted by an oil lamp, his entire body a collaboration of beauty. The color of his skin, the curved muscles of his shoulders and chest, everything about him seems surreal, an illusion. I stare silently and find that my mind cannot comprehend what it is being exposed to. I crawl back up to him on my hands and knees and lie on his chest, letting my face hover directly above his.
"You're so beautiful," I say, my voice void of anything but enchantment. He seems bewildered at my bluntness, but his eyes shine at my words, showing how flattered he truly is. "I want to make you happy," I say, cupping his face in my hands. I smooth my thumbs across the paper- thin skin beneath his eyes and watch in fascination as he blinks in reflex. "I want to please you." What I truly want is to tell him is everything that is tangled inside my mind. I would give my soul to all the demons of hell to untangle everything and lay it out for him to see. All of it, everything that I am. Everything that I want to become. I want to let him see everything. "I want to make you happy, Tasuki," I repeat.
"You already have," he answers me, taking my own face in his hands, "You've done that, and much more..." His lips spread in the uneven smirk that has become his trademark, causing one shiny fang to pop out. "Hell, you made me love you. And if you cured me of my dislike of women, then I don't think there is much else to be done." He pulls me down and engulfs my lips with his in a fiery kiss. I settle against him and let him kiss my lips and hands, my neck and shoulders, and when his hands hook the fabric of my gown that covers my shoulders, I sit up and let him pull it down to where he pleases. And I hold still as he unties the knot of my sash and pulls open my gown to reveal me. His hands touch me carefully and gently, obviously afraid that Shingen might have battered other parts of me other than my face. His eyes wander over my face, but are undisturbed at the sight of the ugly blue mark that blemishes it. They harden when they see it, but not out of disgust. I pray that he means what he told me; I do hope that he will protect me forever.
He suddenly sits up, taking me with him, and leans forward into me. I feel a rush of heat as his lips connect with my neck, kissing and sucking gently before moving lower. I moan at the soft warmth caused by his breath on my skin and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. I let out a shocked gasp when he unexpectedly seals his lips around my nipple. I brace myself for the pain, but then happily realize that I am with Tasuki and not a customer who usually bites me until I scream in agony. I lean my head back happily and let his arms support me as he kisses and suckles my breasts like they were the essence of life itself, and I quickly learn that when the administrator is gentle, the sensations are unbelievable. I fall upon him again, causing us to lie down again, when he has taken in his fill with his eyes and mouth. I let him pet my back and play with my hair, soon discovering that he has taken a strange liking to my waist-length tresses. He takes a strand and wraps it around his fingers, then unwinds it so it forms a curl.
But soon, I am hungry to take again, and not to give. I pull myself away from his chest slowly and lean over him to kiss his forehead, moving down the bridge of his nose until I am sealed against his lips. And as I kiss him, I trail my hands down to his stomach and begin work on his pants. When I have undone them, he is more than eager to help me pull them down and toss them to the air, where they flutter and fall upon the pile of our other clothes.
"Sit up," I whisper to him. He lifts his eyebrows in question, but does as I say and lifts himself on his elbows until he is sitting with his back pressed against the smooth headboard of my bed.
I then straddle him and press myself to his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him as close to me as possible. He sees what I want, and kisses me deeply, so deep that I feel his fangs graze sharply over my tongue, before moving his arms around my waist. One settles lightly on my hip, but the other presses between my shoulder blades to keep me firmly against his chest. In an instant I feel my womanhood come alive as it is pressed to the hardness of him. I let out a long gasp, then sigh into his mouth and grind myself slowly against him, dying of excitement of what is to come. But he refuses to let me move, and when I break the kiss to try to take control, he presses his lips to mine again and again, making me wait, making me kiss him.
His fingers suddenly move between my thighs and touch my wetness in curiosity. I tighten my grip on his shoulders as he explores me, making sure to keep well away from my core to heighten my desperation. I want to scream at him and beg him, but I lay my head against his naked shoulder and breathe deeply as I ripen against his roaming fingers, thoroughly enjoying his tentative explorations.
Soon, his hand emerges from the junction of my thighs and wraps itself around my waist again. And in a silent and gentle movement, he lifts my body slightly above his, and gently lowers me again until my womanhood is surrounding him. I crush myself to him as the sensation of finally being united cascades through me, and I bite my lip to keep from sinking my teeth into his shoulder. We sit still for a moment as he gives me time to adjust to him and get myself comfortable in this strange position, and he waits for me to begin our motions. And when I do move, I am overwhelmed by the feelings, knowing that I am the one creating them. For a moment, I am baffled, for I have fucked a countless number of men this way. I have no idea why the sensations are so different, so much more pleasurable. But when Tasuki takes control with me and begins lifting my body gently and slowly, rubbing my breasts against his chest and squeezing my waist and back with his hands, I quickly realize the difference.
Before, the only part of my body that touched my clients' was my lower half. But I am pressing Tasuki's entire upper body to mine, holding onto him as he holds onto me. And I realize that our connection in other parts of our bodies besides our sexes is what is causing this new sensation to awaken in me.
So I cling tighter to him and move with him, rocking and stroking in a motion that we just flow with nonchalantly. I curl my hands around his neck and run my fingers madly through his red hair as his pace quickens within me, causing me to lose control of the movement of my body. I bring my legs away from his thighs and try to swing them around his back so that I am nearly sitting on him, with him holding all my weight. But I get my foot tangled in a linen and am unable to loosen it. He notices and slows our thrusting to take my leg beneath the knee and pull it around him, instantly creating a completely different sense of pleasure between my thighs. I sigh at the new feeling and fall against Tasuki heavily, not knowing how much longer I can last.
He and I begin again quickly, moving up and down as well as backward and forward in a rocking motion that causes his back to hit against the headboard forcefully more than once, making him scowl then smirk drunkenly. I am no longer able to control my voice and begin to moan and whimper in ecstasy; and, even though he tries his best to stay silent as well, his moans soon grow louder than mine. And we soon discover to our amusement that we are fueled by each others voices and bravely allow ourselves to get louder and louder until my mouth is open in a silent cry, and he is burying his face in my hair to try to keep his moans under control. They vibrate on my sweat-soaked skin, echoing inside my head with each movement of him inside of me, and I answer back enthusiastically.
"I'll take care of you," he mumbles into my hair, his body moving wildly beneath me, thrusting deeply into me. "I'll take care of you, Tansho...I promise." My mind is enthralled by the sudden sound of him speaking to me, and I instantly feel the pleasurable sensation in the junction of my thighs intensify, blooming deep within me.
"Keep talking!" I gasp into his ear, exhaling violently as I crush him tighter to my breasts.
"What do I say?" he answers, his voice nothing more than a whisper, as equally exhausted as mine.
"Anything!" I cry out frantically, pushing my body down on his, causing him to release a sudden, deep moan that excites me even further.
When he regains his breath, he obeys my request and begins speaking between gasps and moans, most of his sentences no more than mumblings and less than three words long. He speaks whatever pops into his mind, but they are still unexplainably riveting to my senses. They excite me beyond imagination, and I revel in the altering pitches and tones of his beautiful, heavily accented voice.
My body begins to tremble wildly at the continuous sound of his voice in my ear. I clutch him harder and harder until it feels as if we are being permanently sealed together, and only then does my womanhood begin to convulse around him as I am pushed over the edge. I lock my ankles together behind his back and press my knees into his sides. I lean back, and he leans forward into me, pressing his cheek firmly to the heat of my chest as I release myself. I try not to open my mouth in the scream that I know is begging to come out. Even though I am able to repress a shriek, I must allow my voice to release in some way. So I press my cheek against Tasuki's and moan deeply into his ear, begging him to join me and not leave me to take this alone.
As if he understood my plea, he follows close behind me with a deep, tortured moan just as soul piercing as mine. He grips my hips and waist desperately as he releases himself, his essence flowing silently and warmly deep into me as he pants and cries out into my hair, unable to hold his own voice at bay. He leans harder into me, moving me with him. I whisper his name with the last remained strength that I hold and collapse on his shoulder, our numb arms still encircling each other.
We sit for several minutes in this position, my body on top of his, our arms tightly wound around each other, my legs embracing his sides. I brush sweat-soaked strands of red hair off his forehead and cheeks, and kiss him swiftly and gently over and over again, making the heightened sensations of our body last even longer. He runs his hands up and down my back in a painfully slow motion, pressing gently into my muscles to loosen and relax them. I keep us tightly connected to each other, and look in his eyes as I try to discern what he is thinking, what his mind is saying to him. He has always seemed so content in my presence, so happy and satisfied. I find it amazing how unselfish he is, how fervently he wishes to please me. And it all makes me want to please him more, to thank him. I wonder how a man like him came to be, how he can be so funny and silly and make me laugh constantly, and yet be so loving and emotional and make me love him so much that I feel I will burst.
When he is no longer able to hold himself up in a sitting position, he slowly scoots away from the headboard and gently lowers himself to the bed, taking me down with him. I unwrap my legs from around him as he lays on his back and I quietly move off him, disconnecting us. I settle into his side, molding the outline of my body to his, and kiss his shoulder. I want to sleep, but my mind is far too stimulated to allow rest; so I press myself to him and drape and arm over his stomach, whish is still heaving from our activities. He curls me further into him with an arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder. I look up at him to see his eyes wanting to close, but refusing to. He is obviously plagued with the same predicament as me, and I wonder how long it will take before our exhaustion catches up with us and we are able to sleep.
A/N: Well, yet another chapter full of lemon, lemon, and even more lemon (One of best, I must say ^_^) Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Needless to say, I'm a bit tired myself...^_^...hehe! And for once in my life, no cliffhanger!! Hope you enjoy not having to suffer one, 'cause it won't last long!
Well let's see here, will Tasuki continue to be so calm concerning Tansho and Shingen, or will he eventually lose his cool and roast the old asshole? And will his and Tansho's steamy affair continue for much longer...or is it destined to come to an end sooner or later?! Come back soon to find out!
Replies to reviewers:
Shadowkeyu: You know, I never really noticed that aspect about Tasuki's warrior strength and how it kinda came in handy when he and Tansho met up at the latrines. ^_^ you're very perceptive, my dear. ^_^
MeKI: So how did your friends like my fic, huh? I'm still so flattered by how far you guys went in order to read it. ^_^
White Cloud: Hee hee, I don't blame you for being hesitant to read this. I's certainly lift an eyebrow before clicking on a story about a prostitute. But if Tasuki was in it, I'd pretty much read anything. ^_^ Still, I'm glad you went against your better judgment and decided to read my little fic! ^_^
Penquine: Yeah, I'm so sorry my updates are taking a while. I'm so looking forward to posting the "new" chapters that haven't been up on FF yet, and curious of what my "old" readers will think of them. ^_^ They're coming soon, I promise!!!!
Missy: Hey!!! Long time to see.or talk.or type.whatever.^_^ E-mail me OK and we'll catch up!!!
Ravi Acushlao: I'll tell you how I came up with my idea for "Tansho" if you tell me how you came up with your pen name!! ^_^ Just kidding.I'll tell you. I actually took the idea from several different places. Most of the detailed storyline itself is from my own disturbed mind ^_^, but I took ideas and elements for the overall plot from several places. The most prominent inspiration was most definitely the movie "Moulin Rouge". There are several similarities between my storyline and the movie's, but also many differences too (I wouldn't' totally rip off such a great movie!!). I also took a few ideas from the novel "Picturemaker". Also, some of the nit- picky details throughout the storyline are the products of my interest in anything about History.
Thanks to all my other reviewers!!! I love all of you!!!