Title: Distance Chapter 5

Rating: R

Pairings: Well, it's a little complicated...

Warnings: We've still got some lemon going on in this chapter-if you think this surpasses the R rating, let me know so I can edit it!

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue!

Author's Notes: This chapter was hard to right-I actually had something else in mind but I couldn't get it out on paper, so this has to suffice for now. I'm working on the next chapter, and it might be up before Christmas (note the 'might.' It might come a couple of days later, but not, like, a couple of weeks later, or anything) I hope the citrus is good...I've never really written anything like this before, so I'm experimenting (but nothing too weird, I promise!) As always, reviews are wonderful and they keep me going! Thanks for reading!

He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. The smell of smoke was present, but not overwhelming, as he started to sit up, grimacing slightly at the stiffness of his neck, the soreness he felt all over his body. It felt as if someone had beaten him all over and then threw him on the ground just for the fun of it.

Well, Kyoshiro smirked, it wasn't very fun.

He tried to move, his body still not quite responding to his demands. Kyo had been in control of his body for four years, so it was to be expected. Kyoshiro knew that, when he decided to re-take his body, the transition wouldn't be all that pleasant. He just wished it would have been a little more comfortable.

Kyoshiro winced as a dull, throbbing pain lanced his skull and traveled down to his heart. He took several deep breaths, the pain finally ebbing as he began to get more oxygen to his system. Deep down, he knew it wasn't the lack of oxygen that had caused the pain--it was Kyo. Kyo wanted to be back in control, back to chase down that stupid girl he'd been following for the past four years.

But there was no way in Hell Kyoshiro was giving up his control. Not without a fight. He had tried so long to get his consciousness back, so long to get his freedom that he desperately needed. There were things Kyoshiro wanted to do, and Kyo was not going to be a part of them.

Yukimura was gone for over an hour, enough time for Yuya to think about her position and what she was going to do to get out of it. With her hands and feet bound, and her body stiff from not moving, she was pretty much out of luck.

She didn't like where things were going.

She felt Yukimura's presence long before she could see him, her heart hammering in her chest. She thought that he could hear it, mistake it for anticipation. In reality, she was scared of him. Bound as she was, she was left up to his mercy. The submission thing wasn't really her thing, but she was prepared to beg on her hands and knees for him to let her go.

"I'm back, Yuya darling." Within seconds, his hot breath was back on her neck, and Yuya gasped at the sensation.

"P-Please l-l-leave me a-a-alone, Yukimura." His hands roamed over her body again, causing sparks to stir low in her stomach. As much as she tried to deny the feeling, avoid the pleasure his hands brought to her skin, she found that she couldn't voice anything other than a short gasp as his mouth made contact with the tender flesh of her neck, his tongue tasting and suckling the area.

"I don't believe you really want me to." He said, his voice a touch breathless. His hands, which had been roaming endlessly over her body, suddenly had a destination in mind, and Yuya had to bite her lip to keep the moan of pleasure from escaping her throat.

"Like that, do you?" His grin was smug as he watched her squirm, his hands stroking lightly across the damp surface of her underwear, pressing harder as she began to moan openly. Her legs clenched closed, keeping his hand trapped there as her head thrashed from side to side.

"P-P-Please...Yuki-Yukimura..." She whimpered, her face covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her mouth was open, panting, as her hips made small thrusting motions against his questing fingers. Her eyes were clenched closed, as if Yukimura really wasn't the person she wanted to see when she opened them.

He couldn't say he blamed her.

As that thought roamed across Yukimura's brain, he suddenly lost the will to finish off what he had started. And although Yuya tried to keep him there, he pulled his hands away from her body and stepped away, ignoring the whimpers and moans Yuya made deep in her throat.

I will release you in the morning," was all he said, moving away from the tempting woman tied before him. If he could lose his focus, he could go back to making her...

'No,' he thought to himself, 'she is Kyo's woman. He would never forgive me.'

"W-Why?" Her voice was still shaky, but he could tell she had gotten most of her mental control back.

Yukimura chuckled, although it held no amusement. "You are too much for me, dear Yuya." He paused, walking away, "besides, Kyo would never forgive me."

She meant to nod, meant to agree with whatever he said. But at the mentioning of Kyo's name, her whole body tensed, and her green eyes sparked with something the stirred jealousy within Yukimura. "Kyo? You've seen Kyo?"

Yukimura smirked. "I've seen Kyo." His smirk disappeared. "And I've seen Kyoshiro."

"They're both alive? But I thought..."

"Don't ask questions, Yuya. The answers will come to you in time." He left the cave, his voice echoing through the stone, "Tomorrow, Yuya, you will be free."

Yuya sighed, her body still reeling from the sexual tension Yukimura caused within her although it had subdued to the point of mild uncomfortable-ness. Then she thought of Kyo, and her mood perked up slightly. If he was alive, and so was Kyoshiro, maybe they'd be able to become friends again. Maybe she'd even be able to learn more about the two men who were the same person, the two men her heart couldn't decide between.

Kyoshiro was the heart beneath the warrior, the softer side of a ruthless killer.

Kyo was the hardened warrior, his instinct to protect stirring emotions deep within Yuya's heart.

Yuya knew the decision to choose would be painful, if not impossible. But in her soul, she knew she was destined for one of them. But which one, she wasn't sure. And the decision would hurt her more than anything.

tbc.....

-Did you all enjoy it? did it flow well? PLEASE send me any sorts of constructive criticism...I'm having all sorts of issues writing these chapters! Thanks for reading!

Midnight Anonymous