Summery; Disclaimer: See First Chapter.

Warning: Another LEMON/LIME in this chapter! I'll post another warning for those who would rather not read it.

Again, not much else to say. A spontaneous character appears, complicating matters even further!

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"You've got some nerve, Shinomori," she snapped. He had only allowed her to talk – or even move closer than two inches away from him – until he had seated her in the train's passenger car, in a closed-off box where they could talk in private.

"I'd like you to point out why."

"I'm not your responsibility – I never was!" she hissed, aware that the screens only provided so much privacy. "You had no right to drag me off!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you followed me," he pointed out. "And you were going on this train anyway, so stop behaving like a child. It's unseemly."

"Father called off the engagement when we moved, Aoshi," she revealed. "I'm free to marry whom I please, so don't think I'm bound to you in any way." She watched his face intently for a reaction, but all she received was a calm stare.

"It's not such a shock, Aiko," he said. "It was years ago, after all. And I suspected when your father didn't send me any word that you would be returning to Japan."

"My father doesn't report to you."

"I never said he did."

"You insinuated it."

"You may have changed in appearance, but you're certainly the same child that I remember," Aoshi informed her, secretly enjoying baiting her. As a child she had been overly sensitive in most things, and overly-protective of her father in all aspects, which apparently hadn't changed over the years.

"Bastard," she muttered, and glared out the window as the train began to move. Aoshi merely gazed at her silently, knowing it would slowly drive her to distraction. Sure enough, her temper flared after a few minutes, and her gaze snapped to him angrily. "What?"

"She may act like a child, but I have to remember that this is a dangerous – and armed – woman now," he reminded himself, mentally slapping himself for forgetting to take away her weapon as well. Outwardly maintaining his cool gaze, he merely blinked.

"I'm going to end up killing you before this trip is over," she informed him, and raised her hands in defeat when he still didn't respond. To her surprise, Aoshi caught one of her wrists as she lowered them back to her lap, and held it in his large hand firmly.

"Were you serious with that man?" he asked quietly.

"Sanosuke? I don't see what you would care, but yes," she retorted, growing embarrassed under his steady gaze. In all honesty she wasn't sure what she had meant to Sano when she promised to return, and figured it would come back to haunt her eventually.

"Your father won't be too pleased about that."

"I'm a grown woman, Aoshi, and Father no longer dictates my actions," she retorted.

"I suppose you're right," he began, but continued before she could do anything. "After all, if he had, you wouldn't have been fighting with your half-brother and almost getting yourself raped and killed by him," he finished.

"You'd do well to remember I'm no longer a child to be ordered around and blindly follow commands, Aoshi," Aiko said, her voice dangerously low. The ninja suppressed a smirk as he suddenly leaned in closer, only stopping when their noses were barely apart. She turned a pink shade as he smiled thinly, his eyes boring into hers.

"Yes, you are a woman," he agreed, and she jumped when he pressed his lips to hers firmly. Breaking it off a few moments later, he leaned back in satisfaction and eyed her as she tried to compose herself. "And I'm not soon to forget it," he informed her, and she gave him a dirty look before occupying herself with the scenery speeding by.

"I hate you," she said darkly under her breath, following Aoshi up the stairs. "For one thing, I don't see why we couldn't have just taken the next train right away and traveled at night. It would've saved us time."

"I dislike traveling at night," Aoshi said calmly.

"Then why did we have to get one room?" she demanded, her voice rising slightly.

"It saved money."

"It would have saved money by sleeping on the train!" she shot back. "And why in an inn like this, of all places?"

"If anyone's following you, they wouldn't be likely to look here, now would they?" he asked, closing the door behind her. "And it –"

"Saved money, yeah, whatever," she sighed, and glared in frustration at the single futon on the floor. No matter how big, she couldn't get past the fact that she was forced to spend a night in the same bed as Aoshi. She pleasured men when forced to, but sleeping in the same bed with them as a matter of choice was a completely-new concept – Sano had been the only man she had come close to that. And she wasn't about to start with Aoshi, especially after her promise to Sano.

"I don't even know how I feel…" she chided herself, sitting on the floor dejectedly. "And Sano probably doesn't love me – he's not he first man to try to buy me off and spouted that crap. But he was the first one you believed. Shut up! I can never be sure of any man's feelings toward me after seeing what I've seen. The best thing is to leave your heart behind when the time comes." Even with all her reasoning, Aiko couldn't convince herself that she felt nothing for Sano, while her other side couldn't say for sure that she felt something for him.

Aoshi watched interestedly as she talked to herself on the floor, her lips moving in an apparent argument. Shaking his head, he strode over to her and crouched in front of her. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he realized he startled her when she jumped and suddenly slapped him across the face.

"Oh, Aoshi – I'm sorry! It was instinct…" she trailed off, growing pink again from embarrassment.

"It's all. I should have thought," he shrugged it off with ease, and glanced toward the bed. "I can sleep on the floor if it makes you so uncomfortable."

"There's no need for that," she said finally, seriously considering that option for a moment. "I shouldn't have overacted like I did, I suppose."

"It's understandable," he reasoned, straightening and looming above. She felt an odd lump in her throat when he began to pull his shirt off and quickly averted her gaze, unsure of what he was up to. Scooting over to the futon she climbed in, fully dressed, and pulled the blankets over to her chin, her back facing Aoshi as he slid onto the mattress beside her. Squinting her eyes shut she willed herself to fall asleep, acutely aware that a part of her body was highly aroused by having the attractive man in bed with her – especially considering that she had rarely gotten a handsome man as a customer when she was forced to work.

LEMON!
Several hours later she shifted in her sleep, and woke up abruptly when she felt resistance. Her mind panicking she tried to jump out of the bed, but froze when she realized she was in someone's embrace. Another moment passed until she realized exactly whose arms she was in, and she almost had a heart attack. One of Aoshi's arms was draped securely around her waist tugging her to him, while the other arm lay on the pillow above her head, just barely touching her loosened hair. Trying to slide her lower body out first, she realized in horror that her legs – and hips – were caught securely between his long legs, and there was no hope of escape.

"You rotten, sneaky, manipulative, son-of-a-bitch," she growled, trying to hit him but unable to move her arms either. Squirming around, she stopped her movements when she felt something against her lower back suddenly, and came close to fainting when her mind accepted the fact that it was his growing erection – which either meant that she was arousing him in his sleep, or that – "Aoshi, if you're awake, I'm going to castrate you as painfully as possible," she hissed, realizing that he was teasing her. A soft laugh reached her ears, and his warm breath tickled one when he suddenly whispered.

"I wanted to make sure you weren't going to sneak away in the night," he murmured. "And it seems I was right."

"I only tried to 'sneak away' because I found you on top of me!" she informed him acidly, and tried once more to release herself from his grasp. Feeling his hardness growing and noticing that if anything he was only holding her tighter, she stopped once more and forced herself to relax.

"I didn't realize that was such an uncomfortable position to be in," he whispered huskily in her ear. "Or is it because you like a higher position?"

"Aoshi, did you somehow get drunk after I –" Aiko found herself unable to finish her question – or speak at all, for that matter – when he suddenly rolled onto his back and pulled her with him, so that she was straddling his hips, held down firmly by his hands on either side of her body. No matter how lightly they may have rested on her hips, Aiko discovered that Aoshi had grips of steel – and horribly aware that she was wondering if something else about the man was like steel, having been aroused by his tone and words. Glaring down at him, her angry gaze met his remarkable-calm one, and she grit her teeth in frustration. Determined to both get off of him and not arouse him further, she found herself in a rather difficult predicament.

"I see you're lost for words, for once," he noticed her look and grinned, causing frightening images to flash through her mind, sending her wondering what in creation could make the icy ninja grin.

"I wasn't even sure Aoshi could get drunk, from the way he acts…and I don't smell alcohol," she thought, frantically trying to come up with a way out of this situation. She admitted to herself that he was incredibly attractive, both sexually and mentally, but she didn't relish the idea of sleeping with yet another man who would toss her aside once he came to his senses – like a certain other fighter whom she was sure of her future with already.

"You're awfully silent – and still."

"I'm trying to decide if you're drunk," she told him lightly. He chuckled slightly.

"I never left this room, and I never drank anything since we entered it, I promise," he told her. "I just wanted to see your reaction when you woke up."

"So you know. So you can let me go now," she reasoned, but he only held her harder against himself.

"This is a fairly comfortable position – since you're so little," he added. "I can see why most men find this so pleasurable."

"You're a sick bastard."

"Perhaps," he agreed thoughtfully. "Or perhaps I'm just tired of pretending I don't notice a beautiful woman when I see one."

"Did he just call me beautiful?" she thought in shock. "Wait a sec – get a grip! No getting sidetracked!"

"When –"

"If."

"When I get off you, I'm going to cut your fingers off one by one, and then stick your stubs in lemon juice," she said grimly, hoping he might react to something and lighten his grip. "And then I'll pull your teeth out one by one as well. Then I'll stick pins in your eyes and tongue, and pour boiling oil in your ears, and –"

"You sound like you're enjoying this fantasy all too well for my comfort," Aoshi interrupted lightly, unable to suppress a slight laugh at the boiling oil comment. She crossed her arms with offended dignity – and unconsciously flounced, accidentally bouncing on top of him.

"Oh, holy shit," she thought, seeing a flash in his eyes.

"That wasn't bad," he commented, shifting underneath her slightly. "On the other hand, it wasn't much. I suppose you like to tease men."

"You're not a man, you're a jackass," she said coldly. "And it wasn't meant to be anything. Aoshi, put me down or I'll tell Father you raped me after you kidnapped me."

"Oh, you will?" he asked calmly. She gasped the next second when she felt his grip on her hips tighten roughly. The next second he had lifted her bodily into the air and pulled her back down on top of him, and she groaned to herself when she felt his member rise in arousal. "I think you're just scared, Aiko."

"I don't want to have sex with you," she said, feeling immensely better once she had said it out loud, sure that Aoshi wouldn't continue his antics now.

Surprise, surprise.

"You don't want to have sex with me," he repeated, sounding as if he was considering something. His tone made her heart sink, and her mind reeled. Aoshi Shinomori, the Ice King and revered ninja, was going to rape her?

"Unbelievable," she thought, and suddenly grabbed his arms. "Maybe if I do something he'll nod off again – I pray he does something other than rape me."

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked in surprise, finding the woman on top of him pinning his arms next to his head.

"Well, it seemed to me that you liked it rough," she purred, putting her face next to his. "There's definitely something in him – but what? I've never smelled it before…" Turning her mind back to the matter at hand, and armed with the knowledge that he was drugged somehow and would hopefully pass out soon from its effects, she smiled seductively at him, wrapping herself in the cloak of numbness she always did before a job. (Summery for edit: Aiko 'performed' for Aoshi, but the drug wore off before he did anything further, and became unconscious.)

"Mmm…this is more like it," Aoshi growled, as she bounced on top of his almost-fully erect cock, sensing his frustration at the clothing that was between them. She lowered herself down as she continued to rock on him, bringing her covered breasts to his face.

"Like what you see?" she whispered, growing horny at feeling his bulging package between her legs. He moaned when she grabbed his hand to keep him from touching them and smiled innocently at him. "Try to manage without hands, Aoshi," she reprimanded him, and shivered with pleasure when he buried his face in her breasts. As his teeth grazed her nipples as he attempted to drag her top off with his teeth she gasped, tightening her knees around him before she thought. He quickly managed to tear her shirt down with his teeth, leaving her breasts exposed to his gaze. He hungrily gazed at them momentarily before taking a nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Aiko stiffened as he took as much of her breast as he could in his mouth and sucked on it, and was unable to control her body from reacting. Unable to bear the other breast so close, Aoshi turned to that one.

After reveling in his ministrations for a bit longer, Aiko pulled away from him and slid down his body, pausing to rub his still-clothed cock between her breasts before continuing so her head was on level with the tent formed in his pants. Smiling up at him as he groaned, she slowly pulled his pants off, and was silently amazed at how large the ninja actually was. Glancing briefly at him, she lightly kissed the head while stroking around the base with a single finger. Her touch elicited a tortured moan from the man, but she ignored him and continued with her actions for a few moments. Suddenly, she engulfed his pulsating hard-on in her mouth, and sucked roughly on it. She switched to licking it lightly, tracing his entire length before working her way back down, nipping occasionally to feel him shudder underneath him. Aiko may have disliked her previous jobs, but she certainly enjoyed the knowledge that she had power over men once they were in her bed.

All but Sano, it seemed.

Concentrating on her task – really just a delay tactic as she waited for the drug to wear off – she took him sideways, working her mouth up and down the length of the swollen package. Humming, she felt the vibrations send a shockwave through his body, and knew he was almost ready. Bobbing her head, she alternately tightened and relaxed her teeth and lips around his cock, feeling him straining as he reached the breaking point. Within moments Aoshi thrust upward, jacking off into her mouth. Discreetly spitting it out – having never been one for swallowing a man's cum – Aiko decided to take it a step further before she decided to tie him up and leave him. She adjusted her skirt around her knees and spread her legs wide, and positioned her open legs on one of his. He shifted beneath her and she rocked into him, starting out slowly. Soon she was humping his leg roughly, as he jerked it in rhythm to her movements.

Aiko felt him suddenly begin to relax, and realized that whatever was in his system was finally wearing down, and causing him to become drowsy. She stopped her motions when she eventually realized that the very horny and pleasured ninja had passed out, taking his sex-drive with him. She sighed, admitting that it was partly a sigh of regret, and moved to the floor with a pillow, more than happy to sleep on the wood floor alone.

LEMON over!

Summery for those who skipped over: Aiko didn't actually have sex with Aoshi, but managed to just keep him 'happy' until he passed out from the effects of the drug.

"What…what the hell happened?" Aoshi demanded early that morning, waking with a start. Aiko, who had woken a little before and had dressed, turned to look at him blankly. Their gazes locked momentarily before she turned away calmly, busying herself with a corner of her kimono. Aoshi's gaze slid down and he saw with confusion the stains that were on his pants and the futon beside him, and he blinked in sudden remembrance.

"So, you do remember," she stated, catching his reaction. "You were drugged somehow. When was the last time you ate or drank something?"

Aoshi looked at her in concern, but saw that Aiko was trying to retain her dignity as best she could.

"When we arrived, I was offered a shot of sake," he thought. "It was late, and I suppose dealing with you dulled my senses." He immediately realized that he said the wrong thing when she leapt to her feet and glared at him angrily, her eyes shining with tears of frustration and embarrassment.

"Oh, it's my fault that the great Aoshi Shinomori let his guard down and got himself drugged with an aphrodisiac?" she demanded. "And then almost raped me? Well, excuse me, Shinomori! I'll try to do better next time!" Finished with her rant she flew out of the room, leaving a rather-stunned Aoshi alone. He rubbed his face roughly and groaned. The memories of the night before were hazy, but clear enough that he knew exactly what happened.

"She's right," he mumbled into his palm. "I didn't think – am I losing my control?" he wondered, and then looked up. "I better go after her. Who knows what could happen to her." The sun had barely entered the sky and the sky was already gray and cloudy, with the air misty and foggy, making for poor visibility.

Chapter four is in the works, for those who care. Please review!