Endymion

By dee1600

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its characters. This story was inspired by Hyde's song Shallow Sleep from his Roentgen album.

Author's Note:

MindIIBody: How sad...poor Misao, I bet she really meant it too! Y.Y oh wells, he'll never know the pain of being defiled beyond repair, so now what? I'm excited as to what will happen next! please continue soon again sometime! ...hee hee hee. :D

Mandella-sama: aww poor Aoshi-sama

To MindIIBody and Mandella-sama: I agree --- poor Aoshi and Misao. They are both broken in their own respects. Well, they will be torn even further, when I am through with this chapter.

To all reviewers: We are actually nearing the end of this story --- only four more chapters to go. Please keep sending your comments and suggestions!

Chapter 11: A Lover's Death

Licking the head with my tongue, I stroked it quickly to release the juices beneath. I had to feel that release now. It was imperative that I remove this tension building inside me. Soujiro must have felt the exhilaration I was feeling too because he couldn't hide his enjoyment tonight. The severe stroking made him come faster than I had expected.

"You're much more excited tonight sister, is anything the matter?"

"No, nothing's the matter. It's just your imagination."

I didn't want him to suspect that it was because of Aoshi's presence. I couldn't take my eyes off him at dinner. He was here, in this house, all by himself. After three months without him, the sight of him was a godsend. When Soujiro nipped me, I imagined Aoshi doing it. I couldn't help but sigh. I long to dig my nails into Aoshi's fur and smell that scent of forest ferns. I want him, physically, desperately, now and forever.

Even now as I pleasure Soujiro, I imagine having uncontrolled fucking with Aoshi. I expect his uninhibited expression, his eyes shut, his mouth agape, a gasp escaping his lips, my name being called out over and over again, all of him inside of me, his tail caressing my posterior. The vision left me breathless.

I waited until Soujiro had started snoring before tiptoeing into Aoshi's bedroom. Lust was motivating me to take this risk, this one and only chance that could also mean my death or his. But I was already mad at the sight of him. Now I want all of him!

To my elation, he was awake, or rather he had just recently woken, if his tousled fur was any indication. Was it because he was dreaming of me? Did he want me as I wanted him? I was already wet just thinking of his fur roughly sliding across my skin.

The urge to mate with him made me run and wrap my arms around him. Ah, the smell of him. I am already addicted and we haven't had sex yet.

I asked him if he missed me and he didn't answer. The tension inside of me was now a furnace, growing hotter as each second passed and still did not respond. Although he did not say he missed me, he did not say he did not. He wanted me then. He was hiding it from me, I reasoned. But the nagging fear that he had no need of me kept resurfacing.

I asked him to stay with me tonight. If I have to seduce him to sleep with me, I will do it. I was already this close to attaining my goal. Why should I run now? He did not argue and curled beside me. I want him closer. Closer. This is not enough to satisfy me now. I caressed him and felt his body responding to me as I touched him. Yes, yes! That's it. Take me, Aoshi! Take me, now! I rubbed my face against his and placed kisses on his fur. Please, I want you! I was begging for release.

But he resisted and rolled away from me and left me on the bed. What were those in his eyes? Disgust? Pain? Did he find having sex with me so mortifying? He argued weakly that he was doing this to honor me. What honor? I have no honor, Aoshi. I have given everything, sacrificed everything. My innocence. My pride. All for your sake! And yet you spit at me and talk to me about honor. The suspicions I had that he no longer wanted me now turned real. He didn't want me, love me anymore. But I can't live without him.

The torment, the desire, the fierce urge to meld with him now made me angry. Sorrow and hatred fuelled this anger. I want him dead. I turned ferociously at him, picking up a porcelain vase beside the bed. I cornered him and knocked him with over and over again until the side of the vase was stained in his blood. All the while I kept shouting "You are mine! Mine!"