Disclaimer: The Gravitation characters obviously aren't mine. And if you believe they are, then contact me, because I have some nice bridges to sell you.
Warning: Dear fangirls (and boys), Yuki doesn't remain entirely faithful to Shu in this chapter. Though he's not exactly in his right mind either. But still, I PROMISE you, it's all worth it, so please, bear with me! Next chapter he's all Shu's again! wink So, no horrible, horrible flames please? Also, things get a little naughty, but not too descriptive.
Thought's raced through Yuki's mind. His memory suddenly seemed awakened with feelings so powerful that they knocked him off of his feet, and he fell to his knees in the bathroom. His eyes shut, and he could feel a pair of long fingernails running over his skin, scratching and leaving a trail of pleasure/pain throughout his body.
He shuddered, as his memory delved deeper, and he could feel lips on his, a warm tongue searching his mouth. He moaned softly, and when he opened his eyes he could see the girl from this afternoon, her eyes still closed, and her nails painted a blood red, running over his body. Her eyes opened, and a devilish smirk appeared on her face, and Yuki felt a white hot pain in his side. He winced, and watched as she brought her slightly bloody fingernail to her lips, and licked away the warm liquid. And then leaned forward to kiss him again. Yuki could feel her lips, her skin, her curves, the blood running down his side. Smell her scent, her perfume, her hair.It smelled like... strawberries.
"Yuki!"
Yuki suddenly came back to reality. He was still on the bathroom floor, and Shuichi was at the door, banging.
"Yuki! Are you alr--."
But Shuichi couldn't finish the sentence, because as soon as the words had begun to leave his mouth, Yuki had yanked open the door, and his lips her ravishing his. Shuichi nearly stumbled, as Yuki practically pushed him back towards the bed, his hunger for his lover suddenly unquenchable. He wanted to take Shuichi, to poor all of his confusion, anger and frustration he felt into him. All of his unanswered questions, and his suddenly sprung rage, he wanted it gone from him, and seemed to try to force it into the younger man, through the friction and heat created by their bodies.
What's happening to me? Yuki wondered, as he lost consciousness, feeling the heat disapate.
Shuichi awoke before his lover, and sighed in relief. Yuki had scared him last night. Something in him had become dark and feral, and Shuichi was still shaking from both pain and fear.
He started to slowly scoot to the edge of the bed, careful not to wake the writer. He got almost here, when he realized that Yuki had his arm draped lightly over him.
Shuichi froze, not sure what to do. He looked down at the limb, and then up Yuki's angelic face. Carefully, he lifted the arm, and felt it tense and snap back, as Yuki's eyes whiped open.
"Where are you going?" He asked
"Uh--." Shuichi began "To... to the bathoom..."
Silence.
"Oh."
Yuki's head lowered slowly to the pillow and his eyes closed. Hurridly, Shuichi slid away and left the apartment.
When Yuki awoke, Shuichi was gone. He spot was cold, so he knew he had to have left hours ago. He sat up, slowly because his head was spinning. He blinked a few times hoping that the previous day had just been a dream. A vivid hallucination. But he knew it wasn't. He knew everything that had happened was real, and he could still feel the sensation in his side from his scar. He reached his hand and rubbed along the bare skin.
"Found it, did ya?"
Yuki froze and turned, to find the woman from yesterday, standing in the doorway. She had her shoes off, and she wiggled her bare feet on his hardwood floors. He saw that even her toes were painted the red.
"The scar, my mark. You found it."
Yuki took a step back.
"How'd you get in here?"
"Scaled the building." She said
Silence.
"Honestly, your boyfriend left both doors open. I saw him leave a few hours back. He's a cutie!"
"I--."
"Even though, I gotta say Yuki, I'm really disapointed." She said, nearing him "Knowing that you're into guys just... makes me... well... sad."
"Who are you?"
"Again, I want you to figure that out."
Yuki moved over to the table and picked up his pack of cigaretts, lighting one and taking a puff.
"Well," He said calmly "If you're going to be making these visits frequently, I need something to call you."
The girl continued to near him. Yuki sat down on the couch, and she kneeled in front of him, placing her hands on his things, slowly moving them up.
"Well..." She said, her nails tracing tracks through the fabric of his pants, Yuki gasped at the sudden sensation, her hands traveled higher, digging into the sensitive insides of his thighs. Yuki gasped again, and supressed a moan. She slowly started climbing into his lap, her short skirt sliding up to reveal her tan, toned legs. She sat on his knees, her hands still working on his thighs, elliciting yet another moan from him.
Yuki bit his lip to keep from making another sound. She shifted closer, her hands still working their magic.
"You can call me... hm... Mistress."
"M-mistress?" Yuki asked, his head turned back into the cushion, as her hands moved to his zipper, stroaking before unzipping.
"I mean, you used to call me it. You used to scream and moan it. Much like you're starting to do now."
Yuki's lip began to bleed. He felt her lips against his, and this time, he kissed her back. He didn't know, or understand why, but his lips moved on their own. And then his tongue. She moaned into his mouth, and thin bit his already bloody lip, illiciting a groan from Yuki, and more blood than was already there.
"I told you..." She said "I like your pain."
Yuki crushed their lips together again. His hunger for her unquenchable. She moved against him, her warmth spreading to his, and her hands moving once again.
"Mistress..." Yuki felt himself utter
She looked at him, grining.
"Shs." She murmered
"I--."
"Yuki."
He looked up at her.
"Try to remember now."
He closed his eyes, memories rushing over him. He remembered this. Remembered her on him, him in her. Their lips, skin, mingled sighs and overlaping cries.
Her nails began to trace up and down his body, hitting the sensitive scar again. Yuki winced, coming out of his relaspe. Having liked the sound, she did it again, and again, until she re-opened the wound.
"You make such pretty noises."
Yuki opened his eyes, she was staring at him, sucking the blood off of one finger. Her raven hair was framing her tan, oval face, starteling green eyes were almost piercing through him. She wiggled in his lap, her hands returning to his crotch and rubbing again.
"Do you like me?"
"I hardly know you..." Yuki mananaged to say between gasps
"Do you like how I feel?" She asked again "How I make you feel?"
"Yes." Yuki gasped, as one of her hands traveled to his zipper, slowly prying the metal teeth apart
"Do I feel good?" She asked, bringing her lips to the perfect pale flesh at his neck and nibbling at the flesh.
"God yes!"
She smiled and brought her lips down to his once again, pure lust in her eyes.
Yuki awoke on the kitchen floor, his mistress stradeling him.
"God, I thought you were never going to wake up." She said, almost annoyed
Yuki looked around. He honestly wasn't sure how it got there.The floor was cold against his bare body, and his muscles were sore. He knew that they'd screwed. There was no doubt in his mind about it. Yet he didn't feel the regret that he expected he would. Instead, he was almost intrigued.
"What? You wanna go again? She asked
Yuki looked at her strangely, but shook his head.
"Good. Because four times is enough for one afternoon." She said, shifting on his hips
"Mistress..." Yuki felt himself utter. Just that one word. As if the rest didn't matter and could be left unspoken
She looked at him, her green eyes shining in the bright light of the kitchen. She moved as if she was fully clothed. Hiding nothing. The light was allowing no shadows to hide anything and she acted like she didn't even notice. Her body swayed and moved with perfection, and her curves seemed to fit perfectly with Yuki's. Something just felt... right... about this, right and completely wrong and forbidden at the same time.
"You know." She said "On second thought... I don't like that name outside of sex..." She put her hand to her hip "I think, from now on..." She began, reaching up onto the counter, pulling down something "You should call me..." She pressed it into his hand "Eve."
Yuki looked down at his hand. In it, was the reddest apple he'd ever seen. It almost camaflouged her fingernails. He brought her hand to his mouth, and took a bite.
"Eve?"
She smiled and brought the hand, still holding the apple to her lips, and licked the juice from Yuki's fingers.
"Yeah. Because I'm about to take you out of the Garden of Eden."
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