Nirvana
Summary: AU. "Well, fuck you too," he had said it out of spite, despite his eyes sneaking brief glances over her body. Well, maybe he had another thing in mind when he said it. Okikagu.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama.
Chapter 21
"I think it was around this way…"
Kagura followed closely behind Okita as they ambled through the large crowd, the sudden increase of numbers in the shoppers there igniting both of her frustration and discomfort as a fourth man once again bumped against her shoulder. Quelling the urge to tackle the guy to the ground and beat the living hell out of him, Kagura instead attempted to focus on what was ahead of her as she fixated her gaze on Okita who was muttering words under his breath to himself as he tried to recall the exact whereabouts of the food court.
Her cerulean orbs scanned his back profile, cheeks adorning a faded pink hue as she took in the strong muscles of his back flexing under the white t-shirt he was clad in with each movement that he made as they wandered aimlessly around the shopping mall's top floor. His equally muscular nape peeked through the tips of his fluffy hazel wood colored mane before her scrutiny then veered towards his broad shoulders. It was insane that even the sight of his back alone was good enough for view, though it was probably to be expected from him who was considered to be the pretty boy in their group of crackheads.
Her gaze fell on his arm as she noted the veins garnishing the muscles of his forelimb before her eyes then swerved towards his hand. His fingers were long, but his nails were well-kempt despite her beliefs that his hygiene was average at best and terribly filthy at worst. They were rather callous, possibly from the years of indulging himself in both playful but all the same serious spars between rivals and solemn brawls to maintain the balance and safety of their town. She could see the telltale signs of his veins lurking beneath the back of his hand as well, and wondered if they had always been that distinguishable.
Kagura was abruptly tempted to reach out and join their hands together, but embarrassed at how needy the gesture would seem, she instead settled with extending her arm out to curl her fingers around the hemline of his shirt. She didn't yank at the cotton fabric, and instead simply clasped it in a firm but coy hold. This tiny action of hers garnered his attention and Kagura downcasted her gaze to the floor, painfully aware of the warming of her cheeks as blood rushed to her head when Okita craned his head only slightly to peer at her over his peripheral vision.
Discerning the sight of her holding on to his shirt, Okita had to stop himself from pouncing on her over how adorable the display was as his insides threatened to melt into nothing but goo when warmth swelled in his heart. He considered it for only a milisecond before reaching around to grasp his fingers around the wrist of her hand that was clinging to his top. Ignoring her startled yelp, he then wrenched her forward to amble alongside him instead of behind him as he promptly slithered his hand upwards from her wrist to her palm before interlocking their fingers together.
"S-sadist…" she tried, but halted herself as she realized that she was unsure of what to say. Chewing on the bottom half of her mouth, Kagura's sapphire ogle darted towards their joined hands, the flush on her cheeks darkening into a more conspicuous shade of scarlet as she perceived the feel of his thumb idly tracing along the knuckle of her index finger.
"You could have told me you wanted to hold hands," Okita simply uttered, voice neutral but harboring an undeniable insinuation of mischief as the slightest hint of an impish grin slanted at the corners of his lips. "As cute as it was to see you gripping my shirt like that, it's unlike you to be this meek. What, are you trying to seduce me or something? Can I eat you?"
They had stopped with the cat charade a few minutes ago after Okita got tired of getting his gut punched every few seconds whenever she felt embarrassed after uttering the cat-like phrase, and Kagura was more than grateful that she could continue speaking like a normal person.
"Shut up, you disgusting chihuahua," she spat at him, despite herself reinforcing her hold around his hand as she tightened their connected hands only a little. The impertinent grin on his face simply widened an inch, the teasing glint in his ruby irises prompting the blush on her cheeks to impossibly turn into a deeper tinge of red. Her lips trembled before she then went on, "Why do you always have to steer the conversation into something perverted? And, no, you can't eat me. What are you, a cannibal?"
"I think you and I both know what kind of eating I was referring to," came Okita's quick response, laced heavily with both frisky flirtation and curbed desire. He could almost feel her embarrassment radiating off of her as he caught the blush spreading to the tips of her now reddened ears. "And, well, I think I've eaten you plenty of times already, if you get my drift."
Kagura stammered, and Okita repressed his amusement as he distinguished the similarity between her and a tomato right at that second when her face burned a vibrant scarlet at his choice of words. She sputtered a few more moments before finally managing an embarrassed holler, "K-keep your perversion under wraps, stupid dog! I know I'm hot, but control yourself!"
At the exact moment Kagura's heel once again dug into his left foot, Okita's grip around her hand tightened almost to the point it hurt before he loosened it again when she eventually halted her stomping on his foot.
"With the rate of how things are going right now, I feel like all of my toes would be broken to bits by the time this date's over and done with just because you can't take a little teasing here and there, China," he sounded the ill-conceived barb, a crack in his voice perceptible when the throbbing ache travelling in his foot seemingly refused to abate. In spite of the pain, however, his grasp around her fingers were firm but gentle, almost affectionate as he continued to trail lazy but teasing circles over the back of her hand.
"Well, it ain't my fault that you can't keep those degenerate remarks to yourself. You deserve to have a broken toe or two because of how warped your head is, sadist," she scoffed at him despite the thumping of her heart gaining in both speed and sound as the battering beats echoed in a deafening manner in her ears.
She leaned closer to him, and Okita suppressed the urge to pull her flushed against him as he felt her shoulders brush against his before her free hand found solace in tucking itself in the crease of his arm. He bit the inside of his cheek when the gesture was accompanied with the delicious added bonus of having her left breast pressed up against the bony structure of his elbow. He pondered momentarily to himself if Kagura was aware of the effects she was eliciting from him, but instantly concluded she was oblivious to his arousal when he caught the touch of innocence lurking underneath the embarrassment dancing in her pools of ocean blues.
How could someone be so tantalizing and sexy without realizing it? Kagura must have possessed a natural talent in the arts of seduction, because she was certainly getting him riled up without even trying. Or maybe he was just especially easy to spur on now that she was finally his.
This brat is gonna be the death of me, he sighed to himself, but couldn't exactly find it in himself to draw apart as he quelled the brewing need building in his loins. In his desperate endeavors to retain his more deviant side from rearing its ugly head, Okita identified the familiar sight of the shopping mall's food court emerging in between the crowds threatening to run over them like a wild stampede.
"And here I was gonna suggest we go to McDonalds instead," Kagura groused under her breath, a splinter of disappointment evident in her feminine voice.
Okita pinned a deadpanned stare on her, his baritone an equal approach of clinical as he formed the dry retort, "You say that after I took so long to bring us here? What an ungrateful little pig you are. Maybe I should include shibari in our sexual activities in the future, hm?"
Her lips jutted outwards in the form of an admittedly endearing pout. He had to repress the compulsion to nip on the plump flesh as she uttered the tart remark, "You're just looking for excuses to tie me up, aren't you?"
He didn't justify her with a verbal reply, but at the slight convulsion at one edge of his mouth into a self-satisfied sneer, Kagura received her answer. She expelled a soft, defeated sigh, but even he could perceive that she wasn't quite repulsed at the idea. If anything, she appeared to be rather inclining towards the suggestion, if the rosy tinge embellishing her cheeks were anything to go by.
Trying to diverge the conversation into a less dangerous territory, Kagura then alternated the topic into something else as she went on, "Besides, I was just thinking about it. You know, because we were just wandering around not knowing where the food court is. And we actually know that McDonalds is on the ground floor, so…"
Or so she said. But knowing the gluttonous pig that Kagura was, Okita could only presume that she had a change of mind. Letting out a soft sigh, he then relented as he whirled on his heels, forcing her to follow suit with his motions as their hands were still joined together.
"I'm pretty sure you just suddenly started wanting McDonalds, but I'll give in just this once. I know you won't let me have my peace and start throwing tantrums if I don't after all," he snorted at her, though even he knew that the syllables that rippled out of him were nothing short of spontaneously conjured up bluffs.
If he were to be honest, he merely wished to fulfill all of her needs – no matter how immature and childish they were. But of course, he wasn't about to verbalize that out loud, if only to save himself the actual possibility of having his toes really reduced into nothing but broken bones. God knows that a tsundere like her would habitually result to violence in order to shroud her embarrassment, and Okita would rather not invite death to knock on his door so soon.
Anger tugged at her at his condescending retort and she parted her lips to sound out an insult, but whatever smart counterattack she was about to offer was cut short, the words failing to leave her lips as another man proceeded to harshly bump against her other shoulder. A tiny whine slithered from the back of her throat, the sound halting Okita in his tracks as he spared her a concerned glance before flitting his gaze over to the guy who had rudely collided into her.
The man, whose features closely resembled that of a horse's rear end, had noticed the rather ferocious collision as well, but instead of forming an apology, he seemed to be sporting an expression of pure outrage as he shot a deadly glower in Kagura's direction.
Okita had to hold himself back from kicking the bastard in the groin when he loudly bellowed, "Oi, bitch! You've got eyes, don't you?! Look where you're walking, alright?! Where's your apology, huh?!" But the high-pitched roars soon died down, replaced with a sudden but meaningful silence as his eyes took in her appearance and suggestively leered at Kagura up and down. A perverted sneer soon crossed his lips, his dead eyes flashing a dangerous intent as he then echoed, voice dropping to a lower baritone, "On second thought, maybe you could show me how sorry you are in a different way, hmm? I'm willing to consider giving you my forgiveness if you're nice to me."
A powerful surge of wrath shot through Okita's system, the indignation blending with an equally strong wave of possessiveness as the glimmer in his scarlet gaze waned, the loss of humanity in his eyes perceptible as he fixed a withering look on the man's stature. At the same time, Kagura's entire face heated up into a deep cherry red tincture at the double meaning behind the guy's words, the implications bringing forth her ire as her delicate features contorted into one that mirrored ill-temper at its finest. But before she could lunge at the man and give him a piece of her mind, hopefully even put him into a coma in the process, someone else beat her to it. A swift blur greeted her sight just as she registered the abrupt loss of Okita's fingers around hers when he let go, and before she knew it, he was already leaping towards the man.
Okita decided that he would make the guy's face an uglier horse's rear end, and straightened his legs just in time for his feet to nosedive on the man's nose, the cartilage breaking under the brute force of his assault as the pervert collapsed on his back to the floor from the harsh impact. Okita landed in an elegant manner on the floor as the man wiped off the trail of blood trickling out of both of his nostrils, a wince escaping him when the feeling of his knuckles brushing against his now broken and bruised nose proffered him an intensified bout of pain.
"Y-you piece of shit! What the fuck did you do that for?!" he growled at Okita, anger flashing in his eyes as he gritted his teeth at the blank expression of the sadist. But the undertones of malice and ire patent beneath Okita's seemingly composed wine red irises immediately forced the insults back down his throat, shutting him up as fear struck at him at the sight of the officer's menacing glower.
Okita's rich and deep baritone was now a lower octave, laced heavily with unadulterated rage as the letters left him in a chilling snarl, "You watch your mouth, scum. Whose woman do you think you're talking to? Do you wanna die right here and now?"
The pervert quivered under his dark gaze and stumbled over his words before eventually supplying a shaky cry, "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know she was yours! I-I was only J.K! Y-you know, just kidding! I-I didn't mean-"
"Shut up," Okita's irritated grumble instantly cut him short, "I know what the abbreviation J.K. means. What do you take me for, a dumbass? Do you wanna die once, resurrect from the dead, and die again or something?"
"B-but you can only die once, sir…"
"Quiet." The male cop rolled his eyes in uncurbed annoyance. "I've tried summoning ghosts in order to kill Hijikata-san, what makes you think I don't have a resurrection spell, huh? Want me to try it out on you, you piece of human garbage?"
The man was now grovelling, on all fours as he pleaded, "I-I apologize for my rudeness, sir! Mercy, please! I really didn't mean anything by it!"
Like hell you didn't. The bitter musing occurred to him as Okita continued to glare daggers at the guy's begging posture. The notion that this asshole had the nerve to not only blame China for him bumping into her, but also make a pass at her whilst he was right there irked him to no end as the furious fire in his chest only heightened to higher heights. His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, but he resisted the impulse to pull out his gun and instead retrieved a pair of metal handcuffs from one of his back pockets before unceremoniously encasing them around the man's right wrist. The guy, still frozen in place from apprehension, could only look up in tears as Okita then handcuffed him to one of the benches there.
"U-um, sir…?"
"I'm apprehending you for indecent conduct against a female officer, Mr. Horse Butt Face," Okita's stony voice articulated as he checked once that the handcuffs were thoroughly locked in place before pulling back to study the now trapped man with a gleam of sadistic approval apparent in his red irises.
"Female officer? Then you're- wait, I didn't know!" the man tried to protest, only to silence himself when Okita shot him another scornful look.
"That's what all offenders say. You can try and wriggle your scrawny ass out of this, but you got caught with your crimes red-handed, buster," Okita scoffed at him before turning around to walk away. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he then proceeded with a dry voice, "I'll be back in ten years to retrieve you, Mr. Horse Butt Face. Until then, sit still, capiche? If I see you trying to get out of those handcuffs, I'll add resisting arrest as one of your offenses."
The man was now screaming at the top of his lungs, noticeable veins popping at either side of his forehead as he angrily hollered, "Resisting arrest?! The hell does that mean?! As if I'd wait here for ten years for your stupid ass to come and pick me up- Okay, I'm sorry, I'll wait!" His high-pitched clamours rose in tandem the first few sentences before wavering into a terrified squeak that closely resembled a rat's as Okita briskly pulled out his gun and pressed the trigger, shooting a single warning bullet into the floor close to his feet.
"Let's go, China," he said as he returned his attention to Kagura who had been watching the entire scene in shocked silence. Her wide eyes matched her jaws that fell slack on the floor as she observed him threatening a civilian in broad daylight.
"Sadist, are you crazy?" she conferred him the incredulous question once the surprise had somewhat subsided from her system, replaced with a frisson of confusion as she went on, "Why did you go and do stupid shit like that for? If the mayo addict finds out about you using intimidation against innocent civilians, you'll get yourself in a sticky mess, you know? A sticky mess that's a hell lot stickier than Sacchan's natto."
Surprisingly enough, Okita formed an honest answer that dripped heavily with raw emotion as he looked her straight in the eyes, "I don't care. It's a man's job to defend his lover's honor, don't you think? Hijikata-san's annoying lecture is a small price to pay in comparison to the disrespect that dipshit gave you." He then gestured his head at the handcuffed Mr. Horse Butt Face who was now drowning in his tears as he chewed over his life choices.
Giddy joy and increased love swelled in her heart just as blood rushed to her cheeks once again to warm the skin there into a bright shade of maroon. The rate of her beating heart accelerated in speed, battering wildly in her chest and blaring loudly in her ears as Kagura became all too self-conscious of the blush spreading to her neck and ears.
"You're a real idiot, you know that?" she murmured under her breath, and was not astonished at all when Okita sent a heated glare in her direction.
"Huh?! What was that, you sukonbu-obsessed brat?! You trying to pick a fight-" But the outraged bellows swiftly waned away, giving access to a long pause as Okita eventually perceived the crimson tinge imbued on her cheeks. The affection in her sapphire blue orbs caused his heart to stop before starting up again with a somersault as they met with his. Despite her words, a pretty smile tugged at the corners of her soft lips, the slant seemingly expressing female pride and happiness as it greeted his sight.
"China…" he started, only to blink when she suddenly sprinted towards the handcuffed man. "Oi, what are you doing, piggie?" he cried after her, but didn't try to discourage her and simply watched with a warm and amused smile now plastered on his striking features as she retrieved an electric shaver from somewhere inside her dress. Okita didn't even want to mull over where it had been as he eyed her now giving the protesting Mr. Horse Butt Face what one could only assume was an ugly hair cut.
The both of them paid no heed to the weird glances the other shoppers gave them as Kagura shouted back at him in the midst of the high-pitched shaving sounds echoing in her ears, "Getting my own revenge, doggie! I ain't one to let my man do all the defending for me, you know?"
My man. Her words repeated themselves over and over again in his mind like a broken mantra as the grin on his lips now broadened a few inches to reveal his pearl white teeth. If he could die right now, he would probably die a happy man.
By the time Kagura was done with her own little display of petty vengeance, the man had the words: 'I'm a Dick' written all over the back of his head with whatever remnants of his hair that was left as he was now as bald as Hagemaru, his bald head shining under the lights in the shopping mall as Kagura skipped happily back to Okita's side.
Okita couldn't help the blush that scurried its way to his cheeks as the vermillion-haired devil then tucked one hand back into the crease of his arm, her other hand reaching for his as she intertwined their fingers together once again. His cheeks and heart were both swelling with warmth as he echoed the teasing remark, "I'm not even gonna ask where you got that shaver from or where you're even storing it." He noted that the device was now gone, back to wherever it used to be. "Hopefully you're not keeping it somewhere up that cunt of yours."
Not even the crudeness of his choice of words managed to deter her from the glee spreading inside her as Kagura merely let out a girlish giggle that resonated in his ears like pleasant-chiming bells. "Don't worry, sadist. I'm not putting anything up there, especially not the shaver that I used on Mr. Horse Butt Face. That's disgusting. Hell, you're disgusting for even thinking that."
"Great to hear that," he paused just for a moment to bring their joined hands to his lips, giving her chaste, featherlight kisses on her knuckles and fingers as Kagura traced her thumb along the knuckle of his forefinger. The seductive touch in his voice matched the suggestive glint in his pools of red as he then mouthed the words teasingly against the now flushed tips of her digits, "because there's only one thing deserving to be shoved inside your tight little hole. If you get what I mean." Then, as if for added emphasis, he darted his gaze down to his pants.
She let out a loud and exasperated sigh at this. "You're a hopeless pervert. Listen, I get that I'm a freaking bombshell, but you really need to get your head out of the gutter," she huffed the indignant huff, though offered no denial in response. A familiar knot began to build in the pits of her stomach, causing her to squirm and clench her thighs together briefly to offer herself some sort of friction in order to somewhat relieve the fire pooling in her loins. In spite of herself, she couldn't help but get a little riled up from the insinuation behind his statement.
Okita noticed this, and she could feel the smirk tugging at his lips against the flesh of the back of her hand before he then trailed his mouth to the knuckle of her ring finger. He grazed his teeth against her and nipped on the bony structure there in a tantalizing manner before he eventually drew apart and their joined hands then returned to their original spot between them.
"You don't seem to mind it," came his playful response, the self-satisfied smirk on his face widening ever so slightly when the girl flushed bright red at his words.
"Shuddup," she murmured shyly under her breath. It was obvious that she didn't know how else to react as the mixture of embarrassment and arousal puddling inside her belly intensified a little bit at his ministrations.
A burst of short-lived but wholehearted chuckles rippled out of him as he relished in the cutesy sight of her now demure stance. Resisting the need to claim her lips, Okita instead attempted to cool his lust down by setting with lazily playing with the hemline of her mini dress with his little finger.
"For real though," he started after a short while of companiable silence, "why did you have to go and do that? Now you'll too end up getting an earful by Kondo-san and Hijikata-san, you know. Should have saved yourself the trouble."
"Well," The hand tucked in the crease of his arm tightened its hold around him ever so slightly as she leaned in ever so closer against him, their shoulders now flushed against each other as she echoed a timid but genuine reply, "like I said, I'm not the kind to let my man do all the job. Besides, we're partners in crime, no? It's only fair that I do stupid shit with you, only fair for us to get into trouble together. I know you'll get lonely without me anywho."
That was really sweet, in a China sort of way.
He blinked at her, startled by the somewhat romantic answer. His cheeks gained a renewed shade of red as blood rushed to his head, and his lips parted in muted shock before forming a warm smile. Seriously, this woman really was going to be the death of him. But he wasn't completely against it at least. If dying from being too happy was a possibility, it was a possibility that he would take every day for her.
"…Kagura."
He enjoyed the slight hint of her blush darkening as he uttered his name, and the tiny quiver of his fingers as she pressed her lips tight in a lovable display of embarrassment. She cleared her throat as if to recoup her composure before she then provided him a reply, "Hm? Yeah, what is it, Sougo?"
Sougo.
Oh, wow. Holy shit. His little piggie of a brat was getting braver by the second. Now that wasn't good for his heart.
Butterflies flittered in his stomach just as a familiar heat pooled in the pits of his gut. With his smile transforming into a flirtatious smirk, he locked eyes with her for a brief second before craning his head to the side to hover his lips over the shell of her ear. Then came the hushed whisper, "Let's go into the women's restroom. I wanna try seeing how long you can last without screaming out my name and letting everyone know that you're getting fucked out as I take you."
Again, he was not surprised when she reacted to this bold invitation by kneeding him in the groin.
In spite of craving McDonalds at first, the couple then went back to the top floor when Kagura once again had a change of mind and started demanding for an actual meal. This little brat, Okita had mused out of annoyance at being dragged around in places throughout the entire period. Nevertheless, being the ever dutiful boyfriend, he went along with her crazy antics. Women really were picky creatures though, but he didn't really resent that side when it came to Kagura.
By the time Okita had finished paying for their food and was trudging back to their table, Kagura had already consumed almost half of their order.
"Stop eating like you're a drunk chugging down beer, China," Okita sounded the deadpanned but all the same patronizing barb as he delivered a harsh whack at the back of her head with his right hand.
Kagura sputtered and retched on the piece of tempura she had been preoccupied with chewing on when the sadist had unceremoniously decided to smack her. Her face was already turning a deep purple as the food was lodged in her esophagus before Okita slapped her hard across her small back, effectively pushing it out of her as it splattered out of her mouth in a mixture of blood and spit.
Her throat burned and warm tears peeked from the back of her eyelids as she took in greedy intakes of air to somewhat alleviate the scorching sensation in the middle of her chest. By the time she had finally managed to gather her tattered composure and calm down, Okita had already taken his seat on the chair across from hers at the table and was already chewing on the bowl of udon he had ordered.
"You piece of shit-" Kagura growled, clenching one hand into a tight fist before she then went to pummel his face with it. "Are you trying to kill me by making me choke on all of this delicious food?! I'll beat some sense into you-"
He seized a hold around her wrist and halted her mid-way just in time for her knuckles to brush against his cheek. He permitted himself a couple moments to finish nibbling on the noodles in his mouth before he swallowed them in one brief gulp as he fixed a stony stare on the fuming girl before him. "Well, I didn't think you would start coughing and choking. I mean, you were wolfing down on everything with a speed of lightning, and I was only trying to stop you for a second before you'd gag or something." There was a loud slurping sound as he took a rapid swig on his noodles before he then started chewing again, his voice muffled as he went on, "You didn't die so it's fine, right? Besides, I helped you right after, didn't I? I think that absolves me from my crimes."
"Absolves you, my ass!" she roared, veins popping at the left side of her forehead and her right cheek as her heated glare threatened to burn holes into him. If looks could kill, Okita most likely would have found himself reduced into a pile of ashes under her dark glower. "Grovel! Grovel right now and beg for my mercy and forgiveness!"
He considered her for a moment, munching sounds echoing from him for some seconds as he delightfully devoured his udon whilst relishing in the sight of her outraged bearing. Sounding another gulp as he swallowed another serving of noodles, Okita then formed a seductive smirk on his lips as he reinforced his hold around the wrist in his fist before bringing her hand to his mouth. He reveled in the sight of her ire melting away, replaced with a powerful ripple of embarrassment as her cheeks adopted a familiar adorable blush, coloring the skin there a bright red that matched her vermillion mane.
Her long and slender digits quivered under his ministrations as his tongue darted out to lap away at the layer of miso soup that had somehow found itself in between her index and middle fingers. A long, tantalizing lick and that was all it took for Kagura to emit a shaky mewl before he then awarded her with a small nip on the tip of her ring finger.
"Is that how you should be talking to someone who's your master for the day, you little brat?" His rich baritone harbored a sultry touch in it, the undertones of sadistic implications evident as he uttered the words against the back of her hand, "You'd do well to remember that I'm the one paying for the food you're consuming like some kind of starving beast right now, so you'd better be more grateful. Or I might be the one making you grovel and beg tonight."
The provocative inklings in his daring exclamation sent delighted shivers down to the base of her spine, the feeling accompanied with the sensation of goosebumps rising on the back of her nape as a certain need puddled in her loins. She stammered, fumbling over her words for a moment before she then roughly tugged her hand out of his grasp, cheeks a fiery warmth as she stuttered out her vehement response, "C-can't you talk like a normal person for once, you stupid sadist? Stop acting like a horny teenager and stop dragging sex into the conversation every five minutes. I know you're into BDSM, but keep that fetish of yours to yourself in public."
He let her wrench her wrist of of his grip, the playful grin retaining its position on his full lips as he once again went back to eating his udon. He wrapped the noodles around his wooden chopsticks before slipping them into his mouth and intentionally slurping violently on them, a small laugh vibrating through his chest as the residues of soup on the noodles then scattered around the table and all over Kagura's now irritated features as a result from his actions.
"Don't pretend you don't like it," he scoffed at her, and swerved his head to the left just in time to elude her trying to jam her fingers into his eyeballs as droplets of udon soup dribbled down her cheeks and chin. For a moment, he pictured her with bits and pieces of the depraved white of his semen painted all over her. "You look great with soup dripping all over your pretty face, China. Might look better with my milk smearing it though."
"Your milk?" Kagura repeated in an incredulous tone as she tried to come across as disgusted, though the repulsed approach lost its intended effect as a faded pink shade remained on her cheeks. "What is this, some kind of porn set for a video on Pornhub? This ain't the time to practice your dumb porn lines, okay? Save it for the bedroom, for god's sake."
Kagura was instantly aware of the fact that she had uttered the incorrect – or correct – choice of words as Okita's lips spread to create an even wider smirk, the slant of his mouth laced with heavier indications of his debauchery as his scarlet orbs flashed a dangerous glint at her. "So you're saying you don't mind me talking dirty in bed then?" he taunted her, his voice an alluring blend between mischief and lust as the words bubbled out of him in a slight purr.
His foot grazed her left ankle from beneath the table they were seated at, rubbing teasingly against the bony structure of her ankle before promptly skirting up her calf. The sensations that followed his actions made her shudder in delight as his foot slowly but surely skated its way upwards from her flushed knee to her supple thigh, disappearing into the bottom half of her dress. But before it could even press against her now drenched core, he briskly withdrew his foot, situating it back on its original spot as he nudged his legs in between hers.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" she snarled, the grouse that echoed under her breath coupled with a pant as her voice dropped lower from the arousal building in her loins. Her skin was heating up and a familiar warmth was fermenting right between her thighs, which she used to press together to give herself some friction in order to offer herself some relief.
Okita conferred her a mock pretense of innocence as his eyes fluttered into a slow blink at her. The feigned surprise in his voice was patent as he responded with a masqueraded attempt at ignorance, "Oh? Whatever are you talking about, piggie? I don't remember doing anything remotely sinful. I totally wasn't trying to seduce you and drive you insane so that you'd be incredibly soaked by the time I bring you back to my place tonight. I totally wasn't even planning on it. What kind of pervert do you take me for?"
"You saying that gives it away, you knucklehead!"
She kicked at his shin and he reacted by immediately providing her with his counterattack that came in the form of him stepping hard on her foot. Before long, the two were already kicking at each other from under the table, and the plates of food before them were already threatening to collapse to the floor from the brute force and impact they placed in their petty attacks.
It took the waitress yelling at them to keep quiet because they were bothering the other customers for them to eventually halt their childish brawl under the table. Both Okita and Kagura dug for boogers from their nostrils before flicking the disgusting snots at the waitress' head just as she ambled away from their table with a long string of curses grumbled from under her breath. Fortunately, she didn't notice and was gleefully unaware of the couple's boogers in her messy bun.
"My wrist is aching," Okita suddenly began complaining, exaggerating his faked pain as he jutted his lips forward into a despairing pout and eyed his own hand with a saddened look in his crimson gaze. "I think you broke it when you tried breaking my hand earlier," he went on as he referred to the previous instance of Kagura grabbing a deadly grip around his wrist when he tried reaching for her tempura five minutes prior.
With the added measure of a loud and heavy sigh that was terribly forged, Okita then endorsed a false charade of disappointment as he forced his voice into a smaller approach, "And here I thought after you've offered yourself up to me today you'd be a little nicer. Now I can't really feed myself, now can I? Well, how do you plan to repent for this now, China? Are you willing to be held responsible if I starve to death right now? If only a certain little pig's generous enough to help…" he trailed off for added emphasis, sneaking an indulgent glance at said little pig.
Kagura flushed a light rosy tinge on her cheeks at the admittedly adorable request to be fed. Although he sprinkled a little bit of blackmail in there, she didn't exactly mind it – to be honest, coming from him, she actually expected no less. Releasing a soft sigh, Kagura pinned a firm but fond stare on him before supplying the dry remark, "You know, you don't have to exaggerate the starving bit. I know an idiot like you isn't gonna die so easily. I thought you were gonna persevered with the toughness of a roach, sadist?" But she didn't really deny his imploring glance as she then started rolling his chopsticks in his bowl of udon. After gathering ample noodles around the wooden chopsticks, she then brought it to his lips, Okita more than joyfully permitting them access into his mouth.
He briefly noted how extra delicious the noodles tasted with her feeding him as the flavor melted on the tip of his tongue. A rather childish but all the same elated smile teased at the corners of his lips, the exuberant curve of his mouth a direct contrast to his habitually aloof demeanor.
"Yeah, well, it's not like you have the right to complain much anyway, China," he snorted at her, his voice muffled in the midst of his chewing. "You said you'd do anything. Be glad that I'm not asking you to bend over this table instead. Then again, if you don't mind…" he immediately silenced himself when she proffered him a sharp kick at his knee from under the table.
Despite herself, Kagura couldn't find it in herself to repudiate the female pride and warmth swelling in her heart, nor could she vanquish the whimsical feeling surging through each and every cell of her being as she lovingly gazed at him happily munching on his food. To see such the regularly indifferent and lazy sadist ogling at her with such intense bouts of love and happiness dancing in his eyes and the smile plastered on his face was enough to make her heart beat just a little bit faster and louder. Butterfly wings thrashed in her stomach as she pushed another serving of udon noodles to his lips, which opened quickly to gratefully accept them into his mouth.
His eyes locked with hers, that familiar touch of seductiveness conspicuous as he darted his tongue out and coated the tips of the chopsticks with his saliva first before grazing his teeth against them and drawing apart. His tongue licked at the telltale signs of udon soup layering on the plump flesh of his lower lip, skimming along the skin of his mouth in a slow but bewitching manner as he kept his heated gaze on her the entire time.
This fucker. How the hell could he seem so cute but sexy at the same time? It must be illegal to be this adorable and hot. She almost choked on her own spit at the tantalizing show he had put on for her.
But her lust waned ever so slightly, scurrying under her skin to give way to affection and devotion as his hand found hers, instantly intertwining their fingers together. She pressed her lips together as the pounding of her heart hastened its pace, almost blaring in her ears now as the sounds of her thumping heart threatened to smother every other noise around them. Her cheeks felt warm, and she was pretty sure that her face was as red as a tomato at this very moment. But again, she didn't – or more like, couldn't and didn't want to – pull her hand away as she allowed him to fiddle around with her fingers.
She shrouded her disappointment when he suddenly drew his hand away, pulling apart from her as briskly as he had held her hand. But she blinked her cerulean eyes in bewilderment as he stole the chopsticks from her grasp, his lips tilting upwards into an innocent smile that seemed to possess undertones of immoral intents as his other hand retrieved his phone from the safety of his pocket.
Kagura narrowed her irises at him in a suspicious fashion. "What are you up to now?" she huffed at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she pinned an accusing look on the smiling sadist.
"That's rude. I haven't even done anything yet and you're already looking like you're gonna split my ass into half," he sighed before pouting at her.
"Your ass have always been split in half. That's why you have two butt cheeks, dumbass," came her tart retort.
"Oh, you sound like Shinpachi. Lol," he uttered the condescending jibe, avoiding just in time when she once again pulled another futile endeavor to stab his eyes with her index and middle fingers, the girl somewhat offended by him comparing her to the Shinpachi-wearing glasses. He slapped her wrist away with the hand that was clasping around the chopsticks as he went on, "Well, relax. I was just thinking that maybe it's my time to feed you this time around. You know, because I'm a nice guy."
The last sentence itself was ample to further fuel her suspicion as she scoffed at him, "Since when were you nice?"
"Oh, but I am," he remarked with a playful tone, an equally skittish grin curling at the edges of his lips. "You'll see." And then, as he went for the plate filled with barbequed sausages next to her bowl of tempura, Kagura immediately understood the schemes that he was devising in his head. But before she could even sound out a coherent protest, he had already shoved it down her throat, his free hand that was holding onto his phone pressing the record button as he began filming her.
"Oh, yeah. Just like that. Mm-hmm, that's a nice look…" he echoed in a suggestive manner, his voice and what he was doing garnering unwanted attention as the other customers shot them weird and mortified glances.
Then, as he proceeded to slide the sausage in between her lips before moving it in a back and forth in and out fashion through her parted mouth, Kagura responded by pushing two fingers up his nose. When his blood started dribbling down his nostrils and into his lips later on, she wasn't completely certain if it was because that she had rammed her fingers so far up his nose that she had punctured something important – or if it had already been bleeding when he decided to make a show out of feeding her the sausage.
Probably the latter. Probably the former. Most likely both.
Yet, despite being the cause of his bleeding nose in the first place, Kagura had reached to wipe the ichor off his face with a tissue before he could have even pulled out a handkerchief.
"You know, this could have been a sweet gesture if you hadn't tried jamming your pretty little fingers up my nose to begin with," he groused, voice muffled due to the bundle of cottons now buried deep in his nostrils that Kagura had placed there in order to stop the bleeding. However, he leaned into her palm just the same when she gave him an apologetic pat on the top of his forehead before ruffling her fingers through the strands of his brown hair.
His mane was a lot fluffier than she thought it would be. It was a fact that she found rather adorable, though it was also a fact that she wasn't ready to verbalize out loud at the moment because she was pretty positive he would retort with another perverted comment in return. The stupid sadist found a method to steer every chatter into that direction every time after all.
"Shut up," she told him, but her voice lacked any bite and simply resonated out of her in light chastising, "it's your fault in the first place. Try to be less of a deviant or else I'll arrest you for indecent conduct in a public space, idiot."
"Well, I could be arresting you for stealing my heart," he started, his lips curving into a warm but pleased smile when she blushed at his choice of words in return, "but you don't see me complaining, now do you, Kakarot?"
"That's the most cliché line I've ever had the displeasure of hearing," came her riposte, though both knew it was another lie she offered to hide her embarrassment and glee over his romantic syllables.
"Cliché as it may be, you don't really seem like you'd projectile vomit from it either so I still win, lol."
Kagura was tempted to ask him to ease up on the romantic gestures and degenerate male advances (and also the lols because they were frankly getting on her last nerve), but knowing Okita Sougo, she was more than confident he wouldn't listen to her. The bastard had never been the type to hold back on his opinions and feelings after all. Although, those were one of the many things that she admittedly adored about him.
Not that she would ever admit it out loud of course. She wouldn't want to make Sadist die by an overdose of happiness. Not yet at least.
A/N: I thought I was gonna end Nirvana by the time it has a chapter 22. But with the rate I'm going, it'll probably be either end at the 24th or 25th installment for this fic lolol. I keep dragging Okikagu's date (but can you blame me?) so expect another chapter filled with fluff (and again, sprinkles of sexual tension) lmao. There's gonna be the last smut too so yeah. I think I'm also dragging it on for so long because I just love writing Nirvana so much T.T sad to see it reach its finale, but the time has to come sooner or later.
alcaponieeee, JuneyOkikagu, Heatherishere, CheeryLola- You're welcome, alcaponieeee! I'm fine with you not leaving reviews, studies are more important after all. And I'm so glad that so many people are having butterflies over my updates, knowing that a lot of you guys are enjoying the fluff and smut I have to offer is more than joy-inducing. You guys give me too much praise, but thank you so so much for all the compliments! They help with my self-esteem as an author. And yes, Sougo being Sougo is of course gonna take advantage of what happened the other day to have his fun with her. Took me a while to stop blushing over what I was writing and get it together because Okikagu is really my kryptonite lol. I don't ship characters that much, but Okikagu and another ship from a different anime are my OTPs, I swear. I try not to include too much naughty bits in my update, but I can't help myself lmao (not ashamed to admit that I'm a pervert. I mean, have you seen my smut?) And yes, you will be meeting the Saitou twins again in Corrupting Me Sweetly, they have a bit more character development there compared to this one (tbh though, Corrupting Me Sweetly is a mix of romance/adventure/humor/drama all at once. It's gonna be a really lengthy fic for sure). Regarding the compilations, I already have so many moments between them plaguing my head, and I really just can't wait to get started on them. There's more that I want to say, but I can't tell you guys how much I appreciate and love all the support and time you're spending on this fic (and my other ones as well). I hope that you guys are able to handle whatever you're dealing with, whether it's Uni work, online classes or wedding preparations I'm wishing all of you the best of luck! I love you guys, and I'm sending a lot of hearts and hugs to all of you! XD
