Author note : Inspired by the R18 translation and streaming of Hakuouki Setsugekka and Hijikata sensei's vibes. It's my first Hijikata fic. Hope you'll like it !
In Bloom :
A small polite knock on his door. He really wasn't getting accustomed to it, this knocking. Wouldn't that be simpler for people to announce themselves the way they always did ?
« Hijikata-san ? Can I come in ? »
The voice drew a small smile on his lips. Really, that girl couldn't get used to western ways either. It was making him feel better, not to be the only one bothered by all these small details, the knocking, the doors pushed instead of slid, the bed, the high desk...
« Come in. » he ordered, putting his brush down with his typical vice-commander expression already back on his face.
Chizuru turned the round handle in her hand and opened the door of his office, wearing her page uniform, carrying a tray with a hot cup of tea. She bowed respectfully and gracefully put the tray on his desk.
« It is still very hot. » she informed him « please wait a little before drinking it. Do you need anything else ? »
« I need these to be brought to Enomoto-sama as soon as possible. Which means now. » he said curtly, handing her a pile of paper that she hastily took in her arms, holding them against her chest as she bowed again « and you come back here as soon as it's done. »
« Yes, Hijikata-san. » she bowed again on her way out.
The perfect image of the perfect little page... he thought, watching her leave. Or the perfect little spouse...
Really, that girl... He knew she wasn't that docile all the time, her Edo blood was too strong in her, making her stubborn in the worst situations, but he was also glad for that. Without her stubbornness, he would never have seen her again, after he left her behind for her own good. How much had he regretted that decision, when he sailed to Ezo, when he subdued with ease the imperialist clans of the north and rested his ass in this comfy chair, as an executive of the New Republic of Ezo ? Of course, he knew that rest was only temporary. As soon as the ice melts in the first days of spring, the SatCho will cross the sea to hunt them down like rats. Yet, with his ass in this chair, peaceful day after day, he regretted he left her behind. She occupied his mind a lot more than he would have liked her to, occupying his dreams and even his sleepless nights.
But that damn girl… She was a bull-headed Edo woman. He should have known she wouldn't have given up. When Otori told him he was to have a new page, he couldn't have given a kitten's arsehole. All the others stayed less than a week anyway, storming out in tears. No reason that one would ever be different. But it had been. When he saw her, he blinked, thinking his eyes were playing him. She followed him, like the obedient, stubborn page she was. No. Like a woman deeply in love with him, as much as he was with her. He scolded her at first, in a way to keep her quaking, but she endured it, resolved, and stayed by his side. When he eventually kissed her, tears flowing on her cheeks, he felt like it was the only thing he ever did right in his fucked up life. He claimed her that night, not in the way he usually had his way with women, but with a tenderness he never thought he'd be capable of. But that was just the effect that girl had on him. She got him wrapped around her finger, that was the cruel truth.
« Really... That girl'll be the end of me... »
They've been lovers for a little bit more than a month even if they weren't sharing all their nights. He was a busy man and he couldn't impose such a hellish schedule on her. To all the others though, even if some of them had high suspicions, they were commander and page. It was easier for everyone. Well, easier for him at least. She was still calling him Hijikata-san, transmitting his missives to bigwits, bringing him that tea that really didn't taste the same when she was the one preparing it...
Absently, he caught the tea and brought it to his lips before dropping it on his desk.
« Fuck ! » he hissed.
He burned his tongue and that wasn't the worst part. The tea spoiled the document he was writing and he quickly picked it and straightened the cup so that the liquid wouldn't sink any further into it. He tried to shake it, his tongue still achingly throbbing in his mouth, and cursed all the gods' names he knew when a discreet knock on the door made itself heard.
« What ?! » he answered angrily.
Chizuru got in and put her palms on her mouth before she hurried to his side to clean the spoiled desk.
« What happened ? » she asked him.
« Are you dumb ?! I spilled your fucking tea because it was burning hot ! Are you trying to kill me or something ?! »
He took her hand in his and placed it on the cup, squeezing.
« See that ?! That's too hot. » he growled.
Chizuru shivered, quaking under the gaze of her demon vice-commander.
« I... I did warn you... Hijikata-san... »
Right, she did. But that wasn't enough. And seeing her like this, trembling under his gaze and still trying to challenge him by justifying herself... That was more than he could take. He released her hand and crossed his arms, brows as furrowed as ever.
« Palms and elbows on the desk. » he ordered.
« Hij... Hijikata-san ? » asked Chizuru, confused.
« I said, palms and elbows on the damn desk. » he repeated with more authority.
Chizuru blushed and averted his gaze but she complied, bending over to rest her palms on his desk.
« Are you deaf ? » he said « elbows. »
She bent over some more to obey his orders and he watched her for a while, sensing desire awakening in his flesh.
« I... How long do I have to stay like this, Hijikata-san ? »
« Shut it. » he snapped « as long as I'm not releasing you. »
The girl nodded and patiently waited under his burning gaze. His arms were still crossed and he was almost digging his fingernails in his arms to prevent them from stripping her, her posture intensely erotic.
« Pull your pants and underwear down. » he ordered « and get back in position. »
The girl's eyes widened and she became blushing red, biting her lower lip a little with embarrassment. Yet, she straightened up, pulled her trousers and underwear down as instructed, and put her palms and her elbows back on his desk.
From there, it was looking incredibly desirable, like a juicy peach parking right at him. He wanted to bite into it and devour it. Her pants on her knees, her shirt and coat still tightly closed... and just that naked ass tempting him, as if inviting him to play. He became suddenly aware of how tight his own trousers were.
« Hi... Hijikata-san... » she whimpered, looking at him from over her shoulder « please, don't look at me like that. »
« I look at you the way I want. » he answered curtly « are you ready ? »
« Ready for wh-aaaah ! » she yelled when the sonor *shlack* echoed in the room at the same time a stinging pain spread in her backside. Did... Did Hijikata-san just... spank her ?
Her face couldn't get anymore red when the second spank came, making small tear pearls at the corner of her eyes. She absorbed the shock the best she could, keeping her hands flat on the hard wood, but another cry escaped her lips before she bit on them.
« I don't know which is more red... » commented Hijikata with unfeigned amusement « you face or your ass... »
« Hi... Hijikata-san... » she moaned in confusion.
It was painful and yet, it was arousing her to be at his mercy like that, ordered not to move and waiting in anticipation for the moment his hand will land on her backside again, caught in this thrilling mix of fear and want.
« You pissed me off, that's your fault. Do you think you deserve another one ? » he asked in her ear, leaning over her as his fingers were teasingly pianoting on her aching, burning ass.
« I... I don't know... Aaaah! »
Another slap on her buttcheek and she started panting, rubbing her closed legs together in an unconscious attempt to calm the pain and hide her womanhood and her sudden wetness from him, unaware that the way she was rubbing them was making her round, naked ass dance in front of Hijikata's eyes. He could sense her embarrassment and how these erotic movements were totally involuntary, and that was a hard toll on his already swaying sanity.
« Answer my question. » he ordered.
« I... don't know... » she repeated again, earning herself another painful slap.
« Answer. »
His voice was harsh like the crack of a whip and she moaned again involuntarily, her body so hot that even his voice was enough to arouse her now, completely losing control over her own mind. Hijikata was fascinated to witness her in that state. That surely will deserve a reward at some point... Her ragged panting was making her unable to answer and he landed his hand on her ass again, watching with content the blooming red flowerlike shapes on the snow white skin, and her body arch with another cry as she made tremendous efforts not to move.
« Another one ? » he whispered in her ear again, aware that the girl couldn't take much more but still curious to see if she'll have the courage to deny him.
« No ! No, it's... It's enough... please... » she panted.
Leaning over her, staring at her face which was weeping a little, her rib cage moving in rhythm with her pants, he let his fingers explore her ass with featherlike touches.
Chizuru moaned uncontrollably, her skin so sensitive due to all the spanking. These touches were sending her to heaven, so soft on her burning skin, so in contrast with his earlier treatment...
« Aaah... Aaah... Aaaah... » she whimpered and moaned, rolling her hips slightly to push her backside against his fingertips.
« Look at you. » he laughed « seems like you enjoy being punished... »
« Hijikata-san... » she begged, still not disobeying him.
« You've been good, Chizuru. » he praised « you deserve a reward. »
Hijikata straightened himself before he kneeled in front of that juicy peach that had been teasing him for so long. He pulled her pants further down to make her spread her legs a little, allowing him to have a better view on her intimacy. He groped her ass in his firm hands and stuck his tongue out to lick her there.
« Hijikata-san ! » she squealed in surprise, straightening herself.
« Chizuru. » he scolded with another slap « palms and elbows on the fucking desk. »
The girl got back in position and he resumed licking her, from her bud to the back of her petals and even between her buttcheeks, earning himself lewd cries from his perfect little page. They didn't last very long though; the girl so sensitive that she ascended to cloud nine at tremendous speed.
When she got out of the haze that was blurring her eyes, she was still in position and Hijikata was sitting at his desk next to her, already scribbling another document.
« Get dressed. » he ordered « and bring me another tea. »
« Yes, Hijikata-san. » she bowed, pulling her trousers and underwear up to get back to complete neatness.
Hijikata watched her with a smile, her cheeks still flushed and breath lifting her chest with each of her deep pants, arranging the red ribbons on her collar and in her hair before she headed out. He was still rock hard but that would have to wait. Later at night, he'll ask her to share his bed and will make it up to her for his roughness. Sighing, he ignored as well as he could his body signals and reported his attention on recopying the previously stained document.
Chizuru came back shortly after with another tray and another tea, and left it on his desk as he thanked her curtly, taking the mail on her way out to give it to all the other executives.
Absently, Hijikata took the new cup in hand and brought it to his lips that turned into a devilish grin when he realized the tea was ice cold.
« Really, Edo women... » he muttered before he got up, running after her « Chizuru ! »