smutty, bloody warning here.

Also sorry this is long af

I don't know how many years have gone by since that day. The day Dashi sealed me away within stone.

The first thing I heard, was a gentle tapping noise, it was soft and pacid, like morning dew falling from a blade of grass. The ground was cold underneath me as I stirred. A sudden snap of pain made me groan out brashly, my head was splitting. I tried to pull my arms down, but they were held up above by something.

Ame had awoken after fainting in the valleys of Mount Yari. She had been fleeing from Jack Spicer and Chase Young's sparse trifles . After awakening from her long sealed imprisonment implicated upon her by Grand Master Dashi, the side effects had left her body in shambles. She had used far too much of her strength and was facing the harsh repercussions.

"Gotcha." That was the last thing she remembered hearing before she blacked out. Again Ame attempted to pull her arms forward. The rattling sound of a familiar metal chimed in the large black room. She sighed a ragged breath. She was in chains. She tried to open her eyes but the room was black, she couldn't pull from the strength of her element to see in the low light either.

The ground beneath her bare thighs was cold and damp. Small rocks pressed into the exposed flesh bitterly. With a huff she tried to rip her arms down once more. It didn't budge. It became clear to her that something was holding her bound, without strength. A spell? Heylin magic? Regardless this was troublesome. She couldn't feel the warmth of Enbu no Hono beside her. And her mothers kimono was also gone. For the first time in a long time, she shivered, surely if she could see, her breath would have been foggy in the air. A shiver ran through her cold exposed arms, she groaned.

Rather problematic this was. She would have to wait for whoever was keeping her locked up to reveal themselves. It didn't really matter to her right then in that moment.. Ame was thoroughly exhausted, at the time she had no idea how long she had been blacked out for, but her body ached unreasonably. She felt war-tormented, it hurt to breathe, and her legs felt like jelly, she was curled up on the cold ground the best she could. It was sickly cold in the empty dark, of the bleek stone room.

She fell, letting herself drift away again, be it at her own will, or her body just giving way, tenderly she rested her head in the junction of her upwards arm and shoulder. There she drifted off, in to a cold far away dream.

A fragment from a memory of her life before the curse. Winter was at its end grass peaked through in patches through the snow. She had created a small fire to roast some pond fish that she had gathered. Dojo, the small green dragon was there. He talked a lot, enough for 4 people. And Dashi was there too, bundled up warmly in thick robes and a scarf. I didn't need to wear many layers, my element of fire kept my body warm all around, still despite this, Dashi would tenderly put a blanket around my shoulders.

They were laughing heartily, talking about the many battles they had faced. Talk of old friends, new and old. I didn't join in, I had nothing to offer the conversation. But I felt at ease, just listening to their rambles of times past.

"Well Ame!" Dashi laughed at me, slightly drunk from iced sake. "You'll have to meet them when I take you to the continent!"

I looked up oddly at him. Take me where? "Meet who?" I asked with a tilt of my head.

He laughed again, his face bright red from the alcohol he was consuming. The light of the fire, burning bright as the sun had already set.

"My buddies, Monk Guan, and Cha-"

The door slammed open with a thundering boom, jolting her awake she gasped sharply. Her eyes stung a bit from the hall light bursting into the small stone room. She winced away into her arm, trying to turn away from the bright hall lights. A large towering figure was standing in the shining doorway. It was horribly blurry, all she could make out was their large black silhouette.

"Good morning." His voice was sultry and dark, a chill ran down her spine as she gritted herself forward, attempting to try and stand. But her legs were also sadly shackled at the ankles, this made her stumble back onto her bottom, she gritted her teeth in annoyance. He took a loud step inside the dark stone room, the large gate like door shutting behind him with a creaking boom.

I could feel my heart begin to thud into my ears. The room settled back into that deprived darkness, he faded away with it. It was so quiet it felt nearly unbearable. I swallowed thickly, and exhaled from my nose.

Her breath was captured when golden eyes cut through the black room, glowing like a cursed star in the dark of night. Eyes of a snake, honey almond coloured, with black slits for pupils. Ame's eyebrows fell into a frown as her top lip threatened to snarl. Her fists clenched as she settled her heartbeat the best she could, It burned, pulling her arms down again roughly, the friction rubbing her wrists raw.

With each loud booming step he took towards me I felt every nerve in my body come alive. My skin prickled in reaction, until he would be surely standing in front of me. I couldn't see any defined shapes, just a pair of glowing yellow eyes floating from above.

He snapped his fingers suddenly. In reaction I tried to take the best defensive pose I could muster under restraints. As the sound of his snapping fingers filled the room in a gentle echo, torches ignited around the small area. He came into a gentle bloom of fire. It was a small, largely bricked stone cell, there were no windows for light, and the roof was rather low. It felt cramped in there, but it was rather clean. She expected to see the bone corpse of a fallen man chained to the wall, but no.

I looked up with a quip of my head. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as thoughts ran through my now awoken mind. Out of those two, something told me he was the worst end of the bargain to wind up with. The gentle red bloom of the wooden torches illuminated the small stone room in a delicate glow. 4 on each side of the wall, it lit up the enclosed space like a bonfire on a summer night.

Ame swallowed thickly, she didn't care if he saw her do it. The man before her was none other than Chase Young.

"You gotta meet my friends, Monk Guan and -"

"Chase Young, it's nice to see you've awoken." His voice was dark and tempting, as he introduced himself again. The feeling he gave her was like fangs at your jugular, Ame knew right away he was trouble. She glared up at him, furrowing her brows. Is this the Chase Young, Dashi had spoken about so fondly? Dashi, her mind drifted for a second. The sound of him scoffing at her pulled her back to him, her eyes glancing him over.

Chase was wearing regal battle rrmour. Broad dark layered shoulder pads, like regal spiked shingles from a roof, knotted with dangling hanamusubi knots. A tight mandarin black collar, that pulled over his arms. His chest was covered in a deeply paneled, black leathered samurai style chest plate, it pulled down into a plate skirt. Multiple layered panels, the rims a deep red trim. A large rope knot for a belt, layered on top of a large waist belt armor. Fashioned at the front, with a large yellow buckle, resembling a serpent's eye. Baggy, black monk pants, held tight at the calves from dark green knee plates.

Chase squatted down his black well made waraji sandals pulling the gravel beneath him. There he looked as if he had a proposal. His eyes glue golden with a gentle bloom. His jaw was strong and cut, and handsome, his eyes, raw and harsh. They felt dangerous to look into, as if the depth of them would swallow you whole. His tussles of long dark hair, swooped over his eye in a widows peak. He chuckled, the noise coming with a rumble from somewhere deep in his chest.

His gloved hand went to hold Ames face like it was a tempting apple about to be picked from a tree. With a snarl she attempted to move away from it. With nowhere unfortunately to go he cupped her face roughly, squishing her cheeks beneath his cold leathered hands.

He turned her face roughly to look at him. He looked as if he was bored? No it was deeper than that, he had discontentment. His thick brows furrowed as he inspected Ame with cruelty. His large thumb ran itself over her soft bottom lip. His deep carved features molded into a curt smile, the light from the sides of us, making his face look chiseled and sinful.

Ame snarled at his unwanted touch. She assumed this man, Chase Young. The man she had fought an unknown amount of time ago. Had appeared to try and turn the tables on her. She hated men like him, was he angered that she beat him in battle? Or that their fight was cut short because of the showdown? It didn't matter to her, all Ame wanted to do was run away from here. She wanted to find Dashi, confront him. Ask him why?

He whipped her face harshly to the left. She jerked a bit within her bindings, again to no avail. Chase leaned forward into her neck slowly, lips a mere kiss from the bend of her throat. Ame bit her lip, she could feel his hot breath fanning on her, it sent chills down her skin, that was not lost to his blazing auburn eyes. He chuckled again. Looking at her turned face, burning a trail with his eyes all the way down to her collarbone.

"Much more docile now aren't you?" He taunted her in a quiet rasp, with each rich huff, he moved up until his lips were at her ear. She struggled again. Doing her best to move away, the chains still as tight as ever. She tried to pull away her face from his grasp.

His hot tongue rolled on the curve of her ear, she let out a gasp in surprise! Ame parted her lips to protest, but Chase just used this opportunity to press his thumb into her mouth. She bit down instantly. Attempting to sever it, he grunts a bit, but then laughs. Instantly he sunk his fangs into Ames throat in punishment.

She cried out in pain, but it was muffled out by his hand. His canines pressed hard and deeply into her, bruising the tender flesh. It hurt, and it burned. He held her there like that, pressing harder and harder. He moaned deeply into her bruising flesh, the rumbles he was making caused her to let out a sharp gasp. There he finally released her after what seemed like an eternity, she let out a ragged sigh in relief. Ame felt his smile burn a path back to her ear. Ame let out a shaken exhale, breathy and distressed.

Chase let out a throaty curse into my ear, his rough voice send chills through me all the way down to my core. Again I tried to tilt my head into him, hating the feeling of his hot fans of breath on my ear. Chase's large hot hand left my mouth to hold me firmly by the neck, his fingertips holding firm into my skin. I grit down as his thumb, now wet from my own saliva, rubbed small circles into the bruised and tender flesh on my neck.

I pushed my head into my extended arm, desperate to move away from this heat he was forcing on me. My face now close to his, I stabbed daggers into his menacing eyes, those damn cursed eyes, that easily pulled me into them with just their notion. Cold and deeply swelling, the slits in his eyes paper thin as he took me in as well.

Again he grinned cruelly, his grip around my throat tightening. His free hand, that I had already forgotten about, moved roughly behind me to grip just above my hip. I tensed harshly, gritting down I huffed in anger at him.

"Let me go." I growled at him, with a slight pant.

"No." Chase gritted out darkly.

Quickly before I could react, he had pressed forward into me, his arm pulling me up resting himself between my cold legs. The junction of my cold thighs now at the sides of his hips, my core pressed up against his waist. He had me pushed roughly against the stone wall behind me, his knees on the ground he squatted down, pressing us tight together, my breasts squished firm on the cold chest plate. One strong hand held the small of my back keeping me held up to him. I felt my face burn red, worried about where this was headed. His free large hand, went behind my shoulders, holding the back of my neck in a cradle.

The dark chuckles he made alerted me forward, my eyes threatened to prickle, as my nose crinkles. The lizard beast man holds me there for a small moment without words. He looks down at me like a king, on a large hill of skulls, would he devour me?. I swallowed thickly, watching his sharp jaw loosen, as his mouth opened, the tips of his fangs showing before that sinful tongue, he took a lick of his bottom lip with a slow drag. His strong hand at my back, snaked slowly with hot fire over to my hip, his fingertips pressed in slowly till it felt painful. I did everything within my power to hold back any signs of pain, this was humiliating to say the least. I hated his touch, it was the heat my body had been begging for. How dare he do this to me?

"What do you want?" I scoffed out. Evil men do evil things for very little reason. Dashi's old words rang in her head like a strum of a cord.

"Well I want you." The demon man huffed, nearly sighing out, the words leaving with a bit of grit, almost in anguish.. Ame felt her face burn hot in reaction, she wasn't used to a man speaking to her so darkly. The dark way he spoke sent hot chills through her, her belly felt tight. Again she pulled down at the chains.

His lips slightly parted, she could feel those serpent eyes, running over the bow strings of her mouth. In reaction she pressed them into a tight line, glaring harshly back at him. His hand moved behind her, running his fingers through her dark ash tresses. Twirling a thick lock around his fingers, his head tilted to the side. Then he made a sound of what she could only describe of a purr from a lizard. Her brows curved up.

Then he snapped, tightfisted a ball of her hair, forcing her head back in a pained wince as he yanked her. She gasped out as he chuckled at her. Her throat hot and burning, bulged up towards him, he fanned it with his breath. Rolling around her like a snake before it strikes. He held her tight in place, she snarled, biting down on her lip hard.

She refused to cry out again to him, if he wants her to suffer then she will deny him for as long as she can.

That was until, his hot agonizing breath, was panting slowly over the cords of her protruding throat. Her eyes shut in defiance, her breath came out slowly as she tried to stifle herself

"I'm sure you've noticed by now, that I've sealed away your abilities. Within these binds, you're nothing more than a normal, weak, human girl." His breath hot and warm, against her chilled body. His words shooting right down to her belly. She had to get away from this demon.

Attempting to lurch away, but he only pulled back her hair harder. His arm leaving her lip he pressed his forearm to the dip of her back. Roughly he pressed his hot mouth to just below her jaw. Ame's breath snaps with a wet gasp She felt him curve a smile on her skin. A hot wet tongue licked the junction of her jaw, leaving a hot trail of lava in its wake.

"Stop." She heaves out.

"Not till you give me what I want." He threatens her. His voice is much harder, so commanding it makes her lose her breath. What he wants? He said that was me, but what does that truly mean.

"And what," She pants, as his lips place chaste kisses to the front of her throat, his hand still pulling her head back. "Is that really?" She winces as she feels those sharp teeth grazing her tender flesh. Her breath hitched, he's going to bite me again!

Sharply Chase dug into her as predicted, harshly he pierced her soft skin with the pointed edges of his fangs, blood rushed out in a hot trail down to her collarbone. Groaning hotly into her burning neck. Breath ripping from her lungs, she clenched her fists in an attempt to distract herself, rattling the chains she tried to pull herself up, away from his hot mouth. But he only hugged her back, pressing her deeper into him. Ame attempted to press her legs together, but his hips were in the way. He moans as he bites and sucks at her throat, lapping at the small drops of blood. He begins to rock his hips, Ame groans at this. He presses her into the wall warder, as he slowly grinds into her.

She groaned, as a trail of hot crimson left from the puncture in her neck. His tongue swirled over the hot mark, tasting her blood, he pressed a hot mouthy kiss into his work.

She knew she was to be tortured, but this isn't the way she thought it would go. He plans to defile me until I submit to him? But he's a fool, I won't give in to this demon, nor will I submit to any man!

His hand left my hair to hold my side. His large hand slowly caressed up my rib cage. My lip quivered, I hated his hands.

"Give in." his voice a thick rasp as he grinds his hips against my own again.

"No." I breathe out, its pitched and light. But he only smiles at this, again he chuckles sinister. "Good, this wouldn't be fun if you crumbled that easily." He speaks with a terse sound. His words as terrifying as they are hot melted chocolate. I shudder within his death grip.

That wicked tongue ran itself into my neck again, lapping slowly at the small stream of blood. I grunted at this, a shiver in my spine, making his fingers caress my back slowly.

"I'll die, before I give in to you." I curse at him, tempting to say anything, then just let him defile me freely.

He left my throat, and for the first time in awhile I looked into his face freely. My blood smeared over his chin and the side of his lips. I grimace at seeing this, again those harsh eyes tore into me. He pressed me tight again, his hands at my ribs, he ran his thumb under the swell of my breast.

I breathed, my neck wet with my own blood, mixed with his saliva. My skin cold, but my face hot, I resisted the desire to pant. Loosing blood wasn't good for me, I was already weakened. Still feeling heavily drained from the curse breaking. He must have known this, taking this opportunity to dominate me, and defile me, in whatever ways he seems fit. Was this his vengeance from our battle? This bastard, she knew when they were fighting that he got his rocks off by breaking and beating. She knew he wanted to drag their fight out, but because she wouldn't give that to him, this is how he plans to punish her?

I try to jerk away again, from his cinder hot hands, but he only pressed me firmer. Chase lets out a hungered groan, he pulls it deeply, I gasp unwillingly as it vibrates me whole. Then he comes forward slowly, his cat-like eyes heavy lidded, his head tilts. He slants his mouth over my own.

My eyes widen, full body shudders halting in their tracks. My senses leave me for the smallest second. Warm. My skin comes alive now in a hot sweat, his lips invading my own with a rough turn. He inhales deeply with his nose, making my eyes close tightly. His hand palms my breast giving it a rough squeeze. I gasp, attempting to cry out. His tongue invades my mouth with the opportunity, shocked he forces me to taste my own blood, his hand rakes down my back, making me try and lurch away from him. But in the end only grinding against his cold armored groin. My heart beats like a mad beast, now panicking, as his warm tongue swirls under my own. He probes with languid firm kisses, everything in me tried not to return his actions. His thumb pressed into my pursed bud on my chest, I harshly shuddered at this, giving a pleaded wail for him to stop.

Heat waves my core as I attempt to thrash away. I can't speak as he continues his wicked tortures to my lips. He drags is hot tongue out, running it on my bottom lip, I shudder. Chase gently rolls my breast in his warm hands, slowly and firmly, my legs squeeze his hip. He groans deeply from his throat, he pinches my pert nipple, forcing me to gasp again. Again he kisses me, his lips so hot and firm my mind spins. "You taste so fucking good." He huffs between languid mouthy kisses. His words rip into my mind like wildfire, he swallows my pitched whines, as he forces that tongue back into my mouth. I try to bite his tongue off if I can help it, becoming desperate to end this torture. But my strength is sadly gone from me. I hold his hot tongue between my teeth, as a tear pricks my eyes. I was too uneasy to open them, afraid? I didn't want to look into the eyes of the beast, I didn't want to see the soulless monsters face, smeared with my own blood.

His hand leaves my chest with unwatched speed, hooking his thumb into my mouth, yanking my jaw open he pulls his tongue away. My eyes open, unwillingly but I couldn't help to see what kind of look he could be making. Surely I've angered him now. His face is cold and menacing.

The blood on his jaw smeared and patchy, eyes dark and husky.

"Why are you crying?" As if he was warning me, his voice a threat. My brows furrow in my own shock, as I feel a single tear rolling down my cheek. His thumb still hanging like a hook in my mouth. Again I grit together. Biting him, it was like crunching on a rock. His face was flat, my struggles felt for naught. Without any of my strength I couldn't even hurt his thumb!

Chase on the other hand, was being overcome with his dark desires. She was bound and helpless, her skin slick and her cheeks pinked from his touch. The sent of her blood excited him, the taste of her blood running now wild within him. His impatient at my refusal goes well noticed to me, he scowls darkly, this rips a hot breath through my core. Then his gloved hand falling onto throat once again, pressing his full palm into it. My fists clenched within these chains.

"These are chains from the bones of a dragon aren't they?" I asked with a wet rasp, I was starting to feel dizzy, his hot breath and tongue, along with slowly loosing blood was racking my body to a shaken mess. Dragon bones, things of these natures can carry magical properties. They are easy to enchant, at least it's the only thing that could possibly deny my powers this much.

He smiled, leaning close to me again, his face and inch before me, instinctively I press my lips together, desperate to deny him access again. No matter how it felt.

"They are." he purrs with wicked delight "A sharp girl. Do you like them? I made them myself. Hexed with haylin magic, the dragon bones strain your powers." The demon said with a growl pleasured at his own words. I grimace. Dragon bones, no wonder i'm so powerless in these restrained. This bastard, I curse at him, scowling harshly.

He smiles at this, those cursed eyes digging into me once again, I hated them. I felt like looking into them only put me under a trance, my body was hot and slick from his gaze. I jerked again within my binds, my fingers so numb I can't tell if my hands are clenched or not.

The warlord begins his assault on my poor flesh again, my chest heaves with each, harsh bite into my skin. Fangs pierce into arms and shoulders, again diving into the tender flesh of my neck, and then one particularly sharp bite into my collar bone. He attacks me again and again, like a hungry beast. I'm vibrating under him, trying desperately to hold back the screams resting just at lips, and then he comes for my still bleeding throat again. My chest is noose tight as he breaks the skin once more. I let out a sob, loud and wet it echoed in the small room. He seemed to take a particle delight in this, as he rewards my sobbing outcries, with a soothing run of his warm tongue, over the indents left from his fangs. I whimper, desperately I cling to dying thoughts of resistance.

Electricity flows over my as he grabs my ass firmly. Giving it a firm squeeze, again he grinds into me, slowly pressing the ridges of his armor, into my most delicate parts. I'm desperate now, trying to squirm away from his cruel torments, wet pants escape me as he refuses to let up.

He chuckles with a naughty breath against my neck, tenderly, and firmly, he kisses down my throat. His press is from and hot, it scorches my skin, I can feel my blood on his lips as he smears my body with it. He keeps moving down and down, at a horribly slow pace, that makes me let out a whine.

Instantly I bite my lip harshly down, feeling humiliated at the noise I just allowed myself to make. Shame takes me over, as a thin tear runs down my face, running as quick as it came.

"Give me, what I want!" He pants roughly, he seems as if he is also under this cursed spell. His words snap in my mind, still I try everything to refuse him. My body feels so hot, electricity flows with sparks everywhere he trails his hands. His breath is so hot, my lungs deplete every time his sinful mouth finds my skin.

I can feel a deep rumble from within this demons chest again, he then lifts me up. Forearm under my bottom, my legs hugging just below his ribs, I'm up high till im above his head. He tilts his head up too, with foggy eyes, my head is spinning as I dare to glance down at him. His eyes bloom in the fading light. I watch as he seems to be panting slightly. He's looking up at me, shame takes me over in a rough grapple. I force my eyes shut as I whine, He nuzzles into me upon hearing this, I can hear him breathe through his nose as he presses into the dip of my collarbones.

Chase begins to kiss down the valley of my breasts. My halter top style robe the only thing blocking him from my slick skin. I let out a muffled wine, jerking around as my teeth nearly break the skin on my lip. His mouth is open as he exhales a hot breath over my breast. I can feel it, warm and wet over my clothes. I shudder again, knowing that he intends to press those hot wet lips against me.

He rests his chin on my breast, looking up to me, I can feel him staring into my soul. Blood runs down my lip as I break into the skin, I know what he wants, the wait is agonizing, I wish him to just get it over with, all this against my better judgment. But Chase scowls at seeing this this, his brows furrowed as he snarls with displeasure. Pressing his index and middle finger into my mouth, ripping my teeth from my swollen lip. I let out a protests wail, trying to pull my body upwards, anything to get away from his hot, burning hot hands.

"Don't cut what's mine." He snarls, his voice dark and threatening, sounding like a man's voice mixed with a demons. I whine out in protest again, eyes pressed tight I hold my teeth into his fingers. I can taste the leather of his gloves mixing with the metallic taste of my own blood.

Chase stares at her, eyes dragging over her long flutter lashes, damp and glimmering in the ambient light of the torches. Her lips swollen and red, bangs messy as they clung in thin threads to her damp skin. Her skin tattooed with the imprints of his teeth. He pressed a tender kiss on the swell of her breast, a hidden smile when her teeth grit down on his fingers. It didn't hurt, her strength was weighing.

His legs shifted as he positioned himself before her, he kissed down, firmly, snuggling into her. Ame tried to turn her face away, kicking out her legs, slamming them on the leather of his back. Her skin was slick, her wrists burned with hot fire. Her belly feeling too tight, as it was hard to breathe. He begins to hum deeply as he places another firm kiss into me, this time just above my nipple, my breath fans his fingers, as he drops to hook them around my bottom teeth.

He clasps his sharp teeth around my nipple finally, pressing them down till I shriek. Firmly he grabs my throat, squeezing it gently. His tongue runs up and down the hardened flesh, until the cloth of my thin robe is soaked. Again and again he does this. He waits for my body to relax by just a hair, and then he digs those teeth back around me. My back arches, desperate to move away as I cry out again.

The shame that ran through me was worse than anything this man could do to me. He chuckles around my nipple. I gasp as he begins to kiss and lick the tender bud, as he had done to my own lips. He trails is hand down, till he palms my other breast. He pulls my body forward, arching my back up to his face.

He moans hungrily into my breast, the vibrations hot as it zings down to my now aching core. He gently needs my breast in his large hands, while his mouth, that wet hot sinful mouth, sucks tenderly. He could feel her heart thudding into his hand, making him squeeze hard until she mewled out gibberish. Her mind was in tassels with itself, how dare this man touch her like this. Make her feel like this. Her head felt a wave of dizziness, was he doing this to her. It was hard to keep her head up, her body was a hot inferno, her core felt so tight it was unbearable.

"P-pl-" She whispered in a soft broken tone, his eyes dragging open to look at her face, he brought himself just before her lips, leaving her tender nipple cold in the air. Eager to listen to her desperate please. He thumbed her peak still, he watched her head tilt as her lip pouted, eyebrows pressed tight, her face flushed.

"Feel like giving in yet?" He asks richly. Finally, he watches those eyes open. She had been refusing to look at him for a while now. Her lashes flutter like a bird, as those deep prisms open with a heavy half lidded stare. In the red and dark stains of the cell, they bloom like pomegranates, deep waves of plum strike through them. They look wet and glistening, with the tears she had been pulling back. They suck a breath from him, making him snarl.

His hand steady, now just holding her sides with a firm hold. He trails his eyes to her swollen tender lip, smeared with crimson. He exhales richly as her sent perfumes into him. His eyes tear away from her lips, dragging them slowly to her eyes again.

He hums, deeply and rich, as his face tilts close to hers. Eyes are foggy that look back to him. Her head starts to bob a bit as his brows set in question.

Thud.

Her face lands on his armored shoulder, Her body goes lax in his arm. She's panting slightly, her skin starts to burn under his hands.

He pauses letting her rest there for a moment, he cocks a brow. Is she faking fainting? He brings his hand to her hair and lurches her back. Her neck bends and her brows twitch, but no real reaction. She is slick, sweating all over now. He takes notice at the multiple punctures over her body.

It's not like she's pouring blood? I guess her strength is just zapped.

He grumbles in annoyance, getting up dropping her down on the cold ground. Her body hangs forward, her hair curtaning her face as her arms are still held up above her.

He stands tall over her, looking down with cold eyes. He really wanted to keep going, his pants start to loosen around his waist. It's no fun if she isn't awake. And it was starting to get good. He almost began to curse at himself, he had been far to tender with her in those last moments. It was those cursed eyes she had. He scoffed crossing his arms.

He looks up to the chains, that had been binding her so well for him. A hand coming to wipe what's left of her blood from his lips. He licks his thumb, feeling hot from her taste he grimaced.

These chains will kill her if she stays like this. He sighs.

The group had been flying through the air for sometime now, they were all cold and shivering from the storm. Dojo had broken up above from most of the swell and landed down into a monk sanctuary. The Japan base so to speak. It was nestled away high in the base of one of the great lakes. The stone tiled ground was slick, the rain had mostly disappeared, being nothing more that a hazing mist.

They dismounted as Dojo shrunk to size. Kimiko in Raimundo strong arms, was shivering violently. The sun behind them had begun to set, leaving the word in an eerie dark fog. Lanterns were lit as monks in draped orange and red floor length robes quickly rushed to their aids.

Finally inside, out of the cold, they were given a change of clothes. Long white warm terry cloth robes, with white tabi socks. Huddled they sat together around an indoor fire pit. Kimiko had been taken from Ria's arms to his great displeasure, she needed medical aid and was wisped away. leaving the group alone and waiting.

They were silent together, not speaking as the air was thick. Each staring into the blaze lost in their own self guilt.

Clay cleared his throat suddenly, making everyone jolt up to look at him. "Sorry." He apologized awkwardly. Everyone let out a sigh and turned away.

Omi held his face as he sulked. His defeat was a most shameful one in his eyes. To lose so easily to an opponent. How easily she would have taken his life. He knew that, that fact being the most frustrating.

Clay on the other hand was at a similar spot, he felt as if he contributed nothing. He couldn't stop Kimiko from being injured, he didn't help Omi from being impaled. All he did was smash a few Jack Bots. He's the oldest and yet what does he protect? Nothing.

But despite their self deprecating thoughts, Raimundo felt the most shame of the group. He wasn't even there. He did nothing, his friends. Those so precious to him fought till black and blue while he ate cake and sang with family. He was their leader? The one they should depend on! And he wasn't there. He scowled as he clenched his fists.

All he could think of was Kimiko's thin cold shaking body pressed to his.

"Rai." Clays rich voice cut through the silence. He glared up, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

"Stop." He breathed, feeling no right to tell him how to feel. But he just couldn't watch him suffer. Raimundo stood up quickly, fists of rage clenching. He snapped his head away, sticking his hands into the robes pockets he began to walk out. He was in a huff, the room felt too stuffy, and his chest felt so tight, it was choking him just sitting down.

He paused at the door frame in the small wooden hut.

"I need some air." He spat out, not listening for any reply.

Clay and Omi turned to look at each other, eyes heavy they sagged their heads down. Clay leaned back and let out a deep sigh, his hands behind him holding himself forward. He looked up the wooden support beams of the roof.

"I miss my hat." He tried to joke.

Raimundo had made headway to the healing hut, rain picking up as the wind let out a howl. His brown locks blowing around as they stuck to his forehead, he moved the thick bamboo mat over the door frame.

The room was soothingly warm as he entered. Monks bowed their heads at him, he returned the gesture. His brows dug deep as his face was riddled with shame.

"Master Raimundo." A short thin monk spoke out.

He looked away from the floor to him, his head felt heavy with all his thoughts.

Shes awake, if you wanna speak to her. The monk smiled at him, trying to soothe his worries.

"I-" Raimundo breathed out, did he deserve too? What right did he have to go to her side, why did he even come here? She must be disgusted with him.

A strangled cry slithered out from the back of his throat as he forced his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. His fists rattled with how hard he was clenching them.

"Rai?" The sweetest voice cut through the thick cobwebs of guilt like butter. His eyes snapping open he looked up quickly, a silent inhale, his mind began to spin.

"Come." The monk began to walk, his gesture a soft turn of his head. Lead like a dog without a leash, he now followed closely behind without protest.

His heat thudding against this ribs, he breathed out through his nose. He was lead just round the corner of the large stone and wooden hut. The small monk slid the paper door to the side from down on one knee. He bowed on the wooden floors.

"Enter please sir." He spoke, his tone soothing and kind. Raimundo looked down at him, a sweat of his brow he entered the small dully lit room.

It was dark inside. The only light a single candle by her bedside. Night had taken the land, The breath left him roughly as he looked over to her. Kimiko had been given a bath, her hair damp still. A bandied over her rosy cheeks, Her arm in a large cast. She was under what looked like thick terry cloth blankets. Her bed made for a single person, with bright orange wooden supports. She was wearing a simple white bathrobe. Dojo asleep on the edge of the bed like an old cat.

Rai looked back down at the floor. Unable to look her in her eyes, he didn't deserve too. Shame shook him like a rattle, his brow was damp as his heart was slamming into his chest. He felt afraid of what she would say to him, would she curse him? He almost wish she would.

"Rai." She whispered, just her voice startled the man. His mouth felt so dry, he ran his tongue at the back of his teeth, trying to swallow.

"Rai~" She nearly sang, her voice gentle, as if not to wake Dojo, who was cooing in a soft snore.

"You're not gonna make me get up are you?" She sighed, His head snapped up to her. Kimiko took in the panicked look in those green eyes. The light of the candle reflecting gold stars in them. His hair was damp and messy. 5 o'clock shadow set onto his strong jaw. Kimiko motioned with her hand, notioning him to come over to her side.

He obeyed, his steps soundless on the old floors. As soon as he was by her side. He looked down at her, the pain in his eyes so palpable it threatened to make her own dampen.

"Rai..." She breathed, her hand rose to cup his cheek, but he turned away in shame. He felt deeply he didn't deserve her touch. He stifled a groan in the agony building within him. How is it possible to wish to be next to someone so deeply, but yet also to run, far far away from them.

"Please." She asked, her voice more gentle than he had ever heard it. Slowly, as if under her spell, he lowered till he was on his knees, at the edge of her bed. Kimiko in this moment was truly like a summer breeze, her words so warm it could break the stone heart of any man. And he right now was nothing more than a winter, frost biting at the corners of his eyes. He stammered down, low. He was breathing harsley through his nose, as he grit his teeth down and winced away.

She sat up gently, the covers of the blanket pulling as the bed creaked. He lurched forward in a panic, eyes snapping open. Kimiko let out wincing sound, moving her shoulder hurt more than she would like. Raimundo was quick to rise up to hold her back with his arm, His face was distressed. She looked up at him, not taking notice to Dojo stirring, grumbling out incoherent words, until he snored again.

"I'm not gonna die." She laughed gently, she watched his face fall again. Kimiko's sapphire blue eyes twinkled as she felt huffed. She watched him swallow, like he was waiting for horrible news from her. She sighed, her breathy tone making him bit his lip. Her free hand, rose up slowly, cupping the side of his strong jaw. The years had aged him into a handsome young man. His honey tanned skin, California swooped hair. She smiled up at him, so loving and tender It sucked the breath right from his lungs, he couldn't help but pout as his eyebrows coiled with grief. He held her hand, it was small and cool in his own, slowly her thumb soothed the apples of his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." His words crumbling him down, as he fell into her warmth.

Maybe I should tag kimxrai in this one hehehe.

Also i've never, ever written smutty anything so i did my best here.