Author's note: Gintama belongs to Sorachi H. This story is unbetaed. Reviews are greatly encouraged and appreciated. PLEASE VOTE IN THE POLL (check my ffnet profile)! Currently stuck halfway writing the other fics… and work has been on overload lately… and last week I was ill again… Ugh. Better now.
Chapter 5: Miles That Separate
"They're here!" she gasps and runs out of the water to dress herself.
Gintoki follows, still dazed. He digs through his mind for their previous conversations. Who could they be? Her enemies?
Sacchan swings her arm and within seconds, two men dressed in red fall into the water, bloody and unmoving. Her kunai have plunged through their hearts. She faces the other direction and disposes of three more intruders. Their faces are wrapped in red bandages.
"Watch out!" Gintoki screams and grabs hold of a man who has leaped behind her. He is strong and he reeks of zoo animals. "Who the hell are you?" He tries to uncover his face but another enemy kicks at him and he lands in a splash of water.
Sacchan yells his name as a knife slashes his side. The pain is searing but Gintoki keeps a brave face. He suddenly misses his bokutou, which is meters from him. Weaponless, he kicks one guy in his bandaged face and drags the other by the hair. Soon, both of them are held by him underwater until their struggles fade away into motionless bodies.
He turns to her and seeing her surrounded by five more men awakens the beast inside him. Her arms are stained crimson by flowing blood and her glasses are askew but the fierceness in her expression signifies her will to keep fighting.
"You're too late!" Her voice is firm but soft. "The sealing… it is done." She tosses the blackened coin in the air, causing all the men to leap forward to claim it. A kunai pierces its center and it explodes into dust.
They all turn to the source.
Hattori Zenzou is the destroyer.
All the men in red fall to their knees and slit their own throats, further concentrating the water with blood.
"What the hell was that, Sarutobi?" Zenzou lands near her and watches the red sea before him. "Why commit honor suicide? What a waste, we could have tortured them for answers."
She shakes her head. "They were too late. A minute earlier and they would have prevented the sealing." She turns to Gintoki with narrowed eyes. "It's a good thing that your distraction didn't cause us trouble."
"Distraction?" he repeats stupidly. Gintoki feels faint and a bit disappointed that he is labelled as a mere distraction. "Those men were the distraction… Distracting us… From whatever it was we were doing…" His voice is starting to blend into a whisper… "They distracted us…"
"Gin-san? Are you okay?"
"The Yorozuya… he's bleeding." Zenzou's voice barely registers in his brain. "We need to tend to him."
"Gin-san… Hold on… Please…"
He falls and blackness is all there is.
He wakes in her arms. It is the most wonderful feeling he can recall since… well, since that time at the lake.
"You're fine," she breathes, her lips close to his face.
Gintoki swallows and tries to nod, but it is quite an effort. How can a mini slash of a knife render him so useless?
But she seems to read his mind. "You were poisoned with their blade. We both were. We'll be fine… with the antidote."
"Oh," he croaks. "Poison."
"Are you hungry?"
He nods. "How long?" How long has he been asleep?
"Just a few hours." She slides closer. "You're fine now."
He hugs her closer with his arm and groans as her breasts flatten against him. She won't begrudge him this kind of intimacy, will she? His question is answered when she dives forward to kiss him, letting him stay on his back as she crawls atop his chest to straddle him.
His hands trace her curves, they move up and down her waist in a gentle persuasion for her to continue.
But Sacchan does not need any additional encouragement. She tangles her fingers in his hair and matches his wild kisses with her mouthfuls of delightful tastes. There is already too much clothing between them.
His knees spread her thighs open to draw her closer. They press together in the small bed of the Western room, the cold around them unable to compete with their heated intensity. Gintoki does not mind if there are ghosts benefiting from their show because all he aims to do right now is to show her that he wanted her.
Sacchan is sucking on his neck when he attempts to turn her over so that he is on top. The stitch on his side roasts his skin and he finds himself clutching at it in agony.
"Ho… Holy shit, that burns!" He trembles and silently wishes for his breathing to calm down.
"Gin-san! I'm sorry, you should rest." She crawls away from him but he desperately holds on to her arm.
"Don't go." He is pleading with all his heart. "At least… You can continue what you were doing."
She bites her lower lip. It was only seconds ago that those lips were on his neck.
"Please, Sacchan… Don't make me suffer more."
"You should have a meal first."
"I have this crazy idea that if you do what you were doing earlier, I'd recover faster."
"Gin-san… Don't be absurd."
"I promise to eat if you just please make-out with me for a while."
"You're not in the condition to be doing that."
"I swear… I am." He holds out his arms to her. "Come here. Are you just gonna let a guy who got stabbed for you… Are you just gonna leave me hanging here?"
"Don't be silly," she snaps at him, but she eases into his arms.
Gintoki kisses her again and traps her with his leg. "You're the remedy to this affliction of mine." He swears to be bold. He cannot miss this chance again. "Sacchan." He stares her in the eye, their noses touching, their bodies knotted.
She nods and gives him a peck on the lips. Trails of open-mouthed stamps of her lips to his neck are so distinct. Each touch sends him drifting to another level. Her palm has smoothed its way into his clothes, feeling his bare chest and his stomach.
He still wants to get deeper.
Ignoring the ache in his side, he shifts closer and unravels her robe in less than three movements. His hands glide over her breasts, their tips already waiting for his taste. Gintoki finds himself on top of her, powerful yet vulnerable. There is only one acceptable outcome to this circumstance and he will have her.
He rolls a tip between his fingers and caresses it as he watches her face. She will go wild with his touch because he could feel it… He could feel that he was the only man that she allowed to get this far. Thus, it fuels him to stake his claim.
She is an assassin and she may have used her body with men in the past… But there is an innocence underneath the alluring killer.
"Wait!" she gasps when he suckles her. Her head is thrown back and her body is thrashing. She tries to pull away… but he keeps contact, his tongue whipping at her flesh. She attempts to push him away… but he teasingly slows into a mild suck and transfers his mouth to keep sweeping on her other breast. "Gin-san!" she chants his name more times than he can count.
After several minutes of failing to stop him, she relaxes into a lazy arousal, still panting and moaning as he peruse her chest with his tongue. His fingers have created a naughty rhythm in that outer area between her thighs.
No words, just the right amount of obscene touches. Gintoki is at his greatest limit.
Her fingers lightly trace his back in thick contrast to earlier, she struggled with scratching at him but just in sync with his unhurried and playful teasing, she now imitates his pace.
Gintoki dares to swipe at her nub with his thumb, which makes her gasp. "Don't! I'm serious!"
"Don't what?" he smirks lazily at her.
"I can't allow that… Not yet."
"Sacchan…" he sighs and plants a soft kiss on her breast.
"Please…" she bites her lip and looks away. Her body still clings to him despite her words.
"Why not?"
"I've never been with anyone. Not like that."
"Don't you want to be with me?"
"I do." She pulled him close. "Not now. Not like this."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
He watches her for a while, even as she insists on staring at anything but him. "You're scared," he realizes. "Don't be. It's just me."
"I'm not scared."
"Yes, you are."
"I told you. I swore to never mix business with pleasure. There's still so much to do. We can't make this form between us."
"You're driving me crazy."
"You're not the only one losing your mind here."
"Exactly. So let's do it."
"We can't."
Gintoki shifts and presses his erection on her skin. "Then what do you suggest we do about this?"
"It shouldn't have gotten this far."
"But it has!" He lifts his palm to her soft cheek, giving her a light brush with his thumb, like a short gust of air. It is an intended plea but somehow ends up as a command that he feels is rooted from the core of his being. It differs from that night, when he beheld that power of the object. The authority he feels at this moment is drawn from her possession of him. It carries with it a promise, of which he cannot fathom.
Her lips part to tell him off, or possibly let him in, either of which he already refuses to hear. He breaks her speech with a rough kiss then he chuckles and shakes his head, soon contemplating on the unattainability of her approval. But no, he would always fight the impossible. Gintoki lifts his torso but keeps his hips close to hers, in his halfway attempt of giving up for show.
"All right!"
"WHAT?" He blinks at her, shocked by her words.
"I said, fine… Gin-san, you'll be gentle, won't you."
He groans. "Yes. Oh yes." He drags her by hooking his arms under her knees. Bending forward, he gives her a long, wicked lick before he readies himself to enter her. "Sacchan…"
"Gin-san…"
The door slams open and they both jump and separate.
"Oi, let's eat." Zenzou smirks at them with his arms crossed. He knows what he has interrupted.
"You're dead, hemorrhoid ninja, you're dead." Gintoki growls.
Author's end note: Nausea + blurry vision mode.