Chapter 3: Rekindle.

Smut Warning: Sometimes I think I should just warn when there's no smut instead. ;)

Going back was out of the question now.

"Shit." Mitsuru muttered as he flipped the kickstand with his boot then unzipped his leather jacket.

"Get off, now!" He urged, throwing the jacket over Kokoro's head. He held out his arm, grabbing her hand to steady her as she climbed down the bike.

Cold, freezing rain pelted them as he took her hand and the two of them ran for shelter. Mitsuru steadied her when Kokoro almost slipped, his grip firm but surprisingly gentle as they climbed up the stairs leading to the building entrance.

He pushed the double doors open and ushered her inside.
"Wait here, I have to hide the bike." He ran back out before she could reply. Kokoro loosened up the strap under her chin and tugged off the helmet. She looked behind her and saw little but a darkened entrance lined with what looked to be old shoe lockers. Outside it began to rain harder and thunder reverberated from the distance. She worried for Mitsuru who's surely soaked to the bone now.

She didn't know how long she stood there, silently waiting for his return. A part of her still felt stunned. For a moment, Kokoro wondered if she's in some trance, or some lucid dream, she was still slowly taking it all in - Mitsuru's here, so close, so within reach. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she dug out a hairbrush from her bag and made herself more presentable.

Her head snapped up at the sound of his footsteps as Mitsuru returned, drenched completely and pissed as hell, his green eyes gleamed with ill temper. Kokoro couldn't help but smile despite their situation.

"Goddamn, fucking rain." He muttered as he ran inside, shivering slightly. Rivulets of water trickled down the edges of his gray shirt, now a darker color after getting soaked, almost as black as his jeans.

Where did he learn to speak like that? Kokoro wondered as he pulled the fingers of his gloves with his teeth before tugging them off.

Shaking slightly from the cold, goosebumps all over, Mitsuru dragged the edge of his shirt upwards and pulled it through his head and arms.

Kokoro was suddenly hypnotized by the play of supple, lean muscles as he wrung the water from the shirt and shook it. She thought it may have been the bulk of the jacket that made his shoulders appear broader, his arms more muscular, but no. It was all him. Every beautiful, masculine inch of him.

She thought she'd lost him forever, he'd been so out of reach, Mitsuru made sure to keep the distance between them. The only way to get close would be to volunteer as a Parasite herself. But her applications had been unanswered, she'd tried twice, and would have applied again this year if not for the new rule that automatically got her conscripted.

But now...she can't believe he's this close, so near, all she had to do was outstretch her hand to touch him. The heat radiating from his body, the scent of his skin, his soothing, calm voice - these were things Kokoro thought she won't experience again. Her eyes ate him up, taking their fill, making up for the lost time. God, she'd missed him so much.

If she gave in to her impulse, she will surely lose him. This was a rare opportunity, she shouldn't mess this up.

"Do you want your jacket back?" Kokoro offered instead, digging up all the tissues she could find in her bag.

"I'm fine, sweetheart." Mitsuru murmured, wringing his shirt tighter then his hands froze mid-action. Damn his treacherous tongue. She got through his defenses without even trying. He had to be more careful.

Kokoro didn't tease him about the slip up though, something he'd always liked about her. She's not one to taunt, even if she's at the winning end.

"You were injured." She said instead in the silence broken only by the sound of rain, rushing water, and their unsteady breath.

Mitsuru's head snapped up at her words, locks of wet hair fell over his forehead, some longer strands obscured his green eyes and he impatiently brushed them off. Like this, with his hair down, his features softened, he looked so much like the boy she remembered.

Kokoro slowly walked closer to him, her usual bright blue eyes appeared darker now in the dim light, shimmering with concern.

"I'm alright. Just a scratch." An automatic response, almost flippant.

This wasn't good, he knew he should do something but his feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move as Kokoro slowly approached closer.

A small sound escaped his lips as she patted him dry with a bunch of tissues. He knew he should stop her, but god help him, he couldn't find the strength to deny himself this pleasure.

Mitsuru flinched as she traced the scar that ran across his lower left rib to the middle of his abdomen with her fingers. An intimacy that he'd permitted no one, not even his past girlfriends.

His body clenched in response, wanting more of her silky touch, more of her gentle strokes. He almost demanded it of her, almost begged...if not for the sudden clap of thunder that made them both jump.

It was the breather he needed to control his unruly body.

The shirt too cold to put back on, Mitsuru slung it over his shoulder, wincing as icy droplets trickled down his skin.

"Let's go." He said through clenched teeth, walking ahead of her.

"What is this place?" Kokoro asked as she followed him through corridors littered with old filing cabinets, scattered books, paper, and other junk.

"An abandoned school." Mitsuru replied without looking back at her, just being in the same room as Kokoro was driving his senses crazy. He longed to reach out to her, the urge to hold her hand was so strong he would have used any excuse, anything, anything at all he could use just for a small touch, a little caress. So close, so near and yet so far. God, how he ached. What has he done so wrong to be punished like this?

"I can see that," Kokoro smiled a little, "but why are we here?"

"You aren't claustrophobic, right?" He asked instead.

"No, why?" She didn't like the sound of that, where could they be heading?

Mitsuru didn't reply, just led her through another door, another long corridor, passing by old classrooms, some still has old desks and chairs. Devoid of people like this, the rooms gave a creepy vibe that made Kokoro shiver.

The brain is such a funny thing...making her see things that weren't really there.

"It's going to be dark soon." She said in a small voice.

"Scared?"
She heard the teasing in his voice.

"N-no." Kokoro denied, but she was feeling a bit spooked. I've been watching too many horror movies. She silently chided herself. Jumping a little when a flash of lightning illuminated the rooms for a brief instant, followed by a loud clap of thunder.

"Almost there." Mitsuru said.

Kokoro pulled the lapels of his jacket closer around her body, suddenly grateful for its warmth and took comfort in his scent that lingered with the leather.

He led her into another room which was filled with glass cabinets lined with various dusty apparatus and microscopes. Kokoro shuddered as she tried to identify the specimens in the jars, but the suspensions were too murky. They could be human parts for all she knew. If Mitsuru was trying to spook her, he's definitely succeeding.

Mitsuru reached for a broken glass beaker sitting on the second shelf and lifted it. She heard a clicking sound but couldn't identify the source. "What was that?"

"Just watch." He replied with a small smile, then pushed back one of the cabinets to reveal a secret room.

"Wow!" Was all Kokoro could manage as she looked inside. "You built this?"

"Yeah."

Now she knew why he'd asked if she's claustrophobic, there were no windows in the room, it was dark, but she could make out the edge of a bed, and what looked like a desk.

"You're still way too trusting." He said suddenly in the silence.

"Huh?"

"I mean...you simply followed me here." Mitsuru just stood there at the door entrance with his back to her, she couldn't see what he was doing. "Not a living soul for miles...what if I planned to...rape you?" His voice lowered at this point, almost a whisper.

Kokoro felt her cheeks blush at his words. If she didn't know him well, his words would have sent chills down her spine, but...this was Mitsuru, she knew he would never hurt her.

Hearing nothing but the silence behind him, Mitsuru turned to look at her.

"If it wasn't you, I wouldn't be here..." Kokoro said as she slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes. "And you don't have to force me. I will come to you willingly. You know that."

Shit. Mitsuru cursed himself. He'd handled this badly. He only wanted to tell her she shouldn't be so trusting, should be more cautious, especially with boys...dammit, he was instantly aroused just by what she'd said. Pathetic...I'm so pathetic.

"How did you get lost?" he changed the subject, gritting his teeth as his jeans suddenly felt too tight. God, how could she affect him this much?

"I took the wrong bus, so I got off and tried to catch the right one. But the streets all looked the same to me. Before I knew it, I was in the middle of a deserted area, I couldn't retrace my steps. My phone had to die on me..."

Mitsuru almost smiled. Some things never change. Her sense of direction was awful as usual.

"Where were you heading?"
He reached for a switch on the wall, and lights came on, illuminating the room.

"The boarding house at Mistilteinn 13." Kokoro followed him inside, amazed at how spacious it was, she didn't realize that she gave herself away. "This place is bigger than my room!"

Mitsuru had gone completely still. "Why?"

Realizing her blunder, Kokoro looked at his stiffened back and kept quiet, not knowing how to respond. But her silence told him more than any words could.
Her eyes went huge as he turned around and closed the distance between them with a few, long strides.

"To follow me?" Mitsuru asked through gritted teeth. Oh god, anything but that, anything but that, please.
She retreated, backing away, she knew that voice, those eyes. He's angry, really angry.

He followed her steps until she backed into a wall, cutting off her escape.

"I...I had to." Kokoro spoke in a low voice, her head bent, unable to meet his eyes.

He slammed his hand against the wall, with enough force that she felt a tiny breeze ruffle her hair and the shelves beside her shook a little.

"I told you not to follow me." Mitsuru's voice almost broke. "Why are you so intent on getting into trouble?"

"I just can't leave you alone."

"Dammit Kokoro, we can't go back to how we used to be!"

"I got drafted." She didn't want to tell him, not like this, but the words came out before she could stop herself.

Mitsuru's hands clenched into fists. "Don't play games with me, Kokoro!" His voice trembled. Fear, sheer panic, anger, and all the screaming emotions that had no name collided within him, almost choking him.

"Did you volunteer?" He clutched her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. When it came to her safety, he will never budge, never compromise. Perhaps there's still a way to revoke her application. He didn't care whatever the means, what it'd take, he'll do it, even if she ended up hating him.

"I tried..." Kokoro admitted, then seeing the angry despair in his eyes, she touched his lips. He was so livid he shook with it, but even then, she couldn't be afraid of him.

"It's not like that." Her eyes silently asked for his understanding. "APE changed the mandatory score, from 500 to 1000. I scored at 556, I got drafted with Naomi."

Mitsuru felt the fight drain from him, leaving him weak and lightheaded.

He'd dreaded this day, he should have known it was impossible to shape their fates. No matter what sacrifices he made, no matter what he gave up to protect her...fate will dictate their destiny. And has now led her on this path.

A part of him had known it was inevitable, that this day would come, but there was no way to prepare for the impact.

She leaned towards him until her forehead rested on his chest. "Mitsuru...I'm scared..."

God. How was he to react after hearing that?

He could only wrap his arms around her as emotions rushed through him with the force of a broken dam.

-o-

It was a mistake to touch her, he knew it, but it was too late, and there was no way to turn back the avalanche.

Mitsuru cupped the soft curve of her jaw, sliding his fingers through her damp hair and raised her face up, his eyes fixated on her full, lush red lips. He knew there's no going back once he kissed her. There was simply no way he could survive leaving her a second time, cutting out his heart would be kinder...more merciful.

Just a kiss...he tried to reason, rubbing his thumb against the luscious curve of her lower lip. Just one taste, he swore he'd take no more, just a kiss.

He knew that wasn't true. Not just a kiss...it would change everything.

But she took the choice from his hands. Kokoro couldn't bear the waiting any longer. She'd ached for his touch the very instant she realized it was him who stood before her. She'd tried to wait, to let him decide. But god, she couldn't bear the pain anymore.

The first contact of their lips was an explosion of instant need, of longing, of all the craving accumulated throughout the years.

Was it even kissing? Or were they devouring each other? He no longer cared. The pleasure of holding her, of feeling her in his arms burned all reason, all logic. The whole world be damned.

She was so soft, so silky smooth, and god, her taste...he swore he was getting intoxicated just by kissing her.

The hungry way he was licking, biting her lips drove her crazy. Kokoro could only latch onto his tongue, sucking him to capture his elusive taste.

The soft release and suction of her mouth on his tongue made his knees tremble even as blood rushed furiously into flesh that had been already hard and aching since she touched him. Oh god, Mitsuru groaned as the tightness of his jeans intensified the ache. She's slowly killing him, with each sweet caress of her tongue against his.

For a moment, the two lovers pulled apart, breathing heavily, and simply looked at each other. Trembling fingers reached out, touching each other's faces as if reconfirming the other's presence to themselves. Reassuring each other that this was real, no longer a cruel dream.

And then their lips met again in one wet, heated exchange of lips and tongues that just couldn't get enough. Never enough. No matter how much they licked, bit each other, the hunger only grew stronger.

Kokoro protested as he kissed his way down her neck, she wanted his lips back, but Mitsuru was intent on claiming more. His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned the jacket of her uniform.

Too impatient to unbutton more, he simply tugged her shirt free from the waist of her skirt and hungrily ran his hands against her soft, silky skin beneath the cloth of her uniform.

Kokoro sucked in a startled breath as she felt the rough textures of his palms as he caressed her stomach. No longer the hands of a boy who once led an easy life, but that of a man who liked working with his hands. The calluses served only to enhance her pleasure, not turn her off, she liked the way they feel against her skin, simply because they were his.

"Let me see you...please." The uncharacteristic humility of the request stole her breath. In all the time she'd known him, Mitsuru has never asked...merely took what he wanted.

With trembling fingers she complied with his request, unbuttoning her uniform from the bottom up, shuddering as he continued to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck. His breath felt so warm against her skin.

Sweet Mother of God. Mitsuru groaned as the edges of her top fell apart to reveal the lacy cups of her bra.

In the two years they've been apart, her curves have grown fuller. He could still span her waist easily with his hands, but the flare of her hips...her breasts. Kokoro was slowly shedding her girlish figure, becoming more voluptuous, the sensuous body designed just to tempt men. To drive him insane.

"So beautiful." He breathed, reaching out to cup her breast.

"Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped as he slid his hand beneath her bra, cupping the silky softness of her breast.

"Take it off." He groaned through clenched teeth.

Feeling shy all of a sudden, but didn't want to stop, Kokoro reached behind her back to unhook the clasp of her bra.

Mitsuru tugged the sleeves of her jacket and then slid the uniform off her. Her bra was next, sliding the straps over her shoulder then out of her arms, Kokoro blushed harder as his eyes narrowed even more as he looked at her nakedness for the very first time.

A tint of red colored his cheeks as Mitsuru admired her for a moment, breathing heavily.

She blushed harder and a sharp small cry escaped her lips as he cupped her breasts, gently nestled their weight against his palms.

Then he bent his head to gently lick her nipple. Just a small lick, just a taste.

He did it again, and then again, each time drawing her deeper into his mouth, until he drove her crazy as shivers of pleasure unknown, unexperienced till now seared her entire being. Kokoro cried out softly as he suckled her harder, then flicked his thumb against the other nipple making her knees buckle as pure pleasure made her shiver.

"Easy baby..." Mitsuru breathed, as he guided her to his bed. "God, you're so beautiful." He groaned as she fell back on the mattress, her hair splayed among his pillows.

He tugged off her shoes, then her socks, caressing the long, supple length of her legs.

Kokoro nearly jumped when he slid his hand under her skirt, caressed her thigh before running his fingers over the soft mound of her pussy through the cloth of her underwear. But this was Mitsuru, the boy she has always loved.

He threw her skirt behind him, uncaring where it landed, all his attention focused on the slender shape of the girl lying before him. So delicate, so feminine, and only a tiny piece of white lace covered the soft flesh between her legs, a flimsy barrier to the sweet little pussy he ached to fuck...and fuck her until there was only him left in her mind, until her body recognized, responded only to him.

A saner part of him cautioned Mitsuru to stop, to cease before he loses himself, loses all control. But it was already too late. He'd never known this agonizing desire, this burning lust. Never knew he could want someone like this, made him ache so much she could drive him insane if he wasn't already mad.

There was no turning back, no room for hesitation, only pure lust as Mitsuru knelt before her to unzip the fly of his jeans.

Her eyes widened as he came to view. They have never come this far before, she had never seen him until now.

Before her untutored eyes, he looked impossibly huge. The blunt tip was a lighter reddish color than the shaft and he throbbed with the same pace as his heart.

He hovered over her, the wet drops from his hair pelted down on her face making her blink, then her eyes widened in shock, the small sound she made lost in the ripping sound of lace being torn down her middle. Oh god, he has torn her panties apart, having lost all patience to drag it down her legs.

They were going too fast, moving too quickly. But there was no room for fear, no room for apprehension. The look in his eyes should have frightened her not excited her. All thoughts of right or wrong fled from her mind, never spared a single thought of danger to her body…all she knew at that moment was that he's the boy she had longed for, loved and waited for all her life.

Mitsuru kissed her as he urged her to lie back on the pillows, hovering over her, supporting his weight with his arms as he pried her thighs open with his knees.

He caught her hands when she tried to cover herself, pinning them to her sides as he looked down at her nakedness, bold, unapologetic. All the more the dominant, possessive male.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed as his gaze traveled down from her face to her breasts and then lingered at the thin patch of blonde hair between her thighs.

"So damn sexy..." Mitsuru groaned, spreading her legs wider to expose the vulnerable rosy flesh of her pussy. He forgot to breathe as he parted the soft folds with his hand, revealing the deep pink center of her.

Kokoro thrust her hands into his hair as he moved down her body, the hungry wet sounds of his lips as he suckled her nipple embarrassed her but she couldn't look away as he bit her gently, only to soothe the sting with the tip of his tongue.

She cried out in protest when he moved lower, her legs clamping shut in embarrassment when he would have kissed the soft flesh between her thighs.

But he was having none of it.

"Don't stop me Kokoro." Mitsuru nearly growled, prying her legs open once more with his hands. "I've dreamed of this...wanted to do this for years..."

"But..."

The first touch of his tongue against the sensitive pearl of flesh made her flinch. But he wasn't done, he stroked her again, more gentle this time, rubbing her clit with the rough velvet of his tongue.

"Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped, clenching her hands against his shoulders, unconscious that she did so, almost scouring his skin with her nails from the sheer force of the pleasure that electrified her body.

God, she's so responsive...so sensitive. Mitsuru could only groan as she came against his mouth, arching against him, hips writhing from the force of her orgasm even as soft, sexy sounds escaped her lush, swollen lips. He almost came himself just hearing her soft cries.

"Oh god..." Kokoro gasped when he gently probed the tight opening at her center with the tip of his tongue. An act so intimate, so unthinkable, her mind went blank.

Mitsuru almost smiled, she's so sweet, so adorable, his precious Kokoro...and then went completely still as he felt the thin barrier resisting entry. In the space of a single breath, control which had been tenuous at best was suddenly laid to waste.

Virgin.
He hadn't dared ask, didn't want to know how many came after him, how many have trespassed what was his. But there was no mistaking the thin, gossamer barrier partially guarding the entrance.
She'd waited for him.
And instead of slowing down, instead of placing the leash back on his lust...the discovery only sent him to another level of frenzy.

Oh god, he has no control left to be gentle...no strength left to resist...

"Kokoro...baby, I can't do this easy." Mitsuru groaned as he slid up her body to cup her face with trembling hands. Even now his cock was ready to burst his skin, seeking her, demanding to fuck her hard.

"Who asked you to?" She gasped, her blue eyes bright, wild with emotions.

"Dammit." Mitsuru gritted his teeth. "I can't be gentle. I can't go slow. I will tear right through your little virgin pussy and fuck you hard. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Kokoro breathed. "Do it."

God, have they both gone insane? Mitsuru felt all reason, all rational thinking melt away being taken over by his baser instincts. No, oh god no, must get away, must not hurt her—

She wrapped her arms around his neck before he could escape, kissed a heated trail up his neck before whispering hotly in his ear. "Do it Mitsuru. Fuck me. Fuck my little pussy."

His cock twitched in response. God, how could she talk to him like that?

He cupped her face with both hands, sliding his fingers in her hair, leaning down until their foreheads touched. He tried to stem the raging emotions one last time, but it was no use.

"Kokoro this will hurt." He whispered against her lips. "I want you too much."

"I'm not scared." Her voice suddenly broke, and he could almost hear the tears. "Don't make me wait anymore please...I've missed you so much."

Her words broke him. All this time...all these years, when he thought he'd ached, suffered alone...he'd never once thought she would suffer too.

Something inside him snapped. And god help them both, nothing, not even Kokoro herself can stop him now. He'd crossed the point of no return.

She made a small sound arching her neck in a gesture of submission as Mitsuru gripped her waist. He paused for a breathless instant, just poised at the entrance to her sweet little pussy and bit the crook of her neck. Then with a small incoherent sound, he stretched her open with the blunt tip of his cock, and pierced her to the core with one savage thrust.

Kokoro flinched, bit back a small scream and forced her body to stay still, stay still and adjust to the hard flesh that was even now throbbing inside her. Unshed tears made her eyes shimmer as she reached up to touch his face. She traced the sensual curve of his lip as he breathed heavily, looking back at her with intense, glittering green eyes.

Words weren't needed, just as she didn't need or want his apologies. She only wanted to be his.

Mitsuru clenched his teeth, his hands tightened on her waist once more and then he was pressing deeper, filling her completely until the broad head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb.

"Mine." He said in a low, hoarse voice. "You're mine."

Her body screamed with each hard thrust, each deep stroke, but her heart sang, her soul felt renewed. Kokoro could only cling to him, arms wrapped around his neck even as tears pricked her eyes. God, she'd wanted this, waited for this for so long...to be finally his.

And then, absolute madness reigned. Drunk on pure pleasure, from the sheer bliss of her soft body, Mitsuru gripped her hips and began to thrust faster, deeper, stretching her sweetest core, shaping her to fit only him.
By god, she will fit only him. That he was being unreasonable, unfair, it didn't matter.
She's his. Only he has the right to touch her, kiss her, fuck her tight little pussy.

"Mitsuru." She cried out as he pulled back, almost withdrew from her completely and thrust back in, driving his thick cock into her tight, soft flesh like a battering ram, forced a cry from her lips as he repeated the action again and again.

Over and over he penetrated her body, stretching her little pussy as it had never been opened, claiming her with a ferocious intensity she could never have prepared for. Kokoro writhed against him from the sheer pleasure/pain that ripped through her with each hard stroke.

He held her down when the intensity of the sensations began to overwhelm her. Her eyes were wild and dark as she looked back at him, even as her hips tried to buck against him from the sheer madness of the lust that consumed them both. "Take it, baby..." Mitsuru groaned as he forced her to endure the intense assault. "Take it all."

Kokoro cried out softly as an incredible swell of sensation began to build up from within, there in the most secret of places that was even now being taken and used. Kokoro sensed that she was going to come harder than she had before.

"Oh, God...Mitsuru...I feel..." She couldn't find the words, his pounding thrusts took her breath away, stole her sanity, but he seemed to understand her anyway.

"That's right, sweetheart." Mitsuru breathed, kissing her panting lips. "Come for me. Come all over my cock while I'm fucking you— while I'm buried inside you."

Crying and gasping, Kokoro felt herself tilt over the edge of orgasm, felt herself contracting around the long, hard cock ravaging her pussy even now.
She screamed as he fucked her harder, so deep it was as though he was reaching for her very heart with every thrust. God, the pleasure was so intense there was no way to survive it but to surrender.

Mitsuru watched her face as she lost control, shuddered in his arms and cried out his name, watched how pleasure turned her cheeks a deeper pink, the way her features crumpled as the force of her orgasm raged through her body.

Like this. He groaned inwardly, I'll always remember you this way. So gloriously beautiful, so much a woman. His woman.

"Brace yourself, baby." He groaned against her neck. "We're not done yet."

Still dazed from the intense pleasure, Kokoro could only grasp the sheets as he flipped her onto her stomach, and placed a pillow below her hips.

"Mitsuru?" She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes still hazy, dreamy from her recent orgasm.

He lifted her hips higher even as he gently caressed her hair, silently commanding her to keep her head down.

With a tenderness that belied the force of raw lust that burned him, Mitsuru stroked the silky skin of her hips and thighs then parted the soft folds of her pink pussy.
She was wet with her own nectar, and there were red streaks on her inner thighs, a silent testimony to the virginity he'd pierced with one brutal thrust. But there was no room for guilt, only pure primitive male exultation.
The tiny entrance where her broken hymen once guarded, now gaped invitingly open, letting him see the deeper crimson of her inner flesh.

Kokoro would have pulled away if not for his hands holding her in place when he leaned down and licked her soft, secret core.

"Mitsuru...wh-what..." She flinched as she felt him probe deeper, her mind nearly imploded, unable to process what he was doing to her. She cried out again as she felt the long strokes of his tongue, the velvet roughness rubbing against her soft flesh...oh god, what was he doing to her?

"Get ready, baby." Mitsuru groaned as he moved over her, spreading her thighs wider apart with his knees as he mounted her. "I'm going to fuck you hard." He whispered hotly against her ear.

Her mind was still hazy, but there was no mistaking his intent as she felt the huge crown of his cock breach her entrance, stretching her open.

Closing her eyes, Kokoro bit into the pillow as he gripped her hips and penetrated her soft flesh with one deep thrust.

She cried out as he pulled back, slowly, ever so slowly, tugging each tiny fold of her pussy, stroking every tiny bit of her as he withdrew from her until he rimmed the entrance, and then with a harsh cry shoved his cock back in with one smooth thrust. He did this again, and yet again until she thought she'll surely go mad.

He was forcing her open beyond what was comfortable, beyond what her body was ready to give, seeking the very limits of her pussy. Kokoro clenched her teeth as he finally found what he sought, as her body surrendered the very last inch of her that can receive a man.

Her body screamed without words, protesting the hard intrusion wedged so deep in her, so deep she couldn't even breathe without feeling her flesh squeeze around him.

This wasn't about mutual pleasure or sexual gratification. This was all about possession. All about staking his claim. The primitive need to make her his.

Her body may not understand yet, but her heart does.

"Dammit Kokoro! Don't do that!" Mitsuru groaned as she lifted her hips in silent invitation then pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

But driven by pure instincts, she could only press back against him, teasing him, unknowingly taunting the beast in him. "God, Kokoro...oh god baby, you're driving me insane!"

Kokoro gasped as he grabbed her arms and locked them behind her back. And then he fucked her. Oh god, how he fucked her. Helpless, vulnerable, completely immobilized she could only accept the hard, brutal thrusts of his cock as he pounded into her pussy with such raw power, no restraint, no rhythm, no nothing. Just a primal force of lust, of pure animal instinct to dominate, to possess and her equal need to be taken.

If she thought he'd been rough before, she was so wrong. This...this raw, hard fucking was absolute possession. He showed her no mercy, no more consideration...and she didn't want any. Kokoro simply spread herself open and allowed him the deep penetration he craved.

She called his name, hands clenching into fists as he drove his cock deeper, almost to the point of pain, pinning her hips against the mattress as though he wanted to nail her to the bed.

She will be terribly sore after this, she knew, but she didn't care.
Pinned beneath him and helpless to do anything but to take him, receive him, to surrender all that he wanted to take, she will give all and anything without reserve to this boy she had loved for so long.
I'm losing my mind. But god, she didn't care.

"That's my girl. My sweet Kokoro..." Mitsuru groaned against her ear, then licked the side of her neck making her shiver. "When you're ready...I will do the same to your sweet ass."

He could see that she didn't comprehend what he'd just told her, but it's alright...they'll learn together.

Slowly, he reached between her legs and gently caressed the soft folds of her sex.
Kokoro flinched when his fingers found her clit, startling them both. She was so violently sensitive, his slightest touch made her jump.

More careful now, Mitsuru stroked her again, feather-light, avoiding directly touching the center of her clit where all sensation gathered.

Kokoro flinched again, then cried out as he continued to stroke her. He didn't go easy on her. He made pleasure and pain combine, thrusting hard and deep inside her, but oh god, he knew how to touch her.

"Mitsuru...please..."

"I got you baby. Just come for me." He whispered against her ear. "Come for me Kokoro. Give it to me. Give it all to me."

"Oh god, yes." Mitsuru groaned as her tight little pussy clenched around him, squeezing him so exquisitely even as Kokoro screamed, crashed, jerked in his arms, and simply surrendered to the violent orgasm that ripped through her body.

He tried to tell her how much he loved her, how much she pleased him, but he could no longer speak, her climax triggered his own, he could only give in to the fierce rush of devastating pleasure as he came and came, pleasure so absolute, so intense he was sure he could die from it.

Mitsuru buried his face against her neck, shaking from the hard, fierce jets of release that felt more like glowing bursts of exaltation as he creamed her pussy over and over again.

And then breathless, the two lovers collapsed on the bed. Exhausted, completely drained...but sought one more kiss as they rested in each other's arms.

-o-

Excerpt from a memo sent by Dr. Franxx to his lab assistants.

"...We've made considerable progress with the Memory Alteration Project. Work with the medical team treating Parasites with mental issues.

Find suitable subjects to be tested such as those dealing with PTSD and other past trauma.

There are different phases of the research. Focus on the ones below:

A. Memory Erasure. - Mark unwanted emotional memories which are known to have great psychological effects on the subject. Do not waste time on short-term or sensory memories. Trace and destroy neurons involved in supporting the specific type of memory that was marked for erasure. This procedure is permanent, therefore exercise diligent care.

B. Memory Extraction. - Memories are easy to corrupt, therefore the main objective of the research is to devise the most secure and efficient way to store and retrieve them. Extract memories from subjects discreetly, without their knowledge. This may also serve as a lookout for potential spies. Report any abnormalities to assigned personnel.

C. Memory Implantation. - To prevent mental breakdown, memory gaps has to be replaced. Constructed memories would be best, but with our current progress, we are not yet equipped to craft the desired 'memory'. Therefore, implant memories taken from previous subjects. Do not implant emotional memories unless specifically instructed.

To monitor the results of these tests, you shall be assigned as caretakers to the test subjects. Report all and any change in behavior, no matter how small..."

A/N: There's always something spooky about abandoned buildings. Although I think abandoned hospitals are worse.

I think with Mitsuru's independent nature, he'd want to build things himself and he'll need a place where he can be alone away from the other members. Hence the hideout. :)

Yes, the memory altering thingy will play a part in future chapters, let's see if I can pull it off. lol