If Kamui was usually the one sharing his bed with Kagura, this time, however, he didn't even set a foot in the suite Housen had prepared for him.
He assumed that lots of girls might be waiting for him inside, greedy to entertain him in any way he would see fit... Yet, the Yato did not care about women and never, one other than Kagura herself had been able to hold his attention for more than a second.
Also, the sick gleam he had seen into the old man's eyes as he studied the both of them didn't go unnoticed to him...
Master, King of the Yatos, King of the Night, previous 7th division's leader, powerful, experienced... no matter if Housen was all of that at the same time; if that whoremonger even dared to try something on his sister... Kamui would not hesitate to rip his wrinkled head off.
Cleaned and refreshed, he got out of the bathroom after a good shower. He was walking to the bedroom only dressed in his pants when Kagura called to him.
-So? How do I look~?
She was wearing a red and green heavy kimono which he had bought for her as the 'souvenir' she wanted so bad.
He was used to seeing her wearing the traditional Yato attire which in her case was a long-sleeved Changshan over a baggy pair of pants. It was nothing like cute, sexy or even feminine, but it was made to fight after all. Also, because he knew the shapes of her body by heart, he was in truth relieved that it wasn't the kind of clothes to stick to the skin...
But seeing her now, he admitted that these embroidered layers of silk suited her better. She was... gorgeous.
The colors contrasted perfectly with her pale skin which he was dying to touch. Her vermillion hair was tied in a high bun making her exposed nape all the more desirable. Her frail hands slightly hidden by the wide squared-sleeves seemed fragile like porcelain and her red-painted lips like those of a doll.
He was spellbound.
-It's…
-Yeah…?
Mesmerized, he walked to her and lifted her chin to bring her face closer to his. She felt her heart racing at his close lips and lustful gaze.
-…really beautiful, he confessed.
Her cheeks blushed.
Landing her hands on his naked torso, she rose on her toes to stretch herself.
Closing the little distance between them, he softly pressed his lips against the scarlet lipstick. While he angled his head lower to meet her tongue, she quickly slipped her hand into his damp hair to grip at his scalp and taste him better. In their deep and hungry kiss, her red makeup slowly faded to his lips.
Gently, he prompted her to step back until she bumped a wooden dresser. Then, he hoisted her on the furniture so she would be at his height.
She clung to his broad shoulders and he left her lips alone to travel down her neck, following the lines of her jaw.
Slight moans came out from her mouth when he kissed her skin, softly sucking her weak spot. His hands ventured under her kimono to take off her panty and she shivered when the cold air grazed her naked crotch.
She wanted him.
His warm hands slooooowly stroked her thighs.
She wanted nothing but him.
Kamui couldn't get enough of her. All these years, Kagura had, without knowing it, a power on him which he couldn't control. He really loved her deeply, but her body... it always drove him crazy.
Though he wasn't as bold as her to show his love, there wasn't a thing about her that he didn't like. Even her murderous impulse was a trait that he was praising. It was like she had just been made for him.
Kissing her lips once again, he made sure to left her breathless. When he finally pulled away, she was indeed panting heavily.
He knew she couldn't wait anymore when she called his name in a plea, but he wanted more. Hence, he spread both her legs and her kimono while he looked at her hazy gaze.
Then, he fell on his knees and softly kissed her inner thighs, gradually getting closer to her intimacy.
She moaned –loudly- when he kissed her lower lips and gasped at his tongue licking her inner parts.
Her heart was about to explode, her head blank and voice husky. As her body contorted at her near orgasm, her hands gripped at his hair and her legs tensed.
Fifteen years ago, Kagura had caught Kamui with his umbrella as only luggage, ready to leave both their family and their homeland in order to get 'stronger'.
The little girl that she was didn't really get the meaning of it, but she couldn't refuse the hand he was extending to her while her heart was telling her she might never see her brother again.
Their mother had just died of an illness and their father had left once again for God knows where... Of course, she had grabbed his hand.
Now she was twenty and had no regrets. Never again, did she saw their father since then, but the only presence of Kamui at her side was enough.
She couldn't really remember when exactly she had realized that she loved her brother more than siblings should, but when he had first kissed her, she had no idea this type of affection was supposedly 'wrong'. She trusted him more than anyone and one thing leading to another; they ended up making love together for the first time, as if it was the most natural thing ever.
Right now just as back then, she would rather die than imagine her life without him.
Her toes shrunk when she reached her peak, her disheveled bun now completely loose. Her whole body was numb and she slowly felt herself slipping down from the dresser. Luckily, Kamui caught her in his arms before she could fall.
She was exhausted, but she didn't want to be the only one feeling good.
-I… I'll return the favor, she panted.
He pressed a finger against her lips.
-Tsk tsk~ it was only part of the souvenir.
Her heart melted. She wouldn't have minded dying right now.
-Kamui…
-Hmm?
-I love you soooo much…
He smiled, proud and amused.
-So do I~
Gently, he kissed her and she tasted herself. It was... kind of salty, but she couldn't dislike the taste when it was coming from him.
Her weak arms rose in his direction and he helped her hanging on him. Holding her back with one arm, he carried her with the other by supporting her bottom.
He didn't leave her lips alone until she felt the mattress against her back slowly lowering under their weight. Ever so quietly, he pulled at her imposing obi, making the fabric to hiss while it slipped away. It was no surprise for him to find that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her voice screamed at the strength he used to suck at her nipple, his long hair tickling her belly at the same time. As if he was kissing her bosom, his tongue stroked and danced around the soft bud. It felt so good that her back arched naturally, her chest cambering more toward him and her nails scratching the skin of his back. She was going crazy and he sure enjoyed it.
He took off his pants while she was catching her breath and slowly, veeeery slowly penetrated between her thighs. Her lungs filled in with his scent as she gasped, feeling him going gradually deeper inside. She was more than used to him, but could never grow tired of it.
Every time that they connected together, she felt like coming back to life. He alone was her new world; pouring his love and sharing his warmth while erasing her pain and dispelling the omnipresent Death clinging at her back.
Sometimes, she wondered what her life would be if she had never run after him and his umbrella on that day... Would she still be alive by now? Could she even feel 'alive' while knowing everyone dear to her had abandoned her? Leaving the weak little girl behind like an empty shell with nothing left to lose...?
Feeling her heart somewhat crumbling, she closed her eyes to banish the sadness swelling in her eyes.
-Hold me stronger… she sniveled.
Eyeing the lone tear rolling on her cheek, he could tell what was going on in her head. As if their minds had also become one, his chest tingled inside. Wiping out the wet trail let by the drop when it fell down, he softly kissed her eyelid.
-Never, will I ever let go of you, Kagura…
Sighing in relief, she hugged his neck so hard that anyone other than him would have certainly chocked. Fortunately, Kamui was a Yato just like her... but the embrace of a little sister wasn't something a big brother like him wouldn't welcome anyway.
Slipping his hand under her kimono to feel the skin of her back, he pushed themselves away from the bed and held her tightly as they sat into each other's arms. Gently, he patted her head and stroked her nude spine to soothe her grieves.
She breathed his comforting scent and bathed into the warmth of his skin slowly spreading to hers. Slightly backing away, she lost herself into the blue of his eyes before to close her own and kiss him deeply. He cradled her tongue and she soon heard a faint groan coming from his throat when she began to move on him.
He broke the kiss.
-Kagura, you—
She silenced him with her finger.
-You said you wouldn't let go of me and I don't want to let go of you either… So, hold me… embrace me… and love me. All. Night. Long.
He wanted nothing else but to abide by her orders and if it could also help her forgetting the dark thoughts going through her head, he was more than happy to oblige.
He smooched her finger.
-As you wish~
She earnestly smiled at him before to resume their kiss.
Letting her fingers slide along the lines of his jaw, their tips brushed a strand of his long hair. At the same time, his hands came gripping at her hips to guide her moves and set the right pace.
She wished time would stop within the walls of that luxury bedroom so they would never have to part from one another. Her love for him was so deep that it was somewhat painful. Kamui was holding more than her heart into the palm of his hand, much, very much more...