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Our Story
Chapter 3

Hamuko

It's been three days since I woke up here. I haven't even tried to open my wings. I know my right is broken and it's going to hurt like hell when I do. I've been doing my best to keep up appearances as Mikiko's host, so hopefully they bought it. From what Shinjiro said, Akihiko and Mitsuru don't know I'm an angel. As far as they know, I'm a regular human with a vampire princess stuck in me.

I'm kind of Shinjiro's pet, but at least Akihiko and Mitsuru keep him from drinking my blood. Boy, that was scary. I didn't know having someone eat you alive would be that scary.

Which, now that I think about it, it should've been pretty self-explanatory.

So, I've been living on their couch in the basement of their party building. And I have confirmed that the sun is actually visible during certain hours here. Mitsuru was nice enough to take me out to get some new clothes and stuff, so I saw the sun on the one day. Plus, I needed to get some food, since I don't live on eating people like they do or dog food like Koro-chan. Human foods are so interesting. They have so many foods on the planet that would never grow in the skies.

I mean, just these 'vegetables' are pretty yummy. But only some. Others are just nasty. Yuck. But they've been pretty good to me so far. They don't hide the fact that they are vampires from me, so I've gotten to see them practice their fighting and, as much as I hate to admit it, Minato-kun might actually have trouble if he came down alone.

And seeing as to how he can't have the princess in him, too, he'd be screwed. Shinjiro would no doubt kill him. I swallow my spit as I work at the stove, experimenting with making a recipe I found. It can't be that hard to follow directions, can it? Wait. What's a 'skillet'? Um… And what are 'leeks'?

"What the hell are you doing?"

Wah! I turn sharply to find Shinjiro leaning casually against the doorway to his cave. At least, that's what I call his room. It's so dark and dank in there. It smells like blood and it's, well, dark. How can anyone live in such darkness?

"Yo, Hamuko! I asked you a question."

I feel myself blush slightly and turn away, looking back at my recipe. "I'm cooking. What's it look like?"

He snorts slightly and walks over. "I don't know, but if I had to guess, I'd say you look more like you're trying to find a block of ice in the desert."

I blink. "A what in the where?"

He shakes his head. "Never mind. What've you got there?" Reaching in front of me, he grabs the recipe card and skims it quickly, nodding slowly. "Okay, I'll show you this time, but just this once."

I blink again. "You can cook?"

He shrugs carelessly. "I worked as a chef to stay afloat about two centuries ago. I know my way around a kitchen."

Okay… I can't say I saw that one coming… He gives his head a quick shake and snorts. "Pft. Working as a blue-collar in my own home. What the hell kinda shit is that…?"

I don't think that was directed at me, so I keep quiet as he goes about getting things out. He pulls up a large metal dish with a handle and I point at it, asking, "What is that?"

"This?" He holds it up as if making sure that's what I'm asking about and I nod. "It's a skillet. Sheesh. Are you stupid?"

I look away, crossing my arms in a huff. "No, just from a different world. We don't have need for things like that in my home."

"Whatever." He sets the skillet on the burner and starts cutting some of the vegetables listed on the card.

I watch him and his technique with the knife before asking, "Why are you helping me?"

He gives a snort. "I can't have you dying on me, can I?"

"Well, no, but you don't have to make my food for me, either."

He shrugs again, but doesn't say anything. Maybe he feels he's doing it for the princess? I dunno. I guess I might as well take it, though. I'm not going to get food any other way.

"Hey, you payin' attention?"

I look up and nod. "Yep! You just added the leeks in while the onion is simmering." Hehe. By watching the recipe and what he adds, I'm picking up on what exactly is what.

"Wrong."

I stare in shock. "But-! Those are the leeks and that's the onion in the skillet!"

"Yeah, but I added the leeks while the onion was starting to brown. That's the way to get the best flavor out of it."

"H-hey!" I reach out by instinct and punch him on the arm. "That wasn't a fair question, then."

He shoots me a smirk and turns back to the pan. "Start cutting up the tofu into two-centimeter cubes, okay?"

"Huh? We don't use centimeters where I'm from."

He rolls his eyes. "One-inch cubes."

"Oh! I… I didn't know how it transferred between the two… S-sorry…"

I feel a blush work its way up my face and mentally slap myself. I should hate this guy, right? So, why do I feel all queasy around him? It's almost like… No! I'm not going to say it! Maybe Mikiko and Shinjiro were something before. Maybe these are her feelings.

Almost as if he read my mind, he says, "You know the other day? When you asked how I knew Mikiko?"

I nod, staring at the tofu in front of me as if my life depended on it. "Yeah."

"Well… If you gotta know, we were supposed to get married."

I freeze. So they were an item! "I-is that so…?"

"Why? Jealous, Hamuko?"

I shake my head. "O-of course not! Why would I be jealous of the girl living inside me for getting to marry a jerk as big as you?"

He shrugs. "You don't have to make excuses. I can see it in your eyes. You're fighting so hard just to keep from jumping me here and now."

I punch him again. I mean, that's disgusting. He's, like, at least a few centuries older than me. "Ew! You're just a self-centered pervert!"

He snorts. "Pft! You should see the look on your face. It was worth every second."

I blink. "So… You and Princess Mikiko aren't engaged?"

He laughs again. "Yeah, we were."

"You were?"

"Just 'cause some random shit-pixie falls from the sky and says she has my dead fiancée living inside of her doesn't mean I'm going to believe it."

My eyes narrow. "What did you just call me?"

A smirk settles on his lips as he repeats, "A random shit-pixie?"

"What in the world is a shit-pixie?"

He smirks. "You."

I jam my hands on my hips and frown. "By 'me,' do you mean that it's just me, or that a shit-pixie is an angel?"

"All angels are shit-pixies. Simple as that."

Geez, this guy is getting on my nerves… God! Could he be more of a jerk? I sigh and get ready to tell him exactly that when he shoves a bowl in my face. "Here. Eat up before I eat you."

I take the bowl by instinct and, before I can say anything, he turns and leaves. Geez. What a freak. I roll my eyes and walk over to the couch that doubles as my bed and pick up chopsticks, getting ready to dig in when the door opens and Mitsuru and Akihiko walk in, mussed up and filthy after their spar. They must've stopped for a snack on the way home, because they both have bloody stains around their lips. Akihiko sniffs once and looks around. "What's that smell?"

Mitsuru narrows her eyes as if focusing and adds, "I haven't scented anything quite like this in years…"

I raise my bowl and say, "Relax, guys. It's just supper."

Akihiko nods in understanding and walks around behind me, glancing in the bowl. "Shinji made that, didn't he?"

I look at the bowl and ask, "Does he cook a lot?"

Akihiko chuckles. "Only when we have human company that he likes. Which means… no."

I can't help but wonder about that. "But it's not like he likes me."

Mitsuru just makes a small noise of disbelief and walks to her room while Akihiko scratches the back of his head. "You're alive, aren't you?"

"Well, I guess, but…"

"So he likes you, even if it is just for Mikiko."

I blink as he walks away. So, Shinjiro does like me for Mikiko. I thought so.

Shinjiro

Damn it. I hate that little shit-pixie. Of course, the three of us are all used to feeding together, but I wasn't going to leave her alone, even with Koro. He's a good dog, but I'm not sure what he could do to stop her. Besides, he was in one of his lazy moods. So, now we're wandering down the street for some unwitting humans with that stupid kid in tow. She sure as hell better not get in the way.

Ah, here we are. Tatsumi Port Island. The alleyway near the train station is a perfect feeding ground. There are only misfits who no one cares to see again back here, so no one ever looks for their corpses. We walk in, Hamuko the only throw off to the utter darkness we give off. I nod to Mitsy and she turns, drawing her rapier and pouncing at one of the two humans in the alley. Aki leaps to take out the other and it's kind of funny, really, how little a chance those two humans stand.

Then her annoyingly sweet voice speaks up and I roll my eyes. "Um, Shinjiro?"

I turn slowly to glance at her and she mumbles, "Isn't there a way for you guys to feed without killing them?"

I shake my head with a short laugh. "Bullshit. If they lived, they'd know what we are."

"But… What if you could erase their memories?"

I shake my head. "Can't. Mitsy's the only one of us with any kind of power like that and hers isn't that strong."

She turns her chin up so she can look in my eyes. "I can."

My eyebrow rises against my will. It's only a moment before I smirk. "Alright, then, Princess. Go me some dinner." I turn her to face the entryway of the alley and point at a guy standing by the base of the stairs wearing a suit. "Go get him for me. He smelled pretty tasty on the way in."

She nods, but doesn't move except to raise her wrist to me. It's her wrist with the sealing bracelet on it and I just stare at her for a moment before she speaks. "I'll need my powers to convince him. Come with me, if you like. I won't run."

"Fine." I grab her wrist and turn the bracelet so the gem is facing outwards before pressing it to the onyx on my cross. The bracelet snaps free and I catch it, jamming it back in my pocket for later.

She nods, rubbing her wrist. "Thank you, Shinjiro. Now, then. Let's go get you your dinner, shall we?"

I hold out my hand and gesture for her to go first, saying, "After you."

She nods and walks over, looking around as if lost. I follow after her, curious as to what she'll do. She walks over to the man I'd pointed to and speaks, "Um, excuse me? Sir?"

The man scans the area and looks to see if he's the one being addressed. Seeing as to how it's almost midnight, there aren't many other people around. Hamuko smiles and clasps her hands together in front of her. Damn… That look is going to drive me crazy if my hunger doesn't first.

Her eyes sparkle in the night as she asks the human, "Um, could you possibly spare some change? My boyfriend left his wallet at home and some guy just stole my cash. We really need to get home, but…"

He sighs. "How much?"

Her smile widens and she reaches out, gently touching his hand and looking straight into his eyes. "Actually, would you mind coming back into that alleyway for a moment so my friend can drink your blood? It'll only hurt at first, but then you won't remember a second of it."

His eyes seem to lose their focus and he nods. She tightens her hold on his hand and pulls him along towards the alleyway. My eyebrows shoot up and I follow after them. I really don't know which one I want to jump right now. Him for his blood, or her for her body.

I mentally slap myself. Dammit! I'm not here for that! Why the hell'd Mitsy get her such short skirts, anyway? Doesn't she know how those damned things mess with a guy's head?

You know, she probably does.

Whatever. Chow time. I walk behind the guy and pull his collar down. Damn. That's another thing about leaving them alive. You can't mess their clothes as much. I pull his stupid clothes free and lean over his shoulder, baring my fangs and taking a deep bite. Mm… This guy is good. His blood isn't wasted with the drugs and liquor like the regulars of this place.

Damn, this is good blood. I might just let little Hamuko play fetch with my food from now on. I finally let go and let him drop to the ground before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Hamuko walks over and bends down over him, pressing her hand to his neck and closing her eyes. By now, Mitsy and Aki are watching and, slowly, Hamuko stands up and they bite wound on the guy's neck is gone.

Mitsy walks up to me and leans over, extending her tongue and licking some of the leftover blood off my face. She pulls back and pauses before asking. "Hm? When did this specimen wander back here?" Aki walks over, following his nose, and takes Hamuko's hand to lick the blood off of that.

Why do I feel so pissed after watching him do that?

He nods. "That was good blood. To stubborn to share, huh?"

I raise an eyebrow at the two of them and Mitsy bends down to examine the body. "He's not dead. How?"

I glance at Hamuko and she looks down at her toes. I give a shrug and explain, "She brought him over."

The two of them don't seem completely convinced, but they know they won't get a better answer out of me, so they let it go. Alright. Time to head back. I wave my arm and shout, "Last one back gets to eat rat for a week!" I run towards the doorway of the alley, grabbing Hamuko and tossing her over my shoulder on the way. I hope she knows that she will be getting that bracelet back when we get home.

Hamuko

Mm… Morning already…? Wait… What is that…? Something… warm… on my back…

I jump up from my place on the couch and turn, pressing my back to the back of the couch and glaring at Shinjiro. He's kneeling on the floor, his tongue still out from where he was licking my back. This is the eighth time he did that while I was sleeping, though not necessarily my back. God, he's such a… weirdo. I mean, he's not really doing it to be a pervert. He's just… weird.

He sighs and leans back against the table. "Caught again, huh?"

I glare, pulling my blanket up around my collar. "You are so weird. What, were you going to eat me after licking me?"

He shrugs. "Maybe. I haven't decided."

Yeah, I'm getting kind of used to him. Aside from the occasional attempts to eat me, he really hasn't done anything to hurt me in the last three months. He's more of a nuisance than anything else. I wonder how long I'll be stuck here. I sigh and ask, "Are you just going to sit there? I'm not going back to sleep."

Giving a grunt, he stands up and stretches. I raise an eyebrow and ask, against my better judgment, "What is wrong with you?"

"I was sitting still too long."

Was he watching me sleep? Talk about creepy… I don't know what the hell is going on in his brain. He's just… weird. I mean, he's not even just trying to scare me anymore. He's just… watching me. I mean, what makes a guy do that?

He starts towards his room again, mumbling, "You know, you're beautiful when you sleep."

I stare at him in shock. "What…?"

He freezes slightly, as if not realizing he'd just said that out loud. Finally, he walks back towards his room and adds, "You're not talking."

That sounded almost like something Shinjiro would pull, but I wonder… I mean, it wouldn't be the first time he gave me a compliment and then turned it around on me, but this is the first time it seemed like an accidental slip of the tongue. Does… Does he… like me?

Nah.

I shake my head. That's ridiculous! He's done nothing but try to hurt me since we met! Besides… I mean, he's handsome, but he's a total ass! He treats me like dirt and, okay, yeah, he's hot, but… But he's a jerk! Like, the king of jerks! Not only that, but he's old, too. It's not like he's just young and stupid. He's centuries old. I don't think he'll be changing anytime soon.

"Are… Are you alright, Hamuko…?"

I turn to see Akihiko in the doorway, wiping his hands on a cloth after what I assume was either a spar or a feeding, judging by the blood. I turn to face him and open my mouth to ask him about Shinjiro when the jerk himself speaks from behind me, "Hamuko? Can I talk to you for a sec?"

I shoot a smile at Akihiko and say, "Don't worry. I'll scream if he tries to eat me."

The silver-haired vampire nods and sits in a chair, opening a book he held to read and running his fingers through Koro-chan's fur. I take a breath and turn to walk into Shinjiro's room while he holds the beads back for me. Once I'm in, he lets them drop and then closes the door behind me. He keeps his hand braced against the door and sighs, turning suddenly and moving over to his bed. The same bed where I first woke up in this world. Kinda brings back memories, though I can't say they're the best memories.

He breathes deeply again and pauses before patting the bed next to him, offering the spot to me. I stand still, not trusting him to not eat me. Giving a forced exhale, he says, "Come on. I won't bite. Promise."

I want to believe in his promise, so I slowly move closer and settle on the edge of the bed near him. Besides, Akihiko is right outside if he tries anything. I sit in silence, fiddling my thumbs and waiting for him to speak. He seems so serious. What could he want? Is he going to send me back home? For some reason, that thought almost scares me… Why in the world would it do that? That's all I've wanted…

"Hamuko…"

I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, but he's looking the other way. Slowly, he reaches up and slides his black hat from his head and starts twisting it in his hands. "You… You're probably wondering…"

I look back at my hands and bite my lip. "Why you wanted to talk to me? Yeah, kinda. Is it about Mikiko?"

He shakes his head, his shoulder-length hair brushing his shoulders gently. He almost seems like a totally different person right now and I have no idea what to think of that. No doubt he's gonna turn back into a jerk at any second.

"You're in my fucking mind… All the time…"

I turn to gape at him. What did he just say?

"I hate myself so much right now… I told myself that the day I found an angel, I was going to spill their blood without a thought. But, now… Now that I met you, it's… Goddammit! I'm so fucking confused…!"

I can't help it. I set my hand on his and lean closer, trying to see his face. Does he really…? "Shinjiro…?"

He releases a groan and his jaw visibly locks. "I… Don't touch me."

I take a deep breath. "Shinjiro, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

He finally turns to me, this time with a glare. "What d'you think? God… I'm such a fucking failure…"

I settle my other hand on his, holding both of his hands in both of mine. "Why?"

"Because… Because I'm in love with a damn angel!"

His language and insults really don't bother me anymore, so I ignore it. "You… You love me?" I force a laugh. "Don't be ridiculous. It's your fiancée you love."

"Don't make me laugh. Mikiko and me weren't in love… It was an arranged marriage. We got along and were friends, but that's it."

Well. This was new. "Seriously? You… You didn't love her?"

He shakes his head. "Only as a sister."

I look away for a moment before whispering, "You must've been powerful to be able to marry the princess."

He snorts. "You still haven't figured it out?" When I stay silent, he continues, "Try flipping the positions there."

I blink. "What…?"

"I'm a prince. Miki was supposed to marry me." He turns slowly to face me and pulls at the collar of his shirt and jacket, showing me a black mark on his skin like an 'I,' or a numeral for 'one.' "This is the proof. I'm a First Clan. I'm royalty."

I look up at him and shift to place one hand in his hair. "I see… That explains so much…"

"Huh?" He looks at me as if I'm insane. "What the hell're you saying?"

I manage a smile and whisper, "That explains why you wanted to get revenge for your people so much more than Akihiko and Mitsuru. You're their prince. It's only natural you'd want vengeance. It makes so much more sense now."

He turns away again and mumbles, "I was second in line. My older brother was supposed to lead our people after our parents died. He didn't live to see the throne."

I shift, pressing my body to his in a semblance to a hug. "Shinjiro…"

"And now…" He turns suddenly, flipping and pressing me to the bed beneath him with his uniquely vampiric speed. His eyes bore into mine, searching for something. "Hamuko… Tell me something, will you?"

I blink once before nodding. "What is it…?"

"What do you think of me?"

"I… I'm guessing you don't mean in general…"

"No."

"I… I've always had feelings for you, but I tried to pretend I didn't…"

"I can't blame you."

"Shinjiro." He locks his eyes back onto mine and I grin before finishing, "Shut up and kiss me, dammit."

A slow smirk crosses his lips and he leans down, pressing his mouth to mine. I feel my back arch under him and, I really have to admit, it feels a lot better when he's not trying to eat my lip off. He's holding my wrists down to the bed, so I do what I can and slip my tongue between his lips. I know… I'm treading here.

A low moan echoes from his throat and across my lips before he pulls back. "Don't…"

I sit up under him, pouting. "Fine. How about this, then?" I ask, shrugging out of my jacket and tossing it to the floor. He seems to consider it for a very slight moment before he reaches back and pulls off his oversized coat and tosses it to the floor with mine. Now he's in black pants and a sleeveless shirt and I'm in a short blue skirt and black top, brown boots going up to my knees. I shift slightly under him, using my feet to shove the wool shoes to the floor before twisting to sit up on my knees in front of him.

He pulls his shirt off easily and grabs my upper arms, twisting to drop to his back and take me down on top of him. I'm not sure what this means, but I don't really care right now. Act now, think later. I settle down to sit across his stomach and gently touch his face. I don't know why, but I just can't see him as the stupid jerk he was before.

Now that I know he's the prince of vampires, his attitude somehow seems okay. I… I know this is strange. I've never felt even remotely like this in my life… I… I grew up on stories of vampires, you know? Between that and then finally meeting one who showed such a strange way of caring for me… It's overwhelming.

"Hamuko…"

I slide my fingers through his hair and murmur a sound of acknowledgement, "Hm?"

"Your top's gotta go."

I feel a light blush burn at my cheeks and nod, giving him all the permission he needs to grip the hem and yank it off over my head. My skin heats up more as he stares, his tongue running over his lips as he takes in the sight of me. I swallow my spit and reach behind me, pulling the snap to my bra and throwing that with my shirt to the ground.

After a long moment of just staring, he slips an arm behind me and pulls me closer to kiss me again. He moves back slowly and reaches out, grabbing my wrist where the sealing bracelet still sits. He tugs my hand up to his face and slowly takes one of my fingers in his mouth. He sucks on it for a moment and I twitch as his fangs scraps against it.

I don't really know what he's doing, but I trust him to have more experience than me in this field. When he seems done, I move to pull my hand back, but he still holds my wrist. My brow furrows inquisitively as he studies the bracelet for a long moment.

Then he pulls my hand towards his cross and presses the gem on my bracelet to the one on his cross and a small click sounds. The bracelet snaps and falls to the bed. I slowly raise my eyes to meet with his and he shifts his hold to grab the gold metal and throws it to the floor. That alone is enough to prove to me that he's serious right now.

I press my hands to his chest and lean down, kissing him again. His hands shift to settle on my back, pausing there before sliding over my skirt and searching aimlessly for the zipper. I'm blushing down to my shoulders, but I slide down his body, anyway, and free his belt. His button and fly follow right after.

I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, but my instincts tell me to- Oof! Shinjiro rolled, throwing me to the bottom and hovering above me, perched on his hands and knees. I reach my hands up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him down to me again for another kiss. I feel the backs of his fingers trail up my leg and under my skirt before his finger loop around the waistband of my panties. I suck in a quick breath as he yanks, whipping it down my legs and tossing it aside.

His lips move away from mine as he shifts over to hover in my ear, whispering softly, "Just how old are you, Hamuko?"

I blush slightly, hoping he won't change his mind, and breathe a reply, "How old do you think I am…?"

He shifts to take my earlobe in his mouth and sucks for a moment. "Not gonna bother. Tell me or I'm gone."

I freeze up under him and manage to murmur, "I-I'm th… thirty-six…"

I know his eyebrow raises, but he doesn't say anything else. Instead, he moves back up to kiss my forehead. Then the tip of my nose. Then my closed eyelids. Then my cheek, my chin, the base of my neck… Then he runs his tongue along my collarbone. Then he moves down, arching his back slightly, and kisses my right breast. I… I know I'm just a cherub, but…

A gasp finds its way past my lips as he pulls my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it. Mm… "Sh-Shin…jiro…" Without moving his lips, his tongue moves to lick at the bud. My breath comes in a pant as I manage to voice his name, "Shinjiro!"

He releases his hold and shifts to lick without sucking, whispering, "Yeah… Just like that… Say my name just like that…"

My eyes are squeezed shut and I feel about ready to explode. I feel so good, but so, so irritated. Is this… Is this what sex is all about? I want so much to finally be free, but I can't… I just can't! Oh, god! "Shinjiro!"

He pulls back to kneel above me and I manage to open my eyes to watch what he'll do. His hands slide down my stomach and settle around the hem of my skirt and he flicks his wrist, easily ripping the fabric in half and throwing it to the side. I close my eyes, not able to look, and reach out to shove his pants down. I… I've never seen a naked ophan before… Let alone a vampire. I…

I shove at the fabric of both his pants and his underwear, pushing them down to his knees. He leans down, coming over me, and presses me to my back. His fingers gently touch at my cheek and I open my eyes to look into his before pulling him close for another kiss. His body wriggles a little, and I can only imagine he's discarding his only remaining clothing.

This is it. The point of no return.

I squeeze my eyes closed and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. One of his hands runs through my hair and the other slips between us to gently touch my breast. I know what's coming next.

He adjusts slightly and I can feel every curve of his body on mine, not to mention his heavy arousal now settling between my legs. My fingers twine in his hair, pulling tightly to keep an anchor as he thrusts his hips downward and then pain… Oh, god, the pain… This feeling I have right now. It's bittersweet. It hurts so bad. I want the pain to end but the pleasure to last forever. I want so badly to feel this level of completion with him.

Then he lifts his hips and thrusts down again. The pain and the pleasure explode all over again, but this time, the pleasure is stronger. With each successive thrust of his hips, the pain lessens. I can't help myself as I wrap my legs up behind his back, digging my heel into the base of his spine for support. He gives a low grunt, but gives no other sign of acknowledgement to my position.

His body continues with his powerful motions, grinding our hips into each other and, for a fleeting moment, I wonder how he can keep his vampire strength in check. His body is so lean and strong, every motion sending ripples of muscle along my skin. I feel so… complete right now. So strong. I feel almost like I could fight Minato-kun right now.

My insides shudder with reactions I didn't know I had and thick sweat forms a sheen on both of our skin. I can't help myself as the feeling gets stronger and stronger and I clamp my teeth on his neck. He grunts, his motions speeding up, going faster and faster and faster… Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god…

I feel about to burst, my stomach clenching painfully. His body is starting to tighten against mine and his fingers grip the bedcovers on either side of my head. His rough voice grunts with each thrust, a groan slipping out between his clenched teeth, "God, Hamuko… I'm so fucking close right now…"

I feel tears drift down my cheeks, this feeling too much to bear anymore. "Shinjiro, please…"

He takes a sharp inhale and gives one more thrust, pressing himself as deep into my body as he can go. A warm fluid spurts into me, shooting up into me like liquid fire and, finally, my pent-up stress releases. I want to scream right now. That's how good and painful and strong and intense and fiery and heavenly and just so damn right this feels.

Before a sound can escape my lips, his mouth is back on mine, kissing me like there's no tomorrow. And, at this moment, I would believe it if the world was going to end tomorrow. That's just how… how… how yes this is.

Oh, god… As if I couldn't already catch my breath from that, then Shinjiro's body collapses on mine. It only lasts a moment and he manages to roll over onto his back. I already feel cold, so I move to curl into his side, taking deep breathes to inhale the mixed scent of us in the bedcovers.

I am going to sleep well tonight, I think.

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-Valk