Chihiro: Part II

Chapter Two

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My throat was so raw from screaming that all I could do was arch my back and let out a deep groan. I ran my fingers up along my face and through my hair; I was sweating so much. I had been unaware that vampires could sweat the way humans could. My other hand was buried deep in Seto's silky hair, trying to pin him down as he sucked me. When I looked up, all I could see was Seto bobbing on my erection, and I nearly shot right then and there, it made me so hot…

But then Seto stopped and he let my erection slip from his mouth, and I groaned from the lack of liquid heat surrounding me. I nestled down into the sofa beneath me as Seto brought himself up and kissed me softly. I could barely kiss him back, I felt so tired. Seto's arms cradled me and I raised a leg up to rest against his hip, shivering when I felt his erection touch mine. I rose my arms and wrapped them around his thin frame, pulling him closer to me.

We kissed for moments, softly at first and then passionately and hard. I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth and I shuddered hard. I loved when he was forceful, especially when it came to sex; he just turned me into mush. Our tongues met and danced for a few moments and then I couldn't help but raise my hips against his to put a bit of friction on my erection. I was going crazy!

Seto broke the kiss and looked down at me, and I was just swimming in his cerulean eyes, deep and alight from the fire. His bangs clung to his sweaty forehead and his entire face glowed. I could never get over just how beautiful he was, and it was moments like this I couldn't believe just how incredibly lucky I was to be his lover.

He stared down at me as he took my leg and lifted it up, and then he entered me in one swift thrust. I arched my back and threw my head back and let out a scream that echoed off the walls and out into the cemetery. Fuck I loved it when he was hard; the pain was tough to take for a moment but it didn't take long for the pain to turn into the most incredible pleasure. I loved the feel of him filling me; I would never tire of it.

Biting down hard on his lower lip, Seto bent his head down as if the pleasure was too much for him. I stared at his rich brown locks cemented to his forehead, squeezing him with my buttocks and listening to him grunt in pleasure. I grinned as he eased himself up after a moment and, gripping my leg and my hip to better angle himself, he thrust into me hard and began a steady, hard rhythm.

I laid my head back and just lost myself in the sensations. My body rocked back and forth with Seto's as he thrust into me, harder and harder. I became even more turned on when I watched Seto's face, frozen in concentration but he didn't hesitate to let out a moan or two of his own. I clenched him as best I could, making it tight for him, and I think by the noises he was making that he appreciated it.

He was getting desperate for his orgasm; I could feel in the way he thrust into me. I grinned up at him, because I knew him so well now that I could identify when he wanted his orgasm by the way he moved. He let go of my leg and just launched himself into me with even thrust, and I threw my head back and just let the pleasure wash over me.

Suddenly, Seto's thrusts became so forceful that I found I was slipping off the sofa, and shouting out in shock we both tumbled to the floor in front of the fire. We paused for a moment to make sense of what had just happened, and I think we would have laughed about it if we weren't in the middle of sex.

Seto laid down atop me, burying his tongue in my mouth and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued his plunder on my body. I was so close, and I could feel by his movements that he was close too. He kissed me so passionately and vigorously and after only a few moments he let out a hallowed scream in his throat and thrust into me hard, and I broke the kiss and let out a scream as he hit my prostate just perfectly that my orgasm was on top of me, all of a sudden, and I screamed so loud and squirted hard all over Seto's alabaster stomach. The way I clenched him, Seto orgasmed too. He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming and he gripped me hard for a solid five seconds.

Then we both fell down. I laid flat on the floor and Seto collapsed on top of me. I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment, looking up at him as he rest his head on my chest, and I reached forward to brush my hand through his hair.

"That was…amazing." Seto breathed, the light of the fire catching on the sheen sweat that glazed his body. He looked golden. "The way you screamed…I thought you were going to wake the dead."

I grinned. I loved it when Seto attempted to be cute. "Or wake the undead."

Seto snorted. "Yeah, bring a few more to the party."

We lay like that for a few moments until Seto regained some of his strength and he pushed himself up. He looked down at me, sapphire eyes glimmering in the firelight, and again I reached up and ran my fingers along his neck and his jaw line. I couldn't help it, he was just so beautiful, you wanted to touch him every chance you had.

I should have taken some time to consider just how lucky I was, but I was too in love and too in lust to think about it. I just stared up at him and grinned like an idiot, because this was so perfect, just the two of us here and now.

Eventually Seto laid himself back down on top of me. "What shall we do now? You want to go out and feed?"

I bit down on my lip playfully and shook my head. "Nah, let's do it again."

One of his finely trimmed chocolate brown eyebrows rose in question. "Again, so soon?"

"Yeah, don't you feel me?" I asked, lifting my hips and grinding my newfound erection up against his abs. "I'm ready for another go."

Seto smirked. "Must be the blood in you, I've never known a fledgling to be so amorous."

I wasn't really paying attention; I was lifting my hips and grinding into him, trying to get him to pay attention. It was working, I could feel him getting hard inside me, and I grinned.

"Come on Seto, once more here on the floor."

A sly little smile spread across Seto's lips, and he leaned down and kissed me gently and I was more than happy to kiss him back, gripping his hair and pushing him into me. He broke the kiss and rose himself up, preparing himself, when suddenly he stopped.

"Wait…let's go upstairs." Seto said in a quiet voice.

I stared up at him in question. "What for, we're already here."

Yeah, what was he talking about? Here we were, perfectly positioned, he was already inside me, I was fully erect. Why the hell would we ruin the moment and go upstairs?

But Seto seemed perturbed. "Jou, it's so uncomfortable, let's just go upstairs-"

Frustrated, I gripped his shoulders. "It can break my back for all I care, I just want you right here!"

I started to pull him down to me so I could kiss his lips and shut him up, but suddenly he pushed my hands away and his expression was furious. "Goddamn it Jou, I said let's go upstairs so let's go upstairs!"

And then, of his own accord, he stood up, his erection leaving my body, and he wiped his hand across his forehead. All I could do was stare up at him in shock. What the hell was with the mood swing?

I sat up and stared at him. "Seto, what the hell is the matter with you?"

Seto looked at me for a moment, and then his eyes fixed on something past me for only a second before he looked away. "Nothing, I'm fine-"

"Bullshit you're fine!" I shouted at him angrily. "You've been fucking miserable these past couple of weeks, and just now we're enjoying ourselves and you've gotta melt down like this?"

He stared at me with glowering eyes, and again his gaze fixed on something behind me and then he looked away into the fire, obviously not sure what to say in return. I frowned and looked over my shoulder, to see what the hell he was looking at, and suddenly I realized what was giving him grief. "Merciful Death" was sitting on the far wall opposite to where we were standing, aglow in the firelight.

I looked back at Seto and scowled. "Oh, it's the painting isn't it?"

Seto's expression darkened considerably. "Yes it's the painting!" He shouted back at me in an equally loud voice. I hadn't seen him so pissed off in a long time.

"I hate that painting!" He shouted, pointing at it. "I wish you'd just get rid of it!"

The thought of getting rid of it was obscene, since I loved it when I was human and finally had it. I crossed my arms and matched his scowl. "Well I won't, because I love it and I won't get rid of it!"

"Well then I shouldn't have to stare at it when we're in the middle of sex!" Seto screamed back at me, getting louder and angrier.

"I can't put it in the bedroom and I can't put it down here, where am I supposed to put it?!" I was gesturing with my arms to show him that really, there wasn't much space in the mausoleum, where was I supposed to put it if he didn't want it in the two rooms we had? And furthermore, why was he being so completely unreasonable?

Seto was done shouting; I could see by the way he glared at me. He was going to give me the great Seto Kaiba sulk. Sure enough, he shook his head and literally snarled at me. "Enough of this."

He turned his back to me and marched towards the steps. I watched him go; he still had a hard-on and I still had an erection. What, we weren't gonna have angry sex?

I watched him go up the steps. "What, you're leaving?"

"I'm going out to feed." He called from the bedroom in a prick-like voice.

"You already fed!" I screamed up at him, angrier than I thought I'd been.

"Then I'm just going out!" Seto screamed down the stairs at me.

I think that was what did it. I threw my arms up and thought fuck this shit! I was getting the fuck out!

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"It's so frustrating!" I grumbled as I lay across one of the sofas in the den of the coven. The twits were sitting in the sofa across from me, listening to my failed Seto sex rant. Surprisingly, they both looked pretty into the conversation. "One minute he's totally into it and the next he snarls whenever I try to touch him. He's acting like…"

"A woman?" Bakura chipped in, grinning at me.

Next to him Marik started to laugh. "Cheer up Jou, we all have those days. Sometimes there's nothing like a really good jerk."

I felt my nose curl. It seemed so inappropriate and stupid to jerk off when I was living and sleeping with the most beautiful vampire in existence.

But Bakura seemed to have an idea. He grinned and stood up from the sofa they were lounging on. "I know what you need. A lay and a feed, and I know where you can find both."

I shook my head, miserable. "I don't think I'm in the mood."

"You will be," Bakura said, grinning and reaching forward to grip my arm so he could get me up off my ass. "Just wait til you see this place."

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When Bakura says "a lay and a feed", he means laying a human and feeding later. It's sure as hell appealing for him, but I was so not in the mood and neither was Marik. We went to a martini bar not too far from the coven, and the place was filled with pretty fancy kine all dolled up with no place to go. We were heavily observed as we came in through the front door; whether we looked sexy or menacing to them was beyond me.

As per usual Bakura disappeared into the crowd and Marik and I went to sit at the bar. We ordered two martinis, although we weren't even gonna touch them, and Marik pulled out a pack of thin little cigars and lit one up. He offered one to me but I waved him away, completely out of it.

Why did "Merciful Death" offend Seto so much? He couldn't have been opposed to artwork; I mean we met in a fucking art gallery. Perhaps it was the fact that Pegasus was being attacked by a monster in the painting, but I don't see how that would have been offensive. Suddenly I was worried that Seto would get rid of it while I was gone. Like maybe I would come home and find it thrown out of the mausoleum. If he hated it that much, I didn't doubt he'd get rid of it.

I looked around the martini bar. Everywhere I looked, I was catching eyes with the ladies. I'd forgotten how my new vampiric looks effected women; apparently I mystified them with my golden hair and eyes.

Suddenly Marik pushed himself up and away from the bar, smacking my shoulder with his big hand. "I'll be back."

I looked over my shoulder and watched as Marik disappeared into the crowd. I wondered if maybe he found someone that caught his interest. It seemed pretty unlikely though, since he didn't like to fuck humans and I couldn't sense any other vampires in the room. Wherever he was going, it didn't concern me, so I turned my eyes back to the bar and resumed moping.

The bartender put down an unusually large martini in front of me and gave me an uneasy smirk, as if he figured one of these bad boys was gonna do the trick. I gave him a thankless smile and fingered the stem of the martini glass between two fingers, sighing heavily. It would have been nice if alcohol affected vampires the same way it did to humans; for vampires it's the blood drunk, but unfortunately they don't sell blood in martini glasses. There sure were nights when I could have used a bit of drunken stupor.

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice next to me. "That's a pretty strong drink for such a young man."

I looked over to my left and came face to face with a man in his late 40s; he wore a suit but had a kindly look about him. His jet black hair was going gray at the sideburns and he had gentle blue eyes. Part of me wanted to scowl and say Mind your own fucking business but I was in too crappy a mood to be snarly, even if it was with a lowly human.

I tried to give him a smile, but I failed at that too. I looked back at the martini absent-mindedly. "That's the idea; chase away some bad thoughts…"

The suit smirked. "I hear you there, boyo." I looked over as he chewed on an olive off the end of the toothpick from his martini. "Sometimes a good hard drink is the difference between a fight and a divorce."

He turned to me and gave me a pointed look. "Remember that for the future."

A fight and a divorce, eh? Something told me we were on the same page but looking at entirely different books…if that makes any sense at all. I was not in a steady state of mind at the time.

But this time I couldn't help but smile. It was the first time anyone had given me a real solid piece of advice that didn't have anything to do with being a vampire. "I will for sure."

The suit took a long sip of his martini and put it down. I figured our strange little conversation was over, but apparently not, as he decided to elaborate. "Yeah me and the missus, we're completely at odds but what can you do, huh?" He chuckled a bit, shuffling his broad shoulders. "I love her, probably more than my own life. I couldn't stand to lose her."

This time I stared at him in a bit of awe. We had something in common, this kine and I, something I never thought I'd see. Seto and I seemed to be completely at odds, especially these days, but I loved him and I couldn't stand it if he left me, or if I had to leave him. I sighed heavily, pulling my martini close and staring down into his alcoholic contents that I desperately wanted to swallow but knew that I couldn't.

The suit looked over at me again. "You got a girl, son?"

I smirked. You couldn't call Seto a girl biologically or figuratively, since Seto was always on top. But I shrugged. Sure, tonight Seto could be a girl, especially since he was so pissy. "Yeah, but we fight and we disagree. Nights like these we just…need our distance, y'know?"

"They say absence makes the heart grow fonder." He said with a lilt of optimism.

I grinned and nodded my head. "Let's hope they're right."

There was a touch of silence between us for a moment. I realized that there was quite a buzz in the room, and Marik hadn't come back to fake claim his martini. Who knew where Bakura had gone to?

I was about to get up, pay for the drink I hadn't even touched, and leave without saying anything to the twits. I wanted to be miserable and I wanted to be miserable all by myself, without anyone to interrupt me.

But just as I was about to get up, the suit put his hand on my arm, and I was rather taken aback by such an intimate gesture. I looked over at him, probably with more surprise in my face then intended.

The suit was giving me a serious look. "I'd say you go home and you have a quiet time together. Me and the missus, we'd have a fight and jump on the motorcycle and then everything would be as right as rain."

I felt one of my eyebrows raise instinctively. "So it worked?"

He retracted his hand and gave me a sly grin. "Saved my marriage many a time, boyo." Then he turned back to his drink and shrugged his shoulders. "Course now I'm too busy to go riding around on a bike."

I stared at him, and it was obvious that we had a bit more in common than I first thought. My immediate impression was that if I were still human, this would have been me in about forty years. The thought was depressing suddenly, because he seemed to genuinely care about my problems, and he even offered me advice. He reminded me suddenly of the father I never had, the figure in my life that was ultimately missing, the one that all my friends had, for better or for worse.

What was it that Seto told me…Time will touch them, and hurt them, and take everything away from them. It didn't really seem fair. For them, life was too short to fight with the people they loved. For me, time drawled on slowly and painfully without the one I loved. Both were pretty unbearable.

He was completely right. I couldn't sit around sulking, I had to go home. Maybe a little bit of quiet time was what we needed, just to be together and not have to argue. It needed to be just us.

With a sigh, but a happy sigh this time, I picked up the martini in my hand and raised it to him, giving him a genuine smile. "Hey, to the wives."

He turned to me, looked at my martini glass, and gave me a full smile. He took his near empty martini glass and we chinked. "To the wives."

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Next chapter: Reconciliation?