A/N: I know, I promised the next title to be "The Wedding" but you see, I couldn't imagine anything remotely interesting in a standard wedding. Hope you enjoy!
Warning: Nudity.
"And now, you may now kiss the bride" the minister said.
The blonde devil quickly turned on his heel and gazed at his wife expectantly. Lowering his face on level with hers, his eyes greedily devoured her soft lips.
He saw her shiver unconsciously. But she held her ground, she knew better than to slap 'her husband' in public. He grinned mechanically, his mouth inches from her own.
But then he felt her hands on either sides of his head as she tiptoed and settled a small peck on his cheek.
His eyes narrowed viciously on what she just did. The bitch! But he could do no more as the muscled-man urged them to their carriage.
"Congratulations." Musashi said in a deadpan tone. "Let's get going."
Mamori was first to step inside the coach and Musashi quickly motioned to follow.
However, he felt a tightening grip on his shoulder as he heard Youichi hiss in pure revulsion.
"Be wise. These people watching will no doubt find it strange that you ride with the newlyweds."
Musashi looked at him and then at the onlookers before confirming with his mistress what should be done.
With a curt nod, she merely said "Please ride with the driver." Musashi released a sigh of irritation as he lifted his foot from the landing of the cart.
Slamming the door behind him, Youichi promptly took his cue and entered the coach, sitting himself beside his bride.
A few minutes later, they were well away from the prying eyes of those who had witnessed the ceremony. Mamori was fidgeting in her seat.
Youichi turned his head lazily to look at her. "You seem distraught, love."
"The papers! The documents to prove our marriage, I must have left them at--"
"Oh. You mean this?" Youichi asked, as he extracted several parchments from inside his coat.
She smiled, relief washing over her face. Then she continued rather haughtily, reaching out for the certificates..."Thank goodness! You're not such an idiot after--".
Youichi had pulled his hand back, making it impossible for her to grab them.
"Pray tell sir, what do you mean by this?" she glared at him dangerously.
"Kekeke... fucking wife, I'll give you the damn papers... on one condition." She stopped, there it was again, that dangerous glint in his eyes.
"What?" she asked, a bit afraid, but still proud till the end.
"Hhmmm." He grinned lazily as he twirled the parchments in his hands. "This...document is a... proof... an initiation of our marriage, am I correct?"
She merely glowered at him, unsure at which direction he was aiming at.
"Then, love, give me... an initiation... a sample...of the delights I am to partake tonight." He said so in a slow tone as his eyes dropped lower and lower, boldly gaping at her full bosoms.
She hastily covered her chest. "Please. If you cannot act human, at least talk like one! I do not speak in riddles."
He grinned. "Kiss me," he breathed. "As a loving wife should kiss her husband. Not a peck of shame that you gave me in front of the altar!"
She looked back at the papers in his hand. It was indeed important, but she was not so foolish as to have a physical battle for that!
She knew, upon seeing the toned muscles hidden beneath his garb, in strength she was no match.
"Fine!" She sighed, pained and irritated, as she closed her eyes ready for his attack. "At your pleasure sir, I am ready."
It was seconds later when she realized he was not moving and as she opened her eyes again she saw him sneer mockingly at her.
"The bargain, madam, was that you give the kiss. Do you need further instruction or perhaps assistance?" he asked with a low laugh.
She gasped, "You...You knave!" He simply grinned and opened his arms wide for her.
"I shall wipe that smirk off your face!" She shifted in her seat as she approached him, inclining her head so that his and her faces were closer.
"Try to make it good love, you being inexperienced and all..." he further challenged.
Her eyes went wide with indignation "Think you that I have not kissed a man before?!"
His eyebrows rose slightly higher. "In truth, I was wondering about that. The childish kiss you gave me earlier... could only have been experience from a fatherly tutor."
"You arrogant cad!!!" she shrieked as she deliberately settled herself upon his lap, she didn't even brush his bold hand away from her thigh. "I will give you a kiss worthy to be taken to your grave!"
Drawing upon all her imagination, she pressed her meagerly clad breasts onto his chest, lowering her sultry lips until she felt his mouth close upon hers.
But the kiss had proven more dangerous than she had imagined.
His hands quickly snaked around her waist, drawing her closer, pinning her to him.
She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation she felt as his tongue darted inside her mouth, licking her walls, battling her own tongue...... arousing her.
She desperately tried to move away but found herself limping at his fervent kisses.
His mouth was insistent, demanding, relentless, snatching her breath and ebbing away her poise. He twisted his mouth across hers, tongue still thrusting through, devouring her as if he could not get enough of her sweetness.
She was caught up in the heat of a battle that she realized, she could not hope to win. Her wits had dulled, her weapons lay limp on his broad shoulders. And she found herself slowly being pressed onto the soft velvet cushion.
The feel of his strong, broad chest against her soft ones only heightened the frantic beating of her heart.
She expected this damned kiss to be so repulsive, but in truth, she found it wildly exciting.
Slowly, Youichi's face retreated and with a trembling effort, Mamori collected herself, ragging deep and short breaths.
"Was...Was the bargain met my lord?" she asked. Her voice was a bit hoarse and unsteady.
Without comment he handed her the papers and she tucked them safely in her pouch.
She relaxed a bit, until seconds later, she realized that he was tugging loose the back cords of her gown.
She desperately tried to stop his arm "What are you doin--" only to fail miserably as his other hand boldly caressed her leg under her skirts. "Youichi!" she gasped in a breathless manner.
His lips were scorching her neck, searing every inch with his burning kisses. "Stop this!" she implored as she grasped the front of her bodice. Youichi claimed her lips once more, kissing her in fervent ardor.
In between gasps he whispered, "You should know well, I desire that you be my wife in every way." Mamori could only grunt as she found it almost futile to stop his seemingly thousand hands.
She raised her voice in alarm upon the discovery that in her struggle, her skirt had been pulled from her. Her bare bottom now grazing his tensed warm lap.
She gulped as she felt his manhood, bold and hard against her only remaining silk protection. Youichi groaned in exasperation. "Stop struggling love."
In outrage she shrieked "Sir! You are no gentleman!" She reached out to open a window so that she might cry out. But he gripped her wrist and held it to her side. His other hand was hot upon her naked breast.
Her free hand flung forward to slap him but stopped as he locked her in another firm but gentle grip. Her head whirled crazily as she struggled against the intoxication of his kiss, muffling her shrieks of protest.
"Wait!" she gasped as he lifted his lips from hers, only to burn with the sensation of his mouth upon her breasts. There was a longing deep inside her that she could not understand.
"Oh Youichi," she panted in a whisper, "don't... please..." She could not enunciate further. The warmth spread until her skin seemed to glow. Her hands were free now but she found them only pressing his head closer.
In a last weak effort at modesty, she tried to keep his hands from stripping off her underwear.
"Love... love..." he rasped, taking her hand and planting soft kisses on her fingers. "I am a man. And you are indeed most tempting. Will you deny your husband this momentary pleasure?" His mouth was upon hers again, his tongue insistent until she met it with her own.
Her sanity argued, this is madness! Her passion whispered slyly, let him come.
And indeed he came to her, rubbing his groin against her now naked womanhood. There was a warmth that began to build up inside of her, and she could only sob with pleasure.
He began to move against her, kissing her, caressing her, loving her ---
Suddenly, from the outside, the carriage wheels roared as it skidded off in a different direction, its pace has changed.
Cursing, Youichi looks out the window and instantly realizes. He barked "Damn you deceiving witch!" He roughly flung her away. "I knew it! You wouldn't hold on to our bargain!"
With much urgency, Youichi began to secure his garments, his teeth showing in an angry snarl. Mamori could only stare at him from a corner, still dazed from the heat that emanated from her core.
In the dim light, his sneering eyes watched her cruelly. "Cover yourself!" And he added more harshly "Or do you wish the others outside to take my place?"
Mamori instantly snatched her cloak and shielded herself against his glares. A second later, Musashi's roar was heard as the man flung open the door of the carriage.
"Out!" he said, pointing his revolver on the square of Youichi's chest.
The blonde devil was dragged, pushed and shoved, probably all the way back to the dungeon he once was trapped in. Further degraded by being sprawled on the floor from a kick, he immediately grabbed a heavy stone.
With a snarl he threw the rock, aiming at Musashi's outstretched hand and it knocked the gun right out from his hold.
In an instant, he tackled the more muscular man onto the ground. He fought like a man possessed.
Only when several other hands lent help, the guards of The Fort, were they able to subdue him.
Kneeling in the mud with both his hands behind his back, they tied his wrists together.
In the aftermath of the struggle Musashi turned around to look at his mistress. "Sorry for the delay, the wagon got stuck. Else we could have arrived here sooner."
Hearing that, Youichi raised his head to see her flushed, guilty face. She had been planning his demise all along! His eyes scorned her as his voice came, heavy with wrath.
"I never pray to the gods. But if I fall to their mercy, madame, I assure you... I will see your end of the bargain carried through!"
No further threats could be heard as he was taken down to the dark hell he momentarily escaped.
Musashi walked close, in order to secure his lock down. Seeing the blonde rammed back into the barred walls, he turned on his heels and left.
Hearing a distant roar with every step he took away from that hellhole.
"TELL YOUR FUCKING BITCH-TRESS, EVEN UNTIL HELL, I WILL CLAIM WHAT IS MINE!!!"
Musashi could only sigh, what a bothersome fellow. As he approached the carriage once more he frowned as he saw the lady he has cared for since a wee lad.
"Are you alright lass?"
She nodded and offered a small smile, clutching the cape more tightly.
Musashi was blissfully unaware that she lay naked beneath that robe. Seeing her distraught face, he thought it best not to probe and give her privacy. Closing the door, he sat beside the driver again.
Her smile faltered the moment she was alone. She was not alright. The truth was, the carriage suddenly seemed so large and cold with Youichi gone.
She closed her eyes on the memory of his kiss, his touch, his embrace, and shuddered at the strange emptiness she felt, remembering the rightness she felt in his arms.
Looking out the window, she realized that it was raining again, a thunder suddenly striking in the horizon.
She sighed.
Her foolish betrayal had brought her more pain than she had thought possible.
A/N:
Ahh. I do expect several protests that Mamori is OOC, her being cunning and scheming blah blah. But I wished to illustrate that because of circumstances, (her being afraid of marriage with this hanged man) it was not OOC at all, logically speaking. Even though she is a saint, Hiruma can drive her off the edge i.e. raising her voice in defense of Sena, scaring her fellow teammates, oh and that one time she pretended to be evil collaborating with the two other geniuses of deimon... :P
I humbly ask for reviews. :P