Author's note: I do not own anything from Gintama. Please review after reading. Just so you know, this story is unbetaed and is NOT THE FULL VERSION due to site restrictions. You may check out my tumblr / wordpress / livejournal for the detailed chapters. A bit late on the update. I blame the gargoyle nurse who kept yelling at me and insisted it was her just being "lively". Bitch, please. I have left her in the hands of karma. F*ck I reread chapter 2 why is it so awkward ugh I wanna redo it. No time. Anyway, this chapter is kinda um, graphic. Gin-san gets carried away with his emotions. Response to reviews will appear at the bottom of each chapter. Thanks. XD
5/11/13 - This chapter has been majorly revised.
Chapter 3: The First Time Will Hurt, Whether You Like It or Not
Gintoki found himself following Sarutobi inside a neat apartment. There was a wide couch underneath the windows to his left and a small, short-legged table in front of it. A yellow vase with a single flower was on top of it. Two soft-looking chairs were also positioned around the piece of furniture. On the opposite wall, a flat screen television was hanging, flanked by an electric fan and a mini air-conditioner.
Straight ahead was the kitchen and dining area, partially covered by a flimsy-looking divider. From his position, he noted an empty table, a few chairs, and a sink on the counter under the blinds.
To his right were a pair of sliding doors. Beside it was another door with a knob. She shoved the first set open and stepped inside, revealing a large bedroom. He moved to follow her but she paused, glancing at him.
"I'm going to take a shower first," she said quietly. "You can turn on the TV." She nodded towards the area of the couch and television. "We'll talk when I'm done."
Gintoki stepped forward instead, pushing the doors open further. He marched inside the room, glancing around.
There was a pink futon at the middle with two pillows and a blanket folded on its side. A robe was hanging from a hook on the left wall with a board posted next to it. There were several pictures of her with various people and Amanto. A few handwritten notes were also scattered here and there.
Below it was a small desk with drawers, a mirror, a clock, and two stools - one small and round, the other slightly bigger with thick padding. Another television set was on the opposite side but other than that, the room was bare.
Gintoki noticed the lack of weapons or even possible items used for S&M.
Across them was another door which he boldly opened and found to be a bathroom. It was full of bottles, the kind used by women for their hair and skin, one after the other. There was a sink, a toilet bowl and surprisingly, a shiny bathtub complete with a shower and transparent curtain. A tinted square window was above the bath. There was a fluffy white towel hanging on one side of the room and pairs of silky underwear were also dangling nearby.
Smirking to himself, Gintoki realized he liked the place. He wouldn't mind living there. The only barb was the company.
His attention was drawn back to her by a rustling sound. She had settled her things on the table and was removing her sandals. Feeling sheepish for not removing his boots at the entrance, he proceeded to do just that.
"You can wait here instead if you want." She said, her legs twisting, hands fidgeting. "I won't be long."
"No, I think I'll join you," he intoned, unwilling to waste time with dallying. "We can save water and minutes."
He undid his belt hastily and shrugged off his yukata, tossing both to the side. He pulled his shirt over his head then dragged down his pants and boxers unceremoniously.
She was blushing furiously and looking at him, unmoving. He simply stared back.
"Well, aren't you going to undress yet?" He asked softly but she remained frozen.
With raw purpose, he approached her and grabbed the hem of her slinky dress, yanking it upwards. He flung it away, focusing his gaze on her bouncing breasts which were newly freed. He bent his head and casually licked a nipple drawing a loud moan from her. Both peaks stiffened immediately.
He chuckled, liking her sensitivity and submissiveness, and proceeded to pull on her soft panties, revealing a smooth and hairless triangle above her thighs. Checking her expression, he detected an darker coloring of her cheeks. She was breathing heavily and looking down at him.
He slipped off her glasses and tossed them on top of her clothes before grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bathroom.
She complied, obediently stepping into the tub after him. Biting her lip, she silently turned away to start the water running. The water poured from overhead and drenched them both.
Gintoki grabbed her by the waist and crushed her lips to his. He ran his tongue rapidly and firmly against her soft entrance, ultimately pushing it in between them to ravish her. Her mouth was satiny and hot, delicious and responsive. Groaning with desire, he deepened the kiss as she spread her lips wider and wider, giving him more access.
He ran his hands up to her breasts, squeezing roughly and grinding his palms against them. Whimpering, she fisted her hands on his chest in response. He continued to rub her vigorously, eliciting low hums from her throat.
Lowering his lips to her neck, he took several bites, marking her eagerly. She exclaimed noisily in response to his acts, seemingly unaware of her highly pleasured state. "Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Gin-san! Ohhh."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He growled, liking the delicious sounds she was making. "Such a noisy kitten."
She gasped at the pet name, embarrassed. "K-kitten?"
"You sound like a kitten, whimpering in pleasure," he explained, amused. He arched her back towards him and licked his way down to her tempting bundles. She screamed when he sucked sharply, alternating with licking circles. Without hesitation, he took a bite, drawing another cry from her.
Transferring to the other summit, he tasted it slowly and deliberately before powerfully nipping at it. He was fully aware of its effects on her - she let out desperate sounds and pulled hysterically at his hair. Gintoki sucked hungrily, liking the zest and feel of her inside his mouth. Her breasts were large and creamy, nipples delicate and velvety.
She was undeniably sexy. From her supple lips, needy moans, delicious breasts and their extreme sensitivity to her careless surrender clearly translated by the frantic grabbing of her hands. Because of this, he was alive and throbbing with need. With mere foreplay, they were closely driven to the edge. He wondered how much more intense it would be when they get to the real thing.
"Don't stop," she cried, tugging him closer. She was wanton and extremely vulnerable, just as he required her to be. Mercilessly, he stroked her with his tongue, dragging his teeth across afterwards.
He raised his head and planted his forehead against hers, glaring into her eyes. "Tell me why you're here, Sacchan. Why in a place far from Edo?" Distracted by his arousal, he found it difficult to speak.
She arched closer to him like mad, begging him to resume contact. "Edo?" She repeated in a daze.
"What are you doing here?" He asked again, agitated. "What have you been up to?"
"I-" She bit her lip, eyes closed, and rested her head on the crook of his neck. "Oh, Gin-san, I-," she sighed.
She was useless in this state. Her lack of explanation angered him and contributed to his suspicions. Did she really think she could hide behind a timid and innocent front without him deciphering her true motives?
Claiming her lips once more, he was aware of the dangerous and raging storm building up inside him. Memories of deprivation and loneliness enveloped him, transforming into hatred.
This stalker woman was sorely tempting but her wanton state was barely enough for him to ignore his feelings. She wasn't a delicate, scrumptous kitten. She was a treacherous and despicable carnivore.
Filled with a new sense of vigor, he pulled at her left thigh to wrap her leg around his waist basically creating contact between them. He brushed carelessly against her, growling in ecstasy and infuriation. The feel of her against him was maddening and he simply craved to take her then and there.
She continued to respond with thrusts and low, rapid moans.
"My sexy, needy kitten. You feel so good," he rasped, teeth bared.
With her eyes still closed, she threw her head back and cried out aimlessly. She joined him in his movements, circling her hips and pressing closer, drawing him to her. She seemed barely conscious of her actions, her body uninhibited.
Gintoki roared as he slipped in between her but pulled away immediately, steadying her hips. "Wait, kitten," he growled, "be patient. I'll be doing you soon enough."
"Gin-san, please," she begged, propelling her hips forward. "Please," she gasped.
He pulled her leg higher and touched her slowly and deliberately, making her buck her hips harder towards him. Taking his hands away as she whimpered, he switched to wrapping her other leg around his waist, gaining full access.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, bracing herself.
Letting go of all his reserve, he invaded her in one movement. She screamed, followed by a miserable sob, implying that she was in a painfully uncomfortable situation. She tried to pull away but Gintoki held fast to her hips, keeping the contact.
Moaning as if in agony, she wiggled her hips and pushed at his shoulders. "It hurts, oh God. Gin-san, it hurts. I can't take it." Tears were streaming down her face.
"Relax, kitten." He grunted, very much annoyed at the circumstance. How was he supposed to know she was a virgin? She never seemed like one, with all her lewd proposals and shameless disposition. Her masochistic tendencies and potential sexual deviations didn't help the idea. She had been working at a raunchy bar for the past few years, wearing revealing clothing, and was surrounded by lecherous patrons. The thought of her remaining untouched was impossible.
He tried to ignore her hot tightness and the unintended thrill she was rousing in him as she squeezed with her muscles. The way her folds enveloped him, sucking him further inside, was magnetically driving him to the edge.
Still, he convinced himself, her predicament didn't affect him one bit. He was as intent on his goal since the beginning. Virgin or not, and despite her being incredibly alluring, she was of a suspicious nature in relation to a certain issue.
With a fierce cry, he drew back and began to take her violently, fingers tightly gripping her buttocks. He could hear her sobbing in effort. He knew he was a heartless bastard but he shouldn't care.
He was aware of his own unsympathetic expression, realizing that she could not see it due to her bad eyesight.
He increased his pace and took her with even more turbulence, eliciting additional whimpers from her. She buried her face in his neck and tightened her grip on his shoulders. He was nearing his climax, he could feel it.
His body stiffened as he came, releasing his liquid inside her. He howled as he let loose, overcome with rapture.
Regaining a bit of control, he penetrated her a few more times before finally feeling spent. Both of them were panting heavily, Sacchan also crying softly. They clung silently to each other for a few minutes.
Finally recovering, he reached to turn off the shower and then extricated himself from her. She winced and groaned as he did, almost slipping to the floor but not before he lifted her into his arms. He stepped out of the shower, with her in tow, and grabbed her towel before heading to the bedroom. Vaguely, he noticed a trickle of blood running down her inner thighs.
Kneeling, he settled her on the futon and draped the towel over her body. She held it tight around herself and continued to cry while avoiding his gaze. He could see the reddened bite marks on her neck, all of which he had savagely inflicted on her earlier. Her eyes were shining with tears soon flowing down her flushed cheeks. She was gasping through her swollen and trembling lips.
Turning away from him, she lay down on the flat bed.
Despite her miserable state, she was still remarkably alluring, her expression vulnerable and her body barely covered by a towel. He inched himself towards her and peeled it away. Gasping, she turned to him, eyes wide.
"Don't sleep yet, kitten," he ordered, "we're not done."
She shook her head, still in tears, "I can't, Gin-san, not tonight. I'm tired."
"We're doing it again," he said with finality. "Did you forget what I told you? There won't be much sleeping or resting tonight."
"I haven't forgotten. I'm just very sore right now," she admitted, blushing. "I don't think I can bear it if we- if we do it again."
Gintoki pushed her flat on the bedding and nudged her open to settle in between her thighs. He couldn't make himself feel pity or give in to her pleas. He did warn her of his eagerness and demands.
"I won't be stopping anytime soon, Sacchan." He cupped her breasts and lazily rubbed them. "I don't think I want to." She was biting her lip firmly, trying not to react. He continued to tease her, making her unable to hold back a passionate sound from her lips.
"How can you get used to me if we don't keep doing it?" He admonished. "You'll adjust soon enough."
She was shaking her head as her mouth tried to form words to speak. He knew she was distracted by his intense massage.
"You've never refused pain before, remember? You even begged for it," he brutally reminded her. He pushed away the sense of guilt insidiously creeping up on him. His conscience was going to ruin everything.
Bitterly, he thought of his old self - a protective and sympathetic person. But people change, people change when traumatic and miserable things befall them. Personally, he wanted retribution. He wanted someone to atone for all the criminal garbage that caused him to experience loss and torment.
Still, he would never involve or harm an innocent. And even though this woman beneath him appeared to be sweet, vulnerable and delicious, he knew she was truly something else. She was an assassin after all, a dangerous ninja with weird tendencies and an unstable personality harboring a weird obsession over him.
She had also mysteriously disappeared all those years ago. If that wasn't a sign of guilt, then he didn't know what was. It was all so sudden and no one knew why. Suspiciously, it even coincided with-
Gintoki banished away his thoughts. His brain was worn out with repeated analysis of the situation for years. Overthinking was ultimately useless. He had already decided a long time ago.
She was breathing heavily, lips slightly parted and eyes heavily lidded. She was writhing on the futon, tightly holding on to the sheets with her fists. Gintoki was amazed by her arousal. Her breasts were certainly oversensitive. No one had probably ever done this to her before.
Watching her in this state excited him. He could feel himself pushing against her inner thighs. "You're making me want you so badly, kitten," he breathed.
"Gin-san," she gasped. "I can't take it."
With this, he transferred his hands to spread her thighs far apart and teased her a few times before thrusting into her mercilessly.
She was still tight and very much resistant. He pushed her legs to open her wider. She was greedily consuming him and creating such frenzy. As he moved, she continued to whimper but noticeably less than earlier. Sometimes, a pleasured mewl would escape her, sending furious tingles to his spine.
He lifted her legs to his shoulders, changing his angle. The alternate pressure around him enabled him to drive in deeper and faster.
Soon, his hips were mindlessly bucking against hers and he came ferociously, growling like an animal. He collapsed on top, still inside her, feeling extremely spent. She was moaning underneath him.
He pulled away in one swift movement and rolled off her, still panting. "I'm going to pluck you again, kitten," he promised. "I'll need a moment to recover."
Tonight, he felt alive and high with adrenaline. He could still go on, he thought. She would just have to keep up with him.
Things seemed according to plan. He had a very welcome progress in his pursuit.
Author's end note: Um... yeah. LOL. I won't be surprised if this chapter mysteriously disappears. Haha. By the way, thanks kurasuchi, Tsukuyo will appear later and Gin-san's intentions will indeed be revealed as the story progresses. I'm glad he seems to be sexy because he is. And Gin-san is supposed to be pervy. At least, that's what I picked up from the anime/manga. Even the boob thing. He just has that vibe. Gintoki and Sacchan are okay now? Oh, really?... ;p