It was a couple days later. Yesterday had been another excruciating time of hurting the girl. Next he'd wait two days, and see how that worked out. As he entered the main room, aiming to go straight through to the girl's cell, he had to stop as he heard others making bow-wows. That was... strange... Though, he already had a hunch. He tried to keep going, but he kept getting dog-taunts, such as 'c'mere boy!'. He tried to ignore them, but he heard someone yell a jeering 'fetch', and he was hit with a ball. Urgh... these guys were such jackasses... Though, they all knew they had the pack on their side. Fighting one against the whole group was a losing battle before it even started. He tried to dissipate his anger and make towards the cells, hoping no one stopped him and that they were already satisfied.
"Hey, where ya going in such a rush, Shiba?" Koga asked with a wide smirk He stepped in front of Yoshiki's path, a squeaky toy in his hand that he kept squeezing. The plastic made an obnoxious noise. The moment one of the guys had heard the name the girl in cell 1-6 was calling him, it spread like wildfire. There wasn't a person who didn't know the Shiba Inu breed, so they were all able to catch up on the reference quickly. It was fuckin' priceless. It was rare when they got the opportunity to mock Yoshiki so perfectly. "I'm sure your bitch can wait for ya," he remarked with a grin. The guys behind him laughed loudly at the joke, which only fluffed his ego up more.
Yoshiki mentally cursed as Koga blocked his path. Who else would, after all... He glared at him slightly, hating that Koga thought he was so much above him. He kind of wanted to correct him on his title giving 'bitch', but found that would be a little suspicious, since putting her on reserve was sort of the same thing... "Why does she need to? I certainly have no business here," he replied sharply, not really letting the jeers get at him too much.
Koga couldn't stand Yoshiki's attitude at all. He acted like he was above all of this. Though, with the amount of time he has been spending with the girl, he obviously wasn't. He wasn't going to let a golden opportunity pass like this so easily. "Aw, Shiba, don't let your fur get rubbed the wrong way," Koga's smirk was unwavering, his tone condescending. "I'm just so curious how you earned your nickname. You only fuck her doggy-style? Or do you give it to her ruff?" While it wasn't unusual for the girl's to call the guy's something, normally it was along the line of 'master' or 'boss' or 'sir'. "Or do you let her play your master?" Koga asked with a snide jeer. He better not be, considering the girls were supposed to be completely and utterly powerless.
Yoshiki's frown grew at each dog pun, finding them painfully awful. But that's probably because he didn't really like being made fun of by Koga. Still, the rest of the group was around, so he had to keep his mind level and his fury back. "It's just a name in place of my real one," he answered curtly, not giving Koga any satisfaction past the laughter of his buddies. He would've liked to blow some steam by being a smart ass, but again, keeping Ayumi didn't really teeter on the fact that he had paid Koga. It was pretty much dependent on how long Koga decided to let him have her.
Koga was waiting for the day Yoshiki finally snapped. Even with a reserve, he still didn't fit into the group in anyway. He was there mostly because of the threats Koga held over his head, so he was sure Yoshiki's rage was slowly building more and more. And, while Koga would not want to initiate a fight alone with him, he would never have to. His 'pals' were always around, hanging off every word or order her gave. He sneered at the boring answer, becoming uninterested with bothering him. "Tch, what a pussy," he said flatly. What type of guy lets himself be called something that was so... petnamish? It was disgusting. "Grow a pair, will you? You're supposed to be in charge," he scolded with a scowl. He has seen the girl, and while she was miserable, she wasn't broken. Even if it was Yoshiki's first time with a reserve, she should be dead in the eyes by now.
Yoshiki glared, but was thankful he seemed to be starting to lose interest. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, though there was an edge of defiance that he couldn't really hold back from his voice. Ha, I'm being more brave than anyone in this damn place.., he couldn't help but think, before moving forcefully past Koga. He was tired of talking to the arrogant bastard, and that feeling was probably mutual. He hated these people... But for some reason, the name only seemed to grow more on him. Probably because... it created an even bigger gap of difference between him and these people.
Koga glared at Yoshiki at his once again boring response. As he pushed by him, Koga was extremely tempted to grab him by the shirt and beat the shit out of him. He stopped himself, though, because they had an important mission coming up and he didn't want to hurt, admittedly, one of the better workers. Still, he was going to keep his eye on the damn bastard who thought himself somehow better. His hand clenched tightly into a fist as his mind began to whirl with worry that Yoshiki was planning to try to overthrow. No... no... he didn't have any ambition to do anything like that... he hoped. "'Ey, boss, we got some emails regarding bids," one of the guys broke through the group to hand him a laptop. Koga glared at where Yoshiki disappeared one more time, swearing to himself he'd destroy that fucker one way or another. He sighed, taking the laptop and letting his mind go back into the business.
Yoshiki had managed to make it past another day of ridicule and came to the girl's room. He shut the door behind him with a sigh, settling down in his normal place next to her. The place he sat in is how he was now telling her what his reason for coming was. Sit in front, and that meant... it was one of those days. His more often position, next to her against the wall, was the place he sat in to chat with her, or just generally give her the feeling that she had company. He liked sitting here better... It was, in a way, the good news, and the other spot was the bad news.
Ayumi always held her breath when Shiba came into the room. She had quickly caught onto what his seating positions meant, and was always anxious when it was time to do the deed once again. She was always relieved when he was next to her. Even when they really didn't talk about anything, it was soothing to have another presence in the room. Also, she felt a lot safer with him around. She was about to look over at him when the steel door opened up. She froze, confused by the sudden unannounced intrusion. Some guy stepped in, giving the two very odd looks. "Hey. We're going forward with the mission today instead," he explained flatly. The stranger said what he had to and left. Ayumi froze, looking at Shiba in panic, a confused noise escaping her.
Yoshiki looked as someone came in, his heart sinking at the news. Another mission... He didn't want to leave the girl by herself, nor did he want to snatch someone else, but it... could hardly be helped... After all, he couldn't just do as he pleased. It wasn't his life on the line here. He shifted to get up, but caught the girl's look and sound. She... would think horribly of him... But... he didn't have another choice open to him. He continued to move to stand, trying to ignore whatever look she was giving him.
Ayumi continued to stare at him in dismay as he said nothing. She felt absolute terror of the idea of him not being around. Also, the idea... he was doing this stuff... it made her feel awful that she liked his company. When he moved to stand, she shot her arms out quickly, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket tightly. "Don't. Please," she begged, tears quickly welling in her eyes. "Don't go." As selfish as it was, she mostly didn't want his presence gone for who knows how long... She was scared, weak, and would be open to anyone who wanted to do anything to her. She didn't want him to leave.
Yoshiki only got halfway up before he felt a tug at his sleeve. He went back down slightly to one knee, turning to look at the girl. Her tight grip, watering eyes, and immense fear in her voice and eyes made his heart lurch painfully. He stared for a quiet moment, not wanting to leave her, but... he didn't like what was coming into his mind if he didn't go... Then again, this all could be pointless if he did... Someone like Tanaka could come in and do horrible things, which would make everything so far for naught. That, and trying to save one while kidnapping another... it seemed cruel and counter productive. He sighed, trying to expel the weight on his chest, but to no avail. His mind was unable to tear his arm from her grip, so he ended up settling his back flat against the wall. "Okay... I'll stay...," he answered, glancing away from her. He hoped the punishment would be solely on him...
Ayumi stared up at him, waiting anxiously for his response. Her grip was as tight as she could manage; her strength wasn't much with the hard to find sleep and little food. She tensed slightly as he sighed, unsure if he was going to tear away from her or settle back down. She relaxed slightly as he leaned back down, her grip on his arm slackening but not removing itself. A sob of relief broke from her as he confirmed he was going to stay. "Th-thank you," she whimpered, shaking lightly. She couldn't survive this if he wasn't around. It didn't even cross her mind that their would be a punishment dealt and that Shiba was technically shirking his duty to the sick group. All she cared about was him staying near her. She would be fine if he was around...
Yoshiki was overall relieved that when it was time that Koga confronted him about skipping out on the mission, it was a beating that was only focused on him. As usual, it was majority hits to his abdomen and chest, and he would be incredibly sore for a long while, but it was much better than any alternative.
Though, today wouldn't be fun. They would take pictures of the girl today, and that meant she had to be clean. Having her on reserve, he took this duty upon himself. It was weird to be washing someone this old for them, but it was to make sure no spot was missed, and the victims were usually too weak to wash themselves. He had entered the girl's cell and briefed her on the situation, feeling as bad as he usually did. He didn't know what was worse, though... Violating her inside, or outside... One would assume inside, but both seemed equally horrible. He took her to the bathing area, which admittedly didn't look that bad compared to the rest of their surroundings. "Alright... I'll... let you undress yourself," he told her turning away and going towards were the soap and washcloths were. He pushed up his sleeves, giving a heavy sigh as he tried to calm his nerves, and take the edge off the pain that resided in his stomach and sides. Though, his chest also being bruised, the breath made him ache only more. "Tell me when you're done and in," he said without looking back. The tub was about the normal length of ones in houses, but it's width was equal to it's length. Basically, it was a large square, that was filled up to the rib-cage if one was sitting, with lukewarm water. They were lucky it wasn't ice cold... Actually, he had been expecting it to be, but being wet and in such a temperature would easily get her sick. Not a state that you could 'sell' her in, really, he guessed.
Ayumi felt dread sink in her stomach as Shiba explained the entire situation to her. She hadn't been naked in front of him, or anyone, ever. She felt mortification pulsing through her head uncomfortably as she tried to stay calm. It wasn't ideal... but, there was a small bright-side. She was going to be clean, which was going to feel pretty nice. She felt pretty gross in her school uniform, though, she'd likely just be putting it on again once this was all over with. It was weird to finally be outside her little cell. Walking had felt almost foreign to her. When they got the bathroom, her nerves were jittering like crazy. She didn't want to be naked... or washed like a child. The entire thing would be awkward and uncomfortable. She glanced over at him as he informed her she could undress herself. It was a small condolence in an unfavorable situation. She made a small noise to confirm she'd heard him. She glanced at the tub wearily. 'At least you'll be clean,' she told herself. Humiliated and stripped of her dignity... but at least she'd be clean. She sighed as she finally worked up the nerve to begin stripping herself down. She felt horribly exposed as everything was taken off and put aside. Urgh, she really wished she could just do this herself. She sighed weakly, eyes narrowing as she couldn't stop feeling crippling embarrassment. She almost didn't want to get in the tub, because then he'd have to turn around and see her bare. Ayumi finally forced herself in the tub as she felt too cold and weird just standing there naked. The water wasn't as warm as she normally liked, but it wasn't too bad. She sunk down into the water, her face a bright red. She gave herself a moment to compose before speaking, "Uh, okay." She didn't want to say 'ready' because she wasn't.
Yoshiki turned after gathering the necessary items and her verbal okay. He would try not to pay attention too much to her, and while he couldn't avoid feeling most of her, he could definitely refrain from letting his eyes wonder where they didn't need to be. He got the washrag soapy, then mentally prepared himself. One hand moved to continuously gather water and run it down her back from her neck. Once she was adequately wet, he began to scrub, getting the least intimate spots first. His other hand that had drenched her skin moved to push her hair over her shoulder when needed. He slowly moved down, further with each passing minute as he finished cleaning one part of her. Eventually, her back was done, the washrag moving around to start on her side and eventually part of her stomach, his other hand resting on the opposite waist, mostly to help keep her body from shifting. Again, this made him feel awful, because it surely couldn't be enjoyable, but it had to be something he did. No one else here would treat her with as much courtesy.
Ayumi was tense and her mind overrode with embarrassment at first. Though, at his gentle scrubbing movements, her mind found itself losing thought of her mortification and instead enjoying the movements. She shut her eyes as he washed her, concentrating on how nice his hands actually felt. It was weird that she was even okay with this... maybe because it wasn't really anything sexual in nature being forced on her. But... with the water... and the fact she was actually feeling relaxed for the first time in a long time, she found her mind considering an idea. "Shiba..." she mumbled quietly. She may just make this all the more weirder by talking, but she wasn't going to let that scare her off.
Yoshiki was a bit surprised she was talking. He also had no clue what she wanted to speak to him about... The only thing he could think of was that she was anxious about other activities, but he couldn't be sure. "Mm?" he made a small noise to show he heard her, and to coax her to say more. His hands kept working despite the conversation starting, moving more towards the middle of her stomach.
Ayumi had no idea what was happening to her feelings at that moment. His hands were gentle and comforting. She was actually accustomed to contact with him. She didn't know if she should be alarmed or relieved that she felt this way. "W...well...," she mumbled, embarrassed to really throw her thought out there. It was... very weird... that she'd even want that.
Yoshiki tried to read into what she wanted. She was being very hesitant with her words, and she sounded nervous... She must have assumed, with the atmosphere and situation, that this would be one of those times they'd have to have sex... Just in case it was, and she was tensing because of worry, he'd go ahead and clear the thought from her mind. "We don't have to right now... if that's what you wanted to ask," he mentioned, reaching down to get her lower abdomen. He was mostly treating this like a job, so he didn't view this as feeling her up.
Ayumi felt more embarrassment weigh on her as he spoke, trying to guess what her small, choppy words meant. "Uh..." she mumbled, trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to say. 'Just take this opportunity to retreat. It's a bad idea,' she told herself firmly. 'A really, really poorly thought out idea...' she repeated, as if it would change the myriad of emotions swimming around through her. As his hand moved lower, something powerful stirred inside of her that rose above everything else she felt. "Ngh," the small sound escaped her, a blush rising to her cheeks.
Yoshiki immediately registered the noise as some sort of discomfort, since this certainly wasn't an act free of embarrassment or shame. "Sorry..," he muttered as an instinct, another apology he didn't mean to let slip out. But, it was already out there, and she hadn't seemed to be angry with his last utterance of 'sorry.' So... maybe she didn't mind it... He guessed because he really did mean it. He didn't want to do any of this to her.
Ayumi's eyes narrowed as she stared forward into the water. Her heart was beating unusually quick and it was leaving her a little lightheaded feeling. "N...no..." she said after a small pause. She just had to say it... It would be better this way, anyway... "I'd...rather now, instead of tomorrow," she said quietly, forcing her eyes to move in his direction. This was probably completely out of left field. She hardly expected to say something like that herself.
Yoshiki already found himself shocked at her uttered 'no', wondering what she could mean. He was even more dumbfounded as she finally reached what she had been wanting to say. "Eh...?" he muttered, blinking a couple of times, before adding to his lacking inquiry, "Are you... sure?" He didn't really know where this was coming from... He would have never thought he'd hear her asking for it, no matter the situation they were placed into.
Ayumi shifted slightly at his question. She asked herself the same thing, and really... the idea... didn't upset her. "Yes," she said firmly. Although, she felt like she had to justify why she was okay with it, in a way that didn't involve her own emotions. "I-I mean, with the water, I'll be...," she started to say, eyes moving aside once again. She couldn't muster to utter the actual words. "Y-you know," she mumbled, watching the water ripples travel through the tub.
Yoshiki stared at her, still hardly believing his ears, but at her explanation later, he guessed he could see where she was coming from... Foreplay when your mind was against it only did so much, so with the water, it wouldn't be as bad as opposed to tomorrow. "If... you're certain...," he replied with a small frown. Really, he dreaded these moments too, and this one sneaked up on him. He began to pull his hands away from her, though stopping this activity and starting another one that was unpleasant for her didn't make him feel any better.
Ayumi felt a little nervous by throwing this out there. Then again, by making the decision, she felt like she actually had some power. And, while that may not exactly be true, the illusion coaxed her into a less anxious mindset. She nodded lightly as he spoke, her eyes moving to his hands. She didn't know what possessed her, but a small mischievous glint sparked in her eye as she snatched his hand in her's and with a quick, hard, unexpected yank, pulled him into the tub with her.
Yoshiki was taken completely off-guard, not expecting anything like what she pulled. So, he lost his balance easily. "Gah!" he gave a short, small shout, before tumbling forward. His upper half plus some ended up over the edge of the tub, and into the water, with a medium sized splash. Save for his other arm, which was across her shoulders. He pulled his head out from the water after a second of being dazed, small coughs erupting from his lungs, since he certainly hadn't been prepared to hold his breath. "Ack... Wh-what was that for?.." he muttered, still slightly bewildered, his cheeks tinted with a small amount of red at the fact she had gotten the better of him. Once he regained his senses somewhat, he noticed her hand over his, a small flutter feeling in his chest. He blinked, his expression growing somewhat softer. He didn't really give his actions any thought as his hand turned over to grab hers back.
Ayumi couldn't stop a small giggle from rising at his bewildered expression. It was actually quite cute. She hadn't laughed at all while in this place, so the sound was almost foreign to her but it had an uplifting factor to it. She went silent as she caught his expression and softness it held, unsure how to feel about it. Her eyes widened slightly as she suddenly felt his hand grasp her. Her blood rushed excitably in her veins, in a way that she couldn't really deny that... she may like Shiba more than she should. The entire situation was weird... but... he made her feel okay, even happy at times, in this place. So, her feelings couldn't be wrong... Her hand gripped his back and a gentle smile tugged at her lips. She shifted in the water, so she could lean forward to press her lips against his. The thought of rejection didn't even enter her mind... she could always play it off as necessary foreplay. But, she hoped she didn't have to go in that direction.
Yoshiki was too absorbed in the feeling of their hands to pay attention to anything else. He had never really liked another person romantically, nor had he ever received such feelings... It was hard to believe that's what was really happening here... but he couldn't deny that his hand had held her's without his input. That meant something, right? Though... liking her... or, if it was mutual... it was going to make this a lot more dangerous. But hearts weren't very smart a lot of the time. He was jolted out of his thoughts by the feeling of her lips pressed against his. Yes, it had happened before, but with all these new things bubbling up out of his chest, it actually felt right for once. Along with the fact that she had initiated it. His chest felt light for once, and the red that was rarely seen on him deepened. Despite the risk of letting such affections grow, he felt his eyes shut and he began to kiss back.
Ayumi felt a pulsing warmth radiate as he kissed back without question. She didn't want to think about anything besides the fact she liked the way it felt. Their situation... their location... everything surrounding them... she wanted to just forget about that, because kissing him felt nice. The hand that wasn't held in his moved to the back of his head, her wet fingers moving into his hair. She let the innocence of the kiss continue for a little while longer, but found herself wanting more. Her tongue shyly moved to ask for permission into his mouth, an action she could hardly believe she was doing.
Yoshiki felt greatly different compared to a few minutes ago. Their hands, the kiss, and her fingers in his hair... It changed his tune of reluctance incredibly quickly. It was weird how this sort of just jolted to life, though... But now that his feelings of responsibility were evolving into stronger feelings, it may be tougher to keep his true intentions from the group. That, and their... interactions would be a lot more consensual and enjoyable, rather than forced and painful. Really, it had never been the latter, but at least there hadn't been... er, noises... Basically, feelings beyond protection would be easier for Koga to uncover and irritate. But his brain wasn't exactly thinking out the consequences of carrying on. Besides... this development, now that it was happening, was inevitable. The second he felt her ask to deepen it, he obliged, his own unoccupied hand moving to stroke her hair.
Ayumi couldn't believe these feelings burning warmly inside of her came to life. She had only ever had a crush on one other boy, Mochida Satoshi... but, the flame she held for Shiba was of a much different caliber. Shiba was so watchful and gentle with her, and she had probably spent more time talking to him than any boy before. She trusted Shiba a lot too. She didn't think he'd ever do anything to purposefully hurt her... Maybe she was letting her heart take too much command in this decision but she couldn't ignore it. As the kiss deepened, she slowly gathered more confidence in the movement of her tongue. Meshing, pressing, twisting, it all made her toes curl with marvelous little shivers of pleasure moving down her spine. Her one hand slid out of his hair, awkwardly getting between the two as she began to try to unbutton his white shirt. It was hard to do with a wet hand, and she didn't exactly have experience undressing someone.
Her taste and movements against his tongue was putting a fire in his lower abdomen that he hadn't really experienced before. He kept working with her tongue and getting a feeling of her mouth, while his hand in her hair slid down, following the curves of her frame. For some reason, he still didn't feel entitled to her chest, so he let his hand run everywhere on her upper half except there. Instead of dread, he began feeling an anxiousness bubbling inside as her hand came to unbutton his shirt. Yes, if the group had ever had this problem before, he was sure it'd be one of the big ones on the list of rules, yet he was risking it. He truly was an idiot... but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to fuck her. He wanted to make love.
Ayumi shivered pleasurably as his hand began to move along her body. It was amazing how her tune has changed, because what felt wrong before felt so right now. Although, it was hard to not notice his avoidance of her chest... She stopped unbuttoning his shirt for a moment gently take his hand and lead it over her breast. Her face was red, a little embarrassed by her own action. She wanted him to know he could touch her anywhere. Her hand then went back to finishing unbuttoning the white undershirt. She wouldn't be able to really shove off the shirt and jacket without her other hand, but she didn't want to break their held hands. Although, they would have to if they really wanted to move this along, which she certainly wanted to do.
Yoshiki was somewhat embarrassed as his hand was moved to her chest, but he couldn't help being glad he was permitted to caress her. He didn't care about physical attributes... as long as he was touching her, it brought a fire to his stomach, and not of anger. She was soft, and most likely tender, therefore he loved the feel. Though, he felt the last button of his shirt give way, and he guessed it was time to part. After all, he'd rather get into a better position anyways. Slouched over the side of the tub wasn't exactly the most comfortable. Even though he didn't like to, he separated his hand from her's and pulled away from the kiss. He sat back, shrugging off his dripping jacket and shirt. He slipped off the red undershirt, tossing it to the side with his other wet clothes. He wondered if their dampness would raise suspicion, but it only crossed his mind for a short moment. He pushed off his shoes, getting rid of all the rest of the cloth that was only in the way. It was weird to be so eager for this now, but it turning into a pleasurable experience came with its own cons... He'd address them with her later. He sunk into the water next to her, his hand that had missed the contact moved to hold hers again.
Little gasps and pants rose from her as he moved his hand against her breast, the sensitivity caused a stirring in her lower abdomen. Ayumi felt a pang in her chest as he pulled away for a moment, though it was only to get rid of his own clothes. She realized that this was actually the first time they were seeing each other like this, because the way they had did it before was as detached as possible. She couldn't help but watch as he took off his clothing. Once his red shirt was off, though, she felt a jolt of concern. He had some nasty looking bruises spread over his torso... She frowned lightly, her mind sidetracking as worry clouded her thoughts. Her hand quickly gripped his as it came back into contact. "W-what happened?" she asked, eyes stuck in the direction of his bruises.
Yoshiki had actually forgotten about the marks himself until she asked about them. He paused a moment, not really wanting her to worry over it. After all, he was a little concerned she'd blame herself. He shook his head with a small smile. "Nothing, it's fine. Don't worry about it," he attempted to assure her. It had been his own choice to stay by her side, so it really was his fault. After all, he had known the consequences, so it wasn't like he hadn't seen it coming as soon as he agreed to stay by her side. It definitely wasn't something he regretted, because now she actually felt like his, and his alone, but in a different sense. Now, it was romantic possessiveness, which he assumed was even stronger than feeling responsibility for.
Ayumi's frown did not waver at his vague attempt to get her to forget it. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her free hand delicately moved her fingers to brush over one of the spots that were bruised. "Shiba... is this something that happened because you're protecting me?" she asked quietly, guilt already settling in. She knew he was risking so much for her, but for some reason the thought of him actually getting hurt didn't seem possible. Now that she saw solid proof in front of her, she was scared what may end up happening.
Yoshiki went quiet for a moment, figuring his comment to not worry would be disregarded. "Well..," he started, looking to the side. He mys well be honest with her... Lying about it may only cause more problems, or more worry from her. "... Not directly... This was for skipping out on a mission," he answered, and even though it had to do with protecting her, they still didn't know that was his motive. If those boneheads had figured that out, he wouldn't have gotten off so easily, and they wouldn't be letting him around her at all anymore... Not that he'd listen to them at this point.
Ayumi's eyes fell down to the water, her bangs hiding her eyes from view. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have made you stay...," she said quietly. He was hurt because of her. Even if she didn't want him going out on those 'missions' and leaving the vicinity, she shouldn't have interfered like she did. Of course he would have gotten in trouble for that. It had been selfish and asking too much. Now, he paid the price and she would guess any punishments received from here out would probably just get worse and worse.
Yoshiki frowned slightly, eyes sliding back over to her. He knew it'd be like this... but she really shouldn't feel guilty. She never chose to get captured here and put through hell. He did, though, both ending up here in the first place and taking risks to protect her when she first came. "Don't start that, okay?" he asked gently, his free hand coming to her head to lean her into him, then kissed her lightly on the head. Their feelings had only just started minutes ago, but he already felt such a myriad of feelings towards her. He leaned his head against her's before continuing, "I'm the one who agreed to stay, who knew the consequences. I'm the one who started this crazy ambition, well aware of how strict and dangerous these guys are if crossed. I put myself in this, so don't ever blame yourself."
Ayumi blushed lightly as she felt him lean her into him, the kiss caused a fluttering in her chest. The action was tender and comforting, something she could already find herself adjusting into. Her hand gripping his tightened a little more as he spoke. Even with the reasons he stated, it was hard to shake the guilt. Maybe if it had been before the feelings triggered, she wouldn't feel so bad about it. Now? Now she was worried sick about him. "...Thank you, Shiba," she finally said after a thoughtful pause. "For doing all of this for me... You're making things so much harder on yourself because of this decision... but, I'm... really thankful you chose this path," she said, her overwhelming emotions caused tears to well in her eyes. She would have been completely broken if it wasn't for him.
Yoshiki closed his eyes, listening to her words of gratitude. At first, he hadn't wanted any, for he felt like he had done too much in the past to make up for. There should be no thanks, but yet... he found himself really cherishing her words. They meant a lot to him... Even though he owed it to her to protect her, since he had determined as much. It was the only way he could turn his life around, at least in the slightest... If he could save her... it would mean he wasn't just for making things worse, as Tsubota had claimed. "... I am too..," he replied softly, his grip tightening in response of her's. If only he had chosen a different path much earlier, before all this... He could have met Ayumi through school, and maybe the same feelings would come up. Then... his imagination wondered, creating the fabrication that if things had gone that way, she wouldn't have been walking home by herself that evening...
Ayumi shifted her head to bring their lips together once more. It was amazing how natural this felt, now that she didn't feel like she was being forced into the situation. After a moment, though, she tugged her mouth away enough so she could speak. "I want you, Shiba," she said with a light purr to her voice. She wanted this, him. Even if the entire situation they were in was messed up beyond belief, they were able to find some good in it. She still desperately wanted to get home, back to a normal life. But, now, she really wanted Shiba to come with her and be a part of that.
Yoshiki quickly kissed her back, opening his eyes and looking into her's as she pulled away. A warmth spread in his chest, and for the first time, he wasn't alone, and found himself happy. But... this couldn't last... His eyes narrowed, his thoughts going downhill as he remembered there really was no way he could just carry on a normal life after this. He also felt... he didn't deserve a happy life, since he had helped in destroying many girls' lives. Still... he found his heart going before his brain, uttering a small, "I want you too." He smiled, trying to put off his realistic, pessimistic thoughts. He wanted to be selfish... and indulge in this love.
Ayumi felt a heat between her legs at his small utterance. She smiled lightly, reconnecting their lips and deepening it shortly after. She sort of wanted to be on top, but... she didn't have the energy to keep up an action like that long. The people here weren't exactly concerned with her well-being, so much as keeping her just alive enough to be able to sell her, it seemed. Her hand trailed carefully down his torso, worried about how his bruises may take this. Him doing that action... he would definitely be in pain. Maybe she should just try being on top... it wasn't like she really needed energy to sit in a cell all day. "Can I... be on top?" she asked after pulling her mouth away once again.
Yoshiki thoroughly enjoyed the kiss, her taste sending a nice tingling down his spine. His eyes stared into her's as she brought up the idea of being on top. Hah, exactly what Koga had told him not to do, but it's not like he cared about what Koga said. He'd actually encourage himself to give Ayumi the power, since it would be the opposite effect on her willpower that Koga was trying to enforce. Plus there were the facts that it would feel better for her because she knew exactly where to hit, and his torso really couldn't take the movements. He was much too sore for dominance, he would admit. Another thing that may make the others suspicious... Though, he guessed he could blame his clothes getting wet as he slipped and fell in on accident. Yes, he would get poked fun at again, but it was better than them finding out what he was really up to. "Sure," he replied simply.
Ayumi nodded, glad he was agreeing to it. It just solidified her knowledge that he wasn't like the other guys in this place. He wasn't obsessed with making himself feel more powerful, like they all seemed to be. She moved her hand to his side, nudging him to move and sit down. Thank goodness the tub was as large as it was, otherwise the flipping of positions would have been a lot more difficult. Once he was in position, she moved onto his lap. Her face was bright red as she suddenly felt a lot more aware of their bareness. Plus, even if the water was a small veil to their most intimate parts, she could still see his length. She was definitely nervous, but now that she was actually turned on, she doubted it would hurt as much as it had. As she adjusted herself on his lap, trying to figure out how to exactly do this, his dick brushed against her. She let out a sharp gasp, back arching slightly. It felt good, really good. Better than she thought sex could feel and it was only a light touch.
Yoshiki was unsure of what to do, beyond letting her have control. It wasn't technically her first, but it was at the same time in some way, so he guessed he'd let her take it slow. Though, it was apparent that would be more difficult than it had been in the past as she brushed against him. It was really surprising how much a mental change would change the appeal of sex so much in such a little amount of time. Along with her gasp, he flinched slightly, letting slip a small grunt.
Ayumi blushed a little deeper at hearing his grunt. The atmosphere was so completely changed from the other times they were forced into this. She actually wanted to hear more from him. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance, since the tub wouldn't help in that. She moved against him again, grinding her hip to have his length move against her outer folds. The movement was so slick because of the water's assistance. She realized she probably shouldn't spend too much time experimenting, since the longer this took, the more chance of the other people around here noticing. She used one of her hands to move between them so she could guide his tip to the right angle. Her hand returned to his shoulder, nails digging lightly into his skin as she slowly began to move down. Inch by inch his dick moved deeper, filling her to the brim. For once, there was no pain or discomfort. She panted heavily when he was completely in her, giving herself a moment to compose before starting the action.
Yoshiki shuddered at the movements against him. Even though they aroused the other, he mostly tried to fight back noises, both just in case and for fairness. For safety, and so she could get practice, he'd have to tell her about the sounds she would now probably make. When she adjusted him, there was a spike of eagerness in his body, and then she started taking him in, which he couldn't stop a pent up, low moan. He had to get his mind together before she started, which was difficult with how good she felt inside now, but he had to. "Aahn... J-just to let you know... This isn't completely good news... If anyone hears you enjoying it, we'll be found out...," he managed to get out in a soft voice, opening his eyes slightly to make contact with her's. Her heavy pants were making the fire in his lower abdomen grow hotter, but he still had to keep his wits about him.
Ayumi stared at Shiba as he explained the situation, nodding lightly. As difficult as it may be at times, she would have to force herself to bite down any noises. Even if, in these small moments, she was able to pretend they were in a different place under different circumstances, she had to keep herself under control. She didn't want to be taken from him, so she would be quiet. She just hoped it was as easy as it sounded. "Okay..." she said breathlessly. With that warning in mind, she began to move. Her movements were slow and calculated at first, as she figured out what felt good. She leaned forward a bit, grinding against him. A sharp blur of pleasure clouded her mind, a moan almost escaping her. She trembled slightly as she now knew which way to move, but was worried her mouth may betray her. She would use him to muffle any sounds, but she worried she'd get carried away and a hickey would give them away just as fast. She bit down hard on her lower lip as she moved herself to grind once again. The pleasure shot through her like a drug, her eyes clouding over. Her pace became quicker, the water around her moving in waves at her motions.
Yoshiki was thankful he had gotten that explanation out of the way, but was worried about whether or not she could pull it off. His mind couldn't focus on anything, though, as she started moving. Even though he could make noises, he would try to hold them back, just because it was only fair. If he couldn't put forth the effort, he shouldn't expect her to. But, as her pace started to pick up, moving him against her with such mind-numbing friction, it was apparent this would not be an easy task, especially when both were at the end of their ropes.
Ayumi could only process the pleasure she was feeling, choked small gasps kept escaping her throat. It felt so hard to bite back a cry as the friction increased and a heat spread from her pussy throughout her body. Her legs and sides were quickly burning from the exercise, and she realized she couldn't keep the pace too much longer. She moved him deeper into her, the movement hitting something that was very good. She let out a yelp, and quickly bit the inside of her cheek to cut it off the sound. She buried her head against the nook of his neck as an incredible pulsing shot throughout her body. The desire to scream burned in her chest, but she knew the consequences would be too great, so she tried to stay silent.
Yoshiki felt the same extreme sensation as she moved him deeper. It was better than the friction before, which he had thought to be impossible. As she leaned into him, his hands shifted to hold her closer, one on her back and the other cradling the back of her head. His muscled tensed, his brain felt completely blank, but he still kept in mind to keep down the pleasurable groans by biting his tongue. The pain kept him grounded as he hit his breaking point, but he had to hold off. He couldn't come inside, not wanting to ruin her future even more. His hands moved down to her hips to lift her off, a painfully slow process, or at least it felt like it. He sat her back down just above his dick before finally being able to release. He was pretty certain he tasted blood in his mouth, but his mind was much too exhausted to really take in the pain over the overwhelming pleasure that had passed. He held her body close, so that it fit to his, for once happy at how things went. Though, it was also a passing feeling.
Ayumi allowed him to move her as necessary, her lagging brain slowly catching up on why he was moving her before release. It was little details like this that assured her he wasn't like the other guys in this place. He really cared about her. Ayumi whimpered quietly as she nuzzled against him, her body slumping against his. She was completely exhausted but it was a satisfied type. Of course, she couldn't lie against him and sleep... she had to get pictures taken. Ugh, the thought made her moods conflict. It was too bad... this was the most comfortable she had felt in this place. Sleep was always fitful and unpleasant on the floor of her cell.
Yoshiki took a few minutes to recuperate, but it was also because his fogged mind wanted to savor the comfort. However, when his head cleared, he knew he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be relaxing, or letting this love develop. The realization dragged down his mood, but now that these feelings were revealed, there was no retracting them. It would be cruel to her. He shifted to sit her back down against the bottom of the tub, getting out after. It was always unpleasant to put on wet clothes, but he didn't take to the idea of leaving without a shirt on. He wrung out his red shirt first, then pulled it back on. He grabbed the wash cloth, since he still wasn't finished. The only good thing that remained in his head about this new development was that washing her wouldn't be awkward now. He could touch everywhere, without it being ill received. He guessed that sort of helped if anyone came in on them, since avoiding her chest wouldn't look very 'in charge.' He sighed, nothing coming to mind that he could talk about, but the silence was good too, he guessed. It also allowed his mind to wonder. After these pictures, bids would start... A new disgust triggered in his stomach, much more powerful than before. But again, this new passion... may be his undoing.