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Warning...Takazura SMUT

DECAY HEAT CHAPTER 6 : BREAKING

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"Stay with me." Takasugi ordered.

"No." I said, frowning at his tone.

Takasugi's face looked as pissed as a wet cat. He grabbed my waist. "Fuck 'em. Tell them you need space."

"You're right. I do need space." I said through gritted teeth, struggling again. "From you."

The shape of Takasugi's smile nuzzled itself into its habitual spot on my neck and his familiar scent began intoxicating me. As if reading my thoughts, Takasugi licked a hot line up my throat and murmured near my lips."Don't be stupid, Zura. Do you think you can end this anytime you feel like it? I want you here with me in Kyoto."

"Kyoto?!" My voice went high. "You mean we-" I finally got free from Takasugi and flung open the shoji screen. It was still dark, I saw nothing, no land, no lights, just whitecaps rolling across the vast darkness. A strong wave crashed against the boat, splattering on the wet deck, bringing with it a gust of storm scented wind. A monstrous shadow flitted through the room, chilling my spine. I felt very small.

"Whoa!" Takasugi slammed the screen shut. "Watch the candle."

"Where are we now?" I demanded.

Takasugi looked innocent. "One hour away from my little room at the Kiheitai headquarters. But we won't be going there tonight. "A secretive smile crept across his lips. "First, I want you to meet a mutual friend of ours."

I frowned. "In Kyoto…? Who is it?"

"He's one of our kind …actually, an important man, so we can't have you meeting him in your pajamas, can we?"

"Why should I meet him?"

"I already told you, Zura…so that I can have you next to me in Kyoto, where you belong."

"Then I don't want to meet him."

"Suit yourself." Takasugi laughed. "You have one hour to make up your mind. Oh by the way, did you ask for a spare shirt?" Takasugi stripped naked in front of me, balled his yukata and threw it into my arms. I grabbed hold of the slippery silk, Takasugi's scent wafted up, attracting me and irritating me at the same time. "Kisama!" I flung it away, the fabric ballooned and slid sensuously onto the wooden floor. Laughing, Takasugi calmly lit his pipe using the candle, puffed a few times and left the room, dressed only in smoke.

I opened the shoji again, placed my arm across the gap and leaned into the dark salty wind. Were we really one hour away from Kyoto? Well…despite my objections, we'd better be. A small houseboat like this had painfully slim chance of surviving a storm at sea. I brooded up at the heavy misty stormclouds twisting in the sky. The prospect of being possessed like some sex-object did not appeal to my self-image. Added to that I had misled Saigo into thinking I would be back soon…Dammit, I shouldn't have just assumed the boat hadn't been traveling while I was sleeping! A lot of my trust in Takasugi rested on the fact that Tsunpo had staked his reputation to bring me here. If anything happened to me, my comrades would ruin Tsunpo. Unless…I was seen as willingly defecting to the Kiheitai?!

"Never!" And you know what, my friends trusted me so much, they would never believe I could do such a thing out of my own free will. I would never choose lust over friendship.

The other shoji slid open and Takasugi entered wearing a brilliant red…what?...was he dressed in? A red crepe robe, the plunging collar at best resembling a distant cousin of a ripped apart Manchurian "qipao". Metallic gold embroidery of a dragon snaked round the back.

"Takasugi…?" I was astonished by his fashion sense.

He looked down, his face was slightly flushed. "I don't have a spare shirt…this happens to be Bansai's underrobe. Don't look at me like that! It's Y-3!!"

Bansai's underrobe?? The stoic assassin actually wore such a flashy garment underneath his military-style leather jacket? Amazing…ly creative.I raised one eyebrow. "I don't want to wear your yukata, Takasugi, why don't you lend me that one? I'll return it as soon as I can."

"No Zura, how can I let you wear another man's-" He bit off the rest of his words. "What's wrong with my robe? Are you afraid you might be recognized? Do you even realize how seldom I even wear that? No one's going to know the difference. Here, "he coaxed, picking up my white linen jacket, "Put this over and no one will see."

"That's not the issue." I folded my arms, eyeing the long, girly sleeves of my white cotton underrobe. Perhaps under the hazy euphoric neons of Kabuki-cho, they would be unnoticeable, but to walk out in broad daylight dressed as an okama…that would mean a totally different kind of man. But how different would I be if I walked home wearing Takasugi's infamous butterfly prints? I suddenly felt anxious, face growing hot. Even worse… I decided. I pretended to shrug casually, avoiding Takasugi's gaze as I reached for my jacket. "Forget it, I'm fine this way."

Somehow I wasn't surprised when Takasugi refused to let go of my jacket and instead used it to pull me towards him. I immediately flinched away as if singed, walked away a few steps. His deep voice took on a seductive undertone, "You hurt my feelings, Zura…after all that we did..."

All we did?! "Indeed." I coldly shrugged. "I thought you wanted it too."

"Sure. You can tie as many red strings around me as you like…so long as its you, Zurako...Chan" Takasugi paused suggestively on the last word, he put a finger under his chin, studying my body appreciatively.

Disgusting.

He's disgusting. I'm disgusting. Dammit! I'll never drink again!! Sake sucks cock! I suddenly gulped at the thought, covered my mouth and looked to the side. I'm sure I didn't do such a thing, did I? Honestly the events of last night were one big blur to me, I only remembered- I-I… I buried my face into my palm. I had fun, that was the only thing I could be sure of. I sneaked a look at Takasugi. His eye was wide open, gleaming psychotically, his right hand hidden within his exotic robe which looked even more unbuttoned than before. "Stop staring at me like that, Takasugi!" I snapped.

"Why can't I?" He drawled, voice taking on an edge. "You're my man."

"Since when."

"Since you led me on, my…" Takasugi just smiled, hiding the endearment. "With your red strings. Show me your beautiful red strings again, Zura, lets do it again."

"You're obsessed!" I glared at him, he fastened his eye on me and approached casually. But his aura was too close, the light too fierce, I cast my eyes down. The polished wooden floor gleamed richly until it merged with ceiling outside the circle of faint candlelight. Within this warm circle…what did I have to be afraid of? I'm a soldier too, why was I trembling?

"Takasugi."

"Zura."

We spoke at the same moment. A blade flashed. Fresh blood poured down my snowy white shirtfront, the cotton fluttered aside, the fluid cascaded down my chest, dyed my sleeves red and flowed down to my hem. I gasped in shock, but felt no pain. Like a beast, Takasugi's arms encircled my waist, grabbed a fistful of my hair and bit down on my left jugular, sucking it forcefully. With my thighs clasped that way, the pit of my stomach felt so pleasurably warm, a sharp pain appeared, it pooled and spread, like fire, it couldn't be stopped. All I noticed were how the strands of my long hair flickered in the breeze, they were brown, almost blonde…"Think about me for a change." I heard him say.

"I want you."

I was shoved by my lapels onto the wooden floor, I fell backwards with a light thump, not so painful but I struggled for air. The heavy weight of Takasugi immediately landed on top of me, his familiar smell, his strong aura, the tightening of my own hands on his shoulders felt like the most natural thing… I began feeling scared…even last night…we hadn't-

"Zura…do you remember what you promised?"

Promise…? No…I shook my head weakly…what was he talking about?

"N-no…"

"Noo? You said it…you said something else…"

NOOO~! The front part of my underrobe was open and Takasugi licked one nipple while pushing one hand harshly from the center of my chest to my collarbone. Nnnngh..nhhh!! I protested, pushing myself forward on my elbows, but he pushed me back down by clutching my neck, squeezing it with his fingers, in a way I began to feel weak and moan escaped my lips, my back arched against the floorboards all the way to my head…why…why…my body was acting completely out of my control, …no I wasn't afraid…I refused to be afraid…this has nothing to do with tradition, with what my Joi comrades would think…this has nothing to do with anyone….last night was last night, I wasn't me! Today, I want to be me! I've got to be me!! N-not…!

Not THAT thing!

I don't want to get too close to him again, I might slip off the cliff…

Be like him.

My heart pounded like crazy, Takasugi ripped apart my sash, I felt hot wetness invade my navel, my legs voluntarily jerked apart wider…

"It- It's….its 4am Takasugi!!" I hissed, "I don't want this!" Last night I was drunk…but now…if I did it again, that would mean---

"It's 4am…?" he murmured into my ear, then nipped it painfully with his teeth. "Yes, its 4am. Kukuku...Burn this into your mind. Every night at 4am…every single night…" He gripped my hand and stared deep into my eyes.

"I will fuck you…again and again…for a hundred years."

"Until you and I are exactly the same…"

Is this what you want, Zura? To tie yourself to this beast that your comrades will kill on sight…to tie string after string of red strings to a murderer, a criminal…a psycho…NEVER! I threw him off with all my strength, but Takasugi intercepted me, I found myself sitting between his legs, my legs wrapped around his waist… Kisama! I moaned accidentally. He…!! Takasugi had grabbed hold of my dick…I leaned forward, shuddering. As fast as he moved, I could do the same. I grabbed under his robe and I tightened my grip defiantly.

"You rape me... I'll fuck you."

Takasugi's eye widened in surprise, "Zurako-chan? I'm shocked, you're usually so reserved~" He suddenly burst out in smooth, bright laughter, and scooted closer, as if challenging me, his posture suggested he wouldn't be the first to come. I couldn't meet his eye at all, too embarrassed at my growing arousal, I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt his thumb wipe over my sensitive tip. But I only endured silently, breaking out into cold sweat all of a sudden. Wrong move, I regretted my impulsiveness, what am I doing? I closed my eyes and tried to breathe calmly, making my mind go cold, trying to take control. I don't care about him, I thought. I hate him. I hate his pale, translucent skin, I hate the deep red crepe framing his exposed chest, I hate how his hazel eye now looked sunny, even innocent. I hate that watery white light floating over his high cheekbones.

"Hug me, Zura." He commanded.

His tone rubbed me the wrong way, my fingers began caressing his dick, barely touching it.

"Feel me, Takasugi. " I ordered.

Unfortunately for me, Takasugi touched me at about that time, making my voice come out all weird. Weird enough for me to want to hear that delicious sound over and over. Feel me…I said again, meant it to be like "Take that!", but instead I became its first victim. My eyelids trembled like a sleepwalker, then shut tight… I felt my body dissolve into a cloud of black stars, in front of me rose an inspiring light, like a beautiful black sun, making a heavy pain bloom miserably inside my chest… This man…his soft warm breath mixed with mine, our noses touched, clearly, his scent was like scorched earth. Soft strands of hair brushed my cheek, mine or his? Was it me feeling him or him feeling me? Who wanted to move even closer…who knew that the first person to move would lose?

I felt Takasugi's body chuckle carelessly, "Did you say fill you? All the way…?"

Takasugi hugged me tightly by the waist, I could feel both his arms pulling us closer together, until there was no space between us, crushing our bodies together. When I felt his lips fitted tightly to mine I instinctually put my arms around his neck and opened my mouth, what more could I ask for? I drank in the scalding heat. Even if I could feel his tongue on top of me, pressing down, pushing me. I pushed back, with both arms around his neck, I pushed back with all my heat. I could feel the top of his dick touching mine, skin to skin. The more I knew it was me who turned him on, the more turned on I got. Maybe it was the same with him. When did that happen? Our dicks began to slide, slick with precum. We ignored it. Some dark heat filled us up from bottom to top. I wondered how strong it was going to get, yes, I'm going to stoke these black flames, let them blaze as high as it can get.

Even better, burn us both to ashes.

Maybe because I had been so obsessed by our bodies, Taka made the first move, his fingers traveled down my arms and back, it tingled like a spider, I felt annoyed, because when it was gone, my skin craved for more, it ached, it began to burn. But I didn't release my grip on his neck. I might really fall. It already took up all my strength just to feel it all, and I gave it all back to him, my eyes narrowed like an enemy before a duel. Takasugi's gaze was cold and brooding, we never broke eye contact. Waves and waves of heat washed over us, this wasn't like last night at all. This wasn't fun. This was mutual hate. For mutual blame. And mutual lust. Suddenly, Taka pressed my shoulders to the floorboards, pinned my palms beside my head and began kissing again, deeper, grinding down his hips at the same time. I moved equally shamelessly, maybe more, because I was the bottom, but I shivered when I felt Takasugi roll behind me and push me onto my side…

I sat up and shunned away.

"I can't do that!"

Taka smirked. "Yes…you can do this… don't be such a kid…this is between you and me…."

"no."

"No? Zura? Say it louder. I can't hear you!!" His voice rose in a tantrum. All of a sudden, I had a flash of intuition. "Fuck you Takasugi!" I cursed. I realized that even if I was willing to fuck him for the next hundred years starting from this day, hour and minute, he'll only make me the less for it. I could already visualize the next day, he's going to say I led him on, manipulate me, and then betray me.

At that moment, I totally lost all interest in him.

Lust can strip me of everything, except my pride.

So I used a line that I knew repelled most motherfuckers who accosted me against my will. "You're right Takasugi. I'm not a kid anymore. In fact I just had sex the other day, and last week, and every other night before that. "

"… " Takasugi's face went completely slack, like a beast who's stalked the wrong prey.

Look at me, I'm Katsura, your fucking ex-comrade, not some fluffy white-winged angel. I flicked my hair back, held out my palm and looked about the room.

"The air temperature says its 4:44am … about the usual time I get home after doing the fan dance with my clients…"

"Clients?"

"Yeah, I get lonely too, I need to fuck –"

"WHO?!" Takasugi flinched, his hands loosened, they moved to my hips, and clutched them, but with noticeably less interest.

"Whomever at hand." I shrugged.

"You mean you-"

"Yes." I stared at him emotionlessly, then added, "For money."

His pupil glittered. "Impossible. "

"Ask Saigo."

"What about Saigo?"

"I'm his bitch."

"Fuck you." Takasugi scoffed gloomily. His lust completely faded, replaced by downturned lips. He looked sad, like a bored child. He stubbornly kept his paw on me though.

"Is this what you say to every guy stupid enough to approach you, Zura?"

I pulled his neck towards me, amused to see him avoiding my touch. I drew close to his ear, "What's the difference? I am still me. You're the one who couldn't see."

Leaning back on one arm, I fluidly rose to my feet. I looked down on Takasugi. He looked at me gloomily, legs spread out. I happened to be stepping on his robe. "Sorry," I made to step out. He caught my hand tightly.

"I'm not like the other guys." He softly stated. "Guys who can't see you don't deserve you." He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, looking up at me, "But hey... Can you see me?"

My eyes widened. I was momentarily speechless. "Hey. " I laughed gently, "Can you show me?"

"I thought I just did that." I met his eyes, he looked real, he didn't smile.

I looked away, feeling utterly gloomy and sick of him. He detected this and studied me calculatingly. My eyes aimlessly swept across the room until I noticed my black kaiken with golden Katsura crest lying in a corner. I walked over to retrieve it, thinking about my friends. My real friends. It would be ridiculous for me to elevate Takasugi to the same level as them, he wasn't even worthy of Mademoiselle Saigo… speaking of which I really ought to contact Saigo…

I picked up the kaiken, tried to stash it into my sash. Only then did I realize I was completely shirtless, the white underrobe hanging in tatters from my waist. Blood was messily clotted over my chest and arms. Whatever, I sighed, feeling numb.

I felt Takasugi swing his arm casually around my shoulder and squeeze. His commanding voice was again charming and light-hearted…and utterly fake. "Zura… I don't care who you've fucked before, just don't do that again. Don't ever touch anyone again…except for me."

Che, he's still trying to get into my pants? "Honestly, I don't feel like touching anyone at the moment." I said. I balanced the kaiken in my palm like weighing out the scales of justice. I tossed it in the air then caught it with a martial arts flourish. "Ever seen a kaiken dance, Takasugi? How about I do one for you now?" I slowly withdrew the gleaming blade from its enamel sheath. What if I killed him, can I cut away these red strings?

"Kukuku... I know you too well, Zura…Gintoki and I always knew your weakness." I shot him a murderous look. He smiled pleasantly."You give up too easily. When things don't go your way you think of seppuku…now how do you expect to find your fairytale lover this way, hmm?" He teased. Slowly, he slipped his butterfly yukata over my bloodied shoulders, then pulled me to his chest, comforting my body with his radiant heat, his scent of fields, his tight embrace. I turned my face away like a lifeless doll. The sadder I got, the happier he became, for he rubbed his nose affectionately against my cheek, then whispered into my ear.

"Unlike you Zura, I have faith. When I said a hundred years, I meant a hundred years."

He continued to hug me warmly as if to prove his patience. For about 3 or 4 minutes, we listened to the rocking of the boat and whistles from the wind. His steady heartbeats begun lulling me to sleep. I finally buried my face in his shoulder and hugged him back.

"Really?" I murmured.

I wasn't surprised when he burbled with demonic laughter.

"With or without your heart!"

To be continued...

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A/N: Special thanks to cclemon for your awesome fanart. I hope you liked this chapter *gulp*

First time doing SMUT, I hope it came out ok? orz..orz... Flames welcome too, I'll try harder next time! xP