I walked into the Dojo, quickly discarding my high heels at the door. I looked around to see Miu and Sakaki were talking in hushed voices that silenced when they saw me.

"What?" I asked.

"Did…did something happen between you and Akisame?" Miu asked.

"Why?" I questioned.

"He's been locked in his work room all day," Sakaki said. "We can't figure out why. You're the only person we haven't asked yet since you left for work early this morning."

I recalled what had happened last night and blushed, looking away.

"Has he eaten?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Miu fretted.

"Can you fix me a tray to take to him?" I requested. She nodded and ran off to the kitchen to do as I asked. Sakaki eyed me curiously.

"So what happened?" he asked bluntly. "Did you two get into a fight?"

"No," I said, dropping my voice so that only he could hear. "Last night he woke me up from an erotic dream, thinking it was a nightmare and…"

"Oh…well…" Sakaki blushed, but closed his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Did he…realize?" he asked.

"I told him after a while," I said. "He was trying to comfort me and pulled me into his lap."

"So?" he asked.

"I was…wet…and he felt it…" I said. Sakaki's blush got darker.

"I see," he said. "Did that upset him?"

"He got…aroused," I explained. "I felt it and…things escalated."

"Did you two…" he trailed of, making a general gesture with his hand.

"No," I said. "He stopped and apologized, then left."

Sakaki sighed and ran a hand over his face.

"I see," he said.

"Well explain it to me, because I don't get it," I said.

"You and Akisame are very close," Sakaki explained, "closer than anyone else here, in fact. Yeah, you guys goof around and make jokes about being together, but Akisame is still a man and you're still a woman, a very pretty woman at that. Last night he realized that on top of being his very lovely friend, you are also a woman with sexual desires, who is warm and kind and who makes him happy. It's hard for any man to be so close to a woman he holds so dear and not be able to have her."

"You think Akisame loves me?" I asked.

"I think he has for a while," Sakaki said, "he just never realized it, until last night."

"Then why doesn't he say anything?" I asked. "Why has he locked himself in his workroom?"

"Akisame is an honorable man," Sakaki said. "He wouldn't want to upset you or hurt you and he wouldn't want to destroy your friendship."

I stared at him for a moment.

"So what do you think I should do?" I asked.

"I guess that would depend on you," he said. "Ever feel anything besides friendship for him?"

Before I could answer, Miu came back with a tray of food and handed it to me. I thanked her and made my way down the hall, stopping outside Akisame's workroom. I knocked gently on the door.

"Go away," he said. I sighed and opened the door, walking inside.

"I said…" he growled, spinning around. He stopped when he saw me, and the fierce sneer fell away from his face.

I closed the door behind me and walked over to where he sat, placing the tray on his worktable.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, sitting next to him,

"No," he said, coldly. I reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. "I've been told you were locked in here all day." He jerked away from me and looked down at his work.

"It's nothing," he said dismissively. "I've been working." I looked down at his worktable. He was doing kanji, but it lacked the usual elegance his calligraphy had. The lines were jagged and there were ink smudges on the paper. I could make out that it was an old poem called 'Desire', but the sloppy ink made it almost impossible to read.

"You should probably trash that," I said. "It's smudged and barely legible."

He didn't say anything, but crumbled up the paper and tossed it aside. I scooted closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder. I felt him tense, but he didn't look at me.

"Akisame, what's wrong?" I asked. "This isn't like you."

"It's nothing," he repeated. "Please go. I have work to do."

"You never cared before if I was with you while you worked," I pointed out.

"I've had a hard time concentrating today," he said.

"Does it have anything to do with what happened last night?" I asked. He stiffened and I could feel his piercing gaze on me, though I didn't bother to look up. I continued to lean against him, staring straight ahead.

"Don't," he barked, his voice strained.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't need to be reminded of that," he said, softly. "I said I was sorry."

I looked up at him and saw the pain in his eyes. I realized then that he thought I was upset by it. He thought I had been unwilling to have him touch me in such a manner.

"You don't have to be sorry," I said. "You didn't hurt me."

"What I did was very inappropriate," he said. I couldn't argue with that, but it hadn't upset me. I was quiet for a long time, then I turned to him.

"Akisame," I said, reaching up and cradling his face in my hands. "I never told you to stop."

"What?" he asked surprised.

"Last night," I clarified, "when you touched me. You think you did something horrible, but you don't remember that I never said for you to stop. If I had been so upset by your advances I would have said something." He sighed my name longingly, then jerked his head away.

"Don't tease me," he hissed.

"I'm not teasing," I said. "Akisame, please don't do this. You're hurting my feelings. Am I disgusting? Do you not want to touch me or embrace me?"

"Please," he begged. "Please don't. You have no idea what you're doing to me."

I crawled into his lap, pressing my breast against his chest, wrapping my legs around his hips. I traced his lips with my fingers and buried my face in his neck.

His breath hitched and his arms came around me, holding me tightly.

"Please," he pleaded. "Please, stop. I don't want to hurt you."

I pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. They were dark with desire, almost gray in color.

"Am I baiting a tiger?" I asked in a soft voice.

"You have no idea," Akisame said.

"Good," I replied. "I want to be eaten."

His eyes widened and I could have sworn they turned black for a moment. His lips descended on mine, his tongue parting them and plundering my mouth. I moaned and gripped his kimono, desire coiling in my belly. He cupped the back of my head and gripped my hips, pushing me back on the floor.

When he pulled away, his lips were wet and swollen and his eyes burned.

"Tell me to stop," he ordered.

"No," I sighed, reaching for him.

"Tell me to stop," he repeated.

"I won't," I refused. "I want you to finish what you started last night." He growled and reached forward, tearing my shirt from my shoulders, then shredding my skirt and panty hose. He lifted me and set me in his lap, my back to his chest. I moaned when his hand came up and cupped my bra-clad breast, rubbing the hard nipple. His other hand rested on my stomach, stroking the soft skin. His lips trailed over my neck, tickling the delicate skin. He kissed up my neck, nipping at the skin behind my ear before he snagged the lobe in his teeth. I groaned and squirmed on his lap, feeling his hard shaft twitch against me. I shifted my hips so his cock was pressed against my sex, which was slowly wetting my thin cotton panties.

"It was you," I sighed.

"Hmm?"

"My dream," I panted. "It was you in my dream. You were the one I was having sex with." His grip tightened and he jerked his hips, rubbing his swollen flesh against my vulva.

"What did I do in your dream?" he asked, his voice almost making me climax. It was deeper, husky and full of desire. The words were almost growled in my ear and I gasped at the sound.

"You were…you were caressing me," I panted, "and…and kissing me neck."

"Like this?" he asked, rubbing his one hand over my stomach and down the front of my panties, tracing the lips of my heat while the other hand fondled my breast, circling the beaded nipple. He placed slow, sensual kisses on my throat, his tongue peeking out and tickling the tender skin.

"Yesssss," I hissed.

"Then what?" he murmured.

"Then you put your fingers…in-inside me- ahhhh!"

His index and ring finger parted my wet lips and his middle finger slid inside me. He kissed my neck again, his hand moving behind me and unhooking my bra. He carefully pulled it off my arms and dropped it on the floor next to us.

"Go on," he said, his fingers skimming along the fullest part of my breast.

"You…you were talking to me…" I gasped.

"What did I say?" he asked. By all the gods that had ever existed, his voice was like ihoney/i.

"You said…you told me…I…please…" I whimpered.

"Yes?" he asked, his index finger moving to flick my clit.

"You were telling me…how wet I was…how…how ready for you I was…"

"Mmmmm."

"Then…then you kissed me….and…and then you…you put your…your…gods…please…"

"I put my cock in you?" he asked, his voice bordering on a growl. I tossed my head back against his shoulder, a choked sounds escaping my throat as I fought the desire to scream. My muscles clenched around his fingers, my sex gushing fluid and soaking my panties and his hand.

He sighed in pleasure, his fingers continuing to pump into me until I lay slack in his arms. He pulled his hand out of my panties and brought it to his face. I watched him, gasping for air in his arms. He smelled them, inhaling the scent of me as one would a fine wine, savoring its bouquet. He brought them to his lips, smearing the fluid over them, then letting his tongue dart out and capture the flavor. His eyes shifted to me and he took his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and humming in enjoyment.

My dripping vulva gave forth another gush of fluid, making my panties positively drip with it.

"You taste so…sweet," he hissed. He reached behind me and untied his hakama, shifting me so he could slide it off his legs. He then shrugged off his kimono and pulled me back against his bare chest.

He slipped his fingers under the waist of my panties and pushed them down, watching this action with fascination.

I blushed when I saw beads of my climax dripping off the slick groin of my panties and falling on the ground. A thin string of fluid connected the panties to my heat like a spider's web. Akisame held the panties around my knees, watching the thread of fluid hang before snapping and landing on the floor. He carefully folded the soaked panties and set them on top of his pants, then turned his attention back to me.

I gasped when I looked into his eyes. They were so dark, desire evident in them, burning like flames.

"Do you want me inside you?" he asked in that smoky voice.

"Yessssssss."

He shifted me so his shaft was pressed between my legs, peeking out from between my thighs. I looked down and realized that he was huge. His cock was not only long, but also thick, the purple head extended beyond the foreskin and dripping pearls of precum.

"I don't want to hurt you," he sighed, trailing his nose up my neck and behind my ear.

"You won't," I said. I slid my hips forward so the head of his cock slipped between my lips, getting soaked. I then pushed them back, coating his phallus in my fluid. Akisame groaned, and lifted me, lining up with my hole. I squeezed my muscles making drops of my juices drip out of me and slide down his shaft. He groaned and pulled me back, his cock slowly parting my folds and stretching me beyond what any man had ever stretched me before. I whimpered in slight pain, my fingers clenching on his knees. When he was fully seated, my muscles spasmed around him, trying to adjust to his massive girth. The head of his cock brushed my cervix, making me squirm.

His hands came around, smoothing over my belly and rubbing my hips. We sat like that for a moment, joined together, but not moving.

"Akisame," I said, softly. "Please." He gripped my hips and lifted me, impaling me on his rigid flesh. Again and again he did this, making me cry out. His cock scrapped against my walls, making me pant and sweat.

"I-I..I want…" I began, but couldn't voice what it was.

"What?" he asked. "What do you want, my darling?"

"To…to…nnnn….to see you!" I finally cried out. Akisame lifted me so only the head remained inside me and pulled up my leg, spinning me around so that I was facing him, yet never pulling free from my body. The action made me scream, the pleasure unreal. He pulled me flush against his body, my breast against his chest, my hard nipples tracing patterns in his skin as he bounced me. I cried out each time I was seated on his cock, my wet lips painting his stomach with my juices.

"More," I begged, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing open-mouthed kisses to his jaw. "Please."

He rolled so I was on the floor, my back against the hard wood and his body an iron force above me. He placed his forearm by my head, bracing on it while his other hand cupped my hips as he pistoned in and out of me. I thrust back, rolling my hips against his.

He growled and changed his angle, his shaft brushing against that one spot that made my shriek.

"Yes! More! Gods!" I cried. Akisame bared his teeth and leaned forward, burying his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his torso, clinging to him as his pushed harder and harder.

"So…fucking…Ah!" I screamed, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave and making me scream. My channel clenched, milking his cock and tearing his orgasm from him with such a force that he tossed his head back and roared like an animal.

"Fucking hell!" he hollered. My insides were bathed in his hot seed and his hips unrelenting as he filled me with load after load. My muscles continued to clench, demanding he give forth more and more cum and I heard the obscene squelching sound as he hips kept thrusting, pushing his essence out around his rigid organ.

I whimpered as he gave a few more thrusts, extending our climax for a few more seconds. He dropped my hips but remained lodged inside me as his other arm came up on the opposite side of me, taking his weight so he didn't collapse and crush me. He dropped his head between his shoulders, pressing his forehead to my collarbone. I ran my hands over his back, soothing the last tremors of orgasm from his body. He sighed and sat back, gently pulling free from me and massaging my thighs and hips.

"I think the whole Dojo heard us," he mused with a grin.

"Please," I scoffed. "They're probably outside the door listening." I heard a suspicious shuffle on the other side of said door and smirked. Akisame rubbed the back of my thigh, bringing my leg up and kissing my knee. I felt his seed trickle out of me, no doubt staining the floor of his workroom. He laid down at my side, pulling me into his arms; our bodies pressed together, our sweat mingling.

"That was...amazing," he sighed, his hand smoothing over my hip.

"We didn't use protection," I pointed out, running my hand over his muscled arm.

"I know," he said. "I don't have any diseases if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm more worried about a baby," I said. He chuckled and tilted his head down, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"If you get pregnant, I will be your slave," he promised. His tongue came out and he traced my bottom lip with it before slipping it into my mouth and kissing me deeply. I moaned and clutched him to me, loving the way his large calloused hands held my body.

"I'll hold you to that," I replied when he pulled away. He smiled and bent down, kissing me again.

DHMB: Sorry, had to change the rating for obvious purposes. No, this isn't the end of the story, there's much more. Reviews make me update faster!