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For most of the trip, luck had been on their side. Being closer to the edge of the city and venturing through quieter, less dense suburbs, the streets had been largely deserted.
They had only encountered ‘them’ in smaller packs.
Without their overwhelming numbers, the undead possessed much less of an advantage. They were mindless and unseeing, their attacks shambling and uncoordinated. Their arsenal was limited, and their lack of brainpower didn’t afford them the luxury of adapting to a change in tactics.
This left many options open to the group.
Saeko or Rei could approach slowly and stealthily take them down, one at a time. Hirano could pick them off from a distance, far enough away that by the time they registered the sound of bullets it would already be too late.
Even with the right formation, the numbers were small enough that they could charge in guns-blazing and comfortably fend off attacks from each side, all the while covering one another's blind spots.
As a result, the group were able to make it to their next stop unscathed, well before the sun had set.
They had marked out a potential haven on the town's outskirts; a large apartment building that would give them a useful vantage point to scour the surrounding area and a place to recuperate for the night.
Normally, this was the point where Takashi could relax, knowing they had survived another day.
Yet, there was still one pressing issue on his mind.
“Alright, guys.” He announced as they stopped before the foyer’s entrance. “Saeko-san and I will move ahead to check out the inside of the building. We'll let you know if it seems clear. Hirano, Rei; you’re on lookout.”
Takashi hoped the request sounded reasonable enough.
The building had likely been occupied before the outbreak. For all they knew, there could have been infected crawling through the halls, maybe even survivors. With bars obscuring the windows on the first and second floors, it was possible that nothing had gotten in, or out, since, leaving them every reason to be cautious.
Still, Hirano had found this sudden decision to break the group up puzzling. Dangerous, even.
Certainly, between himself and Miyamoto, they would be more than capable of fending off any threat. Even Takagi-san was budding into a capable marksman with his tutelage. But, in the past, they had always stormed buildings together. It was quicker that way, and they didn’t have to arrange a later rendezvous point. Breaking up the group never seemed like a good idea. The only times they had separated was when the situation was forced upon them.
At another point, Hirano might not have thought anything of Komuro's suggestion. But this wasn't an isolated incident. Recently, for whatever reason, Komuro had changed tactics, actively suggesting that they split up.
Every time he did so, he would leave with Busujima-senpai.
Hirano was beginning to suspect there was another reason behind Komuro's decision.
Those two had been behaving differently around one another lately, after all.
Recently, he had noticed how often they lingered by one another, holding the other's gaze for a moment too long. Each time, they would break abruptly, the second they thought anyone noticed, but weren't always fast enough.
Whenever the group fought, Takashi’s focus seemed to stick with Busujima-senpai. Which was puzzling, considering she was arguably their most capable fighter and the last person he needed to be looking out for.
Something must have happened between them when they had been split from the group earlier, and Hirano was becoming increasingly compelled to find out. While the details of their private lives might not have been any of his business, it was beginning to affect their behaviour and the decisions their leader made.
It was getting to the point where the safety of the group could be at risk.
For the moment, though, Hirano decided not to press any further. If only because fortune had favoured them thus far.
He was conscious, however, of Takagi-san standing beside him. not missing the pinch of her brow from the corner of his eye. Her face normally rested in a stern expression, but this seemed almost sceptical. Her gaze was set on Komuro, similar thoughts likely running through her head.
As their eyes crossed momentarily, she nodded; a silent understanding between the two.
This conversation would come up again later.
“Uh, okay. Sure thing, man.” Hirano offered, after a moment. "Let us know when to come through."
"Right." Takashi nodded.
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The building was clear, as far as Takashi could tell.
The realisation left him almost disappointed, thinking an encounter with one of them could offer an outlet to release the tension pent up inside of him.
He hadn’t missed the way Rei’s gaze had cut through him as he left, her eyebrows knitting together. He could sense she wasn’t happy to see him alone with her.
After Hisashi had gone, Rei had been growing increasingly possessive of him, particularly in Saeko-san's presence. It was something that left an unsettling taste in his mouth.
Still, her jealousy was not entirely without merit. Ever since their separation from the others, he and Saeko-san had grown closer. Far closer than she could glean from the words and contact they would exchange.
Enough so that she had found it within herself to reveal her darkest secret to him.
It was for that reason that he was concerned and had taken this moment to get her alone.
Saeko-san had torn ravenously through the few zombies they’d encountered, singling them out with a swift slash of her blade before he or Hirano could even raise their guns.
As they continued, a startling realisation became apparent to Takashi. The longer they went without encountering large groups, the more aggressively Saeko fought.
She would charge forward without warning or hesitation, showing little regard for her own safety. To the others, it was a mystery as to why Saeko was suddenly engaging in combat so needlessly.
Normally, she was much more tactful in her approach.
From the glaze lingering in her eyes, Takashi could sense that the hordes hadn’t been enough to satiate her - that their strongest fighter was steadily losing to her own bloodlust.
He knew that, for the sake of their survival, it would be on him to help settle her down.
They didn't have much time.
Once they had ventured well enough inside the building; confident that it was clear; Takashi found the weight of Saeko’s body slipping into his arms, her lips seeking his own.
She pressed him into the wall with surprising strength, emboldened by the adrenaline of their earlier fight. Her normally refined, cool demeanour had all but disappeared.
With slow, bruising kisses, Takashi grew weak and boneless, lulled by her.
A copper tang trailed down his throat as her teeth dug into his lips; the sensation tempered soon after by the soft flesh of her tongue and sweet taste of her.
Takashi groaned, his mouth ripping open to meet her hungry, probing tongue and allow more of her in.
Saeko loomed above him, a frenzied gaze in her eyes. Hair dishevelled and framing her features, she exuded all the confidence and control she did when wielding a sword.
Takashi could feel his dick twitching in anticipation.
It was no surprise.
He had always found her attractive, even before they’d met.
Morita had raved about the aloof, alluring captain of the Kendo team, often enough. Her reputation had preceded her. After the outbreak, watching her sashay around Shizuka’s apartment in only an apron and the countless times he’d seen just how capable she was in fighting off them had only built on that attraction.
Yet, he’d never been as drawn to her before.
The drugging taste of her soft mouth, the warmth of her supple body. The full extent of her stamina and flexibility as she moved beneath him. The curves, the callouses littering her fingertips as they dragged listlessly over his chest.
It was no longer just a fantasy for Takashi. He'd experienced it all firsthand.
At an earlier point, Takashi had thought he was in love with Rei. As a child, even going as far as to vow that they would one day marry.
Yet, ever since his night with Saeko, his confidence in those feelings had wavered.
Watching her lips catching in between her teeth as she strained to suppress mewls of pleasure, hands firmly gripping the shaft of her sword. Fully aware of how viscerally the fight was affecting her. He saw her tongue slip out tantalisingly, knowing how it had felt against his own body.
She ducked and weaved around enemies with grace, thong peeking out from the waistline of her short, leather skirt. The muscles flared in her arms as she manoeuvred her sword in swift, powerful arcs: the weapon drifting like an extension of her body.
The display was a visceral dichotomy between beauty and brutality.
Takashi often found himself wincing through the final throes of their scuffles, adjusting his pants: suddenly finding there was tension he desperately needed to release.
The more intimately familiar he became with Saeko, the deeper his desire grew. A taste he was slowly developing a craving for.
He was beginning to need these nights as much as her.
It was lucky that Hirano had suggested holding onto the condoms Shizuka had found. He'd claimed that they could use them to protect their guns and scopes from rusting in the rain. Now that the weather had cleared up, Takashi had found other uses for them.
I'll need to ask him for more later, Takashi thought, fishing blindly through his pocket before eventually finding a single, square package.
Sliding down her smooth, toned legs and resting to cup up the swell of her backside, his lips moulded against Saeko’s, as if trying to trace the distinct pattern, memorise every crease and crack of the soft, pink flesh.
Shucking his pants down his waist, Takashi shuddered in relief as his straining erection was freed from the confines. Cool air brushed against the tip, the sensation teasing his engorged head.
The latch of Saeko’s lips at his neck suddenly loosened, her attention drawn towards the jeans now pooling around Takashi’s ankles.
With a predatory smirk, she knelt before him, stalking forward at an agonisingly slow pace.
Takashi could only watch her approach, rigid, slack-jawed and throat dry, his eye drawn to the purple lace caging her breasts, the flesh swaying hypnotically before him. With a halo of hair whipping around her, she looked wild.
Takashi licked his lips in desperate anticipation of what was to come.
The hot, heavy weight of Saeko's breasts surrounded him. Breath tore from his body in a sharp exhale, like a harsh lashing of wind as she pressed against him. His erection pulsed, coating her skin in the first traces of his seed.
Takashi breath tore through his lips, as he clawed at the wall behind him. Frantically, he tried to hold onto the pressure building up inside, as Saeko massaged herself against his sensitive, buzzing loins.
She eyed the full length of his penis, seeming to take distinct glee, pride even, in knowing that she had elicited such a strong response from him. In the control that she was exerting over him. Not unlike the power that aroused her in the midst of a fight.
“S- Saeko,” Takashi’s voice broke, the sensation drawing him closer towards release.
Saeko was conflicted. While she enjoyed pleasuring Takashi, she knew that if she took him all the way to climax, she wouldn’t be able to feel him inside of her. They didn’t have the time for him to recover.
With a pout, she eventually released him, Takashi let out a strained groan. Still, she continued to rut deliberately against him, tearing desperately at the buttons of his jacket to expose more naked skin. While unable to think much in the heat of the moment, it shocked Takashi to realise how far, how quickly things had progressed between them.
It had been different from their first time, that night at the shrine.
Still shaken after freezing up before those children, Takashi had approached Saeko carefully, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, yet overcome by the urge to comfort her. After what she had said, he wanted to dispel any ill thought she had of herself and show how much he admired her without fumbling over words.
He had been mindful also of the sexual assault she had once been subjected to and wanted to make sure each touch was gentle and did not make her feel uneasy. He had been slower, showering her with the love she had felt undeserving of, a reminder of her humanity.
He had promised to take responsibility, after all. To quell her of her lust.
Now, such doubts no longer permeated between them. They were left with something much more carnal and desperate; urgency pulsating through every shift of their bodies.
Takashi pressed Saeko against the wall, fingers kneading at her entrance as he held her aloft.
Her strong legs surrounded his waist, pulling him closer; not wanting even a fraction of space to exist between them.
He entered her easily, their bodies having comfortably moulded to one another over time. Takashi moaned amidst the familiar warmth of her cavern engulfing his entire core, his buttocks clenching.
The rhythm they settled into was almost panicked, conscious that the others were waiting. Breaths seethed through the gaps in their teeth, desperate to keep the noise minimal.
Still, Takashi pounded into her roughly, the force rattling through her entire body. Saeko’s breasts quivered, her sword slipping from its sheath and clattering against the floor, as they built toward the familiar crescendo.
With that steady stream of euphoria finally bursting, Takashi was taken by a particularly alien feeling, as though being dragged abruptly down from a higher plane, back into his physical shell.
He was hyper conscious, suddenly, of the sensations flowing through him, the ragged breaths racking his body, his head pillowing against Saeko’s chest as the strength in his legs sagged away.
As Saeko too came down, that darker, carnal side of her depleting, a calming, familiar affection returned between them.
An admiration for the noble warrior she was, the leader he had grown into.
Such private moments between them were rarely afforded, a fleeting reprieve from the hell lurking outside.
Though, as tempting as it may have been, they couldn’t linger for too long. Their time together was spent most likely in secret. Takashi suspected Saya and Shizuka might have known, but Rei…
It was apparent that her feelings for him had never quite faded. She was still carrying the weight of Hisashi’s death. If she were to learn of him and Saeko… That would only serve to complicate things.
It was already beginning to seep into their day to day routine. The way he would become distracted watching Saeko fight.
These feelings. They were alright for now, in this moment. But outside, in the real world; a place where they had to scratch and claw just to survive through the day; they were dangerous.
They couldn’t afford for there to be any tension between teammates.
As if reading the stress plaguing his thoughts, Saeko’s hand caught his cheek, lifting his gaze to capture her own.
Apprehensive, Takashi bit his lip. The longer they spent enraptured in this moment, the harder it became for Takashi to suppress the feelings he was developing for her.
Begrudgingly, he looked away, the connection severed.
“We should get back," he reminded, the cruel reality slowly setting in. "The others might be starting to get worried.”
“Oh… Of course, Komuro-kun.”
Though Saeko smiled, he could only concentrate on the disappointment in her voice, the brief flash of hurt in her eyes as he turned.
“I… I’m sorry, Saeko.” Takashi muttered, gaze hanging low. It felt like the only fitting thing to say, despite knowing how little the words offered of substance, knowing they could do nothing to mend the hurt she felt or resolve the situation they faced.
An uncomfortable silence hung as they scrambled to retrieve their clothes, paying little mind to how dishevelled they may look; knowing that their appearance could easily be passed off as being the result of a fight with one of them.
The moment Saeko stepped away Takashi was overcome with regret. Already unconsciously, calling for her to return to him.