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“I must say, you’re quite the disappointment, Yuki.” Akito slowly turns from the window, setting sun casting a halo behind her head, dark eyes and sinister grin. “Come closer, don’t be shy.”
Yuki’s feet move on their own accord, his mind bracing itself for Akito’s wrath, and stands before her, head down and waiting, waiting for the first physical strike, the first mental blow: waits to be crushed.
Akito’s hand reaches out and tilts his chin up. “Show some respect, Yuki. Where are your manners?”
He keeps their eyes locked, has no choice really, terror mounting in him with each passing second.
“Make no mistake, you will be punished for new years. But first,” her hand slides to the back of his neck, pulls his face to meet hers, forcing Yuki to kneel beside her, “before I graciously give you what you deserve,” Yuki gulps, smoky fire in her eyes, already knows, “you owe me.”
She whispers commands in his ear and he obeys without hesitation, without thought. “Embrace me,” and he wraps his arms around her slender waist, bringing her against his chest. “Look at me,” and he pulls away slightly to greet her pale, expressionless face. “Kiss me,” and he presses their lips together, slow tongues exploring lazily, silently.
His guard is high, on standby as she can snap at any moment. This could be a ploy, a way to get his defenses lowered so she can pounce on his weakness. His cock can harden, his body can react however it wants for all Yuki cares, but he’ll never, ever enjoy Akito.
“Touch me,” and his gentle fingers dip under her collar, sliding the robe from her sharp shoulders down her long arms, piling behind her to reveal her small breasts and frail body. He skims across her hips and stomach, leaves a trail of goosebumps behind as he traces up her sides, and covers both breasts weightlessly, a mere concealment until his thumbs press down, earning him her first sound of a quiet sigh.
His cock twitches. He hates all of this.
“Feel me,” and one arm straightens between them, hand disappearing below the discarded robe and rubbing up her warm thigh, up between her legs, up to the entrance of her sexual core that beckons him. He grazes her dark bush, hair to skin, the softest of pressures, and she whispers his name. Uncertain if it’s bliss or irritation, he slides his fingers over her until his palm’s anchored right below her belly button, delicately combing a path to her folds. He circles her wetness, coating his fingertips, and easily glides his middle finger inside of her. She sighs again, definitely bliss as she goes limp against the window, her eyes no longer fire but smoky, clouded by desire and hazed by arousal.
Yuki won’t be fooled. He won’t forget what awaits him at the other end of this moment.
“Find me,” and his wrist curls, finger pushing deeper inside of her and flexing slowly to graze her–
Akito moans loudly and Yuki freezes.
Found it.
He watches her closely, allowing her to drown in her first glimpse of ecstasy, to drown in the initial pleasure that explodes throughout her body. She’s panting, muscles suddenly tense and sweat suddenly forming across her skin, and when she reopens her eyes, Yuki again brushes her and she again moans, arched back accentuating her moon-kissed chest and soft mounds as she cries out. His heart races, loud pounding in his ears, at the physical mesmerizing beauty of a dark twisted soul, one who has punished him since birth and will punish him until the day he dies. His other hand touches her neck and slides down her sternum because she wants this, intimate bond communicating wordless knowledge and possessed spirit eager to comply.
He rubs her steadily and she can only shout, overwhelmed yet indulgent. Thin tears drip from the corners of her fluttering eyes and this is the most exposed he’s ever seen her…meaning he’s also exposing unknown danger that she can inflict upon him. The higher he gets her, the harder she’ll fall onto him.
“Taste me,” and his knees bend to the floor, kissing each thigh before his tongue slips into the path he forged, mouth familiarizing the salty and sweet taste on her outer lips, and pushes forward, completely engulfed by her tight walls.
“Fill me,” and he retreats briefly to give room for his fingers, two disappearing in her followed by his tongue, licking between the digits to separate them and nudge on her walls, stretching her.
“Please me,” and he hums, vibrations tickling her insides, and curves his other hand around his erection, eager to comply, whimpering from that faint acknowledgement that’s unsatisfactory to what his body thinks it wants.
His body can react however it wants; he’ll never, ever enjoy Akito.
“Good little rat,” she praises between deep slow breaths, hand resting atop his hair. “Actually, that’s a lie.” Yuki whimpers, fire in her voice, he already knows. “If you were a good little rat, you would have come to me.”
Yuki continues working her, wills the tears to stay in his eyes.
“You’re beautiful face between my legs,” she sighs, “would be even more beautiful,” her fingers slowly grip his hair, “with freshly tainted bruises.” She chuckles, licking her lips. “A busted lip,” she moans at her words, at the thought she’s created, the thought that she soon will play out, “your traitor blood, soaking my pussy.”
Yuki momentarily loses consciousness after Akito kicks him into the air and he crashes heavily to the ground, Akito hovered above him with her robe untied. She waits until he comes to, shivering as he tries sitting up, before her next attack, punching his face and sending him right back down.
“You abandoned me…for her.” Her foot presses down on his head and he screams, feels like his skull is cracking apart. “You are possessed for me. You are alive– Your life…is for me. You. ARE. MINE!”
It’s over as quick as it started, Hatori barging in and throwing Akito into Shigure’s arms. She thrashes, focused solely on Yuki, “You’re a disgrace! You disgust me!” she yells and Shigure holds her tighter as she struggles to get closer to Yuki, Hatori examining him carefully to avoid further injury. “Spending time with that cat has made you disgusting!” She laughs villainously, manic, “I’ll lock you, too, up. You both together until cold, suffering, tortured death devours you.”
Hatori stands, reporting, “He’s dislocated his shoulder and his wrist may be fractured. I won’t know if he’s suffered a concussion until I get–”
“That’s not the least you deserve, worthless rat, I’m not finished with you–”
“You are, Akito,” Hatori declares, bowing his head respectfully in recognition of his disagreement, and Akito stills, “for now.”
Processing, she then shifts her rage onto him. “How dare you speak to me, as if I take orders from you!?”
“I said ‘for now.’” He gazes down at Yuki’s crying and shaking, and his chest feels like air expanding a balloon, empty but so full; empty for Akito, full for Yuki. “As a medical professional, I’m obligated to do what’s best for my patients. You know that.”
She growls, “You sly, conniving–”
“If I don’t perform my obligations, it’s not just morally wrong but legally.” He turns his back to her, decision final. “That said, in my professional opinion, you should rest.” He closes his eyes. “You’ve exerted your body quite a lot today,” he explains softly, as flatly as possible to avoid accusations of judgement, slowly making his way to his room.
Shaking with anger, Akito rips herself from Shigure with a grunt and glares down at Yuki, who peers frightfully up at her. Viciously, she snarls, “Pathetic,” spitting on his face and departing after Hatori.
Distressed Yuki at his feet, Shigure stands there with arms crossed, precautionary for Akito’s unexpected return. If she saw him comforting Yuki, he’d end up on the ground right next to him.
“Guire?” Yuki’s voice trembles, weak and timid.
“Yes, my dear Yuki.” He stares at the doorway for a couple minutes longer then collapses next to Yuki, deems Akito’s absence is certain, tenderly cradling his marred cheeks. Shigure ran out of tears for Akito’s victims years ago, but the hidden sorrow and very real pain in his heart arrives without fail. He whispers, “Soon, my dear Yuki. Soon. For now, you are safe.”