Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction ❯ Deadly Desires ❯ Distorted Reality ( Chapter 7 )

Deadly Desires

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Tagteam Authors for this chapter: Amyfushigiyugi and introducing HauntedReality

Chapter 7: Distorted Reality


“Aki?” Aya breathed out somewhere between wakefulness and dreaming. Her eyelids felt like they had weights attached to them, and she no longer had the energy to keep them open. The last thing she could have sworn she saw before her body gave out completely under the influence of the drug-laced tea was a painfully familiar violet gaze coming from her dear brother's normally pleasant face.

 

Mikage was emboldened by Aya's lack of consciousness. He wanted nothing more than to remove the modest amount of clothing she was wearing and have his way with the woman who was rightfully his. Aki, on the other hand, was having a very different reaction. “She saw,” he said aloud as his voice trembled uncontrollably.

 

Mikage's cold voice rolled around Aki's brain. `She didn't. And even if she did, it is unlikely she will remember when she wakes up. That tea you gave her packed quite a punch.'

 

“The tea...” Aki repeated as if in a daze. He looked at the empty cup sitting on the window sill and shuddered at the realization of what he had done to his sister for not the first time.

 

`Look at her skin,' Mikage continued encouragingly. `So soft, so pale, and so flawless. You want to touch it, don't you? Massage it. Run your tongue over it until you taste her salty sweetness.'

 

Aki's hand fell from its place upon Aya's silken hair and traced a gentle path along the curve of her cheek and down across her slender neck until it came to rest at the point where her generous breasts came together to form the very attractive cleavage his eyes had been drawn to more and more lately. “Yes...” he said absently as the smooth texture passed beneath his fingertips.

 

His resistance fell away as his sister unknowingly arched into his touch in her sleeping state. He wanted more contact with her body. He needed it. His thigh that was already positioned at her core, pressed deeply against her and rocked back and forth. The stimulation did not go unfelt by Aya's sleeping body. Her lips parted slightly as her breathing came faster.

 

The small sounds she was making were driving him crazy--or crazier to be exact. He felt confined within his restrictive clothing, and after a moment of struggling with buttons and zippers while trying not to break his rhythm, he was naked. His body hovered over Aya's scantly clad form with a predatory stare that flashed of both blue and purple.

 

His need for her consumed all his thoughts. The line between Mikage and Aki was blurred as a lust-filled haze clouded his perceptions. She was vulnerably spread beneath the weight of his body, and everything screamed at him to claim her.

 

Rough hands ripped away her bra, causing it to tear in the process. He unceremoniously tossed it across the room before turning his attention to the underwear. It was the only remaining barrier between the siblings, and with a flick of the wrists he slid it down her milky thighs while his fingers trailed over her hairless mound.

 

Once removed, his freed erection pressed tightly against her moistening heat. They were perfectly aligned, and his legs shook with anticipation as he felt the warmth emanating from her entrance against his sensitive flesh. There was only one thing left to do.

 

“No, not like this!” Aki shouted in protest, as much at himself as he was at the dark ancestor that possessed him.

 

`This is what you have been waiting for--what WE have been waiting for. Take her now!' Mikage coaxed impatiently into Aki's heady thoughts.

 

The blue eyed boy was exhausted from lack of sleep and from his constant struggle to remain in control of a very out-of-control situation. His strength was ebbing, and Mikage was only getting more determined. He had no idea how much longer he could keep his sister safe from himself.

 

Aki's body collapsed onto Aya's, and he buried his head against her exposed chest as he wept against the soft skin. “Forgive me, sister!”

 

*****

 

Yuuhi pressed his foot heavily upon the pedal as he sped to Touya's home. His thoughts were enraged by the thought that someone would dare to hurt his Aya, especially after everything she had gone through already.

 

He fumed over how he had stepped aside when it was clear her feelings were for the green-eyed man and not him. His foot backed off the gas just slightly when he realized he hadn't exactly remained to the side--at least he hadn't last night.

 

Images of Aya's pliant body writhing under his caress flooded his mind, sending a wave of arousal through him once again. She had been so beautiful even through his drunken haze. Her light blue eyes had been every bit as breath-taking as the clearest summer sky. And the way long strands of her hair had clung to the light beads of perspiration at her neck had driven him into a frenzy of lust that overrode all of his better judgment.

 

Not that he would have taken any of it back. Mere hours had passed since it happened, but it was already one of his most treasured memories. It was right up there with the day he caught a very confused young woman, falling out of a tree.

 

Shaking his head, to clear his mind of stray thoughts, he puzzled over the possibility that Touya's leaving had something to do with Aya's recent infidelity. A wave of guilt washed over the sandy-haired man as his car pulled into the driveway at the small house.

 

His anger had all but burnt itself out until he once again saw the cardboard-covered window where a brick had recently been thrown. Yuuhi's resolve stiffened at the memory that Touya had not only just caused Aya a great deal of pain with a break-up but that he had also put her in harm's way.

 

“Touya!” he called out as his fist pounded against the sturdy, wooden door. “Touya, open up already! We need to talk.” And by “talk” he meant with his fists if necessary.

 

There were no sounds from inside the house, and the garage was secured, so it was impossible to tell if Touya's vehicle was there or not. Creeping around the side of the house, he squinted hard to try and distinguish the forms he saw inside. Nothing seemed to be moving, but the furniture was clearly out of place.

 

“Touya?!” he called again, this time his anger had been partially replaced by concern. Yuuhi was overly protective of Aya, but he still recognized Touya as a friend most of the time.

 

Unsure of what to do, he tried calling Touya on his cell phone, but there was no answer. Then he attempted opening the door and windows, but they were all locked. Returning to the cardboard barrier, he decided he could always help Touya cut up some new boxes to fix anything he might damage by going through.

 

His fingers curled around the bottom edge and pulled it away from the tape securing it. He carefully maneuvered his body around the broken shards of glass and into Touya's living room.

 

Yuuhi's cobalt-blue eyes widened in shock as he took in the distorted image within the dim light. Walking on numb legs, he made his way to the light switch. Without taking his eyes off the room, his hand felt across the wall searching for the little switch that would hopefully right what he thought he was seeing. The light flashed on, accompanied with a quick intake of breath. Yuuhi's first reaction was to turn it back off, and he did. His harsh breathing could he heard within the silent walls of Touya's dark living room.

 

As if suddenly coming back to life, Yuuhi clicked the light back on and stumbled forward, his foot sliding an extra inch. Looking down in confusion, Yuuhi withdrew his foot from the red smear across the hardwood floor… the same red that seemed to speckle the overturned furniture. His eyes traveled the room, taking it all in. In his mind's eye he could see it as it happened. Touya had struggled violently--toppled furniture and shattered glass. The pillows were missing from the sofa, and the pictures on the walls were crooked.

 

Beginning to panic, Yuuhi ran around the room righting furniture and looking for any signs that maybe Touya was still alive. Picking up the blood-covered lamp, it flickered on from a short in the wires that the fight had caused. Its light spotlighted the wall in front of him. Yuuhi's frightened eyes took in the image that was now clear. The wall was splattered with blood with a large pool of red directly under it on the floor. And stabbed into the center of the sickening stain was a large blood-soaked knife, reflecting in the lamp light. Touya had been murdered.

 

A fine sheen of sweat broke out on Yuuhi's brow as he reached into his pocket for his cell phone. His hand stalled as he brought it up, ready to call in the authorities. He could hear Aki's words within his head. “…That good for nothing Touya left her. Just sent her a pathetic note. I am tired of all you men constantly sniffing up her skirt!…” No, he couldn't call the police, not yet. Yuuhi lifted his eyes back to the crimson wall, his eyes becoming steady along with his nerves. He knew what had to be done. Flipping his phone open, he dialed a number he had not used in a long time. “I need your help.”

 

*****

 

Aki could feel the evilness within him trying to take over, but as he raised his head and looked at the angel under him, he felt the sudden strength he needed to keep control. As the last tear fell from his cheek the purple hue vanished from his crystal blue eyes. Every nerve within his body still screamed for her as he felt her heat warm the tip of his erection. His whole body shook with the effort to keep himself from thrusting forward into her hot, wet core.

 

They had been together since the day they were conceived--growing together within the womb. As children, they had always snuck into each other's beds and held each other. Was it so wrong to keep that bond forever… to be inside her? Aki closed his eyes, feeling the sensation as he rubbed against her opening. Pushing forward less then an inch, his body shuddered and he withdrew only to reclaim the tightness once again.

 

Hearing a soft sound come from Aya, he opened his eyes seeing her lips parted and her face turned up in ecstasy. He could tell she was ready to cum. Quickly withdrawing from her, he slid down her body…his face now hovering over her heat. Spreading her legs, he ran his tongue through the lips there until he came to her opening. Reaching under him, he grasped himself in a firm hold. As his hand went up and down, his tongue entered her in the same rhythm, causing her to cry out in her sleep and her hips to come up off the bed.

 

“That's right, Aya, cum for me,” he whispered against her opening, only to thrust his tongue deeper into her. Just as her body began to spasm, and he began to drink her juices, Aki grabbed the head of his staff, feeling himself cum to the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Gently licking his sister clean, he then rose and went into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he stepped into the steaming water.

 

The memory of what he had just done still too fresh within his mind, he felt himself harden again. Looking up and letting the water hit him straight in the face, Aki grabbed himself and started rocking into his fisted hand. Seeing Aya's supple body within his mind, he began to pump himself as if he were deep inside her… where he belonged. Leaning forward against the wall of the shower stall, Aki cried out his need for her until he sprayed his seed against the watery wall.

 

Falling to his knees, he slumped forward, hearing Mikage's voice within his head laughing at him. `Weak boy, taking care of your own needs while your sister lays just feet from you in a soft bed. You should have taken what is rightfully ours!' The cold voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom.

 

The purple faded from Aki's eyes as he yelled, “She was never yours, you bastard! Aya is mine!” The purple glow returned to replace the crystal blue of his eyes for only a second as his voice changed, `We shall see, Aki. We shall see.'