Blue Seed Fan Fiction ❯ Pleasures of the Heart ❯ Pleasures of the Heart ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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This is a LEMON. For those who do not know what a lemon is...it is a fanfic
containing explicit adult material such as sex. If this type of material
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PLEASURES OF THE HEART
A fanfic based on Yuzo Takada's Blue Seed

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
Brought to you by your friends at Studio X




BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

SLAP!

The alarm went off early. Too early, Momiji Fujimiya thought as she slapped the
snooze button on the clock. The rays of the sun cut through the shade covering
the window. Slowly she rolled over with a groan, trying to bury herself under
the covers once again. She grumbled something incoherent about why she had to
get up early on a Saturday.

She pouted, slowly moving to get out of bed. The covers were flipped back with
a sigh. She moved her legs over the edge of the bed. She sat up as her feet
touched the floor, searching for her slippers. Her arms stretched over her
head, craning her back until she heard a loud snap. She wiggled her feet into
her slippers, standing. She grabbed her robe from the clothing hook behind the
door before making her way to the bathroom down the hall.

She stumbled into the bathroom, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She
rubbed her eyes with the back of one hand, stretching one more time with a yawn.
She reached for her brush, taking it lightly through the untamable mass of her
hair. Then she grabbed her comb, raking it through her hair once before turning
on the sink to wash her face. She bent over the sink, burying her face in the
stream of warm water.

When she was finished, she slipped off her robe and stepped over to the bathtub.
She turned on the water, letting it run through her fingers until she was
satisfied with the temperature. One by one she peeled her pajamas away from her
body, tossing them unceremoniously onto the floor by the door. She grabbed a
small towel from the closet and wrapped it around her hair, not wanting to get
it wet. Then she stepped into the bathtub, kneeling into the warm comforting
water.

She wasn't sure how long she was in there, but once the water turned cold she
stepped from the tub. Wrapping the towel around her body, she padded, dripping
over to the sink once again. She removed the towel from her hair, taking the
comb through it one more time. More awake and relaxed, she smiled at her
reflection in the mirror.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Momiji, are you in there?"

Momiji jumped as someone knocked on the door. She vaguely recognized the voice
as Kusanagi's. What was he doing at her apartment anyway? She smirked at her
reflection. Spying, no doubt. He'd been doing a lot of that since her
eighteenth birthday several months ago. She had caught him at her bedroom
window just outside on the balcony two weeks ago with a camera. And now that
she had her own place, he knew Mr. Kunikeda couldn't throw things out the window
at him.

"Just a minute," she called back, toweling off quickly and reaching for her
robe.

"It's kind of an emergency," Kusanagi replied, opening the door without warning.
He rushed in only to stop dead in his tracks. Everything he was supposed to
tell her faded away as his eyes fell upon her naked form. His eyes glided up
and down her body, quickly trying to take in every inch before she was able to
pull the towel back around herself.

"Pervert," Momiji said, hiding what she could with the towel, holding it with
one hand as the other pushed her hair from her face. "I said wait."

"Sorry," he muttered, a smug smile crossing his lips.

Momiji blushed furiously as something she shouldn't have been thinking crossed
her mind at the sight of him. He was dressed, yes, in well-fitted jeans and a
sleeveless, button-down blue shirt. His hair was cut short again, several stray
green locks falling onto his forehead. Her breath caught at the first sight of
him. Then she saw his smile and turned even redder.

"What?" she asked, briefly looking him in the eye before looking back down at
the floor. They sparkled their usual 'bad boy' sparkle. But there was
something else there. Something...primitive. She pulled the towel tighter to
herself instinctively as another lude thought crossed her mind. 'What is WRONG
with you, Momiji,' she asked herself.

She looked up at him again. "What's so funny?"

His eyes studied her face, the smile never wavering. They glared at each other,
studied each other, until he closed the distance between them. He lightly
wrapped his arms around Momiji, leaning over her, moving his lips lightly over
hers. The kiss was soft, gentle. They separated only slightly, both of them
breathless. They had kissed before, many times, but it had never felt
like...like that! They kissed again, his lips pressed roughly to her mouth. A
small gasp escaped him as she returned the favor with equal energy.

She opened her mouth to the press of his lips, flicking her tongue along his top
lip, a small wet touch. His lips opened to her, and the kiss grew. His hands
traced a path across her shoulder blades to her shoulders and down her arms.
The touch was so light, so unbearable, Momiji shivered involuntarily. She
pushed herself into him a little as his hands moved back up her arms, and over
her shoulders, until they were firmly embedded in her hair.

Again, the kiss grew. He kissed her as if he would eat her, making her gasp.
He hadn't kissed her like that in a very long time. She smiled through the
deepening kiss, allowing her hands to trace a path down his sides, massaging as
they went, until they rested on his hips. Kusanagi shivered at the touch of her
hands, pulling her closer to him.

They kissed, hands carefully exploring, for what seemed like forever. Finally
the kiss ended. They stared at each other, gasping for breath. The smile was
still on his face, and Momiji smiled in return. Without a word his hands
retraced a path down her arms, his thumbs lightly caressing over the towel. He
took her hands in his, placing them on his shoulders. Momiji tried to protest,
pressing herself against him to keep the towel from falling. But any protests
ended when his hands returned to her body, lightly massaging her arms and
shoulders. She shivered again.

"Momiji?"

"Hmm?" She dared a glance up at him. His eyes still held that primitive look,
but they also looked concerned. Something in her heart reached out to that, and
made her hold his gaze.

"Is it okay?"

Again her heart reached out to him. They had been in this spot a number of
times before, but usually they both still had their clothes on. He had asked
her that question each time, not wanting to force her into anything. She had
been grateful, wanting to wait until the right time. But now, now all her
thoughts of waiting were tossed to the wind as the cold morning air of the
apartment caressed her skin along with his hands. She blushed, imagining what
could possibly happen, and wanting it to happen.

'Was this the right time,' she asked herself.

"Momiji?"

She looked up at him again, this time, seeing not only concern in his eyes but
strain. He was trying to hold back. Her heart snapped wide open, all emotion
pushing her into him as her hands reached around to his back, untucking and
reaching under his shirt. She pulled him closer, standing on tiptoe to kiss
him.

"Does that answer your question?" she asked with a smug smile of her own.

Kusanagi smiled quickly before reclaiming her lips in a kiss. When the kiss
broke, Momiji stepped backwards slightly, allowing the loose towel to fall from
her body. She watched, blushing as Kusanagi's eyes roamed over her bare body.
Her own hands slowly massaged his shoulders as his hands worked their way up
from her waist until they cupped her breasts. She bit her bottom lip, turning
redder, and suppressing another gasp as his hands began massaging her breasts,
mimicking her slow movements on his shoulders.

"Don't be embarrassed," he whispered to her, leaning his forehead against hers.
"You're beautiful, don't you know that?"

She smiled up at him, as his lips lightly brushed her lips before brushing her
cheek and moving downward. All the while her hands traced a path over his
shoulders, his hands on her body mirroring her every move. She moved her hands
from his shoulders and down his back, her fingers tracing the line where his
jeans met his waist. He made a small sound, stepping back from her.

Momiji stood, mesmerized, as Kusanagi took off his pants. His fingers fumbled
with the button, tapping Momiji's hand away when she tried to help. He worked
slowly, first removing his pants, then his underwear. When he was finished, he
stood before her in naked glory. God! What a sight! He was fully aroused and
ready. He looked into her eyes, a silent communication. Frightened and
excited, Momiji could see a longing she never knew existed.

Without warning he turned her around to face the mirror. She had to grab onto
the counter to keep her balance. She tried catching a glimpse of him over her
shoulder, but he pressed himself into her. She could feel him sliding against
her buttocks as he ground his hips into her. She closed her eyes, allowing him
to work his magic.

His hands massaged a path from her hips back up to her breasts, cupping them
fully in his hands. And how many times had he imagined this, he wondered. But
his imagination was nothing compared to the feel of her in his palm, soft and
real.

His head fell forward, kissing her shoulder as his hands began to knead her
breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples. He trailed a line of kisses
across her shoulders, from one side to the other, all the while kneading and
massaging. He noticed a slight change to her breathing, began to feel her
growing excitement. She made no move to stop him and when he looked up he could
see her eyes closed in the mirror, a smile pasted to her lips. Feeling bolder,
he pinched her nipples. Hard.

Momiji gasped, opening her eyes to look into the mirror. It was like looking
into another world. Everything looked foggy, hazy. The temperature of the room
felt colder, but her skin felt warmer, especially where Kusanagi's hands touched
her. And she wanted to feel more, but didn't know how to ask. She pushed her
hips back into him, encouraging him to do more.

He gladly obliged.

There was another moment of feeling him slide against her buttocks. Momiji
muttered an argument when he withdrew the warmth of his body from hers, but
they were silenced when he reached again for her hips and lifted her slightly
off the ground, pulling her hips against his waist. Momiji had to balance
herself with her arms, trying to watch in the mirror as one of his hands slowly
made its way to her womanhood. She gasped aloud, biting her bottom lip to hold
back the moan lodged in her throat.

Kusanagi smiled at her reaction. He leaned forward, placing another kiss at the
nape of her neck as his fingers invaded her flower, mixing with the juices
already there and drawing even more from her.

"Kusanagi," Momiji muttered. Her eyes were closed again as she felt something
build inside her. Something warm and wonderful. It was building to such a big
crescendo that she cried out, pushing herself against his hand. She felt
herself floating on the wave of ecstasy. She could almost feel herself giving
way.

Kusanagi stopped his ministrations, removing his hand from between her legs much
to Momiji's outrage. Before she could speak he lifted her hips higher, rubbing
himself along her petals before slowly lowering her onto him until he lay fully
lodged inside her.

Momiji grimaced once at the initial pain, but her moans of pain became sighs of
joy once he was inside her. He moved tentatively at first, then shoved against
the tightness of her body, forcing himself into her. The sheer force brought
her breath out in a gasps. He paused only once, leaning forward to place a kiss
against her neck.

He drew himself back out, part way, then thrust inside her again as hard and as
fast as he could. The sound of flesh hitting flesh punctuated his every
movement. It forced sounds from her throat, from the sheer force of it, and
from the sensations as he moved inside her, over her, through her. Her body
began to relax, opening to him.

She gave into the sensations as they threatened to take over. Then his
movements slowed, dragging a moan from deep in her throat. Without pulling out,
he used his hands to force her body down on the counter, so she was bending in
half. Then he lifted her so that her feet didn't touch the floor. He started
his pounding movements again, creating a new rhythm. It wasn't slow, nor was it
fast. A good pace that kept them both breathless and wanting more.

Too soon Momiji could feel the tightness begin to grow low in her body, her
breathing coming faster. Flesh into flesh, so hard and fast with such strength
that it made her body hum. She could feel a tingly sensation from her head to
her toes. The tightness continued to grow, swelling like a warm thing growing
inside her. It grew larger and larger, flowing outward along her skin, making
her shake, drawing noises from both of them that were wordless, thoughtless,
formless.

Momiji glanced up into the mirror. She couldn't see well -- the haze still
glazed over everything -- but she could see him, his eyes closed as he began to
pick up his pace. She heard his breathing quicken, his thrusts taking on an
urgency her body answered. The blue seeds on his chest and hands began to glow,
humming with the excitement of their bodies.

Kusanagi heard his name as she cried out, but he didn't stop. A shudder ran
through him, the contractions of her body drawing him deeper and deeper into
ecstasy. The swelling warmth spilled over him completely, pulsing deep inside
his body making his body jerk with every movement. He cried out, an inhuman
growl as he felt his end climax speeding on its way.

Momiji called his name again, louder this time. A single phrase filled with
longing and need. His grip on her hips tightened, then loosened as his
thrusting slowed, then stopped. He leaned over her, a hand on either side of
her on the counter, head lowered to rest on her back. She laid totally passive,
both of them breathing hard in unison.

There were no words as he carefully slid out of her, helping to lower her so her
feet touched the floor. She turned, wrapping her arms around his neck and
leaning in to kiss him. Their lips met briefly, a caress of a kiss. She smiled
up at him, drawing him towards the bathtub. He followed, also smiling.

Time seemed to go by quickly as they bathed each other, nipping and caressing
those places that they had touched just moments before. Kusanagi finished
first, jumping out of the bathtub with a smile.

"How about some breakfast?" he asked Momiji.

She looked up at him, bemused. "You can cook?"

He finished drying off before pulling his jean back on. "Sure. What? You
don't think I can handle a simple breakfast?"

Momiji giggled. "It's not that, it's just..."

"I'll have to prepare something special," Kusanagi said with his usual smug
smile. Before Momiji could finish her thought he stepped out of the bathroom,
closing the door.

Momiji then stepped from the bathtub again, humming a happy tune. It wasn't as
she had imagined their first time, but she couldn't complain. She toweled off
quickly, putting on her robe. When she exited the bathroom, Kusanagi was in the
kitchen preparing breakfast as promised. Her body immediately tightened again,
the warm feeling returning. He stood in front of the stove wearing his jeans.
They were zipped, but not buttoned.

He hadn't noticed her as she stepped carefully into the kitchen. She grinned
evilly, the warm feeling growing. Turnabout was fair play, wasn't it?

Slowly she glided over to the stove. She wrapped her arms around him from
behind, resting her head on his back. Her hands roamed over his chest freely,
bringing a low moan from somewhere in his throat. She nuzzled her nose against
his bare back, lightly trailing kisses across his shoulders. Her hands
eventually settled on his hips, plunging into his front denim pockets.

"Momiji!" he cried in surprise.

His body jerked as she felt his member through the denim. It took her a moment
to realize that he had neglected to put on his underwear. She rubbed his member
lightly using her thumbs. His breath caught, bringing a bigger smile to her
lips.

Her hands slowly moved out of his pockets. Grabbing his waist, she turned him
around to face her. Quickly he reached down to turn off the stove burners, but
otherwise didn't fight her. When he was facing her, she placed her hands on his
chest, tracing a path from his shoulders down to his waist where the jeans were
still unbuttoned. With one hand, she cupped him through the denim while the
other carefully unzipped the zipper. In unison her hands brushed over his hips
and down his taut thighs until his jeans rested at his ankles.

She kneeled before him, her hands eagerly caressing his manhood. She looked up
at him briefly before leaning forward, touching the tip of her tongue to the tip
of his member. She tightened her grip, moving her hands up and down on him with
an eagerness like he had in the bathroom. He moaned loudly, placing one hand on
the top of her head, massaging her hair. She looked up and saw his face was a
mask of pleasure. Inspired, she decided to continue.

He groaned as she slowly sucked him into her mouth. He ran his fingers through
her hair, both hands weaving through the still wet strands. She felt his
manhood get bigger somehow, and moved back and forth on him faster. She could
hear his breath catch. His body jerked involuntarily.

No. Now wasn't the time.

She pulled away, panting. He reached down, grabbing her shoulders and helping
her to stand up. She stood, her hands tracing a line from his ankles, over his
thighs and stomach, finally reaching behind him and settling on his lower back.

He leaned down and kissed her, mouth wide open. Her mouth opened under his,
their tongues dueling. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him.
The kiss grew deeper still, their bodies trying to melt into each other. He
stepped forward, forcing her back into a counter. He lifted her, setting her on
the counter top. Then his hands began working on her robe. It opened easily,
quickly baring her skin to the coolness of the apartment again. She gasped, her
body humming once again as she felt his hands roam over her skin, sliding his
hands over her breasts. She moaned as his fingers caressed her, and pinched her
nipples.

He bent to her breasts, nipping her nipples with his teeth. She opened her legs,
so he could stand closer to her. She hissed, sliding her hands up and down his
arms. Finally they reached behind his neck, holding him to her. One of his
hands squeezed her thigh as his mouth turned its attention to her other breast.
Then his hand moved up touch between her legs. She spread her legs wider for
him, letting his fingers explore freely. He made a small sound in his throat as
a gush of her juices covered his fingers.

Wickedness dancing in his amber eyes, he kneeled before her, just as she had done, and lightly touched his tongue to her womanhood. Her hands twitched, trying to grab onto something. Her hips jerked involuntarily. He rested her feet on his shoulders allowing himself better access to her. He licked her inner thigh before teasing her most sensitive area. He ran his tongue over her folds, sucking her juices and exploring deeply. Her eyes went wide as a cry of pure joy escaped her mouth. She arched her hips to give him more access and spread her arms across the counter for leverage. He nibbled her clitoris and plunged his tongue deep into her, causing her to cry out again, screaming his name.

Momiji groaned as his ministrations ended. She looked up, trying to see him.
He stood, rubbing his member up and down her entrance. Ever so slowly he pushed
himself into her. She sighed as he advanced into her, wriggling under him in
encouragement.

He slid his arms under her legs and held her hips as he slowly pulled out. All
the way out. She moaned at his teasing. Then he entered her again, pulled out
again. Finally he thrust deeply into her, holding himself still but for a
moment to enjoy the feeling.

Slowly he moved, working in and out in a slow rhythm. She held his arms,
scratching at them with her nails as she felt renewed rushes of pleasure. She
wanted to beg for more, but didn't have to. He panted as he stopped and pulled
her up against his chest. He kissed her intensely, hands moving under her
buttocks and stepping quickly over to the wall. He pressed her up against it,
hard, and began to slam into her with quick hard thrusts.

Momiji screamed, clinging to Kusanagi with her waning strength. By God, what
was happening to her?! She felt light, weightless. She was floating again, on
the ecstasy building inside her. The feeling was wonderful. Too wonderful.
Wonderfully overwhelming. She wanted it to go on forever, but her body was
quickly falling over the edge, trembling against him as she climaxed.

He groaned and bent his head to hers, kissing her again. He growled into her
mouth. She tightened her legs around him in response. He continued to push
into her, squeezing every last inch inside of her. He shuddered, finally
releasing himself. Momiji came again at this feeling, wrapping her arms around
him and hugging him tightly. She buried her final cries into his shoulder,
biting the flesh lightly.

Kusanagi stood for a few moments, collecting himself. He slipped out of Momiji
easily, setting her on the floor. Her legs trembled as she tried to stand on
her own. They hugged each other tightly, kissing each other gingerly on the
lips. When they separated he smiled at her.

"Breakfast is ruined now."

Momiji shrugged, resting her head on his chest. "Oh well." They stood in
silence for a few moments before she asked. "What was it you came here to tell
me anyway?"

"Hmm?"

She looked up at him with a smile. "The emergency?"

He blushed for the first time, running a free hand through his green hair. "Oh,
that."

"Yeah, that."

He shrugged. "It was nothing."

Momiji smiled. "Nothing? Are you sure?"

Kusanagi smiled down at her, placing a light kiss on her forehead. "I'm sure."

"Okay," Momiji replied, hugging him.

He kissed her on the tip of her nose, turning to their unfinished breakfast.
"Looks like I'll have to start all over again."

"Good. That'll give me some time to get dressed." She looked at him with one
eyebrow raised. "That is, if you WANT me to get dressed."

Kusanagi's smile widened and he shook his head. "You just want to get me into
trouble, don't you?"

"Why would I want to do that?" she asked with an evil grin. She reached up with
one hand, pulling his head down to meet hers. They kissed, lips meeting
passionately. When they parted, Momiji whispered, "Aishiteru, Kusanagi-chan."

"Aishiteru, Momiji-chan," he replied, placing another light kiss on her lips
before turning back to the stove.

Momiji walked into the bedroom as Kusanagi finished with breakfast. She smiled,
humming, the joy in her heart beating like a drum. She pulled out fresh clothes
from her dresser, examining them carefully before putting them on. She began to
put her thoughts into order, trying to determine what it was she needed to do
today.

Why did I get up early today, she pondered again as she began to dress.

For the pleasures of the heart, one may never know.



~~FIN~~