Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Control ❯ Control ( Chapter 1 )

The rain seemed never ending during the last few weeks, reinforced by the fact that it was raining hard once more. The halls seemed more quiet than usual as Vicious made his way back to his own apartment. He didn't know why he told her to meet him in his rooms, but he did.

 

 

He opened the door to find her standing next to the window, her hand tracing the condensation that dripped down the window pane. Reiko was one of the more skilled hitmen that were employed in the Syndicate. Never questioning an order and finishing it with deadly precision.

 

 

Closing the door behind him, Vicious crossed the distance between them, stopping just in front of her. Without so much as a warning he crushed her small body to his, one hand on the small of her back, the other in her hair bringing them together in a kiss, bruising in its intensity. She didn't fight or struggle against him, she returned the kiss with just as much heat and force.

 

 

Vicious lifted her off the ground causing Reiko to wrap her legs around his waist as he made his way to the bedroom, without even breaking the kiss. As he pushed the door open with his foot and more or less dropped Reiko on the bed, he wondered, why her? She was nothing like her, nothing like Julia. Where Julia had blond tresses, Reiko had short wavy brown hair. Julia's eyes were a soft blue and almost sad, moved those to protect her, Reiko's deep chocolate eyes when not predatory and emotionless were full of fire and passion that could entice anyone her gaze fell on, making them want to attempt to tame the heat.

 

 

When they both had made it on the bed, finally succeeding in removing clothing, the touches were anything but gentle. It was rough and almost painful, leaving them hungry for more. Gentle and tender was something neither of them could ever be, it wasn't a part of who they were, and maybe that's why he sought her out. It had been so long since he allowed another woman to touch him and perhaps he just needed to fulfill that basic human need for contact between two people that wasn't about death. Or perhaps he just needed a good fuck.

 

 

Reiko was able to flip them over, moving Vicious beneath her. She bent down, trailing kisses and harsh nips up his chest and across his neck. His hands roamed over her form as she hovered over him. Her small frame was such a deception to those around her, making her nearly perfect for any job, no one would suspect her. She had more strength than she showed as she pushed him back down into the mattress when he went to move. He gripped her hips harshly as he turned them over once more, her little moment of dominance was over.

 

 

He ground his hips against hers, hitting the right spot as she arched her body against his. Vicious held an almost bruising hold on Reiko's thigh as he slowly moved against her, the slow pace wasn't out of tenderness but to drive Reiko on. The slow pace making her impatient and restless, keeping her release just out of her reach. He would thrust hard every so often, earning him a cry of pleasure mixed with frustration as he softened it again. Finally he thrust into harshly as she wanted, Reiko finally receiving the release she sought.

 

 

As he ran a hand down the inside of her thigh, he couldn't help but notice the differences between the two again. Julia's skin was lightly sun kissed, where Reiko's was a creamy pale. Julia's body was smooth and clear while Reiko's was speckled with scars bellying the seasoned fighter she truly was. Julia was thin, her body soft, Reiko was firm from all the training she endured. The most notable difference between the two, he thought as he molded Reiko's body in anyway he desired with nothing coming from her besides the lustful moans and pants, was the control he had over them. With Julia, he had no control, if any; she was unpredictable and unstable in her actions, her feelings torn and her loyalties questionable. She was delicate and resilient, reminding many of angels, white wings and all.

 

 

But Reiko was different. He lifted her hips up to him, Reiko got the direction, wrapping her legs around his hips. She let him move her body anyway he wanted, she gave the control over to him, giving as hard as she got. Reiko was under his control, her loyalties were only to him, she followed no one else's commands but his and she never questioned his decisions. With one final hard thrust, Vicious had reached his climax; he rested his weight on his forearms as the tension that had been in his body all day melted away.

 

 

Vicious rolled off of Reiko, allowing her to get up. She climbed out of bed and made her way into his bathroom. He heard the shower turn on, lasting for only a few minutes, most likely just washing the aftermath that was running down her thighs before she put her clothing back on.

 

 

As she got dressed, Vicious watched her form from the bed. She was what most would have called curvy. She had full round hips, a firm ass and smooth full breasts. Any man would probably say that she must be some kind of devil vixen, but Reiko was an angel as well, an archangel, brandishing a sword and black wings. Julia and Reiko were nothing alike. Reiko could never be anything like Julia, Reiko was something completely different, he thought as she finished dressing and headed for the door.

 

 

“Reiko.” His voice stopped her in her tracks, she turned and faced him, waiting for him to continue speaking. “A car will take you to the club tomorrow, wear a skirt.” Reiko nodded her affirmation and left. Vicious leaned back against the headboard, grabbing his cigarettes from a side table drawer. He smirked as he placed the cigarette between his lips and lit it. He relished the first puff of smoke as he released it. Perhaps it was time for something different.