Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Mistake for a LIfetime ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: This part is NC-17, for lemon (i.e. explicit sexual content). If this bothers you, then please don't read! Thanks go to Ai-chan for helping me with this part! :D

Chapter Two

Miaka yawned, stretching. She and Amiboshi were leaning against a tree, not too far from where his new home was. His parents had insisted the two go out for a bit before supper. He was all too ready to comply with their wishes.

Now, the two sat against a tree, Miaka looking up at the darkening sky. Amiboshi sat next to her, his eyes closed as he played his flute. She smiled, listening to the soft tones of the music. It was just like before the summoning ceremony. She remembered just before the summoning. All of them had been out in the gardens, just socializing.

She had sat behind a similar tree, Tamahome behind her, holding her to him closely. She could still smell him. He was exotic and sweet, all at the same time. Chiriko, or rather Amiboshi, had been perched in the branches of the tree, playing.

Shaking her head, Miaka turned to Amiboshi. "It's very pretty here."

"Hai, Miaka-san. I like it. It's quiet and peaceful here. I haven't had much of a quiet life, as you can probably guess." Amiboshi replied, turning to look at her as he spoke.

"Really? Like what?" Miaka asked curiously. She flushed, looking down at the hard look that came over his features. "Gomen! I didn't mean to upset you. I shouldn't have asked."

"No, no. It's okay. I'm not mad at you. Its just life for Shun-chan and me was hard. Especially after our parents died."

"Oh. Gomen nasai. I didn't know." Miaka felt her face flush.

He laughed. "It's okay, Miaka-san. I know you didn't know. It's okay. Don't worry about it." Amiboshi assured her as he lowered his flute.

"Kaika!! Miaka!! Dinner's ready!"

*Piku* Miaka's eyes widened and she jumped up to her feet. "Food!"

Amiboshi sweat dropped, but stood. "Hai..." He was left standing alone as she dashed into the house.

* * *

Tae smiled at Miaka as she came dashing inside. "Freshen up dear. It's almost ready."

"HAI!!"

The bohkyoku was ready. She looked at her husband, who nodded. They had to do this for the sake of their son. She wouldn't loose another child.

Smiling, she placed bowls of rice on the table in front of each occupant. It was all normal except for Miaka's bowl had a certain flavor added to it...

Dinner progressed uneventfully, save for Miaka's ravenous eating. Amiboshi made sure to keep his eyes on his plate. Past experience with her had taught him that if he watched her eat, he'd rapidly loose his own appetite.

Once dinner was finished, Miaka stood, but swayed on her feet. She suddenly had a pounding headache.

"Why don't you go rest, my dear? I'll have Kaika bring in something for you." Tae reassured Miaka softly.

Suzaku's miko nodded, stumbling her way into her room.

Once she was gone, Tae handed Amiboshi a bowl of broth. "This will help her. Stay with her until it takes affect."

"Hai." Amiboshi took the bowl.

"Oh and Kaika?"

"Hai?" Amiboshi turned to stare at Tae.

She smiled. "I love you. Now go on."

"Er...hai..." Amiboshi frowned, but did as she said.

Lo put his arm around his wife when Amiboshi left. "What you did was for the best, Tae. After tonight, they'll be ours. They'll be safe."

* * *

Pushing aside the curtain, Amiboshi entered the small room Miaka had been given. It was small and cozy, a small breeze floating in through the open window. Smiling, he sat down next to Miaka, who was currently clutching her head in pain on the bed.

"Miaka-san...here. Drink this. It will help your headache." Amiboshi offered the bowl to her kindly.

She smiled up at him painfully and accepted the bowl. She sniffed and made a face. Medicine always did taste horrible...

Taking a deep breath, she gulped the contents of the bowl in one swallow. Blinking, she lowered the bowl from her lips. She felt so...woozy all of a sudden. She dropped the bowl and Amiboshi caught it in reflex. "Miaka-san?"

Blinking owlishly, Miaka giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're so nice, Amiboshi-kun."

"Er...arigatou, Miaka-san...maybe you should...get off me..." He began to sweat, as her arms were securely around his neck, her body pressed up against his.

"Iie...I like it here, don't you?" She purred, brushing her lips against his tenderly.

His eyes widened and he shivered. She'd never been this close to him before. She smelled of daisies and daffodils. "Miaka-san..."

"Hush." Miaka pressed against him, her lips claiming his in a fierce kiss. He moaned, instinctively wrapping his arms around her. She smelled so good and was so soft.

"But...Miaka-san. What about Tamah..." His words were cut off again at the sweet taste of her lips on his. He closed his eyes, giving in. If this was what she wanted...

Truth was, he wanted to give in to her. She was so sweet and kind and beautiful. Everything about her radiated beauty. She had tried to save him when the others hadn't given a damn. She really cared.

"Miaka..." Bring his hands up, he cupped her face in them and kissed her back passionately, his tongue sliding over her lips ravenously.

She moaned, pressing against him demandingly. Their lips met once more, his unsure, hers demanding.

Pushing him onto his back, Miaka couldn't explain what had come over her. She suddenly couldn't keep her hands off him. He was so sweet and dear and hers...

Her mouth claimed his, tongue teasing his lips open. He gasped, instinctively parting them. Her tongue darted forward, stroking his sweetly. Droplets of the broth still on her lips brushed his.

His eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed in desire. Crushing her to him, he claimed her mouth, plundering its depths.

She moaned, her fingers tangling in his blonde hair. He tilted her head back, tongues dueling madly. A plaintive groan escaped his lips and he crushed her to him fiercely. Brushing the fingertips of her fingers down his cheeks, Miaka pressed against him hungrily.

The sash around his waist fell to the floor as her hands sought out skin to touch. Her fingers glided over his chest, the fastenings coming undone. His tunic soon pooled on the floor next to the sash, forgotten.

Pulling back, she licked her lips, taking in the sight of him. He was beautiful, a piece of art. He was like a sculpture come to life. The planes of his chest cried out to her and she responded. The pads of her fingers ran over the contours of his chest, exploring.

A flash of something; a memory. He cried out, his eyes wide as he watched her tongue surround and lave one of his exposed nipples. Purring deep in her throat, she rested her hands on his chest, her tongue working him into a frenzy of need.

Growling, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. She mewed in protest. To silence her, his mouth claimed hers once more and she moaned, arching into his touch.

Teasingly, he pulled back just enough so she was out of reach. Smiling devilishly, his tongue licked her lips sensuously. She gasped, closing her eyes at the erotic touch. Tracing her lips with his tongue, he distracted her just long enough to slip her blouse off.

Slender white shoulders greeted his hungry gaze. He remembered seeing that white...thing covering her before. His fingers fumbled with the catches for a moment until they came free. Eyes wide, she whimpered in need.

Smiling, his lips brushed over her face. She closed her eyes, sighing softly. This was heaven, pure heaven. Gasping, her eyes opened wide. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moaned at the feel of his lips on her ear.

Tongue flicking out, he teased her earlobe for a moment before taking it into his mouth. She cried out, tilting her head to the side. His lips felt so incredible on her hot skin.

Catching her breath, Miaka moaned. Arching her back, she cried out as she felt his teeth graze her neck. Moaning, she threaded her fingers into his blonde hair.

He smiled up at her, licking her lips once. She mewed, and then screamed when his mouth engulfed one of her breasts. Pleased with her response, he came near to devouring her. Her skin was soft and her responses were driving him insane with need.

But he wanted her mindless when he finally claimed her as his own. He looked up, noting her labored breathing. He frowned. She was enjoying herself that was for certain. But she wasn't nearly as incoherent as he wished.

Returning to his quest, he nibbled and bit, sending her writhing once more. Continuing his work, he looked up to watch her as he removed the last barriers of clothing between them. She never even noticed; her whole existence was centered upon what his wonderful tongue was doing to her.

Smirking devilishly, he claimed her, his tongue and mouth worshiping every inch of her. She screamed, her fingers digging into the sheets on either side of her. Her body thrashed, pleasure assaulting her from every angle. Shaking her head from side to side, she cried out his name, everything blurring.

Watching her as her body was consumed with pleasure, Kaika bit his lip until it bled. She was so hot and so beautiful. He moaned, feeling his member tighten as he gazed at her. He couldn't stand it any longer; he had to have her.

Spreading her legs, he pushed into her, sheathing himself completely within her. Miaka's eyes widened, her mouth opened to scream in pain. Kaika covered her body with his, his mouth covering hers. She moaned, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist.

A shiver went through him, feeling her surround him completely. It was...indescribable. Moaning against her mouth, he pushed, beginning slow and shallow thrusts. When her mouth opened to scream, he took the opportunity to tease her tongue with his own. She mewed, clinging to him desperately.

Miaka clung to Kaika fiercely, her passion meeting his. The initial pain of their joining had been intense, but quickly forgotten. Something seemed to nag at her, something important. But everything paled with the onslaught of pleasure that consumed her. She cried out, urging him for more.

Licking her lips, his blue eyes grew wide. He was nearly breathless, but wanted so much more from her. She was so tight and delicious. Pushing against her, he increased his rhythm and force to a frenzied pace. Her mouth opened and he claimed it as well, muffling her screams.

Both were lost, their rising pleasure sending them both into ecstasy. Kaika shuddered, watching with fascination as Miaka came for the second time that night. It was the most beautiful thing he'd seen. Her lips opened in a silent moan, her eyes closed as her body arched into his.

Biting her lower lip, he sought to retain some sanity. Finally giving up, he followed her into oblivion, crying out her name in ecstasy. Shudders racked his body as he collapsed, pulling out of her and laying next to her, exhausted.

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Kaika pulled her into his arms and she went gratefully. Eyes closed, , they fell into an exhausted sleep, the bohkyoku wearing off as they slept.

Tan and Lo looked in on the two, and then nodded wordlessly. They went to bed, pleased that the aphrodisiac that had been added to the bohkyoku had done its work.