Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Black Hawke ❯ Waiting ( Chapter 14 )
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By: Mangetsu 
Finally... a new chapter.
WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.20.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Finally... a new chapter.
WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.20.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Greetings from the pit! Yes, it is a new chapter for 'Black Hawke'. There is another one half finished on my computer. Please allow me to extend my heartfelt thanks to everyone who has come forward and supported me in one of my darkest times. I am recovering from a near emotional collapse brought on by an exacerbation of my bypolar condition. During the last 3-4 months I have undergone medication changes and it has taken time for me to acclimate. I appologize for the long abscense. Hopefully I am on my way back to the world of writing. I'm eager to start again.
God bless to all my dear friends. Thank you.
Tsuki-san
Chapter Fourteen
Waiting
“So whose this flatfoot?” A scruffy looking boy with wheat colored hair and freckles speckling his nose stood up from the nahgihyde couch and approached the young man who stood next to the Black Hawke. “He looks like a fucking preppy for god’s sake.”
“Mind your mouth, Murphy.” Hawke lightly cuffed the boy on the back of the neck as he circled his and Soujiro’s position. “If Kay hears you, she’ll have you sucking on soap.”
“Ah, man. You didn’t bring the chick with you this time, did you?” The boy rolled his clear green eyes and snorted at the tall man. “She’s a pain, Hawke, always talking about keeping the bathroom clean and folding our clothes. Isn’t it bad enough we got the pack leaders breathing down our necks all the time without some chick trying to be our mother?”
“She’s not trying to be your mother, Murphy, and you know it.” Hawke offered the barest hint of a smile to the frustrated boy. “You just don’t like having a woman messing in your business, but I’ll tell you what, puppy, you dis my girl anymore, and you and me are going to be having some serious words.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Murphy didn’t look worried, instead he just waved Hawke’s threat off like an irritating fly and went to sit on the arm of the couch. “So, who is he?” He asked again, chewing on a dirty fingernail.
“His name is, Soujiro, and he’s going to be your new Pack Leader, so suck it up, puppy, and treat him with a little more respect.”
“You’re kidding right?” Murphy traded a round of laughter with the other two boys sitting with him. “He don’t look any older than Gibbs here. This is a joke, right?”
“Nope, no joke.” Hawke stepped forward, narrowing his gaze at the guffawing teens until they chaffed beneath it’s intensity. “Now listen up,” he growled, watching them shrink back against the couch. “Soujiro’s no kid. He’s twenty-five, even if he does look eighteen, and he’s no stranger to the streets. Hell, he could probably teeth you gutter-crawlers a few things about stealing and picking-pockets. He’s the best I’ve seen yet.”
“You... You’re a pick-pocket?” Gibbs, a dark-eyed, blonde with a scar on his chin gazed with disbelief at the baby-faced Soujiro.
“Yes,” The gray-eyed man nodded, stepping up next to Hawke. “That’s how I fed my sister and myself for almost five years... that and stealing food from the outdoor markets.”
“Five... years?” All three boys were stunned. “And you never got caught?” Gibbs stood up, his hands stuffed in his back pockets. “Not once?”
“Not once... til a couple of nights ago.” A shamed look passed over the fine features and Soujiro stole a quick look at the tall, slim man next to him. “Then I picked a bad mark.” He sighed and shrugged, looking into space. “I guess there’s a first time for everything... even for somebody who thinks they know everything... like me.” He locked eyes with the youth in front of him. “I thought I knew everything there was to know about picking-pockets. Well, I didn’t. There was somebody who knew more than me. He did.” A jerk of his head toward Hawke told who he was referring to. “He knows how to spot a thief... even a good one. He had me pegged long before I even made my lift, and he was ready for it. It was my turn to be the sitting duck, and I didn’t like it much.”
“You knew he was going to pick your pocket?” Gibbs stared at Hawke. “How could you know?”
“He made too many mistakes. Even for someone as good as he was, he didn’t count on me knowing my way around the streets, and he was sloppy-in too big of a hurry. He took me for a spoiled rich-boy more interested in my date than what was going on around me... he right in one respect, but wrong in another.” Hawke laid a reassuring hand on Soujiro’s shoulder. “I’m always interested in Kay, but I never stop watching what’s going on around me... never.”
“Did you live on the streets too, Mr. Soujiro?” The third boy, a young version of Murphy with green eyes, inserted himself into the conversation. “Or did you have a place? I used to live in a cardboard box under the 9th street bridge. Did you ever do that?”
“Yeah, a few times. After my mom died, my sister and I ended up on the streets finding a roof wherever we could. Sometimes it was a box, others it was an empty, rundown warehouse or something. You take what you can get and be grateful you got it, eh?”
“Yeah,” the boy nodded and looked at the floor. “So why didn’t your dad help you out? Did he run out on you? Mine did.”
“No,” Soujiro walked over to the couch and knelt down in front of the boy, catching his lime-green gaze and seeing the sheen of wetness inside. “My dad died five years ago. When my mom died, it was just me and my sis. I guess you could say we were orphans.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” He replied. “My dad just left me and my mom-said he was going to buy some smokes at the store, ‘cept he never came back.” He snuffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Then my mom got really sad and one day when I came home from school, she was on the couch sleeping and I couldn’t wake her up. She was dead... I been on the street ever since cause I don’t have no body else.”
“Damn,” Soujiro swore softly, glancing over his shoulder at Hawke, whose face was a blank mask, although his ice blue eyes were on fire with emotion. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Alex.”
“Well, Alex, my name is Soujiro Seta, and you don’t have to call me Mister anything. Just Soujiro, okay?”
“Okay,” Alex’s face brightened. “Are you really twenty-five?”
“Yes,” Laughter rolled off Soujiro’s tongue. “How old are you?”
“Twelve, but I’ll be thirteen this November.”
“Excellent.” Rising to his feet, Soujiro faced the other two boys again. “How old are you, Murphy?”
“Fifteen.”
“Gibbs?” ;
“The same.”
“Tell me something, Gibbs. Were you a pick-pocket?”
“Yeah.” The boy shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. “I wasn’t anywhere near as good as you. I got caught a lot.”
“Is that where you got that scar? Somebody catch you?”
“Yeah.” The dark eyes darted to Soujiro’s face. “Like you said, I picked a bad mark.”
“I got it.” Soujiro was beginning to understand why Hawke/Aoshi did what he did with these kids. “Where did Hawke find you?”
“Bleeding on the street after the guy tried to teach me a lesson.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Four months.”
“You like it better here than out there?”
“Hell, yeah.” Gibbs looked at Murphy, who was nodding emphatically as well.
“If it wasn’t for The Black Hawke, we’d all be rat food, man.” The harsh edge to Murphy’s voice only lent that much more credibility to his point. “He’s the one in the world ever gave me a chance... even my old man never... nobody never...” Pale blue eyes darkened and the boy’s words halted abruptly for a long moment. “He’s the only one ever believed any of us was worth the time it took to find out what we were thinking. Nobody in my life ever asked me once what I was thinking about... nobody. I was just a stinkin’ punk that was always up to no good; not worth the powder to blow to hell...”
“That’s all any of us is worth most of the time.” Gibbs voice was rough and he grabbed a handful of Murphy’s jacket over the shoulder. “But after we came here, that changed. We got real responsibilities, real purpose, and people are giving us a chance to prove we can be trusted. Some us can’t be, though,” He shifted his gaze to Hawke. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Gibbs, unfortunately, that is right. Some of you never quite come around to the Pack’s way of life, but we have to try anyway. Nobody’s ever forgotten... no one’s left behind.”
“No one’s left behind?” Soujiro turned and stared at Hawke/Aoshi, a new burgeoning of respect blooming in his soul for the strangest, most enigmatic man he ever met. “You really believe that, don’t you? You want to save them all... Just because you think no one deserves to be forgotten... you want to save every one of them.”
“Yes,” Hawke/Aoshi locked eyes with a stunned Soujiro. “That’s exactly what I want to do, and why.
“I think I get it now-I finally understand.” Wide gray eyes gazed long and intense at the three boys faces, and then Soujiro faced Hawke, his voice low and filled with humility and respect. “Thank-you.” He said. “Thank-you, for not forgetting Nina and I... thank-you, for not leaving us behind.”
Hawke/Aoshi smiled gently and placed his hand lightly on the younger man’s shoulder. “You’re welcome, Soujiro Seta, and thank-you. Thank-you, more than you know.”
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It was four days since she saw him, and she was getting antsy, irritable, and just plain snappish. She had a headache, she couldn’t eat, she hadn’t slept for two nights, and she was yelling at customers at work. He hadn’t called, and her eyes were starting to burn from watching the telephone, willing it to ring. Her knees ached from running up and down the stairs every time she heard a noise, thinking it was the front door, and she was beginning to think the whole thing was just a bad joke... on her. And that was after he told her he wanted to hang around for a while.
“Yeah, right, Himura...” she grumbled, rolling into a hump on her bed, burying her face in the quilts. “I’ll bet you haven’t even thought about me since you left. Hummph!” Misao tried to sound her old cagey self, but it came out just a little too shaky for her liking. ‘Damn that rotten red-head!’ She thought. ‘He knows he’s got me right where he wants me... wrapped around his...’
BLLRIING!!
Misao leapt to her feet and raced down the stairs almost falling over the small catalog table to catch the phone before it rang three times. “H-hello?” She stammered, holding her breath, hoping.
“Hey, girl friend.” Kenshin’s teasing voice crackled over the line. “You’re breathing hard. What you doing over there... without me?”
“Himura? You jerk!” She snarled into the receiver. “Where the hell have you been. It’s been four days and I haven’t so much as heard a ‘kiss my ass, baby’ from you.”
“Well, excuse me, Miss Prissy Pants,” he quipped in return. “I didn’t know you wanted to kiss my ass. If I did, I would have called sooner.”
“Himura!”
“Alright, alright.” He was laughing. “I’m sorry I didn’t call til now, but I haven’t had a chance.”
“Sure, I bet...”
“Hey, I said I didn’t have a chance, and I meant it. Believe I’m telling you the truth, or not, Misao, it’s up to you, but I have no reason to lie. It wouldn’t be good for what I have in mind for you if I did.”
That caught Misao off guard. “What...?” She squeaked, and cleared her throat. “What do you have in mind?” She demanded. “Maybe I won’t like it.” But her skin was already starting to tingle.
“Hmm, you’re being such a bitch, maybe I won’t tell you, and I’ll let you stew ‘til the weekend instead of coming over tonight like I planned. How ‘bout that, brat?”
“No!” She cried into the phone. “Oh God, Kenshin! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so bitchy, it’s just... well, it’s just that I... shit!” Her voice trailed off as embarrassment and sexual frustration got the better of her. She really hated the fact that he could do this to her. Damn him anyway.
“It’s just ‘what?’, girl friend?” He prodded, the question laced with humor. “Tell me what you were going to say or else I’m hanging up...”
“Nooooo...” Her hands turned white as her grip on the receiver turned panicky. “Wait...”
“Then tell me what’s going on with you, baby.” The tone he was talking in dropped several degrees and she shivered. “Tell me what’s on your mind. What’s got you so wound up?”
“I...umm,” she sank down onto the faded couch, one of her hands clutching the front of her shirt. “I... dammit! I miss you...” she finally choked out. “I’ve been sitting around, waiting for you to call... I can’t sleep, I can’t eat... Kay’s ready to kill me ‘cause I’m such a testy bitch...” The words trailed off and silence answered her. She waited and nothing happened. “Himura?”
“Open the front door, Misao.”
“Wh-what?” She looked across the room at the door, wondering what he was talking about.
“I said open the front door, little girl. It’s just a little cold out here.”
Realization suddenly dawned on her, and she dropped the phone, the receiver falling unnoticed to the floor as she jumped to her feet and dashed over the cold floor. Her nervous fingers fumbled with the deadbolt, and she whimpered, anxiety heavy in her voice as she struggled to work the lock. Then she was throwing the door open wide, her large ocean green eyes drinking in the site of the sexy, slender red-head leaning so nonchalantly against the doorframe. He was still dressed in his martial arts training clothes-white hakama with a black gi. A wide black belt tied around the waist showed the level of his mastery of the arts. On his feet he wore those funny one-toe socks and Japanese sandals. His hair was pulled back in a black tie at the back of his head, but still fell past his waist. The sight of him took Misao’s breath away.
“Where’s your coat, stupid.” She asked, reaching out to grab the front of his gi, yanking him inside. “You’ll freeze to death in this flimsy stuff.”
“Well, I was hoping you’d warm me up, brat.” He said, shutting the door behind him and pulling her into his arms so he could bury his nose in the heat of her neck and shoulder. “Hmmm,” he murmured, letting his hands slide up her back to spread out between her shoulder blades. “You are definitely warm.
“I am?” Misao’s thoughts started to swim as the feel and ginger scent of him filled her senses. “You feel like an ice cube.” Unbidden, a deep sigh slithered free of her lips, and her head dropped back, giving him freer access to her fragile throat. Tiny moans of hungry pleasure escaped her as his mouth opened over her flesh, and her hands crawled over his shoulders and found their way into the satin of his hair. “Ken-shin... I... oh...”
“What, Angel?” He asked, raising his head to look down into the glazed beauty of her face. “Tell me, ‘what’? What do you want?” The cool brush of his fingers traced the arch of her cheek then dropped to pass over the trembling fullness of her lips. “Talk to me, Angel.” His teeth nibbled her earlobe. “Talk to me, Misao, tell me what you want.”
“I... I want you.” She was breathless, her hands cupping the back of his head, pulling him down to her. “Kiss me,” she begged. “I want... please... kiss... Ken...”
“Anything for you, Angel.” He whispered, palming her cheek. “Anything,” Turning his head, he found her mouth open and waiting. A low growl vibrated in his chest and he pushed his tongue through the space between her teeth, then molded his lips to the softness of hers. She shuddered in his embrace, the temperature of her flesh increasing as her heart beat sped up, flooding her body with the warmth of blood, and he plundered her mouth.
Her feet took a half-step closer to him, and her breasts pressed into his chest while her hips melded into his thighs. One of his hands slipped down, pressing into the small of her back, pulling her lower body even tighter into him, pushing the hard rod of his arousal against her stomach. She shuddered again, pulling away from his mouth to grind her body into his. “Ken-shin,” she gasped, her voice full of need. “I-I want...” Her trembling hands pulled his head down to her shoulders and breasts. “I want... Ken...”
Kenshin obliged her by pulling her shirt free of her jeans and yanking it off over her head. The next moment it and the lacy film of her bra were forgotten in messy pile on the floor next to their feet, and Kenshin’s nose and lips were lost in the heat of Misao’s breasts.
“God I want this,” he groaned, taking a pert, pink nipple into his mouth, laving it into a hard nub with his tongue. “I missed you too, Angel. I missed you more than you know.” She whimpered in his embrace and he reached behind her to palm her ass in both hands, lifting her off the floor, and wrapping her shapely legs around his waist. “It’s been a long four days.”
“You... you missed me?” Misao looked down into Kenshin’s face, surprise and delight clearly written all over her fine features. “Do you really mean that?”
“Yes,” He grinned, climbing the stairs toward her room. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” Kissing her again, he maneuvered them through her door, closed it with his foot, and then knelt on the bed, depositing her in the middle. “It took everything I had to keep my mind on what I had to do at work, and when I got done today, I didn’t even shower and change. I just left and came here. So...” He stretched out on top of her, one leg riding high between hers. “I hope you like the au’natural smell of a man whose been working out all day, ‘cause that’s what you got, baby.”
“I don’t care,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck and chest with her nose and mouth. “I just missed you so much, and I thought... I was afraid that...” she hid her face against his shoulder, her voice trailing off into silence.
“You thought what?” He tugged on her hair, pulling her away from her burrow with gentle persistence. “What did you think?” His dark amethyst eyes were wary and filled with confusion. “Did you think I was playing you, Misao? When I didn’t call? Is that what you’re so desperately trying not to say?”
“I...” She swallowed hard, nodded, and hid against his shoulder again. “I’m sorry. I just figured...”
“You figured I got what I wanted, played you, and got out while I was ahead? Yes?” His voice was tinged with anger. “Am I close here?”
“Yes,” she trembled against him. “Are you mad?”
“A little.” He said, pulling her away from him again. “We got to get something straight here, little girl, before we go any further, or there isn’t going to be an ‘any further’. Understand?” Misao nodded, her eyes huge and bright with sudden tears. “We aren’t going to play any more games, Misao. I don’t like them, have no patience for them, and have no tolerance for the people who play them.” Gently he caught a stray tear with the tip of his finger as it slid from the corner of her eye. “I told you I was going to hang around for a while, and I meant it. I don’t know how long that is going to be, but it’s longer than four fucking days... got that?” His gaze was fierce, and she nodded mutely. “Next, I am never going to say something to you I don’t mean, unless I’m teasing you, and, trust me, you’ll know the difference. I told you I would call you, and I did. The only reason it took so much longer than either of us wanted is because a bunch of shit I didn’t count on happened at The Blood Bond, and I had to take care of it... sometimes, my job is going to come first, but not because I want it to, it has to. I have responsibilities to a lot of people, but I will never forget about you or blow you off. So, if this thing with us is going to work, you have to trust me that I’m going to be here whenever I can.”
“Is that what you want?” Misao asked in a small voice, her hands resting tenuously on his shoulders. “Do you want to be with me?”
“If I didn’t, girl friend, I wouldn’t have ditched the dojo tonight without a shower and clean clothes just to get here so I could find out if my memory of how good you tasted was right or not.” Tender and with deliberate meaning, Kenshin bent down and took Misao’s lips in a long, deep kiss that left them both breathless and needing more. “My memory’s pretty good, but it’s no where near as good as the real thing, Angel.” His hands palmed her breasts as he trailed butterfly kisses along her jaw and cheekbones. “You are so small... so exquisite... your like holding this beautiful, exotic flower, but the thorns gotta go, sweetheart.” He raised up and let his shimmering golden orbs gaze full into her wide eyes. “A man likes a challenge, but not constantly watching his back. He likes to be trusted and believed... just like you do.” Brushing the satin of her ebony hair off her forehead, Kenshin nuzzled Misao’s nose. “Can you trust me, Angel? Will you believe the things I tell you and stop making your own assumptions? Will you believe that I want to be with you? That you’re all I think about right now... almost to the point of purest distraction? If I’m not careful, I’m going to have an accident.”
“Kenshin...” Misao snuffled and rubbed her nose against him. “I’m sorry... I-I just never had anyone like you want me before... no one ever really wanted me before... I don’t know how to be...”
“Just be yourself, little girl.” He whispered, gathering her up in his arms. “That’s all any of us should ever be, and that’s all I want from you. Just be Misao.”
“B-but nobody likes ‘her’,” she wailed, tears finally falling. “She’s... she’s a porcupine”
Kenshin couldn’t help himself-he burst into laughter, rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him. “But she’s a beautiful porcupine,” he said, kissing her wet cheeks. “And she gives me a hard-on that practically rips my jeans. There aren’t many who can lay claim to that feat of physical prowess.”
“Kenshin, that’s not funny,” She frowned at him, her eyes flashing jealously. “I don’t need to hear about all your sex exploits...”
“No, you don’t, but it stopped you feeling sorry for yourself in a hurry, didn’t it?” His grin was decidedly wicked.
“Oh you... that was rotten!” She raised up, fist balled and ready to throttle him, but he caught it on the downswing, wrestling her beneath him once again. “Damn you!” She yelled, fighting to break free of his iron grasp. “That’s not fair...”
“You know what they say, Angel.” Amber eyes twinkled with amusement as he held her hands over her head in one hand and swept her jeans and underwear off with the other. “All’s fair...”
“Ken.......” Her tirade was abruptly shut off as he swooped down and seized her lips in a bruising, passionate kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth where he massaged it with his own. She moaned heavy in her chest and started pulling on his gi, pushing it off his shoulders, fighting with the baggy material. “Take this damn thing off,” she muttered thickly. “These stupid pants-things too. I want to feel your skin... all of it.”
“A little bossy, aren’t you, brat?” Deftly he pulled the tie around his waist loose and shrugged out of his gi, then shimmied out of his hakama, dropping both articles of clothing on the floor. “You think I’m just going to jump whenever you snap your fingers?”
“No,” she nibbled on his collar bone. “But you did take your clothes off... didn’t you?”
“Hmm, you got a point there.” He was grinning again and licked her lips with the tip of his tongue. “I suppose giving into your bossiness once in a while wouldn’t be too terrible... as long as you don’t try to make a habit out of it.”
“Would I do that?” She asked, feigning innocence, her hips moving sensuously beneath his.
“Yes, you would.” He growled, shifting so that his engorged cock slipped between her thighs and pressed into the gateway of her moist heat. Her body shuddered violently and her hands moved under him and around to grab at the hard muscles of his ass. “Hmm,” he pushed a little further inside, feeling her body contract, squeezing the satin of his flesh. “Looks like I’m the one calling the shots now... doesn’t it?” She surged upward into his body, trying to pull him all the way in, but he held back, looking down into her flushed face with fascination. “Tell me what you want, Misao.” He whispered, his mouth a breath away from hers. “Tell me exactly what you want from me, Angel. I want to hear every word.”
“Ken...” Her voice was a raspy cry as she pulled at him to fill her. “Please...” she moaned. “I-I need you...” She writhed against him, searching, wanting. “...inside me... please... I want all of you... inside of me... hard and f-fast...”
“What else, baby? What else do you want? Tell me?” His tongue slid slowly inside the edge of her bottom lip, tracing the pearls of her lower teeth, making her whimper with hunger as he pushed another inch inside.
“Oooooo God....” Her back arched and her legs wrapped around his body, her ankles locking somewhere in the region of his ribs. “...m-make me sc-scream... Ken-shin,” her voice was almost a sob. “M-make me cum... make m-me scream, baby... I want to feel your cock in the back of my throat...”
“Bloody hell...” Her last words were his undoing, and Kenshin braced his weight on his elbows and knees, surging into the hot, hungry core of her soul, wrenching a wild cry from the depths of her being. A primitive sound of possession erupted from him and he pulled out only to slam back inside, jarring both her bones and his. “Don’t you ever question my wanting to be with you again, Misao.” He grated through clenched teeth. “You drive me fucking insane, little girl, like no one ever has before, and if you haven’t figured that out yet, you should know it now.” Over and over he pounded his cock into her sloppy wetness, wringing cry after cry from her fragile throat as he pushed her higher toward the screaming climax she asked him for.
Rolling onto his back, Kenshin pulled Misao on top of him, straddled his waist, his cock still buried deep inside. She moaned low in her throat, letting her head fall back and grinding down with her hips, back arched like a bow. He grabbed her ass, a full, rounded cheek in each hand, and lifted her up, watching as his cock slipped free, glistening with the sheen of her arousal. “God... baby,” he rasped in a hoarse voice, bringing her body back down, impaling her on his shaft and piercing the barrier of her cervix. Misao screamed and her hands clenched around the sinuous muscles of his upper arms, a bright flush of red bursting across her chest and crawling up her neck. “You’re beautiful,” he sat up and crushed her against him, burying his face in her throat as she ground her way up and down on his erection. “I’ve never seen anything like you before... I never have.”
Her arms wrapped around his head, cradling him against her breasts, her breathing ragged and shallow. It was so close, so close she could feel every inch of her flesh that was rubbing against his. She could feel him so deep inside; deep in places no one had ever reached before, and her whole soul was on fire. She was shaking, trembling like a leaf caught in the wind-no thought could form in her mind-all she could fathom was something passing over her like a wave in the ocean. All she could do was hang on to the man beneath her and ride the tide.
“You’ll stay? Won’t you?”
“I don’t know? Are you going to give me shit about not wanting to be with you again?”
“Umm...”
“Misao?”
“I’ll try not to, but I can’t help it if I’m a little insecure...”
“A little?! There’s the understatement of the century.”
“Himura! You insensitive ass! Do you know how hard it is for me to even admit that shit? Especially to you??”
“Probably, so calm down, Angel. I’m just giving you a hard time.”
“Yeah, well don’t. Not about this.”
“I will about anything I want, girl friend. You just get it through your thick skull that right now I’m exactly where I want to be, so chill... there’s no one else taking up my time. Just you, and that’s about I can handle as it is.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know I was such a millstone around your neck.”
“Hey, I said chill, and I meant it, you little wolverine. You’re a handful and even you know that, so quit with the knife in the back shit. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not getting up to get dressed and leave... am I?”
“No.”
“Now who needs anger management, brat?”
“I’m not mad.”
“No?” He chuckled and tilted her chin up from where her head rested on his chest. “Then how come your eyes look you liked to see me on the wrong end of rope or something?”
“Your just really a jerk sometimes.” She replied stonily. “Like you don’t care if you hurt my feelings or not.”
“I care,” he said gently, and kissed her pouting mouth. “But if you can’t laugh at yourself, sweetheart, you’ll never learn how to stop being such a prickly bitch.” Tender hands cupped her face and he nuzzled her nose until he coaxed a smile out of her. “You said you wanted me to teach how to get along with people. Well... you just had your first lesson. Learn to laugh at yourself, Misao. Find humor in your own failings, and the world isn’t such a difficult place to live in.”
“You really want me, Himura? Even though I’m a prickly bitch?” Her voice was so small, and she felt tiny and insignificant.
“Yes.” He said. “I want you even though you’re a prickly bitch, but... I like it better when your less prickly like when you ask me to kiss you, or pull me into the house so you can warm me up... I like those parts of your personality much better.”
“You would, you pervert.”
“If you were me... wouldn’t you?” He brushed a kiss across her lips and smiled when he felt the vibration of her laughter. “Feel better?” He asked, hugging her close to his chest.
“Yes.” She whispered, working her nose through the tangle of his hair until she found the warmth of his skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a baby and everything. I just don’t know how to be with you... I don’t know how to fee or what to think.”
“Listen close, girl friend, and I’ll tell you a secret.” His mouth was close to the delicate shell of her ear. “But I’m not going to say it again after tonight, so you better stash the information away somewhere safe, got it?”
“Got it.”
“I want you more than I can put into words, more than I understand, and more than you can believe. Having you in my arms is like trying to hang onto the tail of a comet, but I’ll be damned if I’m letting go, and it’s such a bloody rush, I’m coming back every chance I get.” Both hands slid down the length of her naked back, making her shiver and his cock jumped in response. “You’re an Angel, a devil... and I am so yours... if you want me.” He rolled her beneath him, spreading her thighs with his knees, pressing his second erection into her swollen wetness. “Do you want me, Misao?”
“Yessssss,” her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, pulling him down onto her as she pulled her legs up high, digging her heels into his taut buttocks. “I want you every minute of the day, Kenshin.”
“Then believe me when I tell you...this is the only place I want to be, and you’re the only woman I want to be with. Believe me... trust me, Misao. Don’t make me do this again... it hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” she peppered kisses along his cheek, neck and shoulder. “I won’t say it again... I swear I won’t. Just don’t leave...”
“I’m not going anywhere, Angel,” he filled his hands with her ass and thrust his cock deep inside her again. “Right here is the only place I want to be right now... inside you... now, scream for me, baby. Pop my eardrums... I wanna hear you hit the high notes.”
God bless to all my dear friends. Thank you.
Tsuki-san
Chapter Fourteen
Waiting
“So whose this flatfoot?” A scruffy looking boy with wheat colored hair and freckles speckling his nose stood up from the nahgihyde couch and approached the young man who stood next to the Black Hawke. “He looks like a fucking preppy for god’s sake.”
“Mind your mouth, Murphy.” Hawke lightly cuffed the boy on the back of the neck as he circled his and Soujiro’s position. “If Kay hears you, she’ll have you sucking on soap.”
“Ah, man. You didn’t bring the chick with you this time, did you?” The boy rolled his clear green eyes and snorted at the tall man. “She’s a pain, Hawke, always talking about keeping the bathroom clean and folding our clothes. Isn’t it bad enough we got the pack leaders breathing down our necks all the time without some chick trying to be our mother?”
“She’s not trying to be your mother, Murphy, and you know it.” Hawke offered the barest hint of a smile to the frustrated boy. “You just don’t like having a woman messing in your business, but I’ll tell you what, puppy, you dis my girl anymore, and you and me are going to be having some serious words.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Murphy didn’t look worried, instead he just waved Hawke’s threat off like an irritating fly and went to sit on the arm of the couch. “So, who is he?” He asked again, chewing on a dirty fingernail.
“His name is, Soujiro, and he’s going to be your new Pack Leader, so suck it up, puppy, and treat him with a little more respect.”
“You’re kidding right?” Murphy traded a round of laughter with the other two boys sitting with him. “He don’t look any older than Gibbs here. This is a joke, right?”
“Nope, no joke.” Hawke stepped forward, narrowing his gaze at the guffawing teens until they chaffed beneath it’s intensity. “Now listen up,” he growled, watching them shrink back against the couch. “Soujiro’s no kid. He’s twenty-five, even if he does look eighteen, and he’s no stranger to the streets. Hell, he could probably teeth you gutter-crawlers a few things about stealing and picking-pockets. He’s the best I’ve seen yet.”
“You... You’re a pick-pocket?” Gibbs, a dark-eyed, blonde with a scar on his chin gazed with disbelief at the baby-faced Soujiro.
“Yes,” The gray-eyed man nodded, stepping up next to Hawke. “That’s how I fed my sister and myself for almost five years... that and stealing food from the outdoor markets.”
“Five... years?” All three boys were stunned. “And you never got caught?” Gibbs stood up, his hands stuffed in his back pockets. “Not once?”
“Not once... til a couple of nights ago.” A shamed look passed over the fine features and Soujiro stole a quick look at the tall, slim man next to him. “Then I picked a bad mark.” He sighed and shrugged, looking into space. “I guess there’s a first time for everything... even for somebody who thinks they know everything... like me.” He locked eyes with the youth in front of him. “I thought I knew everything there was to know about picking-pockets. Well, I didn’t. There was somebody who knew more than me. He did.” A jerk of his head toward Hawke told who he was referring to. “He knows how to spot a thief... even a good one. He had me pegged long before I even made my lift, and he was ready for it. It was my turn to be the sitting duck, and I didn’t like it much.”
“You knew he was going to pick your pocket?” Gibbs stared at Hawke. “How could you know?”
“He made too many mistakes. Even for someone as good as he was, he didn’t count on me knowing my way around the streets, and he was sloppy-in too big of a hurry. He took me for a spoiled rich-boy more interested in my date than what was going on around me... he right in one respect, but wrong in another.” Hawke laid a reassuring hand on Soujiro’s shoulder. “I’m always interested in Kay, but I never stop watching what’s going on around me... never.”
“Did you live on the streets too, Mr. Soujiro?” The third boy, a young version of Murphy with green eyes, inserted himself into the conversation. “Or did you have a place? I used to live in a cardboard box under the 9th street bridge. Did you ever do that?”
“Yeah, a few times. After my mom died, my sister and I ended up on the streets finding a roof wherever we could. Sometimes it was a box, others it was an empty, rundown warehouse or something. You take what you can get and be grateful you got it, eh?”
“Yeah,” the boy nodded and looked at the floor. “So why didn’t your dad help you out? Did he run out on you? Mine did.”
“No,” Soujiro walked over to the couch and knelt down in front of the boy, catching his lime-green gaze and seeing the sheen of wetness inside. “My dad died five years ago. When my mom died, it was just me and my sis. I guess you could say we were orphans.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” He replied. “My dad just left me and my mom-said he was going to buy some smokes at the store, ‘cept he never came back.” He snuffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Then my mom got really sad and one day when I came home from school, she was on the couch sleeping and I couldn’t wake her up. She was dead... I been on the street ever since cause I don’t have no body else.”
“Damn,” Soujiro swore softly, glancing over his shoulder at Hawke, whose face was a blank mask, although his ice blue eyes were on fire with emotion. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Alex.”
“Well, Alex, my name is Soujiro Seta, and you don’t have to call me Mister anything. Just Soujiro, okay?”
“Okay,” Alex’s face brightened. “Are you really twenty-five?”
“Yes,” Laughter rolled off Soujiro’s tongue. “How old are you?”
“Twelve, but I’ll be thirteen this November.”
“Excellent.” Rising to his feet, Soujiro faced the other two boys again. “How old are you, Murphy?”
“Fifteen.”
“Gibbs?” ;
“The same.”
“Tell me something, Gibbs. Were you a pick-pocket?”
“Yeah.” The boy shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. “I wasn’t anywhere near as good as you. I got caught a lot.”
“Is that where you got that scar? Somebody catch you?”
“Yeah.” The dark eyes darted to Soujiro’s face. “Like you said, I picked a bad mark.”
“I got it.” Soujiro was beginning to understand why Hawke/Aoshi did what he did with these kids. “Where did Hawke find you?”
“Bleeding on the street after the guy tried to teach me a lesson.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Four months.”
“You like it better here than out there?”
“Hell, yeah.” Gibbs looked at Murphy, who was nodding emphatically as well.
“If it wasn’t for The Black Hawke, we’d all be rat food, man.” The harsh edge to Murphy’s voice only lent that much more credibility to his point. “He’s the one in the world ever gave me a chance... even my old man never... nobody never...” Pale blue eyes darkened and the boy’s words halted abruptly for a long moment. “He’s the only one ever believed any of us was worth the time it took to find out what we were thinking. Nobody in my life ever asked me once what I was thinking about... nobody. I was just a stinkin’ punk that was always up to no good; not worth the powder to blow to hell...”
“That’s all any of us is worth most of the time.” Gibbs voice was rough and he grabbed a handful of Murphy’s jacket over the shoulder. “But after we came here, that changed. We got real responsibilities, real purpose, and people are giving us a chance to prove we can be trusted. Some us can’t be, though,” He shifted his gaze to Hawke. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Gibbs, unfortunately, that is right. Some of you never quite come around to the Pack’s way of life, but we have to try anyway. Nobody’s ever forgotten... no one’s left behind.”
“No one’s left behind?” Soujiro turned and stared at Hawke/Aoshi, a new burgeoning of respect blooming in his soul for the strangest, most enigmatic man he ever met. “You really believe that, don’t you? You want to save them all... Just because you think no one deserves to be forgotten... you want to save every one of them.”
“Yes,” Hawke/Aoshi locked eyes with a stunned Soujiro. “That’s exactly what I want to do, and why.
“I think I get it now-I finally understand.” Wide gray eyes gazed long and intense at the three boys faces, and then Soujiro faced Hawke, his voice low and filled with humility and respect. “Thank-you.” He said. “Thank-you, for not forgetting Nina and I... thank-you, for not leaving us behind.”
Hawke/Aoshi smiled gently and placed his hand lightly on the younger man’s shoulder. “You’re welcome, Soujiro Seta, and thank-you. Thank-you, more than you know.”
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It was four days since she saw him, and she was getting antsy, irritable, and just plain snappish. She had a headache, she couldn’t eat, she hadn’t slept for two nights, and she was yelling at customers at work. He hadn’t called, and her eyes were starting to burn from watching the telephone, willing it to ring. Her knees ached from running up and down the stairs every time she heard a noise, thinking it was the front door, and she was beginning to think the whole thing was just a bad joke... on her. And that was after he told her he wanted to hang around for a while.
“Yeah, right, Himura...” she grumbled, rolling into a hump on her bed, burying her face in the quilts. “I’ll bet you haven’t even thought about me since you left. Hummph!” Misao tried to sound her old cagey self, but it came out just a little too shaky for her liking. ‘Damn that rotten red-head!’ She thought. ‘He knows he’s got me right where he wants me... wrapped around his...’
BLLRIING!!
Misao leapt to her feet and raced down the stairs almost falling over the small catalog table to catch the phone before it rang three times. “H-hello?” She stammered, holding her breath, hoping.
“Hey, girl friend.” Kenshin’s teasing voice crackled over the line. “You’re breathing hard. What you doing over there... without me?”
“Himura? You jerk!” She snarled into the receiver. “Where the hell have you been. It’s been four days and I haven’t so much as heard a ‘kiss my ass, baby’ from you.”
“Well, excuse me, Miss Prissy Pants,” he quipped in return. “I didn’t know you wanted to kiss my ass. If I did, I would have called sooner.”
“Himura!”
“Alright, alright.” He was laughing. “I’m sorry I didn’t call til now, but I haven’t had a chance.”
“Sure, I bet...”
“Hey, I said I didn’t have a chance, and I meant it. Believe I’m telling you the truth, or not, Misao, it’s up to you, but I have no reason to lie. It wouldn’t be good for what I have in mind for you if I did.”
That caught Misao off guard. “What...?” She squeaked, and cleared her throat. “What do you have in mind?” She demanded. “Maybe I won’t like it.” But her skin was already starting to tingle.
“Hmm, you’re being such a bitch, maybe I won’t tell you, and I’ll let you stew ‘til the weekend instead of coming over tonight like I planned. How ‘bout that, brat?”
“No!” She cried into the phone. “Oh God, Kenshin! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so bitchy, it’s just... well, it’s just that I... shit!” Her voice trailed off as embarrassment and sexual frustration got the better of her. She really hated the fact that he could do this to her. Damn him anyway.
“It’s just ‘what?’, girl friend?” He prodded, the question laced with humor. “Tell me what you were going to say or else I’m hanging up...”
“Nooooo...” Her hands turned white as her grip on the receiver turned panicky. “Wait...”
“Then tell me what’s going on with you, baby.” The tone he was talking in dropped several degrees and she shivered. “Tell me what’s on your mind. What’s got you so wound up?”
“I...umm,” she sank down onto the faded couch, one of her hands clutching the front of her shirt. “I... dammit! I miss you...” she finally choked out. “I’ve been sitting around, waiting for you to call... I can’t sleep, I can’t eat... Kay’s ready to kill me ‘cause I’m such a testy bitch...” The words trailed off and silence answered her. She waited and nothing happened. “Himura?”
“Open the front door, Misao.”
“Wh-what?” She looked across the room at the door, wondering what he was talking about.
“I said open the front door, little girl. It’s just a little cold out here.”
Realization suddenly dawned on her, and she dropped the phone, the receiver falling unnoticed to the floor as she jumped to her feet and dashed over the cold floor. Her nervous fingers fumbled with the deadbolt, and she whimpered, anxiety heavy in her voice as she struggled to work the lock. Then she was throwing the door open wide, her large ocean green eyes drinking in the site of the sexy, slender red-head leaning so nonchalantly against the doorframe. He was still dressed in his martial arts training clothes-white hakama with a black gi. A wide black belt tied around the waist showed the level of his mastery of the arts. On his feet he wore those funny one-toe socks and Japanese sandals. His hair was pulled back in a black tie at the back of his head, but still fell past his waist. The sight of him took Misao’s breath away.
“Where’s your coat, stupid.” She asked, reaching out to grab the front of his gi, yanking him inside. “You’ll freeze to death in this flimsy stuff.”
“Well, I was hoping you’d warm me up, brat.” He said, shutting the door behind him and pulling her into his arms so he could bury his nose in the heat of her neck and shoulder. “Hmmm,” he murmured, letting his hands slide up her back to spread out between her shoulder blades. “You are definitely warm.
“I am?” Misao’s thoughts started to swim as the feel and ginger scent of him filled her senses. “You feel like an ice cube.” Unbidden, a deep sigh slithered free of her lips, and her head dropped back, giving him freer access to her fragile throat. Tiny moans of hungry pleasure escaped her as his mouth opened over her flesh, and her hands crawled over his shoulders and found their way into the satin of his hair. “Ken-shin... I... oh...”
“What, Angel?” He asked, raising his head to look down into the glazed beauty of her face. “Tell me, ‘what’? What do you want?” The cool brush of his fingers traced the arch of her cheek then dropped to pass over the trembling fullness of her lips. “Talk to me, Angel.” His teeth nibbled her earlobe. “Talk to me, Misao, tell me what you want.”
“I... I want you.” She was breathless, her hands cupping the back of his head, pulling him down to her. “Kiss me,” she begged. “I want... please... kiss... Ken...”
“Anything for you, Angel.” He whispered, palming her cheek. “Anything,” Turning his head, he found her mouth open and waiting. A low growl vibrated in his chest and he pushed his tongue through the space between her teeth, then molded his lips to the softness of hers. She shuddered in his embrace, the temperature of her flesh increasing as her heart beat sped up, flooding her body with the warmth of blood, and he plundered her mouth.
Her feet took a half-step closer to him, and her breasts pressed into his chest while her hips melded into his thighs. One of his hands slipped down, pressing into the small of her back, pulling her lower body even tighter into him, pushing the hard rod of his arousal against her stomach. She shuddered again, pulling away from his mouth to grind her body into his. “Ken-shin,” she gasped, her voice full of need. “I-I want...” Her trembling hands pulled his head down to her shoulders and breasts. “I want... Ken...”
Kenshin obliged her by pulling her shirt free of her jeans and yanking it off over her head. The next moment it and the lacy film of her bra were forgotten in messy pile on the floor next to their feet, and Kenshin’s nose and lips were lost in the heat of Misao’s breasts.
“God I want this,” he groaned, taking a pert, pink nipple into his mouth, laving it into a hard nub with his tongue. “I missed you too, Angel. I missed you more than you know.” She whimpered in his embrace and he reached behind her to palm her ass in both hands, lifting her off the floor, and wrapping her shapely legs around his waist. “It’s been a long four days.”
“You... you missed me?” Misao looked down into Kenshin’s face, surprise and delight clearly written all over her fine features. “Do you really mean that?”
“Yes,” He grinned, climbing the stairs toward her room. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” Kissing her again, he maneuvered them through her door, closed it with his foot, and then knelt on the bed, depositing her in the middle. “It took everything I had to keep my mind on what I had to do at work, and when I got done today, I didn’t even shower and change. I just left and came here. So...” He stretched out on top of her, one leg riding high between hers. “I hope you like the au’natural smell of a man whose been working out all day, ‘cause that’s what you got, baby.”
“I don’t care,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck and chest with her nose and mouth. “I just missed you so much, and I thought... I was afraid that...” she hid her face against his shoulder, her voice trailing off into silence.
“You thought what?” He tugged on her hair, pulling her away from her burrow with gentle persistence. “What did you think?” His dark amethyst eyes were wary and filled with confusion. “Did you think I was playing you, Misao? When I didn’t call? Is that what you’re so desperately trying not to say?”
“I...” She swallowed hard, nodded, and hid against his shoulder again. “I’m sorry. I just figured...”
“You figured I got what I wanted, played you, and got out while I was ahead? Yes?” His voice was tinged with anger. “Am I close here?”
“Yes,” she trembled against him. “Are you mad?”
“A little.” He said, pulling her away from him again. “We got to get something straight here, little girl, before we go any further, or there isn’t going to be an ‘any further’. Understand?” Misao nodded, her eyes huge and bright with sudden tears. “We aren’t going to play any more games, Misao. I don’t like them, have no patience for them, and have no tolerance for the people who play them.” Gently he caught a stray tear with the tip of his finger as it slid from the corner of her eye. “I told you I was going to hang around for a while, and I meant it. I don’t know how long that is going to be, but it’s longer than four fucking days... got that?” His gaze was fierce, and she nodded mutely. “Next, I am never going to say something to you I don’t mean, unless I’m teasing you, and, trust me, you’ll know the difference. I told you I would call you, and I did. The only reason it took so much longer than either of us wanted is because a bunch of shit I didn’t count on happened at The Blood Bond, and I had to take care of it... sometimes, my job is going to come first, but not because I want it to, it has to. I have responsibilities to a lot of people, but I will never forget about you or blow you off. So, if this thing with us is going to work, you have to trust me that I’m going to be here whenever I can.”
“Is that what you want?” Misao asked in a small voice, her hands resting tenuously on his shoulders. “Do you want to be with me?”
“If I didn’t, girl friend, I wouldn’t have ditched the dojo tonight without a shower and clean clothes just to get here so I could find out if my memory of how good you tasted was right or not.” Tender and with deliberate meaning, Kenshin bent down and took Misao’s lips in a long, deep kiss that left them both breathless and needing more. “My memory’s pretty good, but it’s no where near as good as the real thing, Angel.” His hands palmed her breasts as he trailed butterfly kisses along her jaw and cheekbones. “You are so small... so exquisite... your like holding this beautiful, exotic flower, but the thorns gotta go, sweetheart.” He raised up and let his shimmering golden orbs gaze full into her wide eyes. “A man likes a challenge, but not constantly watching his back. He likes to be trusted and believed... just like you do.” Brushing the satin of her ebony hair off her forehead, Kenshin nuzzled Misao’s nose. “Can you trust me, Angel? Will you believe the things I tell you and stop making your own assumptions? Will you believe that I want to be with you? That you’re all I think about right now... almost to the point of purest distraction? If I’m not careful, I’m going to have an accident.”
“Kenshin...” Misao snuffled and rubbed her nose against him. “I’m sorry... I-I just never had anyone like you want me before... no one ever really wanted me before... I don’t know how to be...”
“Just be yourself, little girl.” He whispered, gathering her up in his arms. “That’s all any of us should ever be, and that’s all I want from you. Just be Misao.”
“B-but nobody likes ‘her’,” she wailed, tears finally falling. “She’s... she’s a porcupine”
Kenshin couldn’t help himself-he burst into laughter, rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him. “But she’s a beautiful porcupine,” he said, kissing her wet cheeks. “And she gives me a hard-on that practically rips my jeans. There aren’t many who can lay claim to that feat of physical prowess.”
“Kenshin, that’s not funny,” She frowned at him, her eyes flashing jealously. “I don’t need to hear about all your sex exploits...”
“No, you don’t, but it stopped you feeling sorry for yourself in a hurry, didn’t it?” His grin was decidedly wicked.
“Oh you... that was rotten!” She raised up, fist balled and ready to throttle him, but he caught it on the downswing, wrestling her beneath him once again. “Damn you!” She yelled, fighting to break free of his iron grasp. “That’s not fair...”
“You know what they say, Angel.” Amber eyes twinkled with amusement as he held her hands over her head in one hand and swept her jeans and underwear off with the other. “All’s fair...”
“Ken.......” Her tirade was abruptly shut off as he swooped down and seized her lips in a bruising, passionate kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth where he massaged it with his own. She moaned heavy in her chest and started pulling on his gi, pushing it off his shoulders, fighting with the baggy material. “Take this damn thing off,” she muttered thickly. “These stupid pants-things too. I want to feel your skin... all of it.”
“A little bossy, aren’t you, brat?” Deftly he pulled the tie around his waist loose and shrugged out of his gi, then shimmied out of his hakama, dropping both articles of clothing on the floor. “You think I’m just going to jump whenever you snap your fingers?”
“No,” she nibbled on his collar bone. “But you did take your clothes off... didn’t you?”
“Hmm, you got a point there.” He was grinning again and licked her lips with the tip of his tongue. “I suppose giving into your bossiness once in a while wouldn’t be too terrible... as long as you don’t try to make a habit out of it.”
“Would I do that?” She asked, feigning innocence, her hips moving sensuously beneath his.
“Yes, you would.” He growled, shifting so that his engorged cock slipped between her thighs and pressed into the gateway of her moist heat. Her body shuddered violently and her hands moved under him and around to grab at the hard muscles of his ass. “Hmm,” he pushed a little further inside, feeling her body contract, squeezing the satin of his flesh. “Looks like I’m the one calling the shots now... doesn’t it?” She surged upward into his body, trying to pull him all the way in, but he held back, looking down into her flushed face with fascination. “Tell me what you want, Misao.” He whispered, his mouth a breath away from hers. “Tell me exactly what you want from me, Angel. I want to hear every word.”
“Ken...” Her voice was a raspy cry as she pulled at him to fill her. “Please...” she moaned. “I-I need you...” She writhed against him, searching, wanting. “...inside me... please... I want all of you... inside of me... hard and f-fast...”
“What else, baby? What else do you want? Tell me?” His tongue slid slowly inside the edge of her bottom lip, tracing the pearls of her lower teeth, making her whimper with hunger as he pushed another inch inside.
“Oooooo God....” Her back arched and her legs wrapped around his body, her ankles locking somewhere in the region of his ribs. “...m-make me sc-scream... Ken-shin,” her voice was almost a sob. “M-make me cum... make m-me scream, baby... I want to feel your cock in the back of my throat...”
“Bloody hell...” Her last words were his undoing, and Kenshin braced his weight on his elbows and knees, surging into the hot, hungry core of her soul, wrenching a wild cry from the depths of her being. A primitive sound of possession erupted from him and he pulled out only to slam back inside, jarring both her bones and his. “Don’t you ever question my wanting to be with you again, Misao.” He grated through clenched teeth. “You drive me fucking insane, little girl, like no one ever has before, and if you haven’t figured that out yet, you should know it now.” Over and over he pounded his cock into her sloppy wetness, wringing cry after cry from her fragile throat as he pushed her higher toward the screaming climax she asked him for.
Rolling onto his back, Kenshin pulled Misao on top of him, straddled his waist, his cock still buried deep inside. She moaned low in her throat, letting her head fall back and grinding down with her hips, back arched like a bow. He grabbed her ass, a full, rounded cheek in each hand, and lifted her up, watching as his cock slipped free, glistening with the sheen of her arousal. “God... baby,” he rasped in a hoarse voice, bringing her body back down, impaling her on his shaft and piercing the barrier of her cervix. Misao screamed and her hands clenched around the sinuous muscles of his upper arms, a bright flush of red bursting across her chest and crawling up her neck. “You’re beautiful,” he sat up and crushed her against him, burying his face in her throat as she ground her way up and down on his erection. “I’ve never seen anything like you before... I never have.”
Her arms wrapped around his head, cradling him against her breasts, her breathing ragged and shallow. It was so close, so close she could feel every inch of her flesh that was rubbing against his. She could feel him so deep inside; deep in places no one had ever reached before, and her whole soul was on fire. She was shaking, trembling like a leaf caught in the wind-no thought could form in her mind-all she could fathom was something passing over her like a wave in the ocean. All she could do was hang on to the man beneath her and ride the tide.
“You’ll stay? Won’t you?”
“I don’t know? Are you going to give me shit about not wanting to be with you again?”
“Umm...”
“Misao?”
“I’ll try not to, but I can’t help it if I’m a little insecure...”
“A little?! There’s the understatement of the century.”
“Himura! You insensitive ass! Do you know how hard it is for me to even admit that shit? Especially to you??”
“Probably, so calm down, Angel. I’m just giving you a hard time.”
“Yeah, well don’t. Not about this.”
“I will about anything I want, girl friend. You just get it through your thick skull that right now I’m exactly where I want to be, so chill... there’s no one else taking up my time. Just you, and that’s about I can handle as it is.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know I was such a millstone around your neck.”
“Hey, I said chill, and I meant it, you little wolverine. You’re a handful and even you know that, so quit with the knife in the back shit. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not getting up to get dressed and leave... am I?”
“No.”
“Now who needs anger management, brat?”
“I’m not mad.”
“No?” He chuckled and tilted her chin up from where her head rested on his chest. “Then how come your eyes look you liked to see me on the wrong end of rope or something?”
“Your just really a jerk sometimes.” She replied stonily. “Like you don’t care if you hurt my feelings or not.”
“I care,” he said gently, and kissed her pouting mouth. “But if you can’t laugh at yourself, sweetheart, you’ll never learn how to stop being such a prickly bitch.” Tender hands cupped her face and he nuzzled her nose until he coaxed a smile out of her. “You said you wanted me to teach how to get along with people. Well... you just had your first lesson. Learn to laugh at yourself, Misao. Find humor in your own failings, and the world isn’t such a difficult place to live in.”
“You really want me, Himura? Even though I’m a prickly bitch?” Her voice was so small, and she felt tiny and insignificant.
“Yes.” He said. “I want you even though you’re a prickly bitch, but... I like it better when your less prickly like when you ask me to kiss you, or pull me into the house so you can warm me up... I like those parts of your personality much better.”
“You would, you pervert.”
“If you were me... wouldn’t you?” He brushed a kiss across her lips and smiled when he felt the vibration of her laughter. “Feel better?” He asked, hugging her close to his chest.
“Yes.” She whispered, working her nose through the tangle of his hair until she found the warmth of his skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a baby and everything. I just don’t know how to be with you... I don’t know how to fee or what to think.”
“Listen close, girl friend, and I’ll tell you a secret.” His mouth was close to the delicate shell of her ear. “But I’m not going to say it again after tonight, so you better stash the information away somewhere safe, got it?”
“Got it.”
“I want you more than I can put into words, more than I understand, and more than you can believe. Having you in my arms is like trying to hang onto the tail of a comet, but I’ll be damned if I’m letting go, and it’s such a bloody rush, I’m coming back every chance I get.” Both hands slid down the length of her naked back, making her shiver and his cock jumped in response. “You’re an Angel, a devil... and I am so yours... if you want me.” He rolled her beneath him, spreading her thighs with his knees, pressing his second erection into her swollen wetness. “Do you want me, Misao?”
“Yessssss,” her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, pulling him down onto her as she pulled her legs up high, digging her heels into his taut buttocks. “I want you every minute of the day, Kenshin.”
“Then believe me when I tell you...this is the only place I want to be, and you’re the only woman I want to be with. Believe me... trust me, Misao. Don’t make me do this again... it hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” she peppered kisses along his cheek, neck and shoulder. “I won’t say it again... I swear I won’t. Just don’t leave...”
“I’m not going anywhere, Angel,” he filled his hands with her ass and thrust his cock deep inside her again. “Right here is the only place I want to be right now... inside you... now, scream for me, baby. Pop my eardrums... I wanna hear you hit the high notes.”