Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction ❯ Because You Need Me ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
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By: LilyMoonsAlias 
Anime/Manga: Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Samurai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 490 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Samurai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 490 | Status: Work In Progress
Fuu looked up, startled, when Mugen shoved his way into the bathing room. The bath was an intricate affair since they were staying in a nice place. The tub itself was a huge round wooden recess in the floor with a wooden chute at the top to let in hot water from the hot spring behind the inn. Several benches around the room held various brushes, sponges and towels. The area around the tub was carpeted in some coarse matting. It was altogether a decadent place filled with little luxuries, but Mugen couldn't have cared less. His whole attention and sharp, predatory gaze was fixed on the small woman on the other side of the tub. Fuu was watching him warily with those big dark-honey eyes. She bent her knees to her chest to conceal her body.
"Mugen, what are you doing in here? I told you I was not hurt, so can you leave me to finish my bath?"
Mugen continued forward like a hunter stalking his prey. "Oh no, We have other unfinished business." His right hand tangled in Fuu's hair, pulling her head back to force her to look him fully in the face. "I'm here to sample what you have to offer."
Fuu was starting to feel a little frightened. Mugen sounded different, nothing like the man who had held her during the night. He didn't even sound like the man who battled his way through any foe with cocky bravado and sarcasm. He sounded....wicked and relentless and the look in his eyes made Fuu tremble with trepidation. She darted her eyes to the closed door and heard Mugen laugh lowly under his breath.
"Dojo boy has gone out drinking. Since more than one drink plows him he won't be back before morning."
"Let me go!" Fuu pleaded.
Mugen released his hold on her hair, but only to vault into the bathing pool fully clothed. Fuu tried to slap at him and Mugen captured one frail wrist then the other, holding them both captive with one large hand behind her back. She tried to kick out at him and he simply slid between her thighs where she couldn't effectively get to him. Fuu felt very vulnerable and exposed in her naked state. Her breasts were fully visible and upthrust against a hard chest from the position of her arms. Scratchy cloth was rubbing her in the most sensitive places when she struggled. Mugen pressed harder into her body and noted her confused look when his erection brushed against her. Innocent, indeed. The tanned pirate ground his teeth, narrowed his focus and used his free hand to pull Fuu's head down in a savage kiss.
Heated lips ravaged soft, trembling ones, nipping and biting, demanding entrance. Mugen sucked her full lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it hard. Fuu gasped and he forced his tongue inside to taste and explore every inch of the warm cavern. Fuu could barely breathe from the invasion. She couldn't respond and couldn't get away. Mugen's hand drifted down from her head to her neck and lower to cup the weight of a breast. Calloused fingers rolled the nipple until it contracted into a tight bud then they pinched none too gently. Fuu moaned lightly in pain into Mugen's mouth and the man flinched inwardly, but switched to the other breast and circled the other nubbin.
Fuu tried to thrash her head. This is Wrong! her mind screamed. Mugen wasn't in there to make love to her. There was no softness in his touch, no regard for her lack of experience. He wasn't even allowing her to touch him, keeping her hands prisoner. Mugen wasn't sharing anything. He was taking her body whether she wanted him to or not. Her whole body began to shake and she closed her eyes tightly, trying in some way to escape. The groping hand slid down the soft skin of her belly and trailed through wet curls to brush her moist entrance. Fuu jerked convulsively as Mugen splayed his fingers over her and slid one finger into her tight heat.
The feel of the woman pinned beneath him was starting to cloud Mugen's mind, and the overwhelming hunger to bury himself in her little body was overriding his senses. Never stopping the ravenous taking of her mouth, Mugen jerked his shorts down and kicked them away. He positioned himself between her spread thighs and released her mouth. His gaze burned into her unseeing eyes as he pushed the head of his cock past her nether lips. This was who he was, a pirate, ever ready to loot and wench. Take what he could and live to tell about it. Mugen closed his lips over a rosy nipple and suckled, nipping lightly with his teeth. The body beneath him shuddered.
Mugen groaned at the tightness of Fuu's walls as he pressed in further until he met the barrier of her maidenhead. Her breath was coming in hitches and soft sobs. He pulled back a little, preparing to break through the thin membrane and sink himself to the hilt.
"Mugen, please help me. Don't let this happen."
Fuu's pathetic plea drove an icy spike through his mind and heart. He searched her face in disbelief, but her eyes were tightly closed and tear tracks oozed beneath the lids. The little body shuddered in its waking nightmare and pain tore through Mugen's gut. He was frozen in place and greasy feelings of guilt churned his stomach. In her panic Fuu had called out to the man she loved, the one who protected her. She had called out to HIM and he felt like the lowest bastard creature who ever lived. In trying to make a point he had used her trust and her love as weapons against her, and she still called out for him.
Mugen released the hold on her wrists and brought shaking hands up to her pale cheeks. "Fuu. Fuu, open your eyes."
The gentle tone and the familiar touch on her face registered in Fuu's brain and she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. The pain and look of betrayal in her glazed eyes would have wounded an even harder man. Mugen sucked in his breath sharply and slipped from her body.
"Gods, Fuu, I..I'm sorry. I was trying to hurt you, but I..I can't. I can't do this to you." Pride suffocated any other words from the shaken man. He tried to draw the limp form into his arms and offer comfort for his actions.
"No, let go of me, you bastard!" Fuu yelled and struggled violently in his hold. "I don't want you touching me!"
Nerveless fingers turned her loose and Mugen could only sit and watch as Fuu grabbed a sponge and visciously scrubbed at her body, trying to rid herself of the feel of him on her skin. She sobbed in painful gasps and lurched from the tub to grab at several towels, wrapping them like a cocoon and struggled to the door. Dulled chocolate eyes watched her silently when she turned.
"Don't ever touch me again, or I swear I'll run you through with your own blade," Fuu ground out the words. Tears continued to drip down her face. "I trusted you. I loved you!" Fuu covered her mouth over an anguished cry.
Mugen started to lift one hand to her then just let it fall back into the water to find his shorts. He pulled them on and hauled himself from the tub. Mugen could hear the muffled crying in the next room. Mission accomplished, he thought, guess I really am the lowest of the low. He had proved that he couldn't be loved. That's what he had wanted, right? So why did he feel like crying himself?
Rubbing his hands down his face, Mugen stepped back into the main room to find Fuu fully dressed and sitting with her chin on her knees, staring into the glow of the fire. He walked past her to retrieve his sword and she cringed away from him. The gesture stabbed at his already wounded soul. Gods, he wanted a drink. He wanted a fight. he wanted to scream.
"I'm going to find Jin." Mugen told the young woman. Maybe he'll kill me now, he thought.
"Go to hell for all I care."
Mugen made a second abortive attempt to reach out to Fuu, but she refused to look at him. He ground his teeth together and left to seek out the ronin. Maybe some saki would burn out the pain in his chest.
"Mugen, what are you doing in here? I told you I was not hurt, so can you leave me to finish my bath?"
Mugen continued forward like a hunter stalking his prey. "Oh no, We have other unfinished business." His right hand tangled in Fuu's hair, pulling her head back to force her to look him fully in the face. "I'm here to sample what you have to offer."
Fuu was starting to feel a little frightened. Mugen sounded different, nothing like the man who had held her during the night. He didn't even sound like the man who battled his way through any foe with cocky bravado and sarcasm. He sounded....wicked and relentless and the look in his eyes made Fuu tremble with trepidation. She darted her eyes to the closed door and heard Mugen laugh lowly under his breath.
"Dojo boy has gone out drinking. Since more than one drink plows him he won't be back before morning."
"Let me go!" Fuu pleaded.
Mugen released his hold on her hair, but only to vault into the bathing pool fully clothed. Fuu tried to slap at him and Mugen captured one frail wrist then the other, holding them both captive with one large hand behind her back. She tried to kick out at him and he simply slid between her thighs where she couldn't effectively get to him. Fuu felt very vulnerable and exposed in her naked state. Her breasts were fully visible and upthrust against a hard chest from the position of her arms. Scratchy cloth was rubbing her in the most sensitive places when she struggled. Mugen pressed harder into her body and noted her confused look when his erection brushed against her. Innocent, indeed. The tanned pirate ground his teeth, narrowed his focus and used his free hand to pull Fuu's head down in a savage kiss.
Heated lips ravaged soft, trembling ones, nipping and biting, demanding entrance. Mugen sucked her full lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it hard. Fuu gasped and he forced his tongue inside to taste and explore every inch of the warm cavern. Fuu could barely breathe from the invasion. She couldn't respond and couldn't get away. Mugen's hand drifted down from her head to her neck and lower to cup the weight of a breast. Calloused fingers rolled the nipple until it contracted into a tight bud then they pinched none too gently. Fuu moaned lightly in pain into Mugen's mouth and the man flinched inwardly, but switched to the other breast and circled the other nubbin.
Fuu tried to thrash her head. This is Wrong! her mind screamed. Mugen wasn't in there to make love to her. There was no softness in his touch, no regard for her lack of experience. He wasn't even allowing her to touch him, keeping her hands prisoner. Mugen wasn't sharing anything. He was taking her body whether she wanted him to or not. Her whole body began to shake and she closed her eyes tightly, trying in some way to escape. The groping hand slid down the soft skin of her belly and trailed through wet curls to brush her moist entrance. Fuu jerked convulsively as Mugen splayed his fingers over her and slid one finger into her tight heat.
The feel of the woman pinned beneath him was starting to cloud Mugen's mind, and the overwhelming hunger to bury himself in her little body was overriding his senses. Never stopping the ravenous taking of her mouth, Mugen jerked his shorts down and kicked them away. He positioned himself between her spread thighs and released her mouth. His gaze burned into her unseeing eyes as he pushed the head of his cock past her nether lips. This was who he was, a pirate, ever ready to loot and wench. Take what he could and live to tell about it. Mugen closed his lips over a rosy nipple and suckled, nipping lightly with his teeth. The body beneath him shuddered.
Mugen groaned at the tightness of Fuu's walls as he pressed in further until he met the barrier of her maidenhead. Her breath was coming in hitches and soft sobs. He pulled back a little, preparing to break through the thin membrane and sink himself to the hilt.
"Mugen, please help me. Don't let this happen."
Fuu's pathetic plea drove an icy spike through his mind and heart. He searched her face in disbelief, but her eyes were tightly closed and tear tracks oozed beneath the lids. The little body shuddered in its waking nightmare and pain tore through Mugen's gut. He was frozen in place and greasy feelings of guilt churned his stomach. In her panic Fuu had called out to the man she loved, the one who protected her. She had called out to HIM and he felt like the lowest bastard creature who ever lived. In trying to make a point he had used her trust and her love as weapons against her, and she still called out for him.
Mugen released the hold on her wrists and brought shaking hands up to her pale cheeks. "Fuu. Fuu, open your eyes."
The gentle tone and the familiar touch on her face registered in Fuu's brain and she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. The pain and look of betrayal in her glazed eyes would have wounded an even harder man. Mugen sucked in his breath sharply and slipped from her body.
"Gods, Fuu, I..I'm sorry. I was trying to hurt you, but I..I can't. I can't do this to you." Pride suffocated any other words from the shaken man. He tried to draw the limp form into his arms and offer comfort for his actions.
"No, let go of me, you bastard!" Fuu yelled and struggled violently in his hold. "I don't want you touching me!"
Nerveless fingers turned her loose and Mugen could only sit and watch as Fuu grabbed a sponge and visciously scrubbed at her body, trying to rid herself of the feel of him on her skin. She sobbed in painful gasps and lurched from the tub to grab at several towels, wrapping them like a cocoon and struggled to the door. Dulled chocolate eyes watched her silently when she turned.
"Don't ever touch me again, or I swear I'll run you through with your own blade," Fuu ground out the words. Tears continued to drip down her face. "I trusted you. I loved you!" Fuu covered her mouth over an anguished cry.
Mugen started to lift one hand to her then just let it fall back into the water to find his shorts. He pulled them on and hauled himself from the tub. Mugen could hear the muffled crying in the next room. Mission accomplished, he thought, guess I really am the lowest of the low. He had proved that he couldn't be loved. That's what he had wanted, right? So why did he feel like crying himself?
Rubbing his hands down his face, Mugen stepped back into the main room to find Fuu fully dressed and sitting with her chin on her knees, staring into the glow of the fire. He walked past her to retrieve his sword and she cringed away from him. The gesture stabbed at his already wounded soul. Gods, he wanted a drink. He wanted a fight. he wanted to scream.
"I'm going to find Jin." Mugen told the young woman. Maybe he'll kill me now, he thought.
"Go to hell for all I care."
Mugen made a second abortive attempt to reach out to Fuu, but she refused to look at him. He ground his teeth together and left to seek out the ronin. Maybe some saki would burn out the pain in his chest.