Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Soaked and Honor Bound ❯ Chapter 24

Part Twenty-three: Tokyo Eleven

Not hearing the stairway door open or close they stood there together, the night's breeze flowing over them both. Utena drew back a bit from Juri's warm arms, the pink haired, slim vampire's breath coming just a bit faster.

"So what do we do now?" Utena murmured softly.

"I don't know," Juri honestly answered, her hands gently resting on the shorter woman's upper arms, the tall, busty orange haired woman stroking the covered flesh lightly. Those striking blue eyes looked away from her, and Juri wondered if she was going to be turned away again, just moments away from reaching paradise.

"I can't lie to her," Utena looked up to meet Juri's dark eyes, feeling that warmly compassionate gaze on her, "I have to tell Anthy."

Juri nodded, obviously not too surprised. "But tell her what?" she asked softly. Juri needed to hear it, needed to have Utena say those words.

"That I.." she hesitated, then Utena continued on more firmly, "want to be with you, Juri."

"Good," Juri's smile was suddenly wicked as she pressed her lips to Utena's in a hungry kiss. A tongue gently probed, and Utena's lips yielded to the intrusion.

Their lips parted, and Utena had to gasp softly as that hot, wet mouth traced along her jaw, a teasing tongue flick to the flesh of her neck. Juri's hands tugged at the boy's jacket and Utena helped her, shrugging off the black garment so that it fell to the roof.

Juri paused, smiling slightly at the tight black T-shirt that Utena wore beneath it. The generous curves of her breasts rose up against the dark material, the delicate sweep of her pale neck brought into stark relief. She cupped the warm flesh, finding nipples hard under the cloth, and bent down to kiss them through the dark fabric.

"God," Utena gasped, "don't tease!"

"It's only fair," Juri chuckled softly, "you've been teasing me for weeks."

Juri grasped the hem of her love's shirt, helping Utena pull the T-shirt off and flinging it aside. Round, pale breasts, the nipples a darker pink against the white. A raspy, catlike tongue caused Utena to cry out softly, her pale arms wrapping around Juri's head. Juri brought her lips around, a gentle nursing on the breasts bringing sweet moans and whimpers from her lover.

Utena felt herself being guided onto her back and surrendered gratefully. With the girls who served her, with Anthy, and in her life Utena had been in charge, in command. She had pleasured her girls, bringing them to the heights of passion, but never receiving herself. And Anthy, sweet, kind Anthy who had no idea what was going on inside of her. As Juri began to undo the black pants Utena sighed happily, letting someone else be in charge at last.

A bit of wiggling brought the pants off, revealing white cotton underwear. Juri slid her body up, kissing Utena again as she began to stroke along the thin, damp cloth. Utena gasped, her slim fingers digging into Juri's shoulders, shuddering under Juri's gentle touch. Juri took her time sliding back down Utena's body, tongue teasing and lips kissing that pale, soft skin.

It took a few tugs to get the panties away, the fluids sticking to them. The pink triangle of hair, the sweet scent nearly made Juri swoon. Soft, teasing kisses, tracing down to find the source of the wetness. The lips gently parted, a gush of fluid...

"Ah!" Utena cried out, body twisting beneath Juri's expert touch.

They lay there together, Utena stretched out beside Juri on the rough material. Juri cradled the smaller woman close, softly murmuring, "Next time, you get to lead."

"Thanks," Utena sighed happily.

In the apartment just below them Shiori seemed to stiffen slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. Ruka looked up from where the blue haired man was working at cleaning up the kitchen, "Is there something wrong?"

"I have a link to Utena," Shiori murmured to herself softly, the purple haired girl shivering slightly in pleasure, "I just got a sudden feeling of utter happiness from her."

"Maybe that's where Anthy went?" Wakaba speculated, the brown haired young girl washing the dishes briskly. Letting any of the vampires help wash them usually seemed to cause at least one of the plates to get broken. It wasn't too bad the first few times, but having it happen regularly tended to deplete the dishes pretty fast.

"No," Ruka shook his head, "I saw Anthy leave the building."

"Didn't Juri leave with Utena?" Wakaba asked cheerfully.

Shiori's eyes widened slightly at that, then narrowed.

"Shit," Ruka cursed softly.

"Excuse me," Shiori turned, swiftly leaving the room. Entering into the bedroom she had shared with Juri she broke into a feral grin. 'I'm free, free at last!' she thought to herself happily. Closing her eyes Shiori walked over to the window, her thoughts reaching out to another.

The tall, blue haired woman stood in the darkness of the apartment, drinking deep of the young woman she cradled gently in her arms. Suicidal already, the child's need for oblivion had called out to her, much like it could have called any elder vampire. Full, she loosened her grip, letting the empty body slide to the floor.

Mrs. Ohtori looked up feeling the call, the familiar touch of that mind. "Shiori," she actually smiled slightly, the purple haired child's image appearing before her.

"Mistress," Shiori smiled back, eyes twinkling.

"You have something to report?" Mrs. Ohtori asked. It was strange, but seeing the girl felt so good. Like she had missed her presence, somehow.

"Juri and Utena seem to have embarked on an affair," Shiori reported softly, warming under her mistress' gaze. It hadn't been until she left Mrs. Ohtori's side that she realized how deep that mastery went, how much she wanted to make her pale queen happy.

"Then Juri is a fool," Mrs. Ohtori found herself saying, "to neglect one such as you."

Shiori's cheeks colored and she had to look away from her shyly. "Thank you, Mistress," she whispered happily. She looked up to add, "Utena intends to hold a great party tomorrow, at a place called Arisugawa's Locket."

'Why did I say that to her?' Mrs. Ohtori wondered, then shook her head. "I know of that place, it's considered neutral territory," she said crisply. She hesitated before asking, "Do you wish to remain among them, Shiori?"

"No, Mistress," Shiori said softly, her eyes wide in hope.

Mrs. Ohtori nodded firmly, "Then at the party tomorrow night, I will come to reclaim you, my little one. Be ready."

"Mistress," Shiori beamed happily, "thank you!"

"No," Mrs Ohtori smiled as the link faded, "thank you." And a few moments later, both women found themselves alone once again.

Out in the night Anthy paused on her way home, an odd tickling sensation at the back of the dark purple haired vampiress' neck, feeling sure she was being followed. She turned around, looking into the shadows to find her persuer, but there was nothing but shadows and darkness.

"I must be edgy," Anthy muttered, going inside the apartment building. She nodded to the doorman, stepping into the elevator and rising the many levels to Utena's floor. The halls were quiet as she walked to the door, hesitating before she opened it.

'Will Utena be back here?' Anthy wondered. She felt a pang considering leaving the beautiful pink haired girl, but she knew there was no other way. If she didn't love her, then there was no reason to stay here any longer.

"Anthy," Wakaba said with forced cheerfulness as she walked inside.

Anthy scanned the room, her nose swiftly picking up the scents in the suite. Wakaba and Ruka, Shiori in the other room, the groupies sleeping over there, and that was all. "Where's Utena?" she asked them briskly.

"She hasn't been back yet," Ruka said a bit apologetically.

Muscles in Anthy's jaw jumped as she clenched it. 'Utena's still up on the roof with Juri,' she thought, feeling a surprising surge of anger.

Shiori walked out of her and Juri's bedroom, an oddly content smile on her face. "Oh, hello Anthy," she beamed, "you're back."

"Do you know what Juri and Utena are doing?" Anthy growled softly.

"Of course," Shiori actually smiled at her winsomely, "Juri and I have always had an open relationship."

Anthy clenched her hands, looking ready to break something. Anything would do. "Well," she snarled, "Utena and I don't!"

With that Anthy left, slamming the door behind her.

"Utena is in so much trouble," Wakaba sighed.

Just in front of the building a figure emerged from the darkness, gazing up at the apartment building thoughtfully. At first glance she might be taken for a teenager, but a closer look into her eyes showed a greater age, an ancient burden.

"She almost spotted me," Saya murmured, "I's best not underestimate them." Carrying her sword case over her shoulder she moved off, adding with a grim smile, "Looks like the whole nest is here, just waiting to be dealt with when I'm ready."

To be continued...