Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Chemicals ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Chemicals

By Iron Lotus in conjunction with Quiksilver

She had lost her appetite. All through dinner, his metallic hand had been resting on her thigh under the table, the cold, artificial fingers stroking her up and down the inside of her thigh, getting close but never touching, sending chills throughout her body. It was amazing the effect those touches could produce; the feather-light but shockingly icy caress of his mechanical fingers unlike anything else she'd felt before. He had asked her to go back to his room after the meal, but when dinner had ended, she all but ran from the dining hall, darting through the halls to Van's room.

Why Van's? Because she was embarrassed and he hadn't been there during dinner. He had skipped the meal, as he usually did, in favor of brooding in his room.

She burst into his door and shut it quickly behind her, turning around to see a startled Van crouched close to the ground with his sword partially drawn. "Oh," he said after a moment, and relaxed again, moving to sit back down on his bed. "It's you."

"Hai…" she mumbled and walked over to him to sit by his side on the bed.

"What's wrong?" he asked, not really looking at her. If she didn't know him as well as she did, she would have thought he didn't really care, but his voice was laced with concern, however well he hid it.

She averted her eyes and clasped her hands tightly in her lap. After a moment, she said hesitantly, "You didn't come to dinner tonight…"

He looked over at her again, briefly, before getting off the bed and moving over to the window. "Mm," he replied, pulling himself up to sit on the sill. After a moment of tense silence, he turned his gaze back to her and pleaded softly, "Tell me what's bothering you."

She smiled up at him, appreciative of his concern. "I just feel… like something is out of place," she murmured, her eyes shifting to the floor at her feet. "Like something is different."

Van was about to comment when she stood, a preoccupied look on her face. "I'm going to go to bed," Hitomi announced, turning toward the door. "I'll… I'll see you tomorrow."

The hallways in the palace were long, most bearing a likeness which was easily confusing. It was not difficult to get lost in the halls, and if one was to wander aimlessly through them, it would likely take a while for one to find their way back to where they came from. Hitomi wandered down the ill-lit hallways, knowing full well that she was moving in the direction of Folken's room, and away from her own. She was surprised however, when she found herself actually standing at his door.

Sighing, she put her hand against the door and leaned on it, not willing to knock or just let herself in. The door was a barrier that she was not sure she wanted to go through. She didn't really know how things stood between the two of them. What Folken had said… what Folken had done…

Obviously there was a mutual attraction, or he wouldn't have offered and she wouldn't have consented, but what exactly was there between them now? Awkwardness, assuredly. She felt awkward just thinking about him, about what he had almost done to her. No - about what they had almost done together. She had, after all, kissed him back.

And what about Allen? What about Van? She was betraying both of them in one fell swoop, in more ways than she could count. No - this was not a good idea. It went against all of her better judgment, doing… things with Folken. She could not allow it to continue. Because if it did, then… she would not go back to Folken. She would just leave and pretend like it had never happened. There was no other way about it.

Spinning around to leave, she was surprised to bump face-first into a firm chest. Looking up, her eyes lit up in recognition and her face immediately pinked. She involuntarily took a step backwards, her back glued to the door. "I was wondering how long it would be until you noticed me," he said, before putting his hands on the door on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. "Or did you notice me? You weren't planning on leaving, were you?" His voice was disturbingly devoid of a teasing tone.

Hitomi opened her mouth to speak, sputtering incoherent sounds, too flustered to actually say anything. When she was just about to form a rational thought, Folken closed the distance between them and gently pressed his lips to hers. She was struck into silence, her heart hammering against her ribcage, threatening to pop right out of her chest.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" he asked, his eyes piercing hers. "I didn't make you uncomfortable, did I? Or is that why you ran off. Is that why you went to Van?"

He was jealous, she thought. He was being possessive, dangerously so. She wasn't his, just like she wasn't Allen's or Van's, and he had no right to behave as though she was. Still, she decided it would not be pragmatic to mention this at this particular instant in time.

She shook her head and he closed his eyes tightly for a moment before pulling away from her and moving to open his bedroom door. Thinking she was free to go, she made to move away, but her grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately while maneuvering her through the doorframe and shutting the door quietly behind him.

*

Just down the hall, a shocked and angry Van stared at where Hitomi and his brother had been a moment ago. Jealousy burned in his chest, mixed with a bitter, bitter anger. He had followed her a little while after she left, to make sure she got to her room safely. She had been kidnapped from the palace before, after all. But when she had veered from the route to her own bedroom and stopped in front of Folken's door, he had felt the seeds of suspicion. He knew that she and Folken were friends, or on friendly terms, at least, but what on earth could she possibly want in his room? Folken had likely asked her there, but why?

The answer had become glaringly obvious when Folken assumed his position behind her. If it was not what Hitomi wanted, it was undoubtedly what Folken wanted. Folken wanted Hitomi. In his room. And there was little doubt in Van's mind that Folken's intentions weren't exactly virginal.

And then Folken had kissed her. And Van's gut twisted with rage and betrayal and envy, and he knew that he would lose what little he had of Hitomi to his brother. His brother, who had taken everything. But even as Van walked away, he vowed that he would not lose her. He would not lose the only precious thing he had left - no matter what, he would take her back.

*

Hitomi lost any train of thought at the fiery caress of his kiss. It rivaled the passion he had demonstrated to her before, sending waves of warmth through every fiber of her being. He guided her to the bed, pushing her down onto it and moving over her until her small, quivering body was just beneath his own.

"It's just… I have to be free, you know?"

"Even the songbird must stretch its wings."

Folken had no doubt that he knew better than anyone what it was like to be a caged bird. Detaching his lips from hers as his hands moved to hold her hips, he murmured into her ear, his hot breath tickling her flesh, "I'll make you free, Hitomi…" Just sing for me.

She could only sigh as his left hand drifted to her stomach, lifting up the hem of her uniform blouse to lightly caress her stomach, his mouth moving to her earlobe, taking it in his mouth and sucking gently, nipping it softly with his teeth and tugging it just slightly. His clawed hand moved to her thigh to stroke it on the outside, going under her small pleated skirt and rubbing her all the way up until he touched the soft cotton fabric of her panties.

His eyes closed in rapture when he felt one of her tiny hands gripping his arm, the other moving to his back, slowly caressing it up and down and making little spark-like tingles surge up his spine and ignite a fire in his loins. He groaned and moved to kiss her once more, his hand shifting its attentions elsewhere as he crawled further up her blouse, across the naked skin of her stomach to slowly tickle her ribs with the pads of his fingers until he reached another piece of cloth, covering the breasts he so ached to lavish with affection.

Her body pressed up against his, lifting up off of the bed, and her hands abandoned him for a moment, to move behind her and unclasp her bra. When she fell back onto the bed, he found that the lacy barrier that had been there prior was now easily worked around, and he pushed it up before tenderly taking one of her small, perky breasts into his hand. She panted, feeling him rub his thumb against her nipple. Her lips sought out his, but he pulled away, abandoning her smooth skin with both hands to do quick work of her blouse, unbuttoning it and casting it aside. He slid the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and tossed it away as well.

Hitomi felt warm all over, her face flushed, a pressure rising somewhere in her stomach, making her tense and fidgety, wanting and needing something, but not being entirely sure of what it was. Her eyes cracked open to see Folken supporting himself above her, his deep crimson eyes glowing in the hazy blue light as he drank in her form. He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly, moving down to her jawbone, placing fluttering caresses down her long neck, sliding his soft lips across her collarbone and down to the soft mounds of her breasts. As he wrapped one of them in the warmth of his large, rough hands, teasing and rubbing her nipple, he enclosed the other taut peak in the velvety heat of his wet mouth, sucking, licking, suckling the tender, rosy flesh.

"Aa…" She moaned, panting out his name. "Aa, Folken…san…" It was the song he had asked of her in his silent plea just moments earlier, and it rang through his ears, filling his head, igniting his passions further. This was what he longed for… and there was so much more he wanted.

She was vaguely aware of the pressure of the cold metallic claws of his left hand sliding down her thigh, scraping her skin slightly, dragging her panties down off of her hips as it went. Hitomi squeezed her thighs together, not conscious of having been divested of her underwear, trying to assuage the ache at their junction which seemed to only increase as Folken switched breasts and flicked the pebble of her nipple with his velvety hot tongue. She rubbed her thighs together harder, one of her hands starting to travel down to see if she could somehow manage the strange sensation that was building up there. Her hand was swiftly intercepted, however, with one his good one, and it dived between her legs and cupped her fully.

Hot, slick, wet. He slowly started moving his fingers, placing just the right amount of pressure, only to feel her legs crush around his hand, squeezing it tightly between the soft flesh of her thighs, asking for more, begging for more. Her head was tossing wildly from side to side, small gasps working their way out of her mouth between her shallow, panting breaths.

He understood her need; his erection throbbing in the uncomfortable confines of his pants. Using only his metallic hand, he rid himself of his pants, finding much to his delight that her small hands were already making good work of the buttons on his shirt. He peeled it off of him, now in the same state of undress as she was. She half-crawled onto him and he half-lifted her into his lap, his heated arousal pressing against her stomach as she rubbed herself on one of his thighs, her hands fluttering everywhere over his chest, down his arms and across his back, her mouth connected to his.

His hands moved down to her bottom, and he grasped her round cheeks before lifting her up slowly. His metallic hand had heated from the heat of her body as he had caressed her, and so it felt no different from his real hand, save for its texture. He lifted her until she was positioned above him, ready for him to enter her. She hugged her arms around him in a drunken acceptance, not entirely aware of his intentions. Had she known, she would have consented anyway, so lost in pleasure and arousal was she.

"Aah, aaa-hh…" she gasped, feeling the head of his engorged arousal slowly begin to penetrate her tight, throbbing pussy. Her legs, positioned on either side of his torso tried to squeeze together, gripping him almost painfully between them. He shushed her, urging her to relax, and continued to lower her onto him. It was like she was feeling a new part of her body, feeling slow, agonizingly sweet friction in a place where she had never felt it before. It was stretching, filling her, slightly painful and unpleasant. Her body pushed, not welcoming the intrusion, but he did not relent, moving into her even as she started crying into his shoulder.

He vaguely registered the lack of a barrier as he made his way in. But her tightness accompanied by her tears, her innocent manner and the sweet noises she was making were proof enough of her virginity. He pushed in until he was all the way up, and slowly moved them so that she was on her back on the bed and he was inside of her, between her legs. Slowly at first, he pulled out and pushed back in, watching in a sort of smug fascination as she squeezed her eyes shut and took panting breaths, unable to utter word, so lost in sensation was she. The sight of it was enough for him to lose it, and he steadily increased his pace, pumping in and out of her.

Her breasts bounced up and down, her hips rising subconsciously in synchronization with his. Faster and harder, grunting and panting and sighing and moaning, they went on. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room against their muffled cries of ecstasy. Something somewhere deep inside of her was boiling and tickling and building up and she felt it rise and spread throughout her. The muscles in her abdomen clenched and she squeezed around him, urging him to give her more. He slammed into her with renewed vigor, the claws of his metallic hand pushing slightly into her skin where he held her at the hip, almost enough to break it. His mouth kissed and sucked her skin all over, adding extra waves of pleasure to the ones that washed over her with every thrust into her body.

Somewhere amidst their wordless love-making, Folken grunted out her name, as he rubbed her in just the right place in time with his plunges into her body. The sound of it made her go insane. The boiling inside of her maxed out and she tossed her head back as a long, heated cry of passion burst through her lips. Her sweet nectar poured from her, her eyes closed tightly as the explosion of pleasure undulated through her body, shaking her and making her writhe beneath him in release.

She clenched around him and he felt her muscles spasm as she climaxed, her back rising up from the bed, pushing him further in and providing him with a whole different sensation. He felt his own release upon him and pulled away from her just in time for the familiar squeezing sensation and the rush of his seed up his shaft as he came. It spilled all over her stomach and upper thighs, a few fly-away drops landing on the sheets of the bed.

Folken collapsed next to her, curling his body around hers protectively in an instinctual movement. He closed his eyes, his energy slightly spent, and was about to drift off to sleep when Hitomi pulled away from him and began moving unsteadily off of the bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked in a quiet voice, his hand darting out and gripping onto her wrist.

"I need to take a bath," she replied, gently prying his fingers to escape his grip. He let her go, listening in a half-asleep state as the water in his tub ran. The sound of running water lulled him to sleep.

Folken woke up an hour or so later, alone in his bed.

*

Hitomi panted, the thin material of her light-green tank top sticking to her sweaty skin. She tried to catch her breath as she slowed to a walk, bending over with her hands on her knees, head dipping down and eyes closed. The waning moon was hidden by clouds, dimming the little light that she had to see by. How late was it? When she had changed into her running clothes, she had forgotten to put on her watch.

She closed her eyes tightly as she wiped the sweat from her face with her forearm, standing straight once more. She breathed in deeply and started on her way back to the palace, leaving the refuge of the garden behind. The run had been refreshing, tiring her even more when she was already almost fainting with exhaustion. Somehow, however, she had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to get much sleep that night.

There was no wound that festered so much as guilt.

It got even worse when she heard a familiar voice behind her call her name.

AN: There it is. Chapter two… later than Id hoped, but here at last. Please review, please enjoy!! Chapter three coming soon…. Hopefully.