Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Resistance Is Futile ❯ All tied up ( Chapter 3 )

Resistance is Futile

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: This anime does not belong to me.

Author’s note: Sorry for taking so long. But the third chapter is up! R&R pweaz. 

         & nbsp;  ‘No, not now. This shouldn’t be happening . . . ’ Amon’s sanity was drained by the dark aura that surrounded the room. His heart raced a hundred miles per second. His eyes twitched and were as wide as frisbees. He managed to stand up from the bed and he found a lead pipe under the bed. He held up the lead pipe as if he was warming up for a curve ball. What he didn’t notice was that his eyes in reality were still very tightly shut, only his mind was corrupted with images of his deceased enemy, Zaizen. But when the soft whispering voice of his love reached him, the internal darkness was flushed away as if a purifying breeze crawled its way into Amon’s heart.

            ; “Amon . . . ? Amon, are you having trouble sleeping? Was it me? Was I snoring? Was I moving in my sleep, was I disturbing you? If you want, you can tie me up for the night . . . ” Amon’s eyes fluttered open and he cautiously looked over to his right. His heart slowed down from it’s asphalt burning pace. His fingertips traced over Robin’s jaw and slowly trailed down her neck.

             “I like that idea,” Amon whispered as a grin made its way to his face. Robin blushed hard and gulped. She didn’t think that Amon would take that joke so seriously. Before she could protest, Amon was already on top of her slowly kissing down her neck. His hands found a silk blanket folded neatly next to his pillow. As he took Robin’s hardened nipples into his mouth, He ripped the silk blanket into long strips. When he was satisfied with his strips of silk, he began to tie it around Robin’s wrists in loose knots to the rails attached to the bed. He did the same to Robin’s ankles and Robin felt oddly aroused by the situation that she was in. Fifteen minutes later Amon was having his way with his woman. Robin’s cries for pleasure echoed through the empty halls in the building that they were in. But Amon wanted her to beg because begging really turned him on. Robin’s naked form was glimmering from the fine sheet of sweat that developed on her skin as Amon touched her lightly in places that sent her off the edge. He started with her neck as he dragged his tongue across her shoulder blades and dabbing it on her nipples a couple times to make her even more wet. She tried to bring her knees together but the soft yet strong silk fabric wouldn’t allow it. Robin eventually started to cry and Amon finally quit playing around and started to make sweet love to her. His member was already erect before he even started to tie Robin up so he was just as aroused as Robin. They were even more into the sex than the night before, if you can imagine it. But in between their love making Robin set the strips of silk that tied her down into flames. The sight was quite funny because Amon had no idea that his hair caught on fire. Robin screamed, Amon cried out “Holy Shit!” Robin found the fire extinguisher and before Amon could even react, his whole face was dripping with white foamy substances that stung his eyes. Even though Amon couldn’t see, he could hear Robin’s hysterical laughing voice and that brought a smile to his face.

             When he thought about the old days when Robin and him worked in STN-J, there was this thick cloud of negativity that clung to the air that they breathed in. It made everyone so tense and overprotective of their space. And now that they were away from Raven’s Flat for so long and enjoying life as it is, it makes him feel awkward about ever going back. But he has to. He needs that extra pinch to wake him from his day dreams. He needs to because Robin also needs to be with her friends. But hearing her laugh like that, it makes him feel less afraid of returning to his past. It makes him feel like a new door has been opened up for him to walk through and to explore.

          &nb sp; But behind every door, there lies a deep dark secret. He could feel it. The intensity of something dark and mysterious lingering inside him. Could this be some type of experiment used on him by a witch? Where the hell did that idea come from? Amon snapped back into reality when Robin came back from the bathroom with a towel. She soaked the wet towel in warm water and now she was wiping the foamy shit off his face. Amon wanted to talk to someone about this sudden thought. This might be the source of his nightmares. Maybe . . .

           &nbs p;‘I should talk to Nagira,” Amon thought. He didn’t think that he could ever grow to like his brother. But here he was, looking forward to hearing his brother’s stupid comments. He forgets that Nagira was his half brother. But isn’t it all right to forget . . . ?

           &nbs p;Robin threw the dirty towel into the trash and headed into the kitchen. Amon asked her what she was going to do in the kitchen. Her reply was muffled by the sound of running water. Amon heard her say breakfast. He smiled to himself because thinking about Robin’s culinary skills made him even more thankful that he was with her. Robin was a perfect package; beauty and mind with a bonus of powers and excellent cooking skills. She’s going to make a lovely mom. He couldn’t wait. But babies don’t pop out of nowhere.

          &nb sp; Amon found his cell phone in the pocket of his slacks that was left on the floor since his long session of love making with Robin. He dialed the number to Nagira’s firm and a woman picked up. The woman sounded frustrated when she told him to hold. Amon guessed that Nagira was as childish as always. When Nagira picked up, even he sounded frustrated.

             “Yeah, talk to me,” Nagira mumbled through the receiver. This time he sounded more tense and uncomfortable, as if he wanted to get the whole day over with.

             “Thanks for everything; the plane, the place to stay. Way too extravagant for me, but that effort is admirable.” Amon spoke with emotion which made Nagira even more confused. But after five seconds of considering the meaning behind all those words, a huge grin spread across Nagira’s face making him forget about all those arrogant clients of his.

           & nbsp;“It was that good, huh? My little brother’s all grown up! My little brother is a stud! And to think that all those years down the stretch was worth the practice, I’m moved by your efforts!” Nagira sang with a devilish grin spread across his features. His coworkers stared at their boss in disgust.

          &nb sp; “Sh-shut up!” Amon stuttered, looking over his shoulders thinking how wrong it was for his brother to talk so loudly about that subject. What’s worse was him saying it out loud while he was working with his gossiping coworkers. Amon felt his face heat up as the thought replayed again and again in his head. He quickly hung up before he could say something that his brother could misinterpret into something with innuendo leaking through.

          &nb sp; ‘Someday I’ll crack that hollow head of his by punching it through a pavement,’ Amon thought with a nerve twitching.

          & nbsp; Robin knocked on the door, then invited herself in with a whole tray of pancakes and a side of scrambled eggs. “Breakfast’s ready.” She put the tray down on the low table next to their bed.

           & nbsp;“This looks great,” Amon murmured into his lover’s ear. Robin responded instantly to his praise and blushed hard.

             “So who were you talking to on the phone?” Robin asked out of curiosity.

          & nbsp; “A dead man . . . ” Amon said in a low voice. Robin blinked with a clueless look on her face.