Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ The Crimson Hotel ❯ Flesh That Burns ( Chapter 6 )

Robin peeked through the partially opened door and into the boys' barracks. She had been sitting there for several minutes just staring at Amon. She could see very little in the room as it was dark but for the small sliver of light the door let in, but even that small fraction of light seemed to seek him out and illuminate him. Amon was asleep in one of the rickety cots Chief Kosaka had set up so "nicely" for the STNJ staff. His coat was slung casually across the middle cot and his body was now wrapped in a generic gray, cotton blanket just like the one that so unceremoniously adorned all the other makeshift beds set up in the decaying warehouse. His eyes were completely closed and his raven hair delicately draped his pale, white skin. She noticed that he didn't employ any of the strange sleeping habits that others sometimes did. He did not drool, snore, thrash, talk or anything. He just lay there perfectly, still and serene. Robin crouched in the doorway of the drab room, occasionally stealing a glance down the concrete hallway to make sure Dojima or Michael wouldn't catch her peeking in on Amon. The last thing she needed was to be subjected to further ridicule and teasing from Dojima in regards to her feelings for Amon. Dojima just couldn't understand what it felt like to want something so badly and then to only get a small taste of it. How it took a hold inside of you and became an all-consuming obsession. Lately she had felt as if the entire world outside of him had suddenly ceased to exist. As if her sole mission had become simply to follow behind him in silent wonder, basking in his perfection. She smiled to herself. She did kind of sound like an obsessed fan stalking a movie star or something, but she couldn't help it. She had never felt anything quite like this before. She was addicted to his touch now.

Robin peered nervously down the hallway once again, deciding whether to completely enter the room as to watch him more closely. She wanted to hear his breathing, to watch his chest rise and fall. She wished to be near him, not peeking in on him from several feet away. She assured herself that neither Dojima or Michael was watching, then slowly entered the "forbidden" barracks. She tiptoed cautiously to the unoccupied cot where Amon's coat lay and softly sat down beside it. She ran her fingers over the black fabric, then brought it up to her cheek. It felt oddly soft and rough at the same time, almost like a velvet suede. It felt strange to her that Amon was able to take this coat off. It had almost seemed like a part of him to her. Whenever he'd move, it would follow him, billowing behind him in a storm of obsidian. She ran her nose over the material, filling her lungs with his scent. It made her head swim with desire for him and she whimpered softly. She set the coat back down neatly on the cot and stared over at Amon, who lay only a few feet from her now. Robin stood up and carefully removed her own jacket, placing it on the cot next to his. Dying to be closer to him still, she gently lifted up the free edge of the non-descript gray blanket and slid onto Amon's cot, facing him. She buried her face into his chest and lay there for several minutes. She felt his hand move onto her waist and realized that Amon had awoke. She gasped lightly.

"Robin? What are you doing in here?" Amon asked sternly.

"I…I..just wanted…to be with you." She blushed harshly and considered leaping out of the cot and running away. All she could manage to be was turn around so she was no longer facing him.

"Robin. This isn't going to work." His voice was emotionless, as usual.

"What do you mean, Amon?" Robin began to shake both with nervousness and desire.

"We have to stop this. Now. Before things get out of hand."

"I..don't understand." Robin began to feel tears well up in her eyes and she did her best to force them away. Amon was silent.

"But earlier…" She started.

"It was a mistake."

She felt a tear slide down her cheek. "It didn't feel like a mistake to me." He was silent again. She let the silence continue, desperately wanting him to say something, anything! In the movies, this is where he'd say, "It didn't feel like a mistake to me either" or "Kiss me, you fool", but this wasn't the movies. Nobody ever gets what they want in real life.

"Why won't it work. Amon, I…love you!" She was almost sobbing now. She his whole body tense up, unsure of how to deal with her in this state.

"You're a witch, Robin. I could never-" And yet his face shown with a hint of conflict.

"I'M YOUR WITCH!" She screamed, turning to face him once again, "Don't you understand that! I am yours! I would do anything you told me to do! Do you want me to burn myself alive with my own flame? I will! Just say the words!" She leapt up from the bed and stared wildly at him. Amon quickly glanced over at his coat, where his equipment was, but realized that he wouldn't be able to reach his orbo gun in time to prevent her from doing such a thing.

"Robin, don't be foolish."

"I am a fool! Can't you see what you do to me, Amon!? Can't you feel the heat coming off me! I am burning with desire for you!" He did feel her heat. He saw literal flame emanating from her eyes.

"Robin." He spoke, the lust present in his own voice now. "It just isn't…right." But she knew she had him now. She had heard the way he said her name. She climbed back into the bed with her back to him and stuck her butt right into his lap. He was already hard. So her speech had affected him in at least one way.

"I think it's right." She said, grinding her hips into him, "It feels damn right to me." His breathing began to get heavy and Robin could almost hear the walls of his resistance crumbling. She quickened the rotation of her hips, rubbing herself forcefully against his erect penis. Amon moaned softly, then put his hands around her hips, stopping her from continuing the movement.

"Turn around." He ordered. She turned toward him and met his eyes. He gazed at her for a long moment, then kissed her lips passionately. This was, technically, their first kiss and Robin immediately felt as if she were consumed by it. She could no longer think straight or breathe. Her heart raced madly inside of her. All she could think about now was Amon deep within her.

"Take me, Amon, now!" She panted, and he did not hesitate. He unfastened her dress urgently, almost ripping the buttons right off of it, and she wiggled out of it, sending it fluttering to the floor. Her skin was pale and creamy, almost as light as his, and Amon too felt as if he could no longer think. They were suddenly past the point of no return. Robin continued to watch his face as he disrobed her. Every little flash of passion she saw in his eyes fueled her own and she began removing his shirt as he tore off her underwear. She was absolutely dripping wet. She was surprised that her body was able to produce so much moisture! Amon noticed it too and he felt his head swim. He was no longer is control of himself. He was driven by pure animal lust as was she. Robin ran her hand along his cock through the barrier of his pants and he gasped with pleasure. He forced her arms down onto the bed, then began fumbling with the button on his pants. He threw them thoughtlessly onto the floor and quickly pushed Robin's legs apart and over her shoulders. He positioned himself on top and her let his penis brush her wet lips without actually entering her. He felt her moisture cover the tip of his penis and he decided he could not wait any longer.

He entered her forcefully, plunging his erection deep within her, feeling the heat of her slick inner walls envelope him. She screamed with pleasure as he quickened his pace, pounding her mercilessly and hungrily. The intensity blinded them both and Amon began to moan loudly as Robin cried out and dug her nails into his back. The world had disappeared around them and neither was concerned that the noises of their passion might be overheard through the thick concrete. The springs in the old cot squeaked violently beneath them as Amon further accelerated. She was so tight around him, having been a virgin when they'd first entangled in the warehouse bathroom. He had never experienced anything as good as she felt. Robin gazed fixedly on Amon's face, basking in the excitement she felt in seeing his features so full of passion and surrender. The pleasure pulsed through her entire body and when her orgasm finally overtook her, her vision blurred under its intensity and she screamed his name breathlessly as loud as she could. Amon came so strongly it was almost painful and he cried out. He could understand why the Chinese had once called an orgasm "little death", as all his energy seemed to spurt out of his body and into hers. Sweaty and exhausted, the lovers collapsed onto the cot. Amon seemed to regain himself rather quickly and collected the clothing strewn across the room, dressing hurriedly. All of the problems, temporarily forgotten, returned.

The door to the boys' barracks had come ajar, unnoticed, and two little sets of eyes peeked through the crack.

"Um…wow." Michael stammered, "I…uh…I think I need to…go to the bathroom for a little while."

"Yeah," Dojima replied fanning herself, "Me too!"