X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Akuen ❯ Aiyoku Ando Netami ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: I do not own X, its settings or characters, am not writing this for profit and so on… My Japanese is not so great, so forgive any mishaps in the titles! Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. Please do not read if you are not 18 or older.

Aiyoku Ando Netami

Lust And Jealousy

He watched her stare at the boy from the depths of his black castle, in the darkness of his domain. He often watched her, no matter where she went or what she was doing. He never grew tired of looking at her, even when she was preoccupied with the most mundane of things. It did not matter to him, so long as he could look upon her. Once, in a time long ago but never forgotten, he had been able to touch her, and it had been the pinnacle of all things he had achieved in life. But it had also been foolish and stupid, and it had exacted a terrible cost upon him, one that he would regret until the end of time. And yet, he knew if he were given the chance to do it again, he most likely would, for his was a will not suited for waiting, but rather taking that which he desired. And he desired Aikou above all things in life.

It had been that way since the day he first saw her. In a time gone from the world's memory, he had come across her running through sunbathed fields of flowers, her dark hair streaming behind her in wild waves, her eyes shining with joy as she moved with wild abandon, her laughter echoing around him.

Love.

That was the first word he had thought of when he saw her, and he had been riveted where he stood, drinking in the carefree, pure happiness she exuded. He had immediately ascertained that for all her exuberance, she was no child, but of an age to rival his own. But even then, he hadn't known what she was. He had let his eyes trace the enchanting curves of her body, some rational part of his mind telling him that there were many women far more lovely and well shaped then this one, most of which he had taken to bed. And then she had started to sing. He had simply stared at her in bemusement as she danced and sang to herself, her voice caressing him, washing through him with waves of fire, making his knees weak, his hands tighten into fists and his skin shiver with a desire unlike any he had ever experienced before.

Then she had suddenly dropped to the ground, and terror had seized him, a feeling so foreign he hadn't understood what it was. He had rushed to her side and was bending over her still form when her eyes flew open to stare at him. And the world went still.

Love.

Again that foolish word came to mind as he drowned in the dark depths of her eyes. She gazed at him without fear, only curiosity, even though he was larger and stronger then she. Such trusting innocence was unknown to him, and strangely intoxicating. He loomed over her, twice her height and many times her weight, imprisoning her on the ground between his arms as he braced himself over her. He had meant to ask her if she was alright, but then his gaze had fallen upon her perfect lips, and before he had known what he was going to do, he had lowered his head and kissed her.

LOVE.

The word not only sighed through his mind, it seethed within his heart, raced through his blood, ignited his very soul, plunged his calculating, cold emotions into a churning sea of lust and longing and something more. Something previously unnamed, something that had never touched him no matter how many men and women had pleasured him with their considerable skills. Something that frightened and shocked him even as it beat him down into willing submission in an instant, forcing aside any rational thoughts he might have. Love.

Although he inspired it in legions, he had never known love himself. It was a tool he used, something he amused himself with, something he had long ago learned to control Man with. He had never respected its power because it had been unable to touch him. Until he met Aikou. Part of him knew that Love had enacted its revenge upon him that day, but he had been powerless to defy it then, and he was still bound by its iron chains to this very day.

He leaned his head back against his throne with a weary sigh and closed his eyes, irritated with Aikou for watching another man, even if he was just a boy, and angry with himself for dwelling on the past like some melancholy swain. Even now, just the memory of that first kiss aroused him to a point of near pain. He was only glad he had not thought of another time with her, or he would be beyond the point of endurance. At this moment, his need was already growing to an agony, his blood racing and his breath coming faster as desire swept over him in warm, vibrant waves.

He waved a hand at the viewing crystal and then rose as the vision within it went dark. He turned brilliant eyes down to the hall, where his most loyal followers mingled in an orgy of hedonistic vices. He would take one of them in her place, as he always did. The people in the hall had grown silent, immediately aware of the moment their master rose, and they watched him with adoring eyes. He was their lord, their guardian, their reason for living. There was not one among them who would not lay down their life for his.

He slowly scanned the great room, his cerulean eyes stroking over the numerous women that had chosen to serve him. There were women of every race, size and color, but there was only one type he had a craving for at the moment: petite brunettes. Spotting a young woman of vibrant beauty and dark coloring, he raised a hand and gestured her forward. Several of the women openly pouted, obviously disappointed, but one blonde who was more bold then the rest called out, "Will you not take me also, lord? Two women can please you better then one."

He glanced at her with a patient smile that was cold and meant to be intimidating. While the woman was correct, this was not to be one of his dalliances that he indulged in for self gratification. This coupling was a release for a painful necessity, which also happened to be a very specific desire that required specific elements. Firstly, the female had to have dark hair and dark eyes. Secondly, she had to be petite yet well curved. Lastly, she had to be the only one he was with, because when he was with Aikou, he had no need and more importantly no desire for more then one person at a time.

"I thank you for the generous offer, but no," he finally replied, his voice ringing out across the hall, its volume accurately matching his great size.

The blonde's face fell with disappointment, but this time she wisely held her tongue. By this time, the brunette had reached the steps leading up to his throne, and she waited with downcast eyes while he studied her. She was very beautiful, to be certain, and her body was exquisite, but despite this, she would never be a match for the woman she was standing in for this night. The knowledge brought with it the sharp sting of irritation, and his steps were brusque as he marched down the stairs.

He grabbed her arm with careless disregard for her comfort and led her out of the hall. The woman had to run to match his gigantic strides, but he cared little for her discomfort. She was simply a means to an end, and his desire for Aikou had sent his body into a painfully aroused state. He had no patience for niceties. They reached his quarters in mere minutes, and he growled, "Get into bed," as he turned to secure his chamber doors. He could hear her clothes falling to the floor as she hurriedly undressed, but he took his time setting the lock before turning around, wanting her to be in the bed before he saw her. If she was not, the illusion would be shattered, and he'd be forced to go find another woman.

To his relief, the brunette was indeed waiting in his bed when he turned around, her face hidden by the shadows of the room. All he could see was the outline of her dainty, curvaceous body beneath the sheets. He was suffering from such a fever of longing for Aikou at the moment that it was pathetically easy for him to pretend this girl was another woman, to impose a face onto that body in the dark. His heartbeat increased as he slowly made his way to the bed, casually disrobing as he moved.

"Do not make a sound," he ordered her as he stopped at the foot of the bed, envisioning his beloved Aikou lying before him rather then this substitute. "If you do, you will regret it."

The woman said nothing, but she knew her lord was serious. He had a fierce temper, they had all seen it at one point in time or another. Usually he was quite relaxed and indulgent, but he was often strange and distant during his lovemaking, though no one dared to question him about it. She simply gave a short nod of understanding, and he smiled at her as the last of his clothes fell away. She would have liked to look at the master for a moment, because he was truly magnificent to behold, but he was on her before his clothing reached the ground.

His hands were everywhere, touching her with a gentleness she hadn't expected. His mouth rained feverish kisses across her brow, over her face, and around her neck. He teased her nipples with his fingers as he trailed his lips over her collarbones, and then his hands slipped down to caress her legs as his mouth fastened onto one erect tip, suckling on it with strong, lingering motions. His right hand slid up her thigh to stroke the curls between her legs before he slid his fingers into her wet warmth. She was hard pressed not to gasp, but remembering his warning, she remained silent. He tormented her this way for several minutes, switching from one nipple to the other until she was writhing mindlessly with need. Just when she thought she would die from want, he rose over her and entered her with one hard thrust.

She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. He was enormous, but she should have guessed as much, considering his great size. He lifted her legs in his hands, tilting her hips so that he penetrated her even more fully, and then he began to pound into her with deep, urgent thrusts. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for the strength to be quiet, but the pleasure that was racing through her was almost more then she could bear.

He was aware of her agony, but he did not care. From the moment he touched her, he knew she was not Aikou. She was similar in height and build, but she was not the woman he desired, and his body knew it. He had thrown himself into the lovemaking, not wanting the differences between this woman and the one he truly wanted to be made noticeable to him. As he touched her, he imagined she was someone else. It was Aikou's breasts he lovingly sucked on. It was Aikou's flower that he sweetly stroked with gentle fingers, and it was Aikou's incomparable body that he thrust himself in. As he desperately plunged into the woman beneath him, he closed his eyes and thought of his Aikou.

He envisioned her perfect legs twined around his waist, held fast in the grip of his strong hands. He dreamed it was her breasts sliding against his chest as he rocked himself against her with increasing force. He imagined it was her delectable body that sheathed him, growing hotter and wetter with each powerful stroke. And he told himself it was her hands that dug into his back as the spasms of orgasm rushed through the body he made love to. Feeling the woman climax, he let go of his own tenuous control and allowed himself to come, for he never would have orgasmed without bringing Aikou pleasure first. White hot light flashed behind his eyes as painful pleasure ripped through him, the sound of his beloved's name thundered through his room as he shouted, "Aikou!" and then he collapsed onto the bed.

He rolled to one side, throwing an arm over his eyes, and muttered, "You may leave now."

The woman beside him stiffened in surprise, but though it had sounded like a statement, she knew it was actually a command. She dressed faster then she had disrobed, feeling distinctly embarrassed. Though he had brought her pleasure, she knew it was not because he had wanted to. He had been making love to this "Aikou" not her, though she would never tell anyone that. It was too painful and humiliating. She left the room with quiet dignity, though the lock was difficult for her to get open and she had to struggle with it because he did not offer to help her.

He did not open his eyes until she was gone. He sighed with relief as his heart beat slowed down to a normal cadence, and for the moment he was relieved to discover that his desire had been briefly assuaged. With his lustful longing back under control, he quickly dressed and returned to the hall, wondering what his Aikou had been doing while he had been seeking his release.

The vision crystal flared to life at his command, and a picture of Aikou immediately appeared. To his surprise, she was now talking to that boy, and he felt his curiosity give way to anger and jealousy. How dare she speak to another man? Every time she conversed with men, it made his blood boil. And this boy was very handsome, for a mortal. Oh, the boy was no match for his own looks, but Aikou had never been interested in his looks, much to his dismay. She was more drawn to a person's heart, and that was why he had always failed to claim her as his own. Though he loved her beyond reason, he was not a good, kind natured man, and she knew it. Therein lied the problem. She would never give her heart to a man who could not be as sweet and honest as she was. He was Emperor, lord of all he surveyed, and yet…not this woman. This one woman that he longed for, ached for, needed with a passion that ran mad through his veins.

He scowled as he watched her laugh with the boy, and then growled when she curtsied to him. His lady should show acquiescence to no one save him, he thought with fury. He could feel the anger surging through him, and then, as he glared down at the boy with undisguised hatred, he suddenly realized who it was that Aikou spoke to. It had been years since he had last seen this boy, but there could be no mistaking his solemn eyes and quiet demeanor. This was the very Dragon of Heaven that had destroyed his plans of destruction. The Dragon of Heaven that had helped to kill his Dragons of Earth. He had searched for this boy for years, but he had never been able to find him, and he had always suspected Aikou was somehow hiding the boy from him with protective magic. But now that she was with him, her magic had failed, because he was almost always using magic to keep track of where she was, and she had inadvertently led him right to the boy. So while her magic would still be concealing him from detection, the magic used to track her happened to show anything in her vicinity, and so now, at last, the boy had been found. This was the Dragon of Heaven that had eluded him. This was…

"Kamui Shirou," Jouyoku snarled, a fierce light of loathing in his eyes.