Games of Power

Author: Lhunuial
Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Main Characters: Akira, Tokito
Minor characters: Suzaku
Pairing: AkiraxTokito
Genre: Romance
Rating: Adult
Fic: Multichaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine, not ever, don’t sue me, you know the deal.

Warning: Spoilers for chapters 280, 281, 282 and chapters 251 to 259

Chapter 4
The claiming of who


“You!!”

Tokito turned around and seemed to have forgotten all about Suzaku, whom she had fought with to make her leave the castle. All her attention was focussed now upon the young man in the doorway, who was still trying to get the ribbons out of his hair and his clothing straightened. It seemed that he entered the room just in time. And finally he had been able to reach his servant, before real damage was done.

He turned his face into Tokito’s direction. The girl’s face was red. Her hands were clenched around the hilts of her swords. She almost looked like a goddess of fury, except that she had radio active green hair that seemed to illuminate the entire room with its brightness alone. Her eyes were wide open and her teeth bared.

Akira was not in the least bit intimidated. He had seen Tokito like this often enough. He slowly walked into the room until there were only a few inches between him and the former Taishirou. She still glared at him, but took a step backwards. For a moment he lowered his head. “Tokito... What are you doing with my servant?”

She narrowed her eyes and hissed. “What does it look like? Oh I forgot, you cannot see, pardon me.” A snicker followed that remark.

“You were trying to inflict serious harm to my servant.” He answered matter of factly.

“I was going to get rid of her. She’s an unwanted guest in my territory.”

Tokito turned around and was about to finish the job she started. But when she felt Akira placing his hand on her shoulder she stopped dead in her tracks and remained frozen where she was. “You will not do anything to her. She is still very useful to me and I require her services,” the young samurai spoke with an amused tone in his voice.

He knew that that answer would enrage the girl in front of him even more. In fact, it was what he wanted. It wasn’t what he intended when he called for Suzaku in the first place, but after having witnessed Tokito’s response and the things Akari implied he wanted to get a truthful response from Tokito concerning her feelings. And there was no better way to get it than to get her angry.

Fubuki’s daughter turned around swiftly and placed her sword onto Akira’s throat. He just stood there calmly. The blade did not cut his throat. Tokito sheathed her second sword and brought her face close to Akira’s before she started shouting. “Stop flirting with that fucking slut of a servant!!”

At that moment Tokito was so fed up with all the implications, the memory of Akira holding that slut of a servant’s hand and herself being ignored by him for the last couple of days, that she couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing the everlasting smirk on his face did nothing to improve her mood.

Without wasting anymore time Tokito grabbed Akira’s shoulder. She dropped her sword to the ground. The blond samurai was already ready to make a comment on that, but before he could say at least one word he found her lips pushed against his. That caught him off guard for a moment and even off balance. It did not take long though. He wanted to know her feelings and now he had his answer.

She pressed herself against him as close as possible. For the first time she could actually touch him and feel the body she so desired to hold. Clumsily her lips brushed against his. It wasn’t as if she had a lot of practise with this. Actually, this was the first time she had ever done anything like this. Before she had always thought of herself as a boy. And who would have taught her? Her father? Hishigi? She never even had feelings like this before. Not until Akira came along. And now she would make him forget about that stupid servant woman.

When she broke the kiss all Akira could do was manage to whisper her name. She didn’t give him any time to speak. Before he knew it he found himself being dragged through the corridors of Mibu castle by a very determined Tokito. Not only did she drag him, but she continued to kiss him as well. Soft kisses were placed all over his face and his throat.

If she hadn’t been so determined Tokito would have wondered what had gotten into her, storming through the castle like that while she was kissing Akira with everyone around to see it. But at this point she didn’t care anymore. Akira was hers. He’d been hers ever since he discovered the truth about her. She would make him and everyone else see that so they would not lay a finger upon him anymore.

A blush appeared on Akira’s face as he noticed they passed his friends. Akari, Bontenmaru and Benitora all had satisfied grins on their faces. He rolled his eyes for a second when he saw Yukimura with a smug look on his face and Yuan’s family cheering for them. This was getting very embarrassing.

Finally he managed to pull his mouth away. “Tokito...”

There was no answer from her side. Her mouth descended upon his once more, silencing him before he could finish what he wanted to say. The kiss was demanding and yet her lips slid sensually over his. Each time he said her name Tokito felt a wave of satisfaction flowing through her. Finally he was paying attention to her again. While she kissed him her hands moved over his clothed torso. Even under the fabric she could feel his muscles, hard as steel. But that wasn’t even enough, she wanted more. Slowly her hands slid inside his kimono.

For a moment Akira froze as her hands made contact with his bare skin, while he was being pushed firmly against the wall. Yet as he felt her slide over every hard plane of his chest to his shoulders he couldn’t help but groan. Her fingers took the edges of the kimono and lowered them. The young samurai tried to keep her from doing that, but she still managed to bare his shoulders and chest. With light touches she skimmed over his torso, taking in every piece of skin and every scar that covered that part of his body. Her mouth moved from his to his throat, where she started suck softly at his flesh, intending to leave a mark. At that point he stopped fighting her.

Even though her touches started to make him lose his mind, he was still aware of his surroundings. The blush still covered his cheeks as he realised he now stood almost halfnaked in the middle of the corridor where everyone could see them. Shadows were moving already in their direction. He had to do something about that soon. An annoyed and frustrated growl came from deep down his throat. For a moment he focussed on something else, his icing abilities, and in a matter of seconds the entire hallway was covered in ice and a wall of ice prevented anyone else to come near them, at least for a little while.

Akira blinked several times trying to think clearly. He slid his hands between both their bodies and grabbed her wrists firmly.

“Tokito,” he spoke demanding and firmly. When her eyes lifted up to his he knew he had her attention. Before she could get onto him again he turned both of them around, pushing her against the wall and keeping her there. The young Taishirou opened her mouth to release a set of curses and demanding he let her go, trying to kick him as well, but he didn’t give her any chance to do that.

“We can’t do this here,” he growled while he looked from her to the door of her quarters.

She narrowed her eyes and raised her chin proudly. “Ofcourse we can. I am Tokito and I can fucking do what I want where I fucking want in my own house.”

”No.” He slightly pulled her wrists. “Our activities require a more appropriate setting.”

Without further ado Akira lifted Tokito into his arms and walked to her quarters. She blushed slightly as he did that, though her face also spoke of mocking since he dared to command her like that and just picking her up to do with as he wanted. In turn he savoured the moment he held her in his arms. It was so comfortable to feel her so close to him and feel the warmth of her body. The last time he held her in his arms her soul had been shut down by the Aka no Ou and she had been cold.

It was strange how he could silence her foul mouth with just his words and his actions. It was not the first time he noticed this. Almost as if she turned into her true self whenever that happened, into the girl she was meant to be.

Tokito just looked at him as he carried her to her rooms. She wanted to mock him, but words couldn’t come out of her mouth. After all this was what she wanted, to have him touch her and hold her and not leave her again now her world crumbled down and needed to be rebuilt. She wanted him to stay with her and never leave her, like she was left when everything else was taken from her. She always got what she wanted, dammit!

~****~

The door closed loudly behind them after they entered Tokito’s quarters. Akira continued to carry Tokito into her bedroom. All the windows were still closed and the many candles were still burning. They showed a path to Tokito’s futon. Seeing this a smirk appeared on Akira’s face. It was exactly like he remembered, like he left it. Tokito and her silly affinity for candles, cards and her raised futon. A few things that had not changed at all.

As soon as he lowered her to the ground Tokito stuck out her chin defiantly. If he thought he could do that without any response from her he was wrong. She was not one of those girlie girls that would let a guy do anything with them. Besides, it was more fun and more like her nature anyway. Her hands pushed against his chest, though not hard enough to move him or to cause any damage. “You scheming little bastard, how dare you lift me like that and take me into my room! I’m going to kick your ass, you...”

Akira smirked. He expected something like that and so her words went into one ear and left the other. Her foul mouth was effectively silenced as his lips descended upon hers. He pulled her body close against his, resting his left hand on her lower back and buried the other in her radio active hair. Her hands no longer pushed against his chest, but lightly traced every plane, every scar on his torso. It sent shivers down his spine. Something deep inside stirred and brought him to life. He had not noticed before somehow, but she smelled like lilies and something else, something that was completely Tokito.

He placed feathery kisses across her face to the area where it met her neck. There he suckled softly. His smirk became wider when he heard her eliciting a barely audible moan. As his suckling on the skin in her neck increased he was pleased to see the result. It would certainly leave a mark.

Tokito pulled him back up to meet mouths once more, her passion already building so high that she didn’t really notice the marks he left. Her lips brushed lightly yet sensually against his. She closed her eyes as their kiss lasted, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself even closer against him. His hair was soft, Tokito discovered as she buried her hand into it. A soft gasp escaped her as she felt his tongue tracing the contours of lips. No matter how tough she might be acting she felt uncertain deep inside. Butterflies filled her stomach.

The blond samurai pulled away when he felt her stiffen. Had he gone too fast? For a second the cold mask he always wore on his face faded to show some doubt and concern. But it faded as just quickly as it appeared. He decided to tease her some more. “If you keep talking then we won’t be going anywhere tonight.”

She looked down for a moment and just said “oh.” He frowned as he looked at her. Since when did she seem so small? So fragile? The answer came to him quickly. Since their battle. It had changed them both.

Just as he was about to hold her closer again she regained her composure. The fiery look returned to her eyes. “If I’m talking too much then it’s your fault.”

He snickered. “I was wondering why that response was taking so long. You’re becoming slow, dear Tokito.”

A set of screams and curses followed. “I am not slow. Do you have a deathwish, you brat? If so I can fulfill it.”

That infamous smirk appeared on his face. “A deathwish? That is possible. However, I prefer calling it ‘challenging’ you.”

Tokito growled deep in her throat. “Stop talking so much, chatterbox.”

At the same time she took control again. The sheer force of her kiss made the young couple stumble backwards onto the futon. Akira found himself fully spread upon it, with Tokito on top of him. Their kiss deepened, tongues entwined in an ancient dance. It alternated between quick, passionate and slow and sensual.

His heartbeat increased significantly. Slowly he placed his arms around her again, pressing her against him. His hands started to undo the knot of her obi. It wasn’t fair that he was the only one half unclothed.

As soon as she felt her kimono sliding off of her arms Tokito ended the kiss. She raised herself slightly and looked at Akira’s face beneath her. For once she was thankful he was blind so he couldn’t see the big blush on her cheeks now that her body was slowly being revealed to him. She still felt uncomfortable naked, like she had felt when Bontenmaru discovered her ‘two small mountains’. Her hands tried to grab the edges of her kimono and pull it up again to cover herself when she found Akira’s hands on top of hers, stopping her.

“No,” he whispered huskily.

Tokito’s bottom lip trembled. “But... Akira...”

She wished he would open his eyes, like he did in their battle. Then she could see him, see his feelings. His face never expressed much. It was either cold and stern, or it had that annoying smirk on it.

Akira raised himself to sit straight. He reached out for her when he sensed her discomfort. Not really having a lot of experience with a situation like this to lean on he used his intuition. His hands gently ran through her hair, then moved to trace the lines of her face, before slowly travelling downwards.

Her breathing stopped as she felt his hands on her body. A frown appeared on her face as the touches were so light it tickled her. The next moment a loud ‘whack’ could be heard.

“That tickles!”

Akira rubbed the red spot on his cheek. “I’ll have to remember that then.” He should have known he would even be fighting with her in a situation like this.

“I’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”

After that was settled they continued. Tokito was no longer tickled. She got used to it and it started to feel nice. She kept on holding her breath as his fingertips traced her collarbone, her shoulders and her sides to where the scars of their battle were. He was so gentle she thought to herself. She’d known that somehow, ever since he held her face during the fight. His hands were calloused from battle, yet that felt great. She knew there was more than this, she wanted to feel more even though she wasn’t sure if she was entirely ready for it.

Acting on that feeling she pressed her half naked upper body against his. Both of them gasped for breath as their skin touched. He kissed her lightly several times, flicking his tongue against her lips.

She relaxed slowly but steadily and he found he calmed down a bit too. It was time to move on and he had a feeling how to. With gentle nudges he let her know what he was about to do and flung her underneath him on the futon.

Akira used his weight to keep her pinned beneath him. His lips brushed against hers while his hands crept over her body. She tensed underneath his questing fingers. Why, he wondered. She wasn’t fully grown yet, but still...

“Tokito,” he whispered after he broke their kiss. “You’re beautiful.”

Her eyes sparkled suddenly, her mouth turning into a smile. She crushed their mouths together in a claiming kiss. Her tongue asked for entrance and he gladly gave way to her. Tears leaked out of her eyes, but they were tears of joy instead of sorrow. Akira smiled as he used the opportunity to cup her breast. She sucked in her breath, whimpering softly.

“Akira... What are you doing?”

“...”

He didn’t feel like answering. It was a silly question. What did it look like he was doing? Instead he continued to feel her. It was surprising how soft her skin was there. Carefully he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. His breathing was quickening as he did this.

WHACK.

Tokito leaned on her elbows as she raised her torso. Her eyes narrowed. Akira rubbed his cheek. “What was the hell was that for?”

She gave him a deathglare. “I asked you a question.”

He sighed as he brought his face close to hers to dive in and silence her with a kiss. If it was gonna be like this he’d have to keep on kissing her to shut her up while he felt her. Maybe the futon wasn’t such a good idea. It was the most proper place for the activity they were engaging in, but Tokito wasn’t just any girl.

She gasped as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. Everything she wanted to say was banished from her mind. She barely noticed that he was moving them away from the futon to the wall. Her hands were pinned above her head, kept there by one of his.

Once more she gasped as she felt his entire body against her. Something hard pressed against her leg. A blush appeared on her cheeks as red as strawberries. Even though she wasn’t experienced she knew what it was. When she moaned into his mouth she found he began kissing her more passionately.

His free hand returned to caressing her breast and brushing her nipple. A smirk appeared on his face as he felt it harden underneath his touches. She tore her mouth away from his, gasping for breath and unknowingly arching into his hand to give him more access.

It caused him to groan as he buried his mouth into her neck, licking gently at the hickey he left there earlier. Then he tended the other breast.
“Hmm, Akira...”

Her moans gave him more courage to continue. He placed light kisses over her flesh, from her neck and shoulder down to her breasts. It was getting harder for him to keep Tokito in her place. She was straining towards him, trying to free herself from his grasp.

“A.. Akira! Please...”

Breath ecaped her longs as she felt Akira’s warm and wet tongue on the skin of her breasts. Her knees were getting weak and her body was not really cooperating with Akira’s hand as it clumsily tried to undo the rest of her clothing. She wasn’t sure but she thought she could hear him moan as he licked and suckled softly on her nipples.

The blond Samurai growled in frustration as he tugged at her clothing. Why was it such hell to get them off? What had she done with them? He’d worn clothing like that when he was 12. So why did he have a hard time getting them off? This was ridiculous.

When he heard her moan his name he brought his face back up to level with hers. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face. Her cheeks were flushed and she rolled her head, looking at him with passionlid eyes. That sight was too much for him. His heart lurched inside his chest.

Never could he have imagined that the foulmouthed girl could look so lovely like this.

~****~

“What are they doing?”

“Sssh. I can’t hear a thing.”

“Ouch, that’s my elbow.”

“Stop pushing!”

Marian, Lilian, Yurian, Erian and Kyrian all leaned against the door to Tokito’s chambers. They pushed against each other, trying to get a good spot and trying to hear what was going on inside Tokito’s room. They had all seen Tokito dragging Akira this way while she was kissing him. It had been such a funny sight and now they wanted to know what they were doing.

“What are you doing?”

“Eeks!!”

The quintuplets turned around quickly when they heard that voice. Dumbfounded grins appeared on their faces when they saw their third oldest brother standing in front of them.

Anthony played carelessly with a few needles while he still kept one eye on his siblings. “Hmm?”

Yurian lowered his eyelids. “We were... eh... we were just...”

“Eh... waiting for Tokito,” Lilian quickly finished.

Anthony looked at his siblings one by one. “Rather looks like you’re trying to spy on her.”

They protested loudly. “But she and Akira are....”

“Going to be left alone. You acting like this shows you’re obviously still too young for this stuff.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Awww man...” Disappointed the quintuplets walked off back to their own rooms.

Anthony still stood there until his brothers and sisters were out of sight. He looked at Tokito’s door for a moment. The expression on his face was not quite clear. Then he also walked away.

~****~

Slowly Akira’s free hand roamed Tokito’s flat stomach as he turned his attention to her other breast. She was squirming against him. She felt dizzy in her head and it was becoming quite tiresome to have her hand held so high by the young man in front of her.

The former Taishirou moaned softly and tried to stay cognitive enough. “h-hey, Akira, le-\"

Akira growled in response and stopped suckling on her breast to look up at her.\"Are you uninterested in our current activity and wish to stop and talk all night?\"

She opened her eyes widely at that question. The next moment she moved her legs to kick him and free her hand. “I just want you to let go of my hand, dammit!”

He let go reluctantly. It was rather nice to have her at his mercy where she could do nothing else but endure him. So it surprised him when she actually just wrapped her arms around his neck and buried one hand in his hair.

Their mouths met for another claiming kiss, tongues duelling as they would if they were involved in battle with swords. They were clutching at each other.

Akira slid one of his hands between their bodies, continuing his journey where he left off before Tokito interrupted him. Slowly his hand slid down lower. When she noticed where he was going she suddenly stiffened and tried to keep her legs together. She broke away from their kiss and looked at him with widened eyes.

“W..what the fuck are you doing?”

He nipped lightly at her bottom lip. “I want to touch you ‘there’.”

Her legs were gently pushed apart. Tokito gasped when she felt his hand covering her. She wanted to protest, tell him it was too much and too soon, but she couldn’t get any words across her lips. No one had ever touched her there before. Her nails dug into his shoulder and she bit her bottom lip.

Akira could barely manage to keep his composure as his fingers brushed her curls and moved between her legs. If anyone could have ever told him making love could have such an effect on him he would have laughed. He would have said that such emotions were not known to him at all. He touched her dampness, eliciting a moan from her mouth. She was tense. It was hard for him to slide his finger inside even though she was wet.

Feeling her around his finger was almost his undoing. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on without feeling himself inside of her.

“Tokito...”

Tokito blinked when she saw the expression on his face. His face was as flushed as hers. Judging by the way he bit on his lips he was struggling to keep control. She gasped loudly when he hiked her legs up around his waist. She hadn’t even noticed he drew his finger back. His hardness, still covered by the hakama, pressed against her. The young girl froze, if only for a moment. It was all going so fast. She buried her face into his neck and waited for him to undo his remaining clothes.

Akira’s hands trembled as he unfastened his hakama and underwear. As soon as they were out of the way he made sure Tokito was steady against the wall and positioned himself in front of her entrance. He wasn’t sure how to go on. Should he do it quickly or slowly? Carefully he slid himself inside of her. He bit his lip. She was so tight and wet around him. Could he ever have imagined it would feel like this? All of the sensations blurred his mind, causing him to bury his face into her neck.

She froze when a stinging pain shot through her lower body. Her eyes widened before being squeezed shut. A painful scream came forth from her mouth as she scratched him.

Whack!

“That hurts!!”

Akira frowned as he once again could rub a red spot on his face. He could hear the pain and anger in her voice. It cost him all his concentration to stay still so she could adjust to him. “That wasn’t my intention.”

What could he do to ease her pain? He had no idea, except for maybe...

Gently he placed his mouth over hers again. He licked her bottom lip and then kissed her fully. At first she didn’t respond, even tried to bite his lips to get back at him for hurting her. But after a while her lips softened and she hesitantly returned the affection he showed her.

Her body softened against his. Then he knew he could continue. He shifted his hips carefully and listened to Tokito’s breathing and whatever noises she was making to find out if he hurt her again. That was not so. He groaned deep in his throat as he set up a pace.

He drew his hips back and forth with long slow strokes. She wouldn’t be able to handle his full need, not yet. He knew that much. Yet he could not help to go faster and harder. Tokito released short cries as she arched into him and tilted her head to the side.

The young samurai groaned deeply. Having her like this was too much. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to last. But at this rate it couldn’t be long. He buried his face into her neck again as he felt her clutching him to her with her entire body. He groaned her name against her neck as his release came over him...