Fate

Tokiya: "I want you so much for some unknown fucking reason and I’m not liking it one bit."
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Fuuko didn’t understand.

It was bad enough that they suddenly had to switch hotels due to that registration mishap, but did it have to be somewhere far enough to travel for a day? She could understand one or two hours’ worth of travel time, but to sit in a bus for twenty-four hours was intolerable.

Of course, there was something else more intolerable, and that was the man sitting right beside her, dozing off.

She was glad Tokiya had decided to sleep most of the time during the bus ride. He pretty much hadn’t spoken a word to her since that fateful day in the hotel spa shower room, and Fuuko was glad for the silence, because she couldn’t find anything to say to him, either. She still couldn’t understand it herself, why she’d let him do what he’d done, and why he even did what he did. To see the fiery lust burning in his eyes at her was a fearsome thing; it was a black hole she didn’t want to plunge into. Tokiya was definitely off-limits. She figured he probably was just tired.

It was a relief to get away from him for a few days, but then they just had to switch hotels, and everyone just had to seat them both together. Domon’s girlfriend, Sayuri, had met up with them yesterday as promised, and now, she was sleeping comfortably in Domon’s arms across the aisle from Fuuko. Recca was snoring loud enough to wake the dead two seats behind her, but Yanagi was snuggled against him, her lips in a smile, sleeping like a child. She was probably used to Hanabishi’s pathetic attempt to imitate a gorilla in pain.

And here Fuuko was, stuck with the Hyomon Ken master, who had either stared out the window the whole day, or had slept soundly to avoid conversation. Everyone in the bus was drifting off to sleep; it was past midnight and the low humming of the bus’ air-conditioning was making the atmosphere too comfortable. Fuuko gazed out the window past Tokiya, and saw nothing but darkness. Even the streetlights that appeared from time to time were dimmed and lonely, like they were mourning their lack of sleep and warning travelers to snooze while they could. Fuuko herself had been drowsy for hours, but she couldn’t find it in her to completely fall asleep. She didn’t know why, but the feeling of Tokiya sleeping beside her was keeping her awake more than anything.

Slowly, her gaze studied his sleeping form. He was leaning against the window, his head lolling softly from side to side to the bus’ movements. Long lashes rested on perfectly smooth yet masculine cheeks, strands of stray silver hair were cascading down his face, his neck. His full, wet lips were slightly open, giving a silent invitation for a sweet kiss. Fuuko’s eyes traveled downward, to his disheveled collar grazing his neck, the buttons of his shirt opened at the top, giving her a peek at his hard pecs, which were heaving slowly up and down at his soft breathing. Down, down her eyes went, until they rested on the bulge in his crotch, covered by his black pants. All at once, the memory of how he’d raised their intimacy level back at the shower room came back to her, and she felt herself tingle at how he’d pleasured her like no one had ever done so before. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted to feel the heat, the shallow breathing, the physical closeness, the passion, the sweat, the sexual tension. She’d had a lot of boyfriends in the past, but no one had ever made her feel the way Tokiya did.

She scolded herself mentally for even regarding her friend in that manner, but she could not hold back her lust and longing for him. She knew better than to crave for physical bliss with the so-called woman-magnet; she didn’t want to sink as low as to long for a one-night stand with him. But his sexuality...oh, his sexuality…it was oozing out from him even as he slept, tempting her, inviting her, drawing her in.

Unknowingly, Fuuko’s fingers started to crawl their way towards him, landing softly on his lap, afraid to rouse him from slumber. Feeling his muscles underneath the fabric, Fuuko recalled how she’d teased him at the hotel bar. She hadn’t really given it much thought, but Tokiya had been wonderful to touch and feel…and he still was. Her fingers slowly worked themselves up towards the center of his lap, and when she reached his warm crotch, she forgot that she was in a public bus and that Tokiya might wake up any minute at what she was doing. Feeling magnetized, she gingerly tugged at his zipper, her eyes widening as his dark blue boxers came into view. She bit her lip. His bulge was more evident now than ever.

An intense feeling of heat surged through her body, electrifying her, jolting her alive. She wanted to touch him…she wanted to feel him. Without even glancing up to see if he’d awakened, her hand dove inside his boxers and found in her delight that she’d just penetrated the last of his defenses. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her fingers closed in on him, finding the feel of him in her hand simply…incredible. She started making herself comfortable, moving her fingers around him and squeezing from time to time, trying to find out how best she liked to handle him. She noticed that his staff was coming alive at her touch, and when she began to pump her hand up and down his length, her passions rising, she heard him blow out a low moan. This was when her eyes flickered up to his face, which was still as peaceful as ever. She began to pump him harder, and she noticed his chest heaving faster with the handjob she was giving him.

He was swelling, and by his small squirms, she could tell she was giving him a damn good dream. Instantly, when he breathed out another groan, she lowered her face to his arousal, closed her eyes, and licked his glistening tip with a flick of her wet tongue. She heard him groan a bit louder this time, and she took this as a cue to shove his whole length into her mouth.

His taste inside her was exquisite. She could not believe that something could be so pleasurable…something that wasn’t even being done to her. His scent, his warmth, his throbbing…everything was perfect. She twirled her tongue around him, all over him, tracing every vein with her tongue tip. She wanted him…so badly…and she found her licks weren’t enough. She began to suck at him, moving her head up and down, her hand working with her, cupping him and stroking whatever wasn’t in her mouth. She groaned in delight herself at how incredible he was pulsating inside her mouth, and when she picked up her pace, she heard him start to pant. His lap started squirming more violently, and Fuuko quickened her pace even more. Finally, when she felt her lips burn at her pace, he gave a sudden jerk and Fuuko moaned in appreciation at the way his juices gushed fast inside her mouth. She eagerly swallowed him, seeming not to get enough of his manly essence. Even then she pumped him, sucked him, blew him; she wanted everything; she wanted him drained.

She heard him give a final groan, and then his member felt limp and wasted in her mouth. This was when she withdrew, licking her lips heartily, sucking at her fingers to relish his last drops. She immediately licked him clean and re-clothed him, her hungry eyes traveling up to his face again. Beads of sweat were illuminating his godly face, and his flushed cheeks were giving him a sexual afterglow in his sleep. It was all Fuuko could do to have sex with him right there.

For now, of course, sucking him would have to do. She sighed in content and snuggled back comfortably into her own seat, this time succumbing to how sleep was dragging her eyelids down to a close.

Little did she know that the man she’d just pleasured was awake all along.


***
“Wow!!!” Yanagi’s mouth gaped open as she and Fuuko stepped into their new hotel room. The walls were encased in shining dark green marble, the floor wrapped in rich carpeted glory, the queen sized bed draped in soft silk covers and the whole atmosphere drenched in exquisite potpourri. They never expected the hotel to go this far in apologizing for their registration mistake.

“This is the life,” Fuuko grinned and both of them dropped their suitcases to the floor, stepping farther into the room with Recca and Tokiya behind them. Recca was grinning wildly, and he took Yanagi’s hand and pulled her out the room.

“Wait ‘til you see my room, hime!!!” He was already halfway out the door, dragging a giggling Yanagi who had given Fuuko a “be right back” smile before she left and closed the door behind her.

All the grandeur of the room, of course, faded away as Fuuko swallowed heavily and felt Tokiya’s eyes looking in scrutiny at her. Despite her awkwardness at what transpired between them at the shower room, she wanted nothing more than to have both of them writhing naked in that queen-sized bed, especially since she wanted more of what she’d just sucked a while back in the bus. Not that Tokiya knew about it, but she still wanted it anyway. Of course, he probably didn’t feel the same way.

She turned to him and gave an awkward smile. “Er…”

His expression remained the same. “I’ll just help you unpack and I’ll be off.”

That was the first time he’d spoken to her since the shower room incident. Fuuko decided to take what she had and she just smiled. “Okay then,” she dragged a suitcase across the room towards the bed, and she flopped on it, bouncing gleefully. “God! This mattress is amazing…I can so get used to bouncing on this.”

She noticed then that Tokiya stopped unloading her things from her other bag and was now staring at her wiggling on the bed, and she realized how loaded her statement was. She blushed and jumped out, this time heading absently to the minibar. “They even have a fine collection of wine here…We really should have registration flaws more often.”

Tokiya didn’t respond, and Fuuko couldn’t think of any other small talk to say. She then started to climb up the counter, keeping busy so that she wouldn’t have to say anything, reaching for the top shelf where the key to the minibar was placed. She was too distracted with her awkward thoughts about Tokiya and wanting him to repay her for what she’d given him at the bus, when she didn’t realize how her footing had slipped. She gave out a yelp and she shut her eyes, ready for the fall, when what she heard instead was Tokiya cursing out loud and rushing to her side.

She opened her eyes to see herself in his arms, and he was seating her on top of the counter, his eyes glaring. “What the hell, Fuuko?”

Her face burned even more and she bit her lip, looking down. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of him, and now she’d gone and done what she’d been trying to prevent. She shifted over the length of the counter. The silence stretched on, and she was hoping he’d just go away and leave her alone.

That wasn’t what she really wanted, but to hell with it.

Tokiya found his eyes locking on to the hem of her skirt, and noticed how she was straddling the counter unbeknownst to her conscious thoughts. He couldn’t believe at how ridiculous fate was being, to come to this extent and attempt to bring them even closer to sex. He almost wanted to laugh out loud at the registration mistake, the twenty-four hour travel with Fuuko by his side, the sensuous room that had been left for them both while Yanagi was away with Recca, Fuuko’s sudden interest to go climbing, him being compelled to rescue her, and now her erotic position on the counter, her skirt riding up yet again. It was annoying that everything seemed to be telling them to just go and do it, no matter how hard he wanted to try not to.

Her little experiments on him earlier in the bus that night didn’t help at all, either.

And now, the look in her big eyes was telling him of a hidden desire…an agenda…a plea that she wanted him to repay her for what she’d done for him.

He had enough sense not to do that, of course. That was for sure. The issue wasn’t in his senses, but was in his urges, and he knew that was dangerous territory.

He couldn’t understand her, though. Back in the shower room, she’d obviously made it clear to him where her borders lay, and that she wouldn’t cross them with him. She obviously didn’t want their so-called friendship to go any further, and he respected that; that was why he’d tried to avoid her as much as he could for the past days.

But then she just had to give him that blowjob back at the bus…

And now, her eyes…

What the hell did Fuuko Kirisawa really want from him?

Tokiya clenched his fist and saw her shift again, her skirt hiking up even farther. She cleared her throat and edged closer to him, looking like there was something she wanted to say, and then hesitated. Fortunately for her, Tokiya knew exactly what was on her mind.

“Listen, Mi-chan,” Fuuko began, flustered. She wanted him to leave, and she wanted him to leave now. She’d made her decision. Having him around was too much for her, and she wanted to chuck her desires out the window once and for all. The problem was, he was looking at her differently again, and god knew she wanted him to look at her that way, all day, every day. His look reduced her to nothing more than a sexual toy, and she should have been offended, but she loved it. God, she loved it. And that was a thought she didn’t want to entertain. “I think you should just…er…”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Fuuko?”

His words struck her to silence, and she found herself worrying that he’d seen right through her, or worse, he’d found out what she’d done to him on the bus. Her face flushed, she averted her gaze towards the door. “W-What are you—“

“Is there something else you want me to do?”

This time, Fuuko felt the throbbing between her legs grow even stronger, and she knew he somehow found out. Yes, there was something she wanted him to do. Badly. She wanted it so much she didn’t know if she could hold it in. But it just wasn’t right, and she wouldn’t let her loins get the better of her…no, not again.

It was too bad she always lost.

Instinctively, she found her hand reaching out for his, and then placed it on her spread inner thigh, his touch sending shivers straight to her throbbing core. “Yes,” she heard herself breathe out, “there is something.”

She didn’t have to specify what it was, because she saw his eyes glaze over and soon, both his warm hands were caressing her thighs, reaching up to push her panties to the side. She was wet, extremely wet. She’d been aroused since she’d sucked him on the bus. His fingers played around with her clit for a while, until he lowered his head between her legs, and she twirled her fingers into his silver tresses. She knew this would happen; hell, she wanted it to happen. So freakin’ badly. She felt her anticipation building up as Tokiya inhaled her feminine scent, and the moment his tongue flicked over her clit, she bucked her hips and moaned, closing her eyes in delight. Tokiya wasted no time in eating her pussy, and soon, she was sweating on the counter, arching her back as he sucked and nipped at her swollen spot with teasing yet ravenous movements.

Tokiya closed his eyes and wound his playful tongue around her swelling clit, enjoying the sound of Fuuko’s shallow breaths of pleasure and her whines that made her so delicious to him. He sucked on her slowly, savoring her essence, her taste, her womanhood. He moaned when Fuuko unknowingly spread her legs even wider and tucked his head between them even more, and he rewarded her by nibbling her clit softly between long licks until she shivered and pleaded for more.

“Mi-chan…yes…” she purred throatily, and he eagerly pushed a finger into her silky hole. She squirmed her delight and he plunged two more fingers, making sure she was ready to offer him what he wanted to eat. When Fuuko cried out his name again in a needy tone, he decided that it was time. He thrust his tongue past her nether lips and into her velvety hole.

“Oh god…!!!” Fuuko pulled her legs together and brought his head closer to her, her mind spinning, dizzy with desire. He was incredibly good…and she’d never felt more pleasured in her entire life. He started wiggling his tongue inside her, tasting her, eating her, devouring her. She panted out his name in shallow breaths, and with her every moan, he seemed to pick up his pace. She could feel him expertly lick every part of her inner skin, taste every contour of her velvety folds, and lap at every secretion she made for him. Where the devil did he learn to pleasure a woman so? It was a pity she’d never had to enjoy his tongue this much before…why had she held back pouncing on him all these years? She bucked her hips and her throaty moan echoed throughout the hotel room, the air smelling of their mixing sweat. Soon, she was lying on her sweaty back on the marble counter, her legs spread wide and high up in the air as he continued to penetrate her. It wasn’t long before she screamed his name and came furiously, him drinking up every last feminine drop.

She hadn’t even stopped convulsing yet when he climbed on the counter on top of her, tearing off all the buttons on her blouse with continuous popping sounds. She was panting so much and was still recovering from him eating her that she didn’t realize how he had successfully rid her of her bra and his mouth, still wet with her sticky juices, had come in contact with her heaving breast. She moaned again when her nipple burst into life as he sucked at her, and her hands found their way to his behind. She forcefully pulled him down so that he groaned when his bulge grinded her dripping vagina. He began to suck her faster, but when they heard the counter give a small creak with their weight, Fuuko snapped herself back to reality.

“Wait,” she breathed out between pants, mustering all the strength and self-control she had. “Mi-chan…” As her thoughts began to register and her rationality began to prevail, her pleas grew stronger with each passing second, until she found the strength to gently push his head off her bosom. “Tokiya, stop—“

And it took exactly this moment for their three friends to burst in.

It all happened so fast. One moment, Fuuko was whispering, “stop”, and the next thing she knew was that Tokiya was flying across the room with a loud smack. Domon had just landed a big one on his face, and Tokiya was now leaning back against the refrigerator, wiping the blood trickling from his lips. Fuuko yelled, “No!” when Tokiya, enraged, charged for Domon, but soon, another sound filled the room and the sudden change in temperature made her realize that in one swift motion, Recca had stepped in front of Domon with Saiha drawn. She didn’t even notice that Tokiya had drawn his Ensui as well, and the two rivals were now duking it out right in the middle of the room.

“Stop it!!!” Fuuko screamed, hopping down from the counter. The guys didn’t seem to hear her, and they continued to leap around and hit each other, two against one. “Stop it right now!!!” Recca had successfully gashed Tokiya’s right arm, but a rain of icicles suddenly fell from behind him and he barely escaped with a few scratches. Domon came up from behind Tokiya but he leaped out of reach and plunged his Ensui down the floor, ready to summon his Mizu Hebi while Recca called forth Madoka across from him. It was all Fuuko could take.

“I SAID STOP IT!!!”

All at once, the three men were thrown back against the walls of the room with a fearsomely strong gust of wind, and the room quieted down. Everyone was panting, Recca and Domon glaring at Tokiya and him glaring back just as much, Fuuko standing naked in the middle of everyone with her arm raised, and Yanagi looking worriedly at them all by the door. When the silence sank in, Yanagi said, “I thought everyone agreed not to use their madougous anymore?”

“Everyone leave,” Fuuko said sternly, not minding her nudity as she stared at Recca and Domon fiercely. “I need to talk with Mi-chan alone.”

Domon straightened up and wagged a fist at Tokiya, who shortened his blade into its handle and tucked it back inside his pocket. Recca followed Domon out the door, but not without issuing a warning. “Once I find out that you laid a hand on Fuuko again—“

“Fuck off, Hanabishi,” Tokiya growled, and Recca almost lunged for him again, had Yanagi not tugged him away. The door shut closed with a thud, and Fuuko turned to a fuming Tokiya. “Mi-chan—“

“Save it, Fuuko,” he snapped, making her cringe. “You have more unpacking to do. Good night.” And he began to leave.

This infuriated her more than she expected. Frowning, she reached out and tugged at his arm. “What the hell do you mean, ‘save it’? Aren’t we going to talk about this…whatever the hell it is between us?”

Tokiya turned around and she flinched at the intensity of his glare. “Talk about what, Fuuko? How you keep giving me these mixed sexual signals to drive me crazy? You know I want you, Fuuko. I want you so much for some unknown fucking reason and I’m not liking it one bit. I don’t appreciate you running me around, wanting me to pleasure you one moment and then shoving me off the next. If this is some big game for you and you want me to chase you but not have you, then I want no part of it.” He jerked his arm away from her hold. “Good night.”

Fuuko stared after him in shock as he left and shut the door with a loud smack. She didn’t even notice what he’d just said until it all sank in and she realized he was right. Where did she get off, playing him around? She really was hard to read. She’d teased him at the hotel bar. She’d succumbed to him at the showers and then suddenly stopped. She’d given him that blowjob and asked him to pleasure her as much, then in an instant, she was pushing him off again. She’d even purposely given him an enticing peek at her wet underwear that night he came to give her ring back, positioning herself suggestively on her bed.

God, what the hell did she really want from him?

She looked around at the mess the three boys had made in her room, and then her eyes fell on the counter, where there was a wet spot where Tokiya had eaten her.

She groaned and grabbed her clothes. She knew what she had to do.


***
Damn.

Tokiya took a careless gulp from his shot of whiskey at the bar, frowning at the bitter aftertaste. He set his glass down and nodded to the bartender for another round, just as a young lady with strawberry blond hair approached him by the counter.

“Hey handsome,” she purred, her voice low and throaty. “You look lonely. Want some company tonight?”

Tokiya almost laughed out loud at the sleazy pickup line. He didn’t know if he should be flattered or offended. He looked at the lady out of the corner of his eye, studying her. Her face was heavily covered in make-up and her mini-skirt was just long enough to cover her crotch. Her plain white blouse had buttons opened right where her cleavage was, and he could tell from the two dots protruding from her chest that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was giving him a sly smile, swaying her hips suggestively to the bar’s music. She couldn’t be more than twenty.

He paid her no attention, but instead took another gulp from his glass. The lady seemed to like being ignored. “Whatever your worries are, honey, I can take them all away. Forget her. I’m all yours.”

At this, Tokiya put his glass down and blinked, letting the voluptuous lady’s words sink in. Damn Fuuko and her sexual ministrations. Why couldn’t he get her off his mind, even after what just happened? Fuuko was obviously just running him around like a fool, a sex toy, a little love slave she liked to pounce on whenever she felt like it. It should be offending him, but somehow, he liked the thought of having sex with Fuuko even more. He hadn’t even gone all the way with her yet, and here he was, craving for her with every waking hour of this damned life.

He was snapped out of his reverie when the lady slipped a sensuous hand on his right lap, stroking him until her hand reached the warm part it shouldn’t be touching. An immediate hard-on came to him, not because of what the lady was doing, but because of the idea of Fuuko wanting to have him as much as he wanted her.

Unfortunately, the lady seemed to think she’d succeeded in taking Tokiya as her prize tonight. She eagerly squeezed his crotch and pounced on him.

This was the last straw.

Tokiya grabbed her wrists and angrily pinned her against the counter, glaring at her. The lady grew even more aroused; his roughness obviously excited her.

“Oh, yes!!!” she moaned out loud, licking her lips hungrily at Tokiya. He, however, gritted his teeth and spat out, “Look, lady. I’m not here to play house with you. So fuck off and go back to college, because there’s only one woman I want.” He briskly let go of her wrists and stormed out of the bar, seething with rage at the lady, and mostly at himself.

He couldn’t believe he just admitted his desire for Fuuko, even if he knew what he wanted would never happen.

Damn.