On The 60th Day

“Breath Yuya,” his head dropped to her shoulder, his breath a caress against her ear.

“Breath,”

Their voices…two distinct sounds both so familiar, and yet so different…

But the air wouldn’t return to her lungs.

Yuya gasped and sputtered but to no avail. Her lungs simply refused to draw in a breath.

I think I might choke to death right here…or pass out…

Her vision swam once more as her suddenly free hand wound itself around him grasping the silk of his kimono.

Her head was lifted away from the floorboards cradled in his right hand.

“Breath Yuya,”

I cannot… Her body simply would not respond. Perhaps this is it? Her mind fluttered in a new wave of panic.

“No Yuya. No. Breathe.”

That voice, those voices…air…Where did the air go…?

Her whole body seemed to be on fire now, trembling, seizing with pain. Her hand clutched rhythmically at his back begging for help.

And then there was air.

It filled her lungs, rushing through her mouth. Air that tasted faintly of sake and something completely foreign to all the air she had ever breathed before.

She couldn’t place it as the breath drew away before returning once more, stronger in her lungs as the ache began to fade from her limbs and chest.

Her senses slowly began to return despite the buzzing that still seemed to fog her brain, snapping the world harshly into focus.

The wooden floor,

The slide of Silk beneath her fingers,

Kyo’s body against her own,

Hard muscles pressed against soft curves,

No! Not Kyo, Kyo and Kyoshiro!

His finger’s death grip softened against her left wrist.

The fingers of his right hand wound tightly through her hair as his lips pressed against her mouth breathing air into her lungs once more.

I think I may have just died…

She had barely begun to ponder this thought when his touch changed.

It wasn’t just air, no. Now it was tongues and teeth and his hands hauling her up against him.

Kyo is kissing me! Or is it Kyoshiro?

She was so confused, and lost and just when she was certain she might pass out again there was air filling her lungs once more.

“Forgive me Yuya,” his voice was low hissed close to her ear, it tickled the hairs against her neck. “But I would rather you hate me, and him, and live then….” He did not finish, voice trailing off as he buried his face against her neck inhaling deep against her skin, steeling himself almost...

Kyo, that was just Kyo’s voice now…

“I do not know how much time we have,”
His fingers suddenly gripped the edges of her kimono ripping it open.

“KYO!!” Yuya felt herself flush to her hairline. She pushed against his chest with her hands. “What do you think your doing??!”

“I could come up with no other way,” his hands once again trapped her wrists above her head. “Please, Don’t Fight Me.”

Yuya stopped her struggle. His eyes were almost completely red. The right one which had turned blue was now ringed with a definite fiery hue.

But it was not his eyes that stopped her, it was his voice. Kyo’s once more separate from Kyoshiro’s. It was the pleading underneath it. Wound tight in every syllable.

He was begging her to trust him the only way he knew how. With a type of brute force and arrogance that was completely him.

His eyes slipped shut, “I must concentrate.”

Yuya found herself nodding her head though she couldn’t even begin to understand what the hell was happening to the two swordsmen above her.

“You must relax,”

Yuya felt that was easier said then done but nodded her head once more in silent agreement.

She was certainly willing to try; Kyo had never intentionally harmed her before. In fact he had saved her life on more then one occasion; went out of his way even to help her. Never mind that he played the scoundrel and irritating asshole afterwards.

Even if this did seem far more direct then ever before Yuya had nothing left to do but trust him, she had never gone wrong in doing so.

She felt Kyo’s hand brush against her side pulling down the shoulder of her kimono. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip as she tried very hard to relax. This was just all so weird.

“What is it now?” Again some of the snap and irritation she’d expect from Kyo’s voice.

“How……I mean….what,” her voice faltered as his hands brushed inside her kimono once more. This time sending goosebumps across her skin where his fingers brushed and a gasp from her lips.

How do I know you’re not just being a pervert? How do I know you’re not just taking advantage of the last night I have?

Kyo’s blood red eyes once more bore into her own, there was a quirk to his lips, “and if I am?”

Any response she would have made was instantly lost beneath his mouth.

His teeth skimmed over her bottom lip nipping gently electing a gasp from her. Kyo deepened the kiss, sending his tongue to sooth her abused lip, before dancing with her own.

His hands carved paths of fire, they tingling down her limbs, pierced through her with every touch, every caress of finger, every breath of air against her inflamed skin. And little by little she unwound in his arms; until she couldn’t stop her own fingers as they wound in the neck of his kimono sliding it from his shoulders to his waist.

“If this is to be the last night of my life, let it end with this…”

“Hn, you were never my type,”

His teeth slid down her neck nipping harshly before soothing the sting with his tongue. His body pinning hers firmly to the floor beneath his. The thick buldge of his arousal pressed against her body. A hiss escaped his teeth as her fingers brushed against him.
Yuya brought her teeth to his ear, yanking his head back to fix him with her sea blue eyes.

“Lair,”

His mouth dipped to her chest as one finger slide down through the center of her bindings pulling the already loosened material away.

Yuya gasped as his mouth descended on her breast, pulling her farther from herself, she felt her back arch to give him better access; her hands wound through his hair once more as her breath shortened to quick pants.

Lightening seemed to shoot down her spine with each whirl of his tongue; each scrape of teeth sent fire to her very core, the fire seemed centered there.

She felt hot, trapped, enflamed and empowered.

She gasped and arched beneath his touch. Wanting more, needing more, needing this to never end. One of Kyo’s hands found it’s way down her body to her thighs and with very little pressure parted them.

His tongue traced a line down her breast bone to her stomach placing soft open kisses against her ribs that made her stomach flutter and her fingers jump. And then with a scrape of his teeth across her skin he brought his chest down between her open thighs.

Lightening, bolts of pure fire, pleasure, heat raced through her body where his hard muscles met her. Yuya gasped and thrust her body towards him in silent invitation,

“God, do that again,”

With a flash of teeth and another short quick thrust he sent her head spinning once again. The world seemed to tilt and tiny sparks flashed at the corners of her mind. She moaned his name, and didn’t have to ask again.


With each slide of his skin against her heated flesh fire jumped through her veins igniting every part of her body, till she thought she might explode.

As his mouth rejoined the assault against her body she thought she just might.

“Oh, God,” She was on fire, she was going to die, no one could feel this good and live to tell. And then with a single hard thrust, and a flick of his tongue against her breast she did, gasping for air, back arched into his touch. Every nerve in her body seemed to explode in a rainbow of molten heat and pleasure, coursing through her veins as fireworks blinded her to the night sky.

Gasping still she returned to herself moments later feeling heavy, but heightened still, the barest brush of his fingers against her ribs making her jump and squirm. His mouth was suddenly against hers again, breathing air into her lungs, while his tongue warred with her own. His fingers slipped beneath her last binding finding her wet, and swollen with unfulfilled need. He drew back to look at her once more as his fingers slipped inside her folds, beginning a soft gentle thrumming through her entire being.

Yuya’s head fell back eyes shut against this first intrusion, it was not painful, it was just the opposite; each rock and crook of his fingers sent shock waves of pleasure through her core, her body began to thrust against his fingers as a moan escaped her lips. More, it had to be more, it wasn’t enough. She felt empty, her body ached with need, trembled beneath his touch. When his thumb joined his other two at the bundle of nerves between her folds she nearly screamed with pleasure. But the ache….god the ache…it was unbearable… she was so empty….she needed something….

“Please Kyo…” His thumb took another twist against her body and she rocked against him in ecstasy. “please….god….I need….”

He shook his head against her neck where it was cradled. His breath as harsh and ragged as her own. “I cannot,”

“please, I need you…” as she spoke the words she realized their truth, she brought her hands to cup his body. Feeling his own fire through his silk wrappings. “please….”

His teeth bit into her shoulder, as she gasped and arced into yet another assault of his hand on her senses. “Do not ask me for that,”

Yuya’s hands traced his length through it’s trappings squeezing a rasp of her name from his lips. His hands did not still as she worked loose the bindings holding him from her; nor did they halt her slow progress.

Finally he was free against her hand, he was long and hard, thick and heavy, she felt his breath catch again as her fingers traced his length; as her thumb circled the tip.

His motions stilled with her exploration, his breath shallow and ragged against her neck, When she gave a particularly quick pump of her hand from base to tip his hands left her completely to steady himself against the floor giving her just enough leverage to slide beneath him positioning herself just a little differently so that on the next slide of her hands she raised her hips and brought his tip in contact with her aching folds.

A hiss escaped between his teeth, his eyes snapped open to gaze down at her. “Don’t” it was a choke, a last grasp for control in a losing battle, Demon Eyes Kyo, the slayer of a thousand men, was sliding backwards down a slippery slope, losing a battle to the slip of a girl supposedly trapped beneath him.

In apparent fascination Yuya’s eyes dropped to her hand between them repeating her caress, once again rubbing his tip just between her swollen glistening folds.

His breathing turned even harsher if that was possible, a throaty moan escaped as his eyes locked once again on hers.

Scarlet met deep blue, both so dilated with desire they could have been black. “Stop, Yuya,”

“No,” She punctuated her resolve with yet another squeeze and this time arched herself a fraction higher so that the very tip pressed against her entrance between her hot slick folds.

Almost inside her, so close, the torture was nearly unbearable, she felt she might go crazy with him there, just out of reach.

She moaned and pressed against him further sliding him a fraction of an inch, she gasped and tightened her fingers against him, he was large, she could feel the difference between his finger’s penetration and this. But she couldn’t stop herself; it felt so good; so right. This was what she needed; this was the only way to stop the ache that threatened to consume her.

He hadn’t moved to stop her, in fact just the opposite he seemed completely frozen by her actions. Paralyzed above her, a complete captive to her ministrations. But his breath had quickened again, and his eyes once again slipped shut.

Yuya’s hand once again traced his length from base to tip, and rocking her body beneath his she rubbed his head once again against the length of her slick folds before pressing against him again. Moaning as she felt the glorious slide of his flesh against her tight walls, felt his breath catch against her neck, his hands gripping her hips to stop his forward plunge into her waiting depths. Barely farther then before, Yuya thrust her pelvis against his firm grip trying to impale herself further on his hard shaft, she was rewarded with another groan and another inch.

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head, she was seeing stars, he was killing her, all she needed was to have him inside her; pleasure shot through her veins from her center, firing with each tiny thrust she made, each fraction of an inch she gained from him.

Slowly he was loosing the battle. Yuya parted her legs wrapping her calves around his thighs yanking them farther apart to bring him closer; to give him less leverage over her; and with a glorious hiss he slid all the way into her hot channel. Gasping her name, fingers digging into her hip in a bruising grasp.

She couldn’t breath, he felt so good, she felt, tight, stretched; filled to the bursting point, every nerve in her core was singing with pleasure. She was full and slick, and quivering beneath him with every pound of his pulse through his thick member; she could feel him inside of her, bared to the hilt.

His teeth slide across her neck breath puffing against her ear, “Is this what you wanted?”

She rocked her hips against him in answer. And in retaliation he drew back from her slick folds before rocketing back into her.

“Oh, God!” Yuya’s eyes squeeze shut, millions of nerve endings and fireworks exploding behind her eyes with his assault. “God, Do that again,”


She moaned and nearly screamed his name when he did.

His hands found their way beneath her again, on beneath her shoulders the other beneath her pelvis tilting her body up to his continued assault, leaving her open to his body. With each hard quick thrust Yuya felt her body wind tighter and tighter beneath his, her nerves on fire, her muscles clenching against his thick shaft with each deep penetrating invasion.

Without warning his position changed his hands bring her ankles up around his body once again using his hands to hold himself above her he began an even more punishing rhythm that made her scream his name, back arching into his chest, his mouth crashing down to breath air into her lungs as he continued to pump above her.

Now she felt like she really might split in two as she once again felt the world began to spin, the edges of her vision became blurred and fuzzy as she felt a crushing pain in her chest, With a gasp she felt his hands covering her heart.

The air against her skin crackle once more with heat and energy, He cried something as she felt his body explode inside her, white hot heat shot through her body, exploding in her skull swirling with the heat of another spiral of pleasure.

As she rode out the last waves of ecstasy with his body still pounding inside her she felt something behind her ribs give a panicked last twist, and then all the world faded to black.