Intoxicated Love

Title: Intoxicated Love
Author: Sarit (loki at seiryuuheaven dot net)
Series: Matantei Loki Ragnarok
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU/Continuation; PWP. The only real warnings for this one is alcohol intoxication and sex ;)
Spoilers: End of the manga series
Note: This fic falls under the ‘universe’ that I am creating for a new fic series. I haven’t posted the other yet, but this can stand alone as a oneshot.


Dark clouds loomed over the city of Tokyo. A typhoon had been reported, heading towards the mainland of Japan. The people of Tokyo went about their business as usual, never paying any mind to the horrible storm that was about to descend upon them. It was, after all, normal weather in the Pacific.

Two figures stumbled through the streets, ignoring the fact that the rain poured down upon them fiercely. Lighting struck and the two figures laughed, stumbling along. Both were drenched and neither seemed to care. They passed a shrine, the female of the pair hesitating at the entrance.

“Something wrong, Mayu-chan?” The male of the two queried, his arms wrapped around her waist, his breathe brushing against her ear.

The girl shivered, but not from the cold. “Papa will be very angry with me for coming home so late.”

“Well, he doesn’t have to know.” Her companion winked at her. “The mansion isn’t far from here. You can call him and just say you got caught in the storm.”

She bit her lip, then giggled and nodded. The pair continued their way down the street, eventually coming to a large mansion. The lights were out, all occupants within asleep. Pushing open the gates, the two giggled, stumbling through. The young man pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, pushing it inside. “We’re home!”
oki-oki-san! Shhh!! You’ll wake Yamino-san!” she protested, giving him a stern look, which didn’t go over well since she all but fell on her face when coming in. She giggled, feeling the affects of the alcohol flood her system.

The two had gone out to celebrate their first successful case together. It had been a few months since she’d joined the Enjaku Detective Agency. She enjoyed the work immensely, loving the chance to investigate new mysteries almost on a daily basis.

Their latest case had been quite unusual. A woman that was murdered had come back, or so it had seemed. It had taken them a month or more to get to the bottom of it, and when they had, the woman’s husband had paid them handsomely. It had been the first time Mayura had ever been paid to investigate a mystery, and she found she rather liked that idea.

Her companion, Loki, had seemed unperturbed by the thought and had given her all the money. He claimed he didn’t need it, that he did this work only for the joy of it, not for the money.

She’d given the money to her father, who had asked her where she’d gotten it. She’d told him and he’d been in shock. He hadn’t realized that her love of mysteries could pay so well! Nevertheless, he’d only taken a little, insisting that she place the rest in a bank account in her name.

So she had opened an account, but kept some of it out. She’d suggested to Loki that they go out andebraebrate their first case together and he’d readily agree. Saying good night to Yamino, they had departed, walking to downtown.

They’d gone to a couple dance clubs and Mayura had the arduous task of trying to teach Loki how to dance. The night had gone on, and Loki had convinced her to have some toasts with him. It had been the first time that she’d had any alcohol, and it had gone straight to her head. Strangely, it didn’t seem to affect Loki, or at least not as much as it affected her.

The pair made their way up the stairs, Mayura hanging onto Loki so she wouldn’t trip and break her neck. She giggled and he shook his head with a grin. She wasn’t doing too well, though she was incredibly cute like this.

Leading her into his bedroom, he held out a finger. “I’ll see about getting you something to wear for the night.”

“Okay.” Mayura swayed on her feet, humming to herself as she moved back and forth on her feet.

Rummaging around in one of his dressers, Loki pulled out a pair of pajamas.

Mayura giggled, cooing at the purple color. She took the top from the pile he handed her, holding it up. “It’s so cute!!” Giggling, she took the shirt, ignoring the pants. Placing the top on the back of a chair, she unbuttoned her dress, slipping out of it.

Loki arched an eyebrow, though he didn’t turn around like he probably should. He watched her get undressed, though she seemed to not even notice him watching.

The dress she’d worn had been long black silk, glittery sparkles all over the material. It slipped off and Loki got his first glimpse of her. Her pink hair flowed around her, her white skin glinting in the soft light. His eyes narrowed in desire, but he quickly masked it. She was incredibly beautiful. A sly smirk fell over his features and he turned his back.

He slipped his jacket off and his tie while she got dressed. He sat on the bed, getting comfortable. Arching an eyebrow, he couldn’t help but laugh.

She’s scooted up from the foot of the bed and fell face first into a pillow, snoring blissfully. He watched her, appreciating the way she laid out on the bed, a great deal of leg exposed. Very lovely indeed.

***

Mayura yawned, opening her eyes. She felt very comfortable for some reason. Looking around, she noticed that she wasn’t alone. “Loki-san?”

“I see you’re awake now.” Loki sat against the headboard of the bed, still clad in his shirt and pants from the evening out. He flipped a page of the book he’d been reading before looking over at her. “I don’t really think alcohol suits you, Mayu-chan.”

She flushed, and then whimpered slightly in pain. Her head hurt so bad! It was killing her!

“Mayu-chan?” Loki looked over at her in concern. She probably had no idea just how erotic she looked, lying there, spread out so…invitingly.

“My head…it hurts.” Mayura moaned, clutching her head while sitting up. “I think I drank too much.”

Loki snickered, arching an eyebrow upwards. “You think so?”

“Don’t make fun, Loki-san.” Mayura pouted, and then moaned in pain again.

“Hurts?” Loki asked, seeing an opportunity. He wouldn’t hurt her, would never hurt her. But watching her sleep and not being able to touch her had been almost more than he could stand. He could kill two birds with one stone, as the saying went.

Nodding, Mayura moaned again, curling up into a little ball. “I’m going to die…”

“You’re not going to die, Mayura.” Loki grinned, and then put his book down. He leaned in, whispering against her ear and neck. “I can make the pain go away.”

“You…you can?” Mayura asked hopefully, looking up at him desperately. She was in agony; she would do anything to make the pain stop!

“Hai.” He laid back, his back completely on the bed. He motioned her over. “Straddle my stomach.”

“Nani?!” Mayura blushed, staring at him aghast. He was kidding, right?! She was hardly in anything at the moment, which had caused her to blush He He grinned, then gave her an arched look. “Do you want the pain to go away or not?”

“Hai…”

“Then move.”

Nervously, Mayura sat up on her knees. She blushed brightly, but did as she was told. Scooting over to him, she knelt on her knees, then still blushing, straddled his stomach. She thought she would burn with embarrassment. This was such a…provocative position. Her father would be mortified if he knew she was doing his.

Giving her an encouraging smile, Loki placed his hand on her arm, steadying her. “Now don’t be afraid, Mayura. I won’t hurt you. You trust me, ne?”

“Hai…” she whispered, her eyes mesmerized by the emerald eyes that gazed back at her. Her embarrassment left, only curiosity remained. What was he going to do?

Smirking slightly, he ran his free hand up her leg, causing her legs to tremble slightly. She always seemed to delight in wearing these incredibly short nightshirts. Not that he was complaining…she had beautiful legs.

His fingers brushed against her panties and she whimpered, pulling away. He held her arm, keeping her steady. “You trust me don’t you Mayura?”

She stopped, looking back at him. She bit her lip, and then nodded. She moved back, trembling.

He smiled, and then slid his fingers underneath the slim bit of fabric. Two fingers brushed against her womanhood, just barely. She gasped, her eyes wide at the soft touch. She whimpered softly, but not from fear.

Encouraged, he slid a finger inside, caressing the inside of her folds. She gave a cry, her head falling back. Her pink hair flew around her, her cheeks flushed with the beginnings of pleasure. He slid a second finger inside then stroked her, watching in undisguised desire. Her body arched backwards, soft pants of pleasure escaping her. She gave soft, mewing cries, her knees starting to shake. He used his one hand to help support her, his fingers moving faster within her.

She screamed, her whole body flushed with the intense pleasure his fingers were giving her. She’d never experienced anything like this before and she was unprepared with the overwhelming sensations. The headache and sickness from before were a long forgotten memory, the only thing of importance now was his fingers and the wonderful feelings they were giving her.

Loki groaned, his green eyes dark with passion. He shifted slightly underneath her, his cock hard and very painful. Just watching her made him want to dive into her, take her completely and make her his own.

Mayura thrashed underneath him, and then screamed, his thumb hitting a little nub within her. She arched almost double, her hair flying back as she felt her first climax. It crashed over her, her body twisting in unbelievable pleasure.

She finally collapsed against him, mewing softly. Her eyes closed and she was dimly aware that her headache and sickness were gone.

“Better?” He whispered in her ear, his arms wrapping around her waist and holding her against him.

“Hmmm…what was that?” Mayura looked up, curious. She’d never so much as touched herself, so wasn’t familiar with it.

Smirking, Loki nibbled on her bottom lip, smiling at the moan he caused. “That was what is termed as a climax, my dear. It results from intense pleasure overflowing the system.”

“Hmm…I liked it. I probably shouldn’t but…” She flushed, embarrassed.

“And why should you not? I certainly enjoyed it.” He ran his hands down her legs, pulling her up. She yelped, then groaned, his lips claiming hers in a hot kiss. She tangled her fingers in his shirt, arching against him needily.

Groaning, he pushed her onto her back, looking over her. He bent his head, his lips sucking on her neck. “I can give you much more than that, Mayura. If only you will trust me.”

“I trust you, Loki-san…Loki. I trust you with my life.” Mayura whispered softly, arching under his touch.

He groaned, and then bent down his teeth unbuttoning the night shirt. She moaned, watching him with hooded eyes.

He pushed the night shirt to the floor, and then removed what was left of her panties. There wasn’t much, as her thrashings earlier had torn them quite badly. He smirked, his mouth latching onto a nipple, his legs straddling her this time.

She cried out, her back arching up into his mouth. He slipped his fingers inside her again and she whimpered, her body trembling with the duel pleasure. His tongue slid around the rapidly hardening nipple, savoring the sweet taste of her. He watched her tremble, her body thrashing underneath him and his knowing caresses.

Crying out for him, Mayura tangled her fingers in his auburn hair, a soft gasp of pleasure escaping her. She’d unknowingly wanted this for so long. How long had she harbored this desire for him? Since they met in what had once been the ruins of his old mansion? She still didn’t understand why she’d been there or what she’d been looking for. Perhaps it was him.

Such thoughts were far from her mind at the moment, however. She whimpered needily, unconsciously wrapping one leg around his. He groaned, his tongue snaking out to caress her other breast, forcing her other nipple to harden as well. He groaned; the taste of her incredibly arousing. Eyes on her, Loki moved down her stomach, his tongue teasing her soft flesh as he went.

Watching her with hooded eyes, he parted her legs, pushing them apart. She whimpered, a deep blush creeping over her cheeks. She felt so very wanton and exposed like this. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to stop, that she couldn’t do this. It was wonderful, but she felt very self conscious about him seeing her in such a state.

The words died on her lips with his lips upon her. She cried out, back arching in pleasure. His tongue had taken the place of his fingers anl shl she could feel was ecstasy. Not caring how she looked now, her fingers dug into the mattress, whimpering pleadingly.

When his lips and tongue began to suck on her clit, she screamed, her hair flying around her, her head thrashing back and forth. Overcome, she climaxed, the intensity of it nearly driving her unconscious. When she opened her eyes, they widened, a soft mew escaping her.

During the time she’d tried to recover, Loki had stripped. She couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful body. His skin was so soft looking and she ached to touch it. A rosy blush fell over her cheeks, while gazing at him. She’d never seen a man naked before. To say he was beautiful would be the grossof uof understatements.

He smiled and she caught her breath, staring at his obvious arousal. A smirk played over his face, watching her obvious curiosity and embarrassment. Leaning forward, he took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together.

With that simple, gentle gesture, he put all of her fears and embarrassment to the side. She smiled in turn, gazing into his . “. “That was lovely, Loki-san.”

“Oh we’re not done yet.” Loki winked at her, kissing her palm.

She smiled, wrapping her hand around his. “I can see that.” She giggled at the flush to his cheeks. He looked so young and innocent when he did that, though she was pretty certain he wasn’t all THAT innocent. Unable to resist, she reached out, touching him with her fingertips.

Looking up at his gasp, she snatched her hand away. “Gomen nasai! I didn’t…I shouldn’t…”

“It’s all right.” Loki took her hand, leaning forward to kiss her. “It didn’t hurt at all and I don’t mind.”

“You…don’t?” She looked up at him, her face red with her blush. He smirked, leaning in to nibble on her lips. While she was distracted, he wrapped her hand around his length, biting back a moan of pleasure when she did so.

Mayura pulled back from the kiss, her eyes wide. She looked from his passion filled eyes, down to her hand. It felt…soft, yet hard at the same time. Curiosity overwhelming her, she let her fingers run over the hard flesh. Her fingers traced over him in complete fascination, watching the play of muscles move under her hand.

She looked up, surprised to see the look on his face. Loki groaned, his eyes closed and his breath ragged. He couldn’t help but arch into her hand, moaning in pleasure. Her eyes widened and she giggled. It was amazing…she didn’t now it was possible for a woman to have so much power over a man.

He stilled her hand, and then kissed her hungrily, her own moan mingling with his. His hands cupped her breasts, pushing her onto her back. She moaned, one leg instinctively wrapping around his waist. Smirking, he sucked on her lips and tongue, his body pressing against hers in need. Kissing her passionately, his lips distracted her moments before he pushed into her.

Her eyes widened and she arched against him, her body trembling. Tears fell from her eyes at the sudden invasion. She hadn’t thought it would hurt, but the sharp pain had taken her by surprise. Blinking, she looked up when his lips brushed away her tears.

He smiled reassuringly, his lips teasing her lips softly. She moaned, closing her eyes, her arms wrapped around his neck. His fingers brushed against her nipples, causing her to gasp in pleasure. Moving his hips slowly, he savored the feel of being inside her. He’d had dreams of this for a long time, but it was nothing like what he’d imagined it would be with her.

Mayura gasped, her head falling back in pleasure. Her hair flew around her, her head thrashing in pleasure. The initial pain had faded, allowing only pleasure to fill her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched her body against his, her legs wrapping around his waist unconsciously, instinctively.

Loki groaned, his lips feasting upon her delicate breasts. He teased them to hardness, his passion for her overwhelming. His hips moved faster, slowly raising their passion and desire. With each of her cries, his own passion increased, his body pounding into her delicate frame.

Shuddering in ecstasy, her fingernails raked across his back. His lips closed over a nipple and she cried out, her hands reaching out and holding onto the headboard above her. She didn’t think she could take it any longer.

But he had much more to give her, it seemed. Changing positions, he moved up farther, his lips still feasting on her passion flushed breasts. The tips of his fingers brushed along her thighs, pushing her up farther, until the lower half of her body was practically in the air. He smirked, sucking on her breasts, his hips diving even deeper with in her.

Her scream was almost enough to shatter the windows. The knuckles of her hands turned white, whimpers of pleasure escaped from the back of her throat. She thrashed against him, mewing cries escaping her. Her body arched against him wantonly, her hair flying around her, a whispered word coming from her, almost undistinguishable in her passion.

Eyes wide, he gazed at her, stunned. She wasn’t the type of person to speak an untruth, no matter what was happening or what was happening to her. Groaning deeply, his passion for her was renewed.

Her body shook underneath him, her arms flying out in ecstasy. She screamed his name, the pleasure she felt before nothing compared to this. Eyes wide, she whimpered, then cried out one last time. Her vision was filled with a kaleidoscope of color, nothing important anymore, nothing except the exquisite feel of him inside her. The climax that crashed over her made her breathless, her whole existence nothing but him.

Loki fell with her, his climax like nothing he’d experienced in centuries. Some might say it was because of his forced abstinence when he was cursed, but he knew the truth. This girl…no, this woman, gave him more than he could ever wish for, more than anything he’d ever had in his life.

Collapsing against her, he nuzzled her neck, panting heavily. He didn’t really think he’d be able to move after that. Talk about mind-blowing!

Still trying to catch her breath, she closed her eyes. Opening them after a long moment, she smiled softly, her hand reaching out to touch his face. “Arigatou Loki-san. That was indescribable.”

“Don’t you think we can dispense with the honorifics now?” Loki nibbled on her lips, causing her to moan softly.

“Hai…Loki.” Mayura smiled happily, then wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

“Mayura…” Loki began, and then stopped. He remembered her whispered words during their lovemaking and was almost afraid to broach the subject. “Mayura…did you mean what you said earlier?”

“Hmmm?” She yawned, snuggling against him, her head nuzzled against his neck.

He smiled, then turned on his side, their bodies still connected. He gathered her in his arms and pulled her close. She mewed happily, resting her head on his shoulder. Running his fingers through her hair, he was almost asleep when he heard her voice in his ear.

“Hai, Loki. I love you.” He turned, gazing at her in shock. She looked up at him, smiling happily. He closed his eyes, her hand rested on his cheek.

“I…love you, Mayura.” He whispered, and then opened his eyes. She smiled happily, tears in her eyes. She hugged him tight, then nuzzled close before closing her eyes. Moments later, her breathing evened out into sleep.

Loki watched her for a very long time after she fell asleep. Telling her he loved her was the right thing to do, but it would have dire consequences, he knew. The very least of which was obvious. He was a god and she was a mortal. Such a love was doomed from the start.

But he couldn’t help feel a spark of hope within him. After all that had happened, surely they were all due some happiness.

Weren’t they?