The Dog and the Bitch

Considering the eternal summer brought about by Second Impact, this night is an unusually cold one. Asuka hates the cold. She hated it in Germany, and she hates it here, too. It's not a wonder why; cold is the direct opposite of what she is. She's got a hot body, hot temper, hot attitude. But mostly, Asuka dislikes the cold because of her.

Wonder Girl. Little Miss Freeze. The doll.

That's what Rei Ayanami is: a doll, a puppet, an automaton—maybe even the commander's sex toy on two legs. She wouldn't put it past him.

Asuka stirs in her bed, cracking open an ice-blue eye in bleary irritation as her enjoyable dream of shoving the Lance of Longinus all the way up the First Child's pale ass and taking idiot Shinji for herself is stolen by a freezing breeze. For a moment, she assumes said idiot failed to shut the window entirely, and she didn't notice, but when she looks over, that isn't the case at all.

The strange boy with long white hair, gold eyes, claws and dog ears has come for her again. Asuka is sitting up, wide awake now, trying not to ogle his perfect naked body. He's more attractive than that snot Shinji could ever be. Especially down there (not that she's actually seen the idiot's penis, but it's a reasonable conclusion). She only manages a ragged gasp before he's upon her, deftly slicing her P.J.'s to ribbons and crushing his lips to her own, so she can't even moan. Already, the dog boy spills blood from her breasts and laps at it. The cuts are quick, but they hurt so good, so fucking good that she sobs.

"Bitch," he growls, erection rubbing against her warm, eager core.

"Oh, God," she whispers back.

"No." A clawed finger inside her and exploring. It feels even better. "Say it."

"I...I-Inu..."

"Yes..."

"Inuyasha," Asuka chokes on the name, so intoxicated by his affections. "Please. Please."

And Inuyasha rewards her in a single brutal movement.

They're so much alike—both stubborn, selfish, insecure, temperamental. They both hate the cold, the people in their lives who are cold. They both want—need—this warmth, this heat that certain others won't give them. They both like the color red.

Red. Rot. Rut.

Asuka gasps, Inuyasha sighs. In and out, in and out he goes. Back and forth she rocks to meet him, the awesome friction he creates. She doesn't think she.

He's a dog. She's his bitch. For the time being, at least. She likes it anyway.

"Ich komme! Ich komme!"

Yes, come for me, thinks Inuyasha. He lets a rare smile show on his face as he lets go—sheer happiness. He loves the way she acts when she reaches orgasm, crying her beautiful eyes out.

They share a final searing kiss and he departs out the window. Asuka gets up and walks over, his cum running warm down her thighs, and shuts it.

He'll be back, she knows, as sure as death.

So, come, sweet death.