Tease

Tease

Despite his decades of being this creature, a blood feeding Chiropteran, despite the monstrous appendage replacing his right forearm, Haji never considered himself an animal. He always looked at Saya as a human with a human heart. And he always loved her with his human heart. While he hoped that his logic on their human sides were correct, it was times like this when Haji wondered if they really were just animals- acting on pure instincts. Perhaps it was instincts that drove them to these actions…

No. That was wrong. Instincts- animals could not tease this way.

“Excuse me. I just need to get that-”

The way Saya casually leaned over his arm. Indeed, she saw it resting over the tabletop. He knew she wasn’t oblivious to it at all. In fact, when the small tinge of pink blotted across her pale cheeks before she made the move, he knew that she knew.

It was as simple as a short trip around the table, but she chose to move over it- and over him. Reaching for the cup on the other side, her arm stretched outward, a thigh warmed against his before he briefly felt the torturous weight of her breasts, pressing against his arm.

Haji sat there. Expressionless. Unflinching. Of course, this was to be expected. She liked to test him, and being aboard Red Shield’s ship made it difficult for him to retaliate.

“Ah! Got it!”

She chirped innocently, as if her Chevalier did not suspect a thing. Foolish, he thought. The woman was toying with him. And while he was bound by blood to serve her, to obey her, committing their bodies to each other long ago as lovers gave way to certain loopholes Haji surely took advantage of from time to time.

This meant war.

She swiveled her way musically to the refrigerator, passing a casual wave at David as he strolled down the hall. The people around them made the game more difficult, as well as thrilling. Clearing his throat, Haji motioned as if he were thirsty himself. Of course, this was not the case. He didn’t need to drink anything, but why not? Just like she didn’t need to move over the table like she’d done only seconds ago, but she did.

Fighting his amusement with a covert smirk, Haji approached her from behind. Landing a gentle hand on her waist, he reached on top of the refrigerator for a glass. Sensing her Chevalier’s attempt for revenge, Saya opened the door, a gust of cold air hardening the nipples that erected through the thin material of her dress. Blushing, she gave a satisfied hum when she noted his dark eyes on her body, and so, she didn’t shy away.

Haji shook his head. So, you think you’ve won. I may have to prove you wrong.

The woman continued, practically glowing by now and deliberately slowing her movements as she reached in for the pitcher. Saya thought she’d caught him, like a fish hooked on bait. Her fingers brushed against the handle of the pitcher, ready to retreat until she felt warmth radiate behind her. By her small gasp of surprise, she hadn’t expected Haji to respond.

The hand on her waist had tightened. “Let me help you. You seem to be having a bit of trouble-”

As the man leaned over her slim frame for the same pitcher she’d already set her fingers on, the familiar bulge that thrust against her was distinct. Saya fought another sharp gasp and for a mere second, her movements froze. The few strands of hair that were loose from his ribbon, tickled along the sensitive flesh of her bare shoulder. Saya fought her body’s urge to draw away. Admiring her will to rebel against him; Haji pulled the pitcher from her grasp and straightened, leaving a delicious pause to buck his hips against her once more, before she was released.

Blinking, Saya hid her anger and spun to him with crossed arms.

“Thank you,” she sung sweetly between clenched teeth, trying vigorously to conceal her concern for the footsteps of staff members who frequently walked by.

“My pleasure,” he answered, pouring the juice into the cup she urgently reached for over the table, as well as his own. She watched as he swallowed the icy liquid, and Saya sat before him, with crossed legs and solemn eyes.

He could tell. She was thinking. What would be her next step?

Containing a small chuckle, Haji wasted little time in taking this opportunity to claim victory. With a sigh, he finished off his cup, taking care to swipe a wary tongue along its rim. She was watching with keen eyes. And as she watched his tongue slide slowly, attentively against the glass, his senses smelled her arousal flicker. Although it was quick, it was there and she was fighting it.

“Still thirsty- my Queen?”

She was swift in her answer.

“Oh! You missed a drop,” she purred and moved forward to dot the velvet of her tongue against the corner of his lip. Before Haji could shrink away from her to avoid the temptation of capturing her lips with his own, she’d already pulled away from him, leaving the damp spot on his mouth cold.

Not expecting such a bold move on her part, Haji quickly looked to the exit, hoping no one had seen that. Pleased that her knight’s cheeks were beginning to grow hot, Saya strung her fingers through her short, black hair.

“It’s nice outside. I’m gonna catch some sun.”

With a knowing grin, Saya skipped outside the room. As the man heard her whimsical steps echoing elsewhere, Haji recovered with a sigh, admitting his defeat.

Round one goes to you.

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Haji was lured outside by the melody of his own Cello, except another’s hands were plucking the strings.

It was hers…

Momentarily blinded by the sunlight, Haji’s eyes adjusted to the small, petite woman submerged into her playing on the deck. With the sheen of her effort casting a shine along her arms, where the delicate straps of her blouse hung loosely from them, Haji approached her unwillingly, being coaxed just by the visual pleasure of her curvaceous body. Her sun reddened legs peeking from either side of the instrument while her hands wound against the strings, Haji stood in front of her in awe of her concentration.

If it weren’t for the sly smirk that had almost given her away, Haji would have melted right then and there. He regained his composure, catching her attention with a mild smile.

“You missed a few notes,” he teased and Saya reacted with rolled eyes.

“Don’t forget that I taught you this song,” she reminded, beginning to get up from her position before Haji ceased her movement with a palm to her shoulder.

“Allow me.”

Peeling his jacket and setting his hair loose, he flipped a few buttons open on his collar, just enough to flash a bit of his chest. Saya was a modest woman and Haji knew that it was mystery that turned her on. If he wanted to tempt her, a few buttons were enough to lure her curiosity to the chest in which she oftentimes spread her palms along its ridges amidst her ecstasy. Her fingers would itch at the sight of his open shirt inviting her.

Clearing his throat and ignoring Saya’s sudden discomfort, Haji sat behind her, wrapping a careful arm around her waist. A soft whisper sifted over the shell of her ear.

“Give me your hands.”

It was a few moments before they settled into playing, and Saya’s arms were stiff, being against Haji’s embrace she so easily nuzzled into every night. She couldn’t. She vowed she’d win this game. Knowing her Chevalier’s habits by now, and understanding that at a certain point in his playing, he would disconnect from the world and be enclosed in his song, Saya was able to slip her hands free from his guidance.

Enjoying the melody, Saya found her eyes seeking his open collar. A thirst overwhelmed her as her fingers threatened to reach in to feel his heart beat and her mouth watered to taste the skin beneath his ear. His aura always made her feel safe. There was something about him that always made her want to cling to him, even in the days when she wasn’t quite sure who he was. Feeling the knobs in her fingers ache, she relieved her hands by clutching her legs that were between his. A sigh escaping her parted lips, Saya finally distracted the musician with the flesh of her legs revealing beneath the hem of her dress.

Her breath, that needy breath he knew all too well, was treacherous against his collarbone. Haji wasn’t sure how long he could play this game with her, but decades of life between her hibernations gave him more endurance. He would not give into her provoking- Queen or not. To keep his hands from wanting to trace underneath her dress, he returned to playing.

Must. Keep. On. Playing.

Irritated that Haji was being stubborn, another sigh swept across his collarbone, causing him to miss a note. Footsteps tapped against the flooring some feet away, and Haji quickly pinched the edges of her dress to cover her legs. Whispering against her, he warned huskily, “Not here.”

Smiling, Saya nodded. As the presence faded, ensuring that the pair of lovers were alone, Haji looked down at the woman he straddled. Grabbing the stem of his Cello, she motioned to push the instrument aside. As it leaned into its case, his Queen met his gaze, her eyes boring into his as she moistened her lips with her tongue.

His fingers lightly curling a strand of her hair from her face, Haji drew closer to her, their mouths barely an inch apart. Saya gave his knee a squeeze, earning a heavy breath from him, before she made an obvious yawn and instantly changed the mood. Abruptly parting from his embrace, she stood up with a stretch. Deflating, and her back turned to his astounded expression, Saya twisted enough to only reveal the corner of her grin.

“It’s hot out here. I’m going for the shower.”

Watching as she made her escape, victory in the palm of her hands from successfully coaxing him to her, Haji pressed a palm to his forehead. His kind gesture to refresh her memory on the song was supposed to work in his favor.

Somehow, it backfired.

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Saya was halfway across the ship, mischief in her stride as she thought of the condition she’d left her poor, handsome Chevalier in. She had to admit, his kindness was a good disguise for his true intentions. She’d almost found herself falling right into his scheme.

Luckily, being free from the stress of her sister since her last hibernation, Saya could explore the depths of an enjoyable life, becoming lovers with Haji as an extra bonus. She loved the man with all her heart, from his loyal soul, his everlasting will to protect her, and the ways his stoic face always masked the expressions only she could decipher, it made her feel a bit guilty toying with him this way. She couldn’t help it though. Now that he was hers, and she was his, Saya sought to indulge in her love with him, never taking him for granted again.

Trailing her fingers against the cool metal rails, her heart nearly jumped from her chest when an authoritative force pulled her into a shadowed notch in the wall. The air being knocked from her chest, her body heaved up and down, the man behind her loosening his grip around her body. Biting back her smile, Saya huffed.

“Coming with me, Haji?”

His loose brunette hair trickled over her neck. As he held her against him, Saya offered a caress against his cheek with her hand. As he nuzzled into her, she could feel his lips smile against her ear.

“It’s dangerous to tempt me, Saya?”

“Is it?”

“It is, my love.”

Haji proved his point when a hand left her waist to rake upwards from her knee to her thigh. Not being able to resist, Saya shuddered in his hold. His forehead on hers, and her eyes closing, Haji kept his concentrated gaze on her reactions. As his fingers crawled along the side of her body and threatened to reach the rim of her breasts, he suddenly retreated, bringing his arms to rest at her sides and leaving her rising desires at an extreme halt.

Eyes flaring crimson, it was difficult for his Queen to hide her disapproval. Saya chose to try anyway. Brushing herself from him, Saya stomped away.

“I’m going to take a shower. And you’re not welcome to join me.”

As he watched her storm off and vanish into the slammed door of their suite, Haji’s confidence was at an all time high. Now her game had only served to anger her in the end. She knew what she wanted, but she was refusing to ask. After all, asking was all she had to do, and he’d readily comply. Perhaps, he hadn’t completely won yet.

Sore loser…

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Grateful for the hiss of hot water against her back, Saya emerged from the bathroom comfortable and relieved. A fluffy cotton towel wrapped around her as she strolled into her bedroom, in search of her clothing that she left neatly folded on the bed. The scent of lilac and fruit fresh in her hair, she sighed in brief happiness before she noticed the man in the room.

“Are you angry with me?”

Saya, unfazed, looked to Haji sitting in the chair by the door. She hoped to steer him away with her rigid stare, but upon setting her eyes on him, her façade broke. Sincerely, Haji showed concern. Despite their games, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt or offend her, and she knew that. Seeing his genuinely apologetic face made it hard for her to retain her anger, and so, Saya turned away from him.

“I’m not,” she admitted in a whisper.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm, hmm,” she reassured, turning a bare, and dewed shoulder to lend him a flirtatious wink. “I can’t stay mad at you, Haji, even if I try.”

Relieved, the man nodded at her. Before Haji could attempt to go to her, Saya’s motives shifted once again. Apparently, he’d need to seek her forgiveness with something other than just words.

The game had entered a new phase.

Dropping the towel from her body, Saya reached over the bed to her clothing, humming a tune. At first, she wasn’t sure if Haji had even realized her intentions until she heard his movements behind her. The clean scent of her body dressed in her frilly, lingerie was too much for him to admire from afar at his seat. Watching as she innocently climbed on top of the mattress on her hands and knees, something snapped inside him and before he knew it, he was up, unbuttoning the last few restraints on his shirt. His chest bearing, he kneeled at the foot of the bed and hooked his arms through her legs.

“H-Haji?”

Saya squealed before she was yanked to him, the heat of his words along her thighs and the thin material that blocked him from her weakness.

“What are you-”

“Do you admit defeat, yet?”

Shocked, Saya retorted, “No way-”

Before she could pull away, his strong arms kept her in place. Running the tip of his nose and his lips along the rim of her pink panties, the woman could barely keep herself balanced. Saya fought her urges, but her body would not listen. Feeling her fingers go numb, she convinced herself that if she gave him the cold shoulder, he’d eventually give up, but Haji pursued, continuously breathing against her. When the warmth of his presence was not enough to break her obstinacy, Haji resorted to nipping at the material with his teeth, his fangs beginning to lengthen with the musky odor of her arousal under his nose. His desire to taste it grew stronger.

“Tell me, Saya.”

She didn’t answer. She was helpless as she faced away from him, giving him full access to the part of her body that would lead him to triumph. On instinct, her body leaned towards him even though her mind was conflicted with her pride. The thick flesh of her thighs moistened as Haji clawed at her legs, tenderly passing his tongue along the edges of her panties. He was not giving her the complete satisfaction of his mouth on her on purpose. Saya wanted more of him- inside the cursed material covering her. Fisting the mattress with frustration, before she could retaliate, Haji spun her on her back.

His body hovering between her open legs, Haji ripped the bandages from his claw with the swift stretch of his hand. Resting on that arm, he slipped a human finger underneath her panties to wisp across her throbbing skin. He wasn’t touching her, more like he was feathering against her the way the wind would brush against unprotected skin. It was enough to make her eyes flare. Saya desperately reached up around his neck.

“Okay! You win!”

Pulling him to her, she demanded his lips against her own where they delve into a passionate kiss. Sloppy and full of need, Saya broke away from him and plead, “Haji. I need you. I can’t wait!”

Haji growled, that finger against her turned into two before it massaged and thrust into her wet folds. Her back arching against him, Haji fervently pumped and sewed his fingers inside her. “As you wish,” he responded in her ear, biting his lip as she spread her palms along his chest just as he imagined earlier. Kneading her fingers along his abs, she whispered.

“Haji-”

“I know.”

Quickly, he emptied her body of his fingers to dispose of his shirt and his pants. Seeing her body pulsing in front of him, flushed and ripe, Haji could barely wait any longer himself. But there was one more thing before he got to the point.

Hooking his arms under her legs again, he tore the material from her. Saya didn’t have time to protest before Haji assured, “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you another.”

His mouth covered her mound, unrestricted and free from her panties. Saya received the full, uncompromised sensation of his tongue lapping inside her, his fingers joining rhythmically as he tended to her needs. Her quivering legs threatened to close, but he held them apart with dominance, the hot velvet of his tongue stabbing and nipping at the swollen nub hidden within the crinkles of her syrup coated skin. As he suckled her with care, she tangled her fingers into Haji’s hair, encouraging him for some time before she yelled for him again.

“Haji-”

Sensing her urgency, Haji wasted no time in lifting her legs around his torso. Before he could connect them, however, Saya pushed him away with her strength and grabbed the meat of his waist. His questions were interrupted when her mouth engulfed the heated head of his penis. As Saya’s tongue generously revolved around his shaft, Haji lashed his head back with a hiss. He tried to resist her, but the feeling of his penis sloshing inside her wet mouth was overwhelming. His Queen’s hands latching to his waist left no room to reject her.

“Saya,” he strung his fingers through her hair and submitted to her, even if only for a while.

It was a few moments before he came to his senses and took a strong grip of her shoulders. Leading her back into her prior position, Haji settled against her, and pressed an open mouth to a revealed and seasoned breast. He pushed inside her with one hard thrust, her scream hanging dry. The sound was captured by his lips on hers, smothering her cries into muffled silence.

Clinging onto his back, and her fingertips following the bumpy crests along his spine, Saya hardly knew what to hold onto for refuge. Haji held her tight against his body as he rocked against her, her knees almost hanging limp over his shoulders. In an effort to breath, Haji snatched his lips from hers to rest beside her head, the sound of her moans resonating in his ear.

“Call for me, Saya.”

“Haji-”

She couldn’t finish it. She went for another attempt.

“I love-”

He hushed her, not wanting to exhaust her or have their neighbors hear what was going on. “Just enjoy it, my love.”

One hand dispersing over her breast as he continued to dive into her, the muscles around him began to contract. As her petite body convulsed beneath him, Haji found it necessary to quiet her screams once again with his lips. Before he kissed her, he quickly set a fang into his lip where his blood bubbled, an extra treat for his Queen. As she sucked on his bottom lip, her orgasm aggravated fire inside her.

Popping and flickering wildly as desire inflamed inside her, Haji knew if he were human, his mouth would have been bruised from the force her kiss had on him. She kicked, pinched the skin on his back unintentionally until it her climax slowed to a stop. In the midst of her euphoria, and disarrayed senses, her Chevalier bucked against her with a husky groan, chanting her name until his warmth sprouted inside her comfortably.

When the two weakened, their bodies folded into one another, Saya giving Haji’s bleeding lips gentle and apologetic strokes with her own. The injury healed in seconds, as always, but it never failed to bother her. It was only times like these where Haji was able to force her to abandon her morality and feed on him mercilessly- through her desires.

Only he knew how to squelch them.

Slipping her arms beneath his and pressing an attentive ear to the patter of his beating heart, Saya looked up.

“Did I hurt you, Haji?”

Charmed by her concern, he gave an appreciative caress with his clawed fingers to her face.

“Not at all.”

Pouting, Saya looked betrayed. Haji smiled, leaning in to give her a soft kiss. Watching as her eyes fell groggily, he welcomed her sleep with his claws gently running through her hair. Her disgruntled expression became lazy and content, and Haji thought she’d fully surrendered to sleep only a few minutes later.

It wasn’t until he heard her murmur in her sleep, that he realized Saya had a few last words.

“And I win.”

Smirking at her feeble attempt to claim herself the winner of this game of theirs, Haji sighed lovingly.

You can have this one.

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There is no beta on this one, and the copy and paste did not include all my italics. This is my first Haji/Saya lemon. Hope it was to your liking. For more HajixSaya love, please visit my collection on my main site.