Inner Universe

Hey guys so I love Ghost in the Shell! It’s my favorite anime/manga and I was completely bummed by the lack of fanfic love out there for GITS so I wrote my own, hope you like it and if you do give me a review, a comment, a critique, encouragement, anything even one of these ^_^ is cool too.
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Motoko stared out into the purple glow of the night, the skyscrapers branching out as far back as she could she. Next to her stood Batou, battered and bruised they stood surveying the purple skyline, their faces reflected in the darkened glass.

She had hardened herself against emotion, never trying to connect with anyone beyond camaraderie but for some reason Batou had wormed his way into her world. He was the only person she had ever confided in, told him as much of herself as she would dare. And here in the darkness, section 9 scattered to the winds, she felt him slide his arm around her waist and for a heart stopping moment she tensed before relaxing against his arm.

Suddenly she saw the glimpse of a helicopter light before Batou swung them both over against the wall, hiding from the governmental helicopter. Her back hit the wall gently with the ex military man in front of her his body so close she could feel his body heat.

The light seemed to shine in for an eternity as time seemed to stop, hyperaware of the solid body in front of her, she moved her gaze up his sculpted chest to his face. She stared into his biotronic eyes knowing he was looking at her, and there they stood framed by the piercing white glow from the searchlight as it shown in behind them.

She felt her body shiver as they stood frozen in time, tense, almost not breathing, it seemed as the earth its self was holding her breath. The light drifted away and they were left in darkness and in a profound silence. Motoko didn’t move, didn’t take her eyes off of his, waiting as if waiting for something in the deafening darkenss.

Batou looked down at her, at the delicate yet strong face, his arm still against her and he began to move. Slowly, quietly he raised his hand from her waist to her face. Gently tracing the contour of her cheek, he lightly trailed his thumb along her lips.

She didn’t move except to breathe lightly against hand. She watched him lean down and without registering she leaned up to meet his lips. Her full lips met his with a shock, it seemed as if a bolt of lightning crossed from her to him, Batou ignored it and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her against his battle hardened body. Closing her eyes, she gave into the utter masculinity against her, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

His lips were rough against hers, almost chapped yet smooth and commanding. He kissed her slowly, in that ‘first kiss kind of way,’ moving his mouth in small presses gently letting them adjust to each other. He felt her move her hand up his neck, into his hair, pulling the tie loose she filled her hands with his heavy locks, a distant part of her mind registered surprise at how soft it was.

But then he licked a smooth line across the seam of her mouth asking her for permission, his remaining hand still cupping her cheek. Pressing herself even closer to the planes of solid muscles, she slipped her tongue out to lick along his own lips.
Batou kissed into her mouth, and for the first time in a long time, Motoko let herself go, to be nothing, not a commander, not a cyborg, not a major, nothing more than just a woman. And licked back against Batou’s tongue, thoughts of Section 9 and terrorism and justice fell from their minds.

Breathing her in, the weightlifter intensified the kiss, moving his mouth over hers forcefully, and Motoko matched him, their mouths eating at each other as they released their bodies to pleasure, the high strung pleasure found in tense situations when the pressure gets too high and the dangers become too much. He let his hand trail down her face to her neck, and over her shoulders to her waist. He pressed along her hips and moved his hand up to sit at her ribs.
The purple eyes major tilted her head lightly reveling in the sensations, Batou’s large hand warm against her side, his body, a solid wall of muscles between her and everything else. He smelled like mint and underneath that a smooth cologne, suave and light, so perfectly Batou. She moved one hand along his neck as he pulled back from her mouth to kiss heatedly against her chin down to her neck, his hot breath sending shivering tremors down her spine.

Motoko Kusanagi was a full cyborg, every single inch of her was high tech military issue cybernetic parts, leaving no room for unimportant human aspects. If it hadn’t been for a friend of a friend, Motoko wouldn’t have felt every little caress and press of Batou’s strong hand. Her ghost was the only thing human about her and long ago, she had succumbed to mechanical thinking, forgoing many human emotions and hang-ups that she should have. In that sense she had never desired another man before, never thought of him the way she was thinking of Batou.

He quickly stole her attention, as he nibbled along the shell of her ear, his hand moving up to cup her heavy breast. Twitching violently, the dark haired major sighed as his thumb began to rub right over her nipple, back and forth over the stiff black material of her sports bra. The sensation was maddening, there but just barely, and she found quickly enough that it was not enough.

“Batou” she breathed and felt his hand tighten, kneading her breast and now pinching her nipple, he licked along her neck down to the top of her bra. Kissing little nips, he bit gently over the material until he was mouthing her nipple, tugging it and laving it.

“Stop teasing” Motoko whispered into the dark room and felt him smile. Leaning back Batou watched as she reached down and pulled her bra off. Before it cleared her head, his demanding mouth was back against her nipple, his teeth pulling it and his tongue rubbing the tip. It was so sudden that Motoko dropped heavily against the wall trying to kick start her brain through the electric currents running through her.

Pulling his mouth from her breast, Batou dropped down to his knees, leaving twinging kisses all along her belly down to the top of her panties. Quickly removing them, he lifted her right leg over his shoulder and leaned in pressing his hot tongue along the outer lips of her opening.
Motoko’s knees felt weak as she gasped loudly, Batou’s mouth moved in wet lines, mouthing up one side then down the other before nuzzling between them to lap at her core.

“ahhh…” her breath hitched as his mouth moved in a smooth circle around her opening before sliding up to mouth the little hood over her little button of nerves. Jerking, she cried out breathily “Ba..t….o..-----” and she was cut off, when he pressed sharply into her clit, making her gasp heavily as she shuddered above him.

He began to lean back slightly before pushing gently into her clit again and again, and his tongue added to the sensations by flicking up and down sending lightning bolts of pleasure through his major. Motoko dropped her head to the wall as she moaned heavily, his mouth moving against her induced her to move her hips gently gyrating against him as her meticulously focused mind, closed down and went out to lunch.

“uhnnnnn!” she groaned as Batou kept licking, his working arm moved up squeeze her ass as her moans shot straight to his cock, making it stiffen fully, curving against the solid zipper of his slacks and arching it outward. Hearing her breath come faster, he sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it and toying it with sure touches building up the pressure, listening as her heavy voice as it panted above him, her moans getting him hotter and hotter.

The major fisted his hair in her hands as she bent forward over him, almost incoherent as the pleasure mounted, the pressure tightening in a coil low in her belly, slinging through her it reached a high, and crying out “BATOU!” breathlessly, Motoko jerked sharply as the pressure snapped and she came. Breathing harshly, she shuddered, trembling as a vortex of sensations bolted through her, blinding her.

Not waiting for her to come back down from her orgasm, Batou slipped his fingers within her and quickly finding the spongy bud inside, he rolled it and squeezed it, pressing his long fingers into that spot rhythmically, forcing another wave of pleasure to wash through her. In a series, the orgasms ran their course buckling her legs and dropping her against Batou.

He pulled her to him, his hand still pumping between her legs, her breath hot against his neck, burning him up with need, his cock was so hard, he was sure the zipper was going to explode. Gently stroking her through the end of her orgasms, Batou forced himself to wait, to not throw her to the ground and fuck right there as every instinct in his body was screaming him to do.
Damn she was breathtaking, her sweaty bangs framing her face, a strand or two laying over her nose, her eyes brilliantly intense, were heavy lidded molten fire as they looked up at him through thick lashes.

“d…d…am….n” she laughed breathily as she struggled to sit up. Batou stood quickly, the bulge in his pants catching her attention, the zipper was arched outward, straining lewd. The sight sent a bolt of heat into her again, and before he could move away, she flicked the button and the zipper slid down.

She shifted to her knees and pulled him out, he was long and thick, the veins prominent under the skin. Glancing up briefly, she threw him a seductive look as she licked her top lip sensually before leaning down to breathe heatedly against the tip. Her lips were a mere breath away when she slipped her tongue out to lap at the tip, sliding around the head.

“Uhhhhhhhghgg” Batou groaned as he felt her lips close over his engorged cock, bracing his legs he concentrated on standing upright as her hot mouth started sliding down the length, engulfing over half of it before wrapping her hand around the rest of it. Pulling away she sucked hard before plunging down again, moving rhythmically Motoko felt herself getting wet again. The feel of all that hot, hard maleness deep in her mouth was heating her up, burning trails of
pleasure making her throb, her entrance tingling.

The heat was almost too much, burning her up and she couldn’t stop her free hand from moving between her legs, to slide in the wetness there. Batou stared down at her, his eyes working perfectly in the dark, to watch her suck hard as she pulled off with a loud, lewd pop. He groaned as he watched a string of saliva connect her full lips to his arching, aching cock, he focused passed that to see her hand moving erratically between her legs.

The sight sent a bolt of lightning straight through him to his cock, and he knew that he was going to come all over her face, which any other time would be a wonderful sight, but he didn’t want it to end this way, not their first time together. Moving quickly, he scooped her up in his arm, his cybernetic parts easily holding her 300 pound body. Moving to her large bed, he laid her down, the purple glow from the huge windows bathing her in a rich silvery violet light.
Kicking his pants off, he looked at her, almost ethereal, her lidded eyes burning at him, glittering with heat and lust, beckoning him. Climbing onto the bed, he kissed the top of her foot, up her ankle, along her leg, pausing to nip just behind the knee. Motoko moaned lightly as his firm mouth electrified her skin. Sliding up over her thigh, Batou left a series of purpling marks on her hips and up her ribs to lick a hot trail over her collar bone to mouth her neck.

“ahhhhh” She sighed before turning to tug his face up, kissing him fully, she pushed her tongue into his mouth sliding against his own to play war, she felt him move to settle his solid body between her legs, his mouth still hungrily eating hers as his cock pressed against her hot center, teasing them both.

Opening her eyes, she stared up at Batou, breathing heavily against his mouth “Come on Batou!” she panted bucking her hips up to press against his, sending a wonderful shock through them both. Leaning back on his knees, he nodded hurriedly as he positioned himself, bucking in he moved so that he was bracing himself on his arm above her, his cock just barely in. Motoko gasped loudly as she pitched her hips down to force his cock into her.

“Ugggggrrrrhhhg!” he groaned gutturally before yanking his hips back, then rolling them in, her long legs coming up to lock around his back as she met him thrust for thrust, their voices loud in the room mixing with the liquidy smacking sounds of their bodies.

“f…fa….s….s.ter…..” the major gasped as Batou began to fuck her hard, pushing her up over the bed with the force of his thrusts, he forced himself to watch her face, her heavy lidded eyes, her full mouth parted with every heated breath and gasp and moan, she uttered as Batou’s surging length built up another swirling vortex of burning pressure that began to pool low in her belly, causing her lower muscle to tighten, she wouldn’t last long, she knew she wouldn’t.

Batou was groaning deeply, as he felt his balls tighten, pulling close to his body as he pitched his hips into her even faster, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge, his abs rippling with every move he made faster and harder when, Motoko gasped and screamed, her back bowing, arching her up, her head thrown back as her muscles clamping like a vise around him, and forcing him to explode, her body spasming around him deliciously. With a deep growling roar, Batou released himself, his cock pumping within her. He buck a few more times working through his release before slowing, his hair trailing over Motoko’s skin in feather light caresses as their bodies began to slow down.

Panting heavily, his arm shuddering as he fought not to collapse on top of Motoko. She watched him under heavy lids through the dimness of the room, her arms wrapping around his chest to pull him down against her. He slid to the side, so he wouldn’t drop his cyborg weight onto her. She turned with him, so that her head ended up on his chest. In the dark room, the sounds of circling helicopters outside blended with their heavy breathing, the rich silvery purple glow glimmering off their sweaty bodies.

Tomorrow they would return to reality, Motoko knew, tomorrow she become a major and Batou would return to being her second in command. And section 9 would surface as a failed program, she knew the news would paint her unit in grisly colors. For now though, Batou’s chest was warm under her cheek, his arm wrapped around her waist, her body still tingling with aftershocks under the blacklight glow from the windows.

Tomorrow….they’d deal with tomorrow whenever tomorrow came and maybe she’d find some way to get Batou under her, or over her, for that matter, again. She smiled halfheartedly as sleep dragged her down, her systems shutting off as she registered that for the first time in a long, long time she felt safe. And it was a comforting feeling no matter how fleeting.

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So whenever I start new writing for an anime, manga or book I always end up writing some smut lol, it just seems to be in my nature. So I hope you like it and if not let me know why. May this encourage all those GITS fans to try and write fanfics too!
Reviews to me always promote smut!!!

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