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Hiyuki is not worried about keeping her voice down. She’s doing an excellent job at holding back moans to not alert the hospital staff and to not bring satisfaction to the useless criminal. She’s more worried about Chihiro who is moaning into her wet pussy and grinding his cock into the hospital bed to try and relieve himself. He’s getting louder by the minute even with her scolding and pulling at his hair.

“Shut. Up,” she warns him after a pleased hum vibrates against her. He sucks at her clit, and she bucks her hips more against his face with her mouth clamped tight. He has one of her legs secured open by splaying his hand on her. He could stop her whenever he’d like, but he lets her grind against him when it all starts building up. This would be her third orgasm in a row, and she’s not sure if she’d even be able to hold it together if he makes her come once more.

She’s starting to see stars, and she can also see that his hospital room door is unlocked from the bed where he was supposed to be resting. The handcuffs she released him from are still shackled against the side of the bed, and both of their hospital gowns are somewhere on the floor. The Kamunabi hospital doctors would be appalled by the scene considering both their injuries and the politics of it all.

Hiyuki doesn’t care about that right now. She hasn’t cared for the last thirty minutes, and she’ll worry about explaining the missing bandages from her head and hands in the morning after Chihiro is sent to prison. The bandages wrapped around his own shoulder and chest have also been removed, but they’re both basically healed. This was more important.

Chihiro rests the side of his face against her right thigh and lets go of her left leg, dragging his fingers over to her slit. She braces herself, now familiar with how he moves. He dips two fingers in easily, and she relishes the feeling of the sword calloused fingers sinking inside of her. He looks up at her, and she ignores him, looking away from those coveted eyes. There are too many emotions in eye contact, and in kissing, which is why she hasn’t let him kiss her since the first one.

His digits start to pump in and out of her at a pace that makes her toes curl. She is strung up on the swordsman and her cunt pulsates around his fingers. They can both hear how wet she is, and she hates that it’s because of him even if he’s the one making her feel so good. Her jaw goes slack every so often, but she closes it up as soon as she remembers who they are. She only fails when Chihiro presses a kiss against her clit, letting his face get messier as he starts tapping his fingertips directly against her g-spot.

Hiyuki knows she won’t be able to hold herself together anymore. She lets herself indulge in eye contact, staring at Chihiro’s red eyes through the dark as he eats away at her and twists his fingers inside of her. She can feel him smile against her lower lips as her body starts tensing up. He knows her tells now, too.

He picks up his pace and finger fucks deep into her like he learned she likes, keeping the lap of his tongue quick. Hiyuki clamps her hands over her mouth and what can be described as a squeal leaves her mouth when a gush of wetness creams out of her. Chihiro’s fingers go harder at her, enticing her to keep coming against his face and fingers. It’s becoming too much to handle, but Hiyuki can’t let him know and takes the blunt pleasure.

Too focused on staying quiet, Hiyuki neglects controlling her body and convulses wildly, bucking against Chihiro’s face. He manages to keep up with her even as she arches her back up high and quivers through the flashes of pleasure. Her thighs have become wet, and she can hear soft moans emit from Chihiro as he watches her. After coming for who knows for how long, Hiyuki falls limp against the bed again. Her hands fall to the side, and her body feels so much lighter. Her mind relishes in the euphoric fogginess. Every once in a while, a small orgasm will start to ripple through her body as she comes down from the high.

Hiyuki’s eyes flutter open and shut, catching glimpses of Chihiro whose cheek is resting against her thigh again and carrying a needy look. His face is flushed as well, and his lips are glistening with her come. He waits until her until her orgasm is completely satiated and then places a small kiss against her inner thigh. He sits up, and she’s thankful that she’s already painted red so he wouldn’t be able to discern the blush on her face. Why would he do that?

Hiyuki sits up, too, trying to play it off as the orgasm didn’t wreck everything she’s ever thought and assumed about him. His erection is starting to look painful, and she hasn’t touched him once other than pulling at his hair and locking his face in with her thighs. She almost feels bad for him. He gets closer to her, their knees touching and his face hovering by hers. She can feel his breath on her face.

She warns him, “Don’t kiss me.”

“I won’t.” He’s good at listening. Or he likes being told what to do, but Hiyuki doesn’t have enough time to test that out fully. Still, he stares down at her face and body. He’s brave when it comes to touching her considering she could incinerate him if she chose to. He reaches his hand forward and places it on her hip, feeling her skin and eventually drawing swirls on the edge of her hipbone. If she reached some level of nirvana during that orgasm, he’s just made her crash back down with his stupid little quirks.

She puts her hand over his, “What are you doing?” She considers slapping it away, but she can’t deny that she likes the feeling of it. His hand tenses under hers.

“I’m not sure.” He’s so stupid Hiyuki wants to punch him. But she doesn’t. She takes in a deep inhale and then exhales.

“We need a condom,” she tells him. She can’t do this for much longer or one of them will end up dead. She can explain a dead prisoner but not a naked dead prisoner.

His expression changes ever so slightly, his eyebrows rising only a little, and she wonders if that’s him showing excitement. He lets go of her hand and reaches forward. She thinks he’s going to kiss her when he moves around her and reaches under the pillow. He pulls out a condom and shows it to her.

She gasps and jabs a finger at his chest. “You little punk. You planned this.”

“I never told you to come in here,” he says, unimpressed with the accusation. Or maybe he is amused, and his permanent bitch face confuses her. She’s fantasized about killing the bastard, but she can only know him so well when this is the longest they’ve gone without drawing blood. He uses his teeth to rip the condom open, and he tells her, “I need help putting it on.”

Hiyuki was more satisfied leaving him to do everything. The less choices she made, the further removed she felt from the humanness of sex. Him handing her the open condom was giving her the option to completely shut this down and walk away. She could get dressed and handcuff him back to the bed. She could act like this never happened and leave Chihiro completely unable to please himself. That idea only turns her on a little more.

Hiyuki takes the condom and motions Chihiro forward. For once he seems a little shy as he sits up on his knees and she’s sat with her legs crossed under her. She hasn’t had a dick so close to her face in ages, and she isn’t going to compliment Chihiro, but she likes how he’s looking.

She puts her fingertip on the tip of his cock, feeling the precum and how he shudders from the single touch. He is so sensitive, and his pleading expression causes her grin. He looks down at her with spacy eyes, almost begging. That same finger runs up and down the side of his length, feeling the veins as she goes and hearing tiny moans leave his mouth.

She catches the sudden urge to kiss him, and she shoves it down her core. She focuses on moving her finger on him, and waiting until he gets too loud to tell him to shut up. He squeezes his eyes tight, and his chest is rising up and down. The view of him from where she is positioned is attractive. She can see his happy trail and up his abs and chest and stupidly attractive face. She hates him, and she needs him to fuck her.

“Are you going to come from just my finger?” she asks.

“You did with mine,” he reminds her with a hint of satisfied smile.

She rolls her eyes and spats out, “I will leave right now.”

“No, you won’t.” No, she won’t.

She lowers her finger and decides to stop playing with him. She takes out the lubricated condom and rolls it down his shaft, careful to not touch too hard on him. She likes watching him hold his breath, anxious to get going. She never thought he had it in him, but he’s been taking her by surprise all night.

Chihiro’s hand moves to her shoulder, and he gently pushes her back down against the pillow. He positions himself over her, holding himself up. Is this sap really going to fuck her in missionary? Maybe he’s had a crush on her, and she didn’t know.

“No kissing,” she reminds him as his forehead touches her. He only nods, their noses brushing against the other’s. Hiyuki stays still, waiting to see what he does next.

It takes her by surprise, that’s for sure.

Chihiro grabs her right arm and with an inhumane amount of dexterity, manages to handcuff her to the left side of the bed in one click.

“Are you fucking with me?” she scowls at him as quietly as she can, shaking her hand roughly and making the bed shake. Her arm crosses uncomfortably across her exposed chest to the other side. Even if she’s naked with her legs spread open for him, it’s the handcuffing that makes her feel vulnerable. “I’ll burn you to ashes right now and leave your di-,”

“You can trust me,” he tells her, brushing hair out of her face for her. She’s able to see him much more clearly now. She doesn’t know if she trusts him, especially now that he’s made her stomach do more than enough flips. It’s an irritating sensation, and she wants to hide behind her hand, but it’s handcuffed away.

She rolls her eyes. “Just get on with it. I don’t think I can stand you for another ten minutes.”

“Ten is enough time,” he says. She’s about to call him pathetic when he enters her without warning. She’s so wet that it doesn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable, but Chihiro takes his time anyways, watching her struggle to keep her mouth closed tight. It falls open, still quiet, against her will as he sinks into her. “Are you okay?” he asks. His hand finds way to her waist, his thumb moving back and forth on her skin. She can only nod to prevent another embarrassing noise from leaving her body. She really wants to tell him to hurry and ram into her senselessly.

Chihiro seems to read her mind starts fucking her with a pace that makes her burn all over. She can’t help but look in his eyes with watery ones of her own, letting him stuff her through her stalled whines and his throaty moans. Chihiro’s arm rests next to her shoulder, allowing him to lower himself and thrust her faster and deeper. Hiyuki’s free hand finds way to his back where she starts digging her nails into his tough skin. Every once in a while, he is able to get a tiny whimper out of her, and it drives him insane.

The sex is so good, and she is scared that she might start crying. Everything is wet and even with his movements getting sloppy, they’re still calculated and pounding into the right places. Chihiro doesn’t sound like he’s growing tired even as they’re both getting sweatier. It was inevitable from Hiyuki’s naturally high body temperature, and she knows she’s grown hotter with each orgasm and it’s rising with each thrust.

She wraps her legs around him, giving him enough space to continue penetrating her but enough to give her something to hold onto. She hides her face in the crook of his neck and starts sucking at his skin. She knows he can feel her whimper against him, but she doesn’t care about that anymore and she doesn’t care about her handcuffed hand either. Her available hand holds onto the back of his neck, bringing him closer to her.

“You’re so warm,” he lets out a straggled whisper. She doesn’t know how to reply to him. The thrust of his hips is starting to slow down, but he’s filling her up so good. She lets her eyes fall closed and relaxes to the feeling, letting him take care of her for a moment while she tries to gather herself together. “Are you okay?” he asks. She nods before nuzzling into the warmth of his neck.

“Keep going.” She hopes she doesn’t sound like a beggar, but she doesn’t know herself anymore. He returns to his original pace, and she doesn’t care to tell him to stay quiet anymore. Her eyes are getting crossed and even as she bites Chihiro’s shoulder, she doesn’t make a deep mark. She only needs something to hold onto because she feels like she might float away. She’s scared she’s going to speak up and let him know how much she’s enjoying this. How much she’s been needing and wanting this. She’s going to be so messed up in the morning, but a fourth orgasm is starting to build up from his relentless pounding and the hot noises leaving his mouth are stroking her ego.

Chihiro pauses for a moment, panting loudly, and parting away from her. Hiyuki watches him through heavy eyelids, wondering if he’s taking a break to last longer. He’s hot to look at when he’s positioned taller than her with his cock out, and she makes note of the muscles across his body and arm that are gilded with old scars. He doesn’t let her enjoy the view for long before grabs her by the hip and flips her over much to her displeasure. Him handcuffing her arms crossed makes sense now even if it somewhat stings that he doesn’t want to look her in the eye.  

He slides into her, and her orgasm becomes imminent. A throaty moan barely escapes her mouth before she catches herself from doing it again. The sound of skin slapping together fills the room, and it irritates her as much as it turns her on. She doesn’t want to come like this even if the pounding feels so good. He thrusts inside of her like there’s no tomorrow, no greater feeling, no consequence to what they’re doing. Her mouth falls open and tiny pants escape her as her eyes roll back. It’s too much, and she needs to get herself together.

It’s a quick decision, but it’s hers to make. She says through gritted teeth, “You don’t get to fuck me like a dog when you’re the bitch here.” She melts off the hand cuffs and turns back around. She swears she sees Chihiro smiling when she grabs him by the hair and throws his back down against the bed in the spot she was just in. She climbs over him and grabs his hard dick, slowly lowering herself onto him. They maintain eye contact as she slowly bottoms out, trying to see who is going to give in first.

Of course, it’s Chihiro who would’ve moaned loudly if Hiyuki didn’t put her warm hand over his mouth on time. “Shut up,” she scolds him, wincing slightly from the sensation of being full. She lifts herself up, and she can’t help but keep looking at his red eyes as she slaps herself back down. He whimpers against her hand, and this makes a small, shaky yet explicit moan leave her mouth.

She tells him to shut up on each roll of her hip, feeling how he stretches her good and hearing how wet she is as she rides him with fervor. Chihiro is straining to stay silent, and Hiyuki’s hand and complaints are no longer working. His hand goes to her ass where he grabs on, and she can tell he’s been wanting to do that.

In a particularly good grind, Hiyuki neglects Chihiro’s mouth to cover her own moan, and he can be heard echoing loudly throughout the room. They both freeze to look at each other with panic. Hiyuki feels like she has no choice but to bend down and kiss him, so she does. She can feel an exhalation of bliss leave Chihiro’s body. He’s been waiting to kiss her again, and maybe she has been waiting for this, too.

Her bouncing becomes slower as she becomes occupied with his mouth. His hand trails up her ass and back, to the back of her hair. He is surprisingly soft when it comes to kissing her. She wants to pry him open and lick his lips open to bite and suck, and he’s kissing her as if he’s marrying her. The way he gently nibbles at her bottom lip makes a shiver run up her spine, making her nipples hard. She grabs his hand and moves it to her chest, feeling him knead her breast while she starts sucking on his tongue.

They both have their eyes open, watching each other through the silent exchange of spit and soul. His thumb and pointer finger pinch at her nipples, and she raises her hips lightly before dropping back down. They kiss each other to drown out moans, and she wonders how dead she’d be if she let him kiss her from the start.

She likes him, and she will never do this again. She lets herself indulge in it for a little while longer. She lets herself run her fingers through his hair without pulling on it, and even admire the red of his eyes when they’re not kissing or moving. She lets him hold fer face in his hand and place a kiss on her eyelid. He’s inside of her, and she’s on top of him, and they’re perfectly still in this fire.

She whispers, “Time is almost up.” It was a fake timer she set for herself to be back in her hospital bed just in case the night nurse came to check on her. It is the Kamunabi hospital staff, and they tend to be extremely attentive. If they start searching for her and find her, they’d all be in for an unpleasant surprise.

“It’s okay. I’m close,” he says and kisses her cheek. She hates the feeling of her heart speeding up over a man, especially one who she is set to send to prison the following day. She will never have this again.

She kisses his lips and starts to rock her hips again, Chihiro holding her closer by the waist and thrusting up into her. She remembers how good it feels to let him do all the work, and she fully lays into the kiss, letting him be the one to fuck into her. The embarrassing noises start to leave her mouth again, but she airs them out. They’re whimpers and moans as quiet as a whisper, but they still encourage Chihiro to keep moving.

Louder noises are coming from him as he starts to become more desperate for his release. He grasps at her ass and squeezes it every time she bottoms out on top of him. She squeezes around him and feels him shudder each time. His mouth stays open, letting her move her tongue in to wrestle lazily with his. Both their eyes are getting shut tight as they approach their orgasms, and Chihiro is much rougher with her, making everything feel better- this is the mindless sex she wanted.

Chihiro groans, “Almost- almost there.” His breathing is scattered, and Hiyuki grabs onto his face to keep her mouth planted over his. She starts moving her hips again, tightening up around him as tries to hit her own peak as well.

He is surprisingly quiet as he comes, as if the moan got caught in his throat. His lips stop moving, and hot huffs of breath leave his body as he finishes pumping into her. Watching him look so wrecked pushes her over the edge, and she starts coming while he’s still inside her, moaning into the side of his jaw. He holds onto the small of her back as they rock through the final waves of their orgasms, and things are starting to become clearer.

They’re both so spent. She lays on top of him, her head facedown by the crook of his marked neck. She hasn’t bothered to move him out of her yet. She tries to slowly steady her breath, feeling at his sweaty body beneath her and running her touch over different scars. His arm is wrapped lazily around her still, and he isn’t doing anything to part from her.

He knows this will never happen again, too.

The sensation must finally get to be too much because Chihiro lifts her by the hip to pull out, and a final sigh of relief leaves both of their mouths. She considers getting up, but she likes where she’s laying down. It’s shamefully comforting to feel how he rubs her back with the same hand who has used a sword against her.

“I need to go,” she tells herself out loud to tell him at the same time, too. She sits up and rubs her tired eyes. Her body feels so shaky and light. She looks down at Chihiro who also looks like he might pass out soon. “Can you not run away?” she asks of him, putting her hand over his heart.

“I’ll try not to,” he says.

“Liar.” Hiyuki presses a passing kiss goodbye against his lips before getting off the bed to get dressed. It’s only her hospital gown and underwear that he took off her in the blink of an eye. She pockets the bandages from her head and hands and makes a plan to throw them out in a hall trashcan. She looks around and asks him, “Am I missing something?”

“No.” He’s sat up in his bed now, and she can make out the mark she’s left by his neck. He slips off the condom and holds it over the trashcan next to his bed. “Unless you want a souvenir.”

“You’re disgusting and vile.” He only smiles, and she’s not sure she’s ever seen him have such a relaxed expression on his face. “Okay. Well,” she looks at him from a few feet away. She can’t go near him, or she’ll want to stay. “I won’t be visiting you in prison, so have a nice life.”

She thinks he’s amused when he replies, “You, too.”

Hiyuki doesn’t get a visit from a night nurse, and she doesn’t think she missed her because nobody signed into her room. She wakes up to complete silence and a sore body. Her hand reaches between her thighs that are tender with ache, and she groans.

“Idiot,” she tells herself. “Idiot.”

She gets up to look for a roll of gauze in one of the drawers and redresses her healed injuries. Kamunabi hospital doctors take the business of healing seriously. They’ll most likely let her go later that day.

She sits at the edge of the bed, looking at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 8AM which means a crowd of Kamunabi officials are already in the building, ready to take Chihiro Rokuhira to prison.

An exasperated sigh leaves her mouth even if she doesn’t want to feel that way. She did it to herself. She was the one that went to look for him. Now she has to live with it even if it burns more than fire ever could.

There’s a knock at her door and she calls out, “Come in.” Azami walks in, dressed in his official robes. She doesn’t know him well enough to read his expressions, but he looks like he’s on a different plane of insanity known to man. “Did they take Chihiro already?” she asks, trying to sound uninterested.

“He’s missing.” She takes a few seconds to make sure she heard right. What sounds like a distant ringing shoots through her ears, and she feels lightheaded.

“What?”

“His handcuffs that could only be destroyed with sorcery are nowhere to be seen. Along with him.”

Fuck. She forgot about the handcuffs.

Wait.

He planned it. The little punk planned it!

“Hiyuki?” Azami asks. She realizes she’s frozen- almost with fear. This is her doing, and she can’t get caught. She needs to worry about herself first and Chihiro later. She puts on a face.

“After all I did to catch him, you guys let him go?” she yells, pointing a finger at him. “I’m literally hospitalized over this.” Azami’s hands fly up in defense, seeming scared of her. The guy already looks worried sick. Not as sick as he should look in Hiyuki’s opinion, but she doesn’t know him and his links to Chihiro.

Azami tells her, “He’s never been seen using sorcery other than with his swords, and those are missing. None of his allies have been seen in the city and definitely not in this hospital. We didn’t think we’d have to plant a guard right at his bed.” Hiyuki isn’t into exhibitionism anyways.

“You people are useless,” Hiyuki lies down, pretending to be extremely frustrated. She looks up at the ceiling and crosses her arms over her stomach. “Leave me out of this bullshit for at least a week. I need to consider if I’m really happy with the Kamunabi.”

If Azami has something else to say, he doesn’t say it. He leaves and soon as the door is shut and his footsteps have walks away, Hiyuki laughs out loud. She doesn’t know what to feel, but she indulges in the pleasure the entire situation brings her. She’ll deal with the fallout when it catches up to her.

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Hiyuki walks down the residential hallway with the charm in her hand. It’s a thick piece of red ribbon with a symbol written by an experienced sorcerer on it, and she hasn’t bothered to read it. She only knows that it’ll lead her to Chihiro.

The apartment building is in a small town, mostly elders and their adult children walking about. No noise comes through here and the last reported crime that needed Kamunabi intervention was seven years before the war even started. It’s the perfect place for Chihiro to hide out and return to when he’s done disrupting the Kamunabi’s lives for the afternoon.

She gets to the end of the hallway and with the charm, she’s able to walk through the wall others will see as a barrier. It leads her into a small space where a door that looks like the rest awaits her. It’s an unnumbered apartment, and she knows he’s there because she can feel it in her stomach. She knocks and waits.

The door opens and as much as she would’ve liked for his jaw to drop to the floor, it is Chihiro Rokuhira.

“You’re here,” he says as if he’s been expecting her.

“I’m here to arrest you,” she tells him.

“Okay,” he says and steps to the side. “Come in.” Hiyuki walks inside, the boots of her heels clicking on his tiled floor. It’s a studio apartment, and it’s kept very clean and organized. There is a lack of a personal touch that makes it baren, as if he’s ready to abandon it at any time.

She holds up her leg to him and tells him, “Help me take these off. You don’t know how much I’ve walked to get here.” Chihiro does like to obey. He gets down on one knee and pulls her boots off one by one for her. He places them next to his shoes while takes off her jacket and hangs it up. She walks into the middle of the room. A made full sized bed takes up most of a corner, and he doesn’t have a dining room set or even a television. His kitchen is small with a counter where he has two black stools. She doesn’t understand how he’s the most boring man in existence is causing them so much trouble.

“Do you want to sit?” he asks.

“On the floor?”

“I know you saw my chairs,” he points at the stools. He also has a bed, but he’s not as depraved as when he was naked. She’s trying to remember exactly what she did to get him to strip. It wasn’t that hard.

She does take a seat at one of the stools, and spins to face him. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and grey joggers. His signature coat is hung up on a wall hook in the corner, and it feels strange to see him without it if he’s not in a hospital gown or naked.  

“Why is this place so empty?” she asks.

“You know why.” She is smart.

“I guess. But what if you stay here for another 8 months. Don’t you at least want a plant or something? A poster of your favorite movie? Something to not make this place look so drab.”

“Well considering that I’m going to prison today, it’ll be easier for my friends to pack this place up.” He watches her closely, not moving from his stance. Her hands are getting antsy. She wants to tug him forward.

She replies, “I guess that is considerate of you. To always think ahead.” She glares at him, wondering if he gets what she means. If he remembers how he sabotaged her whole career by getting her to release him and destroy the handcuffs. But she can practically hear the air whooshing through his head where a brain is supposed to be.

“I hate moving,” he says. “And I do it often. Less is more.” She wonders what things he’s left behind on his several moves. It’s taken almost three months for her to finally track him down after his escape from the hospital. He’s had encounters with other Kamunabi officers because in exchange for her not quitting, they agreed to let her take a break from hunting down Chihiro.

The officers they sent after him simply weren’t as talented, so they still share the little bit of hints they have with her. She’s found this location about four times without telling them because she needs to find him herself. This is the first time the place isn’t empty.

“You don’t get bored in here?” she asks, looking around.

“I’m only here to sleep and eat. Then I leave.”

“I came at a good time then.”

“I just got injured last week,” he says nonchalantly. “I guessed you’d get here either today or tomorrow, and I was holding out for tomorrow, so I could rest a little more.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You know I’ve been tracking you?” He’s annoyingly good at sneaking away. It’d be easier to trap the shadow of a bat in a jar.

“Yeah. You leave a lot of trails behind.” She can feel her face grow red from the insult.

“I hate you. That’s why I do this,” she spits out. Chihiro smiles much to her displeasure. She doesn’t understand why he hasn’t tried to run away yet. She doesn’t have her shoes on, and his blade is only a few feet away next to his coat. The window is a possible exit as they’re only on the third floor, and she’s seen him survive higher falls with proficiency. Then she remembers what she glossed over because she’s trained to not care about people like that. “Where’s your injury.”

Chihiro lifts up the bottom of her shirt and shows her that the left side of his abdomen has a bandage. “I got stabbed.” Again, no concern in his voice whatsoever. “My friend healed me, but it still drained me. It took me a day to get to her.” She takes note that he has a healer friend. It makes sense as to why his injuries seem to go away without any hospital visits.

“Come here,” she motions him forward with her finger. Chihiro walks forward, keeping his shirt up when he’s in front of her. She palms the bandage carefully and asks, “Does it still hurt?”

“No. I’m fully healed.”

“Then why do you keep the bandage on?” She feels around the area, but he doesn’t twitch or get nervous. They’re too comfortable with each other.

“To remind myself to take it slow.”

“You do tend to overdo it,” Hiyuki tells him.

“I guess.” He doesn’t like her perceiving him just as much as she doesn’t like it when he notices things about her. What a vexing situation they've found themselves in. 

The bandages are crooked, and the application isn’t the best. Hiyuki is anything but a healer, but she at least knows her way around a roll of gauze. 

She asks, “Who applied your bandages? A child?”

“Yeah.” Hiyuki gives him a quizzical look. “The less you know, the better.”

“I’ll find out eventually.”

“I don’t doubt that.” She doesn’t let go of him, and his face is leveled out with hers. He’s intrigued by this. She knows he won’t make the first move, so she wonders how long he can go without her.

Her hand slides to his hip where she has a hold on it and makes tiny strokes with her thumb over an old scar her touch finds. She can’t read his face as much as she’d like to. He doesn’t move. His head is tilted, and his eyes wander over her face. He’s watching her. She guesses that he’s a little nervous.

Hiyuki asks him, “How did you get out of the hospital?”

“You let me go,” he says as if it were fact.

“Shut up, I did not,” she says and pinches his side. His smile is barely visible, but it’s there. She finds herself looking for it now because it makes her light up inside. It sucks. “I could’ve gotten fired over that, ya know?”

“I cleaned up the ashes, and I figured you’re a good liar. I knew you’d be okay,” he says. Hiyuki stills herself.

“You cleaned up the ashes?”

“I thought it would be obvious who let me go if I left them on the floor,” he said. “I don’t think they put a microscope to the floor anyways.”

“They didn’t. They were more concerned about making me stay after I threatened to quit.” Chihiro leans closer to her. He stands between her open thighs, and she watches him struggle to not get even closer to her. This feels too domestic for her, but she’s not putting a stop to it. She wonders what kind of life they could lead if they were not who they were.

“I heard you got a pay raise. You’re welcome.” Hiyuki flicks his forehead. “Ow.” She knows it didn’t hurt him.

Hiyuki asks, “Who is your informant?” She’s known for a while now that someone inside the Kamunabi leaks information to Chihiro, but she’s never been able to look into it too much. She’s only ever focused on tracking Chihiro down.

“Who is yours?” he asks.

“I hate talking to you. You give no new relevant information.” She hates how at peace he is and nothing she says cuts through to him. Not that she’s sure she wants it to. She used to want him captured, tied, maybe even dead. Now she’s not sure of anything. Her, Hiyuki, Miss Sure of Herself.

“What else do you need from me? You have me cornered. I can’t leave without a fight, and I’m injured. You could take me down right now if you wanted to,” he tells her while watching her lips. He wants to kiss her. They want to kiss each other. His hand is set in the middle of one of her thighs, and she moves her hand on top of his. He turns his over to hold hers gently, somewhat gracelessly. Neither of them is used to this type of doting on. Maybe that’s why they’re so curious about it.

She asks, “It was a long way to get here. I’m going to rest and then I’ll arrest you.”

“It’s pretty boring in here.” His lips are borderline on top of hers. He moves closer to her as she stays perfectly still, and she finds herself holding her breath. When did she turn into a teenage girl kicking her feet over a boy?

She whispers on his skin, “I’ll find a way to pass the time.”

“I’ll join you.” His eyes look at hers through a moment of hesitation, and she struggles to read what’s going on in his mind. She wishes she could cut him open and lay him out like a puzzle before putting him back together. She lets him kiss her instead.

It’s soft. His lips slot against hers and move at the pace of clouds carried by the atmosphere. She lets him take control of the situation, and the heat on her face spreads through her entire body in a way that doesn’t burn. It only warms her. He holds her hand the entire time. This doesn’t feel like it’s only about sex anymore.

When did she lose sight of herself? Or is this the her she’s never allowed to be held? It makes something in her chest long for the fulfillment she’ll never have. She doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

She places a hand on the back of his neck and tugs him in closer. But he pulls away then, still in her grip as he looks at her curiously.

“You seem tense,” he tells her. It makes her feel worse. She hates being known- especially by him of all people. She thinks about saying something snarky, something that might push him off or at least draw a harsh line that might make him think she’s only there for the warm body that belongs to someone who runs as hot as hers.

“Help me unwind,” she asks of him. She wants to feel good. She wants to stop thinking. Chihiro presses his nose into her cheek and nods. His hand lets go of hers before wrapping his arm behind her knees and propping her over his shoulder. She’d complain any other day but for now, she lets herself be carried and be set on the end of the bed.

She watches him take his shirt off in one swift movement before he crawls over her and kisses her again. His hand goes under the end of her t-shirt and rubs at her stomach. His hand has gotten softer due to his hiatus, and she’s not sure if she prefers that rougher feeling that comes with handling his sword. She brushes her hands up his back until one reaches the back of his head. She leaves her hand in his hair and feels as his fingers keep traveling upwards to where her bra is. He sneaks them under the wire and grabs at her breast, making her arch lightly into him.

It's getting hot. She imagines her high body temperature feels amazing when he’s inside of her, but she gets uncomfortable fast if she’s still in her clothes. He must feel her heating up because he manages to unclasp her bra with a single hand (after a few tries; he’s still a loser), and he guides her to remove her shirt as well. She unbuttons her pants and kicks them off with her socks to the floor as well, leaving her in her underwear.

The best way to describe him then is that he’s observing her. She doesn’t like being looked at like that when it’s still light out. She’d rather be seen as a piece of meat than to be seen under such a heavy, implicational gaze. She pulls his head down and starts to kiss him, trying to gain control of the situation. She can’t have this turn into a love fest because it’s anything but that. It’s only intense and hazardous lust that’s been blurred by trying to kill each other for so long and also working together to stay alive.

His tongue feels hot in her mouth, and she disregards his injury to wrap her legs around his waist. She can feel how hard he is as he presses against her, and she’s feeling faint from her temperature shooting up so fast. She grinds against him, and a sharp breath leaves their mouths. They don’t have to be quiet here, and she wonders how loud he can truly get.

His hand goes to her cheek and forehead, and he’s not hiding that he’s evaluating her temperature. He feels it, too. He breaks the kiss to ask her, “Were you this hot last time?”

“No,” she says, trying not to sound out of breath. She’s remembering the last time her body temperature got so unbearable during sex, and she’s not liking the connections. She was enamored with that person. That’s not the case here, so she’s not sure why she so warm. “Am I burning you?” She’s going to mark him red.

“I’m okay. But it feels like you have a fever,” he says. She hates how caring he naturally is. It makes it difficult to just screw him and scram.

She shrinks away from his eye contact and unwraps her legs from him. “It’s fine.” She brushes her hair out of her face and feels how moist her forehead is. “It just happens during sex sometimes. Not sick or anything. It’s just like. A heat.” She wondered if he’d see her as some wild beast, but she immediately knew that he would never think lowly of her. “Don’t feel special,” she snaps at him when she sees him smile. “It happens randomly.” She knows it’s not random. He’s not a dumb rock, either.

He seems amused, and as much as it ticks her off, he is handsome. Her face can’t possibly get any hotter, but her stomach lurches in unrest as he dips down to kiss her neck. She sinks into the feeling. It’s going to happen anyways. She might as well enjoy every second of it.

He sucks at her neck, and it feels too good to slap him off and call him a leech. His hand fondles her chest, and her body starts to get worked up again every second that goes by and his weight presses down on her. She’s grown wetter, and her core tightens up with anticipation. The heat is making it worse, but she likes that it’s slowly turning off her brain. She wants to rest. She wants to pass the time with him.

Chihiro has definitely left a mark, and she’ll scold him about that later. Right now, he slips off her underwear with the pull of his finger and tosses it where the rest of their clothes lay. His face hovers over hers as his thumb swipes over her wet slit, and she feels herself shake in anticipation. Her body is acting as if she’ll die if he doesn’t penetrate her now, and her eyes are starting to water.

Was it always this bad? She tries to remember the only time she ever got heated up like this, but it’s too many years ago. She’s been after Chihiro for months with the subconscious goal of stripping down with him again. The long wait must’ve been the reason.

She moans when his index finger enters her easily. He watches her through yearnful gaze, and he slides his finger in and out at a slow pace. Hiyuki holds his face in her hands, starting to understand why he likes looking at her so much. It feels like she’s losing a grip on herself because of how intense the eye contact is, and she’s okay with it. She lets go.

He starts using two fingers, and the stretch makes tiny moans leave her throat as he starts to thrust them in. With her hands still holding his face, her thumb enters his mouth, and he starts to suck on it. He might be on top of her, but this has always really been her show. She pushes her thumb against his tongue as his fingers start to curl in against g spot, and her hips start to rock against his wrist.

Chihiro is such a needy person. One of his legs settles itself between Hiyuki’s and he grinds his clothed cocked against her as he fingers her. Hiyuki shoves his face against her chest, and he immediately takes a nipple in his mouth, moaning into the supple skin. Her hand wraps around the back of his head, and she keeps him in place as she fucks down onto her fingers. She’s not going to be able to do this for much longer. Her body is starting to burn, and Chihiro’s own skin is turning pink from the fire of it all. Even with the sweat forming on his body, he doesn’t complain and sucks at her chest and twists his fingers inside of her.

When she her orgasm starts building, and her walls start tightening around his fingers, she knows she needs to stop it. Once she’s out, she’ll be out for a while.

“Condom,” she tells him through a raspy moan. “Put one on.” Chihiro stops moving completely, and she realizes that he most likely doesn’t have one in his bat cave. “You were expecting me and didn’t think to get condoms? Didn’t think you’d get lucky again?”

He pulls his fingers out of her and stares up at her at an angle from her chest. His face is flushed, and the parts of his skin that were pressed down on her body are redder than the rest. It’s kinda hot to see him look so burned and pathetic.

“I don’t buy my own supplies,” he tells her. “Can’t really put that on the list.”

“I’m just just messing with ya. There’s one on the inside pocket of my boot,” she grins. “Go grab it.” Chihiro doesn’t need to be told twice. Although, he does place a kiss on her chest before getting up.

When he comes back, he grabs the back of one of her thighs and drags her towards the end of the bed. She suppresses the urge to giggle and instead sits up, asking him to put the condom in her hands. He obliges and then removes his pants and boxers, leaving both of them naked.

His hard cock is in front of her as he waits for her to slip on the protection. His face has a cute look of desperation, like he needs to fuck her soon or he’s going to fall apart. If she weren’t about to hit a record body temperature, she’d tease him for a lot longer. Maybe she can do that on another occasion- given that he’s not in prison.

She puts the condom on him and then lays back, with her legs splayed open for him. It does feel better when she doesn’t overthink it all.

Chihiro stays standing and adjusts her body to be at the end of the bed where he is able to start pushing into her. They both let out debauched moans at the same time as his tips breaks through her, and they lock their eyes with one another’s.

“Fuck me,” she tells him. “I need it now.” He is obedient, and in one purposeful thrust, he fills her up.

He’s breathless as he tells her, “You’re so hot.” His half lidded eyes look down at her as he starts to thrust, trying to keep a sweet pace. Hiyuki doesn’t need sweet right now as much as it makes her feel good. She needs to stop thinking completely.

She motions him forward, and he leans over her body, still standing as he pushes into her. She’s able to grab him by the back of his neck and trickle his face with her hot breath. “Stop holding back.” Something breaks in Chihiro’s demeanor, and he becomes a rutting wash out that starts banging into her with no exact rhythm or thoughts. She whines like a hurting animal as the thrusts become too fast for her to keep up with, but she loves how fulfilled she feels. She’s so wet that the sounds can be heard throughout the studio, and her body and Chihiro’s are so red that it reminds her of peppers.  

Chihiro’s own loud moans are filling the space around them, and gritting her teeth only does so much to placate the noises coming out of her body. She reaches her arms over his neck again and demands a kiss from him. His strength is admirable as he holds himself up with one arm, thrusts into her at a speed that will satisfy them both, and still wrestles her tongue with his. She doesn’t know where to grab him from. Her hands stroke his shoulders and his face and parts of his chest as they engage in the kiss. She understands why her body did what it did.

She’s becoming too uncoordinated to keep her legs wrapped around his waist, but she trusts that he will keep her full. Her hands fall back behind her, and she’s unable to keep up with the kiss. He looks down at her, wanting her. His forehead presses against hers as he keeps fucking her and certain, harsh thrust has tears spilling out of the corner of her eyes. This is going to be so embarrassing in the morning.

“Oh fuck,” she’s barely able to say through her breaking groans. “I’m gonna cum soon.” Chihiro pulls out briefly to move her in the middle of the bed so that her legs are no longer hanging off before he climbs her again and enters her. Without missing a beat, he fucks into her with his full weight crashing down into her. She wraps her arms  and legs tightly around him and starts crying through her moans, the hot tears running back to the bed sheets. “Yesyesyes.”

Chihiro moans next to her ear, exasperated but still moving like she might go away. Her hands nails start to scratch his back. She can only cuss so many times. Her wet cunt pulses tightly around him, and she doesn’t warn him, but she knows that he knows. He kisses her neck, unable to slow down his thrusts as she comes undone, shaking and moaning loudly through her orgasm. He has her so secured under him that she isn’t able to get away from the overload of pleasure. He stays inside her, and she can hear him whimper as her body temperature shoots up one more time, and the sudden overbearing heat causes him to cum with her.

His thrusts get slower but harder as they ride out their orgasms together, and she’s become exhausted and speechless. He’s still kissing her neck, and she’s having difficulty catching her breath with his entire body pressed down against her. She quivers for a few moments longer, her mind feeling like a white screen.

She’s not sure how much time passes before he pulls out of her. She’s wiped out, and she’s finally cooling down. He stays on top of her for a little while longer, and she thinks that he’s fallen asleep until she feels him press a kiss against her neck again. She makes a guess that it’s the same spot he marked and has been obsessed with for the last who knows how long.

“Get off me,” she tells him. He lets out a single noise of complaint, but he does roll off of her. She immediately starts to miss the warmth of his body. “Never mind. Come back here.” He’s very compliant, and she unfortunately really likes that. He doesn’t get on top of her again, but he does wrap his arm underneath her waist and pulls her into his body where their legs tangle up with one another. “I might sleep for a full day. It happened the last time I went through this heat thing.” She hopes he doesn’t ask any questions about it because she barely knows about her own body.

“And then you’ll arrest me?”

“And then I’ll arrest you.” Did she even bring handcuffs?

“Okay.” He kisses that damned spot again, but they don’t move or speak anymore. If he gets up at some point, it’s when she’s fast asleep.

She wakes up in intervals throughout the day and night. Sometimes he’s next to her and sometimes he’s not. At some point, he even manages to get her in one of his t-shirts without waking her up. She smells it when she notices it and then proceeds to knock out again. She wants to stay asleep for as long as possible so that when she wakes up and he’s not there anymore, she’s not surprised.

But she is surprised when she is finally able to wake up fully rested, and he’s making a meal for them. She sits up and finds her clothes washed and folded at the end of the bed next to a fresh towel. Oh, she’s so fucked.

They don’t say anything when she finally stands up and goes to use his bathroom. It’s very clean in there, but she’s not surprised considering the rest of his place. She wonders if he also scrubbed it down while she was asleep.

She walks out, drying her hair with the towel and finds that he’s already set up the two plates for them. She’s never shared a meal with him. She’s only shared meals with one person she’d had sex with. It feels like she’s been rebooted somehow. She doesn’t like it. She feels the urge to run.

Chihiro asks her from his kitchen counter, “Are the Kamunabi going to send out a search party for you soon?”

“If they don’t hear from me in a week, they might consider it. They think I’m indestructible.” She sits at the edge of the bed, draping the towel around her shoulders. Her coat and boots are together by the entrance. He really keeps the place neat. She imagines he would’ve switched out the sheets already if she hadn’t been sleeping on them.  

“Are you?” he asks. “Indestructible.”

“I haven’t died yet, so I guess it’s a valid theory.” Hiyuki yawns and stretches out her arms. She can hear Chihiro chuckle. It’s always strange to hear him laugh because she always thought him incapable of doing that. He’s hot to his core, too. Not that icy demeanor crap he tries to play off. But his type of warm is hot chocolate warm- annoyingly sweet. Still good, though. As much as a criminal as he was, she knew he wasn’t bad. And that made everything, including this, so much more difficult.

“You’re still tired?”

“You know when you’re sick, and you sleep it off, but you still feel kinda crappy afterwards? I’m gonna feel like crap for a week.”

“Is it my fault?” he asks.

“No, quit thinkin’ that!” she scolds him. “I told you, it’s random.” It will likely never happen again as long as she has sex with only him and not another person. This was her only second time experiencing it, and she has a few unfortunate working theories about that she can’t share with him. She’d rather prove she’s not indestructible.

She knows he doesn’t believe her, but he doesn’t refute her answer. “Do you want to stay and eat, or do you have somewhere to be?” As if she could reject him. Realistically, she should be arresting him right now. But she doesn’t feel like doing that today. She’ll put it off for a little while longer.

“I could eat.”

Chapter Text

“You should quit the Kamunabi,” Chihiro tells Hiyuki while she’s riding him. His hand has a stone grip on her thigh, and she looks down at him with her mouth half agape, now from disbelief.

“What?” She sits motionless on top of him, Chihiro still inside of her. Is she so boring that he thinks about her becoming unemployed mid-fuck? “What the hell is wrong with you?” She leans down to be nose to nose with him, looking in his eyes to search for a sign that there is light in there. Maybe she did kill him one of those times long ago, and he’s just a walking corpse.

His hand moves up to squeeze at her breast, and she winces, struggling to keep both eyes opened. “I think you should quit.”

“And then what? I become your housewife?” He always says things that catch her off guard that for once she wants to see him try to curl up and hide. It doesn’t work, though. He’s unphased.

“You can only make spaghetti,” Chihiro reminds her of her subpar cooking skills. “But no. You don’t like your job.” His warm breath hits her lips when he speaks. He smells good all the time to her. Definitely still alive.

“I don’t talk to you about my job,” she says, her voice starting to rise. She’s not sure if she’d get angry at this suggestion outside of sex, but it’s very difficult to think straight when she’s keeping his cock warm. He’s covered in a sheen of sweat even if her body hasn’t gotten as hot as the one time she went through the heat. She knows that he feels good, though, because he’s twitching inside of her.

Chihiro tells her, “You do. While you’re sleeping.” She rolls her eyes. Chihiro discovering she’s a sleep talker because she’s been spending full nights with him is already full of implications. She doesn’t want him to listen to her.

“Okay. And if I don’t quit?”

“Nothing changes.” He says it so blankly, but she’s starting to know him better than she’d like.

“Nothing changes in a good way or in a bad way?”

“Who says it has to be good or bad?” She can’t stand him. She should’ve killed him ages ago. Though, she thinks this every time. She could have at least sent him to jail. She huffs, placing her lips against his without kissing him. Both sets of lips are chapped from all the kissing they’ve done during her stay. Sometimes she can taste blood when she sucks on his bottom lip too hard.

“Can we not have this conversation while you’re hard inside of me?”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Do you?” She was feeling good, amazing even, but he’s over here thinking about what she does outside of his various hideouts. This is the fifth place she’s found him in. The Kamunabi isn’t getting close to finding him, and Hiyuki has found him each time without him saying where he’s going. 

“No.”

“Then stop spewing bullshit and fuck me,” she almost whines about it, but he seems to get the memo for once. He puts his hand on her muscled back and flips her to be under him. Her legs wrap around his torso as he bends down to kiss her, starting to thrust into her in the angle that she has grown to like.

He buries his face in the crook of her neck, his groans vibrating against the skin of her neck while her hands smooth over his back. She squeezes around him as he fills her, and she’s starting to forget that she was annoyed with him.

She’s not one to praise him but a quick, “Yes like that,” leaves her mouth, and it’s followed by a harder thrust against her g spot that knocks a loud, shudder out of her. He gets too focused on making her noisy sometimes, and it makes her nervous. But it’s the kind of nervousness that includes anticipation because she loves coming when he’s inside of her. She will be satiated, and he will make a sweet expression as her cunt squeezes around him.

Work makes her so stressed, and her stressor is here, fucking it out of her. It’s a horrible cycle.

He presses kisses at her neck, no longer allowed to leave her hickeys above the collarbone. Her chest is littered in them in exchange, and even if she thinks they’re trashy looking, it feels too good receiving them to pull him off. He’s learned her.

He never complains about the scratches she leaves on his back, but she knows they sting him when he showers, so she’s stopped leaving them. Instead, she presses her fingers as hard as she can into the ridges of his spine like she’s doing now, sounds of satisfaction arising from her mouth entering his ear directly. He’s never admitted to getting turned on by her moaning, but he bucks ferally into her just to make her whine more when she gets too quiet. Sometimes she stays quiet on purpose when he’s been too gentle for her taste.

They don’t last much longer once both their moans start ringing through the room. He’s hiding in a very echoey room that week, full of tile and cold unless they’re having sex and keeping each other warm. Chihiro kisses her hard as he plunges inside her one final time, gritting his teeth as he cums, holding onto the back of her neck for support. Hiyuki won’t admit that watching and hearing him cum is what pushes her over because he sounds and looks so hot. She starts to quiver with him, allowing him to hear one clear moan. His usual stone face melds into something she can almost call pretty, and he still tries to look at her through it, his eyes glistening along with his skin.

He puts his entire weight on her as he rests, his breathing staggered from the come down. Hiyuki is still trembling from her own orgasm, hugging him as he softens up inside her. She can’t keep her eyes open anymore, and she finds herself kissing his ear before falling asleep. She’ll pretend she never did that in the morning.

She wakes up with Chihiro’s head on her chest. He probably got off of her some time ago, and she can tell he wiped them off because there’s a towel on the nightstand. He’s awake, his fingers stroking the abs on her stomach.

She asks him, “Did I talk in my sleep?” He looks up at her, seeming to perk up now that she’s awake. It makes her feel bad as much as it makes her feel content- almost fulfilled.

“Not this time,” he says. He’s not a liar which means she has said things about work in her sleep, and he wasn’t trying to make her a housewife. If anything, with the way he’s cooked and cleaned for her, she’s thought about putting him in a frilly apron. Not that’s she’s mentioned that fantasy to anyone or will do anything about it. He’s extremely vanilla even when they’re hungrily tearing into each other’s clothes and skin. It makes it harder for her to look at it as just sex.

She rubs her eyes and asks him, “Do you still think I should still quit my job or was it just you being bored in the middle of sex?”

“I wasn’t bored,” he says. He moves up so he’s laying his head on the pillow next to her. She misses his head on her chest, but she knows he also feels some sense of shame for getting too affectionate with her. They’ve been cuddling more, but it’s not something either of them wants to acknowledge and they both try to play it off as an after effect of sex and sleep. “But I’ve been thinking you should quit since the day in the hospital.”

“Why? Truly, why?” she asks. She’s never done anything else. She was freshly eighteen when they recruited her. She was even younger when they discovered her and kept an eye on her because they knew of her tremendous potential. She was only nineteen when she learned what it was like to kill.

“You’ve outgrown them.”

Hiyuki can’t imagine life outside of the Kamunabi. What she’s doing here with Chihiro is betraying them and her country directly. She’s not delusional enough to even try and find loopholes around that. But she’s never considered leaving as an option.

“What makes you say that?” Her voice is quiet and low. It reminds her of when she was a child asking her parents why other children didn’t want to play with her.

Chihiro reminds her, “You haven’t arrested me. Or killed me. This shows me that you have doubts in what they stand for and what they order you to do.”

“Maybe I’m just tired of being their complacent little soldier, and it has nothing to do with you.” He’s got her cornered. She’s grown to despise the Kamunabi ever since that damn auction a long time back. Since then, she’s been moving mission to mission, questioning every single order in her head. It’s become this big ball of self awareness she can’t keep ignoring, or it’ll trample her over.

“It’s all the same, isn’t it?” Chihiro tells her.

She purses her lips and then sighs. “I guess it is.” Hiyuki does something she doesn’t allow herself to do often, but she stops caring. She drapes herself over Chihiro’s body and places her cheek on his chest where she can hear his heartbeat start to go up. He puts his arm around her, and he doesn’t say anything or question it. Whatever this is, they can address it when she’s not committing a crime by letting his heart keep going.

“What are you thinking about?” Chihiro asks her. She can still lie to him. She’s tired of talking about the Kamunabi. She comes here to forget about all of that.

“Does the person who brings you supplies not ask why you’re asking for double rations?”

“He asked, but I didn’t tell him.”

“Was it your Kamunabi informant?”

“No,” Chihiro says. “We don’t talk directly.” Hiyuki can’t help but raise an eyebrow. She’s been trying to figure out who’s his inside informant since before the night in the hospital. Back then, she would’ve turned them in the second she got confirmation of the name. Now, she’s just as bad as them. Worse, even.

She asks, “Why doesn’t that person quit?”

“Probably the same reasons you don’t,” he says. “It’s hard to break out from the mold you were poured into.” Sometimes Chihiro says very poetic things that strike Hiyuki as strange. Almost like he only learned how to have conversations from grammar books and old movies because he wasn’t socialized enough as a kid with people his age.

She huffs. “All Kamunabi folk are the same.”

“I don’t think you’re like them at all,” Chihiro says. “You don’t see things in black and white. That’s why you’re here.” She feels too small to look at him. It feels like buildings inside of her are collapsing, and he’s the bulldozer.

It’s quiet the way she asks, “Why do you think I’m here?”

“I don’t know.” It’s funny to hear him say that when he seems to know everything. “Do you know?”

She harbors reasons inside of her, but she can’t get herself to admit that they’re there, sprouting beside the rubble. “Not really.”

“Do you like finding me?” She’s not sure how literally he means that. She sits up and swings a leg over his lap, sitting down on his legs. He stays laying down, looking up at her with his hand on her thigh where it seems to belong.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she tells him. She can tell he’s not satisfied with the answer. He doesn’t even fake a smile. Still, he doesn’t say anything in retortion. It’s unlike him to not push her into uncomfortable situations and conversations, but he looks tired. She’s worn him out. His running is also wearing him down. He was spotted near another enchanted blade the week before. They almost assigned Hiyuki back on the job, but she refused to do it. She hasn’t told Chihiro that.

Hiyuki leans down into his face to study it, and he suddenly becomes very aware of their naked bodies. There’s a blush growing on his face, and when she puts her hand over his heart, it palpitates against her fingers scarred from battles.

The sensation wrecks the final building inside of her, and she scrambles off of him and the bed.

She tells him as she starts picking up her clothes from the floor, “I have to go. I’ll find you later.”

Chihiro is sat up now, looking very confused. “So soon?” Twelve hours was soon to him.

“Yeah.” She slips on her undergarments and then her pants. When she starts buttoning up her shirt, she looks at Chihiro’s whose eyes were wide. He doesn’t look like he believes she’ll come back. “Stay here.” She thinks about what she’s going to do. “Maximum two days just in case I catch a tail on me and can’t shake it off.”

She’s never asked that of him before. She can always find him no problem, and the Kamunabi isn’t even looking in this part of Japan for him. But she feels like it’s the only way she can guarantee him that she’ll return.

“Okay. I’ll wait for you.” It’s not a promise until Hiyuki walks over and kisses him goodbye. The city inside her has flattened. Grounds for something new.

Hiyuki quits her job. It causes a scandal, people chase her out of the office begging, and she ignores them. She heads in the direction of her own apartment where she locks the door and slides down to the floor.

She puts her hands through her hair.

“What the fuck did I just do?” she starts laughing.

She feels free. She was so tethered, and she ran a blade through the rope. And still.

What did she do?

She takes a day and a half to return back to Chihiro. She’s left her phone in her apartment just in case they try to track her, and she only tells Tafuku she’s taking a vacation so they know she’s not dead. She knocks on the door of the hidden apartment when Chihiro answers.

“Are you okay?” is the first thing he asks her. She shrugs before she steps inside, and he locks the door behind them. There is an attempt to be normal and casual, but she’s clearly failing when Chihiro is looking at her with wide eyes. “Hiyuki.” He places his hand on her waist, and she can barely even look at him.  

This all feels so stupid. It always felt so stupid because it makes her feel weak. It makes her feel like she’s offering her neck to the enemy and telling them to go ahead and cut.

She tells him in one go, “I quit the Kamunabi.” Chihiro seems surprised to hear it as if he wasn’t the one that suggested it. His hand tightens on her. It feels safe.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I can breathe,” she admits. “But also like the hard part just started.”

He says, “It probably did.” She smacks her lips and shakes his hand off her.

“That’s not helpful at all!”

“I don’t want to lie to you.” He’s never lied to her. Hiyuki steps closer to him and rests her forehead on his shoulder, closing her eyes. If there was a headache coming in, his presence seems to scare it away. He places his hand on her back and holds her there in the quiet.

Hiyuki tells him, “If I couldn’t be seen with you before, it’s going to be worse now.”

She doesn’t expect him to say, “We’ll be careful like we’ve always been.” It doesn’t even feel like they’ve been doing this for months now.

“You’re going to keep letting me find you?” she asks him.

He says, in his voice that rings with fondness, “As long as you’re still looking for me.”

She tilts her head and presses her cheek against his shoulder, inching her lips closer to his neck. She leans up and kisses his ear, and a satisfied hum leaves his mouth.

“You always kiss me there,” he tells her. “Right before you fall asleep.” She hates how much he takes note of things because it makes her heart do a spin. She bites at his ear for a second and when she releases, he murmurs an, “Ow.” She knows it didn’t hurt, though.

She asks him, “Are you going to get into more fights with the Kamunabi now?”

“Probably.” Shameless brat. She’s not surprised though. “What are you going to do?”

“I have a buddy that will hook me up in a job in victim wellness. The Kamunabi ignoring the families affected by the criminals we go after has always bothered me.” She thinks of all the children she took out of buildings wrapped in blankets who had to live their lives as if they weren’t displaced and traumatized. She thinks of the teenagers who weren’t tried as adults but were still scorn by society for a few dumb mistakes. “I need to make up for a few years of guilt now.”

Chihiro starts to stroke the end pieces of her hair with the tips of his fingers. He tells her, “I think you’ll be happy doing that.”

Hiyuki says, “I hope so. I know I just quit, but I hate doing nothing.” As if she wasn’t spending her days off doing nothing with Chihiro in these little studios.

“You should rest for a while before you start,” he tells her.

“And do what? Stay with you in this cold ass room?” she asks.

“Yeah. Or we can go to my next hideout together.”

“See,” she parts from him and points a finger at his face, “you were trying to make me a housewife.” She places her hands on her hips as he watches his eyes go up to the ceiling. “Well, how disappointing for you, I only know how to make spaghetti.”

Chihiro shakes his head and tells her, “I just think you should take at least a week off before jumping into something new. You already look better that you’re free from them.”

“Was I ugly before?”

“Never,” he cuts in. It comes out of his mouth too fast, and his cheeks start getting rosy, telling her that he didn’t mean to compliment her like that. But he keeps it. “You’ve always been beautiful.”

Hiyuki is the one looking away from him now, her red face pointed at the stupid, shiny tile. It mocks her with their dark clothes reflecting off of it. She’s momentarily worried that her clothes are going to catch on fire from how hard she is blushing.

“You’re annoying,” she spats at him, and she can hear him chuckle under his breath. His laugh is always so quiet, often just one steady breath, but she can hear it because she searches for it. “But you’re nice. And I.” This is so humiliating, but she digs for the courage to meet his red eyes. “I like that about you. Along with other things.” He’s smiling at her, reaching forward to grab her hand. She lets herself be pulled in and kissed.

He lifts her up in his arm, and she lets herself be carried to his bed. They carefully undress each other until they’re completely bare with flushed skin, naked and wide eyed with unapologetic affection. For once Hiyuki doesn’t feel like she’d laying with a guillotine blade over her head.

She’s sitting on his lap and kissing him, taking her time, and feeling out the scars on his body that she’s become familiar with. There’s two fading on his stomach at this moment, and he lets her caress them as he kisses her softly. His hand roams up and down her back, sometimes resting at the nape of her neck where his hands run through the ends of her hair. It’s peaceful.

Chihiro leans back to lay down with his head on the pillow and motions her forward by pulling the back of her thigh forward. She raises an eyebrow at him to see if he really means what he’s implying, and he nods.

She tells him, “I’m going to suffocate and kill you.”

“You won’t kill me,” he tells her. “Please.” Him asking so nicely it makes her heart pound loudly in her chest.

“You’re such a beggar,” she rolls her eyes. But she indulges him and crawls up, grabbing at the bed’s headboard to steady herself over his head. His hand goes over the small of her back and pushes her cunt down on his mouth where he starts eating her out. He swipes his tongue through her slit, Hiyuki letting out a breathy sigh. She tries to not put all her weight on him by leaning up, but he’s the one that pulls her down more on him. A moan leaves her mouth at the display of force.

Both of her hands have a grip on the bed as she looks down and meets his eyes. They’re half lidded and red, and his tongue seems to know her so well. She tries to hold back her voice but sometimes, it’s hard to when it all just feels so good.

She rolls her hips against his face slightly, and he seems to do fine with the movement, so she continues to do so. She moves against his tongue, holding on tighter to the frame and watching her knuckles turn white because eye contact is too much.

Her chest is starting to rise as her breathing become harsher as he starts sucking on her clit, making her thighs twitch. He keeps a good grip on her, not allowing her to get away even by even an inch. He moves her up slightly and pushes his tongue inside her, Hiyuki unable to keep in a short, pitched wail. She thinks about telling him to fuck off, but she can’t really speak right now.

She’s unsure how many minutes go by, but her skin is sweating, and she’s starting to shake too much for her liking. The bastard’s ego is going to get too inflated. It doesn’t help that she’s getting louder, and all the noise is bouncing off the tile like it came with a stereo system.

It’s getting to be too much, and she whispers, out of breath, “I’m gonna cum.” Those words always motivate him to work faster, and she can’t help but wonder if his jaw hurts when it suddenly hits her. “Oh, fuck!” She rides his face, shaking out the hard orgasm as it ripples through her, grinding her teeth hard to keep herself from screaming. He holds her down and when she’s coming down from the high, he starts her back up again with another swipe of his tongue.

It takes everything to not jump off him, but she lets him do as he pleases with her. It’s rare that she lets him, and if he wants to eat her out continuously, who is she to say no?

“Chihiro,” she finds herself moaning. They both freeze for exactly one second at the same time because she’s never moaned out his name, but he shakes it off and keeps going. Hiyuki realizes she can’t get any more pathetic and just lets herself go. She whines out loud and tells him how good it feels until she’s riding out another orgasm on his wet face.

He laps her up gently this time until she’s ready to get off of him. Like a baby animal learning how to walk, she’s barely able to throw her other leg over to the other side before crashing in a pile of limbs next to him. He’s smiling, and it’s pissing her off.

“I hate you so much,” she tells him in case he’s forgotten, reaching forward to squish his cheeks that are coated with her. Chihiro doesn’t say anything about it, and he just looks at her and smiles. She pulls her hand back into her body that’s curled up against its own heat.

He asks, “Do you want to get under the blanket?” She nods, and he grabs the large black blanket that they tend to kick off to the side and puts it over both of their naked bodies. He gets closer to her and kisses her cheek, Hiyuki making a disgruntled face.

“Haven’t you torn me up enough?” she asks him. She can feel how hard his cock is as it presses against her thigh, and she inches closer to him, putting pressure on it to pin it against himself.

He asks her, “Do you want to sleep?” Hiyuki is tired, but she’s not wiped out yet. She reaches forward and wraps her hand around him, the sudden movement making him twitch against her fingers.

“No. I want you inside me, still,” she whispers to him, able to look him in the eyes again. Chihiro’s face is red with embarrassment, and it pleases her. She pumps her hand around him a few times, watching how little breaths leave his mouth and how wide with want his eyes get. She smiles cunningly, appreciating that it’s just as easy to get him to come undone. “Grab a condom.”

He never has to be told twice. He reaches over to the nightstand, which is a new addition, and takes one out of a pile she brought over. Hiyuki watches him while she’s balled up under the blanket again, aching to have him inside as tired as she is already.

He gets back under the blanket beside her and grabs her hip, turning her around to spoon her. She’s glad he can read her body and accept that she’s not going to be doing anymore riding.

“Ready?” he asks her and kisses the nape of her neck. She nods and feels himself aligned himself with her, his hand being used to lift up her leg. He enters her slowly, Hiyuki wincing as he stretches her open. She’s plenty lubricated, and it doesn’t hurt, but she’s still sensitive. “You okay?” he asks her, halfway through.

“Yeah,” she tells him quietly. “Just. You might just have to do all the work here.”

He kisses her ear and says, “I’m used to that.”

“You’re so annoying and a liar,” she murmurs to him, too tired to turn around and shove him off of her. Plus, it’s starting to feel good.

Chihiro is amused but still he tells her, “Just tell me to stop if it’s too much.” Hiyuki would never do that, but she just nods before feeling him continue to push inside of her.

It’s real bliss.

She does her best to keep her legs open for him as he thrusts into her, holding her by her stomach. She hands follow his, and she locks her fingers with his, holding him tight. It’s all about being held these days. She’s not sure she recognizes herself anymore. But she’s happy. She likes this dance they dance. She likes this game they play together. She likes him- overwhelmingly so.

He's already moaning in her ear, rutting hard against her. The hard slams against her make her eyes roll back, Hiyuki completely unable to keep her moaning to herself. It makes Chihiro happy. Their fingers hold each other tighter as she starts fucking back on him, and the notion makes him more excited. Her eyes fall shut as he fills her up, pulls out, and then rams back inside.

She’s not sure how it happens or when it happens as she’s basically half dozed off already, numb from all the pleasure, but she’s laying down on her stomach. Chihiro hovers over her and starts pushing in again, now pushing directly again her g spot. Hiyuki comes under him, and she can hear Chihiro breathing in and out, trying not to cum as she squeezes around him.

Her mind is checked out and all that exists is him and their bodies. He starts fucking her again, Hiyuki hiding her cries by biting down on the pillow. She can feel Chihiro kiss her neck and shoulders, ramming into her at a purposeful pace, making her thighs quake from how good it feels to be held like this.

She’s not sure how many more mini orgasms she has from the penetration before Chihiro himself is coming, moaning into Hiyuki’s skin and trembling with her. He doesn’t lay down on top of her, but pulls out and flops down besides her. Hiyuki turns into his body, trying to catch her breath and ignoring how hot it is in favor of getting closer to him. She puts her head on his chest, and she can feel him kiss the top of her head.

He tells her, “I need to go clean up.”

“Hurry back.” She’ll eat those words when she wakes up. She allows him to get up, and she stays under the blanket, waiting for him.

Chihiro comes back eventually, and he’s the one that slides in close to her this time, laying his head on her chest. She holds him in both arms, feeling satiated. For the first time in her life, the weight of the world isn’t on her shoulders. She starts to doze off, playing with his hair and feeling how his fingers drum on her thighs until they’re both asleep.