When hearts Collide

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Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it's not even seven AM

You're feeling the rush
of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in.

Hurry up then
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you

And you need to heal
The hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in,
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in,
And carry you over to a new morning

Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast

It's hand in your hand
A shadow over your
A beggar for soul in your face

Still it don't matter
If you won't listen
If you won't let them follow you

You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don't look behind

Day after day
Fickle visions
Messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious

Sleep - Poets of the Fall


“Yu…”

A voice called to him. Sweet, lilting. Hated.

“Yu…”

Kanda came awake finding himself chained to a cold, hard wall. The room was dimly lit with spiraled candles floating around him. He knew this place. Allen, Lenalee and Lavi had spoken of it. Road’s domain.

He notcied then that he was naked, stripped bare, arm and legs confined. Mugen missing. His long hair was loose, pooling around him on the floor.

“Finally” Kyria said, her tone bored and impatient.

“I’m going to kill you” he said softly.

She smiled then, “Oh I don’t think you will”. She stalked closer to him, kneeling to straddle his lap. When he felt the brush of hot slickness against his thigh and soft length he sneered at her.

“Get off of me.”

She leaned closer, red lips brushing his ear as she whispered to him in that poisonous voice, “Your curious” she breathed, “About what happened. When we had her. Tyki is quite an accomplished lover. I do believe your little woman liked him.”

His body tensed.

“Oh yes. She screamed for him…begged for him.” Her tone was smug.

“Bullshit” Kanda snapped, “A physical release doesn’t mean consent.”

Her brow arched at his acid tone.

“A lesson you taught me Kyria”.

She slapped him, then dug her nails into his hairline. “You. Are. Mine” she snarled into his handsome face, “I made you! Marked you! My own!”

Her rage was full blown now and Kanda waited, hoping she would make one small mistake that he could use. She slammed her mouth onto his, teeth sinking into his lower lip until she tasted blood.

She pulled back, his blood trickling down his chin, rose gracefully.

“You’ll break. You are human after all.” She turned and walked to the door, the sharp clip of her high heels an angry staccato. She glanced over her shoulder, tossing a familiar sphere towards him.

“Let that keep you company” she ground out. The ball floated at eye level and when it flickered his eyes were drawn as he tensed awaiting some form of attack.

Instead it showed him images.

Aleia’s ravishment.

The way Tyki Mikk took her again and again. Forcefully, gently, forceful once more. A strange and twisted mockery of a lover.

He tried to look away but the image was suddenly everywhere. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Images and sounds resounding around him.

The Noah’s hands, expertly possessive of the body he himself had laid claim to. He heard Kyria’s cries strong and lusty, same pitch and tempo he had once wrung from her.

Heard the nearly obscene squelch of the man penetrating moist heat. And then Tyki spoke, “It’s not enough without you Aleia.”

His hands slid between them, thumb brushing over her pearl in a repetitive circular motion.

Kanda watched as the bright head thrashed on the linens. Kyria’s voice shadowed by a fainter one. An anguished one.

“No!” it was Aleia.

Tyki chuckled slamming into her. Kanda squeezed his eyes shut but the sight remained as her sob of pleasure rang out in a single word.

His name.

Yu.

Even then she had called out for him and even then he hadn’t been able to protect her. Just like the past, unable to protect what was dear to him. He pulled at his shackles, abrading and bruising his flesh as the metal cut into him.

But the chains held.

All he could do was watch the shifting images, hear that sorrowful cry again and again. Fury welled in him and self loathing. He would kill them, for her. It was the least he could do.

This was his fault. If he had never noticed her, never touched her, never cared. She would have been safe from Kyria and her twisted machinations.

Yes. This was his fault.

It was a most effective torture for the Japanese man. Helpless, unable to stop the images, unable to turn back time and prevent the abuse.

Unbidden the images changed.

He saw himself. As a young boy, when he had been awed by the soft hands and radiant smile of a woman.

Oh so long ago.

As a child, his home had been very strict and not loving. His father was often away in service to the Yagyu leaving his mother to run the family estate. His mother, Emiko, was a beautiful woman with all the ambitions of a noblewoman of her day. Wealth, esteem, prestige. One could never have to much of them.

She rarely had time for her three children, too busy plotting ways to rise even higher in the society they lived in. Being wealthy, healthy and well thought of was not enough for her.

So Kanda was left to the devices of an eight year old boy, often trailing behind his older sister Saya. Saya, had been everything to him. Beautiful, gentle. She always had time for Yu and the youngest child Risa.

She helped them with their studies. At eleven she was on the cusp of womanhood and her mother was already considering who best to marry her off too. Yu didn’t like to think about her leaving. Without her, the sun would no longer shine in the halls of Kanda.

It was mid winter when they received word of a prestigious woman coming to visit. His mother had been delighted of course, few people called in the harsher months. And this woman was different.

While only as old as Saya, the lady Kyria had been married to a favored cousin of the Yagyu. She had the Yagyu’s ear and often handled his more personal affairs.

“Prepare my children” she snapped at the servants, “If we can make the best impression on her, we will be better off. What a powerful ally to have. Think of the rise in status we will receive.”

Emiko had dressed herself in her finest clothing and jewels. She had the most costly tea and sweets laid out for the visitor. The children were dressed in fine clothes and arranged to be showcased should she care to look.

“You are not to speak.” His mother had snapped as the clatter of wooden wheels on cobblestones was heard.

Kanda sat before his two sisters. They sat with eyes properly downcast. He was not to smile. Proper men didn’t do such things.

The woman was tall, he thought. Her many layered kimono, bright and luxurious. Her garments trimmed with shining white ermine against the season’s chill. Her long black hair was pulled into an intricate style, held in place with golden pins and jade combs.

She smelled of flowers and exotic spice. Perfume. His mother rarely wore her simple concoction of orange blossoms and water. She was led in, and greeted formally by his mother who seemed content to fawn over the woman.

Imperiously ordering her servants about with grand gestures. Emiko found it distasteful to speak to her staff unless it was absolutely needed. After nearly an hour of idle chatter, Kanda found himself growing sleepy with boredom.

His head bobbed just slightly but the woman seemed to notice. She lifted strange, nearly red eyes to him.

“Your children.” she said in a sweet voice, “What a lovely boy.”

She held her long nailed hand out to him, as though he were a skittish pet.

“Come boy” she called.

His mother jerked her head slightly, “Yu.”

The boy rose and slowly crossed to where the woman sat and bowed stiffly.

“What is your name?” she asked.

He dared a glance at his mother who nodded, “Kanda Yu. I am pleased to meet you.”

The woman smiled, as his mother had never smiled at him. It was bright and warm and Kanda who had always lived in the shadows felt the sunlight.

“Do you know who I am?” she asked.

He swallowed, “My mother’s very important guest”.

She clapped delighted, “So I am. You are very beautiful Kanda Yu. I like beautiful things.”

Kanda bristled under the feminine word.

“I would like you to foster in my home” she said then.

His mother looked startled, “He is so young my lady. Only eight.”

“In two years time I wish him to take up residence in the halls of the Yagyu.” Kyria said simply, “You will be compensated of course.”

Emiko’s eyes lit. “Of course.”

“In the meantime I will be arrange for tutors and a trainer to see to his education and swordsmanship.”

“His father..”

“Is not a great scholar nor notable swordsman. This boy will be. I have seen a glorious future. I shall make it so.”

She turned back to Yu. “Would you serve me? Be my champion? My protector when you grow Kanda Yu?”

And the awestruck boy nodded.

Kyria had smiled in victory and rose to leave, her reason for coming complete.

Saya watched her go with troubled eyes. The woman had taken an unnatural interest in her brother and she was very worried. The fact that her mother had just sold her brother to the woman also troubled her.

Her fate was likely to be the same and very soon.

For the next two years, Kanda trained and studied. He was not allowed to mingle with other children, save his sisters and even then his time with them was limited.
Saya often snuck into his room at night to comb his hair and sing to him.

How he loved those times.

The wonderful woman that Kanda believed was a princess came every few months to check his progress, seemingly satisfied with what she saw, she would leave again.

On the even of his tenth birthday, Saya snuck into his room. Comb in hand she ran it gently through his hair. “Your hair is so long now” she told him, smiling at the blue black hue of it.

He shrugged.

“Tomorrow you will leave us” she whispered.

“And go to Kyria-hime” he said softly.

Behind him he felt his sister shift, “Are you afraid?”

“Tch.”

“I am”

“Of what?”

“That I will lose my friend and brother”

Kanda had turned to her, wrapping his arms around her neck, pressing his small face to her hair. “That will never happen. I will always be your brother and I will protect you, I won’t let mother sell you off to some old man.”

Saya half laughed half sobbed as she clung to the boy she loved so much. Her beloved little brother. The boy who had fussed when she put flower crowns on him and cried in secret over the death of a favorite carp.

The boy who had once tried valiantly to defend her from a fat bumblebee with his wooden sword only to get stung for his efforts.

She released him, dabbing her eyes with the edge of her sleeve, “I want you to take this.” she told him, reaching to her wrist and pulling off a small circlet of onyx beads.

Her favorite bracelet.

“Why would I want that?” he asked, highly affronted, “Men don’t wear things like that.”

She smiled. Such the little man. “Because your sister wants you never to forget” she replied with a small smile.

“Tch. I don’t need your girly trinkets. I won’t forget” he said it so proudly. He pushed the shiny black beads back towards his sister.

The following morning, his father had pressed Mugen into his hand and give a gruff warning not to dishonor the name of Kanda and the boy was loaded into the carriage. A last glance at his family showed Saya dab at her eyes and Emiko striking her for it.

Nobles didn’t cry.

It was not a heartwarming scene, nor was it heartbreaking and the boy found himself wondering if perhaps he should feel something more than he did. He would miss Saya and little Risa and the crabby cook.

Months passed in the palatial grounds of his foster home. His classes and training continued. Long hours spent in the dojo and in meditation. The princess of his dreams came to eat the evening meals with him once a week. On Saturdays. He began to long for that time. For she gave all of her attention to him. Spoke sweetly to him, touched him gently on his cheeks.

Sometimes in the evening she would tell him the most wonderful stories as he combed her long sleek hair.

He was to be her champion. She herself had said so.

As months bled into years and Kanda grew taller, and stronger, her visits became more frequent. On his fourteenth birthday she opened challenges for him. Several samurai came to test the boy she coddled.

She watched with rapt attention as Kanda easily defeated them. Yes, she had chosen her champion well.

Her aging husband had little time for her, planning a war that was quietly beginning. So she was left to her own devices and lavished her attention on Kanda.

He allowed her free reign for her little competitions and her travels. Once he had even commended Kanda for bravery. While traveling they had been attacked by bandits and Yu had killed them all. No filth would ever touch his lady.

One night when he had turned fifteen as they finished their evening meal, she proposed they take a walk in the summer breeze. Kanda had reached down to help her rise when she tripped over her long silk hems and stumbled into his chest.

He immediately caught her around the waist, letting her brace herself against him until she could right the flowing garment. Her small hands had fisted in his shirt and she lifted her lovely face to him.

“You’ve grown so tall” she murmured.

Kanda found himself entranced by her lips, her eyes, her very nearness and slowly leaned forward. She lifted herself to press her crimson lips to his. A chaste, lingering brush of flesh.

Kanda’s first kiss. It made his lips tingle and his hands tightened on her waist.

“Do you think me beautiful?” she asked him.

He nodded, watching her smile spread across her face. That flirtatious dimple appearing in her cheek.

His fingertips touched that hallowed spot.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” she asked quietly.

Kanda, virgin though he was, knew what she meant and shook his head, though a bright blush covered his pale cheeks.

He looked away. Her palm was gentle and warm on his cheek.

She leaned closer, touching her lips to his again, this time he felt her teeth tug gently at his lower lip and groaned softly at the wonderful sensation. When he felt her tongue smooth over the non-existent hurt, his arms tightened on her.

Her tongue teased against his momentarily, a teasing taste, nothing more. Then she pulled away. “Good night Yu.”

That night Kanda had been forced to pleasure himself twice before sleep came to him. And even then, he dreamed of her. Her and her odd kisses.

Odd kisses that he wanted more of.

The next day he woke to find a scroll mixed in with his study materials. It was a detailed scroll, showing caricatures of men and women engaged in various forms of bed play.

At first he had blushed and shoved the scroll away but as the images ran through his mind he saw himself and Kyria rather than the unattractive drawings.

Curiosity nearly consumed him.


The following week, she had packed her most trusted attendants to visit her husband’s remote country manor. As her champion, Kanda went as well.

The house was large and luxurious, empty save for themselves and the five servants she had insisted come.

Kanda was in the dojo, completing his early evening meditation, when a servant came. “The mistress wishes you to attend her.” the woman had said, blushing.

“Where is she?” Kanda had asked.

“Her chambers” the woman replied with a low bow.

It was nothing new. To attend her there. So he put his scrolls and books away and made his way through the dimly lit halls to the ornate door that housed her.

“Hime” he said before sliding the door open and stepping side. The door slid shut behind him and he stared across the large chamber. Her silk swathed bed stood against one wall, beneath the many hanging lanterns that cast a soft pink glow about the room. In the corner a large screen sat, and just behind it, he heard the faint sounds of water moving, just beyond the screen sat her private hot spring and garden.

“Yu” she called softly, “Attend me?”

He swallowed over the dryness of his mouth and moved forward. He had never attended her while she bathed. He stepped behind the screen, finding her standing in the milky waters, covered to her hips.

Her back was to him, her long hair held up and away from her face flushed from the heat.

“My lady” he said quietly and she looked over her shoulder at the young man.

“Bathe with me” she said then, nearly laughing at his look of shock.

“I must not” he replied, “You belong to your husband.”

“And you belong to me” she countered, “Do you not desire me?”

He shook his head, “It is not that. I am honor bound to serve.”

She moved slowly through the water towards him now, her arms crossed over her chest. “Do you love me Yu?”

And Kanda did not deny it. He had loved her since that day in his father’s home when she had come. A rose in winter.

“I love you” she whispered to him, but he heard all the same. Dark eyes lifting, going wide. She nodded, “Do you remember when you saved me from the thieves near the forest’s edge?”

He nodded.

“I knew for certain at that moment”

“You belong to another” he told her, but his voice had grown husky and she knew that he was weakening.

She shook her head, “I was given to a disinterested old man for the sake of power. Like your own sister will one day be” she told him, “My husband prefers the beauty of young men at court to me. No Yu, I belong to you.”

And desire swirled through the young Kanda. His body burning with long denied lust for the woman he had fallen in love with, pledged his service to. The woman who loved him back.

When she admitted her husband had no interest in women, certain things fell into place in his mind. The way the older man watched with strange eyes, the way he never sought his wife’s company.

She had reached him, her eyes locking with his as her hands dropped and reached for his clothing.

Her pale breasts tipped with very pink nipples aroused him. The water droplets that clung to the hard bits of flesh mesmerized him. She followed his gaze and smiled, “Would you like to touch them?”

His gaze jerked back to hers as she undid the last tie of his haori. The silk slithered down his arms and back like a phantom caress to pool on the wooden floor beneath him. She rested against the wooden steps that led into her bath.

Kanda swiftly let his hakama follow. Baring his young, hard body to her eyes.

She let her eyes drink in the sight of him, “Shall I teach you?” she asked then, “The nature of things between lovers?”

He nodded, one stiff movement.

She held her hand out to him and beckoned him into the water. “Then come to me.”

Kanda strode down the steps into the steaming water. The mineral scent wafting around him, tinged with the barest hint of sweet herbs. She moved farther into the water, now up to her shoulders and he followed.

“Lesson one” she said in a heated voice, “Know your lover.”

He stood very still as she moved around him, hands trailing over his shoulders and arms, and then she pressed herself against his back. The sensation making him harden painfully. She wrapped her arms around his back, pressing her cheek to his shoulder.

“You must hold a lover, touch a lover, bring a lover pleasure. And that lover will crave you, like water, like air.” Her hand trailed over his abdominal muscles, long nails raking lightly through the cropped patch of dark hair that surrounded his throbbing sex.

“Tonight Yu” she went on, I shall teach the pleasure of a lover.”

Moving to shallow water she draped herself upon a large smooth rock. Her body easily displayed for him. Her hands slid over her throat. “most people are very sensitive here” she instructed, fingertips trailing over her throat, caressing behind her ears, sliding over her collarbone. “They like to be stroked, kissed, even nipped and bitten.”

Kanda edged closer and she rose up to meet him, trailing her hot mouth over the areas she had spoken of. Lapping, kissing, suckling, licking. She lightly nipped him making him hiss. Then she threaded her fingers into his dark hair and bit down on his neck.

Sensation shot through him, making his length jump and he moaned, finding his hand sliding to the back of her head to hold her close as she sucked that bite.

“Ahhh.”

She pulled back, smiling at him as she did so. He was quick to understand and repeated those actions on her flesh. His tongue swirled over her pulse point and his nips traced her jaw line.

Oh yes, Kanda Yu was born to be a lover. His touch inquisitive and his drive instinctive. His discipline and attention to every detail translating beautifully in this new realm he ventured into.

He pressed his lips to her forehead in a sweet gesture and then peppered her hairline with kisses, then her eyes lids and upturned nose.

“Very good” she breathed, feeling his hands slide over her shoulders, “Kiss me now. Like you have nothing but time, like I am the most delicious fruit you have ever eaten. Savor me.”

And he did, uncertain at first as he pressed his mouth to hers and felt her plump flesh soften beneath his. Gently as though worried he might hurt her or do it wrong, he tapped her lower lip with his tongue seeking entrance.

She gave it, slowly, making him slither his tongue into her mouth, prolonging the feeling for both. Savor her he did, wrapping his arms around her bare waist and drawing her closer to his chest. His mouth slanting over hers again and again as he angled his head to delve deeper.

He tasted her lips, tapped at her teeth, her tongue and when he curled the tip of his tongue against the roof of her mouth and she moaned he thought he might die.
She pushed against him, getting back into the water fully, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his chest.
“Lift me” she whispered to him, and Kanda groaned as his hands ran down her back to grip her waist.

He lifted her easily, muscles honed from long hours of training, feeling those long, slim legs wrap around his waist. His hands moved to cup her bottom to support her in the water.

The thought of her bare sex brushing against his lower stomach as it was now, made him ache. She fused their mouths together, sucking his tongue into her mouth and suckling it. His hands tightened on her pert cheeks and she moaned for him again.

“Lesson two” she whispered pulling away with a lingering lick, “Pleasure of the hands. Touch is essential to lovers.”

One leg slowly slid over his hip, dragging her closer as her weight shifted and then she stood on her own feet, running her hands over his chest. And beneath the water. The backs of her fingers sliding along his inner thighs, barely brushing the part of him that wanted her most.

“Come with me” she said, reaching to lace her fingers with his and drew him to the steps and through the wooden doorway. Past the tall screen to the waiting bed. She didn’t care that they dripped water as they moved, or that when she pushed him lightly to lay back on her bed, that water dampened the linens and silks.

Kanda closed his eyes as her hands wandered over him. Igniting such longing in him that his breath grew ragged. He was nervous. He had never done any of these things. The one time he had taken note of a young serving girl, she had oddly not returned.

Besides. He only wanted Kyria. And , by whatever miracle the Kami’s had wrought, she also wanted him. Teasing circles traced over his stomach and lower, fingertips drawing whirling patterns over his long legs and hips.

Then a single finger ran the length of his, from base to tip, brushing over the wet slit there. Kanda’s eyes popped open and he made a strangled sound.

“Do you like it?” she asked, knowing the answer, wanting to hear it.

“Yes” he said in a ragged whisper.

“A lover uses touch in varying ways and pressures to give the other what they want most…”

“And …that is?” he managed to pant.

“Release.” she said easily, “The ultimate form of physical pleasure.”

Her hand curled around him now, applying gentle pressure to the hard, thick length. “Lesson three” she said in sultry tone, “The pleasure of words.”

Kanda felt a moment of confusion.

“Things said between lovers are hot and passionate. They should make both feel good. You have a lovely cock Yu” she went on.

His eyes went wide at her use of what was considered a dirty word but a stab of pleasure shot through him.

“Long and thick. Oh, you will stretch me.” Her hand gave a light squeeze as she leaned over him to breath in his ear, “Can you imagine what it will feel like inside of me? When you take me, make me only yours?”

She stroked him in a firm way and he groaned softly, imagining just that.

“’Would you like that Yu?” she asked, trailing kisses over his stomach, “Do you want to push this long hard cock into my hot wetness? Do you want to fuck me? Or make love to me?”

His brow furrowed as he fought to control his shaking body. He was close to that place where the world went white. He had brought himself there before and he was ashamed that after only a few touches she had brought him to the brink.

She reached to the side table where a shallow bowl had been set near the candles. She dipped her hand into it, finding warm, scented oil and trailed her hand back to his hardness.

He gasped at the warm, slick slide. Caught the faint scent of oranges.

“There is a difference. I will show you very soon.” she promised. She stroked him harder now, his hips bucking up against her soft hand. The oil making his passage smooth and wet, her hand tightening rhythmically.

Kanda gave a hoarse shout as he came hard, his seed spurting across her hand and his stomach. He panted, eyes squeezed tightly shut, his cheeks bright crimson.

What kind of lover was he, he wondered, when he had taken his pleasure and she had received none? Wasn’t that what she was trying to teach him?

“Yu?” she called softly and he forced himself to meet her accusing eyes.

Oddly enough there was no accusation, and his eyes widened when he watched her delicately bright her hand to her mouth, pink tongue darting out to lap his essence from the back of her hand.

“Lesson four. The pleasure of taste. Enjoy your lover fully.”

He shuddered from an orgasmic aftershock as she licked her hand.

“Now. Would you like to know how to please me?” she asked. He swallowed over the lump in his throat and nodded. She smiled, laying back and palmed her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples and moaned.

Kanda’s eyes took in everything and then she ran her hands down her stomach and spread her legs wide for him to see. “This is the flower of a woman” she told him, her long nailed fingers stoking the soft, hairless lips that met his eyes.

Slowly, very slowly, she parted them, allowing him to see the vibrant pink within. Already she glistened. “Do you see how wet I am?”

He nodded again.

“Before you take a woman, she must be at least this wet or you will cause her pain when you push inside.”

At the thought of that, he lifted his eyes to hers, “Have you been hurt in this way?” he wanted to know. She nodded very slowly and he felt his anger coil. He would never hurt her that way. Or any other as far as he was concerned.

“Men care only for themselves” she told him, “A man who treasures his lovers and his pride enough to take time with a woman, will never want for female companionship.”

She tilted her hips, running her fingers through the wetness to the small hole that winked at him. “This is where you enter”. She slid her fingers further back, lifting her knees for him to see until the pink pucker of her anus was visible. “Or here.”

Kanda jolted at that, “There?” he asked, “This is the way of love between men.”

“How would you know that?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“Talk from soldiers.” he replied honestly.

She chuckled, “I suppose that is true. But men and women do this also. If you do it correctly, the woman feels so much pleasure.”

He filed that little tidbit away to ask about later. Kanda, like anyone, else felt some form of curiosity for the taboo. Being here with another man’s wife was just one small example of that.

Her fingers trailed higher again above the first point of entrance, “This” she explained revealing a small nub of flesh covered by a hood of skin, “Is the place a woman most wants your touch. Many women cannot find their release if you do not attend this one place. But you must be careful of it, it can be painful if you over sensitize it.”

She rolled her fingers in a small circle over the spot and moaned. Kanda moved closer his hand covering hers, pushing it aside. “Let me” he said. His callused fingertips brushed that spot as he explored her. She gave small advisements on how best to touch her, though he was doing very well on his own.

He peered at the entrance of her womanhood, noting that his touches produced more fluid, slick to the touch. His hands shook as he gently touched the edge of it, then slowly rubbed his fingertip there, slightly startled when his finger began to sink inside of her from his rubbing pressure.

She moaned loudly and he jerked, thinking he had hurt her. She smiled at him, taking his and once more lacing their fingers. This time, she shoved both their fingers deep inside of her body, arching at the feeling of it.

“Move your hand in and out. Mimic what your body will do.” she panted.

Kanda did, pumping his finger into the small hole. “More!” she cried out.

He pressed in a second and even a third finger. Feeling the slick walls contract around him. Remembering what she had said, he used his other hand to press gentle circles on her pearl.

“Curl your fingers Yu. Do you feel that small lump?” she panted.

He nodded, “I do”

“This is another place a woman likes to be touched. You can use your hand or your manhood. Rub it!”

And he did, watching her body tighten and spasm, her face contorting as she panted her pleasure. “Feels good. Don’t stop!” And he didn’t, not until she arched her back and screamed.

Kanda jerked his hands from her, worried he had hurt her. Milky fluids gushed from her body.

“Kyria-hime!” he shouted, “are you hurt?”

She laughed through the luscious orgasm, making him relax a little. “That was a wonderful orgasm Yu” she said with a tired smile, “Thank you.”

He smiled back at her, feeling his length twitch, reminding him that his body was awake and alive once more.

Kyria chuckled, “Voracious I see. Save some for tomorrow night Yu. I want you to remember all that I have taught you here tonight.”

That night, for the first time in his life Yu slept beside a woman who wasn’t a relative. They lay in a tangle of naked limbs. Her breathing lulling him to a deep and peaceful rest. Kanda wrapped his arms around her, nose in her fragrant hair, holding her close to him through his slumber.

For she was precious to him.

So very precious.

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Komui stared at the leave request before him. Aleia wanted to go home. She had begged for it, pleaded. Lenalee had told him that she thought it best to let her return to the familiar for a while after her ordeal.

She didn’t tell Komui what she knew. She didn’t have to. Komui had a pretty good idea of what troubled her. Also knew she wouldn’t appreciate his poking around in that area.

With a sad sigh, he picked up his pen. Only agreeing because Lavi agreed to take her back in two weeks time. By then she would be healed enough to travel without aggravating her injuries.

He signed his name in the correct block, approving her time away.

He hoped to hell that Kanda came back soon. Hoped to hell that Aleia recovered her spirit from this.

Hoped to hell that hell might sleep tonight and give them peace.

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That night Aleia dreamed a different dream. She dreamt that Kanda was lost somewhere and she couldn't find him. In this dream love was still theirs and she ached for him. She woke crying softly wishing he were there.