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Tears of Blood
By : SultrySundina
Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal
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Tears of Blood (My Story Arc: Finale to Blade of the Immortal):

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Chapter 13: Breaths of Brimstone

Rin looked over at Manji, his eye was closed, he had fallen asleep almost as soon as Suzume and Washi had left the room. She stepped into the sleeping quarters and closed the fusuma behind herself lightly. He looked almost peaceful there, propped against the wall, his left leg propped up, his knee near his chest, the other leg splayed on the floor straight in front of him: He was strong and silent. As Rin stared at him she imagined what he would have looked like when he was younger, free of scars, and she had to catch her breath. She always felt, even if no one else may have, that Manji was a handsome man. Now she was actually thinking about it, thinking about how she felt about him, how she looked at him; how she desired him. Then he started to snore. Rin rolled her eyes; he always knew how to kill a mood without even realizing it.

Rin walked over to the fūtons that were propped against the wall and began to make them up. When she was done with both fūtons she walked over to Manji and sat down in front of him, between his legs. She slowly inched closer and closer to him, examining him as he slept. His snoring wasn't loud at all now, almost a whisper, but she didn't want to disturb him. She wanted so badly to seat herself against him. Finally, she gave into her urges and propped herself up against him, snuggling close with her back to his chest. She rested her head on his left shoulder, took in a deep breath then let it out, and closed her eyes. She didn't notice Manji's eye open and him look down at her.

Manji moved his right arm and wrapped it around Rin. He would never admit it, but she always felt good against him like this; always felt good in his arms. He held her tight to his chest. He leaned down and could smell the scent of jasmine wafting up. He closed his eye and drank in her scent. Rin could feel Manji's breath on her neck and the heat of it made it feel like her whole body was about to light ablaze. His breath was like brimstone on her skin. His breath was setting her on fire, and her scent was intoxicating him, but neither knew the effect they had on each other. Neither knew just how much the other desired them. Their earlier activities barely brushed the surface of what they truly desired, what they wanted; what they needed.

Rin pushed her body closer into Manji's. She couldn't stop, she wanted so much more, to be so much closer to him. Manji wrapped his other arm around Rin and just held her close to him. Rin could hear him breathing even heavier now, as if he was debating something to himself. Whatever it was, it seemed as though he was losing to himself: Losing to whatever battle he was fighting. As long he didn't let her go, Rin didn't care what it was, at least not right now.

Manji buried his head in Rin's neck, debating with himself about what he was doing, knowing he shouldn't. He knew he wouldn't be able to give her what she would really want, but he was losing the battle, and finally he gave in: Gave into his urges; into her welcoming body.

Rin's entire body tensed with pleasure as Manji began to kiss her neck. He ran his lips lightly over her skin, tasting her smooth skin. He knew he should have stopped but something, somewhere, told him not to; not to let her go. Thoughts of Washi touching Rin's chin flashed in Manji's mind and heated him with anger. No man will ever touch her again! He swore it. Then he thought, "No man: He was a man. HE, Manji, was a man and he was touching her, kissing her. No, he had to stop himself, he had to. He was her yōjimbō. She trusted him with her life, could he trust himself with her like this?" Manji broke his lips' contact with Rin's skin and threw his head back in frustration. He let out a loud groan and hit his head off the wall behind him; he winced, his eye closed, in pain.

Rin was startled by Manji's actions and disappointed at the loss of his kisses. She turned herself around to look at him and saw a pained look on his face. "Manji-san are you alright, are you hurt?"

Manji swallowed hard and opened his eye, "Rin you should go to sleep."

Rin was not sure of what she should do. Manji looked as though he were in pain but of what she did not know, "What is wrong Manji-san?"

"Just go to sleep woman!" Manji almost yelled at her.

Rin was taken aback by his reaction but retaliated his anger, "Not until you tell me what is wrong! Why you stopped k..k.."

Manji cut her off, "Get y'er ass into bed now woman before I do something stupid!" He winced again, only this time it was at his own words and not from his throbbing head.

Rin just stared at Manji, wide eyed. What did he mean by that? What was wrong? Her mind was racing a thousand miles a minute now but she was determined to find out what was going on, "Manji-san I am not moving until you give me an explanation!"

"Fuck woman get away from me before we both do something stupid like we almost did before! Don't you get it! You can't trust men, period!"

"But I trust you Manji-san." Rin's response was full of sincerity.

Manji grunted, "If you knew what every man wanted you wouldn't think that way. They'll run their hands over you and take what they want!"

"I know you would never do that Manji-san." Rin's voice was low.

Manji grunted again: He was slowly losing his resolve yet again and his voice was less harsh, "How the fuck do you know what I would and wouldn't do huh?"

"Because Manji-san, you're my most trusted yōjimbō. I know you would never do anything I didn't ask, or want." Rin's words were shattering what little resolve Manji was trying to hold onto. The only shred of hope he had left was to try to think of her as a child, a young girl; not the woman he knew she was. Kami help him if he let his mind wander to thoughts of what he had already done to her, already experienced of her. What he had already seen, felt, tasted... Fuck! He couldn't stop his mind, it wouldn't let him forget; wouldn't let him have peace.

Rin shifted her body and pulled herself up in front of Manji. She was right in front of him now, her face mere inches from his own. His eye was closed again and his breathing was erratic. She stayed where she was, staring at him, wondering what he was thinking; wondering why he was doing this; why he was trying so hard to push her away. She wanted to slap him, and kiss him at the same time. She brought her hand up to his face, "Please Manji-san. I trust you."

Rin's pleas finally were what broke his already tattered resolve to not touch her again. Manji almost leapt forward when he heard her words. He crashed his mouth to hers and hungrily urged her mouth open with his own. He needed to feel her warmth, even if it were only in a kiss, to satiate even the slightest sensations he was feeling.

He hungrily took in her intoxicating taste as he kissed her; their tongues dueling for control. Rin wrapped her arms around his neck so to make sure he couldn't escape her grasp this time. She wasn't about to let him go. He would have to fight his way from her grasp, but with how greedily he was ravaging her mouth, she felt his resistance against her melting. She was winning.

They parted only for a minute to catch their breaths and then delved into the other's mouth once again. Manji moved his hands from her face down slowly to her sides, brushing ever so slightly the sides of her breasts. She gasped at the slight contact. She wanted more, she wanted so much more. She clutched his shoulders now, her nails digging into his flesh as she dragged them across his skin, as she removed his kōsōde from off of his shoulders.

Rin traced her fingertips along the scars on his shoulders, and moved her hands down to his chest. She traced the scars with her fingertips. Following every dip and curve in his muscular torso. His body was like her own playground and she wanted to explore every inch of it. She wanted to see so much more of him, to touch him, to taste him. The thought occurred to her; she never kissed Manji anywhere else other than his mouth. She drew back from his mouth and ran her lips along his jaw, neck and collarbone. She lightly dragged her teeth over his muscular flesh. She flicked her tongue out to taste his salty flesh as she dragged her mouth over his torso. He tasted earthy; of sweat, blood and his own musky scent. He was intoxicating to her. She moved her mouth lower; she wanted to taste all of him, just like he had her.

Manji couldn't believe how this little kenshi was driving him almost to insanity with the slightest of touches. No woman had ever traced his muscles, to kiss him like that; to take their time. Every other woman he had been with; whores or maids, always looked at him as if he were some monster; some distorted figure not worthy of their time. Not Rin though, she was taking her time with his flesh and muscles, covering every inch of his upper body with her mouth. He never realized before just how much he longed for the heated touch of real lust from a woman. Little did he know before it would be from the one woman he never thought possible to be capable of such a thing.

Manji finally noticed Rin continually going lower. He didn't want her to stop but didn't want her to do something he might not be able to control either. This had to be about control. He couldn't lose himself. He just couldn't. He didn't want to hurt her. He was her yōjimbō, he had to protect her; even if it was from himself. He pulled her head up to his face hurriedly and kissed her. He couldn't let her lose on him there. It would be too much for his sanity; too much for his resolve, which was already shattered almost to the point of no repair. He would protect her, he had to.

Rin whimpered when Manji pulled her face back up to meet his in another kiss. She wanted to explore him, explore what could make his breath turn sharp and ragged. She enjoyed hearing his breath become uneven as she continuously went lower and lower with her mouth. Just how ragged could she make him? Just how much could she make him give into her every whim. "Doa was right," she thought, "even Manji can lose control." Rin wanted so badly to make him lose control. To find out just what he would do with her when he did. Doa had told her what to expect, and although at the time she shuddered at the thought, now she ached to know what it felt like to lose control; to see Manji lose control because of her. It felt like Rin had a storm brewing inside of her and Manji would be her only release.

Manji broke from the kiss and trailed his lips down along Rin's neck. He had to taste her skin, taste her salty sweetness. The scent of jasmine clung tight to her flesh. She was like a drug to him, and no matter how much he was trying to hold back from ravishing her, he was slowly losing control. Rin's explorative hands were not stopping and she was causing him to lose grip of himself. The instant her hands reached his lower stomach Manji reached down and clenched her hands in his own. He had to stop her; had to stop her before she unleashed his undoing. His need was throbbing and his breath was shaky. Rin could tell he was trying to hold her back from him. What she couldn't understand was why.

"Manji-san please...Please I want to..to t..touch you l..like you did m..me." Rin's stutters were full of pleading and desire and it was driving Manji over the brink of insanity.

"Rin we have to stop, before...before I do something stupid and hurt you."

"I know you would never hurt me Manji-san. I know you would never do anything I didn't want or ask you to." Rin was now looking up at Manji, her eyes wide.

"God Rin..." Was all Manji could force out before he brought to his mouth to hers again and devoured it with his own. He would go slow, it was his only option. He would take his time, learn everything about her and let her learn everything about him. She wasn't about to give him any other option. He knew she wouldn't stop and his own body was unwilling to let him stop as well. He wouldn't take her though, he couldn't. He wouldn't let her lose herself to him that way. He could never do that to her. He was supposed to protect her, and that included her chastity. If nothing else he would stop, he would stop himself before things came to that. He had to. Her breath was like brimstone on his skin. She was setting him ablaze and it would be the death of him, he knew it.
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Tears of Blood	By : SultrySundina Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 1863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Please read disclaimer in each chapter.

Tears of Blood