Love of a Thousand Cranes | By : Kuronohime Category: +G to L > Hakuoki Views: 2476 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A thick cloak of clouds enshrouded the midnight moon from view as Hijikata returned from one of his recruiting missions. He was covered in a thick crust of mud and filth, head to toe, as he had ridden the whole night recruiting new prospects. After all, his duties did not look the weather.
He dismounted his steed and gave the reigns of his horse to an on-call guard who jogged the horse back to the stables.
Hijikata was already in just about the worst mood possible with the recruiting trip going south and everything that had traspired with Chizuru earlier the day still heavy on his mind. Most of the evening the Shinshengumi's vice-commander's mind had not been completely occupied by war tactics and death as it had been for the longest time, but instead, he was preoccupied by thinking of the shade of rouge Chizuru's lips had been. Glistening silky locks captivated by flowers and jewelry. That sensuous lingering gaze that had grazed his chest and neck, and the fact that it was most probably completely unknown to Chizuru just how potent her eyes were. The mere memory threatened to stir reaction from his loins and he had to mentally shake himself. What made thinking about her all the more taunting was the fact that she was probably currently being courted by a horde of demons as Hijikata stood in the rain like a drowned rat. And if his previous encounters with the male equivalents of her kin was anything to go by – they were not exactly temperate and tactful in their advances.
Hijikata tilted his head bearing his weary face to the open skies. He took some mild comfort from the onslaught of heavy rain which helped wash away some of the muddy frosting he had acquired while mounted. However, the vice-commander didn't have long to enjoy this rare moment of solitary quiet when a horse coach pulled into the front yard of the Shinshengumi fort with mud flying off its wheels. The coach was in a visible hurry and reflectively Hijikata secured his hand on the hilt of his katana until he saw Sen emerging from the coach.
The same on-call guard from earlier was already by Sen's coach and Hijikata followed their communion at a distance. The guard pointed at Hijikata who had stopped before the patio of the fort building. When Sen's eyes caught his, the vice-commander saw relief flash on the face of the petite demoness who picked up the hem of her kimono and came running to where he stood.
"Hijikata- Hijikata-san!" She panted and came to a screeching halt right before him. Clearly distraught, she barely had the time to catch her breath when she began explaining.
"Chizuru-" She took a deep breath "she might be in trouble."
The vice-commander immediately steeled his eyes and grabbed Sen by her arm, dragging them both out of the rain and under the ledge of the patio roof to keep them out of the heavy rain where they could hear each other better.
"What!" He released his iron grip on the demoness' elbow.
Sen looked very sorry and shook her head in an apologetic gesture.
"She drank... Uh... By accident, of course. I would have never allowed it had I known. Believe me, Hijikata-san. Of course, I'll still take the blame for my inattentio-"
"Sen!" Hijikata interrupted her digressed rambling, his voice raised. "What did she drink?"
****
Heisuke, complying with Chizuru's requests, had brought her a wash basin with hot water, a washing cloth and a small bottle of solution. He carefully stacked the items next to the futon Chizuru laid waiting on. He had left the shoji door to her room slightly ajar, intending to leave as soon as he had dropped the supplies.
"Thank you, Heisuke." She said in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper. Chizuru lazily propped her body to a half-sitting posture on her futon. Her auburn kimono, which was embroided with an mountain motif, was hanging loosely on her shoulders.
"Can I still impose on you, Heisuke?" she crooned coily and shrugged slightly. Her deep umber eyes giving a mischievous contrast to her mellow tone of voice.
Heisuke swallowed down hard, watching the kimono dangerously shifting on the woman's shoulders as she moved.
"I- I guess. Yes." He battled reign over his suddenly stiffened tongue.
The young woman scooted next to the basin of water and held her hand out to Heisuke. Strands of hair stuck to her moist skin and Heisuke followed the curves and twists of her lips as she slowly worded her sentences.
"I'm still not feeling myself. Could you..." she trailed off, tilting her chin against her collar bone before shyly finishing her question "...help me?" That raw umber boring into his very being from under her coy midnight lashes.
Thoughts were running a million miles in Heisuke's head. The auburn dress slipped completely down on Chizuru's small upper body, revealing the silky thin hiyoku under robes the girl was wearing. Robes Heisuke had never seen so close by on a woman. He could see her taunt nipples as little nubs on the front of the dress. His dazed body jerked forwards as if pulled in by a magnet.
The young woman wrapped her slender fingers around Heisuke's wrist and in one smooth continuous motion guided his hand onto the washing cloth on the ground, pulling the man down to his knees on the tatami. She didn't force his movement, she didn't need to.
"Isn't this..." Heisuke tried to resist, not really knowing what this was or was not. Chizuru's hypnotic hungry eyes just smiled at him and without further debate, she turned her back at him. Whatever his protest had been, it was slowly fading from his mind as other thoughts, maybe even hopes, took its place.
Chizuru slipped her hand under the collar of her hiyoku, teasingly slow, and pushed the textile down – just enough until it skidded over the tip of her shoulder and gravity pulled down the rest of the cloth. Creamy pale shoulder was followed by a small protruding shoulder blade, next the dress glided down her back, all the way to her hips, leaving her completely bare from the waist up. She hugged her hands to her naked chest, which Heisuke could not see from his position, and that thought teased him. Chizuru was sitting in front of him, naked, her white hiyoku pooling around her waist. Undressed. Bare.
"Heisuke?" Her voice gently shook him from his reveries. She peered over her shoulder, biting her lower lip and almost smirked. She was waiting for him. That gaze she just gave Heisuke almost undid him. The young man felt how his blood rushed to his groin. His eyes felt hot and heavy, his eyelids weighing down, like he was staring a fire at too close.
His hand shakily gripped the washing cloth and dipped it into the hot water. There was still moist vapor over the surface. He had already rolled his sleeves up when he had been preparing the water. Heisuke crawled a step closer on his knees to Chizuru and held the washing cloth suspended in his hand, an inch away from her bare back. His breath had become labored, something he didn't even notice. He was looming behind her back and hoarsely asked.
"You sure I'm not doing anything you're uncomfortable with?"
Chizuru leaned backwards to Heisuke and hummed her answer. "Mmm-hm..."
Tentatively, he pressed the dripping coarse cloth against the skin of her back and Chizuru tossed her head back in a gratified sigh. Heisuke looked down and saw the arch of her neck and fought the urge to bite her there. He was painfully hard. More excited he'd ever been in his life. Never had he seen anything as sexy or erotic as this private display she was giving him. Seeing a woman compliantly unfolding before him. He wanted her so bad. Chizuru whimpered when his hand dipped down her spine to the curve of her ass.
He didn't know why she suddenly was so daring towards him, but he had lost his capacity for logic thinking at that point. He decided to return her audaciousness and dropped the cloth. He may not have been the sharpest katana on the katanakake when it came to women but even he understood that Chizuru wanted something only a man could give her. Something he yearned for her to take from him.
Heisuke cupped Chizuru's ass in his hand and snaked his free one under Chizuru's arm and around her. He squeezed the soft mound his other hand found and the woman squirmed deliciously in his heated hold. His actions came instinctive and easy, even when he hardly had more experience other than holding a girl's hand. She, either accidentally or purposefully, pushed her hips out so that they came in contact with his agonizingly hard shaft.
Heisuke drew in his breath through gritted teeth. He saw fireworks behind his closed eyes and only wished he wouldn't get fireworks in his pants as well – at least not yet.
"Chizuru..." He moaned and planted his lips on her still arched neck begging "I have to have you."
Heisuke quickly removed his hand from her smooth backside to whisk away the robes pooling around Chiuzuru's hips. After which he began to fumble with the clasps of his own pants and vest. He could not rid himself of clothes soon enough. His quivering hands didn't progress far, though. Suddenly Heisuke felt a violent yank on the back of his vest and was forcefully tossed to the other side of the room like a discarded ragdoll.
A loud thump resonated through his skull and specs of light twirled behind his eyes. The young man rubbed his aching head that had come into contact with the wall as he scrambled up. Whoever had surprised them had come in without making a sound. Or maybe Heisuke had been too... distracted to notice. Either way he silently reprimanded himself for not securing his back. But who was it that had attacked him?
It was the demon vice-commander Heisuke saw standing at the center of the room, between himself and Chizuru. The older man's chin-length hair shone pristine white and his eyes bled crimson. He had his sword drawn out and he quietly hissed. "Get out." a low guttural growl that of a wolf erupted from Hijikata's throat.
Heisuke placed his hand on the handle of his own katana, not intending to attack Hijikata, but ready to counter him if necessary. The young man was still trying to composure himself and figure out why the vice commander had attacked him, but what needed not saying, was that Hijikata was ready for murder.
Chizuru gasped and modestly hugged her bare chest.
"I didn't force myself on her if that's what you were concerned about." Heisuke defended the scene Hijikata had walked in on and squinted his eyes trying to look intimidating in front of a much formidable swordsman. Trying to mask the pain that throbbed everywhere in his head.
"I don't care. Get out." Hijikata repeated his demand and gritted his teeth angrily. His rage was seething from his entire presence that commanded the room and it looked like he was using a tremendous amount of self control not to beat the living shit out of Heisuke.
When Heisuke still refused to make a move towards the door, Hijikata all of a sudden sheathed his sword and in one silver flash grabbed the younger man by the front of his vest and hurled the much smaller man out – not really bothering to take into consideration that the soji door was still halfway closed. Splinters of wood flew around and torn shreds of paper were caught by the wind. Heisuke came in contact, face first, with a muddled puddle on the ground.
"You even think about coming back, I'll skewer your sorry fucking ass." Hijikata snarled and blocked the remains of the abused doorway with his infuriated frame. Denying access to anyone stupid enough to try, may they be friends or foes.
Heisuke picked up his bruised body from the ground, wiping away a sticky concoction of mud and blood from his chin. He stared at the vice-commander, challenging his fury.
"We're not done." Heisuke promised, but decided to retreat – for now. He was beyond gutted about the fact that his intimate moment with Chizuru had come to an abrupt end but he also knew nothing good would ensue from contesting Hijikata in the state of furor the commanding officer was in. They would settle this another day. The young man spat a clump of crimson gritty gob on the ground and limped towards the rasetsu quarters, angrily gripping the handle of his katana.
Hijikata's breath was still uneven as he turned his attention back to the root of the trouble. Chizuru was calmly half sitting on her futon, naked as the day she was born.
The vice commander tried to disregard any thoughts of her current state of undress as he next steered his aggravation at the woman.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!" He yelled, his shriek shaking the very walls of the room. Hijikata was beside himself with anger, unfulfilled desire to batter Heisuke's ass still broiling inside him.
Chizuru feigned innocence and pressed a hand against her chest, aghast.
"Me?"
Hijikata walked over to her mattress and grabbed the white hiyoku. He tried to deny his eyes the sight in his peripheral vision, but he could not help it. He could not unsee what was so easily displayed in front of him. He tossed the almost see-through piece of clothing at Chizuru. By what he had discussed with Sen earlier, he knew Chizuru was innocent to her wanton actions but he could still not shake the image of Heisuke cradling her half-naked body and feel devastatingly jealous. Would she just as easily offer herself to anyone? The thought of her with any man in such intimate position only fueled his rage further.
"Get decent." He commanded with a threatening low voice.
Chizuru let out a quick burst of air which was like a snort.
"Or what? You will huff and puff?"
Hijikata's eyes almost bulged out of his skull. Why the hell was she contesting him now? He was still riled up from his earlier bout with Heisuke, evident by his crimson eyes and whitesmoke hair. He didn't need this. He really didn't need this. But if come to it, he'd dress her himself.
"Try me." He growled and his eyebrows dipped into a deep frown.
Chizuru was usually very reasonable and unconfrontational, but the potion made her not just libidinous but brazen. She had the courage of a samurai, lion, bear or whatever other exalted parable in the catalog have you. She burned, deep within, with a need. A flame that would not shy in front of a lesser spark.
Chizuru chucked the translucent undergarment over her shoulder. The disregarded garment hit the back wall of her room and skidded to a pale lump on the floor.
"How's this for trying?" She sneered, not feeling the slightest bit of fear or shame; the feelings that had governed all her actions in the past years. It was oddly refreshing and... liberating; almost intoxicating. The girl had been kept prisoner by these men, threatened, bullied, belittled and worst of all – patronized to the point where she could not decide even the simple matter of her own clothing.
"Chizuru. I'm not joking." This time Hijikata didn't sound as angry. His tone was actually pretty flat. But the girl knew it was only because he had reached his limit.
She drew in a deep breath through her nose. Chizuru gracefully stood up from the floor, whisking few stray strands of hair from her face. Not trying to hide her nakedness, bearing her everything for his eyes. She tilted her chin up and confronted his eyes with just as much resolve and bull-headedness.
"No."
'That's it.' They both simultaneously thought.
It was for her own good. She could not... He would not allow anything to happen to her. Not by her, not by him, not by anyone. And if she would not cover herself, Hijikata feared for his own disciplinary.
For few fleeting moments, Hijikata stood still gathering himself. He looked at the abandoned robes behind Chizuru. But now, he could not will his eyes away from her figure. Her breasts. They were firm but looked like they'd easily fill his hands. Her waist made a steep decline just before the hips where her body was rounded perfectly. Rough physical exercise had made her body slender but her ass had only gained from all the climbing, riding and fighting. Unlike some female combatants Hijikata had seen, Chizuru didn't have the boyish, over-muscular torso and limbs. She had a feminine softness which must have been either due to fantastical genetics or a demon attribute. Either way, in all his years at brothels and beds of women, he had never seen a body as astonishing. All these observations were made in a span of few seconds and suppressed even faster.
Before Chizuru had managed to take another breath, Hijikata swooshed past her grabbing the abandoned hiyoku from the ground. He turned around and forcefully grabbed Chizuru's hand. He knew it must have hurt her a bit, but her expression didn't sway from the determined look that she had adopted earlier. She tried to jank her arm away, but Hijikata only tightened his grip.
He had to cover her, more for his sake than hers.
"You want it the hard way, you get it the hard way." He snarled and tried to loop the sleeve of the hiyoku past Chizuru's clenched fist. She resisted, squirmed and tried to back away from him until she was pushed back against a wall, Hijikata's iron grip on her arm not faltering the slightest.
Both of their breaths came in short and heavy pants. The man with the much larger frame pinned Chizuru against the wall with his arms while making sure to keep their bodies away from touching. He could feel his own body already starting to betray him with a pulsing stir of an erection. He tried his hardest to keep his eyes only on her arms where he tried to get her sleeves to fit. But it was impossible to ignore those soft, rounded mounds that were practically shoved against his face. The pink pointed peaks had become perky. And below those succulent breasts was a flat stomach, and as his gaze descended, he saw a dark trail of curly hair beneath her lower stomach. That trail leading to...Oh kami, he reprimanded himself and shut his eyes.
Hijikata hardly even noticed that the girl had stopped fighting him and instead, was compliantly holding in place, arms spread languidly to her sides. She studied his anguished expression, clenched jaw and knitted brows. He was in pain that was unknown to Chizuru and yet, she knew by instinct the remedy for it. All of her previous vexation was melting away in the sight of his misery. Normally the rasetsu pain was intolerable, but the pain he felt from wanting her, completely overpowered every other pain he was in.
In a curious whim, the young woman leaned forwards until her lips were softly pressed against the vice commander's.
Hijikata's eyes flashed open and his unrelenting grip on her arm finally loosened by shock. It was like small electric current running from his lips to the extremities of his body when he felt her mouth against his own. When Chizuru felt her arm being freed, she instinctively wrapped them around Hijikata's neck and she pulled herself even closer. She felt delirious elation at their proximity and felt like she would never want to let go.
What began as an exploratory and tender touch, quickly deepened into a vortex of passion and desperation when Hijikata returned her kiss.
He forced her lips to part and overtook the governance of her mouth with his tongue, dueling her orifice into submission with his zealous tongue. Chizuru moaned into his mouth and it only served to expedite his fervor. Hijakata hastily raised his arms and held tightly on her shoulders. He acted incongruently to his earlier resolve, willingly giving up on his restrains when he could no longer subdue his desire. He wanted her. He wanted her so much it hurt. He pushed her more firmly against the wall and released her mouth only for a quick gasp of air before going back to ravishing her lips and tongue. A unique taste that was distinctively hers filled Hijikata's own mouth. A taste that he had longed to know for so long now.
Chizuru moaned into their joined mouths and the vibration made his knees almost buckle.
A crashing wave of sobriety washed over Chizuru as Hijikata's hands slowly made their way to her hips. The earlier foggy and aimless sensation of want dissipated along with his kisses and touches. Her want began to materialize and take focus. Instead of just wanting to be fulfilled with something, anything, she wanted to be fulfilled by him specifically. This was what she truly wanted, no, needed. She needed a completion. Him. She needed everything he was.
Chizuru noticed the reel in Hijikata's posture and took advantage of his falter. She grabbed ahold of his muddied jacket that was still drenched and pushed him so that he was walking backwards away from the wall. His feet collided against her futon few steps away and they both came stumbling down, Chizuru falling on top of Hijikata.
She agilely straddled him and poised her hips against his. His wet clothes were freezing cold and Chizuru shivered.
"You have soiled my bed-clothing." She pouted but there was mirth in her voice and eyes. She ground her hips against his, as punishment. Hijikata hissed and vigorously gripped her waist. There was no hiding the hardened state of his manhood as Chizuru teasingly gyrated her bottom to the stiff cantilever through his clothing. Her thighs were getting as muddied as his pants.
"I think we need to get you out of these wet clothes." She said in a husky voice.
Hijikata knew with all his remaining reason that he needed to reject her ministrations. He had to stop this before he would cross that point of no return. At her current state, him accepting her advances would be counted as abuse by his own integrity. He was only taking advantage of the effect of the potion. She knew no better, but he should. But as her hands glided inside his coatee, he hazily admitted to himself that the point had been crossed. He was helpless in the fire of their lust.
His eyes returned to their usual color and his hair darkened into deep black. The rasetsu pain subdued, but Hijikata hardly noticed since he was in so much agony of wanting the woman on top of him.
Nothing in his life had ever come close to rivaling the deep, utterly consuming desire he found himself having for Chizuru. Not even those early days of his boyhood when he had first discovered the wonders of the opposite sex and had been practically obsessed by the finer gender – as many of his friends had been as well and had even encouraged his lewd escapades. He had spent tireless months trying to court a girl in his home village, his first love so to speak. When he had finally been at the very moment of having her, he remembered feeling like he would go mad with want, wanting to feel a woman for the first time. But even that intense memory felt tepid as he was cradled by Chizuru and lost to her caresses.
Hijikata propped his upper body up to help the young woman slide his uniform down his arms. Chizuru latched her mouth against his pulse and the man beneath hastily tried to strip from his undershirt and scarf tie. He bucked his hips upwards trying to find a better position and it elicited a whimper from his lover. Chizuru removed her lips from his neck and tossed her head back. She moaned and blushed at the feeling of his hard cock probing her heated core. Since the potion had lost its edge, she was starting to feel less and less bold and more aware of everything that was really happening.
She, Chizuru Yukimura, a virgin, had been behaving like a wanton harlot and trying to seduce a man much better educated in the arts of coitus. She was just a girl and knew nothing. But the way her vice commander looked at her, with his eyes now shining amethyst, she had never felt more beautiful or wanted.
She lifted her arms up and combed through her hair with her fingers, searching for the pins, sticks and other kanzashi from her silken locks. They had started to feel uncomfortable, tugging her hair and having being tossed by Hijikata, most of her hair-do had already come undone. And if there'd be some more... tossing around very soon, she wanted to get rid of any nuisances. She untangled her hair free of all the ornaments and accessories until the dark mass cascaded down her shoulders and apex her breasts. Her hair was in small waves after being held up for the whole night.
Hijikata watched as the lustrous black locks framed her face and he cupped her cheeks, pulling her face in and drowning her in more smooches.
"You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." He croaked between kisses, a little surprised how hoarse his voice had grown, but it only sounded extremely sexy to Chizuru.
"Holy hell, Toshi. At least shut the door, man." An extremely unsexy voice cut the actions of Chizuru and Hijikata dead in their tracks. They both slowly turned their heads to the ravaged doorway where the 2nd Unit Captain was smirking at them.
Chizuru let out an embarrassed squeal and rolled off Hijikata to hide behind him. Hijikata tried to shield her naked body from the too admiring gaze of Shinpachi Nakagura.
'Nice.' Nakagura mouthed to Hijikata, winking his eye and making round movements in front on his chest, trying to mimic breasts with his gestures.
"Get lost!" Hijikata growled at him and scrambled up from Chizuru's bed as the woman was wrapping herself in sheets to save whatever modesty there could possibly have been to save.
The obvious bulge in the front of Hijikata's trousers did not go unnoticed by the other man, but Hijikata didn't honestly care at that point. Nakagura was no virgin himself.
"No but seriously, Toshi." Nakagura said in a more serious tone and held his arm up gesturing Hijikata to stop and not bludgeon him before he had delivered his message. "The men are thinking that you've brought an escort here. I mean... You haven't been exactly quiet here, guys. They have heard female... voices. You of all people, Hijikata, should know what the rules say about female companions on quarters." The man in his green bandana scratched his chin and continued. "And well. There's no door. So basically you are putting up quite the road show here."
Chizuru blushed a deep crimson and tried to make herself disappear inside her sheets. Hijikata gritted his teeth, but could not argue with what Nakagura had just said.
The 2nd Unit Captain tilted his head towards Hijikata and tried to say under his breath. "But on a personal side note, you fucking need to get laid. Seriously. You've been acting up like a girl during her month-" Nakagura wasn't able to finish that sentence when he was gently nudged out of the room. And gently nugde in this context meant a kick on the stomach and a whack on the head, delivered swiftly and simultaneously.
Nakagura almost stumbled off the patio, to the ground like Heisuke just before, but he was able to get back his bearings.
"I told you!" He hollered at his commander officer and added just before running off to avoid risking a serious injury. "Just hang a blanket or something on the doorway!"
Hijikata suppressed his urge to run after him and pummel some sense into the skull of his comrade. He stood in the doorway and gripped the jambs of the doorway. As much as Nakagura was an ass, he was right.
Chizuru walked to Hijikata and gently placed her hand against the vice-commander's back.
He swerved away from her touch, the passion that had been overtaking his thinking had cooled off by the intrusion and he feared that even her slightest touch would easily cast him back under the spell of lust.
"No." He chided her and turned around to face her. "I'm sorry, Chizuru. We can't."
She looked confused and nervously gripped the hems of the sheets she was wrapped inside.
"I know you worry about the rules-"
"It's not about the damned rules." He sighed and pinched the arch of his nose, struggling to find the most correct words.
"Sen told me you had accidentally drank an... aphrodisiac at the party." He looked at Chizuru, remorse in his eyes which made her feel foul. Even though that revelation explained quite a bit about her earlier actions, she knew it was not because of anything she had drank that made her want Hijikata. She had wanted him for a long time. Only tonight she had been brave enough to act on those desires.
"I see." She dryly replied. "And that is why you don't want..." 'Me' was what she was going to say, but she didn't want a reply to such a question.
Hijikata picked up his undershirt from the tatami floor and began efficiently dress himself.
"My actions tonight, Chizuru, have been inexcusable. I should not have accepted your advances when they were manipulated by something that you had no control over." He neatly hung his coatee and his scarf over his arm. He looked at Chizuru with sincere eyes. The brokenheartedness she had just experienced was slowly giving way to anger.
"So you think I'd just lung myself at any man right now?" Chizuru asked, mustering the will to not sound as enraged as she was getting.
"Not you, but the potion, yes. It makes you... act incautious." Hijikata honestly replied.
Chizuru shook, and it had nothing to do with the draft that was coming from her destroyed doorway.
"Get out!" Chizuru yelled, her throat was burning from angry tears that threatened to spill. She wished she had something in her hands she could have thrown at Hijikata. That idiot.
"If you're so stupid to think that everything that happened tonight between you and me was just some delusioned passion, then you are an oblivious idiot!"
Now it was Hijikata's turn to look baffled. "Chiz-"
"No!" She stopped him but she was unable to stop herself from speaking her mind. "If you thought that today, this night, was the first time I have wanted you, you have been completely blind to my feelings for years!"
A shocked Hijikata found himself standing in the downpour of the relentless autumn rain after being kicked out of Chizuru's room a few moments earlier. The vice-commander stared dumbly into nothingness of the night.
He was stock-still, trying to reel Chizuru's words in his mind over and over again. Trying to remember the exact words she had used. Even though she had been upset and yelled at him – had she just confessed to him? Had she said she had wanted him for years now? Could it be that she hadn't been affected by the aphrodisiac and he had just royally fucked up his chance to make all his dreams come true and fuck her brains out?
"Shit." He breathed.
****
Chizuru had done according to Nakagura's suggestion and draped a blanket over her doorway. It should give her some privacy until she would get it fixed. She was too exhausted to do anything else about it tonight.
The water in the wash basin had cooled down, but it was still lukewarm enough for her to wash herself. She had mud all over her body from her earlier romp with the idiot vice-commander.
Besides fixing the door, she'd have to spend whole day tomorrow cleaning out all the mud from her tatami as well her bed-sheets, the young woman murkily thought as she glided the washcloth up and down her thighs.
When she had almost done bathing, she heard loud steps from outside on the patio and the blanket was violently ripped aside.
Hijikata practically stormed in and halted when he saw Chizuru hunching over the wash basin, holding a dripping wet wash cloth against her inner thigh. Her chest and thighs glistened from being wet and a streak of water rolled down her leg. Her hair was tousled and she was sporting a startled look on her face.
Suddenly Hijikata was filled with such an intense ardor as if it had never left him.
Chizuru didn't have time to tell him to get out when he already scooped her up into his arms, grabbing the nearest piece of fabric that looked clean enough and covered her naked body with it.
"I can't let you sleep in here without a proper door." He said matter-of-factly even though his voice sounded thick.
Chizuru didn't fight him when he carried her bridal style out of her room all the way to his own quarters.
He tore the soji open and slammed it shut behind him. He let Chizuru down just long enough to yank away her makeshift clothes. He hurriedly pulled her back into his arms and almost forced his mouth on hers, making sure he left her no time to rebuke him. Her eyes widened with astonishment.
Chizuru squealed into their kiss, but Hijikata didn't yield. If he backed down now for an softer approach, this night would turn into a long argument about his dumb-assedness and he'd end up dying a case of blue testes.
Hijikata pushed Chizuru against the wall, picking her up and guiding her legs around his waist. Demandingly, and very dominantly, he ground his hips against her core and she felt he was rock hard. Chizuru pulled her mouth away from Hijikata, but not as much to decline his approach as to take a deep breath and moan when his hardness rubbed against her clit.
She was still a bit mad at him, but it only made her bizarrely more eager. She had no idea how or why her body was reacting to him as it was, but Hijikata seemed to know perfectly well what he was doing.
He took the opportunity to hastily shed his wet shirt and toss it on the ground. And he literally ripped it as he was in such a hurry to get rid of it. Chizuru knew he took utmost care of his equipment so she was a bit surprised by his carelessness.
Chizuru didn't have long to admire his sculpted, bare chest when he once again had locked his lips with hers.
The young woman could feel how the little ember within her belly was growing and getting harder to ignore. That same feeling of mad-ridden need to be fulfilled gnawed her inside again. The more Hijikata touched and kissed her, the more Chizuru began wanting it. She started to mimic the movements of his hips and it made Hijikata shut his eyes and display that same agonized expression she saw earlier in the night.
He looked like he was about to say something, but he didn't. Instead he moved his hands between their hips to touch Chizuru. First thing he felt was how soaking wet she already was. That notion alone made his cock weep with pre-cum. They were both more that ready to give into each other. But Hijikata knew that if he'd take her now, he would last miserably brief. He had to cool down his loins and to keep him distracted for a while, he began rubbing circles with his thumb on that sensitive spot between Chizuru's legs.
Chizuru wasn't a stranger to her own clit but to have it caressed by fingers other than her own. The sensation was unparalleled.
The young woman cried out, immediately grabbing Hijikata's arm to stop his ministrations. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder and apologetically panted.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I don't want you to get into trouble."
Hijikata lifted Chizuru's chin up and smiled at her mischievously, albeit looking a bit drunk with his eyes completely clouded with lust.
"Fuck trouble. I want to hear you." He said hoarsely and let his fingers play her like a skilled musician played an instrument. And the lust-pained moans of Chizuru were the most beautiful sounds Hijikata had ever heard.
It hardly took any time before Chizuru clenched her thighs around Hijikata and let out a long cry. She shook violently and Hijikata removed his fingers from her clit – because he knew that after the climax the clit would be too sensitive to a touch for a while. While Chizuru was still trying to get over her finger-play induced climax, Hijikata opened his pants and pulled them down just enough to free his cock from the restriction of his tight clothes.
He poised himself against her entrance. Normally he would have waited for his partner to give a verbal consent before a penetration, but if there existed one chance in a million that she would deny him now, he would have to chop his dick off or commit seppuku. He was in terrible pain of wanting her. But by the way she chanted his name in the lingering of her orgasm, Hijikata felt pretty confident that she wasn't opposed.
He slickened the tip of his cock with her natural lubricants and pushed past her nether lips.
He had hardly sheathed himself completely when he felt his testicles pulling up. She was the tightest fit he had ever had in his life, despite being utterly drenched, and her still throbbing inner walls gave his survival no chance.
"Shit." Hijikata barely got past of his gritted teeth when he felt his dick starting to pulsate. It was pathetic. He came just at the penetration. A shameful display for a man. Not to mention a very dangerous blunder. He had had every intention to pull out before cumming, to avoid certain consequences. Last thing he needed with the war going on and him adapting to be a rasetsu, was a baby. But now, he simply stood between Chizuru's legs, completely still, panting and leaning his head against the wall.
After some moments had passed, Chizuru tentatively called out to Hijikata who hadn't moved a muscle.
"Is everything okay?" She asked and shifted her hips. The penetration hadn't necessarily felt good, but it hadn't been as unpleasant as she had expected. It hadn't really hurt that much. The sensation of being stretched out by something foreign to her own body was both uncomfortable and exiting.
"Don't..." Hijikata hissed. He quickly grabbed her hips to still them. His boner hadn't died the slightest and he felt that he was about to do something unthinkable and come immediately again if she moved. He'd be poorly representing his skills as a lover and embarrass himself if he did.
Even though not being familiar to the male ejaculation, Chizuru knew instinctively why Hijikata had stopped. She knew he was in the same high she had been just a moment ago. And he was about to get there again. The reason why he resisted, she didn't know. But she was curious.
Chizuru smiled to herself and wriggled her hips to elicit a reaction from her lover.
"Fuck, Chizuru. Stop." Hijikata commanded and punched his fist against the wall.
The young woman turned her head to her side to whisper into Hijikata's ear.
"I'm still pissed at you. You deserve to be punished." And she lifted her hips up and down his cock as much as she was able since Hijikata was trying to hold her hips in place.
"Oh, fuck, oh, Chizuru." Hijikata groaned and began pumping in and out of her furiously. Chizuru moaned into his pummeling and the only thing the vice-commander regretted was the knowledge that he couldn't make her ride his dick and keep making that fuckable noise for longer. Thus it wasn't that many seconds until Hijikata once again froze completely but this time it was his turn to let out a long, suffering and deep moan as he emptied himself inside her. He cradled her ass in his hands as Chizuru was still moving her hips up and down, milking him dry to the bone. It felt like he just kept cumming and all other sensations and perceptions disappeared but the intense pleasure in his spine and in his crotch. He had never let his seed inside a woman before but know finally fully realized why so many men wanted to take that risk.
"Chizuru, you'll be the end of me." Hijikata sighed and kissed the upright curved lips of said woman.
As a revenge, Hijikata wanted to make her cum at least three times this night.
****
A lone figure sat in a private tea room enjoying a cup of steaming tea placed on a chabudai.
Nature would always find its way to a destined outcome, but what harm was there to water flowers to help them bloom a bit quicker, Sen mused to herself as she twirled a small glass container of rose pink liquid in her hands.
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A/N: I would have liked to give some love to all of the guys but this would have become ridiculously long, plus, despite the effect of the "lust potion", I didn't want to portray Chizuru as a challenge cup (i.e. a woman that goes around a LOT). Leave me a comment and tell me who are your favorite guys? :) (Mine are Hijikata, Kazama, Okita and Saito – even though after playing the 3DS port, I'd have to say that Harada and Heisuke had one of the best routes). Are you guys looking forward to the PS4 port (whenever and if ever released...) I sure am since I don't own a PS Vita. T_T
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