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Chapter List
- 1-BOUND
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four - END
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~ Twenty-Three ~
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Mr. Fujiwara, Shigure came through the door at only a quarter after seven. Being a Saturday, he didn't have to work his usual overtime to eight-thirty like he did the rest of the week. Only minutes later, Touko's shrimp extravaganza was spread out on the dinner table -- about dozen different shrimp dishes around a huge bowl of bubbling seafood and vegetables.
Shigure was suitable impressed. "All for me? How wonderful!" He grabbed a bowl and the long serving chopsticks with grinning enthusiasm.
"Hey! Grown-ups should learn to share!" I grabbed a bowl and snatched for shrimp too.
Shigure brandished the longer chopsticks and lifted a haughty brow. "Share is it?" He grinned. "I say, every man for himself!"
I grinned right back and pushed up my sleeves. "You're on!" I snatched for the shrimp Shigure had claimed.
Naturally, Shigure had to defend his honor -- and his shrimp. Chop-stick against chopstick, we fought for the coveted prize. Wavering between our battling chopsticks, the contested shrimp went airborne.
Nyanko leaped up from the floor and snatched the flying shrimp from the air. He slurped it down with a satisfied grin -- and a burp.
Laughter erupted around the dinner table.
Despite everything that had happened that afternoon, the horrible discovery of Natori's true feelings about spirits and the true nature of the spirit he was planning to exorcise tomorrow afternoon... Despite all that, the ice that had formed around my heart melted just enough to let me smile and enjoy dinner with the family that worked so hard to make me a part of them.
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Shigure shook me by the shoulder. "Takashi?"
I looked up from my folded arms somewhat surprised. "Eh...?" Apparently, I’d fallen asleep right there at the dinner table.
The older man grinned. "Let's get you to bed, shall we?"
At the sink, Touko smiled and waved a yellow-gloved hand. She had already cleared the table and started on the dishes. "Sleep well, Takashi."
I struggled to rise from my chair. "I should stay and help...?"
"That's quite alright, Takashi." Shigure caught me under the elbow and steered me out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. "I'd rather not have you fall asleep on the kitchen floor." Walking right behind me, Shigure made sure I made it up the stairs and got my futon bed unrolled -- just in time for me to pass out on him. I'm not even sure if I remembered to shut off the light.
Dinner might have been peaceful, but my sleep was not.
Once again, I was visited by the shadowed silhouettes and distorted voices of my recurring childhood nightmare. "Nobody wants a liar like you in their family!"
"I'm not a liar!" I struggled against the pressure of their accusations with the only emotion I had at hand, anger. "I'm not!"
A soft feminine voice whispered sadly from the misty darkness. "Why can't you just be normal?" It sounded like Touko. It turned its faceless back to me and began to fade into the mist.
Something in me broke and hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I reached out to her. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't go!"
The shadow faded into the distance.
I tried to go after her, but there was no ground, no sky, no walls...nothing, but dark mist. "Please, come back! Don't leave me!" My breath hitched with sobs. "I don't want to be alone."
From behind, powerful arms closed around me and a deep masculine voice whispered against my ear. "You're not alone. I'll be with you until the day you die."
For a moment, I was comforted, then I truly saw the arms embracing me.
The arms around me were moon pale and bore jagged tribal slashes of glowing scarlet. They ended in large pale hands that were clawed. Long silver hair flowed past my shoulder and long teeth brushed the back of my neck.
I should have been alarmed. I wanted to be alarmed, but all I could feel was resigned. In that moment, it was so very clear to me that understanding of who -- and what -- I was would never come from humans. They could only -- would only -- accept what was within their own experiences.
If they could not see it, feel it, smell it, touch it...it did not exist. To them, what I knew to be real did not exist, and if I could not conform to their view of what was real and what was not, I would find no place among them.
A sharp stab inside my chest doubled me over. It was my heart, and it was ripping in two. The pain was so great I could barely choke out the words I desperately wanted to shout. "It's not fair. I'm human too."
The pale arms around me tightened. "Natsume... Natsume... Takashi."
I gasped in a sharp breath and opened my eyes.
Above me only a breath away was the sleepy, scarlet-marked face of Madara in his human-like form. He stared down at me blinking his golden eyes with lowered brows and a slight frown on his pale lips. His long silver hair draped across his broad shoulders and down the muscular arms that held him above me. He spoke softly and somewhat hoarsely. "Natsume?"
I could feel tears, hot and wet, streaking down my cheeks. Embarrassed, I looked to the side to dodge his gaze. "Just a nightmare."
Madara lifted a hand and brushed a thumb across my wet cheek. "You haven't had one of those in a while."
Being more than half asleep, I didn't think before I spoke. "Naa... I had it last week too." I scrubbed my cheeks with the back of my hand.
Madara abruptly rolled onto his back, his gaze focused on the ceiling, and his lip curled in a sneer that revealed a long tooth. "Triggered by that a sorcerer, no doubt." He shook his head sharply. "That bastard has brought nothing but trouble."
That's when I noticed that Madara was under my comforter right next to me, and utterly in the nude. In the half-light slipping past the curtains, his skin seemed to glow. He curled his lip baring his fangs. "I should have just eaten him and been done with it."
As subtly as I could, I shifted to the side -- away from him. "What are you doing in my bed?"
Madara turned to blink at me and frowned. "What? I always sleep with you."
"As a cat. Not in--" I flicked a hand toward him. "--That form."
His eyes seemed to ignite with golden light and he smiled, showing his fangs in the process. "Why Natsume, does it bother you?"
Alarmed, I rolled away, presenting my back to him. "Never mind. Just...go back to sleep."
"But you haven't answered my question." The blankets rustled and then his arm was around me, his hand enclosing my wrist. His long body pressed up against mine, his knees nudging against the back of mine. His scent; redolent of fresh leaves, and summer rain that was tinted with the sharp ozone of lightning -- of power, washed over me. He whispered and his breath brushed the back of my neck, right down the collar of my pajamas. "Does this body--" He lifted his head and his long silky hair slid down his arm to pool on the blanket before my eyes. "--Disturb you?"
I froze. My mouth dried and anything I'd thought of saying evaporated from my mind.
His lips brushed against the side of throat, the blunt tips of his fangs scraping lightly. "Or is it more that I--" His voice abruptly deepened to a vibrating purr. "--Excite you?" He inhaled right under my ear.
A shudder gripped me. My answer? All of the above. He was bothersome, disturbing, and exciting; so much so that I was having difficulty breathing. "Please, I just want to go back to sleep."
"You mean back to your nightmares?"
Pain stabbed right through my heart. I flinched and curled in on myself.
Madara sighed, a soft huff of warm air against the back of my neck. "I have a better idea." His clawed hand released my wrist to press against my belly. "Why don't I--?" His other arm slid under me and came up to close around my chest then gripped my shoulder. "--Comfort you?"
My eyes snapped open wide. "Eh...?"
His hand on my belly grabbed my pajama bottoms, bunching them in his fingers, then yanked them down to my thighs, baring my ass, baring my half-hard cock.
I froze because I was too busy reveling in the electrical burn of anticipation.
His soft chuckle against my ear, however, rankled.
Out of sheer annoyance, I grabbed onto his restraining arm and bucked hard, kicking out. I sucked in a sharp breath to shout.
His hand on my shoulder flew up to cover my mouth, muffling any sound I intended to make. His chuckle right by my ear deepened to almost a purr. "Now, now... Mustn't wake the Fujiwaras, no?" His hand left my pajama bottoms to close on my dick.
With the first stroke of his hand on me, my muffled protests melted into muffled moans.
He threw a long leg over my thighs, trapping me, and pressed in. The hot, rigid length of his cock slid against my butt cheek, smearing wetness. He shifted his hips and his cock slid into the seam of my butt cheeks and aligned with my anus. He didn't enter me, only applied only the slightest pressure to keep his position. Instead, he began to kiss and lick the back of my neck and shoulders while his fingers caressed my cock with hair-raising gentleness.
Apparently, he'd been sincere when he'd said; comfort.
When he had me fully hard and dripping, he released my dick to sweep his hand up my belly to my chest, then plucked lightly at my nipples.
My body bucked in sheer reaction, and in the process, the head of his cock breeched the ring of my anus and entered me. The sudden ache was startling, but not horribly painful. I had not been prepared and the only lubrication came from what was leaking from his dick. However, our earlier...activities in the bathroom had apparently, left me a bit lax. I held still, denying him further entry.
As though completely unconcerned, Madara continued with his gentle caresses across my chest, down my belly, then back up to thumb my nipples, his claws and teeth scoring whatever he could reach. All of this while licking and sucking on my neck, his voice a deep, rumbling, growling purr that vibrated through me.
I panted and moaned into his palm while my untouched cock throbbed and dripped. I tried to hold still, but despite my best efforts, my body trembled under his fingers -- and opened. Every now and again, I would shudder and writhe just a little and each small movement drove his cock slowly -- painfully slowly, exquisitely slowly -- deeper into my body.
After an eternity of being gently stroked, lightly caressed, affectionately licked, and tenderly kissed; my shudders and writhing finally sheathed him completely within my body. By then, I was weeping, the tears flowing down my cheeks with the need to finish it -- to have him fuck me and just finish it.
However, with his palm over my mouth, I couldn't just ask him for it. Instead, I freed a hand to reach back and grab him by the buttock and pulled him into me.
With a deep low chuckle, Madara began rocking his hips, pumping in and then out of me slowly and with painstaking care.
And so began the longest, sweetest orgasm in my life. Writhing in Madara's arms with his body slowly stroking me inside and out, his growling purr vibrated deep into my body and all the way into my dreams.
I did not have another nightmare that night. There simply wasn't room in my heart.

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Morning came with Nyanko snoring at my side -- and sheets that desperately needed to be washed.
I dragged the sheets and soiled pajamas into the bathroom with me to scrub them in the sink as best I could before burying them in the bottom of the bathroom hamper. After a hot shower and a fierce scrub, I wrapped a towel around my hips to brush my teeth. In the mirror over the sink, I could see a ring of bruises all along my shoulders and the back of my neck. Hickies, kiss-marks, love-bites, fang-marks... Madara.
Fury engulfed me. That son of a bitch...! He'd marked me, and there was no way in hell it wasn't deliberate. In a fine fit of temper, and wearing only a towel around my hips, I stalked back to my bedroom.
The reek of spent semen practically slapped me across the face.
Absolutely terrified that Touko, or worse, her husband, Shigure, would walk in and smell that, I rushed to the window. I tore open the curtains then shoved the window sash all the way to the right, wide open to get fresh air into the room. The morning breeze was biting cold against my damp skin, but the sun was warm on my face. It was clearly going to be a nice day.
Too bad I had to wear a turtle-neck.
Furious, I raised a fist and turned to confront Nyanko.
Nyanko was gone from my bed.
I kicked at the futon mattress and snarled vehemently, but softly. "You better run, you perverted cat!" Continuing to growl in annoyance, I turned on the small electric floor heater by the bed. The smell was clearing quickly, but it was getting cold just as fast. I went to my dresser for some clothes and dragged on some boxers and jeans, then a cream turtle-neck. Over that, I buttoned on a brown and green flannel shirt.
I had just finished rolling my futon and shoving it toward the wall-closet in the corner when I heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Takashi? Breakfast is ready!"
I gave the futon one last shove to jam it in the wall closet. "Coming!" I closed the closet door then padded over to the window to close it almost all the way. I left it open a crack to make sure that the room was good and aired out. After shutting off the small heater, I left my bedroom -- making sure that the door was closed behind me -- and padded down the stairs to join the Fujiwaras for Sunday breakfast.
Breakfast ended, and I was helping Touko who was washing the breakfast dishes when I suddenly remembered Natori -- and his scheduled exorcism. I turned sharply to look at the kitchen clock over by the window. It was already a quarter to ten, and I had no idea what time he planned to do his exorcism of the female spirit that remembered him -- and liked him. "Crap!"
Touko turned and frowned at me. "Did you have plans this morning, Takashi?"
I looked over at Touko, and the unfinished dishes. I was pulled in two directions -- the spirit who needed to be saved, and Touko whom I was already helping. "Uh..."
Touko smiled and plucked the dish-towel from my hands. "Goodness, I can handle putting away a few dishes. Go and meet your friends."
I smiled, but it was half-hearted. It wasn't friends I was going to meet. "I'm sorry Touko, ma'am." Impulsively, I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you."
Eyes wide, the older woman in her pink apron lifted a yellow-gloved hand dripping with soap to her cheek, and blushed. She abruptly grinned and waved her other hand. "Go! Go! Do whatever it is you planned."
I dashed out to the front foyer and tugged my brown overcoat from the hook. Frantically, I dug through the pockets for the note Natori had pressed into my hand.
Eleven o'clock.
I didn't have much time. I grabbed my scarf and rushed out the door at a run, barely slowing to tug on my coat and throw my scarf around my neck. I couldn't let Natori exorcise that spirit!
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