For this chapter Mica-chan has written a side-story 'Blood, drops
and a marriage'. It is very good, I highly recommend it. If you
like Saitou/Okita, that is =^^=. it can be found on my homepage or at
ff.net.
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And I got no choice, no, I got no choice at all
I'll say it again
L is for LOVE, baby
O is for O yes I do
V is for VIRTUE, so I ain't gonna hurt you
E is for EVEN if you want me to
R is for RENDER unto me, baby
M is for that which is MINE
A is for ANY old how, darling
N is for ANY old time
words by Nick Cave (Song: "Loverman", CD: "Let love in")
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CHAPTER 5: CONFRONTATION 2
WARNING: LEMON ahead
I reached out for the kimono once more, why would someone give me such a
wonderful present? No one, except my parents had ever given me something
without wanting something in return.
I picked up the kimono and held it in front of me, inspecting it. Dark blue
was not a common colour for a kimono and silver butterflies, only a few,
only
on one sleeve? He had 'hit' my taste directly and had chosen a 'perfect'
one.
This was the most precious and fitting present I had been given in my entire
life. Did he know? How much did he already know about me?
"That is wonderful Saitou-san. It is so.." I was out of words.
"Don't be silly, that's a kimono, nothing special. You are a woman after
all.
What a fuzz about something to wear."
He was lying. THIS one was special, it was dark blue and had silver
butterflies on it. He must have searched whole Kyoto for the silk and must
have scared the scissor to death to get it ready for today.
I laid the kimono carefully back on the table, he was still standing beside
me
against the paper-wall, he had finished the cigarette and looked unmoved.
He
WOULD HAVE something special, it was time now.
I stood up in front of him "Saitou-san?"
He raised an eyebrow "What is it?"
I reached out with one hand, touching his cheek, he still revealed no emotion
on his face.
"Thank you very much! That is wonderful, I love it!"
"No one could oversee that." Still he looked not interested at all.
Come on, Saitou, you couldn't tell me, you had spent all that money and
were
not satisfied that I was pleased. It had to be possible to get SOME EMOTIONS
out of him, to scatter his self-control.
I moved closer nearly touching him with my body and lifted my head watching
him through my eye-lashes.
"Have you ever paid for a 'special' service?"
That wiped him out of his stupor slightly, I felt the hair in his neck
raising and his voice was getting rough "No."
I moved even closer, let my hand wander under his kimono, my other hand
under
his hakama, touching his intimate parts.
"You should have done that. I can ensure you, you will enjoy this trip."
Now his stupor was washed away, he threw his arms around me, he kissed me
hard
on my mouth, forcing me with his tongue to open it and kissed me even harder.
Luckily he had drunk enough sake, otherwise I would have had to wait an
eternity for this reaction. What would he do after the 'service'?
He had already managed to open my obi, but he pressed me so hard against
him,
that it did not hit the ground.
I pushed him back, it fell down, my kimono opening in the front. His eyes
began to gleam in the dim light of the room, seeing parts of my body exposed.
I stepped closer "Please relax and enjoy!" I looked him deeply into his
eyes
"And never forget: I do this only for you, nobody else."
He had to swallow, he wasn't able to answer anymore, a good result for my
first try.
"Relax, sit down and enjoy" I shoved him to a box standing in front of a
wall
and placed him down on it. He was not able to turn his gaze away from my
face.
I approached him, laid my hand on his knees, parted his legs, dropped my
kimono and knelt down between his legs. His ki changed, he began to realise
what I was up to.
I let my hands wander up his thighs and opened the knot of his hakama. I
traced with my left hand up to his waist and grabbed his kimono there. With
my
other hand I pulled his hakama down and touched him. He was already highly
aroused. Not very long and he would be VERY aroused.
"Just relax and enjoy."
I leaned forward and massaged him with my breast. Feeling him harden I looked
through some strands of my hair up to his face. His eyes were wide open,
looking down on me, his breathing got deeper, faster, his heartbeat quickened.
I was sure, the next action would scatter his well-trained self-control
away.
Prepare yourself, Saitou. His hands clinched to the sides of the box.
I moved back, removing my breast, taking him in my right hand. I licked
my
lips, stuck my tongue out and licked his tip. He gasped and tightened on
the
box.
I let my hand move up his shaft, my thumb turned in a circle around his
tip
and scooted down. I opened my mouth to take him full, his hands tightened
on
the sides of the box, it began to crack. Holy shit, this would be expensive.
He looked down at me, fascinated, and I fought the gag reflex, took him
deeper
into my mouth, my hand caressing the rest of his shaft and his balls. I
lifted
my head and lowered it.
I switched between my right hand and my mouth, he just took pleasure in
my
doing, his breathing quickening.
Suddenly I felt his hands on my head in my hair, pressing my head down on
him.
He had found his pleasure in my doing and didn't want to let me go. It turned
me on, to see him like this. Completely lost and focused on his sex, I felt
myself getting aroused.
"Oh, Gods, Tokio, don't stop." He managed to stutter out breathless. This
seemed really to be his first time, I could have imagined. Why to pay more
for
a pleasure? He just wanted sex to get rid of disturbing influences, that
he
could concentrate back on his duties. Sex was nothing he cared for. Till
now,
I guessed.
soon he tightened one last time hissing slightly on the box, revealing his
seed in my mouth, suppressing a cry. It was high time, I already felt my
jaw
hurting, I didn't thought I could have kept this up for one more minute.
I lifted my head, letting him out and massaged him a while longer with
my fingers. I looked deeply into his eyes, he gazed down at me, and I opened
my mouth a bit, licked away the last traces of his sperm and swallowed.
He was still breathing hard, sweat running down his reddened face. He looked
so damn attractive and sexy! I stood up and sat down on his lap, he was
obviously done with the world, exhausted, but I was not satisfied yet!
I let my legs hang down on each side, took one of his hands and placed it
over
my centre.
"Please, Saitou-san!" I whispered in a pleading tone. He would not have
to do
much, I was near my own climax.
He caressed my clitoris and entrance and paused. What was he waiting for?
I
needed that right now! I was sure my eyes gleamed already, a dangerous temper
appearing, I grabbed his kimono, pulled him nearer and whispered through
my
clenched teeth.
"Enter or you are in BIG trouble!" I must have looked real threatening,
he did
what I told him, he used his middle finger and pushed it down, inside me.
Oh god, that felt great! He moved his finger in and out soon joined by a
second finger. Reaching out my hands, I grabbed his head, pulled him closer,
threw my own head back and moaned.
"Come on, go on, that's wonderful!" His other hand supported my back, he
started to massage my clitoris with another finger.
"God, Yes!" I screamed, that was more than I was able to handle. He smiled,
seeing my last self-control vanishing and continued caressing my most intimate
parts.
"YES!" I yelled, I felt myself contracting around his fingers and my hands
tightened in his hair.
"AAA!" He screamed too. What was that for? This was MY climax!
"What was that for Hajime? What is wrong?" I wanted to know breathlessly.
"You ripped out some of my hair, Tokio! Watch what you are doing!"
A smile plastered on my face, I took his hand out of me, lifted it to my
mouth
and licked his fingers clean, while looking deeply into his eyes. He seemed
fascinated, watching me.
"It is your fault, giving me so much pleasure and taking away my control,
Saitou-sama."
He rushed me in his arms and pressed me against his chest.
"You are special, Tokio!"
I caressed his hair and whispered in his ear "Let's go to sleep."
****
I continued my training with Okita after the marriage and it happened only
a
few days later.
We were in the middle of a difficult kata, I tried to master the basic
Gatotsu, the technique Saitou used, I was focused and attacked Okita.
"Kya!" I slammed my katana down, where was his defence?
"Cough, cough" He coughed so hard, he was not able to raise his hand with
his
bokken. In the last moment I managed to through the bokken forward, missing
his shoulder only a few centimetres. It wouldn't have been the first time
someone broke a collarbone with a bokken.
"Cough, cough" He did not stop, he fell on his knees and began spitting
blood.
THIS was starting to worry me. He had coughed earlier during our sessions,
he
was ill, I knew that, but this was getting serious.
"Soushi! What is wrong?" I was near a panic now, I embraced him to support
him
and he leaned against me.
"It is nothing, Tokio, nothing to worry about!"
'IDIOT, you are lying!'
"I'm afraid I have another opinion. YOU GO INTO YOUR BED AT INSTANT! I'll
go
and catch a doctor!" He tried to protest, but he was too weak. I managed
to
get him on his feet, upstairs into his room and helped him to lay down.
He
was coughing the whole time, spitting blood several times.
"I'll be back soon, relax!" He nodded, he was too exhausted to answer me.
I rushed outside in my training outfit and looked frantically around for
a doctor.
Our house was empty, so I asked some people on the street. They must have
thought I was nuts, running around, shouting for a doctor and they evaded
me
or gave me no answer. Stupid idiots! I needed a doctor right now!
Finally I managed to find one by myself, I rushed inside, not caring about
formalities and stuff like that. They all stared wide-eyed at me. Aa, there
he was, he looked scared at me.
"You have to come with me!" I announced without introducing and other
circumstances.
"Aa, oo, aa,.." he wasn't able to speak or form a clear thought. Japanese.
Couldn't handle a little temperament and being pulled out of their usual
business. Time to scare him more.
"You don't want to have trouble with the Shinsengumi, the Miburo, do you?"
I
shook him to underline my words, I bet he thought his end was near.
"Aa, oo,... NO, NO!" Aa, there we go! I shook him harder.
"Then come with me at instant!" I grabbed a box with medicine lying on a
table
and dragged him onto the street, pulling him on his arm behind me.
The people in the clinic remained dump-folded on the same spot, wide-eyed,
mouth still opened, following us with their glances.
I loosened my grip on the doctor only when we stood in front of Okita who
was
lying on his futon his face deadly pale.
"Here is your patient, doctor!" I shoved him nearer to Okita, who continued
to
cough, but laughed at the doctor's expression.
"Tokio, what have you done to the poor man! Sorry, doctor, she loses sometimes
her temper a bit. Nothing to worry about."
The doctor nodded, visibly relieved to have a 'normal' patient and started
to
examine Okita. I stood beside him during the examination, hopping impatiently
from one foot to another. Finally the doctor finished with his task, put
his
belongings back in his box and stood up.
"What is it? What is wrong? Is it serious?" I began to scare him one more
with
my rude behaviour, my direct speech and my wild temper.
"Hm, I'm afraid, yes."
"What?" He was dead! He was a doctor, he had to cure him, I began to shake
him.
"Ma, ma. Tokio, calm down, he is not responsible!" Okita coughed between
his
laughs. "What is it doctor? TOKIO, LEAVE HIM!"
Okita was right, the doctor was not responsible for his illness, I loosened
my
grip and stepped back, lowered my eyes, bowing deeply.
"I'm very sorry, doctor, I'm sorry."
He visibly didn't feel safe in my company, but Okita assured him to go on.
"It is tuberculosis. I can do nothing about it. You have a few weeks left."
He
spoke as fast as he was able to and fled the room, obviously afraid of me.
I stood there dump-folded. NO! NO! Not again! Not another person near me
died
and I could do nothing about it. I felt tears raising and rushed forward
to
embrace Okita and to find some comfort in his arms.
"No, Soushi! Don't leave me! You are important for me!"
"Ma, ma, Tokio. I was afraid it would be serious and I knew I would die.
Please calm down and don't tell Saitou."
I chuckled from my suppressed cries and tears "I promise."
He cupped my face and forced me to look in his eyes "This is serious, Tokio,
promise."
Why he didn't want to tell Saitou? "I promise, Soushi!"
He pulled me back in his embrace and I tried to think about something
different, not to burst out in tears. NO, I wouldn't cry! There was something
I wanted to know, perhaps this was the right time to ask him
"Why did you start to train me?"
"Aa,.." he started..
*WUMM*
the whole shouji was slammed open, it was ruined, Saitou was standing in
the now damaged entrance.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?" I was shocked to the bones, I wasn't able
to
move, Okita was rooted to the place, too.
Saitou grabbed me around my neck ripping me out of Okita's embrace and slammed
me into the next paper wall, I found myself in the next room among some
Shinsengumi with their wives.
Everyone was rooted to his place, nobody was capable of moving or speaking.
Saitou approached Okita and punched his fist in his face. "STAY AWAY FROM
MY
WIFE. SHE IS MINE!"
That was enough. Okita was ill and he punched him for being my friend? He
couldn't decide with whom I talked and had fun. I WAS HIS? No way! I was
not
a thing which someone could own! I was no ones property! He was SO in for
it.
He would pay!!
I stood up, I knew my eyes were gleaming and I looked threatening.
"MORON!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and approached him. "You are an
IDIOT, Hajime!"
He turned and faced me, his eyes reflecting golden.
The Shinsengumi around me fled as fast as they could, outside the room,
I
guessed they even left the house. This was going to be serious.
"YOU STAY QUIET, TOKIO!" He stepped closer, threatening me.
"YOU CAN'T FORBID ME TO TALK! I'M NOT ONE OF YOUR DAMN UNDERLININGS YOU
CAN COMMAND AROUND!"
If it was possible, he looked even more threatening.
"YOU STAY QUIET AND STAY IN OUR ROOM AWAY FROM OKITA!"
We were shouting down the whole house, I believed they heard us even on
the
other end of Kyoto.
"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO SO!"
"OH; YES I CAN!"
"COME ON HAJIME, COME ON! TRY!" I had to admit, I saw this coming from the
beginning, but there was no way to cool my temper and to stay quiet. He
was
gone to far. I was prepared for the impact, but I underestimated the strength
he was using, hitting me on my cheek.
I flew across the room, through the next wall, down on the street. We were
on
the first floor, I had a hard impact on the mud in the street. My cheek
burned, my spine ached.
ENOUGH! I stood up and started to walk down the street, ignoring his yells.
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