Weeks of searching and nothing to show for it. Like a ghost in the wind, you vanished. Just up and gone. He won’t go as far as to say he underestimated you and yet…
What started as a game is now a matter of pride. He simply cannot allow you to win, cannot allow you to best him. And while it is unbecoming of him, he searches for the smallest clue: a burlap bag, severed sprouts, bitter solanine. It won’t lead anywhere useful – he knows this. Even so he follows your bread crumbs.
Going through the motions, he tracks the peddler unfortunate enough to have sold you a bag of potatoes. The hunt is tiresome to him now, perhaps even loathsome. He gains no real satisfaction from slaughtering the fodder you’ve placed in his path. What he truly desires is your pretty little throat between his teeth. He doesn't want to play anymore; he’s ready to collect.
So he continues this infernal chase, the distance ever-shortening, your energy always waning. The cards are stacked in his favour. You'll relent soon. Your little form is no match for him. Eventually your limbs will fail you, your mind will break. The moment your heart hesitates marks his victory.
The voice was familiar but you couldn't be sure. If the wrong person heard what you said, you would have a hard time explaining why you should keep your job. Hesitating, you turned around. The man smirked as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Notes;; Published: 2017-05-11
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“Hey, I need to tell you something. It's serious shit, you can't mention it to anyone else,” Sasuke whispered in your ear, eyes darting back and forth to ensure no one was close enough to hear.
Curiosity piqued, you leaned a little closer to your coworker. “Sasquatch, you know me. I won't tell a soul.”
He narrowed his eyes. He did know you; he knew you a little too well. You wouldn't intentionally let something slip, but most of the time you forgot it was meant to be a secret. He also suspected you had no qualms brokering certain information when convenient. If you could benefit from it, you'd take advantage of it. He couldn't complain. After all, he wasn't much different. The business world was cutthroat and his common sense was tossed out the window with his fifth glass of champagne.
“Right, so completely serious here. What do you think of Orochimaru-san?”
“Why? He's our boss. Get to the point already.”
“No, no. What do you really think? Don't you think something is off about him?”
To call Orochimaru your boss was an understatement. In actuality, he owned the company that both you and Sasuke worked for. You didn't see him much as he spent most of his time in his office, for which you were grateful. The first time you had met him you had thought there was something odd about the man. He seemed cold and calculating and distant, yet his smile always reached his eyes. Somehow that only made you feel more intimidated.
You nodded. “Go on.”
He searched the room once more. There were quite a few people scattered throughout but none close enough to hear. Not to mention that most were intoxicated. They had been celebrating some merger, at least that's what you assumed. You stopped keeping track after the first couple of these events you attended. There was always some new reason to hold a soiree. You didn't mind. It was nice to get a little buzzed after a long week.
“He's a snake.”
“Explain.”
“He's always cold and pale because his reptilian body doesn't get enough sun. I think he wears contacts, probably to hide his snake eyes. He doesn't talk to people - he uses his minions. I did once hear him talk, though… he sounded like a snake. Like... hiss hiss. You get me? A snake.”
You contemplated the possibility for a moment. It's not like you could for sure say he wasn't a snake. Sasuke wasn't wrong in what he said, either. Orochimaru was a bit weird. He was different from every other boss you’ve had, and the stereotype you held for a CEO. You frowned, scratching your head in thought. If he was a snake, it wouldn't be a big deal. He had a genuine smile and paid you well. As long as you did your job well, he had no reason to dislike you nor you him.
“You've convinced me, Sausage. He's a snake.”
“Oh? You think Orochimaru-san is a snake?”
You froze upon hearing the words. Sasuke’s dark orbs widened as he looked beyond you. He choked on his drink, spitting it back into the glass. The voice was familiar but you couldn't be sure. If the wrong person heard what you said, you would have a hard time explaining why you should keep your job. Hesitating, you turned around. The man smirked as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck, Sassy! You scared the shit out of me with your goofy-ass face! I thought it was someone important,” resting a hand on your chest, you sighed in relief. “Kabuto-kun, you shouldn't sneak up on people.”
“Sneaking around… remind you of anyone?” Sasuke murmured into his glass.
“Shit, you're right! If Orochimaru is a snake, that makes Kabuto,” you paused, a grin spreading across your face, “the baby snake!”
Kabuto scoffed, “How exactly did you reach that conclusion?”
“It's simple, really,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, chuckling at his glower. “You’re Orochimaru’s bitch!”
“Wow, what a night! I think I'll be heading home now! See you both on Monday!” Sasuke backed away with a nervous wave of both hands, muttering under his breath, “At least I hope I will.”
“That's a good idea, Sasuke-kun.” Kabuto nodded at your retreating coworker before dropping his tone, his voice a harsh growl, “Perhaps you should head home as well, before you embarrass yourself further.”
“Whatever, this party is dull anyway.”
“I'll drive you home.”
You didn't bother to reply, instead allowing him to escort you out of the building. His hand was on your waist, holding you in place in case you lost your balance and fell. At least that's the excuse he would spout if you questioned it. Both of you knew you weren't drunk enough to trip or stumble. Hell, you were barely even buzzed. You didn't mind. He felt warm as he pressed against you. You could smell his cologne as he helped you into his car, leaning across you to buckle you into the seat. The temptation was too great as you blew on the small patch of his exposed neck above his collar. You batted your eyes as he peered at you. Lifting your index finger to rest on the corner of your mouth, you smiled. He rolled his eyes.
You did your best to annoy him the entire ride home. It started with obnoxious humming and playing with the temperature controls. When you didn't get a reaction, you decided to run your fingers along his arm. He swatted you away, ignoring your pout. Not satisfied, your fingers brushed against his cheek before tracing his jawline. He told you to stop, so your hand moved south. You drew circles on his chest as you travelled down, rubbing his abs as you licked your lips. Your hand roamed up and down his thigh. You brushed against his cock with every stroke. With an irritated hiss, he grabbed your wrist and tossed your arm back to your side of the vehicle. Deciding to approach the situation from a different angle, you unfastened your slacks. Soft moans filled his car as you lazily circled your clit before delving a finger inside your folds. Your eyes never left his face. You saw how he struggled to keep his attention on the road, saw him fight his inner desire to watch you pleasure yourself.
His fingers clenched the steering wheel as your moans got louder. Using two fingers to thrust into your womanhood, you used your other hand to pinch and rub your clit. You were nearing your climax. It took every bit of his self control to keep his eyes forward. There was only a few more corners to turn, a few more streets to travel before you would arrive at your destination. He was a patient man. As soon as the car was parked, his focus was on you. You continued to work toward your orgasm, oblivious to the fact that the car had stopped. With a shudder, you came. His gaze never left your body as you panted, still feeling the aftershock of your high.
“Are you done or should I go around the block a few times?”
Pulling yourself out of your reverie, you smacked his arm. After watching your knees tremble as you exited his car, he carried you to your apartment. No words were exchanged; they weren't needed. You wrapped your legs around him, hands gripping his shirt. Your face rested in the crook of his neck. His scent was familiar and comforting. Taking your keys from your bag, he entered the apartment. Walking to the couch, he released his hold on you and laughed as you dropped with a yelp. Shooting him a glare, you used his shirt to pull yourself to your feet. The material stretched but otherwise remained unaffected, much like the man wearing it.
“Kabuto-kun, I'm so horny. Why didn't you just fuck me in the car?”
“It’s brand new.” He crossed his arms with a sneer, “You got it dirty enough without my help, though, didn't you?”
You snickered before placing a kiss on his lips. To your disappointment, he didn't return it. You caressed his cheek and tried again but to no avail. Targeting his sensitive spot, you dropped your lips to his neck. Licking from his collarbone up to his jaw, you beamed as his body relaxed. Fingers entangling in his hair, you kissed every spot that was exposed to you. It wasn't until his breath hitched and you knew you had found his sweet spot that you made your move. First a gentle nip then a light kiss before your teeth clamped down, earning a gasp. He never could resist you when you bit him there.
“You're a naughty girl, you know that?” He purred, wrapping his arms around you once more.
You nodded against his chin, lips still on his neck as your tongue swirled along his skin. He continued, “But you're also a dirty girl, still wearing those clothes after you came in them. You disgust me. Take them off.”
With one last bite, you detached yourself and pulled off your shirt. Soon after your pants fell to the floor and your underwear followed. You played with your bra strap, tugging the material up and away from your shoulders. Snapping his fingers, he rolled his finger in circle, indicating for you to speed up and get it over with. He didn't have all night and his patience had run out as soon as he reached the apartment. He didn't need a strip tease, not after your little display in his car. You frowned but obeyed, standing bare in front of him. Sauntering forward, you began to unbutton his shirt.
“Are you going to punish me, Kabuto-kun?”
“I wouldn't give you the satisfaction,” he smirked, fingers entwining within your hair. Inching forward, his breath felt hot on your ear as he whispered, “Kneel.”
Falling to your knees, you had his pants and boxers off within seconds. You leaned into his touch, his hand massaging your head. Looking up with the most innocent expression you could muster, you grabbed his cock and swirled your tongue around the tip. He groaned through gritted teeth. You took as much of his length as you could within your mouth, running your tongue along the underside as you bobbed your head. His grip tightened in your hair, a pained gasp escaping your lips. With one hand holding his toned thigh for support, you used the other to pump his shaft as you sucked on his balls. Once again you looked up at him with puppy eyes as you took the tip back into your mouth. He moaned as you continued to devour him. Yanking your hair, he pulled you off his cock with a wet pop. He ignored your surprised yelp as he threw a condom down at you, the package hitting you square in the face.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he purred, “but I have no intention of cumming until I hear you scream my name. Now be a good girl-” he nodded to the condom that had fallen to the floor, “-and put it on me.”
As soon as it was in place, he lifted you from the ground. He hugged you close to his body as he dropped onto the couch. Straddling his hips, you lined your entrance with his cock. With one swift movement, you pushed his entire length inside. Your nails scraped down his torso, his half-unbuttoned shirt taking the brunt of your assault. You didn't wait to adjust, raising your hips up before crashing back down at a rapid pace. Your lips crashed against his, engulfing both of your moans. He had a vice grip on your hips, bucking up to meet your every descent.
“Scream my name,” he groaned as he drilled into you, his thrusts become faster and more erratic as you slowed down, your oncoming peak already starting to hit you wave by wave. Grasping your hand and bringing it to his face, he placed a gentle kiss on your palm as your body began to tremble.
“Ka-Kabuto! Fuck!” A smirk spread across his features like a wildfire at the sight of you quivering around his dick, out of breath and eyes heavy with ecstasy. With a few more thrusts, he came into the condom. For a few minutes, he just watched you catch your breath.
“Stay the night,” you huffed, stretching your back before flopping down beside him.
“Of course.” He removed the condom, tying it shut and tossing it in the direction of the trash. You were about to tell him off for it when he sighed, “My shirt is a mess.”
“Your life is a mess,” you snapped, ignoring his smirk. “Why weren't you wearing a tie today? I could have put it to good use.”
He dropped his gaze, a pink tinge painting his cheeks as he mumbled, “I spilled coffee on it.”
You snorted, “My point exactly.”
“Go ahead, keep it up. We'll see how many jokes you're cracking when I don't take you to pick up your car tomorrow.”
You slammed the car door shut, earning a startled glance from the man waiting in the driver’s seat. After a long moment of staring ahead at the many vehicles passing by, your anger subsided enough to face your companion. He laughed and started the engine, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as the car pulled out of the gas station’s lot. With an exaggerated huff, you rolled your eyes and shuffled in your seat, getting comfortable for the ride home.
“Calmed down yet?”
“Piss off, Kisame.”
“It’s just because they think you’re so cute.”
“I’m not cute and I don’t want creeps looking at me!”
“You’re a showstopper. Even a gentleman like me can’t take my eyes off you.”
“You’re not helping!”
“Alright, alright, no need to turn your wrath onto little ol’ me.” He threw one hand up in mock defeat but his voice held nothing but amusement, an airy laugh on his lips as he continued his teasing, “As they say, Hell hath no fury like-”
“Hah! I’ll show you fury!”
“Just when I was going to offer to go back and kick some ass for you. It might be more effective just to set you loose on them.”
“You should be more worried about yourself at this point, buddy.”
The playful bickering continued even when the car came to a halt, stuck amidst a traffic jam. This type of fun atmosphere was second nature when it came to Kisame. You two had known each other for so long that ruthless teasing and sarcastic remarks were the only acceptable form of greeting. It was just another Saturday afternoon, just a normal conversation between friends. Friends. That was the part that left you feeling empty. You wanted to be more than friends - you had since college - but whenever you were single, he wasn’t. It was always bad timing (at least that’s what you had told yourself) yet here you both were, single and ready to mingle but, for some reason, not dating each other. It had caused you many restless nights.
“Earth to the airhead, we were having a conversation here,” he sighed, frowning as he gazed at you from the corner of his eyes. “What’s wrong? Am I boring you?”
“It’s nothing. Sorry I zoned out.”
“Come on, I know you. Don’t lie to me,” he whispered just loud enough to be heard above the hum of the hundreds of engines purring around us as we all waited for the congestion to ease up and traffic to flow unhindered once more.
“I’m just… conflicted. I have all these emotions brewing in me. There’s a storm raging within and it’s uncontrollable and insatiable and terrifying and I’ve become overwhelmed by it! There’s something, or rather, someone I want but I shouldn’t pursue. It just…” you trailed off, frustration ebbing away at your sensibility, urging you to throw caution to the wind. “It just isn’t fair, Kisame!”
“What do you want? Tell me, maybe I can help,” he smiled, his tone as kind and gentle as always.
“We’ve known each other a long time, yeah?”
“Duh.”
“Then-” you turned in your seat to face him, “-why haven’t you ever made a move on me?”
He blinked at you twice, the words not computing in his mind, before chuckling, the sound deep and hearty, “You’re hilarious. I thought you were being serious.”
“Am I not making my intentions obvious enough? Are you not picking up what I’m putting down?”
“Wait, you’re not joking?”
“I’m cute and sweet and friendly in public, just as anyone would want. Modest, honest, intelligent… and I’m interesting! Not to mention, my body is amazing! Remember that time you walked in on me changing? I looked sexy as all hell, right?!”
“I, uh, I don’t- no, I haven’t- it’s not, not-”
“Maybe I’m not your type. I’ve never felt that I was much different from the people you've dated, though,” you mumbled, your fingers scratching your collarbone as you continued, ignoring his flabbergasted stammering and incoherent stuttering, “It could be in the little things, I suppose. As roommates, you already have a sense of who I truly am, not the facade I present to strangers. That would make sense. That’s where most of my relationships end, now that I’m thinking about it.”
“Don’t be so rough on yourself!” He managed to calm his racing thoughts long enough to shout the words, his sudden exclamation reminding you of a drunk phone call you had with his last ex.
“From what I’ve been told, we would be sexually compatible. You know, I’m a bit of a freak in the sheets, an absolute sinner, but so are you!”
“What?!”
“Now, I’m not one to bow down and accept commands from just anyone, but I think I can manage if it’s you… I’d have no objections submitting to you. Well, not many. I mean, just look at you and that body of yours. You could toss me down on the bed and tell me to undress and I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d say, ‘yes, sir, and the panties too?’ You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined it. Those big hands of yours exploring my body, groping my breasts and pinching my nipples until I whimper. Your mouth on my body as you nip and suck on my skin a little too harshly, leaving bruises and marking my body as yours,” you murmured, your eyes distant as you recounted your fantasies, your fingertips massaging the soft flesh of your inner thigh absentmindedly. “Just thinking about it makes me wet and I haven’t even gotten to the sex yet.”
Lost in your own dream world, you didn't realise how red Kisame had gotten. His eyes were trained on the road, awaiting even the slightest movement in hopes of escaping the traffic jam. His silent prayers went unanswered; they weren’t making it home any time soon and that sweet rush of burning desire that settled in his groin and begged for acknowledgement would have to be ignored to the best of his abilities. He scrunched his nose and closed his eyes in concentration, hands turning pale as he gripped the steering wheel with a little too much force. It wasn’t until you heard him muttering under his breath that you snapped back to reality.
“Sorry. I made you uncomfortable.”
“That’s… that’s not it. I’ve just never imagined you as the submissive type.” As soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widened and a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.
A mischievous grin crossed your features as you leaned over and propped your elbows onto the middle console armrest, the tension in the car rising as you purred, “Oh? So you’ve thought about me that way before. Is that how I’m different from the others? You’re willing to switch?”
He avoided your prying gaze, his voice shaking as he asked, “What do you mean?”
You heard his breath catch in his throat as you leaned in closer, your tongue dancing across your lips as you whispered into his ear, “Have you ever wondered what I looked like in leather with a whip in one hand and handcuffs in the other? Or maybe you like the more subtle domination... a fancy business suit and six inch heels with a no-bullshit attitude, my voice dictating your every movement. Would you like to see me take charge, to command you? Want me to call you a good boy?”
“It seems the traffic is clearing up ahead, we should be able to move soon!”
“No, it’s not.”
“Sure it is!”
“Have you ever had sex in a car, Kisame?”
“We’ll be home in no time!”
“Answer me,” your eyes darkened as your tone dropped, your words cold. “Answer me now, Kisame.”
“No, I, uh, haven’t. It isn’t safe to, you know, do it while you’re driving. Pretty sure it’s illegal even when you’re parked, so that’s definitely a bad-”
“Stop talking.” Your words were sharp enough to stop him mid-sentence, his blush deepening as he witnessed the sweet girl he knew transform into the woman he spent too many nights lusting over. “Touch yourself.”
Objections rested on the tip of his tongue, threatening to challenge your authority, before he decided against speaking. Old habits die hard but he wasn’t going to risk receiving a punishment, not when in clear view of the many other drivers parked and waiting to continue their commute.
He hadn’t expected you to do this inside of the car, though he wasn’t complaining. He couldn’t deny that he had wondered about this side of you ever since his ex spilled the beans after that drunken phone call. You were so happy-go-lucky so the idea of some wild, sadist side seemed farfetched, but he couldn’t shake it from his mind. Now the chance to experience it firsthand had arrived and he found himself growing weaker, the temptation overwhelming him. He had never thought of himself as a masochist, never thought he would submit to anyone, but today was a day of surprises.
Taking a deep breath, he stared into your eyes, watching as they softened. Sensing your resolve wavering, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down, exposing his hardening length beneath his tight boxer-briefs. Your gaze was heavy with approval and appreciation, and he felt like a teenaged boy once more as he averted his eyes, his face bright crimson. Slipping his hand under the soft cloth, he began to stroke himself until a sudden sting blossomed across the back of his hand.
“Not yet. Do it over the top of the boxers and do it slower until I say otherwise-” His eyes snapped open as your delicate hand gripped his chin, forcing him to face you once more, “-and don’t you dare look away. I want to watch you crumble before me.”
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Akatsuki Halloween Special Masterlist
Everything felt new, felt exciting. Danger lurked around every corner and every shadow held an unknowable mystery as you navigated through the darkening streets, your senses on overdrive and your mind racing while you searched for the establishment your friend had recommended. She assured you that it was discreet and clean: a respectable business for respectable clientele. Her positive reviews and overall insistence had convinced you to check it out, though you doubted they’d have anything that would tickle your fancy.
When you stumbled through the front door at last (after passing it a few times due to its inconspicuous nature), you breathed a quick sigh of relief. Had you planned to engage in lascivious behaviour that very night you may have been irritated, but you brushed off the hour’s lateness and peered around the room with large, curious eyes. It was warm, well-lit and smelled like orchids. Aside from the darkness that lingered just beyond the light’s reach in each corner, the decor gave off a casual and welcoming vibe. If you hadn’t known better, you’d assume you were in the wrong place. Nothing about the small café station or fashion magazines scattered on the wooden tables across from the cool, leather sofas screamed licentious adventures.
You shrugged, lips twitching up into a small smile. ‘Part of its charm’, as your friend had said.
Shifting your gaze to the reception desk, your eyes widened. You weren’t expecting such a delicious treat to be waiting for you. The man behind the desk was quite the sight. Bright green eyes bore into your static frame, sending an electrifying tingle down your spine. Stitches littered the visible skin of his arms and face, prompting your mind to wonder what the rest of his body looked like under those clothes. Large fingers tapped the desk as he waited for you to snap out of your trance and approach him. After a few minutes passed, it became evident you would rather ogle him for awhile longer, your line of sight focused on his biceps.
“Welcome.”
An emotionless stare accompanied the man’s flat, indifferent tone as he beckoned you further inside with a brief wave of his hand. You observed the way each of his muscles worked together in perfect harmony before his hands settled on the desk. You now had an even better view of his sculpted body as the small position change revealed a delicious slice of skin beneath his unbuttoned shirt.
“Uhh… Right, yeah, thanks. Listen, -” Shaking the perverted thoughts out of your mind, you crossed the room and faced him with an unwavering gaze, hoping in vain that he wasn’t aware of how turned on he made you without even trying, “- I’m guessing you know why I’m here. Show me who is available.”
“Of course. Follow me.”
It hadn’t been your intention to even look at the brothel’s sex workers - you had come to scope the place out so you could tell your friend that you had done it and she could get off your case already - but that little pit in your stomach was growing with desire, and it needed to be filled. You needed to be filled. While you weren’t the type to cave in to your carnal desires, that damn receptionist had a voice that sent heat straight to your groin.
There were a few gorgeous women and some pretty boys lounging in the large room the receptionist had led you to. Even though there was nothing wrong with them per se, none of the people inside the room were doing anything to stroke your metaphorical fire and liberate that insatiable monster known simply as lust. They were just kind of there. They looked beautiful and seductive, sure, but none of them appealed to your tastes at all. The one that could rev your engine was standing so close yet so far, untouchable like the forbidden fruit.
With a sigh, you turned back out of the room and prepared yourself to leave until your eyes met his once again and you could feel yourself melt under his heavy gaze.
Damn him.
“I, uh, it doesn’t matter who it is, as long as they don’t mind getting a little weird, I guess.”
“Weird?”
“You know, like blindfolds and gags and shit.”
He chuckled as a light blush dusted across your cheeks, the topic edging toward the border of your comfort zone. The deep, hearty sound sent another jolt straight to your pulsing nether regions. Once you realised your eyes were looking anywhere except his unnerving stare, you gave yourself a mental kick. This wasn’t the time to get flustered.
“You think that’s weird? How cute.”
“What’s cute?” Act cool. "I mean, besides me.”
He quirked his eyebrow for a brief second but otherwise ignored your comment. “Any of them will do it for the right amount of money.”
Failed it.
“Any of them?” Act cooler. There was no rule that said you couldn’t sleep with the receptionist… Unless there was, you hadn’t looked.
Closing the gap between you and ignoring how small you felt next to his strong, broad frame, and gave him your best bedroom eyes. “They don’t interest me. I need a real man, so I guess the only question left to ask is if I can have you instead?”
Nailed it.
Your face lit up when you saw his lips quiver toward a smile. Even when his face returned to its usual stoic expression, you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling triumphant. You weren’t sure why you felt that way, but the thought of spending the night with the smoking hot receptionist felt like a prize and you’d hit the jackpot.
“Sure, for the right amount of money. I don’t come cheap, however.”
“It looks like I won’t be cumming for cheap, either,” you laughed, flashing him a wink before turning on your heels and throwing him a small wave over your shoulder. “I expect quality service when I get back.”
“Where are you going? I don’t have all night.”
Was that irritation or impatience you heard? It could’ve been both, or neither. Looking at the big picture, it didn’t matter which it was. What did matter, however, was that you weren’t going to forget that small act of disobedience anytime soon, and therefore he wasn’t going to forget it either.
“I didn’t withdraw enough cash to cover such a fine piece of ass. I’d hate for you to feel underappreciated. You just get yourself ready, handsome, and I’ll be back before you know it.”
You didn’t see his eyeroll as you strolled down the hall, confidence and excitement rolling through your body in waves.
You flipped over onto your back, your eyes burning a hole into the ceiling while you tried to focus on anything else besides the moans echoing throughout the halls. The wind picked up and began to howl, branches slammed against the windows and the entire house began to tremble. According to the landlord who had been generous enough to loan it to you and your companion for a night, it was an old home with a long history, though you’d soon figured out that translated to ‘creepy and possibly possessed’.
Leaning forward while scrunching the smooth bedding between your shaking fingers, you squinted at the dark corners of the room. As the minutes passed, your mind began to play tricks on you and your imagination offered up its most grotesque creations. You considered yourself to be tough, but it was an unfamiliar environment and you never could manage to calm your nerves when this late at night. With demons and wraiths materializing in the shadows before your very eyes, taunting you with their sadistic grins, your resolve weakened. Desperate times called for desperate measures after all, and you knew that falling asleep without his help would be no easy task.
Turning to the sleeping figure next to you, you gave his arm a light squeeze before whispering his name in an attempt to wake him. Your words fell on deaf ears, but you weren't the type to give up without a fight. Using your other hand as well, you squeezed a little harder. Speaking a little loud, you called out his name two more times, yet he still didn’t stir. With an angry huff, you held his arm in a vice grip and shook it with a little too much fervor. His only response could be felt beneath your fingertips as his muscles tensed for a brief moment.
Shock flooded your senses upon feeling just how hard and toned his arm felt. A small blush tinted your cheeks as you continued to hold his large, muscular bicep. You weren't expecting him to feel so buff; you hadn’t realised he took such great care of his physique. With your original concerns of ghouls and monsters all but erased, your mind wandered to places far worse. Images that no friends, let alone mere co-workers, should have invaded your thoughts. You could picture his skin glistening with sweat and his tight muscles rippling beneath his form-fitting tank top as he worked out, his body enticing you with its every movement. Every dip and curve of his body was visible as he stripped down, ready for a steamy shower after such an intense session. It was a sight straight from one of your best dreams and you wondered if you had fallen asleep at some point. A loud gasp slipped past your lips when you realised your hands were caressing his shoulders and, as if with a mind of their own, began to trail down to his lower back. It took just a second for your brain to process what you had done and for your hands to retreat from their conquest and return to your side, but the damage had already been done.
“A surprise massage? Did I win the lotto?” The man beside you snickered. His eyes held a playful glint and no signs of fatigue as he gazed up at you. “How’s a man to sleep when all he can hear is the soft moans and pleas of his beautiful partner?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I didn't say anything, and there was definitely no moaning. Keep your weird fantasies to yourself,” you snapped, your embarrassment evident in your shaky voice and the scarlet warmth spreading across your stern face.
“Really? Was it a ghost that was calling my name then, begging and pleading for me just moments ago? ‘Ohh, Obito. You're so handsome and strong, please protect me with your powerful body. I'll reward you in any way your heart desires!’”
“What?! You're delusional! Just go back to sleep!” The room fell back into silence after your outburst, but it was uncomfortable and tense. You spoke up once more once it became too much to bear, your voice a low whisper as your eyes met his dark ones, “How long have you been awake? How much did you hear?”
He chuckled, leaning forward until you could feel his breath on your skin, oblivious to your pounding heart as he replied, “‘Damn this old house! If only my prince was awake to protect me! Obito, my handsome, dark knight, please wake up and comfort me. I'm so scared and lonely! Oh… ooh, my... Your body feels so amazing, I just cannot resist the urge to touch you. Oooh, Obito, mmm-’”
“That didn't happen! You were obviously dreaming.”
“Maybe. Either way, lucky me,” he teased, flashing you a small smile before resting his head back down on his pillow. “Get some rest, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“I can't sleep.”
“Well, I can. Good night.”
Muttering a few swears under your breath, you flopped onto your side and stared at the wall. He didn't respond and soon his light breathing became snores. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours, but sleep evaded you. Weariness drained the last of your energy and the overwhelming weight of lethargy smothered you but still you couldn’t sleep. On the brink of both dreamland and madness, you tried counting sheep and reciting a lullaby but it was futile. It wasn't until the sun peeked up over the horizon that you felt the sweet embrace of rest.
The next morning, or rather, the next afternoon, you awoke with a start. Obito was nowhere in sight but at least the house no longer looked like something pulled straight from a horror film. Sunlight drizzled in through the small gap between the curtains. The attic had settled, no longer creaking, groaning and inducing childish fears. It would have been peaceful had you not been staying at this forsaken hell house for work. Instead, anxiety gnawed and clawed at your stomach. A bead of sweat rolled down your temple as you glanced at the clock.
“Fucking dammit all to hell!” Your enraged shout could be heard clear down in the kitchen where your co-worker was awaiting you with a coffee in hand and a large grin on his face.
It was a mere five minutes before you stormed down the stairs, hair brushed but not styled and clothes clean but unkempt. You glared at Obito and his giddy expression which, for some reason, incited undeniable anger within the very depths of your soul. Each footstep was a miniature tremor as you stomped into the room and stood before him.
“Oi, bastard, why didn't you wake me up? We're gonna be late!”
“So?”
“So? So?! I didn't spend the night in this weird ass house with your lame jokes and pathetic attempts at flirting just to be late to this meeting! I didn't spend the night sleeping in the same damn bed as you just to lose my job!”
“It's too late for us to arrive on time. Might as well not go. Besides, I never said you had to sleep in that bed. You didn't want to sleep on the couch. That's all on you.”
“That's a shit attitude, but I guess it suits you perfectly,” you huffed in resignation as you yanked the coffee cup from his hands.
“Cheer up. Things could be worse… though, they definitely could be better.”
“I hate you.”
“That's not what you said last night when you were feeling me up. Have you no shame? Assaulting me while I was sleeping?”
He snorted as you choked on the warm beverage, spurts of coffee dribbling down your chin. With flushed cheeks and a ton of regret, you staggered to your feet and reached for the napkins on the counter beside your asshole of a partner. A smirk played on his lips as he eyed your movements. You knew that look and nothing good ever came from it. Your suspicion was confirmed when he grasped your wrist within his large hand and dragged you down onto his lap.
“Obito! What are you doing?!”
“It isn't fair if you get to have all the fun. Besides, that's my coffee you wasted. Consider it retribution,” his voice was deep and husky as he purred into your ear, his tongue lashing out to trace along the curve of your sensitive earlobe. You clamped your mouth shut to hold back your startled yelp. Any sounds would only provoke him further and you didn't plan to give him the satisfaction.
His lips grazed down the length of your jawline, stopping on occasion to focus on spots that earned even the slightest reaction, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive areas. Soon he found his destination and his tongue lapped up the droplets of coffee as they inched down your neck. Once he was decided that your jaw was clean, he moved down to the crevice between your breasts. Your cheeks burned a deeper shade of red as you watched him lick up the few drops that managed to fall so low. His eyes flickered with lust and a touch of danger and the sight sent a jolt throughout your body.
Discontent with your lack of response, his teeth sunk down into the soft flesh below your collarbone. His obsidian eyes held no mercy and his smirk deepened, excitement written all over his face upon hearing your pained whimper. Without hesitation, his hands cupped your ass and after giving it a light squeeze, he pinned you down onto the table. Your eyes widened as his body hovered above you, his warmth clouding your judgement. All you could smell was his scent, thick and overbearing as he gripped your jaw hard enough to leave a mark, his mouth inches from your own. To your surprise, he didn't make another move, instead choosing to caress a lock of your hair and peer into your eyes with tender adoration.
“What's wrong?” You asked, the words breathless and bordering inaudible, “Lost your confidence?”
“Just admiring the view.”
“Shut- shut up,” your light stammering earned a chuckle from him and you were quick to furrow your brows, “It's not funny!”
“I can't help but laugh. You're just so cute. However, I've held back long enough.” The mirth disappeared from his piercing eyes, replaced with such an intense focus that you found yourself at a loss of words. His tone concealed none of his desire as he spoke, his voice low and seductive, “You’re mine, and I'll be having you here and now.”
Erwin chuckled as he watched titans congregate on the ground below. They clawed at the tree’s trunk in a desperate attempt to reach the two males resting in the branches above. It wasn't a humorous situation by any means, but it could’ve been worse. They could've died numerous times, like when they were chased away from the main group by a variant or when his horse collapsed from exhaustion. Things seemed bleak when Levi’s blades broke mid-killing blow, the pieces jutting out of the titan’s nape. Yet somehow amidst all this craziness, they continued to survive.
Levi, on the other hand, wasn't amused. He didn't see anything positive about their situation. He had used all his spare blades throughout the mission and his gas supply was running low. They didn't have any food rations. Not a single Scout was in sight - there weren't any signs of human life at all. What they had were titans surrounding them, with more flooding in with every flare they shot off. No matter how many they sent, however, all they received in response was silence.
Levi rubbed his temples as he peered over at his superior. “You know I hate it when you laugh like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like a madman.”
Erwin smiled. “I only laugh like that when I'm around you.”
“Was that meant to be a compliment or should I be worried?”
“It's just…” Erwin sighed, lifting his gaze to meet the captain’s, “I feel comfortable around you, Levi.”
Levi fell silent, unsure of what to say next. He admired his commander and, without a doubt, felt at ease around him as well. Erwin had always made him feel welcome. He ignored his tainted background and helped him move forward in his life. He encouraged him to become a better person and Levi could feel his influence every day. He felt compassion toward all the brats that Erwin somehow convinced to join the Scouting Legion and worried about their safety during missions. He was proud of their progress and determination. While he hated to admit it, Erwin had reshaped his outlook on their dismal lives. More importantly, he had given him something to live for.
“I feel comfortable around you too, Erwin,” Levi said with as much nonchalance as he could muster. The words didn't roll off his tongue quite as well as an insult or snarky remark would have, but they felt right.
“I'm glad.” Erwin looked off into the distance. The sun was low on the horizon and casted long shadows through the forest. Night was approaching fast and there was still no sign of rescue. “Looks like we're spending the night here.”
“Looks like it.”
“Get some sleep. I'll keep first watch.”
Levi laughed, the sound dry and tired, “You know I don't sleep, right?”
“You should still try to rest,” Erwin frowned, tilting his head to stare at the raven-haired male once more.
“When I'm feeling tired, I'll wake you up and you can relieve me.”
“I'll be happy to relieve you.”
“That doesn't-” Levi narrowed his eyes, shaking his head in mild confusion. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It doesn't have to. It's the thought that counts.” Erwin winked, the sight causing a light blush to spread across Levi's cheeks.
“I'm glad you're feeling comfortable enough to flirt, if you can even call it that, but maybe you could save the attempts to woo me until we're back within the safety of the walls.”
As ridiculous as this challenge was, she was going to win. There was no prize for remaining silent for the full twenty-four hours, except the satisfaction of beating Ren. Kyoko needed no other reason to do anything; if it meant having a chance to prove her superiority over Ren or Sho, she'd put her whole heart and then some into the project.
Notes;; Published: 2017-05-08
My Masterlist
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as President Takarada finished his announcement. He had declared that the day would be spent in absolute silence as a way to improve how everyone expressed themselves. Being unable to rely on their words, they would have to use body language and their facial expressions to communicate. Speaking through their eyes and actions, just as they used to in the silent film era, was essential in their growth as performers as well as human beings. The activity was impertinent in their quests to become the best actors they could be, at least according to Takarada. The general reception of the news was disbelief followed by exasperation. It didn't come as much of a shock, however, as Takarada was known for being a little outlandish at times; this was just another Tuesday to the veteran employees.
Once they were sure he was finished, people began to file out of the room. When they were out of earshot, they resumed their conversations and made their business calls. Many of the company's employees ignored the order with good reason - it would be impossible to complete their jobs without speaking. As long as the President didn't see them, they could carry on with their usual daily tasks. Kyoko, however, was no quitter. As ridiculous as this challenge was, she was going to win. There was no prize for remaining silent for the full twenty-four hours except the satisfaction of beating Ren. Kyoko needed no other reason to do anything; if it meant having a chance to prove her superiority over Ren or Sho, she'd put her whole heart into the project.
The president flashed his signature smile and exited with a wave to no one in particular. Within a few minutes, the room was void of all noise and almost empty aside from Ren and Kyoko. She wanted to inform him of her impending victory, but she wasn't quite sure how. She could give him a thumbs down and stick her tongue out or run her thumb along her throat, but she wasn't that childish. Time crawled by as she stared at the back of the A-list celebrity. He'd leave soon and the opportunity would be lost. She wasn't even sure if he had any intention to follow through with the order, so the gesture had to be perfect. It had to entice him into competing with her. There would be no fun in winning if he gave up, after all. She had to beat him fair and square.
Strutting across the room to stand beside the renowned actor, she put on her sweetest smile as she placed a hand upon her hip. A minute passed, followed by another, then another and still he didn't bother to look at her. His eyes remained on his phone, earning an impatient tongue click from the fiery woman. While still unsure on how to convey how serious she was about showing him up, she knew the first step was gaining his attention. Ren Tsuruga was a stubborn man, but Kyoko could match his tenacity pound for pound. Clicking her tongue once more, she nudged his shoulder with enough force to move his entire body. A scowl crawled across her face upon seeing his finger rise to his lips. He had shushed her.
Kyoko grabbed the closest chair and sat in front of her current rival. Over the past few months, she had come to respect Ren. More often than not, he pissed her off but he had undeniable talent. He went out of his way to make her life more difficult but she also learned quite a lot from him. Snapping her fingers every few seconds, she held her glare until he raised his eyes to meet hers. Maintaining eye contact, she lifted her thumbs to her chest. His eyebrow jutted up, but his face remained neutral as she pulled her right hand up next to her cheek. Pointing her index finger to the ceiling in the symbol known as a ‘one’, she grinned before whisking the finger around to point at her face. She completed the display by thrusting her left thumb away from her chest and toward Ren, flashing him a thumbs up with a wink.
To her surprise, Ren nodded before standing up. While he towered over her when they stood next to each other, the height difference with her seated was just terrifying. She scrambled to her feet, narrowing her eyes with an indignant huff. They were no more than a foot away from each other and she could see his chest rise and fall with every breath. He leaned forward, bowing his head as he tilted her chin up. Their eyes met once more and he smiled. He was up to something, Kyoko had no doubt about it, but she had no idea what he could have planned within those few seconds. Perhaps he had a dramatic gesture of his own to show that he had accepted her impromptu challenge, or his own version of a declaration of superiority. She awaited his next move with anxious curiosity.
He surprised her once again when he brushed his fingers against her cheeks. The act was gentle and sweet, unlike Ren. The idea of him being kind made her shudder but her thoughts on how odd a domesticated Ren would act were cut short. Her sudden daze dissipated when she felt his breath on her lips, his face inches away from her own. She couldn't read his expression and cursed at how well trained he was. As an actor, he could portray almost any emotion through his eyes alone. With just as much ease, he could hide those emotions and it frustrated her. A blush tinted her cheeks when she realised he wasn't pulling away. As if that were his cue, his lips met hers in a soft kiss.
Eyes widening, Kyoko jerked backward as she opened her mouth to yell at the man she considered to be her most worthy rival. Remembering the event that started this whole mess, she clamped her hand down hard across her lips. She had caught herself in time to stop herself from speaking, but her hand did nothing to muffle her small squeak. Straightening himself, Ren smirked down at the feisty woman. He lifted his hand to the front of his face, the motion much slower than her anxiety appreciated. Anticipation gnawed at her stomach as he finally acknowledged her earlier challenge. All traces of her rattled nerves disappeared when she recognised the universal movement. He raised one slender finger to his lips before closing an imaginary zip along his mouth. Her temper flared as she raised her hand to reply, but he shrugged her off before leaving the room. Vowing vengeance, she began to plot her next move.
Hazel eyes met chocolate in an awkward yet brief glance. After a few lingering stares, the two men decided against their better judgement to force an encounter. One fueled by curiosity whilst the other burned with jealousy, they inched their way across the gymnasium until they sat just a few feet apart. They didn't speak to one another. Perhaps it was nerves or the fact that they were surrounded by others that kept them glued to their seats. They continued to watch each other like hawks, the intensity within their eyes growing. Their little game played out for most of the day, only coming to an end once the crowd dissipated and they were left alone.
The brunet stood first, casting one last look over his shoulder before trekking over to the door. When his fingers danced along the metal frame, he heard a loud cough behind him, a little too close for comfort. Turning to face the sound, he jumped in shock. His back hit the door and his face scrunched up in pain as he slid down it. Standing in front of Oikawa was the setter he had spent the day observing. His hazel eyes gleamed in amusement, hands crossed in front of his chest as a wicked smile crawled across his face. Oikawa wondered how he managed to cross the room without alerting him. With an irritated frown, the brunet straightened himself. Taking the opportunity to stare down at the silver-haired man, Oikawa threw on what he hoped was an intimidating scowl.
“Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Refreshing.”
“Are you channeling Iwaizumi-san? Copying one of his frowns?” Suga giggled, “I don't think he would appreciate it, Oikawa-san.”
“What do you want, sneaking up on me like that? Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude and creepy?”
“I wanted to speak to you,” Suga tittered, grinning at the brunet while he twirled a strand of his silver hair between long, delicate fingers. “Just one on one. It can wait, though, since you're in a bad mood.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes, gesturing toward nothing in particular. “Get on with it. It’s getting late.”
“Oikawa-san, I wanted to tell you how much I admire you as a player and as a setter. Your plays are inspirational and ingenious. You're beyond the rest of us, truly. You're someone I aspire to be.” Suga placed his hands on either side of Oikawa, caging him between his arms. An alarm went off inside the brunet. All his senses told him to flee, but he was trapped like a defenseless animal. Suga’s voice deepened as he leaned forward, his words dripping off his tongue like honey. “You're amazing, Oikawa-san.”
“Right, uh, thank you. I respect you too, Suga-chan,” Oikawa gulped, pulling his arms closer to his body. He flinched at the darkening voids that followed his every movement. Suga’s entire demeanor fell apart, his cheery disposition long forgotten.
“Respect? I never said I respect you.”
“O-oh, my mistake. All the same, the sentiment is appreciated. Was there anything else or can I go?”
“How could I respect someone like you? Someone who has been given everything on a silver platter?”
“Everything on a silver platter? You know that isn't true. I've worked very hard to-”
“What's so good about you, anyway? Why must you get everything?” Suga shuffled forward, pressing his body flush against Oikawa’s. With his back against the wall and the other setter’s arms still pinning him in place, Oikawa had no choice but to accept the close proximity. Suga glowered up at the brunet. One of his knees jerked forward to press between his thighs, causing Oikawa to gasp as it brushed against his crotch. With a smirk, Suga lifted his knee a little higher to add more pressure to the sensitive area. His voice was just a whisper as he spoke, “You're handsome, smart, talented. It just isn't fair to the rest of us, is it?”
“You're underestimating yourself, Suga-chan,” Oikawa moaned as the other setter’s knee jerked once more, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. “You have the beauty and grace of an angel. You're dependable, strategic and enthusiastic. Give yourself more credit.”
“Such pretty lies from a pretty mouth,” Suga snickered.
He moistened his lips with a quick lick before smashing his mouth against the brunet’s. Oikawa jolted against his smaller frame, surprise soon replaced with desire. Warmth flooded his body as Suga’s arms slithered around him. He trembled as slender fingers travelled down his spine before resting in the curve of his lower back. Suga licked Oikawa’s teeth, begging for an invitation. It took all of his restraint to refuse the silver-haired man. Oikawa remained alert, unwilling to lose himself to the feeling of ecstasy that was erupting through his body from the gentle nips and fleeting caresses. Suga pulled back with an irritated huff, his panting light and soft.
Before he could speak, Oikawa cupped the other setter’s jaw within his calloused palm. He stared into his eyes for a brief moment before yanking him back within inches of his face. He glared down at Suga as he traced his fingertips along his jawline. With his free hand, he flicked Suga’s nose. Suga growled as he tried to smack Oikawa’s hand away.
“Stop it, Koushi. I wasn't lying. You're amazing. You shouldn't want to be like me, not when you're perfect the way you are.”
Suga squirmed in his grasp. His nails clawed at Oikawa, a disgruntled groan slipping past his clenched lips when he realised it was futile; there would be no easy escape from his vice-like grip. Suga’s eyes fluttered shut. Regulating his breathing, he relaxed and sighed. His meditation didn't last long, however. As soon as his jaw was released, a soft pair of plump lips brushed against his own. Opening his eyes, he saw Oikawa gazing at him. His chocolate eyes glimmered as he placed another chaste kiss upon Suga’s lips.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought it was pretty obvious.”
“Why?”
“Well, it seemed like common sense. Who doesn't know what a kiss is?”
“Not that!” Suga snapped, smacking Oikawa over the head. He ignored his pout and continued, “Why are you being nice to me after what I said, after how I acted?”
“Ah, that. Don't mistake this for kindness. I'm looking to satisfy my own needs now. You see, something snapped inside of me when you were being so aggressive, so dominant. That side of you, Suga-chan… turned me on,” Oikawa purred, a smirk spreading across his face as his nails scraped across Suga’s collarbone and down his shirt. Suga gasped when he felt Oikawa sink his teeth into his neck. He began to suck on the mark indented into Suga’s delectable skin before his tongue darted out to taste more of his body. His mouth traveled lower and Suga shivered.
