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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
6,281
Reviews:
94
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The End of a Dreadful Evening
A/N: For some reason I kept having to re-write this, and it was downgraded each time, this is the THIRD TIME! This is NOT a final draft of this chapter, but it will be ignored for a while and left up. There was more lust in the other ones, but by the time I had to re-write it again, I just wasn\'t in the mood anymore. *sighs* I will change this a bit, and update one day, but for now I wanted the point of the story to appear.
Chapter 29 – The End of a Dreadful Evening
“Well, that did not go as planned,” Fuji pointed out when they settled in her bedroom later that evening. Fuji kicked off yellow pumps and rubbed her feet, feeling them swelling and throbbing.
“I’m sorry I made things worse,” Devilin said, kneeling before Fuji and taking her foot into her hands. His hands found all of the right places and suddenly Fuji was in heaven.
“Don’t worry about it,” Danko said, settling on Fuji’s bed. She was cleaned of all make-up hours ago, but Fuji had enjoyed for a few moments being a blonde and wearing the sundress to her full advantage. “Those two will forgive you in hours. Shai wouldn’t even hold a grudge against the man who killed her father, and Yuki is such an airhead she will forget in an hour.”
“Those are my friends you are speaking of,” Fuji interrupted before Danko could go further.
“I in no way said anything bad about them,” Danko pointed out. “I only told you the truth that you already knew about them.”
Fuji wanted to argue, she even opened her mouth to tell Danko to back off, but a sudden movement at her feet, a sudden warmth on her leg, had her melting further into the chair as Devilin laid his lips upon her sweet skin and tasted her calf gently, kissing and licked, and biting softly.
“Sweetie, you know she is right,” he told her when Fuji had become to calm a bit. “You are just tense, and you should not take it out on your friends.”
“You two are far from my friends,” Fuji snorted, looking towards Danko who sat in her T-shirt and jeans and did not even look a bit offended by the statement. “You two seem to be the bane of my existence.”
“And yet, here we sit,” Danko pointed out, not unkindly, “in your bedroom, one of us kissing his way up your leg, the other just the joyful audience to your menagerie of sexual scandal.”
“There is no sexual scandal here,” Fuji insisted, pulling her leg, begrudgingly, from Devilin’s lips. “Devilin and I are dating; it does not necessarily mean we are having any kind of sexual scandal.”
“Well if you were going to be all modest and pure you should have stayed with Amatsu,” Danko sniffed. “He allowed you to keep your legs closed, Devilin is a real man, he’s going to expect more from you than a chaste kiss once in a while.”
Fuji stood, pushing Devilin slightly away. She stepped towards her door, saying, “Danko, you have overstepped your boundaries, I think you should go,” and reached the doorknob, but Devilin’s arms around her waist, pulling her back towards him, his body still kneeling on the weight of his knees.
“She’s just looking out for her friend,” Deviling said, his cheek laying on Fuji’s (butt) cheek, his body reacting to the feel of her soft one that close to him.
“No she’s not,” Fuji laughed. “She’s jealous that it’s you I might fuck and not her.”
Devilin pulled Fuji down to the floor, his hands roving over her and pulling her close to him. He placed his hands over her breasts, pushing her against him, holding her tight against him. She wanted to struggle, to pull away, but there was something about the subtle way he massaged her breasts while gripping them that made her need him closer to her, and she hated that he held her lust in check by his every whim.
Devilin’s hands moved down the front of the sundress to cup bare breasts, gripping around the nipples, using his usual method of subtle massaging that had Fuji arching in his grip and trying to pull away all at the same moment. She fell out of his grip and turned on him while laying across the floor. “Stop that,” she snapped. “Teiyoku is downstairs and Danko is watching us, don’t be a pervert.”
“I have to be, I’m a man after all,” he insisted and crawled over to her, pushing her to lay flat on the floor and forcing her lips apart with the force of his need. They gave such a passionate performance that Danko could feel it from her spot on the bed, watching the two of them writhe in just a kiss, the two of them exhuming so much heat that Danko began to sweat. No wonder the two had not fucked yet, if they did they might start a fire there was so much chemistry and need between the two of them. Danko wondered if they really liked each other or were just answering to the calls of their hormones, but either way the two had drifted into another world and forgotten Danko while Devilin crawled over Fuji, pressed so tightly against her Danko was surprised they were not miming fucking one another, but they just pressed against one another. Danko yearned for a partner, but the partner she wanted was under her friend.
Fuji finally broke the kiss and slid out from under Devilin, glaring at him then looking to Danko with a flush that Danko was not sure if it was from embarrassment or the leftover heat. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“No wonder you decided to be with him,” Danko said, her mouth wide. “You two are… hot together.”
Fuji shifted, not ready to hear such things, and Devilin moved to sit by his friend on Fuji’s bed. “Yes, but Fuji is still in love with Amatsu,” Devilin pointed out.
Fuji stood up and straightened the sundress she was very nearly ready to pop out of. “Amatsu and I are through,” she said blandly.
“Fuji…” Danko began. Even she could see the hurt from Amatsu’s eyes when he saw Devilin put his arms around Fuji and declare he was her boyfriend. She had been ten feet away and looking on and she knew the exact moment Fuji had reached into Amatsu’s chest and tore out his heart, without any regrets showing on her perfectly featured face. Fuji was becoming her mother, and it scared Danko, but it was that strength, that need to not please and to just be hard, that made Fuji something Kaori could never be. Love and lust made Kaori weak, the lack of those things were what made Fuji strong. Her need was in her own self-righteous behavior, though Fuji did not realize quite yet how far she had treaded onto the other side.
“Let’s stop talking about Fuji,” Fuji said, throwing her hands into the air. “I think we should talk about…”
“We have nothing to talk about with each other tonight,” Danko said, standing from the bed. “You’re just going to whine and Devilin is only going to admire you, so I’m going to bid you two good night.”
“Good night Danko,” Fuji called, watching the girl escort herself out. Devilin looked up at Fuji and stood, knowing he would be taking his own leave soon.
“She’s trying to be your friend,” Devilin pointed out, walking with Fuji to her bedroom door.
Fuji just sighed. “Right now Devilin, another friend is the last thing I need.”
“Okay,” Devilin shrugged, “she can be your other fuck buddy.”
“What do you mean ‘other’?” Fuji snorted. “I’m not fucking anyone else.”
“No yet,” Devilin smiled, giving her a clever wink before leaving her room for the night. He expected to hear her door slam behind him, but instead it closed gently and instead he heard her soft musical laughter on the other side.
“Well, that did not go as planned,” Fuji pointed out when they settled in her bedroom later that evening. Fuji kicked off yellow pumps and rubbed her feet, feeling them swelling and throbbing.
“I’m sorry I made things worse,” Devilin said, kneeling before Fuji and taking her foot into her hands. His hands found all of the right places and suddenly Fuji was in heaven.
“Don’t worry about it,” Danko said, settling on Fuji’s bed. She was cleaned of all make-up hours ago, but Fuji had enjoyed for a few moments being a blonde and wearing the sundress to her full advantage. “Those two will forgive you in hours. Shai wouldn’t even hold a grudge against the man who killed her father, and Yuki is such an airhead she will forget in an hour.”
“Those are my friends you are speaking of,” Fuji interrupted before Danko could go further.
“I in no way said anything bad about them,” Danko pointed out. “I only told you the truth that you already knew about them.”
Fuji wanted to argue, she even opened her mouth to tell Danko to back off, but a sudden movement at her feet, a sudden warmth on her leg, had her melting further into the chair as Devilin laid his lips upon her sweet skin and tasted her calf gently, kissing and licked, and biting softly.
“Sweetie, you know she is right,” he told her when Fuji had become to calm a bit. “You are just tense, and you should not take it out on your friends.”
“You two are far from my friends,” Fuji snorted, looking towards Danko who sat in her T-shirt and jeans and did not even look a bit offended by the statement. “You two seem to be the bane of my existence.”
“And yet, here we sit,” Danko pointed out, not unkindly, “in your bedroom, one of us kissing his way up your leg, the other just the joyful audience to your menagerie of sexual scandal.”
“There is no sexual scandal here,” Fuji insisted, pulling her leg, begrudgingly, from Devilin’s lips. “Devilin and I are dating; it does not necessarily mean we are having any kind of sexual scandal.”
“Well if you were going to be all modest and pure you should have stayed with Amatsu,” Danko sniffed. “He allowed you to keep your legs closed, Devilin is a real man, he’s going to expect more from you than a chaste kiss once in a while.”
Fuji stood, pushing Devilin slightly away. She stepped towards her door, saying, “Danko, you have overstepped your boundaries, I think you should go,” and reached the doorknob, but Devilin’s arms around her waist, pulling her back towards him, his body still kneeling on the weight of his knees.
“She’s just looking out for her friend,” Deviling said, his cheek laying on Fuji’s (butt) cheek, his body reacting to the feel of her soft one that close to him.
“No she’s not,” Fuji laughed. “She’s jealous that it’s you I might fuck and not her.”
Devilin pulled Fuji down to the floor, his hands roving over her and pulling her close to him. He placed his hands over her breasts, pushing her against him, holding her tight against him. She wanted to struggle, to pull away, but there was something about the subtle way he massaged her breasts while gripping them that made her need him closer to her, and she hated that he held her lust in check by his every whim.
Devilin’s hands moved down the front of the sundress to cup bare breasts, gripping around the nipples, using his usual method of subtle massaging that had Fuji arching in his grip and trying to pull away all at the same moment. She fell out of his grip and turned on him while laying across the floor. “Stop that,” she snapped. “Teiyoku is downstairs and Danko is watching us, don’t be a pervert.”
“I have to be, I’m a man after all,” he insisted and crawled over to her, pushing her to lay flat on the floor and forcing her lips apart with the force of his need. They gave such a passionate performance that Danko could feel it from her spot on the bed, watching the two of them writhe in just a kiss, the two of them exhuming so much heat that Danko began to sweat. No wonder the two had not fucked yet, if they did they might start a fire there was so much chemistry and need between the two of them. Danko wondered if they really liked each other or were just answering to the calls of their hormones, but either way the two had drifted into another world and forgotten Danko while Devilin crawled over Fuji, pressed so tightly against her Danko was surprised they were not miming fucking one another, but they just pressed against one another. Danko yearned for a partner, but the partner she wanted was under her friend.
Fuji finally broke the kiss and slid out from under Devilin, glaring at him then looking to Danko with a flush that Danko was not sure if it was from embarrassment or the leftover heat. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“No wonder you decided to be with him,” Danko said, her mouth wide. “You two are… hot together.”
Fuji shifted, not ready to hear such things, and Devilin moved to sit by his friend on Fuji’s bed. “Yes, but Fuji is still in love with Amatsu,” Devilin pointed out.
Fuji stood up and straightened the sundress she was very nearly ready to pop out of. “Amatsu and I are through,” she said blandly.
“Fuji…” Danko began. Even she could see the hurt from Amatsu’s eyes when he saw Devilin put his arms around Fuji and declare he was her boyfriend. She had been ten feet away and looking on and she knew the exact moment Fuji had reached into Amatsu’s chest and tore out his heart, without any regrets showing on her perfectly featured face. Fuji was becoming her mother, and it scared Danko, but it was that strength, that need to not please and to just be hard, that made Fuji something Kaori could never be. Love and lust made Kaori weak, the lack of those things were what made Fuji strong. Her need was in her own self-righteous behavior, though Fuji did not realize quite yet how far she had treaded onto the other side.
“Let’s stop talking about Fuji,” Fuji said, throwing her hands into the air. “I think we should talk about…”
“We have nothing to talk about with each other tonight,” Danko said, standing from the bed. “You’re just going to whine and Devilin is only going to admire you, so I’m going to bid you two good night.”
“Good night Danko,” Fuji called, watching the girl escort herself out. Devilin looked up at Fuji and stood, knowing he would be taking his own leave soon.
“She’s trying to be your friend,” Devilin pointed out, walking with Fuji to her bedroom door.
Fuji just sighed. “Right now Devilin, another friend is the last thing I need.”
“Okay,” Devilin shrugged, “she can be your other fuck buddy.”
“What do you mean ‘other’?” Fuji snorted. “I’m not fucking anyone else.”
“No yet,” Devilin smiled, giving her a clever wink before leaving her room for the night. He expected to hear her door slam behind him, but instead it closed gently and instead he heard her soft musical laughter on the other side.