Bittersweet Lust

Chapter 5: Cold Fevers

By: Death

DISCLAIMER: See Chapter Uno.

!WARNING!: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'M'. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

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The wind was harsh against his skin, grass swaying back and forth into his face. The humid warmth taunted the back of his neck and he grumbled, pushing himself up and rubbing a hand over his groggy face. He arched his neck, glaring up past the trees through his fingers. Dark clouds hazed the sky, rolling in, large and fat with rain.

Making a face, Mugen grunted and rolled onto his back, stretching his arms and legs. His muscles fell slack, lenient, tight tension withering away, and he groaned in delight. The wind picked up as he bent a knee, scratching the back of his calf and yawning.

The promise of storm was scented in the air, birds chattering excitedly and flying past, searching for family and shelter. The entire region of land seemed much greener against the shadowy sky, tree leaves turned upward in thirst, patiently waiting. And in the distance, sad and slow, came the cry of a loon, its ghost-like melody echoing across the lake below.

"Mhmmm."

The murmur soothed his ears and Mugen turned his attention to Fuu, smirking at the sight of her. Her face was buried in the grass, legs stretched out, arms bent in disarray. She mumbled something garbled, and then her lips formed his name; Mugen's smirk widened.

So...she dreamt about him, eh?

Climbing to his feet, a crazed gust tousled Mugen's wild hair, wafting it in his face. He pushed it back off his forehead, twining his fingers in the messed curls. His sunk his other hand deep in his pocket, standing motionless, staring down at Fuu, and attempting to process this new information. It ignited a fierce warmth within him, one he fought blindly to supress.

She dreamt about him.

The smell of rain buzzed fresh in his senses and Mugen tensed. The downpour met him in a rush, beating past the trees, drizzling paths down his bare chest. He lifted his face to the sky and grunted in satisfaction. The heavy shower was cool against his sunned skin and he welcomed the relief with a toothy grin.

Fuu groaned, making a face as the rain played rhythm on her cheeks. Her hair, unkempt and down, was instantly soaked, wet bangs sticking to the sides of her face. Mugen eyes lowered and he sighed, walking over to her, his feet slipping slightly on the moist grass. He knelt and shook her with one hand,

"Wakey, wakey, Fuu."

Her eyelashes fluttered and chocolate brown suddenly stared up at him, confused. Raindrops splashed against her face and she frowned, eyes narrowing to avoid any imposing water. She mumbled his name sleepily, voice somewhat hoarse as she scratched the creamy, exposed flesh of her stomach.

"Mugen," she whispered, groggy, "It's raining."

He smirked, "No shit."

She frowned and turned her back on him, cuddling into the grass and sighing, "Be nice."

Mugen frowned, "Come on, get up."

Fuu shook her head, already half asleep, "No."

Mugen exhaled loudly through his nostrels, "I ain't carryin' you."

Fuu whimpered, burrying her face in the grass, "Fine then," she yawned, bunching her knees up to her chest, "...let me drown."

Mugen growled in aggrivation as he rolled her back over. Their eyes met and an unspoken, unwanted, somethingpassed between them. His heart stalled, blood thundering in his ears. Fuu forgot how to breathe. She scanned the face that was barely a foot from her own, copper toned and dripping wet, two gray stormy eyes... Her gaze softened with a memory...

Untamed, thick, raven curls were wet and sticking to his face, sea water dripping down his cheeks. It mixed with the blood on his face, trailing rivulets along his neck. Tainted water slithered to his feet, blood trickling from his punctured palm and spattering against the dusty floor. His breathing was harsh, almost erratic and for some unknown reason, Fuu's heart wrenched.

"Sorry buddy," he paused for air, and control, "Time to give her back now."

A heavenly glow of ocean blue and pearl sun glittered behind him, casting shadow over his slouched silhouette. Fuu's vision blurred and she choked on a sob; the sight of him standing there moved her in a way she couldn't describe, and for a moment, the beauty of him blinded her.

Unaware, she mouthed his name, and his eyes met hers. Her captor was chuckling and spouting off some garbage about brothers and a boat, but neither she nor Mugen paid any real attention. His eyes were busy, brushing over her battered face and busted lip, and when his gaze met hers once again, they were dark and burning with rage. Fuu knew he would kill them all...

His chest was warm against her body, her feet swinging as he climbed over scattered mounds and logs, headed back to the hut. Her arms tightened around his neck when he slipped suddenly, the arm around her waist tightening as he fought to keep his balance. Mugen's breathing was harsh in her ear as he regained composure, bare feet pausing on a shred of lumber.

"Hold on."

She did as she was told and felt him shift beneath her, muscles tightening as he set out in a dash. The trees rushed past, greenish-brown blurs against a navy sky, and day was night. Rain splattered against their skin and Fuu buried her face in the crook of his neck, fingers weaving in his unruly hair. Mugen groaned and jumped a log, jeering to the side sharply. Fuu meeped in surprise and she heard him chuckle; frowning, she kicked him in the side. Her heal jabbed him harshly in the ribs and Mugen frowned, muttering, "Bitch."

Lightning flashed across the floor, brightening the room, drums of thunder left in it's wake. The trees were violent in the wind, leaves ripping to the ground, boughs breaking. Fuu sat against the far wall, drenched, hair messed and clinging to her heat flushed cheeks, a pretty pout on her lips as she stared out the window.

Mugen watched her silently, his eyes dark in the room's pale lighting, wet curls matted to his face. His gi lay discarded on the other side of the room, a sopping splotch of red against the wood. One knee cocked, he rested one arm on it while tracing odd, disregarded patterns on the floor with his fingers. The acute humidity of the storm mixed sweat with rain in the puddles beneath them and Mugen grunted, uneasy for reasons unknown.

The silence between them was awkward and Fuu couldn't understand why Mugen was so quiet. Thunder shook the room and she hugged herself, holding her legs to her chest. The shorts she wore inched back and her lips quirked downward in irritation; perhaps she should stick to kimono. She tugged at the hakama halfheartedly, the white fabric of her shirt clinging tightly to her slim frame.

Mugen watched the rise and fall of her chest, her bosom taunt against the sheen white fabric of his shirt. Her figure was lean, yet supple, and he inwardly smirked at the memory of Fuu's 'kimonos-make-me-look-slender' claim. She hadn't been lying...all thatmuch. The soft curve of her flat stomach was singing to him, the indent of her navel leering with vicious intentions. Aggravated, he chewed on the corner of his lower lip. The quiet pressed against him, bored him, and his eyes wandered lower; the lush curvature of her hips was heightened in the lightning. Mugen shook his head, shaking out unwanted flights of imagination and decided to break the silence,

"What's up with you?"

Startled, Fuu glanced over at him, "Huh?"

Mugen watched her, eyes glinting, "Why yah so quiet?"

Fuu's gaze shifted and she shrugged, "No reason."

Mugen smirked, scoffing, "Liar."

She sighed, running her fingers through her wet hair, "Whatever."

Mugen retorted with some cocky, two-bit come back, but Fuu paid no attention to it. The rain plunked against the rice-paper window and she watched as lightning lit up behind it, outlining the drizzling water. The shower was harsh against the hut, roaring against the hard wooden walls and shaking the small building. Fuu's eyes grew soft, memories swirling behind them, a mist of what-has-been clashing with what-is. Lightning flashed and she recalled the time when rain had mixed with blood, recalled the taste of fear, the sound of splitting flesh and clashing steel, and the aching tune of the first song she'd ever heard Sarah play.

Which is the one you don't want to leave?

Fuu unconsciously rubbed her neck at the memory of Sarah's question, and she let out a shaky breath. The question should have been easy enough to answer; Jin was the noble one, Mugen the asshole. But...that night, she laid on her mat in a daze of confusion and heavy thinking, all the while praying for a sleep that never found her.

Which one indeed?

Jin was compassionate and kind and loyal and brave. But Mugen...Mugen was all fire and thirst and- Fuu stopped herself and shook her head, blushing. Good gods, this wasMugen she was thinking about. The pirate... the foul, bronzed, beautiful, daring-

"Yah sure you're alright?"

Fuu glanced up and, much to her discomfort, found Mugen's face a foot from her own, his brow creased in faint concern. She flushed darker and leaned away from him,

"Yeah. Why?"

He ignored her reply, eyeing her critcly,

"You looked pretty excited." he cocked a grin, "What ya thinkin' about?"

Fuu scowled and snapped, "Nothing, thank you very much."

"The look on your face wasn't nothin'," Mugen cooed, humor in his eyes.

Fuu rolled hers, sighing and shoving him backward, "Oh, shut up."

He chuckled, shrugging, "Fine."

He settled back into his former position on the floor, turning his head toward the window and watching the rain pour. Fuu watched him from the corner of her eye, noting how very wild he looked when wet. Lightning flashed across his dark eyes, sparking a ferral fire deep within Fuu's belly and she frowned, looking away.

The night Mugen had gone to face Sarah for good, they had been so sure Jin was dead. All rage and murder, Mugen had stormed onto the battlefield, determined to avenge a man he claimed to hate. At that point in her life, Fuu had never felt quite so helpless before, watching blow after blow rip him apart. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. They danced before her eyes, broken trust burning the air with every swing of Mugen's blade, and all Fuu wanted to do was reach out and steal him away. She couldn't lose him too.

But Sarah willingly lost, much to Mugen's torment, and died in the mud. Jin returned shortly after.

Jin...Fuu's eyes darkened... Was he really dead this time? She regarded Mugen cooly through her lashes; he certainly thought so, that was for certain...

Dying men's screams echoing against the storming sky as she beat against Mugen's back, sobbing and pleading for the safety of a samurai she'd probably never see again.

Fuu's closed her eyes, desperately trying to drown the agony rising within her. But the cracking of thunder and the distant clashing of blades snuck through her defences, and Fuu felt her chest seize in panic. Mugen was right. He wasn't coming back.

"Oh, God.." Fuu gasped softly, covering her eyes with her hands. A week's worth of hope suddenly died within her. Tears snuck down her cheeks, meer whispers of the anguish surging in her soul.

She cried silently for a long time. Shedding tears in secret for Jin and everything he would never have. For Shino and how she was still waiting for him. For how she always would be.

Fuu's lungs heaved and she pulled her knees tighter to her chest. The tears pattered against her legs, warm and hopeless. Life was cruel. Jin had never done anything unjust in his life. Why had he been the one to die? Why not her? Why not Mugen? The Lord knew Mugen sined more times in a day then most men did in a month. Why not Mugen?

Fuu lifted her kohl lashes slowly, eyes blinded by tears as anger burst to full flaring life inside her. She scowled, wiping her face on the back of her hand. What the hell was wrong with her? She bit her lower lip, ashamed, outraged. What a stupid, ridiculous, horrible thought! Mugen was just as much her friend as Jin had been. And on more than many occasions, he was her savior as well.

'I'm terrible,' Fuu thought weakly, shaking her head. She couldn't survive without Mugen. Jin or no Jin. Survival without Mugen was not possible. She knew this. She had since the day they'd parted at the cross roads. Every step she'd taken away from him had ripped at her heart.

But a year later, fate brought him back to her, stumbling and screaming her name as he trailed blood behind him, his abdomen sliced clean open. He'd collapsed in her arms just as she reached for him. She carted him inside the small hut she'd been using at the time, awkwardly shifting his weight in her panic. And for a week, he didn't wake.

...Concentrating, she held her tongue between her teeth, fingers agile as she wound the light cloth around his stomach, careful not to bump her delicate stitching. The doctor'd said he would probably make it, but she wasn't so sure, with his lack of nutrition... Fuu tied a loose knot and left the excess cloth alone, deciding it best to leave him as undisturbed as possible.

She bustled to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cool fresh water and a spoon. She was quickly back at his side, kneeling beside him. Fuu placed the basin on the floor with a soft clink and tilted his head back, brushing his bangs off his forehead and wiping away the lingering sweat. Cradling his head, she spooned a drink of water into Mugen's mouth, and she smiled when he unconsciously swallowed. She ladled him a few more mouth fulls before cleaning up and returning to the kitchen.

As the night fell darker, she sat beside him, inking in her diary, her only light the fire crackling in the hearth. She hummed the soft tune her mother had taught her as she worked, the calligraphy graceful and girlie, hiding the worry that swelled within her. She glanced up at him every now and again, praying for him to wake, until a wheezy chuckle shook her from her workings. Her eyes slowly lifted and locked with his heavy lidded ones; her breathing caught in her throat and she swallowed, whispering, "You're alright."

"Yeh, now could yah quit makin' that damn noise? Yah sound like a diein' cat."

Fuu gaped, surprised by the insult. The ungrateful bastard! She'd just slavedover him for a whole god damned week! Pursing her lips, Fuu stood stiffly and with one quick, subtle jerk of her arm, slammed her diary against his face.

"SONAVABITCH!"...

Fuu chuckled softly, sniffling, the rain still beating against the paper window beside her. Mugen had recovered fully, of course. After that remark, she was sure he would, diary-assaulted or not.

Fuu sighed, glancing up at the ceiling; she'd met up with Jin about four days later when she went out to get some groceries. A week without food hadn't gone unnoticed by Mugen and he'd quickly eaten her out of house and home. Jin and she had reached for the same carrot, and upon seeing each other all together again, she knew it was destiny.

And so, they became a group again, and set out on some random quest out of sheer stir-craze. Mugen and Jin made a bet along the way, battling to see who could win the most fights. By their final night together... Jin had been winning.

"And that," She sighed, "leads us here."

"What leads us where?"

Mugen's voice surprised her, and Fuu glanced up. He was watching her intently, his head cocked to the side. She smiled gently, shrugging,

"Nothing."

"Feh," Mugen tugged his white shirt off and tossed it aside, "Still lyin', eh?"

Fuu chose to ignore him, eyeing the chiseled strength of his abdomen. Wet, his dark skin glittered in the storm light, his scars a slightly lighter shade than the rest of him. She eyed them appreciatively, entranced and wondering about their histories. A low chuckle stirred her back to reality and with one look at Mugen's face, Fuu knew she'd been caught.

"Like what you see?"

She gawked at him, "That's disgusting."

"Whatever," Mugen snorted, scratching his neck, "I saw you by the river."

Fuu's mouth fell open, her eyes wide, "W..what?"

"You heard me," he snickered, "I saw yah watchin' me."

"I wasn't," she faltered, her face burning,"Of all the despicable-!"

"Yeah, yeah, save it Fuu,'' Mugen stretched, grinning, "Can't lie your way outta this one."

Fuu flushed deeper, "...I could never- ...I- I..."

His grin slowly began to take over his face and Fuu glared, "You're not even anything to look at!" Her flush would have betrayed her lie had the room not been so dark.

Mugen's eyes meet hers, furious, cold, "Oh, yeah? What's wrong with me?"

Fuu heard the unmistakable hint of offense behind his voice and shook her head, "I didn't mean -"

Mugen crawled forward, stopping barely a foot in front of her, "Bullshit."

"Mugen," She shivered under his simmering gaze, "You... I really... I didn't mean it how it sounded-"

"You're lyin' again." his voice was dead, his hot breath caressing her face; Fuu fought desperately to prevent another shiver, "Mugen-"

He silenced her with a violent wave of his hand, "Fuck off."

"What is your problem?"

"You, damnit!" Mugen roared. There was a flash of movement and Fuu was pinned up against the wall, Mugen's face an inch from her own, his fingers curled around the tops of her arms. His chest rose and fell heavily with his breathing, his bare skin brushing against her breasts with every exhale. Instead of melting, Fuu flared.

"Me!" She yelled, her face contorted in rage, "What about me? So far all I've heard about is you! How I've wronged you! Well what about me, Mugen? When were you ever nice to me? When you weren't saving me, you were mean! Jin may not have always risked his neck for mine, but at least he was decent to me!"

Mugen gnashed his teeth, eyes blazing; a dark shadow fell across his face. But it wasn't anger. It wasn't hate. And Fuu began to feel that strange warmth burning inside her again. Glaring up at him, she felt her resolve begin to waver. His cobalt irises spat fire at her, but there was something behind their fury that made Fuu's breath catch.

Jealousy.

He pushed away from her, muttering curses under his breath as he walked away. Fuu watched him go, panting, eyes wide; no, no more hidding. Not if he felt...

"Mugen."

He stopped mid-stride, halfway back to his place by the door. His back tense as he glanced at her over his shoulder.

"I told you." she paused, licking her lips, "Last night, when you asked me who I liked better... I wasn't lying."

He said nothing.

Fuu climbed to her feet and walked to him, clumsy in her wariness, screaming inside. Maybe, just maybe.

His gaze flashed a warning, but he didn't scare her anymore.

"It's you," she whispered, searching his eyes, "It's you, Mugen." Swallowing hard, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek between his shoulder blades. His eyes closed, his heart surging as it beat against his chest. It was overwhelming... too much.

"Fuu..." his voice was raw and he swore silently at himself, "...don't."

"Don't what, Mugen? Hug you?" She leaned back and stared up at him, "Why not?"

"Because," Mugen whispered, looking away, "I can't...you don't..."

Fuu shook her head, "What are you trying to say?" she asked softly. He didn't answer. Frowning, she dropped her arms and walked around to face him. He avoided her gaze.

"Mugen?" She pressed her hand against his chest and he quickly stepped back, away from her touch,

"I can't have you that close." He snapped, his eyes locking with hers. The burning passion behind them was an experience all on its own. Fuu's heart skipped a beat.

"Why not?" She approached him slowly, stopping when there was little more than an inch seperating them. The air between them crackled with electricity, her bated breath brushing ever so gently against his neck. Fear flashed through his eyes.

"Because," he replied, his voice thick, "You...I...ugh." He snarled, shaking his head, "What the hell are you doing?"

Fuu pulled her fingers from his cheek, blinking.

"Idiot..." she whispered, the sweet scent of her breath intoxicating his senses. She lowered her gaze to his lips, "How many times do I have to tell you?"

Mugen stared down at her, anger and frustration and desire all mixed together behind his eyes.

"I don't like you, Fuu. All right?" he hissed, his fingers clasping around her wrist as he half-heartedly attempted to push her hand away. She refused to let him.

"And who says I like you, Mugen?"

He rolled his eyes, stepping away from her, "I don't need your pity."

Fuu scowled, "This isn't pity! Why are you being so difficult?"

A muscle began to tick in Mugen's jaw, "Because you don't know what you're asking."

"Yes, I do, Mugen. I'm asking to be with you."

Fuu gasped as Mugen tackled her to the floor, one hand binding both her wrists above her head, his hot breath caressing her cheeks as he panted above her, "Is this what you want? Like this?" His free hand trailed down her chest, the pads of his fingers rough as they roamed over the peaks of her breasts, "I'm not Jin, Fuu. I wont be gentle." His eyes locked with hers, and to his surprise, he found no hint of fear behind them. He snarled, "I'm the real deal, Babe. And I wont ever change. Not even for you. Got it?"

Fuu shook her head, her eyes searching his with such intensity that Mugen was left naked before her, "I don't want you to change. I want you."

And he wanted her. Mugen gritted his teeth and groaned, despite the warmth her words ignited within him, he knew she didn't understand. "Fuu."

Christ, this woman drove him insane. He'd never needed anyone in his life. How had that changed? And why Fuu? She was them most annoying, bossy, whiny woman he'd ever met.

'Mugen, I'm starving. When are we gonna eat? Are you even listening to me! Blah. Blah. Blah.'

Them together. It was the most fuckin' outrageous thing he'd ever heard of.

And yet, he didn't care. Not really.

"Mugen?" Her whisper drew back his attention, her brown eyes imploring.

Mugen smirked to himself and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent; blossomed sunflowers tickled his nose- whoever the hell said sunflowers didn't have a scent was wrong...and he didn't need a fuckin' science degree or whatever that bullshit was to figure that out. All he had to do was breathe her in and he knew; sunflowers smelt like heaven.

He exhaled loudly, lightly stroking her side with his fingers. Goddamnit, he just didn't fuckin' understand. She wasn't anything he liked in a woman. She wasn't big chested or curvy or tall. She wasn't older, a drinker, or seductive. She was Fuu. Just Fuu. Annoying Fuu. And Mugen just couldn't understand why she, of all peaople, made him want to feel so badly... made him want her so much...

And he'd be damned if he said he didn't want her. And God-be-damned if he said he wouldn't have her. Mugen brushed his nose against her neck, inhaling deeply, and a rumble sounded in his throat,

"You smell good."

Fuu trembled at the rough need in his voice, her hands pressed lightly against his chest. He looked down at her, watching as she breathed deeply, her lush lips full and parted. Growling low in his throat, Mugen tangled a hand in her hair, snaking the other under and around her waist. He sat back, lifting her into his lap and pressing her tight against his chest. Tilting her head, he saw the passion behind her eyes flicker, and his mouth collided with hers.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he assaulted her mouth, kissing her hard with a hotness that bled with such desperation and desire that she felt her world spin. His lips burned, his kiss authoritative, demanding, needy.

They pulled apart slightly, hearts racing, panting hot air into each other's mouths. His lips fell again, crashing down against hers. Mugen twisted his head this way and that, ravishing in the feel of her against him, and Fuu practically fainted from the rush of it all.

Dear gods, she wanted him. She wanted him so bad she ached. His lips urged her own and she gave in, moaning. She was putty in his hands. And for the life of her, she couldn't understand why. Mugen was harsh and rude, dishonorable and unjust and wild. It just didn't make any sense.

Fuu inwardly smirked; maybe... maybe there was no sense to blame for her affection. Mugen was a bad boy. Everything he did was spontaneous and hazardous, not to mention stupid. He was a convicted criminal, a Ryu-kuu prisoner, a pirate, and entirely out of control. But she wanted him. More than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. There was something primitive and dangerously attractive about him, and she was drawn to him like a moth to flame. And just like any other fire, this one burned.

Mugen's hands trailed down her sides, grasping her hips, and he pulled her closer, pressing his erection against her stomach. Fuu gasped and his tongue plunged past her lips, coaxing a moan from her throat. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her fingers weaving through his unruly hair. He pulled his lips from her mouth and latched onto her neck, tilting her head back. His kisses were magic against her skin, skilled and dirty as sin. She shivered in his arms and his hands burned as they moved to her lower back, pressing her tighter against him still. He held her protectively and Fuu licked her lips, his mouth openly kissing up along her jawline before clashing with hers. Fuu nibbled on his lower lip and he groaned, his hands sliding up behind her and gripping her shoulders.

Instinct guided, Fuu kissed down his neck, sucking against the hollow of his throat before dragging her tongue up along his Adam's apple. Mugen shuddered and growled, his hands dropping down to grab her bottom. Fuu gasped as he lowered her back against the floor, her arms tightening around his neck. His hands slid along her thighs, guiding her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles at his lower back, and glanced up at him. Mugen smirked before capturing her in another of his burning kisses; one that left her lips smoldering.

His calloused fingers moved slowly down her side, and he spread his fingers, caressing the satin skin of her hips. He silently marveled at the beauty of her, his mouth devouring hers, and he groaned as her back arched, her chest pressing into his almost exactly as it had those few nights back. He wanted to touch her. Savor all that bare skin with his hands.

With a growl, Mugen pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Fuu locked eyes with his and he smirked, his fingers slowly unworking her wrappings. They pealed from her skin easily, and her nipples hardened in the new air, her cream colored breasts bared before his eyes. Mugen's eyes didn't stray from them as his hands brushed over her ribs, her skin soft and sweet to the touch, his fingers crossing over her stomach and back up. With a groan, he captured her breasts in his hands and squeezed; Fuu trembled, arching her back. Her breasts thrusted froward, Mugen took the opportunity she gave him and dipped his head, capturing a nipple between his lips. Fuu inhaled sharply and he glanced up at her, holding her gaze as he lavished her breast with his tongue.

Fuu melted, trembling and his lips found hers once again, his thumbs brushing over her rosy nipples, and smiling as they responded further to his touch.

"Mugen..." she breathed his name against his mouth and he closed his eyes, lust flushing through his entire body.

"Fuu..." he groaned, panting, "I need you."

Her lips clashed against his, passionate, wanting. She consumed him, gulping down his very essence and he curled his fingers around the tops of her shorts and quickly removed them. Fuu parted her lips and ran her tongue over his; he opened his mouth happily and she drank him in, weaving her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. He moaned into her mouth, fingers stroking anywhere and everywhere he pleased, touching and feeling and savoring every inch of the woman beneath him.

This was so much different than what he was used to. He'd never felt this way with any other woman. It'd always been rough and romped and careless and lustfully urgent. But with Fuu...there was something else. Something deep and wonderful and foreign, something he couldn't quite grasp, something he wanted. She pressed against him, breaking the kiss and whispering hotly against his lips, "Alright."

Mugen moaned, stealing her lips. He moved a hand around to cradle her head, the other slipping down between her legs and brushing against her most intimate of places. She writhed in his arms, gasping, "Oh, Mugen."

He grunted and slid a finger along her slit, pleased to find her slick with sweet desire, and she whimpered.

"Fuu?" Mugen leaned back and locked eyes with her, his hands placed on either side of her head. His gaze roamed over her body before settling back on her face again and he ran his fingers up her sides, kissing from her cheek to her ear, whispering, "Ya sure ya wanna- ?"

Fuu cut him off, smiling softly and tightening her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She brushed her fingers across his scarred cheek and his eyes flamed with raw lust. Her mouth ran dry, "Don't," she leaned up, pressing herself against him,"I trust you."

Mugen closed his eyes and kissed her hard, his hands reaching down and ridding himself of his hakama before dragging her forward so that his hips fit snuggly between her thighs. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, his gray depths burning and more feral than she'd ever seen them before. The moment lasted for less than what it was before his lips were on hers again, kissing her desperately, and Fuu's whimper was muffled by his lips as he thrust into her.

It stung terribly, aching in places that Fuu was sure had just appeared to torment her. But she hadn't any time to dwell on it; Mugen was already moving. His lips never left hers as he fell into his steady pace, his hands braced on either side of her head. But then, Mugen was Mugen.

And he was beautiful, sweat glittering down his chest and well toned abdomen, the bright lighting flickering across his body. His eyes were shut, his lips working skillfully over her own as he panted into her mouth. He shivered and she moaned. His body astounded her, made her mouth water. It was perfection, and she broke the kiss, leaning forward and latching onto the skin between his shoulder and neck.

Mugen made something akin to a barking noise, and ground his hips into hers, and a sudden, bright jolt of something dark and glorious shot up her spine. Fuu arched her back, throwing her arms around his neck, "Oh!"

Mugen leaned forward and his lips latched onto her neck, sucking as he pulled back and rammed into her. Fuu's head fell back and her eyes rolled back in her head; the pain was gone, vanished, and replaced by an itching, wanting need to fulfill something she didn't know. She rocked her hips in time with his, and it grew, mounting, meek and yet strong enough to make her whimper. Mugen's lips found hers again and he growled into her mouth, his rhythm wickedly wonderful as it accelerated in speed, and Fuu was practically seeing stars. Pressed up against her, he created a friction so delightful that Fuu had half a mind to beg for death. Her toes curled and her teeth clenched, and she wanted nothing more then to find what her body was searching for.

She panted his name, her legs pulling him in closer and closer until she felt as if there was no longer a barrier between the two. Her fingers clutched at his back. The fluidity of his movements was metallic and Fuu bit her lip, groaning out a gravely, "Mugen...," and leaning up to claim his lips. He kissed back hungrily, diving inside her with more urgency, and Fuu moaned.

He fucked like he fought. Pure instinctive, wild, feral movements that left her begging and aching for more.

Whatever it was that was building was growing much sharper and Mugen moaned her name, engulfing her lips with his own. She kissed him back, all fire and need, and gods, it was coming. Something within her burned hot heat and she could feel it as it started to spread from her belly to her toes and back again. Her mind spun, her body aching for the release of something she was determined to give. And Mugen rocked into her, his hips racking over hers in a way that made her throw her head back and cry out. He nipped her lower lip, grinding up against her, and Fuu felt the world slip away.

Sheer, electrical pleasure shot through her veins, shaking her to the very core with white-hot satisfaction. Her senses surged and her back arched as she clutched at him, "Mugen!"

The electricity was overwhelming, caressing places deep within her with an impossible sweetness until she was nothing more than a sobbing puddle of pleasure beneath him.

Mugen rocked into her as she climaxed around him, watching her pant, breathless and sweaty. He bit his lips and closed his eyes, savoring the image as they hurled bolts of lighting down his spine. She tightened around him and fuckdid he feel like he was going to explode. His thrusts ground into her, aggressive and needy, and she took his lips in a hot, meaningful kiss that shook him to his bones. And Mugen suddenly grasped what it was that he'd been so desperate on reaching. Strange and strong, something that had to be only love coursed through him and he buried his head in the crook of her neck,

His cry was muffled by her skin as his body shuddered, burning pleasure ripping through him as he released, muscles tensing. He found her lips and kissed her with such a crazed fever that he spasmed harder, rocking into her a few more times to drag out the incredible sensations coiling through his body. His arms became rubber and he fell against her, panting against her neck. He laid perfectly still, completely wasted and trying to regain some sense of strength.

Fuu ran her hand up and down his back softly, the other tangled in his untamed curls. Her toes buzzed and she bit her lip, chuckling, "...Hmm."

Mugen grunted in worn reply and she smiled, burying her face in his hair, "Thank you."

Updated! 1/30/2010