Author's Note (1/15/14): My sister and my friend were outraged when I said I might not finish this story. So here's the next installment. I hope you enjoy. There is some deliciousness coming your way. Enjoy!
Yukio walked casually through the school, suppressing the urge to race ahead. Even though he had no doubt that Rin would be safe, the dragoon didn't like the idea of his brother alone with Hana. Not in the state she was in.
"Mr. Okumura, fancy seeing you," Mephisto greeted with a smile.
The dragoon stood confidently, "Good afternoon. I am-"
"Hiding Miss Shinoda away?" the other finished with a grin. "No doubt searching for some feeble attempt to cure her."
Yukio clenched his jaw. "If you're here to stop me-" He stopped as Mephisto started to laugh.
The principal wiped as his eyes as his chuckles died off. "Oh, no, no. I'm not here to stop you."
"You're not?" The dragoon watched the other skeptically.
In a puff of smoke, Mephisto conjured a rose. He tucked the flower into Yukio jacket. "I'm here to help you."
"How?" His turquoise eyes flew down the rose momentarily before shifting back to the eccentric man before him. "Why?"
"You and I both know she can't be cured. The succubus is only thing keeping our little flower alive." Yukio tensed as Mephisto continued. "And we both know that eventually the demon will take over."
The teen's composure was steadily declining. "Is this your idea of helping? Telling me things I already know?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, patience," Mephisto chided. He leaned in to whisper conspiringly, "Find a circle. Tame her."
Yukio thought about the principal's answer. It was so simple. It could work. The dragoon shook his head. "I can't tame... She's human!"
"Not anymore," Mephisto countered with an uncharacteristic, serious air. He kept up his somber demeanor even as he opened his frilly, pink parasol and stepped out into the light.
Yukio ripped the rose off his jacket and left it on the ground.
Rin hadn't meant to fall asleep. But after sitting in a room with no one to talk to and absolutely nothing to do, he may have dozed off. He was awoken by a very interesting sound. Hana whimpered and writhed in her sleep. She didn't look to be pain. He licked his suddenly dry lips. She looked like she was enjoying herself. Really enjoying herself…
The demon mentally slapped himself. Not this shit again! She is your brother's girlfriend! …Kind of?
"Goddamn succubusses," he cursed. Then he pouted, correcting, "Succubi."
His voice woke her up and Rin shrugged off the thought, grabbing another syringe and leaping forward.
They both froze: Rin holding the syringe to her neck, Hana restraining his hands with her wings. He grunted in annoyance, struggling to move again.
Hana had barely opened her eyes when she saw him pounce. She had been so prepared to feel the blow, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the strike. It took her a moment to open her eyes. She was shocked to see Rin captured by herself, by her wings.
"Let go," he snapped.
"I…" She looked at her wings tangled around his wrists, trying to move them. "I don't know how."
He blew his hair out of his face, but his glare was undeterred. "Well, try."
"Drop the needle," Hana meekly demanded.
Unamused, Rin opened his hand and the syringe fell onto the mattress with a soft thud. His tail curled around the extra syringe hidden behind his back.
Hana focused intently on her wings while Rin seemed annoyed by their proximity. Unwrapping from his wrists still took some time. As soon as he was free, he moved away from her, clear to the other side of the room.
"You just stay right there, missy. Hands and wings where I can see 'em." He covered his chest as if violated.
Hana was only temporarily confused. But she remembered the last time they had been alone. She bit her lip, trying to joke, "Don't worry. You're not very appetizing."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "That's not what you said last time." Then, he blushed and grimaced at his own words, remembering exactly how much she had seemed to enjoy it.
"Well, it won't happen again," the tamer argued. Next, she was holding her face in her hands, embarrassed. She moved her palms away from her mouth, still covering her eyes. She groaned, "Did we really…"
Rin nodded, "Well, you did."
Hana winced as she curled into herself. "And Yukio…"
"Saw. Yeah. Not sure how much, I was kinda distracted." At that, she moaned in disgust. Rin snapped in offense, "C'mon! We're twins, you know? You're kinda insulting him too."
She shot him an incredulous look, otherwise ignoring his retort. "Where are Yukio and Tari?"
Rin plopped down the desk chair, straddling the seat and resting his arms over the back. "No idea where four-eyes is, but Tari's at school." He casually moved to his gaze back to her. "So… uh… what were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing," she squeaked. Hana blushed a deep red, pulling her wings closer to her body, busying herself with trying to move them.
He noticed her pouting at her wings as they twitched with her novice commands. He sighed, looking out the window. "You'll get used to them."
Now, the tamer watched the boy in front of her. The sunlight from the window made his blue eyes glow. Rin shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, his tail stretching out front of him, swirling and bending to his will. His tail passed the syringe over to his hand.
"It's weird, like learning how to walk with a new leg." He tucked his tail away. "But you'll get it," he nodded.
Hana's wings retraced as much as they could. They were still as long as her legs. "How am I supposed to hide these?"
"You could…" Rin leaned back, his head tilting with serious thought. "Wear really big dresses," he offered seriously after some contemplation. He glanced at her head wings, adding, "And a hat."
Tari hunched her shoulders up, pulling the straps of her backpack higher and trying to subtly cover her neck. She had been so frazzled with everything that had happened the simple solution of a scarf had slipped her mind. The redhead cursed under her breath, willingly herself to be invisible as she passed through the crowd of fellow students also walking into the school.
A shadow moved over her and she tilted her head to the side. The man next to her was wearing a long white coat, puffy pants and a top hat. The shadow was cast by his frilly, pink parasol. By the looks of him, he was expecting her. Tari gasped, recognizing him instantly.
"Mr. Faust! H-hello," she greeted, bowing.
"Miss Ono. It is a lovely day, is it not?" Mephisto let his parasol fall to his side as he reached out with his arms as if embracing the sunlight.
"Yes, it is," Tari agreed formally, tilting her chin down to cover her neck.
For a flash, his casual demeanor was gone and he eyed her bruises suspiciously. Just as quickly, he smiled again and Tari relaxed.
She was about to leave when he forced her head up with his index finger, examining her injury. While his voice had the same easygoing lilt as earlier, she could almost feel a claw holding her in place.
"I heard about the incident at the hospital," he said with feigned concern. His back was bent in two from leaning forward, his entire body now invading her space. The parasol shrouded the both of them in darkness.
Tari tried to stay calm. What could the principal have to do with Hana?
"But you seem to be healing nicely," he congratulated, standing straight and releasing her. "The school has people looking for your friend. We want to find her before she hurts anyone else or herself."
Tari couldn't feel any smaller. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was already in trouble, already caught. It didn't matter that he was smiling.
"Is there anywhere you think Hana would go? Any place she would hide? Perhaps you've seen her and…"
"I haven't seen her," the redhead declared abruptly, stepping away from him. "And I… I don't know where she could be."
Mephisto smiled easily. He spun his hand and conjured a rose from thin air, tucking the stem into Tari's jacket. "You'll give this to Hana if you see her? Hmm?"
She nodded silently, thankful that he was finally leaving.
"Yukio!" Hana beamed, standing up when the dragoon entered.
She had thought she could control her wings fairly well. But when Yukio walked into the room, they burst open, knocking over things on her desk and slapping Rin in the face.
"…Sorry." Her head wings wilted as she frowned, slowly sitting back down on the bed. Her larger wings slowly reeled back as well.
Rin ignored her, slapping the syringe in his brother's hand and heading towards the door. "Your turn. I'm out."
Once they were alone, Yukio took off his jacket and walked over to her. He took her wrist for a pulse, not looking at her.
"How are you feeling?" he clinically asked.
"Uh…fine. I guess," Hana responded, worrying her lip.
His head tilted up and he looked at her now, but not in the eyes. "Are you experiencing any chills, fevers?"
"No." She stared at his eyes, hoping he would look at her. He only stood and turned away. Hana pouted angrily, "Why are you acting like this?"
He didn't answer.
"Is it…" She paused, biting her bottom lip and wringing her hands against the mattress. "Is it something you found?"
Yukio shut his eyes, but all she saw was his shoulders stiffen. She was too smart for her own good. He couldn't lie to her, not again. "Yes," he stated factually.
Hana's eyes shifted around the floor as she raced to think of what it could be. She had a sinking feeling she already knew. "What is it?" she asked desperately. "Tell me."
He turned around and his stoic expression was gone. His eyes looked pained. "You'll never be human again."
"Alright," she choked out. The words had hit her, but she tried her best to look unaffected. "Okay... What's next?"
He sat down next to her, taking her hand with both of his. He watched as his thumb ran over her skin. "I thought I would ask you out next year, once classes were over and…" He let out a small, sad chuckle. "I wasn't your teacher."
Hana already had tears threatening to fall, but when he caressed her face, still holding her hand, wet streaks were finally drawn down her cheeks.
"I thought we'd have more time," he confessed, his own eyes tearing up.
They both moved in to kiss, the saltiness of their tears muddled into their embrace. After a few soft pecks, their motions became hungry, frantic. Yukio pulled her into him and Hana straddled his lap to get closer. He sucked her bottom lip, nibbling it before releasing it again. Her tongue slicked over his, both of them pushing harder and deeper, needing more.
His nails were digging into her hips and she took that as incentive to grind into him. He panted against her mouth, raking her hands up her sides. Her sweater was pulled up by the action and they locked eyes for a moment. Without hesitation, he continued pulling off her top and she raised her arms to help him.
Yukio instantly bent down to kiss down her neck and shoulders. He licked and nibbled at her collar bones and her wings fluttered in response. He kissed the top of her still covered breasts as she writhed on top of him. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he pulled back to loosen his tie. He threw the tie to the side and watched as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Her face was already flushed, but she blushed under his gaze, choosing to hide her face behind her hair. He smiled, running one hand up her side and using the other to tuck her hair behind her ear. When she was done, he leaned forward to kiss her again. This time their lips met soft and slowly once more, innocent brushes as she pushed the long sleeves off his shoulders.
She pulled away, running her hands up and down his chest, admiring him. She let her nails brush down his sides and his muscles tensed as he held back ticklish giggles. She grinned devilishly and went to repeat the action. Yukio grabbed her wrists, leaning forward and giving her an Eskimo kiss.
Hana pressed forward, sucking in his lip and amping up their game. Yukio instantly caught on, after he tossed his glasses off, he moved his hands to grip her sides. His fingertips ran down to her hips to her thighs and suddenly he flipped them over onto the bed. She gasped in surprise and he covered her mouth with his, grinding his hard length between her legs.
She moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her wings wrapping around his waist. He kept up that motion, simulating sex through their clothes. He nuzzled her head over to reach her neck. She pressed into him with each thrust, gasping and keening as he worked at her neck.
"Yukio…" she panted out, trying to get his attention. It worked and he licked and nibbled a trail back to her jaw. "I want you," she breathed between kisses.
He stopped moving, only propping his weight up by his elbows. He moved hand to stroke her hair and accidentally her head wing.
"Please," Hana begged, rolling her hips up against him.
He moved to kiss down her chest and for a brief moment she was disappointed. Then his fingertips reached under the band of her pants and he tugged them down. She raised her hips, shimmying out of them. He kissed down to her belly button, one hand reaching up between her legs.
She cried out when he touched her through her panties. With so little material left, he could feel exactly how wet she was. He groaned, pressing his fingers against her heat. When his mouth reached her panty line, Hana was panting and gasping.
"Please… please, don't stop."
He continued down her body. He used his thumb to rub her clit as he kissed and licked down her inner thigh. Hana whined, her hips rolling against his hand, aching for more. He licked his lips, before pulling the material to the side and giving her slit a long, slow lick.
Her hands, once tugging at sheets, latched into his hair. He moaned against her pussy, prodding her entrance with his tongue. He looked up to see her arching her back, eyes closed, face flushed. Minus the wings, this was exactly how he imagined it.
He sucked on her clit, flicking the sensitive nub and Hana cried out again, her nails raking down his shoulders. He paused and Hana opened her eyes to look down at him. His face was already covered in her wetness and he was hungrily licking his lips.
She threw head back down, moaning at the sight. But he still wasn't touching her, so she looked back down, pouting. He smirked, running one finger over her slit.
"I love how wet you are," he purred. He hissed as he slid one finger into her. Hana keened, arching into it. "Hmm… do you want more?"
"Yes! Yes. More. Please, Yukio," Hana babbled.
His response was two fingers pumping into her. She gasped and begged and three followed. He bent down, licking and sucking on her clit while his fingers reveled in her tight heat. He slowed down, loving how instant her reactions were. She pouted every time he pulled away, every time he paused.
"Hmmm… I want you. Please. I want you so bad," she confessed.
Yukio groaned, sitting up on his knees and rubbing his cock through his pants. Hana only took a second to crawl over to him and before the dragoon could react she had opened his pants and taken his cock in her mouth. He gasped, grabbing her shoulders as her tongue swirled around the head.
"Hana…" he grunted, his hips twitching up into her mouth.
She slowly took more and more of him with each bob of her head. The breath from her nose shot out against his skin, her lips and tongue made a wet pop as she sucked his cock, if she kept this up…
"Hana," he panted, pulling her away. He took deep, needy breaths, holding her right where she was.
She smiled, sitting up on her knees and kissing him. He pulled her close, shoving his tongue in her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. Hana moaned, opening her mouth wider and letting him. His cock pressed against her stomach and she reached between them to stroke it.
Yukio pressed his forehead to hers, bucking into her hand and panting. He let his hands run down her sides, settling on her panties. He licked his lips and he pulled them down. They broke apart to shimmy out of their remaining clothes. Hana reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and Yukio was instantly there, suckling and licking the newly exposed skin.
He pushed her onto her back as he played with her breasts. One hand massaged the skin, tweaking her nipple to a point, while his mouth teased the other. He kissed a trail between them, making sure each breast got the same attention. Hana's arms and wings wrapped around him again.
Satisfied, Yukio kissed up to her mouth. He rubbed his cock against her bare pussy, coating it in her wetness. Hana groaned at the feel, closing her eyes. When she opened them again he was looking down at her.
He watched her reverently, stroking her hair. His earlier confidence faltered and he looked nervous. He bent down, giving her a chaste kiss despite their current position. Hana let her arms wrap around his neck, pressing into the kiss.
Then, he thrust into her, both of them crying out. They set up a frantic rhythm, no more teasing. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on. He settled his face in the crook of her neck, muttering her name and curses with panting breath.
He pounded into her and she could hear the wet smack of their coupling. He was so big. She felt so full and whatever he was doing hit something deep inside her. She was going to explode.
"Yukio… Oh, God… don't stop."
His thrusts became even faster. He slipped one hand between them and Hana was sure she was going to explode and die. He rubbed her clit in time with each thrust. He closed his eyes when her muscles tightened around him.
"Hana… fuck." He pressed on, pushing deeper inside her as he came. She had already clawed down his back with her orgasm, but he didn't exactly mind the pain.
They both stayed like that, trying to catch their breath. After a moment, he slipped out of her, lying on his back. He pulled her over to him, resting her head on his chest.
Her heart was still pounding and with her ear pressed against his chest, she could hear that his was too.
"Wow," she breathed and then laughed.
His chest rumbled under her cheek. He ran his hand up and down her spine, her fingertips barely touching her. "Yeah," he panted, smiling. "Wow."
At the same moment, they both remembered the situation they were in and their smiles disappeared. He held her closer, kissing the top of her head. Her wings fluttered against her cheek. Hana watched her own hand trace up and down his stomach and chest.
"What's going to happen?" she emptily questioned. She felt him sigh.
Woo! They finally hooked up! It's kinda sad, but it gets happy (maybe?) I don't like angst, so don't worry about them dying some crazy tragic death ala Romeo and Juilet.