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Down The Rabbit Hole | Chishiya ~ ♤ A secret not worth keeping ♤

This post is an excerpt from my fanfiction "Down The Rabbit Hole | Chishiya" on Wattpad. You can find it there on my profile "@curse_of_the_raven". → https://www.wattpad.com/user/curse_of_the_raven Chapter 53: ♤ A secret not worth keeping ♤ To avoid confusion: The main female character is called Nohara Myne.

The voices echoed dully through the room.

Because of the water, I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I could hear who was speaking. There was Chishiya's voice, then an unknown man, and in the background, I could also make out a female voice. To my dismay, however, the end of the conversation was nowhere in sight. I could make out footsteps and desperately hoped to remain unnoticed, feeling my lungs constrict from the lack of oxygen. Soon, my muscles would begin to cramp, and my hiding place would be discovered.

I closed my eyes and clenched my hands, digging my fingernails into my palms, forcing myself to stay below the surface. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt someone grab my shoulder, and for a moment, panic shot through me. I immediately started to struggle, but it was only an annoyed Chishiya who pulled my head out of the water.

I immediately started coughing, and he forced me to bend forward slightly before brushing ugly, wet strands of hair out of my face. Then I finally looked at him, still feeling the rush of panic in my veins, making my breathing quicken.

"Calm down, they're gone," he said with a sigh, letting go of me. "You can come out now." He let go of the tub and went to the sink instead. That was also the moment I noticed he wasn't wearing anything but a simple towel. "And take off that dress; knowing you, you'll catch another cold in no time."

For a moment, I couldn't take my eyes off him. My gaze was fixed on his body, which seemed almost majestic in the yellowish bathroom light. He was slightly toned, but not overly so, as you'd expect from a doctor who probably hadn't exercised much before his arrival. Yet he held himself upright and therefore appeared confident. It was fascinating and frustrating at the same time. I could have looked at him as long as I wanted and still wouldn't have found a single scratch or bruise on him, quite the opposite of me.

What would he think of me if he saw my inferior self?

I gave him a dirty look as I grumbled my way out of the water. The temperature in the bathroom suddenly felt quite chilly, but I just couldn't bring myself to remove the protective layer of my beach dress. Not after seeing how flawless his body looked.

"I'd better leave it on for now," I reasoned, taking one of the spare towels off the hooks. "I'll just go and get some new clothes." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him frown, seemingly unbothered by me seeing him in this vulnerable, half-naked state.

"And run into Niragi?" he asked, frowning. "Then all this would have been for nothing, wouldn't it?" He reached for a washcloth and wiped his face. "Are you suddenly shy?" he mocked. "It's not like I've never seen people naked before. And you're still wearing a bikini underneath, so it shouldn't be a big deal, right?" He said it so casually that it was almost insulting.

"I'm not shy!" I shot back, clutching the towel almost protectively. "I-" I bit back my words and turned slightly to hide my expression from him. Suddenly, my lack of confidence seemed silly.

He paused what he was doing to look at me, leaning casually against the sink. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Cat got your tongue?" He grinned slightly as I stood shivering in the bathroom. "You know, it'll really get better once you take that dress off. Right now, it's serving as your personal cooler."

I pulled the towel closer to my body. It wasn't a complicated task, I knew that only too well. Damn, I'd only ever stood in front of him in a bikini before, but this time I felt so... ugly. I felt broken.

I heard Chishiya crossing the room, and suddenly I felt his breath on my shoulder, which made me shiver even more. He was standing right behind me. "Myne," his voice had become serious again, "I don't know what you're thinking, but stop it. I don't have the patience to deal with your sick ass again later." He stayed dangerously close to me, so close that our torsos were almost touching. "It's just one layer of fabric, what's the big deal?"

I felt a wave of anger rise within me. "You ask that?" I snarled, louder than I expected. "To you, it may be just a layer of fabric, but to me, it's the last shred of pride I'm clinging to!" I turned to him, my fiery gaze meeting his calm one. "You say it so casually with your perfect body! Not a single scratch, not a single bruise, not a single scar!" I grimaced in anger. "I feel like such an idiot! Every single time I've hurt myself or been sick, my body has been broken, bruised, and just... so unsightly that I don't want people to see!" When I finished my tirade, I stood before him, panting, clutching the towel. "So please... please let's just leave it at that." He raised his left eyebrow, and I immediately felt ashamed of my little outburst. It must have sounded strange to him. I lowered my gaze and turned slightly. "Excuse me," I said quietly, "I should go now."

Just as I was about to take a step, his hand suddenly grabbed my left arm and held me back. Surprised, I looked over at him, only to see him staring at me with a calculating expression. "Is that what you tell yourself?" he asked in a calm but rather cool voice, "that you're broken, unsightly, and inferior?" He forced me to turn to face him. "Is that really all you see in yourself?"

I tried to look away again, too ashamed to be having such a conversation with Chishiya, but with his other hand, he turned my head back toward him. "You wouldn't understand," I said, my voice trembling, but he shook his head almost immediately.

"Don't lie to me," he replied sternly, releasing my chin but not my arm. "I thought you were someone stronger, not so easily unsettled by mere looks." He brought his face closer, and his icy gaze met mine, freezing me almost instantly. "And I know that two weeks ago, you wouldn't have behaved like this around me. You would have just given me the middle finger and then thrown your dress in my face just to annoy me," a mischievous grin spread across his lips. "But now you're embarrassed around me. You look at me more often, apologize frequently, and are now afraid of what I might think of you. Quite a change, don't you think?"

He had noticed it.

I felt my heart race with fear as I looked away again. I knew denial was pointless in his presence, because he had a knack for uncovering lies. The confrontation had been inevitable from the beginning, but now the time had come for me to face it - and I didn't feel ready at all.

"You've gone quiet again," he said quietly. "You always do when you're cornered." Finally, he let go of my arm. "You thought I hadn't noticed the change in your behavior?" He brushed a few strands of hair from his face before taking a step back. "It was quite easy to notice." He sighed. "Though I must admit, the thought of why you changed didn't really excite me."

I felt my heart clench for a moment. "Then why didn't you just ignore it?" I asked quietly, clenching my hands into fists. "Then everything would have stayed the same." I looked up for the first time in what felt like an eternity. "Then we wouldn't be in this situation now." I tried to smile to look less pathetic, but I couldn't.

Chishiya snorted, his trademark smile forming on his lips again. "A few weeks ago, I actually would have ignored it," he replied, and to my surprise, he took another step toward me, closing the distance. "I would have even cast you out because I would have found it annoying." He stopped right in front of me. "But time has taught me something I still find a bit repulsive." His hand touched my cheek, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. "The first time I felt anything resembling fear was when Aguni pulled you out of the aquarium. When I saw your lifeless body, I thought you were gone - and even when I tried to revive your damned heart, you just wouldn't respond," I saw his eyes darken slightly. "It was a strange feeling that just wouldn't leave me alone. And it came back every time I thought your life was about to be ripped from my grasp." Slowly, his hand moved over my cheekbone to my lips, over my chin, and then down to my hands, which were still clutching the towel.

This must be a dream, right?

It couldn't be true.

"I've never felt anything like this," he finally whispered, strange goosebumps spreading all over my body. "I never thought I'd be capable of this." He slowly loosened my grip, and the towel slid over my shoulder to the floor. Then his hands began to dance over the fabric of the dress, and I gritted my teeth before giving in. A knowing grin spread across his face as I began to peel myself out of the fabric, revealing my bikini underneath.

"Was that just your way of taunting me so you could get your way in the end?" I asked, my gaze involuntarily sliding to the mirror above the sink. All I could see were the bruises on my arms and ribs, and the ugly scar on my shoulder from the arrow incident. The doubt returned, almost crushing me, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from my reflection.

"Do you think I'm lying?" he asked, amused. "Well, I know I don't sound very convincing. Who would believe someone like me would fall so low?" Suddenly, his hands wandered over my collarbone, then to my left side, and finally to my stomach, where he drew small circles on the skin. "But that doesn't change the fact that I'm attracted to you," he continued, "that I dream about you. And that your well-being is obviously my concern now."

I stood there, frozen, just letting him talk, trying to understand his words. My heart was pounding in my throat as I felt a heat rising inside me that confused me. "You're really telling the truth," I heard myself whisper. "This is true, it's really happening right now... it's real."

He gave me his typically arrogant smile again. "It's reality," he repeated, before his finger rested on a specific spot on my stomach, "Transversus abdominis. It's quite palpable, which means you're physically active quite often." His hand began to wander again. "And here's the internal oblique muscle, which is just as toned." Our eyes met again. "Many people dream of having such pronounced abs. Don't you think it's something to be admired, perhaps even worshipped, in the eyes of others?"

"Is this your way of telling me I'm not completely unattractive?" I tried to muster a smile as his hands continued to roam my skin, leaving a hot trail behind them.

He snorted in amusement as our faces moved closer together, our noses almost touching. "This is my way of showing you that you have things I don't, he said with a grin, before a silence fell between us, leaving the air so tense it was almost unbearable, "And that you are indeed attractive."

We stared at each other, neither of us moving. Only after what felt like an eternity did I gather my courage. "I love you, Chishiya Shuntaro," I whispered, "and I may not be able to resist you any longer."

The grin on his face grew even wider. "Then don't hold back," he said just as quietly. "I've already fallen far too low as well to back out now."

Before I could even comprehend what that meant, I felt his cold lips on mine, igniting a spark of fire I simply couldn't comprehend. I felt my cheeks flush as our kiss intensified, leaving me breathless.

Chishiya was the first to step back, and I saw that even he was slightly flushed, but his usual grin returned relatively quickly. Wordlessly, his fingers began exploring my torso again as he slowly pushed me back toward the sink. His lips began attacking my neck and collarbone as my butt touched the vanity behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two towels on the floor, and immediately, a chill ran up my spine as I realized what this meant. My eyes widened slightly at the sight, and I didn't dare look down.

He was naked.

Completely naked.

I gasped softly as I felt Chishiya's bare skin against mine. His cool touch sent shivers down my spine despite the warmth of the moment. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan as his mouth moved lower, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin on my collarbone.

My heart was racing in my chest, pounding so loudly I was sure he must have heard it, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his hands roaming over me, exploring every curve and contour of my body.

It was exciting and scary at the same time, like I was standing on the edge of a cliff and didn't know whether to jump or hold on.

As he came even closer, sandwiching me between him and the vanity, my gaze drifted downward, unable to ignore the sight of his nakedness any longer. My eyes widened slightly at his arousal, which he seemed to notice almost immediately, as he started grinning again. "Do you like what you see?" he asked teasingly, then continued nibbling on my neck. "You do that to me."

When my gaze drifted down to inspect his arousal once more, he grinned at my reaction again. I was sure he noticed how my cheeks had turned a deep red and how my breathing had quickened, telling him exactly how I felt about what I saw. "Looks like we're both in the same state," he remarked in a low, husky voice. His fingers glided down my sides again, drawing gentle undulating lines with his fingertips. When he reached a sensitive spot, I shivered slightly under his touch, which once again did not go unnoticed.

His grin widened before he teased the spot again with his fingertips. A soft gasp escaped my lips, which only seemed to fuel his curiosity further, as he began to explore my skin more closely with a mischievous grin. As his hands roamed my torso, he leaned forward again and resumed his assault on my neck, gently sucking and nibbling at my skin with his lips and teeth. Another sound escaped my lips, after which he moved his fingers to my breast, gently tracing its contours, then finding their way to my hardening nipple.

My breathing quickened for a second as I brought my hands to his torso, which felt unusually hot. "More," I heard myself stammer, "I want to feel you more." I was too dazed to even realize what I was saying, but thankfully, Chishiya took my words as an invitation to take his touches to a new level. His left hand cupped my left breast, still hidden by the fabric of my bikini. Gently, he began to play with the soft flesh again, immediately sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body, which he watched with a grin still present. Just as I felt the heat rising inside me, he released me.

"I want to see you," he murmured softly, noticing the hungry look in his eyes. "All of you." Before I could react, his hands slid to the hem of my bikini top and tugged at the clasp at my back. It opened seemingly instantly, as his hands stroked back down my side and up to my shoulder before gently pushing the straps aside, so they slid down my arms. The fabric slipped off my body, revealing my naked form before him, which he stared at with an almost predatory gaze. His hands continued to my collarbones before he guided them to both of my breasts and gently began to play with my hard nipples.

I arched back slightly at the sensation before beginning my own exploration. I slowly ran my fingers over his chin before gently leaning forward to nibble on his earlobe. He moaned in response before beginning to knead my breast with more force, making me shiver.

It felt so natural that it was almost unreal.

His grin widened as he watched my reactions, absorbing every sign of my growing arousal. The fact that my nipples became even stiffer under his touch only fueled his own desire.

With a gentle push, he brought his knee between my legs and applied light pressure to my crotch, which immediately made me squirm. "I can feel how much you want it," he murmured, his hot breath fanning against my ear as he leaned closer. "Your body tells me everything I need to know." His free hand slid down, cupping my ass and pulling me tightly against him. His arousal pressed insistently against my stomach. A gasp escaped me as the friction in my crotch sent a spark of pleasure through me yet again. Instinctively, my hips rolled against his leg, seeking more of that tantalizing touch.

"I... I want it," I confessed breathlessly, barely above a whisper. "I can't think of anything else." I ran my hands over his chest, stopping just above his navel. I felt him tremble beneath my touch before I lowered my hands even lower, touching his sensitive reproductive organ.

At the intimate touch, a soft moan escaped him, vibrating in my ear. His grip on my ass tightened, pulling me even closer to his throbbing member. "Don't stop," he encouraged me, his voice filled with desire. "Touch me. Explore me. Make me yours." His words were bold, almost possessive, yet there was an underlying vulnerability in them, a raw honesty that astounded me. It was clear that, despite all his devious manipulation and emotional unavailability, this emotional, almost vulnerable nature touched him deeply. Encouraged by his response, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, marveling at its firmness and heat. I stroked him gently, watching in fascination as he twitched and pulsed in my grip.

"You're so hard," I breathed, "And warm."

A sign that he was alive.

Like me.

As if in response, he inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing under my touch. I continued to explore him, running my thumb along the veins along his length and exploring the contours of his manhood.

Suddenly, he pulled away, breaking the intimate connection between us. For a moment, I thought he'd changed his mind, but instead, he turned me by the hips, so I faced the vanity and pressed my palms flat against the cool surface. I felt him stand behind me, his erection pressing against my lower back.

"Spread your legs," he commanded in a deep, commanding voice, and an exciting tingling sensation spread through my stomach. There was no room for argument; his sudden dominant stance left me little choice but to obey. Slowly, he began to pull my bikini bottoms off my hips, letting them slide carelessly to the floor before he slowly slid his fingers to my entrance, teasingly touching it. Then he slowly spread my legs as I could no longer contain the sounds escaping my body.

Just when I thought he was going to tease me with his fingers forever, he stepped closer and I felt his hardness probing for my entrance. I held my breath, expecting a wave of ecstasy that would come from the intimate union of our bodies, but instead of penetrating me, he rubbed his tip against my sensitive areas. The stimulation quickly became unbearable, and I felt my legs begin to tremble.

"Please..." I begged, not knowing exactly what I was asking for. I just needed relief, needed him inside me to quench the burning pain he had ignited within me. I looked over my shoulder at him, and our eyes met, igniting another wave of longing within me. In that moment, pride and control didn't matter to me.

To my surprise, a genuine smile spread across his face, making my heart race even faster. He looked so beautiful that, once again, it was hard for me to look away.

Slowly, he leaned forward, and his lips touched my ear. "Do I need to be careful?" he whispered, and another shiver ran through me before I weakly shook my head. He hummed contentedly before his hands wandered down my back, occasionally playing with my loose strands of hair when he approached my shoulders with his fingers.

His touch was electric, sending sparks dancing across my skin wherever he caressed me. As he traveled down my back, his fingers dipped into the valley of my spine and then traced over my hip. Each gentle touch of his fingertips made me want more. When he reached my shoulders again, he gripped them firmly, steadying me as he brought his hips closer to my own. The tip of his cock gently bumped against my entrance, and I felt the heat radiating from him, the anticipation inside me growing with every second.

Then he entered me with a slow, deliberate thrust. A soft moan escaped me at the intense sensation, and I braced myself against the vanity to keep my balance.

As he penetrated me deeper, a wave of pleasure overcame me, leaving me speechless for a moment. I felt so full, so complete, as if my body was made just for him. I felt him taking his time, savoring every inch of my warmth. When he was fully inside me, he paused, and I felt a tremor run through his own body before his lips began to caress my back. Meanwhile, I tried to process all the stimuli that was invading me, taking my breath away.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly after a while, shifting slightly, which made me whimper. He laughed lightly before placing his hands on my hips. "You're so perfect," he breathed, "so beautiful."

This was a side I had never seen before, but I was eager to explore it further.

"I need you, Chishiya. Please," I murmured incoherently, and I didn't need to tell him twice. He slowly withdrew his hips and then penetrated me again in a gentle, controlled rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and soon I began to move in time with him, rocking my hips toward him.

I felt him becoming increasingly urgent and desperate, sending a new wave of arousal through my body. He responded by thrusting into me with increasing intensity, simultaneously gripping my hips tighter. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the bathroom, along with our ragged breaths and my moans.

He grumbled softly as his fingers applied increasing pressure to my hip. "That's good," he urged, his voice full of desire. His way of speaking, so openly sensual and needy, shocked me, but I was too far gone to question it. I felt only the burning bliss and the tingling in my stomach. I had long since given up trying to hold back the sounds from my mouth and surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins.

With each powerful thrust, I felt him penetrate me deeper, claiming me for himself. A few weeks ago, I wouldn't have believed this encounter - this feeling- to become possible, but now I didn't want to think about anything else. I just wanted to feel him, surrender to the sensation, and enjoy it.

At the same moment, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my torso before his hands wandered back to my breasts, massaging them at an irresistible pace. I immediately arched my back and pushed my hips deeper into him, the knot in my stomach slowly stretching to breaking point.

"Chishiya-" I breathed, "I- I'm close-" He immediately increased his pace, and my legs began to tremble as I gripped the sink tighter to keep from falling over. But the sudden change in pace had an effect, because with every second, the desire to finally break the knot grew.

He continued to increase the pace, thrusting into me relentlessly, and I felt as if my body was on fire. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building the pressure toward an explosive climax. His deft fingers on my nipples only intensified the sensation. "Cum for me, Myne," he whispered lustfully, and his words were enough to drive me over the edge. With a shudder, my orgasm washed over me like a wave of escape. My vision blurred as my legs gave way, and he supported me with his own body, pulling me tightly against him as the waves of ecstasy crashed over me. Through the fog of my own pleasure, I felt his own climax approaching.

I felt Chishiya's movements become erratic as he chased his own release. His grip on my hips tightened, almost painfully, and he thrust into me with wild abandon, forcing me forward. I heard his ragged breathing, felt the tension in his body, and knew he was close to sweet ecstasy. Suddenly, he groaned softly and entered me deeply one last time. I felt him come deep inside me, triggering another mini orgasm. I gasped as my muscles clenched around him while I rode out the aftershocks.

We stood there, entwined, breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath. I could still feel his throbbing member inside me, his warmth penetrating my core. After a few moments, he pulled out and the feeling of fullness was replaced with a strange emptiness.

He stepped back to give me time to recover, and I turned to him. Our eyes met, and I saw something unfamiliar flash in his eyes - perhaps a hint of satisfaction or even affection? It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only his usual calm expression.

A small smile appeared on my face. "Thank you, it was incredible," I murmured, to which he responded with a mocking laugh.

"Do you think that's it?" he said, gently grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the shower. "But that was just the beginning. I got a taste - and now I want more." His lips found my collarbone again, and the familiar feeling in my stomach returned as I caught sight of his usual arrogant grin, though this time it seemed more genuine.

"Please let me explore the feeling of love a little more. With you."

Word count: 4415

[raven-midnightwhisper]

A Game of Hearts and Souls

This short story is my first attempt at the smut genre.

I write on request - just leave a comment.

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Genre: smut, angst, (toxic behavior)

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!character

Plot: Chishiya visits his friend after she returns from a game, but she is different from usual. A few questions quickly put him on the trail - and he is curious to see how far he can take the game. What he didn't expect, however, is the young woman's change of heart.

Warnings: unprotected sex; penetration; fingering; toxic!behavior; (kind of) a blood kink

Word count: 4.1k

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The game had been intense.

As she stared at her reflection, she realized how close she had been to death. One wrong step would have been the end and yet, she was back at the Beach, bruised but alive.

The water in the sink turned red when she washed the once white washcloth, but the red didn’t belong to her. It was the blood of those whose life she had taken that very night, without hesitating and without remorse. She couldn’t remember when the last time was where she felt guilty, maybe even terrified when she thought about killing another fellow human being. But now, she didn’t even blink when she drove a spear into the head of others, she didn’t hear the horrendous screams anymore that was let out by the frightened people.

She just wanted to survive. She wanted to live even if this world didn’t give her any hope of ever returning.

“You look terrible.”

She didn’t even bother to look around as she heard the male voice behind her, one look at the mirror sufficed to know who had snuck into her room that late at night. He grinned as their eyes met in the reflection, but she didn’t bother getting angry at his smugness as usual, she was too tired to care.

"Have you become bored of teasing Kuina?", she asked as she rinsed the washcloth under the faint waterjet which felt cold on her skin, "Or why are you here now?"

"Can I not simply come to check on you?", he asked and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He leaned against the doorframe, clearly taking in her messy appearance.

"You could but it doesn't fit your character", she answered calmly as she began cleaning her blood-covered arms, "You never care about anyone but yourself. Normally, you only come to me when you have something you need me to do." He chuckled amused at her words, but she didn’t bother to look at him again. She already knew that his eyes wandered from her face to her body whenever she was distracted.

"If I really didn't care, then I wouldn’t even bother coming and checking to see that you're still in one piece”, he replied, “Although you’re not that wrong, of course you’re still needed so I couldn’t risk losing you yet.” She looked up and eyed him through the mirror, their eyes meeting in the reflection.

His words no longer had any effect, because she knew how valuable her life was to him - after all, he had made that clear to her from the very beginning. So, she didn't try to change his mind, because she was secretly happy about the alliance he was offering her in this hell of a utopia. She had something to do that distracted her from the lurking dangers - but at what cost? She didn't want to think about that yet - maybe someday, but not yet.

Today, her mind was clouded with other questions.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a smug grin as his eyes wandered over her body once again, taking in every detail and yet she just stared back at him. Normally she would already start to complain about his bold behavior, yet this time, she didn’t care. Of course, he had noticed that the young woman in front of the washbasin was different than usual today. Her gaze looked as if she had lost herself in the distance, while her body was tense, as if she had frozen into ice. And the fact that she didn't react to his teasing made his suspicions even stronger. His curiosity was piqued.

He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked up to her, his eyes still glued to her form. He was standing right behind her now, almost glued to her back, his arms resting on the edge of the sink on either side of her, caging her body with his own. "You're awfully quiet tonight", he smirked as he leaned down, his breath grazing her ear, an action she had despised before but now she didn’t even blink. Instead, her gaze was still lost in her reflection, her eyes never leaving the mirror even with his efforts.

He leaned even more forward, his chest pressed against her back and his chin resting on her shoulder now - a gesture he had never dared to make to her before. But this time he wanted to know how far he could go, because his curiosity knew no bounds. "Cat got your tongue?", he teased as he kept staring at her through the mirror.

"Tell me, am I still human?"

The question made a deep cut in the silence. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, their eyes met again through the reflection in the mirror, while the young man scrutinized her attentively.

He raised a brow at her question but didn’t back off, his arms wrapping around her figure now, “And why wouldn’t you be?”

"I can't feel anything anymore. No regret, no sadness, no guilt", she lowered her gaze to the washcloth in her hands, "Sometimes I feel like an empty shell, like a void with no emotions whatsoever." It was the first time that she had given him an insight into her emotional world; before, she had kept it from him as best she could. She had always kept him at a distance, but now they were standing here together in her small bathroom, embraced and almost unbearably close. To his surprise, she hadn't complained once so far, despite his attempts to get closer to her - he had expected a rebuff by now at the latest, but it never came.

He wanted to know how far he could go now.

He hummed in response, silently taking in her words for a moment as his eyes roamed around the skin that wasn’t covered by the swimwear but then he pulled her closer against his body once again, “Do you want to feel something?”

"Sometimes I wish I could", she answered quietly after a second of silence, "Just to show myself I'm alive after all. That I am still the human I was before." It was a strange answer on her part, one he had not expected. For the first time since his arrival in Borderland, the young man doubted whether he had understood the young woman correctly - whether he had heard the hidden message in her words the way she had meant them.

He slowly turned her around, keeping his arms wrapped around her frame, almost as if he was trying to prevent her from running off. He eyed her for a moment, his gaze roaming over her face and body. Her eyes gave away nothing but exhaustion, neither pain nor fear, no sign that she currently saw him as a threat.

His hand raised and his fingers touched her chin gently, forcing her to look up at him with that simple gesture. "Say", he began as a smirk slowly crept onto his lips, "How about I give you something to feel then?" He had thought about whether he should really ask this question - and he had concluded that he didn't despise the thrill one bit. It was worth exploring the boundaries.

Her body tensed reflexively under his touch, but she didn’t push him away or tried to escape his grip like she had done plenty of times before. Her mind had already realized what he was hinting at, the thoughts screaming to break free and yet, she didn’t act on it. A spark lit up deep inside her, fanned by his words. It was a light she had been longing for the last few weeks and she couldn't ignore it.

She couldn't ignore him, even if his name was Chishiya Shuntaro and she had sworn to herself to keep him at a distance so she wouldn't get hurt.

The smirk on his lips widened now, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes as he saw the spark awakening behind those usually dead eyes. He could see her struggling, the tension in her body clearly showing that she was fighting a battle within herself right now.

"Your mind is telling you that you should push me away, isn’t it?", he said in a deep, low voice, his fingers moving along her jaw softly.

“I'm conflicted,” she murmured for the first time after her long silence. He hummed amused by her admittance, his fingers tracing the shape of her face slowly. He took in every little change in her expression, every slightest hint of emotion that he could read on her face as he kept staring at her.

"And how does your body react?", he inquired almost casually even if he already knew the answer.

“My body longs for proof that I'm really alive", she answered, "It wants to prove me that I didn't lose myself in the ruins of this cruel world."

His smirk widened and he chuckled amused, "How poetic."

His body moved forward, pressing her against the sink between the wall and himself, boxing her in. His arms now on either side of her to keep her from breaking free, his face inching closer to hers. His body reacted to what she offered him - an instinct he hadn't experienced for a long time took over.

He could see the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, the internal battle of deciding if she should escape or if she should give in, but he also noticed the spark of excitement that had flared up in the depths of her mind.

"Let your body decide then", he purred as his mouth was hovering closely over her own, his warm breath now ghosting over her lips before he pulled his head back and took the warmth with him again.

She could feel the heat of his body so close to her own, the warmth of his breath as it brushed over her face. Her eyes flickered for a moment, a subtle sign of nervousness, but it quickly vanished again. Her chest rose and fell slowly, a clear hint of anticipation coursing through her veins, yet she couldn’t push away the voice in the back of her mind that told her to stay on her guard, to be cautious of the man in front of her.

He saw the caution and it excited him. One of his hands moved from the sink to her waist, his fingers resting on the bare stretch of skin just above her bikini pants, slowly burning the skin underneath it. The smirk was still present on his lips, never leaving as he saw the conflicting feelings inside her play out so perfectly. He leaned down, bringing his face to her ear and his lips so close to her skin. He could hear her breathing quicken, the change in rhythm so minimal, and yet he could notice it so clearly.

"Stop thinking", he murmured, his voice low and almost raspy. He planted a soft, almost innocent kiss on her earlobe, making her gasp in surprise. "Just let go", his voice was but a whisper, his fingers now tracing the skin at the waistband of her pants.

He wanted her to surrender. He could see that she was so close to giving in, her mind struggling to convince her body to keep its distance while her body was craving his touch. He pressed his body against hers, his chest firmly pinned against her own, no room to escape him this time. He started to plant lazy kisses along her neck, nipping gently at her skin. Even if he tried to deny it, he needed this as much as she did.

And then, her hands began to slowly trail over his back. He could feel her slender fingers moving over his clothed back as he continued to litter her skin with open mouthed kisses. His lips, however, froze on her neck, the surprise over her sudden movement freezing him for a moment. But then he just smirked, realizing that her body had finally won over her mind. He nibbled at her skin, his teeth now gently biting and sucking on it.

"Show me that I am alive, Chishiya. Show me that I am not dead yet", she muttered. Her words had an unusual effect on him. There was something in the tone of her voice and the way she spoke to him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that he had never heard before.

The hand on her waist now traveled up, caressing the skin on her side as he raised his head, and their eyes met again.

"Just say it clearly", he whispered, "Say you want me to touch you."

"I want you", she said, her voice loud and clear, "No, I need you."

Hearing her words now clearly leave her lips and being spoken so confidently made him freeze for a moment, but it was only brief second before he recovered again. His fingers dug deeper into her skin now, almost painfully as he pressed her further against the sink, his leg now moving between hers to keep her even closer against him.

He cupped her face between his palms and crushed his lips against hers hungrily, his tongue demanding entry between her lips without giving her the chance to refuse the bold intrusion.

This game had begun with his curiosity. It had spiraled further than he had thought.

Their lips moved desperately together, driven by lust and hunger. The wet sounds and gasps echoed through the room as he kept her trapped between the counter and his body, not giving her the chance to pull away. He could feel her body heating up slowly under the touch of his hands, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.

After a moment he broke the kiss, his breath heavy as he pushed his face into the crook of her neck, his lips attaching to the skin and his tongue licking along it. He could feel the pounding of her heartbeat against his chest, the rapid rhythm so close to his own that it heightened the need to feel more of her.

He placed his hands on her hips and roughly pulled her against his body, his hardness now rubbing against her abdomen, a fact she clearly felt. He continued to lick and nibble at her skin, his lips leaving a burning trail on her neck as his hips rocked against her, his excitement clearly evident through the cloth of his pants. His lips stopped for a second as he sucked at a spot on her neck, leaving a mark that he knew would be visible for the next days.

She shakily moved her hands to the zipper of his white hoodie. Her movement didn’t go unnoticed. He moved his head to watch her slender fingers move against the zipper and pull it down slowly, inch by inch, revealing his pale skin underneath layer by layer. He watched her eyes closely for a moment before an amused smirk appeared on his lips.

"Impatient, are we?", he murmured teasingly.

"Not less than you", she replied, her voice now stronger and more confident than before. Her words and the new tone of her voice made the corner of his lips twitch slightly, but the smirk on his lips widened to a smug grin at the same time. He knew that it was a good sign to see her regain her old fiery attitude.

"Touché", he acknowledged her words with a deep chuckle, his hands now moving to her bikini top. He grabbed the fabric of the top and slowly pulled it over her head, his eyes never leaving hers. He let the top drop to the floor before his hands returned to her waist, now touching the bare skin of her torso. He took her in for a moment, his eyes roaming over her upper body now as he observed the flawless skin on her chest and stomach. He leaned forward, his lips wandering down her neck and towards her chest, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses behind as his hands moved along with his mouth.

He could still sense the metallic aftertaste that had burned into her skin after today's game. It was everywhere, on her stomach, on her neck and on her soft and tender chest. He could feel her skin shiver underneath his lips as he tasted her. He took his time, not rushing things as he slowly sucked at some spots of her skin, making sure to leave marks again. His tongue moved along her collarbone and to one of her breasts, his hands slowly working lower. He ran one of his hands over her stomach and then down to her thigh, enjoying the feeling of her skin under his fingertips. His hands moved to her hips then, slowly pulling at the fabric of her bikini bottom.

He lowered his head and pressed open mouthed kisses along her stomach, his tongue tracing the curves of her body as he moved down. While one of his hands stayed on her hips, the other continued to pull at the fabric of her bikini bottom, revealing more and more of her skin with every bit he pulled it down. He could feel the heat rising in her body, the change in her breathing so clear to him. He continued to move his mouth lower, his lips now just above the waistband of her bikini bottom, his breathing now also faster than before.

Her fingers moved into his hair as she threw her head back, eyes halfway closed as she leaned onto the counter of the sink for support. He hummed at the new feeling, the sound low as he reached her hips and slowly pulled down the last bit of fabric that was still covering her lower body. He continued to place kisses across her body for a few more seconds, savoring the sweet taste of her skin on his tongue, then he suddenly wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her up.

She squeaked in surprise as he lifted her up and sat her down on the counter of the sink. He now stood between her legs, his body pressed against hers and his hands resting on her thighs to draw teasing circles as he now looked at her a bit amused. He let his eyes wander over her face, noticing the slight blush of her cheeks again and the heavy rise and fall of her chest, a clear indication of her excitement and the anticipation. He leaned his body forward slowly, his mouth now by her ear as he whispered in a deep voice, "No backing out now."

"As if I could", she muttered almost breathless as she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck to hide her embarrassment because of this now revealing position. He knew that she was struggling to keep her usual tough composure, and he found it adorable. His fingers dug into the skin of her thighs, and he pulled her closer against his hips and the counter. Her bare core clashed against his clothed arousal, and she let out an anticipating breath. He could feel the heat of her core through the fabric, and he pressed his hips against hers, wanting to feel as much of her as he could.

Slowly, his hands wandered from her tights down to her wet core, his fingers slowly playing with the wet folds which immediately earned him a moan of the female before him. She threw her head back once more as her toes curled, a sight which excited the young male even more.

“You’re eager down here”, he teased as he moved his hand in circles, “You’re so wet for me that it’s almost comical - after all, you were still fighting me tooth and nail yesterday.” His finger found her sensitive bundle of nerves which he caressed with just the right pressure, resulting in her jerking back a bit by the almost electrifying pleasure that started to sink in. Deep down in her stomach, she could feel the fluttering starting to get almost overwhelming which made her want to close her legs to relieve the sudden feeling, but he wouldn’t let her. With one brief movement, he pushed her knees apart again and she whined as the feeling became too much.

She had never felt this way before – not even with previous partners.

Chishiya sensed that she was close to her high which made him smirk a bit, enjoying the power he had over her. Without further thinking, he sank one of his fingers into her fluttering core, engulfing the warmth her insides radiated. He could feel her excitement as he moved his finger in and out, earning enough reaction from her to drive him wild himself. It didn’t take him long to add another finger into her hole before he picked up speed.

While he did so, he pulled down his own pants, pumping his own length with the other hand as he engulfed himself at the sight in front of him. She was a whimpering mess as she came undone around his fingers, it didn’t take much for him to make her cum.

It drove him mad. He wanted more.

“Lean back”, he instructed with a low, raspy voice as she pushed her upper body back on the counter while pulling his fingers out of her wet cunt. She whined at the loss of contact but as she felt his tip align with her entrance, she complied without hesitance, partly embarrassed about her own behavior, partly eager.

It took a lot of self-control for him to not just ram himself straight in before bottoming out with one stroke. Instead, he teased her already overstimulated bundle of nerves while slowly pushed his full length inside, leaving her time to adjust while she trembled from pleasure under him.

It was a sight Chishiya never imagined seeing but now that he could, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

The image of her on his cock burned into his mind, leaving no space for other thoughts. He couldn’t think about anything else but to break her. He wanted her to scream his name, to come for him again while squirming on his length. He could feel her insides twitching, waiting for him to move.

With one brutal movement, he pulled out of her again before slamming right back in. Her moan was a sweet melody in his ears that he didn’t want to end. Again and again, he forced himself out and in, finding a pace that left them both breathless and squirming for pleasure.

She had long forgotten to keep her walls up around him, all she could think about was the sweet burning between her legs and the cry for relief. She wanted him, she needed him. The feeling reminded her of what she had missed the last weeks, it reminded her that she was still alive after all.

Chishiya showed her that she was in fact still a human in this cruel world.

She hadn’t died yet.

He leaned forward and their lips crashed together as his cock reached a spot inside her she didn’t know it existed. Repeatedly, his tip gazed the sensitive flesh inside of her, making her go feral. It took two minutes to make her cum again before he released himself too inside of her.

Left behind were two individuals, tightly embraced while he rode out his own high. Chishiya couldn’t bear the thought of pulling out yet - leaving the warmth he just had learned to enjoy this much.

It was ironic how his curiosity had led to this game neither could stop playing even if they wanted to.

The thought alone made him hard again which earned him a whimper of the young female that still lied on the sink. He could feel that she was eager for another round yet her body language radiated discomfort – probably from the odd position she was in. Without any words, he pulled her up onto his hip which made her sink down his entire length once again when their hips collided.

She let out a shaky moan as Chishiya snickered, he certainly found it amusing how easy it was to tease her with just movements alone. “Enjoying yourself?”, he asked with a cocky smirk as he started walking out of the bathroom, each step sending shivers down her spine while he took his time reaching the bed in her hotel room.

“Don’t tea- “, she breathed out, but her words were swallowed when he bucked his hips up, changing her voice into moans instead. He chuckled as he felt her clench around him once again.

“Alright. I take that as a yes. Prepare yourself for a long night, I show you what it means to be human until you wish you weren’t.”

 And he carried out this threat.