《The Songless Siren - A Kisame Hoshigaki Love Story》Chapter 12
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A small lump formed quickly at the back of Kisame’s throat as Koraru’s request hung in the air. She smiled up at him softly, her pink eyes seeming to bore into him.
“Already?”
He watched as she raised one hand up, ruffling her hair slightly as her fingers ran through the long smooth fuschia locks slowly. Her smile fell slightly as she tore her eyes away from the man seated beside her, hands resting into her lap as her shoulders sulked slightly.
“I’m afraid when I first fed on you my supplies were so depleted that I was practically running on empty. I didn't take as much from you as I had planned to and after the battle today and the healing required afterwards I....”
A heavy sigh slipped past her parted lips as she trailed her eyes back up to Kisame.
“I’m sorry Kisame-kun, I know I’m a burden right now, a liability even.”
He couldn't deny that it was true. Having to ensure she wasn't just fed, but safe from the harm which could befall her while she was within the Akatsuki base, was proving to be little more difficult than he had originally anticipated. However, it didn't change anything. They needed her as much as she needed them...him...his chakra...whatever.
“Hey don’t worry about it. You’ll get to where you need to be fighting wise in no time and as for your feeding; it’s not like it didn’t feel great or anything it just sort of left me a little....tense.”
He leaned towards his bedside cabinet, pulling the small red ball rested atop it into his hands and showing it to her before giving it a light squeeze, his grin wide as she chuckled softly.
“Besides, I’m more prepared this time.”
He turned around so his back was against his headboard, the gifted stress ball tight in his left hand; should his nails pierce through it, he would rather not cut into his palms again. Koraru smiled at him softly, thankful for his understanding as she climbed carefully towards him, all too aware that his eyes were transfixed onto her tightly as she took a seat beside him at the head of the bed, her legs bent back beneath her. Kisame took a deep breath and swallowed thickly as she rested her hand on to his neck carefully, Koraru pursing her lips slightly after she glanced up to his already closed eyes.
“Are you sure Kisame-kun?”
He nodded quickly, his eyes opening but his muscles tensed tightly before he stole one more glance at her. She locked his gaze briefly, but it was broken as he closed his lids once more. Something told him to keep his eyes closed through this, just as he had done last time, and to squeeze at the small red ball in his hand tighter than he had even squeezed anything before.
“Yeah I’m fine, Go on.”
Koraru gave a brief nod, more for herself than him before tucking her hair back behind her ear, her orbs ghosting over the faded mark from her first feeding. Carefully she lay her lips around it, one hand rested onto Kisame’s neck and the other laid onto the bed to help support her weight. She wanted as little physical contact with him as possible, to help him resist the temptation which the feeding amplified so strongly. She bit down roughly, her grip around his neck tightening as she began drawing his chakra. His already stiffened form tightened noticeably beneath her, the man releasing a low grunt as overwhelming warmth flooded through him. His fingers curling tightly around the soft stress ball and pressing down. It had sat in the back of his mind since the first time, this feeling, this intense pulsating lust that she caused to course through him, the way his blood turned boiling hot in his veins, and yet his spine tingled with a delighted chill. The way his skin prickled and his stomach knotted, his breath hitched while his lungs constricted, his back arched and his pelvis thrust forward...and now it was happening again. He groaned as he tilted his head back, his breathing becoming irregular. It felt so good. He squeezed tighter on the ball in his hands as a wave of heat washed over him once more, as though he was laying on a sandy beach, the water warm from the blaze of the summer sun. His thoughts became heavy and clouded as his head rested back against the headboard, and a moan slipped past his lips as he puffed his chest forward. His chest brushed against her breast as he did, reminding him of just how close the woman was to him, of how she was seated, of how she could be seated, of how he could grasp her tightly and pull her beneath him. Of how he could run his calloused hands over her soft, silken, sunbaked skin, of how his lips could trail each and every inch of her, every curve, Everything. He wanted her to be closer to him, he wanted to be able to feel her, for the pleasure flooding through him from his neck and engulfing every fibre of his being to be centred elsewhere. To have her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, her fingers entangled in his short blue locks, to lock his dark eyes with her bright pink orbs, they would be misted of course, and her lips, her sweet pink glossed lips; they would be bruised; bruised from his kisses, rough and demanding, and he would relish every second and every syllable of his name as it rolled past them over and over, again and again, in time with his hips rocking against her own. His eyes snapped open, his head tilting forward to look down at her. He needed to see her. His heavy lidded eyes opened wider as they focused onto the woman briefly. He misty gaze followed a tear as it slid from her closed eye down her face slowly, quickly followed by another. He gave a brief thought to it, before closing his eyes once more. He didn't care. No right now, not in that moment. He groaned louder as his blood surpassed a boil, the coil in his stomach winding tighter. His knuckles cracking as his grip on the stress ball increased, he wanted to touch her, to feel her, to pull her close to him and make her his own. He felt his fingers pierce through the ball, his nails buried deep within it as his irregular breathing became laboured, a long moan resounding from deep within him. His thoughts were interrupted as she suddenly jerked back from him, her face contorted in pain. He opened his eyes slowly, taking long deep breaths in a lazed attempt to compose himself. This wasn't the forest where she had first fed, it was his own bedroom after all, he could take time to recover.
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“Kisame-kun...you’re hurting me.”
Kisame glanced down, when had he done that? His hand was placed tightly onto Koraru’s hips, his fingertips gripping her sharply. He quickly released her, now realising how tight his grip had been. His dark eyes affixed to the red marks on the woman's flawless skin. He hadn’t even realised that he had taken a hold of her...He glanced to the discarded stress ball, torn apart by his fingers...when did he release it?
“I...I didn’t realise. Are you OK?”
She ran her fingers over the markings slowly, they hurt, but not too much.
“I’m fine, just please be more careful the next time.”
Kisame bit the inside of his cheek as he straightened up, raising up his hand to look at his fingers. He had been aware of everything, of the pleasure, of the instinct...but he couldn't recall discarding the item, he remembered tearing it but…
“Yeah I will. I didnt, I didnt even realise I was doing it.”
Koraru stared to the blue skinned male for a moment, she believed she knew what had happened to him, however, she was unsure how he would handle being asked such a question. It wasn’t as though Kisame was a shy man, no she knew how he was, he was just a little...self conscious sometimes, as many genzai were.
“Kisame-kun...may I ask you a question?”
He pulled his attention from his hands to Koraru, who slid back from her position to be just a few feet away from him, allowing her a better view of his reaction. He nodded to her, still somewhat confused as to what had happened.
“Sure.”
She chewed on that back of her lips for a moment as she mulled the query over in her mind, which she knew was pointless, it wasn't going to be any less crude regardless of how she phrased it. Koraru sighed deeply, may as well just get it out.
“When was the last time you had sex?”
Kisame froze. His eyes wide and his body unresponsive as her question reached him. Koraru continued.
“The feeding stirs certain instincts within an individual, if you didn’t realise what you were doing it could be because those instincts are a little...pent up, for you.”
She watched the man for a few seconds for any shift in his stance, but he remained rigid, his widened eyes affixed to her. Suddenly they narrowed slightly, his still face falling into a frown before he snapped his head away from her, his brow knitting as agitation became apparent, his cheeks dusting with a pale lilac as his shoulders sulked.
“So what if it’s been a while.”
Koraru sighed, before chuckling softly, causing Kisame to narrow his eyes further.
“I’m not trying to annoy you Kisame-kun, it was just a question. You don’t have to answer it.”
Her smirk widened, her eyes glazing over as she moved further from him, her feet touching the cold floor as she pulled herself from the bed.
“Besides, I can see it’s been a while.”
She cocked her head down, Kisame looking down, his eyes following her own. He felt his cheeks flush further at the prominent bulge visible through his pants. He quickly grasped his pillow, resting it on his lap. She had already saw of course, but it still made him feel that little bit less embarrassed. Koraru chuckled loudly as she opened the drawer beside his bed, pulling the summer catalogue on the top free and flicking through it nonchalantly, as though she were not browsing his most recently used porn mag…
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“Pages aren't stuck together, great. Can I borrow this? For shopping obviously.”
Kisame’s mouth hung agape. She could NOT be serious… After receiving no response Koraru sighed, her hand diving back into the drawer as she pulled the next magazine free...it was much more graphic than the one on top… She tossed it to Kisame casually, already heading towards the doorway with the catalogue in hand.
“Surely you can just use that one, I’ll bring this back tomorrow.”
She stopped at the doorway, turning back towards him briefly, but shaking her head and releasing a low chuckle as she saw his still frozen form. Gently she turned the handle, opening the door and slipping out into the hallway until only her head was visible.
“Well then...sweet dreams Kisame-kun, and thank you.”
She closed the door over behind her, the latch falling into place with a soft click. Kisame watched it for a moment before he closed his still gaping mouth, sliding from his seat to rest his bare feet against the cold floor. His eyes fell onto the magazine she had thrown towards him, before his head rose once more to gaze towards the closed door.
He would ensure to lock it before he took the woman’s advice…
Koraru sighed as she closed over the catalogue carefully. It had just been something to take her mind off of things for a little while, it wasn't like she could actually go to any stores to pick up anything… Her brow furrowed as she pursed her lips. Or could she? She wasn’t sure at all of what limitations she had as a member of the Akatsuki. Were the allowed to wander around outside freely? She understood the dangers of the others doing so, but she wasn't a missing nin...surely Pain would be more lenient about her leaving the base to do some trivial shopping. Her hand rose to run over her neck tenderly, her last encounter with the man replaying in her mind, her frown deepening further...perhaps it would be better of she was to avoid pushing her luck at the moment. She turned her head slightly, glancing to the member files still stacked carefully on her bedroom desk. She had seated herself before her fireplace when she had entered back into the room, able to catch the embers before they dies out and restock it, leaving her bedroom with a welcoming warmth which certainly hadn't been present when she arrived. It didnt seem so dark now, nor so oppressive, but her focus remained set as she stood from her seated position, leaving the warmth of the run and seating herself into the cold wooden stool. Her fingers flicked through the files in her hand until she came to the desired one. Sasori. This was who she would be training with in the morning, the puppeteer red head… His file contained much on his capabilities, his puppets and the immense control her held over them, his mastery of toxins and of course, that he was mostly inhuman, only one part of him truly remained, his heart, and she was fairly sure that were it not for him requiring the organ, he would have done away with that as well. She chewed on her soft lips as her eyes ran over the scripted lines again and again. There was no way she could ever hope to over power him, nor did she wish to become poisoned, which meant not only trying to out strategize and opponent who was immensely more powerful than her, but also evading each and every blow. She couldn't allow herself to be knocked around, not like he training with Kakuzu. For what it said in Sasori’s file...one hit could be more than enough to end her. If she could fight stronger, she would have to fight smarter.
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