Bambudja
Hug a tree, it could save a life.
Hug a tree, it could save a life.
Title: Safety in Deadly Arms
Author: Angelic Memories
Word Count: ~55,900
Rating: Explicit
Status: Complete
Summary: Kagome travels back and forth through the well even after the final battle with Naraku. One fateful night she encounters a certain beast in a heated rage. Her saviour is just as dangerous.“Sesshomaru what’s going on?” she managed to ask.
“Is this Western Lord not a canine as well miko,” he stated simply hoping that the miko would catch on.
The realization dawn in her eyes: Sesshomaru was in heat as well.
“The ookami is weak, too weak for a creature, such as you, who can outrun him with such ease.”
I can’t seem to get it through my head that you hurt me. That you actually phyically harmed me, marked me for weeks and acted like it was nothing. I really can’t seem to break it down and run it through my head. I understand what you did, I do. Its just maybe, I don’t know to feel. Maybe the emotions haven’t hit me yet. Maybe I’m choosing to accept that it happened and moved on unaware.
Everytime we slept together a piece of my soul went to yours, but it would die instantly. Never returned back to normal. My mind never understood why. We connected to two and it never felt so perfect before. I thought we were meant for each other. I thought we were meant to be one. You chose a different way. A different road while I stayed in the same chaos. Every moan, every cry of pleasure, every experience we had with each other for the past three years was different, but with the same outcome. I was always the one with the same thoughts at the end. Everytime I would discard of how I felt prior. Those emotions would be dead in the heat of the moment. Those kisses small gentle kisses you would try to leave me are what I would try to avoid. Not wanting to hurt myself more by letting you toy with me without knowing. I know every mark on your body, every crest, mole, birthmark, and scar. I know that you slightly twitch or almost whimper in your sleep. I know where the drugs you do are hitting your body the hardest and I know that your bones are almost noticable. I know you hate it when I try and attempt to get you off the drugs in order to help you. I know that you’re forced into responsibilities and you were introduce into the struggles of your parents and the sadness of life at such a young age like me. Maybe that’s why I’m so into you. Maybe that’s why I fell so in love with you. Maybe that’s why we’re so different yet similar. You chose an escape while I stay and mope. And now this is new a pain I’m starting to deal with. The heartbreak and grief of my first true love with you even knowing.
Power.
Longing.
Sex.
These three go hand in hand when Uta takes someone to bed. Observational man he is, he takes every last detail into consideration; analyzes his partner as if they were an extraterrestrial specimen to be decoded and identified. He will not rest until he has tasted, touched and conquered every inch of their body they are willing to offer, and by the time he has his lips next to their ears, whispering the pretty, dirty little things he’s been imagining, they are more than willing.
“You’re going to take my dick, every inch of it, and you’re going to watch me while I fuck you.”
“Isn’t it such a shame that you think you’re the one in control here?”
“Want me to bite harder?”
Uta seeks, and Uta destroys, taking no prisoners and allowing no mercy. And just as he’s had his way with someone, leaving them a fucked out, sweat slicked mess, he pops up, eager for more.
And oh, are they ready to oblige.
