Illusions

Chapter 8: Here I Stay

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Keiji watched in silence as the adults talked amongst themselves…for what seemed like hours. He smiled softly to himself when he saw his mother drag his father down next to her and snuggled up against him on that tiny little armchair…it was so funny watching adults act like kids.

After ages and ages, he felt his eyes begin to drift shut…it was a pity he still wanted to stand in the hall, watching the group talk. Finally, however, the others had decided to go back home; after all, work would start for some in a few hours, since it was early in the morning.

Soon enough, everyone was gone except for his parents. Though he was tired, he watched intently, slightly worried, as the two talked onward. He didn’t want his mother to let Akuma just go! He beat a hasty retreat when the two stood, however…and watched from the doorframe in his room. For another minute or so, the angel and the demon chatted…then, giggling, Mitsukai grasped Akuma’s wrist and dragged him playfully toward her room.

Keiji smiled softly, and climbed back into bed with a yawn. If she was taking him to her room, that meant that she was going to share her bed with him, just the way parents are supposed to! This was Keiji’s dream come true; his parents together, happy…though, he knew it wouldn’t last.

Footsteps drew closer, and Keiji quickly shut his eyes, feigning sleep. The two adults came into his room, whispering so they wouldn’t ‘wake him’…he felt his mother’s hand run through his hair gently, heard his father whispering to her…

“I still think you should tell Kazuya about him.”

A slight pause. Then; “About Jin…I dunno, he may not take it well. After all, he doesn’t know he has a son…”

Keiji forced himself not to react. Uncle Kazuya has a son?

“Why shouldn’t he know? I mean…you told me about this little rascal here…” He felt Akuma’s hand pet his hair. “How do you think he’d feel if he found out we were holding such vital information?”

The two walked out of the room eventually, making their way to Mitsukai’s. “How do you think he’d feel if he found out he was missing so much not being on Earth?’

***

It was a short time later that Keiji had completely fallen asleep; he couldn’t hear a thing that was going on just down the hall.

Mitsukai was lying face-up on the bed, with Akuma half over her, an arm around her. So far he’d barely been able to keep his lips off her, whether it be kissing her neck, nipping at her collar-bone, kissing her cheeks…it just felt so good to be back with her once again.

She smiled softly, and giggled slightly as she pushed him over onto his back. A moment later, she lay across his chest, petting his thick black hair.

“You know, I could use a bed-warmer more often…”

He chuckled at her, and leaned up to kiss her again. “I would be much obliged…”

Of course, she smirked and dodged him, letting him kiss at the air. “Well…shall we make up for lost time?”

He smirked right back at her, flipping her over the next moment. “Suits me…” Without waiting for any more hints, he proceeded to slowly and teasingly strip Mitsukai of her clothes…the shirt, the soft white trousers, and eventually her underwear…until she was sprawled across the bed, stark naked.

“Hey, hey…” She playfully scolded him as he began to explore with his hands…here she was, completely unclothed…and he was still dressed! Of course he momentarily paused with the unexpected orders, and found himself being flipped over again by the smaller woman. Without hesitation, she pulled off his jeans and shorts, tossing them onto the pile her clothes had formed just a little while before.

Mitsukai paused a moment to take a good look at the prize she had unwrapped…yes, despite his origins, he still had what one could loosely call a ‘heavenly body’…he was too attractive, and too well-built. He still amazed and tantalised her, even after all the time they’d known each other. Not that she was left that much time to stare, oh no…he grabbed her, shoved her down (as gently as one could imagine a demon doing, that is) and pulled the covers over the both of them…after all, he wasn’t used to the temperate climate in these parts.

Once again, his hands began to wander…this time, hers did the same from beneath him. For the moment, both were aware of the presence of the child down the hall, and endeavoured to stay silent, so as not to wake him. Eventually though, Akuma began to slip a little further down the bed, his face disappearing from Mitsukai’s immediate view…under the covers…and a second later, she felt a distinct nip against her chest. Slapping her hand over her mouth, she tried not to squeak; particularly as she felt it again. Soon enough, she felt his teeth and tongue against her too, and his arms wrapping firmly around her waist.

It felt so good to be touched after so long…whimpering softly, she reached forward and entwined her fingers amongst thick handfuls of dark hair, tugging on it softly every now and again. The result was more pleasing than she might have thought, though she let her hands reach up to grasp his horns after a moment, holding them firmly in place. Still, he was able to move his head about freely…he was too strong for her own good!

A soft whimper escaped her throat as he moved further down again. It looked incredibly amusing watching him…a giant moving mound beneath the white linen on her bed. His tail had dropped down beside the bed by now, and with a little effort and stretching, she was able to grasp it. She felt him freeze for a moment, but he resumed what he was doing shortly after, the long, slender limb wiggling back and forth playfully in her hands.

Again, she felt him shifting downward, trying to reach more important places. Of course, things didn’t go as planned, and he stopped abruptly. Curious, Mitsukai lifted the covers and glanced down at him. He looked up at her for a moment, then behind him…he was about to fall through the covers at the end of the bed and onto the floor, even though he was crouching – wings wrapped low around his body so they didn’t tear the sheets or get in the way.

With a grin she pulled him up out of there, and pushed him down onto the other side of the bed. Ignoring her body’s urges to let him continue his affections, she leaned over him, gently licking down the line the muscle on his chest formed at the centre. A soft moan escaped his lips, and he squirmed for a moment...but she held him in place with a hand on either side of his chest, and continued her ministrations upon him with the pointed tip of her tongue.

The touch upon his chest began to drive him insane almost immediately. His hands reached down and grasped her head as she slowly worked her way further and further down his lilac body. After a moment he ceased his squirming and concentrated in taking the tie out of her hair, letting the soft golden locks fall out of their bun and down over her gentle features. As her hair was released, he threw the tie aside and embedded his fingers amongst the gold mass, letting his head drop to the side on the pillow as he watched her.

His scent wafting up through her nostrils, the sheer heat from his body, was enough to drive her onward, barely in check of her desires. Slowly, surely, she worked her way downward. With almost every little nip, each little kiss, she felt the powerful muscles beneath her tense and contract slightly; she didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know she was pushing the right buttons.

The feeling of her lips on his skin was delightful; for some reason, the culture barrier here served as nothing but added fuel to the inferno burning between the two. Once Akuma had realised that Mitsukai was not arrogant and pretentious like many angels he’d seen or heard of before, and Mitsukai likewise had come to realise that Akuma wasn’t evil, just tended toward more violent answers to solutions...the flame had been ignited. That flame was burning deep inside him at that point, and it took all of his self-control to resist forcing Mitsukai’s head down just a little further, and end his delicious torment.

And torment was the right word here indeed. Instead of finally grasping him below, she passed straight by the area begging for contact completely, and knelt up, grasping his leg under the knee and petting his inner thigh with her free hand. With a retained groan, he dug his claws into the bed sheets...despite the fact that he knew that probably wasn’t good for them – especially after he heard the claws tearing through the fabric, leaving distinct little rips in several places.

With a little smirk, Mitsukai trailed her hand up just a little further. “I know what you want...”

Akuma rolled his eyes, smiling in the process. So it was going to be a game tonight, was it? He could play games...he could play games very well indeed. Instead of falling for the begging trick, he sat up and flipped her onto her back again, one hand tweaking a nipple standing out from her chest. “I know what you want too...” Ignoring his desperation to force her down on him, he let his fingers slowly trail downward...but did exactly the same thing as she did by avoiding the one place he knew she’d want touched.

She squirmed despite herself. “You tease...”

Snickering, he leaned down and captured her lips in a short kiss. “I could say the same about you.”

With a giggle, Mitsukai threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “You’re such a little devil.”

That brought forth a snort of laughter. “Gee, I never noticed...” Even with his head being held down, he was free to move to a degree where he could swing one leg over her and straddle her waist – which is exactly what he did; kneeling over her, he let his hardness touch against her stomach, causing a unanimous shiver to erupt momentarily from the both of them. These games, in Akuma’s opinion, had gone far enough...but apparently the feeling wasn’t mutual.

After a moment, she smirked and pushed him off again. “Let’s not jump into things too quickly...”

As he landed on his back again, he ruffled his wings slightly. “Why not?”

She smiled back at him coyly, and ran her hand over his abdominal muscles. “Because I want to make it special...”

“But it is special...we hardly ever see each other, so...”

She cut him off with the soft touch of her fingers against his lips. Satisfied that he’d been silenced for at least a moment, she returned to kneeling between his legs, and leaned down, blowing cool air against him gently, before nuzzling his thigh again with her cheek. He flinched noticeably, sucking a breath in through his clenched teeth, and moaned softly as she assaulted his leg again. Unable to resist any longer, one of his hands shot downward...but before he could do anything, she grabbed his wrist, and placed it down against the mattress.

He squirmed against her, growling. “Mitsukai...” He hated being teased.

However, she seemed to ignore him, and continued to pet his thighs, no matter how much he struggled against her. It seemed there was no way to tame a demon...but she would damn well try. After a while, though, it became apparent that he was just going to fight her as long as she teased him. With a soft sigh, she leaned back up over him, looking down into his brilliant golden eyes, and smiled. Soon enough, the smile grew to a smirk...and she finally wrapped both hands around the very site that was so desperate for attention.

The feeling was inexplicable...he hadn’t expected the contact, and being so desperate, so riled up...when it came, it gave him one hell of a jolt to say the least. Remembering Keiji, he managed to keep his voice down to a degree, but the cry of sheer delight was still fairly loud. His back arched, pressing their chests together, and his claws dug into the sheets again.

In an effort to silence him, Mitsukai forced her lips against his, slowly pushing him back down into the pillow. After a moment, she broke the kiss. “Now tell me...was that better like that, or would you have preferred a more boring touch?”

Since he was now breathing fairly heavily, he let out a huff of laughter as he leaned up to nuzzle her shoulder. “You do realise that you’re just going to push me over the edge faster like that?”

“Well that just means I’ll be pushing you over the edge more, in that case...” She slid a leg over him, and pushed down against his endowment, letting out a soft breath as she felt him against her. As his arms locked around her waist, she let him slip inside, and slid downward, taking as much of him in as possible. She hadn’t felt this way in years...and until that moment, she hadn’t realised how much she missed him. As strange as it was that she’d fallen in love with her former archenemy...she couldn’t think of a better way for it to be; especially with the body he had!

As she stopped moving downward on him, Akuma found resisting pushing her down all the way extremely difficult...but he didn’t want to hurt her, after all. Instead, he exchanged positions with her. Finding herself lying beneath him again, Mitsukai smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist, rather than pushing him off again. After all, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her...but it was evident who had more control.

Before long, Akuma began moving within her, whether she was ready for it or not...but she was, nevertheless, and responded with a soft whimper into his pointed ear, holding him close with her arms. What she’d always found amazing was his likeness to Kazuya; when in battle, he was renowned for his brutality...but in a more intimate setting, he was incredibly gentle. One might have, in heaven, expected his particular activity with a demon to be rather violent and physical, but the slow, gentle movements of the man above her denied that theory its place in reality...at least for now.

The urge within him, however, was to make a quicker job of it...but he knew that wasn’t how angels liked it done. Despite their origins, Akuma had decided he truly loved her – demons could love, despite their negative associations, and did so as much as humans or angels might – but Akuma was, once again, similar to Kazuya...it took a lot of self-negotiation to actually accept the intimate feelings. And with these intimate feelings, the dark-haired demon had decided that he was going to try, try, to make a job of it that Mitsukai would forever remember him by and love him for. To his understanding, that meant slow and gentle. So, he resisted that urge to liven up the pace, and occupied himself with nuzzling her shoulder beneath him.

Mitsukai felt herself drifting off into a state of pure bliss. It had been so long, and the way they were doing it was so perfect, so gentle, so loving...if it were possible to go beyond heaven she would have. She did, however, after a while, notice that the muscles through Akuma’s shoulders and back were tense...he wasn’t acting for his enjoyment; he was acting for hers...and restraining himself mightily in the process. For that, she felt guilty...besides, maybe the wild side would be fun.

With a chuckle, she tilted her hips up toward him, and pulled him down with her ankles. He almost collapsed on top of her with the sudden yanking, and glanced down at her with a mildly perplexed look. Smirking, she leaned up against him again, begging him onward.

Of course, he didn’t hesitate to do so, and continued moving at a greater pace, one hand slipping down below her waist to push her up toward him a little more. The result...he found the perfect way to strike against a little spot deep inside her...causing her to cry out in delight, digging her fingernails into his back.

The sensation of slight pain in his back sent shivers down his spine, and he paused a moment to kiss her deeply, then stared down at her, smirking. “Do it again.”

Recovering her breath slowly, she looked back up at him...a little lost. “Do what?”

“Dig your fingernails into my back...”

The thought of bringing pain intentionally made her sick to the stomach for the moment. “But it’ll hurt...”

He snorted softly with laughter. “Of course it will. Go on...”

After a moment, she shook her head. “But I don’t want to hurt you, koibito...”

“What if I want you to?”

She sighed...the idea of inflicting pain, to her, was appalling...but since he wanted it, and since she hadn’t really given anything he wanted so far, she took a breath, and scratched her fingernails over the base of his neck and between his shoulders. He shuddered against her, releasing a soft breath against her neck.

“Harder...” His voice was a near whisper, and laden with lust. She couldn’t believe he liked that...but she complied, and dug a little deeper...she feared that if she went deeper still, she’d break the skin and draw blood. This time, he hissed as he drew a breath, his back arching up into her fingers, and nipped the soft flesh on her neck as she withdrew.

“I can’t believe you like that...” For the moment, she was just a little disturbed. After all, she’d never imagined herself doing something so...so...kinky.

“I don’t like it, I love it...” The arm below her looped tightly around the back of her waist, holding her close to him. He could almost sense her distaste for causing pain, so he didn’t force her to do it any longer, despite how wonderful it felt. Instead, he continued moving within her as gently as he possibly could at that moment, restraining himself to the nth degree.

Again, she could tell he was holding back. It was almost painful to watch him, despite the pleasure he was bestowing upon her. “Akuma...you’re going to have a stroke if you go any slower.”

He growled deeply into her ear, drawing her close again. “I thought you said you wanted to make this special...”

“I did...but not at your expense.” She clung to him with her legs, her heels locked together behind his back. “Just go at your own pace, okay?”

This time he didn’t even hesitate as soon as she gave him permission, and did just that. ‘His own pace’ was rather much faster than what she was expecting, and quite a bit rougher, particularly as he seemed to enjoy lightly biting her neck from time to time...but there was something exciting about the change of mood. Instead of simply lying back and taking it, she moved with him, tightly holding onto his shoulders, urging him on. Deep inside her, there was an animalistic passion waiting to be sated...possibly from the evolutionary past of her species; after all, ages ago, Demons and Angels were one species.

It didn’t last long, this sudden burst of heightened activity; within a few minutes the two were pushed to the very edge. Mitsukai clung to Akuma’s toned body as she cried out in ecstasy, nearly deafening him in the process. Not that he noticed; he was too preoccupied at the time, trying not to bite her as he nearly lost control of himself. The endless game had come to a conclusion finally...all the playing, toying, teasing...it had all ended in that few seconds of pure bliss.

For a while, the two simply lay in each other’s arms, panting, enjoying the closeness. A minute or so passed before Akuma rolled onto his side beside Mitsukai, draping a large lilac arm across her waist. She turned and snuggled down against him, resting her head and hands against his broad chest. For the first time in ages, the two had finally been reunited and were the way they were meant to be; safe and warm in each other’s arms.

As sleep began to overwhelm the couple, Mitsukai’s eyes drifted open a moment. “You don’t think we woke Keiji, do you?”

He chuckled softly. “Doubt it.”

“Well, in that case...let’s get some shut-eye.”

***

Down the hall, the world was darn and silent, except for the soft, intermittent breaths of a small angel. Despite the noise from the other room, Keiji had managed to let himself sleep.

Ponderings of another child haunted his dreams...what was he like? Would he want to meet his father? Jin, that was his name...oughtn’t Kazuya know about his child?

The morning would tell, he’d decided before he slept; as he did so, the thought stayed on. Yes, tomorrow, he ought to know.