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Nirokujichuu	By : Mushi6618 Category: Manga Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nirokujichuu
Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon, which belongs to the talented Haruko Iida.
Chapter 2: You Can’t Touch This
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Mahiru’s bedroom…
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“You Can’t Touch This…”
“Ugh…wha?” Mahiru’s eyes gently opened up to see the bright sun shining, birds chirping, and what would normally be a the beginnings of a beautiful day with a happening song on her alarm to wake her up completely. “Dang it! Another one of those DARN dreams! Why can’t I finish it! (Sigh) Why can’t I just start where I left off…?” Mahiru sighed once more in frustration.
Every night for the past three weeks Mahiru Shiraishi, age 19, current college student, and Princess of the Moon; had been having the same weird, hot, and steamy dream about: Mitsuru Suoh, also age 19, current college student, and a demon of the Tengu variety. He is also her current boyfriend and a gentle-man (sort-of). He was nothing like dream-Mitsuru, at least not yet. She was sure her dreams had something to do with their future together.
Deciding not to dwell on it too much, as it only got her flustered, Mahiru made her way to the bathroom. Cold showers had become a morning ritual for the poor girl. Thirty minutes later, dressed in a pair of tight black pants and a white t-shirt with PANDA RAGE! written on it, she made her way downstairs for breakfast.
‘Let the chaos ensue…’
“AHHHH…AKIRA!” Said a fanatic looking Vampire.
“What? What’s the matter?” Poked the Werewolf’s head from the kitchen.
“It’s that hormonally crazed Tengu, Mitsuru! He’s acting berserk!”
“I AM NOT! I swear Nozomu one more comment about my love life and I’ll stake you to a tree!” Threatened Mitsuru.
“Heh…you’re on your own for this one!” Akira escaped into the safety of his kitchen.
One large teardrop appeared on the bloodsucker. Sending a pleading look to his normal partner in crime… Misoka just turned another page in his paper, and completely blew him off. “Oh, come on guys! (pause to scan the room) Ah! Mahiru! Please tell your beast-of-a-boyfriend to stop threatening me!” Running over and taking cover behind Mahiru, the Vampire put on his best ‘I’m innocent’ look.
Sighing Mahiru assessed the situation. Standing in what appeared to be perfect lighting, stood Mitsuru. One hand on his hip and looking at her with one of his pissed-off scowls, Mitsuru just snorted his disbelief. However, his eyes softened when she looked his way. His hair was getting longer, it was just starting to form a small ponytail, and the little earring sparkled when he moved to stand in front of her. The tight white and green shirt pulled as he walked toward her showing his musculature, and she also noticed how those black jeans seemed to mold themselves also rather well to his form.
Blushing because of her earlier thoughts, she smiled at the young demon when his smirk turned into a goofy smile. She completely forgot Nozomu. Taking her hand, Mitsuru lead his Princess to the breakfast table. Turning around when he had Mahiru comfortably in her seat, he sent Nozomu a look that would have the Vampire looking over his shoulder for weeks.
“Well, Mahiru did you sleep well last night.” Mahiru choked on her O.J.
“Uhh…ha-ha. I, ahh, slept f-fine Misoka. How about you?” She forced a smile. ‘Will I ever get rid of this blush?’
“Fine as well, Princess.” He smiled coyly.
Mitsuru’s brow knitted, something was up.
“Food! Hey, morning Mahiru! Let’s see, pancakes for Misoka & me; toast, eggs, and bacon for Mahiru and Mitsuru; and pureed cereal for Nozomu!”
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Twenty minutes later...
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“Mmmmh. Wasn’t that a great breakfast, Mitsuru?” asked Mahiru as they walked back upstairs content.
“Hn. You know that Akira’s food is always good.”
‘Something is up.’ Thought Mitsuru, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.
Deciding not to push the subject as he might normally have, Mitsuru quietly studied the beautiful girl walking in front of him. He watched as her hourglass shape swayed to and fro. ‘Damn, not now…’ It is amazing what simple actions could cause for the poor Tengu. Sometimes just looking at the woman gave him a hard-on.
“Mitsuru?” Her hips stopped, he quick looked up as she turned around to face him.
“Yes! I-um. W-What?” He replied, startled.
“You, ah, passed your room. Did you need to tell me something?” Mahiru gave him a worried look. His expression was a little sickly she noticed, and he was about to follow her into her room. Now he seemed to look even more uncomfortable.
“Yeah, uh, I needed to ask you something.”
‘Weird. Why is he acting shy?’ Just as she took hold of her doorknob, it hit her. ‘What if he knows about my dreams?!’ Mahiru thought, panicking. That would explain everything that happened this morning!
Why he was spacing out…. (He was actually just eye-groping her.)
Why he acted so shy and flustered a moment ago... (He was actually flustered because of the tent-pole in his pants.)
Plus, worst of all: that sickly look! Maybe he was disgusted that she would have such dirty thoughts?! (Suppressing a very hard problem like the one Mitsuru has, would make any guy’s face contort in pain… actually, those thoughts might just swell his ego, along with other things…)
Now he wanted to confront her about it! (…well, why not?)
She was about ready to pass out as she opened the door to her room. When he was in, she shut the door. ‘No one needs to hear this conversation.’ So she locked the door just in case. Mitsuru, who was looking everywhere except the object of his desires, ended up zeroing in on his beloved when he heard the lock click.
It was so easy to slip on a mask. One could easily hide their features and that is exactly what our Princess did. She slid the happy smile over her worried face. What if he decided to break up? Could she handle that? God, they worked together, would he want to even look at her face after this? Would she have to leave the Moonshine again?
‘Hold it.’ Mahiru thought, she didn’t even know if he knew about the… dreams. ‘What should I do?’
“Mahiru?”
“Listen Mitsuru, I…” ‘…I’ve been having these crazy sex dreams about you but I can never seem to finish them…’ “…think I have to tell you something as well.” She went to sit by Mitsuru.
“Oh, well, you can go first; it sounds important.” Mitsuru wave his hand in Mahiru’s general direction. ‘Good now I can find out what has been going on in this nut house!’ He thought.
Mahiru’s mask failed. She paled. Worry worked its way onto her face. How could she tell him?
Mitsuru started to panic at Mahiru’s sudden change in expression. “He-Hey! No tears! You know I cannot stand it when you cry! It is ok Mahiru, no matter what you say, do, or tell me, I will still love you. We may be like night and day, but I will always love you.” He pulled her to him and held up her face so he could see her ocean blue eyes.
Mahiru’s eyes widened at Mitsuru’s gaze.
It was the ‘look’.
The one from her dream, but different, pure love shown from his chocolate colored eyes. And was that desire? The words were there, too. Flushing pink, Mahiru tried to look away, instead Mitsuru just put his forehead to hers. All she could do was close her eyes in shame. There was no way she could tell him, but judging from his words, he already knew.
Mitsuru was vexed. He had not seen Mahiru this worried and distressed since he came back from the dead. Wait a minute, hold the phone! What if…
“Mahiru, remember that time I came to save you at that World Festival thing.”
“Y-yeah, that was the first time you touched me without transforming.” Puzzled as to the change of question, Mahiru opened her eyes.
“Well, before I came to rescue you… I kept hearing your thoughts. Actually, even before that I could hear your thoughts.” Her eyes widened in fear. Here it came, the rejection, the shame, and she wanted to cry again.
“W-wait, hear me out. It only happened when you wanted me to hear you, whether you were conscious of it or not. The first time you knew you needed to reach me, and you did. The second time you probably did not even know you did. Now I think it’s the other way around.” He looked into her eyes once more; Mahiru was confused.
He took both her hands in his. Tan with porcelain. Demon and human. Night and day. Two parts of one whole as night comes together with day to form dawn and dusk.
“I have to apologize to you, my love.”
“Apologize to me, no, Mitsuru! I-It should be me who apo-apologizing to you. You shouldn’t be troubled with my-my perverted dre-“
“DON’T! Don’t you dare say I should be troubled by dreams that weren’t your own!”
Wide-eyed Mahiru tried to decipher what her love just stated. What did that mean? ‘Is he having the same type of dreams as me?’ Turning red, she noticed that Mitsuru, in his outburst, had climbed on to the bed. His left leg straddling her hips, his right leg & arm supporting him, and in his left hand, he held both of her hands. They were inches apart.
“No, Mahiru, not the same type, the same.” He smirked slightly.
“Mitsuru! Stay out of my mind! How can we be having the s-same d-dreams anyway?” she said, while giving him her famous Panda-Mahiru-Rage look, which only made him smirk more.
“Why Princess! Have you forgotten what I am?” His smirk went to a coy smile.
“No, you’re a demon. Specifically a Tengu, but that doesn’t answer my question!” Mahiru huffed out, flopping back on to the bed, accidentally bringing her lover with her.
“But it does, my Princess. When you brought me back to life, we became connected in a way only married demon-couples are.” She turned the same shade of red as his markings. He leaned into her, putting his mouth next to her ear.
“Tengu can only speak telepathically, our connection has allowed me to do more. Somehow, I have been unconsciously sharing my dreams with you. In a way, I should be ashamed… I’m the pervert in this relationship.” Bringing his face to hers, he looked her straight in the eyes once more.
“Oh god, Mitsuru. You’ve been calling me haven’t you?” His eyes narrowed and became those of a demon. “Y-you need me?” She asked.
He kissed her. ‘Mahiru, more than you’ll ever know…’ He answered her in her mind.
Mitsuru was always better with actions than words and not only did he ‘plant’ this idea, but he was the first to insinuate it. Just like in the dream. Only this was real and so much better. She could feel his mouth and the pressure of his hand as he held her own above her head. The weight of his boy as it leaned into the bed. The silk of her sheets as she lay on them. The smell of his cologne and shampoo, pine with soap, and that distinct male flavor he seemed to emanate. Way different from her/his/their dream.
Reality added the sounds, smells, textures, and everything that made whatever Mitsuru did real. The best part was that he kissed her like never before. Small pressure, more pressure, movement, licking her upper-lip, the lower, a little entrance, more, full French, a small battle, full-on tongue war, sensual sliding, regular French, fanged-teeth on her lower lip, a slight gentle pull, and at last air.
‘That was new, O.M.G! He even used his fangs!’ Thought a flustered Princess. ‘Is this real?’
Mitsuru decided to carefully drag his fanged teeth across the side of her neck. There was a small bit of pain, but it still sent shivers down her spine. ‘Yes, reality provides pain, this is real.’ His thoughts penetrated her mind and she smiled up at his face.
‘Not fair. I can’t read your mind.’ Deciding not to miss out on the fun, Mahiru tried a kiss of her own, starting at her lovers earlobe, neck, jaw, and mouth where she raged another tongue battle. Five minutes later, she finally took a breath.
‘What do you mean, not fair, certainly you acted upon what I had just requested.’ Mitsuru joked, trying to kiss her senseless.
She gave him an odd look that said ‘you’re kidding’. ‘Oh, and what was this request, because I didn’t hear it.’ He smiled. ‘I was hoping you would kiss me like it was our first time, but it seems that there’s more… passion now.’
“Mitsuru, you big meanie! Stop it, you’re making me blush...” She had to wipe her tears away, but he held her hands.
“I love you, too Mahiru.” He kissed her eyes, removing her tears.
“Mitsuru, I’m a virgin.”
“So am I.”
He took their shoes and socks off, starting a moment in life that you didn’t need words for. The two blushed at each other. Letting go of her hands, Mitsuru moved himself so he straddled Mahiru evenly. His hand supported his weight on either side of her head; parallel to each other. They could hear each other’s heartbeat.
This was the transition.
Where once separate beings formed one.
Where that little wedge of time before night turns to day or day to night. This was the part in life that was the most gray, and yet the most colorful at the same time. Long ago, another pair felt the same. Amazing how times, situations, and actions repeat themselves, just with different characters. How a past could lead to a present and a present could give hope to a future, which in turn foretold by the past.
A never-ending cycle.
A never-ending love.
The Princess will always find her Demon, as the generations before had, the generation now, and someday the generations to come. The touch, the dance, and the silent songs; they were speaking to one another in a language as old as time. It was neither night nor day for Mahiru & Mitsuru. Though time itself was repeating, these feelings were new to the lovers.
His hand slid up her arm, to cradle her face. One kiss to start; more to follow. Clothing? No, not needed for this. She sat up while he sat upon her. His fingers glided to her shirts hem, and lifted it upwards. The shirt tossed to the floor followed by his own. Mitsuru’s chest was tan as the rest of him.
Mahiru tried to hide her white bra, which pushed fleshy pink orbs into an attractive position, with her hands. Eyes locked, Mitsuru’s left hand met her left breast. Both took a deep breath. Another kiss as he laid Mahiru on her back; the silk chilly to her bare skin. Another kiss, but not to her mouth, Mitsuru’s lips traveled. First, the ridge of her jaw, inside of her throat, collarbone, center collarbone, and lower. She took great gulps of air, while his breathing all but stopped.
Unhooking the garment from the front, the piece of fabric joined the shirts. He let his breath go as she held hers. Mitsuru looked to Mahiru’s eyes as he leaned up and kissed her, slowly lowering himself. Already going in-between his transformations, the contact fully transformed Mitsuru. Thankfully he was minus his upper kimono and gi, leaving now larger upper body exposed. Embarrassed for a second, by a task he thought he could control, Mitsuru kept on.
Love… who could control that?
His eyes told her not to worry, he would not hurt her. It was different, but Mitsuru’s hands were bigger, they still felt the same on her breasts. His nails made her shiver, but not from fear. She trusted him. Circling one flushed orb with his pointing talon, the demon slowly brought his head down to the other slightly pink orb. It shocked the both of them. Mahiru more the feeling and Mitsuru more the taste. This was definitely a step to come back to in the future.
Finally starting to de-transform, Mitsuru began the next step in this process. The one that made his slightly large hands start to shake. A pair of smaller hands reached down grabbing his own. Another kiss. Steady, Mitsuru removed Mahiru’s black pants, dragging his hands along the length of her legs as they took the cloth off. Breathless once again as he looked down at the flushed form of what had to be an angel, he stood, throwing Mahiru’s pants on the growing pile of clothes.
He started to undo his buckle when those same pair of hands stopped his. Sitting up, Mahiru unbuckled, unzipped, and slowly tugged the pair of jeans to the floor to pool at the Mitsuru’s feet. Blushing full-capacity, the Tengu could only stand there as his lover viewed him just as he did her. However, Mahiru was sporting a pair of cute panda panties, while he made the fateful decision to not wear boxers that morning...
The sun slanted into the room, reminded of the meaning behind Mahiru’s name… mid-day. Mahiru thought that having been seen in only her panties was going to get her flustered, she was certainly unprepared when after watching Mitsuru’s jeans fall to the floor, she looked up and came head to head with his manhood. Beat red, Mahiru decided to play fair and remove her last piece of clothing.
The two were practically glowing red. Taking a while to get used to the situation, the two shakily got back into their previous position. Images of Mitsuru’s dream surfaced in their mind. To think that just that morning she had wanted to finish that stupid dream, and now here she was, finishing it in real life. After today, Mahiru Shiraishi would become a woman. Mitsuru Suoh would become a man, and they both would officially become lovers.
Lowering himself so that their bodies barely touched, and fighting the urge to transform, Mitsuru looked into the eyes of his soon-to-be mate. ‘A mate for life.’ His thoughts told her.
Mahiru looked back, and she saw her future reflect in his chocolate eyes. ‘Yes, mates for life.’ A marriage of the body. The vows said sooner or later in the future, but they needed this now.
Taking what felt like their last breaths of air, Mitsuru bent down and kissed his Princess and at the same time making her his. The thrust was clumsy, positioned right, but not precisely executed. Small tears formed at Mahiru’s eyes, it hurt, but at the same time, it didn’t. Mitsuru’s arms wrapped around her, comforting them both as he nuzzled her neck in apology for the slight bit of pain he put her through.
Awhile of slight shifting & stretching, Mitsuru still held her, but put most of his weight upon his elbows to hold him. Kissing her once again, the inexperience youth followed the one bit of advice that was older than time, his instinct. Slowly pulling out and pushing in, Mitsuru carefully watched his lover’s face.
Once Mahiru’s painful expression began to change to one of pleasure Mitsuru decided it was time to pick up the pace. Mahiru’s room got dark, and day became night. The two moved along one another, trying to reach that unknown destination, which was both black & white, yet full of every color imaginable. She arched, he pushed, in, out, a moan of mirth, his name on her lips, hers on his, in, out, arch, faster, in, out, a searing kiss, one last trust, one last arch, equally timed. ‘Oh, thank you, sweet reality…’ Their minds said in unison.
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