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Nirokujichuu	By : Mushi6618 Category: Manga Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2752 -:- 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 3: All Night Long
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In Moonshine’s kitchen…
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What a morning, correction, what a night. He knew what was going to happen when everyone came down. Oh yeah, they’re all going to play the ‘I-don’t-know-what-happened-last-night’ card. And you can bet his demon-butt that it’s going to be really, really tense in another hour or so. Geez, sometimes being a demon sucked, you could tell when someone was getting some, and seriously, you could hear and smell it too.
All... Night… Long…
You can’t sleep with that happening.
So we find one lone Akira staring blurry-eyed at his most prized possession, the fridge. The young man let out a sigh that said exhaustion. Three freaking nights in a row, the poor werewolf couldn’t sleep, because of the noise, smells, and horrid images that proceeded to keep him up. He loved his friends, and was happy that their relationship had finally evolved, but when all that “together time” forces him to sleep in the kitchen, that’s when he draws the figurative line.
“Maybe I should say something…” Yeah, right. He could just picture it now.
…Akira’s Thoughts…
‘Hey, Mahiru! Mitsuru! Listen, I know you guys have been getting it on for the last couple of days but do you think you could take a break?’
Mahiru: ‘Oh, of course Akira! We had no idea it was bothering you!’
Mitsuru: ‘Yeah! No problem pal! I be glad to give up my new found interest!’
‘Oh! Thanks guys. I know this might be hard on you Mitsuru, considering when you get into a full rut, it lasts about a week, but thanks for cutting it short! You’ll probably go nuts, but we’ve dealt with that before!’
Mitsuru: ‘Ah that’s all right! After all you gotta sleep.’
Mahiru: ‘Glad we could help you out Akira!’
‘Thanks guys…’
…End of Akira’s Impossible Hopes…
Oh, well. What were a few more days? Sure, the kitchen wasn’t that comfortable, and considering Nozomu got the stage and Misoka got the couch (he won the coin flip) he was okay with it. Sort of. They all made sure thought that everyone was in the kitchen before the lovebirds came down. It would have been twice as awkward when they went to eat breakfast. It was bad enough the whole house knew what the two were doing.
The first time a demon finds and beds a mate is normally the longest rut and the one with the most pheromones given off. After all, you had to lay claim to what was yours, that’s just how the demon’s world worked. The whole first time is to state to other demons that they have mated, and have been taken off the dating market; so to speak. At least that’s what he read anyway.
Therefore, for four more days they were all just going to have to put up with their sleeping arrangements. ‘Ugh, five in the morning already. Guess I should get started.’ Bacon, sausage, pancakes, and eggs with onion. Two days going on three of the same potent-smelling foods, it was some of the only things that stunk up the lower part of the Moonshine enough to get rid of the lingering smells.
Akira actually thought he was getting tired of cooking…
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Elsewhere…
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Damn, he was hungry, but he wasn’t really thinking of anything Akira could cook up. Sitting up, Mitsuru looked around. His room. Again. They’ll use her room tonight, to change it up. Looking down at his Princess, a smile graced his lips. She brought so much happiness to his life. Mahiru brought a string of other emotions as well. Particularly embarrassment, especially when Oboro confronted them after their first time together. The man had told them of what was going to be happening the next several days. They both took the news with beat red faces.
Mitsuru could understand the side effects of marking you mate, or whatever they decided to call it. He’d be feeling lust for Mahiru, extreme overprotection, precaution, and jealousy when with other people. To put it bluntly ‘must-have-sex-with-Mahiru’ and ‘protect mate’ would be on his mind for the rest of his rut.
Of course, because the moon ruled his body, he would only have sex at night. But just for this period of time, after that all hours of the day would count. Mahiru would feel slightly the same as he would with all that possession stuff, thanks to their connection. It was like his dreams, only now he was just subconsciously sharing his own side effects.
Already was wishing for nightfall. Well, he’d just have to wait. At least Mahiru was taking all this mating and marking stuff well, although he was sure she quite enjoyed the past nights they spent with each other. As if thinking of Mahiru couldn’t possibly wake her up, it did. Sleep-fogged blue eyes opened to greet the day as Mitsuru’s Princess sat up to lay her head on his bare shoulder.
“Morning, Love.”
“Hum, so it is.” He said looking out the window into the bright sun-lit world.
She had to smile at that. The grimace he made was just too cute. Poor Mitsuru. He never really did like the sun. The dark of night always seemed better to him, and she thought for a moment, he seemed to fit better in the dark. He sure did feel better…
“Mahiru? You ok, your face is red.”
“Huh? O-oh, it’s nothing– just thinking of things…” At that her other half plastered a small smirk upon his handsome face, causing her to blush more. He knew just what she was thinking, and he didn’t have to read her mind to find it out either.
“Well, well, my Princess. Don’t we have a dirty mind this morning?”
“Ugh! How can I not with you on me all night and day? Literally.”
“Oh come on now. I’m only on you at night, and then sometimes you’re on me.”
Flushing across her face and down her exposed front Mahiru had no real comeback to answer her smart-mouthed companion. ‘My, wasn’t he just chatty this morning!’ She thought. Deciding that action could be better than words, she slipped past her demon while still occupied with his small verbal victory. Gathering up her clothes, she headed towards his bathroom. Catching the clock, it only read 5:10.
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Dining Room
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“Ohhh, what a night… (sigh) Man, maybe getting those two together was a bad idea. What do you think Misoka?” The young man looked up from his morning paper, looking directly at Nozomu, he replied with the only response he could give.
“Hn.” The vampire read the expression exceptionally well. Misoka wasn’t usually talkative in the mornings, and he had learned to read the fox’s lack of reactions carefully.
“So I take it, that this is how it was supposed to be, huh?”
“Hun.”
“Alright, whatever you say. But this is still a pain in the ass.”
“Hnn.”
“Ahh, yeah I just looooove mornings…”
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The shower…
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There really was nothing like a nice hot shower right after you wake up, especially when the night previous to that you had the most, to date, amazing sex of your life with your one true soul mate. Could life get any better after that?
The shower door slipped open…
‘I guess so…’ Mahiru grinned.
He slipped into the shower with her; some of his lust must still be traveling over from the night. Mahiru had gotten used to seeing him naked, somewhat. There were times that he left her breathless, panting, and wanting to see or taste him.
His hands slipped smoothly onto her back and glided down her sides. She could just picture his face as he gaze at her from behind. His eyes half lidded, mouth slightly open, his chest picking up speed with his breathing as he tried to calm his blood from rushing to fast to his libido. Fingers would crawl softly down her slick back, gently massaging in certain areas, caressing in others.
Those hands of his would reach her hips and move forward one moving faster than the other. One hand would stop and a finger would sink into her while the other moved up towards her chest, drawing her back against him. Pressed to him, feeling his love for her in the small of her back, he cupped her breast, stroked her inner-self, kissed her lips from behind, and all while hot water poured down on the both of them.
Two fingers, then three, and each going in a motion that picked up where the other left off. She ached at his touch. She soon stood on her toes, her body slid up along his, then she felt his strong thighs against hers. He kissed her harder, the curve of her backside slid along is front, his hands tightened on her, motions never stopping.
She knew he could not keep this up much longer. Mitsuru had never been one to have much control. Which was true, as he pinned her just underneath the spray of water, they stood there, slightly soapy, kissing with demon and animal passion. He was all over her. Kissing her neck, shoulders, cheeks, eyes, and then he seemed to force a kiss directly to her lips and slip in to her all in the same heartbeat.
It was slippery. She had to hold on tight with her arms, her hands on his back, and nails digging into his flesh encouraging him. She had to wrap her right leg around his waist; it felt so good to feel his skin pulling taunt as he worked his body against hers. His hands were against the wall, and like his legs, spread. He pressed her back against the shower tiles, thrusting upwards into her. He made inhuman grunts and growls, but that didn’t bother her, seeing how she was making similar noises. His body moved like waves, and when she opened her eyes, she could see the cascade of liquid running down his body following with his pumping movements.
It lasted so long. Or was it not long enough? But he felt it with every cell of his skin that touched hers. The friction as he went inside only to slide out and repeat the process. He felt her start to clench onto him, she became rigid, encasing him, holding him and by doing so adding that last bit of pressure to ensure his own state of rigor mortis. Arching into her folds, both twitching as part of him entered her being. Hours and seconds both passed them as water returned to their reality along with an amount of clarity to the world around them.
What a wonderful way to start the day…
“Or NOT!”
“Oh, come on Akira all I asked was maybe we could make up an excuse to leave for a couple of days or-“
“Or not, that’s final, Nozomu. I’m not leaving my kitchen. For the love of Lord Shirogane, could you imagine what would happen to my kitchen? What might happen on top of my counters? My floor? My cooking utensils-“
“Uhh, gee, Akira I get the mental image! Gross!”
“Excuse me, but this conversation is heading too far south for me.”
“Sorry, Misoka.”
“Hey, yeah sorry. I’m just worried. I read some books on this stuff; nothing stops you once its night.”
“Alright, alright, enough of this conversation Akira. Misoka looks like he’s gonna grack at any moment, and your foods too good to waste.”
“I’ll second that!”
Six sets of eyes looked up to see their topic of discussion. Apparently, the lovebirds had made it down to breakfast on time today, only slightly late. Having already eaten the three men took leave after saying brief good mornings to their Princess, mindful of Mitsuru; Akira being last to leave since he was serving their food. Keeping a distance from the couple was a good idea, so practicing songs and new lyrics for the club wasn’t such a bad plan, especially when you could practice in another room.
The two cuddled at the small table eating their portions of food and sharing a comfortable silence. When finished neither seemed to move, so they sat at the small table enjoying the thoughts of their morning shower, and entertaining thoughts of the evening to come. Yes, it was going to be a pleasant time for Mahiru and Mitsuru for the next few days, if not so pleasant for their friends.
A wonderful start to a new beginning…
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