One-Shot Máratúre & Dean

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Dia 13 de Fevereiro de 2009. Sexta-feira. Nada melhor que um dia/noite amaldiçoado/a, para profanar túmulos. Ao portão do cemitério de uma pequena vila algures no Nevada, encontravam-se dois irmãos, dois caçadores, procurados por todo o lado. Em mais uma caçada, em frente a esse portão, encontravam-se os irmãos Winchester dentro do Chevy Impala (1967). Dean e Sam Winchester, conhecidos por seguirem as pegadas do seu pai, e não só, por também buscarem vingança. Mas não era vingança que os trazia a este cemitério. O que aqui os trazia era uma caçada, uma caçada que já lhes andava a dar algum trabalho a alguns meses, sim os Irmão Winchester nunca se haviam deparado com algo deste calibre, nunca haviam pensado que o mal que iriam combater ira mudar para sempre as suas vidas, nunca pensaram eles que quem iram ter de derrotar iram ser duas mulheres.
À um mês que seguindo noticias, os dois irmãos chegaram à aquela pequena vila, as noticias diziam que pessoas apareciam mortas, sempre da mesma forma e sem um pingo sangue no corpo. Após alguns dias de investigação os irmãos chegaram à conclusão de que exista algo em comum, em todos os casos, estavam presentes duas irmãs a prestar depoimento. Curioso, porque visto não saberem a causa da morte, não poderiam determinar se a causa era assassinato, natural, ou sobrenatural.
Estas duas irmãs, Máratúre e Erunáme, foram interrogadas por ambos os irmãos, mas eles saíram sem respostas. Elas eram mais sorrateiras do que eles pensavam. Algo nelas não lhes inspirava confiança. Talvez por serem um pouco diferentes. Ambas sempre vestidas de preto, num estilo gótico, algo reservadas, uma delas, a mais nova, Erunáme, quase nunca falava, mas quando falava era sempre para os deixar na mó debaixo e faze-los passar por completos idiotas, até o Sam. Pelo contrário a irmã mais velha, Máratúre, falava, mas não eram coisas agradáveis, agradáveis do ponto de vista dos irmãos porque, ela arranjava sempre maneira de se esquivar às perguntas, de os insultar e de ainda os deixar meio confusos, que se poderia dizer, eram irmãs. Por incrível que pareça, todos passavam muito tempo juntos. Após cerca de duas semanas algo aconteceu. Para o desprazer de Dean e Máratúre. Dean não suportava Erunáme, sempre quieta e calada, mas de vez em quando, com um olhar algo diabólico e sedento de sangue, não lhe inspirava qualquer confiança. O que mais o irritava era a forma como ela o fazia passar por um completo anormal. Por outro lado, Máratúre não gostava de Sam. Porquê? Digamos que ela o achava demasiado certinho para o seu gosto, sempre a tentar estar um passo à frente delas. E o facto que o ver várias vezes a observar a sua irmã não lhe agradava. A sua irmã já havia sofrido muito no passado, não precisava que viesse um rapazinho de meia tigela estragar o presente, para além de ele ser o inimigo e ela demasiado nova para além da sua aparência. Mas porém os desejos de Máratúre não se concretizaram. Erunáme e Sam, para grande desilusão dos seus irmãos acabaram por cair tentação e iniciaram um relacionamento amoroso.
Ambas as irmãs atraídas por magias negras e cultos obscuros, continuaram as suas pesquisas e trabalhos sem ligarem muito ao trabalho dos dois irmãos. Um dia Erunáme estava com Sam e confidenciou-lhe uma pequena parte dos seus planos. Sam tentou leva-la a desistir dos seus planos, mas esta não lhe deu ouvidos o que levou a um “arrufo de namorados”.
As pistas haviam-nos trazido aqui, a este cemitério. As duas irmãs, iriam estar neste mesmo cemitério dentro de meia hora. Para quê? Segundo reza a lenda, neste cemitério encontra-se o Príncipe dos vampiros, o próprio Drácula. Aprisionado numa cripta, por baixo de uma mesa de pedra negra. As irmãs iriam encontrar se aqui neste cemitério onde reside, sob um feitiço, um dos Príncipes das Trevas. Estava escrito que este, só podia ser libertado sob um ritual que exigia sacrifício de sangue humano. Estas irmãs eram definitivamente as assassinas. Fazendo um feitiço proibido, ambas conseguiam “esvaziar” o corpo das vítimas, deixando-as sem sangue.
Caçada? Não isto não poderia ser denominado de caçada. Isto era um impedimento. Por custar a Dean ver o seu irmão sofrer, é que este estava a tentar remediar o caso. Se não fosse pelo amor do seu irmão por Erunáme, Dean já a havia morto. Não… Também estava Máratúre… Mulher mais estranha, Dean não gostava dela, mas algo o atraía a ela. Ele sabia que ela o desprezava. Ela não gostava do tipo de homem que ele era. Ela não gostava de homens que pensavam que eram melhores que as mulheres, homens que gostassem de ter controlo sobre as mulheres, e Dean, podia-se dizer que era a junção de todas estas ‘qualidades’.
Ainda ao portão do cemitério, os dois irmãos debatiam-se, quem iria parar as duas irmãs de cometerem uma loucura.
“Já te disse Dean, eu vou, eu tenho de parar a Erunáme!”
“Tens cá um dedinho para as escolheres Sam, lembra-te de ver se a tua próxima namorada não é satânica.”
Sam estava enraivecido, o seu irmão estava a acusa-lo de mudar de namorada como quem muda de camisa? Além disso, Erunáme e Máratúre não eram satânicas, mas sim wickas.
“Dean, há diferenças entre a cultura satânica e a cultura wicka! Elas são wickas! Sabes que mais estou farto de que te intrometas nas minhas relações!”
Enraivecido, Sam deixa Dean sozinho, junto do carro, e entrou no cemitério, à procura da sua namorada e da irmã dela, tentando impedi-las de fazer uma loucura.
Caminhando por entre os jazigos Sam dirigiu-se para a parte mais abandonada do cemitério. Claro como as suas suspeitas o tinham afirmado, lá estavam as duas irmãs de costas voltadas para ele, com um enorme livro de feitiços em cima da grande negra mesa de pedra. Sentindo a sua presença Máratúre, sem se voltar para ele, suspirou. Já estava à espera que o ‘apaixonando’ viesse evitar que a sua irmã causasse, uma calamidade, tal como ele lhe chamava.
“O que é que estás aqui a fazer? Não vês que estamos a meio de algo?”
“Eu preciso de falar com a Erunáme, a sós, por favor, se não te importas Máratúre…”
Erunáme voltou-se para encarar Sam, vendo a expressão seria dele, ela voltou o olhar para a irmã e fixou o seu olhar nos olhos dela. Apesar de não existir nenhuma conversação, Máratúre, só pelo olhar sabia que a irmã lhe pedia que se afastasse.
Indignada, acedeu ao pedido da irmã e começou a andar para longe dela, mas não antes sem a última palavra.
“O teu amor é o que nos vai levar à destruição.”
Com isto Máratúre continuou a caminhar, mas agora em direcção aos portões do cemitério. Tinha o pressentimento de que os seus planos não se iriam realizar, tudo por causa de amor. Sentimento mais patético.
Perdida nos seus pensamentos, Máratúre alcançou os portões para se deparar nada mais, nada menos de que com Dean, que se encontrava encostado ao porta-bagagens do carro. Claro, ela devia saber que onde um Winchester ia, o outro seguia. Foi imprudente da parte dela, não se lembrar de que o Winchester mais velho seguiria o seu irmão mais novo.
Ao ouvir passos e o chiar do portão Dean ergueu o olhar. Ali estava Máratúre. Bem pelos vistos Sam devia estar a tentar dissuadir Erunáme.
Dean percorreu o corpo de Máratúre com o seu olhar, um pequeno sorriso achou caminho ate aos seus lábios. Ele adorava a forma como ela se vestia e agia, não era vulgar, talvez fosse isso que o atraía, mas ao mesmo tempo repelia. Uma rajada de vento fez com que a longa saia de Máratúre esvoaçasse à sua volta, dando-lhe uma aparência misteriosa, a sua expressão, sem emoção, um olhar gélido, que até poderia gelar o inferno.
Puxando mais o seu xaile por cima dos ombros, Máratúre tentou proteger-se do súbito arrepio que lhe havia subido pela espinha, não era frio, mas algo diferente, que ela não era capaz de entender, ou melhor não queria entender. Ao ver Dean percorrer o seu corpo com o olhar e lhe dar um sorriso de… satisfação? Sentiu-se enraivecida, o seu coração parecia não saber como bater. Não, ela não era como as outras, ela não iria cair em tentação e deixar-se entregar a emoções. Continuando a olhar para ele com um olhar gélido Máratúre dirigiu-se a ele, a vontade de lhe apagar aquele sorriso dos lábios era enorme e aumentava com cada passo que dava.
“Sabia que tinhas de estar aqui. Vocês parecem siameses.”
“Hahahaha Olha quem fala. Mas diz-me como me deste o prazer da tua visita?”
Máratúre não gostou da ênfase na palavra ‘prazer’, pareceu-lhe demasiado fora de contexto.
Erguendo uma sobrancelha, Máratúre respondeu a Dean.
“Fui afastada, o teu irmão está a estragar os meus planos, esta a corromper os ideais da minha irmã. Ele vai ser a ruína de tudo isto.”
Dean deu uma curta gargalhada, Máratúre já se estava a dar por vencida, o que era um bom sinal, mas o que ele não compreendia era como é que ela falava tão abertamente com ele. Não era normal. De todas as outras vezes que se encontravam ela raramente lhe dirigia a ele ou a Sam uma palavra. Também o motivo daqueles ‘encontros’ era Sam e Erunáme, mas mesmo assim, Dean, não perdia a oportunidade de estudar o comportamento de Máratúre.
“Já te estas a dar por vencida Máratúre?”
Ela suspirou e encostou-se ao carro, junto de Dean. Não queria admitir, mas estava farta. Farta e cansada, de ter de trabalhar em confusos feitiços, acartar com mortes de pessoas em cima dos seus ombros, para que? Que benefícios lhe iria isso trazer? Máratúre começava a questionar as suas ideologias, e isso não lhe estava a agradar. Olhando para Dean, suspirou novamente e fechou os olhos.
“Quase.”
Dean lançou uma gargalhada audível, aquilo estava a irrita-la. Ele estava-se a rir da sua derrota? Tentando não perder a calma, mordeu o lábio inferior. Não se apercebendo da força que exercia, rapidamente o gosto a sangue lhe chegou à boca e sentiu um pouco a escorrer pelo lábio. Antes que o pudesse limpar sentiu uma mão na sua face e um dedo a limpar o sangue, percorrendo o seu lábio inferior. Abrindo os olhos deparou-se com Dean, que estava muito próximo da sua cara, a respiração dele repousava sobre os seus lábios. Sem tempo para pensar, sentiu os lábios dele tocarem os dela, num suave beijo. Ela não estava à espera que fosse um beijo gentil, ela nem estava a espera que ele a beijasse. Ela nem sabia porque é que continuava a deixar que ele a beijasse. Errado, não era só ele que beijava. Máratúre deu por si a devolver o beijo a Dean. Quebrando o beijo Máratúre virou a cara para o lado e saboreou gosto dos lábios de Dean, estava revoltada, nunca se sentira fraca em relação a um homem, gostava de controlar a situação e isso agora não estava a acontecer. Dean era um homem típico, dominante, que gostava das coisas à sua maneira, podia-se dizer que Máratúre era Dean na versão feminina.
“Estás a saborear?”
Uma cor vermelha tomou lugar na face pálida de Máratúre. Ela estava a corar? Não ela não se ia deixar dominar por um homem, nunca o havia sido, não ia ser agora que o iria ser. Mas a vontade de voltar a sentir os lábios de Dean nos seus era enorme, havia sido há muito tempo que tinha estado com alguém, andava demasiado obcecada com os seus planos que nem ligava à sua vida ‘amorosa’. Não que ela fosse uma pessoa de se entregar a sentimentos, mas todas as pessoas têm necessidades físicas, e Máratúre não era excepção. Olhando para a face de Dean, que a olhava com interesse, Máratúre, puxou-o pela gola do casaco e beijou-o de uma forma ardente, tomando controlo do beijo, ela mordiscou o lábio dele, como que pedindo autorização para ele abrir os lábios. Acedendo ao pedido dela, Dean separou os lábios, mas antes que Máratúre pudesse assaltar a sua boca, ele precipitou-se e capturou a língua dela.
Ambos determinados a dominar recusavam-se a dar-se por vencidos naquela ardente batalha. Finalmente, necessitando de ar, ambos se afastaram, mas minimamente.
“Estás muito estranha hoje…” O suave murmúrio veio acariciar os lábios de Máratúre. Os lábios de Dean pareciam ópio, apenas se experimenta algumas vezes para se tornar num vício, e Máratúre estava determinada a se tornar viciada. Os braços dela enrolaram-se ao pescoço de Dean e ele apoiou o seu peso no carro, colocando ambas as mãos no carro, uma de cada lado de Máratúre. Também ele não era capaz de resistir muito mais. Ambos mergulhando num caloroso beijo, se aproximaram ainda mais, Dean lançou o seu peso contra ela, encurralando-a contra o carro, prevenindo-se de que ela fosse mudar de ideias, como se isso fosse acontecer.
Com um impulso das suas pernas, Máratúre sentou-se em cima do porta-bagagens, com o Dean entre as suas pernas. As mãos dele abandonaram o carro e centraram-se as ancas dela, segurando-a ali. O beijo nunca havia sido quebrado, ambos lutando pela vitória, desafiando-se mutuamente, a ver o qual seria capaz de resistir mais tempo sem o ar que lhes era vital.
Dean deu-se por vencido, aquela mulher superava-o em tudo, ou quase tudo, mas isso ainda era algo por que ele ansiava.
Um sorriso malicioso apareceu nos escuros lábios de Máratúre, os de Dean já ostentavam um escuro tom devido ao batom. Retirando as suas mãos do pescoço de Dean, Máratúre, começou-lhe a despir o casaco enquanto se inclinava para lhe beijar o pescoço. As mãos dele subiram até ao xaile dela, mas uma mão parou-o.
“Nem sonhes…” Os olhos dela brilhavam com diversão e luxúria, na fraca luz que provinha do candeeiro da estrada.
“E porque não? Tu tiraste-me o casaco, acho um preço justo…”
“Mas quem dita as regras sou eu…” Com aquela ultima palavra capturou os lábios dele e tomou posse do beijo.
Dean, estava surpreso, nunca antes uma mulher o havia dominado assim, nem sequer faze-lo querere-la tanto. Mas não era isso que o ia fazer deixar-se dar por vencido, com ambas as mãos puxou o rabo de Máratúre contra ele, chocando a sua pélvis contra ela.
Máratúre olhou para ele e sorriu desdenhosamente.
“É assim que queres jogar?” Ela passou uma mão por debaixo da camisa dele. A mão estava gelada como o gelo, e fê-lo estremecer, mas não de frio. Enquanto a mão dela acariciava o peito musculado dele ele sorrateiramente puxou-lhe o xaile para baixo e beijou-lhe o pescoço mordendo algumas vezes. Um gemido brotou dos lábios dela.
Amaldiçoando-se ela, mordiscou-lhe a orelha e moveu as suas ancas contra ele enrolando as suas pernas à volta dele. Ele sorriu e passou-lhe as mãos por debaixo da saia, acariciando-lhe as coxas. Com um rápido movimento, Dean agarrou o rabo dela e suportou o peso dela, voltando-se de costas para o carro. Com um pulo sentou-se e Máratúre ficou de joelhos no carro, sobre ele. Ela sentou-se no colo dele, e retirou-lhe a camisa, beijando-lhe o peito à medida que ia desabotoando um botão. Dean soltava leves suspiros de prazer à media que Máratúre percorria o seu peito, com aqueles suaves lábios, deixando pequenas marcas pretas devido ao batom. Os dedos de Dean enlaçaram-se no elástico da roupa interior de Máratúre, preparando-se para a puxar para baixo. Com um rápido movimento ela colocou as suas mãos por cima das dele, prevenindo-o de avançar com as suas intenções.
“Já te disse que quem manda aqui sou eu.” O sorriso diabólico dela fê-lo fazer um movimento das suas ancas, mostrando-lhe o quanto necessitava dela.
“Calma… Tudo a seu tempo… Eu adoro preliminares.” Ela disse num sussurro, enquanto lhe desabotoava o cinto das calças.
“Quem disse que eu gosto dos teus preliminares?” Ele respondeu, massajando uma das coxas dela enquanto trazia uma mão para cima e lhe desatava a fita do corpete. Era algo complicado, demasiadas fitas entrelaçadas. O que o surpreendeu foi Máratúre largar as suas calças e retirar o corpete, com uma rapidez implacável, revelando o seu sutiã preto sem alças.
Dean fez menção de agarrar ambos os seios dela, mesmo através do pequeno tecido que os cobria, mas ela agarrou-lhe os pulsos e inclinou-se para lhe morder o pescoço. Com o contacto dos dentes dela na sua carne, Dean estremeceu. Impressionantemente aquilo era extremamente sensual. Máratúre começou a chupar, como que alguém de desespera pelo elixir da vida. Aquilo iria deixar uma marca. Tão perdida no pescoço de Dean, Máratúre, só reparou que este lhe massajava os seios quando um gemido se fez ouvir contra o pescoço dele.
“Não é assim tão mau pois não?” Ele sussurrou ao ouvido dela, a sua voz era rouca e a respiração pesada. Os cabelos do pescoço dela levantaram-se com o arrepio que lhe fora causado. A mão dela viajou até ao vulto das calças de Dean e com um súbito movimento, ela massajou-lhe a erecção. Um gemido fez-se ouvir pela noite e ela sorriu. Dean estava desesperado, não aguentava, ele não passava de um brinquedo nas mãos de Máratúre. Não estava habituado a ser dominado, mas também não ia admitir que estava a gostar, as trocas de papéis também podem ser boas de vez em quando.
Dean voltou a colocar uma mão por debaixo da saia dela e massajou-a gentilmente através da renda da tanga dela. Desta vez ela não fez nada para o parar, apenas procurou os lábios dele como quem procura água num dia quente em pleno deserto.
Os gemidos saíam dos lábios dela, embrenhando-se na noite. Ela tentou controlar-se, mas estava complicado, nunca tinha imaginado que ele lhe proporcionasse tanto prazer só assim. As línguas de ambos brincavam incessantemente, mas como sempre, o ar de que ambos necessitavam tornava-se num problema. Os dedos dele pareciam acariciar as cordas de uma guitarra enquanto ele lhe dava prazer. Ela já havia admitido que gostava de preliminares, mas a tentação de o ter ali e agora a seu bel-prazer estava-se a tornar cada vez mais complicada de recusar. Mais uma vez os dedos dele se enrolaram nos elásticos da tanga, mas desta vez ela não o parou. Deixou que ele lentamente lha retirasse.
“Estas muito condescendente…e húmida.” Ele sorriu e ela substituiu as mãos dele olhando-o com desprezo.
Erguendo-se ligeiramente ela removeu a tanga.
“É para o meu próprio proveito.” Respondeu ela, retirando o membro rígido dele para fora dos boxers.
Ela podia dizer que o vulto normal fazia justiça à visão perante ela. Vulto? Desde quando é que ela olhava para Dean dessa forma? Bem talvez inconscientemente, todas as mulheres o fazem certo? Certo.
Esperou pacientemente enquanto Dean colocava o preservativo, mas ia-lhe beijando o pescoço entretanto.
Uma vez preparado, Dean levantou-lhe a saia e reparou que ela tinha uma tatuagem perto de um sítio menos próprio.
“Não sabia que tinhas uma tatuagem…” Ele disse-lhe ofegante.
“Não é para o teu bico.” Ela respondeu com desdém e posicionou-se sobre ele. Como resposta ele agarrou-a e penetrou-a com força. Ambos gemeram
“Ugh… Um morcego… Tem a ver contigo.” Disse ele respirando entrecortadamente.
“Cala-te e mexe-te.” Respondeu-lhe ela, movendo as ancas contra ele. Não querendo que ela manda-se nele, pelo menos dizendo-lhe o que fazer – porque era vergonhoso – ele moveu-se contra ela. Os movimentos de ambos estavam em sincronia.
As unhas longas dela arranhavam-lhe as costas enquanto ele beijava e chupava um dos seus seios, o sutiã dela já há algum tempo havia sido esquecido algures pelo chão.
As mãos dele ajudam os movimentos dela, ambas as mãos posicionadas nas nádegas, puxavam-na contra ele. Ambos os corpos se tocavam e um suave lençol de suor começou a aparecer.
Dean parou de se mover subitamente e desceu-se do carro, ainda segurando Máratúre. Soltando um pequeno gemido ela olhou para ele em dúvida.
Dean não lhe disse nada. Retirou-se dela e pousou-a de pé. Ela ainda sem saber o que ele pretendia, deixou-se levar um pouco contra vontade. Ele fez com que ela posasse as mãos no carro e baixa-se o tronco. Percebendo o que ele queria Máratúre, baixou a parte superior do seu corpo e elevou um pouco o rabo. Dean satisfeito, com o seu feito, não demorou a penetra-la novamente. Enquanto Dean tinha as ancas dela presas firmemente com as suas mãos, Máratúre espetava as unhas no carro, arrancando um pouco de tinta. A respiração ofegante de Dean ao seu ouvido, fê-la inclinar a sua cabeça para trás numa questão de o beijar.
Ele acedeu ao seu pedido, aumentando a velocidade dos seus movimentos. Foi um beijo um tanto tremido, mas isso não os impediu de o desfrutarem.
Os gemidos de Máratúre tornaram-se um pouco mais audíveis e Dean moveu-se com mais força e precisão. Ambos não aguentaram mais, atingiram o clímax ao mesmo tempo. Não ganhando nem um, nem outro. Ficaram empatados, para o descontentamento de ambos.
Máratúre deixou-se cair sobre o carro e Dean sobre ela. Ambos cansados mas satisfeitos. Dean não queria admitir, mas aquilo… Tinha sido fantástico, nunca antes havia o sexo sido algo tão fabuloso para ele. As faces de ambos estavam rosadas, coradas. Máratúre empurrou Dean de cima de si e procurou as suas roupas.
“Estás a fugir?”
“Não, mas esqueces-te o propósito de aqui estarmos? A Erunáme e o Sam ainda estão lá dentro, sabe-se lá a fazer o que…” Disse Máratúre atirando a camisa de Dean a este e apertando o seu corpete.
“Se calhar o mesmo que nós estivemos a fazer.”
“Cala-te.” Máratúre tremeu ao imaginar a irmã.
Dean recompôs-se rapidamente e baloiçava a tanga dela num dedo, enquanto observava Máratúre à procura dela. O mistério do porque é que os homens se vestem sempre mais depressa continuava por desvendar.
Dean tossiu levemente e assobiou. Com um rugido enraivecido, Máratúre olhou para ele e arrancou-lhe a tanga das mãos e vestiu-a rapidamente.
“Palhaço… Eu a procura da tanga e tu com ela…”
“Eu nem quero saber porque é que estavas à procura dela…” Veio a calma voz de Erunáme. Máratúre mandou um olhar à irmã que a podia petrificar.
“Não tens nada a ver com isso.” Ela cuspiu à irmã. Não bastava ter caído em tentação, senão ter sido apanhada. Sam estava atrás de Erunáme e sorria abertamente a Dean piscando-lhe o olho. Sam passou um braço pelos ombros de Erunáme e finalmente falou.
“Vejo que aproveitaram bem o vosso tempo…”
“Tu também Samizinho… Para a próxima abotoa bem os botões da camisa.” Máratúre olhou para Dean e depois para Sam, sim de facto os botões estavam desnivelados. O olhar de Máratúre seguiu-se para Erunáme, que olhava para o lado e murmurava.
“Não perguntes. Não tens nada a ver com isso.” Máratúre sorriu e cruzando os braços, encostou-se ao carro de Dean com um sorriso.
“Presumo que o plano não tenha ido à avante. O nosso trabalho aqui está terminado, não Sam?” Disse Dean enquanto sorria para o irmão.
“Sim, acho que sim.”
Sam lançou um olhar nervoso ao irmão e outro a Erunáme. Erunáme evitando qualquer contacto, até mesmo físico, afastou-se dele e caminhou até uma árvore onde se encostou. Máratúre foi até ao pé da irmã e voltou-se para os dois Winchester.
“Então, boa viagem…” Máratúre lançou ao ar com uma gargalhada, voltando-lhes as costas embrenhando-se no meio da floresta. Não se atreveu a olhar para trás nem uma vez, não queria ver a figura desfeita da irmã, pelo menos por agora.
Sam olhou para Dean com súplica. Dean assentiu e foi atrás de Máratúre, enquanto Sam avançou até Erunáme que fintava o chão com um olhar de ódio.
Uma mão segurou Máratúre por um braço, impedindo-a de avançar.
“Achavas que eu te deixava ir?” Veio a voz de Dean ao seu ouvido.
“Não, sou eu que te estou a deixar ir.” Máratúre não se voltou para trás, não o queria encarar.
“Vais deixar que eles se separem?” Voltou Dean a sussurrar. Máratúre olhou para Erunáme e Sam, ambos se abraçavam fortemente, não querendo ser separados.
Dean não obteve resposta. Mas tinha de salvar a situação a qualquer custo.
“Sabes… No nosso trabalho davam jeito duas satânicas…”
“WICKAS!” Gritou Sam.
“Cala-te! Então o que me dizes? Vens connosco? Ou vais obrigar a tua irmã a decidir entre ti o Sam?” Dean largou o braço dela e olhou para outro lado, receando que as emoções que cobriam o seu olhar o levassem a dar parte de fraco.
Máratúre não sabia o que dizer. Mas também não estava para ver a sua irmã resumir-se à sombra que em tempos tinha sido. Voltando-se para Erunáme disse.
“Eru, vamos para casa e arruma as tuas coisas, parece que vamos de viagem.” Mas Máratúre sabia que no fundo o que a levou a acompanha-los foi Dean.

Amor para além do além (Ruki/Takanori)

Esta também foi escrita para o concurso da escola... Estou indecisa, sobre qual levar...

Mais uma vez Takanori a tentou abraçar, o seu corpo nu, contra a roupa perfeitamente engomada dela, tentando-a impedir de ir trabalhar. Ele ainda não estava satisfeito e as saudades ainda não tinham desaparecido.
“Takanori tenho de ir trabalhar, já levamos a noite toda nisto.”
“Eu estive muito tempo fora… senti a tua falta.”
Ela olhou-o de soslaio, ela amava-o, mas sentia que ele apenas a queria para seu prazer.
“Tu amas-me ou é apenas pelo contacto físico?”
Aquela pergunta apanhou-o desprevenido. Deixando os seus braços cair a seu lado, ele não foi capaz de encontrar as palavras necessárias para lhe responder.
Sentindo-se atraiçoada, ela saiu de casa enquanto dizia as suas últimas palavras sem olhar para trás.
“Então acho que não há mais nada para falar entre nós.”
Takanori viu-a sair de casa, sentindo-se impotente e ferido pelas duras palavras proferidas pelos lábios que ele tanto amava.
“Amo-te mais do que todas as palavras o poderiam descrever…”
Vestindo-se e apanhando as suas chaves, Takanori saiu de casa cabisbaixo não tomando atenção ao rumo que tomava.
***
Ela estava a meio de um reunião quando o seu telefone tocou. Ela sabia que Akira não lhe telefonaria se não fosse algo importante. Pedindo licença saiu da sala e atendeu a chamada, mas sentindo algum receio ao o fazer.
“Akira, estava a meio de uma reunião! O que se passa?”
“O… O Takanori foi atropelado… Ele… Ele não resistiu…”
O telemóvel caiu de suas mãos e encostando-se à parede, deixou-se cair no chão.
As lágrimas corriam-lhe pela face e os soluços tornavam a sua respiração mais complicada, não poderia ser verdade. Nunca se sentira tão arrependida e sozinha.
Ganhando forças, ela levantou-se e foi para casa. Nunca antes a sua casa lhe tinha parecido tão vazia, tão sem vida. Caminhando até à cozinha, retirou um faca da gaveta e cortou os pulsos, esvaindo-se em sangue. Se já não podiam estar juntos nesta vida, decerto que estariam juntos no além.

Amor à primeira vista (Gackt)

Isto foi algo que escrevi para o concurso da escola... Uma história de amor apenas com uma página... muito pouco, na minha opinião... Enfim... Aqui vai....

Gackt sempre afirmou que se encontrasse a mulher dos seus sonhos a beijaria, mesmo que essa fosse a primeira vez que os seus olhos repousassem nela.
Ele era um homem com uma carreira multifacetada, cantor, actor, modelo e compositor.
Era já noite no grande estádio, milhares de fãs vibravam com a excitação de o ver em acção.
Todas as pessoas gritaram em êxtase quando ele entrou em palco. Os seus olhos percorreram a multidão que se estendia diante de si. Ele estava habituado; habituado a ser adorado e venerado, mas isso era algo que não estava a acontecer exactamente. Algo capturou a sua atenção, algo não, alguém. Por entre os estridentes fãs, na primeira fila, encontrava-se uma rapariga que ali não se enquadrava. A expressão dela era claramente aborrecida, como se ali não quisesse estar, fixando assim o seu olhar no chão.
Gackt reparou então na outra rapariga ao lado dela, que a puxava por um braço enquanto apontava para ele.
Arrancando finalmente os olhos do chão com uma expressão de profundo desagrado, a rapariga olhou para ele, fazendo com que o coração dele parasse por momentos.
Quando os olhos de ambos se conectaram, Gackt deu por si a caminhar até à borda do palco. Fazendo algumas fintas, ele esquivou-se dos seguranças e chegou junto à grade, ficando frente a frente àquela hipnotizante rapariga.
As mãos dos seus fãs acariciavam e puxavam-no, mas os seus olhos permaneceram fixos naquele misterioso olhar.
Tomando iniciativa e passando uma mão por detrás do pescoço dela, ele puxou-a para si, onde ambos partilharam um ardente e eloquente beijo. Gackt olhou para ela, a face de ambos corada. E Gackt soube que naquele momento, toda aquela situação havia sido amor à primeira vista, mas não só da sua parte. Ele soube que era correspondido, pelo grande amor da sua vida.

The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest… (Edward Cullen One-Shot)

Your Point Of View

It was late night, a winter cold wind, passing trough your long dark hair.
You stood there in the middle of the parking lot of the school, looking around. Moving your hair out of your sight, you sighed deeply.
“How could I’ve lost it?”
It had been a long day, and after the classes you had drove home, planning for a relaxing, hot bath, but you couldn’t get in your house. Sadly you had lost your key.
There was no avail, you couldn’t find it. You had walked around the places were you had been, but nothing. How would you get in your house if you didn’t have the key? Break a window? That was out of option. Why did your parents have to travel now? You could drive down to La Push, and ask Sam for help, but he would only laugh on your face. Nice cousin you had, he always laughed at your misfortune.
Sighing you sat down on the cold steps of the school. Looking at the night clouded sky you felt a droplet of water fall into your nose. Not wanting to get drenched and catch a cold, you hurried back to where your car would be parked, taking out the keys of your pocket while walking. When you were approaching it you noticed that someone was leaning on your car, but you couldn’t see very well who it was, the lack of light was evident.
“Hum… Excuse me is there something I can help you with?” As soon as you said those words, you came face to face with Edward Cullen. This boy intrigued you. In the first semester he didn’t say a word to you, and now he was after you, going everywhere you went. Meaning of this, he looked like he was stalking you, only letting you go to the bath room and home of course. He was always asking weird questions, questions those that were about your family, more precisely your origins. Wolves were your answers. Unknown to you the reason why, being a descendent from the Quileute, seemed fascinating to him, but boring to you.
It didn’t annoy you that much, after all you enjoyed his company, maybe a little more then you should, meaning of this, you really liked him.
His family was a different case, they tried to keep their distance from you, and you could notice that they wanted Edward to do the same.
“Actually I think I’m the one that can help you Alyssa.” He said with his crooked smile while twirling a key with his long fingers.
The rain was pouring with more strength now, droplets were soaking into your clothes, making you feel itchy. It seemed indifferent to him, he was just staring at you still twirling the key.
“And how is that?” Your voice to him was kind and friendly, as always. His perfect face became lighted with his original smile, the one that dazzled you to no end.
“Isn’t it this that you are looking for?” He said extending his hand to you, with the key on his palm. Your key, the one you had been looking for, who knows how long.


Alice’s Point Of View

You run into the living room looking for Carlisle, but only found Esme and Jasper.
“Esme! Where is Carlisle?!”
“Calm down sweet, he is still working… Is something the matter?”
You grabbed your cell phone and dialled Carlisle’s number not giving her an answer. It took him a bit to pickup.
“Alice, what is it?”
“I can’t see Edward in my visions and he is not at home, Carlisle I think he is with her again!” Jasper could feel your uneasiness. Using his capability, he tried to calm you down.
Esme clasped her hands on her mouth.
“Oh dear… Does he know how dangerous it is for him?” Esme breathed.
“Not only for him, but for all of us.” Jasper calmly said, still looking at you.
You knew about Edward’s liking to the girl, but that for him was forbidden.
“Alice, get the others, you need to find them quickly, or else…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence. You clasped you phone shut and screamed Rosalie’s name. She came running to the living room followed by Emmett.
“What is it?” She said in an annoyed tone.
“We need to find Edward, he is with her.” The emphasis on ‘her’ said it all.
“Shit we have to go!” Emmett snapped and hushed out the door.
“Where should we look for them?” Rosalie gracefully walked to the door with you and Jasper following.
“Last time I saw him, we were still at school. Maybe he is still there?”
“At this time Jasper!? I don’t think so.”
“No, no. He is right, maybe he is there, but we should separate, I’ll go to the school with Jasper, Rosalie go with Emmett and try to find his sent.” You said when you all came face to face with Emmett, that had a confused look in his face.
“Where should we look for him?” You had to laugh, even in this situation.
“Rosalie will explain you, come Jasper.”
Both of you were running at fast speed to the school, you just hoped you were right.
“I know why Edward wants to be so much with her…” You looked at Jasper, he was running right beside you.
“Why?”
“He is intrigued because none of our ‘special abilities’ works with her, meaning of which, he doesn’t know what she thinks…” You cut him, realising what he was about to say.
“And being as he is, he is curious abut her and wants her to tell him everything.”
“You know that, that will make them closer, eventually…”
“Fall in love. Edward already likes her… I can feel it… But I don’t know about her…”
“We just have to stop them, stop them before…”
“I know Jasper… I know…”
You fastened your pace if even possible, you knew what could happen if Edward stayed – alone – for too long near Alyssa Johnson.


Your Point Of View

You extended your hand to grab the key. As soon as you touched his cold hand, it wrapped around yours. Looking up at him, his golden eyes seemed to glint in the dark. Your heart seemed to beat faster when he shoot you a smile, his signature, his perfect crooked smile.
“You know… I’ve… Taken a liking… I mean, I like you…” The way he struggled out his words didn’t seem like him, like he was afraid to say them.
“I like you too Edward, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here talking with you, or the other times…” He pulled your hand to his chest, and approached his face to yours.
“I don’t mean it that way… You know… I like you more then what I should… I’ve… fallen in love with you Alyssa, non other then you…” You could feel the heat in your face rise, as you looked at him in shock.
“I… I… Edward…” Was the only think you could say. Your mind didn’t seem to work properly, to much information.
“Shhh, don’t be nervous... Just let me… Try one thing…” He still had your hand on his chest, as the other travelled to your face, and pulled you closer to him. His eyes seemed to get darker, but for you, your vision was failing – maybe you were seeing things – with your breath. Your breathing was getting caught in your throat. He let go of your hand and put his arm around your waist, pulling you close, crashing both of your chests. That’s what it took, for him to catch your lips with his. They were so cold, but yet smooth. You had seen it coming, but yet you couldn’t bring yourself to respond to his kiss. The grip on your waist seemed to become tighter and you gripped his shirt and started to respond. He started to caress your face with his thumb. This kiss was something like you never had before, but you couldn’t enjoy it at full, because someone had to interrupt it.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ALYSSA?!”
Letting go of Edward and taking a few steps back you searched in the shadows for the owner of the voice, you knew pretty well to whom it belonged, Sam.
“I…” What could you say? It seemed to dumb to say that you’ve been kissing while he saw it all.
“I call you at home, you don’t pick up, I go there worried out of my mind and you’re not there, I thought that… that something had happened to you… But I guess that I wasn’t wrong. There you are, kissing that blood-sucker!” His voice was lower, but it still showed the anger in it. He was coming out of the shadows, but he wasn’t alone, with him were Paul and Jared.
At the sight of the three of them Edward walked in front of you, like as if protecting you, but your mind wasn’t there right now, what had Sam called Edward? Blood-sucker? Why?
You came back to yourself hearing Edward’s soft voice, but with some threat on it.
“What do you intend to do? Hurt her? I won’t allow it.”
“Get away from her, don’t touch her.” Sam was getting angrier second by second. Instinct or not, you crossed your arms around Edwards chest and buried your face on his back, he tensed for a moment but soon relaxed.
“ALYSSA GET AWAY FROM HIM!”
“No… I don’t want to…” You almost whispered tightening your grip on Edward.
It happened so fast, Edward pushed you away, you falling on the ground hurting your back. You closed your eyes, but regret opening them. Before you stood Edward fallen on the floor with a big black wolf on top of him, struggling to take it off of him, and you couldn’t see Sam anymore. Edward finally pushed the wolf of and quickly take a crouched position. What surprised you the most was Paul and Jared turn into wolves. Did that mean that the other was Sam? Your cousin was a wolf? A werewolf? And what he had called Edward earlier, blood-sucker? A… a vampire?! This was too much for your head.
“Sam, stop it, you’ll end it hurting her!” Edward hissed at the big black wolf, that bared his teeth and leaped forward, then from nowhere Alice and Jasper jumped in front of Edward.
“We are too late Jasper!”
“Edward take Alyssa out of here!” Jasper yelled. In a flash Edward had you on his arms, and the black wolf was running to both of you.
“SAM! STOP IT!” But your screams weren’t enough to stop him, he leaped forward and Edward tried to throw you again, but you didn’t let go of his neck.
Sam jaws were wide open among with his eyes. He couldn’t stop now, he had been hopping that Edward would put you away, but no. He was too late.
All you could feel were teeth sink onto your skin and the pain, pain that was so intense that your body went numb. Your scream echoed trough the empty park lot among with a painful howl.
Even if it was a scream, to you it barely sounded more than a whisper. Your vision was a blur. You barely felt being lain down on the floor and the cold hands on yours didn’t felt that cold to you.
“Alyssa, Alyssa! Look at me! Don’t close your eyes, try to stay awake!” You wished you could do as Edward pleaded, but the heavy on your eyelids was getting stronger. Another howl crossed your ears, and something wet brushed your face. Slowly turning your head to the side you saw Sam on his wolf form, whining. A tear trickled down your face.
“I’m… sorry… I couldn’t let you both… get hurt…” You struggled to say, the grip that Edward had on your hands became tighter.
“I’m… going to… die…”
“Don’t say that, I won’t let that happen, Alice is calling Carlisle, he is coming, and he’ll fix you.” Sam wouldn’t stop whining, and Paul and Jared started to retreat.
Alice put a hand on Edward’s shoulder.
“I don’t think he’ll make it in time. Her wound is too deep and she is losing too much blood, Jasper had to leave and I’ve to do the same, and you can’t resist her blood much longer...” Sam growled and you shivered, the pain was getting worst, if it was even possible.
“Sam…” Sam looked up at Edward and narrowed his eyes.
“Or I turn her into a vampire or she dies, I can’t let her die, we only have one option.” Another growl was heard before everything went dark.

***

If you thought that the pain you had felt when Sam bitten you was big, this one was insane. It wasn’t compared, every inch of your body seemed to be on fire, and you couldn’t do anything about it. Your screams echoed trough the walls. The pain was so much that you barely could breath, every strength was leaving your body. Only one thing stood by you, well not a thing, a person. Edward, he had been with you, during these past days, were you would toss around the bed and he prevented you from falling. Saying comforting words to you that soon everything would end.
It ended, but you were completely different. Your body was like frozen, but you were still able to be alive, well, in some way. You were now like Edward, a vampire. But one thing was wrong to you. Weren’t you a descendent from wolves? Shouldn’t their poison not transform you? All those questions were left unanswered, because none of the Cullen’s could understand why.

***

You were in a room at the Cullen’s house. They wouldn’t let you go back to your home, neither did they let Sam come see you. You were so frustrated that you were throwing things at the walls. Edward came running trying to stop you. His arms wrapped around yours, your back facing his chest. His calm, velvet voice, echoing in your ear, his breath trickling your neck.
“Calm down… What’s the matter?” Even if you were a vampire now, he couldn’t read your thoughts. He and the rest of the Cullen’s had explained you all that they knew about the vampires, and the werewolves. That still confused you, why didn’t Sam ever tell you anything about this? You only knew the old legends about the Quileute, but never knew that they were true.
“I just… I want to see Sam…”
“You can’t… vampires and werewolves don’t mix. In the situation that you are now you would attack him, or try to drink his blood.” Why did he have to be right? Truth can be so cruel.
“Well… Then let me call him… If I can’t see him, at least I want to talk with him.” He turned you face to face, looking at you with loving eyes.
“Of course.” He pecked your lips and handed you his cell phone.
“Do you know his number?”
“Yes, he made me call him every night – since my parents went to travel – to know if I was fine. That’s how he… went searching for me the other night… I didn’t call him, he got worried.” You felt bad, that your cousin worried so much about you, but the pain that he was feeling – from hurting you – must be tearing him apart. Edward noticed your sudden change of expression, and came to you with a hug.
“He was trying to protect you, even if he ended being the one to hurt you, I understand him. And you have to tell him that it’s not his fault.”“I know.” He kissed your forehead and left you alone to call Sam. It didn’t take much for him to pick up, as if he had been standing all the time next to the phone.
“Yes?”
“Sam, it’s me, Alyssa…” He didn’t give you time to say nothing else. He was talking so fast, as if you were going to vanish.
“Look Alyssa, I’m so sorry… I didn’t want to hurt you and now… my own cousin, a leech… I can’t believe it, this is my entire fault... What will we say to your parents?! I’m so sorry!”
“SAM! Calm down! I don’t blame you… You should have told me everything about werewolves and vampires… But still I don’t blame you… as a matter of fact, I thank you. Because of you, I came to know Edwards true nature, among with yours.”
“If I had told you, would you still be him? Would that change anything?”
“No… I love Edward… There is nothing more that I want to be with him… Even if I knew, I still would be with him…”
“… Why are you a leech now? You shouldn’t be one of them…” You sighed, leech hn? If he wasn’t your cousin you would have called him mutt.
“Stop it, don’t call me that… We don’t know… I was hopping that you knew how this was possible… but… I see that even you don’t know…”
“Alyssa, when can I see you? They don’t let me go near you…”
“It’s not a good idea, I want to see you too, but, it would be dangerous… Edward says that we could attack each other… and I don’t want that...”
“Me neither… can we still call each other?”
“Sure, Sam. I’d like that… And don’t blame yourself for this…”
“I’ll try, Alyssa, I’ll try…”
“Send a kiss to Emily… And other for you…”
“Sure, sure…” And with that the line was dead. You sighed and sat on the bed, not that you gave it much use. Edward came again and sat next to you. Passing an arm around your shoulders he pulled you to his chest.
“How did it go?”
“Better then what I thought.”
“Good.” You didn’t have anything to say, unlike Edward that kept talking.
“You know… never expected this to end like this… you, being like me… It’s like a dream… but… I’m glad you’re with me now.” You looked up at him, he was smiling down at you. You had never seen him, so carefree, so happy.
“I guess that you’ll have to be stuck with me forever.” He frowned at your words.
“That is something that I look forward to.” You smiled at him and kissed him that was something that you didn’t get tired of. Feeling his sweet lips on yours. He pulled away and smiled.
“You know… You are my forbidden fruit.”
“Oh yes? Why?”
“Because for me you have the sweetest flavour in the world.” With that last sentence he captured your lips on the sweetest kiss that you had ever shared, but not the last one, for that, you would have an eternity.

THE END

Shut up you mind reader, I deny whatever I want... (Edward Cullen One-shot)

It was a rainy day in Forks. As if this town had ever seen other weather…
I was late for school, again. Well I always was late for school. I never heard my alarm clock ringing in my night stand and I didn’t have anyone to wake me up. Of course I lived alone.
Running trough the corridor I stopped at my locker and took my Biology book. The first subject I had to attend.
Mr. Banner was already going on with the lecture, no one bothered to look up as I entered in the classroom, not that I cared. I was the creepy girl that always dresses in black and likes obscure stuff. I was, as they called, the freaky Goth. Again, as if I cared.
I went to the last row of lab tables, there was my usual seat, of course alone, and I appreciated it. If I wasn’t alone, I wouldn’t have taken my Ipod from my bag. But I was and did. I placed one phone on my ear, covering the wire with my long black hair, and pressed play. Night Eternal, by Moonspell fulfilled my mind.
I felt a pair of eyes on me during all the song. Looking around the classroom, searching for the curious eyes fixed on me, I came eye to eye with the strangest golden eyes. I didn’t know who he was, neither did I care. I returned him the stare, I wasn’t shy to look away when someone stared at me.
‘What the hell is his problem? Yay for contact lenses.’ I thought, and he frowned. But I couldn’t help notice his, flawless face, the design of his lips, and the angle of his nose. His eyebrow seemed to rise slightly as I studied his face. I was brought back by Mr. Banner’s voice.
“Mr. Cullen and Ms. Thorn who is winning the staring contest?” Tearing my eyes from the supposed ‘stare contest’ I looked at my teacher with an expressionless face. I wasn’t going to say anything. I felt ‘Mr Cullen’s’ eyes leave me and pay attention to Mr. Banner as well. Getting no answer from both of us, he continued with his lecture.
I fixed my gaze at the Cullen’s back.
‘What a jerk!’ I saw his back tense, as soon as I finished my thought.
‘What? Can you hear me now pretty boy?’ He turned back to look at me with narrowed eyes. I raised a brow to that.
‘A mind reader?’ I thought mocking his reaction. His eyes widen, and we are called again.
“I’m tired of the games Mr. Cullen and Ms. Thorn. If you have something to talk about do it outside my class. Leave my class now.”
I sighed. As if I cared, this class today was being too weird. Even for me.
I walked out of the classroom, and put my Ipod back in my bag. The Cullen walking behind me in slow pace, I felt his eyesight burning in my back. I glanced behind, he was defiantly looking at me.
‘Good now I’m being stalked.’ I turned in the corridor and went into a different way, he kept moving on. I got to my locker to put my biology book back and take my English one, the next class I would be attending to. When I closed it. My heart jumped, and all my stuff fell from my hands.
If I was surprised by him, grabbing all in a flash, I was even more when he talked.
“I’m not stalking you.” I was wide eyed. I was sure that I had thought about it, not said it.
“You already know why.” I tilted my head to the side. And decided give it an experiment. He gave me a crooked smile.
‘Mind reader? You read minds?’
He nodded. And I laughed.
“Cool!” I talked for the first time.
I could see from his face that he wasn’t expecting me to say that. Was he expecting for me to run afraid of him?
“As a matter of fact, I was expecting that you pass out or run away.”
I raised my eyebrows and laughed. And looked at him in a funny way.
“Well if you can read minds you should know that I’m not that kind of person.”
“I guess not. Here your stuff.”
“Oh thanks.” I reached for my things and brushed slightly my fingers on his. Cold. Was what I felt, as I shivered a bit. His fingers were abnormally cold.
“I know.”
“Ugh, get out of my mind Cullen!”
“It’s Edward.”
“Whatever.” I turned my back to him, and started pacing down the corridor, going for a bit of fresh air. And for my addiction.
I sat in a bench under a tree and pulled a pack of cigarettes from my bag. I light one and closed my eyes in contentment.
“That is bad for your health you know?” My eyes snapped open and I chocked on the smoke. Edward patted my back lightly. And when I could breathe normally again, I looked at him, he sat next to me with that smile of his.
“I told you so.”
“It was your fault. You caught me in surprise.”
“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
“Hahaha funny.” I sat back in the bench.
“Sarcasm… Got to love it.” I shrugged at his words and took my cigarette to my lips.
“So why where you looking at me in the first place? I mean in the class?” I said, letting small puffs of smoke come out of my mouth.
“I found the music you were listening quite interesting. The lyrics, I mean.”
“Was it that loud?”
“No, I’ve keen hearing.”
“Yes, I bet you do… The song was Night eternal… Pretty cool.” I gave him a smile which he returned with his own.
“I can say that it was catchy the part of the blood...”
I nodded and smiled again.
“I see what you mean… Are you fascinated by blood Edward?” He looked surprised at me, but said nothing. My mind was working so fast, trying to figure out what he was, he looked at me expectantly.
“Hum… Shouldn’t you have fangs?” I looked away from him and stared at the cloudy sky. He shifted next to me and took my cigarette and put it of.
“How do you know Erunáme? How do you know that I am a…” I laughed at his uneasiness.
“Vampire? You should know. Can’t you see inside my head?” I laughed again and poked my head. He looked around and came closer to me. Whispering into my ear.
“Aren’t you afraid? I could kill you, you know?”
His velvet voice sent shivers through my spine. Turning my face to him I whispered back.
“Death is not something I should be afraid of, is inevitable. Besides, I find vampires interesting creatures.”
Before he could answer, the bell rang and students started coming out from the building.
“I would like to talk about it… I mean if you want to of course…” I gave him a pleading look. Sure I loved myths about vampires and I had one right in front of me. I searched for a gum on my bag.
He gave me a smirk and stood up. I looked disappointed at him, of course he wouldn’t talk about it with me, a mere human.
“I don’t care if you are human Erunáme. It’s just that I think it’s kind of complicated to talk about it.”
I looked at my feet and putting a gum in my mouth, I stood up as well.
“I understand. Well, I’ll see you around…” I waved goodbye to him, but he caught my hand.
“Wanna ditch school? I don’t know why but I find it hard to deny you something.” He said with a stern look.
I smirked at him and nodded.
‘Good thing you can’t deny me hahaha.’
“So now you make use of it to tease me?”
‘If you keep out of my head, you won’t know.’
“You are a tricky person.”
“No, I just enjoy my privacy.”
“I’ll try my best.” He still had a cold, soft grip in my hand, and pulled me. We walked to the parking lot, with all students looking at us. But I didn’t care, neither seemed he.
‘Wow, you treat yourself good!’
“Please talk, it’s wired answering to your thoughts.”
“Come on… I like your car…” I said in awe, letting go of his hand and walking around the shiny Volvo that stood before me. He got in and opened the door for me from the inside. I spit out my gum and hurried to get inside.
“Please tell me you drive fast.” He smiled.
“You sure talk a lot today. Not that I mind, it’s just unusual.”
I sat in the passenger seat, closed the door and laughed at him.
“It’s not everyday that we know that your favourite creatures exists.”
He turned the engine on and looked at me seriously.
“So now I’m a creature not a person.” I felt the blood run to my face.
“I didn’t… I mean… You…” I looked away from him, with a sigh not knowing what to say. I felt his cold hand on my face, it eased the hot in my cheeks. He turned my face to him.
“Erunáme, I’m just kidding with you. Don’t blush so much, I might drink all of your blood.” I raised an eyebrow at him. Reading my thoughts he let go of my face and grabbed the wheel and drove fast out of the parking lot.
“No, I’m not going to drink your blood, I don’t drink human blood, only animal. And as for your other question. No I won’t turn you into a vampire.”
“Why not? It’s my option.” I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at him like a kid. He was driving fast, but that didn’t make him look at the road, he stared right at me.
“It’s a complicated process, you’ll suffer too much. And I don’t wish it to anyone. You have a choice, I didn’t.”
“You have no idea how many questions I have for you. Really Edward you fascinate me.”
He looked a little smug, superior, at me, with that little smirk of his.
“What? Don’t think that I’m smug! I feel special!”
I laughed with him, I had to, he was funny.
“You are funny too, when you let people talk with you.”
“Stop reading my mind… Please…”
“You know I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Other? Don’t tell me you run down the streets at night naked.” I laughed at the image of him running naked, but regret it. He stared at me, serious.
“Erunáme… Don’t tease me… Besides I look better then that.” The seriousness of his face turned into a grin. I blushed. But I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t stop imagining him now. And he laughed, as if it was nothing, looking at the road. The absurd is that I laughed with him, still ashamed, but I wouldn’t stop. His laugher was getting higher.
“Shut up, what was the other secret?”
He said nothing… The smartass. He chuckled.
“Ok, Edward, you can speak, what was the other secret?”
“We were talking about you. That you don’t let people talk to you… I wanted to talk with you before… but you would vanish. I don’t know how, I just couldn’t find you, even by your scent. But now I know why.”
I gave him a questioning look.
“You always smoke when you leave the classes. That changes your scent a bit. I noticed that when you were smoking earlier.”
“You are a stalker!” I looked at him trying not to laugh, but failed miserably.
“I just wanted to talk with you. I don’t know why, I just… find you interesting.”
“Hum… thanks.” He nodded in acknowledgement and stopped the car near the forest. We got out and I looked around.
“What are we doing here?”
“I’ll show you what I can do. So do you want me to?”
I looked sceptical at him, one hand in my hip and head tilted to the side.
“Why did I even mind ask…” He walked to me and grabbed my upper arm and put me on his back.
“Grab onto me.” Needing no more words I held onto his neck and wrapped my legs on his waist. As soon as I was safe, he took of running trough the forest. My grip on him became tighter and I pressed my face on the crook of his neck, he tensed slightly and I let go a little bit.
“I won’t let you fall.” I couldn’t talk, all I could do was thinking and barely.
‘I hope not.’ He laughed and went even faster.
Some minutes passed, I didn’t know how much, I was only hoping that he didn’t hit a tree or something. He stopped and I sighed.
“You can open your eyes now Erunáme.”
“Call me Eru.” I whispered trying to open my eyes. I wish I didn’t. Dizziness invaded me, I let go of him, to let myself fall on the ground. And I would have fallen if he didn’t grab my legs.
He slowly put me down and I sat on the grassy ground. With eyes closed again, I was felling like I would throw up.
He sat next to me and laughed.
“Too fast for you I suppose.”
“Shut up.” I grumbled. He made me lay down on the grass, and placed his cold hands on each side of my face. I sighed, content, it felt better. My head had stopped spinning. Opening my eyes, I didn’t realize how close he was to my face. Blood rushed to my face, but his cold hands helped a little.
We stared into each others eyes for a while. He seemed to come closer. My head seemed to get more buried into the ground, I was avoiding him.
Noticing and reading my mind, that I didn’t wanted him to kiss me, he backed away with a small apology.
“Not your fault. It’s just that…” Good, now I felt bad.
“Yeah… You barely know me.”
He stood up and gave me his back.
“Ask me… Ask me all you want.” I sat up and looked around, noticing now that we were in some kind of clearing, a meadow, different kinds of wildflowers adorned the ground, in different colours, it was beautiful, but now my curiosity was getting the best of me to give this place the deserved attention. I directed my gaze to his back, he was facing up the clouded sky, the sun fighting to make his way trough them.
“I don’t know where to start, tell me how many vampires are here in Forks…”
He was fast in his responses, like he didn’t want to waste a minute.
“Me and my family, I mean adopted family. My father Carlisle, the one that turned me into a vampire, my mother Esme, my sisters Alice and Rosalie and my brothers, Jasper and Emmet.”
“Since when have you been a vampire?”
“Since I was seventeen, in 1918. I was going to die and Carlisle turned me.”
I had nothing else to ask from the moment he said he was a vampire since 1918. That would make him 107?!
“Yes, Eru, I’m 107 years old.”
“You’re too old.” He looked back at me noticing my smile. I bet he was freaking out before. He sat next to me again.
“Sure I wasn’t expecting you to take this lightly.”
“Edward I believe in lot of things that no one believes. As I told you, vampires fascinate me. I was expecting you to be old. Just not this old, I mean because of your appearance and all.”
“From the moment you are bitten, your body freeze. Everything. You don’t sleep, you don’t eat, you don’t drink, you don’t even have to breathe.”
“God I didn’t know it was so cool!” He sadly smiled.
“It’s not as good as you make it look like.”
“Tsk. Whatever, come on, bite me.” I offered him my neck, just teasing. He traced his fingertips across my neck and approached slowly, his nose, toughing lightly my neck. My breathing came faster when his lips kissed lightly my skin. My heart looked like it was coming out of my chest. He continued kissing my neck, but not biting.
When he talked his voice was barely above one whisper.
“You really think I would bite you Eru?”
“Why not?” My voice was even lower than his.
“Because I don’t know if I was able to stop drinking your blood, it’s been decades since I drank human blood.” He was still against my neck, but I didn’t push him away, I didn’t wanted to. I felt him smirk against my skin, he and his mind reading.
“So now you don’t deny? Is it because you know me a little more? … I bet your attraction for vampires help…” his voice was so low, that it was hard to listen, but there was a hint of smugness on it. My eyes were closing and I was leaning to his cold touch. It felt good, because, my body seemed to burst into fire.
“Just shut up…” My voice was getting so low, but he could hear it.
“Why don’t you make me.” His lips were leaving trails of kisses up my neck, jaw, cheek, approximating my lips. In spite of his cold lips, the spots were he kissed were left in flames.
When he got to the lips he stopped. My eyes opened and tried to adjust to the bright sun that was burning my eyesight. Or not, it wasn’t the sun that was sparkling this much, sure the sun had made his way trough the clouds, but what was glistening was Edward. Like he had thousands of tiny diamonds incrusted in his skin. He looked so appealing, so desirable.
His crooked smile adorned his face.
‘Other vampire treat?’ I thought. He just nodded and layed me once again in the soft grass. He put one hand on the ground to steady himself and the other on my waist. He started kissing my neck again and I closed my eyes in pure bliss. Once again he made his way up to my lips, but this time he didn’t stop. He crashed his, cold lips against my warm ones. We kissed slowly, having all the time in the world, but at the same time with some roughness. I had to break the kiss. I had to breath he didn’t, but for me that was vital.
As I tried to catch my breath I noticed his eyes were a little darker, more blackish.
“Excitement makes me feel a little bit thirsty.” He smiled. And caressed my face it his fingertips.
“But not something intolerable.”
“Good to know that. How do you satiate your thirst?”
He bent down again and pecked me on the lips.
“Has I've told you, I don’t drink human blood. So I hunt animals and drink their blood. Not good as human, but still helps.”
It was kind of weird, but what was weird in my vocabulary.
He kissed my cheek and sighed, breathing in my scent. He laid beside me and propped on one elbow looking at me, with his hand still on my waist.
“You sure take this lightly. I was expecting you to put a little more fight in the matter.”
“Disappointed?”
“No. Relived.”
I brought his hand in front of my eyes, and studied the shining of his skin.
“Tell me about your family. Do they read minds like you?”
“No, but some of them have abilities like me, just not the same.”
“Like what?” He entwined his fingers with mine and looked at them in the glistening sun.
“Well, Alice can see some parts of the future… Jasper can feel and control emotions… And I read minds, as you already know.”
“And the others?”
“They are normal, for a vampire I mean.”
“Your brothers and sisters are in school to aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“We should go; they’ll notice your absence.” I didn’t wanted to go, but his family would notice his absence otherwise, I would have stayed quiet enjoying his lips and his touch.
“Now you enjoy my lips? Earlier you avoided them.” I pouched him lightly on the shoulder.
“So what?! I was wrong… Still your family will notice that you aren’t in school.”
“Alice sees the future, by now she knows I’m with you.”
“But still, we should.” He pecked my lips and stood up, offering me his icy hand.
“Ready, for the return?”
“You know I’m not.” I got on his back again and prepared myself mentally for the way back to the car.
This time it seemed easier. Good for me. He put me down and I sighed. He chuckled and walked to the car, with me behind him.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Again?”
“You don’t complain. Besides I like when you shut me up.” I turned him around and pulled him by the collar of his shirt.
“Oh yeah?” I whispered. His eyes seemed hypnotizing, dazzling. He was so close that I could almost taste his lips on mine.
“Yeah.” He closed his eyes waiting for me to kiss him. I was almost kissing him, but at the last second I changed my mind even him couldn’t understand it so fast. I turned my back on him and walked away. It didn’t last long until, he was beside me. His cold grip on my wrist made me turn face to face with him. His eyes pleading.
“Don’t deny me again.” I didn’t have the time to answer. He came down and crashed his lips on mine. His arm went around my waist and the hand that he had around my wrist went to my face, caressing it softly. My hands travelled up on his chest, and his face. One stopping on his cold cheek and the other knotting itself on his bronzed hair, pulling him closer. Once again I had to break the kiss, breathing was getting a problem to me. He laughed.
“We have all the time in the world.” He said caressing my cheek.
“And to think that I just meet you.” I said embarrassed. It was true, but I just couldn’t resist him, who would? I don’t even know how I didn’t noticed him before.
“Too caught up in your fantasy world.” He said poking my head softly.
“Yeah I guess I was Mister-Mind-Reader.”
“You have an interesting mind… You usually don’t think of banal stuff. It’s rare to find a person like that.” I felt the blush get warmer, well being complimented by such a sexy guy, that didn’t happen everyday.
He pulled me more to him and buried his face on my hair.
“Don’t tease me Eru… I need to control myself, I could crush you with a movement of my hand.”
I took his face in my hands and looked him, in his now darkened eyes.
“How hard is this for you? How hard is it, for you to be in control?”
He tried to avoid my gaze, but I tried to have a firm hold on his face.
“Edward, how much?”
“When you look at me, with interest, fascination. It’s almost unbearable. It’s hard to not have you in my way, but that would hurt you. And I have to be strong and behave myself.”
I got way from him. I didn’t wanted him to suffer because of me. He made a move to grab my hand but I jerked it away.
“Maybe this was a bad idea…”
“You know that you really don’t want that.”
“Whatever Edward! It’s not about what I want, it’s about your well being.”
‘Shit I crush to fast.’ He gave me a funny look.
“Crush? I was hoping you to fall in love for me…”
“That is hard to happen, I’ve never fallen before, as a matter of fact I never crushed anyone before…”
He came to me again, holding both of my hands.
“I feel special.” He gave me his crooked smile, and kissed my cheek.
“You are special, that’s why I don’t want you to suffer, because of me.” He hugged me and buried his face again on my hair.
“I’m willing to make an effort for you. Just don’t deny me.”
“You and the denial! Quit that! Let’s go back…”
I released him, and waited for him to unlock the car, but I still heard him mumble.
“Talk about mood swings.” I ignored him. We both got in the car. I pulled my Ipod from my bag concentrated and on the lyrics of the songs, avoiding thinking, I knew he would peek on my head.
The trip back was silent and in a few minutes we where back in school. As soon as he stopped the car, I stormed out of the car, not giving him the time to say anything.
The parking lot was empty of course, the other students should be in classes. I had no mood to attend to the rest of the school today. I walked to my car, grabbing a cigarette on the way there.
“I told you that, that is bad for your health.” He was already standing in front of the door of my car arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Whatever. Let me pass.”
I shoved him of my way, or at least I tried to, but he got a grip on both of my wrists, hurting.
“Stop that! Edward you are hurting me!” I hissed through gritted teeth. He let go of me like I was fire burning trough his hands.
“I’m sorry…” He was trembling? His eyes were coal black, I never saw them like that. I raised a hand to touch him, but he walked away from me.
“Edward!” he didn’t glance behind, got in the car and drove like a maniac.
“Shit, nice going Eru nice going.” I whispered to myself with a sigh and got in my car to drive home.
The trip was hard, I couldn’t concentrate on the road. As soon as I reached my street I sighed in relieve.
After parking the car on the front of the house I walked in, darkness greeting me. I went to my room drooped my bag on the ground and layed on the bed, not caring to change my clothes.
“I’m so stupid.” Tears fell from my face, how could I fell so attracted to someone that I barely knew? This was new for me, I liked him and I was already hurting him. More tears fell from my eyes and I cried until sleep consumed me.
It was cold in my room, I woke up in the middle of the night, felling extremely cold. I felt an arm around my waist and a hand caressing my hair. Fluttering my eyelashes, I slowly opened my eyes. To come face to face, with the most beautiful vision. Edward looking down at me with loving golden eyes.
I don’t know what came over me, and this wasn’t me at all. I embraced him and buried my face in his chest.
“I’m so sorry Edward.” My voice was muffled by his shirt. He kissed my hair and resumed returning me the hug.
I was still waiting for him to talk, but he didn’t. I looked up at him, he seemed thoughtful.
“I should be the one apologising, not you… I almost lost my control, I almost hurt you badly. I had to go hunting, to satiate the thirst that came over me. I had to leave you otherwise I could have attacked you.” He took one of my wrists and exanimate it on the moonlight. There was a light bruise on it.
“I hurt you… I’m so sorry Eru… I wanted the things between us to go so fast… I almost didn’t cared for your feelings.” I took my wrist from his grip and caressed his face.
“I should’ve had more patience… This is new for me… And the fast that things went… I admit is a little scaring, but I can’t deny that I feel something for you.” I said barely above a whisper. He gave me a sly grin.
“I already knew that, that’s why I said that I almost didn’t cared for your feelings. It’s just…”
He sat up pulling me with him, and took my face in his hands.
“I’ve never felt this for anyone, this is new to me too. And I just want to enjoy all the time I can get with you. Forever.”
“I won’t last forever, you know that. I want to stay with you, but in this… condition, it’s hard to keep up with you…”
“I know…” He kissed me passionately, taking my breath with him. I broke the kiss, he wasn’t done with his speech. I just wanted the problems to be solved.
“But I’m willing to make you stay with me forever, just give me some time… To gain better control on myself so that you can be safer.”
I nodded and kissed his neck, travelling my way up to his lips. He laid me back down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. Even with his cold temperature, my body was warming up quickly. I parted my lips softly, and he followed my lead. Our tongues were entrancing each other, fighting for dominance. Obviously he won. I needed air, he accomplished my need, but his lips never left my skin, he placed butterfly kisses on my cheek, neck, working his way down, to the neckline of my shirt. His hands on both of my hips, gripping them softly. I placed my hands on his head, and we both stopped.
“Too fast…” I breathed.
“I know, and I don’t want to hurt you”
I nodded in agreement.
“When I get enough control on myself. You won’t deny me. Will you?” I gave him a teasing smile.
“Yes I will.” He shot me his crooked smile that could melt glaciers, and went up to whisper in my ear.
“No you won’t, and we both know that.” Smirking I whispered back.
“Shut up and kiss me, mind reader.”



THE END

Who the heck is that? (Sasuke Uchiha One-shot lemon – Naruto Shippuuden)

Naruto’s Point of view

I was coming back from another rescue mission. We were still searching for Sasuke. I had to bring him back to our village, to his friends. To his girlfriend. Well not anymore... He left her. While Sasuke was here he was dating with my sister, Erunáme. We are only half-brothers. She is older than me, three years, which makes her 18. She’s very strong, too strong for her own good, I’ve never saw her cry since he left. I always thought that she would leave us to join some evil organization, like Akatsuki. She has a very twisted mind. Maybe that’s why Sasuke looked at her in a different way. She never was a fangirl. She wasn’t annoying. A pretty person to talk with. Always has something to say and speaks her mind, whether they like it or not.
I always thought that she was a little old for him, but I never had an opinion on this matter.
I finally arrived home. I was going to see my sister again.

Erunáme’s point of view

This was tearing me apart, I couldn’t help it. I let out a moan (You weren’t expecting this were you?).
He smirked and continued nibbling on my ear, neck and occasionally my lips. We were laying in my bed, almost naked, I only had my pants and panties and he was already in his boxers.
“Come oooon… Naruto must be arriving from his mission, I don’t want him to catch us like this.”
“I don’t care.” He said continuing kissing between my breasts while massaging them. I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled him up, face to face.
“I care, please stop, I want this as much as you but we can’t get caught.” I said giving him a pleading look. He sighed, and kissed me softly on the lips.
“You owe me. And you know what I want.” He said smirking.
“I’ll be glad to pay my debt, but now get up!”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
Soon both of us were dressed, and sharing our last kisses.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you too. Come back to me.”
“Next week I’ll be back, and then you can pay your debt.”
I looked at him with a sexy smile.
“I intend to.”
We kissed passionately, I licked his bottom lip, as asking for entrance, he parted his lips, but before I could do anything his tongue assaulted my mouth in a furious French kiss. I heard the front door open we broke the kiss and hugged quickly.
He jumped through the window.
“I’ll miss you.” My words lingering in the air. He was already gone leaving my heart tight. I was already missing him, how was I supposed to go through an entire week?

***

“Erunáme-oneesan (Older Sister)!” I sighed.
“Couldn’t you come later?” I murmured, feeling instantly guilty for wanting to see my ototo (Younger Brother) on his back.
“Hai (Yes)! I’m coming!” I walked to the kitchen were I supposed he should be. I mean he’s been away for days, how could he leave without ramen?
Of course I was right. He was tapping his foot impatiently waiting for his microwave ramen be cooked.
“Hey kid. How are you?” I said leaning on the counter crossing my arms over my chest. He pouted, he hated that I called him kid.
“I’m not a kid, and I’m good. You?”
“Managing. So how was the mission? Did you find Sasuke?”
Pling!
“RAMEN!!!!” He doesn’t even wait a bit, starts chewing his ramen down. I raised my eyebrow, and sighted.
“So did you or did you not find Sasuke?”
“You still miss him don’t you oneesan?”
“No I don’t.”
“I can tell, it’s in your eyes. And no we didn’t found him.”
“Of course you didn’t he was-…” I cut myself.
“He was what?”
“What? I didn’t say anything.”
“Yes you did.”
“Whatever.”
Naruto sighed, he could never win an argument with me, I would cut it right off.
“Anyway, Neji thinks he saw him, but wasn’t sure.”
“Saw him? How?” I was growing impatient.
“He had byakugan activated and was searching the area. He thought that he saw Sasuke heading towards Konoha.”
“When?”
“Yesrtrday!” He almost choked, and I punched is back.
“Swallow.”
“Yesterday. If you don’t miss him why so many questions?”
“I’m just curious.”
“Me too.”
“You are curious? Why is that?”
He nodded swallowing again his ramen.
“Why would Sasuke come back to Konoha?”
“I… I... don’t know, maybe he’s after Sakura.”
“THAT BASTERD!!!! SAKURA WILL BE MINE!”
“Whatever you say kid.” And I left him with his ramen.
I sighted. ‘So Sasuke as been seen hun? Great, just great.’ I walked back to my room, it was all messed up from the fun I previously had. I proceeded to put all in the right place and went for a shower.


Unknown Point Of View

I’ve been running the past couple of hours. The distance was big, but it was something I had to do. I had to be with her, see her, hear her, touch her, feel her lips against mine, and… other stuff (We have here a pervy guy! Ok, Ok, I’m the perverted one, bare with me.). I only could see her once in a week, it was painful. And I knew that the distance was hurting her as well. ‘One day Erunáme, one day we can be together, no more distances, no more hiding, no more fear.’.

~~~Fast Forward – Next Week~~~

Erunáme’s Point Of View

‘Finally! Finally! F… FUCK!!!!!!! Shit shit shit SHIT! Awwww men… Why didn’t Tsunade-sama sent Naruto on a mission, this will be more complicated than I though. How can I be with him if Naruto is at home?!’ I was walking around my room trying to think on a solution. Naruto never knew that I had a boyfriend, and I pretended keep it that way. He would freak out. He would keep trying to protect me and that only would fuck up my relationship. It was the same when he (Sasuke) was here. Naruto would be over protective, like he was my father. Now I really wished that he was on a mission, leaving me alone. Little did I know what was coming up. My head was at full speed, what could I do?

“Oneesan!” He called from the hall.
“WHAT!!!!!!!!” I snapped.
“What did I do?” I opened the door of my room to find him staring in my direction with puppy eyes.
“Grrr. Sorry, I’m stressed. What do you want?”
“Why are you stressed about?”
“You have nothing to do with it.” He continued giving me that puppy look. I sighed.
“Kid, you should already know that, that look doesn’t affect me. Now what do you want?”
“Well I wanted to warn you that I’m leaving to Neji’s in ten minutes. I’ll be spending the night at his house, with the guys. We are working on a plan to bring Sasuke back.”
“Hn. Good luck with that.” I said sarcastically, turning my back to enter on my room, but he spoke again.
“And no boys allowed in the house.” I laughed and turned to him again.
“Kid, I’m older than you, this house is also mine. Besides, won’t the boys be with you?”
“Hehe forgot about it. Well I’m going to pack something’s that we need.”
“Don’t get drunk, remember last time.” He shrugged.
“I don’t remember.” I smirked.
“Ohh really, did you forget that you confused Neji with a girl and tried to kiss him?”
He shuddered. And I laughed.
“I won’t drink. Never again!”
“Mwuhahaha.”
“Do you know how much I hate to hear that laugh?”
“I really don’t care. Don’t you have something to do?” I didn’t waited for the answer, went back to my room with a smile plastered on my face. Things were going well.
***
“Erunáme-oneechan. I’m leaving. If you need something just come to Neji’s.”
‘Oh I don’t think so.’ I thought with a grin looking at my ototo.
“Ok kid. See ya tomorrow.” I kissed his cheek, he always blushed. That made me giggle.
“That isn’t funny.” Said a bright red Naruto.
“Oh you love it!” He even blushed deeper.
“Bye oneesan.”
“Bye kid, behave.” We gave me one of his large smiles and left to Neji’s place.

“Finally alone! I mean, not for long.” I said with a smile.

I barley had entered my room and closed the door to be pinned against it. Closing my eyes from the impact I felt kisses on my neck. On my sweet spot none the less. His hands went to my hips.
I smiled and threw my arms around his neck. I knew who it was.
“Hello to you too!” He stopped. I laughed looking into his eyes.
“Hi.” And he started to kiss my neck again. I sighed, he never was much of words, just action, not that I cared.
I let out a moan, he always had this effect on me. Barley touching but leaving me already on fire. Grabbing his face I pulled him to my eye level.
“I missed you.” With that I kissed him. He kissed back, and I parted my lips, waiting for is tongue. A smirk played on his lips against mine and didn’t grant my request. A growl emitted from my throat. He was teasing me. And I hated it. My hands left his face, sliding down his chest lightly, he cringed at my touch. He already had no shirt. Now was my turn to smirk and parted the kiss.
“Why did you stop?”
“I need a bath, care to join me?” I said with a sexy voice.
He didn’t answer, just pulled my out of the room and walked towards the bathroom. I pulled my hand out of his and turned the shower on. Coming out of the shower I looked at him, and he pulled me close to him, kissing me passionately, as if he didn’t have kissed in years. Grabbing my butt he asked me to part my lips for his tongue to enter, by biting the bottom lip softly. Now was my time to tease. Once again I broke the kiss and looked at him with loving eyes, pressing my forehead against his.
“Do you need help to take you clothes of?” He asked me with that sexy smirk of his. I made an innocent face and pouting lightly I nodded quietly. The smirk never left his face as he pulled my shirt of, lightly passing his hands through my upper body. I shivered at his touch which made is smirk grow bigger. My hands travelled to his pants, quickly I had them down to his ankles, which he kicked of. (Obviously inside the house we have no shoes, or zori, what you prefer.) When I came up again, his arms surrounded me and he kissed me softly unlocking my bra, during the process. He was used to them, so he didn’t had any effort. My breasts popped out of the bra, and he took them in his hands squeezing them lightly. I closed my eyes in pure bliss, my hands travelled through his chest up and his arms until I grabbed his wrists. I pulled his hands away from my, now harden nipples, and put them on my hips, with a quick movement, I had my legs around his hips. He walked to the wall and pinned me against it. Starting to have a heavier breath I kissed his neck, which he tilted to the side giving me better access, while he did the same to me. Lifting his hands from my hips, I gripped his shoulders to not fall down, he stared to pull my pants of along with my panties. He had to put me down so they could come of completely. I kicked them to the side, and started to kiss along his chest, going down, achieving the hem of his boxers. I pulled them a little bit with my teeth and released it. He groaned, is erection was obvious and the boxers were beginning to be too small for him. Relieving him I took them of, now I was kneeing in form of him. His manhood almost begging to be sucked. I smirked to him, looking up I saw the pleading look he was giving me.
“Don’t you toy me.” He said, his voice low, and as his eyes, pleading.
“Oh you know I will.” Said that I licked the tip of his member, which caused him to buck his hips forward. Taking it in my hands and stroking it, I said.
“Eager aren’t we?” He just groaned in response from the pleasure he was receiving.
I stopped rubbing his member and looked up at him. He was sweating and shivering a little bit. His eyes were closed and his hands were in each side of my head, his fingers entwined with my hair. Obviously knowing that I had stopped he opened his eyes and looked down at me.
“Please don’t stop.” His voice was shaky. I smiled and sucked his member, he let out a moan as my tongue licked around his tip.
“Eru…” he moaned, hearing him calling my nickname, made me suck heaven harder. Without warning he bucked his hips against me, making his member go deeper my throat, my eyes widen and he releases his seeds on my mouth. He knew that I didn’t like it. So taking it out of my mouth, he kneeled in front of me and grabbed my shoulders.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t contr-…” He didn’t manage to end his sentence because I swallowed. I liked my lips and smiled at him. He was expecting me to get mad at him, how could I? I loved giving him pleasure and making him smile, even if it was only a small smirk. But this time, he actually smiled, a real smile, not a smirk, a smile, and it was for me. That made me jump on him making him fall on his back with me on top of him, kissing him eagerly, as if in the next moment he was going to vanish.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed back with equal passion. The kiss soon enough became deeper and passionate. There was no need to ask for entrance, both of us, gave it right away, our tongues, meeting in a sensual dance. His hands travelled to my butt, which he squeezed. I let out a moan in his mouth, making him smirk against my lips. His member against my inner thigh, made me break the kiss.
“You want to go to the shower now?” I asked, he just nodded, and still grabbing my butt, he managed to get up, I instantly locked my legs, once again, around his waist. His erection was now against my womanhood, that made both of us moan. He walked into the shower and shoved me against the wall. I groaned, and griping on his shoulders, I lifted myself a little bit and inserted his throbbing member inside me. Once again both of us moaned, but this time, louder.

***

Naruto’s Point Of View

“Damn Neji! You could have warned us that Hinata was having a sleep over!” I shouted. We were in the middle of the street. Our group consisted in me, Neji, Kiba, Shikamaru, Chouji, Shino, Rock Lee and Sai, basically all the guys.
“I didn’t know! How was I supposed to know?!”
“Well both of you live in the same house, don’t you.” An annoyed Kiba said.
“How troublesome. Where do we go now?” Shikamaru was almost sleeping on his feet. As usual.
“Let’s go to my house, I think that my sister won’t mind.” I offered.
“Erunáme-chan, isn’t at Hinata’s sleep over?” Rock Lee asked.
“No brushy brow, she’s too old for it.”
“No she’s not! She’s HOT!”
“SHUT UP KIBA! DON’T TALK ABOUT MY SISTER LIKE THAT!”
“Naruto-kun, you have to agree.”
“YOU TOO SHINO?!”
“Can we just go?” Neji was starting to be impatient.
“Come on, I starved!”
“You are always starved Chouji!”
“What do you mean with that Kiba?!”
“Just shut up”.
“Agreed Neji, let’s go, I hope my sister don’t mind.”

***

Finally at home, all of us skipped to the living room.
“Hei Naruto, I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Kiba, I didn’t have to know that! Just go, you know where it is.”

Kiba’s Point Of View

I was walking towards the bathroom, when I heard the water running.
‘HEHE this is my lucky day!!!’
When I took the handle in my hand I heard something. It was engulfed by the sound of the water, but it was still audible.
“OH-OH, deeepper!!!!”
‘That sounds Erunáme! Is she? With who?! We are all here!’ I stayed quiet trying to hear someone else’s voice, but the only thing I continued hearing were Erunáme’s moans, some grunts, that I couldn’t associate, and the water falling.
‘I have to tell them!’ And I run back to the living room.

Naruto’s Point Of View

We already had begun to plan strategies, when Kiba bursted in panting.
“What? Is there some monster in the bathroom?” I laughed at my own joke.
“No… Your sister is!” I frowned.
“You saw her?!”
“No! I was going to, but-“
“You what?!” I was loosing it, one of my friends trying to see my sister naked?!
“Let him finish Naruto!” Neji spoke.
“Thanks Neji, well I didn’t get in because, she was with someone.”
“WHAT?!”

Erunáme’s Point Of View

He was keeping his thrusts in a quick pace, and I kept rocking my hips, moving with him, providing an huge pleasure for both of us.
“WHAT?!” I immediately stooped. But he didn’t.
“Babe, *moan* did you hear that?”
“Hmmm I didn’t hear anything.” And he kept going on and on, shoving his member in me, driving me crazy.
‘Maybe I’m hearing things…’
“AH!!!! Faster!” I grope his shoulders and with my nails I scratched him. It seemed to turn him on, because, soon enough his thrusts were faster and more powerful.

***


Naruto’s Point Of View

“ERU---” I was cut by Neji’s hand on my mouth.
“Shut up! Don’t you want to find who is with her? Just be quiet!” I glared at him and nodded, against my will, but I nodded. Neji let go of me.
“Yeah Neji is right, if we make some noise, he might run away.”
“But Kiba! It’s my sister!”
“Calm down Naruto-kun, we will kick his ass.”
I turned to walk to the bathroom with the others fallowing me.
‘We will brushy brow, we will.’
I could hear her moans perfectly, and the moans of who-the-hell-she-was-with too.
“Do you recognise his voice?”
“He isn’t saying anything.”
“Really Chouji? I haven’t noticed!” I replied sarcastically.
“Shut up you two!” Neji hissed “ I’m going to use Byakugan.”
“Oh no you won’t. You want to see my sister!”
Neji sighed, there was no way I was going to let him see my sister doing… that.


Erunáme’s Point Of View


“AH-AH-AH COME ON! GIVE.IT.TO.ME!”
We where almost done, I knew our limit, but he never ceased to amaze me.
“Scream my name.” His voice was low and husky.
“What? *moan*” His thrusts became even more powerful, faster and deeper. That pleasurable familiar felling was starting to build in my stomach.
“SCREAM MY NAME!”

Naruto’s Point Of View


“SCREAM MY NAME!” That voice run through my mind.
“I know that voice.” I mumbled.
“I know that voice!” I said louder.
“I don’t recall it. Who is it Naruto?” I turned face to face to my friends. My shocked face was evident.
“That’s Uchiha Itachi!”
“Hum?” All of them said in unison.


Erunáme’s Point Of View

“UH! Babe! *moan* I CAN’T”
“Why not?!” His pace continued, it was getting harder to contain myself.
“Somebodyyyyy can heaaaaar!”
“I DON’T CARE! SCERAM IT!!!!!!!” With that he rammed all of his manhood inside me and that made it. We both reached our climax. And I had no other choice than scream in pleasure his name.
“OHHHHHHHHHH SASUKE!!!!!!!!!(Really if you didn’t knew who it was already, sorry but, you’re a little bit dense).” He was pleased, I was pleased. His hot seed inside me. Inside me…
“Shit!” He took himself out of me and both slide to the floor of the shower.
“What? Wasn’t it good to you as it was to me?”
I kissed him softly and panting, he already had his breathing normal.
“Its not… that… I loved it… just… no condom.” I said on his arms and I could feel him tense.
“Fuck. Looks that I’m restoring my clan before than I thought.” I looked up at him and he smiled at me, again, ohh how I loved that smile of his.
“We don’t know if it worked.” I said.
“We can always have hope.” We kissed passionately and quickly washed ourselves.

***

Kiba’s Point Of View

“OHHHHHHHHHH SASUKE!!!!!!!!!” I heard Erunáme scream, now that wasn’t what I expected. I looked at Naruto, who was pale and fainted. We all looked at the others faces, we all had the same. O_O
“Didn’t he say that it was Itachi?”
“Sasuke’s voice must have changed, as our as well.” Neji said picking Naruto’s fainted body. We all walked back to the living room, there was nothing left for us to ‘see’.

***


Erunáme’s Point Of View

After our… Exercise, we walked out of the bathroom fully dressed.
“Wanna hit the Tv?”
“Sure, why not.”
Both of us walked towards the living room, hand in hand, just to face all the Konoha boys, and my brother looking really sick.
“Oh shit” Both of me and Sasuke said.
“Shit?! Shit?! What the hell were you doing?! And you Sasuke?! We’ve been looking for you for years!” Naruto shouted.
“Now we know were he has been” Snickered Kiba.
“Shut up looser.” Sasuke answered.
“Well, Sasuke, as been seeing me past this-”
“SEEING?! FUCKING YOU!”
“So he as a penis and he isn’t gay!!”
“Shut up Sai! Let them be.” Said Neji.
“WATCH YOUR TONGUE KID! I DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE! IN CASE YOU FORGOT I’M OLDER, SO RESPECT ME!” I said to Naruto.
“Calm down babe.”
“Sorry Sasuke but you don’t have a say in this. Now” I said turning to the boys. “We are together, like it or not, and no he is not coming back. He will, just not now. Just leave him alone. Go home, its pointless try to bring him back.”
All of them, not wanting to get his ass kicked walked out, leaving an obviously shocked Naruto, he wasn’t used to see me like that.
I let go of Sasuke and walked towards Naruto. Sitting beside him on the couch I took his hands on mine.
“Naruto… Please, don’t be like that. I love Sasuke you know that, and if I didn’t tell you anything was just because Sasuke’s safety here. I don’t know what the village elders will do if they find that he’s been seeing me along the years.”
“You… You… You called me Naruto.”
I smiled and nodded.
“So you aren’t angry at me?”
“How could I? You are my sister, and if it makes you happy, who am I to change that? Oi Sasuke, if you hurt my sister I’ll kill you.” Naruto flashed one of his smiles.
Sasuke walked until he was in front of us.
“Usura-tonkachii (This as no possible translation, but I can be related to baka (stupid) I think ^////^) I would never leave your sister.” I smiled at him and stood up. He passed one arms around my waist and pulled me closer. Looking into his eyes I kissed him passionately.
“Ugh get a room!” Said a disgusted Naruto.
“Good idea looser…”
“Yeah Naruto, good idea…” I agreed.
“NO I DIDN’T MEAN IT!”
“But I did.” I said pulling Sasuke to my room.

***

This was going to be okay. Me and Sasuke, together, only once in a week but, better then nothing. No more hiding. The fear was still there, fear that Orochimaru or Itachi found out. But together we were strong. Two months after we found out that I was pregnant. Sasuke was thrilled. Weeks after we found, he killed both Orochimaru and Itachi. Coming back to me once again, but this time permanently, we lived happily ever after, restoring the Uchiha Clan ^___^.


THE END!