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Notes and Disclaimers: The following is an original work by me, freely using the creative genius of Tachiwaka Megumi, to whom I am indebted. The characters of Saint Tail, Asuka Jr., et al are owned by Kodansha and TMS.
This story is hentai! If you do not know what that mean, you should not be reading this story. If you are under the legal age in your state, county or town, you should not be reading this story. If you are doing it just to complain later, you should not be reading this story! DO NOT say I didn't warn you!
This is, in my opinion, the best bit of writing on this page. I really hope you enjoy it.
May we all find a love like Asuka Jr. and Meimi!
Invictus
"‘Black as the pit from pole to pole,’" he said stating the obvious. Asuka Jr. rolled upright and his hand felt for the tender spot on the back of his head. He winced at the gentle contact. There was a good-sized lump there. He tried once again to look around but the darkness was complete. Holding a hand to his face he saw nothing. Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes he waited until large blotches of color blossomed against his closed lids. Well, at least it wasn’t his eyes he concluded with a sigh. With that he tried to relax. Obviously there was nothing he could do at present; other than hope he didn’t have a concussion he thought with annoyance. He settled himself in a more comfortable position and went over the circumstances that had brought him to this place.
It was after school and he had been walking with Haneoka…
With a gasp he began blindly searching, frantically groping in the blackness. The ground under his hands and knees was rough, covered with sharp rocks and somewhat damp. He crawled forward, his head throbbing, one hand stretched out before him. He called her name, over and over, with no response. Panic began to take hold of him. Either she wasn’t here or she was unable to answer. He hoped for the former, but even as he did he knew it was a vain hope. He distinctly remembered her strangled voice as he was hit from behind.
After several minutes he sat down, the pain in his head making him nauseous. The young man was breathing hard, fighting off the rising bile in his throat.
When Asuka Jr. awoke the situation was unchanged. He sat up slowly, supporting his head as he rose. He didn’t feel better, but he didn’t feel worse. He swung his arms in an arc around himself and felt nothing. Moving as if he was made of glass he slide a few feet and repeated the process. On the third move his hand slapped against flesh. Relief flooded his body as he slid closer. He kept his hand on her as he moved, fearing to lose her. When he was close enough that his leg was against her he carefully began to explore her prone figure.
He had encountered her thigh first, which accounted for the flesh on flesh sound. She was lying on her back, her clothes and hair in disarray, and no amount of shaking could wake her. He had panicked for a time, but her breathing was steady and her pulse was strong so he had to conclude she had been drugged. She had been placed against a wall his bruised fingers discovered. Placing his back to it he lifted her head onto his lap, hoping she would be more comfortable and wanting the human contact for himself. He knew he was suffering from a concussion and began talking to her to keep awake.
"I’m sorry you have to be here," he began, allowing his head to rest on the wall, "I’m sorry I got you into this…whatever it is."
He began puzzling the mystery aloud and came up with two possible answers; either someone was also after Saint Tail and wanted him out of the way, or someone his father had angered had kidnapped them. That Haneoka was there was just bad luck. He had tried to think of a reason that someone might be after her, but he just couldn’t make it work. Unless, unless Haneoka was in fact…. He swept this thought away with a contemptuous wave of his hand. He must be delirious.
Sleep was threatening again so he began stroking her face, hoping the motion, and the receiving object, would keep him alert. For a moment he lost himself in the softness of her skin and he smiled down at her, "’I thank whatever God may be…’" Suddenly she stirred and he helped her to rise. He began talking immediately, repeating himself, and hoping some of it would get through to her.
"I’m sorry Haneoka, we seem to have been kidnapped. I don’t know why, or where we are, but you’ve been drugged and I was knocked out. This is not a dream and I’m sorry to be so harsh but you should know. Yes, it is so dark we can’t see, there’s nothing wrong with your eyes."
He kept on like this, repeating himself, until, on the fourth repetition, she spoke.
"Thank you Asuka Jr." she said, her voice hoarse, "I understand. Thank you."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. He could hear her arranging herself and he let her be. No doubt this was an incredible shock. It was when he realized she was quietly crying that he reached for her. His hand encountered only the cool air.
"Haneoka," he murmured, letting his arm fall, "I’m sorry, so sorry."
She sniffed softly, "It’s ok, I was just surprised, I’m better now."
She put her hand out, towards him, and when she bumped into his chest she wrapped her fingers in the material of his shirt.
"Is it alright if I sit near you? This way we won’t get lost."
Asuka Jr. nodded, realized she couldn’t see that and caught her hand, "Of course."
In the next minute Meimi was pressed against his side. She didn’t let go of his hand, and he didn’t pull away. She asked him if she was too close and while he said she was not in his mind he wanted her closer. Once again they lapsed into silence.
Asuka Jr. slowly became aware of Meimi shaking him. He could just make out her telling him to stay awake. His head pounded and he belatedly realized he must have drifted off to sleep.
"I’m awake," he mumbled, swatting at her hands, "I’m up, I’m up."
She slowly loosened her grip on him and sank back into her space next to him. "You can’t leave me," she pleaded, a hint of fear in her voice.
Asuka Jr. slowly turned his head towards her, "I’m sorry," he sighed, "It’s just that my head is killing me."
He felt a hand on his arm that slid upwards until it suddenly left him, only to be pressed against his cheek.
"I’m sorry," she whispered, "Does it hurt that much?" Her questing fingertips gingerly rose to his temples and stroked his skin. Even in the darkness she could feel him blushing. Embarrassed she went to withdraw her hand.
"Thank you," he said dreamily, "that really helps."
With a smile she reapplied her hand and continued her gentle ministrations. He lightly pressed against her palm when she sought to stop so she placed herself in a more comfortable position on her knees before him. From there she was able to add her other hand, stroking both sides of his face. She had the satisfaction of hearing a soft moan of pleasure from him as she applied her free hand.
"Your hands are cool," he said softly.
She giggled, "You mean cold."
He caught her wrist and slid her hand along his jaw, into the collar of his shirt and to the base of his neck. Meimi could just feel the swollen lump their captors had inflicted on him. With a gasp of sympathy she carefully moved her fingers onto the hot skin, sliding herself closer to him to better reach. Rising up she carefully added her other hand, effectively wrapping her arms around him. His gasp was loud to her ears, so close was she, and she felt him turn his head away. This position was not lost on him and he made some noises like she didn’t need to worry so much but Meimi ignored him.
"Just relax," she said with feigned annoyance, "I’m not going to bite you."
Meimi felt his head come up. She knew he couldn’t see her but she felt herself blushing hotly. She shifted off a sharp rock and felt his hands on her waist, steadying her. She looked down at him, unable to believe what was happening. Gently, but insistently, Asuka Jr. pulled her down until he finally reached up and kissed her. Meimi closed her eyes; how had she gotten here? His lips were warm on her mouth and for a moment she saw stars. He leaned into her, pressing harder, slowly parting her lips. Meimi’s mind went blank as she felt his tongue, hot and sweet, penetrate her. A moan escaped her and she was overwhelmed with embarrassment at the sound. Asuka Jr. smiled against her lips and he took her moan as a sort of encouragement, kissing her more deeply with each heartbeat. Meimi knew she should do something to stop herself, but found she hadn’t the self-control. She wanted him to kiss her. She had wanted it for a long time. She wanted him to kiss her and… more.
"Asuka Jr." she managed, pulling away from him with a supreme effort of will. He, however, didn’t pause, and drawing his hands up from her waist ran them under her shirt along her back. His touch made her cry out. Dropping her head back she felt reason disappear and desire take control of her young body. His mouth sought her exposed neck and he kissed the length of it, working his way downward. Meimi’s hands, now burning from his heat, moved back along his jaw and cradled his face between them. Leaning down she kissed him. Kissed him like she had dreamed of doing, kissed him with her body and soul. He hugged her hard, crushing her against his chest, drawing her closer. Meimi felt his legs draw together and he positioned her in his lap. She noticed she was no longer cold, and she felt her breath coming as if she was running a race.
Asuka Jr.’s hands continued stroking her back until she sank down onto his legs. His hands once again slid to her waist and very slowly crept onto her stomach. Meimi caught her breath, waiting. His kiss lingered for another moment before he drew back.
"How I wish I could see you, Haneoka" he whispered.
She smiled into the darkness and made a small noise of agreement. His hands remained on her stomach, not moving. Meimi leaned forward, once again seeking his lips, and as she moved his hands slowly rose. Her first kiss missed his lips, but as she adjusted her position and locked her mouth onto his, his hands came up and cupped themselves over her breasts.
Asuka Jr. swallowed Meimi’s cry of rapture, and his moan of delight sent a shiver through her body as he gently, hesitantly, squeezed the soft, smooth flesh beneath his palms. His thumbs brushed her hardening nipples, causing her to squeal softly. With each sound from her he couldn’t suppress the moans that escaped him.
Meimi felt little known muscles working as he continued petting her. Her breath was becoming an audible panting as his fingers sent electrical shocks through her body.
A blazing fire racing through Asuka Jr.’s body as he made Meimi squirm under his hands. He felt as if he ruled the world, and catching her nipples between his fingers, his one subject worshiped him with cries of ecstasy. Unconsciously Meimi’s hips began to move in his lap. Asuka Jr. removed his mouth from her lips, kissed his way down her throat and began applying kisses to her breasts through her shirt. Meimi’s hands moved rapidly and her blouse was unbuttoned in an instant. Asuka Jr. now found himself the willing supplicant as he rubbed his cheek over her creamy skin. He was so lost in feeling her in this fashion he didn’t notice he was driving her wild with anticipation. When a strangled whimper escaped her he smiled against her stomach and began kissing her skin, slowly moving higher until his lips encountered the soft swell of her breast. He paused, momentarily afraid, but then desire won out and his tongue carefully drew an outline along the curve of her breast. Meimi began to writhe in his lap.
"Please," she panted, "Asuka Jr., please."
His mouth came down on her nipple and his hand slid down to once again cup her flesh. Meimi screamed in pleasure, her head falling back and her back arching towards him. In the dark her eyes were wide and unseeing as he buried his face in her chest.
Asuka Jr. knew he had never felt anything like her and the pride of ownership he felt drove him to higher degrees of aggression. He gently sucked on her for several minutes, amazed at the taste of her skin. He bathed her breasts with his tongue, reveling in the sensations. When he reapplied his mouth to her nipple he began pulling harder at her, until finally he added his teeth to her flesh. Meimi’s head thrashed as his hands moved to her back, drawing her even closer to his eager mouth.
Her cries of delight drove him wild. Never before had he such an erection as he had now. There was no way he was going to be able to move. But even before he knew what he was doing, his hands were on her hips, pulling her close to the throbbing between his legs. Meimi helped him position her so that she straddled him. She could feel waves of heat rising off him and it warmed her to her soul to feel it.
"Meimi," he whispered, pressing her down against the swelling in his pants. "Meimi." He was panting against her chest. Meimi wrapped her arms around his head, hugging him to her bare skin. She could feel his face, contorted and wet with sweat, as he strained to contain himself. With total understanding she resumed her rocking, gently pushing her hips against his, encouraging him. There was a breathless pause, and then he began to move with her. His hands stirred restlessly, now on her hips, now petting her breasts, now stroking her legs. Meimi closed her eyes, blocking out everything but his breathing, which was coming fast and hot on her skin.
"Meimi," he gasped, "Meimi… I’m…"
She nodded against the top of his head, hugging him closer. "Yes," she whispered, "Yes."
Asuka Jr.’s head came up, him mouth seeking hers in the darkness. Meimi took hold of his face and pressed her lips to his, her tongue snaking down into his mouth. His moans melted into her as his hands clamped onto her hips, pulling her down, almost painfully. The humping of his hips reached a fevered pitch and his fingers dug deep into her flesh. Meimi could feel his climax pulsing through his pants and for a moment her mind went blank. When she could again think she heard him calling her name. There was a sort of awe in his voice.
"Asuka Jr." she whispered, her hands hanging limply at her sides. He began earnestly kissing anything that his lips could reach. Meimi smiled weakly, "Asuka Jr.… Daiki."
He stopped and looked up, "Say it again."
"Daiki," she whispered, puzzled and almost embarrassed.
"Meimi," he said in the same awed tone, "Meimi." She could feel him shaking his head, "If you don’t marry me I don’t know how I’ll go on living."
Meimi giggled and her hand stroked his hair, "You have to marry me," she sighed dropping her head back down on top of his, "I won’t let anyone else have you."
When Asuka Heiji opened the door to the wine cellar closet he found his son and Haneoka Meimi sitting side by side. They seemed unconcerned, almost as if they were enjoying themselves. Asuka Jr. rose first and turned to help Haneoka to her feet. As he approached his father his steps faltered, and Haneoka quickly wrapped his arm across her shoulders and put a hand on his chest to steady him. She looked up at the older man who was blinking in surprise, "He has a concussion, I’m fine, just dirty."
Asuka Heiji nodded mutely in understanding and spoke to the nearest officer. Meimi continued to help Asuka Jr. until he was loaded onto the waiting ambulance. She was loath to let go of him, but they had agreed that things were better kept quiet. He insisted that they need not hide, stating that, that would be like admitting they were doing something wrong. She had agreed with a great deal of pleasure. He was so polite, so correct, and so in love with her. She watched the ambulance go with a weight on her heart.
As she turned away her parents came running up. She quickly assured them of her current condition and explained that nothing bad happened. If anything, she said, it was a blessing that she was there to keep Asuka Jr. awake, as he might not have ever woken up had it not been for her. The point was not lost on Asuka Heiji who offered her anything she might like in return for her help.
"I’d like to visit him in the hospital if at all possible," Meimi said. The policeman nodded and said she would always be welcome.
As Meimi climbed into the car to go home her mother handed her a blanket, "Here, cover up, your shirt is buttoned wrong."
Meimi gasped in shock and took the blanket. Her mother smiled broadly at her and said no more.