disclaimer: all characters in this story are 18+ for *the plot*
surprise–! after all the begging and pleading, here i am. it's been years and i am no longer who i used to be, so expect a change of writing. enjoy.
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It was as if a blazing fire had erupted inside of (Name) from deep inside her core. It bubbled up and spilled out of her fingertips as they moved on their own; finding their way into Menma's tousled dark hair. He continued to kiss her hungrily, a deep growl escaping from him.
She felt like she was bursting through the seams of her flesh and the only thing to cease the pain was to latch onto Menma with a ferocity of a starving man finally finding an oasis in a desolate wasteland.
Menma's strong hands explored her body, before wrapping his arms around the small of her back, pulling her up from her laying down position and closer to him. He trailed his lips down her jawline to her neck, and every kiss felt so soft it was cruel.
"(Name)..." his breath tickled against her neck and ear causing a shock to roll down her spine before she let a whimper escape her despite all her best efforts not to.
She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him. She needed him.
"Stop–" (Name) sputtered out–her breath heavy between kisses. "Stop." (Name) shoved Menma away, her sudden strength taking him back making him fall backwards before catching himself.
(Name) took a moment to gather her senses: the cabin room dimly lit with scattered candles and lanterns, scents of sandalwood and pine, the crackling of a stone fireplace in the corner; and Menma, sitting across from her in silence.
"What are you doing?' She whispered angrily, still trying to catch her breath. The air was still as Menma gazed at her through his damp dark fringe that hung low over his deep-set eyes. (Name) couldn't help but shiver as she held his gaze. He kept his eyes on hers, until he drew a deep breath.
"Couldn't you feel it?" his deep voice was hoarse, and it filled the silence of the room achingly. The weight of his eyes finally took over and she tore her eyes away from his. Sweat beaded on her forehead and pooled at the base of her neck. The combination of her nightmare and waking up to Menma had her body reacting as if she just ran a marathon.
"Feel what, exactly?" she whispered, her eyes fixed on the cream colored bedding that was now in a complete disarray.
"I know you felt it." his voice suddenly took a softer turn; something she had yet to hear from him. She stole a glance at him, who was still staring at her, but something was different. There was no longer a fierceness to them but they almost looked pleading. "The burning. The desperation," he kept his voice low, but moved closer to (Name). She didn't move.
"The aching desire," he continued, as one hand drifted to her face, moving a stray piece of hair away and tucking it behind her ear softly. The skin from his bare knuckles just barely grazed her face yet it left a scorching trail behind, leaving her face feeling flushed.
"Yes," she felt herself breathe out. She didn't know if she meant to or not, but it was now there out in the hot air that sat between them.
His face got dangerously close to hers, his lips teasing her own as the palm of his hand cupped her face. The softness in his touch was so different from the desperation she could see so clearly written on his face. She wondered if it was so obviously painted on her own. Her breath quickened, and time seemed to slow as she lifted her shaking but sure fingers to push his raven black hair to see his eyes more clearly.
She finally got a clear look at him, and he was devastatingly beautiful.
His eyes were oceans of their own. Deep blue with raging storms brewing in each of them, whirlpools of darkness–sucking her in. She felt as if she was in a free fall and drowning; her stomach turning with the anticipation of him putting her out of her misery and taking her for all that she is. It was agony wanting him.
"Why do I feel so connected to you?" She murmured into his lips that were still teasing her.
"I've always been there," he drew himself away, and (Name) suddenly felt cold. She wanted him to come back and set her on fire again. "I brought you to this universe, darling," he murmured gently, almost as if it was under his breath. For the first time since she woke, his eyes moved away from hers and landed on the glowing ruby necklace that sat beautifully on her chest. It was pulsing a bright crimson that slightly lit the dimness around them, casting a rosy hue upon both of their features. The one that had been with her since setting foot in this world.
She instinctively brought her hand to hold the jewel, the power emanating from it pulsing in her grip. "W-what are you trying to say?" She stuttered out.
Menma reached and opened up the fist that (Name) had around the pendant, and picked the stone up and turned it around in his fingers before flickering his stormy eyes back up to (Name)'s quizzical ones.
"I paid a price," he said, so painfully soft that (Name) almost didn't catch what he had said. His hand then slowly closed around the gem, so effortlessly. Its power didn't affect him at all–(Name) recalled Sasuke's failed attempt to rip the jewel from her neck, and how it had burned through the flesh on his hand. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I paid a price to have you brought to me.""
He pulled on the pendant slightly, enough to have (Name) lean forward, her nose stopping just before coming in contact with his, the chain digging into the back of her neck. Menma cocked his head and leaned to whisper in her ear, "This pendant holds my own Jinjuriki powers–and you seem to be taking well to them," (Name) shuddered at the warm breath tickling the back of her neck.
"I would have visions of you. Since before I can even remember. You were beautiful, and I did everything I could to find my way to you." She watched as Menma's breath hitched, and he suddenly stood up, causing the floorboards under his feet to creak, facing away from her. He ran his hands over his face, before twisting to turn to (Name) again, his eyes glittering with tears.
He struggled with his next words, "I searched every universe to find you, (Name),"
"Then why did you hide yourself? Why–"
"There was a catch," Menma cut her off. "If I found you– if I bound myself to you... my fate would be for you to resent me forever,"
(Name) stared at him for a moment, before slowly standing up and making her way towards him. She gingerly looked up at Menma and ran her soft fingers along his jawline, to his cheek where his whisker marks were shown. Menma shuddered at her touch. "Resent you? The only way I would resent you is if you stayed away from me any longer than you have already,"
Menma's eyes scanned her face, his own in disbelief of (Name)'s answer to his confession, and airlily let out, "You ignite my soul, every ounce of my being calls out your name,"
(Name)'s doll eyes couldn't tear away from Menma's face, now dangerously close to her own. She felt her lips utter her next words before she could stop herself.
"Kiss me,"
Menma didn't need any further instruction.
He pulled her towards him with such ferocity she gasped; but she didn't have a chance to catch her breath before he devoured her lips with his. He moaned at the taste of her, and he opened his mouth letting (Name) brush her tongue against his.
(Name) was on fire again, even more powerful than before, her core set ablaze as she felt her own hands exploring him with hunger of her own. She gripped the nape of his neck and pulled herself deeper into the kiss as she and him lost balance and crashed into the nearby wall.
If anything clattered to the floor, they didn't hear it. All (Name) could hear is her heartbeat thumping in her ears–or was it his–she couldn't tell anymore. The only thing she knew was Menma's low groans in her mouth and his hands now on her breasts, causing her to let out a sharp gasp.
(Name) plunged her hands into his raven hair, pulling him even closer as he finally broke the kiss and decided to leave trails of kisses from the base of her neck and up to her ear that sent her into a wave of intense burning desire that could only be quenched by surrendering herself to him.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for those words to be spoken by those pretty little lips of yours," he breathed into (Name)'s ear. He grazed his teeth along (Name)'s earlobe before biting down softly–causing a small moan to erupt from her throat.
He growled his approval at the sound of (Name)'s moan and began kissing her again; their tongues fighting for dominance as (Name) lifted her legs and wrapped them around Menma's center. He let a small grin tug at his lips against hers before lifting her entirely and carrying her to the small mattress in the corner.
Despite the desperation of wanting to have her as soon as possible, he made sure to lay her tenderly onto the mattress to prevent from hurting his precious gem. He stopped momentarily to just gaze at her from above–she truly was gorgeous.
She had a glow about her–her skin glistening with sweat, her face flushed and her hair tousled. Her beaming eyes that begged him silently for more. "Look at you," he smirked whilst looking down on her, "So pretty, looking up at me like that,"
She felt her face turn a deep crimson, almost the shade of the jewel around her neck. She suddenly averted her gaze, but his hand suddenly grabbed under her chin and forced her to face him. "Look at me," he demanded quietly. "Tell me you want it,"
He let go of her chin and looked at her patiently before (Name) sputtered out, "I want you,"
"Louder,"
"I want you," she said again, more confident.
"Good girl,"
With that, Menma wasted no time. He licked and kissed his way down to (Name)'s thighs, taking his time along the way. Every inch of her was set ablaze, but as soon as his fingers teased the apex of (Name)'s thighs, she felt herself go lightheaded with anticipation.
She locked eyes with his as he bowed his head down and kissed the area that was throbbing and needy the most. With the first flick of his tongue, (Name) was set on fire anew. He gripped her thighs enough to leave bruises, groaning to the sound's of (Name)'s pleasure.
He worked her in great sweeping strokes, and when she felt his tongue enter inside her, she gripped the bed sheets as if to keep her from falling off the edge of reality. "Menma," (Name) rasped.
He hummed to the sound of his voice on her lips before saying, "Say my name again,"
"Menma-"
Hearing his name from her sweet voice was like a siren's chilling lament, and he just couldn't help himself. He devoured more and more of her, and soon his fingers replaced where his tongue had just been, pumping inside her as he licked and sucked, his teeth scraping ever so slightly–
"Please," (Name) gasped as she bowed off the bed as a consciousness shattering climax rippled through her, causing her to cry out, "Menma–!"
But he didn't stop. He remained feasting on her, and her hands flew to his locks of raven once again pulling upwards so he could look at her. The look he gave was enough to leave her in complete ruins. He was gorgeous, she could feel his ocean eyes completely swallow her hole, leaving her in a pool of ecstasy.
He stopped only when (Name) was left trembling and limp with pleasure. Menma crawled back up and kissed (Name) on the lips, so she could taste her sweet nectar.
"As much as I want to take you all for myself, and claim every inch of you, my sweet, that will have to wait," He stood up, and took her hand, pulling her up to him and sweeping her into his arms.
"It seems we've got company,"