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Shigure feels a tug on that force between them, a pull he’s had since before she was born. He can’t pull back. When he was young and Akito was just a small baby laying in a cradle, Shigure tried. He would make any excuses to sit in the same room as her, only to be met with knowing smiles from their relatives. Young Shigure would focus, focus, focus on that something in him that connected them. He imagined having bigger and stranger hands and yanking. But she never reacted.
So after Shigure grew into those bigger hands, he had to find other ways to get Akito’s attention. The tugging sensation brings him to her room. He slides the door open and hovers at the doorway, watching her without any subtlety. Shigure itches for her affections, but he would settle for her anger. Each coupling was a reaping. He syphons her hate and pain into himself, thinking he is better able to handle the emotions.
Akito is resting in her usual spot at the window, looking down at the world below. The stars twinkle beyond the outline of her face and like this, she really looked like their God. Wrapped in her kimono, Shigure thinks about how the Akito under there is lithe and delicate, just a wisp of a woman. Her handlers always scolded her for not doing enough exercise. You’ll be too weak to go anywhere, they would chide.
Why would I want to? Everything I need is here.
Nevermind that some of the younger Zodiac spent most of their time away from the Estate, even Shigure lived outside and was often out of town for work. Nonetheless, Akito was trapping herself here, and the Zodiac could only orbit around her. The curse was an edged but fragile thing. It could break, but not without cutting you first.
And so he enters the room, ready to spill more blood for the cause.
It’s not important what they said. He is a writer, so words flow from him in a steady stream. Shigure just had to choose the right ones to nudge her like this and goad her like that. Then she is on him, kissing him like a punch, all forceful pressure and anger.
His hands grip at Akito’s body, sliding across every fold of the layered fabric that covers her. Akito surges up to return the assault, stealing and swallowing each sound that falls from his mouth. After removing the obi, Shigure’s hands make their way into the robe and between Akito’s legs. She shifts herself closer, arching her hips up into Shigure’s touch.
“Shigure,” Akito says. And his name in her mouth is enough.
Shigure unwraps her robe and leaves it hanging from her shoulders. Akito likes the traditional elements of the Sohma family and clings to as many of them as possible. She often let that long haori hang half off of her, the dark fabric flowing like tendrils, spreading and taking over the space of any room she entered. It made the servants weary because the garments are a tripping hazard. Not everyone can absorb Akito’s anger like he can.
Now the cloth flows away from her arms, making her impossible presence even larger, and he leans back to appreciate her form. The pink of her nipples stands out against the pale skin of her small breast. Without hesitation, he reaches out to stroke Akito’s mound and then part the lips of her pussy. A glossy sight greets him and proves the excitement that Akito would never admit.
Shigure’s escalating excitement is showing as well. He promptly removes his clothes and allows them to drift away, forgotten. The red flush of his cock is darker in his aroused state. Akito’s eyes feast upon the sight and, instinctually, her hand slithers over to fondle herself. Akito was no glutton, but she would not deny herself. She had none of the traditional shame around sexuality their family impressed on the other women.
“Fuck,” moaned Shigure, his body prickling with a need to be closer.
Shigure yanks Akito towards him. He always pulled too hard, fearful that a caress would get rebuffed or that she would slip through his fingers and flow away. He remembers being scolded as a child for playing too rough with younger Akito. At the time, he didn’t know how to articulate that friendship, family, and companionship weren’t what he wanted from her.
“Touch me,” Akito orders, wiggling her hips against him as if to punctuate her need.
Shigure takes a hold of her waist and lifts her, bringing her legs to rest on his shoulders, a move only possible because he leans her into the wall.
The shock of wet pink in the centre of his cousin’s legs never fails to arouse him. He leans forward to nuzzle at her. Shigure tongues along the junction of Akito’s pelvis and suckles at tops of her thighs. He imagines the way bruises will bloom beautifully across her skin. It was untouched by the sun, and pale to the point of near translucent. If he looked closely, Shigure could spot the crisscrossing veins that pushed her life force through her. Only he could get close enough to come in and burst the capillaries, to make her body break down and rebuild itself.
“More,” she calls.
Leaning back, he teases his hands up Akito’s quivering legs. She lets out a low exhale. Shigure sets to follow her request. He starts by tracing over the edges of her lips and watching the way Akito’s stomach clenches and shivers at each gentle touch.
Akito was wet, so wet. The glistening coating on Shigure’s fingers was too tempting not to taste. He slips his finger into his mouth and marvels at the flavour. Shigure peers up at her and ignores her frustrated, impatient expression.
After teasing along her entrance for some time, he slides two fingers into her pussy. The wet sound of Shigure’s hand in Akito floods him with arousal. The two fingers suck in with ease within the soaking mess.
As he explored all of Akito, it gets slippery and he can’t quite line his movement along her clit exactly as she liked. Akito grunts in frustration and he can feel his cousin’s pelvis gyrate desperately to position Shigure’s hands better. Akito’s hands gripped his shoulders painfully as she let out weak breathy sounds, like a blessing or curse.
He finally takes two fingers and pinches them on either side of Akito’s clit. The reward is a quiet moan, a desperate thrust of hips towards his hand, and his head whipped to the side with a blowing force. Stars flash across his eyes. After a dazed moment, he realises the blooming pain on his face is from a slap. Good, he thinks.
Shigure finally dives in and teases his tongue along the folds while he fingers Akito. One of Akito’s hands snakes its way to reach at Shigure’s hair, giving her an anchor as pleasure crashed like waves through her. The scratching along his scalp and the throbbing of his cheek ground him, all he can focus on is granting her desires. His own would come later.
Shigure sucks at her clit with the barest edge of teeth while his fingers slip in and out. Akito’s breath grows impossibly more rapid before a leg kicks up and she lets out a high-pitched whine. Shigure wrings as much pleasure out of the orgasm as he could, easing his fingers around steadily, feeling the walls clenching in tandem with the frantic circles he draws with his tongue. After the river of wetness seems to subside, Shigure gently removes his fingers. He continues to eat at Akito, pulling little whimpers out of his cousin. Akito’s legs grow slack across his shoulders and she starts squirming away.
Shigure’s head is spinning with desire; Akito’s short hair shines with sweat and her eyes are glossy but focused. The pull between them is finally quiet, satisfied with the pleasure. Shigure soothes Akito’s shaky legs in the hopes that she stomps wiggling before he drops her.
He looked up to see Akito give a sharp smile, his worship has granted him this minor blessing. From this angle, Shigure can watch Akito’s face as he chases himself towards a frantic completion in his palm. The hot pain on his face, Akito’s steady weight on his shoulder, and the sight of her ecstasy all thump into him and send him into a divine state.
With wobbly arms he swings her back down to the floor. Shigure avoids her eyes for now, as he curls up next to Akito in her tangled kimono. For the moment, Shigure can safely swallow and contain all of her negativity. And just like every other time, it’s worth it.