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Instinct and Empathy	By : Fenris30 Category: +G through L > King of Fighters Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nearly a month had passed since the day he had brought her to his apartment for the first time. It had been a week and a half since the horrible incident where he was driven into the Riot.
Since then, he had not minded Athena dropping in on him, and even occasionally went with her if she insisted he go out somewhere in an attempt to be mildly social. It only somewhat worked; he'd go out-usually to a noodle shop or something with her-but he would usually only talk to her.
Athena was satisfied. It was better than him withdrawing completely.
His injuries had healed quickly, despite several of them being deadly, only to be fixed by Athena's healing ability. They left some scars, but he had no problems with these. Those from the Past had almost done him in, and that generally pissed him off, and being pissed off gave him all the more reason to live so he could rip them apart. If there was one thing Iori didn't plan on doing anytime soon, it was dying. Iori knew he was a violent, stubborn asshole, but he was a tenacious violent, stubborn asshole and he wasn't going to go until he was damn good and ready.
Iori and Athena had started to figure out that they had somehow breached...something, that they didn't know-and were able to set off his Riot of the Blood, as if they were contacting Orochi himself. That was all they knew, though. He wasn't even sure who was really behind it. Were one of the old heads of Orochi still around? Were Those from the Past trying to re-awaken him still at full power? They were still trying to figure out how things were tied into the strange time breach that happened, but neither of them much wanted to even try to understand that. Athena was rather an expert at weird goings on, what with her ties to near magical energies, but even she had given up. They knew it was Those from the Past-the man and the woman Iori had run into in the alley proved that-but they just didn't know their current motives.
Whatever they wanted to do, they were almost successful in one thing, and that was ending the Yagami clan. Their 'attack' caused a slaughter of about twenty people they sent after him to try to kill him, and they would have succeeded if Athena hadn't found him. The assassins all died gruesomely by Iori's hands, but his injuries were almost fatal.
Iori had a feeling they may try to target Athena next...given that she was the one who healed him.
Athena had noticed that while he was not particularly warm yet, he was much calmer around her, and even a little more kind. He wasn't what one would call friendly, but she thought from a distance he could have been passed off as a very surly friend or par...
She stopped that train of thought.
He still seemed agitated, however. She could only imagine; he had snapped, and the results had been a complete horror. That night he had even held her to him; and that was something he rarely did even before the blood took him over in his old relationship, let alone to anyone else.
After it was all said and done, Athena had ended up staying at his place for two nights, making up a couple of excuses for skipping training. With everything that had happened, they both felt it might be a good idea.
However, Iori was beginning to get uncomfortable again. It was much like he felt before; the fast heartbeat, the feel that his soul had been laid bare again.
He hated that feeling.
He had a few nights on his own, and she had come back today after her training. He did not mind her company there for now, though he didn't know why he started to feel the way he did, and that bothered him. Athena did not pry into him, and he did not particularly feel like he was getting attacked, either. But something had started to feel weird.
Iori didn't know what to think.
At the moment, he was having a few smokes after returning from dinner. She simply sat there with one of the books from his shelf.
Wandering around, he stared out the window again. He did that a lot. He sort of missed seeing the moon, as it was heavily overcast; the stagnant air was going to explode in a thunderstorm at any point, he knew. Judging by from what he heard on one of the droning television sets at the noodle shop, the rain was due to stay for several days, with storms on and off.
He felt...off. Wrong. Or he didn't know. He didn't know why sometimes he was alright, but other times he felt like she was staring into him. He had no idea what the fuck happened, but something did, and he didn't like it.
Iori looked over at Athena again as she sat up and on the edge of the bed. She had been watching him rather intently these past ten or so minutes, he noticed...rather than reading the book.
“Hmm?” he asked, thinking she wanted something.
“Ah...nothing.” She scratched her head, getting up to walk around. Her stomach fluttered. She couldn't help it-wearing only his dark jeans and his leather collar, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the figure he cut was exceptionally easy on the eyes. She usually was not the type to stare, but as her feelings developed-even if it was extremely slowly-she began to notice more things.
His eyes narrowed, though he wasn't really angry. He stretched, stuffing out the cigarette he had and started to debate maybe going out again on his own.
Athena looked at him questioningly. “What's wrong?” she finally asked.
“That's it. I don't know;” he said, a bit sharply. “I'm starting to feel...” he trailed off. “Are you...?”
She shook her head before he could finish. “I'm not doing anything. Really.” She truly wasn't; she thought perhaps some of the remnants of power were perhaps still floating around. She looked off to the side, seemingly in thought.
Iori looked at her this time. He grit his teeth. His mind was racing around...at this moment, he wasn't annoyed with her. On the contrary. He was enjoying how she looked and actually somewhat enjoying her company. He was angry that he couldn't just fully relax around her; only somewhat, when he knew that he should be able to do more.
He remembered the alley; not the destruction he caused, but afterward, after she healed him, even through all the horror. He touched her head and held it to his chest, and at that moment he wanted nothing more...but then his mind started tearing several different ways again, as it would for the past years.
As much as he'd love to forget it, he didn't know why he just didn't kick her out and tell her never to return. But he couldn't bring himself to. He didn't want that.
Finally, he decided to see where it would all lead, if anywhere. His hand opening and closing roughly, he walked over to her, crouching down to be more at an eye level with her as she sat there. She looked over at him.
“What do you want from me?” His heart was beating in his chest harder than it had in years. He couldn't think of anything else to ask.
She looked off to the side. “I...” she trailed off. She didn't know.
He had not had any sort of relationship in years; the last one he had, the one he did care about for awhile, at least...he would rather had forgotten how that had ended, but he knew his brain would never let him forget.
Not about to do it again...
...Are you even considering that you...
“What?” he asked again, his eyebrows furrowed. She looked nervously off to the side. He snorted laughter.
“I knew I still frightened you.”
She suddenly looked sharply back at him; the eyes had a look at he swore he remembered...back during that incident.
It was he who looked away this time.
“I...” she started. “I think it's both,” she said.
And there it was. After the incident years ago, it seemed both of them had been a bit afraid of what they saw; afraid, and full of sorrow.
Iori's lip curled into a snarl; he did not know what to do right now. Let his instinct take over, or not. He was afraid of what his instinct would do, since he knew what his instinct did most of the time, and he wasn't sure if he wanted it to let it go like this.
His heart continued to pound in his ears, but when her hand cupped his cheek, he felt something similar to what he did that day. She could soothe him somewhat on an almost base, subconscious level. Not a whole lot, but even a little was something he did not feel often, save for a few times when he would play music.
Not sure what was happening, what came over him, or what would happen, he let go.
The next thing he knew he found himself with his lips pressed to hers, and he was not being particularly gentle. He was not harming her, but his kiss was rough, hungry, and almost desperate; his tongue sliding into her mouth as her lips parted.
Athena had no idea this would happen, though she found herself falling into it, slightly wincing under his fingers that slid down her back; Iori's touch was rough, though it was not particularly unpleasant. It would just take a bit of getting used to.
She was not unhappy this happened, but she had no idea where it would go.
Iori wasn't sure either. Suddenly, he went from not wanting to touch her to wanting to do a whole lot of things with her, seemingly all at once. Separating a moment he pushed her down, straddling her with one knee on either side. She looked up at him, her eyes slightly heavy lidded as if she had no idea what to make of this. She was curious, though, and seeing where things would go from here.
“Iori...” she started.
He stopped her with another kiss, even a bit more ferocious than before. She fell into it, wondering what was going through his head. His tongue slid into her mouth, maneuvering around and when the kiss broke, he teased her lips with it, tracing it down her neck so he could kiss and nip at it. He started to bite just a little hard at one point, causing her to squeal.
Iori pulled back. He had lost himself for a moment; her skin was smooth, she smelled good, and it felt rather nice against his lips.
She shook her head. It wasn't that bad...it just had been sudden. She reached her hand up to trace over his lips, his tongue coming out to lick at her fingers.
The feeling made her shudder; she was clearly quite turned from this. The tip of his tongue teased her lips again before tracing back down her neck and chest. He kissed down her neck, a bit roughly, though he forwent using his teeth as he was inclined to do. Athena squirmed a little in his grasp at the feeling of it all.
He continued to kiss her, sucking at her lower lip, sometimes hard enough to make her moan; he half hoped he didn't bruise it or something so she wouldn't have to explain it away.
They both sort of just got to know each other on a more physical level for awhile. Athena was fully into this now, kissing down his neck as he threw back his head and moaned low in his throat. It felt damned good-everything she did-and he finally allowed himself to feel something more than burning rage or just misery in general.
His hands traced over and found her breasts; he traced his thumb around a nipple, feeling it stiffen under his touch. Athena smiled, gasping. Iori leaned in closer to her to trace his tongue down her neck and chest again, rather tempted to begin to tease her breast a little more to see what she would do.
Instinct was a funny thing, as he continued to let it take him over here somewhat. He suspected if he didn't he'd end up leaving the room. He slid one breast out, though didn't remove the bra completely. His fingers started to trace around the nipple again, which had gotten incredibly stiff due to the cool air and his motions.
Dipping his head down, he took it in his mouth and sucked a few moments, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as she squealed. His large hand traced down her side, his nails lightly raking her skin, causing her to squirm, the hair on her neck standing on end.
When he decided to kiss her stomach, she moaned considerably louder.
It felt like they were moving quickly, but they had been at things for a little while, and it wasn't like they were strangers in the first place. Iori just stopped thinking too much, his instinct was running this show at this moment. He teased her stomach with his tongue, kissing lower as Athena's soft moans kept on. It felt extremely good.
Iori slid his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and looked up at her. She giggled, but nodded.
He removed them, her underwear still remaining. He found himself sliding them off as well as he leaned down again, his tongue dancing on her lips. His hand slid down to tease between her legs; she had already gotten quite slick. Soft sounds escaped her, though she seemed just a bit uncomfortable as she squirmed a little as his finger slid inside, though she adjusted to it soon enough. His hands tended to be a bit rough.
Athena was new to this; he was fairly skilled with his hand, tracing his fingers around her folds, noticing how wet she was already. She couldn't help it; they had been at this for a little while now and Iori, for not having done much in awhile, certainly didn't forget anything.
He drew back his hand, sliding a finger into his mouth. Right then and there he decided to slide down and see what his tongue could do for her.
She gasped, instinctively almost holding her legs together...but then let them apart when she saw him looking up at her. She did not mind him doing this, despite never having had it done; it would be a new feeling, and his hot breath was turning her on even more than she already was.
Starting out licking around her outer folds a little, he slid his tongue down and inside of her for a moment before licking her up and down, her moans suddenly escalating. For some time, he flicked his tongue up and down her, feeling her move against him already, her head resting back on the pillow as she bit her lip.
He kept at this, seeing things she may have liked, greatly enjoying how she tasted and how her slick folds felt against his tongue. He pulled back a moment to bite at her thighs; as they were hidden from view he didn't feel as inclined to hold back. She squealed at the feeling; it hurt a little but was also somehow exhilarating.
It did not take him long to delve in, his mouth pressing to her as he began to intensify his actions. He glanced up at her a moment as his hands traced down her sides; a bit roughly, but she was enjoying what his mouth was doing too much to really care at the moment. His hands traced around to her rear as he held her closer so he was able to get more access.
Athena gasped louder at this feeling; it definitely felt amazing. She didn't know what to think; one minute he seemed hesitant, the next, he was letting his instincts take over.
She was correct on this.
He inhaled her scent and growled low in his throat as he continued. He was completely surrounded by her, her legs sliding up onto his muscular shoulders as he licked. One of her hands found his hair; usually someone that disliked having his hair played with, he was fine at the moment. His mind was sort of elsewhere.
No one had been here before, he knew, and it was sort of arousing in and of itself. He could feel himself pressing against his trousers more and more as time went on. He wasn't sure why he decided to do this, but he went with it, getting even more into things as he began to thrust his tongue deeper inside of her, coating it with her slick fluids before bringing his tongue in to swallow and going back again.
She was starting to get louder, moving against him quickly as he decided to tease her clit. He pulled away long enough to lick his wet lips off. Her other hand slid down...and the fingers slid under the collar around his neck.
At this, Iori moaned very low, his eyes taking on a new expression as he bit rather intensely at her thighs a moment, causing her to squeal out, biting her lip...but the endorphin rush she got was rather amazing.
As Athena felt him return to suck at her clit-getting even a bit rough-she cried out, feeling herself getting closer and closer to her climax; this felt exceptionally good. Whatever he was doing was something that she wouldn't mind having done again.
She came with a low cry and he moaned deeply at this; he began to drink her in until the waves passed over her. He pulled back, his mouth soaked as he licked his lips, using his fingers to get a little more off. He sat over next to her, leaving her panting there as he sat cross-legged.
Eventually she sat up, crossing her own legs and shivering; his actions had felt incredible. The bed was damp beneath her and her thighs were quite wet as well. She looked over at him.
“Why...”
He shrugged. He had both of his arms resting on his knees. He licked his lips once.
She smiled softly. “Did you...like it?” She didn't have much of an idea of what to say. She had dated some guys in the past but never really went further than a few kisses or mild groping at best.
He looked over at her, giving her a tiny smile. “Yes.” Truth be told, this was the most enjoyable time he had done this, but he didn't mention that.
She reached over to stroke the skin of his back with her hand gently; he was sweating a bit, despite the air having been on.
He tensed under her touch. She found that strange; he had just gotten done putting his head between her legs for quite awhile, yet still tensed from a basic touch.
Iori shifted, clearly uncomfortable. Athena noticed why, her eyebrows raising.
“You...”
He nodded. He thought that it was a testament to his will he didn't tug himself off right there. He wasn't sure he would have been able to last much longer doing what he was doing.
She leaned back after a few moments. “Come on.” She suddenly wanted to go all the way. She wanted to see where this would take them. She realized it might only be nothing, or maybe they would connect more.
Athena realized now she was definitely falling for him, and that was dangerous. She sort of thought she was even then, but when one's heart literally connects with someone-not just figuratively-it is extremely hard to forget. Her instinct wanted to help him, and she didn't know what else. There was clearly more there that she felt. Not necessarily from just the first time, but as she got to know him more, and spend more time with him.
Iori blinked, though moved to kneel in front of her, freeing his ample member from his trousers and stroking it with his hand. He knew she would be plenty wet from what he just did most like, though he paused for a moment, leaned down, and flicked his tongue around her again for a little more time. She squealed, highly sensitive from her previous orgasm. He wanted to taste her a little again too, he couldn't lie to himself.
He finally sat up, satisfied she was wet enough.
It was all he could do right now to restrain himself. His more fierce side wanted to go back, eat her out for the next hour until she couldn't take it and her fluids were dripping down his chest, and then drive inside of her and fuck her silly until he released, but he did not want to hurt her. He knew that. He couldn't stand the thought of it.
He started to wonder if this was a good idea, until he just decided to finally slide in.
She gasped in light pain; her first time, despite being slick, was going to hurt, she knew. He looked at her a moment. If she wanted him to stop, he could go jerk off in the shower or something, it was no matter to him.
She nodded, a soft smile forming.
Iori let himself settle in some time; he could feel that she would need a few moments. When he felt that she was relaxed, started to thrust; she bit her lip, closing her eyes...but the pain gave way soon enough to pleasure as she began to match his rhythm. Occasionally tensing up when things felt a bit tight, her endorphins were running high so it was mostly pleasurable as time went on.
Athena saw his head bent low, his eyes shut. He was not looking at her. She could sense he was somewhat afraid to.
His fingers raked down her side, though gently...for him. She still suspected there would be a few scratch marks. They continued, Athena finally able to convince him to look into her eyes for just a moment.
The look in his was that of a hungry instinct that she had not seen...though it wasn't menacing. For just a moment...he pressed his forehead to hers and kissed her lightly, wanting some form of a more gentle contact. He pulled up quickly, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting again.
After he had delved into her for as long as he did, he knew he wouldn't take long. A few more quick thrusts, he pulled out, stroking himself off to the side of the bed where he grabbed a towel he had thrown onto the floor.
Athena sat up, unable to even reach him in time before he grit his teeth, finally coming. He continued to stroke a few more times until he felt he was finished, wiping himself off with the clean part of the towel before sitting back. It was an abrupt end, but given that she saw him panting and clenching his teeth she assumed he was finished for a reason.
He absently threw the towel into the washer that sat in the corner and reached over to the nightstand to pull out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one. He took a deep drag and exhaled, looking out the window. He could still smell her on his face ever so slightly, as by the time he was done going down on her his mouth and chin had been covered.
Athena, having recovered, crawled over next to him to sit. She still wore her bra, and he his trousers-they had not bothered to get completely undressed.
“Are you okay?” she couldn't think of anything else to ask.
He looked over at her. “Yeah.” He didn't say much more, but looked back out the window. “I'll be back,” he said, stuffing out the cigarette and heading off to the shower to rinse.
Athena had to sort of process what had just happened. Oh, she was more than willing. It happened rather quickly; it almost felt like both of them had something bubbling beneath the surface for awhile now that finally came out; something that neither really thought about. She had only thought she wanted to help him; she didn't think that she had developed other feelings for him too after all this time, but she supposed she perhaps was trying to ignore the feeling.
She had no idea what was up with him.
Iori came out a few moments later, naked and drying his hair; he simply threw the towel over next to the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans that he grabbed from the floor.
Shaking her head, she stood. She looked at him for a moment before heading off to his rather dank bathroom herself to clean up somewhat; she was left rather wet from the affair, though the ache in her stomach and midsection was pleasant....not to mention the feeling in her chest. While there was still the sorrow-and far too much of it-there was something else there now.
Looking around, the place wasn't dirty, she noticed; it was just...grim, with only a small window high up and a buzzing fluorescent light over the sink. The sink-off to the side-had a mirror, a cabinet with some typical odds and ends, and whatever else one would find. There was no bathtub; the shower simply drained onto the floor. The water was plenty hot though, which she enjoyed.
Coming back out, she saw him leaning his forehead against his arm, staring out the window, a glass of wine in his hand and another cigarette in his mouth.
Sliding her underwear, bra, and shirt back on, she decided to leave the rest of her clothes off for now, unless he decided he wanted to be alone. Athena didn't want to leave him alone; she would respect his wishes of course, but...
She walked up to him, standing next to him a moment. He looked down, the corner of his mouth tugging into a tiny smile. He handed her his wine glass. “Want some?”
Taking a sip, she smiled. “Pretty good.” She looked around at the place, surprised he actually did have some fair taste in things. She handed it back, deciding to stand behind him, wrap her arms around his waist, and rest her head between his muscular shoulderblades. He was close to a head taller than her, but she was able to get comfortable.
He tensed up at this, taking a drag of his cigarette. He began to breathe heavier; it was like ever since his last relationship, and how he had gotten worse. He had trouble here. He knew there could be getting away from it; simply distancing himself from her would do that. He could just leave her here while he went to get some food, or something.
He didn't know why he stayed.
He smashed out his cigarette right on the floor, not bothering to find the ashtray, and slid his large hand down to rest over one of hers after a few moments. His hand was a bit rough against hers, due to his extreme training that he put them through as well as his constant fighting.
She decided to take him over to the bed. She lay down, and he lay next to her, though she positioned his head so it was on her chest.
Iori was incredibly tense still at this. Fucking, he could do that anytime she wanted. If she wanted him to eat her out again, he'd let her sit on his face for however long she could take it.
But this...was different. It was more real.
Athena smoothed his hair down, hoping he would begin to relax-even if it was just a little. He shifted a bit, but stayed in the position; she smiled slightly when he eventually brought his other hand up to rest on her shoulder.
He decided to try to drift off. He figured he'd let her stay like that if she wanted.
It couldn't hurt.
–
He didn't even remember his dreams.
For once.
Iori hadn't slept that soundly in ages. No nightmares. No dreams. No nothing. He didn't know if he had gotten used to the whole entwining spirit mess or whatever the hell it was. Maybe the sex made him sleepy, as it had been about four years since he had actually had sexual contact with anyone that wasn't his own hand. He had no idea, and he didn't care, since sleeping soundly was something he thought he'd never do again.
Athena was still asleep next to him. He had rolled over at some point, his head having come off her chest, though they were still fairly entwined. He sat up, the sort of air of a 'sexual hangover' in the room; he could still somewhat smell it as the window had been closed due to him having put the air on for her.
He decided to crack it for a moment, breathing in. It was raining hard, though still extremely hot out. He suspected there would be thunderstorms today, as the weather had warned. Checking the clock in the corner, it was about five-thirty. He didn't know when he had finally drifted off the night before.
He looked back over at Athena, who had turned onto her side. She was beautiful. He wasn't against allowing himself to enjoy the odd bit of beauty. He just tried to hold back from anything more. He found his hand reaching over to stroke her long hair a few times; it was soft and well cared for.
Iori looked her up and down; she was not very tall, and had a light and agile, though athletic, build. He knew the old man put her and Kensou through a lot of training, though none of the three were particularly large.
He thought back to how he actually did like kissing her yesterday...as well as everything else.
As his mind wandered back, it also sort of clicked in his head that she was indeed dressed in nothing but her underwear right now...and then he felt himself sort of start to press against his trousers again.
Fuck, he thought to himself. He didn't want to go all the way again. Not this soon.
But...
Crawling back over and behind her, he went near her waist again, deciding to slowly kiss down her side as she lie there. She began to stir almost immediately, squirming a bit. She tilted her head up, glancing back at him as she shivered.
She blinked. “Iori?” She looked a little surprised...pleasantly surprised, that was. Did he just...she thought to herself.
Iori continued to kiss down her side and also her back-still very slowly-licking and even biting at her skin. She smelled good, and he started to lose himself a little in trying to turn her on again. He slid off her bra quickly, and one large hand slid around to grasp one of her breasts; his fingers teased her as he continued to make his way down. Athena shivered in his grasp at the feeling of his heavy breaths and everything else, his tongue and lips warm against her skin.
He finally got down around her leg as he rolled her over onto her back. He let his tongue trace down her stomach to her navel...and a bit below. His fingers found the top of her underwear as he made a motion to tug them down; the fact that she helped him rather freely told him that she was more than willing to take part in whatever he had in mind. Running on his instinct again, he slid down lower, kissing her the entire way.
While Iori had never been known to be a romantic, sensitive type, he was particularly good at being sensual. Sure, he hadn't done it in years, but one doesn't forget these things. He looked down, his thumb grazing her mound slowly, before glancing back up.
Athena smiled softly; she was, to be frank, extremely horny this morning. Sleeping in the position they did, and just sometimes waking up sensitive-along with his touch-did that.
Not to mention his actions right now drove her nearly mad. Besides, if he wanted to initiate contact like this, it was just fine to her.
Continuing to let his instinct carry him again, Iori parted her; he could see how wet she was, and her scent did not help the feeling in his trousers get any better. He leaned forward to lick her a few times before grasping her thighs in his powerful hands and holding her there as he began to pick up the pace. He thrust his tongue inside of her several times before pulling it back out to swallow what was on it; after some time pushed his face against her, the wet sounds of his mouth meeting her sex being one of the only sounds in the room besides her moans, the rain, and the quiet air conditioner. She noticed that he was not being particularly light in his ministrations as his breathing became heavier along with her own.
Her moans grew in intensity; between the sensitivity of her when she woke up, along with Iori's near immediate and very intense actions, she aimlessly thought that she was not going to last too long. She would yell out a little louder when she felt his hands reach around to hold her rear tightly and felt him bite again at her thighs; she suspected she would have a few marks there by the time they were done.
Once he sucked hard at her clit again-even nipping a little this time-she squealed, knowing she would likely come again soon, though he seemed to sense this and pulled back ever so slightly to extend it. Her legs slid up around him again, and like yesterday one of her hands found his hair to slide her fingers through it. She let out a loud and shaking moan when she felt him press forward even harder, sucking again at her clit while snaking his tongue inside of her, thrusting it quickly. She came soon after, shaking in his grasp.
He held her around the waist, staying pressed against her, his tongue sliding in and out to better taste everything. His eyes closed, he didn't pull away for another few moments.
He eventually sat her down, his mouth and chin near dripping from that time. Licking his lips off, he moved to sit at the edge of the bed, using his hand to wipe the rest from his face. He wasn't even there that long-perhaps ten minutes, but she seemingly was left more worn out than the first time. The spot where she lay was much wetter than it was yesterday.
Iori didn't know what prompted him to do that...he had just wanted to, and he enjoyed every second; actually getting enjoyment out of something different was something that he was glad for.
He eventually stood, shifting painfully. He was rock hard at the moment and he had to slide it out of the top of his trousers to give himself some breathing room.
“I'll be back,” he said, suddenly. He started to walk off.
Athena blinked. “Don't you...” she started. She took his hand; she somehow wanted to try again from yesterday.
He paused for a moment before pulling it out the rest of the way, setting her on the edge of the bed. Setting one knee next to her as his other leg remained on the floor for support, he guided himself inside; after yesterday, she was left a bit looser, and even wetter from what he just did.
He still gave her some time to get used to it before starting to thrust, Athena's moans growing slightly louder with each. He was already so close that he only needed a few strokes; when he felt himself start to go he pulled out again, yanking the towel he had used to dry himself off yesterday off the ground to once again catch everything. His mood shifted; right now he was torn three different ways, he wanted to give her everything she could want, he was a bit pissed he couldn't last longer due to it having been ages, and he still wanted to push everyone away.
How fucking romantic. That was what, a minute?
Snarling when he was through-mostly due to the sudden frustration, he threw the towel over to the washer again as he sat on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply, though it may have been more in disappointment. At himself, at his inability to clearly do what she wanted. He was able to forget about how long he lasted, as he was so horny from eating her out that he couldn't help it. But everything else still frustrated him.
Yanking a cigarette out of the pack, he lit it. The room certainly smelled of sex now between the two of them. He would need another shower after this. He suspected another hole would appear in the wall.
Sitting next to him as he started smoking, Athena pushed back some of his thick hair. He tensed again, but didn't make much of a move to stop her. She slid her hand under his chin to hold his head over just enough to look at him.
His eyes were somewhere between frustrated, sad, lonely, and angry. As they always were. Sometimes more of one or the other, but that's just how he was.
She leaned in to kiss him lightly on the mouth, not saying anything else. She felt a tug in her chest when he returned it after a few moments, as if to at least try to acknowledge some measure of...something there.
He stood after it broke, walking over to the window to finish his cigarette. Putting it out, he grabbed yet another fresh towel from the battered dresser that sat in the corner.
“I'll be in the shower.” He nodded toward the kitchen. “You can have whatever you want.”
Iori put the water on as hot as he could stand it-which was more than what ordinary people would consider actually reasonable in any way. The steam in the room helped relax him.
He stood under it, washing everything from himself; this morning's rather messy session left him covered in an array of bodily fluids.
He had not done anything like this in years, and he wasn't sure how he felt. Oh, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed everything he did with her. He would certainly do it again. He found Athena attractive-beautiful, even, and he certainly felt somewhat calm around her. Oh, he still thought her ideals silly and that she was likely going to end up disappointed when she discovered that justice was a lie, but he noticed an almost stubborn aspect about how she kept trying to push him ever so slightly open.
He wasn't sure how much he liked that, but he noticed he was halfassed in pushing her away. He didn't do what he did to everyone else, which was snarl and threaten. There was a small part of him that supposed the fact she was stubborn when it came to getting through to him was something he may have actually liked, given his own tendencies to not let certain things go.
Keeping the shower short, he was somewhat calmer afterward. Wandering out with a towel around his shoulders, he didn't bother putting on clothes at the moment, since what was the point. He had just spent roughly forty five minutes of the past six or so hours with his face buried between her legs and a few more minutes up inside of her. Nothing they wore around each other now particularly mattered.
Athena had made tea; he remembered faintly that she had a taste for it, in some discussion way back. While he preferred coffee, he did keep some tea on hand to relax, and he took the cup she offered him. He nodded.
“I...have no idea where you keep your stuff,” she said, a smile on her face.
He shook his head. “Don't worry.” He sipped it, going to find his cigarettes. He was running low and would have to go buy some soon; he thought he only had a pack left. He stood by the window, not bothering moving the towel from his shoulders. It wasn't like anyone could see in, and it wasn't like he'd give a shit if they did.
She still hadn't put on much herself; only her small shirt. She was planning on showering again too before she left...mostly out of necessity, since she had to sort of keep up appearances when she got back.
After a few moments of silence, Iori spoke.
“I guess you'll want to come back.”
“Of course,” she answered matter of factly.
His brow furrowed. “Don't think this is anything right now but what it was.”
She shook her head.
“If you want it again, tell me.” He was fairly blunt. Iori supposed that if she didn't bother him with too many positivity lectures and simply wanted to have a little fun, he was fairly willing to give that. After not having any sort of contact other than his own hand for years, he actually enjoyed it again. There were a few things he sort of wanted to do with her, and he could sort of feel that she was curious in some of her own actions.
Athena laughed at that. “I...maybe. Yes. I mean...” she blushed, clearly flustered at his proposition.
Iori snorted. “I just sat there licking you out for a night and now you blush?”
If there was another flaw that Iori Yagami had besides his murderous tendencies, blood curse, and his general disposition of disliking anything on two legs, it was that he also tended to lack social graces from time to time.
She blurted out laughter. “Well...when you put it that way...”
He rolled his eyes, though he was in no way angry. He wasn't even annoyed; in fact, he was amused.
He had relationships before, though very few. Besides the one he didn't like to think about, the rest were when he was younger, messing about in bands. He didn't really remember anything of those, either.
Iori thought Athena would not be easily scared, though he shook his head. He didn't actually want to start anything. Not again. His mind and his entire self were being pulled too many different ways right now and he wasn't sure he liked that. He considered withdrawing for a few days after this, just to train and play his bass.
Almost as if she could sense his feelings, she took a sip of the tea and smiled sadly. “Let me know when.”
He moved to sit down in his chair before looking up at her.
“Soon.” He actually smirked slightly for a moment. “Might need to try a few things again. Maybe you won't get embarrassed as easy.” He actually leaned forward to nip at her bare thigh with the comment.
Athena actually squealed...and laughed.
Did he just...joke around somewhat?
He didn't move his head for a moment; he stayed, half nuzzling at a thigh, adding a few more bites to it. She still had no underwear on.
His breath was beginning to...do things, she noticed.
Iori, letting his instinct go yet again, discovered that his instinct had apparently really missed sexual contact, particularly the way he found himself sliding over to nip at her mound before moving her leg out of the way. He glanced up at her for a moment before plunging his tongue back into her.
Athena squealed; she was still sensitive and this came completely out of nowhere. She glanced down a moment, seeing him bite at her again, his tongue thrusting quickly. He seemed to want to get her off one more time. He sucked again at her sensitive clit as her legs started to shake; he held her there so she wouldn't fall as she felt herself come after just a few more moments of his pleasure.
Pressing his face there again, he finished her off, swallowing, enjoying the feel of her fluids running down his throat.
As he pulled away-his mouth, chin, and some more of his face glistening-she thought it was actually one of the hottest things she had seen. She swallowed hard as he let her down; he sat over on his chair enough for her to join him there. She looked over at him as he finished wiping off his face with his hand after licking his lips off. He tapped a cigarette out of his pack afterward and lit it.
He was completely naked still she noticed, though given that she only wore her shirt, it wasn't like she had been in a hurry to dress.
After some silence-his large hand actually eventually moving over to rest on hers for a few moments to stroke it before moving it away-she looked over at him.
“Have plans today?”
He looked outside. “No idea. Food.”
Athena smiled. “I could use some of that soon. I should probably get back to the dojo soon though. They're going to wonder where I was all night.” She debated stepping into the shower again just for a few moments, as her thighs and midsection were slick all over again.
“What are you guys doing there? I never did ask.”
“Chin came to meet with Takuma for awhile. We missed some others from here anyway.”
He nodded, finishing the smoke and flicking it out the window; it was raining so hard it was put out almost immediately.
Looking her over again, he really was appreciating not only how she looked, but also how he felt around her. Even that little bit of calm was something he rarely felt.
“I...need some time,” he said, finally. Which he did. Iori had not really done anything like this in years, and he was starting to see-particularly at that moment just now-how easily he was able to be sexually open around her. That little surprise moment was something he had not even done in old relationships, and he didn't know what prompted it.
She looked over, brushing back a little of his hair before standing to get dressed. “I know.”
Iori went to throw some clothes on himself, opting for a pair of reddish jeans instead of leather due to the rain. He would go eat and then come back, maybe to just relax with his bass. After topping it off with his collar, and a reddish tank top- Athena noticed it went rather nice with his hair-and a pair of boots, he pocketed his last full pack of smokes and grabbed what seemed to be a black rain coat off the wall. Athena mused that he looked extremely good in it with his chosen outfit. She had already finished dressing.
“You can stay here until the rain passes. I don't know when I'll be back.” He turned to leave when Athena grabbed his arm for a moment. He turned to look down...and he started to feel uncomfortable again-just a little. Which actually confused the fuck out of him, given everything they had just done the past day.
She pulled him down to give him a light kiss on the mouth. It took him a moment, but he returned it...and even deepened it, letting his tongue lightly slide into her mouth as a hand slid down her back to squeeze, holding her there for just a few moments before breaking it rather suddenly. His strong hand slid up her back and over her shoulder as he stood back up.
He spared her a small smile afterward-it had a rather sad air to it-mostly because he had a feeling he was really unable to do what she wanted right now.
His heart pounding again, he nodded a goodbye and shut the door behind him.
Athena went to go sit in the chair, even stopping to straighten up the towels. She sat, realizing the sad look he gave her was reminiscent of the time he thought he had hurt her those years ago-only he hadn't smiled then.
She looked out the window and trying to figure out exactly what happened over the past twenty-four hours. The ache in her midsection was actually wonderful, her stomach was fluttering more than she had ever felt it, but her heart was still wishing she could help him.
His eyes told the story, and she could tell that while he physically enjoyed everything-like really enjoyed everything-mentally, he was still a mess; constantly trying to keep his rage in check and his id from taking over himself permanently.
I'm not sure if I have an answer here...I guess I'll just have to let it come on its own.
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A/N:
SNK never told us what happened to Iori's ex, or with her. Only that the girlfriend disappeared on his 'likes' section after a short time. I tend to run with that and not try to explain it fully-just in short vague phrases-since I think everyone has their own ideas. Whatever it was, it was probably not a happy time.
This was an interesting chapter to do, as the sex was not particularly soft or loving. It was more primal, more 'harsh'. I couldn't see Iori any other way. His nickname, 'Unbridled Instinct', was something I paid attention to for this, just letting that carry him. I think for him it's almost getting to explore a side of himself he thought he lost. Even then there were attempts to show a little compassion on his side, as the guy isn't a complete monster. He just has a ton of issues.
(and yes, the black long coat and boots are totally from his Another Iori Maniac Striker look in 2000.)
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