He pushed her hard against the wall as she grabbed his scarf, pushing him towards her and landing her lips on his. He angled his head, sloppily moving his lips against hers, slowly at first, making her beg for more. She winced inwardly at the way her body reacted to him, pressing itself to his bare torso. He responded and deepened the kiss, nibbling her lower lip as if asking for permission, which she gladly gave. He was hungry now, and she yelped when he moved his hands to her hips, squeezing them. Hers, in turn, left his scarf to tug at his hair, impatiently.

She started to tremble as a familiar heat accumulated in her lower belly, her knees almost buckling beneath her, when he embraced and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he leaned all his weight on her to keep balanced, her back pressed to the wall. He left her now swollen lips to explore his neck, leaving before a trail of kisses along her nose, cheeks and jaw.

With his head under her nose, she realized he smelled good. Too good. Her Yato instincts had kicked in long ago, and she couldn't help but to smell his lust. He wanted her just as bad as she wanted him.

He unclasped both the bottoms of her cheongsam with one hand, keeping her up with the other. Disentangling his scarf from his neck, Kagura threw it to the floor and started kissing the nape of his neck. The man grunted in approval as his head went further down her body. Her clothing was starting to get in the way.

She felt hot, hazed and light-headed, the room around them completely blurred. She could only see him, smell him, feel him. Her heart was erratic, beating faster with every passing second, and she was panting hard. Why the hell was she so affected by him? This was not fair. She needed more, and she needed it now.

"So- Sougo..." Now that had been a mistake. Calling him by his name. It was barely a whisper, but it was enough to stop him dead in his tracks. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, questioningly, and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were clouded, filled with lust, desire and something else she could not put her finger into. She held his gaze, blushing furiously, and she hated herself for being so weak against him. He really knew how to disarm her. But she couldn't do anything about it. She felt safe in his arms, she felt at home. A feeling she thought that had disappeared a long time ago. She actually only felt when the former Shinsengumi captain was involved, so she had decided to grab onto that something that brought warmness and a feeling of belonging to her. Even if he didn't have a clue about it, she had enough with that for the moment.

She was brought back to reality when he claimed her lips again, and she melted against him. He had said tonight was her night, just because, but she was more than willing to give her whole being to him. Not that he needed to know that, but she had decided it a long time ago, when she was left with nothing left to lose.

She held firmly onto him as he removed her cheongsam a bit more, leaving her shoulders and bra exposed. A moan escaped her lips when he bit the skin around her collarbone, and she couldn't help but to arch her back towards him, exposing more flesh. He continued kissing her, all the way down to her bosom. She was biting her lip now, trying to suppress the sounds. He reached for her back and unclasped her strapless bra. It fell to the ground and she buried her face in his hair when he massaged her right breast with his hand, kissing the other and making her writhe.

"Aah..."

He smirked onto her.

"Don't hold back, China. I know this feels good."

She tried to answer to make him shut his mouth, but her brain was not cooperating with her, trying to register all the pleasure she was feeling. She opted then for sinking her nails in his back, leaving marks everywhere. He was now biting her nipple, playing around, and she decided enough was enough.

"S-sadist, now."

He looked at her again and, waiting no more, removed her cheongsam completely, tossing it to the side along with her panties. She held onto his neck, tightening her legs around his torso so he could use his hands to get his pants off. He was aroused, and she felt the excitement flooding through her.

He grabbed both her legs and kissed her again. Then, without another warning, he thrusted into her.

Kagura welcomed the feeling moaning into his mouth, and he hissed in response. He set a slow pace, letting her adjust, but she was already familiar with him, so she rocked her hips against his to let him know she wanted more. He fastened the pace as he went back to her breasts, and the girl bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. The room had thin walls, and they didn't want anyone interrupting them.

'Oh, god. Oh my god.'

She felt the tension accumulate, her eyes shut as beads of sweat run down her face. Sougo hoisted her up even more, and her head fell backwards as his thrusts got deeper.

As her lower half started to clench, she remembered a conversation she had had a long time ago.

"He really is a good lover, he's not called a god for nothing. And when I say god, I'm referring to every single meaning of the word."

"... he never sleeps twice with the same girl, though..."

"And he's kind of cold."

Memories of that time and memories of him filled her head, and she embraced him, feeling his hot breath tickling her neck. She was reaching her limit, and she rocked her body a few more times before letting herself go loose. He followed her right away.

He leaned into the wall, touching his forehead to hers. They were both breathing hard, and she collapsed against him, closing her eyes and circling her arms around his back. After regaining his breath, he turned them around and lowered himself to the floor, sitting there and letting Kagura straddle him, his back to the wall. She was still breathless. He had outdone himself this time and she didn't have the strength to pull away -nor that she wanted to do so, anyways-, so she rested her head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling it with her nose and accommodating herself, wishing he wouldn't push her away.

"Feeling tired already?" His tone was teasing, and his voice was husky.

"Shut up."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

He let her be. Placing his hands in the small of her back, he stroked her hair absentmindedly. The girl, still embracing him, sighed in contentment and smiled sadly to herself.

'You're not making this any easier, stupid sadist.'

She vaguely wondered then if those statements from before were true, or if it was her the "lucky" one.

He was a good lover, of that she was sure. To hell if he didn't make her feel good. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her. It was like a new world opened to her everytime they're together.

This wasn't, however, their first night together, nor the second or the third. She had lost count a long time ago.

And if this was cold, then she didn't know what hot would be like. He always paid attention to her when it came to this, almost in a caring way, making sure she enjoyed it as much as he did. He had always given everything to her, pleasuring her in every possible way. And yet...

Could she use the word tender for the way he treated her? Was this what he did to all the other girls before her, or was she different? Was she special? She didn't know. She didn't want to know.

They said he always left when he was done but, here he was, as always, with her.

She liked to think things were special between them, even if it was just during these moments of intimacy. Outside, they were complete strangers. Long gone were the loud, obnoxious girl and the sadistic guy who had been ready to fight with each other. Long gone were the innocent moments. In the crumbled place the world had become, they had found comfort in each other arms. She had been torn to pieces. And he had been able to make her whole again. Somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love with him. People said it was impossible to share a bed with someone without feelings getting in the way at some point. Not that anyone knew about this, hell no, she had just heard it at Otose's when she had been younger. It had proven to be true for her, but the man embracing her seemed unfazed by it.

He always kept a straight face around her, while she was hardly ever able to keep a blush from spreading across her cheeks. She was the best when it came to ignore him, though, when they were with other people. The last thing she needed was to have someone meddling between them. She was glad Tsukuyo had never asked why she spent half of the nights God knows where. And she was even more glad that that stupid, too-smart-for-his-own-good Mayora had kept his mouth shut when he had guessed what was happening between the sadistic assassin and the stoic girl.

She sighed again, her eyelids starting to drop.

She wanted this moment to last forever. It didn't matter that he had no feelings for her, or that he used this as a way of letting out his pent up emotions, or that he would never know she had fallen -hard- for him. Because Kagura was completely in love with him. She just wanted to stay with him, she wanted to forget all the problems that waitded for her outside this room, and she wanted to feel alive.

That was the effect he had on her. She made her feel alive, free, happy.

She lowered her head and listened to the beating of his heart, now steady. It was soothing, and it reminded her that he was alive too. When his breath became even, she knew he had fallen asleep. She stretched an arm and grabbed one of the futons folded on the tatami floor, wrapping them both with it. She cuddled up in his chest and whispered the three words she would never be able to tell him as she fell asleep.

"I love you."

Hey there! Just wanted to say this is my first fic ever. Feel free to tell me any kind of mistakes, because I'm not an English native speaker. And constructive criticism is always welcomed!

I took inspiration to write this from the amazing fic Filling the Void by Aeneid -go and read it, it's incredible-.

I hope I'll be able to write from here onwards on a regular basis!

Kisses!