FIC: "Ritual" (1/1) Yuriko/Stryker X2 [R]
- Title: "Ritual" (1/1)
Author: Melancthe (melancthe@...)
Characters: Yuriko, Stryker
Summary: Yuriko has a familiar encounter ... or is it as familiar as
Annoying. That's what it was. Taking out the garbage, poking through
her things. She wondered if it was being startled that had made her
so upset. Yuriko hated being startled.
Suddenly she paused, and a slight frown crossed her face. The back of
her neck tingled and itched, as if flesh was healing. She'd felt this
before, these moments that were an odd combination of self-awareness
and confusion. They usually faded, but she always found herself
fighting the return to the state that she had dubbed "normality". She
heard the familiar sound of her office door opening, but her
consciousness seemed oddly distanced from the noise. Her body felt
different, as if she was super-aware of every nerve in it.
Suddenly she sensed someone behind her.
"Yuriko", a familiar voice said. "It's time."
"William." She closed her eyes and stood up, knowing what would come
next. It was a familiar ritual. Sometimes she wanted to scream and
fight him. She'd thought about it but, no matter how much she wanted
it, she couldn't stop herself giving in to him. It was as if she'd
become an observer in her own body, unable to do anything but
acquiesce to his desires. At other times, she found herself craving
his touch, the joy of contact with someone, even if he was only using
her for his own pleasure. Those were the times that scared her the
An arm went around her throat, and warm breath caressed the sensitive
skin of her neck. The tingling turned into a sharp pain as a rough
beard scraped over what felt like a raw wound., and she gasped out
loud. He skin was extra-sensitive, like she'd rarely felt it before.
She felt Stryker tense and pull away slightly as he heard her cry.
His fingers ran over the sore spot, soothing and comforting. They
followed the contours of her neck, all the way up into her hairline,
then pulled out the elastic band that held her hair in a severe
ponytail. Her hair fell over her shoulders in a thick mass of
darkness. Yuriko opened her eyes, confusion building. Why was he
being so gentle? This was not part of the ritual.
She felt his hands slide forward to her front, seeking out the
buttons on her jacket. With surprising ease, the buttons were undone,
and his hands slid up to caress her throat. She swallowed nervously,
her confusion vying with the growing arousal stimulated, in part, by
the unexpected awareness of her body that she had been experiencing
earlier. His hands pulled the jacket from her shoulders and it fell
to the floor in a soft heap. With expert fingers, he undid the clasp
on her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. She leaned back
into his embrace, feeling his obvious desire pressing against her as
he buried his face in the softness of her hair. This was all so
different. There was something that felt wrong about it all, the
kindness alien to his nature, but she could not stop her body
responding to his touch.
She reached down and undid the top button on her grey pants, then
pulled the zip down. Sliding her hands over her hips, she pushed the
fabric down and it joined the jacket in a heap on the ground. His
breathing was ragged as he pushed her forward onto the desk. The
metal was cold against her skin, but she closed her eyes
submissively. She felt her legs being parted and the warmth of his
arousal penetrating her. His movements were smooth, aided by the
sudden flood of moisture from her. The back of her mind continued to
wonder about this unexpected change, but the rest of her was focusing
on her desire. The heat inside her was close to exploding. As the
force of her orgasm overwhelmed her, the strangeness of the situation
bothered her no longer. As if at a distance, she heard him gasp aloud
and the flood of his climax burst from him. He collapsed forward on
her, his weight comforting.
Then the weight was removed. Yuriko continued to lie prone on the
desk, enjoying the unexpected afterglow. She heard the sounds of
fabric rustling as clothes were straightened, then footsteps headed
off into the distance.
Stryker shut the heavy door behind him. The heat of his exertions had
made him flushed, but he smiled to himself as he walked down the
corridor. For a brief moment, his eyes turned an unnatural yellow,
and then reverted to their normal colour as he opened the glass door
and headed up the stairs. The night was always an adventure for a