Ame Trio Hideout

Being a leader will never be easy, no matter what sort of leader one is. Yahiko knew it very well before he started on his journey, and despite loving his job – saving and protecting people, ending conflicts before they erupted and others of this sort – he found himself growing more tired by the day.

A long-living and always capable leader will always need that one person they can rely on, no matter the situation. For Yahiko, that person was Konan. She had been by his side since the beginning, helped him with every decision he had to take, eased his mind when he felt down or scared, and offered him smile after smile to brighten his days. Yahiko loved Konan. He truly loved her, in more ways than he was aware of.

On the other hand, Konan knew exactly how she loved Yahiko. Truthfully, passionately, dangerously dedicated. If he told her to kill, she would. If he told her to die, she would. If he told her to live, she would. But the one order she waited so patiently to hear from Yahiko – her leader, her childhood friend, the man who irrevocably pierced her heart – was to love him.

Frustrated for no apparent reason, Yahiko threw some papers away. He cupped his face to muffle his scream but the one who had ears to hear him even when silent appeared in the doorframe.

"Another traitor?" Konan asked.

"I'm just so tired, Konan… why can't people simply be good to each other? This world is doomed, no matter how much we try to save it."

Konan loved how often Yahiko used the plural. That was one of the many reasons she always felt she belonged with him.

"You know what, Yahiko? The world isn't that bad. Yes, there are a lot of bad people, but there are even more good people. We've seen them. We've saved them."

He showed his face from behind his palms and sighed.

"Well, at least I have you."

There was sunshine painted on the boy's face whenever he told Konan that. Maybe his orange hair was at fault for the colour on his cheeks but then the tint should've been also orange, not pink, Konan thought.

"You will always have me," she replied with a sincere smile coating her lips. However, as she turned to leave and give Yahiko some room to breathe, he called her back.

"Could you… give me a hug, please?"

Yahiko was that type of strong, powerful man who knew how to be gentle to others, but he never appeared soft. Well, except in front of that purple-haired woman around whom his world spun.

“Of course,” she replied.

One foot in front of the other, she reached by his side in no time. Her intention was to wrap her arms around his shoulders and hug his back to her belly, but Yahiko had other plans. He turned around with the chair and was the first to wrap his arms around Konan’s lower body. His cheek was pressed to her breasts and he closed his eyes in an instant. Taken by surprise, but not disappointed, she hugged his head and caressed his messy hair.

“Is everything ok?”

The young man was too caught up in his feelings to reply vocally, so only a nod of his head has been enough. Konan continued to graze his scalp gently, her fingers spread in a pulse matching the breaths that raised her chest. She closed her eyes too, indulging in such an intimate and vulnerable position, happy that she could at least experience that, if something more wasn’t plausible.

However, from the docile way his hands caught at each other’s wrist to encase Konan’s body, Yahiko moved them up her back, all the while he shifted his head to gaze at the woman. His chin rested at the bottom of her sternum and his eyes pierced right through hers when she met them.

“What is it?” Konan asked, pausing the fondling.

“I want you.”

Neither one of them expected to hear those words. Even though he was their owner, the words made Yahiko blush instead of Konan, who only lowered her palms to cup his cheeks.

“You have me, Yahiko. You know I would do anything you command,” she replied, giving Yahiko a chance to think twice and change his mind in case his mouth spoke without permission.

“Not like that…” he said and looked to the side, leaning his face in one of the soft palms. “I want you to be mine, Konan. To tell you what’s eating at my soul, to hold you… kiss you… have you…”

The more he talked, the lower Yahiko’s tone went. His cheeks were plain red by now and he fumbled with the woman’s clothing behind her back. On the other hand, his sweet confession didn’t make Konan nervous; it actually reassured her. Reassured her of the reason Yahiko’s heart beat that fast, of the meaning of that look in his eyes whenever they were alone in a room, of the warmth of his hand whenever it briefly touched her.

“You have me, Yahiko,” she repeated as she lifted his chin to press their lips together.

From the moment he tasted her mouth, Yahiko changed completely. His hands grasped the woman’s body vigorously and he made room for it on his lap. The chair was most uncomfortable, though, and it forbade the free movement they longed for, so it got abandoned quickly, in the favour of the floor.

Not long after their tongues got acquainted, the kiss became rougher and hotter. Hotter were the surroundings as well; hot enough for the two to tug at each other’s clothes, desperate to remove all barriers which stood in front of their love. Yahiko’s cloak was the first to reach the floor. His shirt then followed and as he worked on untying Konan’s clothes, she covered his eyes with her palm.

“What are you doing?” Yahiko asked, chuckling.

“Let me help you relax,” Konan whispered, tracing thin lines with her fingertips both on his eyelids, and at the base of his neck.

Without further words, the leader let himself be taken care of. He insisted only to pull Konan’s cloak off her shoulders, a gesture to which the girl agreed, secretly proud of herself to have chosen to be bare underneath. From the briefest touch of his fingers, he figured out that her chest was exposed. He fondled the breasts, traced their bottom roundness, flicked the perky buds with his thumbs, but essentially he remained blind to the view. Konan did not allow him to look. As she rolled her hips on top of him, her hand over his eyes did not waver. She kissed his open mouth a few times, moaned whenever his touch was a bit rougher, but made sure to keep his sight concealed, to enhance the other senses.

Using only one hand, Konan guided Yahiko’s under the clothes that still hid her bottom. She squeezed her own buttocks using the man’s hand, showing him what she wanted. She’s been dying to do that for a while – tell him, show him, ask from Yahiko the same love she wanted to offer him. Soon, Yahiko’s remaining clothes became a nuisance, and, funny enough, both of them reached to untie his pants. A common laughter followed, but it was low enough not to leave the enclosure.

“I don’t remember whether you closed the door or not,” Yahiko whispered.

“I don’t remember when I cared about the others,” Konan replied.

Yahiko laughed again. He was the leader, after all. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, but that wasn’t the problem. Instead, he didn’t want anyone else but him to see Konan naked. Despite his slight frown and those thoughts, Yahiko got too drunk on how she felt on the inside to care about the rest of the world. For once, Yahiko only cared about himself and the woman in his arms.

They made slow love to each other. Paid attention to every inch of their bodies, and kissed endlessly. Even though they have been together for almost their entire lives, nothing compared to those moments when they became one. Jittery warm breaths exited their mouths and mixed in the small space allowed between their faces. Initially meant to be relaxed, their body muscles were all contracted as the momentum increased in speed.

By the end, when the tension was reaching its peak, both of them could hear their names escaping from the other’s mouth, in a whisper, every syllable full of love and appreciation. Yahiko wished to press his forehead to hers, to withhold the tension in his lower body but, on his lap, Konan was taller than him, had control over him, and he loved it. She was there with him, for him and only him, yet he wanted her even closer, so Yahiko tightened his hold around her and glued his face to her chest when he finished. His powerful groan eclipsed Konan’s prolonged mewl, but when they came back down from the high, they could hear both their voices.

“How are you feeling?” Konan asked.

She twirled a strand of orange hair between her fingers, as she leaned with her chin on top of Yahiko’s head.

“Happy,” he responded.

She thought he would say pleased, or consumed, yet Yahiko resorted to his emotional side like he did every time he talked to Konan. She smiled and rubbed her cheek on his head.

“How do you feel?” The boy asked in return.

“Loved.”

Yahiko’s heart had been beating fast during the intercourse – as it was normal to do so – but even after the waters calmed down, Konan’s answer spiked his heart rate.

“Good. Because I love you.”

“I know you do, Yahiko. I love you too, but I feared we will never get to tell it to each other.”

To erase any doubt that could have resided in the girl’s soul, Yahiko looked up at Konan, offered her that one special smile which he only showed to her, and then kissed her. Just like the first one, that kiss was meant to tell a thousand words, a thousand promises and I love yous, and Konan heard them all in the silent touch of their lips. There was no need to worry any longer, they ended up together.