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Ever since the cat died, Shinobu clings to him. She was shaken in the aftermath of its death, clinging to him all night long, but he thought it would pass. But it hasn’t. She seems a little needier than before, a little quicker to curl in tight against his chest when they lie in bed at night. He’s never been particularly good at faking the kind of affection expected of him, but he’s gotten a little more practice around Shinobu. At least her own standards seem to be low. From what he’s gleamed, Kosaku was a cold and cowardly man, the kind of powerless person who locked cats out of houses and would go into a silent sulk when upset.
How pathetic. Taking his life had been as simple as taking his face. How fortunate for Kira that he picked such an empty shell of a man. Stepping into his role had been easy.
Perhaps too easy. While he was relieved that his actions never seemed to arouse any suspicion in Shinobu, he’s found himself with another problem instead. The woman - his ‘wife’ - is taken with him. She flirts, she smiles, she sets her head on his chest and she rests easily with him, unaware of how his hands long to simply wrap around that slim neck of hers and strangle, strangle, strangle until her mouth drops open and her face is as blue as the delicate little veins that run along the insides of her wrists.
His fingernails are too long. He feels them scratch against her skin now and then as she shifts in his arms. Before the cat, they sleep on opposite sides of the bed. But since then, she’s crept onto his side of the bed. Each night that he lies down, he finds her moving closer to him, her body seeking his out. Her face is pressing against his chest and he can feel the heat of her body through his pajamas. The thin cotton does nothing to dull her touch. And she insists on making soft little sounds on the edge of sleep, sometimes just sighs but sometimes...
“Kosaku…” She mumbles softly against his chest. Her breath is warm. One of her hands is resting on his side, those delicate fingers pressed into the slit between his shirt and his pants. He can feel her fingertips against his skin. How many hands has he felt over the years? And yet, they’ve never been this warm. Her heart still beats and rather than the familiar cold of the dead, he feels the blush of heat resting against him.
Kira feels the impulse to raise his hands from her hips, to slide them over her neck. The first rises, coming to rest on her long loose hair. He strokes an open palm down it, feeling how soft it is, how it grows thin around the nape. Kira’s hand touches the back of her neck and follows the curve of her spine down to the knob at the base of it. His fingers press down and he rubs against it, imagining what it would feel like to bring his fist down on it, to feel the bone creak and then snap.
Her skin is very soft. She must moisturize. He knows she takes very good care of her hands. He’s seen the cream on the bedside table. Kira’s watched her slather it over her hands at night before going to bed. But she forgot to do so tonight. He just realizes that now. Kira’s been so distracted with her her touches and little noises.
“Shinobu, you forgot your hand cream.” He tells her. She looks at him with those big eyes of hers. Her face is warm and her lips are parted slightly, but she doesn't say anything. Kira waits for her to understand and when she doesn’t, he moves his hand from her neck and presses it over the hand on his hip. “Your skin will get dry.”
The pink in her face grows brighter. “Oh. I didn’t remember after everything. But… I’m too comfortable to move.” Her eyelids slide to half-wide, looking up at Kira in a way that makes him feel very strange. It must be anxiety. He’s afraid of being discovered by her.
What would a good husband do? He wants her to treat her hands. They need to stay smooth. But he can’t order her to do that, not when she’s been crying over that cat. She might cry even more. He makes up his mind, taking his hand off hers and reaching over Shinobu to grab the bottle of hand lotion. She makes a little shocked sound and rolls over onto her back, and then he’s leaning over her, his body pressed against hers.
“Kosaku…” She says the name again, and her hands go up to touch his face. Kira forgets about the lotion, his eyes locked on her fingers as they approach. They’re such good hands. He wants so badly to show her his true self. Those hands would look lovely in the bath with him. Those hands would tuck so nicely into a lunch bag. Those hands would taste nice in his mouth…
He turns his face to the side and, without thinking, he parts his lips and darts his tongue out. Her skin has a wonderful smooth texture to it, so whisper soft that his tongue barely catches as he sweeps it over her skin. Shinobu sucks in a breath of air but her hands stay still and slightly curled, hovering right by his face. Kira nudges his face against her right hand and he presses his lips to her palm, tasting the soft meat of her hand. It’s sweet and a little salty, firm under his teeth and warm. It’s been so long since he had his mouth on a hand of any kind that wasn’t his own.
He’s never had a hand in his mouth that was still alive. It’s… different.
“Oh,” Shinobu doesn’t pull her hands away. They stay still, falling open as Kira lets his mouth travel along her hand, following it into the valley of her palm and then creeping up against, his mouth moving up the long stretch of fingers. Her nails are neat and tidy and he draws them into his mouth, moving his tongue over their smooth edges. She must use a nail file to buff them down each time she clips them. He thinks of the file moving over the nail, gently sanding them to a polished finish and his body responds eagerly.
Beneath him, Shinobu is a pleased shade of pink. Kira feels his face heating up as well. He’s responding to her, mimicking her own condition. It must be an automatic on his part. He needs to protect himself by acting the part of a good husband.
He draws more of her into his mouth and he sucks hard on her fingers, feeling them fill his mouth. They rest on his tongue, so smooth, so delicate, so tender. He bites at them gently, careful not to break the skin. They flex in his mouth and that’s new. There’s something so different about feeling them react to the touch of his tongue. He licks along the pads of her fingers and presses his tongue against them, then slips down again and sucks on her hand, his tongue pressing between the base of her fingers. Her pulse can be felt there where the skin is thin. Shinobu’s heart is pounding so quickly.
The hand that’s not in his mouth drops to his chest. Her fingers skirt down his top, pressing against the buttons as she makes her way down. Kira’s leaning over her, pinning her to the bed by accident. All he meant to do was grab the hand cream, and now he has her fingers deep in his mouth and skirting down his chest. The pause as they reach the bottom of his top, her nails pressing lightly against his stomach where the shirt’s lifted up ever so slightly. And right below her hands, his hard cock presses against his pants.
It’s the hand in his mouth. Even alive, he can’t help it. They’re so perfect. Shinobu’s hands are lovely. In another life, he would have killed her and spent weeks with them, taking his time to get to know every last line of them, every perfection and imperfection. Now-
Now he’s still learning that, though her hands are still attached to her, and to the rest of her body. Her hand is still hesitating and he knows what he wants. He wants her to touch him. Kira wants that hand moving over him. He wants to feel flesh and blood for once in his life instead of the usual cold touch of his lovers. Kira slips his mouth off her fingers, and a line of spit remains between his lips and her fingertips, connecting them for a moment. Shinobu looks at them and her mouth drops open into a soft moan, her face going even redder.
The line breaks and Kira kisses her fingertips again. “Touch me,” He demands, and she moves in an instant, her hand slipping into his pajama bottom. Kira closes his eyes and he focuses only on how it feels to have her hand around him. Her grip is good - better than the other hands usually. He adores them but Kira has to help them touch him in the ways he likes. But Shinobe is perfect, light on the top and tightening as she pushes down to the base of his cock, then releasing and repeating.
“And me,” Her lips are soft and pink and inviting. They part and her tongue darts over her lower lip as her hand strokes him. “Touch me too.”
It would be bad not to return the favour. She would stop, and she would notice things, and she might ask questions. It’s only sensible then to push her nightgown up and over her hips. Her thighs spread for him and he catches a glimpse of her - neatly trimmed hair, pink lips - in the dark of the room. He sets a hand on her vagina and she shivers at the touch of him. Shinobu seems so pleased, even as his hand just rubs over that secret place between her thighs. Her hand is on him. His hand is on her.
When he pushes two fingers between her lips, he feels how wet and warm she is, how eager. She squeals a little, a noise he once found irritating, and now… now he finds it charming to hear such a breathy sound meant just for him. Kira’s never liked it until now, but maybe it never sounded quite so much like pain? That must be it. It sounds like he’s hurting her, that’s why he enjoys it. So he coaxes another out of her as his fingers slide along her vulva, the pads of his fingertips dragging up until he finds the clitorous. Kira knows the instant he has because she reacts so openly, her mouth falling into an ‘oh’ and her eyes going big again.
He wonders if Kosaku ever saw his wife look like this. Then he dismisses it. It doesn’t matter. It only matters what Kira sees. And now he sees Shinobu spread out beneath him, the long line of her throat arching up and begging to be squeezed tight. He slides his free hand through her hair and down to her neck, pressing his palm over her throat. Her hand squeezes him tighter and his mouth opens wide and her other hand presses in again, three fingers gliding over his tongue.
Shinobu’s hand is in his mouth. Her hand is in his pajamas, holding to his cock. His hand is inside of her, stroking her clit. His hand is on her throat. Kira sucks on her fingers. He tightens his hand around her neck, just to see those eyes pop even wider. Her breath rattles lightly and her hips hitch up against his fingers. Shinobu tightens her grip on him, her hand stroking along the shaft faster. It feels so good.
“In me,” She begs, his voice rasping as her throat tightens. “Please. I- I want you in me.”
Kira pinches her clit and squeezes, just to feel her hips buck up against him. His mouth sinks down deep on her fingers until she’s as deep as he can stand, her fingers against the back of his throat. His lips wrap around the base and he feels her nails touch a little too deep and his eyes flutter at the sensation. He might choke on them, just as she’s choking with his hand on her throat.
He pulls back, his hand loosens up from her throat and it comes off entirely. Kira pushes his bottoms down, freeing his cock. Her hand gives him one last squeeze before she brings it up and wraps it around his waist, her fingers digging into the flesh there. His cock twitches eagerly, and then he’s pushing her thighs wide and fitting his hips to her, and he slides himself inside-
“Shinobu,” He moans out her name, a mess of wet syllables around the hand in his mouth. Kira can’t believe how good this is, how tight and hot and wet she is around him. It’s so different from his time with his hands. It’s not the same, but he’s glad it isn’t. He’s glad because it’s a different kind of good. Her pussy clenches around him on all sides, equal pressure as she squeezes tight. He sinks into her and she makes a sound like she’s dying, like he’s killed her, and his hips shove forward just to hear that sound again.
One hand grips her waist tight, just as she grips his. The other goes back to her throat and he squeezes and her fingers slide deeper into his mouth until he feels her knuckles pressing on his lips, until he’s gagging on them, until his eyes are wet and his throat fights to swallow the fingers deep in his throat. There’s so much stimulus rushing in on all sides, leaving him a confused and distracted mess. He’s forced to pull off her hand, just as he’s forced to loosen up on her throat. Her fingers slide out, glistening and wet and so beautiful to see. His free hand digs into the bed and he fucks her hard, both of them desperately pulling in air that they missed.
“Kosaku, Kosaku!” She calls the wrong name but he doesn’t mind. It’s him who’s doing this to her. Kosaku is dead and Kira is in his bed, fucking his wife, thrilling her in ways that he never could. He takes her hand, he kisses it, his mouth opening her palm to run his mouth over the insides of it. Kira kisses along the valley, along the thick flesh covering the metacarpus, sucking it between her mouth and biting at them. They’re so pink and when he sucks, they flush brighter. His hips thrust down and Shinobu wraps her legs around his, her hips clenching tight. She’s flushed too underneath him, both of them flush and sweating. “Please, Kosaku, I’m so close!”
Close… He should help her come. He wants to hear her. Kira strokes a hand over her hair and then pushes it between their bodies, his thumb seeking out her clit. She’s only gotten wetter since he pushed into her, and her clit feels plump and soft. It reminds him of the meaty bit of her palm just below the thumb and he rubs down hard against it, the way his tongue moves over that part of her hand. His eyes look down at her from just over the edge of her hand and he feels something he’s only rarely felt before.
Kira feels truly possessive of this woman. He wants to keep her. All of her. He wants that throat to squeeze. He wants her hands to touch and kiss whenever he likes. Kira wants to fuck her like this, to see her so undone and to listen to those soft pained sounds she makes. He wants to break her like this, in a way that means he can do it again and again and again, forever and ever. Kira wants to keep her all to himself.
Those eyes of hers are so wide. Her thighs squeeze tight and she makes the most wonderful sounds, the noises of a woman who is dying. She cries out again and again and he feels her clench around him as she comes for Kira. Shinobu comes just for Kira and no one else. He groans and he buries himself in her body, feeling every spasm from her, every shake and quiver that runs through her body. It feels so good. All of it feels absolutely divine.
Kira thrusts and sucks on her hand, pulling her fingers back into his mouth. He pulls his fingers out of her pussy, and means to bring them to his mouth. But halfway there, she catches his wrist. She looks up at him then, face so red and eyes so wide-
And she brings his fingers to her mouth, pulling them into her mouth. Kira stares and watches as she sucks on his fingers. Her tongue slides across the underside of his fingertips and then over them, along the edge of his nails and up, until her tongue pushes against his cuticles. Her lips seal around his fingers and she sucks on them, her mouth bobbing up and down slightly, and Kira can only stare, feeling his cock react to the sight. She squeezes around him and her mouth sucks-
Kira comes just like that, her hand in his mouth, his hand in her mouth, his cock buried deep inside of her. He groans and his eyes go wide but he never takes them off his fingers in her mouth. His hips spasm and hitch forward and then come to a stop and- it’s the first time he’s ever come inside of someone. It’s the first time sex has ever been like this before. He can barely think. His mind is shattered and blown, focused only on the sight of her mouth on his hand.
She gently pulls her lips off of his hand and, just as sweetly, she takes her fingers out of his mouth. Her arms go around his shoulders and she draws him near, pulling his head so it tucks against her chest. Her small breasts press against him and he smells the sweat dripping on them both. Kira’s cock is softening inside of her but he stays where he is, still in Shinobu. Her hands slide through his hair, rubbing over his scalp with those nails of hers and he groans again. It’s too much.
“Was it good for you too? It’s never been like that before. You’ve never been like this before.” She says and he feels a small ice pick in his heart. Shinobu knows. She knows- But her arms just squeeze tighter. “I love this. I love you. I love you so much. You’ve become the husband I always dreamed I’d have.”
He relaxes somewhat and he lifts his head to look at her. Kira smooths a hand over her forehead and her hair, looking down at her. “You’re the only wife for me.”
It’s the truth. He’s never wanted this. But, he thinks with Shinobu, he’s found something that suits his needs. Kira’s finally found someone worth sharing a quiet life. He kisses her and gently pulls out of her, and she gasps softly into his mouth when he does, a little pained noise that he gratefully swallows whole.
Yes, with Shinobu, Kira has finally stumbled across a disguise that he knows will last.