Dancing On a Razor's Edge (M)

Madrigal had just arrived in his hotel room, it was a place Sayuri had shown him too. However unfortunately she'd had to leave him at the door. Which was fine, he could check in himself. He didn't really mind. He decided to splurge a bit and paid for a few days in a penthouse suite. He still had money from his time as a crafter and drug dealer. Not only that but he had more funds from the mission he had done at the Heavenly Emporium too. He could afford it for a while with no issues before being assigned housing. Even then, he'd probably just end up staying with Sero and his crew in their cave anyway. He had all of the natural survival knowledge to probably make the place a fully liveable place for the entire group and he would put it to good use. For now though, he was going to enjoy the comforts of a fine few nights in an extremely expensive hotel. He had left instructions at the desk to give Sayuri a key to his room when she arrived. She would have to check the front desk for his room number anyway.

Opening the door would reveal a light brown hardwood floor with a large, and comfortable looking bed against the back wall. A stocked wet bar stood to the right and a couple of chairs sat not too far from it with a table nearby them. Comfortable rugs decorated the floor and the lighting in the room was subdued in favor of a more natural light from outside. Which there was plenty of. The entire left wall was glass with a doorway that opened up immediately to a large hot tub. The hot tub wasn't on the balcony, it WAS the balcony, with a small three step stair way leading down from the door. A towel rack stood just inside of the door with clean towels and the view from the room was stunning. Being on the top floor gave an impressive view of the surrounding metropolis, however the view was even better in the distance. A cove was clearly visible with a beautifully lush mountain visible. It offered a wonderful view of both modern and natural surroundings. Stepping in and placing a scroll of things on the bar. It held his clothes mostly, he would take a deep breath as he looked at the view.

He stripped down and crawled into the bed first, his weary body and mind needing rest for a time and besides. There was no telling how long Sayuri would be at the meeting for. He would nap for a bit before waking up and enjoying a soak on that hot tub. He lay down and considered his future, he was hopefully soon to become a Kirigakure shinobi, and that would make this village his permanent home. Which is exactly what he had wanted. He would have a great deal to prove to them when that happened. However he was ready, and he felt more than up for the challenge. He slept for an hour or so, before waking up, his mind weary, but restless with events to come. Joining Kirigakure, being watched and evaluated, potentially a rank evaluation as well from whoever ran the military. Not to mention Sayuri. That was something far more imminent and he didn't quite know how to deal with her yet. Either way, he would get out of bed, naked as the day he was born and pad over to the door to the hot tub. There was no building as high nearby so privacy wasn't an issue and the bottom of the pool was stone so there was no accidentally giving a show to anyone. He stopped down into the pool and worked his down to the other end on the building side. The tub was a rectangle with the long side going the distance of the entire wall and the small sides going out about five meters before a glass safety window would prevent accidental falling without losing any of the view. Once he reached the far side he settled into the hot water and sighed in relaxation and enjoyed the view before him, the setting sun painting a stunning picture of gorgeous colours to enjoy.

Sayuri was looking for Madrigal. Not that she needed to look very hard, she knew where he was staying since she had led him there. She was returning for two reasons. Only one of which she actually felt was important. Before going to the hotel Sayuri had stopped at her apartment and picked up her Kirigakure forehead protector, she had only worn it a handful of times and she was about to inform Madrigal that he was welcomed as an official shinobi of Kiri, so it seemed appropriate. She also took the time to change into real clothing, making her previous dress fade away in a flurry of ice shards and snow. She wore a similar outfit, a white and pale blue floor length dress, covered in embroidery and crystals meant to mimic a winter scene. No shoes of course, and she would wrap Madrigal’s red scarf around her neck as she headed to the hotel.

Once she entered and couldn’t see him in the immediate vicinity she realized that she didn’t know which room he was staying in. For a few seconds she considered going through each room until she found him, but the man at the desk who gave her a helpful smile seemed like the person to ask. Walking up to the desk she would grab a pad of paper and a pen and write out her name and her question.

‘I am Sayuri Yuki, here to find Madrigal. Where is he?’

The concierge would take the offered note and hold a finger up as he turned to get a key from behind him. “Here you are Madame, Monsieur Madrigal left a key for you. You’ll find his room on the top floor, he is a guest in our penthouse suite. Please enjoy your stay.” His ‘customer service’ smile made her want to tear his lips off, but she quelled the urge and took the key, offering a curt nod as she made her way upstairs.

‘Why does everyone in the service industry look so positively killable?’

‘It is not their fault, my Queen. They simply do not know any better, and soon you will be able to teach them. But not yet, think of why you came here.’

As she reached the top floor it was easy to find which door it was. There was only one that she could see beyond the one she came through. She did have a key, but since she lived somewhere that didn’t even have doors the thought of knocking before entering was fairly foreign to her now. As was trying to use a key. So she grasped the door handle and pushed open the door, closing it gently behind her once she had passed over the threshold. The room was beautiful and the balcony appeared to be made entirely of water, the setting sun turning the water a gorgeous golden colour. On the far end of the pool she saw a very naked Madrigal, his dark hair showing glints of the palette of colours that signified the end of the day. Walking silently up to the edge of the pool she would kneel down at the edge of the water and fix her gaze on his naked form. “The view is magnificent.” She would lean forward with her arm resting on the top of her thigh while she dragged her fingers lazily through the warm water with her other hand.

Madrigal would hear the door open and close to the room but wouldn't move, the door to the hot tub balcony would open and Sayuri would stare at his naked form from the step, lazily dragging her fingers through the water as she leaned forward over the edge of the water, resting her other ha don her thigh. His eyes would match hers, looking at her, drinking in her form. The play of cloth on skin, the slender shape of her neck and paleness of her skin. He took in a deep breath, the steam rising off the water not the only thing adding to his internal temperature as she spoke. He knew she didn't mean the sunset, her eyes were focused on him, and his on her. "Not half as magnificent as my perspective. It seems to be missing something though. Perhaps something I can't distinguish from a distance. Why not come join me? Let me get a closer look." He would say, his voice taking on a husky tone as his desire for her bled into it.

He wanted her to take that dress off, and come join him in the hot tub, wanted to feel her skin against his with the added sensation of the hot water. Wanted to see the water play off the multitude of hues and shades coming from the sky before them against her skin. Most of all, he wanted her, and he wanted her to come to him. The water was clear unless you counted the steam wisping off of it so she could see him in full and he wasn't shy about it whatsoever. Why would he be? He knew why she was here as much as she did, knew what the intent had been since he had brushed his lips against hers in Ota, and she made her comment about 'dessert'. Her sapphire eyes upon him left him wanting more of her and his pale gaze drinking her in left him parched for more as well. If she didn't come to him, then he would indeed come to her. He wouldn't be able to help it.

As she knelt by the edge of the hot water and watched him she would grin wickedly as he asked her to join him. Part of her wanted to jump at his words, tear off her clothing and go to him. But that was only a small part of the schema that was her twisted mind. The more insidious and sadistic part of her wanted to torment the beautiful dark haired man. It had been on her mind since she first laid eyes on him in Ota, the many roads that she could meander down to bend the white eyed shinobi to her will. It was among her greatest delights, tormenting those that she wanted to keep.

‘And this one we will keep.’

’We will, my Queen.

Sayuri was still frustrated with her inability to track Tamwyn down. Not that she had been trying too hard, but it annoyed her to no end that he had not simply come to her. She had gone over and over the events in her mind with Jareth’s assistance and had come to the conclusion that she needed to be more. . . delicate, with her manipulations. This time would be different, and this one she would keep. One way or another.

The order ‘let me get a closer look’ would bring a slight blush of desire to Sayuri’s pale cheeks and she would rise as soon as the words left his mouth. Slowly she would draw her hands up her thighs, allowing her dress to rise as her hands trailed across her hips, twisting the soft fabric even higher while she wove her hands and arms to cross her body. All the while she kept her gaze fixed on his, seeking to silently project her desires to him. As long as she held his gaze her hands would continue to rise from her hips and then slowly over her breasts, releasing the fabric of her dress so that it would fall back into place just before it would have raised to reveal between her legs.

With a soft sigh her fingertips would trace along her decolletage and then she would grasp the red scarf and painstakingly begin to unwind it from around her neck. Taking the scarf in one hand and sliding the other down to pull the forehead protector out of her pocket she would pad calmly to a nearby chair and carefully place the items down, being sure to take her time and slowing her response to Madrigal’s request. She couldn’t be certain, but based on his responsiveness to her advances in the restaurant in Ota she could imagine the type of effect her behaviour would be having on him.

‘There you are, my Queen. Everything you could ever desire shall be yours, you simply need to do as I say. Go to him. Show him my power. Own him and break him.’

Turning to face Madrigal again she would step towards the pool, channelling chakra into the soles of her feet while her brilliant blue eyes faded to a frosty white. Her first step on the hot water would draw a shiver from her as the heat mixed with the ice that formed beneath the soles of her feet brought a sensation that was not unlike a mild burn. The colour of her cheeks would deepen again as each step brought a small ripple of pleasure and drew her closer to the object of her desire. Her hips would sway seductively as she moved across the surface of the water and once she was just outside of his arms reach she would stop and look down at him, her tongue darting out as she licked her lips with hunger in her eyes. She made no move to close the gap between them but instead would return to caressing herself gently, her fingernails catching on the edges of her gown on her chest. “Is this close enough for you?” She knew it wasn’t, she was counting on it. Her voice was heavy with desire, an harder edge to punctuate clearly the need she felt for him. Every movement and provocative look was deliberate and she had every intention of driving him just as mad as her.

He would watch, his back to the wall of the enormous hot tub as his request caused her to stand up, and a blush to appear on her cheeks. He would continue to watch as she moved her hands up her body, dragging her dress along silently as her eyes remained fixated on him. Without realizing his felt his breathing get heavier and as she slowly ran her hands along her body using the dress as a tool to tease with he would feel his own desire flush his own cheeks. Just when her movements would cause the dress to rise just a tad 'too' high she would let it go, letting the fabric drop around her once more. Then, she would slowly run her hands along the neckline of the dress and slowly remove his scarf and a Kirigakure headband from a pocket before slowly walking over to chair and setting them upon it. Then she would move to the edge of the pool and take a step onto it. Shinobi of course can walk on water using a simple technique but she took it a step further and actually froze a small bit of the water beneath her feet, letting it act as a supporting base for her as she strode. Her flush of desire would deepen as the cold ice and hot water met beneath her feet.

That feeling had to be painful, but it seemed that she was enjoyed it. He filed it away for the moment, he could use it here, soon, but not now. Her eyes were now a frosty white as she stepped toward him and her hips would sway with each step. This made each step inviting, provocative even, and he felt his desire take another uptick before she stepped, just out of arms reach and look down upon him, licking her lips. She would return to running her hands over her form, her nails catching the edge of the gown at her neckline and then she asked the question. He shuddered in desire but held himself in check before moving closer to her himself. The answer obvious in his decision to move, no, no she was not close enough. When he reached her he would look up at her. His being in the water and her standing atop it did interesting things to their height and his head was right level with core. He would look up at her, moving his head down to her shin and kiss the skin softly, before moving to the other and repeating the process. Her would continue this process as he moved up her legs, his hands slowly pushing the dress higher and higher. As he reached mid thigh he would look into her eyes, pale white meeting frozen white before asking himself. "Is this close enough?" He would ask, his riposte at her own game vicious in it's own right.

He moved. Of course he did. She had known he would when she teased him, she even smirked as he placed his lips against her shin. A soft sigh of contentment echoing softly against the glass wall behind her as his lips moved further and further up her legs. She was enjoying the attention thoroughly, although a small part of her was disappointed with just how easy it had been to get what she wanted from him. And then he stopped. Her breath caught in her throat as her smirk faded and he posed a question of his own.

With a frustrated and pitiful whine she would shake her head ‘no’. She had not expected him to turn her own game on her, and as frustrating as it was to have his head so close to what she wanted and yet his will so far from being hers yet, she also found it thrilling. She adored a challenge, the sweet agony and torture of denial. The redness in her cheeks deepened further as she just stared down at him for a moment, her teeth clamping onto her bottom lip as she breathed heavily and considered how to approach this new development. The only thing she could think of to do was to stare in need filled silence. Her hands would lower from the neckline of her dress to rest lightly against him, one on the top of his head and the other on a hand that held her skirt up. Her voice was pleading, filled with want and desire as she struggled to control herself. If he wanted power she would give it to him gladly, but self control was not among her most renowned qualities. “No it isn’t close enough. Please Madrigal, I want. . .” She stopped herself mid sentence, realizing that if the game they were playing was her giving up power that asking for things that she might actually get given his own obvious desire, would likely ruin the game entirely. For now she would play the part of the mewling supplicant. It was hardly ‘playing a part’ though, as she truly did desire him and was entirely willing to beg. “I am at your mercy, and I want to be. I apologize for disobeying you, please, what do you wish of me?”

As he looked into her frosted eyes and saw the want and desire in them, heard each within her voice as she answered him. He felt his heartbeat quicken once more. He felt his desire rear, ready to strike and instinctively he raised his hands up her form. Slowly moving them along the outside of her dress to the neckline. All the while his eyes would never leave hers as in one smooth, yet savage motion, he took the neckline in his hands, and tore the dress down the middle, the fabric yielding to his adrenaline filled desire. When he tore it, he would pull it down and off of her arms before raising it into the air and letting it fly off into the wind. The room of the hotel was on the top floor, and as such they were actually very high up, hundreds of meters easily. It was fortunate the weather didn't turn particularly cold here during this season or she would probably be freezing. Or would she even notice? Probably not if he were being completely honest. Regardless, his hands would trail down her now naked form, he was still in the hot tub and she standing on two pieces of ice she had formed and kept up despite the heat of the water. He moved to kiss her thighs again, moving slowly, deliberately. At the same time his arms would circle around her and his hands would rest on her firm behind as he finally reached his destination.

Provided none of his actions were stopped thus far, he would tilt his head up slightly before giving tender skin just above her slit a gentle kiss before moving his way down toward her entrance himself. he would give her lips a gentle kiss before using his tongue to part them and move toward her nub. Then he would begin to gently assault her with his tongue as he pulled her against him, his hands squeezing tightly. His eyes would remain looking up at hers, pale white meeting those of frosted blue provided hers hadn't closed. The taste was different from that of Zoe, who taste of sweetness and flowers. Sayuri tasted of nothing, 'clean' if you will. Almost like the taste of cold upon the tongue without the reality of there being any cold itself. He found himself wanting more instinctively, found himself wanting to do more and as he felt these desires take him he put more effort into his actions. They were on the balcony hot tub on the top floor of a hotel building, and cries and moans could carry for quite a distance, and he didn't give a flying fuck regardless. He felt that last shred of care snap as he pulled her tighter against him, making it somewhat difficult to breath for the moment, but that was of no moment, so long as he could have more.

Sayuri was in the midst of thoroughly enjoying herself when without warning Madrigal suddenly fell limp and splashed back into the pool. Looking down from where she stood, she would observe the slowly sinking body. His long dark hair swirled and undulated with the currents created by his collapse, and it was reminiscent of a speared fish, it’s blood and secretions spreading through the water that claimed it.

She had half a mind to punish him for his inattentiveness, failing to communicate his intentions with her was a worse crime than any she could conceive of. With the quickness of thought she could summon her frost talons, sink to the bottom of the pool with him and leave a warning for any that found his remains. Talons sinking into his pale flesh, writing the depths of his sins into his skin as he inevitably awoke screaming. She wondered what his blood might taste like, would it have an exotic flavour like his eyes? Would his eyes taste different than other eyes?

‘Come, my Queen. There is nothing for you here, nothing but weakness and wasted time. Leave the filth where it lies and allow me to comfort you.’

At the sound of Jareth’s voice, her eyes dilate and she would smile wickedly. “Thank you, Jareth. What would I do without you?”

‘Be constantly disappointed I expect.’

Without a second glance, Sayuri would walk across the surface of the pool, only stopping long enough to gather her things and create a new dress from hyoton. Off into the night she walked, intent on finding someone less disappointing.

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