Queen of the New World

[sami_fire]

Synopsis: Fem!MC (Chihiro) teaches Yamato a few new tricks. Rated PG-13 for to-the-waist nudity and makey-outey-ness.

(You'll notice that the first half is veeeerrrryyy similar to "Bonding Time." This is because this fic came first, but then I decided partway through to make a "normal" version with Hiro instead. The second half is where things begin to get twisty.)
 

"I'm going to spoil you rotten today," Chihiro purred as she stroked Yamato's face.

Yamato chuckled but reflexively jerked away from her hand. He couldn't help it; this was far from what he was used to. "I suppose that means you'll be showing me more 'normal' things today?"

Chihiro shrugged and reached up to run a hand through Yamato's hair. "Maybe. I guess, for you, it'll be a learning experience."

"Another one? You really have taught me so much about the life that brought you through the ranks to me." Yamato smiled slightly and cocked his head curiously. He had no idea what his right-hand woman was up to; the overtones were flying right over his head.

"Today I'm going to teach you that it's okay to relax." Chihiro led Yamato to the couch in their luxurious room. "You showed me that you were learning about that a little bit when you sent me that picture of the takoyaki. Remember, before we made the new world?"

"I do remember... but I don't understand the lesson you're getting at." Yamato folded his arms.

"You still have doubts. You're afraid that indulging yourself will ruin you, make you soft and weak and a laughingstock. I'm going to show you that it won't," Chihiro said. "Now sit down for a moment and I'll bring you a surprise."

Yamato mentally debated whether to obey the woman in front of him for a moment before sitting down as asked. She was his equal, after all. There wouldn't be anything wrong with following her whims for a while. His eyes trailed her as she left the room, then returned with a covered dish. "I assume what's under there is my surprise?"

"You bet!" With a flourish, Chihiro uncovered the dish to reveal a great heap of takoyaki.

"You know me too well," Yamato said, the smile fading from his face. "You introduced me to this food... and with it, you gave me a weakness."

Chihiro gave him a dismissive handwave. "It's not a weakness. It's a liking, a favorite little treat. That's something most people have! By your logic, takoyaki is my weakness too."

Yamato's thin smile came back. "I see. So this is part of your lesson on 'living a normal life,' yes?"

"Yes," Chihiro said as she plopped down next to him on the couch. "Now dig in! Or do you want me to feed you~?"

Chihiro's behavior, while not totally off-putting, was beginning to seriously perplex Yamato. "I can feed myself, thank you," he grumbled.

"Oh, come on! Give me the satisfaction of feeding you just one!" Already, Chihiro had her chopsticks ready with a takoyaki ball for Yamato.

With something like a pout on his face, Yamato mumbled, "Fine," and took the bite Chihiro offered. He chewed thoughtfully, then after swallowing, added, "Do that again."

"Oh? What happened to 'I can feed myself?'" Chihiro said teasingly.

Here Yamato faltered. "Just do it," he murmured, unsure of whether this was alright to let happen.

"Consider it done." Chihiro readied another piece of takoyaki for Yamato, and he took it from her like a little bird. "Well? How do you like it?"

Despite himself, Yamato smiled. "Somehow, when you give it to me, it feels... special." The smile widened slightly; he now had an idea of his own. "My turn." This time he picked up some takoyaki and offered it to Chihiro.

The action made Chihiro laugh; a cheerful, bubbly laugh. "How sweet!" She held up another piece for him. "Come and get it!" Yamato did so, then held out another piece for Chihiro. However, when she went to take it, he popped it into his mouth with a chuckle. "Hey! What was that for?"

"It was just a whim," Yamato admitted sheepishly.

Chihiro smiled brightly. "Look at you! You're learning! You're learning to let go of yourself and have a little fun."

Yamato couldn't help but return the smile. "I guess so."

Another few rounds of feeding each other passed before Chihiro had a devious idea. She held a piece of takoyaki between her teeth where Yamato could still get to it and grinned, looking more than a tad absurd in the process. “Come get it!”

Yamato leaned forward and nearly took the bait before he realized just what was going on. "Are you trying to initiate sexual contact with me?" he said in his typical way of formalizing the unfamiliar. She was trying to trick him into kissing her! This was not something Yamato was able to fully process or understand at the moment.

Chihiro gave up and swallowed the piece between her teeth. "Only if you want it." She looked at him with inquisitive eyes. She would accept whatever answer she was given.

Here Yamato closed his eyes in thought before he responded. Finally, he said, "Do as you will."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean what I said. Do as you will." Yamato kept his eyes closed and waited.

"I'll take it slow," Chihiro said gently. Carefully, she leaned towards him and paused, unsure of what to do first. She started by gently nosing Yamato's neck, only kissing there after some hesitation. "How does that feel?"

"Soft," Yamato murmured, his eyes still closed. "Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

"Only if you're comfortable with it." Chihiro's hand strayed to the buttons of her jacket, ready to follow Yamato's actions in sync. Yamato wriggled out of his coat and undid his tie. He watched Chihiro as she took off her jacket and slung it over the edge of the couch. "Now, if you want, I'll take care of the rest of you."

"Go ahead." Yamato closed his eyes and waited as Chihiro undid his shirt buttons. He couldn't help but shiver with a foreign delight when he felt her hands on his chest. "Your hands are soft."

"You like that?" Chihiro said softly, gently stroking Yamato's chest. "Just a little more." With a little effort, Yamato's shirt was off, and it fell to the floor, leaving him bared to the waist. "Do you want me to do the same?"

There was a lingering pause as Yamato considered the offer. "Yes," came the whispered reply. Off went Chihiro's shirt, exposing her blue bra. She wasn't the most well-endowed of the crew by any means, but as far as Yamato was concerned, she was perfect. "Is this what you meant when you said you'd spoil me rotten?"

"All of this. Yes." Chihiro lowered herself onto Yamato, who in turn lowered himself so that he was laying back. She reached around him, embracing him. She was surprised to find that Yamato returned the gesture, holding her close.

"You're very soft," Yamato murmured, enjoying the contact. "Please, continue."

"If you say so." She moved upward in his hold so that their faces were in alignment. Her lips gently brushed his cheeks, then his forehead. "Are you ready?"

Yamato's eyes were closed in anticipation once more. "I don't know what for, but yes. I am ready."

Their lips met in a long, soft, lingering kiss. Yamato opened his eyes and just stared up at the woman on top of him, shocked, pleased, and wanting more. He was experiencing electric sensations that he didn't even know existed. Was this love? He certainly wouldn't be able to tell. Moving one hand upwards on her back, he leaned up to kiss her once more, this time with a bit more strength.

When their lips parted, there was a look of pleasant surprise on Chihiro's face. "You did that on your own."

"Indeed I did." It took some effort, but Yamato worked up the courage to continue his speech and say something difficult. "Chihiro, I have come to a decision."

"What kind of decision?" Here Chihiro began to worry. Did he want real sex? Did he not actually like this whole experience? What was on his mind?

"This new world has a king. I've decided that it needs a queen." There was a peculiar shine to Yamato's eyes as he continued. "Chihiro, I want you to be my queen. Do you accept my offer?"

"Yes!" There wasn't even any hesitation on Chihiro's end. "Yes, Yamato, yes! I will be your queen. I will rule alongside you, pamper you, spoil you-"

"Bear my heirs?" Yamato interrupted with what passed for a cheeky smile on his face.

"We'll cross that road when we get to it," Chihiro said with a giggle. "For now, I am your queen. I will love you, make you feel loved, and teach you how to love."

"And I will listen to you, and rule over this world with you, my queen." Yamato reached one hand up to run his fingers through her dark, lustrous hair. "Tell me this, Chihiro. Is this love? I couldn't tell you. I've never felt anything like this."

"I don't know exactly what you're feeling, but I'd say yes. This is love." Chihiro rested her head on his bare chest, tucking her head under his chin. She reached one hand up to rub his head, and he nestled into it like a cat. "Oh, you like that too, don't you."

"Yes, very much." Yamato returned the favor, resting one hand in her long, dark, lustrous hair. “Do you like that?”

“Of course I do! Especially because I didn’t even have to ask you to do it.” Chihiro shifted a bit in the snuggle. “How do you feel now? Do you feel good? You should. And you don’t feel guilty about any of this, do you? Because if you do, I might have to give you a remedial lesson!”

Yamato chuckled. “I don’t think I’d mind being taught this lesson again,” he said as he stroked her hair. “I… I can’t describe this feeling. It’s new to me. But do I feel guilty? Not really. You have that effect on me. It’s hard for me to feel guilty about anything when you’re around.”

“But do you get it now? It’s not a bad thing to enjoy yourself. You can have pleasure in life and no one will mock or scorn you for it.” Chihiro added with a mock dramatic gesture, “It’s not like anyone’s beating down the door and going ‘Oh my god, Yamato Hotsuin is relaxing and taking some time for himself! Quick, everybody sound the alarms while I snap blackmail photos,’ right?”

“Ha… you are right about that, though you expressed it in strange terms.” Yamato shifted upwards slightly so that he could rest his head on the nearby pillow. “You’re right. I don’t need to feel like I’ll be punished for doing things for myself… especially if no one knows about them. Right, Chihiro?”

“Right! And I assume that means you’re swearing me to secrecy on this whole event, huh?” Chihiro replied, to which Yamato nodded.

“Mm-hm. I will wait to reveal to the world that I have chosen my queen until the time is right. I will, of course, allow you to weigh in on that decision, but for now, I would prefer to wait.”

“That’s fine by me. I understand completely.”

“I’m glad you understand, my queen,” said Yamato as he took Chihiro’s hand in his and held it tightly.