turn 2

Oct. 4, 1986 - nearing midnight

watching Genji and Gohda leave for the mansion, the detective waves goodnight. she and Kanon are the last two left in the parlor after Battler and the two servants went their own ways. Erika can hold the attention of the household for days, it seems, and she hasn't lost any energy over the course of the day.

"will you be up much longer?" Kanon asks, standing near the parlor couches where Erika lays sprawled out. he hasn't had to engage in much conversation, thanks to the sociable attitudes of the rest of their earlier company. now, he is intent on staying nearby until the island's guest goes to bed, even if it means enduring conversation.

"it seems I might. don't you have a curfew?"

he considers deflecting. "I can go to sleep when I want," the furniture insists. "also, someone should accompany you."

"are you going to watch over me while I sleep, then?" Erika has that look like she's toying with him. enough of the Ushiromiyas and the servants know it by now.

"no. of course not." Kanon sounds genuine.

"okay. okay, why don't you come sit down? it's like you're rushing me."

he averts his gaze. this just happened. it takes some effort to keep a look of recognition or a twitch or something from showing, deciding to sit on the couch opposite Erika. when it sinks into the soft cushioning, its muscles relax; it's grateful for the break after such a busy day. if only it came without the caveat of having to endure the last of the detective's gloating.

"are you going to give me a worthwhile conversation, Kanon-san?" the spider asks, silky hair dangling like razor-thin wire over the coffee table as she leans forward. "I mean, I haven't heard you speak for most of the time you've been around. just take me to bed if you're going to do that."

"of course not." he looks down at the table, irises barely visible through translucent curtains of lashes and hair.

"we'll see. I suppose you've heard all I have to say... why haven't you tried to solve it yet with all that free time?" she points a short finger at him.

Kanon shrugs. "why would I? it's more trouble than it's worth."

"so you've weighed the options, then. you wouldn't solve it for the sake of solving it? maybe cut a deal with one of the Ushiromiyas? ... ah, don't mind me. just thinking out loud." Erika leans back, though her menacing intent doesn't seen to fade.

"how do I know you haven't made a deal?"

"you don't!"
I have some idea.

"... then I'll take your word." what other choice is there?

a stupid, over-the-top grin splits Erika's face. "you just look so cute like that." with no other option? tangled in invisible thread binding you to her company? "Kanon-san, have you not been called cute before? it's a compliment, in case you didn't know."

the servant rolls his eyes. "you're trying to bother me, aren't you?"

"did you mean to imply you aren't bothered?" wishful thinking, maybe. but he hardly looks annoyed.

"I didn't imply anything." there's some unintended bite to his tone, but Kanon keeps a straight face, hoping at some point he can cool the flames of the spider's fervent energy.

unfortunately, the way he treats Erika keeps her attention laser-focused. none of the older adults speak with her as they would with someone their own age, and she has a fraction of the familiarity the cousins have with one another. at a party she shouldn't have been invited to, all that's left is the staff close to her age.

"okay. but you better not be so down on yourself." crawling forth onto the table, Erika stares into Kanon's face, locking eyes with him, and for an instant he wonders if she knows who he is. who it is. who they are.

"I'll try. but don't worry about me." folding his arms across his chest, he observes the girl's feline crouch, most of her features hidden in dim parlor light. testing its patience again, just like with Shannon.

"not too much, I won't. I promise."
drawing in a deep breath, Kanon has to hold back from flinching when the detective's hand comes to rest on his knee. if he can keep his eyes on her, he can predict her movements at the very least. preparing for the worst to steel himself for whatever fate befalls him.

"Kanon-san? you don't need to be scared," Erika says, taking on a quieter tone. her hand grows warmer over the cotton of Kanon's shorts, taking up more of his attention.

"I- I can't tell what you want from me." as nervous as it seems, the furniture never breaks eye contact, and there's an edge in its voice. the barest flash of teeth.

"do you have to? just play along." her hands are on his thighs now, grasping claws sinking their weight into his bones. more like a needy pet than an apex predator, testing the waters but intrusive nonetheless.

"you're not giving me an idea of how to play," Kanon complains, pressing his back into the couch. he finds himself itching to change the topic with no idea how.

"I think you're smart enough to figure it out yourself. you seem to be doing alright, anyways."

"what tells you that?"

"oh. nothing, really. just a hunch." suddenly bothered by the hard surface of the table, Erika flops into the couch, shins reddened. she doesn't bother to move far from the boy sitting there, just enough that the ends of their clothes brush together, pale lace on deep black cotton, as she braces her hands on either side of him. automatically, thin fingers encircle Erika's waist, deceptively gentle, and Kanon folds one leg close to his chest.
"you only make yourself look so much more vulnerable when you do that, you know. relax," she suggests, nudging Kanon's shin with her knee.

not yet. it can't let her in there yet. we must stretch this game of ours a little further.

a huff of air is pushed out from the detective's torso, her back falling into the firm seat of the couch. Kanon's hand pressing down on her abdomen, moved up and down by sharp, shuddering breaths, gives her ample space to leave if she wants it bad enough.
"I don't trust you enough to relax." his eyes narrow, evening shadow filling their corners.

"nnh, I- I think I can work with that." grinning despite it all.

"there's something wrong with you, in that case."

"you wound me!" Erika giggles, clasping her hands over her mouth until she manages to quiet down. bringing her hands to Kanon's shoulders, she seems unbothered.

"my body cannot bring you the pleasure you seek, Furudo-san," he argues quietly, rigid in the joints.

"I don't think even you believe yourself. I don't believe you either." she brings a hand to his jaw. "so cute. there's so much your body could be used for."

Kanon grits his teeth, cheeks flushed, remembering how he'd considered it before. he doesn't have to take his clothes off if he uses his mouth. part of him hoped it would never escalate that far. part of him knew it would only get much, much worse from here on.
"it's a foolish idea. Battler-sama is still awake, I won't risk it," he argues, forearm pinning Erika like an iron bar, just to share more contact. to feel her shaky, excited, terrified motion in his bones.

"maybe it would be fun to get caught." she sees a twitch in his face at the suggestion; disgust, perhaps confirmation, she can't tell. someday, someday soon, she will find out or she will die trying.

"for you. maybe."

"shall I take you back to my room instead? one could argue I should get to have my way with you. you can be my reward." a lightly manicured fingernail traces the one-winged eagle on Kanon's collar, then all four fingers grasp and bring him down into her, clumsy at first but definitively bringing their mouths together, her breath heavy and humid. he struggles against her gentle tug, but he doesn't fight and he kisses back, briefly, when he feels his breath return. pulled closer, his nerves burst in spasming shocks where their bodies are pressed together - then he backs up like he needs to check something.

"don't kiss me. I'm going to make this quick."
with blood thrumming in his ears, Kanon moves to push the ruffled brocade of Erika's skirt up, getting most of the way up when he reminds himself - be sure to look surprised- and pulls off her tights, taking the modest black panties she wears with them. timidly, he brings his head to her groin, taking the base of her mostly-flaccid cock in his hand. Shannon had been relieved when she saw it earlier, with a body unaccustomed to large - if any - insertions. with his face against Erika's inner thigh, the sharp smell of her sweat is heavier in Kanon's nostrils, making his head feel unusually hot and light.

"no need to worry, I won't rush your first time," she says, confident despite having no way of knowing the accuracy of her prediction. Erika already considered that the boy is just put off by her anatomy. or confused. or any other combination of feelings kept hidden in a locked, airtight box impenetrable by any light. for it, he is an irresistible hunt.

silent and unresponsive to the spider's teasing, Kanon flattens his tongue against the underside of her shaft, faintly tasting acid and salt on her skin. it doesn't take long for him to get acquainted with the unfamiliar taste and the gentle twitching against his open mouth, but it's the whimpering breaths coming from Erika when he puts pressure against her head that spur him to escalate.
taking it between his lips, he watches as one of her hands rises to his head, pushes his hat off, and threads its fingers through heat-straightened strands and pushes, stifling a yelp when her delicate flesh scrapes against his teeth. but at least she's about an inch deeper, and she doesn't pull back, hips twitching impatiently. even with both her hands pushing down on his head, she's unable to force herself all the way in, but Kanon can't seem to find any relief, confusion and trepidation intertwined in his writhing gut. keeping control never fails to be a daunting task around Erika. now, all he can do is delay the inevitable.

as he feels her harden in his mouth, he brings his hands to her thighs in case he has to shove her. Kanon considers grasping the tender flesh there, digging his thumbs in until she's the one trying to throw him off, and without him noticing, his hold tightens as if in preparation. it takes more than a few seconds for him to adjust to the intrusion taking up his mouth, but when he does, it's easier to suck on it, take it deeper.

heat sparks in Erika's groin as Kanon takes full control of her, his movements falling into a steady rhythm. she picks up on some hesitation, almost wanting to make a jab at it, but it's only natural. he'll have to get past it eventually. besides, he's already doing well enough to make her shake. the fuzzy feeling in her head threatens to strip the wit from her and make her surrender but she only holds on tighter, fingers curling tight around thick dark locks of hair. the furniture's eyes open, searching for Erika's gaze just to glare at her despite its position.
this prey will be sweeter than most when finally caught and prepared for consumption, for its conquest may be the hardest trial. under her heavy breath, she thanks the current that brought her to the shore that day, but it comes out as an indecipherable yet pleased sound.

(if he concentrates, Kanon can recognize the faintly warm pulse of the tangled blood vessels between his thighs. there is endless satisfaction to be had at taking this guest's pleasure into his own hands, but he must first sacrifice his own. no room for selfishness, perhaps in the chilly darkness of a bathroom or the candlelit solitude of a locked bedroom, but never in the company of another. forget the waves of need tugging at your scarred skin. you must satisfy her with your body the only way you can.)

in the back of his mouth, briny warmth pools out of Erika's cock. he starts to wonder if she's finished, but instead of any sign she's letting up, her shaft thickens and the servant has to pull back to take it comfortably. despite her tugging on his hair, he stays in place, sucking on the head and licking down the sour fluids until they mix with his spit and he can better handle the taste. pushing her away, Kanon brings his face level with hers, and with renewed confidence, hooks two fingers in her mouth and pulls her jaw down.

"wh- whah aaare-"

before she can finish her sentence, Erika's mouth is flooded with saliva and cum, and she doesn't spit it out because the taste makes her dick twitch and she drinks it down because she gets a feeling that's what she's meant to do. looking up at Kanon trying to hold back a smug smile, she can feel herself leak more.

"hhhm, I'll let you do that again if. if you - if you finish me off," Erika suggests, too shaky and full of heat to string words smoothly.

the furniture makes its calculations and its head lowers again, taking Erika's tip and sucking on it as if trying to drain everything out of her, overwhelming her enough to make her go half-flaccid in the throes of torment. uselessly, she tries to grab on to Kanon's hair with arms gone weak, but he won't even take the hint to yield. she has to clamp a hand over her mouth to stay quiet with the pain shooting through the sensitive underside of her cock, not yet daring to pull out when she's so close. chasing the stabbing coming from Kanon's mouth that draws the very life from out of her, Erika surrenders to the shocks in her nerves up her spine until she's pushed over the edge, shaking and panting and coated in sweat. it feels like a minute by the time he pulls off her, but she can't tell, and her shaft is still throbbing.

it's only when Kanon grabs her jaw that she realizes it had been slightly hanging open for a while. with ample time for preparation, he spits into her open mouth again and she takes it greedily, secretly hoping for more. she figures she'll leak on her panties later. as she lays in the gold-tinted glow, her limbs sapped of life, Erika reminds herself to make sure Kanon's out of the mansion before heading to bed.