[Location: Public Safety HQ – Makima's Private Quarters, 13th Floor]
The night light of Tokyo filtered through the large glass window, reflecting the silhouettes of buildings and the twinkling city lights on the walls of the room. Inside, the dim lighting created a more intimate atmosphere, leaving one warm spot of light in the corner of the table that looked inviting. The air felt calmer compared to the chaos of the battlefield, yet the tension between them grew heavier by the moment.
Makima stood with her back to Fitran, tending to the black gloves soiled with dust and soot from their previous mission, while tossing out a comment without looking back, "You led well… but that's not enough to make me back down."
Fitran stepped inside, slowly closing the door behind him. "I don't want you to back down. I want you to challenge me… until I achieve victory," he said firmly, his gaze piercing through.
Makima turned around, her piercing look intense, yet the faint smile on her lips hinted at something deeper. She took a step closer, her movements slow but full of confidence. "How bold of you to say that… here," she said, her voice soft yet resonant, laden with hidden meanings.
Makima stopped right in front of him, her gaze seeming to penetrate his very soul. The faint scent of fresh perfume mixed with the unavoidable metallic smell lingering from their earlier battle. Her right hand rose gracefully, her index finger tracing the line of Fitran's jaw with a touch that was incredibly careful. "Do you know what happens to those who try to control something far greater than themselves?" she asked, her voice deep and teasing, as if challenging his courage to respond.
Fitran held her gaze without blinking, "I know. They fall… or they become stronger," he replied confidently, his tone assertive despite a flicker of tension concealed beneath it.
Makima touched the thin black chain [Chain Balance] that floated in the air between them, playing with it between her fingers like it was a precious item she didn't want to let go. "So, Fitran… are you ready to see where you fall tonight?"
"I'm not afraid to fall," Fitran replied, his eyes still fixed on Makima, as if the world around them had vanished. He stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking until his shoulder brushed against Makima's. "Close the curtain," he continued, his voice carrying a tension that deepened, suggesting that this moment was a test for both of them.
Makima nodded slowly, appearing to accept the challenge. "Alright then, but remember, the choice is yours."
Fitran turned, quickly pulling the curtain shut. "This curtain needs to be closed so that everything outside remains hidden from view," he said, as the room was shielded from the rays of sunshine. Once the light vanished, the atmosphere felt heavier, as if shadows began to envelop them. The air around him vibrated, filled with unspoken tension. Makima stood in the darkness, the black chain wrapped around her wrist, its end extending toward Fitran with a clear challenge. "Take it," she said, her tone firm and provocative, as if testing Fitran's resilience.
"Hold me… and never let me go," she said softly, yet with an undeniable firmness. "I want to see how long you can endure."
Fitran's grip tightened, squeezing the chain as if it were his last source of strength. "You know I won't easily waver. Your victory isn't something you can attain without effort," he replied, his gaze sharp and confident, like a knife ready to cut. Makima slowly pulled the chain, testing the strength of his grip and his resolve. They stood facing each other, every breath calculated, as if time had stopped to determine who would choose to surrender first.
Makima flashed a faint smile, a grin that combined challenge with a hint of hope. "If you manage to endure tonight… perhaps I'll give you another chance to take the lead. What do you say? Is that enough to provoke you?"
Fitran responded in the same cold tone, though there was a fire burning within him. "And if I remain resolute… perhaps you'll come to miss it. Are you ready to confront that reality?"
The chains connecting them trembled, signaling the rising tension. They realized that only their breaths echoed in the silence of the room, as the unspoken tension surrounded them. It felt as if the outside world had disappeared, leaving only this feeling to fill the air, giving weight to a moment that seemed to last forever.
Makima's smile took on a mischievous edge as they moved around each other, like two hunters sizing each other up. The chains connecting them radiated warmth, pulling them closer. They moved in sync, maintaining eye contact as the tension escalated.
Fitran was the first to break. With a fierce growl, he yanked on the chains, bringing them together with a jarring clash. Their lips collided in a heated kiss, filled with the urgency of their desire as they struggled for control.
Makima playfully bit his lower lip, her dark laugh echoing as he hissed at the sudden sting. She comforted him with her tongue, pulling back slightly to gaze at him with heavy eyes.
"Is that really all you've got?" she teased, her tone laden with challenge.
In reply, Fitran tightened his grip on her waist, his fingers pressing in firmly, enough to leave marks. He ground their bodies together, making sure she could sense his arousal. "Does that answer your question?" he responded in a low growl.
Makima let out a soft moan, her knees giving way. "Much better," she breathed out, allowing herself to lean on him for support.
They surrendered to the moment, kissing and exploring each other, seemingly lost in their desire. Their clothes came off in a rush, revealing slick skin that shimmered in the dim light like polished stone. They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs as each sought to excite the other.
Fitran held her wrists above her head with one hand, while the other slid down her throat. He paused at her pulse, feeling it race beneath his fingertip. Makima let out a soft laugh as he moved lower, his hand cupping her breast. He toiled with her peak, reveling in the sounds of her gasps and sighs.
Finally, he reached his destination, enveloping her warmth. He circled her sensitive spot with his thumb, watching her closely as he gradually pushed two fingers inside. Makima cried out, her body pushing against his touch eagerly. The noises of his fingers moving in and out blended with the chorus of sounds they were creating together.
"Please," Makima breathed, moving restlessly on his fingers. "Fitran, please. I need you."
Fitran shivered at her plea, his other hand tangling in her hair. He captured her lips in a passionate kiss as his fingers continued their relentless movement. He absorbed her scream as she fell apart, her body tightening around him.
He softened his touch as she came down from her high, not withdrawing until her last tremor passed. Only then did he pull his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and cleaning them with a grin. Makima regarded him with half-closed eyes, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
"You're completely shameless," she teased, giggling.
"And you enjoy it," Fitran answered, kissing her deeply.
Makima wrapped her arms around his shoulders as they became lost in yet another moment of tenderness. Fitran positioned himself between her legs, their bodies connected in a way that made them both gasp. Their hips instinctively moved together, responding to the shared sensation.
"Fitran," Makima breathed out. "I can't...I really need..."
"Shhh, I understand," he murmured against her neck. "I'm here for you."
He thrust forward, filling her completely in one smooth motion. They both exclaimed at the overwhelming pleasure, pausing to appreciate the moment. Then, he began to move again, his hips rolling in a familiar rhythm.
Makima matched his movements, locking her legs around his waist. They moved as one, perfectly in sync, the bed creaking under the intensity of their connection. The only other sounds were their breaths and the soft sounds of their bodies coming together as they ascended higher.
As Makima's movements grew more intense, her moans rose in pitch. Fitran quickened his pace, reaching down to stimulate her most sensitive spot. She came undone with a cry, her fingers digging into his back as waves of pleasure enveloped her.
The tightness of her around him ignited his own climax, and he shouted in release, giving everything to her. They held onto each other tightly as they rode out the peak of their pleasure, both breathing heavily from the effort.
After what felt like ages, they finally stilled, feeling satisfied. Makima softly kissed Fitran's face as he pulled away, both of them hissing at the sudden sensitivity. He turned to his side, pulling her close as they enjoyed the warmth of their shared moment.
"You always make me lose track of myself," Makima whispered, her hand moving gently over his chest.
"That's the plan," Fitran replied, planting a soft kiss in her hair. "Who needs the outside world when I have you?"
Makima hummed in agreement, snuggling in even tighter. They both drifted off, limbs intertwined, feeling certain that nothing could stand in their way. After all, they could simply reduce anything that threatened them to nothing.