Bad Company

Gone Too Long

When Christian returned from his week with Sasha, his friends greeted him in a less than friendly manner. “Ha! Well so nice of you to return! Go get that bitch before I choke her to death!” snapped Victor. Christian’s expression went from relaxed to firm. “What did she do?” he asked. William put his finger on his chin and began to speak, “Hum, well what didn’t she do?! This idiot hasn’t eaten in almost four days! She goes into those screaming and crying fits and hits herself; we had to handcuff the crazy ass girl! So she wouldn’t hurt herself!” Christian’s bucked widely and his countenance showed his shocked, “Dammit! You know she eats the whole wheat subs with cold turkey and white cheese and red wheat cereal!” “Bro! This bitch is not royalty! We’re not about to break our asses in half trying to accommodate this picky broad!” howled Victor. “She’s your damn meal ticket! What good is she going to us if she’s starved and sick you fucking geniuses?!” bellowed Christian. “To hell with you! Go take care of that chick, get her fed, and make sure she bathes! We’re out of here, something came up”, Victor dictated. “I just love how you shits decided to kidnap a girl, and I’m the one left playing nanny!” complained Christian with a look of utter distaste. “When you’re done whining, you may wanna go feed the chick! And she hasn’t taken a shower either, make sure she does!” ordered Victor again. “Sure thing MOM! Fucker…..” growled Christian walking away from the rest of the guys.

Before opening the door, he retrieved the handcuff key from the counter, he covered his face with the mask, and then he entered the room. The bottom suite was poorly lit as usual. He could hear Nitori’s whimpers amplifying from the far left back corner of the room. Christian sprinted in her direction and slid onto his knees. “Nitori….” he said gently. He felt for her through the darkness until he touched the silk hem of the gown she was wearing. Her whimpers turned into shrill squawks as his hand made contact with her. Christian quickly snatched his hand back, and removed his jacket. As he did that, his scent danced in the air and caught Nitori’s nose. Instantaneously, she flew forward into his chest, and face planted into his body. Her noises of discontent stopped. “I’m back, okay”, he said while fumbling through the darkness to find her cuffs. Once he removed them, she slapped her arms around him without hesitation and fastened her body to his. Her hair smelled of metal and sweat, and he clothes smelled like the damp room.

Nitori was uncomfortably clingy to Christian. He knew the rest of the guys would be back soon, and she wouldn’t let him go. With her wrapped around his torso, Christian waddled into the dark bathroom. “Okay, Nitori, enough, go take your shower.” She only squeezed him tighter. He pulled her back by the shoulders and she went into a tantrum of screaming and crying. In addition to her fit, she began violently slapping her own face. “Whoa, whoa! Stop that shit!!” Christian yelled while grabbing her wrists. She took the opportunity to affix herself against him again. He exhaled loudly in frustration and flipped the light switch on. “Why the hell are you acting like this? You are really on my nerves right now and I do not understand all of this extra you’re doing. You’re acting like a damn puppy”, he vented. With her head low, she was steadfast against him, with no intention of allowing him to leave her alone. “You need to chill out and let me go, if they see you acting like this, it’s not going to be pretty”, he warned. She released a light whine from the back of her throat and nestled her face into his chest. Her vulnerability made his frustration weaken. He lightly rubbed the back of her head and said, “I know I left you for a while, and I’m really sorry. And I’ll go get you the iPad and a sandwich and your cereal, but you have to let go of me and take your shower.  ”

She simply tightened her grip around his rib cage. Christian could see that Nitori was in a currently unbreakable mood. It made sense that she was acting so attached. The rest of the guys had no idea how to deal with Nitori and Christian knew that. She had every reason to be traumatized. Christian slowly released his breath in submission, and flipped the bathroom light off. “Okay, okay Nitori. Take your clothes off; I’ll get in the shower with you.” He was uncomfortable with the words that came out of his mouth, but at the same time, he knew that’s the only way she would honor his request.

Nitori stepped an inch backwards, disrobed, and then caped her arms around Christian. He reached over and opened the glass door of the shower. Christian felt through the darkness and turned on the water. He stepped out of his shoes and removed his mask. He was never close to Nitori without his mask, she had no idea what his face looked or felt like. Christian nudged Nitori towards the shower and she barely moved at all. On her own, she leaned into the shower and suddenly snatched Christian in as well. Instantaneously, the water poured over Christian and soaked his clothes. “Fuck Nitori!! Why’d you do that?! My clothes are all wet now!” he yelled while jerking to the back of the shower, trying to avoid the water. He failed miserably.

While squealing, she abrasively put her hands over her ears, and sank down to her knees. He rolled his eyes, bent over, and lifted Nitori up by her shoulders. She kept her fists to her ears and her head down. “I’m sorry I yelled at you”, he said hugging her. Her hands lowered and crawled around his waist. Both of them went silent. The splashing of the water against the shower floor echoed through the bathroom. Nitori tilted her head backwards so the water could flow through her hair and over her face. Christian was perplexed by how comfortable Nitori was being completely naked and in the shower with him. Then it occurred to him that she didn’t know how to be embarrassed, especially with men, that’s something she never learned. He brushed his hand over her face and into her hair. She held his hand at her cheek and stood up straight. Christian rubbed her shoulders and brushed his fingers over her collar bones. All he could see was the shine of the water glistening off of her skin. He shuffled his fingers several inches lower and Nitori never became apprehensive. He was fighting an internal battle. His instincts were urging him caress every inch of her petite body as she compressed her body to his closely. But he contained himself.

Christian’s hair was heavy at his shoulders with water. He placed his lips to Nitori’s forehead. She smiled lightly and reached up to his face. In the process, she felt that he had shoulder length hair. Soothingly, she ran her fingers though his wavy mane. Then her hands roamed over his face as she explored his features. Nitori stroked from the top of his forehead to the bottom curve of his chin. It was almost as though she was mentally uploading how his face would look in the light. He took her hands in his and cupped them over his face. Even through water, Nitori had such a gentle touch that he relished. Christian had so much guilt in his heart because of how much he enjoyed being body to body with Nitori. He knew that she didn’t have real emotions for him; and she was purely attached to him out of habit. That thought alone put a lump in his throat, he couldn’t really explain his feelings for Nitori, but he knew they were real. Twenty minutes later, Nitori was finally done showering. She’s also loosened up from Christian, and he could move around freely.