His Name Is Mugen

I'm sorry

"Do not leave without someone with you." Mugen told me for the umpteenth time today.

"Why do you always tell me that before you leave. Better yet, why do you always leave?" I watched him as he packed his suitcase. This was the 4th time he was leaving this month and my feelings were starting to cry. I wanted him to stay with me in bed as we made love while the sun set and heavens sheltered the sky within its wings. We haven't crossed that line yet but I know he wishes to just as much as I do.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with." He said. It's been a month since I've been here but I still can't get used to his aloofness. I'd expect it from Tyson because he's a piece of shit but Mugen isn't.

"Oh." I got up from the bed angrily but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. My back collided with his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and he placed light kisses on my shoulder blade.

Damn him. He knows I won't be able to stay mad.

"Do not be angry with me, please." He pleaded. "I'm trying my best to get you out of your situation completely and I don't want you to worry about it."

My shoulders slumped in defeat and I felt bad. He's trying so hard for me and I'm being an unreasonable bitch. I turned around in his arms. Every time I looked at him, it's always like the first time. Mugen did not resemble a human. Far from it. What held tightly onto me was not a man but a God in the purest form of sex.

His hair was a black, sophisticated mess and it sat atop his head in slicked back waves. The darkness of his hair rivaled the tanned color of his skin in way that accentuated the essence of his eyes that were not just talking to me but touching me too.

Today they reminded me of the sky blue chalk that I used to scribble my name with on the streets until my hands went numb. They were light and welcoming but dulled in a way that showed he was in admist of fighting an inner war. One that would have no victor. I pulled his head to mine so that our foreheads were touching.

"Fine. But please come back. I tend to go insane when I'm away from you to long."

"Noted." He softly placed his lips on mine. My legs went to mush in a matter of seconds. I really loved when he kissed me like that.

"I will see you in a few days." He lightly kissed my forehead. "Neagan and Ruben are coming with me so they won't be able to keep you company while I'm gone. You may call your sister or your friend over if you'd like."

"Okay." I smiled lovingly at him. All the twisted thoughts were swirling in my head and they all told me the same thing: have him strip you bare when he comes back. "Promise we'll be together for atleast a complete week when you get back." It was a far fetch but I was hopeful for anything at this point.

"Promise, my beautiful black rose." He agreed.

I can only imagine the divine sensations that would be seeping through my body as his fingers and tongue worked magic against me. I just knew he'd wreck my existence and my breath would spiral out of control because of him.

I couldn't help the shivers that tormented me.

"Are you okay?" Mugen stopped at the door. He watched me with amusement and confusion. If only he knew. But, maybe he already did. He just enjoyed torturing me.

The sadist.

But I didn't mind. I wanted him to tease me until we both were on the verge of starvation just so we could fuck like we were each other's last source of replenishment on earth.

I'm a masochist.

"I'm good." I smiled.

"See you then love." He headed out the door.