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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Akatsuki_no_Yona_|_Yona_of_the_Dawn
  Relationship:
      Kija/Yona
  Character:
      Kija_(Akatsuki_no_Yona), Yona_(Akatsuki_no_Yona)
  Additional Tags:
      Sex_In_A_Cave, Lime, One_Shot, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-10 Words: 3362
****** Just Us ******
by DungeonInspector
Summary
     Yona and Kija get separated from the others during a storm. They take
     refuge in a cave. Lime. Yona/Kija
Notes
     Moving over this story from FF.net just in case.
For the first time, Kija felt let down at being the White Dragon. His right arm
had the strength of ten men, but his eyes were all too human.
Sunset had been approaching, and the group had been looking for a good place to
camp when the storm hit. He'd been the closest to Yona. Grabbing a hold of her
hand he'd tried to follow the others; however, he lost track them in the
forest. Blinded by the rain, he guided Yona until they stumbled into a cave. It
wasn't late enough in the year to be cold at night, but they were drenched and
shivering.
Yona's arrows rattled against each other in her quiver as she slid it off.
After laying her bow and quiver against the cave wall, she crossed her arms
trying to protect what little warmed she had. "How do you think the storm will
last?"
"Don't worry, it shouldn't last more than a couple hours." Kija looked around
the cave for any scraps of wood for a fire. There wasn't a single piece
anywhere; any wood outside would be soaked from the rain and wouldn't burn.
Sitting down against the wall to rest, Yona pulled her knees up against her
chest. She watched as he searched the area, his form easy to make out even in
the darkness. With white hair and pale skin, he almost seemed to glow in the
darkness. He was a beautiful ray of hope for her that she'd be safe and
protected. His white robes clung to him nearly translucent. As he tossed aside
another useless branch she eyed his chest unsure how much of what she was
looking at was his skin vs his clothes. Blushing red she squeaked at her own
thoughts as she wondered just what might be under his clothes.
Kija jumped in surprise at the sound. Thinking she was suppressing a sneeze, he
worried that she was going to catch a cold. He would never let himself live it
down if the princess fell ill under his care. How could anyone let him live it
down? He was born to protect the princess, it was his sacred duty passed down
through his clan for thousands of years, and he couldn't even provide basic
care. Half way to a panic attack he could hear a dark version of his comrades'
voices echoing in his head.
"Dragon Warrior? White Snake you can't even fight a cold."
"What a bother you are. It's a good thing Yona has a handsome pretty boy like
me to depend on."
"My my you let Yona get sick? I didn't know the White Dragon was so useless."
"Zeno never gets sick; I'll watch over Miss from now on."
"..."
Chirp! An imaginary Ao stomped her foot in anger and hurled an acorn at his
head.
Slapping his hands against his cheeks, Kija pulled himself back into reality.
It was cold, dark, and wet. But at least their companions would never say those
things. Maybe Hak, he conceded, but only teasingly.
Determined to keep Yona healthy, he took decided his first priority would be
dry her off. He was soaked to the bone, but his cape had dried a bit due to the
thin cloth holding less water than his thicker robes. Fumbling to untie the
fastenings in the dark, he slid off his cape. "It's not much, but please take
this."
"Thanks." Taking the offered fabric, she surprised him by smoothing the fabric
out it out on the ground.
Her bow was available for her nightly practice of taking two-hundred shots, but
she knew it wouldn't help her improve. As long as they lacked a fire for light,
each arrow would literally be a shot in the dark. Yona sighed in resignation as
she laid down on top of the cape, curling up on her side. The best plan she
could come up with was to rest while she could and use the energy to push on to
the next village when the storm passed. The thin cloth didn't provide any
padding; but in her opinion, it was better than laying down wet on the cave
floor and getting muddy.
After some twisting, as she tried to find a comfortable position she said,
"Kija, it's cold."
Just the sound of his name coming from her lips made his heart leap into his
throat. He would give her the clothes off his back if only to make her
comfortable.
...But then he'd be naked. Naked and alone with his beautiful master. Many
weeks worth of his daydreams suddenly became a real possibility. Nearly biting
his own tongue, Kija stumbled over his words as he asked, "Do you want my
robes?"
"No, just come lay down with me. It's warmer than being alone."
He turned around to hide his face, blushing deeply at the great honor of being
Yona's personal heater. Breathing deeply he tried to calm down. His heartbeat
calmed as he reminded himself that this wasn't any type of scandalous request.
She slept cuddled next to Yoon every night. Then his chest ached as if a large
hole had been torn through it at the reminder that he didn't get to hold her
instead. He shook his head as if to throw out any self-pitying thoughts.
Nodding sharply to himself, he decided that this was his turn and he wasn't
going to miss it for the world.
The cloth under her rustled as he settled down next to her. She shuffled back
towards him, tucking herself into him. Resting his head against her shoulder,
he licked his lips nervously before daring to wrap his arm around her waist.
Squeezing his eyes closed, he waited for her reaction. Yona had always treated
him kindly, but he still worried she'd bat him away for failing to protect her
from the storm. His thoughts slowed to a crawl and he felt paralyzed as his
mind played on loop reminding him that he was alone and cuddling Yona. As
butterflies fluttered in his stomach he was unsure if he was about to die of
happiness or out of fear.
"You're stiff. Is something wrong?"
Desperately he tried to formulate a response, but the truth was he wasn't sure
what was wrong with him. She was his world; when she smiled, he smiled and when
she was sad so was he. But the moment she came near his ability to do so much
as breath came to a screeching halt. Eyes wide and mouth hanging open, he a
perfect picture of embarrassment as he fumbled to find a believable excuse. "I-
I don't think I can rest here. I definitely can't rest here. Because of bugs.
Yes, that's it. I keep imagining bugs crawling into my robes."
Turning over to face him, she smiled kindly and asked,"Kija can I hold your
hand?"
Looking at her he was disappointed at being unable to see her expression.
However, he exhaled deeply in relief that she wouldn't be able to see him
blushing in the darkness. He felt like his heart was trying to burst out of his
rib cage. Mustering all his strength he gave her a tiny nod. Reaching forward
he offered her his right hand, a dragon's claw.
His blood felt like it was boiling. His master's small hand looked delicate
compared to his scaled hand. There was no doubt in his mind that she was truly
divine, more so than even the blood of the dragon god that ran in his veins.
"I want the other hand too."
Licking his lips anxiously he gave her his other hand. It was human, just Kija.
Feeling her soft skin against his wasn't about the white dragon and its master,
but Yona and Kija.
Yona held their hands together, fingers interlocked intimately. "When I was
little, I use to have someone hold my hand on the nights I felt afraid. Now
you're protected from the bugs."
It was such a strange thought. Yona protecting him, caring for him and
snuggling with him. He'd watch her struggle to grow strong enough to protect
the people around her, but he'd still only seen himself in the role of the
protector. It was the role he'd been raised to fulfill. Deep down inside him,
however, there was a hope for them to become more than master and servant, for
them to be Yona and Kija - a man and a woman.
Stretching up, Yona touched her forehead against his and gave an affectionate
hum. "You always support me and I'm here for you too."
He wanted desperately to be more: to be her White Dragon and a man to her.
Pushing forward he gave in to temptation. It's a warm kiss, inviting. A kiss
too long to be quick, accompanied by an exhale of breath.
Wild and fast, she can hear her heartbeat. The fear of intimacy and the chance
to be hurt squeeze her throat shut leaving her unsure how to respond. But she
wasn't one to run away from danger. Re-closing the gap between them their lips
meet again. As they kissed, she was not surprised at all that he tasted just as
sweet as he acted.
She feels him shiver as the arm wrapped around her tightened its hold. Tilting
her head in confusion her nose brushed against his cheek. Peeking up at him
through her eyelashes, she said, "I thought you were afraid of girls."
An awkward chuckle escaped from him. It was true, large groups of women made
him horribly uncomfortable and not in a good way. As much as he loved being the
White Dragon and knowing his purpose in life, it had its downsides. If he had
to pick the worst one it wouldn't be the injuries or the impossibility of
cleanliness while traveling, it was the sheer determination the village girls
showed when his grandmother so much as hinted at him needing to take a wife.
"I am... But you're not like anyone else. You're the one who's always treated
me like a person," he murmured against her lips. "You're the one that I live to
serve, the one who brightens my existence, Yona I..."
Unsure of what to say, he tried to show her how he felt. How he was always
thinking of her, how he always wanted to be by her side, and how grateful he
was she'd chosen to find him. The kiss was clumsy. He didn't have the
experience of Jae-Ha, or he'd never been married like Zeno, nor did he have the
smoothness of Hak, but he was passionate and earnest.
Her arms came up around his neck, her fingers twining in his hair as she clung
to him. Warm air tickled her skin as he began to move his kisses away from her
mouth, steadily trailing downwards. He couldn't stop kissing along her throat,
entranced by the smell of her damp skin. Slim fingers circled his wrist,
tugging his hand up to her breast and he squeezed.
Yona had learned, long ago, that breasts were made to feed and nurture infants.
Now she discovered that they held pleasurable secrets that only a lover could
unlock. Cool fingers left fiery trails along her skin as she felt him touch the
collar of her vest. There were a few desperate tugs as his trembling hands
fought to undo the knot around her waist. The open vest slid down her
shoulders, he kissed her breast through her gown clinging to her nearly as
closely as the wet fabric.
Breathless urgent gasps escaped his lips. The warm air of his exhalations
brushed against her chest. He moved his arms behind her and rolled her over on
top of him. "Better than the ground, right?"
He took the answering moan as agreement.
Shuffling she adjusted to her new position of straddling him. Tiny movements of
her thighs and hips teased and tormented him as she wiggled to find just the
right spot to rub against. He thanked the heavens for favoring him so greatly
as her body fit so well against his. Surely it was a further sign that he was
born just for her.
Uttering his name brokenly, she gave hard thrust testing her hips against his.
The thin layers of her gown and his pants did little to prevent her from
noticing how hard he was beneath her. Nor did the clothing stop him from
noticing how hot she felt against him. The gown bunched up further each time
she rocked forward allowing him to slip his hands under it to cup her bare
buttocks. He pressed her down against him as he arched up. As his hips and
lower back fell back to the cave floor he felt a slight pain. Squirming a bit
under her, he moved his hands to her hips trying to hold her steady.
Panting she tried to still herself as she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Sorry, there was a rock..."
She snorted as she failed to hold back a laugh and he found himself laughing
with her. He had to admit, at least privately to himself, he hadn't picked the
best location. Peeking up at her he noticed she'd stop laughing. Without the
laughter, it was too quiet. Hoping to regain his nerve around her, he tried to
re-surrender himself to lust.
His human hand caressed her backside as it wandered down to her sex. He slipped
a finger inside. Massaging her from within, it took him some time before he was
able to establish a rhythm that brought out a moan with each stroke. Whimpering
she rubbed her hips against his hand as he fingered her. Broken words and his
name rushed past her lips encouraging him to add more fingers over time.
His eyes slipped closed as he moaned. He was reduced to short choppy breaths as
he imaged the warmth that clamped around his fingers as being around his length
instead. She ground herself against him, and with a husky groan he messed his
pants.
Lost in a haze, it took him awhile to recover. Moving his leg between her legs,
he replaced his softening erection with it hoping to provide a decent
substitution. Her sex spasmed around his fingers as he resumed stroking her
inner walls. Rocking herself against his leg, she gasped as she finished.
Withdrawing his hand he wiped it off on his wrinkled cape that had served as
their bed.
As she came back to her senses, Yona sighed and crawled up his body to rest her
head on his shoulder. Relaxed against him, she asked, "Are you still scared?"
He turned his head to look into her eyes. All he could see was her. There was
no room for bugs or the fear of failing his master in the private world that
had formed around them. "No."
Smiling, she snuggled against him."Good. I'm happy."
Lazily stroking her hair, Kija replied, "Me too."
The couple rested peacefully, with only the occasional satisfied sigh until
Yona asked, "Do you ever wish you weren't the White Dragon?"
"No, if I wasn't one of the Dragon Warriors I would never have been able to
meet you. Why?"
"When we're helping villagers, sometimes I wonder how life could have been if I
hadn't been a princess. Do you think we still would be traveling together?"
He frowned in confusion. "I'd already agreed to travel with you when you told
me you were a vagrant, remember?"
Her hair rubbed against his cheek as she shook her head disagreeably. "I know.
But what if I wasn't Hiryu's reincarnation?"
A blush bloomed across his face turning it redder than her hair as he said, "I
still would want to be with you. Every time I see how determined you are to
fulfill your goals I can feel my heart skip a beat like it's jumping for joy. I
admire your ability to grow stronger to protect the people precious to you. I'm
the same way. I want to get stronger too with you and for you. But when you get
hurt, I feel like my heart might stop beating completely." Pausing to consider
the question further his voice dropped to a whisper as he asked, "Where's this
coming from?"
"Ever since Soo-Won killed my father, I've been questioning why anyone wants to
be around me. I want to keep believing in people, but I sometimes wonder what
they want." Her hands gripped his robes as she sought any stability she could
find. "I hadn't thought about it until we met Jae-Ha, but staying with me... Is
this what you want? Or is it want you want because you're the White Dragon?"
He didn't hesitate as he replied,"Both."
"When I'm near you I can't help but be in awe. Maybe it's that's the dragon
blood or maybe that's just me. I'm not Jae-Ha. I don't care which it is because
I cherish the role I've been gifted and I know I'd follow you anyway. If the
heavens saw fit to decide I am meant to serve you that's even better."
There was a pause as she thought it over. Offering a tiny nod of acceptance she
said, "As long as it's your choice to be with me, I'm happy."
"It is."
He felt her relax against him again. Warm and happy he watched over her as she
drifted off into a light sleep in his arms. Slipping off into dreamland with
her was tempting, but someone had to keep watch. Even if he paid less attention
to his surroundings and more time observing her, she was still technically
guarded. Occasionally he glanced away from her towards the mouth of the cave in
order to satisfy any internal doubt that everything was in order.
After some time the rain let up and he woke Yona. Kija's body felt stiff from
laying on the hard cave floor; he stretched a bit before going outside with
her. They didn't have to wait long for a green blur to appear, bouncing up and
down from between the trees like some sort of strange giant tick in the
distance.
A cheerful voice shouted from within the forest. "I see the little Miss! Zeno
told you they'd be fine."
Relief filled Kija as he spotted their friends. As much as he'd enjoyed having
her to himself, he wanted her safe and protected first and foremost. Waving
happily at them with Yona, the pair welcomed the group.
There was a wet slap as Hak gave Kija's back a friendly pat on the back. "Don't
worry, we can take it from here."
Kija sneezed.
Stretching up on his tip-toes, Yoon touched his hand against Kija's forehead
and said, "He doesn't have a fever."
Jae-Ha clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You should take better care of
yourself."
Mud squishedunder Zeno's feet as he zipped up to Kija's side. Clinging onto
Kija's human arm, Zeno pulled him slightly off balance. "Zeno won't catch your
cold. I'll keep you company till your all better!"
"...Here," said Shin-Ha his already soft voice quieter than usual as if he were
afraid that even the slightest sound would cause Kija to break. He shoved his
fur onto him.
Chirp, Ao jumped onto Kija's shoulder and rubbed affectionately against his
cheek.
"I'm fine." He sniffled. A dark blush covered his face as he realized his nose
was stuffed up. Huffing he said, "It's the princess everyone should be worried
about."
Patting Kija's head as if he were soothing a small child, Jae-Ha gave Yona his
usual flirty grin."That was quite the storm you two got lost in. Yona dear, how
are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. Sleeping with Kija was fun."
"White snake..."
A lump formed in Kija's throat as Hak's face darkened making him look even more
dangerous than usual. Slowly shuffling back away from Hak, Kija changed his
mind. He would have been happier if they hadn't been found.
Yoon rubbed his temples as he felt a headache coming on. This was not going to
be his day. "Hey, you beasts calm down! You know she didn't mean it like that."
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