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The sudden onslaught Of wind and snow had taken you all by surprise. Shiraishi had gone crazy and took off. Asirpa had run off to find him, and in turn Sugimoto sprinted to find Asirpa.
“Sugimoto don't! You're gonna freeze.” You knew nothing you said would have mattered, if he believed Asirpa was in danger he'd stop at nothing to be by her side. Besides, the howling wind swallowed your voice as Sugimoto disappeared into the thickening snowfall.
You cursed to yourself, turning back to start carving up the dead yuk in front of you. Your teeth were clattering so loud it was hard to focus, and it didn't help that your hands were shaking tremendously. Your fingers were so stiff, your motor skills failed you as you tried to slice open the yuks gut. It felt like your mind was starting to freeze over, when a forceful hand found your bicep, tugging you away.
Your brain took a moment to catch up with what was happening; Ogata was roughly shoving you into the yuk he had carved, and crawling in behind you. The yuk’s insides enveloped you in a humid warmth, and your muscles instantly relaxed at the welcome change of temperature. You flexed your hands and let out a long sigh of relief as the stinging cold faded away.
The wind could still be heard whipping harshly from the outside, but the sound was significantly reduced. It would have been pleasant, cozy even, if it weren't for the fact that you were surviving a blizzard in the stomach of an animal.
Ogata was holding you in an awkward way. He had one arm stiffly by his side, and the other was across your waist, his gun pressing into you. His chest was against your back, and your legs were slotted together almost like a puzzle piece. It was a tight fit, and you could feel his hot breath raising goosebumps on the back of your neck. It felt bizarre being so close to someone in such an un-intimate way. Ogata was, you supposed, at least tolerant of you. Maybe even friendly in his own way, but you sincerely doubted he would want to be this close to another person if given the choice.
He shifted, pushing you more into the side of the animal and in turn pressing himself into the arch of your back. You were so close you could feel his nose brushing against the back of your head. You couldn't help but shudder.
“Are you still cold?” His voice was fairly quiet, and you almost didn't register the question. Before you could answer, you could hear the sound of his cape unclasping, and he pulled it over your body so you were both tucked under it. You managed to turn your head back to glance at him, his expression not betraying any emotion he might have been feeling.
“Thank you.”
He hummed in response, dark eyes boring into you.
“Why are you going after the gold? You're completely out of your depth.”
His question made your face twist with confusion. His expression was still completely neutral, as if the question was a rhetorical one. You were chagrined at his declaration. Sure you weren't a soldier like him, but you were a survivalist; capable of taking care of yourself even if you weren't so handy with a weapon.
Trying to seem nonplussed, you answered coolly “It's a personal choice, what concern is it of yours.”
Ogata smirked, making your face crinkle slightly. “There are easier ways of making money, why put yourself at so much risk. If I hadn't pulled you in here, you'd be a frozen corpse by now. Besides, this isn’t the first time someone's had to come to your rescue”
You scoffed. Turning away from him. “What, you want a thank you?” you could hear him let out a huff. He was probably nodding.
“Asirpa deserves answers. If getting her to the prison means she'll get those answers then any hardship will be worth it.” This time you heard him scoffing. You expected him to respond with condescension, but he remained silent.
The hot air was beginning to feel oppressive and you were starting to become too aware of how close you both were. Your chest felt tighter, and you were annoyed at how offput you felt at his questioning. Even more, you were frustrated with his lack of response.
“I'm doing it for myself too.” Ogata made no effort to indicate he acknowledged your voice, you could only feel his chest raising and falling.
“I want the gold so I can live a quiet and comfortable life. I have no loved ones, and I've spent most of my life just barely surviving. I just want to finally rest. What's a little more hardship when that's the reward.”
Ogata Said nothing. For a moment You thought he might be asleep, and your cheeks burned slightly at the idea that you said all that for nothing. He moved suddenly, the arm around your chest feeling more secure and comforting.
His voice was unbelievably low. “No loved ones?”
“No, my father abandoned my mother and I when I was very young. She became sick with pneumonia and died a few years later. I’ve been alone ever since.” You prayed he didn’t notice the slight tremble to your voice. You didn’t fully know why you were spilling such personal details to him, especially considering he was just insulting you. Moreso, you hardly knew anything about him.
His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, sending a jolt down your spine. His other hand was now on the small of your back, like your words emboldened him somehow. “You and I, we’re more alike than I thought.”
In the weeks that followed, Ogata became your shadow. He seemed to always be hovering near you, although he sparsely spoke to you. During meals he would sit behind you, and you had the feeling he was constantly examining your actions. If you got hurt or stumbled, he was the first one there to pull you back to your feet, clicking his tongue disapprovingly at you. You swore you could even feel a pair of dark eyes peering at you when you stepped away from the group to use the bathroom, but you never spotted him. When you confronted him about his behavior, he was taciturn.
“Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t slow us down too much.”
This only befuddled you more. If you annoyed him so much, why did he even bother? God he really was cat-like. Fine then, having someone watch your back wasn’t a bad thing, so you decided to do the same thing back to him. You initiated conversations with him that often led nowhere, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he appeared less perturbed by you, and you would catch his lips curling into a smile when he glanced your way. Although, if you started giving your attention to others (especially Sugimoto) he would glower at you and distance himself once more. You didn't bother to confront him Again.
As you all continued to Abashiri, you became ill, forcing the group to stop at a friendly Kotan so you could recover. It had been a few days of rest but you were still fairly feverish, even with Asirpa’s remedies, you felt a deep ache throughout your body. Even sleeping was becoming laborious.
A warm hand pressed against your forehead, stirring you from an unpleasant sleep. Ogata was peering down at you, a bowl of stew in his hand. Wordlessly, he propped you up and brought the spoon to your lips, feeding you slowly. In your hazy state, you thought briefly back to the snowstorm, the last time the two of you had been alone together. Once again his face was completely stoic, his eyes coldy studying you. His gaze was predatory even, and you felt like an animal caught in the crosshair of his scope.
As you finished he set the bowl down but made no move to leave your side. You mustered up a thin smile and laid back. “Thank you, Ogata.” He set the bowl down, grabbing a hold of the blanket atop you and quickly pulling it away. Your body jolted at the cold air, and a deep chill settled within you as he suddenly crawled over you, putting an uncomfortable amount of weight on your thighs with his hips. You groaned sharply at the pain and feebly attempted to push him off of you. He made no effort to stop you, he just stared
“Ogata, you’re hurting me…”
He lowered his face into the crook of your neck, teeth grazing the junction of your pulse. He inhaled deeply before his teeth connected with your hot flesh, arms caging you in completely. You squirmed and let out a small yelp, bucking your hips in an attempt to throw him off of you. He only ground his hips back, and you realized he was hard, his clothed cock rubbing against your crotch. He was spurred on by your gasping and twitching, continuing to mark your skin with dark bruises. When he reached your clavicle, he sat up on his knees, smoothing his hair back. You were struggling to catch your breath, trying to remain composed as he began unbuttoning his jacket. He just felt so hot and you were sure your fever was spiking dangerously. You tried to speak as he crawled towards you now naked, his flesh against yours forcing a raspy moan to rise from your throat.
“Let me take care of you, the others are out so be as loud as you want. I don’t care.” He seared his message with a sloppy kiss, tongue easily pressing into your mouth as he began undressing you. His calloused hands roamed the expanse of your skin, now covered in a thin layer of sweat. He didn’t seem to care in the slightested, and he removed his tongue from your mouth and began licking a stripe up your chest, settling on your nipple and sucking hard.
Your nails dug into his scalp, trying to deter him from going any further. Your stomach was in knots and your body was set completely ablaze, already feeling your arousal coating the inside of your thighs. Your subconscious was screaming that you should find this distressing; it was almost like you were watching what was happening through another person's eyes. He’d hardly done anything and you were already a mess, your raging fever and desire for him now completely indistinguishable.
“You’re gonna get sick…stop Ogata.” you managed to slur out.
He laughed meanly, shoving two finges into your mouth and pulling hard on your tongue. You gagged slightly and instantly began drooling around him. “That’s cute, acting concerned when your body is begging me to fuck you.” He removed them just as quickly, rubbing them against your sopping cunt and easily slipping them inside.
Your head tossed back as he began methodically stretching you out, fingers flexing and circling that tender spot deep inside of you. His lips latched onto your neck yet again and the sensations were rapidly becoming too much for you. The heel of his palm bumped against your clit as he continued thrusting his fingers deep into you, tightening that flimsy coil in your stomach. You let out a long whine as you tried to stop the inevitable, trying to stave off the boneless feeling that was spreading through you. Ogata noticed your moans becoming pitchy, and used his other hand to press down right below your navel.
“If you’re gonna cum just do it, don't deny me.”
You obeyed breathlessly, the added pressure forcing you to become undone and gush around his fingers. He removed his fingers, the sudden emptiness making you curl into yourself As you struggled to relax your body again.
Ogata licked his fingers salaciously, giving you a toothy grin as he slapped his cock against your pussy. “Let's see how well you can beg?” His cock was resting just barely inside your entrance, and he pinned your hips down preventing you from bucking into him.
Your mind was a muddled mess. You could hardly register his words, suddenly feeling all too self aware of what was happening. He'd waited to make his move on you when the others weren't around, and you were far too weak to really deny him. Besides, he'd already made you cum, was there a point in fighting?
A firm tap on your cheek snapped you from your thoughts, his lips were mere centimeters from yours. “Just give in. You're mine now anyway.”
There was no romance in his words. It was just a matter of fact to him. Deliriously, you nodded, and he bottomed out in an instant.
He swallowed up your scream with his tongue.
He offered no time to adjust and instantly began plunging deep inside of you. He let out a strained hiss as your walls spasmed around him, leaning down and resting his arm above your head. The hut was filled with the wet sounds of him battering your cervix, and your weepy moans bounced off the walls like a symphony.
“God, you're so hot inside…” Ogata was starting to look a bit disheveled, hair falling over his face and eyes blown wide with manic ecstasy. He wiped some stray tears from your cheek and began rolling his hips forward so that his pubic bone teased your swollen clit.
You were just babbling at this point, chest raising and falling erratically as he left no room for you to catch your breath. He was all over you; hands on your waist, your thighs, teeth on stomach and neck. Your body felt like jelly, melting under his fiery touch. He was devouring you, and you were going to cum.
He pulled back suddenly, removing himself entirely. Your eyes shot open. “No! Please-” Ogata's hand wrapped around your throat as he rolled you onto your side. He positioned Himself behind you, liftng your thigh up and reinserting himself with a low groan.
He was fucking you more sensually now, hand firm on your neck and lips tenderly kissing your jawline. He was able to reach even deeper inside you, hips pistoning in and out with renewed vigor. He was whispering something in your ear but it didn't Reach you, your mind was fuzzy from lack Of air and all you could focus on was how good he was making you feel. You were whimpering shamelessly, holding onto his arm as your orgasm hit you hard. You were practically convulsing, sobbing as he didn't slow for a second, forcing your cum out in an intense Spray.
“Good, good.” He moved his hand To your jaw and tilted your head back to him. Through watery eyes you saw him beaming at you. He kissed you softly, burying his cock as far as he could and rutting shallowly as he came, moans spilling into your mouth. He stayed hard inside of you for a long while, cock twitching as his cum began leaking out of you. He just held you tightly, nuzzling into your throat as you tried to relax.
The ache in your limbs had tripled and you felt an awful exhaustion coursing through you. Much to your surprise, he began wiping you down with a small cloth. He cleaned the stickiness between your thighs and propped you up to loosely wrap you in a kimono, before dressing himself as well.
“It’s better this way. I’ll keep you safe,” He was already laying next to you, covering you up with the blanket and pulling you against him. “We both want the gold for the same reason. Stay with me when this is over.”
A thick fog had settled over your mind and you weren’t able to fully comprehend what he was saying, but you nodded anyway. He seemed pleased with it, and faintly heard him purring as you melted into sleep.