Altercations were an everyday thing when you were from the Ishi clan. The snide comments, the nasty looks, but the worst of it came from the people that pretended they were not prejudice. Hiding their ugly behind niceties and humble pie all the while spitting in it. Togore had lived long enough to see the worst part of human beings and that was why he simply had no cares to give.
His brother, Enzo on the other hand was probably too sensitive for his own good. The epitome of the introvert with a rather easygoing nature. Most of the time, he went along with whatever was transpiring if it didn’t hurt him or affect where he wanted to be, but when he stood his ground there was no stopping him.
Unfortunately, that was how things ended up the way they did with Hiko Kari and Tationy Tylo. It was something Enzo simply could not let go of. Even after their father Kuro had told them to stay away, his little brother had insisted he wanted to try and speak with one or both of them. That was ultimately how the nightmare evening had started.
Reference: Unbridled Chapters 18 and 19 – If you have not read those chapters and want a little insight into what happened with Togore/Enzo and Tationy/Hiko you can take a look at those two chapters otherwise it will be addressed later in Broken. You can also check out the Muse: Sons of Kuro for additional information about why they did not approach Tationy and Hiko sooner.
All Togore could do was clean his face up and order them drinks because the outcome had left Enzo feeling defeated. If only they could actually get drunk. Sometimes the high speed regeneration of their clan was double-edged, but Togore went ahead and ordered them beers anyway as he offered his brother a drink, “Stop thinking about it.”
He accepted though sat it upon the bar with disinterest, “How do you expect me to do that?”
At first Togore didn’t respond as he watched his brother cross his arms. The truth was, it stung. Hiko Kari had punched him in the face, called them snakes, and Tationy had acted as though they were monsters coming out from underneath her bed. Sure, there were probably plenty of reasons for that, but it didn’t make either of them feel any better.
“This is our fault,” Togore responded rather pragmatically. “Kuro told us to stay away and we didn’t listen.”
“You mean I didn’t.”
Taking a swig from his beer he let his gaze drift toward the dance floor, “I get it Enzo, but they are not our parents. That is not going to change by us ambushing them.” There was not enough alcohol in the bar to even get him tipsy, but the hole in his soul felt big. Even if he was trying to hide his feelings, “That girl has some nice tits. Do you want to take her home? We could both fuck her. Might cheer you up.”
“Do whatever you want.”
“Oh, I wasn’t asking for permission,” Togore stated as he watched the girl dance and absently thought, “Nice ass too.”
Alcohol and sex, a lot of people used them to drown their tears. Unfortunately, only one of them worked and it barely satisfied the numbing. Another troubling issue with being Ishi, you could keep going and going and going, but it was near impossible to find someone that could match you. With that thought in his head he laughed, “Do you think they fuck? Can’t picture a Kari man having the staying power to satisfy an Ishi…”
“What the hell Togore? Really?”
With a shrug he stated, “It must suck having one of those introverted brains. I bet that image is going to be with you for fucking months.”
A sudden though not unexpected silence overtook their conversation as Togore’s attention settled upon the dancing girl again when her body stopped moving. There was a bit of disappointment at the lack of jiggle from her stillness at least until she turned around. “Damn,” He said under his breath and was brought back to the conversation he was having with his brother rather sharply.
“You didn’t hear anything I just said, did you?”
“Was it important?”
It was clear that his brother was annoyed as he sighed, “Never mind. If you intend to take that girl home, hurry it up so we can leave already.”
Enzo was one of a hundred reasons why Togore hated the club scene, “Why are you in such a rush? It is not as though we have anything better to do. Our elder has us on lock down and Kuro … well I am sure we are going to see him after tonight. I do so love those shitty visits from dear old dad.”
“Just blame all of this on me. It was my fault…”
Togore interrupted him, “Fuck her body is nice, but damn that face. She might be cute as hell if she smiles more.”
Sighing Enzo responded, “And we’re done.”
“What? Sorry, I was….”
Shaking his head, “Don’t. Just do whatever it is you do to get her to go home with you already.”
“Your mood is pretty shitty….” His words hung there momentarily though he did not finish them. Instead his eyes settled upon the dancing girl who sidled up to the bar. Togore did not hide the fact that his eyes were on her as she waited patiently for the bartender, “Nice tits.”
Her attention shifted toward him sharply, “Excuse me?”
“I said you have nice tits. What does a guy have to do to get you to let him stick his dick between them?” Enzo snorted, but it did not deter Togore as he looked upon the young woman expectantly.
“Unbelievable,” She said as she shook her head and looked away from him.
“What, are you one of those femnazi’s that gets bent out of shape when a guy gives you a compliment?”
“No actually, I am just stunned that you really believe that you could handle my tits. A guy like you would probably come in his pants before you even got me out of my top.”
“Oh, wanna bet?”
She laughed, “That’s your comeback?”
“Yeah, why not? I mean … I am looking for someone to fuck and if you are willing we might as well keep things interesting.”
His eyes focused on her mouth as she slowly licked her lower lip. She was definitely thinking about it, which was surprisingly not how these things usually went. Normally, he got slapped and the girl walked away that was why he was unable to hide his surprise when she asked, “Do you have a name or should I just call you tiger?”
Togore smiled though his voice was shaky, “You can call me whatever you want if you’re letting me stick my dick in you.”
“Tiger it is then,” She responded.
The ride back to his place was slightly awkward after all he had his brother in tow. The dancing girl didn’t really seem to mind and introduced herself as Mikaela. She made small talk with Enzo about the Autumn weather and what they did for a living. A nurse she had said, though Togore felt her body was better suited for fucking.
By the time they were back at his place, Enzo was ready to crash so he disappeared up the stairs and left Togore with his one-night. She wasted no time and got herself out of her panties. He liked a girl that knew what she wanted, “Are you sure you don’t need your brother to stick around. Might be the only way you win our bet.”
Her words were teasing as she sat herself upon his pool table, “Sounds like you want another dick in you. I can get him to stay, but he hasn’t fucked anything but his hand since the forties. Do you want to spread your legs for my little brother and give him a little pity pussy?”
“I am already doing that for you,” She stated.
Togore laughed, “Damn you don’t fucking cut a guy any slack do you?”
Mikaela didn’t respond to his question. Not because she didn’t have an answer. This was the type of girl that was never without words. Togore was certain that her choice to remain silent lay in the fact that the answer was yes and she simply had no reason to acknowledge it. Neither of them were here because they were chatting each other up; this was about sex.
“Don’t get shy on me tiger,” She whispered breathlessly.
“I’m not,” He responded.
“Then why are you standing so far away when my panties are already off?”
That was a good question, but one he didn’t readily have an answer for so he simply took a few steps toward her, “Why don’t we get a little more comfortable.”
“Do you have something in mind?”
Togore nodded his head as he offered his hand to her before leading them toward the stairs. They didn’t even make it more than a few feet before he stopped Mikaela and planted his lips upon hers. Her mouth tasted like pineapple and coconut, a sure sign that she was probably drinking and maybe even slightly intoxicated. Drunk girls were always terrible fucks, but even bad sex would accomplish the task of numbing his mind.
Once in his bed, Togore pinned her against it. His hand reaching up into her hair as he leaned in, his lips less than an inch from hers. There was a small gasp which told Togore that she was surprised by his aggressiveness.
His lips tantalizingly brushed against hers as he spoke, “I might get a little rough.” Togore was not trying to frighten her, but he was not exactly know for being a nice guy. All he could do was allow his gaze to drift back and forth between her eyes and her mouth. Looking for some subtle hint that she approved and was ready.
There were some noticeable changes. Her breathing was excited and her tongue slowly licked over her bottom lip in anticipation. She wanted him to make the first move, but Mikaela was bold enough to take the initiative by claiming his mouth in a heated kiss. A brief moan escaped his lips and admittedly he was quite stunned. Uncertain where it came from, he deepened their kiss.
Mikaela’s body felt flushed with Goosebumps as their lips parted and he stared deep into her eyes. They were both breathing heavy and he could not recall a time in his very long life when a simple kissed had left him speechless.
Hesitantly, Togore brought his hand up, rubbing her cheek. “Do you have a preference?”
Those pretty blue eyes were lust filled. She wanted to be taken, but his question clearly confused her. “Preference?” She asked and then continued, “Tiger…” That whisper was sweet and it sent a jolt through his body. Watching her lips part slightly was too much and any chance she had to continue speaking was halted by his mouth being planted upon hers.
Excitedly his attention fixed upon her chest. His hands were huge and there still managed to be so much breast left over that he could not caress all of Mikaela’s chest without putting in a little extra work. Oddly, it got him thinking about how many guys told her that more than a handful was a waste. Probably a lot, but he wasn’t complaining.
His lips worked on hers and it got him excited when she moaned for the first time. There was no hiding it from the way his body reacted to the broad smile that adorned his face. Togore was ready; he wanted it all. His pleasure, her pleasure and when he positioned himself between her legs he watched her eyes shift down his body appreciatively.
They did not fuss with the particulars, just enjoyed each other’s passion. The eruption nearly knocked them both out, but it was definitely not the end of the evening as far as Togore was concerned especially when he caught sight of the glow. She looked different; softer, cuter, more beautiful then before. How was that possible? He didn’t know, but there was no stopping him from having her as many times as her body could handle.
Normally, after he had sex with a girl or a guy they were calling a taxi and heading out. That wasn’t the case with Mikaela. He couldn’t help returning her smile when her lips curled awkwardly and she apologized while resting her head to his chest. He was certain that it was because she was too tired to move or perhaps that was his ego thinking.
“For what?” He asked.
She didn’t respond at first and then absently said, “Your heart is beating really fast.” It was clear to Togore that Mikaela was too tired to care about much at that moment. She didn’t seem to concern herself with the fact that she had a one-night with some strange guy that picked her up in a club. Nor that he didn’t protect himself. Not to mention the fact that his brother was a few feet away with his headphones on trying to drown out the sex sounds. Truth was, he didn’t much care about any of those things either. Maybe that made both Togore and Mikaela two fucked up and broken people.
Whatever the reason, it didn’t really matter at that moment as he reached for a blanket and pulled it up over the two of them. Closing his eyes, he thought that it was kind of nice to hold her close. He could pretend that his life was something other than what it was. He was not Ishi, his parents weren’t dead, his brother wasn’t a fucked up mess. Life was simple and he was loved.