Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction ❯ Cruel Paradise ❯ Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mirage of Blaze or any of it's characters. They belong to Kuwabara Mizuna.

Author's Note: This chapter contains sex between two men. If this offends you, please don't read any further.

Chapter 3

Yuzuru walked back into his house, shutting the door behind him. He turned to Saori. "I want to know why you slapped Takaya," he said, staring at her. "What is going on? Why is everyone acting so strange."

Saori looked at the floor, wringing her hands nervously. After a long pause, she answered quietly. "I saw you two last night behind the school." She hoped he didn't notice her blushing.

Yuzuru sighed, approaching her. "That wasn't what it looked like," he explained, smiling as he put his hand on her shoulder. "Takaya was upset and lonely, and that was his way of seeking comfort. Simple as that," he explained. "I understand you're concerned, but there's no need to worry about me. Takaya would never hurt me," he continued.

"Uh...yeah, okay," she answered, confused. I'm not worried that he'll hurt you, I'm worried that he LIKES you! Sheesh.

"Great," Yuzuru patted her on the back. "Now that this is settled, there's some things I need to take care of," he said cheerfully.

Saori walked toward the door. "I'll see you soon, Yuzuru," she chimed, opening the door. "I'm glad you're not upset with me," she continued. "When I told Naoe, he seemed really pissed." She waved at him. "See you later!" She closed the door behind her, wondering why Yuzuru couldn't see that she had a crush on him. Sometimes Yuzuru is as bad as Naoe...Takaya this and Takaya that.

Yuzuru watched her leave, her words echoing in his mind. She told Naoe? That must be the reason Naoe's behavior was so strange earlier. His heart skipped a beat. Takaya!

He ran across the room to the wooden phone stand. He plopped down next to it, pulling the phone book from the bottom shelf. He quickly riffled through the pages. Finding the hotel where Naoe had last stayed, he grabbed the phone and dialed the number.

"Hello. Could you tell me if a man by the name of Tachibana Yoshiaki is staying there?" Yuzuru asked politely. "Yes, I can hold," he said.

The more he thought about Naoe's bizarre behavior that morning, the more he worried. Had he known what was going on, he never would've suggested that Naoe try to catch up with Takaya.

"He's not staying there?" Yuzuru repeated to the man on the phone. "Okay, thank you." He hung the phone up, and looked at the phone book again. There are so many hotels in this area! It's going to take forever!

He closed his eyes and touched his lips with his fingertips, remembering the way Takaya had kissed him the previous night. Takaya...

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Takaya zipped recklessly in and out of the traffic on his motorcycle. His thoughts dwelled on the previous night. I've done a horrible thing. I've betrayed my best friend, kissing him...all the while, thinking of Naoe. I'm such a Bastard! A car honked when Takaya cut in front of it. He flipped off the driver, speeding up. But the car caught up to get behind him.

Takaya, determined to outrun the jerk, tweaked the gas and his bike jetted up to 65 MPH. Takaya smirked as he whizzed by several cars. Try to keep up with me now, Asshole!

Glancing behind, he was startled to see that car behind him again. "What the hell?" Finally, heavy traffic forced him to slow down. When he did, the car pulled up alongside him. He looked over, ready to mouth off, when he recognized Naoe angrily motioning for him to pull over. Shit! Every time I see you, you're driving a different car!

Takaya was both ecstatic and infuriated to see Naoe. Part of him was relieved that he hadn't disappeared- his greatest fear. But he was also furious that Naoe had taken so long to return to his side. How dare you make me worry about you. He felt foolish for caring. When his gaze met Naoe's, a chill went down his spine. Naoe's angry expression pierced him like a dagger. He'd never imagined that Naoe could look so maniacal. Takaya whipped his motorcycle around the car in front of him, and sped off, leaving Naoe behind again. Was that you outside Yuzuru's window after all? Does this mean you ARE jealous? His heart pounded with fear...and excitement. If you want to talk to me, you'll have to catch me first!

"That Bastard!" Naoe couldn't believe that Takaya would brush him off! His anger consumed him. He floored the gas pedal, following Takaya. So, you want to play games, huh? He swerved in and out of traffic, quickly gaining on Takaya.

Takaya was concerned to see Naoe driving so recklessly. What the hell is his problem? This isn't like him at all. He'll wreck if he's not careful. Takaya's heart pounded. Screeching tires and honking horns drowned out all other traffic noises as he expertly veered between cars. Even if Naoe was jealous of Yuzuru, Takaya hadn't expected this sort of reaction from him. He's really pissed! He looks like he wants to kill me! Has he lost his mind?

Takaya tried everything possible to shake Naoe from his tail; running red lights and making sudden turns. But after nearly wrecking several times, he decided to get out of the city. Whether he admitted it or not, he was scared out of his mind. What would Naoe do if he caught him? There was something very sinister in his expression, something Takaya had never seen before.

Naoe gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. No matter what maneuver Takaya executed, Naoe was able to keep up with him. Are you frightened, Kagetora? Or is this your idea of foreplay? He smiled maliciously, his mind reeling with the many ways he could punish Kagetora for this.

Takaya took a sharp right turn down a desolate road that led out of the city into a rural area, speeding up to full throttle. He gasped when he saw that Naoe was still behind him. Holy Shit! He's still following me? Concentrating on his driving, trees and other objects were mere blurs in the bright sunlight. Even through his helmet, the wind was deafening and it threatened to tear his t-shirt from his body. Adrenaline raced through his veins as he wondered where this narrow road led.

Suddenly, the motor sputtered! "Fuck! Out of gas? Shit! Not now, dammit!" he yelled as the bike coasted to a halt at the side of the road. He dumped the bike and ran.

Naoe's car skidded to a stop on the asphalt behind Takaya's bike. He jumped out of the car and sprinted after Takaya, shouting his name as he ran. Realizing that his running speed was no match for Takaya's, he quickly made his way back to his still-idling car. He squealed his tires as he floored the gas, leaving the smell of burnt rubber behind. "Damn him!" He slammed his fist into the steering wheel.

Takaya's long strides quickly put distance between him and Naoe. The only sounds he could hear were his own heaving breaths and the dull thud of his shoes hitting the asphalt. Though he wanted to, he didn't dare look behind him as he ran. His hands fumbled with the strap on his helmet. He tore it off and threw it aside, watching it bounce a couple of times on the road before he passed it by.

Seeing a sparsely wooded area on his left, he threaded his way toward it. Though there weren't many trees, maybe he'd be able to hide behind one until Naoe gave up and left. His feet dug into the soft dirt as he sped up a hill toward the trees.

He'd only made it a few steps, when suddenly Naoe's car careened off the road ahead of him, almost hitting a tree as it fish-tailed to a stop. Naoe shut off the car, and leaped out. He reached to grab Takaya as he tried to run around the front of the car.

Takaya, unable to stop so suddenly, practically ran right into Naoe's arms. By this time, he was so winded and frightened that he was practically helpless.

Naoe pushed Takaya violently up against his car. "What the fuck were you thinking?" he yelled. "You could've gotten yourself killed!" Lord Kagetora...what are you doing? Kissing Yuzuru, avoiding me...is this all just another one of your games?

Naoe grabbed Takaya's shirt, clutching the material in his fist. "Why did you kiss Yuzuru?" he demanded between heavy breaths, his eyes burning into Takaya's.

Takaya gasped. He knows about that? Did he see us? "I..." he stopped. I can't tell him that I missed him. I don't know what to say. "It's your fault!" he spit out before he even realized what he'd said.

Naoe's lip twitched at Takaya's words. How dare you blame me! "My fault?" his voice ascended to a murderous falsetto.

Takaya felt his confidence increasing. "Yeah! You're the one who left me there on the dock!" he snapped, still out of breath. Keep talking, Takaya. Turn it around on him. He's the one who left YOU. How did he expect you to behave?

Naoe's face flushed with indignation. "I told you that I was going to try to get some information about what the Warlords are planning!" he yelled, shaking Takaya. "I told you I loved you, and what do you do? You kiss your friend?" His bottom lip quivered with fury.

"It was an innocent kiss! Besides, it serves you right for being gone so long!" Takaya shouted at him, eyes blazing with contempt. "You know how I get when you're not by my side!" His eyes widened when he heard his own words. His hand shot up to cover his mouth. Why did I say that?

Naoe was stunned by the words as well. So, you were punishing me? That kiss with Yuzuru meant nothing then? His eyes focused intently on Takaya for a moment. He leaned forward to whisper into Takaya's ear. "Haven't you learned by now that you shouldn't play with fire?" he taunted.

Naoe's hot breath on his ear stirred a carnal desire inside him. He shut his eyes when Naoe's soft hair brushed against his cheek. He inhaled deeply, comforted by Naoe's familiar clean scent.

Naoe pulled Takaya into his arms with such strength that Takaya couldn't breathe, his fingers digging painfully into the younger man's sides. "You're mine..." he murmured. "I won't allow you to kiss anyone else." He brushed his lips against Takaya's forehead. "You belong to me. You always have." I don't care if all your memories have come back or not, Takaya. I won't allow you to even look at anyone else...not even Yuzuru.

Suffocating, Takaya squirmed in Naoe's tight embrace. "You're hurting me, Naoe," he struggled to whisper. Naoe's strong hold pinned his arms at his sides. He looked up into Naoe's heated gaze, his body beginning to tremble. Shivers ran down his spine at the intensity in Naoe's eyes.

Naoe peered down at his beloved Lord, who looked so helpless in his arms. He leaned forward, crushing his lips against Takaya's in a brutal kiss. He loosened his grip, one hand moving up to grasp the back of Takaya's head, the other wrapping around the small of Takaya's back, pulling his body closer.

Finally able to breathe again, Takaya gasped against Naoe's mouth. He slid his hands up to Naoe's chest to push him away, but his efforts were futile. Naoe was much stronger, physically. "Let me go," Takaya panted. He moved his hands up to wrap around Naoe's neck. "Let me go, or I'll kill you," his threat was devoured by Naoe's kiss.

Naoe pulled his mouth from Takaya's, surprised that Takaya wasn't squeezing his neck yet. "Then kill me," Naoe whispered, gazing at the beautiful man in his arms. The flush of Takaya's complexion and the way his chest heaved from running was driving Naoe mad with want. His Lord looked so flustered, so frail at that moment as he panted for breath. "Let me be the only one you want to kiss," Naoe whispered longingly, lifting Takaya's chin up with his finger to admire those dark brown eyes that he loved so much.

Takaya stared up at the man who's embrace he craved more than he would ever admit. The look of desire in Naoe's eyes was like a mirror, reflecting his own unspoken lust. The lust he'd been carrying for nearly 400 years. His fingers loosened from around Naoe's neck.

Suddenly, Naoe's lips were on his again, softly depleting his resistance. "Stop it," Takaya murmured against Naoe's mouth. Was he furious at Naoe's audacity? Or furious because he wanted him too? He let out a quiet moan when Naoe's tongue slipped into his mouth, intertwining with his own in a heated dance. "Stop," he breathed, frightened by how much the kiss affected him.

Naoe ignored Takaya's words. His body yearned to be touched. Please, Lord Kagetora. Don't make me stop this time. Please. His hand slid down Takaya's back to grab his ass, pulling his hips tightly against his own.

Finally, Takaya gave in, losing himself in Naoe's strong embrace and passionate kiss. He hesitated at first, but then wrapped his arms around Naoe's neck and lost himself in the intensity of his own desire.

Naoe's body pressed against Takaya's, desperately trying to relieve the ache that he'd felt for so long. Mouths breathlessly slanting against each other's in a passionate exploration, Naoe's hands slipped under the back of Takaya's t-shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it aside.

His hands roamed Takaya's warm, silky skin; his fingertips memorizing every muscle. "You're...so...beautiful," Naoe murmured between kisses.

Takaya whimpered as Naoe's kiss became rough, needy. He winced when Naoe's fingers dug into the soft skin of his back. Naoe's hips restlessly ground against him, the hard bulge in his pants rubbing against his own.

As much as Naoe wanted to take his time, he found it difficult to contain the strong emotions that were burning inside him. He'd waited so long for this moment. His dreams of tenderly making love to Kagetora were now giving way to his uncontrollable primal lust. His body quavered with conflicting sentiments.

Takaya's arms hung at his sides as Naoe's lips explored every inch of his bare chest. He hissed with pleasure when Naoe licked at his nipples, grazing his teeth against the tiny, sensitive nubs. His body throbbed with a dull ache that Naoe's teasing aggravated. Emotions churning inside him like a violent storm, he struggled against his own burning desire to keep part of himself emotionally distanced. But Naoe was drowning him, his every touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through his psyche, tearing down the wall of resistance that had taken him 400 years to maintain.

Naoe dropped to his knees, facing Takaya. He grasped Takaya's waist, kissing his flat, toned stomach. The way his Lord's body trembled in his arms made him feel powerful. For once, Kagetora was at his mercy, and he intended to make the most it. He brushed his lips against Takaya's lower stomach, his open-mouth kisses leaving a warm saliva trail to the waistband of Takaya's jeans.

Naoe's fingers shook as they worked to unbutton Takaya's pants. He nearly jumped when a hand suddenly grabbed his, stopping him. He looked up at Takaya, pleading with his eyes. He lifted Takaya's hand to his mouth, gingerly kissing each of his fingertips, seeking permission to continue.

Takaya conceded, his head slumping forward. He closed his eyes as his jeans and underwear were swept down his legs. He stepped out of the garments, kicking them aside. The cool air sent a chill over his entire body. Though his eyes were closed, he could feel Naoe's gaze burning through him. His stomach fluttered with apprehension when Naoe's fingers tickled the skin of his upper thighs.

Naoe admired his Lord's glorious body with the lust of 400 years pulsing through his body. "Lord Kagetora..." he murmured, his body electrified with anticipation. "Whether you love me or not...you're mine," he whispered possessively. His fingertips leisurely danced up Takaya's thighs, across his lower abdomen, and down again, flitting close to, but not touching Takaya's rigid manhood.

No longer able to bear Naoe's lascivious torture, Takaya's hand snaked down to touch himself. He was shocked when his hand was swatted away. He looked down to see Naoe smirk up at him from on his knees.

"Is this what you want?" Naoe taunted, trailing a finger along Takaya's erection, enjoying the sharp gasp his touch evoked. His strong fingers gingerly wrapped around it, slowly stroking the silky skin. "So beautiful," he panted, his hands worshiping Takaya's flesh. He delicately lapped at the sensitive skin, curling his tongue around the head.

Takaya groaned when Naoe's hot mouth slid down his length, encasing him in wet warmth. With half-lidded eyes, he watched Naoe's head bob up and down on him in a hypnotic rhythm. After a few minutes, Takaya's hands moved to stroke Naoe's soft, brown hair. "Ah...Naoe," he panted suddenly, as his hips involuntarily thrust to the rhythm of Naoe's mouth on his shaft.

Naoe glanced up, pleased when he saw Takaya's ardent expression. He was overjoyed that it was he, who was giving him such pleasure. Lord Kagetora. Listening to the soft, sexy sounds escaping Takaya's lips caused his own arousal to throb with need.

Takaya gazed down at the man who swore always to protect him, captivated by the licentious sight that Naoe presented at that moment. It was a dream that he never wanted to end. "Please...don't stop," Takaya murmured breathlessly as Naoe continued to suck him. His climax quickly approached; his body tensed as the heat built inside him. Finally, it was too much. "N...Naoe," he suddenly groaned, his seed spilling into Naoe's warm mouth. He dreamily watched Naoe swallow every drop of his essence.

Naoe quickly stood, tearing his clothes off as Takaya gazed at him, lost in post-orgasmic bliss. He opened the back door of his car, and sat on the seat. He motioned for Takaya to join him.

Takaya slipped in next to him, pulling the door shut. He grabbed on to the front seat while Naoe lifted him onto his lap. Naoe's rock-hard length pressed into his lower back.

He leaned back against Naoe, letting Naoe's hands caress every inch of his body. Takaya's head rested in the crook of Naoe's neck. He sighed, relishing Naoe's undivided attention. The world around them disappeared. It was just him and his beloved Naoe. Nothing else mattered.

Naoe traced a finger along Takaya's soft lips, moaning when Takaya began to lick, then suck it. "God...I want you," he whispered huskily, mesmerized as Takaya's suggestive ministrations caused his manhood to throb even more. He had to have release.

He sat upright, pushing Takaya forward. He reached around Takaya, blindly searching for a small bottle of lotion in the console between the two front seats. I know Haruie left his lotion in here, I just saw it yesterday. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it. He wasted no time dumping some of it into his hand, and tossing the bottle aside.

He smeared the lotion onto his engorged arousal, the slicking noises mingling with their heavy breaths. "Relax," he whispered seductively. He situated Takaya above his arousal, and carefully guided him down onto it. He choked back a moan as he slid inside Takaya's body. Lord Kagetora. I've waited so long for this. His fingers dug into Takaya's hips as he moved him up and down on his rigid shaft.

Takaya whimpered breathlessly as Naoe's erection stretched his insides. His fingers clawed into the front seat to stabilize himself.

Naoe gingerly kissed Takaya's shoulder, tears of joy in his eyes. Finally, after so many years, he was making love to Lord Kagetora. He reached around and stroked Takaya's hard length. You're mine...forever. Every part of you.

The initial discomfort gave way to pleasure. Takaya panted, his body veneered with sweat, as Naoe both moved inside him and stroked his arousal. Takaya's mind spun out of control, so consumed by his intense passion for Naoe.

The windows steamed up with their body heat and heavy breathing. The carnal sounds of their love-making reverberated in the confines of the car, fueling their libido to frenetic proportions.

Takaya's grip on the front seat tightened, his senses overwhelmed by the heat of their combined passion. Although he tried to keep from climaxing again, he finally gave in to the waves of pleasure that cascaded over him. He cried out as his body jerked, his hot cum spilling into Naoe's hand.

Naoe gathered Takaya in his arms, driving deeper and harder into him. He sobbed, hugging his Lord possessively, as he shot his seed inside him. He collapsed against Takaya's back in a breathless, sweaty heap. "I love you," he whispered against Takaya's sweat-dampened skin.

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To be continued...

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who's still reading this! ^_^ I'll try to get the next chapter done as soon as possible.