Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction ❯ Cruel Paradise ❯ Chapter 6

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

Author's Note: My sincerest apologies for taking so long with this chapter. I was sick for a couple of weeks, but I'm better now. ^_^ I should probably mention that this chapter contains male/male sex, so if this offends you, then please don't read any further.

Chapter Six

Takaya flipped on his motorcycle's headlight when dusk fell over the city. With nowhere to go, he'd wasted the whole day riding around town in an effort to clear his mind. He didn't know where he would spend the night. He didn't want to go home, and Yuzuru's house was out of the question as it would only lead to more complications. Takaya had decided while in the mountains that he'd have to get away from everyone for awhile to let the whole disaster blow over. He hoped that Chiaki would keep an eye on Yuzuru.

He winced with guilt when he thought about that morning. He'd really messed things up. When Naoe turned and walked away from him, it felt as though his heart was ripped from his chest. He didn't blame him for leaving though. He'd not been himself that morning. He felt as though he'd teetered on insanity, torn between the two men he cared about. He'd completely lost sight of who and what he truly was. And he was sure that his words had frightened Yuzuru, who'd never seen him break down like that. He promised himself never to do it again.

Takaya's eyelids grew heavy as he rode down the street. The bright city lights blurred his vision. He struggled to keep his eyes open. I've got to find somewhere to get some sleep. He hadn't slept since the night before last, when he stayed at Yuzuru's house. He knew he could probably go to Naoe's hotel to sleep if he wanted. Naoe was always so forgiving, almost to a fault. But, unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to go to him.

The more he tried to distract his thoughts from Naoe, the more his mind drifted back to the man. He lifted his fist to pound repeatedly against his helmet. "Dammit! Quit thinking about him!" he shouted. Don't be so pathetic, Takaya! He tried to concentrate on his driving instead.

Suddenly, he realized he was near Naoe's hotel. An accident, he assured himself. It's not as if I intended to come here....but....since I'm so close, maybe I should drive by and see if he's there. If he is, I'll know he's not hunting down Yuzuru. He turned at the next light, and headed toward the hotel. He repeatedly reminded himself that he was only doing this to make sure that Naoe was there. Nothing more.

When he neared the hotel, he parked his motorcycle down the block so Naoe wouldn't see it. He walked to the parking lot, and crouched behind the front of a car. He looked around for Naoe's car, but it wasn't there. Fuck! Where is he? He sat on the asphalt and rested his elbow on the front bumper of the car. I'll just wait here for a few minutes to see if he shows up. If he doesn't, I'll have to check Yuzuru's house.

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Naoe looked at the clock on the dashboard as he drove back to the hotel. Shit! It's nearly two o'clock in the morning! He couldn't believe how much time he'd spent looking for Takaya. Walking away from him that morning was the hardest thing he'd done. He didn't know what thoughts were going through Takaya's mind when he was near the cliff, but he didn't want to upset him any further, so he had left. But worry consumed him, and he later returned only to find that everyone had gone. He'd checked Takaya's and Yuzuru's house, but nobody was home at either place.

It pained him that after everything that had gone on the past few days, Takaya was still with Yuzuru instead of him. But, that didn't stop him from spending all day and half of the night trying to find him. He was worried sick. He wished that Takaya would swallow his pride and return to him. He knew that he wanted to. He saw it in his face that morning. He was just too stubborn to give in.

Suddenly, he saw Takaya's motorcycle parked alongside the road near his hotel. Takaya, you came back? He slowed down to see if Takaya was nearby. He didn't see him near his bike, so he wondered if he was at the hotel already. He stomped on the gas and sped to the hotel.

When he arrived, he whipped his car into a parking space and jumped out. He ran into the hotel and frantically scoured the dim hallways, even his own room. He found no sign of him. He returned to his car, and looked around the poorly lit parking lot. "Fuck," he muttered as he pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. "Where are you?" He lit it and inhaled deeply. In the flickering light of his lighter, something caught his eye from in front of the car next to his.

He crept to the front of the other car, not knowing who or what to expect. His lips curled into a relieved smile. There was his Takaya, sound asleep with the side of his face cradled in his arm, resting against the front bumper of the car. He was pleasantly surprised that Yuzuru wasn't with him.

He watched with adoration as Takaya's chest rose and fell with his soft breaths. He wondered how long Takaya had been waiting. He took another drag of his cigarette and contemplated what he should do. Will he be upset when I wake him? Takaya had to be exhausted. Even that morning he'd looked fatigued, so Naoe knew he must be completely wiped out.

Naoe flicked his cigarette aside, and knelt beside Takaya. He stroked his cheek with the back of his index finger, then leaned to softly kiss his slightly parted lips. Much to his surprise, Takaya didn't even stir at his touch. "How can I be pissed off at you when you look like this?" he whispered. He kissed him again, this time his tongue lightly brushed against Takaya's.

He slung Takaya's arm over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around Takaya's waist. He carefully hoisted him to his feet. He smiled as Takaya mumbled a few curse words at the movement. "Takaya," he whispered. "Come on," he took a couple of steps, helping him walk.

Takaya laid his head on Naoe's shoulder, vaguely aware that he was with Naoe, but too tired to make a fuss. He stumbled alongside him, never opening his eyes. He groaned when Naoe held him against the wall while he unlocked the door to his room. His head flopped lazily to the side when Naoe walked him into the room, letting the door shut behind them.

Naoe moved him to the bed, and gently laid him down onto his back. He untied his shoes and pulled them off, setting them on the floor next to the bed. Satisfied that Takaya was comfortable, he walked across the room to open the curtains. He wanted to be able to see Takaya in the dark room, and the moonlight streaming through the window provided the perfect amount of illumination.

He removed his own shoes and crawled into bed beside Takaya. His heart overflowed with joy that Takaya had returned to his side where he belonged. He was no longer concerned with Yuzuru, and hadn't been, even that morning in the mountains. Takaya had returned to him, and that's all that mattered.

He propped his head onto his hand and lovingly gazed at the sleeping man. Thrilled to be close to him again, his composure faltered as his emotions overwhelmed him. Giving into his lustful desires, he carefully removed Takaya's shirt, exposing his toned stomach and chest to the light of the moon. His fingertips lazily stroked Takaya's satiny skin. He watched the muscles twitch under his caress.

He felt guilty touching Takaya while he was asleep, but he couldn't help himself. Being this close to him was too tempting. He couldn't get what happened between them the previous day out of his mind. He'd thought of nothing else since. And, oh God, how he wanted to do it again.

Naoe reached to trace Takaya's exposed nipple, caressing it in a circular motion. As he continued to tease the sensitive skin, he noticed Takaya's breathing pattern change at his ministrations.

Takaya's eyes suddenly snapped open. "Naoe? What are you doing?" he exclaimed as he grabbed Naoe's hand. He tried to push it away. He panicked as he glanced around the room and tried to remember how he'd ended up here with Naoe. The last thing he remembered was sitting next to the car in the parking lot.

"Shh," Naoe whispered as he leaned to kiss him. His heart pounded so hard, he wondered if Takaya could hear it in the silent room.

"Let go of me!" Takaya demanded as he turned his head to avoid the kiss. He rolled onto his side, trying to get away. He was stopped when Naoe's strong arms wrapped around him. He writhed in Naoe's grip, but was unable to free himself. I can't believe I fell asleep in the parking lot! How humiliating for Naoe to find me like that! He must think I'm pathetic. Hiding in the shadows like some kind of stalker!

Naoe pulled his body tightly against his own. "Are you going to run away from me again?" he asked quietly. He was relieved when Takaya finally stopped struggling.

"I appreciate you bringing me to your room to sleep, but..." Takaya's voice trailed off when Naoe's hot breath tickled his ear. He hated the fact that he was so weak when it came to Naoe.

"But what?" Naoe's voice rumbled against Takaya's neck.

Takaya took a deep breath to suppress the carnal desires that Naoe's touch evoked. "But....I only came back to make sure you were here, instead of out harassing Yuzuru," he explained, his voice quavering slightly as Naoe's warm lips tenderly explored his neck.

"Is that so?" Naoe asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Tell me. Why would I be harassing Yuzuru? I don't give a shit what Yuzuru is doing. You're the only person who matters to me," he quietly explained.

"That's funny," Takaya scoffed. "He seemed to matter to you last night when you looked as though you were going to kill him." He tried to loosen Naoe's grasp.

Naoe kissed the back of Takaya's shoulder. "A moment of weakness," he dismissed.

Takaya closed his eyes as Naoe showered kisses over his shoulder and neck. "You seem to have a lot of those, don't you," he mumbled in hopes that Naoe would let go of him before he gave in to his lust. He tried to pry Naoe's arm from around his waist.

Naoe winced when Takaya's fingers scraped against the cuts on his arm that he'd received from the broken glass that morning. "The only weakness I have is you," Naoe whispered seductively. One of his hands snaked down from Takaya's waist to rest between Takaya's legs. "You've always been my undoing."

Takaya gasped when Naoe began to stroke him through his jeans. "Stop it," he begged, embarrassed that he was already hard from Naoe's touch. Fuck! Betrayed by my own body! He pounded his fist against the arm that restrained him.

Naoe wrapped his leg over Takaya's to restrict his movement. "Why are you so stubborn?" he whispered. "You always make it seem like I'm hurting you, when really, it's the other way around." He licked Takaya's neck. "But I can play along," he murmured, kissing up Takaya's neck to his ear. He nibbled his ear lobe.

Takaya tried to suppress his heavy breaths as Naoe's strong fingers continued to rub his arousal through his pants. It felt so good. He hoped that Naoe couldn't feel his body trembling against him. No, I can't give in so easily. He tried to loosen Naoe's grip. "Let go!" he ordered. He grabbed Naoe's arm and dug his fingers in as hard as he could. He thought he felt skin tear, even through the material of Naoe's sleeve.

Naoe cried out in pain when Takaya ripped open some of the cuts on his arm. You'll go to any extent, won't you? You'd rather hurt me than your own pride. "Knock it off!" he shouted as he effortlessly flipped Takaya onto his back. He straddled Takaya's waist, pinning him to the mattress. His palms pressed against Takaya's chest to keep him still. "Stop pretending that I'm hurting you!" his deep voice shook with anger. "I fucking love you," he rasped. "All of your games are at my expense. How much do you think I can take?" he asked. "Did you come back just to fuck with my head some more?"

Takaya stared up at Naoe with a shocked expression. Suddenly, he was aware of something wet on his chest. He reached to touch it, and rubbed the substance between his thumb and finger. He immediately recognized the warm, sticky liquid as being blood. "Naoe?" he whispered. Did I do this? He reached up to run his hand along Naoe's arm, and found the shirt sleeve damp with blood. His heart sank with guilt. "I....didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to let go," he muttered.

Naoe unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, dropping it onto the floor next to the bed. He held his arm up to look at it, and saw the bleeding wasn't as bad as he thought.

Takaya watched Naoe inspect his arm. He felt horrible that he'd drawn blood. As he continued to observe Naoe, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over his bare chest as he sat above him. In the moonlight, Naoe's muscles appeared to ripple beneath his smooth skin each time he moved. He's so beautiful.

Naoe turned his attention to Takaya, who stared up at him with a concerned expression. What could he say to calm him down....to make him want to stay? What words would convey the degree to which he loved him? As he stared down at him, he realized mere words could never describe the intensity of his feelings for the man.

Takaya fidgeted under Naoe's fervent stare. He wondered what was going through his mind. Is he pissed at me? He tried to sit up.

Naoe shoved him back down. "Do you actually think that I'm going to let you go?" he snapped. "Go ahead and hurt me some more if it makes you feel better! It's nothing compared to the emotional pain you've inflicted on me for the last four hundred years!"

Takaya's eyes narrowed at Naoe's words. He didn't like to be reminded of their tormented past. He turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut, not able to look at Naoe's pained expression. He flinched when he felt Naoe's fingers grasp his chin in an attempt to force him to face him again. Takaya grabbed Naoe's hand. "Dammit! Leave me alone!" he shouted. "Why can't you understand? I don't want to remember our past!" He fought to hold back his tears. Because each time I try to think about it, the pain is unbearable.

Naoe was stunned by Takaya's words. "You....don't want to remember?" his voice degenerated to a guttural rasp. His eyes narrowed at Takaya. "Well, how convenient for you," he growled. "I wish I was so lucky. It must be nice to have such a selective memory." He glared down at Takaya with disgust.

"That's not what I meant," Takaya muttered defensively. He wanted to open up to Naoe, to tell him how he felt, but he was afraid. He didn't know how to care for someone. Hell, he didn't even really care about himself.

Suddenly, Naoe grabbed Takaya's shoulders and looked directly into his eyes. "Why can't you just say that you love me?" his voice cracked with anguish. "Why do I have to fight with you just to get the chance to touch you?" he broke down, letting his head slump forward onto Takaya's shoulder. "Why do you like to see me reduced to this?" he wept.

Takaya remained silent, unsure of how to answer Naoe. His arms twitched as he fought the urge to wrap them around Naoe.

Naoe's body quavered against his. "Can't you see that you're everything to me?" he asked, his voice raw with agony. "I know I've made mistakes in the past, but I always try my best to protect you, even if that means giving my life. Everything I've done is because I love you. You shouldn't try to hide your feelings," he pleaded. "That hurts me more than anything."

Takaya could no longer hold back his tears, touched by Naoe's despondency. He had always appreciated Naoe's dedication and selfless sacrifices to protect him, but at the same time it worried him. He didn't know what he'd do if something ever happened to Naoe. He loved him too much to live without him.

Finally giving in to the desire to comfort the man he loved, he let his arms slide up to embrace Naoe. As his hands moved up the smooth skin of Naoe's back, his fingertips skimmed across several scars. His heart lurched when he realized they were probably from the night Naoe had protected him from the glass shards at his school. Naoe....always trying to save me. His grip on Naoe tightened.

Naoe lifted his head to gaze into the tear-filled eyes of his Lord. "Takaya," he whispered longingly before covering his mouth with a passionate kiss. He possessively gathered Takaya into his arms, determined to never let him go.

Takaya clung desperately to him as their kiss intensified. He clawed his fingers into Naoe's strong shoulders, wanting to be held tighter. His every breath was devoured by Naoe's ravenous mouth. It felt so good to be in Naoe's strong, protective embrace again. He wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted to burn forever in the flames of Naoe's intense passion.

Naoe's hands explored Takaya's naked back, clutching him so tightly to his body that his breathing sounded labored, yet he didn't complain. He nudged Takaya's legs apart with his knee and rested between them.

Takaya's legs instinctively spread further apart as Naoe pressed his hips against his own. He didn't understand how Naoe's touch could make him feel so weak....so hot. He let himself be swept away by Naoe's animalistic desires, willing to let Naoe do whatever he wanted as he was consumed by the man's voracious kiss. His hands skimmed down Naoe's back to grasp his firm ass, greedily pulling Naoe against him in an effort to quell the ache between his legs.

Kissing was no longer enough as Takaya's groping hands sent Naoe's libido into a frenzy. "Don't worry, I'll give you what you want," he breathed against Takaya's lips. He slowly kissed down Takaya's neck to his chest. He stopped to tease his nipples, gently sucking and nipping at the tiny nubs. The way Takaya's back arched to his mouth as he groaned in ecstasy sent his pulse racing. He held Takaya in this position while he continued his salacious ministrations until Takaya panted ardently beneath him.

Naoe removed his arms from under the breathless Takaya. He tenderly kissed down Takaya's flat stomach until he reached the evidence of his desire. He moved his mouth to press against the hard bulge in Takaya's pants, which earned him a soft moan in return. He continued to tease his arousal through the material, kissing and stroking it until Takaya's hips shifted restlessly with want.

Takaya's entire body ached from Naoe's licentious torture. Each time Naoe's hot breath permeated the material of his pants, he had to bite his lip to keep quiet. He wondered if this was Naoe's idea of revenge. Finally, his prayers were answered when Naoe undid the button on his pants, and carefully unzipped them. He eagerly and obediently lifted his ass off the bed to let Naoe remove his pants and underwear.

Naoe took in the glorious sight of Takaya's naked body. He looked so vulnerable as he laid on his back, stripped of all his clothing. His toned body was sprawled out, his rigid length begging to be touched. Naoe was in awe of the deliciously alluring picture that he presented. And this time, unlike the previous day, he had all the privacy in the world to give Takaya a taste of the infinite depths of his carnal desires. He wanted to make love to his Lord until the world shattered around them, leaving them alone in their cruel paradise of pleasure and pain, love and hate.

Takaya's stomach fluttered with anticipation as Naoe nudged his legs further apart. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted this. He inhaled sharply through his teeth when Naoe's strong fingers delicately stroked his hardened flesh, teasing it until Takaya whimpered with frustration.

A soft groan rasped in his throat when Naoe's hot mouth slowly slid down his swollen length, the sensation sending him spiraling into euphoria. His eyelids drooped as he reveled in the sweet friction that Naoe's mouth created on his shaft. "Naoe," he panted as he reached to stroke his hair, brushing it aside so he could see Naoe's face. Nothing in the world could compare with the beautiful way in which Naoe pleasured him.

Naoe glanced up to see Takaya gazing at him, eyes filled with lust as he watched. To hear his own name on his Lord's lips in such a wanton manner made his body tremble with excitement. He studied Takaya's erotic expressions, memorizing everything. The way his mouth hung open as he panted, the way his eyes closed briefly each time the pleasure became too much. Naoe wanted to remember every little detail.

Takaya's ragged breaths filled the room as Naoe set his body ablaze with his mouth. Finally, he laid his head back down. His arms splayed above his head, gripping the pillow as Naoe lapped at his heated flesh, coaxing him closer to orgasm. He tried to resist, but Naoe's eager mouth wasn't making it easy for him. His fingers clawed into the pillow as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over him. "Naoe," he breathed, pushing his hips to man's mouth. He groaned when Naoe's hot mouth milked him of everything he had.

His eyes fluttered open when Naoe crawled over the top of him. Suddenly, his deep breaths were stifled when Naoe's mouth crushed against his in a searing kiss. He could taste himself on Naoe's lips, and it turned him on. He clung to him as his heart pounded with apprehension at what he knew his beloved Naoe was going to do to him next.

Naoe quickly kicked off his pants and underwear, flinging them off his feet onto the floor. He reached over to the night stand to retrieve a small bottle out of the drawer, glad that he'd brought it in from the car the previous day. He'd prayed for the chance to use it again. He opened the bottle and dumped some of the contents into his hand, then tossed the container onto the floor next to the bed.

Naoe's mouth covered his in a passionate kiss, while his hand moved to smear the lotion onto his erection. He nearly jumped when he felt Takaya's fingers timidly touch his arousal. A low groan rumbled in his throat as Takaya explored his lotion-coated length with curiosity. He buried his head in the crook of Takaya's neck as his body smoldered with desire. He put his hand over Takaya's, making it move up and down his length until he was panting against the warm skin of Takaya's neck. The last of his self control was obliterated.

Unable to wait any longer, he situated himself between Takaya's legs. He bit down on his lip to stifle a groan as he slowly pushed his length into him. His entire body throbbed with pent up lust, and Takaya's abandoned expression only increased his urgency.

Takaya grimaced with pain when Naoe penetrated him, but the way Naoe held him protectively in his arms helped to ease his discomfort. Gradually, the pain subsided and only the feeling of intense pleasure remained as Naoe moved inside him.

Soon, the room reverberated with Takaya's feral moans as Naoe's thrusts intensified. Takaya clung to him, his fingers raking into Naoe's back. He gazed up at Naoe, enthralled by the fervor in the man's eyes. He'd never seen Naoe's face filled with such emotion.

Naoe's breaths were ragged and beads of sweat glistened on his brow as he lost himself in Takaya's torrid expression. Unable to restrain his prurient desires any longer, he forced Takaya's knees to his chest, reveling in the man's startled cry. He didn't want to hurt Takaya, but he could no longer hold back.

Takaya's hands slipped off Naoe's back, his body jarred by each powerful thrust. "N...Naoe," he murmured, overwhelmed by what Naoe was doing to him. Consumed by his own insatiable lust, he moved a shaky hand to grasp his own arousal. He began to pump his hand up and down his length in time with Naoe's thrusts.

The sight of Takaya masturbating as he made love to him was something Naoe had never expected. He watched feverishly as his Lord gifted him with a scene more beautiful than he ever could've imagined. He breathed gentle words of encouragement to Takaya.

Takaya finally succumbed to the heat building inside him. With a quiet groan, he climaxed, his seed spilling onto his hand and belly. He moved his hand to wipe it off on the blanket, but was surprised when Naoe grabbed it and pulled it to his lips. He watched intently as Naoe kissed his fingers as if he was thanking them.

Naoe let go of Takaya's hand and clutched him desperately, his fingers bruising the younger man's skin as the pleasure became too much to bear. A guttural moan tore from his throat as he came deep inside Takaya. He collapsed against him, holding him tightly as they caught their breath. "I'll never let you go," he panted as he kissed Takaya's sweaty forehead. "Never."

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to be continued....

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who's reading the story, and for the kind reviews. ^_^