Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction ❯ Cruel Paradise ❯ Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Mirage of Blaze belongs to Kuwabara Mizuna.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

 

 

Relieved to finally be back in the hotel room, Takaya hastily closed the door, all too eager to shut himself off from the world outside. He turned to Naoe, but the man had already disappeared into the bathroom. Takaya was left standing alone in the late-evening sunlight that streamed through the window, the eerie stillness of the room not at all unlike the unsettling calm following a violent storm. He sighed and slumped back against the door. Naoe hadn't spoken a single word the entire way back to the hotel. Takaya's eyes again wandered to where Naoe had broken the window. Over and over, Naoe's hurtful allegations played in his mind. Even if I'm miserably jealous, as long as you feel wanted, that's all that matters to you... Why, when everything had seemed to be going so well, would Naoe say something like that? Was that how the man really felt?

 

Takaya glanced at the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. He caught glimpses of movement, but was unable to discern what the man was doing. Chewing his lip, he worried that Naoe had been injured after all. Relax, Takaya...he's only been in there a few minutes. He folded his arms across his chest, as if hugging himself as he tried to figure out where he'd gone so terribly wrong.

 

Takaya nearly jumped when the bathroom door creaked open. Naoe walked toward him; no suit jacket, no tie, his tattered button up shirt dangling open, exposing his bare chest and abdomen. Takaya tried to avert his eyes, but was too captivated by the man's uncharacteristically disheveled appearance.

 

“Going somewhere?” Naoe's low voice broke the silence.

 

“Huh?” Takaya looked around, then realized that his back was still pressed against the door. “No, I just...,” his voice trailed off as Naoe drew closer, his eyes locking with Takaya's. Takaya felt his face heat under the man's intense gaze. He wondered, maybe even hoped that Naoe would take him into his arms, whether it be out of anger, concern, or whatever else because at that moment he desperately needed Naoe's touch. Then perhaps everything would be okay.

 

But Takaya's heart sank when Naoe did not embrace him.

 

“Let me see your hand,” Naoe instructed softly.

 

Takaya looked at the bloody knuckles of his right hand, injured no doubt from when he'd punched the building out of frustration.

 

“Give me your hand,” Naoe gently repeated, revealing a damp washcloth.

 

“I can take care of myself,” Takaya stubbornly insisted and awkwardly tried to snatch the washcloth away. But when Naoe flashed a pained expression, the one that always cut deep into his soul, he immediately let go. “Alright,” he quietly relented.

 

Takaya gritted his teeth as the damp cloth grazed his wounds. He winced as Naoe carefully blotted the lacerated skin.

 

Several silent moments passed as Takaya waited for Naoe to say something...anything. Finally, unable to hold back his frustration any longer, he blurted hoarsely, “Did you really mean what you said earlier? You think I like to see you suffer?” The man's words still stung, even now.

 

Naoe wordlessly continued tending to Takaya's wounds. He felt Takaya's gaze upon him, but he didn't look up...he couldn't.

 

Takaya yanked his hand away. “Answer me, Naoe,” he demanded, grabbing both sides of his shirt at the collar. “What is going on in your head? I thought we were past all this! I thought we understood each other!” His fingers firmly twisted into the material. “And don't give me any more cryptic bullshit about 30 years ago either!”

 

Naoe's body tensed. After a quiet pause, he replied sorrowfully, “Stop this, Takaya.” He dropped the washcloth. “You know exactly what I'm talking about. No more games.” He seized Takaya's forearms, his voice growing more accusatory. “You've always exploited my feelings to your advantage...to get what you want; what YOU need. When will you stop?”

 

“If you think I'm playing games, then why play along?!” Takaya blurted, his voice pained. He stared unflinchingly into the man's eyes, challenging him. “If you think I like to make you jealous, then why react?”

 

“Because that's what you want me to do!” was Naoe's anguished reply. “That's how you test my love, my loyalty!” Yes, he knew he'd always played right into Kagetora's hands, doing exactly what Kagetora knew he would. But he couldn't help it! He grabbed Takaya's shoulders, his words desperate, “You know I can't play second! Not to Minako! Not to Yuzuru! Not to anyone! Ever! Because you belong to me!” In blurting those words, he realized how much Kousaka's taunts regarding Takaya and Yuzuru's closeness had wounded him.

 

Takaya shivered. Minako?! That name on Naoe's lips caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand and his stomach to knot. He could almost crumple to the floor. A heavy silence filled the room. “You...don't understand,” Takaya finally whispered. How could Naoe be so wrong about everything? Naoe had never been second to anyone...ever. Takaya may not have recovered all his memories, but he did understand how deeply he felt for Naoe. But surely Naoe already knew that, right?

 

“No, you're the one who doesn't understand,” Naoe murmured and moved his body closer, “what a horrible person I am.” He leaned forward to graze his lips across the teen's, touching them ever-so-slightly. He felt Takaya's fingers tighten their hold on his shirt, pushing against him as if to distance himself. “Do you know what I wanted to do to you?” he whispered obscenely against the teen's lips, his voice tinged with gleeful venom. “Right there in front of Yuzuru? In front of everyone? To prove that you belong to me?”

 

Takaya swallowed the lump in his throat. “Disgusting,” he hissed, now digging his knuckles into the man's chest as he held fast to the shirt's material bunched in his hands.

 

“You're right,” Naoe woefully conceded, hurt by Takaya's comment. “I am disgusting. Hopeless. A killer. And worse. I'm everything you've driven me to be. But I'm the only one who can give you what you need.” He grasped Takaya's chin with his thumb and forefinger and firmly tilted the teen's head back, baring his neck.

 

“What a lewd sight it would've been,” Naoe continued, his tongue burning a hot trail up Takaya's neck to his jaw. He inched closer to his lord, wanting desperately to feel his body pressed against his own. “Your moans of pleasure echoing throughout the streets with me buried deep inside you...”

 

“Stop...Naoe,” Takaya pleaded, feeling heat rising in his cheeks. He squirmed, attempting to push Naoe away. “Not like this...”

 

“Shhh,” Naoe murmured, his lips brushing against Takaya's ear. His other hand crept down to caress the growing bulge in Takaya's pants as he continued his lascivious fantasy, “Your face flushing with passion when I suck on this, lapping up every ounce of your essence like the obedient dog I am.” He nipped the man's earlobe, his breath ragged with pent-up lust. “I would've if you'd have wanted,” he added with a husky whisper. “There's no need for games now, Takaya. I'll do anything you want me to. I always have. I'll fuck you however, whenever you want. Just tell me.”

 

Takaya squeezed his eyes shut, positive that Naoe had heard the way his breath hitched just then. “S-stop!” he pleaded. He pushed harder against Naoe's chest. He had to break free! Already, Naoe's fervid words and the vivid images they painted in his mind were affecting him. He needed a moment to collect his composure, and breath. But where his hands had meant to push Naoe away, now desperately clung to the man.

 

Naoe pinned Takaya against the door. “Letting them all see your beautiful naked body, the body that belongs to me, as you squirm beneath me in ecstacy,” he continued. “Allowing them to watch me take you over and over as you beg for more. Would you have enjoyed that? Is that how you wanted me to play your game?”

 

“No!” Takaya protested.

 

Undaunted, Naoe purred, “No, you wouldn't have enjoyed it, or no, that's not how you want me to play?”

 

Takaya felt flushed. He was nearly gasping for breath.

 

“What's the matter? Isn't this what you want?” Naoe pressed. “My jealousy, my possessiveness turns you on, right?” he taunted. “Admit it, you're excited to know that I can't stop thinking about fucking you, dominating your body in every way, doesn't it?” He felt Takaya's answer in the way the teen's pants tightened against his hand.

 

Stifling a groan, Takaya closed his eyes and rested his head against the door. His heart pounded so, that he felt it may explode from his chest at any second. Why was Naoe tormenting him? Naoe's ardent words were a spark, igniting the flames of passion within him. There was no denying that his mind and body screamed for Naoe's touch. More than he wanted to admit to himself. But still...

 

“I...,” Takaya began, flustered. “Stop mocking me, dammit!” Embarrassed, he tried to lunge past Naoe, the two of them wrestling into the middle of the room. “What do you want me to say?!” Takaya cried. He couldn't bear to see Naoe behave this way again.

 

Naoe quickly overpowered the teen. “Tell me you need me,” he pleaded breathlessly. He moved his hand up Takaya's back to pull the man's head against his chest, fingers entangling the back of his hair.

 

Takaya's body quivered helplessly in the man's arms. His legs were like jello as Naoe slowly backed him toward the edge of the bed.

 

Naoe put his lips to the top of Takaya's head. “Just like you, I need to feel wanted too,” he uttered hoarsely into the teen's mussed hair. His blood hot with passion, Naoe grasped one of Takaya's hands and pressed it to where his own erection throbbed. “If you tell me, I'll show you the full extent of my lust.”

 

Takaya gulped, his hand trembling timidly against Naoe's crotch. His heart raced with desire remembering how hot that part of Naoe had felt inside him- the pleasure, the pain, all of it. He began to feel restless, anxious...his body craving more of the same.

 

With one fluid motion, Naoe slipped the teen's shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. His fingertips skimmed across the warm, smooth skin of his lord's chest, eliciting several small twitches in the well-defined muscles. He leaned down to kiss Takaya's cheek, then jaw. “Tell me,” he whispered, his lips hungrily working down Takaya's neck. “No more games,” his low voice rumbled against the teen's throat. One of his hands slid down to unbutton and unzip Takaya's jeans.

 

Takaya found himself unable to object when he felt his pants and underwear being yanked down, exposing his hard, aching flesh to the cool air of the room and Naoe's predatory gaze. His hands instinctively slid up the man's chest to wrap around his neck. And as if in answer to Takaya's silent prayers, Naoe's fingers encircled the swollen flesh between his legs, where they began to move up and down in a tortuously slow rhythm. And before he knew it, his face was buried in Naoe's chest, his breaths quickening. His hips pushed restlessly against Naoe's hand.

 

“N-Naoe,” he murmured as every skilled stroke of the man's hand sent shivers throughout his body. He knew he was holding onto Naoe too tightly, probably even painfully, but he couldn't help it. He needed more.

 

Naoe brushed his lips against Takaya's ear, seductively whispering his name before proceeding to describe in graphic detail what he was about to do to him. His lord's trembling whimper set him afire. He ravished Takaya's naked chest with hot kisses. The teen's ragged breaths, the way he smelled, the slightly salty taste of his warm skin nearly drove Naoe wild as he nipped and licked at one of Takaya's nipples before sliding lower until he was on his knees. He felt Takaya's fingers tighten their grip on his shoulders.

 

Looking up from his knees, Naoe's gaze was met with a pleading look of desire from his lord. Maintaining eye contact, he leaned forward to lick just below the Takaya's navel before trailing his tongue lower to the rock-hard flesh his hand still caressed, causing the teen to cry out softly.

 

Eyes glazed with lust, Naoe licked Takaya's length, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip. He greedily kissed every inch of it. Takaya's soft gasps told Naoe that he wasn't the only one losing control of his desire. “More?” Naoe asked silkily, lapping at his master's flesh again before taking it fully into his mouth, sliding his mouth hungrily up and down the length of that flesh-the flesh that belonged to him. He would die before he'd allow anyone else to ever touch this perfect body.

 

“Unn,” Takaya choked, barely capable of coherent thought. His knees nearly buckled, his quivering body no longer under his own control. Naoe's heated gaze burned into his, as if studying every pleasure-filled expression Takaya could not suppress.

 

Takaya grabbed Naoe's hair, tangling his fingers through it. “N-Naoe...,” the teen murmured feverishly as his lover's mouth skillfully bobbed up and down on his engorged flesh. He gasped wildly as the wet warmth of Naoe's mouth overwhelmed his senses. Even Naoe's fingertips grazing against his thighs sent shivers throughout Takaya's entire body.

 

Takaya's knees quavered helplessly as he was no match for Naoe's carnal talents. His mind reeled with the sounds of his own frantic breaths intermingled with the lewd noises that Naoe's lips made against his skin. And the perverted things Naoe had said, the salacious things he'd promised to do to him. How was it possible that those words, Naoe's verbalized fantasies, affected him so readily? Just recollecting them nearly made him come.

 

Takaya bit his lower lip, trying to hold back as long as he could, but the sheer pleasure created by his protector's mouth soon overcame him. His body stiffened, unable to hold back the inevitable. Clenching fistfuls of Naoe's hair, he spilled his seed into the man's mouth with a hoarse cry. Mesmerized, he watched Naoe swallow every last drop just as the man had wickedly promised that he would. Takaya's stomach fluttered. Did the man intend to fulfill every whispered fantasy?

 

Naoe quickly rose to his feet and roughly grabbed Takaya, crushing his lips against his lord's with savage ferocity as he pulled his body tightly against him. He was going to make his lord forget everything, everyone but him.

 

Takaya felt the hard bulge in Naoe's pants digging into him as their heated kiss continued. Tasting himself on Naoe's lips only intensified his desperation to feel Naoe inside him again. What was Naoe waiting for?! How long was he going to make him wait? His hands moved to Naoe's ass, pulling him closer, insistently. He hastily kicked off his pants and underwear from around his ankles. He wanted to demand the man take off his pants too, but instead, his hands followed the waistband of Naoe's pants to the front, where his shaky fingers frantically fumbled with the button. His frustrated groan was consumed by Naoe's ravenous mouth.

 

Naoe moved one hand to help Takaya with the button, freeing his swollen flesh to the teen's eager fingers. Covering Takaya's hand with his, he wrapped it around his aching length. “Now I'm going to show you how much I want you,” he panted against his lord's lips.

 

He threw the teen back onto the bed, climbing atop him. Unwilling to waste time removing his pants, Naoe yanked them down impatiently. He retrieved a small tube from one of the pockets and squirted some of the contents into his hand, smearing the clear substance on his erection before tossing it beside them on the bed.

 

What was left of the setting sun outside shone through the window to cast an orange glow upon Takaya's brown hair as he laid beneath Naoe. The teen's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were glazed with longing. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed heavily. “Beautiful,” Naoe remarked.

 

Takaya closed his eyes when Naoe nudged his thighs apart, his body buzzing with anticipation. He choked back a ragged moan as Naoe penetrated him completely.

 

“Ahh fuck, Naoe,” Takaya blurted, shivering uncontrollably now. His protector felt so hard inside him. He grabbed both sides of the man's dangling shirt, pulling him down closer.

 

Naoe began moving inside Takaya, his fingers digging into the teen's shoulders to steady him. His lord's willing body stoked the flames of lust burning within him. “Please, Takaya,” he begged. “Tell me you love me.”

 

Takaya's head pitched back with ecstasy. “Haven't I always?” he groaned as Naoe moved inside him with slow, deep thrusts. Everything became a blur as he surrendered himself completely to Naoe's fiery passion.

 

Soon, the room was filled with Takaya's feverish pleading...not to stop, but to keep going. And Naoe was all too eager to oblige. The teen's cries of pleasure were his aphrodisiac. His heart raced, his urgency increased. After all, Takaya's young, supple body could take it. The room soon echoed with the soft sounds of his body smacking against Takaya's.

 

“More...,” Takaya whimpered breathlessly, his fingernails raking Naoe's back. He wanted to be violated over and over, for Naoe to do unspeakable things to him. He no longer recognized himself as he greedily pulled at the man, drooling and writhing with pleasure. What had he become? What was this spell that Naoe held over him? He wanted to be the only person Naoe did these things with! Had he been tainted by Naoe's twisted love? Or was it vice-versa?

 

“More, Naoe,” Takaya rasped, his possessiveness for Naoe consuming him. “Show me that you're mine. Only mine.” He hardly believed his own ears! But he needed Naoe's touch, his love, his body more than anything. And he knew Naoe felt the same about him. That's why, for Naoe, the man he loved, he'd let go of all inhibitions; to prove just how much he needed and wanted him. He wanted to prove to Naoe what the man had known all along; that he was just as enthralled with Naoe as the man was with him.

 

A feral growl escaped Naoe's throat. With a firm grip on Takaya, he rolled onto his back, pulling the teen on top of him, stifling his gasp of surprise with a brutal kiss. Naoe's fingers roughly clutched Takaya's ass to guide him down his length, enjoying the teen's long, shuddering groan as he slid even deeper inside him in this new position.

 

Takaya could no longer suppress his cries of ecstacy as Naoe's strong hands moved him up and down, grinding his hips into Takaya's ass over and over. The heavenly friction became almost too much to bear, yet he gasped and begged for more. It's not enough...never enough, Naoe... The man felt so good inside him.

 

His body and senses ablaze, Takaya stroked the throbbing flesh between his legs, pumping his hand in time with Naoe's movements. He quivered under his protector's wanton gaze, his ears ringing with Naoe's steamy words of encouragement. He was prepared to do anything to drive the man wild because he knew the more he gave, the more he'd get in return.

 

Seeing his lord with such unbridled passion, Naoe knew he couldn't hold back much longer. Especially when those ferocious eyes smoldered with such lust...lust for him. Every breathless cry of his name on his lord's lips, every ragged plea for more, every way the teen's body responded to his assured him that Takaya was his! His alone! Naoe wrapped his arms around the man and pulled him down against him as he unrelentingly thrust deeper. His fingers dug into the teen's sweaty skin, determined to keep him close.

 

Takaya continued to pump his hand up and down his aching erection as Naoe's hot breath seared the sensitive skin of his neck. Over and over, he whimpered Naoe's name as the heat in his groin escalated. So close, Naoe...so close. He licked his lips with anticipation. Finally, with a shaky sob, his body tensed and his warm semen spurted onto Naoe's abdomen. And as he gasped for breath, Naoe came inside him with a fierce cry.

 

Takaya collapsed atop Naoe, panting wildly. He shivered when Naoe's strong arms tightened around him, holding him protectively.

 

“I love you,” Naoe uttered breathlessly, rolling them over so that Takaya was beneath him. He gently kissed all over the teen's face.

 

“I...love you too, Naoe,” Takaya murmured, feeling the man's breath still at those words. He sighed, contented. Finally, he'd found his place with this man.

 

 

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A comfortable silence now filled the dark room as Takaya lay sprawled on his back in bed, eyes closed. His hair, still damp from his shower with Naoe, splayed out upon his pillow. Naoe's head rested on his shoulder, his fingers languidly tracing invisible circles on the teen's belly.

 

“Takaya,” Naoe's whisper broke the silence. He was still concerned with his lord's mention of Minako earlier. When Takaya had demanded he tell him about her, he'd been caught off guard. He was still unsure whether Takaya already knew the truth. But either way he needed to confess the terrible sin that had haunted him all these years. Not for the forgiveness he neither expected nor deserved, but because Takaya wanted the truth.

 

“Mmm?” Takaya replied sleepily.

 

“There's something I need to tell you,” Naoe began hesitantly, his voice heavy with sorrow. “about Minako...”

 

Takaya rolled onto his side toward Naoe and buried his face in the man's chest. “Naoe, please don't.” He was terrified of what Naoe's next words would be. What if they confirmed that the recent nightmares he'd been having about the woman actually had some basis in reality? He'd noticed Naoe's pained expressions from the very first mention of her name. So why, he wondered, had he asked Naoe about her again as the man walked away earlier? Had he been subconsciously attempting to punish Naoe?

 

Naoe squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to tremble as guilt once again washed over him. You obviously loved her very much. I know you did because when it came time for battle, instead of wanting me to fight alongside you, you ordered me to stay behind to watch over her. Even now, his heart ached as he recalled how slighted he'd felt when his lord had put Minako first in his life, instead of him.

 

“Naoe, please,” Takaya murmured kindly when he felt Naoe's body trembling against his. “Whatever it is, you don't have to say it. Just let it go. It's alright.” Please don't say it.

 

Naoe tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. Kagetora, for you to command ME, your most loyal protector, to babysit that woman instead of protecting you on the battlefield was careless, even irresponsible. He wanted to tell Takaya that he could never possibly understand. He realized there was no excuse to ever explain or justify what he'd done, and yet he foolishly craved forgiveness from his beloved lord. A tear slipped down his cheek.

 

“Naoe?” Takaya repeated, increasingly concerned with the man's continued silence. He pressed the side of his face against his protector's warm skin.

 

Naoe hugged Takaya tightly in his arms. “It's my fault you had to seal your memories,” was all he could finally utter shamefully. He silently berated himself for being a coward; too selfish to compromise these past few days and the progress they'd made in their relationship. Although Minako had forgiven him for raping her, he'd never forgiven himself. And later, when he had to force Kagetora's soul into her body for the sake of his lord's survival, he'd essentially killed the woman Kagetora loved to save his lord's life. He wasn't sure which was more terrible, the fact that he'd ended her life without hesitation to save Kagetora's, or that he would do so again without pause were a similar situation to necessitate it.

 

“That's not true,” Takaya whispered. Tears welled in his eyes. He understood that Naoe was probably was referring to Minako, but there was another reason for sealing his memories...someone else. His thoughts jumped to Yuzuru, but he quickly pushed them aside.

 

As Naoe wept silently in his arms, Takaya's fingers smoothed across Naoe's scarred back. There were so many scars on his beautiful body; physical manifestations of the suffering he'd endured for Takaya's sake. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His own scars were invisible, as they were deeper than flesh, but Naoe could see them. Just as I see the hurt concealed deeper within you, too.

 

“We're so fucked up,” Takaya breathed over and over. But when the Naoe quieted him with a tender kiss, he knew that he was exactly where he was supposed to be; just like this, in Naoe's embrace. Forever. No matter how fucked up their love, they would heal each other. He was convinced of that.

 

Naoe stroked the teen's hair until Takaya relaxed in his arms. He pulled his lord's body closer, their bodies intertwining. For a moment he even thought he felt forgiveness in his lord's embrace. He continued his caresses as Takaya drifted off to sleep, enjoying the familiar sound of his slumbering lord's soft, even breaths just as he had for so many years.

 

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to be continued…