Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Sway of Smoke ❯ What Do You Call It? ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Hoshiko Saitou 
Aoshi IS happy that he finally gets to be with Soujirou, but, unfortunately, other matters still plauge his heart.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.18.2003 | Updated On: 12.16.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 701 | Status: Completed
Aoshi IS happy that he finally gets to be with Soujirou, but, unfortunately, other matters still plauge his heart.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.18.2003 | Updated On: 12.16.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 701 | Status: Completed
Title: The Sway of SmokeHoshiko5: What do you call it?
Kamatari whined as he leaned lazily on his scythe, pouting at Shishio who didn't seem to care at all. "But Sou-kun was so much fun. You can't find a single whore in all of Japan with a mouth as talented as his."
"Business is business, Kamatari," he explained, taking in a drag from his pipe and exhaling the smoke off to the side. The cross-dresser nearly drooled at the sight that never failed to make his kimono feel stuffy. That's why he needed Soujirou. Not being about to ever touch Shishio left him extremely sexually frustrated. "I'm sure a replacement will come along sooner or later."
"Yeah, but Usui would probably break him before I got to play," Kamatari complained, breathes shy of throwing a childish tantrum. Suddenly he smirked to himself and stood up straight again. "No one could take a beating like Sou-kun could." With that he swung his hand across the air, as if smacking some invisible plaything.
Shishio let out a slight laugh and continued to smoke. "Then we'll replace that one."
"Of course Lord Shishio," he smiled and bowed, exiting the room with little remembrance of why he was mad in the first place.
He fell asleep in my arms, which surprised me considering the way he'd been acting before. For a while I contemplated whether I should move or not. Maybe I'd never get a chance to do this again. Maybe he'd kill me in my sleep. According to Shishio, he was perfectly capable of it, and I had no reason to doubt him.
The only movement from either of us was the steady rise and fall of his chest and my hand idly running fingers through his silky hair. He hadn't cried, only relaxed like a lifeless doll into my arms, still wrapped in my coat to keep his decency and some warmth. Unfortunately, sitting on my heels had cut of the blood to my legs, making them numb after a good amount of time had passed. Gently I tipped myself back onto the floor, bringing him to lie on my chest and my fingers never ceased their caresses.
I felt oddly separated from myself then, as the blood rushed back into my legs and this boy rested peacefully on top of me. Again I was left alone with jumbled thoughts and a million scenarios that never realistically ended in my favor. I'd just have to wait and see what happened. Planning, I had learned the hard way many times, was futile when it came to human reaction to situations.
I don't know when it was that I drifted off, but I awoke to find my arms empty and a sheet pulled up to my neck. The smell of green tea drifted into my senses, snapping me fully awake. Soujirou sat by my feet, fully clothed, with one steaming cup by his side and the other in his hands. Against the wall behind him were a small brown bag and a sword.
"I figured you would like something to drink when you got up," he explained with a cheery smile, some genuine happiness behind his words. Such a tone of voice going with that face made it hard to believe that sword against the wall was his.
"Thank you," I murmured before sitting up and taking the cup from him.
We sipped our tea in the midst of a long, uncomfortable silence. His eyes shifted around uncomfortably, refusing to face my gaze. They settled, finally, on my bloodstained coat.
"I'm sorry Shinomori-san," he apologized. "I'll clean it right away." He rose to his feet faster than I had expected but I caught his sleeve all the same.
"Don't bother with that now," I told him, taking the hand that was reaching for the coat into my own.
"Then...then..." he started, staring with a most confused expression at his hand in my own. "What do you want me to do?"
"Stop."
His smile almost wavered but he forced it out again, laughing lightly as he tilted his head to the side. "Stop what?"
Without thinking I gently pulled him to sit in front of me, snaking my hands up to hold the sides of his face so that he couldn't run away. He needed to listen to me, hear me out for just one moment. "Stop smiling when you're not happy. Stop thinking about what I want and what would please me. Tell me what you want."
"But Shinomori-san-" he went to argue, but I cut him off.
"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, subconsciously tightening my hold on him. "Do you want me to stay away?" I leaned in closer, a stark contrast to my actual offers. "Or maybe, I could finally kiss you..."
It was a brief flash of reflecting metal before his sword was at my throat, a hair away from slicing the skin it barely brushed against. I should have noticed how close I was to death, but instead my attentions fell on the steadiness of the blade. His breath was shaky but his hand held a stillness like ice and a control that rivaled (as much as I hated to admit it) my subordinates of the Oniwabanshuu. Ex-subordinates, I reminded myself.
"How can you speak like you actually care about me and then try and do something like that?" he questioned, his eyes not changing to the ones I met yesterday, but openly showing hurt, shock and a bit of fear.
I swallowed and planned my words and movements carefully. I was surprised at my ability to seem so calm when I was staring death right in his deep blue eyes. "Who told you kissing was something bad?"
"It hurts," he answered flatly. "And anything that hurts must be bad."
Finally, the break I needed. "So what Shishio makes you do is bad as well?"
Realization dawned on him like a waterfall crashing down onto rocks. The sword dropped and he brought his hands to his cut lip again.
*Filthy whore...*
"They've all lied to you Soujirou," I began, moving so I could rest my hands on his thighs. "Don't believe them." I pulled his hand away and replaced the small fingers with my lips, being sure not to place too much pressure into it. I didn't want him to feel any pain.
He stiffened when I opened my mouth slightly, relaxing into my arms finally when I traced my tongue along his upper lip. He whimpered a bit when my hands went to unbutton his undershirt, slipping them in to caress the soft skin around his collar. When he reached over to undo the last few, most likely out of habit, but I stopped him. Bringing his hands toward mine, I broke away from his lips and stared into those shining blue depths, marking small kisses on his wrist and reveling in the faint blush that spread across his face. He looked so beautiful then.
"Usui-san doesn't let me look at him," he voiced timidly; seemingly fascinated by the way I was so unlike everyone else.
I leaned in and brushed my lips against his ear, drawing a light shiver out of him. "I'm not Usui," I reminded him, wrapping my arms around his waist to pull him closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my neck as I pleasured his ear with my mouth, returning to my job of unbuttoning his white shirt. As I moved to kiss along his jaw I slid his blue gi off, listening to the beautiful sound of his breath hitching in his throat.
"Shi- Shino...mori-san," he breathed out, craning his neck out as an invitation to continue.
"Aoshi," I corrected, moving so one hand was caressing his neck and the other was untying his hakama. I drew him closer to me and spoke against his lips. "I dislike formalities."
I brushed against his thigh through the fabric of his hakama; the sensation apparently strong enough to wrenched a gasp from him, giving me the opportunity to finally taste him. Still being wary of his lip as I gently snaked my tongue in past his lips, slowly guiding it across his. Finally I'd aroused some reaction out of him as he timidly moved his tongue against mine, seemingly experimenting with the pleasurable feeling as I finished untying his lower garment.
Still pressing my lips against his I lowered us both down to the floor so that I could see all of him beneath me. My suspicions were confirmed when I finally removed the remainder of his clothing.
"You're beautiful," I professed without thinking, gliding my fingertip from his thigh to across his stomach. The scars, most liking from previous beatings, were faint against his milky pale skin. He blushed harshly but it only aided in making him seem even more magnificent before me. My words seemed to pour out of my mouth without thought, my mind unable to understand them with the rush of blood quickening throughout my body.
"No..." he went to argue, but I cut him off, sweeping my tongue across one of his nipples. The moan that escaped through his parted lips sounded so shaky and unsure. I shifted to the other one and gave it the same treatment, running my fingers over his calf and up to his knee.
"Tell me what it is you want, Soujirou."
The question caught him off guard and his eyes widened. I brought myself back up to brush my forehead against his so he had nowhere to run to, my lips barely touching his.
"W-what I want?" he repeated shakily.
"Yes, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." At that moment he could have asked for my life and I'd have handed it over to him without thought. Again I was throwing myself into something I'd undoubtedly regret later, but at the moment I did not care in the least.
"I want..." his eyes cast a gaze to the floor but I grabbed his chin gently, commanding his attention again. I should have given him time to think or react, but my body wouldn't have it. "I want..." he hands were soon at the collar of my shirt. "I want you to let me undress you."
It seemed it was my turn to be shocked. Without waiting for my reaction he sat up and began undoing the intricate buttons, leaning in to pleasure my neck the way I had done to his. This was just like the first time I'd been with him. The helplessness, the passion, the untainted lust. It all came flooding back as if Soujirou's reluctance was the dam that held it all.
"Tell me...what this is called," he requested between kisses along my shoulder and his delicate hands slid of my shirt.
"What is what called?" I asked, running my hands across his back in light circles as he worked on my pants.
"When two people make each other feel good, not just one of them," he clarified, stopping to look up at me.
For a moment I didn't know what to say. It was like I was taking away some spiritual form of his virginity. I was the first person to ever try to cater to HIS needs and wants, as much as they were so like my own, and this confused him to the point where he needed a name for what he was doing. For what he was experiencing.
I didn't answer him right away. Instead I wrapped my arms around him before standing up and bringing him over to the futon, kicking my unbuckled pants off along the way. He let out a small yelp of surprise but eventually calmed down, allowing himself to be laid down. I think he assumed I wasn't going to answer, because I took my place atop him as if everything were just going to continue. Lowering my hips, I ground my need against his, showing him just what it meant to share pleasure with another. Or at least, one form of it. "This," I began, leaning in until my lips were feasting on his ear again. "This is called making love."
"Then- then I- I want you to make love to me," he whispered, panting out his words in a voice that tested the very limits of my control. "That's what I want."
'Then it's yours...'
I looked around the room and whispered a hushed curse. There was nothing around that would make a suitable lubricant. With no other options coming to mind, I took three of fingers and placed them in my mouth, coating them with saliva and earning myself a confused look from Soujirou, who suddenly smiled up at me.
"I trust you, Aoshi," he stated, making me suddenly feel very calm and comfortable. His smile, it seemed genuine and his words lacked that cryptic hesitation that once plauged my mind. It was the type of pure communication I had been working so hard for. Even if it were my rejection, I still would have felt better because of it. I hated watching people suffer that way, left to do nothing but accept the hand dealt to them. It should never be that way; everyone should have a chance to change their fate and live as they choose to.
I felt like myself again, only offering him a slight nod before easing the first of my fingers into his opening. Has gasped a bit, probably unaccustomed to being prepared before sex. Still, he spread his legs apart a bit more and closed his eyes, throwing his head back in a way that placed more weight on my collapsing patience.
I shifted to kiss him again, hoping to distract him as I added a second finger. I idly ran my hand across the smooth skin on his chest as I scissorred my fingers inside him. He shifted a bit, spreading his legs further apart as I finally added a third finger. When I felt he was good enough prepared, I came to kneel between his legs, placing my hands palm down on either side of his neck.
"Wait," he suddenly spoke up, placing a hand on my chest. "Can we?"
I eyed his curiously. What was he proposing?
He slid out from under me and took my wrists in his hands. His entire face flushed with embarrassment as he guided me to lie on my back. I didn't like the way this was heading. I wasn't willing to give him control. However, he brought himself to straddle my hips as he beamed down at me. "How about like this?"
I didn't answer; just simply waited for him to move so I could get some idea of what he was planning. He looked at me as if waiting for my resistance, feeling he was safe when he found nothing but confusion he seemed to almost enjoy. Sitting up on his knees he positioned himself at the tip of my painfully erect arousal.
Immediately I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist, stopping him before he abruptly impaled himself. If he wanted it like this, I wouldn't let him use me to cause himself pain. "Slow down"
"Why?"
"Then it'll feel good for both of us."
Slowly I guided him down my throbbing shaft, nipping and licking at his collarbone to distract him and keep my desires in check. He wound his arms around my neck and pressed his cheek against mine, his small gasps and moans lost in my sweat-soaked neck. My pulse raced as his tightness engulfed me, making my entire body feel as if it were being entangled in flames of pleasure. The feeling of his jagged breathes against me were sending rippling sensations that pooled between my legs. I took deep breaths to calm myself but they weren't working as well as I'd hoped. I hated and loved these feelings all at the same time. This total lack of control over myself was both exciting and aggravating.
When he finally began to move it was like I was in a sweltering heaven, his body encasing me and bringing me to riveting sensations I'd never felt before. Never before had something felt so gratifying, so rewarding.
He shivered and moaned as he moved with me, angling his motions so his arousal rubbed against my stomach as he continued. I delved into his mouth hungrily, reopening the cut on his lip in the process. When he wrenched away in pain I apologetically licked at the wound, the coppery taste heightening my desire. We were torturously close to our building climaxes as I throatily growled out his name and he cried mine out in response. He brought his hands forward and began caressing my scarred chest, causing my grip around his waist to tighten, sending him down upon me harder.
It wasn't long before we finally found our releases, collapsing into a shivering, disheveled pile on the futon.
"II" he began trying to say as he caught his breath. I wound my fingers in his hair and whispered for him to hush. However, he was adamant about saying his peace then. "I've neverdone that before."
"I know" I answered simply, brushing the tips of my fingers lazily across his back.
As I lied there with him, seemingly content for the first time in a painfully long while, I couldn't help but remember the task I had originally set out to accomplish. Yes, Soujirou was mine now, but the Battousai was still living, and the Oniwaban still had no flowers on their graves.
Kamatari whined as he leaned lazily on his scythe, pouting at Shishio who didn't seem to care at all. "But Sou-kun was so much fun. You can't find a single whore in all of Japan with a mouth as talented as his."
"Business is business, Kamatari," he explained, taking in a drag from his pipe and exhaling the smoke off to the side. The cross-dresser nearly drooled at the sight that never failed to make his kimono feel stuffy. That's why he needed Soujirou. Not being about to ever touch Shishio left him extremely sexually frustrated. "I'm sure a replacement will come along sooner or later."
"Yeah, but Usui would probably break him before I got to play," Kamatari complained, breathes shy of throwing a childish tantrum. Suddenly he smirked to himself and stood up straight again. "No one could take a beating like Sou-kun could." With that he swung his hand across the air, as if smacking some invisible plaything.
Shishio let out a slight laugh and continued to smoke. "Then we'll replace that one."
"Of course Lord Shishio," he smiled and bowed, exiting the room with little remembrance of why he was mad in the first place.
He fell asleep in my arms, which surprised me considering the way he'd been acting before. For a while I contemplated whether I should move or not. Maybe I'd never get a chance to do this again. Maybe he'd kill me in my sleep. According to Shishio, he was perfectly capable of it, and I had no reason to doubt him.
The only movement from either of us was the steady rise and fall of his chest and my hand idly running fingers through his silky hair. He hadn't cried, only relaxed like a lifeless doll into my arms, still wrapped in my coat to keep his decency and some warmth. Unfortunately, sitting on my heels had cut of the blood to my legs, making them numb after a good amount of time had passed. Gently I tipped myself back onto the floor, bringing him to lie on my chest and my fingers never ceased their caresses.
I felt oddly separated from myself then, as the blood rushed back into my legs and this boy rested peacefully on top of me. Again I was left alone with jumbled thoughts and a million scenarios that never realistically ended in my favor. I'd just have to wait and see what happened. Planning, I had learned the hard way many times, was futile when it came to human reaction to situations.
I don't know when it was that I drifted off, but I awoke to find my arms empty and a sheet pulled up to my neck. The smell of green tea drifted into my senses, snapping me fully awake. Soujirou sat by my feet, fully clothed, with one steaming cup by his side and the other in his hands. Against the wall behind him were a small brown bag and a sword.
"I figured you would like something to drink when you got up," he explained with a cheery smile, some genuine happiness behind his words. Such a tone of voice going with that face made it hard to believe that sword against the wall was his.
"Thank you," I murmured before sitting up and taking the cup from him.
We sipped our tea in the midst of a long, uncomfortable silence. His eyes shifted around uncomfortably, refusing to face my gaze. They settled, finally, on my bloodstained coat.
"I'm sorry Shinomori-san," he apologized. "I'll clean it right away." He rose to his feet faster than I had expected but I caught his sleeve all the same.
"Don't bother with that now," I told him, taking the hand that was reaching for the coat into my own.
"Then...then..." he started, staring with a most confused expression at his hand in my own. "What do you want me to do?"
"Stop."
His smile almost wavered but he forced it out again, laughing lightly as he tilted his head to the side. "Stop what?"
Without thinking I gently pulled him to sit in front of me, snaking my hands up to hold the sides of his face so that he couldn't run away. He needed to listen to me, hear me out for just one moment. "Stop smiling when you're not happy. Stop thinking about what I want and what would please me. Tell me what you want."
"But Shinomori-san-" he went to argue, but I cut him off.
"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, subconsciously tightening my hold on him. "Do you want me to stay away?" I leaned in closer, a stark contrast to my actual offers. "Or maybe, I could finally kiss you..."
It was a brief flash of reflecting metal before his sword was at my throat, a hair away from slicing the skin it barely brushed against. I should have noticed how close I was to death, but instead my attentions fell on the steadiness of the blade. His breath was shaky but his hand held a stillness like ice and a control that rivaled (as much as I hated to admit it) my subordinates of the Oniwabanshuu. Ex-subordinates, I reminded myself.
"How can you speak like you actually care about me and then try and do something like that?" he questioned, his eyes not changing to the ones I met yesterday, but openly showing hurt, shock and a bit of fear.
I swallowed and planned my words and movements carefully. I was surprised at my ability to seem so calm when I was staring death right in his deep blue eyes. "Who told you kissing was something bad?"
"It hurts," he answered flatly. "And anything that hurts must be bad."
Finally, the break I needed. "So what Shishio makes you do is bad as well?"
Realization dawned on him like a waterfall crashing down onto rocks. The sword dropped and he brought his hands to his cut lip again.
*Filthy whore...*
"They've all lied to you Soujirou," I began, moving so I could rest my hands on his thighs. "Don't believe them." I pulled his hand away and replaced the small fingers with my lips, being sure not to place too much pressure into it. I didn't want him to feel any pain.
He stiffened when I opened my mouth slightly, relaxing into my arms finally when I traced my tongue along his upper lip. He whimpered a bit when my hands went to unbutton his undershirt, slipping them in to caress the soft skin around his collar. When he reached over to undo the last few, most likely out of habit, but I stopped him. Bringing his hands toward mine, I broke away from his lips and stared into those shining blue depths, marking small kisses on his wrist and reveling in the faint blush that spread across his face. He looked so beautiful then.
"Usui-san doesn't let me look at him," he voiced timidly; seemingly fascinated by the way I was so unlike everyone else.
I leaned in and brushed my lips against his ear, drawing a light shiver out of him. "I'm not Usui," I reminded him, wrapping my arms around his waist to pull him closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my neck as I pleasured his ear with my mouth, returning to my job of unbuttoning his white shirt. As I moved to kiss along his jaw I slid his blue gi off, listening to the beautiful sound of his breath hitching in his throat.
"Shi- Shino...mori-san," he breathed out, craning his neck out as an invitation to continue.
"Aoshi," I corrected, moving so one hand was caressing his neck and the other was untying his hakama. I drew him closer to me and spoke against his lips. "I dislike formalities."
I brushed against his thigh through the fabric of his hakama; the sensation apparently strong enough to wrenched a gasp from him, giving me the opportunity to finally taste him. Still being wary of his lip as I gently snaked my tongue in past his lips, slowly guiding it across his. Finally I'd aroused some reaction out of him as he timidly moved his tongue against mine, seemingly experimenting with the pleasurable feeling as I finished untying his lower garment.
Still pressing my lips against his I lowered us both down to the floor so that I could see all of him beneath me. My suspicions were confirmed when I finally removed the remainder of his clothing.
"You're beautiful," I professed without thinking, gliding my fingertip from his thigh to across his stomach. The scars, most liking from previous beatings, were faint against his milky pale skin. He blushed harshly but it only aided in making him seem even more magnificent before me. My words seemed to pour out of my mouth without thought, my mind unable to understand them with the rush of blood quickening throughout my body.
"No..." he went to argue, but I cut him off, sweeping my tongue across one of his nipples. The moan that escaped through his parted lips sounded so shaky and unsure. I shifted to the other one and gave it the same treatment, running my fingers over his calf and up to his knee.
"Tell me what it is you want, Soujirou."
The question caught him off guard and his eyes widened. I brought myself back up to brush my forehead against his so he had nowhere to run to, my lips barely touching his.
"W-what I want?" he repeated shakily.
"Yes, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." At that moment he could have asked for my life and I'd have handed it over to him without thought. Again I was throwing myself into something I'd undoubtedly regret later, but at the moment I did not care in the least.
"I want..." his eyes cast a gaze to the floor but I grabbed his chin gently, commanding his attention again. I should have given him time to think or react, but my body wouldn't have it. "I want..." he hands were soon at the collar of my shirt. "I want you to let me undress you."
It seemed it was my turn to be shocked. Without waiting for my reaction he sat up and began undoing the intricate buttons, leaning in to pleasure my neck the way I had done to his. This was just like the first time I'd been with him. The helplessness, the passion, the untainted lust. It all came flooding back as if Soujirou's reluctance was the dam that held it all.
"Tell me...what this is called," he requested between kisses along my shoulder and his delicate hands slid of my shirt.
"What is what called?" I asked, running my hands across his back in light circles as he worked on my pants.
"When two people make each other feel good, not just one of them," he clarified, stopping to look up at me.
For a moment I didn't know what to say. It was like I was taking away some spiritual form of his virginity. I was the first person to ever try to cater to HIS needs and wants, as much as they were so like my own, and this confused him to the point where he needed a name for what he was doing. For what he was experiencing.
I didn't answer him right away. Instead I wrapped my arms around him before standing up and bringing him over to the futon, kicking my unbuckled pants off along the way. He let out a small yelp of surprise but eventually calmed down, allowing himself to be laid down. I think he assumed I wasn't going to answer, because I took my place atop him as if everything were just going to continue. Lowering my hips, I ground my need against his, showing him just what it meant to share pleasure with another. Or at least, one form of it. "This," I began, leaning in until my lips were feasting on his ear again. "This is called making love."
"Then- then I- I want you to make love to me," he whispered, panting out his words in a voice that tested the very limits of my control. "That's what I want."
'Then it's yours...'
I looked around the room and whispered a hushed curse. There was nothing around that would make a suitable lubricant. With no other options coming to mind, I took three of fingers and placed them in my mouth, coating them with saliva and earning myself a confused look from Soujirou, who suddenly smiled up at me.
"I trust you, Aoshi," he stated, making me suddenly feel very calm and comfortable. His smile, it seemed genuine and his words lacked that cryptic hesitation that once plauged my mind. It was the type of pure communication I had been working so hard for. Even if it were my rejection, I still would have felt better because of it. I hated watching people suffer that way, left to do nothing but accept the hand dealt to them. It should never be that way; everyone should have a chance to change their fate and live as they choose to.
I felt like myself again, only offering him a slight nod before easing the first of my fingers into his opening. Has gasped a bit, probably unaccustomed to being prepared before sex. Still, he spread his legs apart a bit more and closed his eyes, throwing his head back in a way that placed more weight on my collapsing patience.
I shifted to kiss him again, hoping to distract him as I added a second finger. I idly ran my hand across the smooth skin on his chest as I scissorred my fingers inside him. He shifted a bit, spreading his legs further apart as I finally added a third finger. When I felt he was good enough prepared, I came to kneel between his legs, placing my hands palm down on either side of his neck.
"Wait," he suddenly spoke up, placing a hand on my chest. "Can we?"
I eyed his curiously. What was he proposing?
He slid out from under me and took my wrists in his hands. His entire face flushed with embarrassment as he guided me to lie on my back. I didn't like the way this was heading. I wasn't willing to give him control. However, he brought himself to straddle my hips as he beamed down at me. "How about like this?"
I didn't answer; just simply waited for him to move so I could get some idea of what he was planning. He looked at me as if waiting for my resistance, feeling he was safe when he found nothing but confusion he seemed to almost enjoy. Sitting up on his knees he positioned himself at the tip of my painfully erect arousal.
Immediately I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist, stopping him before he abruptly impaled himself. If he wanted it like this, I wouldn't let him use me to cause himself pain. "Slow down"
"Why?"
"Then it'll feel good for both of us."
Slowly I guided him down my throbbing shaft, nipping and licking at his collarbone to distract him and keep my desires in check. He wound his arms around my neck and pressed his cheek against mine, his small gasps and moans lost in my sweat-soaked neck. My pulse raced as his tightness engulfed me, making my entire body feel as if it were being entangled in flames of pleasure. The feeling of his jagged breathes against me were sending rippling sensations that pooled between my legs. I took deep breaths to calm myself but they weren't working as well as I'd hoped. I hated and loved these feelings all at the same time. This total lack of control over myself was both exciting and aggravating.
When he finally began to move it was like I was in a sweltering heaven, his body encasing me and bringing me to riveting sensations I'd never felt before. Never before had something felt so gratifying, so rewarding.
He shivered and moaned as he moved with me, angling his motions so his arousal rubbed against my stomach as he continued. I delved into his mouth hungrily, reopening the cut on his lip in the process. When he wrenched away in pain I apologetically licked at the wound, the coppery taste heightening my desire. We were torturously close to our building climaxes as I throatily growled out his name and he cried mine out in response. He brought his hands forward and began caressing my scarred chest, causing my grip around his waist to tighten, sending him down upon me harder.
It wasn't long before we finally found our releases, collapsing into a shivering, disheveled pile on the futon.
"II" he began trying to say as he caught his breath. I wound my fingers in his hair and whispered for him to hush. However, he was adamant about saying his peace then. "I've neverdone that before."
"I know" I answered simply, brushing the tips of my fingers lazily across his back.
As I lied there with him, seemingly content for the first time in a painfully long while, I couldn't help but remember the task I had originally set out to accomplish. Yes, Soujirou was mine now, but the Battousai was still living, and the Oniwaban still had no flowers on their graves.