XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsune Bi - An xXxHolic Fan-Fiction ❯ Chapter 11

Kitsune Bi - An xXxHolic Fan-Fiction
By Ookami Kasumi

All characters property of CLAMP
Warning: Mature (NC-17) - Yaoi content, adult language, mild violence

Chapter Eleven

Doumeki stared at the bookcase to his right and his scowl deepened. "I fucked up." He closed his eyes tight, his jaw clenched, and his mouth twisted in a bitter snarl. "Shit." He pressed his hands to his face and bent forward, his head nearly touching his knees. "Shit...!"

 

Kimihiro blinked then frowned. Something wasn't right here. "Doumeki?"

 

"Damn it!" Doumeki curled tighter into himself. "Gods, damn it!" His voice was soft, but it was also unusually high and a trifle...broken.

 

The sound stabbed right through Kimihiro's heart because he recognized it. He'd made that sound himself more often than he cared to admit--though only in absolute privacy.

 

It was not a sound that belonged to Doumeki.

 

Kimihiro clutched the folds of the kimono over his heart. This isn't right. Doumeki was arrogant, perverted, pushy, bossy, and conceited, but not this, not...this at all! This had to stop! He set his jaw, rose to his feet, and padded barefoot across the polished floor. Standing over his nemesis, he folded his arms across his chest, lifted his chin in his haughtiest manner said the rudest thing he could think of. "Oi."

 

Doumeki stiffened then took a deep breath. He lifted his head. His eyes were narrowed, suspiciously red, and a trifle damp under his lowered brows. His cheeks though, were dry though flagged with pink. His mouth was set in a firm scowl.

 

Kimihiro magnanimously decided that he would not notice anything beyond the scowl. That he knew. That was familiar. He lifted one slim brow. "Does this mean I can get properly dressed now?"

 

Doumeki's hands tightened on his knees, his knuckles turning white. The color on his cheeks darkened to red, and his curled his lip, showing his teeth in an open snarl. "Don't you get it? I fucked up!"

 

The small hairs on the back of Kimihiro's neck lifted. Doumeki was pissed, seriously pissed. Still, it was better than...that. Kimihiro put on his broadest smirk. "Proving at long last that you're human after all."

 

A low growl vibrated from Doumeki's chest. He lunged up onto his knees and grabbed Kimihiro's upper arms with punishing force. "I practically handed you to that damned fox on a silver platter!"

 

Kimihiro worked very hard not to wince at the bruises he could feel forming on his arms. He couldn't help but notice that Doumeki was trembling -- no, vibrating with fury. He took in a steadying breath and spoke in as even a voice as he could command. "Doumeki, General Osusuki is a celestial fox. He's practically a god. I doubt anything you could have done would have prevented..."

 

Doumeki shook Watanuki by the arms. "If I hadn't fucked up, I could have kept him out!"

 

Kimihiro curled his lip in annoyance. Hard-headed, egotistical, arrogant, idiot...! "For how long, Doumeki? Really...?" He grabbed onto Doumeki's sleeves -- to steady himself of course. "How long could you really keep the general of a goddess's army out of here?"

 

Doumeki's jaw visibly tightened. He spoke through his clenched teeth. "As long as it took."

 

Kimihiro shook his head hard. "Don't be stupid. I have school on Monday, remember? The instant I left for class, he or Yuuko would--"

 

Doumeki's fingers dug into Kimihiro's arms painfully. "Who said you'd leave?"

 

Kimihiro blinked. "What?" He rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. You can't just...keep me here."

 

Doumeki's brows lowered and his gaze turned to hard brass. "I can't?" He yanked hard on Kimihiro's arms.

 

Kimihiro's knees hit the pillow, landing right between Doumeki's knees -- hard. He wasn't able to hold back his gasp, or his wince. Who knew a pillow could be so solid? "Okay, so you're stronger than me, but unless you plan to tie me up..." Memory seared through his brain--

 

--Doumeki holding the blue cord between his hands with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

 

Alarm raced through Watanuki and he sucked in a sharp breath. Change the subject! Change the subject! Change the subject! "But all that's beside the point now!"

 

"It's not beside the point." Doumeki released Kimihiro's left arm to cup the slender boy's chin, forcing Kimihiro to meet his hot golden gaze. "He wants your virginity."

 

"Will you quit it with the grabbing?" Annoyed, Kimihiro grabbed onto Doumeki's wrist and turned his head to pull his chin from the larger boy's near-painful fingers. "That's not all he wants and it's not like my v--" He couldn't say it, not out loud. He swallowed hard. "It's not like...that is precious. I wasn't saving it or anything." Gods, could this conversation get any more embarrassing?

 

Doumeki's hand slid to the back of Watanuki's neck and into his fine hair. "I wanted to be your first. I wanted to be your...only."

 

Distracted by the tingling in his scalp and the heat spilling downward, he didn't think before he spoke. "My first, and only...what?"

 

Doumeki tugged Watanuki's head closer until Doumeki's burning eyes filled Kimihiro's vision. "I love you."

 

Love...? Watanuki's blinked while his face filled with mortified warmth. Okay, yes indeed this conversation could get even more embarrassing. He turned his head, dodging Doumeki's far too direct gaze. "Okay, fine, but..."

 

Doumeki's fingers curled tight in Watanuki's hair, forcing the slender boy's gaze back to his. "I love you."

 

Embarrassment and uneasiness, plus the coiling, tightening, thrilling, warmth spilling into his...lower extremities, combined into an oddly frustrating morass in the pit of Kimihiro's stomach. Unsure of what was going on with Doumeki, or his own body, never mind the fox issue, Kimihiro's temper snapped. Glaring for all he was worth, he used his free hand to whack the side of Doumeki's head. "Snap out of it! This isn't a life or death issue! The fox isn't going to kill me! He just wants to f-- err..." No way could he say that word. "Have s-s-sex with me, right?"

 

Doumeki blinked in open astonishment, then his eyes narrowed into golden slits and his lips curled back to bare his teeth. "It doesn't bother you; that he wants to fuck you?"

 

His face on fire, Kimihiro wriggled a little uncomfortably, but still managed to hold his glare against Doumeki's burning gaze. "Of course, it bothers me! But as long as I'm still breathing at the end of it I can deal with it." He dropped his gaze. "And I'd kind of like to stop...losing myself."

 

Doumeki's glare faded and his shoulders slumped. "I..." With frightening speed, his arms slid under Kimihiro's to close around Kimihiro's waist. He pressed his face against the slender boy's throat. "I...wanted to be the one to...to help you."

 

Kimihiro tried very hard not to shudder, but Doumeki's breath was warm against his neck, and ear. Not quite sure what to do with his hands, he set them on Doumeki's shoulders and plucked at the larger boy's robe. "Doumeki, you..." He swallowed hard. "You help." He groaned and rolled his eyes. "All the time in fact; even when I don't want you to -- no, especially when I don't want you to."

 

Doumeki whispered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Idiot..." His mouth opened against Kimihiro's throat and a hot, wet, something swept along the long muscle.

 

Kimihiro blinked and his heart began to pound in his chest. Was Doumeki...licking his neck? "Um, Doumeki?"

 

"Mmm?" The lips against Kimihiro's throat moved and teeth joined what clearly had to be Doumeki's tongue.

 

"Ah..." Kimihiro shivered hard and his fingers tightened on Doumeki's shoulders. The blood in his head raced downward to fill and tighten a different place entirely. He was getting an erection, and fast. He spoke in a voice that was more than a little breathless. "D-D-Doumeki? W-what...?"

 

Doumeki's left hand slid up Kimihiro's spine, bunching the red silk robe. The right slid under the scarlet folds to cup Kimihiro's bare butt-cheek, the fingers sinking in and rubbing. His lips moved against Kimihiro's neck. "I love you."

 

Kimihiro was almost too busy noticing how...exciting Doumeki's hand on his butt was to answer properly. "Yes, yes, we've established that, repeatedly in fact." His chin lifted all by itself, giving Doumeki's mouth more room to maneuver.

 

Doumeki's right hand slid down to Kimihiro's thigh and gripped it. He pulled his head back to look up at Kimihiro with slitted eyes that burned. "You don't want him."

 

More than a little dazed, it actually took Kimihiro a moment to recall what Doumeki had said. He frowned. "No, of course not."

 

Doumeki's lips curved up into a chilling smirk. "You love me."

 

Kimihiro swallowed. He didn't trust that smirk, not one little bit, but what Doumeki was saying unnerved him even more. "Um..."

 

Doumeki's fingers tightened. "You love me, not him."

 

Kimihiro had no clue what was going on in Doumeki's head, but Doumeki's fingers were getting rather painful on his leg. He winced and looked away. He did sort-of, kind-of care for Doumeki, but he wasn't quite sure if he'd call it...love.

 

Doumeki yanked on Kimihiro's leg, pulling out from under him and tipping him backwards.

 

With a startled yelp, and a wind-milling of the arms, Kimihiro fell backwards.

 

On the way down, Doumeki's hand caught Kimihiro between his shoulders, so he landed on the bare wood floor surprisingly softly. Doumeki loomed over him, his palms on the floor to either side of Kimihiro's shoulders, his knees nudging Kimihiro's apart. "You do love me. Don't you?"

 

Pinned on his back, staring up into Doumeki's narrowed golden eyes with Doumeki's body heat and rich musky scent spilling over him was more than a little panic-inducing. Kimihiro blurted out the only thing that came to mind. "Okay!"

 

Doumeki smirked, his gaze hot with intent. "Good enough."

 

What? Kimihiro's blood ran cold. "D-Doumeki...?"

 

Doumeki dropped his head down to cover Kimihiro's lips.

 

Startled into a squeak of alarm, Kimihiro's mouth was wide open.

 

Doumeki's tongue surged past Kimihiro's parted lips in an aggressive foray that forcefully engaged Kimihiro in a near-violent kiss.

 

What the hell...? Kimihiro grabbed onto Doumeki's shoulders, not quite sure if he wanted to push the larger boy away, or bring him closer. Truthfully, he liked Doumeki's kisses, but this one was a bit...frightening. He still tasted good, and smelled good, but...

 

Doumeki groaned deep in his chest and dropped onto his elbows, his knees spreading Kimihiro's legs a bit farther apart.

 

The warm hard muscle of Doumeki's belly pressed down onto Kimihiro's considerably softer belly along with something else. Something hot, rigid, cylindrical, and embarrassingly familiar was rubbing against his belly. Kimihiro was more than aware that he wasn't wearing any underwear, but from what he was feeling, apparently Doumeki wasn't either. It was deliciously exciting -- and intimidating. Doumeki was very, very hard. He jerked his head to the side to free his mouth. "D-Doumeki...?"

 

Doumeki ducked his head and nosed under Kimihiro's robe to capture a small nipple with his lips. He sucked.

 

A spark of raw excitement burst in Kimihiro's nipple -- and in his dick. A gasping moan spilled from Kimihiro's mouth.

 

Biting tenderly on Kimihiro's nipple, Doumeki shifted his hips slightly, bringing his erection right up against Kimihiro's. He arched and flexed, blatantly rubbing his erection directly against Kimihiro's.

 

Kimihiro arched back and moaned. He couldn't help it. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to.

 

Doumeki's voice dropped to a bass growl against Kimihiro's chest. "I want you. I need you. I waited for you."

 

Though more than a little dazed, he wasn't completely incoherent. Kimihiro frowned up at the rafters. "Waited...? Waited for what?"

 

Doumeki sat up between Kimihiro's spread thighs. "For this." He grabbed the sash holding Kimihiro's robe closed and dug a finger into the knot. The slippery fabric slid and the knot came free. Serpent fast, he tugged the robe's side ties free as well. The robe began to part.

 

The blood left Kimihiro's face. "D-Doumeki?" He grabbed onto Doumeki's wrists to stop him. "What are you doing?"

 

Doumeki sharply twisted his wrists freeing his hands from Kimihiro's hold only to grab both of Kimihiro's. "Don't fight me."

 

Ice cold fear spilled through Kimihiro's body. He jerked at his wrists and twisted. "Then don't take my clothes off!"

 

Doumeki scowled ferociously and tightened his grip. "I said, don't fight me!"

 

Kimihiro only pulled harder and dug his heels into the floor to get out from under the larger boy. "Then quit--whatever it is you're doing!"

 

Doumeki growled and pinned both of Kimihiro's wrists in one hand, then yanked the sash out from under Kimihiro. "I can't." With amazing dexterity, he looped the sash around Kimihiro's wrists then between them. Using one hand and his teeth, he knotted it, binding Kimihiro's hands snugly together.

 

Kimihiro gasped in shock. "What the fuck are you doing?"

 

Doumeki grinned with far too many teeth. "I knew you could say that word." Abruptly, he stood up and took three steps to the wall. With a hard tug, he opened a large drawer set under the shelves.

 

Kimihiro sat up and tugged at the sash that bound his hands. "Doumeki, this isn't funny!" He couldn't pull free. He used his teeth to try and bite the complicated knot open. Stupid thing wouldn't budge. "I don't know what you're up to--"

 

Doumeki dropped a folded futon mattress next to him and curled his lip. "You don't?" He kicked the futon, unrolling it, and the blankets that had been tucked into it. "Guess."

 

Kimihiro eyed the unrolled futon. A bed, Doumeki had pulled out a bed--and tied his hands after practically stripping him. There was no mistaking where this was leading. Fear began to spread into chilling panic. "Doumeki, you don't want to do this."

 

Doumeki stepped across the mattress and knelt before Kimihiro. "Yes, I do. In fact, I have since middle-school."

 

Kimihiro's eyes widened. "What...?"

 

"I told you, I've been waiting for you." Doumeki set one hand behind Kimihiro's head and pulled him into a quick hard kiss. "I'm done waiting." He grabbed Kimihiro under the arms and lifted him up off the floor and onto his feet as though the slender boy weighed nothing.

 

Kimihiro's robe flew wide open. "Shit!" He twisted in Doumeki's arms and turned to escape. "I'm not doing this!"

 

"No, you're not." Doumeki hauled Kimihiro back and pushed him. "I am."

 

Kimihiro fell backwards and landed sprawled on the futon. The air woofed from his lungs. He lay stunned. Not so much by the fall, but by the situation he was in. He simply couldn't believe he was about to be ra-- err, molested by the one person that had saved his life--multiple times in fact. It just didn't make sense.

 

With casual deliberation, Doumeki straddled Kimihiro's waist and sat, pinning the slender boy to the mattress. "I take full responsibility."

 

Kimihiro blinked up at him. "Responsibility? For what? For...molesting me?"

 

"Yes." Doumeki grabbed the trailing ties to Kimihiro's bound hands. Leaning forward over him, he pulled them until Kimihiro's arms were outstretched above his head.

 

Kimihiro was momentarily distracted by the sight of Doumeki's hard muscular chest so close to his face. Through the gap in his robe, he could see quite clearly that Doumeki's nipples were hard. Then he realized that Doumeki was definitely doing something. He looked up.

 

Doumeki was knotting the ends of the sash that bound him to a ring bolted into the frame of the shelves.

 

"Oi! Oi! Oi!" Kimihiro kicked out and twisted, but Doumeki was too heavy to budge and up too high on his waist to reach with his foot. "Stop that! What is with you and bondage?"

 

Doumeki sat back on Kimihiro's hips and set his hands on his thighs. He looked down at Kimihiro with a face almost completely devoid of expression--except for the lambent heat in his narrowed eyes. "I don't want you hurting yourself--or me."

 

"Damned right I'm going to hurt you!" Scowling ferociously, Kimihiro yanked on his wrists. The knot held firm. Crap. "If you don't want to get hurt, then don't do shit like this!"

 

Doumeki reached down and gently took Kimihiro's glasses off.

 

Kimihiro's world went slightly fuzzy. He blinked after the framed ovals in Doumeki's hand. "My glasses...!"

 

"They're in the way." Doumeki rose to his knees and leaned to the right to set them on a shelf.

 

"Let me go, you thick-head, oafish, brute!" Kimihiro aimed a kick at Doumeki's butt.

 

Doumeki caught his leg under the knee and bared his teeth. "Don't make me tie your legs too. You won't like it."

 

Kimihiro pulled at his leg. "I don't like it already!"

 

"I know." Keeping firm hold of Kimihiro's knee, he shifted back to kneel between Kimihiro's spread thighs. "I'll change your mind." He released Kimihiro's leg to set his palms on the mattress to either side of Kimihiro's hips, then leaned forward to loom over the far more slender boy.

 

Kimihiro flinched away, rising his knees defensively--not that it did any good with Doumeki already ensconced between them. His throat went tight making his voice come out in a whimper. "Doumeki, this... What you're doing is wrong."

 

Doumeki set his warm and slightly trembling palms on Kimihiro's bare chest. "I told you..." He swept them downward across Kimihiro's nipples, belly, hips, and thighs...spreading the scarlet robe wide. His dark pupils widened to swallow nearly all the gold. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. "I'll take full responsibility."

 

Kimihiro stared up at Doumeki. This was bad. This was really, really bad. He couldn't escape and the one person who always came to his rescue was the one about to... Damn it! He felt the embarrassing prick of tears at the corners of his eyes and turned his face into his outstretched arm to hide them. Truthfully, he knew Doumeki wouldn't hurt him--on purpose, but he definitely wasn't ready for...this! He took a deep breath and spoke with a surprisingly even voice. "I don't want you to take responsibility.

 

"That's not your decision."

 

"What?" Kimihiro peeked out from under his arm. "What do you mean--?"

 

Doumeki met Kimihiro's gaze. The gold in his eyes were nearly swallowed by darkness. "This is my choice." Holding the slender boy's gaze, he reached down and closed his broad warm hand around Kimihiro's limp cock. "I chose you." He stroked firmly.

 

In sheer reaction, Kimihiro's belly jumped, and without conscious command--or rather, in spite of conscious command, his entire body tightened. Heat began to gather and pool. He sucked in a sharp breath. Oh gods, no! Despite being tied to the wall, despite the fact that this was only the prelude to something far more intimate, probably painful and definitely embarrassing, despite the fact that he did not want this, he was getting hard.

 

His gaze pinned to Kimihiro, Doumeki lowered his head to take Kimihiro's cock into his mouth--and sucked.

 

The heat, the wetness, the tongue... Kimihiro gasped and arched, his head going back in open-mouthed astonishment, his hands wide open in their bindings. He took a deep breath to hold back the moan that wanted to slip free. Doumeki's hand on him in the shower had been incredible, but this was...this was heaven--and hell because he did not want this happening.

 

His hips began to buck, all by themselves, driving his cock deeper into Doumeki's mouth. He tried to still them, he really did. He did not want to encourage Doumeki in any way, but his body clearly had other ideas and... And it felt so horribly, irresistibly, fantastically good, he wasn't so sure he wanted to argue with it. A tortured moan escaped his throat. Damn it!

 

His balls tightened and his body clenched hard. Oh gods, he was going to cum! He was going to cum right in Doumeki's mouth! Kimihiro grabbed onto the sash that bound him to the wall and whimpered in frustration. "Shit, shit, shit...!"

 

Doumeki pulled back, letting Kimihiro's cock slip from his mouth.

 

Kimihiro meant to blow out a relieved sigh, but it came out a moan that sounded distinctly like frustration.

 

A chilling smirk lifted the corners of Doumeki's mouth. He lifted Kimihiro's right leg up onto his broad shoulder and lowered his head. Something hot and wet began to stroke against Kimihiro's balls.

 

That actually felt kind of interesting, if almost ticklish.

 

Doumeki's mouth went lower, into the crack of his ass, and then straight onto his...

 

Kimihiro squeaked in alarm and pulled his knee higher in an attempt to pull his...himself out of reach. "Oi! Where are you putting your mouth?"

 

Doumeki merely lifted Kimihiro's other leg to his shoulder and dove back under. "It's called rimming." His tongue began to stroke all around and across Kimihiro's anus very deliberately, wetting it thoroughly.

 

It felt disgustingly...exciting. Kimihiro's face burned and he writhed. "Stop that! Stop that right now! That's dirty!"

 

Doumeki snorted and held Kimihiro firmly. "It's clean. You showered." His tongue wriggled and applied pressure. Then it slipped in--and moved around inside.

 

Tingles... Deliciously carnal tingles danced around Kimihiro's anus to feather up into his balls. Kimihiro gasped and moaned. His back arched and his toes curled. Then, to his great shame, his body actually opened to let Doumeki further in.

 

Suddenly there was something else besides Doumeki's tongue in there.

 

Kimihiro yelped, in surprise. It didn't hurt, but it definitely felt strange. In fact, it felt like... "Is that your...?"

 

Doumeki released a soft chuckle. "Yes, it's my finger."

 

Kimihiro lifted his head to glare at the pushy, selfish, molesting, bastard. Well, as much of a glare as he could muster while writhing in carnal heat. "Take it out!" Unfortunately, his voice came out just a bit too high and breathy.

 

Doumeki's head lifted to eye Kimihiro with a raised brow. He did not remove his finger. "Does it hurt?"

 

Kimihiro clenched his teeth and worked to steady his voice. "It feels weird--and it's dirty!" It was also rather stimulating, but there was no way in hell he'd admit to that.

 

Doumeki's eyes narrowed and his smile sharpened. "How about this?" A second finger joined the first, pushing the snug opening wider.

 

A sharp and extremely intimate ache made Kimihiro suck in his breath and throw back his head. He closed his eyes and spoke in a tight voice. "Yes, that hurts."

 

Doumeki immediately lowered his head and began to apply his tongue--bringing back those insanely exciting tingles. Then he started scissoring his fingers, encouraging the tight muscles to spread wider.

 

Unfortunately, it worked. The ache disappeared. Kimihiro's breath whooshed out of him in a loud relieved sigh. However, the ache was replaced by the strangest of sensations. The closest he could describe it was like a tickling that wasn't a tickling. It wasn't bad, but Kimihiro couldn't say it was good either.

 

Doumeki's tongue continued to dance. Suddenly, a third finger was insinuated into Kimihiro's ass.

 

The tight ache returned. Kimihiro gasped and arched back again. However, his body obligingly opened further, so the ache left fairly quickly. However, the feeling of fullness in his butt wasn't exactly what he'd call comfortable.

 

The fingers curled and pressed against...something.

 

Deep in Kimihiro's ass, fierce electrical ecstasy pulsed. The delicious burn burst throughout his entire pelvic region, up his spine and into the back of his skull to whitewash his brain. His eyes opened wide, his head flew back, his body arched, and his toes curled. His cock went violently hard and a spat of cum spilled out. A completely unintentional cry of astonished pleasure burst from his throat.

 

Doumeki's smile was positively feral.

 

Trembling in the aftermath of almost cumming, Kimihiro blinked in confusion. He'd never felt anything even remotely like it before. "What was that?"

 

"You're ready." Doumeki pressed that place again.

 

An electrical charge of raw pleasure spilled through him again. Kimihiro arched and cried out again. He writhed to prolong it, but the charge left him even faster than before. Trembling in the aftermath, he realized to his complete mortification that despite the fact that it was happening in his ass, he wanted more. Then he realized that Doumeki had said something. "Wait, what? Ready for what?"

 

Doumeki withdrew his fingers. "For me."

 

Kimihiro couldn't quite hold back a small whimper of disappointment. Without Doumeki's fingers, his butt suddenly felt...empty.

 

Doumeki sat up higher on his knees and pushed the front of his pants down.

 

Suddenly something was again pressing against Kimihiro's abused anus--something that wasn't a finger. It was too big and broad, and hot. It was also slick with oil. Kimihiro sucked in a frightened breath. Is that his...? "Doumeki?"

 

Doumeki met his gaze. "Push out." He pushed--hard.

 

Kimihiro's body opened to the invasion with surprising ease. Kimihiro stiffened in shock. Holy gods, that IS his dick...! He yanked on the sash that bound him, trying to pull away from it. I'm not a girl, damn it! His body started to close around the invader. A sharp ache forced a small cry of pain from Kimihiro's lips. "Hurts..."

 

Doumeki's fingers bit into Kimihiro's up-raised leg and his lip curled in a snarl. "I said, push out! Do it!"

 

Desperate to stop the far too intimate pain, Kimihiro pushed out, forcing his body to open. The ache left almost immediately. He released a soft sigh of relief.

 

"Good." Doumeki pushed again shoving something thick, hot, slick, and insanely hard deep into Kimihiro's butt. His eyes closed and he groaned. "Tight..."

 

Kimihiro closed his eyes, desperately wishing he were someplace else, preferably, at home, in bed--alone. However, there was no escaping the feeling of being spread open, of being filled, of being taken. His eyes watered and a small sound of regret whimpered in his throat.

 

Doumeki's hips made contact with Kimihiro's ass. He groaned long and hard. "Finally..." He sucked in a breath. "I have you."

 

Kimihiro panted in discomfort and spoke in a very small voice. "But, I don't want to be--had." He writhed just a bit, looking for some sort of comfortable position.

 

Doumeki gasped and grabbed onto Kimihiro's thighs. "Don't move!"

 

"It's...tight." An understatement; he felt positively bursting at the seams. Kimihiro writhed just a bit more.

 

Doumeki hissed and his fingers bit into Kimihiro's thighs with bruising force. "Don't move or I'll cum!"

 

Annoyance sparked and Kimihiro's eyes snapped open. "Isn't that what you want to do? Cum? Isn't that the whole point of this?"

 

Doumeki's jaw tightened and his gaze narrowed. "The point is to make you cum, preferably screaming."

 

Kimihiro stiffened, then snarled. "Then why is your dick in my ass?" The son of a bitch hadn't even taken his pants off!

 

Doumeki snarled right back. "To do this!" He withdrew a small amount then shoved back in--and slammed directly into that spot.

 

Electrical ecstasy tinged with the ache of having something violently hard where nothing had ever been exploded within Kimihiro right behind his balls. It was far more powerful than before. The charge resonated throughout his entire body, arching his spine hard, white-washing his brain, and driving a raw cry from his throat.

 

Doumeki pulled back further. With a grunt of effort, he drove back in even harder.

 

Kimihiro didn't even have the chance to recover from the first when the next explosion of brutal pleasure slammed into him. His toes curled hard and another cry burst from his throat while tears slipped from his eyes unnoticed.

 

Doumeki ground in deep and growled. "You will cum. I will make you cum." He leaned over Kimihiro's body, setting his hands on either side of the slender boy's chest. "I will make you cum for me."

 

Kimihiro opened his eyes and looked up at the larger boy. "Doumeki, please..."

 

Doumeki's lip curled and his eyes narrowed. "Shizuka, my name is Shizuka." He pulled back and slammed in, then again, and again...

 

Kimihiro threw his head back and cried out. His legs locked around Doumeki's hips without conscious thought. For an agonizing eternity, violent pleasure burned through his body, over and over, coiling tighter and tighter behind his balls.

 

Grunting with effort, Doumeki rocked over him, his hips slapping against Kimihiro's ass, his cock pistoning out and then into his anus to deliver fierce bursts of raw delight. Sweat rolled down his skin and dripped.

 

Kimihiro opened his eyes and found the sight of Doumeki sweating and straining over him--all those muscles bunching and flexing--unbearably exciting. Something inside him came forth, something wanton and animalistic. Something greedy for the pleasure Doumeki was delivering with each pounding blow, something that thoroughly enjoyed being taken--being fucked. Something hungrily determined to reach climax despite--everything. Something that made him lift his hips to meet Doumeki's thrusts.

 

Doumeki groaned and shuddered. "God... God... So good... Ah!" He stiffened, then pushed forward, nearly folding Kimihiro in half, to take his mouth in a rough kiss.

 

Too far gone in his haze of pleasure to care, Kimihiro opened his mouth to accept Doumeki's tongue, and teeth. However, deep in his ass he could feel Doumeki's cock throbbing. Something hot and wet was being pumped into him. The slippery fluid began to spill past the cock that stretched him and slid down his ass. Doumeki had cum--but he was still hard.

 

A hand closed around Kimihiro's cock and began to pump.

 

Kimihiro moaned into Doumeki's mouth.

 

Doumeki broke the kiss and spoke in a hoarse voice. "Cum for me, Kimihiro." He ground deep into Kimihiro's ass, striking that spot perfectly.

 

The electrical charge of violent pleasure combined with the hand stoking his far too sensitive cock was his undoing. The tightness behind his balls exploded, driving a scream from his lips even as his balls unloaded, spurting cum all over Doumeki's hand and both their bellies.

 

His mind white-washed with violent rapture--and horror. I came. He blinked up at the distance ceiling, the echoes of his scream still in his ears. I came from being fucked up the ass by a man--by Doumeki.

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