XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsune Bi - An xXxHolic Fan-Fiction ❯ Chapter 12

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 Twelve

Doumeki withdrew from Kimihiro's body and rose to sit at the slender boy's side. He leaned over to press a kiss to Kimihiro's lips then tugged up his pants.

 

Completely limp and twitching in a haze of exhaustion and passing euphoria, Kimihiro barely noticed. Even the cum sliding from his ass to spill all over the scarlet robe was of little interest.

 

The sash around his wrists was unwound and pulled free. His numb and chilled arms were rubbed. Doumeki left only to return with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. Gently, he pulled the stained robe out from under Kimihiro and proceeded to wash him.

 

Kimihiro closed his eyes. He just couldn't bring forth the effort to care.

 

Doumeki carried away the bowl then returned again. He slid his pants off and sat down on Kimihiro's right side. He drew up the blanket to cover them both.

 

Kimihiro rolled away to curl up into himself.

 

Doumeki lay down and pressed up against Kimihiro's back. He set an arm over the slender boy's waist, drawing him back into the curve of his body.

 

Kimihiro didn't resist. He held perfectly still under Doumeki's arm, his eyes wide open yet seeing nothing.

 

Doumeki leaned close and pressed a kiss to Kimihiro's brow. "I'll take good care of you. I swear it."

 

Kimihiro blinked into sudden awareness. What? His voice, hoarse from his cries, came out in a whisper. "But I want to take care of myself."

 

Doumeki's arms tightened around Kimihiro. "You can't. You need a protector. Even Yuuko knows that."

 

Kimihiro stiffened and took a deep breath to speak a little louder. "I want to protect myself." Something else occurred to him, besides the wetness leaking from his...body. "I thought your intentions were honorable?"

 

Doumeki sighed against the back of his neck. "They are. I put the adoption papers together for you last year. You only need to stamp it with your seal--"

 

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

 

"Adoption is how men marry men.

 

Kimihiro's eyes narrowed. "You're actually planning to marry, err...adopt me?"

 

"My great-uncle's cottage on the far side of the garden has already been cleaned. I'll have it ready for you to move into tomorrow."

 

"Wait..." Kimihiro turned over to look at Doumeki. "Move? Here on the temple grounds?"

 

Doumeki's eyes narrowed slightly. "Now that I have you, do you honestly think I'll let you leave?"

 

Kimihiro bared his teeth. Of all the nerve...! "You can't keep me here. What are you going to do, tie me up again?"

 

Doumeki's arm tightened and his voice dropped to a bass growl. "If I have to."

 

Kimihiro shook his head in confusion. This was insane! Doumeki was insane! He dredged his mind for something--anything to drive some sense into the big, insufferable, molesting, brute's head. "You can't marry...err, adopt me. You're the heir to the temple. You have to marry a woman to have kids to inherit."

 

Doumeki looked away and shrugged slightly. "She'll live in the house. You'll have the cottage." He looked back at Kimihiro. "That's how grandfather did it."

 

Grandfather...? Kimihiro's mouth fell open. "Your grandfather--Haruka-san, had a wife and a lover, a male lover?"

 

Doumeki's mouth curved into one of his slight smiles. "My great uncle."

 

Kimihiro blinked. "Oh..." Was that what he meant when he told Yuuko that he was following the family tradition? He shook his head sharply. "I can't be your kept lover. I have school plus I work and live with Yuuko-san."

 

Doumeki grabbed onto Kimihiro's shoulder and shoved him flat onto his back. "Your not hers anymore; you're mine."

 

Kimihiro shoved at Doumeki's shoulders. "Get off me, you molesting bastard!" It was like shoving against a tree--a heavy tree. He couldn't budge him. "I am not yours! I'm not anybody's...!"

 

"Is that so?" Viper quick, Doumeki's hand snaked under the blankets to delve between Kimihiro's legs, then under into the crack of Kimihiro's butt. Two fingers slid right past the ring of Kimihiro's anus and burrowed deep.

 

Kimihiro gasped and grabbed for Doumeki's wrist. "What the fuck are you doing?"

 

Doumeki grinned broadly. "That's twice you've said 'fuck'."

 

"I don't give a shit what I said!" Kimihiro tugged on the offensive arm. "Get out of there!"

 

Doumeki withdrew his hand and held his fingers up before Kimihiro's face. They were dripping with clear viscous liquid--his cum.

 

Kimihiro cringed back.

 

"This--" Doumeki's eyes narrowed to cold brass slits. He rubbed his fingers together, smearing the sticky substance. "This says you belong to me."

 

Cold anger burned down Kimihiro's back. He spoke calmly and evenly through his clenched teeth. "This isn't the Edo era, you ass. That says we had sex. Nothing else."

 

Doumeki growled deep in his chest. "You're not leaving, Kimihiro."

 

Kimihiro growled right back. How dare he use my given name! "You can't keep me here, Doumeki."

 

Doumeki's lip curled in a snarl. "I can, and I will." He jerked the blanket off them both, then with a hard tug, he shoved Kimihiro all the way over onto his belly.

 

Kimihiro squeaked in surprise and grabbed onto the futon. "What are you doing now, you pushy bastard?"

 

Doumeki sat astride Kimihiro's legs then leaned over Kimihiro's back and pinned the slender boy with one hand on Kimihiro's shoulder. "Making my point."

 

Kimihiro felt something hard and hot sliding up between his thighs to press against his anus. He stiffened in shock. That's his... "No, damn it! Stop that!" He bucked and twisted, but was too firmly pinned by Doumeki's legs and arms. "You are not doing...that again!"

 

"Stop me." His cock slid right past the lax ring and up into Kimihiro's ass.

 

Kimihiro grabbed onto the futon and whimpered in mortification. Not again! Not this again!

 

Doumeki sheathed himself fully and groaned. "You're still full of cum. It shouldn't hurt."

 

It didn't hurt at all, but that wasn't the point! Kimihiro reached back to dig his fingers into Doumeki's thigh. "Get off of me!"

 

Doumeki captured both of Kimihiro's wrists and pinned them to the futon by Kimihiro's head. "I'll make sure you cum." He pulled back and thrust--hard.

 

Electrical ecstasy burned in Kimihiro's vitals. He twisted and cried out. His cock came to sudden urgent life between his belly and the futon so fast that it made his head go light.

 

Above him, Doumeki began to thrust in a hard measured rhythm.

 

Kimihiro could only writhe and cry out under the onslaught of brutal pleasure.

 

Without hesitating in his thrusts, Doumeki chuckled against his neck. "You like it. Admit it, you like being fucked."

 

Kimihiro could barely string two thoughts together, never mind two words together to answer him--not that he wanted to. However, the truth was he did like it. Doumeki was damned good at...this. What he didn't like was that it was being forced on him. It wasn't happening because he'd invited it. It was happening because Doumeki was being a domineering and possessive ass.

 

Doumeki abruptly released Kimihiro's wrists and pulled completely out of Kimihiro's body to sit up on his knees. With a grunt, he jerked Kimihiro's hips up from the futon.

 

Startled into balancing on his forearms, Kimihiro dug his fingers into the futon. "What...?"

 

"Repositioning." Doumeki jammed his legs between Kimihiro's, spreading the slender boy's thighs wide, then pushed back in.

 

Kimihiro gasped. The brute was deeper than before, and cruelly hard.

 

With a hand on Kimihiro's hip and the other on the slender boy's shoulder, Doumeki proceeded to jerk the far more slender boy back into his thrusts.

 

Lightning erupted in Kimihiro's vitals forcing loud cries from his throat. Doumeki wasn't just hitting that place, he was sawing back and forth against it, doubling the intensity. Without thought, he bucked back to meet Doumeki's thrusts and shouted his voice raw.

 

Abruptly, Doumeki stiffened then slammed in deep, holding Kimihiro firmly in place. He groaned.

 

Kimihiro panted for breath and felt Doumeki's cock pulsing within him, jetting cum into his bowels. Once again, he remained hard.

 

Doumeki collapsed back to sit on the futon with a grunt, taking Kimihiro with him without withdrawing. He arranged the slender boy's legs wide, but folded under, sitting him astride his lap facing the wall of books.

 

Panting from exhaustion, Kimihiro was just too damned tired to fight him and damn it, he still hadn't cum.

 

With a kiss to Kimihiro's shoulder, he reached around to Kimihiro's neglected cock and began to stroke.

 

Kimihiro groaned and arched. Doumeki's stroking hand felt good, but it wasn't enough. He writhed around on Doumeki's lap, and somehow ended up rising on his knees.

 

Doumeki pressed a hand under Kimihiro's ass and whispered in his ear. "That's it, ride me. Make yourself cum."

 

Too close to climax to care what it took to cum, he grabbed onto Doumeki's thighs and pushed up, then fell on the hard cock within him. A hard pang of pleasure spilled through him. He moaned. That worked, but not quite enough. He rose a little higher and fell a little faster. Ecstasy burned up his spine. Much better. He pushed up and dropped over and over, setting a hard though slow rhythm.

 

Doumeki began to stroke in time with it.

 

After an eternity, that was probably really only a minute, Kimihiro's body reached the precipice and fell over into the maelstrom. He threw back his head and howled with a voice gone hoarse while jet after jet of cum spurted over Doumeki's hand.

 

Doumeki caught Kimihiro under the chin and turned his head to take his mouth in a deep and thorough kiss, swallowing the last of the slender boy's cries.

 

Released from Doumeki's kiss, Kimihiro collapsed back against the larger boy's shoulder panting, utterly spent, and thoroughly disgusted with himself. He'd given in far too easily. Doumeki was just too damned good at...this...to resist.

 

With a sigh, Doumeki eased Kimihiro down onto the futon and left, walking away completely naked.

 

Kimihiro couldn't help but notice exactly how fine Doumeki's muscular butt really was.

 

Doumeki returned with yet another bowl of steaming water and a cloth. He knelt at Kimihiro's side. "Lay on your side so I can wash you."

 

Burning with embarrassment, Kimihiro scowled and pushed to sit up. "I'm not a baby, I can clean myself." His ass protested--loudly. He winced and turned to the side, but that hurt too.

 

Doumeki snorted. "I doubt you can even stand."

 

Kimihiro curled his lip, baring his teeth. "I can too stand!"

 

Doumeki's lips curved into a pronounced smirk. "I wouldn't try it."

 

Kimihiro rolled onto his knees--that hurt less, and pushed with his hands to rise. His knees refused to obey. He sucked in a startled breath.

 

"I told you." Doumeki shoved Kimihiro's shoulder pushing him onto his side, facing away from him. "You'll get used to it, eventually." He began washing Kimihiro's ass, then thighs.

 

Kimihiro's face burned with mortification. "I don't want to get used to it!"

 

Doumeki kept sliding the warm wet cloth in embarrassing places. "In the morning, I'll bring you a fresh robe. On your back please."

 

Kimihiro rolled onto his back and aimed a glare at his tormentor. "No thank you, I have clothes."

 

Doumeki washed Kimihiro's belly and flaccid cock without batting an eye. "You'll see those clothes again after you sign the adoption papers."

 

Kimihiro's mouth fell open. Blackmail? "You wouldn't...!"

 

Doumeki dropped the soiled cloth into the bowl and gave Kimihiro a flat blank look. "My parents already know that you'll be taking over uncle's cottage. They were expecting you after graduation, but I'm sure they'll understand." He rose to his feet.

 

Kimihiro shook his head in confusion. "Wait, you're parents know about me?" He clenched his jaw. "Do they know you want me as your live-in lover?"

 

Doumeki turned to the side, looking away. "They know what uncle's cottage is for." He stepped away. "The kimonos I had made for you should be delivered sometime tomorrow afternoon."

 

Kimihiro pushed up onto his elbows. "Kimonos...? You had kimono's made for me?"

 

Doumeki shrugged. "They look good on you." He started to walk away. "And they're easier to get off of you."

 

Kimihiro wanted to shout after the bastard. He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw the mother of all temper-tantrums, but he was just too damned tired and his throat hurt. Even worse, his bladder was starting to complain.

 

Unfortunately, he couldn't walk which meant he'd have to ask for help.

 

When Doumeki returned, Kimihiro bit the bullet. "I need to go to the bathroom."

 

Doumeki obligingly lifted Kimihiro up onto his feet, then swept him into his arms like a princess.

 

Kimihiro stiffened. "Oi! I'm not a girl. Quit treating me like one."

 

Doumeki snorted and carried Kimihiro exactly as he had him to the bathroom--and the toilet. The good news was that it wasn't one of the old-fashioned troughs in the floor toilet but a western flushing toilet. The bad news was that Doumeki didn't leave. In fact, he stared.

 

Kimihiro closed his legs together and cringed. "Do you mind?"

 

Doumeki folded his arms and leaned against the doorway with a slight smirk. "Nope, I don't mind at all."

 

Kimihiro fisted his hands on his thighs. "I can't pee with you watching me!"

 

Doumeki sighed and turned around.

 

Kimihiro did his business. The clean up was painfully embarrassing. His body had decided to...void what was in his bowels. Finally finished, he automatically went to stand. Sadly, his knees still weren't working. In fact, his legs started trembling too. "Damn it!"

 

Doumeki turned around. "Done?"

 

Kimihiro crossed his arms over his meager chest and looked away. "Yes."

 

Doumeki lifted Kimihiro just as he had before and carried the silently fuming slender boy to the futon. After sitting on Kimihiro's right side, again, he tugged the blanket up around them both and drew Kimihiro down and under his arm.

 

Kimihiro stared at the far wall of books wondering how the hell he was going to get himself out of this mess. The one person who was supposed to protect him--who had always protected him, had become his captor. Strangely, tears began to streak down his cheeks and his breath tried to hitch. He took in deep slow breaths to keep from making a sound.

 

Time passed and nothing came to mind. Eventually, sleep crept up and tugged him under.

 

After what felt like only two hours of rest, Kimihiro awoke to the feeling Doumeki's arm tightening around his waist--and his cock prodding at his backside.

 

Kimihiro groaned and pulled away. Does his cock ever go to sleep?

 

Doumeki's arm slid from Kimihiro's waist, only to press a hand between his thighs to push Kimihiro's leg up then pulled it back and over Doumeki's hip.

 

Still more than a little groggy, Kimihiro turned to look over at Doumeki. "What...?"

 

Doumeki took that moment to slide into Kimihiro's still pliant body.

 

Kimihiro gasped, suddenly very wide awake--and very full.

 

Doumeki looped his arm back around Kimihiro's waist and proceeded to rock into the slender boy with a slow deep rhythm.

 

To Kimihiro's shock, his body began to coil and heat in response. Despite the odd angle, Doumeki's cock rubbed him in exactly the right place. He bit his lip, but the moan still escaped.

 

Doumeki's hand slid down to stroke his cock.

 

Kimihiro shuddered and gripped the futon mattress to buck back to meet Doumeki's cock. He was going to cum, and fast.

 

Doumeki groaned in Kimihiro's ear. "Cum for me."

 

Kimihiro stiffened and to his complete surprise, his body slammed straight into a sudden and violent climax. He didn't have the breath to release more than a breathy moan.

 

Doumeki groaned. "Mmm... Yes." He suddenly sped up into a pounding rhythm. After only about a dozen strokes, he stiffened. His arm tightened around Kimihiro and he slammed in deep. His cock pulsed in Kimihiro's ass, filling it to overflowing.

 

Kimihiro gasped for breath and trembled in the aftermath. Again, I let him...do me, again. And this time, he didn't even offer a token protest. He closed his eyes and turned his face into the mattress. What is wrong with me?

 

Doumeki rose from the futon and picked up his strewn clothes. "I'll be back with breakfast in an hour. Chores first."

 

Kimihiro blinked. "It's morning? Already?"

 

Doumeki stepped into his pants. "For me. You can sleep for another hour."

 

Kimihiro struggled to sit up. His ass was not happy with him. He did it anyway. "I want to go home--to Yuuko's house."

 

Doumeki turned his back and slid on his shirt. "I'll take you to the cottage this afternoon. The furniture is already there. I just need to get linens and towels brought in." He tied the shirt closed and tucked it into his pleated hakima pants.

 

Kimihiro bared his teeth. "Did you hear me? I want to go back! Today!"

 

Doumeki turned a narrow brass glare on Kimihiro. "You're staying here--where it's safe for you. No spirits can come on this property with out an invitation.'

 

Kimihiro bunched the blanket in his fists. "You are not my owner!"

 

Doumeki strode past the futon towards the door. "I'll see you in an hour." He opened the far door and left.

 

Kimihiro stared at the wide open door. Bastard! Kimihiro rolled onto his knees and suddenly realized why Doumeki had wanted to...have sex right then. His butt really hurt. In fact, his entire lower back throbbed. Walking would be agony.

 

Kimihiro took a deep breath and yanked up the blanket. Agony or not, he was going out that damned open door.

 

He set one foot under him and struggled to rise. It hurt like fucking hell. Forget his knees; his back didn't want to work at all. It took grabbing onto the bookshelves, but he got on his feet--and collected his glasses while he was at it. Leaning against the shelves, he tied the blanket around his hips and eyed the door. What Doumeki seemed to have forgotten was that he had suffered a great deal from monsters that had plagued him--and for years, many of them actually riding on his back. Walking across one small library wouldn't be pleasant, but he would manage it.

 

Keeping a firm hold of the shelves, Kimihiro set one foot in front to the other and walked. It was agony, but that wasn't going to stop him.

 

After an eternity that had him gasping for breath and whimpering slightly, he made it to the open door. Now all he had to do was walk of the grounds, then several blocks to Yuuko's place.

 

Kimihiro very nearly collapsed right there. He sucked in a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.

 

"Ready to come home?" The voice was feminine, sultry and breathtakingly familiar.

 

Kimihiro turned to his left.

 

Leaning against the library wall was cinnamon-eyed Yuuko dressed in tight black slacks and wearing a snug low-cut red t-shirt. Her knee-length midnight hair was drawn back into an insanely long pony-tail.

 

It was the most welcoming sight he'd seen in ages. He smiled through the pain. "Yes, ma'am."

 

She smiled with red-tinted lips. "Good." She turned to the side and waved a hand. "I even brought you a robe, and a ride."

 

A tall painfully slender man with stark yet delicate features and sharply slanted back eyes stepped around the corner. His blue-black hair was combed back from the sharp widow's peak of his brow and in defiance of gravity, the ragged tails of it swept straight back as though he stood in a strong wind. He wore a long black coat belted at the waist and his black boots gleamed with polish. Over his arm, he held a long length of midnight blue cloth.

 

Yuuko nodded toward the young man. "Wataniki, this is Az." She turned to the young man and smiled. "Az, this is my Watanuki. Please be gentle with him."

 

The man's sharply arched brows rose. "This is the price for my wish, I presume?"

 

Yuuko nodded. "You presume correctly. You're to carry him back to my place."

 

The young man grinned. "He's lovely. It will be my pleasure."

 

Kimihiro rolled his eyes. "Is everyone a pervert?"

 

Yuuko lifted a hand to laugh behind it. "I don't know about everyone, but Az definitely is."

 

The young man pushed out his bottom lip in a pout. "My dear Yuuko, my tastes are not perverted." He smiled rather slyly. "They're perfectly acceptable where I come from."

 

"Oh, I'm sure." Yuuko looked to the side and slanted her gaze at him. "But not everyone is a duke of Hell."

 

Kimihiro refused to take the oh so obvious bait. He held out his hand. "May I have that robe, please? My blanket is slipping."

 

Az obligingly opened the robe revealing that it was richly embroidered in black and silver thread with night-cranes--and had near ground-sweeping sleeves.

 

Kimihiro sighed. A woman's robe. Why am I not surprised? Still, it was better than a blanket. Gripping the doorway firmly, Kimihiro turned around to set one arm in one of the long draping sleeves.

 

Az stepped in close to assist Kimihiro into getting the other sleeve on.

 

Kimihiro couldn't help but notice that there was a slight scent of clove incense and burning matches drifting from the young man--sulfur. He tugged the robe closed and loosened the knot to the blanket, letting it slip to the ground. He turned around to face Yuuko.

 

Yuuko held out a bright blue sash that was far wider than it needed to be, and smiled.

 

Kimihiro rolled his eyes. "Yuuko-san, I can not tie an obi that's that wide."

 

"That's okay." Yuuko stepped close and smiled. "I'll do it for you." She stepped behind Kimihiro and wrapped the broad sash snuggly around him--from his ribs to his hips--then tied it into a huge bow that very nearly went to the ground. She stepped out from behind Kimihiro and patted his cheek. "It suits you."

 

Kimihiro lowered his brows but couldn't quite summon up a proper glare. "You always think women's clothes suit me."

 

Az frowned. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with her. It looks very flattering on you."

 

Kimihiro turned his half glare on the young man. "Don't you start too."

 

Yuuko suddenly looked over her shoulder. "I'm afraid we're out of time." She lloked over to the young man. "Az, would you mind...?"

 

Az grinned, showing fangs. "Not at all." He stepped up to Kimihiro, leaned down and lifted him into his arms--like a child.

 

Kimihiro was too worn out to even protest the 'princess hold'. He looped his arms around Az's neck. "Thank you for doing this."

 

Az's fingers somehow wormed their way against Kimihiro's bottom. "My please, really." He smiled flashing fangs once again then sighed out a long breath. A pair of huge bat wings opened and a long slender tail uncoiled from under his coat.

 

Kimihiro darted an alarmed look at Yuuko.

 

Yuuko smiled and wiggled her fingers. "He really is a duke of Hell."

 

Kimihiro looked over at Az's face, so very close to his.

 

Az chuckled. "Yes, I'm a demon. Shall we go?" He jumped straight up into the air and carried Kimihiro away.

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