gift fic for Kira at InuHolidays

Summary: all Renkotsu wanted was a man - strong, hard - and willing to take and give equally!

"Ebbing" by Abraxas (2009-05-24)

He was mad, again, and Ren smiled. Sui was so drop-dead beautiful when struck with that fever. Even at his flaccid, domesticated state we was the kind of lover a man would have killed to obtain – devoted and eager to pleasure each and every inch of flesh. And yet the twisted and demented depths of his fetishism was not satisfied by a submissive. Ren wanted a man!

Strong. Hard. Willing to take and give equally.

The monk picked up a shard of mirror and gazed into it. Boredom and more than a little depression conspired to create the haggard face tiresomely reflected. The others, especially Mushin and his obnoxious, lecherous friend, were giving him grief about his appearance. A snarl flashed his face while he screamed hypocrites within his head. Anyway, he needed to prepare – there would be a time to deal with the fools.

Ren swished the oil and spit it against a torch. A ball of fire exploded above his head and singed his hair. He applied a balm onto his face and repeated the firebending – now letting the flames tickle his face. Thus, with the aid of his art, he cleared his body of any trace of hair.

Again he gazed into the mirror. The smiling face of his true and naked self was revealed through a dusting of ash. A thorough scrub and all traces of that ceremony would be extinguished.

Sui – Sui! – his mad, crazed Sui spewing his rage like a Buddha of hell. And how he worshiped that living breathing god! Oh, the virility! That undying urge to pleasure matched only by the insatiable thirst of blood. It was like making love to a god of fire.

At last with a reason to live that shattered his melancholy, in the middle of the night, he snuck out of the temple and trekked toward the grotto. The hideout at the river at the base of a cliff. It was where he met Sui. Strange, he thought, perhaps the location was connected to whatever trauma formed impelled the beast within. But how could it be that such a serene corner of the world would have inspired such a change in a man?

The moon loomed like an eye above while below a figure sat atop a log with his feet in the water.

Ren brushed his hand against the shrubs and their rustle alerted the figure. Slowly he walked along the edge of the waters. The current lapping against the rocks lent the scene a heart-like rhythm, beating faster and faster, into a frenzy.

Sui reached for the monk's hand and brought it onto his lips. Aroused, he grasped the slim man's waist and dragged his body onto his face. Squeezing. Hugging. He felt his lover's hips with his hands while his cheek took notice of the monk's throbbing, aching bulge. Unable to resist he kneaded the flesh through the robes while looking up at the smiling bald figure.

Ren sat between Sui's legs. With his arms around the beast's waist he buried his face against his lover's chest. He reached below and grasped his lover's flesh. All the while he explored with his fingers he gazed outward. To the log and its green, dewy moss. To the water and its surface sparkling with starlight. He looked up – the moon seemed to hover above Sui's shoulders. There was a fragrant spark to the air that induced a shiver.

The crazed figure could not speak – coherently – at that state. Only his eyes betrayed emotion. It was enough to Ren. The moaning and groaning that accompanied the anticipation shining through Sui's eyes could not be denied. He hoped it would not come to that end so soon but their relationship was like the bloom of a flower – a flash of beauty. He knew as he exposed his lover to savor each and every touch as he rubbed.

Ren applied every bit of knowledge he possessed to extend the session. Stopping whenever the erection grew so intensely firm. Waiting as it softened while tugging his lover's thick and rigid sack. Kissing. Licking. Suckling. God, how he enjoyed the agony uttered through Sui's lips!

He started to rub again and smiled with pleasure as Sui's legs tensed. His toes curled. He grasped the log while his head thrashed back and his body shuddered. Ren tickled then massaged his tip with his palm. His lover begged for more and more, pleading through tears. He resumed his stroking. Under the frenzy of his grasp the beast's shaft seemed to lengthen and its tip swelled. A shiver mixed with a gasp announced the climax of the session. Globs of white splattered through Ren's fingers – he continued to rub the juices into the flesh against the giant's yelps and shudders so violent they threatened to hurl him into the water. But Sui would not relent.

He wanted to milk Sui to the last final drop!

And feeling his rigidity retreating through his fingers he knew with its passing that his mad, crazed Sui was ebbing away….

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