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A Dream's End

by Andariel

Chapter III

"Wait…" the small voice interrupted the getaway from the stuffy, noisy club, causing Aya to turn back and look at the young man, still flushed, that he lead down the access alley.  Dear Gods, not now.  He had just gotten him out without the slightest use of an entrancing spell.  It was a whole lot more encouraging when they came willingly.  It had seemed like that would be the case with the young J-leaguer but this sudden hesitation started telling him otherwise.

"What's wrong?" Aya asked, turning fully to look at Ken.  His cyan colored eyes sparkled softly, beautifully – Aya thought, reflecting the redhead's own astonishing presence in them.

"I… I was supposed to meet my friend here…" Ken confessed quietly, hesitantly.  The lusty desire was still evident in his eyes but there was something more as well.  At once Aya knew just who this 'friend' was: the fellow J-leaguer who had caught Ken's attention quite some time ago.

As promising as it sounded to merely drag the young man back to where he wanted him, Aya still insisted that he wanted Ken to come out of his own free will.  He wanted for once bring someone willingly home; thus it had been decided that it would happen tonight and it would happen with Ken.  Such a paradox, really.  He stepped forward, touching the side of the young man's face lightly.

            "You may see him tomorrow night…" he said quietly, marble features portraying nothing but sweet innocence.  Innocence drowned centuries ago in sin, but this Ken was not yet made aware of.  If ever.

            "Demo…" he tired to protest weakly.

            "Come with me." Aya purred by his ear, trailing feather light fingers down that nicely toned chest hidden for now beneath the shirt he wore.  He felt the hesitation in the young man start to dissolve with the soft quaking of his needy body.  "I can give you what you want…"

            "What I want..?"

            "What you want."  Aya insisted, giving Ken's earlobe a brush of his lips and a flick of his tongue.

            "I…"

            "Don't think.  Just come."  It took a few moments and a few more incomprehensible lustful whispers teasing the young man's neck and ear but as always, Aya was successful.  He had, after all, learned from the best.

*  *  *

            "So let me get this straight…" Yohji said as his emerald gaze focused on the glass he held in his hand.  His words had long gone a bit slurred; the alcohol finally catching up with him.  It was actually quite amazing that he was still standing after all that he had ingested that night.

            Schuldich sat beside him, yet unlike his blonde companion, both his words and movements were as sharp as always.  He rotated a tall wine glass with its deep red liquid contents between his fingers.  His cat-like jade orbs held fast onto the playboy, who appeared to be mulling over their previous discussion.

            "You're certain this will get me what I want."

            "Nein.  I'm certain it'll get me what I want, but you might just get lucky in the long run."  Returned the redhead quite casually before taking a sip of his wine. Fine tastes were hard to let go of, even in this day and age.  Aah, how he missed the times long gone.  Life had been good then.  Things had been easy and always went perfectly his way.  That is, until the night nearly a whole century ago that his own little redhead found his backbone…

            But those days had passed…

            Those days, which would also be taken back and returned to him if things ran smoothly.  If he had to rely on this foolish playboy to initiate the very process, then so be it.  He could deal with it.  He had to deal with it if he was going to get his childe, his lover, and his toy back…

*  *  *

            The house was bathed in darkness safe for the occasional candle that hung on the wall on the way toward Aya's bedroom.  If Ken had been curious as to this strange and oddly coincidental occurrence, he did not once voice that curiosity.  The truth was, he did not have all that much time to do so either due to the hands that traveled, exploring wildly his quickly responding body, or the lips that ravished the side of his neck.  Soon thereafter he found himself to be pressed into a vast bedroom; the door shut quietly.

            Aya led the young man forward, making sure to keep his mind occupied with the task at hand, which at the time happened to be the hem of Ken's shirt.  Lips fell to the soft flesh that connected his neck and shoulder, nipping lightly at that tender skin before nonchalantly yanking the slim shirt from the tanned body he was aching to touch; aching to claim as his own.  The gasp that escaped his lips forced a shiver down Aya's back; such little things caused such stimulating effects.  The thin material fell to the floor, laying scattered and forgotten until further notice.

            Small steps.  Toward the bed.  Inching closer.  Pallid fingers expertly undid a button and then a zipper, forcing another shuddering breath from Ken, who gradually lost the annoying clothes that clad his body and at the same time lost himself to the darkness that slowly encircled him.  The black material collided with the cold marble floor.  Another article lost and forgotten, so little more to go.  To the inner rhythm of desire they moved, at first purely one-sided as Ken merely gave himself willingly to the redhead, but the moment that he was turned to face the marble wonder that was Aya's immortally-kissed body things changed.  It was nearly impossible not to touch that awe-inspiring body that slid closer to him.

            Amethyst eyes drifted shut as warm fingers reached up and traced the lines of his chest.  Ken was being bold, which was an immensely good thing.  The shirt slid completely from his shoulders, joining the others on the floor.

            "Can-can I kiss you..?"  Ken whispered hesitantly, watching with lustful eyes of glistening blue.  His hands rested lightly on Aya's chest, lingering there in innocent teasing.

            "You man…" came the quiet, husky response.  And as a good little boy, ken leaned up to press warm lips to cooler ones.  It wasn't the sort of kiss one paid a few yen for out on the street; it was hesitant yet tender and full of desire waiting to be unleashed under the right circumstances.

            Tenderness was nice, tenderness was sweet but it was also not what Aya wanted at that very moment.  He wanted more, much more.  The kiss was only a start for what would come next…

* * *

            Finally.  Upon the black satin sheets lied Hidaka Ken in his full glory.  Clothes had been long forgotten, of course, discarded randomly throughout the cool marble floor, leaving the two of them to linger upon the cool sheets, against one another.  Flesh to flesh.  The ultimate sin.  Dear gods, it was a wonderful one at that.

            The young man lay on his back, cyan eyes shut as he fought to retain the breath he had lost with the explosive climax that had torn through his body only seconds ago.  Aya rested lightly over him, the seduction never once ceasing even after all of that.  He trailed ravishing kisses along the gasping J-leaguers abdomen, kissing away the only evidence of their previous activities.  He grinned wickedly as he heard Ken gasp sharply in both surprise and delight; the lust still not yet gone before it began to take over once again.  Desire, pure lustful desire in those bright orbs of cyan blue.

            Aya continued his journey upward, seconds later pressing a feverish kiss to the young man's lips, allowing Ken to taste himself.  A satisfactory moan was stifled against the redhead's lips.

            The kiss did not linger, however; there was something else that Aya hungered for.  Something sweeter and deeper and richer.  His lips befell the soft flesh of the side of Ken's neck, the rapid beating of his pulse indicating the young man's excitement, which further deepened Aya's thirst. 

            Pale fingers caressed Ken's tone chest, contrasting against that smooth, tanned flesh beautifully.  A deep kiss, a scrape of sharpened teeth.

            Ken hissed sharply, but whatever pain he might've felt was quickly basked by the ecstatic pleasure, which began to flood and blur his senses.  Aya himself shuddered as that pure, pleasure enriched liquid crimson flooded his mouth.  He held onto Ken's quaking body, the hold being returned by an almost desperate-like cling.

            Thunder could not match the intense booming of his heartbeat sounding beautifully in Aya's ears.  Soon… almost there.  It was mere moments later that Ken's grip weakened, his breath ragged and faint.  The redhead reluctantly released his hold and looked down at the young man.

            "Ken…" he whispered tenderly like one would to a child.  He was going to be his child soon enough.

            Blue eyes were turned on him; recognition was there of course but the strength to respond, long gone.  His eyes met Aya's with awareness, however. A sharp, attentive gaze that would both take his life and give him an entirely new one.  He watched as Aya rose from him ever slightly, yet just enough for a moan of dismay to escape Ken's lips as he was obviously disappointed with the loss of close contact.  He watched through blurry eyes as a thin, neat cut sliced across Aya's wrist.  He watched the redhead not even flinch as liquid crimson peppered to the surface, staining otherwise flawless marble-white flesh.  He watched as the wounded wrist was extended to him and suddenly he was no longer watching.  The moment one of those precious drops of crimson red touched his lips, the whole world opened up into a whirling vortex of time and space, sucking him without the slightest resistance.  His lips parted to welcome the rich vitae that was being offered to him.

            Offered… what kind of other choice did he really have?

Aya grit his teeth against the exhilarating sensation that coursed through his body as Ken began to drink greedily, holding onto his wrist almost desperately. He couldn't allow this to go on for much longer, he realized upon hearing the thunderous harmony of the young man's heart beating unnaturally in his chest. As endearing as it was to feel those racing chills, as downright erotic as it was to feel that clinging body so close to his, trembling against his, drinking the dark life force out of him that would soon give way to a whole new sort of existence, he would have to stop him. He would have to stop him or he too would be shoved into the world of darkness, where he wasn't sure he could very easily escape from.

However, this did not happen. He did not have to so much even tell a word to the young man before Ken broke the hold and collapsed heavily on the pillows beneath him. His breath was raging, as was to be expected; coming in sharp, ragged gasps for the air that had ceased to run through his dying lungs. And that was exactly the case, dying. The young man was dying, but not a natural sort of death that one would never wake out of. Oh, he would wake, all right and when it did, the fun would start. But until then the pain would reign supreme.

It started with a scream, escaping painfully through bloodstained lips. Ken instinctively curled up in desperate attempt to stop the pain that felt like would tear apart his entire body. Aya had leaned back, allowing the process to run its course without his interruption. Interruption that would not even exist because he knew there was no way to bi-step this stage. He watched as the young man attempted to bury himself among the black sheets and fluffy pillows that no longer offered no comfort. The whimpering sounds that escaped him were heartbreaking and at once Aya wanted to reach out, only to have Ken flinch fiercely at the touch. His cyan blue eyes were shut, lids pressing shut quite tightly but even then crystal tears seeped through them to stain his flushed cheeks.

Mere moments passed but they felt like years, for the both of them. But finally, the young man had come to a deadly still, tears frozen on his now relaxed face; he deathlike grip he had on the covers equally relaxed; no breaths escaped him, no trembles shook his body, nothing stirred. Aya watched and then those eyes fluttered open to reveal pure shimmering sapphires.

Ken gradually shifted to lie on his back and look up at Aya questioningly. Beautiful, the redhead noted. Every feature had been sharpened by the Gift; his gaze refined and bright; his smooth flesh not appearing porcelain-like as his, but still tanned and absolutely soft – eventually it would lose its smooth coffee coloring. Eventually but not now. A newborn in this world, looking up at Aya in undying questions that would only be answered as the years went by.

He redhead leaned down, long strands cascading forward over his shoulders; contrasting beautifully against his flesh. He touched the young man's cheek, quickly loosing its previous warmth. "No questions, not now." He whispered sweetly, lips tracing Ken's own, which surprisingly enough returned the gesture with the same tenderness. "Sleep, my dear… your new life awaits you in the 'eve."
Ken nodded quietly after stealing one more kiss, then as a child, turned to face his sire and slid against his body, seeking comfort and warmth where there was none. But that didn't matter. He was a willing toy, a willing companion. A beautiful childe.

* * *

Slumber came easily but brought no other comfort other than being able to hold his conquest in his arms as the day flourished and progressed outside. The dreams were back once again, and stronger this time around as well. No longer did he merely see, relive, the night in which all he knew was but a hazy dream in which darkness ruled supreme, but he too watched the long years spent at his master's side.

It was a clear as if he were there now; the chilling seductive grin tossed his way, the wild toss of his head that threw long, wispy fiery strands over strong shoulders in a fluid motion. The hours of unbelievable, mind blowing sex and sin was perhaps what came back to haunt him he most. They had given a whole new definition to the word sin; they had made the very gods shudder up in the heavens upon the sight of pleasure and pain, of blood and sweat of things that would place a fierce blush on the cheapest of whore's cheeks. I had been their world of blood and of lust and for a time that was all he had wanted and needed in that new life of his. Even now, away from those times, away from his long gone sire and with a new pet in his arms, Aya felt a tingle of pleasure rush down his spine as the visions flashed across his hazy mind.

Haziness, however, did nothing to mask what he was feeling; to mask the unmistakable sensation of having his body be invaded in the most of intimate ways. To mask the warmness of his own slick bloodstained his chest from the numerous cuts and wounds he had endured.

Of all times for these memories to return to him. Of all times… of all times when he had just reciprocated that very experience with the sleeping (ex) J-leaguer in his arms.

Aya was yanked out of his slumber by a sharp shifting right beside him.
Ken.

Liquid pools of shimmering violet were revealed and looked to the ever-slightly agitated young man lying there.

It only took one word, one single muttered word to strip all dreams from his conscience and deprive him of the sweet slumber he desperately yearned for. One single word.

"Kaze…"

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Hey, I'm getting there, ne? ^^  Took a bit longer than expected, but here it is.  Also a bit longer than expected, so be happy. ^^;  Again, the lemon will be posted on a website, which I'm currently working on.  Lemony goodness to come, worry not.  The introduction of more angst and things to come… mm.  Must start plotting.  Reviews are welcomed!! ^_^

Lil note: Fic's been reposted cause for some reason FF.net decided that it should take it down without even telling me.  Some of my notes up top referring to reviewers will make no sense, cause obviously the reviews have been wiped out too.  But it's back and it's progressing.  Thanks to those who've kept reading.