CHAPTER 9
"Hold still!" Ikutachi ordered.
Ikutachi straddled Barbatos' waist, threading the needle in his hand while the Phantom lay on his back staring up at him. Every time Ikutachi was about to get the thread through the needle's tiny hole, Barbatos would thrust his hips up and send Ikutachi hurdling forward into his arms.
"Alright, I'll stay still." Barbatos chuckled, tucking his hands behind his head.
Ikutachi resumed the process, smiling when he was close. But the precise moment the thread entered the hole, Barbatos reared his hips up once more.
"Damn you!" Ikutachi hissed, jabbing the needle into Barbatos' bare shoulder.
"Ouch! What the hell, Iku?"
"Move again and it'll be your eye next time!"
"Fine! Geez, as if I haven't bled enough today!"
"Oh, stop whining. It's your own fault, so I don't want to hear it."
Barbatos grumbled inaudibly, leaving Ikutachi to thread the needle without interruption. Once he got it, Ikutachi peeled back the temporary bandage he'd paced on Barbatos' injury shortly before they'd gotten into the bath. The bleeding had slowed, but it was still oozing steadily from the wound.
"I'm thinking three stitches should be enough." Ikutachi said.
Ikutachi placed the needle between his lips then set about cleaning the wound once more for good measure. When he was satisfied, he dried it with a clean cloth and sterilized the needle. As he leaned forward to begin his work, Ikutachi realized that Barbatos was unusually quiet. His eyes flickered up to Phantom who was quietly admiring him through hooded eyes.
"What?" Ikutachi asked, suddenly uneasy.
"Nothing," Barbatos answered lazily. "I'm just watching. I like watching you."
Ikutachi frowned. Barbatos added the last part with a slow, deliberate smile. The kind of smile that meant he had something in mind, but he wasn't ready to speak his intentions aloud. Ikutachi had been with the Phantom long enough to know that such a smile could be good or bad, but it was almost always bad…
"Whatever you're thinking, the answer is no." Ikutachi said firmly, positioning the needle for the first stitch.
"I didn't even…. Ow!" Barbatos yelped. "A little warning next time!"
"I thought you said you were watching." Ikutachi replied smugly. "Obviously, not close enough."
"Careful, Anima," Barbatos warned. "I've been holding back until now, but if this is a game you want to play, then I'm happy to oblige."
Ikutachi shifted uneasily on Barbatos' lap, regretting the action almost immediately. Barbatos was rock hard; his bulging length poking the inside of Ikutachi's thigh. The realization of the Phantom's unexpected arousal sent a flood of color to Ikutachi's cheeks; his reaction eliciting a husky laugh from Barbatos.
Ikutachi cleared his throat, trying his best to ignore the massive cock lying between his legs. "If you're done complaining, I'd like to continue."
Barbatos took several seconds to respond, staring at Ikutachi for an uncomfortably long time. When he finally responded, his voice was rough and low; full of dark longing that both terrified and excited Ikutachi.
"Please, continue." Barbatos replied, adjusting his hips ever so slightly. The small movement caused the Phantom's length to stab Ikutachi in the thigh once more.
Ikutachi swallowed, leaning forward cautiously. For a moment, he thought the Phantom would roll him over and have his way with him, but to Ikutachi's surprise Barbatos remained completely still.
Ikutachi finished the first stitch, then the second and finally the third. He tied off the thread, clipping the rest with a pair of tiny scissors from the night stand. He inspected his work, nodding once when he was done.
"You're getting better at this." Barbatos replied, bending his head so he could examine the work as well.
"I should be an expert considering the amount of times I've had to patch you up after battle. Let me wipe the excess blood and re-bandage it."
Ikutachi did just that, dabbing a bit of ointment on the stitched flesh before taping the bandage down.
"There," Ikutachi announced, "all done."
"Thank you," Barbatos said, sitting up and giving Ikutachi a quick peck on the lips.
The Phantom lifted Ikutachi off his lap, setting him gingerly on mattress before standing up to stretch.
"What are you doing?" Ikutachi asked, miffed by Barbatos' sudden coldness.
"I'm making sure I can move without tearing my stitches. There's only three, but better safe than sorry. I don't want to bleed on you during the night."
"Oh." Ikutachi said dejectedly; his lips settling into a tiny pout. "So we're going to bed?"
Barbatos laughed loudly. "No, my love. There will be no sleeping tonight."
Ikutachi perked up instantly, sitting up on his knees and giving Barbatos his most seductive, "come hither" look. He was ready for his lover; anxious to put the night's traumatic events behind them. He'd finally confessed, in words, his love for Barbatos. A feat until a couple of hours ago, Ikutachi believed impossible. All it took was a second, almost near death experience to loosen his tongue. And, now that his true feelings were out in the open, Ikutachi was ready to express them in the one way he knew best.
He was clean from head toe; Barbatos had made sure of that during their bath. The Phantom had washed every inch of Ikutachi's body, paying special attention to certain areas as he went. He was soft and warm and ready to accept his lover's embrace.
As it were, Ikutachi wore nothing but one of Barbatos' button-up shirts. It practically swallowed him whole; the wide collar falling off his slender shoulder. The Phantom had always enjoyed seeing Ikutachi in his clothing, and this time was no different. He could feel the excitement radiating off of Barbatos, and it filled Ikutachi with feverish anticipation.
With the Phantom's eyes fixed on him, Ikutachi undid each button with painfully slow movements. The Phantom bit his bottom lip; his heavy length tenting the front of his low-hanging sleep pants.
"Come here." Ikutachi cooed, pulling open the shirt and giving the Phantom of clear view of his naked form.
Barbatos groaned involuntarily, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He stood perfectly still, but every muscle in his body was poised to move. He was fighting for control, but Ikutachi couldn't understand why. He was offering himself completely to the Phantom, yet the daemon was hesitating.
"Why are you still over there?" Ikutachi asked, crawling to the edge of the bed and reaching out for his lover. "Don't you want to touch me?"
The Phantom ran a hand down his mouth, wiping away the tiny sliver of blood. He started to move, but instead of taking Ikutachi's outstretched hand; he walked over to his desk and dragged the chair over to the foot of the bed
Ikutachi watched quietly, wondering what Barbatos had in mind. The chair in question was one he and the Phantom used frequently. Ikutachi particularly enjoyed it since it put Barbatos' cock at just the right angle and at just the right depth during sex. Ikutachi had lost count how many times he'd climaxed in that chair, and just the thought of the pleasure to come was enough to make him light-headed.
Ikutachi scooted to the edge of the bed, ready to climb atop Barbatos who'd taken a seat in the chair. But before his feet hit the floor, the Phantom stopped him.
"Stay there." Barbatos commanded.
Ikutachi froze, making no attempt to hide his confusion. He watched again in silence as Barbatos settled himself in the chair, loosening the strap of his pants and pulling out his pulsing rod. Ikutachi whimpered softly; the sight alone making his heart race and toes curl. He gave Barbatos a pleading look, immediately regretting his earlier behavior. He should've known better that to provoke the demon…
"You want this?" Barbatos asked teasingly, stroking his cock in silent invitation.
Ikutachi nodded quickly; too aroused to play coy. His cock was hard as well; proof of his desire leaking from the silky pink tip.
"I want to hear you say it. Say you want it."
Ikutachi licked his lips, suddenly afraid to speak for fear of what he might say. He was desperate; his body vibrating with the force of his need. If he opened his mouth, he'd likely end up begging shamelessly.
"I-I want it." Ikutachi replied breathlessly
Barbatos smiled triumphantly, increasing the speed of his stroke as he watched Ikutachi will lust-filled eyes. Ikutachi licked his lips again, imagining what the Phantom would taste like. He'd swallowed his lover's cum countless times, but at that precise moment, he couldn't recall its delectable flavor.
"You want a taste?" Barbatos asked, reading Ikutachi's mind.
Ikutachi's heart skittered through several beats; his breathing becoming more and more erratic by the second. He pictured the Phantom's cock deep in his mouth. Strong hands holding his head in place as the tip hit the back of his throat…
"Say it!"
"Y—" Ikutachi meant to say "yes," but the word came out in a strangled gasp. He couldn't take much more of the demon's torture. At this rate, he would cum before they even started.
Barbatos looked as impatient as Ikutachi felt; every gorgeous muscle in his body strained with effort to remain seated. It was obvious the Phantom wanted to take him, so what the hell was he waiting for?!
"Grab the pillows and stack them close to the end here." Barbatos commanded.
The tone of the Phantom's voice was unfamiliar. Somehow deeper… more savage. Under normal circumstance, Ikutachi would've bypassed this ridiculous game. He would have them finished with their first orgasm and well on the way to the second. But something in Barbatos' eyes gave him pause. This was no longer a game…
"That's it." Barbatos hummed, sitting up in his chair.
Ikutachi could feel the Phantom's eye on him. He could tell his lover was enjoying the view from his seat. He had a clear shot of Ikutachi's back side, and based on the heavy breathing going on behind him, Barbatos was close to his orgasm.
"Lay down and open your legs," Barbatos whispered hoarsely. "I want to see you properly."
Ikutachi did as he was told, propping himself up on the pillows so that he faced his lover; legs wide and cheeks flushed.
"I'm going to watch you to cum." Barbatos said, leaning back in his seat. "I'm going to watch and you're going to watch me. I want you to look into my eyes, Iku. I want you to see my love and my desire for you. Then there will be no question of where my heart lies."
Barbatos stared at him with such intensity that for the first time in the course of their relationship, Ikutachi was… embarrassed.
Sex was as natural as breathing for Ikutachi. It was second nature; an intrinsically beautiful part of life that he partook in often and with great enthusiasm. With the right partner, the pleasures were endless. And for Ikutachi, that "right" partner was Barbatos. They had no limits. No boundaries. Together they explored each other's fantasies, feeding off a need so insatiable that it consumed them both.
But in that moment. Laid bare before his lover's heated gaze. Ikutachi felt nervous and shy. He started to protest, but the Phantom never gave him the chance. Barbatos' eye flashed in warning as if silently saying, "Submit, or I'll make you."
Ikutachi wet the tips of his four fingers then rubbed the entrance of his tight pink hole. Barbatos shivered in his seat; his hand tightening around the base of his cock to keep from cumming. His brow furrowed in concentration, tiny beads of sweat rolling down his tense neck.
When Ikutachi's realization dawned, it brought with it an explosion of lust. Just the sight of him touching himself was enough to bring Barbatos to the edge of climax. And no matter how demanding or forceful Barbatos was being, it was Ikutachi who was truly in control.
The thought spurred Ikutachi on, restoring his shattered confidence. If his Phantom wanted a show then he would give him one to remember…
Ikutachi made sure to keep his eyes locked with his lover's hungry gaze. He slid one finger into his puckered entrance, letting his head loll back in silent ecstasy the deeper he went. Barbatos made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a growl, and although Ikutachi couldn't see his reaction, he had a feeling the expression was a mixture of sheer agony and pure, unbridled euphoria.
Ikutachi lifted his head, meeting Barbatos' burning gaze once more. There he saw love and longing; pain and raw need. The Phantom was fighting to keep his orgasm at bay, but Ikutachi was determined to see it explode. He wanted to see the Phantom's cum, thick and hot, spray from his cock and drip down his heaving chest.
Ikutachi slid in a second finger, taking hold of his length and stroking it in a slow steady rhythm. He was vocal with his pleasure, making sure Barbatos knew exactly how much he was enjoying it. He let his moans hang in the air as if they were an unspoken challenge for Barbatos to do better.
"Add another finger." Barbatos ordered in a strangled voice. "Let's see how many you can take."
Ikutachi would have laughed if he wasn't so dangerously close to climax himself. Whenever Barbatos prepared his body, they never made it to the third finger. The Phantom was always so impatient. Always so desperate to be inside of him. Ikutachi still couldn't believe the amount of restraint Barbatos was currently showing.
Ikutachi did as he was told, sliding in a third finger. He gasped softly, using all three fingers to rub the secret spot that lay deep within his hot, wet depths. It felt so good… Ikutachi's head fell back against the pillow; his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his skull.
"Look at me!" Barbatos shouted.
Ikutachi's head snapped up; his eyes locking with Barbatos' eyes just before the Phantom cried out in ecstasy. It was everything Ikutachi imagined it would be….
Barbatos arched in the chair; his head thrown back as his scream echoed through the room. Ikutachi watched in muted fascination, reveling in the Phantom's every convulsion. The sight of it pulled Ikutachi closer and closer to his own climax, and, in the end, it was the sight of Barbatos' cum dripping from the tip of his chin that sent Ikutachi over the edge.
If Ikutachi had enjoyed watching Barbatos cum, then there was no question the Phantom would enjoy watching him. He shouted Barbatos' name; the sound tearing from his throat at the peak of his climax. His orgasm seemed blissfully endless; wave after wave crashing into him until the whole of his world shattered into a trillion tiny pieces.
Ikutachi lay panting on the stack of pillows; his mind reeling from the force of his orgasm. He wanted to look up at Barbatos; see his lover's handsome satisfied face, but his head and neck simply wouldn't cooperate.
When the first kiss touched Ikutachi's skin, a wave of joy and utter happiness flooded his system. And when Barbatos' handsome face came into view just inches above his own, Ikutachi lifted up a trembling hand to cup his cheek.
"Did you enjoy my performance?" Ikutachi asked; his voice barely above a whisper.
"I did." Barbatos replied, feathering kisses across Ikutachi's brow and cheeks. "I wanted to touch you so bad. I kept imaging it was my fingers pleasuring you. And when you said my name…"
The Phantom groaned, sliding into Ikutachi's body without warning. Ikutachi moaned sweetly, loving the way Barbatos seemed to fill his every corner. As every considerate lover should, the Phantom gave Ikutachi a moment to let his body adjust to the unexpected invasion, but as patient as Barbatos was, even he couldn't wait forever.
It was slow and gentle at first. Like the gradual blossom of a flower in the Spring. But even as their passion grew, Ikutachi felt no pain. His pleasure always came before Barbatos' need, so when his second orgasm washed over him, Ikutachi wasn't surprised when the Phantom started working on the third immediately after.
They changed positions with flawless precision, their bodies moving in perfect unison as if locked in some erotic dance. Barbatos never missed a stroke, giving Ikutachi orgasm after orgasm in endless succession. At one point, Ikutachi thought it would never end. There was even a moment he believed he would die after all; drowned in sea of the Phantom's voracious desire.
"Say you love me," Barbatos whispered in Ikutachi's ear. "Let me hear you say it one more time."
"I love you."
Ikutachi repeated the words in between Barbatos' deepening strokes; muttering all manner of sweet confessions as the Phantom labored to reach his own climax. When it finally came, Barbatos buried himself to the hilt, cumming with such force that Ikutachi felt in depths of his core.
They lay silent for several minutes; huddled together as if the other were the very source of life. They were descending from the high of their love, using each other as a guide back to the safety of their corporal forms.
"Are you okay?" Barbatos asked, lifting himself up and nuzzling Ikutachi's nose with his.
"Mhmm." Ikutachi replied, pulling Barbatos back to the bed beside him and curling into his side. "Hold me."
Ikutachi was met with Phantom's throaty chuckle; familiar and soothing. It was the last thing he remembered before the sweet release of sleep took him.
~END~
