Jem here again! Can I just say that this chapter, in my opinion, is flawless. It is all Grey's, I just fixed the odd typo, because I read it through and I was going to add bits but then I just thought, 'Nope. This is perfect. I cannot change it.' I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!
I actually went back to reread some chapters after being detached from them for so long after finishing this chapter, and I actually became quite sad with how this story is progressing. LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL, GUYS! Sometimes I worry that people stopped reading this story because they started to get bored and think lowly of if, but if I ever met such people I would cut them. Seriously, how dare they not love this story? This is my baby, and ain't no one 'bout to diss my baby.
UPDATE NEXT MONDAY. I missed last Monday because I finished this chapter Tuesday, but I dislike the other days of the week to update, so I'm updating next Monday to keep the average of bi-weekly updates.
Ryo lost his footing, but did not entirely fall, clutching onto Kek's shirt. Kek's hands darted to his face, cradling his nose to make sure his face was still there, and also to assuage the pain.
"K-Kek, no . . ." Ryo still held onto Kek's shirt, the only thing he could trust to be solid in such a situation. When Ryo reached his tentative hands to cup Kek's face, the large man tried to swat him away again, only to fail when his arms passed through as though they were a hologram.
"Ah!" Kek screeched. Every time he passed by something, his nerves interpreted the sensation as that segment being chopped off or cut, even though the solid world could not feel him. By pain alone tears welled in his angry violet eyes, but Kek knew to stay strong.
Instead of collapsing on the floor and bellowing out his pain and sadness, Kek froze in unspeakable fear. In the passing seconds, Kek reached out a hand to hold Ryo, and for a moment it stayed. Ryo's own soft fingers gripped the bronze hand to make sure it was still there, and kept it tightly latched to his own. The two stayed like that, grateful to feel the other's soft touch, until Ryo squeezed a little too hard and felt his fingers slip through Kek's.
The blond pulled his hand away hastily, but desired more touch. He wanted to touch Ryo more. He wanted to hold Ryo. He wanted to love Ryo. He wanted to be human enough to do all those things, but he was not real. However much he wanted to think he could feel and love, Kek consisted of nothing more than shadow matter. Shadows could never and should never be tangible and existent, but Kek needed to prove the shadows wrong.
Kek smashed or thrashed whatever he saw. A lamp shattered on the floor. A wooden stand splintered in two. Mostly his arms and legs just slipped past everything. His rage never fully blinded him, but he also could not see the situation clearly. Nothing positive could be seen in the foreseeable future, so he chose to stop looking. The wild man needed a way to vent and feel solid, but he broke something only half the time he went for strikes, the other half being when he went intangible but still felt the pain from his failed strikes.
Ryo watched with his eyes already blurred, prepared to join Kek in the smash fest. The furniture did not matter to him in the slightest, not in comparison to Kek, and the only action that felt fair was to let Kek vent. Had Ryo any less control, he would have acted on his fury more than his despondency. Ryo wanted to laugh at how many others would be afraid or intimidated by such a ruthless man, but the fact that Kek literally lacked the physical ability to hurt him provided no solace.
Unlike Kek, who wanted to repress his sadness, Ryo openly showed the emotion. Every tear that leaked from his eyes represented their time spent together, passing away and falling to the ground with a shatter. The two shared the same three emotions - fear, anger, and sadness - but Kek only expressed how livid he was at the situation enough for both males by constant seething and thrashing around, and Ryo only expressed how heartbroken he was at the situation enough for both males by the incessant tears that could not be stopped.
Neither expressed their fear.
Anyone looking on at the scene would probably assume both were madmen, and that would be a very true thought. One acted out his feelings of confusion too strongly, and the other stood in dejected understanding; they were perfect madmen when together. A bitter laugh escaped Ryo's lips, and Kek stopped his activities to laugh with him. The sound chilled the air.
Noticing that Kek assuaged his temper slightly, Ryo approached him with all the ease and assurance he could. Neither wanted to look each other in the eye, so Ryo only went as far as wrapping his arms around Kek from behind. The action alone halted Kek, and neither entirely knew how or what to feel. Despite passing through before, Kek remained solid enough to hold, and Ryo noted with a lifted heart that even when he was intangible, his presence had been warm.
"I've never experienced shade that was warmer than the spots in the open sun."
Pale arms dropped from Kek's body. The large man turned around, not letting Ryo stop so soon. His own bronze arms coiled a bit lower than Ryo's shoulders, and he appreciated the warmth Ryo emitted despite his snowy appearance. "You better explain what you meant," Kek grumbled into their embrace.
Ryo smiled, wrapping his arms willingly around Kek's neck. "I'm just saying that you're still here. You aren't the shadows if shadows are cold and lifeless. Even now, despite it all, I feel your heartbeat sync with mine as our chests touch."
Kek's chest gave in a little, but both were careful in how they held each other, so Ryo did not fall past him. The headache in the back of Ryo's mind flickered, but he noticed Kek remained more solid the more his head hurt. The smaller male waited a moment for the pain to increase before lifting himself on his toes for a hard kiss. Ryo planted himself carefully, gentle so that Kek would not fall, and cautious to not lean in much in case his shadow magic flickered out.
Kek disregarded all of his prior rage and turmoil when he felt Ryo's lips finally touch his own. The blond never understood the significance of the action, unused to physical interaction that did not revolve around pain. Kek took a few extra moments to settle into the unfamiliar feeling, but he interpreted and welcomed the touch as a form of intimacy he so desperately needed. For the moments that passed during the kiss, neither knew sadness, pain, anger, or even fear. The only emotion that ruined the otherwise perfect moment was the bitterness that they could not keep going forever.
Ryo focused on Kek. From the way the blond moaned to the way he smelled, Ryo dedicated each gesture with extensive precision. The harder Ryo focused on all the sounds and actions Kek embodied, the more strain it caused on Ryo's mind, but it dulled when he touched Kek more. Sloppy, hard kisses morphed into ones of longing and passion. Occasionally Kek would separate for air, but Ryo felt as though every moment not embracing Kek fully was wasted.
Ryo traced his hands down, noticing for the first time how much pleasure he received just touching Kek. Ryo smiled into their kiss when he heard a distinct gasp from Kek as he slid his hands all over Kek's back beneath the black shirt. In all reality Ryo dominated the two because Kek never experienced such pleasure. Ryo slid his tongue over Kek's full lips, but the blond never opened his mouth. Need swelled beneath both their pants, so Ryo decided to take further change.
The smaller male stood on flat feet, breaking the relentless kisses. Pale hands barely clutched onto the scarred back, and maroon eyes avoided violet ones. "I'm being selfish, Kek," Ryo murmured with his eyes cast low. "I . . . What do you want to do? If this is . . . If this is your last night here."
Kek scrunched his blond eyebrows. Despite the dark expression, his body moved in easing, caring gestures. "If this is my last fucking night here, then I'm going to do what I'll never be able to do in those damn shadows." The tone came across as hard and annoyed, but the kiss that followed was everything but, soft and doting.
The gentle kiss distracted Ryo, and after a moment, Kek's face slipped once more, but barely so. Pain shot through Kek's lips for a moment, but he refused to show it. Again Ryo's tongue darted out, but then Kek graciously accepted the wet muscle. Every new action of intimacy vibrated throughout their bodies, feeding their need for more.
"I want us to feel, Kek," Ryo mumbled as he separated his lips from Kek's for air. The pale hands escaped from beneath the dark shirt, and settled over bronze fingers. They grabbed them hesitantly, slowly making sure that the dark hands were real, before Ryo nodded and began walking backward. "We should continue on a bed."
Kek made no protests as Ryo walked to the bedroom. For how rushed and fast-paced their small romping was in the living room, they took slow, easeful steps to the room. Ryo only turned around when the bed was directly behind him, and sat down facing Kek. His weaker arms tugged at Kek's stronger ones, and Kek leaned in obediently.
Again their lips locked onto each others. Kek gripped a handful of Ryo's long white hair, placing a firm hand behind Ryo's head, and pushed further. Ryo felt the tug at the back of his head from Kek, but actually appreciated it as a means to ignore the tug at the back of his mind. Kek consumed all of Ryo's attention, and thankfully that helped solidify Kek. So much solid and intangible weight focused on Ryo's head, he lost the will to support himself.
The smaller male laid himself on the sheets beneath him, wrapping his legs around Kek's waist while his arms wrapped around his neck. Ryo still dominated the situation by his slow grinds against Kek, and Kek moaned with every new sensation. Everything excited Kek as much as they confused him, but not once did he break away. Since the dark being had no prior knowledge of what is "prideful" and "shameful" during intimacy, he openly showed his emotions of pleasure and need.
Not that either one depended on the sounds to know it felt good. The bulge in Kek's pants explained enough to Ryo, and Kek figured out Ryo felt nice by the way his eyes lit with every touch.
Ryo wanted to touch so much more. As much as it pained him, Ryo broke the kisses to maneuver off Kek's shirt. Kek growled when his lips became unoccupied and his body became cold, but especially when he noticed Ryo not removing his own shirt. Not gentle like his lover, Kek tore open Ryo's shirt and instantly roamed all over the exposed pale chest.
Kek's infamously long tongue escaped its prison to dance all over the open skin. Though the action was sloppy and inexperienced, Ryo flushed with pleasure as the tongue traced his nipples. Dark hands also ravaged the pallid flesh, nipping at the pink nipples when the tongue was occupied elsewhere, or grazing long nails over the sensitive skin for those small sensations. Ryo's moans echoed softly in almost a hum, but he wanted even more feelings from the wicked man towering over him.
They panted after they parted. Their eyes met once more, and they spoke all that their mouths and bodies could not.
"How much of this do you understand?" Ryo asked when he caught his breath, hands tangled in Kek's blond mane.
"Enough," Kek answered firmly. His face was flushed, and his tongue hung out when he was not speaking. "This is you and me, right?"
A tear fell down Ryo's face. Kek's honesty both lifted and deflated Ryo's mood, and the pale male could not distinguish if the tear came from pride or disappointment.
"That's exactly what this is." Ryo smiled, and leaned up to kiss Kek on his forehead. "You and me."
"Yeah." Kek smiled back, not a smirk or sadistic grin, but a real, genuine smile. Despite himself, Kek wiped away the tear before turning his gaze away from Ryo. "You should still lead. I don't . . . I really have no idea how to do this."
The white-haired male untangled his fingers from the blond mane, putting his hands behind him to grab the sheets and slid away. "Heh, I guess I can. For an amateur, you were doing pretty well." Ryo backed away far enough so that he could sit down, but beckoned Kek closer with a taunting finger.
Kek crawled on the bed, hovering over Ryo while they continued a tongue-filled kiss. The monstrous man's devilish tongue swished around and explored every crevice while Ryo allowed the ravaging. While the blond was distracted, Ryo flipped them over so that he sprawled over Kek, bare chests touching. Kek vocalized no complaints, partially because his mouth occupied itself with other utterances, when Ryo broke the kiss and trailed his mouth down Kek's body.
Ryo latched his lips onto a tender spot on Kek's neck, sucking and nipping until he saw the blatant hickey. Ryo wanted proof that he touched Kek, claimed him before the shadows, and the love bite could prove to the shadows that only one person possessed Kek in body and soul. Kek, oblivious to such a form of ownership, only noticed Ryo hesitating to continue, and growled.
Ryo chuckled to himself, and kissed onward. The natural darkness to Kek's complexion made adding more marks difficult, but Ryo carried on. Even if the nips and licks would not show, Ryo's authority appeared by Kek's gasps and moans. Vibrations reached Ryo from beneath Kek's chest and throat from when Kek moaned, and that alone gave Ryo all the physical proof he needed to claim Kek's body.
Kek glared behind half-lidded eyes. Though he lacked sexual knowledge, Kek knew that Ryo was asserting dominance instead of going further by the familiar look in his eyes. Kek barely felt real under Ryo's expert touch, pleasure melting him into the sheets. Moans escaped his mouth like prisoners with open jail cells, but the moans did not feel quite real.
Ryo held back, and Kek could tell. The blond wanted every blissful sensation Ryo could offer, and wanted to return that bliss. Instead of meek gasps, Kek wanted his throat raw as he screamed and groaned in an unthinking mess of pleasure.
Ryo ceased all movements in an instance. The smaller male sat on Kek's pelvis lightly, hands at the hem of his dark pants, and eyes asking for approval. "Here's where you want it?" Ryo asked, slipping one hand under the pants to stroke the blatant erection.
Kek jerked his full body up. Violet eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. Kek unleashed an earth-shattering groan, and he felt the straining erection pleading even harder for more touches. "Again. I need it, Ryo!"
Ryo pressed a finger to Kek's lips, shushing him from more pleading before he kissed him again, grinding even more against Kek. Ryo needed touches as much as Kek, but his focus remained on the blond beneath him. The kiss broke, and with hasty hands Ryo slipped away the last of Kek's constraining clothes to the floor.
Ryo was already desensitized to Kek's naked form, but none of those earlier sights compared to the spectacle beneath him. Before, Kek and Ryo remained limp and innocent to sexual desire. Gazing at the fullness of the apparent arousal watered Ryo's mouth. Touch aroused Ryo, but seeing the thriving manhood inspired him to do more for his lover than he intended.
As Kek desired, Ryo palmed the leaking head. The wild man thrashed under the pale hand. Nothing could ease the immense pleasure, yet Kek bit his bottom lip and gripped the sheets in a vain effort to stay in control of himself.
Ryo licked his lips and smirked at his handiwork. The tantalizing erection beckoned Ryo for more, and he had no qualms with giving into it.
Kek screeched when Ryo's mouth engulfed half of him at once. Powerful fingers tore the worn sheets beneath him only to let go entirely. Kek wanted to lean forward and shove Ryo down his entire shaft, but he did the opposite by raising his hips into the air. Ryo expected and accommodated such a reaction. Though his mouth remained full with over half of the thick, pulsing erection, one hand rubbed the rest of the shaft while the other hand massaged the balls.
Feeling drove both males. Ryo did not relish the taste of another man on his tongue, but he did revel in knowing that the man in question was his love. Hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, touching Kek gave incentive to continue more than having his own physical gratification. Ryo had briefly experienced the horror of not being able to feel Kek; he would not miss the opportunity to embrace his love as much as he could before he would have to fade forever. Ryo agreed to help Kek experience the entire world, and he would condense all the world's joys into just their two bodies.
Feelings drove Kek less selfishly than Ryo. Time in shadows passed in seconds, and each second functioned as an eternity. Eternity without sound, colors, and physical sensation instilled the desperation for all of those things in a way he had yet noticed until he reverted back to a world without feeling. Listening to the loud heartbeats as both males grew more excited, watching his breathtaking lover's hair sway and twist while he gave ultimate pleasure, breathing in the scent of their sweat together, remember the taste of sweet meat and candy from his lover's mouth, receiving the ultimate physical gratification from someone so beloved . . . Kek never appreciated any of those things before being sent to the shadows, and would never appreciate them again. The emptiness soon to happen drove Kek's desire for fullness.
Suddenly Ryo stopped. Pale pink lips popped away from Kek's penis. White hairs dangled all over Ryo's face in knots and tangles, so he flipped the hair back, tucking some behind his ears, to flash Kek another unhidden smile. "Don't you dare make that pouty face at me, Kek."
Kek growled in response, missing the encompassing warmth. "Don't you dare suddenly stop!" Kek briefly flashed a genuine, pleading pout, but reverted back to his hard glare when Ryo laugh at him.
"Shh, shh," cooed Ryo as he stroked Kek with his hands. "I want you to feel even more than that. I want you to feel me." Ryo sucked in the cold air, running a finger over his tangled mess of white locks. Though removing his hand from Kek annoyed Ryo almost as much as the blond, Ryo stood and rushed to his nearby nightstand.
"What the hell are you doing now? I felt you fine before!"
Ryo briefly turned his head to look at Kek, who propped himself on his elbows trying to get a better look at Ryo, to see him flushed in a cross between sexual arousal and anger. The sight motivated Ryo to hurry his scavenging. Ryo could smell of steam coming from Kek as he waited, and thankfully Ryo found the small bottle hidden under the mess of cards and figurines in the drawer.
"Ryo." The name meant to come off as threatening, but the soft pleading tone undermined the intended harshness.
"I understand, Kek." Ryo sat on the bed once again, leaning over Kek with the bottle in hand. "I'll make you feel everything tonight." The promise was sealed with a kiss on the lips.
The smaller male adjusted his body over Kek's once again. The painful constraining pants dropped with a swoosh before Ryo kicked them on the floor as well. The cool air bit some of the life out of Ryo's erection, but not noticeably so, especially when he carefully rubbed his and Kek's together in a smooth motion. Being the first time Ryo dared to please that part of himself in months, he threw his head back to the side with a raw moan.
Kek's control went to the wind as well. Though the physical wow by the gentle rubbing technically lacked, admiring Ryo had its own charm. White hair fell over a shoulder like a messy blizzard, pallid skin remained a pure canvas save for the few spots Kek had painted, and wise brown eyes shone half-lidded with lust. Kek wanted to reach up and hold Ryo in a tight, warm embrace, but did not trust his damn arms enough to bother.
Ryo controlled Kek's physical form, so Kek avoid moving any part of himself lacking Ryo's attention. So long as he did not use the parts of his body fading in and out, he would not notice them disappearing, and that kept his mind at ease when aiming for ultimate sensation elsewhere.
"You sure you don't want to try leading?" Ryo winked at Kek when he slipped his body a few inches away. A grunt met Ryo's ears in reply. "That's okay then. Leave it to me."
The curious and confused gaze in Kek's eyes remained throughout Ryo's unusual display. The small bottle Ryo searched for finally provided purpose as much of its contents oozed onto Ryo's left palm and fingers. The clear liquid slid a bit over the relatively small hand, but Ryo remained careful to keep most of it guided to his lower body.
Ryo's left arm reached behind his body so Kek remained oblivious to Ryo's activities. A few bent knuckles could be seen from under Ryo's manhood, and Kek gasped. One finger vaguely moved within vision in and out of Ryo, but Kek continued counting as two then three thrust and stretched Ryo's inside. Nothing clicked in the virginal blond's head, but the expressions contorting over Ryo's face implied a cross between pain and relief.
"H-hey . . ." Kek lacked formal training in comforting people, but instinct kicked in and his hand entwined with Ryo's available fingers. The solidified touch remained unspoken but appreciated, and Ryo squeezed back with gratitude.
Kek shut his eyes to catch his breath, then hissed when a sudden chill slid down his erection. The fingers Ryo used on himself massaged the generous coat of the cool liquid over the sensitive area, but Kek made no complaints while feeling his lover's warm hand expertly rubbing him.
A ruby-brown lip twitched when action stopped for a moment. Ryo scooted his body up and lifted so that his slicked crack slid against Kek's pulsating penis. When Ryo unexpectedly dropped himself down so that the head squeezed into Ryo's tight entrance, Kek gnawed down on his lower lip lest his moaning make his lover deaf.
The drops down allowed Kek further in Ryo with continuous and steady centimeters at a time. Slicked and prepped, Ryo remained neutral during the tedious adjustment time, but Kek curled his body to contain his need to thrust. Ryo's inner walls had remained virginal and tight his entire life, and the heat inside surpassed anywhere else. The pleasure wrapped down Kek's entire shaft, and Ryo gave silent thanks that he was able to fit every inch inside comfortably.
Then every inch but the head came out only to slam back in. Kek arched his back. Blond hairs damp with sweat stuck to the frame of his face and in a wild fan over the pillow beneath. Normally bronze cheeks tinted coral. A long pink tongue hung out openly as moans flew out. Up, down, up, down repetition enthralled Kek instead of boring him. Tightness, heat, in, out, thrust. Kek wanted to help Ryo by pumping him, but a pale hand already matched their rhythm, so Kek just continued to grinds his hips into Ryo.
Ryo lost control of the situation when, instead of guiding Kek carefully inside, the blond set a faster rhythm. Fast sex never appealed to Ryo, but the situation demanded the hard and desperate pace. Slow and steady during all the foreplay was necessary when trying to learn each other's bodies, but they needed to let go of thought for a moment and let physical touch engrave into their memory.
Ryo did not expect letting an amateur take control would work for a first time, but Kek shot himself up in an angle Ryo would not have tried, hitting a bundle of nerves that made Ryo's mind blank.
In that moment, Kek also went blank, and Ryo experienced a phantom sensation of having something consuming his lower entrance without any touch. Kek still felt tightness, but none of Ryo's endearing coziness. A moment passed for Ryo to regain his thoughts, and instead of allowing his mind to blank when pleasure dominated his consciousness, he amplified concentration on Kek's form and tangibility. Any pleasure he felt reflected back to Kek.
Contentment, and pleasure, and bliss, and euphoria traveled through Kek's nervous system at typically impossible human doses. Kek hit the spot that helped Ryo, and received all his lover's pleasure with his own.
Gasps, gasps, moans, groans, pants, gasps.
The sensation of being consumed by desire and passion. The sensation of sloppy slick smooches. The sensation of pounding into a bare body.
Kek orgasmed into Ryo with his full load, but continued to move inside his lover.
The sound of satisfaction in the room.
Gasps, gasps, moans, groans, pants, gasps.
The sensation of being ravaged by desire and passion. The sensation of sloppy slick smooches. The sensation releasing with a bare body.
Ryo released his load over Kek's form, but it landed on the bedsheets
The sound of completion.
Sensation of fading away. Sensation of phantom touches. Sensation of no more sensation.
The sound of desperation.
Sounds existed because feeling left.
A part of me likes the double digits, another side misses the odd numbers. Next chapter is a odd AND prime number, so that's exciting for me.
Did you know This story sometimes makes me so sad I have to think about the insignificant little things to make me happy?
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS!