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Upon a Moonlit Night Part 12


His heart was pounding; it felt like it was trying to burst forth from his chest. He was light-headed, dizzy with feeling. There was a stirring just below his gut and between his legs, not to mention an increase in temperature. He was growing hot down there, and fast. It was a new sensation for him, but he didn't want it to end. Warm breath moistened his skin as it trailed over his body, pausing once or twice to gently touch a spot that would trigger a gasping moan. Slim fingers sought that wild long hair; the fine strands falling through his hands like liquid. He grasped it, and embraced the other closely.

Rough hands, with callused palms, held him tight. Words were murmured, but he couldn't tell what they were; he just concentrated on the low purring sound in the other's voice. He liked the way it rumbled deep in the other's chest; its husky tone was enough to make his head swim. The hands began to move, sliding over slick skin; one heading lower, down his belly. A hot, wet kiss was placed on his chest as he was gripped. Blue-green eyes finally opened to gaze down his partner. Deep, liquid eyes, one red the other gold, stared back intensely before Ky broke away with a shuddering moan. The pace had picked up; he could feel the stirring below his gut build.

More kisses were dabbled across his chest, moving up his neck. His thoughts were fleeting; he was so drunk with passion. Feeling good was the only thing that mattered; he concentrated on that building warmth between his thighs and the pulsing thump of being stroked incredibly hard. Another kiss was placed along his neck, but it stayed there, sucking passionately. The pressure was still climbing, and he wanted to urge the other to go faster; his hips rocking with motion. He was close; he craved feeling that wave of pleasure, the rush of release.

Then there was pain; sharp pain that drove like spikes into his neck, immediately shaking him from his lust-filled stupor. He was being bitten, and hard. He could feel the fresh liquid dribble down his throat and across his chest; it felt chill against his heated flesh. Ky opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. He struggled against the other, trying to tear him off, but he felt weak. The other was too heavy, too strong, and it felt like all his strength was being sucked out with his blood. Slowly, he drifted; floating as if weightless; tottering from side to side as if caught on a breeze. He was light-headed again and the world was begining to fade away.

Ky woke with a start, heart beating hard. He took a deep breath; the air smelled damp. Sounds began to come in, their volume increasing the more he woke up. His hand reached up to graze his neck; there was no blood, no bite. It felt so real though... His mind drifted to the sensation of fingers and lips savoring his skin. To be touched like that...The thought made him shiver and tense. Calming himself, Ky began to look around. The first thing the blond noticed was that he was in the woods near a tiny brook. It was late, the last of the sun's streaming orange rays were streaking through the tree trunks. The temperature was maybe a few degree cooler, but still fairly warm.

It was then, Ky noticed, that he was shirtless. Shock initially tore at him, until he located his discarded articles of clothing nearby. He reached for them when something else caught his eye. Fuuraiken lay amid the forest floor, as if unwontedly discarded. She looked dull, as if her spark had been stolen. Ky grabbed his shirt and shoulder cape, still eyeing his sword.

He didn't really know much about his weapon. Master Kliff, current head of the Order, bestowed it upon him not long ago, just before he was given his first command. He was told it was a special weapon, crafted specifically for combating Gears, a fact backed by the many fights he had endured. Fuuraiken was a mysterious object, that much Ky knew. It was no ordinary sword. He picked it up and ran his hand along the length of the blade, noting the faint tremor of magic within. Always, Fuuraiken felt charged, alive; but now... Ky made a slice thru the air. There was a very small cackling spark that sprung from the guard. Something was definitely amiss.

What was even stranger was the fact that he was alone. Ky circled the area, but saw no sign of Sol Badguy. He squinted into the darkness that was slowly creeping in, but still did not spot anything. He was alone again.

He didn't know whether to be upset or frightened.

The blond didn't like the notion of being by himself again; he was still uneasy. If Gears were to attack again, the odds were not in his favor. He swallowed hard, gripping Fuuraiken tighter. For Sol to just leave him here…it made his ears burn. While it was true they didn't like each other, Ky couldn't help but depend on him. Especially now. The American was the only one who had trailed the Gears and found him. He could have left him in the cell but didn't. That had to mean something. And he was making efforts to lead them back, but to exactly where, Ky couldn't be certain. Initially, he had assumed they would head back to their camp, but the heading was off, or so he thought. They were heading east for the most part, presumably back into Order territory, but after almost two days of traveling, there was nothing that looked familiar.

Which raised the question of exactly how far out were they. Ky had assumed that the attack and when he woken up were the same day, but what if they weren't? Gears could travel long distances very quickly, so it was probable that there was a great deal of distance between the Gear dwelling and the Order camps. That would at least explain the long traveling period.

A low wind began to blow as the last of the sun's rays shrunk from sight. It was much darker under the canopy of branches than it would be out in a field. Again, the French Knight scanned the premises. While it didn't make much sense for the other to save him and bring him back only to abandon him, Ky didn't put it out of his mind. He wanted to believe that Sol was that type of person. He was, had always been, selfish, so why should Ky expect any less? This thought caused a sinking feeling within his chest. It made his heart feel heavy. Plopping down, the Commander set his sword aside and waited to see if the other would return.