QUESTIONS: *wails* How did I manage to get myself into this mess ? *BEG* And, more important: How's Shidou gonna get out of it again...? *nyarharhar*
Disclaimer: "Mayonaka no Tantei" (i.e. "Night Walker") DOES NOT belong to me. T__T (Yet. But at least I have those two DVDs. . . ^^v)
WARNING!!!: a) This concerns a Relationship between two MALES. (And damn sexy ones at that!!) and b) This. Is. L-E-M-O-N !!! (And no, I do not mean the fruit!) *runs for cover*
Author's Note: My one request... If the urge to shoot, kill, maim or hurt me creeps up on you while you're reading this, please keep in mind: This *points to lemon* is a first for me! *dashes back into hiding*
For Once, Then, Somethingby Hotaru Muraki
"I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more to the depths—and then I lost it."
(Robert Frost, 1920)
~ Part Four: A Something White, Uncertain ~
The initial urgency of his kiss was, to my great surprise, matched by my own. What had that fiend done to me that made me react like that? What kind of dark sorcery, what spell had Cain used to ignite that...fire, this burning sensation in me? Wasn't he the enemy I had sworn to destroy? Or, more correctly, to conveniently just forget? And yet... Here I was, reacting to him exactly like I used to, long ago, back then...in Transylvania.
"Shidou... My darling Shidou... Don't you remember...?" Cain's voice was dark and deep, hypnotizingly seductive in its sultry purr. Somehow, he managed to make me open my mouth to him, accepting the warmth of his tongue with almost grateful delight. Was I slowly loosing my mind? Or... A horrifying thought struck me. Had I really...missed him? That much? Before I could ponder that any further, his tongue engaged mine in a torrid, almost violent duel for dominance. Guess who lost...
Cain's other hand had, by now, moved from my neck and come to rest on my thigh as well, my resistance somehow, miraculously, becoming nearly non-existent as our kiss continued. His groan of excited pleasure was echoed by one from somewhere deep, deep within me. That groan lengthened and intensified when his hand crept downward and started to almost-burn a bright, hot trail beneath my shirt from thigh to waist. When his hand travelled onward and made contact with my nipple, Cain pinched and rolled it roughly, turning it into a little, hard nub of flesh. Forgetting for the moment who exactly was laying siege to me, I arched upward into his caress.
"Why do you still resist me...? Don't you know that I do this out of love..." He always had been able to charm people using only his voice. I, sadly enough, was no exception, had no immunity from him – however much I would wish otherwise.
Trouble was, that by now, I really was starting to believe that thrice-damned bastard. I knew, I absolutely knew that come next morning, I would hate myself and quite thoroughly, too, for having given in to temptation so easily and readily but now... Right now... I hate to admit it, but... I don't think I could have cared less. Somehow, he had always been able to do...that to and with me.
Cain withdrew his tongue from the ravaged cavern of my mouth to trail its tip along my jaw. Shuddering slightly, I felt a thousand fires flame within me even as tiny shivers crept along my spine. I didn't know whether this happened because of what he was doing to me – or because of what I knew he was going to do to me. As his tongue laved against my ear, he sucked the lobe and nibbled it – roughly. I yelped, instinctively trying to escape that small pain. No such luck, however, as the one who called himself not only my sire but also my mate still remained lodged on top of me. And – I actually blushed upon that discovery – quite adamantly so.
With Cain still lying mostly on top of me and him being the heavier one of the two of us, all I could do was tilt my head away. Instantly I realized that I really, really shouldn't have done that. Why? Well...
"Mmmhmm...... Shidou......"
I forgot that this action on my part would only allow him better access to my neck. Only in hindsight did I remember that he had always had a special 'thing' for my neck. Cain, being the opportunistic hedonist that he was, used this opening immediately of course. The movement brought his pelvis hard against mine, giving further evidence of his arousal. I wonder if he noticed that I was as hard as he was. Knowing Cain, that surely was the case – but whether or when he would decide to do something about it or if he would do anything about it at all. . . . . I shuddered at the prospects of what my mind insisted on telling me was yet to come. Why...? Why was I so weak...? Why wasn't I strong enough to...push him away? To refuse him? Why did I allow him to continue like this!?
"Because you know that we belong together. We always have. And we always will..." And with that, Cain decisively moved to my neck, darting out his tongue to rasp over the main artery there. I squirmed, trying to push him off or at least get him away from there. I really, really did not want him there. ...Yet.
-----Wait a moment. . . Where had THAT come from... !?
I struggled to get away – at least as far as I could. Or, to be more truthful, as far as Cain would let me. This, as I should have guessed, was naturally just another turn-on for him. I grasped a handful of his wonderful gold-silken mane and tried to physically drag his head back to my mouth. The idea of the lesser of two evils—Oh hell! Who am I kidding!?
Cain complied, smirking somewhat smugly. Did I ever mention that I...hate him?
"Why, Shidou... I never thought you would be so...eager." That...tease!! How does he do it? How does he know so unerringly where and how to push and where to pull. Bastard!!
Cain's first kiss was hungry, ravenous, maybe even primal in its consuming urgency. The second was both different and similar. I felt a...need suffusing the air. Was it his? Or... Was it mine? All I knew at this moment was that suddenly, surprising to myself, I was caught up in this strange...mood. Or whatever 'this' was.
Although I would never ever tell Cain, right now, I wanted him with a passion that surely matched his own. I wanted him as I had wanted him...back then. Just as surely and as much as I craved sustenance or...what? What exactly was I really after? Surely all those passion-filled, heady nights, those seemingly endless trysts, the companionable afterglow of two lovers...was not what I was looking for? Or...maybe......it.........was? With a somewhat sinking feeling I realized that Cain might, just might have a point there. Yes, and there, too. The knowledge made my head swim. Then the last vestiges of rational sanity reared their head. I hated him, right? This – whatever 'this' was - could not be true! 'Then why do you keep on letting him do things like that?', a treacherous tiny voice whispered in my mind, just as my tongue reached out to touch Cain's in another passionate duel for dominance. I could feel the smooth enamel of Cain's canines as he grinned. Then he moved.
All sense of rational thought fled from me. One moment I was vaguely aware of thinking that surely my legs would buckle beneath me any second now – only to discover that I was already lying beneath Cain's sensual, aroused, male body. He always had had this talent of...making me feel like...like...I was...flying. . .
Gods, why does this always happen to me...?, I wailed silently. Cain, for once, didn't bother to answer. ...He was occupied differently right now. His hands peeled or, rather, ripped the shirt off my chest, too impatient to bother with all those tiny, encumbering buttons. And before the slight breeze from the half-open office-window could chill my skin, Cain was raining heated kisses and tiny, erotic nips and bites over it.
Needless to say I was way too far gone by this point to pay attention or even care about such absolutely irrelevant things like office windows, food or anything else. My fingers combed his hair with wilful abandon, my body trembling from his touch as time and again he returned to the depths of my mouth to re-establish his claim. And, shameful as it is for me to admit it, I wanted to provide him with as much pleasure as he gave me with such apparent ease. So...for starters, I ripped up his shirt in return.
Cain chuckled but before he could utter any more of his witty repartees, I nipped and laved at his shoulder – intending only to take revenge on him, of course. Instead, I found myself gaining unimaginably sensual delights from the muscular strength I discovered.
"Aaaah. . . . . Shi...dou. . ." Cain's voice was only a raspy, seductive purr now.
The sheer intensity of my need for him stunned me. I surely had never known such an aching, desperate...want when being with anyone else. . . Dimly, I was aware of the sound of ripping fabric as Cain feverishly tore away the shredded remains of my shirt to taste more of my naked flesh. I felt a shudder of desire rip through me as Cain's hands slipped beneath my upper body, kneading and massaging my flesh, sending my nerves on fire along the way.
Cain, however, wasn't satisfied with simply removing my shirt alone. After he had kissed and teased my neck some more – and undoubtedly given my the hickey of my life – he lowered me back onto the couch again. The he straddled me. And looked at me. Just looked. What was he thinking...?
I must have made some minute movement, because the next thing I knew was Cain standing up again. Mewling in protest, already half-lost in that haze he had brought me into, I reached out for him. I wanted to feel him again, to have him pressed against me, to have me---
Cain chuckled. He must have plucked the image of what I wanted him to do to, no, to do with me from the surface of my mind because he suddenly smirked even more...seductively than before. "Why, my darling Shidou... I never knew you to be so...eager, so...creative... But if you really want to..." And with an inhumanly swift move, my sire seized what was left of my clothing and ripped it off, not caring where bits and pieces of cloth might fall or what would happen to the fabric afterwards. This of course yanked me against his broad chest where I was enfolded in two strong, muscular arms. I was too dazed to mount much of a resistance, and what I did was more for show and decorum than anything else. Cain knew it as well as I did which he proved by avidly, hungrily kissing me once more.
By the time he propelled me backwards onto the couch again, I was rather unsuccessfully trying to convince myself that it was only a lack of oxygen and willpower that hindered me from moving away. All I could do was lay where he had put me and watch him divest himself of the finely tailored garments he wore. And then I saw how far the change I had perceived in him earlier really went.
Before I could do more than blink at him once or twice, Cain was moving towards me again. He was looking at me as if he wanted me to want what I was seeing. As if he wanted to show me that...what? He was beautiful? I already knew that. That he wanted me as much as I wanted him? That, too, I had been forced to admit already. What then was he trying to tell me with his eyes? That he literally came back for me? That he always would...? I didn't know whether to be frightened or elated at that. In fact, I didn't know anything anymore.
As he seductively crawled all over me, Cain bent his head and, after nipping softly at my earlobe, whispered, "Shidou... You think too much." Lick. "You..." Kiss. "...should..." Nip. "...really..." Kiss. "...just." Nip. "...feel." Bite!
The throaty groan that broke the silence of the office could not have come from me. Just as the soft, mewling sounds following could not be mine. And it could not be me who started to writhe under Cain as the older male began his devilish ministrations like a sculptor carving a statue from a block of marble.
"...oh, Shidou... When will you...finally stop lying...to yourself...?" Cain's voice was astonishingly patient, yet amused as always. And still he was continuing to drive me crazy with his hands roaming all over my body in ways that would make even Yayoi light up like a red lighthouse-beacon.
"....when...Aaaaah!....yoooouu...take me.......seriously," I managed to gasp out between his twirling my nipples into pebbles and his stroking my length to such a hardness it hurt.
A momentary lapse in movement made me look up at him. Cain watched me in a cat-ate-the-canary-and-polished-off-the-cream way. His smile was really, really starting to scare me...
"Oh...but I do intend to take you seriously!" He mock-assured me before simultaneously squeezing my erection and thrusting two fingers into a ring of muscle that was no longer used to such a treatment.
I did the only thing I could. I screamed.
And I screamed even louder as Cain started to move his fingers around, searching for...something. Unable to escape from his fingers, his wandering mouth or his waves of golden silk slithering over my heated body, I writhed and bucked under him as Cain added a third finger, widening and stretching my hole. At the same time he was again and again rubbing over the spot that made me see the sun even in the middle of the night. He did not allow me release, however, near though it was.
When he withdrew his fingers, I keened in loss of the sensation, grasping blindly for completion. Cain quieted me swiftly by sealing my mouth with his, at the same time lifting my trembling legs over his shoulders, positioning his cock at my waiting entrance. I whimpered mindlessly, too eager for fulfilment to care for anything beyond him and now, all but begging him to finally take me.
And take me he did.
With one strong push, Cain seated himself within me, filling me as only he and no-one else ever could. Then he started to move, slowly driving his erection in and out of the tight sheath that was my ass. And with each thrust home, Cain brushed and hit against my pleasure-spot until I saw stars, felt a monumental wave of... something dawning on the horizon of my awareness.
I arched up against him, levering myself on his shoulder. "Caaaaiiinn......"
While he continued to move and I continued to writhe, both of us caught in heated passion not felt for all too long a time, Cain's lips had meandered from ravishing my pliant mouth to nipping at my neck. And when I wantonly pressed up against him, all but yielding myself to his dominance, his fangs pierced the delicate skin over my aorta, ceding the life-giving fluid into his waiting mouth. He immediately started to draw my blood, all the while keeping up his relentless grinding rhythm.
The dual sensation of Cain sucking at my neck and driving his cock in and out of me were to much for me to bear any longer. With a long, shuddering wail I came hard and fast, Cain following soon after me. This was a release I had not known that I craved until I had savoured it.
Afterwards, we just lay there for a while, resting, recuperating from something I lack the words to describe in its entire complexity. Cain had enfolded me in his arms once more, gently cradling my yielding limbs against his larger frame, for once content to just...relax, drift slowly off into sleep. As for me...
...I was in heaven for I was complete once more.
To Be Concluded. . .
Author's Note: If anyone's interested – this was finished at exactly 23:59 (= 11:59 p.m.). Would that such handsome ghosts would haunt me in my house and not only in my head! ^.^v
Reply to reviews: Hope it was not too much? *hands around tissues* ....Or was it? ^.^
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