To speed up the updating process, I posted chapters 44-51 in one chapter.
It's longer, but most of these replies are short anyway. Enjoy..
Chapter Forty-four: To make him understand
Atop the trembling boy, he continued his attack, hands now running the length of his partner's injured body. He was sure Kyou wanted anything but this now, and yet knew that any teenager's mind had trouble stopping something they secretly wanted so bad. And, with this as motive, Yuki drew at the strings of the neko's clothing, reminiscent of the previous incident in a hospital room.
The constricting gown fell limp, and he gently tugged it from under his 'victim' to expose the sweat-drenched flesh. He, inch by inch, dragged it off his injured cousin until the other was completely revealed. Drawing in the sight of Kyou's naked form, Yuki began to explore, planting soft kisses down his throat, over the collarbone, and down his firm chest. His hands roughly kneaded and rubbed at the neko's sides, moving lower to his hips. Yuki had positioned himself between the other's legs, and now sought to take advantage of such a location. The shounen seemed limp beneath him, so he took the opportunity to force the neko's arms to wrap around him, with no resistance. Again he plunged into the feline-boy's mouth, now reassuring himself by the way he was superficially held by the other. It seemed appropriate to reply at this point.
"Because, you're the only one who calls me kuso-nezumi. You're the only one to treat me like a real person, not some prince trapped on a pedestal above all the normal people. Even when you hate me, it is better than admiring me." Kissing the neko again, he laughed a little, "it seems ironic, doesn't it? 'Love me but don't admire me'" He paused, laying on Kyou's chest, breathing in the scent deeply. "But Kyou, you have to believe me."
Chapter Fourty-five:
It was kinda funny, how his worst enemy was doing very sexual things to him, and he could do nothing. Where did he ever learn about such things anyway? I mean, no one could be so good at these things with little to no practice... Kyou was tempted to slap himself for thinking anything of the other's advances; why did he just say that they were good? Was he going crazy? It wasn't supposed to be pleasurful, if anything, he was supposed to hate every minute, and every second of this blissful torture.
Again he wanted to slap himself. Blissful? He really was going crazy! Maybe he hit his head a little too hard when he fell, and that was what was making him think such un-Kyoulike things... It really was a bitch! He hated feeling so good after Yuki kissed him, he hated the way his blood rushed to his groin after every carress. He hated giving Yuki the hardened proof that he was enjoying being raped! And he hated having to bite back the mews that rose in his throat.
Why was his mind doing this to him? Oh well, he wouldn't give Yuki the satisfaction of even the slightest moan; that would be admitting defeat. And the battle had barely begun...
Chapter Forty-six: Decision
Holding himself over the redhead, so he was able to fully see the boy beneath him, Yuki simply stared in confusion; Kyou so easily relented to the nezumi's advances. If there was a way to convince him, Yuki wanted to know, but forcing the other was starting to make him feel uneasy. He gently kissed Kyou's collarbone, and tightened his grip on his prey's muscular body. Though the neko did not seem to be enjoying it, he was not resisting either. The only way to discover his preference was to offer a choice.
He snaked down the other's slim torso until his breath softly fell upon the teen's limp member. Exhaling heavily, Yuki ran his tongue along the shaft until the boy beneath him began to involuntarily quiver. He immediately stopped, and whispered to Kyou, "As I see it, you have two choices Kyou. The first is to let me continue, and I could make you cry with pleasure. Or I'll leave, and this will never happen again. Which would you prefer?ยจ To heighten the effect, he took Kyou completely into his mouth and greedily sucked at the rapidly engorging flesh. Only someone as stupid as the neko would refuse.
Chapter Fourty-seven:
He gasped at the nezuki's advances, he had never felt anything like that before in his life, and his eyes widened even more so every time that mouse tongue slid across the underside of his hardening arousal. `Damn that stupid mouse!` He cursed internally, knowing that he should stop this, but not wanting to in the slightest.
He grunted in reply, arching his hips into the other's mouth weakly. All that mattered now, was the magic that was happening between his widespread legs, and he would sacrifice his pride for that any day. `I really hate you for making me feel so good. I hate you for doing this to me. And I hate you even more for making me unable to refuse...` But those curses went unspoken as he quivered on the bed, a gasp escaping his wide lips.
Chapter Forty-eight:
It was the most astounding sensation, to hear Kyou moaning beneath him. But he couldn't help worrying that it was too forced. Even though Yuki had given his cousin the option with the hope of compliance, he had really expected rejection. However, this was no time for shock, or to sulk about what the neko might truly be thinking. He knew he must seize the opportunity that may be his last. Thrusting his head forward, Yuki continued with all his effort, becoming more aroused than he anticipated. He began to grind his own manhood into the stiff matrress, aware that Kyou was unlikely to touch him in any way.
When Kyou finally released, many gasping minutes later, Yuki knew he needed more, even if this was a public institution. Tearing off his own thin garments, the nezumi slid up his panting koi, rubbing their sensitive flesh together as he captures the other's lips. The neko had no possibility of escape with such a worked-up partner.
Chapter Forty-nine:
It was one thing, being sucked off, and having the most amazing orgasm of his life; but it was quite another, to be grinding against another penis, and a rock hard one no doubt. There was no escaping it this time, no pretending that it wasn't Yuki in the hospital bed with him, no pretending that it wasn't a man that brought him to the end and back. He could feel every tight muscle beneath that paper thin, silky skin, and every cell screamed out domination; most definitely Yuki. The damn rat was even larger than the neko, so much so that Kyou didn't even have to look down to notice; Yuki was probably more than an inch and a half longer, and he most likely knew that. Probably gonna rub it into Kyou's face later too.
However, it was Yuki that wanted it this badly, it was Yuki that fought for Kyou's body. It was Yuki that declared he loved the neko, be it true or false. And it was Yuki who coaxed his hard on back to life, barely moments after it seemed to explode. That was the worst part of it, that he didn't want to stop the pleasure, even though his mind kept on reminding him who this was... he wanted it, in a twisted sort of way.
Chapter FIFTY?!: (Wow, in only two months..)
With every passing minute that Kyou complied, every time he thought he felt the neko's hips arch upward, Yuki became more confidant. His cousin didn't even seem to mind being on the bottom. One would think that with such an aggressive personality, Kyou would be fighting every second of it for dominance. But the subtle submission was unbelievably arousing. Yuki kissed him deeper, his hands groping every inch of the teen and forcing the wide, muscular hips against him harder than before. The pressure building inside his erection was almost unbearable, and the nezumi had to fight the urge to stroke himself. This was no way to reach release. Working up all the courage he had, Yuki had one thing to request of the boy beneath him.
"Kyou, I know I must be asking a lot of you right now, but.... I really need what you just reached." He began to flush crimson, stammering out the rest, "You don't need to have it in your mouth or anything, just don't make me do it to myself...."
Chapter Fifty-one:
He could already feel his tired member stiffening as they ground together even harder, although he couldn't believe that his body was knowingly becoming aroused yet again; the thought was kinda disgusting. But of all things for the stupid rat to ask for, of all the times... it was infuriating! Here Yuki was, trying to rape him, and yet he was asking for Kyou to do something to him! To comply! The mouse was making it out to be a two-way thing, like they were lovers or something!
Kyou's brain was close to screaming! But his brain was currently in his crotch, so it couldn't exactly do that. Attempting to take a hold of the situation, he stilled himself on the bed, giving the most serious expression he could muster in his heated state, and began. " Try making me." It was both a threat and a challenge, and the neko knew that in this state, Yuki would likely take the bait. At least that way, he had done something to show that this wasn't what his forward cousin was thinking of it, it was way different.
Chapter Forty-four: To make him understand
Atop the trembling boy, he continued his attack, hands now running the length of his partner's injured body. He was sure Kyou wanted anything but this now, and yet knew that any teenager's mind had trouble stopping something they secretly wanted so bad. And, with this as motive, Yuki drew at the strings of the neko's clothing, reminiscent of the previous incident in a hospital room.
The constricting gown fell limp, and he gently tugged it from under his 'victim' to expose the sweat-drenched flesh. He, inch by inch, dragged it off his injured cousin until the other was completely revealed. Drawing in the sight of Kyou's naked form, Yuki began to explore, planting soft kisses down his throat, over the collarbone, and down his firm chest. His hands roughly kneaded and rubbed at the neko's sides, moving lower to his hips. Yuki had positioned himself between the other's legs, and now sought to take advantage of such a location. The shounen seemed limp beneath him, so he took the opportunity to force the neko's arms to wrap around him, with no resistance. Again he plunged into the feline-boy's mouth, now reassuring himself by the way he was superficially held by the other. It seemed appropriate to reply at this point.
"Because, you're the only one who calls me kuso-nezumi. You're the only one to treat me like a real person, not some prince trapped on a pedestal above all the normal people. Even when you hate me, it is better than admiring me." Kissing the neko again, he laughed a little, "it seems ironic, doesn't it? 'Love me but don't admire me'" He paused, laying on Kyou's chest, breathing in the scent deeply. "But Kyou, you have to believe me."
Chapter Fourty-five:
It was kinda funny, how his worst enemy was doing very sexual things to him, and he could do nothing. Where did he ever learn about such things anyway? I mean, no one could be so good at these things with little to no practice... Kyou was tempted to slap himself for thinking anything of the other's advances; why did he just say that they were good? Was he going crazy? It wasn't supposed to be pleasurful, if anything, he was supposed to hate every minute, and every second of this blissful torture.
Again he wanted to slap himself. Blissful? He really was going crazy! Maybe he hit his head a little too hard when he fell, and that was what was making him think such un-Kyoulike things... It really was a bitch! He hated feeling so good after Yuki kissed him, he hated the way his blood rushed to his groin after every carress. He hated giving Yuki the hardened proof that he was enjoying being raped! And he hated having to bite back the mews that rose in his throat.
Why was his mind doing this to him? Oh well, he wouldn't give Yuki the satisfaction of even the slightest moan; that would be admitting defeat. And the battle had barely begun...
Chapter Forty-six: Decision
Holding himself over the redhead, so he was able to fully see the boy beneath him, Yuki simply stared in confusion; Kyou so easily relented to the nezumi's advances. If there was a way to convince him, Yuki wanted to know, but forcing the other was starting to make him feel uneasy. He gently kissed Kyou's collarbone, and tightened his grip on his prey's muscular body. Though the neko did not seem to be enjoying it, he was not resisting either. The only way to discover his preference was to offer a choice.
He snaked down the other's slim torso until his breath softly fell upon the teen's limp member. Exhaling heavily, Yuki ran his tongue along the shaft until the boy beneath him began to involuntarily quiver. He immediately stopped, and whispered to Kyou, "As I see it, you have two choices Kyou. The first is to let me continue, and I could make you cry with pleasure. Or I'll leave, and this will never happen again. Which would you prefer?ยจ To heighten the effect, he took Kyou completely into his mouth and greedily sucked at the rapidly engorging flesh. Only someone as stupid as the neko would refuse.
Chapter Fourty-seven:
He gasped at the nezuki's advances, he had never felt anything like that before in his life, and his eyes widened even more so every time that mouse tongue slid across the underside of his hardening arousal. `Damn that stupid mouse!` He cursed internally, knowing that he should stop this, but not wanting to in the slightest.
He grunted in reply, arching his hips into the other's mouth weakly. All that mattered now, was the magic that was happening between his widespread legs, and he would sacrifice his pride for that any day. `I really hate you for making me feel so good. I hate you for doing this to me. And I hate you even more for making me unable to refuse...` But those curses went unspoken as he quivered on the bed, a gasp escaping his wide lips.
Chapter Forty-eight:
It was the most astounding sensation, to hear Kyou moaning beneath him. But he couldn't help worrying that it was too forced. Even though Yuki had given his cousin the option with the hope of compliance, he had really expected rejection. However, this was no time for shock, or to sulk about what the neko might truly be thinking. He knew he must seize the opportunity that may be his last. Thrusting his head forward, Yuki continued with all his effort, becoming more aroused than he anticipated. He began to grind his own manhood into the stiff matrress, aware that Kyou was unlikely to touch him in any way.
When Kyou finally released, many gasping minutes later, Yuki knew he needed more, even if this was a public institution. Tearing off his own thin garments, the nezumi slid up his panting koi, rubbing their sensitive flesh together as he captures the other's lips. The neko had no possibility of escape with such a worked-up partner.
Chapter Forty-nine:
It was one thing, being sucked off, and having the most amazing orgasm of his life; but it was quite another, to be grinding against another penis, and a rock hard one no doubt. There was no escaping it this time, no pretending that it wasn't Yuki in the hospital bed with him, no pretending that it wasn't a man that brought him to the end and back. He could feel every tight muscle beneath that paper thin, silky skin, and every cell screamed out domination; most definitely Yuki. The damn rat was even larger than the neko, so much so that Kyou didn't even have to look down to notice; Yuki was probably more than an inch and a half longer, and he most likely knew that. Probably gonna rub it into Kyou's face later too.
However, it was Yuki that wanted it this badly, it was Yuki that fought for Kyou's body. It was Yuki that declared he loved the neko, be it true or false. And it was Yuki who coaxed his hard on back to life, barely moments after it seemed to explode. That was the worst part of it, that he didn't want to stop the pleasure, even though his mind kept on reminding him who this was... he wanted it, in a twisted sort of way.
Chapter FIFTY?!: (Wow, in only two months..)
With every passing minute that Kyou complied, every time he thought he felt the neko's hips arch upward, Yuki became more confidant. His cousin didn't even seem to mind being on the bottom. One would think that with such an aggressive personality, Kyou would be fighting every second of it for dominance. But the subtle submission was unbelievably arousing. Yuki kissed him deeper, his hands groping every inch of the teen and forcing the wide, muscular hips against him harder than before. The pressure building inside his erection was almost unbearable, and the nezumi had to fight the urge to stroke himself. This was no way to reach release. Working up all the courage he had, Yuki had one thing to request of the boy beneath him.
"Kyou, I know I must be asking a lot of you right now, but.... I really need what you just reached." He began to flush crimson, stammering out the rest, "You don't need to have it in your mouth or anything, just don't make me do it to myself...."
Chapter Fifty-one:
He could already feel his tired member stiffening as they ground together even harder, although he couldn't believe that his body was knowingly becoming aroused yet again; the thought was kinda disgusting. But of all things for the stupid rat to ask for, of all the times... it was infuriating! Here Yuki was, trying to rape him, and yet he was asking for Kyou to do something to him! To comply! The mouse was making it out to be a two-way thing, like they were lovers or something!
Kyou's brain was close to screaming! But his brain was currently in his crotch, so it couldn't exactly do that. Attempting to take a hold of the situation, he stilled himself on the bed, giving the most serious expression he could muster in his heated state, and began. " Try making me." It was both a threat and a challenge, and the neko knew that in this state, Yuki would likely take the bait. At least that way, he had done something to show that this wasn't what his forward cousin was thinking of it, it was way different.