Chapter Fifty-five:
Kyou just couldn't believe how much Yuki was killing him! It was as though he deliberately went against Kyou's wishes, just because they were Kyou's! The mere thought was infuriating, and he squeezed his thighs even tighter, although his own body violently rejected the action; it was starting to cause him an unbearable amount of pain, and yet Yuki would not move. He must have ribs of steel, Kyou considered, but then averted his energy to convincing the mouse that he felt otherwise.
If he had to relax just to get Yuki to hurry up and get this over with, then he would do exactly that. Using all of the energy he could muster, he let his entire body relax, and he focused all the pain towards his balled fists, which clenched so tightly that the knuckles blanched, and he could feel his uncut nails digging through the skin. Gasping out the words, although it could have come as more of a grunt or growl, he replied, "okay, now's good." A little out of breath, and a new sheen of sweat causing his body to shine in the stalely lit room.
Chapter fifty-six:
The harsh sound of Kyou's voice could have broken his heart right there. But Yuki knew he needed to have determination; eventually it would be pleasurable for the neko too. His erection had been very impatient through this, though, and if Kyou wanted to hurry then that's what he would get. The nezumi still warned his partner.
"Kyou, you seem so impatient, but you can't even imagine what this will be like. But if you're going to rush me like that, it's going to hurt a lot more before it gets better...but if that's what you want..." he smirked just dreaming of what he would soon feel, "then that's what you'll get neko- chan..." The teen could help the snicker that escaped as he slid into place, his engorged flesh waiting to take the place of the slender fingers currently residing in Kyou.
The gasps that escaped as Yuki emerged himself inside the sweat-glistening boy nearly took every breath out of him. When his full length was within the other, he paused, shakily holding himself atop the neko. The extreme tightness hinted at the pain Kyou would be feeling, so he moved slowly at first. Anticipation had made this sensation twice what it would have been, and several times Yuki nearly collapsed onto his koi. His arms were week with every thrust, but he managed not to rest his weight on the slightly injured redhead. He was relieved Kyou was no longer trying to crush him, as that would have distracted form his pleasure. The ribs ached, though he did not let on to this fact, and the bruises were not yet clearly visible, just easily felt.
Kyou gradually loosened, and with this Yuki's motions increased pace until he picked up a steady rhythm. It was impossible that Kyou would feel only pain right now, as the nezumi was very conscious of the angle of his thrusts and was aiming for just the stop every man couldn't resist. 'Just try not to give in now...' he thought to himself.
Chapter Fifty-seven:
Beginning to growl at the pet name his cousin had so thoughtfully picked out for him, Kyou's hiss was abruptly halted by the other plunging within him. If he thought that Yuki's fingers were torture, then this was beyond anything that hell could muster. He was being ripped in two, from the inside out, and his muscles could not possibly stretch anymore to accommodate for his cousin; he could feel as the tight ring tore ever so slightly, and could feel the stream of blood trickling out of the one place he wished no one would ever go.
Ignoring the pain was no longer an option, and the neko through his sweat drenched head back onto the pillow, biting down so hard on his lip that he could taste his own blood. The same blood that oozed out of his balled fists, and out of his horridly violated opening, and no doubt coated Yuki's throbbing, and slick member; but as if the rat cared anyway. Kyou really wondered what he must have done in those few days he couldn't remember to drive his usually calm tempered cousin to such lengths.
Eventually he did stretch out, and the stinging between his legs dulled to broken bone painful, at least he now knew he wouldn't die, just be in a lot of pain for a long time. It also seemed as though the other was searching for something, because he could tell that his dominating cousin had changed position. It was also apparent on the mouse's' face, eyes clenched tightly, teeth lightly biting down on one lip, a mask of concentration and composure, as he rocked inside and out of his redheaded cousin rhythmically.
In fact, the pain was soon painted over, and although Kyou would never admit it, it was as though the other was tickling a place deep inside of him, and with every thrust he got closer to reaching that particular spot. It felt funny, but the red-eyed teenager was thankful that he had something to focus on either than the pain.
Chapter Fifty-eight:
Kyou's arched form and bleeding lip suggested at least moderate enjoyment, even if the stubborn cat would not say so. It was unbearably enticing, and Yuki just thrust harder and faster until his eyes began to water and he was dizzy with pleasure. Kyou's artfully positioned figure reminded him of the first time.
***flashback....duh!*****
The sun made it such a blindingly bright day; Yuki's pale skin glistened with perspiration and his hair hung damp over his face. It was almost lonely, even though he had only been living with Shigure a few weeks. But it still gave him an overwhelming feeling of independence, and made the nezumi feel so much older. He knew from childhood that Shigure was odd and definitely gay, implying a relationship with his older brother that the adults all knew about. Yet Yuki had no suspicion of the inu ever trying to pull something with him. He felt warm that day.
After supper that evening they simply watched television; nothing good was on and it seemed to make Shigure restless.
"Yuki, this is boring. I want to do something fun..." The older brunette moved closer with every word, inching forward until he was playfully looking down at Yuki. It made the teen shiver a little. His large hand brushed down the rat's white arm painfully slowly, drawing electric tingles to the surface. At the boy's waist he stopped. Yuki began shaking more.
***back to reality...for a minute***
His stinging kisses left tiny red marks down Kyou's neck. His hands gently clawed over the other's stomach. He could see every move he made as if someone else were doing it; all Yuki wanted was to make the neko feel REALLY good.
****past****
He held himself over the young boy, having already removed the confines of his robe, and efficiently stripped the one beneath him. Yuki could only stare, biting back the urge to giggle about Shigure being gay. Too quickly was that desire gone, and replaced with an overpowering feeling. His groin began to throb when Shigure traced feather-light patterns over his hardening member. But Yuki choked on a gasp when it went even further. One long, stiff finger began probing somewhere Yuki never thought he would be touched. It hurt, but so did a lot of things that had been done to him in the past. He simply allowed it out of sheer curiosity; why would anyone want to be touched here?
***present****
His violet eyes burned onto his koi's golden flesh. Kyou's muscles rippled and shifted as his body was thrust continually. It was a stunning vision, nothing like seeing the neko under normal circumstances. If only Kyou would reveal that he was indeed enjoying it; the nezumi wasn't blind to his cousin's tense and focused expression and the heavy breathing that caused his hair to fly from his crimson eyes. 'Just moan, even a little.'
***past***
Shigure pressed himself into the gasping boy. His enormous erection drew in and out of Yuki, whose pale form hung tensed and limp in the same moment. The nezumi wanted to burst with the exquisite pleasure building inside him. It was the first time someone's actions purely aroused him, and the currently raging hormones only made it better. He began to cry out to the older jyuunishi, whimpering in-between every syllable. He somehow needed to release the pressure building, but Shigure only made it stronger when he began to pump at Yuki's own neglected organ. The two exploded in the empty living room. After tidying up, Shigure told the boy to clean up and go to bed. He said this would not happen again between the two of them. Yuki treaded lightly up the stairs, confused.
***reality, for the last time***
Yuki began stroking the mildly erect Kyou, while continuing the attack on his tanned neck. When the immense pressure formed, he swallowed Shigure's name to a place deep inside himself. That time could have nothing to do with right now; it was irrelevant, and only made Yuki hurt more. He would never do that to Kyou, and he told the panting neko that immediately.
"After this, when we both finish..." he barely got the words out between every gasp, "I only hope it will happen again, that we can be close again." He punctuated the finish with a tender kiss on the collarbone.
Chapter Fifty-nine:
Yuki seemed to be hitting that place that had once tickled, and it felt lick an explosion within him every time it was thrust upon. He had never felt anything like that before, and yet he only wanted more. It left him feeling both stiff, and limp; like he was on fire, but cold at the same time. It was fascinating. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself that it was Yuki, how hard he tried to limpen his stiffening erection, it was not to be. It was all so new, and now he had completely forgotten about the blood that seeped out of his violated entrance, now acting as a morbid kind of lubricant no doubt.
However, he would not moan. He had enough control over his own mind to prevent that. It was yet another thing that his sexually experienced cousin was trying to rip from him, and he would simply not allow it! But a mewl wasn't that bad, was it? His mind pleaded, the soft sound barely audible from his neglected lips, hopefully appearing like a deep breath in the bleaching light. `Damn it!` he mentally cursed, `don't these people ever turn off the lights?`
`And I hope this never happens again,` Kyou's mind objected, as it focused on the present, `I never want to feel this helpless ever again. And damn you for doing this to me!`
Chapter Sixty: Oh, how the chapters fly..
It had been at least half an hour since they finished; Yuki was still panting. His bronchi had the tendency to bother him at the worst times, but it wasn't very bad right now. The neko appeared to be asleep, though one could never tell. Yuki assumed it was this or he simply did not want to talk. He just held the other boy close, his face pressed into the sweaty hair of Kyou's head, facing the other direction. That could have been taken personally, but really what would he say? It was easy to understand. Kyou still hated him, still wanted nothing to do with the nezumi, but his pathetic will power against such sexual confrontation kept him here. How often had either of them been touched, loved, held close? The rare opportunity presented itself and Kyou would reluctantly comply. Yuki silently wondered how long he would be permitted to lay here.
The minutes seemed to creep by unbearably slowly. He rubbed his warm face on the redhead's shoulder, allowing his lips to softly brush the sticky flesh. Kyou would likely interpret this as the request for another go. He was wrong; Yuki just wanted to be as close to the cold-hearted teen as physically possible. He clung to the other as sleep swept over him; so welcome was the escape from the apprehension of this environment.
Kyou just couldn't believe how much Yuki was killing him! It was as though he deliberately went against Kyou's wishes, just because they were Kyou's! The mere thought was infuriating, and he squeezed his thighs even tighter, although his own body violently rejected the action; it was starting to cause him an unbearable amount of pain, and yet Yuki would not move. He must have ribs of steel, Kyou considered, but then averted his energy to convincing the mouse that he felt otherwise.
If he had to relax just to get Yuki to hurry up and get this over with, then he would do exactly that. Using all of the energy he could muster, he let his entire body relax, and he focused all the pain towards his balled fists, which clenched so tightly that the knuckles blanched, and he could feel his uncut nails digging through the skin. Gasping out the words, although it could have come as more of a grunt or growl, he replied, "okay, now's good." A little out of breath, and a new sheen of sweat causing his body to shine in the stalely lit room.
Chapter fifty-six:
The harsh sound of Kyou's voice could have broken his heart right there. But Yuki knew he needed to have determination; eventually it would be pleasurable for the neko too. His erection had been very impatient through this, though, and if Kyou wanted to hurry then that's what he would get. The nezumi still warned his partner.
"Kyou, you seem so impatient, but you can't even imagine what this will be like. But if you're going to rush me like that, it's going to hurt a lot more before it gets better...but if that's what you want..." he smirked just dreaming of what he would soon feel, "then that's what you'll get neko- chan..." The teen could help the snicker that escaped as he slid into place, his engorged flesh waiting to take the place of the slender fingers currently residing in Kyou.
The gasps that escaped as Yuki emerged himself inside the sweat-glistening boy nearly took every breath out of him. When his full length was within the other, he paused, shakily holding himself atop the neko. The extreme tightness hinted at the pain Kyou would be feeling, so he moved slowly at first. Anticipation had made this sensation twice what it would have been, and several times Yuki nearly collapsed onto his koi. His arms were week with every thrust, but he managed not to rest his weight on the slightly injured redhead. He was relieved Kyou was no longer trying to crush him, as that would have distracted form his pleasure. The ribs ached, though he did not let on to this fact, and the bruises were not yet clearly visible, just easily felt.
Kyou gradually loosened, and with this Yuki's motions increased pace until he picked up a steady rhythm. It was impossible that Kyou would feel only pain right now, as the nezumi was very conscious of the angle of his thrusts and was aiming for just the stop every man couldn't resist. 'Just try not to give in now...' he thought to himself.
Chapter Fifty-seven:
Beginning to growl at the pet name his cousin had so thoughtfully picked out for him, Kyou's hiss was abruptly halted by the other plunging within him. If he thought that Yuki's fingers were torture, then this was beyond anything that hell could muster. He was being ripped in two, from the inside out, and his muscles could not possibly stretch anymore to accommodate for his cousin; he could feel as the tight ring tore ever so slightly, and could feel the stream of blood trickling out of the one place he wished no one would ever go.
Ignoring the pain was no longer an option, and the neko through his sweat drenched head back onto the pillow, biting down so hard on his lip that he could taste his own blood. The same blood that oozed out of his balled fists, and out of his horridly violated opening, and no doubt coated Yuki's throbbing, and slick member; but as if the rat cared anyway. Kyou really wondered what he must have done in those few days he couldn't remember to drive his usually calm tempered cousin to such lengths.
Eventually he did stretch out, and the stinging between his legs dulled to broken bone painful, at least he now knew he wouldn't die, just be in a lot of pain for a long time. It also seemed as though the other was searching for something, because he could tell that his dominating cousin had changed position. It was also apparent on the mouse's' face, eyes clenched tightly, teeth lightly biting down on one lip, a mask of concentration and composure, as he rocked inside and out of his redheaded cousin rhythmically.
In fact, the pain was soon painted over, and although Kyou would never admit it, it was as though the other was tickling a place deep inside of him, and with every thrust he got closer to reaching that particular spot. It felt funny, but the red-eyed teenager was thankful that he had something to focus on either than the pain.
Chapter Fifty-eight:
Kyou's arched form and bleeding lip suggested at least moderate enjoyment, even if the stubborn cat would not say so. It was unbearably enticing, and Yuki just thrust harder and faster until his eyes began to water and he was dizzy with pleasure. Kyou's artfully positioned figure reminded him of the first time.
***flashback....duh!*****
The sun made it such a blindingly bright day; Yuki's pale skin glistened with perspiration and his hair hung damp over his face. It was almost lonely, even though he had only been living with Shigure a few weeks. But it still gave him an overwhelming feeling of independence, and made the nezumi feel so much older. He knew from childhood that Shigure was odd and definitely gay, implying a relationship with his older brother that the adults all knew about. Yet Yuki had no suspicion of the inu ever trying to pull something with him. He felt warm that day.
After supper that evening they simply watched television; nothing good was on and it seemed to make Shigure restless.
"Yuki, this is boring. I want to do something fun..." The older brunette moved closer with every word, inching forward until he was playfully looking down at Yuki. It made the teen shiver a little. His large hand brushed down the rat's white arm painfully slowly, drawing electric tingles to the surface. At the boy's waist he stopped. Yuki began shaking more.
***back to reality...for a minute***
His stinging kisses left tiny red marks down Kyou's neck. His hands gently clawed over the other's stomach. He could see every move he made as if someone else were doing it; all Yuki wanted was to make the neko feel REALLY good.
****past****
He held himself over the young boy, having already removed the confines of his robe, and efficiently stripped the one beneath him. Yuki could only stare, biting back the urge to giggle about Shigure being gay. Too quickly was that desire gone, and replaced with an overpowering feeling. His groin began to throb when Shigure traced feather-light patterns over his hardening member. But Yuki choked on a gasp when it went even further. One long, stiff finger began probing somewhere Yuki never thought he would be touched. It hurt, but so did a lot of things that had been done to him in the past. He simply allowed it out of sheer curiosity; why would anyone want to be touched here?
***present****
His violet eyes burned onto his koi's golden flesh. Kyou's muscles rippled and shifted as his body was thrust continually. It was a stunning vision, nothing like seeing the neko under normal circumstances. If only Kyou would reveal that he was indeed enjoying it; the nezumi wasn't blind to his cousin's tense and focused expression and the heavy breathing that caused his hair to fly from his crimson eyes. 'Just moan, even a little.'
***past***
Shigure pressed himself into the gasping boy. His enormous erection drew in and out of Yuki, whose pale form hung tensed and limp in the same moment. The nezumi wanted to burst with the exquisite pleasure building inside him. It was the first time someone's actions purely aroused him, and the currently raging hormones only made it better. He began to cry out to the older jyuunishi, whimpering in-between every syllable. He somehow needed to release the pressure building, but Shigure only made it stronger when he began to pump at Yuki's own neglected organ. The two exploded in the empty living room. After tidying up, Shigure told the boy to clean up and go to bed. He said this would not happen again between the two of them. Yuki treaded lightly up the stairs, confused.
***reality, for the last time***
Yuki began stroking the mildly erect Kyou, while continuing the attack on his tanned neck. When the immense pressure formed, he swallowed Shigure's name to a place deep inside himself. That time could have nothing to do with right now; it was irrelevant, and only made Yuki hurt more. He would never do that to Kyou, and he told the panting neko that immediately.
"After this, when we both finish..." he barely got the words out between every gasp, "I only hope it will happen again, that we can be close again." He punctuated the finish with a tender kiss on the collarbone.
Chapter Fifty-nine:
Yuki seemed to be hitting that place that had once tickled, and it felt lick an explosion within him every time it was thrust upon. He had never felt anything like that before, and yet he only wanted more. It left him feeling both stiff, and limp; like he was on fire, but cold at the same time. It was fascinating. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself that it was Yuki, how hard he tried to limpen his stiffening erection, it was not to be. It was all so new, and now he had completely forgotten about the blood that seeped out of his violated entrance, now acting as a morbid kind of lubricant no doubt.
However, he would not moan. He had enough control over his own mind to prevent that. It was yet another thing that his sexually experienced cousin was trying to rip from him, and he would simply not allow it! But a mewl wasn't that bad, was it? His mind pleaded, the soft sound barely audible from his neglected lips, hopefully appearing like a deep breath in the bleaching light. `Damn it!` he mentally cursed, `don't these people ever turn off the lights?`
`And I hope this never happens again,` Kyou's mind objected, as it focused on the present, `I never want to feel this helpless ever again. And damn you for doing this to me!`
Chapter Sixty: Oh, how the chapters fly..
It had been at least half an hour since they finished; Yuki was still panting. His bronchi had the tendency to bother him at the worst times, but it wasn't very bad right now. The neko appeared to be asleep, though one could never tell. Yuki assumed it was this or he simply did not want to talk. He just held the other boy close, his face pressed into the sweaty hair of Kyou's head, facing the other direction. That could have been taken personally, but really what would he say? It was easy to understand. Kyou still hated him, still wanted nothing to do with the nezumi, but his pathetic will power against such sexual confrontation kept him here. How often had either of them been touched, loved, held close? The rare opportunity presented itself and Kyou would reluctantly comply. Yuki silently wondered how long he would be permitted to lay here.
The minutes seemed to creep by unbearably slowly. He rubbed his warm face on the redhead's shoulder, allowing his lips to softly brush the sticky flesh. Kyou would likely interpret this as the request for another go. He was wrong; Yuki just wanted to be as close to the cold-hearted teen as physically possible. He clung to the other as sleep swept over him; so welcome was the escape from the apprehension of this environment.