I am about to loose control when I feel a sharp sting at my side. He really
did kick me hard. I glance down to my ribs, noticing the nice red welt.
Well I deserve it for all I've done to him. Suzaku looks down as well
gasping as he quickly sits up to examine it closer.
"I'm sorry!"
He looks so mortified. His expression makes me feel like I should blame my body for bruising. He hastily unclamps the rest of his armor tossing it aside. He brushes his fingertips along my side in a ghostly touch that makes me shiver. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" He was so frantic over me, was this what he was like with his mortals?
"Its nothing compared to what I did to you."
I kneel there on the floor, almost terrified to look at him.
"To me? Wha.."
His hand trails to his neck, covering the open flesh.
"Oh."
I look over my shoulder slightly to see him. He's looking down with his flushed face and I am so drawn to it, I never notice when he looks up to catch my stare.
"Why..did you kiss me like that?"
"I.I don't know." I replied in all honesty.
I feel sick almost, I don't want to hurt him anymore, but I know I'm too weak to stop myself. I clamp my shaky hands over my face. The sweat is sprinkled out on my forehead and I want to cry out again, hoping my tears could wash away my sin.
"Shh."
I heard his cooing voice as his cheek pressed against my bare back. I want to shove him away but I am frozen by the flame of his touch.
"I never knew there was such a kiss, it made me feel ..different."
His breath pulses against my neck and I know I will try to.I don't even know what I will do.
"Seriyuu, your soul is so barren and tormented..let me try to heal you."
His lips brush past my ear in all innocence. I let my eyes fall shut, he has cast his spell on me and I am him captive slave. I am no more, I am nothing, I am his. I arch my neck back, letting my head rest on his shoulder. His position adjusts to my movements as he pulls me into his lap and we sit this way on the comforting floor of his chamber. My back to his chest, his arms about my waist. The robe I had was all but discarded from my body, slumping around my hips. My body almost totally on display for him and I feel vulnerable once again. The silk of his pants brushes against my bruise and I timidly whimper.
"Seriyuu?" Concern drenches his voice.
"Touch me." I say below a whisper.
"What?"
"Touch me..please.I just want.I just want you to touch me."
I could feel his confusion even though I never opened my eyes. I felt like eternity passed in those few moments before I felt his palm shyly graze across my abdomen. I swallowed the bulging lump in my throat, my breath slowly increasing.
"Touch me."
I pleaded with his as I felt his other hand press against my chest, rubbing both hands on my ruff skin. His chine rested against my neck as he massaged me tenderly.
"Touch me."
I added for firmness to my need, my want, even though I don't know what exactly I wanted.
Both his hands moved in opposing directions, in stroking motions. My eyes snapped open as his hand brushed against the small hardening nubs of flesh on my chest.
"Hmm.."
I arch against him, wanting his hands to brush over again. I never noticed before how beautiful Suzaku's chamber was. The wonderful red, pink, and white mixed with gold encrusted in the walls. Or how the floor sank around your feet, just as Suzaku crumbled around the whims of his people. His loft, it was so inviting covered in rich and smooth silks, and of course, feathers. It felt so warm and soothing, it literally pleaded with you to lie on it. Quickly I turned my attentions back to my current state. My soft groans were coming faster, and Suzaku had buried his lips into the crook of my neck. His hands moved still so slowly along my body. His right was timidly traces the lines of my stomach, as he stretched his fingertips to dance on the rim of my robe.
His left has graced upon my neck and moves so delicately along my jaw line. I was a blaze, and for once it wasn't Suzaku, it was me. I burned and swelled need and a newfound ache between my legs. I needed him so desperately, I needed more. I snaked my long tongue around his index and middle finger, drawing them into my mouth. I could feel his whole body react against me, his sharp gasp against my ear. He pitched forward and his hand dove deep into my robe, pushing against my ache. I suck harder on his fingers as a loud moan constricted on my throat.
"Seriyuu!!"
I could feel him pull away. No, it was his turn to submit, his turn to be weakened. I turned sharply after him, pushing him harshly to the floor. I laid my body over his.
"Mine."
I whispered against his neck.
"Mine for once."
My robe looped around my ankles, and my bear groin pressed into his, with a loud moan on my part.
"Th.this isn't right."
He panicked as the blood beneath his skin stained hi cheek and sweat seeped from the tiny pores.
"Submit to me."
I licked slowly along the beating pulse in his neck.
"No, please stop this."
This was getting tiresome. Why didn't he understand? Couldn't he feel it? Feel what I felt? Why could he comply to his mortals but not to me? Don't I come first? Am I not his brother? .. I hate them.. I hate them all for stealing him before I even had a chance at his affections. I hate you.Suzaku no Miko! (3) Why does he torment my heart with out even knowing? I can't stand it! I tear away at his silk garment, leaving only the tattered rim of his waistline left on him.
"Submit to me!"
I growled loudly into his neck as our bare flesh collided. Utter ecstasy, like I never felt before, swept through my entire body. No cell (5) was safe from the onslaught of electric waves that hit and over loaded my senses. I felt everything shut down and all I was aware of, was that fiery phoenix stirring beneath me, and nothing else.
"Wha.what is this?"
I hear him cry and I couldn't help but grin, have I broken through to you now? Yet, something was wrong, tears where lining his eyes, you still wish to be away from me? Why? Why can't you stand to be near me? What more can I do? Don't leave me. Don't go away. Forget everything. Forget your people and your Priestess and remember me. I need you, more than anyone else could. Brother. Brother, love me, please love me. The words I feel I cannot say and he still tries to leave. Very well Suzaku, I will show you, you will understand! All we need is each other and I will make you see that.
I've tied his wrists to one of the posts of his loft. They cross above his head as I make sure they aren't too uncomfortable. I sit in front of him at loss of what to do now. (6) His eyes are closed tightly and he nibbles at his lip, holding back the tears I know he wants to cry.
"My dear frightened sparrow."
And I do the only thing I can, touch him, need him, want him. My hands graced down his sweat-coated chest, marveling at how beautiful his frailty makes him. Yet something delays me a moment. Such a sweet scent is filling my nose and I am curious as to what it is. On a nearby stand is a large gold pitcher of sacred oil. Yet another all too familiar grin reaches out on my face as I reach for it and grasp it in my palm. The golden liquid roars out from the spout and splatters out on Suzaku's moistened stomach.
"Ahhh ahh!"
I have his full attention now as the searing concoction slides across his skin, down between his legs. He may not seem it, but his body is in the same state I'm in. The usually flaccid staff of flesh was fully erected at my actions, as my own from his. For some reason I am overjoyed and I can't help but to kiss him again, so deeply the way I did before. Tasting all of him with my tongue roaming his mouth. I could feel the hot oil boil against my skin and I loved it. I loved the slick wet feeling between our bodies and the delightful friction it made. I love his whimpers and moans that came muffled between our heated kiss. My oil coated hand wrapped tightly into his hair; I couldn't get him any more close to me. It wasn't enough. The burning in my lungs was too much to bear and pulled back for that sweet oil scented air.
His eyes were glazed, his lips swollen; his face and body aglow from the candles that lit his room. Everything here made me want him more. You feel it now don't you? You like how I touch you, don't you. He reached for me again and my heart felt so light. How could I deny him? I hand to touch him as lips locked together. I felt him as though I was blind and had never seen a thing in my life.
"Ahhh!"
He cried out again, did I hurt him?
"Again.." He pleaded. His hips arched to the area I had last touch with my oiled fingers.
"Here?"
I traced my fingertip along the long heated flesh.
"Yes.. mmmm"
He writhed and moaned so eloquently. (7) Gods how I want him.
"I will, my feathered treasure.. when I'm done with the rest of you."
Yes, he would suffer now. But not like I had, no, never like that. I will make him beg, make him want and need me so much, he'll never need another. I start down his slim, angular legs, raising them so his ankles rest on my shoulders. His body reacts to every nip, every kiss I give to his body. I swear I can almost see the steam rise off of our bodies as my teeth graze against the little patch of soft flesh behind his knee.
"Please Seriyuu..ahhhh"
Please? Oh wonderful this is. Our roles have switch. Oh Suzaku, if you only knew how this pained me. I want to please you; I want to be your willing servant. But this must be done; I need you to give in completely. Let me rule you, control you, break you, and I will be your slave. He cries out in frustration as I purposely avoid the area I know he begs to be touched. My tongue lashes out, tasting his delectable thighs, savoring the wonderful flavor, but he squirms trying to sway my path. No, nothing will stop me now, nothing.
To ease his suffering, I smooth my cheek along his enlarged organ, hearing the most drawn out groan from his tender lips. But I am in no way through with my game, leaving from between his legs altogether. His legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
"No please, it.it hurts." His look was so feeble. My heart was literally breaking, or was that my bruise? He stopped pleading when both our erections met, causing a remarkable, flaming abrasion. I have to finish this my brother; it'll be over soon. I kiss at his bound wrists, traveling ghost like touches down his arm; I can feel the tremors in his surface along my lips. I seemingly purr into his ear, whispering nothings as he arches to have his body against mine. I feel no pain, as his legs grow tighter around my waist, only satisfaction at his actions. I bite down again at the open wound in his neck, draining my fill of the sweet nectar there. He inhales sharply, straining hard against his materials of confinement.
"I'm sorry!"
He looks so mortified. His expression makes me feel like I should blame my body for bruising. He hastily unclamps the rest of his armor tossing it aside. He brushes his fingertips along my side in a ghostly touch that makes me shiver. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" He was so frantic over me, was this what he was like with his mortals?
"Its nothing compared to what I did to you."
I kneel there on the floor, almost terrified to look at him.
"To me? Wha.."
His hand trails to his neck, covering the open flesh.
"Oh."
I look over my shoulder slightly to see him. He's looking down with his flushed face and I am so drawn to it, I never notice when he looks up to catch my stare.
"Why..did you kiss me like that?"
"I.I don't know." I replied in all honesty.
I feel sick almost, I don't want to hurt him anymore, but I know I'm too weak to stop myself. I clamp my shaky hands over my face. The sweat is sprinkled out on my forehead and I want to cry out again, hoping my tears could wash away my sin.
"Shh."
I heard his cooing voice as his cheek pressed against my bare back. I want to shove him away but I am frozen by the flame of his touch.
"I never knew there was such a kiss, it made me feel ..different."
His breath pulses against my neck and I know I will try to.I don't even know what I will do.
"Seriyuu, your soul is so barren and tormented..let me try to heal you."
His lips brush past my ear in all innocence. I let my eyes fall shut, he has cast his spell on me and I am him captive slave. I am no more, I am nothing, I am his. I arch my neck back, letting my head rest on his shoulder. His position adjusts to my movements as he pulls me into his lap and we sit this way on the comforting floor of his chamber. My back to his chest, his arms about my waist. The robe I had was all but discarded from my body, slumping around my hips. My body almost totally on display for him and I feel vulnerable once again. The silk of his pants brushes against my bruise and I timidly whimper.
"Seriyuu?" Concern drenches his voice.
"Touch me." I say below a whisper.
"What?"
"Touch me..please.I just want.I just want you to touch me."
I could feel his confusion even though I never opened my eyes. I felt like eternity passed in those few moments before I felt his palm shyly graze across my abdomen. I swallowed the bulging lump in my throat, my breath slowly increasing.
"Touch me."
I pleaded with his as I felt his other hand press against my chest, rubbing both hands on my ruff skin. His chine rested against my neck as he massaged me tenderly.
"Touch me."
I added for firmness to my need, my want, even though I don't know what exactly I wanted.
Both his hands moved in opposing directions, in stroking motions. My eyes snapped open as his hand brushed against the small hardening nubs of flesh on my chest.
"Hmm.."
I arch against him, wanting his hands to brush over again. I never noticed before how beautiful Suzaku's chamber was. The wonderful red, pink, and white mixed with gold encrusted in the walls. Or how the floor sank around your feet, just as Suzaku crumbled around the whims of his people. His loft, it was so inviting covered in rich and smooth silks, and of course, feathers. It felt so warm and soothing, it literally pleaded with you to lie on it. Quickly I turned my attentions back to my current state. My soft groans were coming faster, and Suzaku had buried his lips into the crook of my neck. His hands moved still so slowly along my body. His right was timidly traces the lines of my stomach, as he stretched his fingertips to dance on the rim of my robe.
His left has graced upon my neck and moves so delicately along my jaw line. I was a blaze, and for once it wasn't Suzaku, it was me. I burned and swelled need and a newfound ache between my legs. I needed him so desperately, I needed more. I snaked my long tongue around his index and middle finger, drawing them into my mouth. I could feel his whole body react against me, his sharp gasp against my ear. He pitched forward and his hand dove deep into my robe, pushing against my ache. I suck harder on his fingers as a loud moan constricted on my throat.
"Seriyuu!!"
I could feel him pull away. No, it was his turn to submit, his turn to be weakened. I turned sharply after him, pushing him harshly to the floor. I laid my body over his.
"Mine."
I whispered against his neck.
"Mine for once."
My robe looped around my ankles, and my bear groin pressed into his, with a loud moan on my part.
"Th.this isn't right."
He panicked as the blood beneath his skin stained hi cheek and sweat seeped from the tiny pores.
"Submit to me."
I licked slowly along the beating pulse in his neck.
"No, please stop this."
This was getting tiresome. Why didn't he understand? Couldn't he feel it? Feel what I felt? Why could he comply to his mortals but not to me? Don't I come first? Am I not his brother? .. I hate them.. I hate them all for stealing him before I even had a chance at his affections. I hate you.Suzaku no Miko! (3) Why does he torment my heart with out even knowing? I can't stand it! I tear away at his silk garment, leaving only the tattered rim of his waistline left on him.
"Submit to me!"
I growled loudly into his neck as our bare flesh collided. Utter ecstasy, like I never felt before, swept through my entire body. No cell (5) was safe from the onslaught of electric waves that hit and over loaded my senses. I felt everything shut down and all I was aware of, was that fiery phoenix stirring beneath me, and nothing else.
"Wha.what is this?"
I hear him cry and I couldn't help but grin, have I broken through to you now? Yet, something was wrong, tears where lining his eyes, you still wish to be away from me? Why? Why can't you stand to be near me? What more can I do? Don't leave me. Don't go away. Forget everything. Forget your people and your Priestess and remember me. I need you, more than anyone else could. Brother. Brother, love me, please love me. The words I feel I cannot say and he still tries to leave. Very well Suzaku, I will show you, you will understand! All we need is each other and I will make you see that.
I've tied his wrists to one of the posts of his loft. They cross above his head as I make sure they aren't too uncomfortable. I sit in front of him at loss of what to do now. (6) His eyes are closed tightly and he nibbles at his lip, holding back the tears I know he wants to cry.
"My dear frightened sparrow."
And I do the only thing I can, touch him, need him, want him. My hands graced down his sweat-coated chest, marveling at how beautiful his frailty makes him. Yet something delays me a moment. Such a sweet scent is filling my nose and I am curious as to what it is. On a nearby stand is a large gold pitcher of sacred oil. Yet another all too familiar grin reaches out on my face as I reach for it and grasp it in my palm. The golden liquid roars out from the spout and splatters out on Suzaku's moistened stomach.
"Ahhh ahh!"
I have his full attention now as the searing concoction slides across his skin, down between his legs. He may not seem it, but his body is in the same state I'm in. The usually flaccid staff of flesh was fully erected at my actions, as my own from his. For some reason I am overjoyed and I can't help but to kiss him again, so deeply the way I did before. Tasting all of him with my tongue roaming his mouth. I could feel the hot oil boil against my skin and I loved it. I loved the slick wet feeling between our bodies and the delightful friction it made. I love his whimpers and moans that came muffled between our heated kiss. My oil coated hand wrapped tightly into his hair; I couldn't get him any more close to me. It wasn't enough. The burning in my lungs was too much to bear and pulled back for that sweet oil scented air.
His eyes were glazed, his lips swollen; his face and body aglow from the candles that lit his room. Everything here made me want him more. You feel it now don't you? You like how I touch you, don't you. He reached for me again and my heart felt so light. How could I deny him? I hand to touch him as lips locked together. I felt him as though I was blind and had never seen a thing in my life.
"Ahhh!"
He cried out again, did I hurt him?
"Again.." He pleaded. His hips arched to the area I had last touch with my oiled fingers.
"Here?"
I traced my fingertip along the long heated flesh.
"Yes.. mmmm"
He writhed and moaned so eloquently. (7) Gods how I want him.
"I will, my feathered treasure.. when I'm done with the rest of you."
Yes, he would suffer now. But not like I had, no, never like that. I will make him beg, make him want and need me so much, he'll never need another. I start down his slim, angular legs, raising them so his ankles rest on my shoulders. His body reacts to every nip, every kiss I give to his body. I swear I can almost see the steam rise off of our bodies as my teeth graze against the little patch of soft flesh behind his knee.
"Please Seriyuu..ahhhh"
Please? Oh wonderful this is. Our roles have switch. Oh Suzaku, if you only knew how this pained me. I want to please you; I want to be your willing servant. But this must be done; I need you to give in completely. Let me rule you, control you, break you, and I will be your slave. He cries out in frustration as I purposely avoid the area I know he begs to be touched. My tongue lashes out, tasting his delectable thighs, savoring the wonderful flavor, but he squirms trying to sway my path. No, nothing will stop me now, nothing.
To ease his suffering, I smooth my cheek along his enlarged organ, hearing the most drawn out groan from his tender lips. But I am in no way through with my game, leaving from between his legs altogether. His legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
"No please, it.it hurts." His look was so feeble. My heart was literally breaking, or was that my bruise? He stopped pleading when both our erections met, causing a remarkable, flaming abrasion. I have to finish this my brother; it'll be over soon. I kiss at his bound wrists, traveling ghost like touches down his arm; I can feel the tremors in his surface along my lips. I seemingly purr into his ear, whispering nothings as he arches to have his body against mine. I feel no pain, as his legs grow tighter around my waist, only satisfaction at his actions. I bite down again at the open wound in his neck, draining my fill of the sweet nectar there. He inhales sharply, straining hard against his materials of confinement.