Note: **crushes evil tenses** mwahahaha! Did I do it? Yaoi! This chapter
contains lemonish contents-well it damn be . I can't have it beta-read -.-
I broke my bro's pc, and that means less time internet usage, and being
the parasite that I am, makes most of it in someone else's O.o computer and
account. I nearly had gone insane with my so delayed updates----gomen!
*kicks big brother*
All I can say, it's all worth the f***in wait :)
*ori oscuro persona stat on*
Ori Oscuro: You haven't update your other RK fics yet aside from ice blue eyes -.- RaVen0us: Yeah, yeah whatever--- *drools at the keyboard* time to harvest some lemons!
Part 3: When Love sprang from only hate
Van stood upright, his body in a defensive stance waiting for Raven to hit him back. But the taller boy didn't bother; he approached the youth very calmly instead, taking one step at a time. Van stumbled backwards, trying to glide through the side of the wall until he can reach the knob of the door. No such luck, the door was locked from outside. His heart thumping nervously, and his breathing coming in short quick intervals, he awaited in baited breath with his fists clenched tight.
Why was Raven looking at him so strangely lately?
Why was Raven kissing his palms like that?
What was it?
Raven has approached him dangerously near enough that the only way out, is to slide underneath him. Again, the taller boy seemed to think ahead and quickly lounged him at the wall, pinning the other pilot fiercely beneath it. His breath feels moist and heavy, and was just less than an inch across Van's face. The assessing indigo eyes, seems to implore much in his dark onyx-like own.
"Van," he whispered, his indigo gaze still fixed to his face. Raven's body acts in its own strange accord, shifting its mass somehow, but pinning Van in a strange disturbing sense. His lower right knee has found its way to nudge between the other pilot's legs, incidentally brushing *that* part. Van gasped at the pressure and tries to recoil from his rival's grip. That simple quick sensual contact has brought a reactionary impulse of flush to his cheeks.
"Van," he repeated, but this time his tone is quicker and impatient, "You are my enemy, yet I can't bring myself to kill you--"
Van's gaze is a blend of surprise, anger and frustration, "Then you tell me Raven! What is that you want with me?" he muttered angrily, making a slight curse as he tried to struggle from the gray-haired pilots grip. "I want to hear it from you, right now!"
It came in quick, with absolutely no thought or so what ever. Raven brought his arms and wounded it around Van's body, hugging him tightly. So tight, that he could feel his lungs getting crushed underneath, he was so surprised at Raven's reaction that he momentarily went limp. "It's YOU that I want, Van Flyheight." He groaned, "I can't help myself---it's just you."
"Well, you are damned wrong---"
"Yes it is, wrong---but it is so wonderful at the same time." Words spout from his mouth without even thinking, he is acting out of instinct---the same way he did when he talked to Van earlier. It's like a strange untamed emotion has been infecting his brain. He cocked his head slightly nearer to the other boy, whose face is starting to blush brightly out of uneasiness of the attention he is getting. "Why is everything that is wrong, feels so wonderful?"
"Raven?"
Van whispered his name again, this time less coherently. His mouth was there---an inch away. Raven told himself "this is wrong, he is my enemy", but his body was firm and yet soft at the same time and he wanted him. God, how he wanted him.
Raven relied on pure concentrated determination to control himself. He closed his eyes, which only heightened his sense of smell, sound and touch. Other than sight, that left one more sensation---taste. How would he taste? He opened his eyes. There is a worried, perplexed expression in Van's eyes. Real worry, a very worried look in that dark onyx gaze---in Zi's name, there was only so much a man could take.
Raven's mouth was on his an instant later, his hand clutched Van's ebony dark spiky hair of the back of his head, holding him against his. Van went even softer against him, as if his kiss made him weak. He stroked his lips with his tongue and gave the smaller boy a quiet gasp of surprise. Raven's tongue sank into his sweet mouth, filled it, and the kiss was just as he'd thought. He tasted like honey, of fire, and of everything he ever could need. The taller boy's hand slid over the other boy's shoulder and slowly down his slim back to caress his behind. He moaned against the strength of his tongue.
Raven then feel that the other pilot is unwittingly returning his affections, he gently tore away his mouth from his, upon doing so, he felt Van trying to lean closer, trying to catch the taste of his mouth, his eyes half-closed and fevered with his smoldering caresses.
"Van--" he rasped, as he catches the brunette into his arms and they both fell to bed that is near them. Raven held him hard against him and rolled him, pressing his back into the soft mattress, his mouth taking his sweetly but firmly, mimicking the way he wanted to take his body---in long, slow strokes that lasted forever. With Van beneath him he pressed closer, feeling him sink into the fluffy pillows and annoying silk sheets but not caring, because he moaned against his mouth and gripped his shoulders.
Van didn't push him away. He held Raven fast and kept his mouth open, his curious tongue moving in an answer to his. Raven shifted his hips, rocking slowly against him in a steady rhythm as old as time.
It was happening too fast, too strong. Too out of control. Raven fought with himself, fought his primal urge and reason. He drew his mouth away, his breath coming as fast as his passion did. He looked down into those eyes, those deep onyx black eyes that looked at him with such wonder.
His own emotions have took control of him, he does not know why he is doing this to Flyheight-but, he wanted to show what is really stirring deep inside of him-all these years---all these time. He suddenly wanted him for all the days and nights left in this lonely lifetime. He wanted to die inside this other youth. But even in the heat of passion he wouldn't take him just because he wanted to. He moved off him and he looked up at him with a look that was half-puzzled, half hurt.
"Here." He offered his hand and helped him sat up. Van looked everywhere but at him. Raven immediately sat up, turned away and decided to look out the room window. No such luck, there isn't ANY. They might have locked themselves in a 2nd class undecorated room. Sworing mildly, he turned his attention to the lamps and switched them all on.
"Raven!"
It gave the gray-haired pilot a start, and turned around to Van. He does know what to expect next, he made a total fool of himself---a fool in front of his rival, his nemesis-Flyheight.
"This is wrong; I'm your enemy---"
/but it wasn't right either--/
"Raven, listen to me." He said placidly, standing up and grabbing the other boy's hand. "Do you really mean what you did?"
For the first time, it was Raven who could not look at him in the eye. 'I'm such an ass.' He muttered silently. He took a deep breath, and looked Van firmly, "Yes, I did. So are you happy now?"
Van didn't respond.
"You demand me what I want from you, Van Flyheight. And I just gave it to you, I wanted you. I don't know why--- Raven swore again, finding so hard to speak words aside from taunting. "I'm sorry, I should have never said that." He added quickly, trying to put control in his voice. Van was too close to him right now, and he was saying foolish things he never imagined saying. If the other boy doesn't have much control check like he has, he might have hit him AGAIN and to the face this time. And he was lucky, that he didn't.
"Raven--"
"Yeah?" he sighed uneasily
Raven's indigo eyes widened on the other boy's unexpected reaction. Van threw his arms around his pale neck, straddling his weight towards him then kissed him lightly and passionately at his nape. His warm intimate touch, something that no has ever done to him, made Raven saw stars.
"Would you please---kiss me again? The way you did before?"
The fight was lost, he knew it now, and he found he didn't care. "Van, do you understood what I just said? You know what that means?"
"I know what it means."
He felt the warmth of his breath to his shoulder and the firmness of his tanned arms as he wrapped himself around him. And Raven knew for that moment, Van was his. Raven shoved him back to the bed, atop of him, giving him a deep wet kiss that silently signed a mutual surrender. His sex leapt to life as he held against Van, pressing itself insolently between them.
The brunette broke away from him in an instant, startled, and poked a finger down, his ginger touch soft against the thin fabric of robe and boxers that Raven is only wearing. "Shit! That's very---quite large isn't it?"
Raven growled, a growl that began deep in his belly and rumbled up his throat, but there was no anger on it. Only possession, wanting and hunger. "Be quiet, Van." He said softly, as he covered his tanned face in feathering kisses.
Van trailed his hand lightly down at the length of him, his touch gentle but insistent as his mouth found Raven's. He kissed him, hard and urgent, his tongue sliding into him, possessing him with all the hard hunger he felt for him. His hands move slowly around and down Raven's back.
"What are you up to now, wench?" Raven growled, shutting his eyes against the pleasure of his hands on him.
"Taking off your 'clothes'" Van said roughly, peeling the bath robe off in a simple motion.
Raven heard a moan slide from his throat.
Van slid off his own layers of shirts and set it aside. He then looked at him, his onyx-like eyes frowning. "You know---I'm not used to this. Doing it with you either too." He confessed, scratching his head.
"Good, Van, so am I."
Raven leaned forward to kiss Van again, kissed him with a smoldering fire that lit the last corners of his slim frame. Van's hands roamed boldly over him, belying the fragility of his voice, and Raven dared to touch him, to brush his hands across the line of his collarbone and over his shoulders and across his firm chest. He drew his breath sharply after that, and then let it out again in a long, slow sigh of pleasure. Van's hands roamed down the flatness of the other boy's chest to rest at the waist of his boxers, and Raven realized he was holding his breath. The brunette gave him a questioning look,
"May I?"
Raven swallowed. Van was moving fast, too fast, he felt caught in the whirlwind of him. Everything in him screamed that it was wrong to do this, that he was an enemy-his rival, that he bound to destroy someday. He is relishing every time they fought in the battlefield in the pleasure of seeing him defeated. And now he is doing this, bedding the enemy and the 'enemy' also responded to his strange actions. Van surprisingly wanted him, with the same burning intensity that was roaring in his ears, deafening him even as he slid his boxers down, even as he tugged at the zipper holding Van's casual trousers.
Van was confused at first, uneasy perhaps of being there underneath him. Raven's sex lay between them, hard and long across his belly, and he thought he might die wanting him. But still, Raven held himself in check, tasting Van's mouth, letting him taste him.
He slid his hands from cupping his face down to caress his firm, well-toned chest, his thumbs toying with the nipples and now they were hard, and he was beginning to wriggle beneath him. Raven felt a sharp stab to the belly, as if he was being murdered by the pleasure. He broke away from his mouth to kiss and lick his chest, sucking each nipple long and slow. Van's breath was ragged now, and when he nipped him gently---so gently, more a caress than a bit---he broke out into an inarticulate moan. Raven moved up to kiss his mouth again, his long slender fingers splaying sensually to his chest.
"Can you feel how much I wanted you?" He said hoarsely in between the kisses in his mouth, thrusting his hips an inch forward, so that his sex slid slightly along his belly. He shut his eyes that, afraid to say more for his fear his voice would give away.
"Raven---I don't know what I want---but"
Raven smiled and reached his right hand to stroke him between his legs; it was hard and almost in a point of going to come. He teased him there, and slid his hand beneath to feel his tight little hole, he can penetrate him easily, but he did not penetrate him. He merely kept his fingers sliding back and forth across the entrance in him, moving only the tiniest fraction into him with each stroke. Van's breath was quiet now, but fast. He let the other youth's thumb stray to seek out his pleasure, and flicked it gently. He responded with a sharp intake of breath. Raven flicked it again, then again, stroking it as he pushed his finger slowly inside him. Long slow strokes, joining Van, filling him, the way Raven would fill him when he would be ready for him. But Van was ready for him now, and Raven knew. Tight, yes, but hot and hard and panting with the anticipation of it. If he wished, he could drive into him and finish the torment with a few quick strokes.
Raven had never been one to take short cuts.
He slid his hand free of him, and he made a small plaintive whimper. "Please, don't stop!"
Raven moved down, skin sliding against skin as he knelt between his legs, the soft mattress's sheets shifting beneath to his knees. "I promise you, I won't" he said, and then he bent down to kiss Van in the deepest, most intimate kiss of all.
*****
Van thought he must certainly die, as he felt the soft pressure of his lips and tongue on him, on the place that demanded to be swallowed. Had he not known---how could he have known? He kissed him with small, light sips, then his tongue flickering, sponging the length of his thing and then took it hungrily, sucking the head and then the whole erection to his mouth. Raven would bob his head up and down, and Van could feel the span of his hands fingering his hole as he arched up. The taller boy pressed him down again, and bore down on him with his mouth, devouring him once more in sensual, rhythmic sucking and nibbling, consuming him.
Van's fists that were clenched at his sides, reached up to press Raven's head down to him, to demand that they finish this. He wrapped his fingers to his gray silky strands and pulled his mouth to him.
The brisk sucking motion became a slow, persistent stroke of his tongue, and Raven insinuated his finger into him. Van felt invaded at first, wanting almost to move away from that probing, insistent finger, but as he stroked him he felt his world begin to dissolve around him. He could feel the pull calling out of him, calling him to join an ancient and terrifying dance. Almost, almost, he had the strength to resist it, but it called him, called in the rhythmic motion of his mouth and the sliding of the fingers--- two now, and then three, stretching him, testing him, pushing him. And still Van hungered for more, felt his deepest muscles clinging to his fingers as the dance called out to him in a wild whirling, frenzy and a song he could not deny. And then he stopped denying it, and he leapt into the magnificent annihilation of the whirl wind, and he was lost.
-continued-
**myahaha!!! Me made lemon, and so damn long too _; Oh well, that's what you got from reading too much romantic novels. I just made Raven just so damn romantic, ne? So then---let's just check the next chapter I uploaded same with this one. Yes, yes--- I'm making up for my dry spell =_= Please read and review ~Rav-chan**
All I can say, it's all worth the f***in wait :)
*ori oscuro persona stat on*
Ori Oscuro: You haven't update your other RK fics yet aside from ice blue eyes -.- RaVen0us: Yeah, yeah whatever--- *drools at the keyboard* time to harvest some lemons!
Part 3: When Love sprang from only hate
Van stood upright, his body in a defensive stance waiting for Raven to hit him back. But the taller boy didn't bother; he approached the youth very calmly instead, taking one step at a time. Van stumbled backwards, trying to glide through the side of the wall until he can reach the knob of the door. No such luck, the door was locked from outside. His heart thumping nervously, and his breathing coming in short quick intervals, he awaited in baited breath with his fists clenched tight.
Why was Raven looking at him so strangely lately?
Why was Raven kissing his palms like that?
What was it?
Raven has approached him dangerously near enough that the only way out, is to slide underneath him. Again, the taller boy seemed to think ahead and quickly lounged him at the wall, pinning the other pilot fiercely beneath it. His breath feels moist and heavy, and was just less than an inch across Van's face. The assessing indigo eyes, seems to implore much in his dark onyx-like own.
"Van," he whispered, his indigo gaze still fixed to his face. Raven's body acts in its own strange accord, shifting its mass somehow, but pinning Van in a strange disturbing sense. His lower right knee has found its way to nudge between the other pilot's legs, incidentally brushing *that* part. Van gasped at the pressure and tries to recoil from his rival's grip. That simple quick sensual contact has brought a reactionary impulse of flush to his cheeks.
"Van," he repeated, but this time his tone is quicker and impatient, "You are my enemy, yet I can't bring myself to kill you--"
Van's gaze is a blend of surprise, anger and frustration, "Then you tell me Raven! What is that you want with me?" he muttered angrily, making a slight curse as he tried to struggle from the gray-haired pilots grip. "I want to hear it from you, right now!"
It came in quick, with absolutely no thought or so what ever. Raven brought his arms and wounded it around Van's body, hugging him tightly. So tight, that he could feel his lungs getting crushed underneath, he was so surprised at Raven's reaction that he momentarily went limp. "It's YOU that I want, Van Flyheight." He groaned, "I can't help myself---it's just you."
"Well, you are damned wrong---"
"Yes it is, wrong---but it is so wonderful at the same time." Words spout from his mouth without even thinking, he is acting out of instinct---the same way he did when he talked to Van earlier. It's like a strange untamed emotion has been infecting his brain. He cocked his head slightly nearer to the other boy, whose face is starting to blush brightly out of uneasiness of the attention he is getting. "Why is everything that is wrong, feels so wonderful?"
"Raven?"
Van whispered his name again, this time less coherently. His mouth was there---an inch away. Raven told himself "this is wrong, he is my enemy", but his body was firm and yet soft at the same time and he wanted him. God, how he wanted him.
Raven relied on pure concentrated determination to control himself. He closed his eyes, which only heightened his sense of smell, sound and touch. Other than sight, that left one more sensation---taste. How would he taste? He opened his eyes. There is a worried, perplexed expression in Van's eyes. Real worry, a very worried look in that dark onyx gaze---in Zi's name, there was only so much a man could take.
Raven's mouth was on his an instant later, his hand clutched Van's ebony dark spiky hair of the back of his head, holding him against his. Van went even softer against him, as if his kiss made him weak. He stroked his lips with his tongue and gave the smaller boy a quiet gasp of surprise. Raven's tongue sank into his sweet mouth, filled it, and the kiss was just as he'd thought. He tasted like honey, of fire, and of everything he ever could need. The taller boy's hand slid over the other boy's shoulder and slowly down his slim back to caress his behind. He moaned against the strength of his tongue.
Raven then feel that the other pilot is unwittingly returning his affections, he gently tore away his mouth from his, upon doing so, he felt Van trying to lean closer, trying to catch the taste of his mouth, his eyes half-closed and fevered with his smoldering caresses.
"Van--" he rasped, as he catches the brunette into his arms and they both fell to bed that is near them. Raven held him hard against him and rolled him, pressing his back into the soft mattress, his mouth taking his sweetly but firmly, mimicking the way he wanted to take his body---in long, slow strokes that lasted forever. With Van beneath him he pressed closer, feeling him sink into the fluffy pillows and annoying silk sheets but not caring, because he moaned against his mouth and gripped his shoulders.
Van didn't push him away. He held Raven fast and kept his mouth open, his curious tongue moving in an answer to his. Raven shifted his hips, rocking slowly against him in a steady rhythm as old as time.
It was happening too fast, too strong. Too out of control. Raven fought with himself, fought his primal urge and reason. He drew his mouth away, his breath coming as fast as his passion did. He looked down into those eyes, those deep onyx black eyes that looked at him with such wonder.
His own emotions have took control of him, he does not know why he is doing this to Flyheight-but, he wanted to show what is really stirring deep inside of him-all these years---all these time. He suddenly wanted him for all the days and nights left in this lonely lifetime. He wanted to die inside this other youth. But even in the heat of passion he wouldn't take him just because he wanted to. He moved off him and he looked up at him with a look that was half-puzzled, half hurt.
"Here." He offered his hand and helped him sat up. Van looked everywhere but at him. Raven immediately sat up, turned away and decided to look out the room window. No such luck, there isn't ANY. They might have locked themselves in a 2nd class undecorated room. Sworing mildly, he turned his attention to the lamps and switched them all on.
"Raven!"
It gave the gray-haired pilot a start, and turned around to Van. He does know what to expect next, he made a total fool of himself---a fool in front of his rival, his nemesis-Flyheight.
"This is wrong; I'm your enemy---"
/but it wasn't right either--/
"Raven, listen to me." He said placidly, standing up and grabbing the other boy's hand. "Do you really mean what you did?"
For the first time, it was Raven who could not look at him in the eye. 'I'm such an ass.' He muttered silently. He took a deep breath, and looked Van firmly, "Yes, I did. So are you happy now?"
Van didn't respond.
"You demand me what I want from you, Van Flyheight. And I just gave it to you, I wanted you. I don't know why--- Raven swore again, finding so hard to speak words aside from taunting. "I'm sorry, I should have never said that." He added quickly, trying to put control in his voice. Van was too close to him right now, and he was saying foolish things he never imagined saying. If the other boy doesn't have much control check like he has, he might have hit him AGAIN and to the face this time. And he was lucky, that he didn't.
"Raven--"
"Yeah?" he sighed uneasily
Raven's indigo eyes widened on the other boy's unexpected reaction. Van threw his arms around his pale neck, straddling his weight towards him then kissed him lightly and passionately at his nape. His warm intimate touch, something that no has ever done to him, made Raven saw stars.
"Would you please---kiss me again? The way you did before?"
The fight was lost, he knew it now, and he found he didn't care. "Van, do you understood what I just said? You know what that means?"
"I know what it means."
He felt the warmth of his breath to his shoulder and the firmness of his tanned arms as he wrapped himself around him. And Raven knew for that moment, Van was his. Raven shoved him back to the bed, atop of him, giving him a deep wet kiss that silently signed a mutual surrender. His sex leapt to life as he held against Van, pressing itself insolently between them.
The brunette broke away from him in an instant, startled, and poked a finger down, his ginger touch soft against the thin fabric of robe and boxers that Raven is only wearing. "Shit! That's very---quite large isn't it?"
Raven growled, a growl that began deep in his belly and rumbled up his throat, but there was no anger on it. Only possession, wanting and hunger. "Be quiet, Van." He said softly, as he covered his tanned face in feathering kisses.
Van trailed his hand lightly down at the length of him, his touch gentle but insistent as his mouth found Raven's. He kissed him, hard and urgent, his tongue sliding into him, possessing him with all the hard hunger he felt for him. His hands move slowly around and down Raven's back.
"What are you up to now, wench?" Raven growled, shutting his eyes against the pleasure of his hands on him.
"Taking off your 'clothes'" Van said roughly, peeling the bath robe off in a simple motion.
Raven heard a moan slide from his throat.
Van slid off his own layers of shirts and set it aside. He then looked at him, his onyx-like eyes frowning. "You know---I'm not used to this. Doing it with you either too." He confessed, scratching his head.
"Good, Van, so am I."
Raven leaned forward to kiss Van again, kissed him with a smoldering fire that lit the last corners of his slim frame. Van's hands roamed boldly over him, belying the fragility of his voice, and Raven dared to touch him, to brush his hands across the line of his collarbone and over his shoulders and across his firm chest. He drew his breath sharply after that, and then let it out again in a long, slow sigh of pleasure. Van's hands roamed down the flatness of the other boy's chest to rest at the waist of his boxers, and Raven realized he was holding his breath. The brunette gave him a questioning look,
"May I?"
Raven swallowed. Van was moving fast, too fast, he felt caught in the whirlwind of him. Everything in him screamed that it was wrong to do this, that he was an enemy-his rival, that he bound to destroy someday. He is relishing every time they fought in the battlefield in the pleasure of seeing him defeated. And now he is doing this, bedding the enemy and the 'enemy' also responded to his strange actions. Van surprisingly wanted him, with the same burning intensity that was roaring in his ears, deafening him even as he slid his boxers down, even as he tugged at the zipper holding Van's casual trousers.
Van was confused at first, uneasy perhaps of being there underneath him. Raven's sex lay between them, hard and long across his belly, and he thought he might die wanting him. But still, Raven held himself in check, tasting Van's mouth, letting him taste him.
He slid his hands from cupping his face down to caress his firm, well-toned chest, his thumbs toying with the nipples and now they were hard, and he was beginning to wriggle beneath him. Raven felt a sharp stab to the belly, as if he was being murdered by the pleasure. He broke away from his mouth to kiss and lick his chest, sucking each nipple long and slow. Van's breath was ragged now, and when he nipped him gently---so gently, more a caress than a bit---he broke out into an inarticulate moan. Raven moved up to kiss his mouth again, his long slender fingers splaying sensually to his chest.
"Can you feel how much I wanted you?" He said hoarsely in between the kisses in his mouth, thrusting his hips an inch forward, so that his sex slid slightly along his belly. He shut his eyes that, afraid to say more for his fear his voice would give away.
"Raven---I don't know what I want---but"
Raven smiled and reached his right hand to stroke him between his legs; it was hard and almost in a point of going to come. He teased him there, and slid his hand beneath to feel his tight little hole, he can penetrate him easily, but he did not penetrate him. He merely kept his fingers sliding back and forth across the entrance in him, moving only the tiniest fraction into him with each stroke. Van's breath was quiet now, but fast. He let the other youth's thumb stray to seek out his pleasure, and flicked it gently. He responded with a sharp intake of breath. Raven flicked it again, then again, stroking it as he pushed his finger slowly inside him. Long slow strokes, joining Van, filling him, the way Raven would fill him when he would be ready for him. But Van was ready for him now, and Raven knew. Tight, yes, but hot and hard and panting with the anticipation of it. If he wished, he could drive into him and finish the torment with a few quick strokes.
Raven had never been one to take short cuts.
He slid his hand free of him, and he made a small plaintive whimper. "Please, don't stop!"
Raven moved down, skin sliding against skin as he knelt between his legs, the soft mattress's sheets shifting beneath to his knees. "I promise you, I won't" he said, and then he bent down to kiss Van in the deepest, most intimate kiss of all.
*****
Van thought he must certainly die, as he felt the soft pressure of his lips and tongue on him, on the place that demanded to be swallowed. Had he not known---how could he have known? He kissed him with small, light sips, then his tongue flickering, sponging the length of his thing and then took it hungrily, sucking the head and then the whole erection to his mouth. Raven would bob his head up and down, and Van could feel the span of his hands fingering his hole as he arched up. The taller boy pressed him down again, and bore down on him with his mouth, devouring him once more in sensual, rhythmic sucking and nibbling, consuming him.
Van's fists that were clenched at his sides, reached up to press Raven's head down to him, to demand that they finish this. He wrapped his fingers to his gray silky strands and pulled his mouth to him.
The brisk sucking motion became a slow, persistent stroke of his tongue, and Raven insinuated his finger into him. Van felt invaded at first, wanting almost to move away from that probing, insistent finger, but as he stroked him he felt his world begin to dissolve around him. He could feel the pull calling out of him, calling him to join an ancient and terrifying dance. Almost, almost, he had the strength to resist it, but it called him, called in the rhythmic motion of his mouth and the sliding of the fingers--- two now, and then three, stretching him, testing him, pushing him. And still Van hungered for more, felt his deepest muscles clinging to his fingers as the dance called out to him in a wild whirling, frenzy and a song he could not deny. And then he stopped denying it, and he leapt into the magnificent annihilation of the whirl wind, and he was lost.
-continued-
**myahaha!!! Me made lemon, and so damn long too _; Oh well, that's what you got from reading too much romantic novels. I just made Raven just so damn romantic, ne? So then---let's just check the next chapter I uploaded same with this one. Yes, yes--- I'm making up for my dry spell =_= Please read and review ~Rav-chan**