Wild Heart of a Kitsune
*chapter 2
by Sakata Ri Houjun

AN: I should point out that as a kitsune spirit, Chichiri feeds off of ki, or lifeforce, in order to strengthen his own, much like an incubus. In otherwords, sexual intercourse. But in order for it to work, he'd have to be a seme. Also, Chichiri has no real gender in this story, technically speaking. He assumes the form, or gender, of whomever his victim finds attractive, therefore making the seduction easier.
And I promise a lemon for the next chapter, if I get a bunch more reviews.

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An hour later, Chichiri lifted his head from the redhaired man's shoulder, looking up at the apartment building they were approaching. The aching feeling of being surrounded by a prison of concrete and steel pulled him from an uneasy slumber. He could feel the artifical structures draining what was left of his ki, leaving behind a dull throb in his temples. However, the kitsune covered up his discomfort with a sleepy smile directed at the driver. "Are we at your place, no da?"

Genrou nodded, his hand sliding off from around Chichiri so he could pull into the parking garage safely. "Fourth floor, apartment 46." He parked the car into the garage, turning off the motor once he came to a complete stop.

Reluctantly, the cerulean-haired man moved away from Genrou, stretching and unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'm kinda nervous, no da..."

The redhead grinned reasuringly, undoing his own seatbelt. "Nothing to worry about, really. I'm probably the only one ya really got to look out for in this neighborhood and I don't bite too much." he replied, winking at him in jest.

Chichiri blushed in response, a warmth spreading through him as he got out of the car and tugged on his shirt self-conciously. Genrou climbed out of his side of the vehicle and moved to the kitsune's side, pressing the lock button on this key remote before taking the blue-haired man's hand. "No need to be shy now. Come on, let's get inside."

Squeezing Genrou's hand, Chichiri snuggled closer to him. "I can't belive I'm doing this, no da... But I don't mind..." he murmured, freigning innocence.

"Hey...if you're uncomfortable, you can have the bed. I can sleep anywhere, really."

Chichiri pulled away, blinking at the mortal in disbelief. "You mean...? But I thought..."

Genrou chuckled softly before pulling him into a hug, resting his chin on top of his soft blue hair and inhaleing his woodsy scent deeply. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. My place is your place tonight. I want you to feel at home, ok."

The kitsune sighed as the warm feeling intensified within him, causing him to wrap his arms around that narrow waist snugly, breathing gently into his chest. "You're so different..."

"People keep tellin' me that." Genrou murmured before cupping the smaller man's chin. He tilted the smaller man's head up, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. "I dunno why...seein' as we just met an' all, but I want ya to be comfortable."

Chichiri had a look of utter shock on his face, a pink stain across his cheeks. "Genrou..." he shispered softly, touching his lips. They tingled with something electric and before he knew what he was doing, the kitsune had tugged the redhead down for another kiss. Genrou returned the kiss warmly, hugging the smaller man tighter against his body. The kitsune suddenly drew away, stroking the mortal's warm cheeks with fleeting caresses. "Let's get upstairs, no da..."

Genrou nodded, twisting his fingers in that thick cerulean ponytail and giving it a gentle tug before releasing his lithe body and heading upstarins. He held his hand lightly all the way up, not letting go, even when unlocking his door. Meanwhile Chichiri found himself touching his lips again, noting that his own hand was shaking, his mind a confusiong swirl of thoughts. Something was different than all the other times he had ventured forth to seduce a mortal, yet he couldn't back out now... Didn't want to back out...

The redhead pushed open the door to his comfortable apartment, showing off a slightly messy yet comfortably-sized living room. "Make yerself at home, Chiri."

Chichiri looked around the apartment once before turning to gaze up into Genrou's face, meeting his golden eyes with a smile. "I think I already have, no da..."

Closing the door behind him, Genrou returned the smile, blushing lightly when he realized how his body reacted to the way Chichiri's eyes lit up. "So...what do ya want to do?"

"I thought we were ordering chinese, no da? Or did you have something else in mind?" He leaned in closer, his smile smoldering into something deeper and promising.

Genrou's eyes widened and before he could lose control of himself, he hastily backed away. "Ya know..." he started softly, nervously as he walked towards the phone, letting go of the smaller man's delicate-seeming hand and produing a takeout menu from a locale Chinese resteraunt. "It takes about 15 minutes for them to deliver..."

"A lot can happen in 15 minutes, no da..." Chichiri returned suggestively, licking his lips.

"That it can..." Genrou managed to dail the resteraunt's number without letting the slight tremble in his hand show. Chichiri watched him a moment before leaving him be to order while going around, poking about in the curious fashion that's in the nature of all kitsune's when entering new territory. He appreciated the simple color scheme of the sparse apartment, a few bright colors to bring life into an otherwise drab place. The forest spirit's sharp mind wandered back to the new sensation that was left after feeling the redhead's lips against his own in such a simple kiss.

He had kissed hundreds of people before during the centuries he had exsisted, and had taken on many lovers, all for the purpose of strengthening his ki. Lately the need was to help sustain him so that he would not join his brothers who had passed on before, traveling to the oblivion that awaited any souless immortal spirit. And for the first time in his entire exsistance, he was doubting following through, feeling an extreme guilt wash through his heart at the thought of decieving the redheaded mortal further.

Meanwhile, Genrou had finished placing their orders, quietly hanging up the phone and turning to watch his guest explore. He found the contemplative kitsune poking the pillows on the couch, oblivious to his inner turmoil. Instead, his golden eyes took in the appealing picture his guest presented him. Very quietly, he stalked up behind Chichiri, arms encircling his waist and pulling him close from behind. "Find somethin' of interest on the couch?"

Chichiri stiffened slightly, taken off-gaurd by the sudden movement, but then relaxed, hands resting over Genrou's. "I have now..."

Laughing softly into his ear, he pulled him onto the couch, the cushions sinking under their shared weight. His amber eyes met those mohogony orbs, finding that sparkling light again, the one that made him go all soft and hard at once. "And that would be?"

Chichiri pressed his nose against the redhead's, smiling. "Do I need to spell it out?"

Genrou pressed a quick kiss against those irresistable lips before rising from the couch. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out from jumping the smaller man and space seemed to be the only roadblock that worked. "Perhaps over dinner. The delivery boy will be here in about ten minutes." The redhead wandered into the small kitchenette, smiling over his shoulder. "So tell me, what would you like to drink?"

Chichiri blinked his mahogany eyes slowly. "Er... What are you having to drink, Genrou?"

"Same thing I normally drink, sake." he answered with a grin, holding up the green bottle.

The kitsune flushed lightly, turning his head to hide his nervousness. "I...don't like alcohol much really, no da. Do you...have any tea?"

"Of course I do," he quipped back with a wink before turning around to snatch the small kettle off the stove and filled it with water. With a final flourish, he dropped a teabag into a small cup. He spun the dail on the stove before retrieving a sake glass for himself. Genrou poured a generous ammount into his glass and helped himself to a small sip before noting Chichiri's stare. He tilted his head. "Nani? I got something on my face?"

"You drink sake, no da." Chichiri stated flatly, still staring at the bottle.

The redhead blinked and glanced down at the bottle in his hand to read the label. "Sa-ke. Yep. I do. Is that a problem?"

The kitsune shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes off the green glass. "Just keep that stuff away from me..."

Confused, and maybe just a tiny bit afraid, Genrou had to ask. "Can't hold yer liquor?"

The cerulean-haired man shook his head again, fianlly closing his eyes. "Not exactly. I suppose it could be reffered to as one of my weaknesses, no da..."

Satisfied with that answer, Genrou nodded and set his glass as well as the bottle on the edge of the table before approaching the smaller man. "Kinda funny...I don't know much a anything about you and yet... Tell me more about yourself, Chichiri. Where're you from, anyway?"

The kitsune stiffened briefly before looking down, a bit of a blush on his features. "I'm from...out of town...no da"

The redhead made a face as he leaned against the wall. "I know that. I was wonderin' where from?" After a moment of silence, Genrou realized he wasn't going to get a direct answer to this question and he sighed. "Okay, fine. How about this? How'd you get lost earlier?"

Chichiri couldn't hide the smile, even if he had tried. "Oh...I wasn't really lost, no da. You see, I had...seen you earlier...and..." he trailed off, his smile disappearring in a confusing swirl of thoughts. He had almost admitted his true identity to the mortal, a big no-no for kitsune. He shook his head, trying to sort out everything, convinced that the low level of his ki was to blame for his near mistake.

Unaware of the smaller man's inner turmoil, Genrou was leaning forward, grinning, wanting to know the truth. "And...?" he prompted.

The kitsune blushed as he looked up and met that peircing gaze. "I...pretended to be lost so..."

"So..?" The cerulean-haired man looked away, unable to finish the sentence lest the truth be revealed. Genrou's smile disappeared at the confused expression on Chichiri's face. "Ne...Chiri..." He reached over and touched his cheek, figners grazing lightly across his flawless skin. "I just wanna know more about ya..." The kitsune leaned into his hand almost nuzzling his rough palm the way a trusting animal would. "I can wait..if ya don't want to tell-"

"I"ll tell you..." he interupted softly.

Genrou cupped Chichiri's chin, tilting his head up so he could meet his gaze, smiling encouragingly. "Ok. I'll listen."

A look of guilt flashed through those mahogany orbs before the smaller man averted his gaze. "Not now..."

The redhead's smile softened before he pulled Chichiri into his arms, hugging him tenderly. "That's fine. I can wait." He angled his head down a bit, lips grazing across one pale cheek. "I just like bein' close to ya, that's all." Eventually, his lips found their way to his companion's, and he kissed him slowly, making the contact lasting and sweet.

Chichiri returned the kiss, his heart pounding with something exhillirating and terrifying.