Heart of a Kitsune
*chapter 2
by Sakata Ri Houjun

Warning: Lemon abounds in this chapter, like I promised.

AN: So many elements contribute to the lack of ficcage from me: writer's block, fic contest deadlines, RL stress, burnt out computer moniter, exploration into new wonderful yaoi couples... But how could I forget my classic Tas/Chi fics that made me the authoress I am today? NEVER! For my loyal fans who review faithfully and email me with threats to finish this fic or that...I hear your voices and know what you want. I'm happy to oblige, but as an authoress I'm also growing still and if you did a check up on other stories I have here on ff.net, then you'd see that my intrests have opened up to more than just sweet bandit on monk romance.
But preperations are being made to update just about every fic on that list of unfinished works. I'll get some done soon, but most will be taken care off after Animazement.
BTW, if you're going to that convention, look me up! ^_^

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Staring up at the ceiling, the white fan silently turning in the darkness, Chichiri found sleep elusive, confusion rolling through his mind in a never-ending cycle just like the turning of that fan. Dinner had been filled with pleasent small talk, the kitsune turning on the cute charm that had never fialed him before, always tasting the mortal's desire upon the air. He had been certain that Genrou would be his tonight and that he'd be on his way back to his burrow by now.

Unfortunately, that plan had shattered the moment the redhead had chivarlously offered up his bed while he took the couch. Where the kitsune would have normally been angered and indignant, instead he felt disappointed and...touched. All though the night, the immortal being lay in the bed, dressed only in the cream-colored shirt and nothing else, hoping that Genrou would approach him in the night. Yet no one came.

Sighing softly, Chichiri sat up, pushing the sheets away from hsi bare legs and standing. If Genrou wasn't coming to him, then he'd go to the mortal. With each step across the carpeting, he could feel just how weak his ki was becoming. If he didn't succeed tonight, then he wasn't sure if he could attempt to secude a mortal again; it would take every ounce of his lifeforce to maintain his disguise as it was.

In the moonlight, he could easily see Genrou asleep on the couch, the colorful throw pillows he had admired before thrown haphazardly across the living room. the redhead's long limbs where draped everywhere, legs tangled up in a knitted blanket, giving the illusion that the mortal was sleeping in the nude as his bare torso rose and fell with every heavy breath, the noises bordering on snores. Chichiri was awestruk with how...innocent this man appeared in this state, guilt painfully gripping his heart.

Unable to resist, he continued to approach the sleeping mortal, his resolve in seducing him slipping away like a forgotten memory. He kneeled down, his face moving in closer to Genrou's, one hand gracefully lifting to touch those lax lips, a shiver working through his spine as his warm breaths gusted across his palm. However, before any contact could be made, golden eyes slipped open, catching the kitsune in the act.

"Chiri...?" he murmured blearily, focusing on the smaller man's startled face.

Ashamed, Chichiri lowered his eyes and his hand, a dark blush crossing his pale features. "Gomen... I couldn't sleep and..." He trailed off, unable to think of a proper excuse.

Genrou sat up, the blanket bunching up in his lap as he reached over, placing one hand on top of that fine cerulean hair, faintly shivering at the silky feel of it. "I was...dreamin' about ya..." he spoke softly, his hand moving to cup that finely-boned face, tilting it up so he could look into those dark eyes. "Looks like my dream sorta came to life..."

Chichiri blinked as the redhead's face loomed closer, those firm lips brushing up aaginst his momentarily, that simple touch sending his heartbeat to new speeds. "I...dreamed about you too..." he whispered breathlessly, that simple half-truth eliciting a smile from the mortal that made the kitsune practically melt.

Genrou kissed him warmly, his hands tracing the contours of the smaller man's back. Chichiri clambered onto the couch, straddling Genrou's legs, moaning into the kiss. His newfound lover gently probed his tongue against Chichiri's lips, wanting to deepen the kiss. The kitsune opened his mouth obligingly, settling down nicely upon the redhead's lap, hands tangling in his hair. Within heartbeats, a slick and warm tongue plunged into Chchiri's mouth, tasting this smaller man, his hands settling on his firm rear, pulling him closer.

Chichiri gasped into the kiss, his mouth opening wider, not used to being claimed like this, not used to this new sensation building within him, unfamiliar yet...exhillirating. Genrou broke the kiss, nosing at Chchri's neck a bit. "How far...do you wanna take this?" he whispered breathlessly as he niped at the other man's neck lightly.

"As far....as you want to...take me..." Chichiri moaned as he tossed his head back. Genrou was more than happy to continue kissing down that slender neck a bit before returning to his tantilizing mouth, his hands sliding up under the creamy shirt, craving to feel his skin under his hands. The kitsune squirmed on the redhead's lap, crying out his pleasure at each touch and caress, his own hands gipping sailent biceps, his body pleading for more. The redhead pulled at the buttons on his shirt up, slipping the cloth open as he explored higher, one hand pinching a nipple firmly.

"Hai!" Chichiri cried out, figners diging in further in Genrou's arms, his erection pressing firmly into that washboard stomach through the woven blanket. Genrou descended his lips on the remaining nipple, sucking gently. The smaller man tilted his head down, lustful eyes watching that sensual mouth devouring his flesh, arms slipping around his shoulders tightly. "Genrou..."

The redhead removed his mouth, peering up at Chichiri. "Ya know...you taste better...than any kinda chinese we ate tonight...I might have to come back for seconds." He licked the nipple again teasingly to illustrate his point.

Chichiri laughed breathlessly, fingers stroking his silken hair. "What about me, no da?"

"What about you?" Genrou questioned before kissing him lightly on his mouth. "I'm gonna be the one to eat you, ne? Gods...you're perfect..you know.."

"I have to be..." he responded cryptically, lapping at his cheek, tongue quick like a cat.

"Naze?" he asked before tugging his shirt down his shoulders, attempting to remove it.

Chichiri removed his arms, showing his perfectly formed body underneath, pale and luminescent. "How else would I please you?"

Genrou tossed the shirt aside, his eyes eagerly raking across the flawless flesh. "By being cute, which you also are. That and yer damn sexy." He ran his hands down Chchiri's sides, a lustful grin spreading over his face. "Can I ask why you chose me? You're so damn beautiful...I would think you'd be with someone better than me." He pressed his forehead to Chichiri's, his expression melting into one of seriousness.

The kitsune's eyes darted about nervously, not wanting to meet that sincere gaze. "I... I wanted you..." he stammered out, biting his lip, blushing deeply.

Genrou tilted head a bit and gently niped at Chichiri's flushed cheek. "Why me, though?"

"Because..." he whimpered, leaning into that teasing mouth. "Becasue..."

The redhead continued to nuzzle his cheek, hugging him warmly, encouragingly. "Because...?"

"I... wanted you..." His figners dug into sun-kissed skin, holding him tightly to his body.

"Demo...that doesn't answer the question, does it?" He grinned as he ran his fingers through Chichiri's long hair, nipping at his earlobe.

Chichiri gasped in delight, finding it hard to compose a lie with this delicious distraction. "Genrou... I want you..."

The redhead smiled softly, pressing his hips firmly against the other man's. "How much?"

The kitsune found himself panting heavily, almost clawing at his back. "So much. Onegai."

Genrou pulled away and the kitsune reached out, touching, groping, feeling like a blind man, wanting Genrou more than anything, even more than supplementing his ki. The mortal took one of Chichiri's hands in his, kissing those delicate fingers gently before reaching for the blanket that was draped across his lap. "I'm gonna have to get up for a sec..."

Chichiri whimpered helplessly, eyes riveted to the beautiful sight before him, heart racing unbeliveably fast. His lover got off the couch, sliding the silken shorts down his strong legs. The forest spirit watched, eyes riveted to Genrou's body, unable to look away even if he should try, lips moving to form soft words that blossomed from his heart. "...love..."

Genrou look up curiously, smiling slightly at the sound of that one word, his face flushing lightly. "Love? Love what?"

Desperately, the kitsune reached for him, though he remained sitting, eyes melting into twin pools of heated wine. "...you..."

The redhead couldn't help but grin a bit more, showing his fangs, before crawling atop Chichiri, hovering over him. "Like what you see?"

The cerulean-haired spirit pulled him down, closer, smiling up at him, letting the newfound sensations spill from his heart, feelings that this mortal alone seemed to inspire within him. "Hai... I do..."

Closing the distance between them, Genrou slowly caressed his lips to the smaller man's, whispering, "So do I."

The ageless being melted into the kiss, returning it with equal frevor. The redhead hugged him closer, moaning as he pressed his hips against Chichiri's again. The smaller man tore his lips away from the kiss to cry out, moaning, "Genrou... motto..."

Genrou pressed his lips to Chichiri's neck, peppering it with light kisses and nips which made the kitsune blush. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

The taller man nodded, looking into his mohogany eyes. "I do. I know...it sounds crazy, seein' that we just met...but I want you, not just now but...for always..."

Chichiri blushed deeply, averting his shame-filled eyes. "Genrou..."

"I won't force you..." he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity as he kissed him again. Chichiri closed his eyes, tears escaping to which Genrou gently brushed away with his thumb. "Chiri... You ok?"

The kitsune nodded, smiling softly, gently. None of his past victims had ever treated him like this. He would seduce them and they would fall for his bait, wanting the sex he offered, no thought or emotion behind their actions. But then this redhead not only treated him as though he were a precious jewel, he also managed to steal his own breath away... Genrou had achieved the impossible...he had won the love of a kitsune.

Oblivious, the taller man leaned down to kiss him softly on the cheek. "Good." he whispered, nuzzling the moist flesh, unaware of his feat in the eyes of the kitsune Chichiri wrapped his arms tightly around Genrou, turning his head to kiss him passionately, more tears streaming from his eyes. The mortal returned the kiss eagerly, his hand sliding behind the smaller man's head, burying itself in his luxurious cerulean hair.

Chichiri parted his mouth, wanting the redhead to claim him. He had been so used to being dominant; his ability to subsist off of lifeforce was attained through intercourse, but only if he was the one claiming his victim. However, he wanted Genrou to take him. And sure enough, his lover slid his tongue into Chichiri's mouth, tasting the smaller man, his free hand sliding down to rest on his hip, causing him to jerk slightly.

Genrou broke the kiss, gently brushing away his beloved's tears again with a soft smile, a fang poking out over his lower lip slightly as he leaned back, placing his hands on Chichiri's thighs and parting his legs. "If ya get too uncomfortable or anything and want me to stop, I will."

The kitsune widened his eyes slightly, a bit of understanding dawning within. It felt so different to be on the reciving end...but...he wanted this. "Genrou..."

The redhead leaned forward again to nuzzle Chichiri's chest, tasting his rapid heartbeat beneath his lips. "Hai?"

Chichiri tilted his head back, sighing softly. "I want you to take me...make me yours..."

Genrou smiled, his heart leaping with joy at the invitation. "I will then, cause you want me to." He kissed one of his love's nipples before adding, "Not that I don't want to."

The forest spirit sighed, one hand tangling in that lengthy orange hair. "Yes... If you love me, then become one with me..."

Genrou slid one hand along Chichiri's body before gently gripping his lover's length, stroking it lightly. "I do..."

The samller man arched up, crying out suddenly. "Oh, Genrou!"

"But first," The redhead added before kissing his lover's abdomen lighlty. "I'm gonna do this." And he moved his hand a bit faster along the steely length.

His muscles jerked underneath his lips, his whole body trembling under that stroking hand driving him mad with passion. "Yes!" Genrou pressed another kiss to his lover's abdomen, kissing down towards his arousal, pausing at his belly button to gently dip his tongue into it, trying not to tickle him. Chichiri gasped, figners tightening in his hair, arching up towards that warm mouth. "Onegai!" The redhead moved his head lower, stopping just as the base of his arousal and then moving up to gently place a kiss on its tip. The kitsune jerked his body again, almost violently, such new sensatons flooding him. Never before had he felt this way. "Motto..."

Genrou lightly licked the tip before taking it into his mouth, wanting to please his love. The cerulean-haired spirit tossed his head back and forth, a scream escaping him, but his lover firmly held his hips down, sucking on the length. The kitsune fought desperately against the restraints, hands in a deathgrip upon Genrou's head. "Onegai!"

The taller man moved his head until only the tip remained in his mouth, before reclaiming the length, repeating the motion at a maddeningly slow pace. Tears of fustration slowly began building in the kitsune's eyes, more cries of torture escaping his lips. Genrou rested one arm across his waist, holding him down more securely, his other hand moving to tease his swollen sac, causing whimpers to escape the writhing creature, whole body covered in a sheen of sweat. "Oh please..."

Genrou gently probed his love's entrance with one finger, teasing the tight ring of muscle, his head still moving, though a bit faster. Chichiri panted and gasped for breath, so close to his release. Then his lover inserted the tip of that solitary digit into him, slowly pressing it past the resisting flesh, causing the kitsune to cry out, his uppper body leaving the couch entirely, his essense spilling from him in a hot rush. "Genrou!"

The redhead moved his head back quickly, trying not to choke as Chichiri emptied himself, having not been entirely prepared. Slowly, he removed his mouth, swallowing as he looked back up at his lover. Chichiri could only pant heavily, winding down from that tremendous orgasm, body trrembling slightly.

Genrou leaned up to kiss him lightly. "Daijoubu, Chichiri?"

The kitsune kissed him back, weakly, lips trembling. "Oh yes... thank you..."

His lover smlied, nuzzling his cheek. "Yer quite welcome, demo...I'm not done yet."

Flushing because he knew perfectly well just what was coming next, Chichiri nodded. "I know..."

Genrou kissed him again firmly, the still embedded finger moving inside him a bit. The kitsune parted his legs as widely as the couch would allow him, moaning sweetly into the kiss at the intrustion, his lover gently stretching him before pressing another finger deep inside his body. Chichiri panted now, his length reawakening, sending a shiver through his tired and drained body. The redhead looked down at Chichiri, his fingers gently moving in a slow rythm. "Aishiteru."

The kitsune gasped, body moving against the intrusion. "Hai...aishiteru..." Genrou kissed him again gently, his free hand moving up to pinch one of his nipples, a third digit pressing into his tight entrance, causing Chichiri to writhe about with a gasp. "Genrou..." At that soft murmur, his lover continued to gently stretch him, wanting to make sure he didn't hurt him more than necessary. "So...gentle...Genrou..."

"I don't want to hurt ya, Chiri." he whispered while slowly removing his fingers.

"I know..." he returned, smiling at him lovingly.

Genrou slowly positioned himself at his lover's entrance, gripping his slender hips lightly, golden eyes boring into those heated pools of cinnamon. "Ready?"

Chichiri nodded, eyes locked steadily with Genrou's, even as the redhead gently began to enter him. Though he went slowly, Chichiri still winced slightly at the abrasion. He reached out, trying to pull Genrou closer, wanting this. Golden eyes closed tightly as Genrou leaned down to kiss Chichiri, causing the kitsune to squeeze his lover's hips with his thighs, making his passage smaller yet also tugging the redhead further into him. The taller man gasped at the sudden tightness, moaning as more of his member was engulfed by it, still trying to restrain himself from moving too quickly.

"Enter me...become one with me...onegai..." Chichiri pleaded. Genrou could only nod, unable to hold back any longer, and entered his lover entirely, pressing his lips to Chichiri's as their hips met, fitting perfectly like two peices of a puzzle. The kitsune whimpered into the kiss, feeling as though he were being torn in two, yet feeling so liberated. Taking pity on his lover, Genrou wrapped his arms around Chichiri, burying his nose into his love's neck with a soft sigh.

"Thank you..."

The redhead chuckled a bit, pressing his lips to his neck. "For what this time, exactly?"

Chichiri turned his head, kissing Genrou back to avoid the question. "Isn't there more?"

"Hai, demo I wanna make sure yer ready for me to move on."

The kitsune nodded eagerly. "Always ready for you...love..." Genrou shifted his hips slightly, moving his hands to rest on Chichiri's waist again before moving a bit more causing a throaty moan to escaping his lover, back arching. "Oh gods..." The redhead gasped as well before pulling his member back and then pushing into his lover again. Chichiri could only thrust back, crying out, louder this time.

The taller man continued this patten, slowly at first, gaining speed with each thrust. Chichiri clung tightly to him, head tossed back in abandon. Unable to resist, Genrou leaned down to press a kiss to his lover's neck, one hand wrapping around the neglected member. "I want you...to come with me...Chiri..."

"Yes...oh yes..." The kitsune moved his hips, wanting release, needing it. His lover moved his hand in time with their rhythm, his tongue tracing a wet trail along his neck. Chichiri jerked out of rhythm, his body reacting automatically, his seed splattering all over his chest and his lover's hand as he cried out his second release that night. "Genrou!"

Instantly, the redhead found his release just after his love, those blissfully tight muscles clamping down around his member. "Chichiri!" The kitsune gasped at the feeling of being filled to overflowing with Genrou's essence, holding him tightly against his trembling and sweaty body until he felt the redhead sigh, strong arms hugging him back.

"I love you..."

"I love you too." Genrou echoed before kissing him.