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Chapter Thirteen

Unraveled

The brush of plush, velvet lips at his throat, the heavy weight of Hana pressing him into the mattress, the sweltering heat of his mate's desire singing in his head, the cool heat of his aura caressing him. All these drew him from dark confines of slumber into a world of tactile sensation. His fingers clenched and he gasped as reality rushed in to fill the void. Silky hair brushing over the sensitive tips of his fingers sent a multitude of sensory sensations straight to his brain. His senses seemed more alive as he returned to life, the smell and feel of Hana rushing over him, even as his presence pulsed in the back of his was disconcerting to his newly awakened senses. Hana's head lay, as it had the first time they'd lain together, in the alcove of his throat and shoulder his breath washing over the tender mark of his shivered in the cage of hot, heavy male, one of his arms was thrown to the side, the other curled around Hana's broad shoulders.

The long body that covered him was warmth, a heated silk designed to drive him insane. He lay sprawled beneath the man he would wake up with for the rest of his life, his head resting in a nest of pillows. Naked; legs parted, one knee high and pressed along Hana's sleek side. And oh, mmmnhh, his cock was pressed against Hana's. It was delicious; the feelings that the contact engineered in him. Warm pleasure swept up his back in a tingling rush and he tensed. His mates golden skin burned him, mini supernovas of heat that exploded at each collision point. Very slowly, he curled his hips, very deliberately stroking the turgid length of his erection against Hana's. He really had no defense against the desire that struck him, denial no where in his future as he gave in to the impulse. He felt electrified from the inside out, his back bowing slightly as a muted groan escaped his swollen lips, the sensation fed back to him through their foundling link on a double scale overwhelming.

"Oh." And then, "Hanabusa."

A deep sound of pleasured contentment rumbled out of Hana's chest. it spiked through in his mind. Contentment and need. Totally focused on him.

It was enough to send him running for the hills.

If he could that was.

If he had been willing.

But every tendon of Hana wrapped around Ichiru, from the way it felt. And every erogenous zone was lit up like a company Christmas party, daring him to take the first step. He didn't want to. Couldn't. The mental links seemed to coddle his every nerve,

Hana tensed and shifted, trying to free himself. It was a failure as far as epic failures went, Hana shifting with him so that he gained no footholds to freedom.

That would never happen again. He was too greedy for Hanabusa's touch.

That thought was slightly bitter, but insignificant in the wake of the bond that made it's presence known in the low, fierce throbbing in the back of his head. Hanabusa was there, the roots of his mind so entrenched in Ichiru's that the silver haired hunter knew that escape had eluded him on the ultimate level. Where he ended Hana began. Where Hana began he ended. It was a circle of vicious proportions for one who didn't like to be imprisoned. Yet here he was.

Mated.

Blooded.

Chained.

He felt it in the bright golden link that connected them, by the pulsing mark of ownership that throbbed at his throat, reveled in the hot, male prison that pressed him deep in to the sumptuous mattress.

His concerns melted,swirled away like so much excess water down a shower drain under the wanton greed that filled his soul. A greed that was returned twofold.

He gasped as the sensation was fed to him, his fingers tightening in such a way that Hana would only be able to move normally with his express consent. His body, following the blatant need, rippling sinuously, taking any contact with his mate that he can get. Eyes still clenched closed, he tried to make his fingers relax their grip, tried to distance himself from the pure emotions surging through him, the pure lust. But the earthly compulsion that had pushed him onto the balcony pushed him to stroke his body against the calescent form draping his. The heat simmered between them and he was at a loss to deny the burn as it ate through him. He needed Hana.

The sound that emerged from Hana this time was darker, a predator stretching to test the limits of its cage. It vibrated low in the darker parts of him that only Hana could expose, his body fully attuned to his mate.

He was the dawn to Ichiru's night, Ichiru the dusk of his day.

Perfect compliments.

It was exhilarating, enlightening. Frightening.

He finally opened his eyes, the mental bombardment overwhelming. Only to be overwhelmed by the physical. The expanse of Hana's splendid golden body stretched out before his eyes, slamming the physical element into him all over again. His lilac eyes drank in the sight of of the sculpted tendons that made up Hana's unrivaled physique, his hands itching to follow the clean lines. His response was raw. Elemental, the sound from his own throat one of carnal distress. The sight of Hana made him want to touch. To feel Hana filling him in other ways. He barely resisted the urge to run his hands down the perfect body, and knew when Hana gave a satisfied chuckle that he'd felt the impulse as well.

Soft hair grazed his throat and cheek when Hanabusa raised his head to look down at him, his eyes glinting with familiar warmth. The movement pressed them together tighter and Ichiru couldn't quite stifle the moan at the elevated contact of their bodies, quivering minutely. He licked his lips, trying to articulate.

"What-"

Hana anticipated his question, his blue eyes glowing down at him like heavenly sapphires. "You can't resist me. Your body, your mind recognizes me as your mate. As such it is only natural that you want to touch me. Want me." A brilliant smile transformed the dim light of the room to shining. "It will be this way until the end."

Ichiru blinked, eyes wide around the corners. "Forever?"

Hana stretched lazily atop him, deliberately, hot, golden skin sliding against warm, silver. Ichiru let out a sound of reluctant pleasure and smug delight filled his head. "Always."

Ichiru met his azure gaze, knowing that Hana could feel all of his emotions. The need, the want, the fear.

Hana huffed impatiently and suddenly Ichiru found himself half freed as his mate reared up, his hands stationed on the mattress near his head. His cock slid along Ichiru's forcing a small, breathy sound from him, his leg pressing harder against Hana as the decadent sensations speared down the center of him. It was like a breathless free fall you knew you couldn't stop until you hit the bottom. Hana repeated the motion, eyes intent on his face. Ichiru didn't look away, his own eyes at half mast. The dark glint of emotion in his mate's eyes fascinated him even as he shied away from it.

"Your fear is unwarranted."

"It's not," Ichiru countered softly, his eyes falling completely shut. The absence of sight heightened the tight feel of the mental links chaining him. Cautiously he flexed his mind, attempting to distance himself. The links snapped even tighter. He gasped, looking up at Hana again. "See?"

If he expected Hana to feel repentant, he was coloring with the wrong crayon. The trickling river of satisfaction became a flooding waterfall. Blue darkened to midnight. "I did warn you before you followed me."

An acute jab of pain permeated their shared link and Ichiru realized that it was his, the image of a vulnerable Hana covered in icy moonlight stabbing into him again.

Yes, that was why he was here, trapped underneath his mate like a sacrificial offering. As much as he felt like running from the intimate, possessing bond, the thought of Hana hurt bled his heart. He reached up with shaky hands, not willing to go through that again, slipping his fingers through glossy hair. He brought Hana back down to him, rubbing his lips hesitantly over his bonded's.

Surprise thumped the bond.

It was the first time that he'd initiated a kiss.

Indeed tonight seemed a night of firsts.

Hana groaned, settling his weight so that they were connected chest to cock. He didn't attempt to deepen the kiss, content, his prize within reach, to let Ichiru lead. Ichiru nipped his full, bottom lip in retaliation then flicked it over the non existent wound in silky persuasion. Instinct had him curling his other leg and he trembled as smooth skin caressed the inside of his thighs. He breathed harshly, angling his head to fit their lips together perfectly as Hana had taught him.

He wasn't content to let it stay platonic. He slid their mouths together, enjoying the tingling rush of pleasure. Hana's own parted slightly, inviting him inside. It was a challenge he couldn't resist. He wanted to soothe his mate, an irrational response to his fear, knowing that it only hastened his own surrender. With Hana's pleasure beating at him, he found that he didn't care.

Time seemed to freeze for the both of them as his tongue snuck out, breeching the slim opening, sliding past Hana's teeth, dipping into the lush heat of his mouth. The simmering fire between them burst into a burning firestorm with just that small, tentative touch. Intent on vanquishing the cold of Hana's pain, Ichiru pressed harder, opening his lips wider so that he could taste and touch. The sensitive grooves of Hana's mouth seemed to call to him and he let himself be coaxed inside, taking Hana's shuddering breath into him. He lapped at the nerve laden center of his tongue, curling his own around it in a slinky, sensuous tangle, trying to lure Hana into his own mouth. He wanted to feel Hana sinking deep inside of him, wanted that addictive, drugging pleasure that his mated had introduced into his world. His taste, like the sweetest, warmth ripened honey smothered the fear of losing himself, replacing it with a bewitching thrill that sang through their link. His body unwittingly joined the impromptu seduction, rocking slowing, teasing them.

He felt Hana's nails sink into the mattress beside his head, his control tightly balanced as he struggled to let Ichiru indulge. And indulge Ichiru did, learning Hana's weak spots with wanton forays that turned into a carnal battle as Hana sought to unravel him, his lips circling Ichiru's tongue and sucking gently.

"Mmmmh!" The pleading whine was indecent in the quiet of the room and Hana's reaction was instantaneous. He took over the kiss in a sweeping stroke, his mouth forcing Ichiru's wide for the sensual plundering, his hands releasing the mattress to curl around his hips. He held him down to slide the rigid length of his erection against his with firmer, faster strokes, the dampness of their arousal lending a silken friction to his movements. Ichiru's legs fell open bonelessly, the tension unbearable, his hands clutching at Hana's shoulders as he canted his hips to catch every lustful movement.

It shouldn't feel this good, the sensation of Hana's hot slick body against his, his tongue deep in his mouth, throwing him into a hedonistic free fall. But It felt so right that he couldn't tear himself away. Following Hana's lead he wrapped his lips around that talented tongue and sucked. Torrents of lust induanated the bond in waves and Ichiru groaned, hands stroking over his pliable skin. Hana broke the kiss and allowed his mouth to follow. A love bite bruised his shoulder, marked his chest with red, purple marks that would visible for days. He squirmed, trying to get closer as his emotional restraints broke. This was his mate and he could deny him nothing

He tore his mouth away in sudden desperation. "Hana!"

He didn't know what he was begging for but Hana did. Paralyzing triumph blazed between them as hands began to explore his body. His aura responded to his needs, cinching around Ichiru like a golden chain. An unsubtle reminder that he belonged to the golden one. Hana rose over him, on his knees between his spread thighs, separating them completely. His eyes flickered open in dismay, hands reaching for the source of his torment. "Don't-"

His frantic words were cut off when Hana pushed his legs wider, leaving him completely open to his gaze. Shadows of imperative need darkened his mate's eyes as they trailed over him, taking in every pale line of his body. Ichiru would have blushed if his need hadn't eclipsed the impulse. Hana's gaze was shadowed and hungry, leaving nothing untouched as it roved over him, stopping on the pale curve of his wet erection. The throbbing deep in his blood intensified, his cock standing at hard attention, pearly beads of pre cum trickling from the engorged head.

"So fucking beautiful." Hana's voice was hushed. Aroused. Deep with longing. "Can I touch you?"

"Ah-" Ichiru paused and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Yes." As if he needed to ask with the silverette almost undone before him. "I want you to."

The sound that rumbled out of Hana's chest belonged on some hot, sun drenched delta where kings ruled, his eyes so dark with desire they were almost black. And he resembled the predators that dominated that realm as he slid back over Ichiru, his lips skimming over the silver flesh of his thigh. They followed the sensitive curve, nuzzling into the cove where it met his body, tongue tasting lightly before moving on to his true prize.

Ichiru flinched at the sizzling backlash of Hana's mouth covering his tip. "Hana!" He tried to sit up, tried to get away as he saw exactly where this was headed. Hana's large hands shoved him back to the bed, his eyes lit with unmistakable command, mouth hovering. Those eyes promised his torment would be much more severe if he was not allowed his way. As if he weren't already torturing him with anticipation.

"You said that you would only touch!"

"I just want to taste you," Hana breathed and Ichiru glared down at him as balmy heat skated over his responsive skin. There was no just when Hana touched him. He'd unraveled him with just a few kisses, he could only imagine what would happen with Hana's hot mouth around him, sucking….

The blush he'd avoided moments ago flushed down his body at the thought and he looked away hoping that the loss of sight would cool down his heated flesh. But that only made it worse and he was unprepared when sultry heat encompassed the head of his straining cock. His eyes snapped back to his mate. Indeed, he seemed unable to keep the man out of his sights. His vision was a bit hazy as Hana sucked, his tongue flitting out, finding all of his weaknesses as Ichiru had done to him earlier. He mewled, his hips bucking up into that steamy mouth, watching as Hana slowly devoured his length. Every touch was magnified through the bond, the feedback from their feelings looping back to stun him. He was feeling Hana's mouth smoothing over the throbbing, pulsing veins, even as the taste of himself fired his tastebuds. It was beyond anything he'd ever felt and he flopped back onto the sumptuous pillows, the indescribable bliss making him lightheaded, his body mindlessly slave to the mouth sliding down his cock.

Hana's obvious appreciation of his taste filtered through the bond, acerbating the situation. The feel of lips slowly engulfing him to the base was dizzying. When his tip hit the back of Hana's throat his hands leapt up to twine in silky, golden hair, the needy whine issuing from his throat echoing off the walls. He was too caught up in the delirious delight to notice, his cock caught in the airtight grip of Hana's mouth, his senses ravished. But his mate did. He sucked, tongue tracing the thick veins that ran down his shaft, savoring every line, delighting in every reaction as Ichiru's fingers caught in his hair, his hip bucking up in helpless, mindless ecstasy. The wet heat surrounding him felt sublime and he assumed that it couldn't get better.

Hana purred.

And he was lost.

The vibration trembled up his spine in a sizzling display of orgasmic pleasure behind his abruptly close eyelids. He was helpless to stop as his cock jerked, creamy liquid spilling down his mate's throat in a grand wash. He thrust helplessly, caught in the wild river of completion, his body taut with the strain of it, buffeted as though he were a leaf in a strong wind. He sank back into his own skin, his throat raw as if he'd screamed on his way up. Hana took his sweet time relinquishing his pulsing, softening dick, tongue flickering to catch every last drop of his lost control.

Bleary reality swirled around him, minutes later as he attempted to recuperate. The soft sound of the bedside drawer open and closing didn't even register, Hana's heavy body returning to cover his completely. He was sensitive to the touch, the hands cupping his ass too much for his all ready devastated faculties. Cool, slick fingers slid over his opening as sharp teeth teased the hollow of his shoulder. "Hana," He protested weakly, "I can-"

"Would you deny me?" Commanding, ringed with darkness, that voice was everything he expected from a vampire mate. His body acted instinctively to the claim, his legs opening wider, obeying without qualm.

That infernal feel of satisfaction traveling through the bond then, "The bond is not complete. Only taking you completely will accomplish that. To leave you this way would only cause you pain Ichiru. The need you would feel to consummate the bond would be torture. And you need to feed."

Until this moment, he hadn't even thought about his bloodlust. The mention of it, brought his weakness to the fore. Gasping, he pushed his eyelids open, focusing on the golden vision in front of him. It was the thick, muscular line of Hana's throat. He swallowed, recoiling even as his body sought to make the decision for him. He shook his head, moaning with the sudden hunger. "I'm- I don-"

He would be thoroughly lost. No return would ever be available to him.

"Do you think there is now?" A slim finger smoothed around his anus, seeming to stroke over every individual crease, probing gently. "I've claimed everything thing that you are. Denying it would just be your stubbornness. You are mine and you always will be."

Ichiru opened his mouth to protest and it was lost as Hana pressed, breeching the portal of his body with a slow, slick, deliberate movement. His back bowed as the pad of said finger rubbed over the walls of his narrow opening, lodging within him as if it belonged there.

"I do belong here," Hana moaned. "So tight and perfect. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me. I think I'll stay inside you for an eternity." The finger withdrew and then pushed back in. Ichiru keened, tugging on Hana's hair, silently protesting. He felt full, the pinch of pleasure/pain driving him crazy. He was still sensitive from his recent orgasm, his body in no position to deny what his mate wanted when it was obviously what it wanted.

He frowned, employing the bond for the first time. You are taking advantage of this….connection.

Hana chuckled above him. Just as you are drawn to me, so am I to you. He retreated, adding a second finger to stretch him. Ichiru hissed. The second finger hurt more than the first. It felt as if Hana was trying to measure the limits of his body. As if he were searching.

Lips pressed against his neck over the mating mark, sucking and he faltered as pain and pleasure tangled within him. Teeth joined the fray and he exhaled strongly, his resistance breaking down like ice between strong teeth. His cock twitched, the twined sensations peaking his interest. And he could do nothing but accept it, the possessive strength of his mate overcoming his. The pads Hana's fingers rubbed over the walls off of his ass slowly, and the discomfort finally ebbed away, leaving his with nothing but the gratuitous feelings of want.

Hana teased him slowly, drawing out his desire, his fingers deliberately avoiding the spot that he knew would make the silverette beneath him shatter into a million pieces. Ichiru was not pleased, his hands swiping down his torso to cup Hana's ass trying to pull him in, his legs open obscenely wide as he tried to get his golden one to do more than touch him.

"Damn it!" He gasped finally. "Do something!"

"Do you want me inside of you?" The question was rhetorical. Hana could feel his urgency. He answered any way.

"Yes! Hurry! I can't- I can-"

Hana laughed softly, the torrid heat of his breath agitating his mark. "I find that I'm in the mood to oblige you."

Ichiru whimpered as the broad wet head of Hana's cock pressed against his opening, his fingers wrapped around the base of his thick shaft. His mate paused, his bright hair falling forward to cover them. It felt like heaven on Ichiru's overheated, stimulated skin, his nails digging into his skin. It hurt like nothing he'd ever felt, but being without Hana would hurt much worse so he ignored it and accepted his mate into his body. He didn't look away as Hana sank into his tight passage, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. Hana didn't look away either, his cerulean eyes taking in every nuance of his reaction, his absolute pleasure peaking through the bond. His fingers swiped through the wetness on his cheeks a moment before he leaned down and took Ichiru's mouth in a fierce kiss, that obliterated every thought in his head but him, sliding deep until he was seated to the hilt.

Ichiru's eyes slid shut completely, a tremulous cry escaping him. Hana filled him, pressed to the core of him, the pulse of his cock matching his heartbeat. Soft kisses fell on his face and throat, soothing away the pain. The world stilled as Ichiru adjusted around him. Suddenly hands were curled in his silver hair, tipping his head until his lips caressed the strong, corded tendons of Hana's throat.

"Drink."

There was no way that he could have said no at that point, with Hana covering him, his scent saturating the air that he breathed, his mate buried within him. His teeth scraped soft skin, sliding in until the potent taste of life flowed over his tongue. He moaned as he was hit on three fronts, the mental links compressing on him until he felt so wrapped up in Hana that he was sure he wouldn't ever be able to tell them apart.

"You feel so good." Hana's voice was husky with pleasure, the dark texture rubbing against him until he thought that he would go crazy. With his mouth full he could only respond mentally.

Move.

Hana chuckled. Are you sure?

MOVE.

As you wish.

He shuddered as Hana withdrew a small restrained distance then drove back into him fiercely. It was all he could do to keep his mouth at Hana's throat, the sensation of Hana moving inside him almost unbearable. The bond bloomed between them as Hana set up an aggressive rhythm, the thick club of his desire filling him to the limit, his blood an electric current inside him. He tore his mouth away from Hana's throat, his eyes flashing open, his gasping breath loud in the room.

Hana withdrew until just the head of his erection was lodged in the ring of muscle, his blue gaze holding Ichiru's as he slowly submerged the massive width of his cock in the heat of his body again, driving into the center of sensation, causing Ichiru to arch off the bed.

"Oh shit Hana! That's-

"Oh?"

His mate pulled out again and slammed back into him remorselessly, pressing solidly against his prostate. Overwhelmed, the riotous sensations running rampant through him, Ichiru reached for his aching, leaking cock only to have Hana push his hand aside.

"Only I can bring you to orgasm as is my right."

Hana smiled slyly. "And I don't think I want that to be any time soon."

He was true to his word and soon Ichiru was begging, Hana's erection moving smoothly in and out of his sleek channel, the day withering into another night, the pleasure slowly destroying them both, remaking them as the bond opened a new unexplored world.

TD

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