Author's Note: Damn it! Tech fail hit me again! It was a good thing that I didn't lose anything this time. This was a big halo as it is. I would be pissed if I had to write it again. There is quite a few steamy parts in this. Mikado is quite the busy boy. (I do plan to have him more busy as the season goes along.) I have been sitting on this idea for quite sometime ever since I saw the movie, Twilight Supper, last year. Since then, I just had to write it out. I already have the seeds for next week's halo spinning in my head. Meanwhile, I am hard at work with the Halloween special. For now, enjoy this week's long and steamy halo.

Halo Nine: Sinners:

Christmas Eve

In the wee hours of the morning, not everyone was sound asleep.

Marin sat on her knees in service to her emperor. She had her light blonde and colored hair tied back in a ponytail for this. Mikado sat on the edge of the bed in front of her. His erect cock was shoved deep between her plump lips. Her tongue glided along the hardened skin. She had plenty to work with. Marin's head bobbed up and down as she settled into her rhythm. The half-succubus worshipped that cock like it was her god. Meanwhile, his hand was pressed down against the back of her head.

Marin had her eyes closed, getting lost in her early morning delight. She and him had mastered the art of fucking quietly.

This tryst would be one of many on this Christmas Eve.

-Yorokibi-

Ah, Christmas Eve. Everyone thinks that it is a time to be happy and pure.

Do forgive me. I was trying not to laugh at that last part. I'm fine now. Now, where was I? Oh yes, everyone thinks that Christmas Eve is a time to be happy and pure. Well you're not going to find that here, dear reader. This is the winter that is going to suck everything into the void. Dramatic? You can say that.

Anyway, two of my favorite boys are stumbling through the lusty hells of their making. Do I sound like I am saying that like it's a bad thing? I don't mean to. I don't kink shame after all. I am the overlord of pleasure after all.

I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff of the air.

Mmm… Yes!

There's so much going on today. We're just going to focus on two of my favorite boys today. Let's see what Mikado and Masaomi are up to today.

He's already forgotten what her name was. Masaomi doesn't even remember the names of half of the girls he's slept with. He's told himself that it didn't matter. Most of the time, the former shogun never saw them again.

However, he can't seem to shake this one.

She's seemed to have deluded herself into thinking that she is in love. You know the type. The kind of girl that will wait for "the one". The kind of girl that will fall hard and fast with the first guy who will shower her with love and affection. They are convinced that this is the lover that will be with them forever. They start dreaming about their future together. Those girls believe that the honeymoon phase of the relationship will go on forever.

Those poor, poor girls. The rejection always comes as a rude awakening for them. I almost feel bad for them.

Almost.

Masaomi doesn't have the heart to break it off. But he doesn't know what to do. The boy looked down at this dreamer of a girl. She looked so happy in her sleep. The first that she's felt happy in a long time. The girl's probably dreaming about her wedding to him right now. She has no idea.

The former shogun looked down and shook his head. This was supposed to just be another easy lay. Now, she just won't leave. He doesn't know how to make her go away. This girl, let's call her Misa, keeps talking about fate and soulmates. Masaomi did try to push back last night.

"I don't believe in soulmates," he said. Misa looked up at him with disappointment in her eyes.

"What?" she asked. Masaomi shrugged in bed.

"I just don't," he said.

"How could you?" she asked. The boy shook his head. Misa frowned.

"Tell you believe in true love, at least," she pleaded. She kept making it worse for herself. She wasn't going to like the answer. Why doesn't she stop while she's ahead? It's almost like she's looking to get hurt. He is going to hurt her.

Misa rested her head on Masaomi's chest. He already knew what was coming next. How long was he going to let this charade go on? It should be time to stop this. Stop this before everyone ends up regretting it.

"I love you," she said in a soft voice.

"But you don't know anything about me," Masaomi said. Misa looked up at him. The pain has never left her eyes. Why doesn't it sink in? She's just about to make it worse.

"But I feel like I've known you all of my life. You are my soulmate," she said. There it was. The s-word. This time, Masaomi tried not to laugh. Misa smacked him in the chest.

"Ow," the boy whispered.

"I'm serious!" she said. Masaomi knew that she is. However, she doesn't know that he can't love anymore. He had no heart. To let this linger on was cruel.

Masaomi better stop this or she was going to be headed for tragedy. I can already see Misa's future if he doesn't.

Mikado started to remember what was coming next. Yokubo has come back to him again. She just wants to play with her little plaything. Last night, that pretty little tadpole heard her speaking again. First time was in his dreams again.

He found himself back in that red spider lily field. The lemony perfume was enough to make his head swim. He started to panic.

No… Not this again.

Feminine giggling filled the air. Mikado nervously lifted his head. A curvaceous figure was walking through the flowers toward him. That little tadpole boy gulped as his body went stiff. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest. It was her. What more did she want from him? When she got closer, Yokubo gave him a sexy little pout. She vanished in a flash before his eyes. However, the boy wasn't fooled. Once glance behind him and his mistress was behind him. Her hands ran all over his body.

"Aw, don't be afraid of me," Yokubo purred in his ear. "I just wanted to see you again." Mikado started to breathe heavily.

"What do you want from me?" he asked. My sister giggles and licked him on the ear lobe. He felt himself being pulled back into her clutches. Though, Mikado did try to resist.

"This isn't right!"

"Then walk away. I'm not forcing you to do anything. Personally, I find no pleasure in making my prey do anything." Her hands rubbed on his body before they found their way to the hem of his shirt.

"Besides, I am more turned on when they come to me oh so willingly. It's so sexy to see the wanton desire in their eyes. I take delight in knowing that I didn't make that happen." Her words were so hypnotic. Her voice reminded Mikado of a seasoned siren. He shook his head and tried to break free of her grasp.

"Get away from me!" That beautiful tadpole whipped around. Yokubo smirked at him. He stood panting. His captor threw up her hands.

"Fine," she said. "I can wait." Yokubo vanished into thin air. But not before leaving him with some parting words.

"Cover your eyes. Hide me in your spine."

Oh? What is this over here? It appears that Mikado might have to talk to the mother of his child after all. Marin already headed out for the day. She kissed him on the forehead.

"I'll be back," Marin said. "I just have to go a pick up a couple of things." Mikado didn't say a word as he stared at her. One of his many side flavors smiled as she vanished into thin air. His brain was still recovering from the tryst before.

Mikado snapped back to his sense when he heard a knock on his door.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"I'm coming," Anri said in a soft voice. Mikado shifted in place on his bed as the door opened wider. His girlfriend poked her head inside. The couple stare at each other for a moment.

"Is something wrong?" Mikado asked. Anri shook her head.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Is it dreams again?" His girlfriend slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She kept her eyes to the floor. Mikado doesn't know how he can help her. He held out his arms instead. Anri hesitated for a second before she walked over to her boyfriend. However, she stopped halfway. Mikado lowered his arms.

"I'm sorry," she said. The tadpole boy shook his head.

"No, it's fine," he said. Anri walked over and sat next to him on the bed. They didn't speak for a moment. Both of them have a million questions for each other, but the words don't seem to want to come out. They couldn't even look at each other.

It is the tadpole who breaks the silence.

"I'm in serious trouble," I said. He pressed his lips together for a second.

"I mean… serious trouble," Mikado said. He turned and looked at Anri. His eyes trailed down to her stomach. He couldn't sense the child yet. How long before that changed? He clenched his fists in his lap.

"I'm not going to lie to you anymore," Mikado said in a low voice. "There are… There are some… unsavory things that I might have to tell you." Anri reached out to embrace him.

"Don't," the tadpole said, putting up his hand. He dropped his shoulders.

"I love you, but don't touch me," Mikado said in a soft voice. Anri lowered her hands. The beautiful little tadpole lifted his chin. There was so much that he wanted to say. But it didn't want to come out. She was one of the people that he needed to talk to but couldn't. Why couldn't he just spit it out? Mikado was scared. He's scared that he might have killed his beloved when he sowed his seed. He's scared that he put a target on her back. He's scared of what is about to happen again. He's scared that he'll fall back into his old habits to cope. He's scared that he's going to lose everything after this child is born. He's scared that he will destroy the happiness that he is so desperate to cling to.

She wasn't the only one he needed to talk to.

Masaomi hated the looks of pity everyone gave him. They were silently judging him. He wanted to yell at them to stop looking at him like that. They wouldn't understand. This was all he could do to feel something.

Liar.

Masaomi stared at himself in the mirror in the early hours of the morning. The flashlight from his cell phone was the only source of light. What does he see?

He's grown to hate himself. Not much has changed, but the boy doesn't like what he sees. This wasn't the usual self-loathing and guilt that he felt when he was still with his beloved Saki. No, this is different. This felt… heavier. Almost like he's ashamed of what he's become. But he can't stop. It's like part of him doesn't care what happens to him anymore. So why doesn't he tell the truth?

It would be so easy to cry for help. Just admit that he had a problem and ask for help. His friends would be more than happy to help.

He shook his head. But why? It would be so easy. Just tell the truth and get help. Something inside of him won't let him do that. Almost like something is telling him that he deserves this self-inflicted pain. Surely, he doesn't truly believe that. His little sexcapades can't be a penance for something he vaguely remembers.

So why doesn't he just speak up?

"Masaomi-kun?"

He froze in place. Oh yeah, she was still here, wasn't she? Masaomi as he took one more look at himself in the mirror. There was still the issue with Misa. Misa and that other woman who claimed him as her "boyfriend". Oh yeah, she was still in the picture too. What was her name again? Masaomi frowned as he tried to think. He gave up halfway and went back to his futon.

It was too early for him to have a crisis of morality.

Personally, I don't get it. Humans are taught to be ashamed of their bodies. They are taught that sex is something to be ashamed of. They just need to open themselves and be free with their eroticism. The humans wouldn't be so stressed out and violent if they got some.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just thinking out loud. Now where were we? Oh yes. We were talking about our boys.

Mikado just couldn't bring himself to tell Anri about the visions that he kept having. They are some pretty juicy ones too. My personal favorite is the Witch. You know, I have seen her myself too.

She is chained down to a tree in the middle of a lake. Though, chained isn't really an accurate term. More like she is chained but the tree is growing out of her body as well. The branches are flowing with her lifeblood. You and Mikado could be forgiven for mistaking her as a bride with her long white dress. Despite the tree growing out of her body, she is pretty much alive. She always has two large ravens chained down to keep watch over her. Why they are watching her, even Mikado can't figure that one out.

This isn't the first time he has seen her in his dreams either.

He had visions of her the night he and Anri's son was conceived. This witch was starting to plague him again. There's another vision that is starting to plague him as well. We will give into that one later.

I know the perfect topic to focus on right now.

My dear sister, Yokubo.

She's got her claws deep into our boy Mikado. Oh yes. She's addicted to that tadpole dick. I'm starting to see why. Granted, I haven't partaken in the taste of these tadpoles just yet. But I will get there. I just need to try and pick one to sample.

I digress.

Anyway, she's starting to come to him every night. It doesn't matter if he's alone or not anymore. Yokubo is determined to have Mikado—no matter what it takes. I know this because I have seen her do it countless times.

However, this game is different.

It takes a special kind of man to hold my sister's attention for this long. There might be something to these tadpoles. Ever since her battle with Mikado, Yokubo won't let him go. I really might have to look into these beautiful creatures later.

December 21, 2015

She's at it again.

Mikado's nostrils filled with the scent of blood, perfume, and lemon. The tadpole boy yanked his eyes open. He found himself in a bed in the middle of that damned spider lily field. His stomach turned as that sinking feeling of where this was going. The boy didn't want to be back here. He tried to get out of the bed made up of white linen sheets, but his body wouldn't obey. Mikado clenched his teeth and shut his eyes.

No, not again.

The tadpole already saw what was coming next as graceful fingers caressed his skin. He could feel her hot breath on his ear. Her words began to fuck with his head.

"The body has limits, but the mind doesn't."

Something about that sentence sounded so relaxing. Mikado eased into place. A croaked little smile spread across his face. Sharp nails traced down his chest. She kept working her hooks into him. Yokubo just needed a little bit longer to push him deeper into his clutches.

This winter was the perfect time to do it.

Fast Forward to the evening of Christmas Eve. It would appear that Cutie Aphrodite and my sister's poison are taking root.

Mikado was in the company of an older man. The man in question looked to be around his early to mid-forties. Rather decent-looking guy, if you ask me. He looked so nervous. He's never done this before. He kept his eyes on Mikado's back. How did they come to this?

The boys went out to look for Sonomi. With no luck, they took a break at a local café in Shinjuku. However, Masaomi was overcome with the charm and pheromones that Mikado was giving off. So much so that he succumbed to his desires and kissed his best friend. So freaked off, Mikado took off running in a panic. When he took a breath, he ran into his new… "friend". Just like Masaomi, this man has fallen smitten with our tadpole.

Now, Mikado and the man were in a small hotel room together. Our boy is getting ready. The water from the sink running drowned out the silence. The man sat naked on the bed, nervously. He already had his watch, credit cards, ID, cash, wedding band, and business card stuffed into his shoes. It was he who checked him and the beautiful tadpole in under fake names. Now that he had time to sit and think, the salaryman didn't know what he was thinking. He found himself on the fence about what to do. The man could just leave quietly or he could see where this night was going to go.

Let's take a little tour through his psyche, shall we?

This man is happily married with a six-year-old daughter. He's got a standard salary job. Just another figure to tow the life in Japanese society.

However, he's always been a bit… curious.

His first kiss was with a boy at the age of twelve. He and this boy grew close over the summer. His father was a closed-minded man with a fragile ego. That man came from a world where "men were men" and women just had to be quiet and fulfill their "wifely duties". If he got mad, he took it out on his family. Because of this, Mom closed off her heart and took it. Due to this miserable existence, the boy was alone.

That summer in the mountains, he met a boy his age. The two got close in those short weeks together. It was the other boy who wanted to know what it was like to kill another boy. He might have been gay. He might have been curious. Either way, his words stirred something in the lonely boy. And so, it happened. The smaller boy was the one to make the first move.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. The lonely boy's cheeks turned light pink.

"Um… uh… well… uh…" he said as he rubbed the back of his head. His younger friend smiled.

"Close your eyes," he said. The lonely boy didn't argue as he slowly closed his eyes. His friend leaned and kissed him on the lips. The other boy couldn't wrap his head around what to think. This was outside of what he taught was the "norm". He had never imagined something like this. It was… kind of nice.

Too bad his father came at the wrong time and caught the boys in a kiss. To say that he was furious would be an understatement. His words still rang out in his head.

"No son of mine is going to be an 'f'!"

That cold bastard beat his son's friend within an inch of his life. The boy ended up in a coma for two years. At least that was the rumor. The boy and his parents flew before anyone found out.

Since then, this salaryman had to hide his true self. He could only breathe again once his father died. Still, that lonely boy went down the path that he was forced to take. He did it all with no complaints. The salaryman got a job, got married, and had a kid. However, the wonder of that kiss lingered with the man. That curiosity never left. Throughout high school and college, he found himself surrounded by beautiful men. The salaryman did have crushes here and there. But he never got the chance to act on them. He never even got to experiment in college.

That was until tonight.

The salaryman looked up when the water turned off. He lifted his head as the door creaked open. Mikado slowly walked out of the bathroom. The tadpole stood in all of his naked glory. He too had no idea why they were going to do this. Both of them could've stopped this any time they pleased. No one was making them do this. The salaryman's face turned bright red as sexual arousal filled his eyes.

"So that's what you are," he whispered in awe. Mikado shifted in slight discomfort. He should be used to lovers and potential lovers seeing him naked. This still forward awkward. Now, our beautiful creature was of slender build with no bulky muscle. Still, the boy did have abs. Some of the girls wondered where those came from.

The salaryman sank to his knees in front of this beautiful creature.

"Please!" he pleaded as he grabbed Mikado by the hands.

"Hey!" the younger man shouted.

"Please… Let me… kiss you," his "date" said. He had a desperate look in his eyes. He looked like a little child begging for candy. Mikado saw the demon on the man's shoulder. Shame. Hidden feelings. Curiosity. Desire.

"Are you sure you want this?" Mikado asked.

"Yes!" the man said, almost begging by now. The tadpole's own body felt hot. He woke up something inside of this man and it would be cruel to let it go back to sleep.

"Fine," Mikado said. "You may kiss me." The salaryman stood up straight.

"Thank you so much! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" he repeated. The man stood up and kissed Mikado on the lips. The boy froze at first before he kissed back. His "date" kissed him like he was drinking life-giving water. Mikado felt like he was struggling to breathe in intense waves. He's slept with men before, but he's never had sex with a complete stranger before in this timeline. Our boy doesn't know how to handle it, but he doesn't stop.

The older man dropped onto the bed. Mikado climbed on top. The salaryman had a desperate confused look in his eyes. He breathed heavily with dilated pupils. He gulped as he stared up at this beautiful boy.

"Please… I've never done something like this before," the salaryman said in a low voice. Mikado gently put his finger to the man's lips. His "date" slowly went quiet. He stared deep into the younger man's eyes. Strange… Did those pretty blue eyes get darker? The salaryman gulped again. When did this room get hotter?

"I know," Mikado said in a low voice. The older man started to speak but that beautiful creature shushed.

"Just let me do all of the work," the tadpole said. His "date" stared up at him.

"You'll do all the work?" he asked.

"Yes," Mikado said. He leaned down and kissed him on the lips. The salaryman relaxed and kissed him back. He slowly inched his tongue into his mouth. His "date" moaned.

"Just relax," Mikado whispered. "Just relax." His words flowed out of his mouth like honey. The tone and rhythm surprised even him. What am I saying? This… This isn't me at all.

So why isn't he stopping this ride?

"Turn over," Mikado said in a low voice. The salaryman looked bewildered.

"You want me to turn over?" he asked.

"Yes," Mikado said. His blue eyes looked so dark and cold. The salaryman shivered as he turned over onto his stomach. The tadpole boy had no emotion on his face.

"Good boy," he said. The tadpole reached into thin air and pulled out a condom. His "date" tried to look behind at the sound of the wrapping being torn open.

"Face forward," Mikado told him. He didn't have to raise his voice to have control. The salaryman faced forward without question. The beautiful tadpole looked cold as he slid the condom on. He reached back into that thin air and pulled out a fresh bottle of lube.

This is the second top I've seen our boy top. He's still improving, but you wouldn't know that if you have the chance to fuck him. The salaryman seemed to melt into bliss. Yes! He's always dreamt of an encounter like this! Why not make his dream come true? See? He loves it!

"Harder! Please… fuck me harder!"

Mikado grabbed him by the hair. How could he say no to such a good boy? The salaryman grabbed onto the sheets as tightly as he could. The beastly sounds coming from his mouth has a strange effect on the tadpole. It was like falling under a trance. Soon, it felt like Mikado wasn't in control of his body anymore. All that mattered was that this experiment had to happen. Their moans filled the room. All thoughts of morale, panic, fears, and dread got drowned out in animalistic pleasure.

Mikado reached his limit around the same time that the salaryman did. The older man collapsed onto the bed. He lay there, panting. Mikado turned his face to his. His "date's" face was a deep crimson color. The tadpole thought about saying something, but nothing came to his mouth. In the end, he decide to say nothing. The man slowly drew his eyes closed. He muttered one more thing before he dozed off to sleep.

"Thank you."

There's another vision that Mikado kept having.

He opened his eyes in the cold. It looked like he was in the middle of an empty ballroom. Only fancy-looking chairs sat against the wall as if they were waiting for something. Or someone. The only source of light came from the dim moon from the open windows. Dead vines covered the walls. He wanted to say that he didn't know why he was here, but that wasn't true, was it? This was yet about trick from Yokubo.

No, this wasn't her. This was from someone different. Mikado couldn't place from who it was. However, he could see one clue in the dim light.

The tadpole could make out a figure in the center of the room. The first thing he noticed was the long white lacy wedding dress. The pure white was hard to notice. Against his better judgement, Mikado walked over for a closer look. The right hand held a bouquet of dead black roses. The closer he got, the more unsettled the tadpole became.

When he got close enough, his heart sank.

A pale bride was hanging by the neck from the ceiling. The silver noose was almost easy to miss if you didn't know what you were looking for. Mikado gasped as he covered his mouth. The bride's eyes looked like they had been dug out prior to her death. The hem of her dress swept the cold marble floor.

Mikado has yet to figure out the meaning of this vision.

In the early morning hours, Mikado woke up next to the salaryman. The older man was still sound asleep. Our boy could feel the guilt starting to bubble up in his chest. He's done it again. The tadpole shook his head as he climbed out of bed. He quietly got dressed as he predicted what would come next. That man wasn't going to remember anything from last night. Just traces of steamy memories. He would just go about his life like nothing happened. But it didn't feel right for some reason.

Mikado stood at the doorway before he took one more look at the sleeping man. He could feel his heart sinking again. The tadpole walked over and whispered one last thing to his one-night stand.

And then he was gone. Mikado found himself walking back home to Ikebukuro on Christmas morning.