Essence
by nekojita
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Okay, this is another YxA PWP fic in an attempt to rally people to the cause,
maybe have them post some YxA whatever of their own. There's been a depressing
lack of these dear boys lately, and some of us are doing all we can to correct
that situation.
Fic is dedicated to Lady Gackt and Kabuki, thank you so much you wonderful ladies,
for all the lovely Yohji and Aya fics you draw. One of LG's fics in particular
inspired this story, the one w/ Aya licking a popsicle while Yohji just has
this look on his face as he watches. Just was thinking one day of what could
have put that expression on his face (well, besides the obvious), and here you
go. If this steam half as much as paxnirvana's utterly delicious 'Possession'
series, I will be a very happy neko indeed. Hmm, now have to start that SchuxAya
fic Kabuki inspired in me..
Huge thank you's to tmelange, who really helped me w/ taking a big step and
trying a first person viewpoint (or whatever that is called). Bit of a challenge
for me, and her, what w/ all my verb tense screw-ups! And thanks yet again Kabuki
for the feedback.
Disclaimer: Mine. Don't even think of taking them away from me, I'll hurt you
real bad. And not in a good way.
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Baby, sweet baby, you're my drug/ Come on and let me taste your stuff
Baby, sweet baby, bring me your gift/ What surprise you gonna hit me with
I am waiting here for more
I am waiting by your door
I am waiting on your back steps
I am waiting in my car
I am waiting at this bar
I am waiting for your essence
Baby, sweet baby, whisper my name/ Shoot your love into my vein
Baby, sweet baby, kiss me hard/ Make me wonder who's in charge
I am waiting here for more
I am waiting by your door
I am waiting on your back steps
I am waiting in my car
I am waiting at this bar
I am waiting for your essence
Baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath/ Even though you like to flirt with
death
Baby, sweet baby, can't get enough/ Please come find me and help me get fucked
up
(repeat chorus)
Your essence
Your essence
lyrics by Lucinda Williams
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And everyone wonders why the hell I call him kitten.
I mean, just look at the man. The way he walks, a graceful slink that grabs
your attention by the throat, earning you a snarl for having the audacity to
stare at him. The superior attitude, not to mention that highly irritating streak
of independence. Those two especially drive me up a wall, trying to shake into
that thick, gorgeous skull that he is part of a team and a relationship, and
just has to acknowledge other people's lowly presences. Especially that of his
boyfriend. The way he looks at you sometimes, no, not the various stages of
the 'shi-ne' glare, or the 'you are such an idiot how do you even remember to
breathe' look, or the dismissing stare that gazes right through you, as if you
didn't exist. No, I mean the one where those violet eyes focus on you, and it's
as if he's trying to decide which will be more beneficial to him: killing you
or batting you around for an hour or two or just ignoring you all together.
That's the one I'm talking about. The heart-shaped face, all the little mannerisms,
the lithe, utterly fuckable body. Everything. The whole gods- damned package.
It's my personal belief that a certain Fujimiya Aya spent one too many past
reincarnations as a feline.
So I call him kitten all the time, even though it drives the man nuts. And lands
me a hell of a lot of bruises when I slip up and utter the name in public. Ken's
taken to gagging each time he hears me say it, which he swears is just about
every other sentence out of my mouth. But I can't help it. Every time I look
at Aya, he does something that just reinforces the nickname, what with the way
he acts more like a cat than a human. And let me be the first to point out that
Aya does a very bad job of acting human. Maybe it's because of a traumatic childhood
or the loss of his family or a coping mechanism for the job, but there are times
when I want to have the man's genes tested, and make sure he isn't some alien
or mythological creature posing as a human, and doing an absolutely piss-poor
job of it. But he'd make a damn good cat. The past couple of minutes have certainly
proved that. You'd think my beliefs about his nature would have prevented something
like this from coming to pass. I mean, hasn't everyone heard the adage about
pulling the tiger's tail? But no, if it isn't obvious by now, I can be a total
glaring idiot at times.
It started out a pretty lousy day. I woke up to a nice, big, comfy, depressingly
empty bed. Somehow the damn kitten had snuck off without waking me up. He doesn't
manage to do that very often, maybe just every other day. The way we sleep makes
it kinda hard for him to easily slip away. You see, the dear boy has a thing
about not being able to differentiate between a mattress and me. So I end up
getting slept on an awful lot. Which is not a bad thing, not at all. There's
just something to waking up and looking at a gorgeous man sprawled on top of
you that makes getting up all that much more worthwhile. Especially when one
can entice said gorgeous man into a bit of morning sex. My personal favorite
way of starting the day. Plus I have this thing for cuddling. Yes, the great
Kudoh Yohji, lothario extraordinaire, has a thing for cuddling. I'm sure that
somewhere there's this eager little Kritiker shrink, writing down the fact with
the comment 'positive sign of separation anxiety and fears of rejection' or
some other psycho-babble bullshit, but there's something about holding a person
I love in my arms, knowing that they are real and not a dream. So I cuddle.
Poor Aya. It gave him fits at the beginning. He swore it was all some plot to
strangle him in his sleep, or that I was part boa constrictor. Nonsense. Though
he wasn't that far off on the evil plot bit. It is kinda hard for a body to
sneak out of bed when their lover has a stranglehold on them. But somehow the
bastard did just that. So I woke up cranky and horny, not having my Aya-fix
to start off the day.
So what was a man to do? Make his lover just as horny and cranky in return.
Spent the whole damn day down in the Koneko, playing one of my all- time favorite
games. The 'Time to torment the kitten in front of the customers' game, to be
exact. It being a Saturday before a holiday, the shop was filled with a steady
flow of patrons. All day long. Hee. And while Aya was waiting on the customers,
preparing orders for them, I got to play. Brushing back the long bangs here,
standing behind the man in order to reach something and 'accidentally' bumping
my groin into his ass there. Constantly finding reasons to let my hands drift
all over that scrumptious ass all day long. I was particularly proud of the
'hey, Aya, got something on the back of your jeans' move that let me fondle
my redhead right in front of a threesome of oblivious, prudish matrons. I thought
for sure the man was going to die of apoplexy right then and there. Also came
up with several excuses to run my hands down his sensitive spine, which always
makes him shiver. Quite a few people inquired whether or not he was coming down
with a cold during the shift.
All in all, it was a fun day. It wasn't until closing time approached that I
thought maybe I'd pushed things a /little/ bit too far. Ken and Omi kept shooting
me 'what, are you crazy?' looks all day long, as the torments just escalated.
But I couldn't help myself. It was such a treat to get a reaction out of the
reticent man, to know I was having some sort of effect on him. It wasn't until
the customers were leaving that I realized I was faced with the prospect of
a short-tempered assassin I'd pissed off all day long no longer having any potential
witnesses about that made me worried.
But all that happened was he helped cleaned up the shop and in a quiet voice
announced he was going to prepare dinner. Ken shot me a look, clearly thinking
it was going to be a meal full of every food that I couldn't stand to eat. The
kitten has been known for doing that before, and I resolved to take it like
a man and eat whatever he prepared for me. When Aya called out that supper was
ready, I grimly made my way upstairs to find out what was in store for me -
and was greatly surprised.
Dinner consisted of teriyaki chicken, steamed rice and vegetables, and some
miso soup with tofu and shrimp. Besides the tofu, it was nothing that I wasn't
perfectly willing to eat. So I sat down and ate it, waiting to find a hidden
pocket of spices or poison or something in the food, and coming across none.
Aya was his normal, anti-social self, barely paying any attention to us while
he sparingly ate his meal and then got up to do the dishes. I chided him for
a moment about his lack of food, but all he did was casually reply that he was
saving room for dessert. He was acting so damn calm; it must have lulled me
into a false sense of security. That's the only thing I can come up with at
this moment. Of course Omi and Ken knew better, and once dinner was over with
claimed there was a movie they wanted to see and beat a hasty retreat.
Aya declared that there was something he needed to fetch from upstairs. Intrigued
by the lack of an explosion, and half-fearful it would be his katana he was
after, I followed. I entered the room a minute behind him, in time to see him
leaning over his desk, searching for something. I'd asked what it was, and he
turned around, holding up a book. Said he was in the mood for some reading that
evening. Having spent the whole day fantasizing about what I was going to do
to him once I had him all alone, I set about persuading him to change his mind.
Crossing over to him I pulled the kitten into my arms and proceeded to kiss
him breathless, savoring the way he tasted. So sweet, but with a hint of spice
that made my lips and tongue tingle, as if touched by a slight electrical current.
Such a fucking thrill, to hold him close and feel him loosen up in my embrace,
opening his mouth so I could plunder it, body relaxing until he was molded against
me, neck tilted up slightly in a gesture of surrender. Who the hell could think
at a time like that? Certainly not me.
So I half-dragged him over to the bed, ready to enjoy what had been denied me
that morning. It was a little difficult, what with the way Aya was insisting
on tearing off my shirt. I wasn't complaining, just doing my best to assist
him with the least amount of lost contact with his body. Somehow we managed,
and I returned the favor. Falling onto the bed, I set about removing his jeans,
when he finally put up a bit of resistance. Growling softly, he quickly flipped
me over, settling himself on top of my stomach. Just adoring that sound and
the way he raked those violet eyes over my body, I decided to give in for a
little bit. Soon enough I planned on fucking him into the mattress, what did
it matter if he was on top during foreplay? Our positions would be reversed
when it really mattered. Maybe it's another psychological flaw, but for some
reason I have to be the one on top. Figuratively and literally. I'd been the
uke once or twice before, just enough to know that I hated it. Of being the
one taken, of giving up control to another person, letting them deep inside
of you like that. Hated the feel of something entering me. No sir, not for this
boy. Which is funny to think about, when here was Aya, the fearless leader and
mister control freak, surrendering himself to me. But I really didn't want to
ponder the issue right then and there. I just wanted to be on top of him, in
him as deep as I could possibly get, feeling him squirm underneath me as I shattered
his world. If letting him play on top for a while facilitated that, I was all
for it. Wasn't often he enjoyed the position, unless I felt he was too upset
or on edge to be able to enjoy sex with me pressing down on him. But that was
another matter I'd refused to think about at the moment. It would have spoiled
the mood.
So there I was, stretched out on the bed as Aya teasingly pulled down my pants,
placing a kiss every few inches on the exposed skin as I groaned out his name.
Gods the man can get me so fucking hard without even trying. And when he does..
oh, all I wanted was to be inside of him. Either way. Once they were removed
he tossed the jeans to the other side of the room and crawled back up me, grabbing
my arms and raising them above my head. Kissing me with a ferocity that bruised
both of our lips, I felt him trail one hand down my arms and side, and nearly
whimpered when the touch disappeared. In a moment it returned, trailing back
up and stopping at my gathered hands. I'd been thinking that it was about time
I took control again when something hard encircled my wrists and I heard a 'snap'.
Aya immediately broke off the kiss and sat back on my thighs, a very contented
smile on his face. Tilting back my head, I found that the reason my arms weren't
moving was because of a pair of handcuffs chaining my wrists to the bed. Looking
back at my lover, all I could do was stupidly ask what the hell was going on.
A highly amused voice had answered me back. "Oh, just playing a little game.
I know you love them so much, didn't think you'd really mind." Damnit, he looked
like a cat that had just found a tank of goldfish uncovered and unsupervised.
Dinner time. And from the way those amethyst eyes traveled over my body, one
could tell I was to be the meal. I could only stare back at him, stunned mute.
Too fucking graceful for words, he uncoiled himself off of me and the bed, slinking
his way to the door. The thought of being abandoned while chained to the bed
helped me find my voice.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"To get dessert." He hadn't even paused while he'd calmly replied, deep voice
sliding into a purr. I'd started thrashing about on the bed, cursing him out
for leaving me naked, chained and desperate for some relief while he was off
eating a creampuff. And immediately moaned in anguish. That image did not help
my situation any. I don't know what was worse, the anger and fear or the lust.
So I stopped struggling, and here I am, waiting for the smug bastard to come
back and finish with me.
Oh, he'd gotten me good, I have to admit that. I'd never have thought him capable
of this. Sneaky little cat bastard. What I wasn't sure of was if he'd planned
on leaving me like this all night, was perhaps going to invite Manx or Teddy
over for a cup of tea, or was stepping out to get a nice sharp set of knives.
Either one was an option. Torture, death or dismissal, all are perfectly legitimate
options where the kitten is concerned. All I can do is lie here and pray the
boys get back home soon, so someone can hear me scream my head off, and think
about a certain redhead and what he was planning on doing to me.
Before I could start recalling too many different methods of torture, Aya walks
back into the room, a folded towel in his hand. Oh this so doesn't look good.
He could have something very sharp in there. Not good at all. "What are you
going to do?" Damnit, my voice actually quivered there. He was so dead when
I got free.
Aya just made his way to the bed, Cheshire grin on his face and eyes sparkling.
Why is it that half the time the man smiles it doesn't bode very well for me?
Not that he smiles very often, usually only when he's about to have me pay for
some spectacularly stupid mistake I just made or after we're done having sex
and his walls are still down, sated and relaxed for a precious few minutes.
Well, that's most definitely not right now, as much as I'm aching with the need
to fuck him.
He sits down next to me, placing the towel off to the side and with one pale
hand grips my face, making sure I can't move my head. The man may be skinny
but he's strong. He flicks his tongue oh so lightly over my lips, again and
again and again, until I'm panting, wanting nothing more than that bit of flesh
to slide between my lips so I can taste him once more. Have I mentioned yet
how utterly fucking addictive my lover is? It's downright painful, the way he's
teasing me. And he knows it. He's doing the equivalent of waving a bottle of
whiskey in front of an alcoholic. For one quick second he presses his mouth
firmly against mine, parting it so I can steal a fleeting taste. Then he's standing
back up, stepping away from the bed far enough so I can see all of him. "Time
to get this started." A sense of dread fills me, warring with the desire that
still has me hard as nails, even though I might be in a world of pain in a moment.
Those pale hands lift to brush his bangs off of his face, giving me a clear
view of the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen. A hint of darkness swirls
in them, a clear indication that he's feeling very pleased at the moment. Then
the hands drift down, tapered fingers skimming that wonderful neck, much the
way my mouth would be doing if I wasn't handcuffed to this damn bed. I /adore/
the kitten's neck. So white and slim, if it wasn't for the Adam's apple you
would think it belonged to a young girl. And the responses I can get from Aya,
just with a simple caress or kiss, making him melt in my arms. Yep, it is definitely
a sensitive spot. For both him and me. I fantasize sometimes, of him dressed
as a geisha, fancy kimono sliding low down his back, white makeup covering flesh
barely a shade or two darker, all except a little bit of skin in the very back,
just below his hairline. Hmm, major erogenous zone there. How I'd suck on it
until there was a dark mark for the world to see, Kudoh Yohji's own personal
brand. Have I mentioned yet how possessive I am? Damnit, if there was a way
to tattoo 'Property of Kudoh' on the man, I'd have done it. Instead I have to
settle for love bites that make Aya squirm and mewl while he receives them,
and earns me a glare and occasional smack when he sees them the next morning.
But it's so worth it to know that there is something for everyone to see and
know that Fujimiya is taken. And right now he's taunting me with it, that pale
unmarked expanse, when all I want to do is lay my mouth on it until it is all
one big purple bruise.
He lets his hands drift lower, circling pink nipples until they peak, and I
can't take my eyes off of him. Lower and lower they go, down his groin and then
back up again. Damn, I wish I was those hands right now. He starts to work the
zipper on his jeans, oh so slowly, and when it is completely down he snags the
waistband and pulls the pants and his boxers off at the same moment, freeing
his semi-hard penis. Stepping out of the clothes, he once more approaches the
bed, and this time sits back on top of me, just below my crotch. Aya pins my
legs down with his weight, so I can't move them if I wanted to. Not that I do.
Right now I just want my fucking hands free so I can retrace everywhere those
elegant fingers had just touched. Where they were touching right now. Aya was
languidly pumping himself, rubbing the tip of his cock before fisting it, letting
go to toy with his scrotum before starting the whole thing over again. Damnit,
the sadistic bastard knows what a thrill I get from watching him touch himself.
He doesn't do it too often, usually it's my hands doing the deed, but right
now he was putting on quite a show. And impossibly enough I'm getting harder
by the moment, and I can't keep a groan from escaping past my clenched lips.
As if that was some sort of signal for Aya, he stops stroking himself and leans
forward, opening up the towel. I can't see what it's holding, but he's clearly
preparing whatever is inside of it. A part of me wants to be scared, but need
is slowly overwhelming every other emotion. Sitting back down, I finally get
to see what he's brought up here. Oh man, that is so not what I was expecting.
He wasn't kidding about the dessert.
The kitten's holding a bright red popsicle. Cherry flavored to be exact, my
favorite. I'd bought a box of them the other week, wanting a nice cool treat
as a bit of relief from the hot weather. No, don't have much of an oral fixation,
do I? Anyways, I'd had to hide them in fear of Omi laying waste to the whole
box, and had forgotten about them. Apparently Aya hadn't. He lifted the treat
to his slightly parted lips, pushing it past them just a little bit at first,
pulling it out and then taking it in deeper each time. Didn't take a rocket
scientist to figure out what he was simulating. I groaned some more, wishing
more than anything that it was my dick he was sucking on, moving in and out
of that hot mouth. His lips were turning red from the popsicle, and as I watched
some of the juice ran down his chin. Aya paused his little dessert fellatio
long enough to wipe up the juice with a finger and then lick the digit clean.
His tongue was red as well. "Damnit Aya, you're killing me here. Let me go.
Please." My voice is so rough it takes me a moment to recognize it. Great, now
the man has me begging. Me, the great Kudoh Yohji, renowned for doing that to
others. Who delights in doing it to his redheaded lover. Not that I really care,
if it gets me free. Instead I am treated to another smile as he licks the cherry
ice, that agile tongue wrapping around it. I groan some more, erection twitching
with the need to have that tongue on me. I don't know how much more I can take,
and only the thought of embarrassment keeps me from cumming as he deep throats
the damn treat.
Slowly pulling the popsicle from his mouth, Aya once more leans over me. "But
the game's not over. It's barely even started. Maybe we need to cool you down
a little." With that he commences to trail the ice all over my body, startling
me with the cold feel of it running down my throat and neck, rubbing against
my erect nipples, circling my navel and finally brushing it against my cock,
making me scream out loud. Oh so fucking cold. He keeps moving it up and down
the twitching shaft, making me buck my hips at the sensation. I'm literally
torn in two, needed that touch so fucking bad, yet desperate to shy away from
the iciness of it. I actually whimper, tugging at my arms in an attempt to free
them so harshly that I'm beginning to lose feeling in them. Aya makes soothing
noises as he stops the torture. "Shh, calm down now. You're going to hurt yourself.
Just relax and calm down." He offers the popsicle to my mouth, rubbing it along
my dry lips, and I take it in, tasting the tart flavor mixed with a bitter taste
that I know is my own precum. After a few seconds he removes the ice and has
a taste of his own, then sets it aside on the towel. I begin a prayer of thanks,
mistakenly believing that the 'game' is over. Oh no, Aya is too fucking vindictive
to let things go so easily. Instead he leans over me, body braced above mine,
and in a purring voice comments that it's time to clean me up.
Oh shit. That cold tongue flicks over my lips, making me lift my head up to
try and capture his mouth and claim it. But the kitten shifts back before I
can do so. The fucking tease. Then he retraces everywhere the ice had touched
me, teasing little licks that wipe my skin clean, making me squirm and gasp
beneath him, chanting his name as if it is some holy mantra. That tongue just
keeps lapping at me, laving my nipples for a few minutes, his breath hitting
the damp flesh and making me jerk off of the bed. Two quick nips from his teeth
knocks all the air in my body out of me, and I can't breath until sharp nails
scratch down my sides, making me gasp almost in pain. If my possessive nature
had me marking him with hickeys, he leaves his proof of ownership with the long
scratches that cover my back and sides, a hint of pain that only makes the pleasure
that much more intense. As it does right now. I'm so ready to explode that it
hurts, my breath hitching and hips jerking as I balance on the edge. The warmth
of the body on top of mine departs, and through a fog I hear his voice, so deep
and quiet. "Cum now and the game is over before the end. You lose." He repeats
it until he is sure that I understand the words, as I claw my way back from
the edge, body shaking from the almost release. Once he is certain I've regained
control he resumes where he left off, lips and tongue busy on my stomach.
Oh gods, that leaves you know where next. I don't know if I can take this anymore,
game or not. What would happen if I lose? Would he leave me here like this all
night? You better believe he could, the man has a streak of cruelty in him that
makes it entirely possible. Aya would have no problem leaving me chained naked
in bed, covered with my own fluids, while he goes off and sleeps in the spare
room. It's not intentional evil or malice on his part, just more proof of his
cat-like essence. Purring one minute and slashing the hand that's stroking him
the next. Life with Fujimiya Aya is always unpredictable, it's part of what
makes me love and want him so. Right now it's also the thought that keeps me
from orgasm as that damn tongue treats me just like it did the popsicle a few
minutes ago, swirling around on the hypersensitive skin, nipping here and there.
I swear he's getting off on my gasps and whimpers. I know I certainly do when
our positions are reversed. My eyes are tightly screwed shut, not being able
to bear the sight of him crouched over my lap, licking that part of me. So lost
in not letting my body give in, it takes a moment to realize he's stopped. I
open my eyes to stare deep into indigo hued orbs. A small part of me is reassured
that he's as full of desire and lust as I am. I feel his breath on my face as
he huskily whispers "game's almost over. Just a little more." The mouth that
I've been craving so much finally descends upon mine, and as if in reward for
all that I've endured, he lets me plunder it until we're both short of breath
and gasping. He tastes just like the ice did, cherry tart and Yohji bitter,
but warm from my body heat. Oh so fucking delicious. A new addiction for me
to capitulate to. Breaking away from the kiss, he picks up the little bit left
of the treat and as I watch, uses his teeth to pull the remaining ice off of
the stick, crunching down on it a time or two as he shifts back down my body.
I scream again as he deep throats me, taking me into that icy cavern. Oh gods,
it feels.. I can't describe it. Cold and warm and smooth and jagged, so many
conflicting sensations. Once again I'm bucking off of the bed, deep into Aya's
mouth, eyesight dimming as I'm about to explode. Tension reaching a critical
point, before it can be released I feel a finger pushing inside of me, jerking
me back to reality. I squirm some more, this time trying to escape the probing
finger. Damnit, he knows how much I hate that. A sobering thought enters my
mind, is he planning on fucking me? Aya's shown no desire to be seme in our
relationship, but then again, he's never done anything like he has tonight.
Sensing my unease, he breaks off the blowjob, swallowing the last of the cherry
ice. The finger is removed, and he stretches out on top of my body, face above
mine, hips grinding down. "Such a good boy. Game's all over now." I want to
weep in relief when I hear that. Once more he kisses me, and my arms jerk in
the need to wrap themselves around him. This time it's me breaking off the kiss,
pleading with him to finally let me go. Those gorgeous eyes narrow at me for
a moment, giving me that feline look of his, and all I can do is stare back,
totally unsure of which way he's going to decide. Then he shifts back, picking
up something from the nightstand, and I do feel a tear trickle down my face
as he uncuffs me. Helping me pull my arms down, Aya rubs at my wrists, making
soft 'oh's at the sight of the bruised and chafed skin. "There now, all done."
I let Aya fuss over me while sensation returns to my abused limbs. As soon as
I feel there's enough strength in them, I wrap my arms tight around him, pulling
him down on my chest. By all rights he should be terrified, wondering what I'm
going to do in revenge, but he just stares at me unblinkingly. As if in challenge.
Oh the things I want to do to him, to make him pay for the past however minutes.
It takes so much strength to regard him coolly in return, and to speak in a
husky voice. "Game's all done. What do I win?" The kitten rests his chin on
my chest, as if giving the question serious consideration. "What do you want?"
he asks, once more grinding his pelvis against mine, rubbing our erections together.
I feel a jolt of electricity rush through my body, if all of my hair isn't standing
on end at the moment, I would be very surprised. All I can do is pull him closer,
devour that cherry red mouth, attacking it in such a vicious manner that I know
it's gonna be swollen when I'm done. I sink my teeth into the bottom of his
lip, not enough to break skin but to earn a gasp from him, needing that sound
to soothe my battered pride. I promise myself it will be the first of many.
Time to take control again. That is what I want, what I always want, him under
me, calling out my name as I utterly possess him. Maybe in another day or two
I'll come up with some diabolical plan that ends up with /him/ handcuffed to
the bed, entirely at my mercy, but right now all I want is him to be completely
mine. I roll over, reversing our positions, and this time it is me who's thrusting
down, pushing him into the soft mattress, letting friction work him into a frenzy.
I tear my mouth off of his, earning a protest that is choked back as I attach
it to his neck. It's gonna look like a wild animal had mauled it by the time
I'm done. I keep rubbing our cocks together, both hands buried in his hair to
tilt his head back as I suck and bite with savage intensity. Distantly I notice
that one of his hands is searching about, but the damn katana is safely out
of reach, so I couldn't care less. I bite down on his fragile collarbone, tasting
a hint of copper that lets me know I'm being a little too rough. He gasps out
my name, and starts to grab at one of my hands. I'm expecting him to try and
pry me off of him, to put an end to things before they go too far, but all he
does is work the hand free and press a tube of lubricant in it. I pull back
long enough to take in his face; the now-dark eyes half hooded, lips swollen
and pale neck bruised and bitten. His tongue, still cherry red, flicks out for
a moment, swiping the maltreated bottom lip, and he purrs out my name. I brush
the hand holding the tube along a high cheekbone, and he turns his face into
the caress, rubbing along the back of my fist. There's no fucking way I'll ever
be able to comprehend him.
So I don't even try to figure out Aya's inner workings, just go back to ravishing
the man. Once again I fasten my mouth to his neck, as I push his legs even farther
apart. I squeeze the tube forcibly, squirting out far more lube than I'm going
to need, coat my fingers and seek out the puckered ring that is going to make
things so much better once I'm buried inside of it. I roughly shove first one
finger and then the next in. The kitten hisses a bit, but he pushes back on
the digits, just as eager as I am to have him stretched and ready. Things have
gone too far to take this slow and easy. His hands are now clutched in my hair,
holding tight as he thrashes beneath me, mewling out my name as I flick that
sweet spot hidden inside. For a moment I fantasize about making him beg in return,
but I know I couldn't hold myself back that long. Already I am scooping up the
excess lube that had fallen onto the sheets, smearing it all over my dripping
shaft, tearing my fingers away just long enough to push my way in. It's Aya's
turn to scream this time, the loudest I've ever heard him, lifting both of us
off the bed in his attempt to take me in as deep as he can. I swear that sound
wasn't human, just as the half growls and mewls he produces aren't as I pound
into him. Oh gods, this is paradise, fucking paradise. Aya's so fucking hot
and tight, still after all this time, it just grabs me by the throat and it
takes conscious thought to start pumping again, to stop wallowing in the pleasure
'cause I know it's only going to get so much better. This is what I crave so
gods-damn much every minute of every day, being inside of him where it feels
so incredibly good, knowing he's all mine.
And knowing I've reduced a creature of iciness and aloofness to this wild thing
thrashing beneath me, fighting to take all of me inside. It's the ultimate turn
on, the best ego-booster I've ever come across, and the previous torment fades
from my memory at the sight underneath me. Of Aya flushed and panting, those
delicious lips parted and his eyes almost black with passion. He's surrendered
everything to me once again, and that thought alone almost makes me orgasm.
Mine, he is mine ,every last little bit of him, and if he thinks I'm ever gonna
let him go he's in for a very rude awakening. His legs are on my shoulders,
hands gripping my upper arms in an attempt to gain some leverage as I thrust
harder and harder into him. One of my hands is gripping his hair viciously,
forcing his head back and him to look at me, the other is holding onto his ass
so tight I know there will be a mark. I'm chanting the word 'mine' over and
over, he's still making those yowls and moans, and the sound of flesh smacking
against flesh fills the room. We are so going to be bruised at the end of this.
I don't give a fucking damn. The sweat pouring off of us makes things a bit
slippery, so I grip him more firmly, shifting his hips to a better angle that
makes him scream again. Aya's throat sure is gonna be sore later. I think it
was supposed to be my name; pounding into that spot again, he repeats it and
I know for sure. I do it again, and it's too much for him. His body jerks back
as he cums, coating both of our stomachs as his eyes go wide and sightless.
I yell out his name, unable to feel anything other than that hot canal constricting
painfully close around me as his body spasms, dragging me along after him. It
feels like I shoot every last drop I have inside of him, leaving me empty and
drained as I tremble atop him, not being able to move for the world.
A few minutes later I feel him start to move underneath me, and I roll over
onto my side, then collapse on my back. I wince a bit in pain, it feels like
the kitten shredded my back at some point, but don't ask me when. We lie there
side by side, and my hand seeks out his, intertwining our fingers as we try
to catch our breaths and come back to ourselves. Once my heart is no longer
trying its best to burst out through my chest, I lean over Aya to grab my cigarettes.
It takes a couple of attempts to get my shaking hands to work the lighter, but
I manage and with a groan due to my back and sore muscles, I scoot into a sitting
position.
Looking down at my lover I feel a definite wave of alpha smugness wash through
me. Jeez, if Aya looks this bad now, can't wait to see how he looks in the morning.
Pulling a drag off of the cigarette, I hold the smoke in as I survey the pale
man. His throat is one livid bruise, various stages of purple, with darker rings
where I was a bit too harsh with my teeth. There are bruises on his hips and
thighs as well, and his lips are definitely a bit puffy. Looks like he got punched
in the mouth, what with them still red from the popsicle. Checking myself out,
I notice that I'm bruised as well, and have a faint trace of red over my skin,
which it takes me a second to realize came from the food dye in the cherry ice.
Add to that the abused wrists, and we look like we've just been attacked. I
repeat this observation to Aya.
He just grunts at me, sitting up himself as he searches for something. Turns
out to be the towel that held the popsicle. The kitten puts it to good use cleaning
himself off, the man just hates to be dirty and sticky. There's going to be
a shower in his near future, I can tell that by the way he scrubs the cloth
over his skin. Hmm, now that is a good idea. I'm jolted out of my reverie of
me and Aya and a tub of water as he takes care of me as well. "Thanks, love."
He tosses it at the hamper, and wouldn't you know the damn thing actually falls
in. I'd have never made that shot, not this soon. I pull him over until he is
sitting in my lap, fingers lightly touching his poor neck, feeling my lips turn
up into a very satisfied smile. "Mine."
Aya sighs, but he's used to my possessive nature by now. Not that it still doesn't
get on his nerves. Surprising me somewhat, he replies back "yours" and gives
me a brief kiss. I brush back his bangs, tucking the locks behind his ears as
much as I can so as to have a clear view of his face. "So how bad is it," he
inquires, once more giving me a start.
"Hope you don't mind wearing turtlenecks for the next week or so. They aren't
going to fade away anytime soon," I'd made sure of that, being more fervent
over the matter than usual, "and I don't think makeup will work this time."
I get a light smack on the shoulder, either for the marks or the smug tone I
used to tell him about them, I'm not sure. "Hey, that's what you get for playing
a game like that."
"If I recall correctly, you were the one who started the whole damn thing."
Those violet eyes glare at me for a moment, then Aya ruins the effect by yawning.
Oh yeah, the flower shop. Guess this was my fault after all. Not that I'm complaining.
Gods if Aya promises to react this way every time, I'm playing the fucking game
each and every day. "That's what mean kittens get for depriving their lovers
of their presence in the morning. I /hate/ waking up and finding you gone."
I really do.
"Hn." I wait for an answer of some sort, possibly a scathing remark about my
libido, but all Aya does is give me that Cheshire smile again. Uh oh, is that
a good thing or a bad thing? He finally continues on while I am trying to decide.
"Which would you prefer, a morning quickie or all day sport?" Hmm, now that
isn't a tough choice.
"Well, guess I better stock up on the popsicles then. Any flavor requests? Don't
you like lemon ones?" Aya nods his head as he toys with a strand of my hair,
twisting it around his finger. I tilt up his chin for another kiss, this one
long and lingering, sparking my libido as I start to harden again. Gods, the
effect the man has on me. "Ken and Omi should be gone for a few more hours,
there is no way in hell they'll step back in the house before midnight if they
think we're busy trying to kill each other. What do you say we move the next
round to the bathroom. Always did love water sports." Aya's eyes sparkle at
the thought, and I swear the man starts to purr. I can't resist kissing him
again, drinking in his essence, craving that taste and the way he pours his
body against mine. Yep, he better get used to the nickname, it suits him too
damn well. Speaking of cats and such, I wonder if I can sweet-talk him into
wearing that choker I bought him when we get out of the shower. I never did
formally claim my prize; that leaves me with a lot of interesting options to
consider...