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Tempestuous
~ A Shounen-ai Fantasy ~
A Yaoi Novel

Cover Art by Eiris Key

Kitsune

In the fairy tales all foxes are said to be possessed by demonic fox spirits -- especially masks.
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Rusty is a professional costumer with an exotic black fox mask that he'd created after a strange accident in the woods his senior year in high school. An accident that left an odd scar on his throat.
An accident he can't remember.

As far as Rusty's concerned, what he doesn't know can't hurt him.

A gorgeous young actor with the same face from Rusty's most erotic dreams, walks into Rusty's costume shop claiming that he has a fox mask just like Rusty's, though white. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."

Rusty is about to discover that what he doesn't know
- hasn't forgotten him at all.

With the plastic-wrapped silk costumes draped over one arm, and his knapsack over his opposite shoulder, Rusty stood at the bottom of the short staircase staring up at the narrow black double doors that waited under the sweeping shingled roof of the antique Oriental Playhouse. A chill winter breeze ruffled the dark hair falling across his brow, and raised the small hairs on the back of his neck.

He was going to see an adult play with a man that was clearly interested in him. How had he let himself get talked into this?

He looked up the narrow alley that served as a street. Above the peaked and shingled rooftops, the last of the sunlight gave way to the deep blue of twilight, and stars. Just two turns away, the district was crammed with people, but here? The lights were off, the doors were unmarked, and no one was there. It was like…a ghost town.

Shiro started up the steps and looked over his shoulder. Silver hairs from his waist-length, ponytail lifted on the night breeze. His brows lifted over his copper eyes. "Do you need help?"

Heat rushed into Rusty's cheeks. "I walked this far, didn't I?" Two whole blocks in the chill shadows of utterly dark shops.

Shiro smiled. "I guess the alcohol has finally worn off?"

Rusty tightened his grip on the silk. "Looks that way." He wiped his other palm down his black jeans and started up the steps behind Shiro. He was out of his freaking mind.

Shiro pulled the cord by the door and a bell sounded inside.

The lights over the playhouse door blinked on and the right door opened. A handsome older woman in a neat dark suit stepped out. Her dark hair was drawn up into an extravagant knot festooned with glittering pins. She smiled with bright red lips. "Master Shiro. Welcome back."

Shiro tilted his head toward Rusty. "This is Rusty, from the costume shop."

The woman smiled. "Hello Rusty, I'm Helena. Welcome!" She stepped back through the door, holding it open for him.

Rusty nodded politely to Helena, and followed Shiro past her, stepping across the threshold and into shadow. A hard shiver traveled up his spine.

"Your room is ready." Helena closed the door behind them and pulled a pair of plastic flip-flops, and a pair of embroidered black satin slippers from a shelved cupboard built into the wall right behind the door. She offered the slippers to Shiro and held the flip-flops out to Rusty. "I'll take your shoes."

Rusty blinked. "My…shoes?"

Shiro traded his dress shoes for the slippers and snorted in clear amusement. "This is a Japanese establishment. You don't wear shoes inside."

"Oh…" Rusty leaned over and tugged his shoes off, replacing them with the over-sized flip-flops.

"Thank you Helena. This way, Rusty." Shiro led Rusty at a swift pace through a cedar-walled and deeply shadowed maze of tiny dimly lit hallways with low ceilings. Everything was so damned dark. Rusty could make out that there was a carpet on the floor, but had no clue as to what color it was.

Helena walked quietly at their heels.

Shiro stopped at a sliding door and turned. "Thank you, Helena, that will be all." He shoved the door wide and pushed Rusty toward it. "I'll send Rusty through the small stage door before I go on."

Helena pouted and crossed her arms. "I could seat him now and he could see the entire play?"

Shiro's smile tightened. "He's a personal guest."

Helena's eyes widened. She darted a look at Rusty. "He's one of…?"

Shiro waved a hand, cutting her off. "More like, a foundling."

Rusty had no clue what the hell they were talking about.

"Of course." Helena bowed her head, dropping her gaze, and backed away. "I will leave you to your…pleasures." She turned and hurried away down the hall.

Rusty frowned after her. Pleasures?

Shiro's hand closed around his upper arm. "Go on in." He pushed.

Rusty tipped backwards nearly falling through the wall opening. "Hey!"

Shiro stepped in after him and slid the door closed sharply, right in front of Rusty's nose. "My apologies, but I'm in something of a hurry." Shiro flashed a smile and stepped past Rusty.

"What..?" Rusty turned around and faced an enormous windowless room. The wooden walls were completely bare. A huge thick rug in red and gold commanded the center of the room, with a scroll-work Victorian chaise lounge upholstered in wine velvet along the carpet's back edge. A battered suitcase had been shoved beneath it. A very plain folding paper wall screen blocked off the room's far right corner.

On the right edge of the carpet, a massive trunk stood on end, and open, overflowing with ornate silks. On the left edge of the carpet was an ornate full-length mirror positioned by a decorative table covered in theater make-up, with a matching chair.

A low and somewhat shabby table in the carpet's center held a plain black tea service for two. The light came from an off-white ball-shaped paper lantern that hung poised at the center of the ceiling, tinting the entire room, and everything in it, a little yellow.

There was something wrong with this picture, but Rusty couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. It just seemed…off. "Shiro…?"

Shiro peeled out of his long gray leather coat and strode for the chaise lounge. "Go ahead and take off your coat." He tossed his coat over the back of the lounge. "You can set the costumes over there." He pointed at the overflowing trunk on the right.

"Oh…" Rusty shook his head and strode for the trunk. "Sure, fine, what ever…" He set the plastic-wrapped silk on the top of the trunk and shrugged out of the heavy black wool coat. There really wasn't a reason to keep it on. The building was over-warm and he'd already started to sweat.

Shiro took the coat from Rusty's hand and tossed over the back of the lounge. "Would you mind unwrapping my costume?" With his back to Rusty, Shiro pulled up his gray sweater, revealing a milk-pale, but finely muscled back. He dropped the sweater over the end of the lounge and reached for the waistband of his slacks. His buckle jangled, indicating the belt's release.

Rusty jerked his gaze away and tore the plastic from the white costume, just to give his hands something to do, and his eyes something to look at, other than the slender man stripping right behind him. He separated the shimmering wafuku from the snow-white under robe. "How did I get roped into helping you dress?"

"Logic, actually. You made the costume, you'd know best how to wear it."

"Great." Rusty shoved the pale gray trousers toward Shiro without looking. "Here."

"You have a problem with nudity?" Shiro's deep voice held amusement.

Rusty stiffened. "I have a problem with someone pushing the point when he knows damned well I'm not interested."

Shiro took the trousers from his hand and chuckled. Fabric rustled. "I'm not so sure about that."

Rusty held out the snowy under robe. "Not so sure about what?"

Shiro took the robe and fabric rustled. He leaned close to Rusty's ear. "I'm not so sure about you not being interested."

Rusty turned to glare at him. "Would my fist…?" He stopped, the words crashing to a halt on his tongue. "Uh…"

Shiro stood only inches away wearing only the full-sleeved and floor-length white under robe. His silver hair flowed free over his broad shoulders, and down his back in a frost-white swathe to his narrow hips, matching the robe's snowy whiteness perfectly. Held closed by small ties on either side, the robe was open from neck to waist, revealing Shiro's fairly muscular chest.

Beneath it he was completely nude. The pale gray pants had been draped over the back of the chaise lounge. Shiro smiled. "I'm dressed. Feel better?"

Feel better? Rusty's heart beat in his throat. Not really. He'd never seen a man that freaking handsome, not even in magazines. Heat flushed up his throat and into his cheeks. He swallowed. "You're not wearing the pants?" His voice came out only a tad tight.

"No." Shiro's smile sharpened. "They'll only get in the way."

Rusty blinked. Get in the way? He decided right there and then he really didn't want to think about it.

Shiro turned his back to Rusty, presenting the split back of the white under robe, and a view of his muscular calves, and thighs. "You're going to have to help me with the wafuku and the obi. I'm not going to be able to knot the sash properly with those long sleeves."

Rusty could not stop staring at the fabric hugging the perfect curve of Shiro's muscular rump.

Shiro looked over his shoulder and raised his brow. "Rusty, the wafuku?"

Rusty jerked his gaze from Shiro's backside. "Uh, sure…" He turned sharply around to collect the heavy white formal robe. Why was someone with a body like that, and a face that belonged in renaissance paintings, interested in someone like him? He snorted. No accounting for taste…

He unfolded the heavy silk and lifted it, helping Shiro get his arms into the overlong sleeves of the robe. He tugged the under robe sleeves into place and frowned at the overlapping split in the back. "You never did tell me why you wanted the back skirting split. It's not traditional."

Shiro folded the robe across his chest and chuckled. "You'll see."

Rusty turned to collect the broad pale blue sash and unfolded the rich silk. "Is it some kind of secret?"

Shiro turned to face Rusty, holding the heavy silk robe closed with his right hand. "Something like that."

"Huh…" Rusty walked over with the sash held out in both hands. Unlike some obis, this type of sash had to be wrapped twice around the waist, then knotted in the front…

Shiro caught Rusty by the shoulders and shoved.

"What…?" Rusty fell backwards, and sprawled onto the lounge. "Hey…!" One of his flip-flops came off his foot and tumbled to the floor. He jerked upright on the cushions. "What're you doing?"

Shiro smiled. "If you're sitting, it'll be easier to tie the obi."

Rusty blinked. Well, sitting would be easier than kneeling. "Oh, right." He held up the sash.

"Spread your legs, so I can get close enough." Shiro bit down on his bottom lip, clearly trying to bite back a smile. "Unless you'd rather I spread mine?"

Rusty stared up at Shiro. Shiro was naked under that robe with not a damned thing holding the white wafuku together but his hand and two tiny bows on the sides. If he spread his legs, the robe would part and… "No, I'll do it!" Rusty jerked his knees wide.

Shiro's brow lifted. "Very well." He stepped between Rusty's spread thighs until his knees pressed against the edge of the Victorian lounge.

Rusty stared straight at Shiro's belly, refusing to acknowledge the bulge in the silk only a hand-span below his chin. Maybe this wasn't such a bright idea. He sighed and leaned forward. Too late now. He reached around Shiro's waist and wound the sash, smoothing the silk to lay flat. Shiro's body was nearly hot under his palms. He couldn't believe how much heat Shiro's body gave off. And he smelled good…like forest, and night. And sex.

Shiro sighed. "You're good at this."

Rusty couldn't get a word out of his mouth. His heart was beating in it. And his jeans were getting way too tight. Damn it, he was getting hard again. He closed his eyes and tried to think calm thoughts, but his dick was not listening. Fuck it. He opened his eyes and formed the decorative knot in the center of the sash. He set his hands down. "There, you're done."

Shiro tilted his head. "Not quite." He leaned over Rusty and clasped the back of the couch with his left hand, his silver mane slipping forward and down his arm. "Kiss me."

"What?" Rusty looked up startled, then jerked back away from Shiro, but there was no place to go. "Hey!" He slammed a hand up against Shiro's chest. "What do you think you're doing?"

Shiro smiled. "Do you want to see my mask, the one that looks so much like yours?"

Rusty swallowed hard. Shiro's body was hot and solid against his palm. He could even feel his heart beating, all the way through the layers of silk. "What has the mask got to do with…this?"

"Do you want to see it?" Shiro leaned against Rusty's palm and his brow lifted. "Yes, or no?"

Rusty frowned up at him. He'd come all this way to see that damned mask. "Yes."

Shiro's smile sharpened into something feral, almost angry. He pressed harder against Rusty's palm. "Then kiss me."

"Damn it, Shiro!" Rusty scowled. He didn't want to push against Shiro's chest any harder. Shiro was being a pain in the ass, but he was so damn slender, he might break a bone with his weird strength. "You really want to kiss me that bad?"

"I…" Shiro's smile dissolved and he bit down on his bottom lip. "Yes."

Rusty stared. Good god, Shiro was serious. In fact, he looked almost…anxious. Rusty licked his lips. It was only a kiss, and he was physically strong enough to stop him if things got out of hand. He was physically strong enough to break him if things got out of hand. He sighed. "Fine, you can have a kiss."

Sitting on the Victorian chaise lounge, Rusty stared up into Shiro's wide copper gaze, somewhat shocked. He'd just given a guy permission to kiss him. Sure the guy was gorgeous, and helping him get dressed had made him hard as a rock in his jeans, but still…

Shiro's brows lifted. "Rusty, remove your hand."

Rusty started. His palm was pressed against Shiro's chest, literally keeping him at arm's length. His heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of his chest. He trembled, just a little. "I, uh…"

Shiro smiled. It wasn't exactly a comforting smile, not the way he was looming over Rusty while standing between his spread thighs. "Rusty, I'm not going to hurt you. It's just a kiss."

Rusty bit down on his bottom lip. He'd agreed to a kiss and now he had to go through with it. Damn it. He eased his hand back from Shiro's chest, not sure what he should do with it.

Shiro twitched his robes to one side and raised a very naked knee. He set it on the cushion between Rusty's spread thighs, then reached out to set his right hand on Rusty's shoulder.

Rusty stiffened and very nearly yelped.

"Rusty?"

Rusty looked up. "Huh?"

Shiro descended, his lips brushing against Rusty's, delivering warmth and gentle softness.

Rusty blinked in surprise. This…this isn't so bad. Breath and an inquisitive tongue swept across Rusty's bottom lip. Rusty opened his mouth out of sheer force of habit. The tongue entered to caress him carrying the slight zing of beer and something else, something wilder, and hauntingly familiar.

The hair rose on his neck. He knew those lips, he knew that tongue, he knew that odd feral flavor…he knew this kiss. Heat stabbed down his spine to throb in his dick. He moaned and reached up to grasp the back of Shiro's neck, pulling him tighter against his mouth. He wrapped his arm around Shiro's waist, pulling him against his body, sucking on his tongue, sucking him in…

A slight shove against Rusty's shoulder tipped him to the side, knocking his other shoe off. His knee came up and he sprawled back against the cushions, one knee jammed against the back of the lounge, his other foot still on the floor, with Shiro's hot weight pressing down on top of him, chest to chest, belly to belly, and between his spread thighs. Urgency seared through him. He pressed his hips upward, rubbing his aching cock against Shiro's hot belly.

Shiro moaned in reply, then his hands closed on Rusty's shoulders. He pushed rising up and breaking the kiss. "You must have put everything into that mask. You taste almost pure human."

Rusty blinked up at him, staring into copper eyes that possessed slitted up-down pupils, not round ones, like a human. What…?

A pair of snow white pointed ears parted Shiro's long silver hair spilling loose down his shoulders cascading to the floor. Rising from the split back of his robes was an enormous bushy white fox tail waving slightly behind him, moving with the fluidity of flesh and blood. He smiled showing over-long incisors. "Now do I look familiar?"

Ears and a tail…? And really big teeth.

Every hair on Rusty's body rose. The echoes of a forgotten nightmare pressed at the edges of his mind. He shouted in alarm and shoved upright. "What the fuck…?"

Shiro sat up wincing, his ears flicking back in clear annoyance. "Still so very short tempered. You haven't changed a bit Rusty, or should I say, Russell?"

Rusty froze. "What?" No one had called him by that name since high school. His neck throbbed and wetness slithered down. "How did you know?"

"It's the name you gave me when we first met. I've been searching for you ever since." Shiro stared at Rusty, his smile gone, and his cinnamon eyes hard. "We made a pact, you and I; a pact that you have yet to fulfill."

"What pact?" Rusty eased back on his elbows, leaning away, his gaze darting between Shiro's tall triangular ears and the fluffy white tail. "What the hell are you?"

"I'm a Kitsune, a fox spirit." Shiro's ears flicked forward and his smile shifted to hide his long teeth. "You'd think the ears and tail gave that away."

Rusty froze. He'd heard of fox spirits, but that was all fairy-tales, and make-believe… "This can't be real."

"Oh, I am very real." Shiro pressed a long-nailed finger against Rusty's vest. "And it's past time you lived up to your half of the bargain."

Rusty's mouth went dry. "Bargain?"

"Your heart and soul belongs to me. I already have your soul." Shiro pressed his palm against his chest, then rolled his eyes. "It's the rest of you I'm having trouble hanging on to." He smiled sourly. "Truthfully, I wasn't quite sure it was you, at first." He caught Rusty's chin and tilted Rusty's head to the side, focusing on Rusty's throat. "You're so weak you feel nearly human. I barely recognized you."

"Nearly human?" Rusty stiffened and jerked his chin away. "I am human! I'm just a normal guy!"

Shiro snorted. One pointed fox ear tipped back briefly. "You're not a normal guy. You haven't been human since the autumn I saved your life."

Rusty swallowed. "You…what?"

Shiro smiled sourly and set his hand on his hip. "You still don't remember?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about!"

Shiro raised his chin and sniffed. "Your mind may not remember me, but your body clearly does." His gaze focused on Rusty's throat. "You're bleeding from my bite. I've been smelling it since the moment I met you."

His bite? Rusty pressed his hand against his burning neck. His palm came away wet. He stared at the scarlet streaking his fingers.

Shiro came up on his knees, arching over Rusty. "Your body is offering me blood because you're hungry; in fact you're very close to starvation."

Rusty simply could not believe what he was hearing. "My body is doing what?"

Shiro smiled but his gaze was narrow and hot. "Your body is begging me to feed you." His hands closed on Rusty's shoulders, scorching hot through the fabric, and powerful. "To maintain a physical form in this world I need living blood. To maintain life in your body, you need living spirit." He brushed his lips against Rusty's cheek. "Because you don't have one; I have it."

Rusty tried to wrap his brain around what Shiro was saying, but none of it sounded real. "You have…what?"

"Your soul." Shiro nuzzled under Rusty's ear, along the edges of the cravat. "You've been drinking from the souls of others to make up for your lack."

"No!" Panicked, Rusty shoved at Shiro with both hands. "I don't! I don't do that!"

Shiro grabbed Rusty's wrists, jerking them up over his head, and shoved, pushing Rusty back down onto the cushions. "Yes, you do." He caught Rusty's chin in his hand and leaned over him, his slitted copper gaze staring hard at Rusty. "You have been, for years." His long white hair fell past his shoulders enveloping them both in a frosty curtain. "Its how you've managed to remain alive."

"This is bullshit! Let go!" Rusty jerked at his wrists and twisted, but couldn't pull free. For the first time, in a very long time, he wasn't strong enough. He gasped, shocked.

Shiro smiled, showing his fangs. "Yes, you are very strong, inhumanly strong, but then, so am I." His eyes narrowed and his ears flicked back to lie against his skull. "Do we have an understanding?"

Rusty couldn't escape the hands that held him or the copper eyes staring into his. "Are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you?" Shiro snorted in disgust and his ears turned up and to the sides. "No idiot, I'm trying to save you." He released Rusty's hands and sat up. "I'm just glad I found you in time."

"Save me?" Rusty pushed up onto his elbows and scowled. "Save me from what? I was fine until you showed up!"

"You are anything but fine." Shiro opened his palm against Rusty's chest and shoved, pushing him back down without even trying.

"There's nothing wrong with me!" Rusty shoved at Shiro's hand, but couldn't move it from over his heart.

Shiro smiled sadly. "Rusty, you should not be this weak."

"Weak?" Rusty stared up at him. "I break damned near everything I touch!"

"Because you don't have enough power to control what strength you do have." Shiro shook his head and sighed. "It's a wonder you've managed to survive this long."

Rusty scowled. "I told you, I'm fine, thank you very much!"

"You are not fine." Shiro's set his other palm against Rusty's chilled cheek. "Feeding through your costumes is a very clever way to live on the scraps from human passion, but it's not enough to maintain you. You are starving to death."

My costumes? Rusty's blood went cold. "What has this got to do with my costumes?"

"You're bleeding a little from the soul of everyone that wears anything you make. I could feel the spell the moment I touched the silk."

"I am not!" Rusty shook his head, pulling away from the palm against his cheek. "I don't do magic!"

Shiro rolled his eyes. "Rusty, you are magic. It's what you're made of." His ears flicked back. "Haven't you been listening?"

"Listening to what? What you're saying is insane!"

Shiro snorted. "No one does denial like a human." He leaned on his palm, pinning Rusty under him. "Think Rusty, what do you do when a costume you've painstakingly created is returned?"

Rusty blinked. "It goes to the cleaners."

"It goes downstairs to your workroom, your den, and then what do you do with it?"

Rusty could feel something being drawn from him, something he didn't want to say, something he didn't want to know. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I send it to the cleaners."

Shiro cupped Rusty's chin. "Look at me."

"No!" Rusty closed his eyes tighter and grabbed for Shiro's wrist, but it was like trying to bend steel. His groan sounded suspiciously like a whimper.

"Look at me!"

Rusty's eyes snapped open.

Shiro's copper gaze bored into his. "Rusty, what do you do with a costume on its return, before you send it to the cleaners?"

Rusty struggled, but he couldn't break Shiro's hold, or break from the hot copper gaze boring into his. "Shiro, please…!"

"Rusty…" Shiro's ears flicked back, laying flat. Flames seemed to dance in the slitted heart of his gaze. "Answer the question. What do you do with the costumes before you send it to the cleaners? Say it."

"I…" He could not stop his mouth from answering. "I lay it out on the cutting table."

Shiro's brow rose and a smile lifted the corner of his mouth, exposing an overlong incisor. "And then you…?" His finger's tightened on Rusty's jaw. "Say it."

Rusty winced and clenched his jaw, but couldn't stop his lips from replying. "I…sleep on them."

Shiro nodded slowly and his tall ears eased forward. "Yes, you sleep on the costume, draining it of the life-force infused into the fabric."

"I…" Rusty trembled under him. I don't! He wanted to scream it, but the words wouldn't pass his lips. Because he did; every single time. He fell asleep, perched on a stool at the cutting table clutching every costume he'd ever made. He'd awaken with the dawn with his face pressed into the fabric. "You're saying I'm a vampire?"

"I'm saying that your body is missing its spirit, so it feeds on the spirits of others. You've found an interesting way to do it without killing anyone, but if you keep on as you have been, sooner or later, the people that wear your costumes will begin to die."

Rusty shivered hard. "Die?"

"Yes." Shiro unknotted the cravat around Rusty's throat. "You'll do it just to survive. You won't be able to stop yourself." He pulled the blood-soaked cravat free. His fingers slid down to tug at the buttons of Rusty's vest, opening it, then began opening Rusty's shirt.

"Wait!" Rusty grabbed for Shiro's wrists. "What are you doing?"

"If I drink from you, your body will stop bleeding." Shiro eased his wrists free from Rusty's hands. "Don't worry, I won't take much." He jerked the bandage from Rusty's throat.

Rusty flinched and hot wetness flowed down shoulder. "Shit."

Shiro bent over Rusty, his silk robes and long hair sweeping across Rusty's body.

Rusty grabbed for Shiro's shoulders, knowing damned well he couldn't do a thing to stop him.

"Relax." Shiro's voice purred directly against Rusty's ear. "You're acting like a frightened virgin."

Rusty scowled up into Shiro's inhuman eyes. "How else am I supposed to act when you're acting like a lust-crazed pervert?"

Shiro chuckled and turned Rusty's face to the side, exposing the full length of his throat. "Who's acting?"

Rusty shivered. "Was that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Quit whining and take it like a man." Shiro's open mouth pressed against Rusty's throat. His tongue laved against the seeping scars.

Hot, wet velvet stroked along the long muscles down the side of Rusty's throat, following the trail of blood. Lips very gently sucked.

Rusty closed his eyes and trembled. Having someone drinking your blood was beyond weird, but it didn't feel bad. It didn't even feel creepy. In fact, the sensuous movements of lips and tongue and the warm weight of Shiro's body pressing full length on top of him was more than a little…stimulating. His breath escaped on a groan.

Shiro swallowed. "That's better." He licked again.

Rusty shifted under Shiro to ease the aching tightness in his jeans. Not that it did any good. Shiro's mouth working against his throat felt way too much like his dream, only…sweeter, almost comforting. Except for the fact that his cock was so damned hard. He bit down on his lip to keep from arching up to rub against the warm belly above him. Good god, why was he so hard?

Shiro swallowed and licked down Rusty's shoulder. He shifted between Rusty's splayed thighs, rubbing what felt like an impressive erection against the seam of Rusty's jeans.

A white hot bolt of raw pleasure forced a gasp from Rusty's mouth. He grabbed Shiro's ass with both hands to stop his movements, but all it did was press Shiro's erection tighter against Rusty's cock. Shiro's naked erection. He wasn't wearing a damned thing under that robe. A tiny moan of lust escaped.

Shiro leaned up. Scarlet was smeared across his bottom lip. He licked it and smiled. "There you are, the bleeding has stopped."

Rusty hastily released Shiro's ass to grip the cushions under him. Okay, so Shiro hadn't been lying - about that. "Gee, thanks."

Shiro licked his lips, rising off of Rusty's body. "My pleasure."

Rusty took a deep breath in sheer relief that Shiro was finally off his dick. Any more of that and he'd cum in his pants.

Shiro pressed his palms over Rusty's bare chest. "Feeling better?" His fingers found Rusty's nipples. He plucked.

Delight speared straight down into Rusty's cock. It jumped and he gasped. "Shit!"

Shiro's smile broadened, showing his long teeth. "Ah, I see that you are." He traced his fingers down Rusty's belly to cup his crotch in a hot palm. "And here?" He squeezed.

Heat and lust rocketed up Rusty's spine and detonated in the back of his skull. He arched up hard against Shiro's hand, and shouted. "Oh, fuck!"

"That bad?" Shiro licked his lips and tugged at Rusty's belt-buckle, loosening it. "Well, we can't have that."

"Whoa, hey!" Rusty choked and sat up, grabbing for Shiro's wrists "What are you doing now?"

Shiro set his hand over Rusty's heart and shoved, pushing him back down into the cushions. "I would think it's obvious?" He plucked Rusty's button open and pulled the zipper downward.

Rusty jerked his knees up and grabbed for his open pants. "Quit that, you perv!"

"No." Shiro slid the hand pressing Rusty into the cushions to the side and trapped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. At the same time, he slid his other hand into Rusty's open jeans and grasped his cock.

The delicious pinch on his nipple, and the warm snug hand on his dick, sent a searing bolt of howling lust straight to Rusty's balls. He threw his head back, gasping.

Shiro eased Rusty's cock free of his jeans brushed his thumb against the tip of Rusty's cock-head. His thumb came away damp with leaking cum. "Ah, you're weeping for me." He smiled. "How sweet."

"Why?" Rusty trembled among the cushions. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"You need to feed properly." Shiro snug palm stroked Rusty's cock downward from the flared crown to the root, then back up. "Sex is the fastest way to do it."

A groan of sheer animal pleasure exploded from Rusty's throat. His fingers dug into the cushions under him. Shiro's hand felt so damned good.

Shiro released a rumbling sound very like a feline purr. "Oh, that was nice." He leaned over Rusty's body his lips only a breath away from Rusty's. "Do it again." He gave Rusty's cock a hard slow pull, then swiped his thumb across the very tip.

Rusty shuddered with the exquisite torment and groaned loudly. He couldn't stop himself.

Shiro pressed his lips over Rusty's open mouth, his tongue surging in and stroking, as though seeking to taste the sound.

Rusty stiffened, startled. The invading tongue was gentle, yet thoroughly investigative and he tasted, interesting. There was a flavor that hadn't been there before. Rusty stroked his tongue against Shiro's, kissing him back. The flavor of Shiro's kiss became richer and…exciting. He couldn't quite figure out what it was, but it seemed bright, and delicious. He wanted more. He needed more.

Shiro's mouth closed tight over Rusty's, his kiss turning demanding, and his hand tightened on Rusty's cock pumping with strong slow pulls.

Rolled under by the drugging pleasure Shiro's exquisite kiss and the skilled hand stroking his cock, Rusty couldn't stop himself from arching up under Shiro, deliberately pushing himself into Shiro's hand, seeking more.

Belly to belly, Shiro groaned and rolled, rubbing the hot length of his cock against Rusty's inner thigh.

Rusty moaned. The hot pressure building in him was overwhelming. He was going to cum…

Shiro curled his fingers around the waistband on the backside of Rusty's jeans. Slowly, he eased them downward.

Cool air washed against Rusty's ass. Startled, Rusty grabbed what few brain cells he had working and jerked his mouth from Shiro's to grab for his pants. "Shiro!"

Shiro rose up on his palms and smiled, his tall ears tipping forward. "Do you really want cum in your jeans?"

Rusty froze, shocked. "I, uh…" He hadn't actually planned to go that far. Hell, he hadn't planned on going this far, but… But he could barely think past the fierce aching pressure in his balls. There was no way in hell he could stop. Orgasm, and the mess that came with it, was going to happen, and soon. Heat burned in his cheeks and he swallowed. "No, I don't."

Shiro nodded. "I thought not." He tugged on Rusty's jeans, exposing the full length of Rusty's cock, then lower still, past his ass to his thighs.

His face hot with embarrassment Rusty dropped his gaze. His dick was dripping with seepage and his entire body trembled with the urge for release.

Shiro lifted a brow and smiled, then jerked Rusty's jeans all the way down to his ankles, and peeled them off, dropping them on the floor.

Rusty flinched. Wearing only his open shirt, vest, and socks, he felt so…exposed. He dropped his chin and looked up at Shiro from under his hair. "Happy now?"

Shiro rose to his knees, his robes parting. "Quite." The strong pale column of an impressive erection arched upward from under the knotted sash, rising from a soft thatch of white curls, above his lightly furred ball sack. The flared crown was flushed a rich purple and weeping with eagerness. Shiro was definitely…happy.

Rusty stared. He couldn't help it. He hadn't ever seen anything quite so…lewd. His own cock gave in involuntary jump.

Shiro eased off the lounge to stand facing Rusty. He smiled, tilted his head to the side and lifted a brow. "Ready to finish?" He held out his hand.

As if he had a choice? Rusty nodded and took Shiro's hand.

"Good." Shiro tugged Rusty upright onto his feet. "Time to reposition." He tugged his robes to the side, exposing the long muscular line of his bare thigh, and sat back down on the chaise lounge, the robes and his huge white tail spilling across the cushions on the far left. Gripping Rusty's hips, Shiro tugged him down onto the cushions to sit between his spread legs.

Sitting between Shiro's naked thighs with the heat of a really firm erection pressing against his spine, Rusty swallowed hard. How had he gotten himself into this?

Shiro leaned to Rusty's left. "Now, then…" He set his palm inside Rusty's left thigh and tugged it up, over his bare left thigh, spreading Rusty open, then pushed Rusty a bit further over, off his erection. "This way, I can jack you off, while you jack me off. Simple, yes?"

Rusty turned slightly to face Shiro and licked his lips. A mutual jack-off? He took a deep breath, and looked down at Shiro's pale erection, and then his own rising against his belly. Well, he needed to do something… "Okay."

Shiro smiled. "Good. Touch me."

Touch him. Rusty swallowed and twisted to the left. He reached over with his right hand and wrapped his fingers around Shiro's cock. It was smooth as expensive silk and hot against his palm. Okay, this isn't so bad… He swept his palm up the long firm column to the flared crown and brushed his thumb across the damp tip.

Shiro leaned against Rusty's left shoulder, pressing his cheek against Rusty's, and sighed. "Mmm, yes. Tighter." He reached over and closed his hand around Rusty's cock, then stroked and squeezed.

The breathtaking torment of Shiro's grip arched Rusty's spine and tore a gasp from his throat. He squeezed Shiro by reflex.

Shiro groaned. "That's more like it." He gripped Rusty's cock and started stroking with fierce strength and ruthless determination.

Rusty pumped Shiro the same way, matching him stroke for stroke. Tension gathered, coiling into a tight hot knot within him, until soft desperate sounds spilled from his throat. The scent of raw lust filled the air between them.

Shiro's arm tightened around Rusty, drawing him close. "Relax. Don't try to fight it. Just let go."

Panting for breath, Rusty looked up into Shiro's fierce copper gaze and was unable to look away. Hunger… He was looking at naked hunger. He shuddered, right on the trembling edge of release.

"That's it. Now…" Shiro smiled, showing teeth, and licked his lips. "Cum for me." He reached around to capture Rusty's nipple and tugged.

Delight speared straight down into Rusty's dick. He gasped, his spine arching, and tumbled into the tight ferocious clutch of climax. Cum surged, pumping from him in a hot delicious, mind-numbing spill. He shouted out his release.

Shiro covered Rusty's mouth with his lips, stealing his cries, his tongue surging in to take possession.

Shaking in the wake of his release, Rusty could taste that illusive flavor thick on Shiro's tongue; sweeter than any confection, more potent than the finest whisky. In that moment he knew what it was -- it was passion. He was literally tasting Shiro's rising climax. And he wanted it, he needed it… A scarlet wave of ravenous bestial hunger clawed through him.

Rusty locked his free hand in Shiro's hair to hold their mouths together, lapping, and sucking, kissing Shiro with utter physical greed. It wasn't enough. More, he needed more… He needed Shiro to cum. His hand tightened on Shiro's cock, stroking mercilessly hard and fast.

Shiro groaned into Rusty's mouth and his eyes closed tight. His cock jumped in Rusty's pumping hand. Cum surged and sprayed, spilling hot thick wetness over Rusty's fist and across his thigh.

Shiro's ecstasy exploded on Rusty's tongue, filling his mouth with vicious white-hot molten sweetness. Too much! He pushed at Shiro to break the kiss.

Shiro locked his arms around Rusty in blatant refusal, pinning him chest to chest.

Rusty's eyes opened to stare into Shiro's narrowed copper gaze while fire poured down his throat. Shiro was not going to let him go. He shuddered under the burning assault. It speared into his heart, spilling outward into his blood, setting it ablaze. Sweat ran down his body. Got to stop! He pushed hard against Shiro's chest, but it was like shoving at a living breathing brick wall.

A savage growl rumbled in Shiro's chest. Ruthlessly, he pushed Rusty down onto his back among the cushions, and pinned him with his body, and his burning kiss.

Rusty writhed under him, the flow pouring into him, setting every nerve in his body on fire, scalding him from the inside out, burning him alive. No! He screamed into Shiro's mouth and raised his knee, jamming it into Shiro's belly, then shoved with all his strength. Claws scored burning lines along his ribs and the sound of ripping fabric was loud.

He broke free and twisted away, rolling off the lounge, and landing on the floor in a crumpled heap. He stared down at the faded carpet under his cheek, his head spinning as though he'd downed an entire bottle of hard liquor in one sitting.

"Oh, no you don't!" Shiro lunged off the antique couch, landing on top of him. He wrestled Rusty onto his back and straddled him, pinning him down on the worn carpet. "Drink it, damn you!"

"No!" Rusty kicked out and shoved, but Shiro was too heavy to move. "It's too much!"

"You need it, you idiot!" Shiro grabbed for Rusty's wrists and shoved them down on the floor. "Take it!" He pressed his mouth over Rusty's.

A blazing river of raw flame filled his mouth and poured straight down Rusty's throat. He choked and jerked his head away. "I don't want it!"

"Too bad for you." Shiro bared his teeth and pinned both of Rusty's wrists in one hand. "I will not lose you!" He grasped Rusty's jaw, his fingers digging in with punishing strength, forcing Rusty's mouth open. He bared his long teeth then dropped over him, locking his mouth onto Rusty's.

A torrent of fire spilled into Rusty's mouth and seared down his throat. He arched and bucked under Shiro's weight, but he couldn't break the kiss. Shiro would not let go. The searing essence pouring into him began to churn violently within him. Tears streaking down his cheeks, his screams muffled by Shiro's brutal kiss, he submerged under the molten flow of raw ecstasy and was consumed.

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