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Tempestuous
~ A Shounen-ai Fantasy ~
A Yaoi Novel

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Art by Eiris
Key
Kitsune
In the fairy tales all foxes
are said to be possessed by demonic fox spirits --
especially masks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
Tempestuous
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