Haunted { part two }

We cannot really experiment with love
as freely as we wish...
It is really a much more complicated topic.



"I guess you just get used to it," the pink-haired boy murmured.

"Really?"

"Hai..."

Soujiro tilted his head to the side for a moment, thinking. He definitely did feel strange, but it wasn't something bad and he rather enjoyed it. Kamatari obviously was feeling better, at least to some extent. It added to Soujiro's feeling of elation. He liked the feeling of Kamatari's delicate weight resting against him, the way the smaller boy's breath whispered against his skin, warming it. Somehow, it just seemed natural.

He began to speak, and noticed with some wonder how his voice had seemed to deepen within the last few moments; clearing his throat, he tried again. "C-can we do it again?"

Kamatari stared at him for a moment, then grinned, nestling against Soujiro. "As much as you like, Souji." He pulled the dark-haired boy close, and kissed him again, this time holding back just slightly, teasing. Soujiro was trembling with excitement, though he really wasn't quite sure why. His body was acting like his mind had disappeared, which he felt just might be doing so. It was getting rather difficult to think, much less to find things to think about that didn't involve Kamatari.

The pink-haired boy slid his hands across the expanse of Soujiro's slender body, his fingertips finding soft blue fabric and the hint of muscle beneath as he touched his back, then over his shoulders, to the slight rise of his chest. Soujiro moaned as he felt Kamatari's fingers brush his chest, shuddering at the strange half-felt sensation.

Kamatari drew back, chuckling at Soujiro's reaction. "You all right, Souji?" He teased, looking up into the dark pools of the boy's eyes.

With a watery sigh, Soujiro nodded. His usually calm and composed mind was racing around itself in circles, trying to make sense of the situation. Used to knowing all the facts and expectations, Soujiro was faced with an entirely different thing, now, attempting to separate all the thoughts and feelings he was experiencing, knowing he was utterly unprepared for what was happening.

His body, however, seemed to have a much better hold on the situation, and he realized he was trembling with...excitement? Fear? He wanted something very, very badly, but he couldn't figure out what exactly that something was. That sudden hardness forming at the juncture of his legs, however, was beginning to get uncomfortable.

Kamatari knew. Soujiro was sure of that. And he had agreed when Kamatari had asked him to trust in him, because he knew it would be all right.

The other boy's hand moved along the hollow of his belly, and he felt something warm and intoxicating curl in the base of his spine, running shivers along his skin. He looked at Kamatari with a sort of helplessness, and saw a glimmer of recognition and understanding there.

His blue eyes were full of questions. "Kamatari...?"

"Mm?"

"What is it? This feeling?"

Kamatari smiled a knowing smile, even as he felt the other boy's erection pressing slightly against him. "It's up to you to decide that, Souji. I can't tell you that. You have to realize it for yourself."

"Oh," Soujiro sighed softly, believing in the other's wisdom in such things.

Kamatari thought for a moment, about whether or not he should continue. He wanted Soujiro so very badly, but he didn't want to do anything that would cause problems between them later. It wasn't worth disrupting their friendship for a night or so of passion, though the encounter, he knew, would be fantastic. He was surprised to realize the extent of how much he wanted something like this to mean to Soujiro, surprised to realize how much he cared about what Soujiro would think of him. Living as he did, he had built barriers against most people and their reactions to him. He felt those barriers lowered, for Soujiro.


Do I...do I love you, Souji?

Suddenly, the pink-haired boy smiled. "Would you like to learn other things? I could show you, if you want." What you feel, Souji... it's probably nothing more than physical desire. You’re so innocent about everything...it's too adorable.

Whatever Kamatari wanted to show him, it would be fine. Kamatari wouldn't hurt him, he knew that. Not that he was expecting pain.

Such things were still comforting to know.

Kamatari looked around for a moment, his eyes coming to rest on Soujiro's bed. Gently, he directed the /tenken/ in that direction. I'll do my best, Sou-kun...

Soujiro wondered what Kamatari was going to do. He had a little bit of an idea, from the way Shishio and Yumi acted at times, but much to his chagrin, he was still quite unversed about matters in that department.

Gently, Kamatari guided the dark-haired boy down on to the mats, smiling reassuringly the whole time. He had no idea how Soujiro was going to react to his actions, and he didn't want to frighten the young bishounen anymore than he might be already. That is, if Soujiro even felt fear.

Everything about Soujiro was amazing to Kamatari. Every move he made was one to be worshipped, and he wanted nothing more than to give him the best he possibly could. He'd never felt like this before, even among the others he'd slept with. It was a past time, he thought, nothing more; something to quell the tension.

But this was different. He wanted to give everything to Soujiro. He wanted more than just this time.

I do love you, Souji.

He realized then that he'd never fallen in love before.

But Shishio; I thought I loved him. He was so fascinating and beautiful, carrying the scars of betrayal, and the flame of a new life. Was it just infatuation?

Soujiro was watching Kamatari calmly. "Kamatari-san?"

Kamatari blinked, then turned to face Soujiro. "Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

The expression Kamatari assumed to be concern was on Soujiro's face again, and he couldn't resist the urge to suddenly hug the dark-haired boy. Souji "It's nothing. I'm just fine."

Soujiro smiled, a true smile. "All right."

Again, they kissed, and Kamatari decided that now was the time. Whatever happened later, they’d work it out. Breaking away, Kamatari turned Soujiro around in his loose embrace, settling the slightly smaller boy down comfortably in his lap. Kamatari’s hands slid down Soujiro’s body, untying the boy’s hakama with skilled fingers, listening as the tenken’s breath caught in his throat. As if it were nothing more than an accident, the pink-haired boy’s fingers brushed, feather-light, across the hardened flesh of Soujiro’s still-covered erection. And he smiled as the other jumped in his arms, blue eyes widening as if he’d just been struck.

Kamatari nearly purred. "Are you all right, Souji?"

So responsive...

Soujiro was still quivering. "Y-yes."

"Aa." Kamatari chuckled mentally, then lifted his hands, drawing Soujiro’s blue gi open, pulling on the cloth gently as it fell from the boy’s shoulders. The stark whiteness of the western-style shirt was nothing more than a simple distraction, and his fingers moved to the first button.

Kamatari really hated buttons. He’d never gotten the hang of the things, and they were impeding his actions to a considerable degree, not at all helped by the fact that he couldn’t see what he was doing. With a tiny sigh of frustration, he managed the first one, then reached for the second.

"Would you like some help?" Soujiro whispered, turning his head to look at Kamatari from the corner of his eye.

The pink-haired boy thought about that for a moment. "Aa...yes. Please." He gave a half-chagrined smile at his own ineffectiveness.

Soujiro smiled back in response. Deftly, his fingers worked each button loose, and Kamatari couldn’t help but be amazed at how simple the boy made the task look.

"Thanks."

"...No problem."

Kamatari leaned his head against Soujiro’s, his fingers lightly caressing Soujiro’s bare chest. The dark-haired tenken was quite well built, and Kamatari tried not to feel inadequate.

"That tickles."

"Sorry..."

Soujiro squirmed a bit. "It’s all right. Feels good."

Kamatari smiled at that. "Really? I can make you feel better." Playfully, his hand moved to the right, brushing over the other boy’s nipple with his fingertips, turning his head slightly to blow into Soujiro’s ear.

The boy shuddered atop Kamatari. "Hey..."

The other hand snaked down, lightly stroking the pale skin of his stomach, tracing the defined ridges of muscle. "You know," Kamatari murmured softly, "you’re really beautiful. Did you know that?"

Soujiro started, then relaxed again. "People say that sometimes."

"It’s true." Kamatari kissed the boy’s neck again, then flicked out his tongue, lapping at soft flesh. He was feeling uncomfortably aroused, but he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He inched his hand down Soujiro’s belly, sliding beneath the fabric of the hakama; he could feel Soujiro trembling in his embrace, and that only added to his pleasure.

The dark-haired boy cried out softly when Kamatari’s hand brushed against his bare erection.

Kamatari purred. "Like that?"

"Y-yes, Kamatari..."

"Good."

Kamatari considered teasing the poor boy senseless; he knew exactly how to do it, after all, it was one fine point to having an active sex life. Next time, he reminded himself, as his slender fingers encircled Soujiro’s throbbing sex.

Ouch, Kamatari thought with almost clinical detachment, that’s gotta be painful. And I thought I got excited easily.

Beneath his tongue, Kamatari could feel Soujiro’s pulse pounding, just under the skin. He’d never seen the young tenken get worked up over anything, and it excited him even more to know that he was the one causing it. Slowly, his hand began to move, stroking the boy, squeezing gently as he listened to Soujiro’s wavering breath.

Soujiro practically writhed under Kamatari’s skilled ministrations, his fingers clutching at the other boy’s kimono. Fiery heat raged through his veins, curling in his spine, exciting him even more. He’d never, ever felt like this before, amazed at how wonderful Kamatari was making him feel. It was as if his body had a mind of its own, and he couldn’t help the bucking of his hips or the tiny gasping noises he was making.

And still Kamatari stroked, his lips curling around the lobe of Soujiro’s ear, flicking his tongue against the edge, dragging his nails lightly against fevered flesh like a fiend, though it didn’t hurt at all. Soujiro arched against Kamatari’s body, his trembling becoming yet more intense as he came closer to the edge.

"Amazing," Kamatari murmured softly, half-lidded eyes gauging Soujiro’s reactions. I wonder...

His hand stilled; Soujiro whimpered with loss. "Ka-Kamatari?" The boy asked questioningly, his voice shuddering and filled with an almost subconscious fear. Had he done something wrong?

"Shh," the pink-haired boy murmured. He shifted, removing Soujiro from his lap, laying the tenken down on the sleeping mats. Soujiro watched him intently, his face still flushed with passion and near-climax, deep blue eyes questioning. Kamatari smiled back at him, giving the slightly smaller boy a kiss on the side of his mouth.

As quickly as he possibly could, he removed his kimono, dropping it in a heap on the floor. Entirely un-self-consciously, he knelt beside Soujiro again, his hand once again stroking the boy’s stomach and hip. "You’re...amazing." Kamatari couldn’t think of any other word to describe his lover.

Soujiro was still watching him, his face almost impassive, though Kamatari imagined he could see a faint blush creeping across Soujiro’s face. Indeed, the boy made a tantalizing scene, half-bared body sprawled across the mats in perfect peace.

Kamatari watched a moment longer, a somewhat-dreamy smile crossing his face.

"What?" Soujiro murmured softly.

The pink-haired boy shook his head. "Nah. It’s nothing." Kamatari glanced at the boy’s loose hakama, then smirked. "This is an impediment," he stated blandly, then deftly proceeded to remove it. Gently nudging Soujiro’s hips upwards, the dark blue cloth came off without further protest, and was tossed carelessly aside.

Kamatari winked at Soujiro. "Saves on laundry."

Soujiro arched a brow. "Oh."

Taking a moment to examine Soujiro, Kamatari realized with no small amount of delight that his lover was flawless. He’d never really thought of beautiful as a term for another man, but Soujiro simply was. Perfect, in proportion and demeanor, a perfect individual with no equal.

Soujiro cocked his head to the side, not at all bothered by the fact that he was nude from the waist down. "What are you thinking about, Kamatari-san?"

"Heaven." He smiled. Kamatari positioned himself between Soujiro’s knees, his gaze always focused on Soujiro’s face, sloe eyes taking in everything in silent worship. Slowly, one of his hands dropped lower, once again brushing against the taut heat of Soujiro’s erection, making the dark-haired boy whimper.

Kamatari murmured Soujiro’s name, softly, before engulfing the boy’s shaft in his mouth.

Soujiro bit back a scream as hot, wet heat surrounded him, pleasure even more intense than before bringing the sting of tears to his eyes. "K-Kamatari!"

Had the other boy been otherwise unoccupied, he would have smirked. As it was, he contented himself with wrapping his tongue around the head, dragging whimpers and moans of pleasure from his inexperienced lover. His hand reached lower, gently stroking the soft weight of Soujiro’s testicles, massaging gently as he took Soujiro deeper within himself. Silently, he praised the gods for all his previous encounters...he knew exactly how to give Soujiro the blowjob of his life.

It was hard for Soujiro not to openly scream. The things Kamatari was doing to him were unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t help the muffled sounds from coming, and even when he pressed the heel of his palm to his mouth, sound still escaped.

Kamatari sucked hard, drawing Soujiro completely into his mouth, his throat muscles constricting around the head in an erotic sort of massage. His tongue stroked the throbbing vein on the underside, feeling the organ twitch within his mouth. One hand braced Soujiro’s hips; he was used to lovers thrusting in, but Soujiro was obviously very excitable.

Soujiro was whimpering even louder now; he felt so close to...something; he didn’t understand what exactly/that was, but he was close. Tears streamed from his eyes, but they weren’t tears of pain. A sudden ecstasy overwhelmed him, sent him reeling; he lost all sense of anything but pleasure, bliss unlike anything he’d ever known. Fragmented light flashed in his vision, and he shuddered with the sheer magnitude of his orgasm.

It was almost a surprise when Soujiro came. If he were anyone else, Kamatari supposed he wouldn’t have been prepared. There really weren’t any signs, nothing like the usual; it just happened.

Wow.

Gasping for breath, his legs trembling on either side of Kamatari’s body, Soujiro lifted his head weakly to look at his lover’s smirking face. "Oh, gods..."

"Really?" Kamatari really looked pleased with himself.

"Aiyaah..." Soujiro’s head flopped back down, only to raise a few seconds later. "What about you, Kamatari-san?"

Kamatari blinked. No one had ever been concerned about him in this way. It was always wham, bam, thank you ma’am...er...sir. and that was it. To be treated this was rather endearing. He glanced at Soujiro, thinking a moment as he lifted the boy’s hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Do you want me to keep going?" the pink-haired boy whispered softly, looking up into his lover’s deep blue eyes.

Soujiro nodded. Truly, he didn’t know everything about what was going on, but Kamatari had made him feel things that he’d never felt before; and he liked that. He liked the things Kamatari was doing to him, and didn’t want him to stop.

A contented little sigh escaped Kamatari’s lips as he ran his hand down Soujiro’s chest. Then he nudged the boy, poking his side just a little playfully. "Roll over, Souji."

The dark-haired boy looked at Kamatari questioningly, but did as he was asked without any more hesitation. "What...?"

"Shh. Now up." He guided Soujiro to his knees, running his hand over the gentle curve of the boy’s spine, splaying his fingers across one smooth cheek. The boy was, quite simply, exquisite; Kamatari wanted to memorize him piece by piece, touch, sight, and taste.

"Kamatari?" Soujiro craned his neck to look at the boy behind him.

"Mm?"

"Are you okay?" The young tenken really did seem concerned...

Kamatari nodded. "Never better." He reached over to his discarded kimono, retrieving a small bottle from one of the sleeves, his hands nearly trembling with excitement. Soujiro’s posture and position were almost enough as they were, baring everything so innocently, without the pretense of modesty or self-deprecation.

He uncorked the bottle and poured some of the sweet-smelling liquid into his palm.

"What’s that?" Soujiro asked curiously.

Kamatari gave a reassuring smile to the /tenken/, coating his fingers with the oil. "It’s to help. This might hurt a little, but only for a little while."

"Aa." If the thought of pain bothered Soujiro at all, he didn’t show it.

"Now, just relax, Souji," Kamatari soothed, leaning over Soujiro’s lean body as his slick fingers found the boy’s entrance, tentatively pressing inwards.

Automatically, the tight ring of muscle clenched, but Kamatari pursued relentlessly. Beneath him, Soujiro’s body bucked, a slight whimper coming from his gritted teeth.

"Okay?"

There was a stiff nod in reply; Kamatari probed deeper, pressing a soothing kiss to Soujiro’s shoulder. The oil coated the boy’s passage, lubricating this first entry; Kamatari added another finger.

Soujiro was panting. It hurt, a little; perhaps it would have hurt more, but Soujiro was used to pain; he could block most of it, anyway. But the little pain he did feel was beginning to fade, being replaced by a sense of pleasure almost as intense as what Kamatari had done to him before. He couldn’t help himself; he pressed back against those intruding fingers, aching for more of that sensation.

Gently, Kamatari stretched the boy, adding a third finger, pressing in, searching for...

There.

It was hard not to scream. The world spun and exploded around Soujiro as Kamatari’s fingers hit that bundle of nerves hidden deep within his body, and he let out a strangled moan as his elbows buckled, forehead resting against his crossed arms.

"Okay?" Kamatari’s husky voice hid a certain amount of humor in its tone.

"Y-yeah..." Soujiro squirmed against those fingers, craving more. Kamatari worked his fingers a few moments more, stretching, before removing them and reaching for the bottle yet again.

Soujiro whimpered again, this time in loss. Everything was feeling wonderful, and then it ended so abruptly...

"Don’t worry," Kamatari chuckled, obviously amused by Soujiro’s actions. He poured more of the oil into his hand, this time running his wet palm along his swollen length, lubricating it. Looking back to Soujiro’s raised backside, he couldn’t help but stare. Why hadn’t he paid attention to the younger boy before?

Because of Shishio.

He quickly dispelled that train of thought, raising himself up, aligning his hard cock with Soujiro’s entrance. There were much better things to think of, at the moment.

Soujiro tensed, feeling something burning hot and incredibly hard press up against his backside. He looked back again at the tense look of concentration on Kamatari’s face, and smiled. A true smile, only for Kamatari.

Kamatari saw it; his eyes softened, and he slid inside, gently, trying his hardest not to hurt Soujiro. "Sorry," he murmured softly.

Even within the protection of his mental blocks, Soujiro could still feel the pain Kamatari’s entrance caused. He felt himself being stretched, further than he ever thought he could-but he didn’t even flinch. He wasn’t weak.

Further, Kamatari thrust inwards, until he was completely buried within Soujiro’s tight body. Hot, moist heat enveloped him like a glove, and he groaned in pleasure at the sheer sensation of it. Soujiro was pressing back; his lithe body shuddered with barely suppressed tension as Kamatari burrowed deep within him.

Kamatari withdrew slowly, nearly all the way before plunging back in. He started slowly, unconsciously gaining speed and intensity with each thrust, angling his hips to hit Soujiro’s prostate with each stroke. Soujiro was beneath him, whimpering and panting as each movement brought his body more and more alive until he was nothing but a writhing mass of hormones beneath his lover, arching back, desperately seeking more, trembling with exertion.

Arms wrapped around Soujiro’s slender body; one hand snaked down, grasping the boy’s new erection and pumping, each stroke a counterpoint to his frantic pounding. He was on the edge; he felt it, saw it, kaleidoscope and shattered light reaching up for him, lulling him over.

Soujiro couldn’t handle it anymore. His muscles clenched as he came for the second time, his seed spattering across the blanket in a white wash of heat. Kamatari /did/ scream then, back arching as his head flew back, movements stilling as he emptied himself into his lover’s receptive body.

For that moment, time stood still, each savoring the purity of ecstasy.

Kamatari was panting hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pressed a grateful kiss to Soujiro’s neck. "Thank you, Souji," he murmured quietly, withdrawing from Soujiro’s body as he collapsed in a boneless heap beside Soujiro, pulling the dark-haired boy down with him.

"For what?" Soujiro’s voice was subdued and thoughtful.

"Everything." Kamatari nestled Soujiro into his arms, drawing his dry blanket over them as they lay still, too tired to move. He gently kissed one of the tenken’s cheeks, then smiled. "Are you okay, Souji?"

Soujiro sighed contentedly. "I'm fine. A little sore, but..."

"Sorry."

After a moment of still peacefulness, Soujiro sat back up. "Kamatari?"

"Mm?"

Kamatari opened one eye tiredly, glancing at the other’s flushed, radiant face. There was a moment’s pause, then, "Let’s do it again."

He groaned.

-fin