Authors: B. D. Heywood
This loving should be slow, tender, an aching exploration of his beloved. But the vampire had no time for that. His true enemy, daylight, already stalked him. Yet, for these precious moments, he would risk death.
“
Gomen nasai. Yurushite, koibito
.” Arisada begged for forgiveness even as his fingers clawed at Tatsu’s fly. He yanked chaps and pants down. One tug ripped Tatsu’s jock in two. A hiss of delight escaped him when Tatsu’s erection bounced out, a pale arch in the thin light. Arisada’s hands closed around the hot tube, stroked it with hard, possessive tugs. This cock—burning like a molten rod in his hand—so new yet so hauntingly familiar.
He stroked along its length, knowing every contour of its beautiful landscape. Caressed over each sensitive spots, sending ecstasy shuddering through this yearning body.
The knowing touch of Arisada’s hand fired jolts of pure lightning along every nerve to the top of his head. Shudders ripped through him. Pleasure consumed his loins. His thighs trembled, muscles gone weak with a fine trembling. Only his desperate clutch on the tree held him upright.
“
Dozo
, do it. Suck me.” He jerked forward, presented his rampant cock, demanding and eager.
Arisada dropped to his knees. Tenderly, he gazed at the hollows slanting down from the jut of hips. The sweet dip of tendons into his groin. That curling of hair at the root of his iron-hard member. The tracery of blue veins beneath saffron skin. The perfect helmet glistening with precum.
All these sights and tastes and scents were Arisada’s for this night only. He seared them into his memory.
Quivering with want, Arisada rubbed the heated length of Tatsu’s throbbing prick over his cheek and lips. His thumb rolled over the tender, ripe cockhead. Oh, the silkiness of the skin, the steel beneath it, the heat, the male musky odor.
“
Koibito,
let me taste you.” The plea of centuries ago.
Astonishment filled Tatsu as the vampire kissed the taut head of his prick with a tender reverence. Hadn’t he wanted this from the moment he stared into those golden eyes? A begging permission slipped from Tatsu.
Arisada licked the shaft from the cockhead to the tight curls at the root. At the salty taste of Tatsu’s skin, a ravenous hunger possessed the vampire. He plunged down, engulfing the slippery weight to its root. He pulled off with a loud suck, flicked his tongue over the piss slit and drew forth a fresh, sticky offering. He teased, plying Tatsu’s rigid length with delicate licks, long slow swirls, tiny touches of his human teeth under the shaft, along to the pulsing vein underneath. His velvet tongue lapped over that glistening purple head, the tip digging into the piss slit brought forth a fresh spurt of briny nectar. Greedily, the vampire sucked up the slick juice. Spit ran from the side of his mouth, mingling in rivulets with cock juices.
He laved all the secret tender places, knowing they were right by the mewls pulled out of Tatsu. Adorable, delightful, loving pleadings. The boy’s thighs bunched, tendons standing in stark relief. A tentative thrust of his hips. Arisada pulled off Tatsu with a loud pop. Tears glittered in the vampire’s eyes. No blood feast could ever compare to the delectable taste of that cock.
“
Hai, hai, koibito
, that’s it. Fuck my—” His husky words were cut short as he took Tatsu again.
“Oh,
fakku,
what are you…?” Tatsu’s moans slipped from lips gone slack with need. Searing chills drowned him as that warm, wet surrounded his throbbing flesh. He stared down at those lips stretched wide around the girth of his cock. At his steel-hard prick engulfed to the root by a creature that could savage him within seconds.
Nerves screamed with every slide over the pebbly surface of Arisada’s tongue, each scrape of hard teeth. The hard press of the vampire’s ridged palete, the convulsive suction from that demanding throat—all delivering a universe of scalding pleasure.
A delicious pain coiled in his ass, pulsed up his chute. The wicked sensations set his body aflame, shot lightning through his prick, his balls. Fire and ice ripped through every nerve from his toes to the top of his head. Like the helpless swimmer caught in a tsunami, he tumbled over and over, drowning in sensation. Every nerve vibrated sending him in shivering waves to that razor-edged peak.
Tatsu writhed against the construction of the leather sleeves. His helplessness inflamed his body with an alien pleasure. And in his helplessness, a truth burned into him—he was not the prisoner of this vampire’s love. He was its master.
In that rushing firestorm of awareness, he surrendered. Wonder filled him. That it was Arisada’s lips around him meant everything. That Arisada was
kyūketsuki
meant nothing. His legs quivered, muscles flexed to their utmost. His ass muscles pulsed. His balls crawled tight and hot against his sphincter. That indescribable frost climbed his cock. So close, so close to that sweet, flying release. Just one more swirl of that tongue, one more stroke, one more dragging suck and he’d plunge over.
“Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Those sexy and oh-so-begging cries from his beloved stoked the vampire’s lust into an inferno. He trembled with need at those whimpers tumbling from Tatsu’s mouth. Without releasing his mouth from Tatsu’s pounding cock, Arisada looked up into the boy’s lust-consumed face. Such absolute beauty stunned him—the wild glitter of jade eyes almost hidden by lids weighted with pleasure, the lashes fluttering against flushed honey-colored cheeks. Swollen, kiss-bruised lips slightly open. The white reveal of perfect teeth.
Still watching his
koibito’s
face, Arisada dug beneath the leather pants. worked one hand between those straining thighs to cup Tatsu’s chamois-soft sac. Kneading the twin orbs, his forefinger circled along that silky stretch of skin behind them. Was rewarded by a dragged out, “Oh, fuck.”
At the knowing touch of Arisada’s hand, waves pulsed through Tatsu’s chute. His skin sang. His balls boiled with the need for release. His hips bucked, desperate thrusts that drove his cock to the back of the vampire’s throat.
Fakku,
one more suck from that mouth and he’d come. An insane craving to feel of Arisada’s fangs on his prick hammered at the back of his skull As if from somewhere far away, he heard his own harsh incomprehensible pleas.
“Arisada…want you in my ass.
Dozo
, fuck me.” Tatsu babbled, pistoning his hips against Arisada’s willing mouth.
Those begging cries threatened to drown Arisada in a whirlpool of joy and despair. Oh how he craved to give in to the boy’s need. To bury his prick in that tight ass, feel the heat from those pulsing walls surround him.
Arisada dragged one nail over that delicate stretch between Tatsu’s balls and his puckered hole. One finger circled against the tight rim. The resisting muscle quivered then softened. He pushed his knuckle deep into Tatsu’s pulsing, wet core.
Pain and pleasure exploded into one massive blast through his core. He thought he moaned “go deeper,” wasn’t sure. That probing finger curled against his pulsing walls, deeper, found his gland. His load boiled up from his balls into his heated shaft. Gasping mewls rasped from his vocal cords at that climbing sweet hurt.
Arisada answered by swallowing Tatsu’s prick until the bulbous head hit the back of his throat. He sucked back with cheek-hollowing force. At the same moment, his second finger entered Tatsu’s chute, delving deep, vibrating over that spongy gland.
“
Iku, iku
!” Tatsu’s howl shattered the night. He convulsed, fucked into the demanding mouth. His orgasm blasted from his prick, jetting out in great wet pulses down the vampire’s willing throat.
That briny, sweet cum filled Arisada’s cock-hungry mouth, spilled in creamy drops from between clamped lips. With that first taste, a ferocious need for possession gripped the vampire.
He’s yours. Claim him! The demand pounded along every fiber of the
kyūketsuki
’s body, echoed in his heartbeat, throbbed through his sex, his mind. He’s yours. Claim him!
The chains around Arisada’s iron control almost shattered. The unthinkable filled his mind, a desire so reprehensible, yet so undeniable. One bite. One tiny bite into that tender flesh. The tips of his fangs emerged, brushed the taut skin of Tatsu’s shaft—a delicate touch that left no mark but the one in Arisada’s heart.
With the strength of raw desperation, Arisada pulled away. Regret scalded him. Sweet as it was, Tatsu’s cum was a poor substitute for what he really craved—the boy’s blood.
Tatsu’s body pulsed with aftershocks as powerful as his orgasm. Chest heaving, he fought for to breath. The rigid muscles of his legs gave way. He sagged against the solid trunk of the willow.
“Tatsu-kun!” Arisada stood and grabbed the boy around the shoulders, drawing Tatsu against his chest. “I’ve got you,” He kissed the hollow above Tatsu’s collarbone. Pressed his lips against the runaway beat racing beneath the sweat-soaked skin. His fangs stirred. In haste, Arisada tucked Tatsu’s softened member into his pants. A last intimate touch.
A deep lassitude turned Tatsu compliant with trust. Why couldn’t they stay just like this? His spent cock stirred at the warmth of Arisada’s palm as the vampire dressed him. Tatsu heard his zipper close, wanted to protest it. The vampire’s prick, pressed hard and unreleased against Tatsu’s thigh.
“Please, I want to suck you, let me.…” Desperate want grated in Tatsu’s voice. He had to have his mouth around Arisada’s prick, his throat gulping down that frothy spunk. Hear his name spilling from the vampire’s lips in an ecstatic cry.
Despite his sorrow, Arisada’s heart soared. He heard the note of love in that plea. The vampire would cherish those words and this time—his only one with the boy—in his heart forever.
“Never forget you are my soul’s chosen.
Sayonara, koibito,
” he whispered. His lips brushed over Tatsu’s sweat-drenched brow. An immeasurable grief that he had to part with this precious youth warred with his joy.
Tatsu smelled tears. The scent moved him in a way that nothing else could have. Then, the press of that warm body vanished. His gaze swept the empty glade.
He stared up through the branches of the tree. A pale, pink light tinged the clouds on the Eastern horizon. Daylight, a stark reminder that his lover—
yes, his lover
—was not human. Fear filled him. Would he ever see the vampire again. The loss threatened to shatter him.
“
Ojii-san
, what do I do now?” Inside his heart where Grandfather never died he heard,
“The answer to the heart always lies in following the Way of the Samurai.”
.
T
he purple smudge of dusk filtered through the thin drapes of Tatsu’s bedroom. He dragged himself from the embrace of a deep sleep, yawned and stretched the contented stretch of the well blown. He lay still for a moment, enjoying the lassitude, and the memory of a hot mouth around his cock.
Shimatta!
He bolted upright, looked down at his prick. Still there. He groped his groin—balls, asshole, skin between. No bite marks. His dick gave a happy throb, recalling every detail of the night before.
Groaning, he flopped back. “
Jaysus, what the feckin’ hell you gone an’ done boyo?
”
Bizarrely, Bana’s voice in his mind asked the telling question. What the fuck had he done? More to the point, what the
fekkin’ hell
had he allowed to be done to him? Tatsu had no answer.
His cock had been buried to the root in that fanged mouth. He’d fucked the vampire’s throat, needing and taking and loving every second of those scorching lips. Could not believe it was Arisada teasing him, sucking him deep, bringing him to the most mind-shattering orgasm of his life. Arisada the vampire.
Tatsu’s body surged at the memory of that mouth’s deep, stroking pull, those elegant fingers drilling into his core. And Tatsu knew he’d begged for it. Not just with words but with his body, with that kiss—with a prick that hardened under the vampire’s gaze.
“
Chikusho
, I am so fucked.” Tatsu groaned. His growing hard-on said he hadn’t been fucked at all.
Since Sage, there had been no one in Tatsu’s heart or in his ass. After a couple of hurried relationships with sad, little endings, Tatsu accepted he was incapable of giving himself emotionally and physically to any other. Until last night.
With a groan, he rose and headed to the shower. He shivered beneath the stinging water, deliberately keeping it cold. Letting the freezing blast distract his mind and his prick from thoughts of that flame-haired vampire with a mouth that could suck cock through a tailpipe.
Now it had been a week since they had met at Kuboto Garden. Twice, Tatsu had visited the park. He had wandered through the darkened landscape hoping to find the vampire. The second time, Tatsu found himself stroking the rough bark of the willow as he recalled every detail of their moments together. Arisada’s lips on his mouth, licking his nipples, sucking his cock.
Until Arisada pinned him to that tree and took his cock into his mouth, Tatsu never believed anything could be more important than revenge. Or more complicated. The confusion rioted in his head. How could he have fallen in love with the enemy? Fear had kept him from answering his own question. With a muttered curse, he had torn away from the tree and fled.
“
Yatta.
There you sonofabitch, done.” With a grunt, Tatsu tightened the last bolt on the Drifter’s manifold. A few days ago, Phoenix had handed Tatsu a crate of grease-covered Kawasaki parts. “Heard you was looking for this shit. One of my Bros down in Oakie was gonna trash ’em. Figure they’ll keep that Jap crap of yours running until you get some real wheels.” The long sentence rendered Tatsu speechless. It was the most the biker had ever said to him.
He took advantage of the Colony’s engine repair shop to fix every problem on the bike. But, shit, he did not know how to fix the crazy turmoil in his mind.
Tatsu stood and pushed his hand into the small of his aching back.
Jigoku
, he needed out of here. He pulled his chaps over his jeans, yanked on riding gloves and fired up the Drifter. He gave the throttle a hard twist. Fifteen-hundred cubic centimeters of power thundered with new life. The Drifter’s fierce snarl gave voice to Tatsu’s unexpected anger. He slapped the control button to open the massive steel doors, and burst through with less than in inch to spare on either side.