Illusions of Life

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EiriXShu

NC17 but not until chapter 10 (sorry.)

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Illusions of Life


Chapter 10

Hungry Like the Wolf


In touch with the ground
I\'m on the hunt I\'m after you
Smell like I sound, I\'m lost in a crowd
And I\'m hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I\'m on the hunt I\'m after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I\'m hungry like the wolf

Stalked in the forest, too close to hide
I\'ll be upon you by the moonlight side
High blood drumming on your skin, it\'s so tight
You feel my heat, I\'m just a moment behind

In touch with the ground
I\'m on the hunt I\'m after you
Scent and a sound, I\'m lost and I\'m found
And I\'m hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, it\'s discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine, I\'m after you
Mouth is alive, all running inside
And I\'m hungry like the wolf



Life experiences have a funny way of coming full circle. Five years ago, Shuichi had been a novice to sex. A complete virgin; a total innocent that had never even been kissed until I got a hold of him. I remember how frightened he was the first time I had him. I remember how rough I was. Part of the reason I was so rough was because he was a man and I didn’t think it necessary to be gentle with him. But the larger reason I was so wild that night was because I had never wanted anyone as fiercely as I had wanted him. I guess that should have been a sign right from the start that he was different.

Now here we were, five years later and I was the one that was nervous and quite honestly, a little frightened.

We had only been in the limo for a few minutes and he already had my green silk shirt off (except for where it was hung up in the handcuffs,) and he had ripped the black t-shirt almost completely off. He was reaching for my zipper when I had to make him stop, “Whoa!” I panted at him, “I’ll have to get out of limo sometime and I would prefer to have some clothes on!”

He smiled at me and his eyes looked positively feral, “Oh Eiri,” he cooed as he raked his nails down my chest. “When did you get to be such a prude?” Slowly, so slowly he slid his leather clad leg over mine and straddled me once again. He grabbed my free hand and pressed it to his mostly naked chest, right over that pierced nipple. “Come on, Eiri,” he leaned forward and licked my ear with that same deliberate slowness and whispered, “touch me.”


Oh gods. My head rolled back in sensory overload as I dared to touch that gold loop though my lover’s nipple. I was learning its curves, learning its powers as I moved it and Shuichi reacted. I pulled on it gently and my boy moaned softly, I tugged on it, and he moaned louder. Satisfied with the learning curve, I twisted it savagely and was rewarded with his lust-filled whimper.

Ah, he was still the ultra responsive masochist, Gods be praised. We hadn’t even started and I wasn’t sure I could take much more.

I rolled him down so that his back was flat on the seat and twisted the ring again. He arched his back and groaned loudly and I watched in fascination. I crawled over him and leaned down to bite his unadorned nipple, just enough to tease.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned and then pleaded breathlessly, “harder, Eiri!”

I wasn’t sure how much control I had, “Maybe we should wait until we get home.” I started to sit up, trying to get back some control. Any control.

He looked up at me with his lust clouded eyes.

Fuck control. I leaned over and bit him harder, as he had asked. I was rewarded with his long, low howl.

Shuichi threaded his hands through my hair and pulled me roughly to him, positioning me so he could bite my neck. And bite he did. Hard.

It was my turn to groan and I pulled away from him, “Fuck!” I rubbed at the bite, “Slow down a little.” But we both knew I didn’t mean it.

The limo started to slow and I sat up again and pulled him back into my lap, panting with lust. He placed his forehead against mine and smiled, “I really need to get out of these pants.”

“I agree,” I said as I struggled back into the green silk shirt.

Akira opened the door, Shuichi grabbed his bag and we exited somewhat subdued. He closed the door behind us and said to Shuichi, “Have a pleasurable evening, sir.” He looked at me for the first time that night and nodded, “Sir.”

Shuichi grinned, “Thanks, Akira-san. I’ll see you soon.” He turned for our apartments, dragging me behind.

“Not without me you won’t,” I snarled at me.

“What?” Shuichi asked looking over his shoulder as he opened the door to the building.

“I said; you won’t be seeing Akira again without me.”

He grinned at me and pressed the button for the elevator, “Is that so?”

“Yes.” I nodded, “that is so.”

“Well,” he said, “I guess that means you’ll be doing some more dancing.”

“That’s not what I mean and you kno…” the elevator pinged and we looked at each other, conversation forgotten.

We’ve always had a thing for elevators.

The doors slid open and he grabbed my shirt and pushed me in. I wasn’t ready for the push and I staggered slightly towards the back wall of the elevator. Before the doors shut he had leapt on me, wrapping his legs around my waist and his free arm around my neck. With my free arm I grabbed his ass and with our momentum turned us so that his back slammed gently into the wall as I pinned his cuffed wrist over his head. I pressed into him, rocking my now painful erection against him.

“I should fuck you right here, right now,” I whispered into his ear.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he moaned as he met my thrusts. “Not until we get these handcuffs off, anyway.”

I pressed into him harder, “You do have the key, right?” I really wasn’t all that concerned about it. Nothing would stop me now. The cuffs might be inconvenient, but they certainly did not make the situation impossible.

“Right front pocket,” he breathed heavily.

“I’ll get it,” I volunteered.

He loosened his legs and slid down my body, the new friction caused us to moan in tandem. I reached for his pocket but I couldn’t even get my fingertip in, his pants were so tight. Fuck it, I thought as I moved my hand to his fly and opened his pants with a flick of my wrist. Left-handed even. It was nice to know I hadn’t lost that skill.

Underneath those skintight pants was nothing but bare, raging hard on. Fuck the key, I thought as I let my hand reach into his pants and grab his hot, hard cock. He gasped and threw his head back so hard he cracked it on the elevator wall.

My mouth was watering at the thought of tasting him when the elevator pinged again. We were home.

“Do I need to carry you?” I asked him huskily as I leered at his partially covered erection.

He shook his head, grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out of the elevator. We stopped in front of his door as he reached into his bag for his keys.

I stood behind him as he unlocked the door and gazed at his perfect ass. Soon. Soon.

The instant the door opened, he grabbed me by my hair again, pulled me inside and into a mind blowing kiss. We managed to shut the door somehow as I pushed him to the floor. I was absolutely done waiting. I moved over him and yanked down his pants, freeing his erection completely. I was practically drooling as I licked his shaft, moving my tongue up and into the glistening slit at the tip.

I inhaled deeply. Shuichi and leather, I nearly came from sniffing the heady scent. I licked him again and he writhed underneath me, trying to position his cock with my mouth. My hands gripped his hips harshly slammed him to the floor, holding him still. I let my eyes meet his and I asked throatily, “What do you want?”

His eyes rolled up in his head and he whined at me, “Eiri…”

“Come on, Shuichi,” I teased, “tell me what you want.”

“Eiri, please…” he begged.

“Please, what?” I blew softly on his cock. “Tell me.”

“Suck me, Eiri,” he whispered, “please…”

He still got embarrassed when it came to dirty talk. How cute was that? I let my tongue tease the slit again and then I let my mouth engulf him slowly.

“Fuck!” He screamed as he bucked free of my hands and grabbed my head with his free right hand. He rammed himself into me and I had to fight my gag reflex as I tried to push his hips back to the floor. He broke free again and slammed into the back of my throat. He let off a long keening wail as I worked my throat around him and tried to get a rhythm going to match his frantic thrusts.

He threw out a string of incoherent monosyllables for a few moments before he wrenched my head away from him. He was panting as he said, “You almost made come already, you bastard.”

I licked my lips and smiled, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

He was still breathing hard as he wiggled back into his pants enough to retrieve the handcuff key. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and unlace my boots,” he panted at me as he tried to unlock his side of the cuffs.

I pulled off his boots a few moments later and then peeled off those leather pants. He had already removed his shirt. He lay there, on the floor, propped up on his elbows with nothing on but a pierced nipple and some ribbons around his neck and wrists. I stared at him, devouring him with my eyes. Fucking hell he was hot.

Suddenly, he jumped up and ran towards his bedroom.

“Hey!” I shouted after him, toeing off my shoes and chasing after that fine ass.

I skidded to a halt in his bedroom. There he was bottle of lubricant in hand. I moved toward him and he took a step away. He grinned, “Oh no. Not until you are undressed. I know you, Eiri. If I don’t stop you, you’ll fuck me with your clothes on.” He kept the distance between us, shaking the bottle of lubricant at me like a treat you’d give to a circus animal when they had done a trick correctly.

I glared at him but pulled the green shirt over the handcuffs I still had dangling from my wrist. The tattered remnants of the t-shirt followed.

He watched me with a predatory gaze, “and the pants.”

I took them off.

He swallowed hard, “Boxers, Eiri. Come on; let me see that gorgeous monster.”

Okay. So I’m a circus animal. I pushed my boxers down and stepped free of them and towards Shuichi. “Enough,” I growled.

I snatched the lube from his hand and threw him on the bed. He was watching me and breathing hard as I poured a generous portion onto my fingers, snapped the lid shut threw the bottle on the bed. I crawled to him nudging at his leg with my knee. He obliged me by spreading his legs wide and placing his feet flat on the bed, knees pointed at the ceiling.

I had to stop to look at him. He was easily the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Breathing fast and shallow, his legs wide open to me, trusting. I leaned down and kissed his mouth gently as I teased his tight opening. I swirled my fingers around the impossibly small hole, letting the very tip of my index finger slip in and out.

Shuichi was starting to moan as I repositioned my body so I could watch up close and personal, as my index finger slid in oh, so slowly.

A low keening came from Shuichi as he panted and said to me, “More, Eiri. Give me more.”

Who was I to argue? I slid my middle finger in and he hissed in reaction. I leaned over and licked his weeping erection, taking it slowly in my mouth and sucking on the flesh harshly.

“Fuuuuuck,” he cried out as he arched against me. I added a third finger and twisted, reaching for the spot that would put him over the edge.

“Stop,” he panted as he fumbled for the lube and popped the lid. I watched him curiously as he poured some into his hand and tossed the bottle away. Then he grabbed my cock, lubing me up.

“Ahhh,” I groaned, nearly losing all control at his touch. Taking advantage of my temporarily distracted state, he pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. In one swift motion he had impaled himself on me, forcing my erection deep inside his exquisite tightness. We were both nearly screaming with the agony and pleasure. Fireworks went off in my brain and luckily, he stopped for a few moments in order to get used to me inside of him. It was long enough for me gain some control.

He began to move, slowly at first but then with a quick, fevered abandon. I reached for his erection with my still-lubed fingers, grasping him, stroking. Almost immediately he threw back his head and howled with his release, his orgasm splattering my hand and stomach.

He was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.

As I rolled him on to his back, I wasn’t even sure if he was still conscious until I kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth, saliva slipping out of both of us and down his chin as he moaned weakly in reaction. I hooked my left arm under his leg and put his ankle on my shoulder. I guided myself back into him and grabbed his other leg behind his knee, folding him in half. He gave out a hoarse cry as I sunk into him as far as I could go, seeing stars from his tautness and his heat. I was very grateful that he was still so unbelievably flexible.

I started moving slowly, wanting to make it last. But 18 months is a long time to wait, so it didn’t take me long before I was pounding into him like the animal I had become. Pure, dark need filled me and I thrust into him with wild, unbridled passion, making sure I hit the spot, over and over, that made him moan the loudest. He dug his fingernails into my back and bucked into me, screaming again as he was struck by a quick, second orgasm.

I was right behind him. I felt it first in my toes, like I always do, as my orgasm ripped through me. My feral howl matched Shuichi’s as I collapsed on him, breathing hard and riding the wave of post coital endorphins.

We lay there, for several minutes, trying to catch our breath and grinning at each other like idiots.

“Wow,” Shuichi panted. “I forgot how good you are at this.”

“I’m glad you still think so.” Did I say that out loud? Must still be under the influence. Maybe it was the endorphins.

Shuichi rolled out of bed and staggered to his feet, “Oops,” he grinned at me as he steadied himself. “Forgot about how being on the bottom can affect me.”

“Where are you going?” I mumbled.

“To get a towel. And a wash cloth.” He grinned at me again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m still flying with the ecstasy. I think we still have a long night ahead.” He stumbled out of the room as I watched his ass.

My cock twitched in agreement. Yes, a long, long night.

A few minutes later I stood myself and retrieved my cigarettes. A great, satisfying round of sex always deserved a smoke afterwards. I fell back on the bed, unlit cigarette dangling from my mouth as I considered the necessity of an ashtray.

Shuichi reentered the room with an armload of items. He tossed me a wet washcloth and a towel. Great, satisfying sex was also messy. Very messy. Not some fake, pristine thing like I had in my books. Great sex was gooey, wet, dirty and totally hot because it was gooey, wet and dirty. I washed myself off.

He tossed me an ashtray next. “Good boy,” I smiled softly at him and lit up. He did know my routines.

He was holding a candle and held out his hand for my lighter. I gave it to him and watched as he placed the lit candle away from the bed on the dresser. I could smell it already, vanilla.

Uh oh. Vanilla was one of those scents that really “got” to Shuichi.

He joined me on the bed, his eyes gleaming in that predatory way again and he tipped his head to the side. “Ready for round two?”

I eyed him with suspicion. He wasn’t thinking what I think he was thinking, was he?

He held up a remote control and pressed it. Soft music filled the room, David Bowie to be precise.

Uh oh.

He WAS thinking what I thought he was thinking.

“It’ll be okay Eiri,” he whispered as he crawled toward me like a wild cat stalking his prey. “I promise you’ll love it.”

And here I thought we were done with The Test.

TBC

Lyrics by Duran Duran