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Phoenix	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 2184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Phoenix
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 13-part 13
- 14-part 14
- 15-part 15
- 16-part 16
- 13
- 14
- 15
A storm had brewed over night. It had started as an autumn wind,
moving the trees, bending them to its will, and while it was never really
any season in Meifu, there were changes in weather. It could rain, there
was sunshine, there were cold spells, and there were the occasional storms.
By the evening the winds had become this storm that was nipping at the
leaves, the flowers, that was sending sprays of water out of the fountains'
pools and onto the grass. It was a storm that rattled at the windows and
that brought with it rain.
They lay in each other's arms, listening to the ever-growing howls,
to the creaks in the palace's structure that was in no way compromised
by this force of nature. It had weathered worse and come out intact.
Ryu let a hand wander over the smooth skin he met underneath Rikugo's
shirt, his eyes half closed, his head resting on the firm chest. He listened
to his lover's breaths, his heart beat, and he simply enjoyed the closeness.
Rikugo in turn caressed his hair, his back, drew little patterns on his
skin.
The shikigami had come with the storm, arriving just seconds before
the first fat drops had splattered onto the ground, soon soaking the land.
Ryu had just let him in, gazing at the blond, soaking up his sight like
the ground outside was soaking up the water. There had been few words,
just a little fluctuation in the calm, serene aura and then the touch.
Ryu had closed his eyes as those soft finger tips had graced along his
skin.
Things had swiftly proceeded from there, but not into a whirlpool of
lust. No, it had been... gentle. Loving. Warm.
And outside the storm's intensity increased, howling furiously as the
two men had curled up together, Rikugo caressing and stroking him in a
soothing pattern, his aura enveloping them both.
Ryu felt safe and protected.
It had been two days now since the breakdown and he still remembered
little of it. There was only the pain and the rage and the endless darkness.
He had never felt like this before, so completely lost, at the brink of
an insanity that would never let him go should he fall victim to it. He
had stumbled, he had tethered at this edge, and he had lashed out at every
helping hand.
For a brief moment he had wondered if it wasn't better to sink into
the swamp of madness instead of living a life of eternal loneliness.
"Ryu?" Rikugo murmured, tugging slightly at his hair and he looked at
him.
"I'm okay," he murmured.
Well, he wasn't. He had lost it. He had lost it over the prospect of
never seeing this man again, of being alone, of having no one, of going
back to the anonymity of the mask he was forced to wear in the presence
of others.
"Ryu," the shikigami admonished softly and turned them so he was leaning
over the prone man while the storm grew more intense.
Red eyes met onyx ones and Ryu swallowed hard at the intense expression
there.
"I couldn't stand it," he whispered, his voice sounding as broken as
it had been when Tsuzuki had held him.
Two thousand years old... and he had collapsed into the arms of the
one being who had kept him alive in the last seven decades. Enma's name,
he was so... pitiful.
"I couldn't stand losing you... another one... the only one who I ever
let so close," he stammered.
"Ryu, it was my fault. I apologize for treating you this way," Rikugo
whispered.
"No, please..."
He silenced him, putting a finger on the soft lips. "Let me, please?
I was a fool to believe that I could just turn around and walk away from
what this means to me. I was a fool to think you might not feel anything
in return. And I was cold-hearted bastard, treating you as I did."
"W-what?"
"I was afraid, Ryu," Rikugo whispered, looking down on him with such
misery. "I was afraid to face what I had started to feel for you because
of my past. And I began to treat you in a way that I had sworn no one would
ever be treated by me. I experienced it first hand and it broke me; and
then I went and did it with you."
Ryu gazed at his lover in confusion. Rikugo had...? He knew the shikigami
was no virgin, that there must have been past lovers, but they had never
talked about it.
"When I talked to Tsuzuki he told me to face my feelings, then go and
talk to you. I knew I wasn't better than anyone seeking the services of
a whore, only I never left any money behind." He smiled darkly. "I used
you, Ryu. It disgusted me, it shamed me... and it set me straight. I never
saw you as my toy, Ryu. You'll never be an object to me."
"I can never be what you need, Rikugo," he murmured, reaching up to
caress the soft skin.
Rikugo smiled gently. "You already are what I want and need."
"Oh really?" A derisive laugh. "I can't leave. I'm bound to this place.
You can visit, but I can never see your world. Rikugo... one day you'll
tire of it." Ryu felt the familiar ache, the ache that had preceded his
total loss of control. He clamped down on it.
"Don't you think of ways to stay with me?" the astrologer asked quietly.
"Do you only see the difficulties in our relationship? What we can't be
and can't do? Is it so simple for you? Because it's not for me. I'm thinking
about what we can do when we're together, how we can make this work."
"Rikugo..."
Again he was silenced, this time by a soft kiss. Ryu shivered a little.
"I want this to work, Ryu. I want you."
Oh Gods, how much he wanted this man at his side, but why should he
be granted this happiness? Why should he be allowed to feel this way?
Rikugo brushed away the first slivers of tears.
"Happiness is for you, too. We can make this work. I'm willing to risk
it, Ryu. Are you?"
"Why me?" he demanded, voice uneven. "You could find someone so much
better... someone untainted..."
Rikugo silenced him again. "I want you, Ryu. Only you."
Oh Gods...
He slung his arms around the shikigami's shoulders and pulled him close,
burying himself in that reassuring warmth and weight of his lover.
"Promise me to believe," Rikugo whispered into his ear.
"I'll try."
"No, promise me. I need you to be whole, Ryu."
He laughed brokenly. "I'm not, Rikugo. I never will be again. I'm damaged
beyond repair." A sob escaped him. "I'm so jaded, nothing can make me right
again."
Onyx eyes gazed at him and slowly, the red dragon eyes opened and he
looked into the alien gaze. He didn't fear Rikugo's true nature, he didn't
think of him as different. This was what his lover truly was.
"I can See the scars and the open wounds," he said softly. "They're
old. But nothing of this is irreversible."
Ryu laughed softly, shaking his head, but when he tried to speak, Rikugo
stopped him the third time.
"I'm not lying. It will take time and I want that time and the time
after that with you. Will you give it to me?"
His breath caught in his throat at the implications. "Rikugo..."
"Give me this time and promise me to stay with me, Ryu. It's all I ask
of you."
The tears gathered again, his emotions rising to the forefront like
a tidal wave. He was too open, too vulnerable, at the moment.
"Yes," the Count whispered. "Yes, I promise."
"Thank you."
And Rikugo leaned down for a new kiss. Ryu opened under the gentle assault,
let him in, held him close, answering the kiss with one of his own.
Clothes went, skin met skin, and Ryu stroked and caressed and kissed
his lover's body, finding known hot spots, delighting in the reaction.
He licked his way around the firm nipples while his hands were busy further
down south, slowly arousing what was already rather solid in his grasp.
When Rikugo was too close he stopped, nibbling and licking at his lover's
throat, then rolling them around, presenting himself to the man in a blatant
hint to take this the next step.
"No," Rikugo murmured, running a caressing hand over his side, making
his stomach flutter.
"W-what?"
"I want you, Ryu."
He stared at the blond man, took in the open strands falling down his
slender back, the black eyes, the face without its glasses, and he felt
the teasing caress of long fingers over his skin.
"Rikugo...?"
"I want you, Ryu," the shikigami repeated.
"But I never... we never..." Ryu stammered, shocked by the implications,
by the blatant offer.
Rikugo smiled softly and pulled him into a kiss. "Do you want to?"
"I..."
He was broadsided by the question. He had never dreamed of this. Sure,
there had been fantasies. Porn movie fantasies that usually involved a
very willing bottom, mostly bondage, and him in the aggressor position,
but in real life he had never seen himself as the top. He had never seen
this happening with Rikugo, who had so gently and carefully brought him
out of this shell of neglect, of starving himself of any contact other
that of his own hand.
Rikugo had taken over the lead part in their encounters and he had always
willingly submitted.
Now that...
"I want to feel you inside me, Ryu."
Oh Gods, he wanted that, too. He had dreamed, yes. He had thought...
The image of the bound, blindfolded submissive from the movie came back
and Ryu winced. No, not this way. Never this way. No bondage. He would
never tie this wonderful man down.
"Ryu?"
"I want you, too," he whispered hoarsely. "Show me?"
Rikugo smiled and pulled him close. "It's not like you haven't seen
it done a million times, right?" he whispered, his hand stoking his slightly
deflated arousal again.
"Yes," he whispered breathily. "But... I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. Just follow my lead." He kissed him again. "You know the
theory behind it. You touched me before. You penetrated me with your fingers
before." More kisses and caresses, relaxing his tense body. "Just do the
same again."
Ryu ran trembling, nervous hands down the lithe form, not believing
what was about to happen. He had really never dared to hope... he had wanted
to, but had buried this dream like so many things.
Rikugo whispered softly to him, encouraged him as he experimented with
something that he had truly seen way too often not to know each and every
step, but he had never done it to a lover.
Rikugo moaned in appreciation as he used lubed fingers to gain entry,
as he did what he knew was necessary, what his lover had done so many time
to him before. Long legs parted invitingly, ever wider to urge him on,
and he gazed at the shikigami in wonder.
Rikugo's chest rose in deep breaths, soft moans passed his lips, and
his eyes were half lidded in pleasure at the gentle manipulations. When
Ryu added a third finger, wriggling them carefully, Rikugo gasped loudly.
"Ryu, please... now..." he groaned.
He withdrew, gazing at the dilated eyes, knew the expression of lust
from other encounters, but never because he was about to enter his lover.
"Rikugo..." he murmured as he moved between the spread legs, running
his hands over the hot skin, feeling muscles quiver.
"Now, please..."
He sheathed himself carefully, watching for any sign of pain, but except
for the brief discomfort there was nothing. Long legs wrapped around his
hips, drawing him close, and both men groaned with the pleasure.
"Move," the blond begged.
For a brief moment the movie images overlapped with the reality of Rikugo's
presence here. For a moment he almost pulled back, aghast at even now seeing
the bound and blindfolded actor, playing a submissive.
But then Rikugo's breathy whisper of his name let that bubble burst,
led him back, and he started to move. Each stroke was like nothing he had
ever experienced and he leaned forward, resting his hands left and right
of his lover's shoulders for leverage, looking down into the pleasure-filled
face. Their movements together were slow, increasing in speed as Ryu felt
the need for release draw near. He didn't want this to end; he didn't want
to stop, but the biological imperative was unstoppable.
He cried out his release, deeply buried, feeling the body underneath
his tense and clamp around him almost at the same time, heard Rikugo answer
his groan with one of his own.
Ryu collapsed then, aware of only the hot form underneath, of hands
massaging his slick skin, of a gentle mouth delivering little kisses. He
was rolled around, felt the separation and tried to protest it, but he
had no strength left. There was the cool sensation of someone cleaning
him, then he was pulled into a safe cocoon of strong arms.
"Ryu?" Rikugo questioned gently after a while.
Red eyes met onyx ones. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what
to feel, because so much was crashing down on him. All of what had happened
up to this point... to this one moment he had never dared to hope for.
I love you, he thought, stunned by his own thoughts.
He loved. He felt. And he felt it for Rikugo. He loved Rikugo.
A gentle kiss was placed onto his lips.
"I love you," Rikugo only said as if answering his unspoken thoughts.
Tears gathered in his eyes as the blond shikigami gathered him near,
and he closed them, trying to keep the liquid inside. Feeling only the
strong body, the warmth, the heat... Ryu slid off into an exhausted but
satisfied sleep.

tbc...
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