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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:I am the smut queen. I will shake my smut stick at you (that sounded so dirty I�d rather exempt that from the record) Here I go, continuing on the road of my �plot.� I can�t thank you all enough for the kind reviews and information. It�s really helped me out and I�m trying to correct my inaccuracies along the way. Thank you very much for sticking with me. I�m sorry for the long wait, but I�ve been registering for college classes. Its kind of funny how after being a senior in high school a few months ago, I�m now back on the bottom of the ladder as a freshmen in college. I guess that�s how life goes.
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�I can�t see anything.� Takaya, stumbling forward latched onto a stonewall. �Naoe?�

�I�m right here.� Naoe�s voice was right behind him and before he could stop himself he jumped.

�Sheesh, don�t sneak up on me like that.� A hand was on his shoulder and Takaya could feel Naoe�s breath on his nape. �And stop breathing on me.�

He lightly elbowed Naoe so he could get away, and the Possessor released Takaya without a word.

�So this is Kiyosu castle. Love what they�ve done with the place.� Takaya�s eyes adjusted to the darkness, making it possible for him to see the large tapestries on the wall, all of them depicting battlefields filled with descriptive scenes of blood and gore. �Gives it that nice homey touch.� Takaya said, as he took in the tapestries and tried not to wince when he came across a scroll displaying the steps of 1.Seppuku in graphic detail.

�Nobunaga was a war monger.� Naoe said, without a hitch in his voice.

�No kidding.�

They walked quietly down the hallways, passing antiquity such as armor; weapons, that weren�t only limited to old Samurai swords; and beautifully decorated screens. It didn�t need to be said out loud how rich the interior of the castle was, neither how morbid.

�Do you think we�ll find anything?� Takaya whispered, as he stopped near a corner to look out at the awaiting darkness behind it.

�If we are lucky, it might find us.� Naoe, walking out boldly from behind the corner, waited for Takaya to join him.

�I thought you didn�t want the enemy to see us coming.� Takaya said, abandoning the whispering because it kind of got on his nerves. �Isn�t that the reason you didn�t want us using a light?�

Naoe, continuing to walk down the hallway, Takaya now in tow, turned his head to the side and said, �I�m getting a little�impatient.�

Takaya cracked a grin at that, �Geez, and now whose the brat?�

Naoe answered back calmly that it was still him and Takaya shut his mouth.

Their footsteps echoed loudly through the hallway as they continued to scope out the castle. And it was on the third turned corner that Naoe put his hand out to stop Takaya from moving forward.

�What?�

�I think I hear something?�

�Like what?�

�It sounded like�shuffling feet.�

Takaya, turning around found nothing but darkness bringing up the rear.

�It�s coming from that room.� Naoe pointed. They were soon on the both sides of the entrance, getting ready to sneak in and catch whoever was inside unawares. Takaya was the first to charge through, being impatient and utterly without restraint, he rushed forward, Naoe following closely behind because he was given no choice.

�Who�s there?� Takaya scanning the dark room, his battle instincts on full alert and tuned to any suspicious activity. The room was sparse, with nothing but maps and a desk with an inkwell and parched paper scattered all over the top. It most likely served as the cartographer room during the great wars of Nobunaga�s time; it surely did look like it had seen plenty of use.

One of the papers flew from the desk picked up by a nearby wind to float conspicuously in front of Takaya. Takaya snatched it mid-air and checked to find it nothing but blank.

�Well that was a waste of time.� Takaya said, noting how shuffling paper seemed to sound a lot like shuffling feet.

Naoe, who was checking around to see where the draft was coming from, stopped in front of the desk. It was weird; there wasn�t a window or any visible openings, so where was the breeze coming from? He could feel it coolly tracing over his face. He could also hear the sound of it as it whispered along the floorboards, more papers scattering around from the continual breeze.

Takaya, who was at the entrance, all ready to leave, and waving Naoe over suddenly saw something moving out of the corner of his eye by the desk. He thought it was just the papers, but when he saw it flicker again, like a shadow, he found himself moving towards the desk quickly. Naoe, seeing Takaya on alert took the other side. He saw something white�supposedly the still scattered paper�sail past him, the motion too quick that it made him question if it was really just the papers fluttering around. He turned in that direction, but there were no papers, only darkness and stillness staring back at him.

He could have sworn�

Takaya, who was silently inching around to the inside of the desk, his footsteps creaking along the floorboards, held his breath as he finally found himself on the other side. Disappointedly, he was met with only more darkness, so coming around completely, Takaya checked under the desk, even going so far as opening the front drawer, which was another great disappointment as he came across nothing but calligraphy pens and more of the same sheets of blank paper.

Naoe, who was guarding Takaya as he searched the contents of the drawer for clues, glanced over to the boy. Takaya shrugged his shoulders at him and closed the drawer. �There�s nothing here. Just some pens and paper. I think we can move on now.�

Naoe, turning fully to face Takaya watched the desk. Well, they couldn�t help it if there was nothing in the room. He looked to the right of him, where there was a large map of Japan. He noticed that the town of Matsumoto was circled in red ink and that it looked fresh, considering this was supposed to be some kind of old artifact.

�Look! Crap! Naoe look!� Naoe confused by Takaya�s sudden outburst snapped his head in his direction.

�Don�t look at me! There! Look!� Naoe turned his attention to where Takaya was pointing to, only to find more darkness. He turned back to Takaya.

�I can�t believe you didn�t see it. It was there. I swear it!�

Naoe, walking over to Takaya told him to �Calm down. I believe you.�

�It was covered in white. It looked like a ghost.� Takaya said, his fingers already forming into seals. Naoe put his hand on the teenager�s arm to stop him.

�We would have sensed it a long time ago if it was.� He kept his eyes on the doorway, waiting for whatever it was to show itself.

Pit, pat, pit, pat.

Both Possessors could hear what sounded like feet suddenly running behind them, Takaya swiveled around but was again met with only the desk and more darkness.

�Okay, I�m not imagining it if I can hear it.� Takaya said, his words a little nervous sounding. Naoe, looking down at the boy next to him couldn�t help but ask Takaya seriously�but at the same time teasingly, �Are you afraid Takaya?�

Takaya, despite potential ghost sighting, looked up at Naoe with an irritated expression. He was even angrier when he caught the smirk on Naoe�s face.

�No! I�m not scared of some dumb ghost. Shit, what the hell have I been exorcising these past months. Why would I be scared of�that�s ridiculous.� Takaya defended. He continued to stare angrily at the Possessor, until he remembered that they might not be alone in this room. �Look, just shut up and pay attention, okay.�

Naoe, keeping down his urge to laugh because he had never seen Takaya spooked, said sarcastically, �Yes sir.�

Takaya�s head snapped back in his direction at the feigned insult.

Naoe felt his gaze on him and smiled down on him, which Takaya didn�t appreciate right now. �There is no such thing as an invisible ghost to a Possessor. Normal people cannot see them, but we can, Takaya. So calm yourself.�

Takaya shouted, �I am calm! And I�m not afraid!�

BAM!

Takaya grabbed onto Naoe�s arm, looking around wildly until he realized that the sound had resulted from one of the maps' frame having hit the floor and shattered. Naoe was now looking down on him and smirking, one of the Possessor�s arms coming around his shoulders to hold him close.

Takaya, blushing at what he�d done immediately shook Naoe�s arm off, moving away from the older man so he could examine the broken frame.

There was a lot of glass and it crunched underfoot as he bent down and picked up the frame. It was a small drawing of the castle and then there was a cutaway drawing of the interior, mainly the side of the building that they were currently in.

�This is stupid.� He dropped the broken frame back to the ground and right when it hit the ground, he had looked up to see someone running past the doorway in white clothing.

Naoe, having seen it as well looked over to Takaya, and soon both of them were out the door and following the white shadow as it fled.

They were able to catch up to it, both realizing that whoever they were running after had the stature of a�child.

Naoe, reaching out grabbed them by the scruff of their clothing, like how a mother cat would handle her kittens, and therefore effectively cutting off their escape.

�It�s a small boy.� Takaya noticed, as Naoe continued to hold the boy up by the scruff of his white 2.Shikifuku. They both stared at the boy curiously as he fought and tried to bat at the hand holding him.

�He�s tiny.� Naoe said, demonstrating his point by lowering and then lifting the boy up even higher off the ground.

Takaya added, �He looks like he�s about five.�

�I�m six.� The boy said, still not missing a beat as he flailed in Naoe�s grip. Naoe, keeping an eye out to not break anything, lowered the child back to the ground, but never releasing him of the grip he had on a handful of his clothing.

Takaya, catching the boy�s attitude rolled his eyes, �Big dif.�

The child pulled in Takaya�s direction and Naoe, dragging him back put his hands on his small--very small--shoulders so he could look him directly in the eyes.

�What are you doing here?� He said slowly as if the child had a hearing problem.

�I�m lost.� The little boy said, his voice whining as he stood there stiffly and fidgeted in Naoe�s hold.

�I can�t believe this.� Takaya, slapping a hand to his face shook his head at the �ghost� that had been plaguing them.

Naoe gave the boy a suspicious look. He couldn�t feel any malignant intentions from the child, but something still didn�t seem right. �What are you doing here? This side of the castle isn�t open to the public,� Naoe said, so Takaya could hear and understand what he was trying to imply.

�I�m lost.� The boy repeated again.

Takaya, stooping down next to the Naoe so he could stare the boy in the eyes as well, found himself gasping when he finally caught sight of the boy�s face.

�Hey Naoe�-

Naoe hadn�t seemed to hear him as he continued to question the boy like he was under the third degree for murder.

�Hey Naoe,� Takaya shook his arm and Naoe, breaking away from his questioning asked Takaya, �What�s wrong?�

�You don�t see it?� Takaya said entranced by the abundant scar tissue that made the boy in front of him practically faceless.

�See what?�

�The scars. They�re all over his�-

The sound of a child�s laughter surprised both men as it chimed from beyond the inky darkness behind them. Naoe, forgetting about the child in his arms for a brief second had given him enough time to slip out of his grasp. Naoe made a grab for him again, but this time he seemed faster somehow and had managed to skitter away, disappearing into the inky darkness along with the ringing of the other mysterious child�s continued laughter.

White paper also suddenly fluttering out of the darkness, floated down towards both Possessors' feet, as they were left to watch after it all with expressions of confusion and exasperation smeared over their faces.

Takaya scratched his head. �What the fuck?�

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�They couldn�t possibly be human.�

�That�s what I�ve been trying to tell you.�

�But then why didn�t Naoe see the scars as well?�

�Well�I don�t have an answer for that, but they were there. I saw them!�

�Right. So we started off with nothing and then we come here, and now we still have nothing and on top of that we�re confused.�

Everyone glared at Chiaki.

�Its true!� He said dramatically, as he mockingly repeated the words Takaya had been saying for half the night.

�Okay guys calm down.� Haruie said from her seat on the bench. �Our search didn�t come out to be quite as interesting as yours, but we did find out something weird.� Haruie cupped her chin, �The guardian spirits are all gone from the castle, not only that, but not even a revengeful ghost popped up and you�d think there�d be plenty, considering whose summer home we just toured.�

�What's going on?� Takaya, who was seated next to Haruie looked around the park. Not a chirp, not even a whisper was heard, only the deadness of night and their voices. �It�s like the Tsutsuga thing all over again.� He continued on, remembering the time he had been trapped in the mirror, his presence becoming practically omnipotent as he traveled around, sensing the deadness in the air and the despair it left behind. �It�s like everything that was here�ran away or something.� He was talking more to himself than the others as his eyes traveled along the path they took here, his gaze going back to the looming castle over the horizon.

Chiaki explained, �Animals are sensitive, so when a malignant force enters the area, they usually as a survivor instinct, abandon the area.�

�That goes for other lesser spirits too.� Haruie added, studying the park and feeling out the disruptions knotted up in the spiritual energy of such a grand natural scheme.

�So what do we do now?� Takaya questioned.

�We come right back here tomorrow and question those two children,� Naoe answered, standing next to Takaya, as the boy began to stand as well.

�Yeah, well let�s hope they�ll play nice this time.�

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�Oh you�re back. Was it fun?� Mrs. Hayaka asked, as the four tired Possessors walked through her front door.

�Auntie, what are you doing up so late?� Chiaki was coming over to kiss her and the woman, sipping her coffee made a gesture towards the baby�s room. �Minoru hasn�t been feeling too well these past few days. He cries so much at night, I swear there�s an actual boogey man in his closet.�

It had come to everyone�s attention after the initial shock of Irobe�s disappearing act that the host of the body�hadn�t died yet. Which was another surprise to add onto the already bizarre case they had found themselves into.

�Maybe the food�s not agreeing with him.� Chiaki said, while moving towards Irobe�s room. �Or maybe he missed his cousin.� He said, this time with a grin and a chuckle.

�He�d miss asbestos before he missed you.� Takaya added, with his own grin and a swipe from Haruie to keep quiet.

�Let�s not get catty, 3.bebe-kun.� Chiaki retorted, his laughing eyes pointing in the direction of Naoe, who was suddenly tugging on his collar and glaring at Chiaki to stop before Takaya caught on.

�Scardy cat? I�m no�- Takaya stopped because he realized what he was walking right into. �Naoe, you bastard. Why�d you tell him?�

�Hey, what�s going on? Tell me, tell me.� Haruie was suddenly at Takaya�s side, jabbing him in the ribs with an insistent, curious finger. �I wanna know.�

Chiaki�s smile broadened, �Well if you really want to know. Takaya was�-

Takaya interrupted Chiaki with his own method of choice.

�Lalalalaladefuckinglaaaaaa.� He put his two fingers in his ears and droning out the noise�Chiaki�s voice�from his head and from everyone else�s head for that matter, he loudly continued on in this fashion.

Mrs. Hayaka was laughing at them and Chiaki more than well aware of his Aunt�s presence, steered the conversation in a less weird direction.

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�I can�t sleep.� Takaya whispered, turning over on his side so he could face Naoe. They were both sleeping on one futon as Chiaki and Haruie had grabbed the couches for themselves.

�Do you want me to read you a lullaby?� Naoe said, his voice low and throaty as he reached out a hand to Takaya. �Or would you rather me sing to you? How does it go again, la-de-fu��

Takaya, pushing Naoe�s hand away made a move to turn back around and ignore the Possessor for the rest of the night. �I�m still mad about what you said to Chiaki.�

Naoe cozied up to him, bringing his arms to pull Takaya even closer, until he was nestled under his chin and neck. He could feel the breath Takaya had been holding rush out from him onto the skin of his chest, where the nightshirt didn�t cover. It made him shiver.

�What are you doing? We can�t-not here.� Takaya hissed, his hands in the small space between his and Naoe�s chest, pushing away from the Possessor. Naoe had his nose in the boy�s hair and couldn�t help but breath in deeply, as he caught the strong scent of soap and shampoo.

�You smell nice.� Underneath the covers, one of Naoe�s hands had grabbed onto his leg and was pulling it around his waist, the beginnings of Naoe�s erection already pressing into his pelvis.

�This doesn�t have anything to do with my smell, you horny bastard.� Takaya made another attempt to come free, but Naoe had his other arm tightly around his waist and back. �I�ll scream.� He warned. �You think Irobe had a set of pipes, you haven�t heard me yet.�

Naoe smiled in Takaya�s hair in response. �It�ll only turn me on even more.�

Takaya went completely still in the man�s arms and then logic kicked in, �This is the worse place to do this. What are you thinking?�

�I can think of worse places, for instance, it surely is a better place than up against the desk in Kiyosu castle.� Naoe breathed in his hair again. His hand skirting to Takaya�s rear as his other hand touched the smooth skin under Takaya�s arm.

Takaya squirmed. �You never make any goddamn sense.�

�Of course I make sense,� Naoe answered back, his fingers now slipping under Takaya�s loose pants as he groped his ass.

Takaya made a noise in the back of his throat and twisted in the man�s embrace when those fingers began messaging into the skin there, a ceaseless motion that had him fight back the whimpers in his throat. Naoe�s other hand was exploring the soft skin of his side, as it passed back and forth over one spot right next to a nipple.

�You were being so cute when you were scared, I thought about throwing you over the desk and fucking you senseless.�

�You�re disgusting.� Takaya angrily whispered, the blush on his face and his slight trembling speaking otherwise of his words. �Don�t touch me.� He said breathlessly, as Naoe�s palm cupped his ass firmly and moved roughly so his front was brushing against the man�s erection. He closed his eyes against the sensation of firmness brushing up against his own arousal, his eyelashes fluttering with the motion of his hips as Naoe continued to move him against himself.

�I haven�t gotten any for two days,� he breathed in deeply again, �a man can only wait so long, Takaya.� Naoe pressed their hips more firmly together, so they were aligned deliciously. �You�re cruel to me.� Naoe was now rubbing Takaya�s nipple and when he tweaked it, Takaya jumped. �You expect me to last a week without you, much less an hour.�

Takaya, fighting back the tremors in his body squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep his voice level. �A week doesn�t equal two days.�

�It does for me, when I�m not inside of you.� Naoe said, desire apparent in his voice as he placed a firm kiss on Takaya�s forehead, his hands already moving to open up his pants and pull out his cock. Takaya scooted backwards then, or tried to, but Naoe�s hands were back on him, pulling down his pants and tugging him back to his chest.

�I�m not fighting you here. You�re going to wake up Haruie and Chiaki, you-ouff� Takaya surprised by the hand clutching his belly, the other hand fumbling onto his hip, tried to wiggle his way out, only to end up turning suddenly when his hand was yanked away from where it had been pushing at Naoe�s shoulder and himself rolling on his stomach. He tried to wretch his wrist away and roll back in his original position, but Naoe had yanked the captured wrist again and his knee that had been steadily pushing him away from the mattress, working in conjunction with his other hand had lost it�s balance and he fell back face first on the futon. He tried to get up again but he had slipped, his foot making a swiping noise against the sheets as it lost its purchase as Naoe, moving on top of him, pressed his hand on his back and pushed him back down toward the mattress. The press of the mattress muffling his cry of surprise at being caught so off guard. Naoe suddenly had two of his wrists in one of his hands, had somehow managed to place them above Takaya�s head and render them useless. The other hand was now moving towards his throat and Takaya felt the pressure of fingers clasps his neck.

He could feel Naoe pulsing behind him, his erection jammed up against his ass and dripping enough precome so that he could feel it slide down the back of one leg.

Naoe buried his nose behind his ear and he could hear the man breath in and groan, the wet head of his erection, swollen and hot rubbing along his ass.

�I�ll be so good to you if you let me.� He whispered in his ear, his hand squeezing Takaya�s throat until the boy didn�t know if Naoe realized how much force he was using. He felt a knot of dread and fright take a hold of his heart and on instinct he fought back, his head lifting to free himself of Naoe�s grip. �Please don�t fight me Takaya. You�ve given yourself to me before; you can give yourself to me for this one time too. I�ll be gentle,� and as if to demonstrate this, the fingers around his neck loosened. �I�ll be so gentle, you�ll beg me not to stop.�

Naoe�s hand was now slipping down his throat, passing over his chin, and jaw, and stopping at his mouth. He despite his claims before forced a finger into Takaya�s mouth, as he kissed his neck and shoulders, open-mouthed and wet and groaned encouraging words for Takaya to hear.

Forceful. Just like that one night when Naoe had tried to rape him.

Naoe, who was still mumbling incoherently by his shoulders had pressed his index finger on top of his tongue. �Suck it for me, just like you sucked me that last time.� Naoe crooned in his ear and Takaya, feeling the heat of a blush warm his cheeks instead of indignant anger closed his eyes and yielded quietly as he licked Naoe�s finger inside his mouth. �I�ve always wanted to finger you.� Naoe, without the semblance of decency or restraint was licking his ear. �My erection hurts, but it can wait.� He added quietly, softly like it didn�t matter.

It scared him without a doubt. When he had been subjected to this before, this type of behavior from Naoe, it scared him. This quiet, but dangerous voice frightened him, because he knew Naoe wasn�t�all that sane. He was good at controlling his anger when there wasn�t a stimulus to set him off, but when things started rubbing him the wrong way and he got that certain hard look in his eye, Takaya knew it was only moments when he would hear the snapping sound of his control. It was usually put in motion by something he, himself had said to Naoe, accidentally or�most times�purposefully. Recently though, it wasn�t what he said, but more what he would do, since it had become terribly blatant that whenever he denied Naoe physical intimacy, the man seemed to go�a little insane.

He would have thought this whole issue would have been null due to him finally giving in. He thought Naoe would be satisfied and content with their arrangement and that they could continue to grow into their awkward but caring commitment.

But this! It seemed like Naoe couldn�t get enough. That his body was in a constant state of arousal around him, so much so that it was effecting his judgment and their silent promises to each other.

It was like he was back to the starting point and those past few month had never even happened with the Possessor.

Sucking on the finger in his mouth, he let out a ragged breath as Naoe slipped the digit past his lips, it leaving a wet trail down his jaw as it moved down his chest and came around his back.

Naoe was releasing his hands, bringing that hand to take the others place under his throat, as his other hand had moved to his rear and was pushing in. His back arched under Naoe, taken by surprise by how easy intrusion had been compared to his first time under Naoe�s ministrations. His now free arms braced themselves up against the bed so he wasn�t completely crushed up against the mattress. Although, when that lone finger started to move inside him, he though maybe it would have been for the best because it would help moderate his noise levels.

Naoe�s fingers on his neck kept him from burying his head in his pillow, as it lifted him and kept him bowed over it. His throat was hurting from the hold Naoe had seemed to constantly have on him and Takaya, feeling the tendons in his neck ache and go slacker, his bangs falling in front of his face and blinding him to the side of the couch he was looking up at, couldn�t help but grab onto the hand crushing his neck.

Naoe grunted. Bit him hard on his nape, so hard that he�d moved his hand away from the fingers around his neck to pull at Naoe�s hair. He would have screamed, but Naoe quick to block it out clamped the hand that had been around his neck over his mouth.

�Shhh, Takaya.� He whispered, nudging against his cheek and licking him hotly across the bite mark on the back of his neck, his hand still smothering his mouth. �This mouth is my undoing.� He continued on, despite Takaya�s muffled and distressed noises. He squeezed his fingers around Takaya�s jaw, the pressure on either side of his cheeks making him open his mouth slightly. The skin connecting Naoe�s forefinger and thumb shoved in his slightly parted lips.

�I�ll suffer forever because of it. I�ll want you more because of it.�

The finger was so deeply inside of him that Naoe was able, with the same hand to cup his backside and push him back and forth, not so the finger would move inside of him, but that Naoe could be afforded with a better show.

�If you�d just�tell me what I want to hear-I know you�re fully aware of what I want you to say and that you won�t give it to me�- Naoe pulled the finger out and pushed it firmly back in. It relentlessly pressing into his prostate as it rubbed against it, and he felt his arms go weak and his upper body hit the mattress, his arms trembling and not strong enough to hold him up again. Naoe let him bury his face in the mattress, let him nuzzle his head in the sheets and wipe his eyes of the tears falling from them. He felt his legs slide open even further as his body, spread eagle under Naoe was roughly on every thrust of his hand pushed forward, his knees sliding over the mattress.

�It�s not enough.� Naoe choked, Takaya could hear in his whispered words a sort of desperate plea. �I get to watch you and touch you, but I need more.� His breathing was just as ragged as Takaya and the boy wondered if just the sight of him like this was enough to make Naoe�

He found out that answer when the Possessor, pressing his face in his nape and kissing him there--one burning, long kiss--was at the same time coming all over him. It seemed to go on forever as he felt it run down his legs and lower back, the Possessor still shivering over him from the vehemence of his release and clutching his shoulders as he emptied himself.

Naoe fell on top of him, his hands trying to brace him up, to keep him from crushing the boy, but he didn�t think he�d ever recover from something like that. Takaya, who was still hard under him and trying to not make too much noise felt Naoe�s questing hands suddenly reaching around his body.

He didn�t have it in him to fight the older man right now. Fighting Naoe always took so much out of him and the older man seemed to have calmed down greatly after his release.

He was taking Takaya in his hands by the time he could muffle his breath in his pillow, getting the fabric between his teeth so he could focus on holding back his cries and not biting his tongue off.

Naoe�s hands on him were wet, and Takaya realized he was using his own come as lubricant. He could smell Naoe, the strong scent of sex pervading the air around them and Naoe�s hands were gentle. Touching him like you would a wilting flower on the side of the road, that had happened to catch your eye because it was beautiful in it�s death.

Naoe seemed to love him even more when he was close to release, seemed to take joy in the fact that he was the one who was bringing him there and then letting him go.

Release was kind of like death in those moments.

The aggression their bodies displayed; their panting breaths, his struggling and Naoe�s forcefulness always made it seem like a battle. And when it had all ended, the loser would yield unconditionally and his release afterward would be a trophy. Would be the final shot lodged in the head of the tiger, the trapping and swift execution of the Safari beast, the plain flower on the side of the road losing it�s last petal and giving up to the sun.

Naoe would take his pleasure and turn it into his own, and so when he came, hot and hard in Naoe�s hands, his mind was just as much fatigued as his body. Naoe hadn�t taken him roughly, hadn�t caused him to bleed or hurt, had only touched him with his finger, and nothing more or nothing less. But the man had this way of making you feel like he had thrown you bear and open to the world. Had a way of making you feel vulnerable and exhausted with one hard stare and lust-hazed eyes. It made him feel ashamed sometimes, because those things aroused him. That Naoe�s voice, and eyes, and passion were the only things in the world that could make him submit like this, feel like this.

He�d fight that feeling, and he�d fight Naoe because of that feeling. But for some reason or another, his fights with Naoe always ended up as some kind of show.

Of course, he fought everyone in his life to show that he was still the master of his fate. No one usually challenged him when they saw how stubborn he could get. They usually just let him be. He was bossy, he knew that, he was insufferable and he knew that too.
No one questioned him.

No one pushed him back when he pushed, and it had started off that way with Naoe too, him pushing and the Possessor relenting with a bow and nod.

He�d pushed and pushed, until Naoe had one day pushed him back and he felt something dangerous and desperate seep out of him.

Then he would push back harder, because Naoe was questioning him, making him feel insecure and small like a little boy, and he wanted to show the older man, wanted to show Naoe more than anyone else, more than he�d ever wanted to show anyone, that he was strong and didn�t need anyone�s help.

He had a certain image to keep up.

And Naoe had seemed to take it on himself to rid him of that certain image.

He was pulling up his pants and wiping them off with the sheets by the time Takaya grew cognizant enough to understand what was going on. Then Naoe was rolling him over and looking into his eyes that were a little red and puffy from tears.

�Thank you.� Naoe whispered, his lips seeking out his own so he could kiss him. His tongue seeking out his own so they could twine together and he could feel it in his mouth.

He sighed quietly against Naoe's chest. "You're welcome."

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A/N: I hope I conveyed the desperateness of Naoe and the situation because to me, I think Naoe�s main character trait is his desperateness. Even though we usually see him calm, it�s when he�s emotional and distraught that I really think his character shines through. Anyhoo, reviews appreciated. Tell me if you liked it or if you didn�t. Or if I could correct anything, because there are always mistakes in my chapters and I don�t usually catch them.

1.Seppuka-is a form of ritual suicide in which a person slices open their stomach to atone for shame, or such instances when a Samurai�s master dies, a Samurai would follow him in this way.

2.Shikifuku-ceremonial dress. Just think of Subaru�s Omyougin clothing if you ever seen X/1999.

3.bebe-kun: Scardy cat. See the Naruto influence anyone? I�m stupid.
I chose Shikidou as the title because it means sexual passion, but also because the shiki within Shikidou means time of death, it also has something to do with paper, and Shikifu means sheeting which kind of takes me back to the sex again.
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