Little Boy

Chapter 3 ~ First Intimacy

Yoh eyed Manta quietly as
the baby blue eyes drooped. “Manta-chan, come here,” he said gently.


“Hmm? Hai, Yoh-chan,” he replied sleepily, then obediently made his way
to the other side of the hot spring to where his love rest.

Yoh pulled
the boy into his lap and began to cuddle him. “Manta? How you feeling?”


“Nemui,” he replied in a small voice.

Yoh smiled slightly. “I’ll
make sure Anna goes easy on you tomorrow,” he said gently.

“Daijobu,” he
replied quietly. “Don’t get yourself into trouble over me...”

Yoh smiled
softly, then slid his hand down between the boy’s thighs and began to stroke
him. Manta let out one small whimper, then took deep, steady breaths, forcing
himself to remain calm. After a moment, he turned his head and nuzzled his face
into Yoh’s bare chest while hugging the firm, built shaman.

Minutes
later, Yoh frowned when there was no physical reaction from Manta. “Manta, why
doesn’t anything happen when we do this?”

Manta blushed in shame. “I’m
sorry,” he whispered.

Yoh sighed. “It’s okay. But I wish I could make
you happy in that way.”

Manta thought quietly, then looked up timidly.
“Um... Tell me what to do...”

Yoh looked down, then realized his
companion wanted to satisfy his obvious arousal, then smiled gently while taking
one of the tiny hands into his own. “Let’s put it simply. Just pretend it’s a
popsicle,” he said gently.

Manta nodded slowly as he slid off the
shaman’s lap and knelt between his .
“If you bite, I’ll kill
every one of your friends,” a dark memory murmured in his mind as he timidly
leaned forward while taking a breath, then took Yoh’s member into his mouth.


The shaman moaned as Manta sucked gently and timidly caressed him with
his tongue, and made an impatient groan each time the blonde stopped to raise
his head out of the water for air.

“Manta,” Yoh whispered as he looked
down at the blonde, “suck harder.” Manta obeyed and began to suck on Yoh harder,
momentarily choking when the brunette began to thrust to him, trying to get more
feeling.

The blonde began to fill with confusion. Memories were filling
him with pain and fear, and he let any tear flow freely since they would go
unnoticed among the droplets of water from the spring. But a small bit of him
didn’t feel as sad since he was making the one he loved happy. Then another fear
joined him. Remembering he had failed to make Yoh happy a month earlier when the
shaman confessed his feelings made Manta feel guilty and more fearful of failing
Yoh a second time.

Manta felt Yoh tense as he began to climax and was
about to pull away when two strong hands rest on his head as Yoh came, forcing nta nta to swallow the bittersweet fluid.

“Sankyuu,” Yoh panted as Manta
raised his head, then he pulled the tiny love onto his lap and cuddled him.


“Daijobu,” Manta replied, being careful not to let his voice break.


“Manta?”

“Hai?” he murmured sleepily.

“Even if you
hadn’t done that, I love you.”

Manta smiled slightly despite the lost
and confused feeling within him. “I love you too, Yoh-chan,” he whispered, then
drifted into a peaceful slumber, his breathing so light that it momentarily
fooled Yoh to believe he wasn’t breathing at all.


Not far away, the
bandit spirit known as Tokagero watched with a dark smirk as Yoh stood, cradling
the tiny boy. He studied the naked bodies vehemently, then settled his gaze on
Manta.

“What do you think you are doing?” a strong voice demanded
angrily.

Tokagero turned, then smirked at the blacksmith spirit.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“There are laws against viewing
children that way,” Mosuke growled.

“Ibt abt anybody can stop me,
considering I’m dead. And anyway, what could they do? Throw me in a jail
cell that I can easily float through?” He studied the blacksmith quietly.
“Hmm... Even after death you possess your primitive beauty.”
Mos>Mosuke
moved back slightly while frowning. “I didn’t ask for you opinion of my
appearance.”

“I know that, you fool,” Tokagero replied with a smirk.
“But you’re so much more attractive when you are scared.”

“Why would I
be scared of vermin like you?!”

The bandit smirked. “Perhaps because you
fear you couldn’t stop me if I decided to destroy your master the way I
destroyed your family?”

Mosuke growled. “I am not afraid of you, and I
know I could stop you if needed!”

“Not without the help of Yoh or one of
the other strong shamans,” he replied cooly, then smirked. “You’re even more
attractive when you’re in denial.”

He growled. “Denial this!” he yelled
as he shot at the spirit, but came to a sudden halt as Amidamaru appeared
between the two.

“Mosuke, calm yourself,” he said quietly. “I suggest
you two stay away from each other, less you awaken Anna-san with another one of
your quarrels. “But Amida...”

“Mosuke, wait for me inside,” the samurai
said gently.

Reluctantly Mosuke obeyed and floated back into the hotel.


“Tokagero, why do you persist to bother Mosuke so?”

“He started
it,” he replied simply.

“A rather childish remark for somebody your
age,” he scolded. “Now what did you do to bother Mosuke?”

He rolled his
eyes. “I was merely watching a display of love between to adorable creatures.”


Amidamaru frowned. “Translation?”

“I was interested in your
master’s intentions for a cute little blonde boy tonight.”

Amidamaru’s
eyes widened, then he glared at Tokagero with despise. “Stay away from Yoh-dono
and Manta-dono,” he warned. “If I ever hear of that kind of behaviour again, you
will pay dearly.” With that, he returned angrily to the hotel.

“Pussy,”
Tokagero muttered, then looked back towards the hot spring. “What? Shit!” he
yelled, finding Manta and Yoh had also went indoors. He grumbled for a few
moments, then had a thought. He smirked to himself as he began concocting a
devilish plan. “Perhaps I should find Ryu,” he thought as he floated
away.