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Longing of a Half-Vampire	By : MysticExarch Category: +G to L > Highschool DxD Views: 34326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Um…uh…" Issei heard Gasper stutter as he nibbled on his thumb nervously, "Are you…sure? I mean..."
What's his problem? I'm just trying to be nice, Issei wondered.
The brunette twitched his hand insistently. "Come on. You know you want to," he stated before leaning in and switching to a whisper. "Besides, everyone's watching."
Gasper visibly gulped and reached out with a trembling hand. Issei took it and pulled the trap closer, noting how soft and girly his skin was. He also saw that Gasper's eyes were darting back and forth, clearly embarrassed by the fact that everyone could see him.
Issei gently pulled the vampire over to the dance floor. "Just relax; you're so tense," he said quietly.
Gasper's eyes were glued to the floor. "Why…are you doing this? You…you do realize I'm a boy, right?"
Issei put his hand on Gasper's chin and gently lifted it up so that their eyes were forced to meet. "So? Do you not realize by now that I don't care?"
Gasper bit his lip. "But…why? You've never shown…I mean, is this...?"
Issei chuckled softly. Until recently, he would've been asking himself the same question.
"He's WHAT?" Issei yelped, jumping backwards in an animated pose of surprise.
"Come now, are you really so shocked?" Rias said, clucking her tongue.
"Yes!" Issei blurted.
"And why is that?" Akeno chimed in. "Gasper isn't like most other guys. I mean, just look at him."
Issei glanced around the penthouse kitchen at the circle of female faces that surrounded him. "Yeah, but I never really figured that he was, you know…"
"Gay?" Rias asked, tilting her head.
"Yeah. Did any of you?"
The harem nodded emphatically. "Most of us suspected it," Koneko replied dryly. "Or that he was at least bisexual."
"It seems we all knew. Everyone except you, I mean," Xenovia said.
All Issei could do was stand there, aghast.
"Does that bother you?" Irina asked.
"What?" Issei responded. "I…well, yeah. I don't swing that way! For real!" He could feel his cheeks burning. The other girls smiled in the fashion he remembered from back when he was still awkward about sex around them.
"We know," Rias said, stepping forward to take charge of the conversation. "And no one is asking you to."
"Unless you secretly have a fetish for passible crossdressers," Irina teased with a grin.
Issei blanched, quivering with shock. This earned him giggles from the women at his discomfort.
"But seriously," Rias addressed the still-frozen Issei, "we just think we should all be more considerate of him. It's obvious now: he's jealous. Not of you, but of us. That's why this happened."
Issei slowly thawed. "You…you really think so?" he asked, stroking his chin with a hand.
"Yes, of course," the bombshell redhead replied. "It's rather obvious, isn't it?" she asked, looking around at the rest of the group. She received nods of affirmation from everyone. "As the President, I should have seen this coming. Poor Gasper was sleep-deprived and emotionally distraught. He has low self-esteem due to his past history, dangerous sacred gear, and unique gender expression. He probably feels worthless and unloved. As his King, the only person who should be blamed for us getting frozen in time for two hours is me. It's not his fault he lost control of his powers today. Any of us would've had the same reaction."
"I suppose that makes sense…" Issei followed cautiously. "But what do we do about it?"
There was a long moment of silence as everyone turned their heads to peer at each other cluelessly.
Eventually, Asia spoke up. "Well…" she started, "I think I have an idea."
Leave it to Asia to come up with such a thoughtful plan, Issei told himself, snapping back to his present reality in the underworld ballroom.
"Never mind that," Issei replied, shaking his head. "Let's just enjoy ourselves."
"O-okay," Gasper stuttered, hesitantly striking an intimate dancing pose with the other male.
As the couple began to sway with the slow, sensual rhythm of the music, Issei examined Gasper's face. The poor guy was practically beside himself. It was clear that he thought this was some kind of joke.
Issei felt guilty about that. Not because he had asked Gasper to dance as a joke, but because it was obvious the bishop didn't like having his feelings played with. He clearly only wanted this if it was real; if Issei was truly into him. It was a completely fair expectation, and truth be told…Issei wasn't sure that he was. He had only agreed to do this after a lot of convincing on his harem's part, and even then, all he had promised was one dance. It was just supposed to be a simple gesture to help make it up to Gasper, to make him feel wanted just for one night, even if it was in a small way. The more he thought about it, though, wasn't it a cruel tease?
Issei wondered if he truly should be doing this.
Oh well. Too late.
"Uh…I like your dress," Issei said a little awkwardly, his eyes sweeping up and down Gasper's petite frame.
The blonde blushed profusely, his cheeks turning almost as red as his elegant garment. "Oh, wow. Um, thanks…Issei," he trailed off shyly.
Damn it. That sounded so insincere, Issei chastised himself.
He had meant it wholeheartedly, though. The dress was beautiful, and the other boy filled it out nicely with his slender, feminine, curvy physique. It was just that complimenting another male in that fashion felt weird. He was used analyzing the bodies and clothes of women, not guys.
Issei looked away in frustration and shame, taking the opportunity to see if some people were still looking. Indeed, a few were, though not many, and they weren't leering rudely. It wasn't as if he and Gasper were in the spotlight or anything like that. These were high society devils, after all. They had most definitely seen weirder things than a straight guy dancing with a trap before.
Issei felt conflicted. Part of him felt self-conscious about being seen touching another dude, albeit an extremely feminine one, like this. His other part felt guilty for thinking that way. Was it really so bad? He was doing something good, wasn't he?
Besides, Gasper was pretty much exactly like a girl. This was even one of the arguments Rias had repeatedly used on him until he had agreed to do this, and Issei was now forced to admit that it was a convincing one.
Issei suddenly leaned in and seized a more intimate hold. If he was going to do this, then by Lucifer, he was going to make it the dance of Gasper's life. It had to be, in order to justify the price of their mutual discomfort.
Gasper inhaled sharply. "Issei?" he breathed in puzzlement, looking up into the pawn's face.
Their eyes locked in what Issei could only assume was a weird coincidence.
"Oh, I was just…" Issei whispered, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry."
Gasper didn't let go, though. He seemed torn between two different instincts.
Issei suddenly felt something powerful pass through him. It was if understanding crystalized in his mind; a moment of epiphany.
All of Gasper's physical traits were suddenly there before him, plain as day.
He could see the femboy's soft, utterly kissable looking, bright red lips.
That's lipstick, isn't it?
There was his immaculate and smooth-looking facial skin that seemed to be begging for someone to caress it. And it was stretched over such a pretty face with delicate features, too: high cheekbones, rounded, etc.
Why do I want to caress those cheeks so badly?
Issei noticed the locks of long, clean, well-brushed blonde hair. Now that he was up close and forced to pay attention in a way he never had before, it was obvious to him that Gasper's hair was just as good as Asia's.
There's a lock that came loose. It's on his face…
Not knowing what came over him, Issei realized he was impulsively brushing the strand of hair away and tucking it gently over Gasper's ear. He felt himself cracking a wide, honest smile, too.
Gasper looked up in complete and utter shock, his eyes wide and pupils dilated to slits.
"Gasper…" Issei breathed lustfully, feeling overwhelmed by sudden attraction.
To hell with it, Issei thought in a moment that escaped inhibition entirely.
The brown-haired male suddenly pulled the trap closer to his body so that they were practically embracing. He could feel Gasper's smaller body against his own, the warmth of it soaking through the luxurious fabric of the dress and through his suit. Gasper's hardening nipples, which were poking through the dress, and even a small bra underneath that Issei noticed, rubbed up against his chest in a way that made his blood pound. An image of him abusing those little buds seared across his mind, causing his member to twitch. He found himself thrusting his hips into Gasper's, feeling a much smaller bulge there against his own. Issei didn't care. Gasper's equipment was cute.
All he knew was he wanted this person, regardless of their gender.
"Gasper…" Issei breathed again, struggling to control himself. His words brushed right into the blonde's pointy ears, making him shiver with what Issei hoped was desire. "You're beautiful…"
That's when it hit him; Gasper's scent. It was preposterously primal and feminine. If he had to describe it, Issei would've said 'sexuality incarnate'. It was just so unbelievably clean and pure and not at all like he had imagined another guy smelling. In fact, Gasper smelled just as good as the pheromones of the women in his harem.
If he had been horny before, Issei was turning into a mindless beast now.
Issei took a long, slow, indulgent wiff. "Oh…wwwoooowwww, Gasper," he practically moaned. "You smell so fucking hot."
It was true. Issei was getting lightheaded just from the smell alone.
"Issei?!" Gasper half-questioned, half-protested.
"I want you," Issei aggressively whispered, rolling the tip of Gasper's ear softly between his teeth.
Gasper's reaction was instantaneous. Both his nipples became rock hard to the point where they were no doubt visible. Issei relished in the feel of them, as well as the feeling of Gasper's little penis growing erect and rubbing against his own through their clothes.
The red dragon emperor began to grind gently, fantasies of ripping up Gasper's dress, pushing him against a wall, and pounding the trap's cute butt as they tongue kissed playing across his mind. His underwear even began to get damp with pre-cum.
Issei pulled back. Maybe he would regret this later since Gasper was a guy, but he had always followed his heart in the moment. This time was no different. Besides, he had already escalated things pretty far, hadn't he?
He began to lean in for a kiss.
And that's when the music stopped, the lights coming back on.
The magic of the moment was broken.
Issei leaned back, feeling the almost drug-like euphoria partially melt away. He saw Gasper's face, which bore a hurt expression.
Why? Issei asked himself. Isn't this what he wanted? He should be happy I came around.
"Alright folks," the DJ's voice reached his ears. "I hope Mr. Anonymous enjoyed his request, along with rest of you fine ladies and gentlemen. Now I have a something a little livelier for you…"
Issei stopped paying attention. Gasper's reaction was much more immediate concern.
The trap's eyes were watering with the beginning of a sob. "No…no, you can't do this to me, Issei…" he choked out.
"What's wrong?" Issei asked, concerned.
Gasper shook his head, closing his eyes; too overwhelmed to speak. Tears began to stream down his face.
"I'm sorry, Gasper. I thought you…" Issei began softly.
The trap was already leaving, though. Within moments Gasper had dashed away, his black pumps making clicking noises against the sleek wood of the dance floor.
All Issei could do was stare dejectedly as his heart pulsed with guilt.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned. It was Rias.
"What happened, Issei-kun?" the redhead asked.
"I don't know," Issei said in a defeated tone. "Surprisingly, I somehow got into it and almost…wow, this feels weird to say…almost kissed him. But then he ran away, crying."
"Really?" Rias asked, perplexed. "Why?"
"I don't know," Issei answered, staring at the doorway through which Gasper had fled, "…but I'm going to find out and make this right."
Issei promptly sprinted after Gasper, narrowly dodging other guests as he went.
More clicking noises of heels were heard, and Rias was suddenly surrounded by the women of house Gremory.
"Is Gaspie okay?" Koneko asked.
Rias shook her head. "I don't know. But I have confidence in Issei," she said, smiling. "I know he can make this right."
"Go get him, Issei!" Asia blurted, jumping up and down.
The other girls echoed her as one.
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