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So Many Reasons Why
6

Tal and Thorn

The
moonlight was stifled and silence would have reigned over the whole room if not
for Kazutaka’s short barely registering breath and Asato’s rapidly growing
heart-pounding fear. Kazutaka’s skin
was eerie cold and covered in an unhealthy sheath of sweat as Asato gently
shook him.

At first, he had thought the
sudden unpleasant loss of attentive hands and sexy possessive voice was a part
of the game. Asato had tried to be
good, tried to show Kazutaka how sincere he was about wanting to obey. But having less than the usual amount of
patience found in teenagers, it was less than two minutes before he turned his
head and saw Kazu-Chan slumped against the footboard, eyes half shut.

He’d moved quickly and was now
holding the frail boy running fearful hands over him in a thought-blurred
attempt to warm him.

“Kazu-Chan, answer me. What’s wrong?” He shook him again harder borderline dangerously, the way a
frantic adult shakes an unresponsive infant.
“You’ve got to answer me, Kazu-Chan, I’m so sorry. How could I let this happen? You’re not strong enough. I should never have…” Now he was trying kisses hoping he could
rouse Kazutaka like a prince in a fairy tale.

Asato pulled back his somewhat worse
for wear hand protectively. “Like my
blood isn’t raw. I’ve haven’t exactly
been cooked at a high temperature before being served!”

Kazutaka mumbled something that
sounded like, “but it’s sweet and warm.”
He looked away from Asato and used the back of his hand to wipe away the
line of blood from his chin. “I’ll just
go get some more medicine from grandfather, and… And then I’ll go back to my room. I’m sorry.” He slid
slowly towards the opposite side of the bed, looking around for his clothes.

Whatever had just occurred wasn’t
enough to drive out the feelings Asato had just truly acknowledged. Likely nothing would ever be enough. “Kazu-Chan, don’t think I don’t want…you
know…to be with you. Even after you let
me see your…ah…dass.”ss.” Asato grabbed
Kazutaka’s shoulder and rolled him back to face him. A fearless kiss found the frightened embarrassed boy’s mouth. “I will always belong to you Kazutaka,
always…but I can’t … we can’t do something that would destroy your health
almost immediately.”

Kazutaka rested his forehead against
Asato’s chest. “I know. I know.”
He whispered, eyes closing tightly to keep the tears from falling. “I’ve always known I was too fragile for
everything. Poor Kazutaka. Can’t go to school. Can’t have friends. Can’t play outside. He’ll
break. He’s too fragile, like a little
porcelain doll.” He was barely
restraining his sobs and his strained voice showed it. “Never be able to do anything like everyone
else. Not even love…” Thin arms clutched at Asato as he raised his
face to look up at him. “It’s
okay. I know.”

Asato wanted to scream. Wanted to complain about how unfair it all
was, to anyone bothering to listen. How
many deaths had he attracted to those he cared about even a little. And now, this boy, this beautiful,
passionate boy was asking him to steal his sadness…his loneliness. Be the first to free him from his dark
prison of caution and isolation. A baby
bird fresh from the nest would do better in a flock of sharp-taloned predators
than sickly Kazutaka would loving him.
“I can’t be the one that could and turned away…and I can’t stand by and
bring about your death.” Asato’s voice
fell to its quietest level. “Does the
blood make you stronger even if it’s only for a short time?”

Kazutaka nestled in close to Asato,
his body shivering with cold. “It’s the
threads… The sickness. It’s hungry. I’ve never tried to give it blood, I don’t know. I only know that grandfather’s medicine
makes me feel better. Makes the
sickness go quiet for a while.”

“They like pain,” Asato said as calmly
as possible. “They were hungry. I could sense it but once I acknowledged how
it really felt they seemed more quieted, like they were pleasantly enjoying
a…” Asato searched for the right comparison. When in doubt use a breakfast food. “Stack of pancakes with just the right
nt ant and kind of syrup.”

“It’s always breakfast time in your
world isn’t it?” Kazutaka asked, a soft
smile escaping his melancholy. “I guess
though that I do feel a little better.
Not quite so scary weak.” He
paused then said in a voice a shade from an order. “Give me your hand again.”

There is no return. And then there is the point past it. And this was it. If he responded to that request made in a poorly veiled tone of
expectation, Asato knew he was about to really give up everything and anything
he had to Kazutaka. At least the
bleeding and God help him, even the pain would be his choice this time. It would not be like Saki. “Yes, if you wish it, Kazutaka.” He raised his scarring hand and even let it
pass across Kazutaka’s lips.

A strong grip held his hand just over
Kazutaka’s lips. The pale boy turned
it, eyes searching for a still open cut.
He found one just under the pad at the base of Asato’s thumb, in the
hollow where his palm folded. A
questing tongue brushed over it. A
couple threads darted across Kazutaka’s tongue, tickling as they sucked up the
blood. Bolder then, his lips caressed
skinskin around the cut as his tongue danced over it. Sucking just a little to draw out more blood, Kazutaka felt the
threads transferring the warmth and nourishment to his body. Hered red like a kitten with a bowl of hot
milk.

Acutely aware of two things; one,
those threads weren’t getting any less hungry, and two he was going a bit fuzzy
down around his wrist, Asato called his resolve to the front of his mind. Trust.
Trust he’ll know when to stop.
Trust. He’ll know when he needs
more. Never doubt him. Never question him. Always love him. Asato’s other hand brought its contained
warmth up and down Kazutaka’s soft chest, and daring to draw his hunger
elsewhere he slid it close to the shaft of Kazutaka’s cock but didn’t actually
touch it.

Kazutaka released Asato’s wrist and
sighed as he used his hands to draw Asato’s face down for a kiss. His body pressed itself as close to Asato as
it could, hungry for the flesh now that it had taken its fill of the blood.

Asato let the kiss wash over his
anxiety and truly be exactly what he wanted, his hand now a jumble of teasing
fingers lightly testing the bouncy soft layer of skin above the hardening
muscle.

Hands that had found a new strength
massaged up and down Asato’s back, skimming down lower and lower every time
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Kazutaka trailed kisses over Asato’s neck and shoulder as he propped
himself up on one elbow. His other hand
worked its way down, to rest with just the slightest pressure over Asato’s hot
opening. “Let me give you something in
return for what you’ve given me,” Kazutaka whispered in Asato’s ear, his voice
a purr that a boy his age should not be able to make.

One would k afk after countless
fantasies, countless hours to imagine what this would be like, Asato could have
come up with something, anything better to say than the breathed prayer of
“please” that escaped his lips or the less than subtle movements his hips were
making.

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problem had occurred to Kazutaka. He didn’t
really want to hurt Asato, but if he just took him, he’d tear his soft
flesh. Kazutaka knew from experience
how much that could hurt. He closed his
eyes in momentary thought.

“Wait here, Asato,” Kazutaka ordered gently. “Don’t move.” This is so wroi>, i>, Kazutaka thought as he went to rummage
in his bag, but it’ll work.