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Title:� The Epic

Chapter:� 8/ many

Authors:� Kyo-chan and
Koko-chan

Genre:� Shounen-ai

Disclaimers:� We do
not own the characters or the series.�
They belong to Kyo Shirodaira
and Eita Mizuno.� This fanfiction is
written by fans purely for the enjoyment of fans.

Summary:� And now,
what you've all been waiting for�

Warnings:� Wow, we
have these?� Oh yeah.� If you don't like the act of boysex, then please skip ahead to the next chapter, as
there will be a nice dose of it in the pages ahead.� I guess there's a bit of vampirism involved
too?� Hope you enjoy!� ~_^

~*~

�� "Eyes...aishiteru."

�� For only a
brief instant, Eyes felt ice cold. He would never say that he hadn't seen the
words coming; he would have been a fool if he hadn't. Especially after the
things that Kousuke had said to Ayumu. That frigid feeling he recognized as
fear, usually so very far buried beneath an equally cool expression, surfaced
in a blossom that crawled over his skin and then dissipated again. The cold
made it so easy to reject those emotions, gave him an opening to say that he
didn't feel a thing and mean it in the momentary numbness that ensued.

�� But he
didn't.

�� Instead, he
wrestled back the fear to let something warmer replace it. He knew that he
trusted Kousuke to some level, considering that he could have let the redhead
drown back at the lab had he really thought he'd be betrayed. Since the day Rio had brought Kousuke to him, there had been a wary
truce that had grown in the time they'd worked together. No matter how much
Kousuke claimed that he didn't believe the Fate could be changed, he still
fought for them, killed or them, and allowed them to believe in what he
couldn't. There was no doubt in Eyes's mind that such loyalty touched him
deeply. They were closely connected and had been for awhile. Little Narumi's
web only made it that much clearer to see. He didn't have to reject Kousuke's
affections. There was room for acceptance.

�� So, drawing
in a long, cool breath, Eyes's gaze went distant for the moment it took to
exhale. Forcibly, he made the cold leave with the air, so that he could feel
the warmth that remained from Kousuke's presence. Now, more so than ever, he
could be heated by the fires that were Kousuke's alone. His lips parted as if
he would speak something, but the words weren't coming. His silence was his own
enemy now, and he cursed his inability to find those eloquent words that used
to come so easily. His eyes met Kousuke's locking on for just long enough to
convey that he wouldn't reject the feelings. Then his mouth pressed closed
again, thin lips forming a troubled line. If the words wouldn't come, if he
didn't have a weapon of his own, he'd do the next best thing.

Leaning forward, he very tentatively brushed a kiss against Kousuke's forehead,
then his lips. The first was a reassurance. The second was a promise that he'd
say the words when he knew the time was right.

�� Kousuke had
been ready for rejection. He'd been expecting Eyes to pull back and go cold on
him, and tell him that love was a danger he couldn't and wouldn't afford. He'd
expected to be left completely alone, and knew that no matter how he prepared
himself, it would still hurt enough to shatter him.

�� He hadn't
expected acceptance, silent or otherwise, and in the state of shock and surprise
that followed, he almost couldn't break out of his customary freeze in time to
realize that yes, Eyes was kissing him, and yes, he should definitely be
kissing back. So that's what he did, reaching up to wrap his arms around the
silver-haired boy's shoulders and gripping the back of his shirt to hide how
his hands were trembling.

�� Eyes almost
pulled back from the kiss, afraid of the commitment that was behind it. He'd
drilled himself to believe that he could never get close to another Blade
Child, nothing beyond the physical parameters. His experiences with Kanone had
cemented that, and he'd lived it religiously...until now.

�� Now, he
didn't want to hold back. The momentary feeling of safety that Ayumu had
incurred made it just a little easier to bend his own rules. He kissed Kousuke
back instead of withdrawing, shifting his body so that he could embrace the
redhead in return. The fingertips of one hand drifted over his shoulders, the
other hand gripping Kousuke's shirt at the lower back.

�� Kousuke
purred into the kiss, loving the touches. He felt so much better, knowing that
Eyes understood how he felt and hadn't punted him out the window for it. The
idea that the other boy actually returned it in some small way was enough to
put the redhead on cloud nine.

�� Eyes held the
other Blade Child close as he held onto the kiss. He didn't feel the need to
let go just yet, exploring the firm softness of Kousuke's lips first with his
own, then experimentally with the tip of his tongue. It was very unobtrusive, a
way of asking permission instead of just assuming he was welcome.

�� The redhead
shivered at the light touch, opening his mouth to the exploration and meeting
it with his own. His hands began kneading at the other boy's back like cat's
paws.

�� A soft mewl
came from Eyes's throat as he felt Kousuke's hands against him, kissed deeper.
He only had one thing to compare the way the redhead felt and tasted to, and he
couldn't deny that this was so much better. This wasn't happening for the wrong
reasons or because Eyes didn't know what to do this time. He knew, and he
wanted it with Kousuke. His tongue slipped deeper into the other boy's mouth,
tasting it slowly and carefully, as was his way.

�� Kousuke was
a little less patient and a little rougher, but the affection was obvious as he
continued the kiss. The mewl sent desire shooting
through him like molten honey, hot and thick, and it was an effort not to just
pounce.

�� Eyes
shifted just a little closer, tilting his head slightly so that he could try
and keep up with the more heated pace that Kousuke wanted. In the back of his
mind, he could feel a gentle tingling that spread over his skin, making it
flush a bit, as if Kousuke's desire were contagious. He met Kousuke's
impatience with an eagerness of his own, not just kissing deeper but harder.

�� Kousuke
only broke the kiss when the need for air was strong enough to overcome desire.
Even then, it didn't make him pull away completely, but instead shift his
attentions to nuzzling at Eyes's neck like an affectionate kitten. He breathed
deeply, wanting to get the scent of the other boy, knowing it would be yet
another way he'd be able to know him, even if he couldn't see him.

�� Kousuke was
beginning to think that nekojin instincts were a lot smarter than human ones,
actually...

�� Eyes let
out a sigh of pleasure, tipping his head back a little not only to get a breath
of air, but to give Kousuke room to explore. His ivory skin carried the gentle
musk of his preferred cologne, but it was in no way overpowering. And just
beneath that was the scent of the leather that he so often loved to wear.

�� Kousuke
found that he loved that scent, and filed it away in his memory. The nuzzling
became kissing and light nibbling, as the redhead tasted the sweet-salt flavor
of the pale skin. His fangs scraped lightly over the soft silken surface, and a
small part of him urged to bite, but Kousuke fought that. He was afraid of
doing anything that might hurt Eyes.

�� Another
soft sound rumbled in the pianist's throat, his next breath staggering just a
little, quiet signs that Eyes was enjoying what
Kousuke did. His own fingertips were making their way past the barrier of the
other Blade Child's shirt, one hand slipping beneath at the base of Kousuke's
spine, the other trailing over his throat and the collar that dipped down into
sculpted chest.

�� Kousuke
purred, deep and loud, sending a light vibration through that chest. He nipped
a little harder at the throat under his lips, and his hands began to match
Eyes's in their wandering, tracing the other boy's body through the leather
vest he wore, silently marveling at the hidden strength.

�� Eyes too
was also admiring what he touched, knowing all along that Kousuke was strong,
but now able to feel the evidence right at his fingertips. He couldn't help the
moan he let out, eyes fluttering closed as he whispered Kousuke's name.
More...he wanted more of that pressure, the pain-pleasure of teeth against his
skin.

�� The sound
of Eyes's voice in pleasure fanned the flames of Kousuke's desire still
further, and also made the instinct to mark him that much stronger. But he
fought it back again, wanting permission before doing such a thing.
"Eyes...I...I want to bite you. I don't really understand why, but I want
to mark you." He pulled away a little, moving one of his hands to brush
against that pale face. "But you're not some object I can claim, and I'm
scared that I'd hurt you. So it's up to you, to let me know what I can do and
what I can't."

�� By now,
Eyes's cheeks were flushed a very pale pink, his eyes like electric sapphires.
He was gazing at Kousuke with such intensity that it matched whatever flames
were within. He dropped the hand from the redhead's hair to the top buckle on
his vest. Getting it undone with only a slight bit of shakiness, he bared one
shoulder to Kousuke. "I don't wish to hide what we are completely, but
there are some things best kept discrete for the moment." He was sure that
Kousuke would understand. Visible marks might be misinterpreted. "But you
won't hurt me by following your instincts. As long as you don't mean to treat
me like an object, I never will be one."

�� I'm not
going to be another Kanone, was the thought Kousuke had, but he didn't say
it, not wanting to ruin the moment by uttering that name. Instead, he smiled,
leaning forward to press another kiss against those tempting lips. "Arigatou," he whispered against them, his hands
already returning to the gentle explorations of earlier.

�� "No
thanks needed," Eyes murmured, tugging at the loose shirt that was draped
over Kousuke's body. Let me see... he thought to himself, not feeling
quite confident enough yet to say them out loud.

�� Kousuke
felt the tug, and hesitated, once more meeting Eyes's gaze. "Are you
sure?" he asked. "You saw the damage that was under there before, and
a pattern of leopard spots isn't going to make it any prettier. I still look
like a half-starved junkie's night gone bad. Do you
really want to see that?"

�� "No
matter what the Hunter has done, you are still Kousuke Asazuki. Nothing can
stain that, not even Fate." He gave another gentle tug, tilting his head
just a bit. "Please?"

�� The redhead
sighed and chuckled softly. "How is it that you always know exactly what
to say and how to say it?" he murmured, and gave a nod of assent, lifting
his arms a little to help with getting the tunic off.

�� "Practice,"
Eyes murmured, pulling the shirt over Kousuke's head and letting his gaze run
the complete length of the redhead's body. Never once did an expression of
disgust taint his features. Instead, the other boy was almost fascinated by the
markings of the nekojin and the subtle feline power Kousuke possessed.
"And honesty."

�� The leopard
spots were a dramatic mark against the redhead's pale skin, covering most of
his body and leaving only his hands, feet, and face truly unmarked. The spots
were smaller along his chest and belly, but still visible. It was actually
quite lovely, but from the way Kousuke squirmed a little under Eyes's gaze, it
was something the redhead was going to have a little trouble getting used to.

�� "It's
all right, Kousuke..." Eyes soothed gently, unable to resist the call of
those unusual markings. Even if Kousuke would take some getting used to them,
they looked somewhat right as they were. Eyes never would have been able to
think about it if he didn't have a way to see it, but now that it was there, he
had no trouble picturing how natural the coloring seemed. He gently touched
upon the smaller spots over Kousuke's chest, and the light brush over his
nipple was easily passed off as an accidental stop on his quest over the
leopard marks.

�� Kousuke let
out a soft gasp, his back arching just the tiniest bit. He flushed ever so
slightly at his own reactions to such a simple touch, but covered it by once
more returning to his attentions on the other Blade Child's throat. He nuzzled
and nipped at the one bare shoulder, moving inward until he could run a
startlingly rough tongue over the other boy's pulse.

�� Eyes would
have smirked at the reaction, had Kousuke not closed in on his throat once
more. The feel of the sandpaper tongue that was so easily attributed to cats
sent an equally rough shiver down his spine. He'd been around cats enough to
know how that felt, but somehow, coming from Kousuke, it was a totally
different sensation altogether. He gripped Kousuke's shoulders, knowing that
he'd probably need something to hold onto.

�� The redhead
purred at the embrace, running his tongue along the skin a few more times, both
for the reaction and the fact that Eyes's skin tasted nice. Then, he gathered
his courage and bit down gently. The taste of the silver-haired boy's blood
filled his senses, and he couldn't stop the soft moan at the flavor.

�� "Aaah...!" Eyes's head fell back, his eyes wide before
they fluttered shut, lips parted slightly. His fingertips dug into Kousuke's
shoulders, making sure he didn't fall against the other boy as his body
trembled with the new intrusion. It was slight, but it made his blood seem to
burn beneath his skin, focusing on the point where Kousuke's lips were fixed on
him and spreading outward in a hot rush of pleasure.

�� Kousuke
purred louder at the sound, both relieved and smug at the same time. Getting
reactions out of Eyes was difficult at the best of times, and there was just
something about his voice when he moaned that made Kousuke's blood boil. Taking
a small risk, he bit harder, hoping to increase the pleasure his lover was
feeling.

�� Eyes was panting by now, his body so quickly reacting to the
harder pressure, as if it knew more what to do with it than Eyes did himself.
For a brief moment, he thought of doing the same to Kousuke, returning the
claim, but he wasn't sure how since he didn't have teeth like that, and it
would hurt far more than feel good without them. He didn't get long to think
about it as he cried out softly again, this time murmuring Kousuke's name in a
soft moan following it. He felt dizzy, but certainly not in a bad way, the
world spinning down until it was just himself and Kousuke in it.

�� Kousuke
loved the sounds of Eyes in pleasure. His voice sounded exactly like silk velvet,
smooth and sensually soft. He wondered, though, if he could get the quiet boy
to be any louder, and he let his hands wander to the front of Eyes's vest,
undoing the second buckle and slipping those calloused fingers inside to brush
against soft skin.

�� Another
shudder took the Englishman's body, and he knew he was beginning to lose
control of things. He had to wonder if he ever had it to begin with... His
hands slowly fell away from Kousuke's shoulders so that they wouldn't be in the
way. He had been kneeling on the bed when he'd embraced Kousuke after the
nightmare, so he sat now on his knees, arms at his sides, his head tipped just
slightly as if he were some pure offering dressed up in darkness to make it
look more tempting.

�� Kousuke
pulled back from the bite, looking at the vision Eyes made before him, and gave
a soft whistle of admiration. "You're damn gorgeous, you know that?"
he whispered. He knew Eyes probably heard it all the time, and thus wouldn't
put much value to the compliment, but the redhead truly meant it, and couldn't
help but say it. His hands continued to stroke and massage at the muscles under
his touch, brushing over Eyes's nipples in much the same semi-accidental manner
that the silver boy had used on him.

�� It meant
something different coming from Kousuke, though Eyes wasn't quite sure how.
Maybe it was the fact that it wasn't just a nameless fan...and it wasn't
manipulative Kanone, who seemed to know so easily how to use words to their
full advantage. "Thank you..." he breathed, his voice catching as
Kousuke's fingers brushed over his nipples, eliciting another of those soft
moans.

�� Kousuke
smiled, dropping all illusion of subtlety and focusing on the sensitive
nipples. While the fingertips were rough with calluses, the touch itself was
still quite gentle, as if the redhead were playing a delicate instrument
instead of touching another living being. Odd, since Kousuke had never claimed
to be able to play anything more complex than a kazoo.

�� Eyes knew
the touch of a musician, but he didn't have a chance to think on it. Not now
when everything else seemed to be right. For the moment, he was content with
letting himself absorb every little detail, having the tiniest feeling that
he'd learn more about Kousuke in this night than he ever would. He shivered
almost violently under the touches, feeling the ache of need becoming more and
more apparent the more Kousuke touched him. He was losing control on that cold
nature of his, and while it scared him, he couldn't think of any way to stop it
from happening.

�� Kousuke
could smell the fear, feel it in his mind, and an already softened heart
melted. "It's okay," he whispered, feeling a little awkward with the
unaccustomed need to comfort, "it's safe to let go. No one can hear or see
you but me, and I won't let anything out of this room that you don't want let
out."

�� Eyes took a
deep breath and let it out in a soft sigh. "This isn't like me. I'm not
one to require such reassurance." He noticed then that he was trembling,
ever so slightly, and he wished that he could stop it, feeling as if it would
lessen Kousuke's opinion of him if he showed anything other than the quiet
solidity he was used to presenting.

�� Kousuke
shrugged and gave one of those mischievous smiles that came with his jester's mask,
hoping it would calm Eyes some. "Don't worry. Lots of people get nervous
in situations like this. I'd probably be freaking out if I was really thinking
about it. However, since all blood for the brain is currently somewhere else, I
don't have to." Despite the joking, his hands were moving down Eyes's
belly and sides in soothing strokes, as if trying to caress the tremors away.

�� "Somewhere
else..." Eyes let out a soft laugh at the thought, knowing exactly where
Kousuke spoke of, though he was quite well-trained that it wasn't something
mentioned in polite conversation. However, this was hardly "polite"
conversation. The sound was unusual coming from Eyes, the pleasant chuckle as
out of place as the soft smile that followed.

�� That caused
Kousuke's own smile to brighten considerably. He'd never heard Eyes laugh
before, and the thought that he was the cause of the laughter just made
it even better for him. It was a beautiful sound, and the sight went beyond
words. He leaned forward, unable to resist kissing that smile, his arms pulling
the paler boy against him.

�� Eyes made a
startled sound of surprise, but this time, there was no hesitation or
contemplation of pulling back. He settled into Kousuke's arms to return the
kiss.

�� The kiss
was rougher this time, Kousuke exploring Eyes's mouth with a fierce hunger. He wanted
Eyes, more with every moment, every little chip of the ice walls that fell
away. He slid his hands under the open vest to the musician's back, running his
claws lightly over his spine.

�� That
seemingly delicate body arched in response, Eyes losing the battle to match
Kousuke's pace. He settled for letting the kiss, and its giver, overtake him
and his senses. He closed his eyes once more and shrugged his shoulders a
little to get the vest to fall away completely before resting his hands against
Kousuke's chest.

�� With the
baring of yet more skin to explore, Kousuke broke the kiss to move downward,
using lips, teeth and tongue to make a blazing trail down Eyes's neck to his
chest.

�� Uncurling his legs out from underneath him as Kousuke continued his
explorations, he lay back onto the bed to give his lover better space to move.
Sitting up and trying to reach the bared places couldn't be all that
comfortable. Besides, he felt less like he'd fall over if he was already down.

�� Kousuke
purred in thanks, lapping at one sensitive nipple while he continued to trace
invisible designs into Eyes's skin with his claws. He was being very careful,
making sure there was only the lightest scratch to the skin.

�� If normal
touch had felt good, the rough dampness of Kousuke's tongue was twice as
pleasing, drawing another moan, this one louder than those before it. He
offered his body up to the talented mouth, the artistic claws.

�� Kousuke's
desire burned hotter at the sound, and he didn't even think before biting into
the small nub. His hands were moving lower, down over the pale boy's muscular
stomach and just barely under the waistband of his pants, teasing in their
proximity to the proof of Eyes's own desire.

�� Slender
hips bucked just slightly, yet another sign of the musician's weakening control
over himself. The moan became a tormented little cry, the need for more and
more something he was having trouble keeping up with. It was as if his body had
been waiting for something like this a long time, and had hit the ground
running at the slightest offering, taking his mind and senses with it.

�� The
redheaded Blade Child suckled harder, loving the flavor of the other boy just
as much as the cries for more. He wanted to keep pushing Eyes's limits, to find
out what would make him lose all control, what would make him beg, and what
would make him scream.

�� Eyes felt
himself being tested and couldn't mind it. He knew that whatever the results,
he could trust Kousuke not to abuse them. They would reach a mutual gain if
this went further, so the young man saw no reason to stop it. He was trembling
under Kousuke again, but this time, it wasn't from fear.

�� Kousuke
switched to the other nipple, not biting this time, but just using gentle nips
and suckling. He let his hands move further, running over the leather-sheathed
arousal between Eyes's legs and once more beginning the catlike kneading.

�� "Nnnngg..!" It was an almost desperate noise, a shot of
fire-hot desire racing through his veins, groin outward.
"K-Kousuke...!" His eyes clenched a little, his hips thrusting up
into the feline movement of fingers.

�� "Hmmm?"
the redhead purred, green-gold eyes practically glowing with hunger.
"Something you want, Eyes?" His hands slowed, teasing mercilessly.

�� "M-more...!"
Eyes was trying not to beg, for it wasn't something he usually allowed for himself.
But Kousuke's rough and pleasurable touches were driving him to distraction
from anything he considered normal. A darker flush tainted his high cheekbones
as he realized his outburst, gaze turning away slightly. His breath came in
harsh gasps, the slits of his cat eyes slim, leaving a glow of beautiful blue.

�� Kousuke
smiled, not by any means unhappy with the plea. "Your wish is my command,"
he murmured, leaning up to give Eyes another deep kiss as he unfastened the
front of the other Blade Child's pants so that he could touch him directly.

�� Eyes kissed
Kousuke a little more fiercely with the skin-to-skin contact. His nails dragged
along the bed covers, back arching almost completely off the bed. His hips
rolled upward, the roughened palm gliding against his length with a delicious
sensation.

�� Kousuke
explored Eyes's arousal, marveling at just how soft the skin was there, like
silk under his touch, and startlingly warm in comparison with the cooler
temperatures of the rest of his body. He ran his claws along the length, but
with extreme care. There were some places where one just was not
careless with sharp claws.

�� The crude
orange blankets were clenched between Eyes's fingers now as he fought to keep
still under the careful ministrations. He was forced to remain as he was so
that Kousuke wouldn't make an accidental slip with the claws, but at the same
time, all he wanted to do was stretch and reach for more. He'd never felt
anything like this, and even sexual pleasure before now had never been quite so
intense. He believed that it was because he truly wanted Kousuke, which made
the touches easier to bear.

�� Kousuke
reluctantly pulled away, backing down until he was sitting at Eyes's feet.
Before he went any farther, he wanted to make sure his lover was comfortable,
and that meant those leather pants had to go. Besides, he wanted very much to
see the pale boy in his entirety, without anything to block the view.

�� Eyes sat up
a little bit, leaning on his arms to look at Kousuke curiously. He tilted his
head, some of that argent hair slipping into his face, brushing against
reddened skin. He felt embarrassed to be bared, but he wouldn't stop Kousuke
from going further, knowing that he couldn't deny wanting it.

�� Kousuke
seemed to know what he was thinking, and gave another of those soft smiles that
he only showed when it was just them. "We won't go farther than you're
willing, I promise. I just know that leather pants get uncomfortable after a
while, and I don't want you distracted. Besides, I want to see you." He
was already tugging at the pants, but not hard. If Eyes really had a problem
with it, he would leave it be and just work around it.

�� But Eyes
let him do as he liked, really having no argument for such logic. He writhed a little to assist, nodding in acceptance to
Kousuke's words. "I'm willing to go as far as I can, and I haven't found a
reason to stop yet."

�� The redhead
gave Eyes an intent look, those green-gold orbs serious. "But you will
tell me if you do? Promise me that if you need me to stop, you'll tell
me." He reached up, brushing a lock of silver hair away from the flushed
face of the pianist. It would have killed him to hurt Eyes, even by accident.

�� "I
promise." Eyes meant it. There was one that he hadn't been able to say no
to, and he would be damned if he ever let that happen to him again. Kousuke
understood, though. He seemed to know how to get past the complexities Eyes possessed
and overcome them with nothing more than his own charm and personality.

�� Kousuke
didn't consciously notice it, but some of the tension he'd been carrying left
with that promise. Despite the image he generally projected to the world, he
didn't like hurting others unless they'd royally deserved it. And as far as he
was concerned, all Eyes deserved was his love and utmost respect.

�� And his complete admiration. He gazed at the other boy,
breath taken away by the sight. Eyes lay on the bed, with the moonlight from
the windows accentuating every curve and valley of the surprisingly muscular
body. His skin looked like the finest ivory in that light and his silver hair
shone almost as brightly as those sapphire eyes. In that moment, Kousuke would
have sworn on anything that Eyes was perfection in and of itself.

�� As if he somehow knew what Kousuke was thinking, Eyes flushed just
a little darker. He wasn't good at accepting the praise, even though he
was used to hearing it in one form or another. But it was different to hear it
from the redhead than it was to hear it from Kanone, his fans, those he met on
the streets. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that he had no room for shame
here. He took a deep breath and once more turned to meet Kousuke's gaze. He offered
a small smile. "Whatever you're thinking, I've likely thought it about
you."

�� Kousuke's
response was to blush deeply, but it didn't get rid of his grin. "Is that
before or after I've done something to drive you and Rio
up the wall?" Now that the pants were out of the way, the redhead scooted
up again, gently parting Eyes's legs and settling down between them. He leaned
down, nuzzling at the hard length, before beginning to lap at it, almost as if
he was washing him.

�� Eyes
couldn't formulate an answer fast enough, before Kousuke's tongue descended on
him. He moaned loudly, lifting his hips up again. Like before it was still
rough and such a strange, delicious feeling. "Kousuke..." he
murmured.

�� "Mmm?" The redhead's
voice was a touch distracted, since most of his attention was on the scent,
flavor and texture of the skin beneath his lips. He wanted to make Eyes feel
everything as if it were his first time. And if he couldn't manage that, he'd
at least do his best to erase any memories of a certain bastard back in London. He nibbled along
the very tip, teasing at the slit.

�� It did feel
like the first time, or at best, it replaced any other memory. Eyes was totally focused on Kousuke and what he was doing,
trying not to thrust into the redhead's mouth before he was prepared for it.
His body shook with the effort, and again he groaned his pleasure, a bit louder
this time. Each wall that Kousuke took down made Eyes respond
a little louder, a little more intensely.

�� Kousuke
wanted to make all the walls fall, to see Eyes lose hold of that iron control
of his and just be himself for a while. To that end, he began to take Eyes into
his mouth, but went as slow as possible, teasing the silver-haired boy for all
he was worth. He pinned down the other boy's hips, absently massaging at the
flesh there. All the while, he was purring, adding the vibration of the sound
to everything else.

�� Kousuke's
grip was strong on him, and even though he was trying not to move, he still
couldn't help it. Yet, despite his uncontrollable movements, the redhead was
still able to keep him still. His back made a clean arc off the bed as he was
slowly, torturously enveloped by Kousuke's warm lips and tongue. The vibrations
added a nice touch, the trembling of his body matching the rhythm of the purr.
The ecstasy began to sharpen, building a strong pressure in his hips that made
him claw at the bed just a little more. His voice rose in a mewl that ended in
Kousuke's name.

�� The
reaction to that was an increase in the volume of Kousuke's rumbling purr, but
not to increase in the speed of his mouth. He just continued to move in a slow
but steady rhythm, suckling gently as he did. The only sign that Eyes's cries
were having a more profound effect was the agitated way his tail was thrashing
behind him.

�� Muscles
tensed under ivory skin, straining as he fought the fires of sensation. They
erupted over his skin, feeding off of his body from the inside out as he lay
helpless to Kousuke's attention. His head tossed back and forth a little,
silver hair fluttering like a halo around his drawn, flushed face.
"God...Kousuke, please...!" He didn't think he could take much more
of the sweet torment without fighting harder, and he didn't want to hurt
Kousuke or make him stop.

�� Kousuke
just chuckled, refusing to speed up until he made Eyes lose control. He scraped
his fangs along the other Blade Child's length once in silent offering.

�� That
dragged an almost scream from the pianist, and he actually jerked his hips hard
enough to almost break Kousuke's grip. "Kousuke..." It came out
nearly like a growl, as if he too had attracted some of the redhead's feline
qualities, but it was slightly deeper and definitely with a tone of desperation
to it.

�� Yes...that's
what I wanted. Just let go, Eyes. I'll catch you. Kousuke took the reaction
as an affirmative, and gently bit into the hardened flesh, moaning a little
himself once more at the taste. He could readily get himself addicted to the
flavor of the pianist's blood, but couldn't really find it in himself to care.

�� Eyes was certainly glad they were alone when the real scream
managed to slip free from his throat. His lips were parted, chest rapidly
rising and falling with his shortened, frantic breaths. He was arched over the
mattress again, mewling at the added sensation against his arousal.

�� Kousuke fed
for a short while, but not for too long. As nice as this was, and as much as
Eyes seemed to enjoy it, the last thing that the silver-haired boy needed was
to be drained until anemic. So he pulled back, still lapping gently at the bite
mark to catch the last droplets of crimson. "What would you like me to do,
Eyes?" he asked when done, nuzzling against the stiff flesh.

�� Eyes
thought for sure that even that gentle nuzzling would drive him crazy.
"Tell me..." he managed to say with only a slight shake to his voice. "What would you do...?"

�� The nekojin
smiled and straightened up. "Lots of different things, but making you lose
that icy control is a definite start. You sound so incredible in passion, and
there's really no reason not to let it show. The room's soundproofed, after
all. And even if Rio did hear
screaming, she'd think I was just dreaming about the zombie peaches
again."

�� "Except
that it was me screaming and not you," Eyes pointed out with a smile and a
shake of his head. He was leaning up on his elbows now so that he could look at
Kousuke. His eyes were considerably darker, almost drowning out the feline-like
slit.

�� Kousuke
shrugged. "Muffled through a soundproof wall, how would she be able to
tell?" He sat back on his heels, admiring the sapphire gaze. "Other
than that...I'd like--hells, I'd love to take you. But that's something
where your wishes definitely take precedence."

�� Eyes tilted
his head, reaching out with one hand to brush against Kousuke's face. "And
my wish is to be taken." His voice was almost a whisper; it took a lot to
admit that. It meant losing a lot of control and handing both that and his
trust to Kousuke.

�� Kousuke
leaned into the touch, eyes once again slitting like the happy kitty he was.
Still, he had to make sure. "Are you sure? I've never done this before,
even if I know the basics. It might hurt, at first."

�� Eyes let
out an embarrassed laugh at that. "Yes...yes it
will." He felt a little...ashamed that someone like himself was going to
be Kousuke's first. It made him feel like he wasn't worth that kind of honor.
"But I am sure."

�� Kousuke was
glad that Eyes was sure, but he didn't like the feel of the emotions coming
from the other boy. He pinched his side. "I don't know exactly what
you're thinking, but quit selling yourself short. There's nothing to be ashamed
of." With that, he reached over to the side of the bed where his end table
was, and started digging through the drawer. This was a bit of a task, since
like almost every other drawer and shelf in the room, it was packed with all
sorts of little items, and not at all organized.

�� Eyes almost
argued with him, but figured it wasn't worth ruining the mood to do so. Half of
him was afraid of saying something wrong when he was trying so hard to do
everything right. And the other half didn't care about the formalities, just
the raw hunger and desire that had already claimed him and left him aching to
be one with Kousuke. He nodded his consent and watched with some amusement as
Kousuke rummaged, likely searching for some sort of lubricant. If he knew the
"basics", he would be reasonable enough not to take him dry. It
wasn't as if it hadn't happened, but Eyes would have preferred a bit of
preparation, especially since they both seemed to desperately want to do this
as if it were the first time. Lovers were not careless on the first time.

�� Scissors...thumb
tacks...colored strings...Naruto yo-yo...dammit, where did I put it?! Bubble gum...miniature
pistol...vial of arsenic...Big Bird cookie cutter--why the fuck
do I have one of those again?--...super balls... "Ah-HA!
Found it!" He pulled out a small jar that was about half-filled with amber-colored
oil, holding it up triumphantly as he shoved the now even more disorganized
drawer shut. He handed it to Eyes, pulling out the stopper for him. "Tell
me if this scent is okay. If you don't like it, I'll get the hand lotion from
the bathroom."

�� Slender
fingers grasped the bottle, lifting it delicately, and Eyes took a slow breath
of the scent. It charmed him that Kousuke would be so
considerate as to even offer to change the scent for him. He was beginning to
understand that it was just as much about the little things as it was the
entire act.

�� The scent
of vanilla and cinnamon wafted up from the bottle, a very light sweet scent
with just a hint of a burning undertone. It seemed a little out of place for Kousuke's
character, and truly, even though the bottle showed obvious signs of use, the
scent of vanilla had never once been detectable on the redhead. So one had to
wonder what he used it for.

�� Eyes tilted
his head curiously at the other Blade Child, but didn't question it out loud as
he nodded his agreement to it. "I think this will do perfectly. You won't
have to retrieve anything else." Truth be told, he really liked the
combination of scents, the sweet contradiction. He was curious, but decided to
wait until later to ask. Tipping the bottle gently, he poured a little bit of
it into the palm of his other hand before offering it back to Kousuke. He felt
that it was about time that he returned some of the attention he'd been
getting. After one more heated gaze over the wiry, muscular frame, he leaned
forward to grasp Kousuke's length gently, pumping it up and down to spread the
oil, as well as contribute his own offerings of pleasure.

�� Kousuke's
back arched in a smooth movement, like flame over shadows. He let out a
growling moan at the feel of those slick hands on him, and it was all he could
do to put the bottle down properly instead of drop it and let it leak all over
the floor.

�� Eyes almost
chuckled at the shaky way Kousuke had to put down the bottle, also pleased with
himself for having such an effect. Sure, it was just a
simple touch, but he was the one doing it, and that's what seemed to matter the
most right now. "This was worth waiting for," he murmured almost
reverently, hand concentrating on its work, gaze concentrated on the reactions.

�� "Nah,"
Kousuke murmured, his voice having turned into a rough purr, "what comes
next will be worth waiting for." His eyes were practically molten, shining
so brightly in the reflected moonlight from the window, hot with hunger for the
other boy. He tried to hold still, to give Eyes free reign, but he couldn't
stop the tiny movements of his hips as he instinctively tried to get closer to
that expert touch.

�� Eyes seemed
to know exactly what Kousuke wanted, and he leaned forward even further, taking
a handful of red hair with his free hand, tugging the boy closer to him. Their
bodies almost pressed together in a line until the curve of their hips
intervened, leaving Eyes room to tighten his grip and continue stroking the
heated arousal. His lips set to work along Kousuke's jaw and throat,
alternating from kissing, to lapping, to biting, then
back again.

�� The redhead
whimpered and writhed, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure from just those
simple little ministrations. His head tilted back to bare the patterned skin of
his throat, and he gasped Eyes's name like a prayer.

�� Eyes
shivered and continued until he was sure Kousuke wouldn't be able to take much
more. And as his hand fell away, he made one last capture with his lips,
kissing the other Blade Child with every intention of stealing thought and
breath.

�� Kousuke
mewled softly at the loss of the touch, but was quickly distracted by that
all-consuming kiss. He moaned and gave Eyes the control, just for that moment,
clutching at the pale shoulders for support.

�� Eyes kissed
Kousuke as he'd never dared to kiss anyone before. It allowed him to have
control and power, and all the things that he desired so greatly. And when he
wasn't discouraged, wasn't pushed back for it, he held on until he also had no
breath. Pulling away, he panted softly and brushed a lock of hair that had
fallen to his reddened face. "Sorry..." he said quietly, smiling a
little sheepishly for having taken over.

�� "Mmm...I'm not complaining," Kousuke purred, his voice still in that sensual rumble as he reached out
to snatch that raised hand, pulling it to his mouth and nibbling lightly at those
elegant fingers.

�� Eyes didn't
hold back a soft moan of contented pleasure at that, liking the attention to
his hands. He often worked them quite hard at the keys; it was nice to have
them pampered every now and then.

�� Kousuke
continued in his exploration of those pale hands, much encouraged by the noises
his lover was making. He traced the fingers with his tongue, nibbled at his
palm, and kissed at the pulse point on his wrist. His own pleasure had long
since become secondary to pleasing Eyes, and he threw himself into that task
with the same fervor that he had for solving puzzles or protecting his little
family.

�� It was a
guilty pleasure, Eyes admitted to himself, letting Kousuke do the work and not
stopping him from focusing where he was. But he couldn't help it. So rarely
were his hands so wonderfully worshipped, not even the one who thought he knew
him inside out had understood this particular enjoyment. He soaked it up for
all that he could, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

�� The redhead
paused, just looking at the young man before him, and gave a particularly soft
little smile. "You really are incredible, you know that? How'd I get so
lucky?"

�� "Huh?"
Eyes answered intelligently, pulling himself down from
the cloud he'd been put on and blinking at Kousuke. "I don't
understand..."

�� The redhead
shrugged, nuzzling at the soft palms again before finally letting them go.
"You're beautiful, you're blindingly intelligent, you're powerful, and
you're secretly very caring. You could have anyone you wanted, including people
in leagues way above mine, but you chose me. I'm just marveling at my
luck. Sure, luck's a big part of a Blade Child's existence, but having you
pushes the limits into next Tuesday."

�� Eyes shook
his head, hands resting on his thighs. "It's not a matter of luck. I'm
powerful and intelligent only because I want so desperately to live. I never
meant to be caring, because I thought it meant that I would die. But I learned
that it takes a certain bit of kindness to earn the trust of other like minds.
As for the higher leagues, they don't understand as much as they think they do.
I'm far better taken care of here where you are...and where Rio
is. Don't question your worth to me...and never make it sound like luck when
you've earned anything I've given you a thousand times over."

�� Kousuke's
smile widened and he cocked his head to one side, considering the words before
answering. "Funny, I don't feel like I've done anything all that special.
And careful how much praise you give, or I fear my head will swell to the point
where I can't get out the door."

�� "I
don't have much farther to go then, do I?" Eyes teased with a tiny smile.
"And of course it doesn't feel like you were doing anything special.
That's the amazing part. So just take it for what it is, all right?"

�� Kousuke
stuck his tongue out at him, then gave a soft laugh. "Hai, hai. Now lay back. I want to do this right, and
that means preparing you." He reached over and picked up the bottle once
again. He may have been more than ready to go, but he was serious about doing
everything possible to avoid pain for the other boy.

�� Eyes
reached out and touched his hand. "It's all right." He almost hated
to admit it, but he would be all right without the preparation. He didn't want
to delay Kousuke, or himself, from their desires any longer than they had to.
"You don't have to..."

�� Kousuke
hesitated, brow furrowing slightly in concern. "You
sure?"

�� The
silver-haired boy nodded. "I promise."

�� Kousuke
nodded, putting the bottle back down and brushing a hand along Eyes's pale
face. "Okay, then. But you still need to lie back."

�� Eyes
nuzzled Kousuke's hand before easing back into the pillows, his hair splaying
out like a halo in the moonlight.

�� Kousuke
wondered, and not for the first time, what the heck Eyes was doing outside of
naughty women's' magazine centerfolds. Sometimes, he just seemed too beautiful
to be real. Pushing the thought aside, he settled between the musician's legs.
Taking gentle hold of his hips, the redhead began to push inside.

�� The
musician hissed a little at the first moment of penetration, but easily
adjusted to the invasion. As he'd fairly indicated, he was no virgin, but it
was hard not to feel that way with the careful way Kousuke treated him. Had it
been anyone else, he would have been upset at being treated like he was too
fragile. However, in this instance, he was content to be handled like glass, at
least for the moment.

�� To cover
the pain of penetration, Kousuke reached down and took hold of Eyes's length,
moving his hand fast and hard, giving rough touches that contrasted with the
gentle way he claimed him, moving forward slowly but not stopping.

�� Eyes cried
out at the sudden rush of pleasure that came from Kousuke's more insistent
caresses along his length, the contrasting sensations making him jump a little
and whimper in the back of his throat.

�� A throat that Kousuke was again finding irresistible. It was
taking all he had not to just pound into the hot sheath of Eyes's body, and he
let that tension go through leaning down and covering that ivory expanse with
little nips and stinging kisses. His hand never paused, even when he finally
got fully inside and forced himself to hold still, letting the other adjust to
the invasion.

�� Already,
Eyes's body was tightening around Kousuke's length, welcoming it within the
tight heat. Once more, the Englishman was panting his back and neck arching as
much as they could, leaving muscles tense under preciously smooth skin.
"...Kousuke..." he mewled in appreciation.

�� Kousuke's
response was a wordless little growl of pure need, his fangs digging a little
harder at the soft flesh of his throat. The crimson tail lashed, brushing
silken fur against the inside of Eyes's thighs, the redhead waiting for even
the slightest sign that Eyes was ready to begin.

�� The sign
came in the form of a gentle thrust of Eyes's hips. He gave his own little
growl, hands going to Kousuke's shoulders, nails digging in hard, but not
enough to break skin. Each lash of the tail made him shiver and clench around
the redhead's length.

�� Kousuke
began moving, slow at first, but quickly taking on a faster pace. His hands
wandered over every inch of skin they could reach; searching for sensitive
areas he could use to drive the other wild.

�� Eyes's
moans were encouraging, the musician barely able to hold back and not really
trying anymore. He arched his back and tightened even more to offer Kousuke as
much pleasure as he was getting. When the redhead's hands moved over his hips
on the quest to find sensitive locations, the other boy let out a yelp and
bucked his hips.

�� That got a
startled cry out of the redhead, and he couldn't help but thrust back hard, his
hands clutching reflexively at those narrow hips.

�� That was
what he wanted... the feeling, that he wasn't just a possession. Every movement
Kousuke did was for their mutual pleasure, not just his own, and that made all
the difference. This time, he screamed, throwing his head back, eyes closed.

�� Kousuke was
startled by the reaction, and almost froze. He would have, except that
he could feel Eyes's ecstasy through his empathy, and knew that he hadn't hurt
the other Blade Child. He shuddered, losing himself to the feel of Eyes's
pleasure as well as his own, and tried to reach out with his gift to envelop the
musician in it as well.

�� It was like
drowning, except that being smothered in something never felt like heaven
before. He threw his entire self and everything he was feeling into that warmth
of Kousuke's mind and strength. Their bodies seemed to be in tune with each
other, Eyes holding on as he rode Kousuke as much as he could from beneath him,
his cries unhindered by any of his precious control.

�� Kousuke bit
him, unable to resist any longer. He could feel it himself now, the slight
sting of broken skin followed by the wave of fire that raced through their
veins as he drank.

�� Eyes felt
like he was being hit with twice the sensation, screaming again as it overtook
him with all the force of a tidal wave or summer storm. He was so close now,
and he wrapped his legs around Kousuke's hips, dragging him in as deep as he
could go, tightening as much as he was able.

�� The redhead
cried out at the extra pressure, biting harder. He shifted his hips, continuing
to give Eyes what he was wordlessly begging for, and accidentally struck the
place that sent lightning through their entwined senses.

�� Eyes's
scream came out more choked this time as he shuddered and writhed, his nails
scraping down Kousuke's back without him really realizing it. He couldn't take
much more, his skin and senses on fire as if the redhead held and controlled
the flame all on his own.

�� Kousuke
pulled away from the bite, kissing the silver-haired vision with fierce
passion. What do you want, Eyes? he asked, and
while empathy had no words, the emotions gave voice to the question just as
well. Anything you want, I'll do. Anything at all...

�� You...!
The silver-haired boy's reply was also with his thoughts and emotions, not
really knowing how to make anything else more clear.
Forming coherent thoughts was almost impossible, so putting them to actual
words was even more so. Only you!

�� Kousuke
smiled into the kiss at Eyes's response, his hands leaving the other boy's
hips. He needed them free for something that suddenly seemed far more
important, and that was to wrap one arm around the musician's waist while the
other hand clasped onto Eyes's own. You have me. You will always have me.

�� A true
smile touched Eyes's face, for a moment drowning out all the sensation that had
built up between them. It was enough gratitude and relief he could express
without words, and his fingers twined with Kousuke's, squeezing gently. Then
you'll always have me.

�� Kousuke
pulled back just enough to admire that rare expression on Eyes's face. It was,
to his mind, the most incredible sight in the world, and as he had expected,
the word 'beautiful' just didn't cut it. He felt his heart swelling in his
chest with all the positive emotions around them, and sent a burst of love
towards the other, wrapping it around Eyes like a blanket.

�� A soft sigh
left the other's lips and he closed his eyes to drink in the feeling of being
so well taken care of. This was what he'd wanted to feel like. It made the
attempts at surviving this long that much more rewarding.

�� The warmth
of those emotions continued to hold him, even as Kousuke finally gave in to the
pressure of their physical needs and sped up the pace of his thrusts once more.
The cat spirit could feel how close both of them were, and while his body
screamed for release, he hoped to be able to hold it off long enough to watch
Eyes fall over that edge.

�� And the
result was well worth the wait, especially when Eyes screamed his name in a
desperate release. His face went slack with pleasure, body trembling and
pulsing around Kousuke's as his darkened gaze focused on the redhead for a few
intense moments. He spilled in a white-hot rush, panting breathlessly as it
shook him for several moments. Instinctively, he clenched tightly as he rode
the waves, hips rocking in abandon.

�� The sight
and feel of that straining body as it drowned in pleasure was more than enough
to send Kousuke into his own climax, letting out the other boy's name in a
primal yowl as everything but ecstasy and the blue fire of the other's gaze
faded out of existence. He thought he might have blacked out for a second,
because next thing he knew, he was slumped over the musician, panting for
breath and holding him so tightly that he was surprised that ribs weren't
cracking.

�� For a
moment, all Eyes had seen was a blinding light behind his closed lids. He
didn't know how long he lay there recovering, but he could feel Kousuke's tight
hold, and was surprised that he held on just as tight. Luckily enough, they
weren't hurting each other, yet both had seemed to need to hold on, clinging
desperately. "Kousuke....?" Eyes dared to whisper, only after the
roaring of his own blood calmed some.'

�� "Mmmm..." the redhead replied drowsily. Now that he was
calming down, he felt flat out exhausted and totally spent. The only things
keeping him from passing out cold were the belief that it was extremely crass
to just roll over and go to sleep, and that his shoulder hurt like hell. He'd
overused it, but it didn't seem to have started bleeding again, so he ignored
it in favor of assuring Eyes that his brains had not all turned to mush and
dribbled out his ears in the last five seconds. "That
was...incredible."

�� "Yes..."
Eyes had wanted to give some of the same sentiment, but the redhead had beaten
him to it. Incredible didn't seem to be the right word, but even as he tried to
think of one, he was beginning to think there might not be any word that summed
up what they'd just experienced. "You...are incredible."

�� "Right
back at'cha," Kousuke replied, lifting his head
to look at the musician with eyes that held both awe and joyous wonder.
"You smiled. I'd wondered what it would look like, to see you really
smile. It made this whole disgusting week worth surviving."

�� At that,
Eyes both laughed and blushed. "Surely there was more than just me that made
it worth surviving..." He couldn't believe that all that emotion Kousuke
seemed to be feeling was directly related to him. He couldn't think of an
instance where he'd ever brought that sort of contentment to anyone's life.

�� Kousuke
pretended to think about that. "Well, there was the sudden
discovery of Ayumu's Web, but...nah. He's disqualified for taking altogether
too much pleasure out of jamming those hard little knuckles into my shoulder.
So, it's all you."

�� Eyes
nuzzled his face into Kousuke's shoulder. "Thank you."

�� Kousuke
shook his head, nuzzling at the soft white hair. "I should really be the
one thanking you...for everything." He meant it, too. The thanks held a
lot of weight, being not only for the night, but for the acceptance of his
feelings, the trust given to let the redhead be in control, and even the simple
act of still believing in him once the programming had been revealed as the
fake it was. At the moment, a great deal of Kousuke's world revolved around
Eyes.

�� It was
unusual to have that kind of pull on someone. At best, he'd only experienced
such a thing from Kousuke's end of the spectrum, and from that point, it was a
little frightening. Seeing now that it could have so much of
a positive effect made it a little less scary and something to be appreciated.
Though it was strange to be so much the centre of someone's world, he was
willing to try out the role for both his and Kousuke's sakes.

�� "You're
welcome. I should also thank you for everything as well." By that, he
meant that no matter how much Kousuke professed to believing their fate
couldn't be changed, he still stayed by Eyes's side and in his own way had
faith in him.

�� Kousuke
grinned. "No prob. Someone's gotta keep your
pasty ass out of trouble. And I'm pretty good at dealing with trouble." He
yawned, and tried again to fight off sleep. He was a little reluctant to see
this moment end.

�� "It's
okay to sleep," Eyes murmured, stifling a yawn of his own. "I'm not
going to vanish before you wake up."

�� "Promise?"
the redhead asked. "I'm going to be very annoyed if you're not here in the
morning. And then I shall take my revenge by replacing all of your black
leather with pink taffeta."

�� "I
would have to kill you then," Eyes mock-threatened, curling up and hugging
Kousuke closer to him. "But I'll be here. I have a feeling we'll both be
sleeping in tomorrow."

�� Kousuke
snuggled close, nuzzling and purring like an affectionate kitten. "If
they're smart, everyone will be sleeping in tomorrow. I saw how flat
Ayumu looked."

�� Eyes actually
reached up and scritched Kousuke behind a furry ear.
"He's exhausted. I really think he could have done with an extra few days
of sleep, but we all wanted you out."

�� If he had
been any less spent, that one thing would have been enough to get him up for
another round. As it was, he shivered and gave a breathy little mew as he
leaned into the touch. "I don't blame him, but...mmm...at
the same time, I kinda wish you'd tied him to the bed
for longer..."

�� "I
really don't think he was ready for that." Eyes shifted to the other ear,
rubbing it gently. He laughed quietly. "As it was, I think we scared him
thoughtless. One hardly ever sees him at such a loss."

�� The
redheaded Blade Child had gone completely limp, flopped over Eyes and buzzing
up a storm. "He'll get used to it. He's adaptable. I'm just hoping he
actually thinks about what we told him instead of shoving it to the back of his
mind for however long. Because if he takes more than two months, I'll probably
lose all patience and just plant a big sloppy wet one on him."

�� "Wouldn't
be any worse than my copping a feel at the piano, now would it?" Eyes
shook his head, gently shifting them so that he could reach to pull the blanket
over them. They could worry about cleaning up in the morning. Right now, sleep
was most important.

�� If nothing
else, Kousuke's body agreed with that sentiment, because no matter how much the
redhead had fought it, he was still asleep by the time Eyes had finished with
the blankets, one hand tangled possessively in the long strands of Eyes's hair.

�� Eyes lay
awake for as long as he could after Kousuke had fallen asleep, content to hear
the sound of the other's relaxed breathing and more than happy with being in
the circle of his arms. In one very stark moment, he realized that this was
exactly the kind of life he wanted to live. He'd always said that Blade
Children had been denied true life...well this was true life, and Kousuke had
claimed to love him.� He had just found
one of the best reasons why he didn't want to be denied any longer. With
renewed resolve, the silver-haired boy let himself drift off to sleep.
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