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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: So sorry for not updating, but I�ve been debating with myself if I should keep going with this story. Although I know I will. If you want to know why, you could just scroll all the way down and read my thoughts there, because I just watched MOB again and realized there�s a lot of errors in this fic information-wise and all.
Thank you for all the reviews. So sorry for not updating soon enough and I also apologize for not writing back, but I'm a little tired.

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Takaya with his head resting against Naoe�s shoulder, looked up into the man�s hazy, purple eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as they continued to sway to the music.

�You think we could get out of here and away from crazy Haruie?�

Naoe, blinking down at him asked him how he knew Haruie was here.

�Because she and Chiaki are waving at us.�

Takaya, turning back to nuzzle his head in the folds of Naoe�s shirt and groan at all the unwanted attention he was still getting from the idiots upstairs, waited for a response from the man holding him.

Naoe took a deep breath.

He could always turn his back and ignore them like any respectable adult, but then he realized he wasn�t dealing with any respectable adult. He was dealing with Haruie Kakizaki, a woman notorious for her loudness and embarrassing tactics.

One could not ignore Haruie Kakizaki, because the woman was persistent, and it was just best to flee and leave with your insanity intact while you still had hope than chance facing Haruie. Because if she came down here and wanted details from him--like Naoe expected--he�d surely run in the other direction and drag Takaya with him.

Then there was another approach to this, one that he would have never taken-- well maybe ten years younger he would have done it and gladly, seeing as to how in his youth he had been something of a rebel, and the only way to get kicks when you were of such low maturity and high ego was to...piss people off. Pissing people off always signaled some kind of hand sign. It didn�t matter what time period you came from, it was basically the same thing.

And it would have been something else to see Haruie looking scandalized when he had flicked her off and told her to stop being immature and to stop trying to embarrass him. But he would never do that, as it went against every thing he stood for. Mainly his image that would be horrified beyond Lucifer�s gates if he�d show such disrespect to all the other people in the area, who would no doubt see him flicking off Haruie and smiling about it, because really he couldn�t not smile about it if he chose to stoop to Haruie�s level and flick the woman off.

Then there would be the consolation of poor Takaya as the boy realized that yes, he had a sense of humor and no, the apocalypse was not raining down on their heads. The boy obviously believing that he had never been a teenager, that he had somehow managed to skip puberty and reach manhood, and it might be perceived that way, since he had always been told by the people around him that he was very responsible for his age. That he was a hard worker and that he was polite and very gentlemanly-like, but those compliments had never been paid to him as a boy.

Quite the opposite: hoodlum, troublemaker, wise-ass and punk had been some of the choice words that he had been given at a young age. And looking back on that, it had been completely true. Of course, he had straightened out when the time came. When his father called on him for duty and finally, when he was given the esteemed privilege to be the vassal of Kagekatsu. He had been all too pleased to serve. The vestments of a warrior, he had worn them with the stern dignity of a veteran, and it would be years that he continued to wear his clothes as he did, cut his hair the way he did, keep himself proper for the ranks of the Uesugi army.

But the only time he had ever gone through the phase of unkempt hair was his early teenager years and�of course thirty years ago. Thirty years ago, he had let it grow out to his eyes, wore all the clothes of a commoner, and even followed protocol with not as much vigor as he had during his earlier years serving his army. He�d known, of course why that was. Mostly because he had still been so smitten by Lord Kagetora that appearances had come second and his Lord had come first. His apparent dislike for sloppiness had stemmed from this, the way he had viewed himself thirty years ago during Nobunaga�s uprising. Especially that one night, when he had stared into the mirror�s reflection to see himself, finished with Minako, his hair tussled, his clothes wrinkled. He�d looked haggard in the light and slovenly and not at all sane. It was ever since that night, when he had been reborn after that incident that he had stuck to wearing clothes that wouldn�t make him remember. He was thankful for his job�s strict wardrobe, and had stayed away from growing out his hair, because anything that made him remember that night, anything that could trigger that memory was unforgivable. Of course, he wore casual clothes, but he refrained from looking at himself in the mirror as much as possible, because it always led to the same strain of thought.

That this was the way he�d looked that night with Minako. That this was how his hair, and his body, and his eyes looked.

Takaya, shifting in his arms brought him back to awareness. It was sad that he had never shown Takaya that he could be something other than the Naoe that was too serious. He�d never really told the boy about his past, about his fond memories of his childhood, or of his rebellious teenage years. The only things he had focused on about the past were the bad things and that was bothering him now.

Maybe he should grow his hair out, like it use to be thirty years ago. He knew he shouldn�t make such a big deal out of it, not when Takaya had forgiven him and was now nuzzling and sighing against his chest.

Maybe he�d ask Takaya how he liked his hair now. He�d change it depending on Takaya�s answer, since he�d pretty much change his whole wardrobe if Takaya said anything.

Some things would never change.

�Hey Naoe, should we go or not? You thinkin� it over up there?�

Broken from his thoughts, Naoe suspected that �up there� more had something to do with his height than his brain.

�We should go.� Naoe with a firm hand on Takaya�s shoulder guided him in the direction of the exit. They walked out into the cool breeze of the night and Takaya, now at Naoe�s side secretly watched the older man as they made their way to his car. Naoe�s face, which expression wise hadn�t changed, even though he had confessed a shit load of things that would have made anybody uncomfortable was now coolly at his side like everything was normal. And in a strange way, it kind of was�for the moment. He knew Naoe loved him, not Kagetora. And Minako, it was bothering him a little that it was so easy to forget what Naoe had done to her.

Takaya, as he approached Naoe�s car smirked at the past couple of weeks and all the shit he had put himself--and Naoe--through. If he could have done this sooner he would have, because the feeling that followed Naoe�s confession�was�really�well awesome. Takaya flinched at himself, as he realized he was now the paradigm of his teenage years, because not only did he have a mean streak of angst, but also he had finally used the word awesome in a sentence. Miya would be proud.

Opening the door to the passenger side and waiting for Naoe to slide into the driver�s seat, Takaya watched as said man came in, his long legs stretching themselves out under the dashboard as he pulled his keys out and prepared to start up the car.

Takaya put his hand on Naoe�s arm.

�What�s wrong Takaya?�

With his mind made up from earlier and butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, Takaya Ougi swallowed his pride, which had been choking him successfully over the past few months and began to climb over the hand brake. Naoe gawked at Takaya as he started to settle on his lap and Takaya a little annoyed that Naoe was looking at him like that punched the man in the arm.

�Oi, stop looking at me like I�m the stupid one here.�

Naoe�s mouth closed.

Takaya, reaching over to the door clicked on the auto-lock.

�So tinted windows, right?� Takaya casually pointing his thumb at the window and shifting a little to get more comfortable in the lap he was straddling, flicked Naoe playfully on the forehead.

�This is fun.� He flicked Naoe again and the man finally catching on to what was going on here grabbed the hand that was hitting him on the forehead. He smiled up at Takaya as the boy continued to smirk down on him, smug mouth and molten, golden eyes continuing to challenge him. Naoe, lacing their fingers together and studying their linked hands for a moment tried to suppress the anticipatory and purely predatory smile from his features. He didn�t want to scare Takaya away, but neither was he going to try and hold himself back, because looking up at Takaya right now, he knew that it was impossible and insanely so.
He didn�t even try to restrain his hand as it roughly grabbed the back of Takaya�s neck, the boy looking a little surprised before he crushed their mouths together.
Takaya taken aback by the force of the initial meeting of lips was regretting his decision of not tying Naoe down first. Preferably with some rope, or if Naoe forced him too, how things were suddenly looking: Barbed wire. He really wanted Naoe down to his pacing and it would be hard to fight with Naoe, since the man was physically much stronger than him.

Takaya could feel Naoe suddenly stick his tongue down his throat, the large palm behind his neck keeping him from pulling away and trying to keep this kiss within his restrictions. Naoe leaned forward hungrily into the kiss, the other hand that had held onto Takaya�s hand, now wrapping itself around his mid-section to pull him further into Naoe�s lap and right on top of his prodding erection.
Damn, it didn�t take long.
Naoe, gasping in his mouth pulled on Takaya even harder, trying to get the boy closer even though doing so would somehow make them stop being separate entities. Naoe gave up with a groan, when Takaya crushed up against his chest couldn�t move any further. Naoe, choosing instead to move the arm that had encircled Takaya up, so he could put his hand on the back of Takaya�s soft head and push the boy�s mouth further against his in a delicious breath.
Takaya tried to breath through his nose, but even that wasn�t working, because it seemed like Naoe was directly sucking all the air from his lungs. Takaya felt a dizzying blush smear over his face, the lost oxygen making him feel light-headed and the sounds of his harsh breathing echoing through the car, as he shamefully hyperventilated in the mouth atop of him.
The last time Takaya could remember, only dorks hyperventilated. Big dorks, ones that told on him and he beat up for lunch money. This wasn�t right. He wasn�t a dork, so therefore he shouldn�t be hyperventilating. But the syllogism didn�t fit, because he was dorkishly hyperventilating and goddammit, if Naoe hadn�t just made him say dorkishly, because that sure as hell wasn�t a real word.
Naoe oblivious to his devastating effects on Takaya continued to slide his mouth over the boy, coaxing him into opening his mouth even wider as he proceeded to unmercifully suck on Takaya�s tongue with a fervor that he couldn�t contain.
The man really kissed like he loved, that too passionate, and too consuming energy that would probably obliterate him if it so chose to. He could distinctly feel and hear Naoe swallow, like he was drinking him down, the man, seeming like he couldn�t get enough as he suddenly and clumsily and roughly pushed forward and slammed Takaya against the steering wheel.

The horn went off.
And continued to go off, as Naoe didn�t seem to be concentrating on anything else but the boy in his lap. Takaya sure that he was going to go straight through the steering wheel and fearful for his life, pushed Naoe away.
�Holy shit, I thought I was gonna die.�
Naoe who didn�t look content with the intrusion grabbed Takaya by the nape again and Takaya about to object was completely quieted as Naoe began to thoroughly kiss him, the hard pressure of Naoe�s mouth on his too overwhelming and too perfect, the urge to breath being overridden by the urge to let this man continue on in his fiercely amorous and sincere touches.
Naoe didn�t seem to need air, because he had again latched on to his tongue and Takaya attempting to relax into the kiss, his harsh breathing not so pronounced, had to hold back a tremor from within as it wracked his body. Takaya squeezed Naoe�s hand, because the feeling in his chest, it was intense, too intense. Like he was about to burst into flames, his heart pounding, the blood in his head shifting and pulsing. Naoe nipped his bottom lip, pulling more firmly on the tongue in his mouth, forcing Takaya to fight back the whimpers gathering in his throat.
Naoe really didn�t need any more encouragement.
As one of Takaya�s hands was kept in Naoe�s custody, the other fisted the material of Naoe�s shirt, his knuckles pushing forward so to try and get Naoe at a reasonable distance.
Naoe wasn�t backing down, or if Takaya was being logical probably couldn�t since the man was incapable of containing his emotions.
Naoe with another push had him up against the steering wheel again. He could distinctively feel the plastic digging into his lower back, as the man bent him practically backwards over the thing.
It started to go off again.
Pushing harder against Naoe, he was finally able to put a hair�s breath between them.
Naoe grunted at him, a low groan as he tried to kiss Takaya again and the boy turned his head to the side. Naoe being just as stubborn as Takaya on a good day, tried it again and Takaya moved his head to the other side, smirking the entire time as Naoe tried to kiss him for a third time.
Naoe, looking at him, his eyes striking even in the dim light of the car smiled back at the teenager in his lap. He could always count on Takaya to be a tease, and a good, teasing, little bastard at that, since the boy still knew how much sway he possessed over him. Naoe, feeling his erection strain painfully against his pants and needing some comfort from the boy straddling him, pulled Takaya and rolled the boy firmly against his erection, as he buried his face under Takaya�s chin, shuddering and groaning at the sensation of his aching need being brushed up on.
Takaya blushed at the noises Naoe was making and circled his arms lovingly around the man�s broad shoulders. Naoe with another long shudder began to kiss Takaya�s throat. It was by far more gentle than the kisses to his mouth had been, and Takaya with a content sigh, relaxed into the arm around his back and the one behind his neck. Naoe, licking his throat and sucking on his Adam�s apple suddenly had Takaya jumping from the wet sensation of the man�s tongue on his skin.
The blush spread across his face and biting his bottom lip, Takaya swallowed his moans. There was no way. He wasn�t going to make a peep. He wasn�t going to call out. There was no way in hell he was going to-
�Naoe!�
Naoe with his lips fastened to Takaya�s pulse point began to nurse upon the spot with a fervor Takaya had equated with the instinct to survive. He relentlessly suckled and Takaya for the first time in his life surrendered without a moment�s hesitation. He went limp against the larger frame under him, his head lulling even further to the side to give Naoe even better access as Naoe, who was still going rather ravenously at his neck, bite down hard, the jolt sending Takaya into a boneless state of body, as he slumped helplessly on top of the older man.
Naoe, then licking the spot with apologetic softness and slipping a hand under Takaya�s chin, began to softly caress him, his fingers molding to the skin under Takaya�s throat. Naoe groaned, laying his head back against the headrest as he pulled the prone figure of Takaya flush against him and continued to roll the boy�s pliant hips over his member. He found his eyes relaxing close, even with the urgent need to watch Takaya. The way his body moved over him, carefully and slow like an arching cat, his voice shaky and needy.
�Naoe...�
Naoe, feeling the sound of his own name being called for vibrate through his tongue, as he continued to suck on Takaya�s Adam�s apple. The feeling of the firm ass passing over his erection and giving it relief for that one second, before the ache of having it taken away was unbearable tried to calm himself back into his seat.
�Naoe.�
Takaya, calling for him again, his name a deep, throaty purr from the boy above him wasn�t helping Naoe�s restraint. Especially when the boy was squirming around in his lap and biting earnestly at his bottom lip, the resplendent blush and sheen of sweat making all his fantasies meld into themselves as Takaya submitted willingly to him.
�Naoe.�
Takaya�s erection was poking him in the lower stomach and with another set of shuffling about and his hands now firmly holding Takaya by the hips; Naoe began to move the boy over his erection. His glassy, luminescent brown eyes, the ones that could look dark green in the sunshine and golden brown when the night was trapped in it were glazed over, his mouth falling open a little, as huffy breaths of encouragement came from it.
Arching up and into Naoe�s chest, Takaya grabbed onto the back of the seat, his fingernails digging into the vinyl as Naoe continued to move against the spot between his legs.
Takaya, straightening himself out and grinding in harder against the erection that he was sitting atop of. Feeling the hardened flesh strain the front of Naoe�s pants, as the man continued to shudder and clutch at his hipbone, Takaya pushed even harder into the feeling of Naoe�s sturdy body. Crying out as Naoe started thrusting upward, the barrier of clothing making it hurt in just the right place, Takaya continued to cry out as Naoe with his mouth began to nip at his earlobe. Naoe�s harsh breathing and grunting right up against his ear. Every hitch in the man�s breath, every incoherent word, all those wanting gasps, signaled that the man was trying to tell him something, but it was hard to focus with his imperative of wanting nothing more than to ride Naoe�s clothed length than make out breathless whispers.
It was over stimulation, too much, all at once and Takaya didn�t think he could take this. This was too intense, too much, too fast, too slow and he couldn�t keep one of his hands under control as it slipped from the now sweaty vinyl and hit against the window.
Hard.
�Fuck.�

His knuckles, connecting with the glass was still not enough to deter him as he continued to ride and fight each frisson of pleasure that labored his stomach and legs. Naoe sucking on his ear, his tongue finding the shell and soothingly licking at the spot until Takaya feeling like he was about to faint from the sheer exertion of everything, pulled himself up hard again on Naoe�s girth. The man in a burst of emotion too much to contain made an aggressive grab for the hand palm flat on the window and yanking it toward him, as Takaya continued to ride him brought it to his mouth, the gentle kisses laid there betraying the urgency of the situation. Takaya could feel a paroxysm, a convulsion wrack his entire body as the chaste kisses on the back of his hand gave way to Naoe nuzzling into his palm. Takaya passed over Naoe�s erection, over and over again, and Naoe with a look of complete awe and adoration watched Takaya continue to lose himself in this moment. Naoe advanced on the ear and breathing into it, he began to speak to the thrashing teenager in his lap.
�No one but me, I�m the only one.�
Takaya, breathing hard and trying to keep his eyes open, the strain in his voice apparent as it broke each time into a moan felt breath in his ear. Naoe with that voice that could stop the universe, sultry, and deep, and warm was demanding his attention.
�You�ll stay with me forever. You won�t leave me. You won�t abandon, and you won�t ignore me, because I won�t let you.�
This, this was it. This was the commanding presence of someone who had seen war, who had led troops, who had carried lives in his hands. Takaya had seen glimpses of it before, when they quarreled and Naoe would get indignant. Angered. Ferocious. It was his fighting spirit, the one that had made him continue to live on for four hundred years. Takaya remembered after every one of their fights, how he had gone home and dreamt about random battlefields. Something cloudy and bloody, and really it was such an adept metaphor to his relationship with the Possessor. It was a non-stop war, one that continued to rage out of control. Kagetora had probably--when he had been in his position decades ago-- thought his side was winning. And maybe it was for those years that he had kept Naoe under his thumb. But Naoe, the man had such an incredible instinct to survive, that ultimately, it was no surprise that he had gradually come out on top. Had been pushing, steadily like his kisses and the soft touches to his throat. Had been amassing his strength, his courage, kept all of it hidden away behind those solemn and sometimes sad looking, violet eyes. Naoe would unleash his strength on him sometimes, when he wasn�t expecting it, vehemently and accidentally but then he would rein it back, like a snarling beast. Draw back, take his strength back, build it up again, and Takaya realized that it probably had been for a day like this. A day exactly like this, because the outcome of their battle, their war was a complete sweep. A complete loss on his part. He�d lost, Kagetora with his revenge had lost, and Naoe had been the winner all along, silent and sad and trying with all his might.
And in a way, it was befitting that Naoe had won because Takaya knew that if he had come out the victor, he would have never been happy, true happiness would have escaped him and he wouldn�t have even noticed.
Rubbing himself harder into Naoe�s groin, Takaya could feel the tight coil in his chest and stomach shred itself apart at the closeness of his orgasm. Naoe was still sitting back, letting him do as he pleased, as he shifted fiercely. Release too close and just a little further away, tears of exertion stinging the corner of his eyes as he mounted up on Naoe again, the man whispering greedily into his ear.
�Don�t worry, I�ll catch you.�
In that moment Takaya came, the loud cry he had been holding back sliding out of his throat as he closed his eyes against the mind numbing vertigo that took hold of his vision. The slight height advantage over Naoe since he was seated in his lap, letting him rests his head atop Naoe�s soft, beige hair, so that he could try and catch his breath. He buried his face in his hair, trying to muffle the almost desperate and hoarse sounds as he came down from his release.
Takaya, feeling a satisfied tiredness melt into his bones sunk deeper into the man under him only to realize that Naoe was still hard under him, his loud breathing intimating how much pain he was in as his need tightened painfully under his pants. Takaya more than happy to oblige Naoe in anything he wanted, and not shy about it, dragged a hand to Naoe�s zipper. The man flinched from the unexpected action and as he looked up at Takaya who was staring down on him, could both hear and feel the zipper of his jeans purr open, he continued to watch Takaya�s beautiful stare. Takaya, wanting to give Naoe a taste of what he was in store for grazed his thumb over the clothed head of Naoe�s cock and the Possessor surprised at the wilting sensation pressed down hard on the accelerator. Takaya thanked the gods that the car hadn�t been running after they started going at it.
Slowly and carefully lowering his hand into Naoe�s pants as he opened it, Takaya placed a tender hold on Naoe�s girth as he wrapped his sweaty palm around the man and pulled him out of the confines of his pants. Naoe�s frame visibly tensed and Takaya could practically feel the man�s length throb in his hands as he carefully held him there.
Naoe, shuddering hard from the affection and warmth from the fingers delicately holding him almost came. He couldn�t really believe this was happening, that after all those years of strife and misery he was being gifted and blessed with the sight of Takaya straddling him and touching him right where he had desperately wanted him to and so tenderly, that it spoke volumes of a love that he had fought hard for.
Takaya, dragging his index finger along the underside of Naoe and finding a prominent vein began to massage into it using that lone and long finger, as the rest of his hand loosely began to move over his cock. Naoe�s long legs, which were under the dashboard couldn�t keep themselves from shaking as Takaya continued his slow exploration of his need. After a couple of long breaths and a frustrated groan, Takaya started to withdraw his finger. Knowing the man was already at his limits and to tease him any further would be cruel. Takaya, tightening his hold on Naoe gave him an appreciative squeeze before smirking down on the man.
Naoe�s knee jerked up and with the cramped space, he hit his knee against the underside of the dashboard. Takaya�s other hand, which had been behind the seat came down to pass over his knee, but Naoe still under all the heavy and suffocating pleasure of Takaya�s hand hadn�t even realized what he�d just done. He was solely concentrating on Takaya and the hand that was now his universe, his god.
Takaya, shaking his head at a man with a completely one-track mind laughed down at Naoe.
�How�d you want me to do this, mmhh?�
Naoe, nodding his head and just sighing complacently, the small, blissful smile on his face as he sunk back farther in his chair, made him look years younger, like Takaya was staring at a young man instead of the mature adult Naoe reflected himself off to be all the time. Naoe was just so...damn. Takaya, watching with excitement at the languor that replaced Naoe�s usual tenseness around him, a certain boyish charm pervading Naoe�s handsome face, trembled as those irresistibly dark eyes converged on him. Takaya without a second thought leaned forward, his fingers gliding softly over the heated flesh in his hand as he bent forward for a kiss.
Naoe�s mouth melded onto his as he slowly kissed the boy in his lap, open-mouthed and wet and breath taking and Takaya moaned in his mouth. Naoe, tasting all the things he had not paid attention to when he had kissed Takaya earlier--the need for that hot mouth more important--could now taste chewing gum. A lot of it, so much that he could probably say what brand it was. It hit Naoe why the young man would be chewing so much gum, when he tasted the underlying flavor behind all the gum. The cigarettes.
Cigarettes?
Had Takaya been smoking? Takaya didn�t smoke. Did he?
Naoe, rubbing his tongue on the roof of Takaya�s mouth could taste the bitter traces of nicotine. It kind of tasted like...his brand.
Why was Takaya smoking his brand of..oh.
Naoe, smiling into the kiss and trying to keep his amusement at that bit of information down-played let himself be drawn back completely in the slow, sensual drawl of Takaya�s mouth and tongue as they slipped in and out off his mouth.
It was warm and the hand still working his erection continued to gentle rub him. Takaya�s long fingers wrapped around his member were burning, almost scalding. He couldn�t get over how good this felt and the slow feel of the kiss, it was driving him crazy, the tentative lipping and smoothing hand over his cock.
This was heaven.
Takaya�s hand folding over him, the pace not any faster, but the hand firmer, squeezing him, the other hand moving to his shoulder began to knead the muscle there as he continued to stroke Naoe�s cock.
Takaya�s thumb suddenly brushed the slit of his member and Naoe losing track of how many times that hand moved on him shivered as Takaya--beautiful, beautiful Takaya-- continued to finger the slit with slowness. Takaya kept his thumb over the opening and moving around some pre-come pressed warmly onto the slit. Naoe felt saliva pool in the insides of his mouth at Takaya�s engrossed thumb, the air heavy and hot as Takaya continued to stroke him, the hand faster and firmer now, the thumb continually pressing into the slit with each hard rub.
Takaya, letting Naoe ease his tongue past his lips began to suck the muscle fully into his mouth and Naoe, thinking about Takaya�s mouth, how innocent it could be sometimes, thought about the cigarettes, the warm tongue, and the suction on his own tongue as it made him wonder what it would feel like with that mouth on his erection.
Takaya�s hand was pumping him hard now, his sweaty palm moving slickly over his cock as Takaya sucked harder on the tongue in his mouth. Naoe, letting Takaya take the initiative because just to sit here and have this pleasure all too himself, let the boy have his way for now ----until he could throw Takaya up against something solid and fuck his brains out-- to let Takaya explore, willingly touching him and engaging in this, not rejecting him but openly enjoying himself while all this was happening to him. It was the thing he�d waited for and he was going to sit back and enjoy it, bask in the feel of it, let his pride, which had been injured for years, let it soak in this blissful feeling. Takaya, continued to pump him, a current of pure ecstasy twisting inside his stomach as it pushed something down in the pit of his belly and he could feel come slowly dripping from his cock. The kiss hadn�t changed in intensity, it was still slow and mesmerizing and slippery and Naoe feeling his ego swell under that perfect hand, his cock twitching with the readiness and potency to come released into Takaya�s hand, as the boy milked him with a steady grasp. He kissed Takaya and the boy sighing in his mouth, like he had been the one to find release fondled Naoe�s limp member as the man came down from his high.
Naoe�s eyes, which had been closed throughout the whole experience, his breath finally catching up to him, relished in the feeling of Takaya�s beautiful hand as it continued to touch him tenderly.
He prayed to whatever god that was willing to listen for this moment to never end.
The kiss even to the end was quiet and beautiful, just tasting as the boy pulled away from his mouth, a smile tugging on his lips as he kissed Naoe right on the cheek.
�Naoe...can I spend the night with you?�
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A/N: More sex anyone? Jesus crap, and I plan to have more smut in the next chapter. Again sorry that this took so long to post, but I only started to write some days ago, and I haven�t had much time, what with my other fics and school, and more school. Anyway, I also really need some things cleared up for me. I was actually very reluctant to move on with this chapter, since I saw MOB again and then realized that I�d gotten some things wrong.
So these are my questions:
1) Does Takaya, after the mirror incident know all about Minako and Naoe�s past, because it sure as hell seemed like it when he was all floating around and popping up in mirrors, all ominpotent like?
2) What is Naoe�s hair color? I swear I looked at it and I didn�t know how to describe it? Somebody give me good adjectives.
3) Also in the movie, why did they have to change Naoe and Takaya�s eye color? I combined them in this chapter, green and brown and gold, maybe that wasn't such a good idea....
4) This question is for all of you, my readers. I don�t know if I should continue since I hate messing up on information, especially if question one is a yes on the whole, Takaya knew about Minako right after the mirror incident. I also messed up on that 400 and 30 years things. Opps! Since this is not too accurate to the show, should I make this story slight AU?
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