Moth to the Flame

-Another Disclaimer-

I don\'t own them. I wish I did, though. Ayame and Akito would still be my personal toys...and I would make them play together all the time...>>

~Shuen

-Chapter 5-

Akito sat by his window staring out into the darkness. The snow had finally begun to fall and had already formed a thin film over the grounds. He still couldn\'t get the snake\'s voice out of his head...he had spoken so softly when the family head had dismissed him. Akito frowned to himself. Why had he stopped anyway and dismissed the boy so suddenly? He could have had his way with the snake and then thrown him away for good, but he hadn\'t. It wasn\'t because Ayame came too soon...no...he had liked that. He could still taste him in his mouth, that precious seed that had flowed from Ayame\'s body. He had been in such a submissive position, yet he had held the snake in his hand. He had felt so powerful with the snake beneath him. But it hadn\'t been enough of a challenge for him. Akito had thrown heart-breaking information at him, and then Ayame had turned around and been so receptive to his actions. Of course he hadn\'t been in the beginning, but once Akito had pushed him down Ayame had practically been begging for it...slut. That\'s all the snake was, a slut and nothing more. He was worthless to Akito...

If he was so worthless, then why wouldn\'t that voice leave Akito\'s head? That voice that was so sincere and full of pain...so deliciously submissive. That quiet voice that no one else had ever heard before; it belonged only to him. Akito stood from his seat at the window and faced the door. He would go to him and take him. He would have the snake once and get it out of his system. He was sure that the snake would prove to be boring, and that would be the end of his little game. Unless, of course, he could completely break Ayame and keep that precious voice for himself. Yes...that was the voice that truly belonged to that beautiful body...

He slid open his bedroom door slowly and slunk to the room across the hall. He paused in front of the door and listened for a moment. He heard nothing and silently pushed the door aside, guiding his eyes to the bed. Ayame lay there sprawled beneath the bedcovers, his hair fanned out beneath his head. Akito stared down at the sleeping man, admiring the pale skin of the slender arm that was resting on top of the blankets. He jumped slightly as Ayame turned to his side, exposing a small portion of his back. Akito just wanted to reach out and touch him...

He quietly made his way to the side of the bed, staring down at Ayame\'s face. Even in the dark he seemed to glow, and it made the marks that had been left on the snakes neck all the more visible. Akito frowned. He hadn\'t realized that he had left so many...his hand unconciously slid down towards Ayame\'s neck, his cold fingers tracing the marks on the warm, pale flesh of the sleeping boy. The snake jerked lightly in his sleep as Akito ran his fingers over him, causing a smile to spread across Akito\'s face. It seemed that Ayame had fallen into a deep sleep, perhaps that meant that Akito could do anything that he wanted until the snake chose to wake.

He knelt down and trailed his fingers along the nipple that he had bitten. The marks were deep purple and the clear imprint of his teeth stared up at him. He leaned forward kissing the nipple lightly, not wanting to hurt him this time. A strange feeling swept through his body...perhaps it was regret for what he had done earlier. He stood again frowning. He didn\'t really intend to hurt the snake again, but what if Ayame woke up and wasn\'t so receptive to his advances this time? He would need a way to keep him there, wouldn\'t he? Akito glanced around the room, there wasn\'t a lock on the door, so he couldn\'t simply just lock him in. Then he spied the wrecked pile of clothing that Ayame had left on the floor. He shuffled over to the pathetic looking pile and picked up the red garment from the floor. He smiled to himself as he glanced over towards Ayame and ripped a few strips of fabric away. He could just tie Ayame there, and there wouldn\'t be a chance of the beautiful male escaping. That is, not if he tied it right...

Akito sauntered back towards the bed where Ayame lay, smiling to himself. He lightly pushed Ayame down onto his back, lifting one of the slender arms towards the headboard of the bed. He lightly tied the snakes wrist with the strips of fabric and did the same for the other arm. Akito stood back, admiring how helpless the older boy looked. The strips had been tied loose enough for Ayame to move around, but in such a way that he could not escape. He pulled the blanket and sheets down, revealing Ayame\'s pure, white nakedness to his eyes. Perhaps it was time to wake up the snake...