So Many Reasons Why
So Many Reasons Why 6
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So Many Reasons Why
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Tal and Thorn
The
moonlight was stifled and silence would have reigned over the whole room if not
for Kazutaka’s short barely registering breath and Asato’s rapidly growing
heart-pounding fear. Kazutaka’s skin
was eerie cold and covered in an unhealthy sheath of sweat as Asato gently
shook him.
At first, he had thought the
sudden unpleasant loss of attentive hands and sexy possessive voice was a part
of the game. Asato had tried to be
good, tried to show Kazutaka how sincere he was about wanting to obey.
patience found in teenagers, it was less than two minutes before he turned his
head and saw Kazu-Chan slumped against the footboard, eyes half shut.
He’d moved quickly and was now
holding the frail boy running fearful hands over him in a thought-blurred
attempt to warm him.
frantic adult shakes an unresponsive infant.
“You’ve got to answer me, Kazu-Chan, I’m so sorry.
rouse Kazutaka like a prince in a fairy tale.
cock got near him. Saki’s voice was
ringing loud and clear in his desperation.
Hell, if I even suggested he take from me what I’ve got in store for
you, his heart would stop. And most
important but said with much less frequency; Don’t fill your head with
thoughts of escape or whisking Kazutaka away.
Even if he wants you, would you risk his health for your desire?
No, he’d answered empathically.
But tonight, he’d led him to a den of veiled
innocence. He’d dressed to catch the
young man’s eye. He’d maybe even used
the manga as the excuse to test the waters and in the heat of passion he’d done
exactly what he’d swore to Kazutaka’s bastard of a brother he never would.
so you could see the night sky. “Let
him be okay… Let my curse not effect
him… and I’ll… I’ll take what I deserve
for being the monster I am…
I’ll... I’ll let Saki kill me…
caught and they’ll lock him away and Kazu-Chan will be safe from both the
devils that reside in this house.”
wrist, fear making his eyes flutter nearly all the way open.
unconsciousness. Where Asato’s hands
gripped his pale thin body dark patches like bruises were forming.
into long shallow breaths, murmurs of pain interrupting the pattern.
the rapidly darkening bruises moved his shaking hands down and forced himself
to be aware of how strong his grip was and how damaging it could be.
a soft grayish-purple patch. But the
discoloring began to move down Kazutaka’s arm, slowly creeping towards Asato’s
fingers. It stopped just under his hand
and began to turn black again.
could feel something pushing up against his palm from beneath Kazutaka’s
skin. Like a hundred tiny ripples, all
moving in different directions.
skin but were quickly brought right back.
Shame on me, backing away from him.
It’s just a muscle spasm or something.
Yeah, that’s it.
“Kazutaka! Wake up now.
something.”
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touches, straining against Kazutaka’s pale skin at every place where their
bodies met. Kazutaka stirred, one eye
opening just a slit. “B… bag.
The pushing became quite insistent where Kazutaka’s shoulder rested
against Asato’s chest, just below his heart.
The pulsing of whatever was causing the black color matched Asato’s
rapid heartbeat.
nervous circles. But why?
extent of the illness. He wanted to let
go of the boy but felt there was no crueler act he could commit right now.
Kazutaka, he reached with the other to find tag oag on the floor and root
around for the medicine.
what was going on but he recognized the feeling of the threads writhing
about. Usually it was over his skin,
trying to heal what Saki did to him.
But under the skin was not that different a feeling.
He wasn’t injured, was he? No,
he didn’t seem to be. Weak and very
tired, but not injured. He tried to
move so more of his body was against Asato.
The other boy was so warm, so soft.
He wanted that warmth, wanted to feel it all over his body, within him.
it.
twisted his head and bit down on Asato’s arm.
Hard but not hard enough to draw blood.
fragile vile as Kazutaka bit down.
“Damn, Kazu-Chan that--“ The vial violently crumbled in his other hand
and he swore as he pulled up a bloody hand still clutching several shards.
body suddenly as he turned his head to look at Asato’s wounded hand.
effort to restrain his first impulse—to lunge at Asato’s hand and suck on the
cuts. Kazutaka felt the threads
tickling the back of his throat, trying to escape his body the only way they
could find. He began to cough
violently, and fought to restrain them.
know. Okay
Kazu-Chan,” Asato nervously used his uninjured hand to try to position Kazutaka
away from him against the headboard so he wouldn’t fall when coughing, but it
was impossible to do from here one handed so he put the other hand on Kazuaka’s
body, apologizing. “I know it’s gross
I doI don’t think any of the glass left can cut you and I don’t know what else
to do.”
the black threads swirled out of the small cut to draw in the smear of blood
Asato left on Kazutaka’s arm. The cut
stitched itself shut in no time, the threads sinking back into Kazutaka’s skin
once they’d sucked up all the blood and finished healing the boy.
stronger now that the threads had tasted it.
They began another assault on the boy’s throat, sending Kazutaka into
another coughing fit before he could be appalled that Asato had seen the
threads wha what they’d done.
to… What was that?
I... I’ve never seen anything
like…” He passed his unbloodied hand
over the place where the cut had been.
“Do you need blood? That’s why you’re
so much paler. How much cause I might
be able to knock a bird or something out of the tree over by the balcony…
archery set but I can try.”
wide. Blood?
couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner. His body didn’t have enough blood so of course it needed
more.
weird quirks.” Asato rummaged around like
a madman quickly finding an arrow just not the bow, as he explained.
why. Like this, it will be good as new
in a few hours. Hurts like hell now,
though. That’s why…where is that thing…I
survived the crash. I recovered at an
inhuman rate.”
Asato back to the bed as the threads were nearly choking him, making speech
nearly impossible. He didn’t think he
could wait for Asato to try to kill some poor little sparrow or rabbit.
completely soon, if he didn’t do something about them.
Kazutaka seized his wrist and drew the injured hand to his mouth.
Kazutaka let the threads surge forward.
but Kazutaka’s grip was stronger than he’d have guessed.
wire…hungry sharp wire. “Hey, you’re not
going to get much from that couple of cuts,” he was grimacing in pain as he
bargained. “I’ll bring you a whole
something... wait, there’s got to be raw roast or something in the kitchen, you
just have a sip or two and then I’ll go get it.”
found he was able to will them away.
They seemed to be past the desperation but he could still feel their
hunger. He pulled away from Asato’s
wrist. “I am not one of those demons
from your manga. You cannot expect me
to eat raw meat!!”
for wear hand protectively. “Like my
blood isn’t raw. I’ve haven’t exactly
been cooked at a high temperature before being served!”
sounded like, “but it’s sweet and warm.”
He looked away from Asato and used the back of his hand to wipe away the
line of blood from his chin. “I’ll just
go get some more medicine from grandfather, and… And then I’ll go back to my room. I’m sorry.” He slid
slowly towards the opposite side of the bed, looking around for his clothes.
enough to drive out the feelings Asato had just truly acknowledged.
know…to be with you. Even after you let
me see your…ah…dass.”ss.” Asato grabbed
Kazutaka’s shoulder and rolled him back to face him. A fearless kiss found the frightened embarrassed boy’s mouth.
always…but I can’t … we can’t do something that would destroy your health
almost immediately.”
Asato’s chest. “I know.
He whispered, eyes closing tightly to keep the tears from falling.
everything.
break. He’s too fragile, like a little
porcelain doll.” He was barely
restraining his sobs and his strained voice showed it.
else. Not even love…”
face to look up at him. “It’s
okay. I know.”
was, to anyone bothering to listen. How
many deaths had he attracted to those he cared about even a little.
passionate boy was asking him to steal his sadness…his loneliness.
prison of caution and isolation. A baby
bird fresh from the nest would do better in a flock of sharp-taloned predators
than sickly Kazutaka would loving him.
“I can’t be the one that could and turned away…and I can’t stand by and
bring about your death.” Asato’s voice
fell to its quietest level. “Does the
blood make you stronger even if it’s only for a short time?”
his body shivering with cold. “It’s the
threads… The sickness.
makes me feel better. Makes the
sickness go quiet for a while.”
as possible. “They were hungry.
it really felt they seemed more quieted, like they were pleasantly enjoying
a…” Asato searched for the right comparison.
nt ant and kind of syrup.”
world isn’t it?” Kazutaka asked, a soft
smile escaping his melancholy. “I guess
though that I do feel a little better.
Not quite so scary weak.” He
paused then said in a voice a shade from an order. “Give me your hand again.”
expectation, Asato knew he was about to really give up everything and anything
he had to Kazutaka. At least the
bleeding and God help him, even the pain would be his choice this time.
pass across Kazutaka’s lips.
Kazutaka’s lips. The pale boy turned
it, eyes searching for a still open cut.
He found one just under the pad at the base of Asato’s thumb, in the
hollow where his palm folded. A
questing tongue brushed over it. A
couple threads darted across Kazutaka’s tongue, tickling as they sucked up the
blood. Bolder then, his lips caressed
skinskin around the cut as his tongue danced over it. Sucking just a little to draw out more blood, Kazutaka felt the
threads transferring the warmth and nourishment to his body.
milk.
those threads weren’t getting any less hungry, and two he was going a bit fuzzy
down around his wrist, Asato called his resolve to the front of his mind.
Trust he’ll know when to stop.
Trust. He’ll know when he needs
more. Never doubt him.
warmth up and down Kazutaka’s soft chest, and daring to draw his hunger
elsewhere he slid it close to the shaft of Kazutaka’s cock but didn’t actually
touch it.
sighed as he used his hands to draw Asato’s face down for a kiss.
it could, hungry for the flesh now that it had taken its fill of the blood.
anxiety and truly be exactly what he wanted, his hand now a jumble of teasing
fingers lightly testing the bouncy soft layer of skin above the hardening
muscle.
massaged up and down Asato’s back, skimming down lower and lower every time
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Kazutaka trailed kisses over Asato’s neck and shoulder as he propped
himself up on one elbow. His other hand
worked its way down, to rest with just the slightest pressure over Asato’s hot
opening. “Let me give you something in
return for what you’ve given me,” Kazutaka whispered in Asato’s ear, his voice
a purr that a boy his age should not be able to make.
fantasies, countless hours to imagine what this would be like, Asato could have
come up with something, anything better to say than the breathed prayer of
“please” that escaped his lips or the less than subtle movements his hips were
making.
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Kazutaka’s hands rolling Asato onto his stomach. He paused, though. "> A
problem had occurred to Kazutaka. He didn’t
really want to hurt Asato, but if he just took him, he’d tear his soft
flesh. Kazutaka knew from experience
how much that could hurt. He closed his
eyes in momentary thought.
“Wait here, Asato,” Kazutaka ordered gently.
in his bag, but it’ll work.
emotions were trapped between a lessening fear of what was to come, his
experience with waiting while someone found whatever object or thing they’d
forgotten to take out before sex was not good, and a growing dizzying
excitement he could not possibly put into words. His hands began to idly slide up and down the folds created from
all their movements in the sheets. But
he knew they would soon start reaching for something else entirely.
well. Well, it might bring out more of
the scary purr in Kazutaka’s voice.
bed. “Don’t move for a second,” he
spoke softly as he knelt behind Asato.
“And don’t look.”es"> Kazutaka’s
fingers parted Asato’s ass, and one tested his opening before sliding in,
coated in a cold, gooey something. Then
a second finger also covered in goo. As
they worked in and out, the goo melted a little, becoming slippery.
quicklplacplaced them with his cock.
After a moment’s hesitation, he pushed into Asato.
Kazutaka’s thrusts, Asato, in compldefidefiance of the ‘don’t question me’
rule, turned his head and asked, sounding a bit affronted.
promise,” Kazutaka said, smiling just a little. He considered whether or not to tell Asato for a long
minute. He finally decided to let him
know. Leaning forward, pressing his
cock deep into his lover, Kazutaka used his clean hand to pull Asato’s mouth
open, and shoved the two gooey fingers into his mouth.
the too sweet sugary icing sliding down Asato’s throat.
rolls I brought for your breakfast.”
get as much of the frosting off of the two fingers as possible.
afraid Asato was going to start chewing on them. “You like that, huh?”
Kazutaka licked up a little bit that was resting on his knuckle.
down at Asato. “More?”
gushed. “Oh yes… more… definitely
please.”
the pillows against the headboard. He
lay out, half-propped up by the pillows.
“Come here,” he crooked a finger at Asato. “And I’ll tell you how to get more:p><:p>
body and set his head close to Kazutaka’s mouth. He darted out his tongue tickling the base of Kazutaka’s jaw
before trying to steal a kiss and be rewarded by the sweet taste of icing mixed
with his lover’s mouth.
moment before drawing away, to whisper in Asato’s ear.
cock. Guess someone’s going to have to
lick it off.”
dabbed a finger over his lover’s cock like stealing forbidden icing from a cake
you aren’t supposed to touch. This he
put in his mouth and proceeded to molest the confection-covered finger.
said; “But Kazu-Chan, I’m a good boy and I know you aren’t suppose to have
dessert before dinner so I guess you’ll have to wait.”
Asato. “But Daddy isn’t here to know,”
he tempted. “And I won’t tell.”
innocence. “I’ll know.”
considered it in his mouth. “Nope, it’s
really tempting but I’ve decided to try really hard to listen and be good.
but not hard. “Don’t be a tease,”
Kazutaka advised.
down the length of Kazutaka’s body made as if to starttingting the icing but
instead traced his finger in the icing brought it quickly to and pushed it inside
Kazutaka’s mouth. “See there you
go. I always share my sweets with you,
Kazu-Chan. I’m not a tease.”
Asato’s hair and used it as leverage to push him down towards his cock.
more than eager for his ‘dessert’ quite happily submitted and began to trace
the gooey sweet lines of icing on Kazutaka’s cock. Kazutaka moaned, and reached for Asato’s shoulder.
maneuvering him, he soon had Asato perched over him. Kazutaka leaned up, supported by the pillows and used his tongue
to trace the line of icing from Asato’s opening to the underside of his balls.
shameless adoration of Kazutaka’s candied cock, Asato moved to encourage
Kazutaka’s attentions by both pushing his ass back as far as he could and
taking the whole of Kazutaka’s cock in his mouth and alternating between
suckling and rubbing his tongue over any place he could reach.
much more rich and even better than icing.