Moth to the Flame

Disclaimer:
I wish I owned Akito and Ayame. They would be my slaves...and then Ayame would make me pretty clothes...>>; But I don\'t, so no pretty clothes for me. >>;;

-Chapter 6-

Akito leaned down and gently placed his lips over those of the silver-haired boy. He lingered there for a moment and pulled away, touching one of his fingers to his own lips. The kiss had sent a pleasant chill down his spine...was this what kisses were supposed to feel like? He stood up and allowed his robe to slip from his shoulders and down onto the floor. He crawled onto the bed, swinging one of his legs over the body of the sleeping male and straddled him. The tip of his already hard member brushed against the smooth skin of Ayame\'s belly, eliciting a light sigh from his delicate mouth.

He leaned down and softly pressed his lips against the snake\'s collar bone, relishing the feeling of his hardness pressing against Ayame\'s stomach. The silver-haired boy stirred beneath him, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of Akito laying on top of him. He tried to move his arms down to move himself away from the naked boy on top of him. When his arms didn\'t move, he glanced up at his bruised wrists only to find them constrained by strips of fabric from his own clothing. He squirmed as he felt Akito\'s hot breath against his skin, allowing a small moan to escape his lips. He involuntarily thrust his hips against the smaller boy, grinding against him. Akito moaned, his mouth still pressed to Ayame\'s skin. He ground his own hips against those of the older Souma.

Ayame let out a slight moan, feeling his own member hardening and standing erect. He shivered with pleasure as he felt it press against the curve of Akito\'s backside. Akito felt chills slide down his spine as Ayame\'s arousal pushed lightly against him. If he hadn\'t been so determined to take the snake, he would have let himself be taken. He pulled his lips away from Ayame\'s neck and sat upright, still straddling the other boy\'s pale stomach. He pushed himself up to his knees and moved up onto Ayame\'s chest, his erection staring the fair-haired boy directly in the face. Ayame stared at it for a second before Akito thrust himself past those delicate lips and into the warmth of his partners mouth.

Ayame\'s eyes widened as he choked slightly at the sudden movement. He swept his tongue across the head of Akito\'s cock, then sucked at it lightly. Akito moaned, pushing himself in and out of the snake\'s mouth. Ayame sucked at it with a ravenous passion; desperately wanting to keep Akito satisfied. He gagged again as Akito pushed himself completely into the back of this throat roughly. Despite his sudden urge to push Akito away, Ayame continued to suck on Akito feverishly. His own erection begging for attention, and he squirmed underneath Akito hoping for some attention himself.

Akito suddenly pulled out of Ayame\'s mouth and rolled to the side of the taller boy, once again planting rough kisses again the neck of the snake. Multiple moans fell from Ayame\'s lips as Akito began kissing his way down Ayame\'s body, pausing only for a second to lick the tip of the snake\'s member. He moved his body back down between Ayame\'s legs, lifting his hips and centering his erection over the snake\'s tight asshole. Ayame stared down at him, suddenly very nervous and perhaps even scared. He had never done anything like this before. Of course he had been with his share of women, but that certainly was very different than having someone inside of -him-. Ayame\'s thoughts were cut off as he gasped in pain; Akito had shoved the head of his erection into him, not even bothering to try and make it pleasant for the snake. Ayame bit down on his lip, tears welling in his eyes as Akito forced himself completely into his virgin hole. Akito smirked sickeningly and stared down at Ayame as he began to pump rythmically in and out of the snake.

“What\'s the matter, Ayame-san...? Wasn\'t this what you wanted?” He pulled nearly all of the way out of Ayame, then thrust himself back in roughly. Ayame groaned, partially from the pain and partially out of pleasure. He felt like he was being ripped apart, but he didn\'t want it to end. Akito continued to pump roughly in and out of the snake, occassionally letting out a moan himself. The feeling of being inside Ayame was almost too much to bear, it was an incredible feeling that he had never encountered before.

“Akito-san...” Ayame began, but was suddenly cut off by a forceful slap to his face. Akito stared down at him darkly as he quickened his pace. He felt so powerful, and he wasn\'t about to let the snake take that power away from him. He had to establish that he was the superior of the situation.

“You will refer to me as Akito-sama...” He demanded with a dark smile on his face. He began to thrust himself harder and deeper into the snake, feeling himself nearing his climax. He glanced down at Ayame, whose face was now streaked with tears. He relished in the pathetic look of the snake, perhaps he would be able to break him after all. He would have a pet...Ayame would be his little slut. Akito thrust himself into the older boy gleefully, feeling himself finally cum inside of the snake. He felt a warm wave pass through his body as he spasmed and release his seed into Ayame\'s tight hole. He pulled out slowly, crawling towards the head of the bed, collapsing next to Ayame. He stared at his conquest, and leaned in towards Ayame\'s ear.

“You belong to me now, don\'t you...?” Akito whispered as he pinched at one of Ayame\'s nipples. Ayame let out a pained groan and finally let out a sob, Akito frowned and dug one of his fingernails into the already swollen skin around Ayame\'s nipple. ”Answer me, you little slut...you\'re mine, aren\'t you...?”

At this point Ayame was ready to say anything to get Akito away from him. At the beginning he had wanted this to happen, but now that it was over he was ashamed of himself. He hurt everywhere, both mentally and physically. If only Tori-san had been here...this wouldn\'t have happened. He nodded in response to Akito solemnly, still sobbing. Akito smirked and removed his nail from Ayame\'s skin, blood welling up into the now empty indenture on his pale chest. He sat up on the edge of the bed, leaning down to pick up his robe from the floor. He turned his head to look at Ayame for a moment and smiled.

“That\'s a good little slut...” Akito said, his smile almost looking genuine for a moment. He stood and placed his robe over his shoulders, turning to face Ayame. ”Now if you promise to be good and not run away, I\'ll untie you. Are you going to be good, or am I going to have to leave you that way?”

“I\'ll stay here, Akito-sama...” Ayame replied softly. It wasn\'t like there was anywhere that he could go in this condition. Akito reached over, releasing both of Ayame\'s arms from their constraints. Ayame let his arms fall limply to his sides and stared blankly forward. He felt empty...he just wanted to sleep...He sat completely still as Akito leaned down in towards his ear.

“I\'ll see you in the morning, my pet...” Akito whispered. His voice sent chills down Ayame\'s spine, causing him to suddenly have the urge to vomit. He felt sick as he watched Akito slowly shuffle out of the room and slide the door shut behind him. Once he was alone, Ayame collapsed onto his side, tears streaming down his face once again. He hugged his sore arms against his chest coughing and sobbing for an hour before he finally cried himself to sleep.