Bump in the Night

A dark shadow loomed over his dreams. It was a shadow he knew well, one that tormented him and eased his pain all at once. He had heard the phrase exquisite torture, but hadn’t really comprehended its meaning before.
Before those dreams.
He wasn’t usually a poetic kind of guy. But those dreams prodded his dark side, fondled it, and caressed it until it broke free of its carefully placed restraints.
Oh, but she was worth it. The unconscious need for secrecy seemed to propel his arousal to greater heights. How could he face her, tease her as he did in wakefulness when in his dreams she became his outlet for his more primitive needs? The deep, animalistic part of him had only recently begun to spill over into his conscious mind until he no longer held a firm grip on what was real and what was imaginary.
Had he imagined that knowing glance she had cast his way two nights before when they passed each other in the hall? Had he imagined that the soft licking of her lips after devouring a juicy apple was directed unabashedly toward him?
God! How could she not know her effect on him? How could she still stumble awkwardly through social interactions, never knowing her own sweet, darkly seductive nature? He wanted to tumble down with her into the well. He would never want to come out again if he could keep her soft, warm body wrapped around his forever.
He could never tell her, of course. He could never let her know she had gained the upper hand long ago. To give her the slightest hint that she had so weakened him was—unthinkable! If only he could be the one to unleash that inner succubus within her. Was she completely ignorant of it, even though it breathed and writhed inside her? Or did she merely keep it in check, waiting for just the right moment?
He fantasized about both situations and how he could accommodate either one. First she was a knowledgeable enchantress, playing him like an instrument. Her expert hands would caress, beguile, coax.
Next, she was a nervous innocent, putty in his hands and compliant under his ministrations. He wanted her either way. Underneath him, above him, as long as he could run his hands all over her searing flesh and feel the slick warmth of her burying him so deep…
Even in her loose, ill-fitting clothing he could imagine her nudity. Just as he’d seen her that night in the bath. He burned with shame when he thought of what he’d done afterward. He had barely known her. He had gone outside, into the garden. He’d grasped his hard, throbbing cock and fiercely pumped it as he thought of her inky black hair, her firm, young tits, and the dark thatch of hair that rested between her thighs. He’d imagined what her pussy would look like, the pink fleshy petals opening to reveal a wet, impossibly narrow tunnel into—
Heaven? Hell?
The worst part of it was she didn’t seem to know. She seemed so ignorant of her influence, his burning need for her. Kyohei trembled to think of her, wanted all of it to stop. He wanted her out so he could get some fucking sleep!

**
But blissful, innocent sleep was not to come. Sunako tossed and turned under her covers. She felt almost—itchy. All over! Hot pinpricks covered her body from head to toe and she felt a thick heaviness between her legs.
Goddamn him! He must be doing this to her on purpose!
But how could he? How could he enter her dreams every night, invade her brain while she was awake? Ever since that damn kiss—
How had he penetrated her dark shell so perfectly, so cleanly? Instead of ripping it away, he had poked a tiny hole and she could do nothing to mend it.
Her nipples rubbed against the sheets that covered her. She had taken off her clothing long ago, the cloying heat too much. She brought her hand up to glide her fingers around the bumpy areola. She closed her eyes, welcoming complete darkness over the annoyingly bright light.

**

Kyohei could find scarce relief. His cock twitched under the covers. The thought of relieving himself again, the shame of sneaking downstairs to put his soiled sheets into the washing machine was too much. But he felt so restless, and he could think of no other way to still this aching need…
Walk it off! he thought to himself. He couldn’t let her have so much control over him forever, could he? He had to think of a way to lessen this awful desperation.
He jumped out of bed, paced the floor, turned on the light, sat down a moment, stood up, and paced some more. He chewed his lip. He bit his nails, a habit he had abandoned a long time ago. Kyohei needed something to do with his hands. Something besides the obvious.
He pulled on a pair of light pajama pants and an old T-shirt. He quietly unlatched his door and stepped softly into the hallway. He couldn’t let anyone see him, not with the evidence of his arousal straining against the thin fabric of his pants.
His room was only two doors away from hers. He flushed at the thought. He’d have to walk past her door in order to get to the stairway. For some reason, that made his heart beat faster and his fingers twitch.
A sound. Had he really heard it? He listened carefully for a moment but there was only silence. Just as he was about to dismiss it, it came again.
Yes. He had definitely heard something. A whimper. Was there a puppy lost outside the house?
Again, he heard it. But it was too close. This time it had sounded more like a moan and it had been a bit louder. Kind of like a woman in a dirty movie. Kyohei blushed. Ranmaru had probably snuck in one of his girlfriends again.
But it hadn’t come from that side of the hallway. It had come from the room closest to the stairs.
Her room.
Sunako.
It couldn’t be. Could it? She couldn’t possibly—
Suddenly, a blinding rage coursed through him and all he could see was the color red. All this time, he had been going mad with desire for her, with an aching need to thrust himself into her and she was fucking someone else? Right under the same roof? Under his goddamn nose?!
He knew her social awkwardness had to be a ruse! He knew deep down she was a little whore, something in her eyes always promised there was something there. Something more.
He wasn’t a fool. Hell if he’d let her make him look like one!
His body took over where his rational thought had left him. He turned the knob to her door, thrust it open. His eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly, and his breathing became less ragged, more even.
Moonlight spilled in from the large French windows, through a crack between the heavy, dark drapes. He followed the narrow thatch of light to the bed, where it spread and illuminated the shocked form of a girl. She sat up, clutching the covers to her chest, an “O” of surprise shaping her mouth.
Her hair was tousled, her pale shoulders bare and her eyes as wide as saucers.
Kyohei whipped his head around, searching. But he knew from the squirming knot in his stomach that he had been wrong. That there was no one and he’d just made a complete ass of himself in front of the woman he—
Suddenly a great splash of blood burst forth from her nose, running down her chin and neck. Dripping down her chest and onto the dark sheets she clutched tightly.
Kyohei gazed in wonder. He had seen her do it so many times, at the slightest provocation, but…
He’d never seen the crimson warmth against her bare, pale skin. The contrast was beautiful. It was like art, poetry, music, all in one! His breath came in great gasps and he stood there, unmoving.
“I—get out! Out, out, out!” she cried, more out of embarrassment than any real desire to see him leave. Hadn’t she just been aching for him moments ago?
Her outburst seemed to shake him from his trance. He blinked a few times.
“Shut up! You’ll wake everyone up!” he whispered fiercely as he shut the door behind him. He had shut the door behind him.
Sunako felt another nosebleed coming on.
Kyohei did not move, however. He stood there, still as a statue and staring. Sunako shifted uncomfortably. What the hell was he doing?
Kyohei was taking in the scene, using every sense he had. The smell in the room was intoxicating, familiar. He couldn’t quite place it, but deep down he knew what it was and his body responded to it. The air was warm and heavy. Humid. He could hear Sunako breathing heavily across the room, her chest moving up and down rapidly. His mouth watered and he had to swallow several times. His tongue felt thick in his mouth and his pulse was racing. He stepped closer. Only a few steps, but it was enough to startle Sunako and send her into a dead faint.

**
When Sunako first came to, it took her a moment to remember where she was. She had opened her eyes slowly, languidly. She blinked a few times, still blurry around the edges.
She sat up so quickly her forehead collided with Kyohei’s forehead.
“Ow!” she exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot. At the same time, Kyohei cried “shit!” and cradled his head in his hands.
“What’d you do that for?” he cried indignantly.
“Well, you were hovering over me like some kind of Creepy McCreepster! And not the good kind either!” she retorted. Her breathing had become labored again, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Her chest heaved and her messy hair formed a dark cloud around her head. Kyohei stared.
Sunako had another biting insult on her tongue, but she bit it back when she looked at his eyes. She didn’t know what she saw, but her body knew and responded in kind.
She felt a flush of warmth between her legs, and she had an achy feeling down there again. She became painfully aware of her body. Her nipples had become so erect they rubbed against the fabric she held almost painfully. She sat cross-legged, and she could feel the heat from between her legs radiating onto her ankle. Her fingers trembled and her ears burned.
Kyohei saw the change in her. His stomach was turning somersaults and his pulse was pounding in his ears. He could feel himself growing hard again, his member stretching the fabric of his pants once more. He saw her eyes slowly move downward, and he crossed his arms over himself in embarrassment.
Suddenly her pale, trembling hand reached out and settled in his lap. Kyohei gasped, his eyes widening. Sunako stared into his face, reading him, testing him. His cock throbbed under her gentle touch and he thought he’d go mad. If she could do that with one little touch…
Something like a small, low growl escaped his clenched teeth and he pushed his hips up into her touch. Sunako pulled back, surprised. But the aching need within her grew. She felt—powerful. She liked it. She quickly put her hand back.
“You like this?” she asked, her voice had dropped a few octaves and into a soft, husky whisper. As if something inside her had taken over. Kyohei could only nod. He didn’t have speech capabilities anymore.
Sunako smiled despite herself. A small, secret smile that galled him. But he didn’t have time to think about that. Her hand moved over his pulsing cock with a firmer touch, seeking him through fabric. She’d never felt anything like it. It was intimidating, yet it drew her like a magnet. She moved her fingers in a circle, straight up and down, to the sides. She experimented, and she was rewarded with a deep, masculine groan.
She became so engrossed with him, that she brought both of her hands between his thighs. The cover she had been holding slid down to reveal the tops of her breasts, just above her dark pink nipples. Kyohei reached over and pulled the fabric down to uncover them. Sunako gasped in surprise, but she felt a pleasant sensation when she noticed his sharp intake of breath. Sunako’s confidence grew with that small sound of masculine appreciation. She became more daring by the second.
“Do you like these too?” she asked, smirking. Kyohei narrowed his eyes and frowned at her.
“You think this is funny?” he returned, even while his hands reached out to cup them in his long, thin fingers. Sunako closed her eyes and groaned. Encouraged, he rubbed his thumbs over the hard pebbles of her nipples, circling them. Delicately, he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger and she gasped.
“You like this?” he mocked. Sunako could only glare. “Now, now,” he soothed. “If you do that, I might just stop.” So she closed her eyes and relaxed, giving in to the waves of sensation that coursed through her. Funny how one little pinch could travel all the way through her body to the nerve endings coiled within between her legs and inside her pink folds.
Kyohei leaned forward, bracing himself on arms that he held on the mattress on either side of her. He nuzzled her ear, breathing hotly. She shuddered pleasantly. His tongue snaked out and he touched the tip of it to the shell of her ear, slowly drawing it down and settling on her earlobe. He sucked on it gently.
Sunako wrinkled her nose. He was getting the upper hand, and damned if she was going to stand by and let him! She captured his face between her hands and thrust her demanding tongue into his mouth. She’d never kissed anyone before, but she had seen enough movies. She knew she could get the hang of it if she tried it.
Kyohei pulled away, gasping for breath. He captured her right hand in his left and brought it to his face. He smelled it and smiled.
“What were you doing in here all by your lonesome, Sunako-chan?” he drawled. Sunako scowled, about to stutter out a lame excuse when he took her fingers into his mouth and tasted them. Sunako felt a new kind of heat course through her and she stared at him open-mouthed. He took the opportunity to plunder it with his hot, searing tongue.
Sunako didn’t give a shit who had the upper hand anymore.
She reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it violently over his head. Surprised, he complied. She caressed his chest, much the same way he had hers. She clamped onto one of his flat nipples with her mouth and nipped gently. Kyohei bit his lip, a bit shocked that that had felt so good. He’d never really paid much attention to those. Which brought his attention back to her.
Kyohei pushed her down onto the bed and ripped the covers completely away. She should have felt vulnerable, exposed. But all she could think about was the burning need she felt deep down and his obvious lust. For her. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, and without a word he showed her his approval. He pressed it against her side, the thin barrier of fabric still between them. She reached for it unconsciously, but he moved on top of her, pressing her into the mattress and she couldn’t get her hands between them.
He returned to her breasts. He exhaled at the sight of them. He cupped them in his hands again. They were smooth and firm. Nubile. He squeezed them and brought his mouth down to circle one of her nipples with his tongue. He stiffened his tongue and flicked the hard center of it quickly. She arched her back up, pushing them into his mouth, seeking more. He was only too happy to oblige, and he took the entire nipple in his mouth and suckled. He squeezed her tits and sucked, bit, and licked, did everything he could think of to elicit more of those delightful moans.
“Kyohei! Harder! Suck harder!” she managed to gasp out. He did, his moans muffled into the demanding thrust of her breasts.
He reached down, seeking her. His hand found her slippery wet cunt and he cupped it full in his hand. She cried out, and he tried to stifle it with his mouth.
“You’ll wake everybody up!” he said, for the second time. She nodded and moaned softer. His hand continued its ministrations, rubbing her outer labia and feeling her wetness soak his fingers. God, he just wanted to force his dick up into it, feel it clench him tightly, just like he’d imagined so many time before.
As if she’d heard his thoughts, she gazed intensely into his eyes. “Do it. Fuck me,” she pleaded. That was all he needed.
He sat back and pulled his pants off hurriedly, almost ripping them in the process. His cock, freed from its restraints thumped against him once. His balls had drawn in, heavy with need. Sunako stared down at his rigid member and wrapped a small, pale hand around it. It was still spattered with dried blood from her nosebleed and the bold contrast excited him.
She moved her hand up and down the shaft, marveling at the smooth texture and the impossible rigidity. She circled the pinkish head up top and felt the way it almost wrapped around and met in the middle. Kyohei’s whole body shook and he pushed her hand away.
He brought his own back down to her soaking wet pussy, and separated the outer labia with two fingers. He used the middle to glide across her warm, wet skin. She gasped, checked herself, and bit her lip to keep quiet. He found an unusual bump above the opening and discovered that a slight tweak really set her off. She arched her hips up, pushing her cunt up to his hand. He wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do, but his baser instincts gave him an idea.
Kyohei slid his finger into her impossibly tight opening. He pushed it in as far as it would go, and noticed that she blanched a little. He withdrew.
“You okay?” he asked, concerned. She nodded. “Just weird. Keep going,” she reassured. He slide his finger in again, feeling her soft walls clench around him. He brought it halfway out again, then thrust it back. She gasped, and her eyes seemed to roll back into her head. Kyohei smiled with a bit of macho satisfaction.
He added his index finger, and she gasped again, shutting her eyes tight. When he hesitated again, she opened them and encouraged him silently. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but he was reading her so easily now when he’d never had a fucking clue before.
He rubbed her from the inside with his fingers, readying her. He guessed she’d never done this kind of thing before, like him. He’d seen a lot of porn, though. It couldn’t be that hard.
He took his fingers out of her, tasted them again. It was bitter, sour, but not entirely unpleasant. He liked the reaction it got out of her most. She looked like she was going to fall off the bed.
He adjusted his position, sitting up between her legs. He held both of her legs apart by her ankles and settled his engorged cock between her folds. He forgot himself for a moment and rubbed it between her lips, loving the velvety feel of it.
Kyohei could feel her trembling and opened his eyes.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. She opened one eye and gazed up at him as if he were a complete idiot.
“I’ve never done this before, jackass! I’m afraid it’ll hurt!” she whispered angrily. Kyohei pinched her leg in retaliation. She tried to kick him in the face but his hold on her was too firm. He brought his hands up to her thighs and stroked them softly, trying to buy some time while he thought of a way to get her to relax. He wasn’t a real sensitive guy, that was for sure, and he sure as hell didn’t know what he was doing.
He brought his fingers back up between her legs, and rubbed that little bump that had had her reeling before. She jerked against his touch. He circled around it, going harder until she slapped him on the arm and he softened his touch again.
While her moans of pleasure filled his ears and the room, he poised himself in front of her again. She didn’t seem to notice him there as long as he kept wiggling his finger around her pussy.
With little fanfare, he thrust himself up into her and nearly lost complete control right then. That would have been embarrassing.
Sunako sucked air in through her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut and biting down on her lip. He started to move a bit and she kicked her foot against his ass.
“Don’t move! It hurts like hell,” she moaned. Kyohei fought hard to keep control, wanting desperately to move inside her. God, it felt better than anything he’d imagined. His own awkward, bitter, full of piss and vinegar goth temptress.
After what seemed like an eternity to him, she nodded to him and gave the go ahead. He moved slowly, bringing his dick almost all the way out and slowly sliding it back in again. She seemed to grow accustomed to it and even started to moan softly.
“It still hurts, but I like it. The pain feels—good,” she whispered, and he bit his lip against the sudden urge to pump his cock as hard as he could. Instead he continued at the same, slow pace. Only after a few more minutes did he begin to speed up, bit by bit. His thrusts were quick and shallow. He wanted so desperately to fuck her hard and deep, but he couldn’t bring himself to—to—
His release came upon him suddenly. He pulsed with it and he threw his head back and couldn’t contain the deep throaty exclamations of pleasure. The others be damned, he’d just had the best cum of his life.
Like a horrible cliché, he collapsed onto her. He was sweaty and breathless, unaware of his surroundings at the moment. He looked down at Sunako dreamily, about to tell her that she’d been wonderful and that he was sorry for cumming so soon and would she like a little something extra to make it even? But her eyes flew open and that scary, dangerous look she had nearly frightened him out of his skin.
“What the hell? Aaaagh!” she shrieked, pushing him out of the bed and onto the floor in an undignified, naked heap.
“The light! The light! It hurts! Get out! Out, out, out of my room!” she screamed. He heard the other doors in the hallway opening and closing, so he grabbed his clothes. He ran to her bedroom door, dodging flying objects as he did so.
“Oh, sweet darkness,” he heard her mutter to herself as he closed the door and hurried to his own room, a streak of flesh-color to the others.
“Um—“ Yuki started, but Ranmaru clamped a hand over his mouth.
“J-just pretend you didn’t see a thing, Yuki. Puppies and kittens. Think of puppies and kittens.”


The End