Poison

Poison by Bender

Synopsis: This is drawn from the episode where Ryo wakes up Cye (wh sti still asleep in the whirlpool) and gets slashed up by Sekhmet in the process. With Sage helping Mia look for Kento, all chances of healing are nil. So what hap whe when Ryo finds he has a cut he fears to be infected with Sekhmet\'s poison and that he will only survive a short time? Slight gore, very graphic Cye x Ryo (Ryo x Cye if you wanna be technical about it).

“The power of the Wildfire and the Torrent together was fantastic. And only together can we defeat Talpa.” -Ryo


He jumped into a raging whirlpool to retrieve him. He fought an adversary and nearly lost his life. He went to the limits of his strength and capabilities in a hopeless situation for the sake of another. This selfless, almost reckless abandon was just another task for Ryo Sanada. Vini, vidi, vici as the saying goes. Ryo came, he accessed the situation, and then he conquered it. And he let nothing stand in his way.
It would be a lie to say that Cye didn\'t feel admiration for Ryo. The both of them defeated Sekhmet, and neither could have been successful without the other. How ironic that two complete oitesites, fire and water, should have the greatest strength when fighting together. However, the ordeal had worn the both of them to the extent of their energies, and now was the time to retreat to safety and lick their wounds.
Mia had left them a small medical kit in case of any unfortunate accidents, and Cye and Ryo made good use of the bandages, rubbing alcohol, and hydrocortisone. Now they, along with Yuli and White Blaze, were safely hidden within the decrepit subway station long since deemed as a fortress.
Now devoid of their sub-armours and only half dressed, Cye and Ryo tended to each other\'s cuts and scrapes while Yuli sat, curled up against White Blaze in the corner, growing sleepy against the large warm cat, his deep purr like a lullaby.
Cye dabbed some alcohol on a piece of cotton and brushed back the dark bangs that covered Ryo\'s forehead. Deep blue, cat-like eyes looked up at him as he gently pressed the cotton to a bloody scratch. Ryo hissed softly as he felt stinging liquid seep into the cut. Cye, face drawn and pale, gave him a meek, reassuring smile--he wasn\'t feeling too hot, either.
Ryo sighed as the cotton was taken away, now streaked with blood and smears of dirt. He waited patiently as Cye prepared a small bandage then held still as the other boy gently pressed it on. Afterwards, Cye leaned back and inspected his handiwork, nodded satisfactorily and began to clean up the bandaid wrappers and various ointment bottles.
Ryo, despite the qualities that made him the obvious leader, was very timid when it came to thanking his peers for saving his life. The saving of lives was his job, and Ryo felt embarrassed that he had even gotten himself in a predicament to where he needed rescuing. And after jumping into the water so cocky and self-assured that nothing could beat him or go wrong... boy, had he learned a lesson in humility. The hard way.
Ryo stared at the concrete floor. “Thanks for saving me out there. I really... appreciate it.”
Cye turned slowly and looked at him, sea green eyes almost amused. “Ryo, if anyone needs to be thanked, it should be you. If it weren\'t for you I\'d \'av been killed by Sekhmet-”
“But you pulled me outta the water-”
“And you jumped in when Sekhmet wos thrashing me.”
Ryo and Cye looked at each other and smiled modestly.
“I guess we both owe it toselvselves,” Ryo murmured.
Cye nodded and gently patted Ryo\'s thigh, then snatched his hand away as the dark-haired boy let out a yelp of pain. Cye stared at him with wide eyes.
“Don\'t hold it back or anything... whot\'s the matter? Is your leg injured?”
“I don\'t know how I coulda overlooked something that hurt so bad...” Ryo grimaced and mildly ran a hand along the inside of his leg. He winced in sudden pain as his fingers passed over the epicentre of discomfort, and Cye frowned darkly.
“You\'re hurt. Ryo, you\'ve got to let me see. It could get infected.”
Let me see it, he said. Ryo knew what that meant: off with the pants, and he wasn\'t about to get indecent while there were other people around. And God forbid if Yulie awoke and got the wrong idea. Ryo didn\'t want to have to explain that to Mia and besides, Ryo was terribly shy when it came to undressing. He glanced over at Yulie, sleeping against White Blaze. “S-somewhere else?”
Cye nodded once. “Olright. Come on.”
He stood and took Ryo\'s arm, helping him limp to a small back room, dimly lit by a single bare bulb hanging from a chain. An oblong metal table was directly underneath and Cye set the medical kit upon it and turned to gaze at Ryo, who blushed.
“Come along, mate,” Cye whispered reassuringly. “We\'re both men \'ere.”
Ryo\'s trembling fingers fell to the button of his jeans, undoing them, sliding them off of his hips. Cye stiffened his upper lip and tried not to stare at the tanned, sinewy legs rippling with muscles. Ryo sat on the edge of the table and gingerly inched the jeans off, grimacing with the pain in his leg.
The jeans landed on the floor; Cye picked them up, brushed them off and folded them. Then he turned his attention to Ryo. “I cahn\'t... see the wound.”
Reluctant and very embarrassed, Ryo bit his lower lip and inched his legs apart. Cye gasped, and Ryo turned his head away.
“Is it bad?”
Cool hands were suddenly pressed to his hot flesh, and he looked down to see Cye inspecting his inner thigh, where there was a swollen red gash about three inches long. Not very deep, but the infection was evident.
Cye paled. “My God, Ryo.” He looked up at the dark haired boy with a frightened face. “You\'ve been poisoned.”
Ryo clenched his teeth. “Sekhmet,” he growled. “He-he sliced me up. Those swords of his are poisoned, that\'s how I lost my vision-! Only Sage was there to heal me...”
He trailed off. Sage was with Mia, looking for Kento. No healing, nothing but a medical kit. When looking at the supernatural powers of Sekhmet\'s venom, they might as well be equipped with Chanel no. 5.
“How long does it take?”
Cye furrowed his brow. “It all depends on the strength of the poison and the extent of the wound. It might just be an infected cut, I can\'t say when it\'s this far along. There\'s no way to tell. But if it is poisoned...” He placed his fingers delicately near the cut. Ryo squeaked, and Cye gazed up at him. “A day at the most. If it\'s olready in your bloodstream, a few hours.”
Silence fell between them.
“I\'ll be... dead. In a few hours?” Ryo had a hard time choking the words out. Tears clouded his vision and he blinked frantically. “But... but the fight is just beginning. I can\'t die. We need to find the others. We have to defeat Talpa! This isn\'t happening... Cye, tell me this isn\'t happening. Even if you have to lie to me.”
Cye blinked once. “I won\'t lie to you, Ryo.” He stared at the puffy wound. “I\'ll save you.” He kneeled down and put his hands on Ryo\'s knees, spreading his legs open. Ryo was startled.
“Wh-what are you do-”
“I saw this in a movie once,” Cye explained evenly. “Suck out the venom. It\'s the only thing I can think of. At least it\'s worth a try.”
Ryo thought a moment before closing his eyes. “Okay. Do it.” I\'ll try not to die of embarrassment...
Cye lowered his face and engulfed the flesh in his warm mouth. Ryo winced as he felt a hot tongue slip into the wound, then Cye gently bit down and Ryo clenched his fists, gritted his teeth in agony. Cye turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, then grasped the flesh around the wound tightly, forcing blood to ooze out slowly.
“This might take a while,” he murmured. “Relax, Ryo.”
He nursed the wound again and spit out the infected blood. Ryo felt as if his face were ten thousand degrees and he knew it was probably as red as his Wildfire armour. He felt Cye deepen his suction, breathing heavily onto Ryo\'s bare skin and sucking hard on his tender flesh. Ryo became suddenly short of breath, working into full-blown gasps. And it wasn\'t in pain. Looking down he saw, humiliatingly enough and to his greatest surprise that he had gotten rather hot and aroused by Cye\'s ministrations.... Cye, whose cheek was dangerously close to brushing against the obvious erection concealed in Ryo\'s underwear.
“Aa-!” Ryo choked, mouth open but barely able to say a word.
Cye, thinking something was wrong, spit to the side and looked up at Ryo. “Whot is it? Wos I...”
He trailed off and suddenly focused his eyes, almost crossing them at the huge quivering beast before his face. And the only thing standing between he and it was a millimetre of white cotton. Cye blushed hotly and gazed up at Ryo with a grin tugging the corner of his mouth up into a coy smile. “You look like you could use some healing \'ere too, love.”
Ryo was too ashamed to look the British boy in the face and closed his eyes, looked away. Cye politely ignored the embarrassing situation and stood, fetching some healing gel and bandages from the medical kit. He applied the gel and primly wrapped Ryo\'s injury. When he was done, Ryo had what looked like a white garter around his thigh. He looked up at Cye gratefully.
“I... th-thanks, Cye.”
The brunette smiled craftily. “Don\'t I get a reward for a job well done?” He slid his hand in the crook of Ryo\'s crotch, grazing his long and slender fingers lightly over the dark-haired boy\'s massive erection.
“Aauhh!” Ryo squealed in surprise, staring at Cye as if unable to believe a boy so proper and tempered could be capable of such mind-clouding pleasure. And why him? Was Cye... liket? Before he could stammer anything further, Cye abruptly kneeled down in front of Ryo\'s spread legs and pushed them as far open as comfort would allow.
“Wha...what...?” Ryo whimpered, frightened and humiliated.
“Just relax, love,” Cye murmured, parting the fold in Ryo\'s underwear and revealing his bare cock, already weeping thick moisture. “This won\'t take long-” And without another word, Cye closed his mouth over the whole burning member, sucking it hly dly down into his throat.
Deep-throating takes a person of talent, someone able to suppress that instinctual reflex of gagging when something that large is placed in the throat. And Ryo just found that Cye was a master.
Ryo bit his lip and closed his eyes, threw back his head and mouthed a silent scream to the ceiling, gasping loudly at the erotic sensation. So hot... Cye\'s mouth. Wet and so hot. This shouldn\'t be happening. But... it felt divine. Ryo\'s handne cne clamped down on the table\'s edge and the other, trembling, reached out to place itself on Cye\'s brunette locks. Cye, understanding the meaning of the gesture, began to work his magic, running his tongue up and down the underside, swirling it on the head and into the slit still oozing thick, salty liquid, enjoying the throbbing pulse in his mouth as much as Ryo was.
“Oh... God, Cye...” he moaned wretchedly, beginning to sweat. “I never... I never... God, I want more.”
Upon hearing those words Cye released Ryo\'s cock from his mouth, dripping with saliva and precum, and the spell broke with Ryo\'s heartbroken expression. Cye stood up and popped his neck, commenting, “Hard work on a tadge that size.”
“But...” Ryo sputtered. “But I didn\'t... I haven\'t... I-I thought...”
He trailed off as Cye began to unbutton his jeans. “Who said I wos done with you, love?”
Ryo stared as Cye dropped his pants before him as if totally undaunted by his own nudity, pushed Ryo flat on his back and mounted him before he could even protest. Cye stared down into fearful blue eyes and stroked Ryo\'s burning cheek once.
“It\'s olright, Ryo. It won\'t hurt for you.”
And Cye lowered his body down onto Ryo\'s erection, experiencing the uncomfortable resistance before it sslowslowly into the tight, hot orifice. Cye closed his eyes as he felt the dull pain flash through him, then ecstasy as Ryo stroked that place within his body that made it all go away.
Ryo couldn\'t believe the pleasure he felt rushing through him, and he was almost able to forget the fact that in those few moments he had lost something precious and irreplaceable: his virginity. He arched his hips up off the table and groaned. Cye hissed as his new lover went deeper into his body and he clenched the shoulders of Ryo\'s shirt in his fists.
“Yes,” he moaned between gritted teeth. “Fuck me, Ryo. Fuck me bad.”
Fuck wash a h a dirty word, so base and animalistic. An ugly word for an ugly act. What they were making was certainly not love under any circumstances, so pointless and carnal as to be carried out in a filthy room on a cold metal surface. This was an indulgence of the flesh, a blind, groping search for pleasure in unholy places. No trace of love was to be found here- no tender touches, no sweet whispers and above all, no kiss to speak of a thing called love.
Cye moved his hips up and down rapidly, staking himself onto Ryo\'s erection each time. Trembling fingers jerked Ryo\'s shirt up around his collar and rubbed over the hard, tan nubs of his nipples; Ryo gasped and timed his thrusts with Cye\'s movements, creating an intoxicating physical pleasure. Ryo felt it flowing all through him: in his abdomen, his pounding heart, his shuddering loins. Cye began to rock forward and back, brunette hair falling over his eyes and hiding them from view. Lips parted, he breathed delicately, sucking in and heaving heavy sighs from his mouth. Sweat trickled from his brow down the side of his face. Ryo\'s hands, once passively lying above his head, now grasped the soft flesh of Cye\'s hips with hungry greed, pulling him forward, sheathing Ryo\'s tot totally within the other boy\'s body. He gripped hard and Cye moaned a little; that would probably leave a bruise. Ryo knew he couldn\'t help it. He was having sex with... No. Cye was letting Ryo fuck him. Cloudy. Foggy. He couldn\'t think or remember... anything.
Ryo bucked, groaned and finally came, shuddering and writhing. His muscles jolted and contracted and wouldn\'t obey his mind; his fingers and toes clenched and twisted in feverish agony, red light exploded behind his eyes. Bloodhed hed around in his head. More, more, more... Something was missing and Ryo instinctively knew it; his hand reached out above him and grabbed Cye roughly by the collar, jerking him downward and meeting his lips in a passion-filled kiss. Cye hesitated, not expecting this display of emotion, then parted his lips and partook of the oral pleasure Ryo offered in payment for Cye\'s. For a while they remained, lip-locked and tongue-tied, messy and bumbling with each other\'s faces. Heat and sweat and the scent of skin all mixed together and matted their hair, tangled it. Cye frowned, gasped and moaned as the awaited orgasm wracked his slender frame for several moments. Ryo, eyes barely hanging open, watched him in fascination. Never in his life had he seen anything more appallingly sexy than that of a sweaty, half-naked boy trembling and moaning in ecstasy in his lap. Then, it was over.
Cye, still seated upon Ryo\'s fading arousal, fell forward and collapsed onto his chest, mouth open and gasping for breath like a fish out of water. Ryo, as if acting on a reflex, reached up and wrapped his arms around Cye, holding his feverish body against his own. For a while they didn’t say anything; Ryo stared up at the ceiling with a glassy, far away look in his eyes.
“Cye, how old are you?”
The British lad sat up slowly, brushing his auburn bangs off of his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. “Just turned sixteen in March.”
Ryo still stared at the ceiling. “I’m fifteen.”
Cye gawked. “You\'re joking, right?”
“I’m fifteen and I just lost my virginity to an English boy.” Ryo put a hand over his eyes. “What the hell have I done?”
Cye dismounted Ryo awkwardly and pulled his pants back on. “Don’t think on it too much, mate,” he said laconically. “Let me know before you start to get philosophical about it.”
Ryo sprang upright and grabbed Cye by the collar, jerking him face to face roughly. “Don’t you care?” he cried. “About what you’ve done to me, what you’ve done to yourself!?”
Cye yanked himself free and straightened his shirt. “At least you\'re not poisoned,” he snapped. “That game of yo-yo knickers we played would ‘av been enough to give any poison a jog about your bloodstream. Besides, you wouldn’t ‘av wanted to die a virgin, now would you?” He gave a smug grin. Ryo was dumbstruck, an expression os fas face that would break a villain’s heart. Cye frowned.
“You\'re not going to cry, are you? Ryo?”
Tears flooded Ryo’s brilliant blue eyes and he buried his face in his hands. He made no sound but Cye could tell from his shuddering shoulders that he was weeping.
“Ey, ‘ey, ‘ey, now, love,” Cye said, alarmed by Ryo’s reaction and taking a seat next to the crying boy, throwing a friendly arm about his shoulders. “S’not anything to cry about. I mean, at least you\'re not gonna die, right?”
That didn’t help.
“Listen, you ‘av to buck up, lad. There’s a team out there that needs your leadership if we eveh get ‘em back togetheh. Now come on. Brace up.” He gave a gentle nudge to Ryo’s side with an elbow. “Eh? Whot say that? C’mon, mate, pull yourself togetheh.”
Ryo wiped his face and blinked red eyes rapidly.
“You okay? You gonna make it?”
Ryo sniffed and nodded.
Cye smiled and patted his back. “That’s whot I like to hear.”
Ryo leaned over and threw himself against Cye’s chest, hugging him tightly. “Does this mean I have to love you now?” he murmured in a small voice.
“Whot? No, no. You don’t ‘av to do anything. You can forget this eveh happened-”
“But… what if I want to love you?”
Cye felt his mind blank out on him, his mouth speechless. He numbly reached up and placed a hand on Ryo’s cool, ebony lockes, stroking them gently. “I… I won’t stop you from loving me. If you really think you do, that is...”
“Well, in the case you’ll never feel the same way I do…” Ryo pulled back and stared pleadingly at Cye’s face. “Can I kiss you one last time?”
“I… sure.”
Ryo brought his lips to Cye’s and kissed him. Chastely. No tongue, no open mouth. Just the soft flesh of lips, touching and lingering and retreating. It was the sweetest, purest, truest, most innocent thing Cye had ever experienced and he stared at the dark-haired youth with a face that woulve dve described a person just smitten with Cupid’s proverbial arrow.
Cye licked his lips. He tasted Ryo. He opened his mouth slightly to offer an apology, an excuse, anything to get the harrowing look out of those gorgeous blue eyes when-
“Ryo?” came a sleepy child’s voice. “Cye?”
Both young men jumped apart and stared at Yulie, standing in the door rubbing his eyes. Cye sprang off the table and went to the door as Ryoatedated his pants and hurriedly shuffled them on. He heard Yulie and Cye:
“What’re you doing with Ryo?”
“Ryo wos injured, lad. I wos helping ‘im.”
“I heard noises.”
Cye paled. “He wos hurt badly but I took care of ‘im. Don’t worry, Yulie.”
That seemed to satisfy the small boy, who smiled at Cye and decided not to ask why he had seen his and Ryo’s lips pressed together when he had first walked in. It was probably part of the healing. Cye knew how to take care of Ryo. He would make sure that Ryo was all right.
“Okay,” Yulie said, hugging Cye’s leg. “G’night, Cye.”
“G’night, lad,” he replied, and saw to it that Yulie curled up with White Blaze and was fast asleep before turning back and making his way to the small room. On his way there, he met Ryo on his way out. They both stopped.
“Did he see anything?”
“I don’t think so. Everything’s zen.”
Ryo sighed in relief. “Let’s just pray it is.”
And the two young warriors walked away, the door to the room where they had both lost one thing and gained another locked, forgotten, and was never opened again.


The End.