Sorry Its been a long time coming folks. Just lost my passion for writing and am hoping to get back to it again. As I promised on ma other story I will finish my stories come rain or sunshine though it's probs gna take forever! Much love and thanks for reading and the lovely reviews. Soz this is gonna be a short chapter...hope u enjoy tho
Masakazu is having an amazing dream.
He is making love to a gorgeous woman with mid-length, luscious brown locks - and it's the best he's ever had.
She is so warm and moist around him
- sucking him, teasing him so relentlessly as she rides him
...so good...
...so wet...
... so tight ...
Pretty soon he is right on the edge.
Her face is hidden behind flowing locks that are oddly familiar.
He tries to reach up and push her hair out of the way so he can see her beautiful face(she has to be beautiful coz he likes his women hot) but before he knows it he is coming...
Ah ...so good...
And that is how he wakes up.
Ah ...crap!
Though he is still half asleep , he manages a sigh and a groan of indignation
It's the tenth time it's happened this week!
Wet dreams?
Really?
He's not even a stupid teenager any more!
In fact, he hasn't been one for a loooooong time...
...a really long time...
This is the type of shit he'd expects to happen to someone like Ageha , not to him- a connoisseur of seduction and the sexual acts.
He is sex incarnate dammit!
And sex shouldn't have to to sneak his sheets down to the laundry room before Kiyoi can get a hold of them!
Not only would it be embarrassing for the both of them for obvious reasons (and also for his wailing, mourning rather pathetic and diminished ego crying in a darkened little corner of his mind ), but it would mean that obviously he has failed … yet again …to score on another goukun!
As has been his form recently.
And it 's all because of that bastard idiot Konoe.
Ever since the other vampire arrived on the scene, he's managed, so far, to muscle in on all of Masakazu's goukun turf , not only cock-blocking him on every turn and ruining every single chance of him getting laid , but also laying waste to his abundant supply of hot, succulent fresh blood.
He has so far been reduced to reacquainting himself with his right hand and making do with the unexciting cold blood from the blood bank and Koyoi's delicious-but-it's-not-as-good-as-blood tomato juice.
And if that isn't the worst of it ….oh no!
The usurper has had the nerve to try and charm his way into his home, his territory and his family- which by the way, seems to be working seeing- as the last time the personification of evil was at Eternal Moon Manor, Kiyoi ended up having a go at him and forced him to act cordially towards the jerk
However before he can work himself into a a frenzy something rather pleasantly startling garners his immediate attention down below .
He lifts his head slightly off his futon- to look down the length of his lean , curious at the movement his sleep addled brain senses.
And what he sees , is by far the worst nightmare he's ever had.
Kiyoi almost drops the two full-to-the brim-with-delicious-food plates he is holding when the inevitable scream comes echoing through their vast and old manor.
The fact that he was expecting it does not stop a small frown of displeasure from showing, albeit briefly, on his otherwise usually impeccably ravishing and amiable countenance.
It really would have been an awful shame if he'd had to scoop up the breakfast he'd made for the two boys who're currently sitting before him at the breakfast table, one grinning like a exquisitely beautiful maniac and the other's expression struggling to decide on whether it should show an acutely embarrassed look or to hysterical mirth like his other companion.
Unsurprisingly he settles for the former, though a small amused smile appears briefly on his handsome pale face.
I'm guessing Masakazu is awake..." snickers Ageha, wriggling his perfectly shaped eyebrows maniacally at Makoto who manages another small smile of his own.