AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, Guys! I took a long hiatus on this story. Good news though, I went back and edited the ENTIRE thing. There was room for improvement. I've been going through my fics lately and cleaning them up. Didn't realize how much filler and rambling there was, sheesh! (Forgive me, please.)

***Also, just for clarification, Klaus and Raeger's narratives aren't separate stories. Some people commented in the past that they thought it was a "choose which bachelor you like" type of story. Nope, they are both lusting after Ibuki at the same time.

Anyways, here's an update! 😊

Xxxxxx

Raeger

Grandfather always said that to get what you want you had to seize the day with full gusto. Luckily for me, my target had been spotted running up the stairs to Elise's mansion that morning as I set the restaurant's opening sign. Ibuki hadn't seen me wave to him, too distracted.

"There's always later." I grimaced, but took a deep breath. "Later..."

I had apple fritters on the menu that day, specifically for Ibuki. The prepared pastries sat in the fridge, waiting to be baked fresh and served hot. When Lunch time rolled around, I set them in the oven and waited at the front counter with baited breath.

However, as the timer ticked away, so did my patience. Ibuki wasn't there. The bell that sat upon the counter promptly got tossed across the kitchen, hitting the wall above the sink. It made a violet clank.

"Not this shit, again." I seethed.

Turning the Oven's temperature down, I locked up the restaurant and went marching up towards Elise's mansion. He was supposed to be come to ME. What the hell could Ibuki be doing wasting his time on that brat? I hadn't seen him run by the windows, so I correctly guessed he was still there.

Only, he wasn't with Elise when I arrived.

"Nadi, this rose garden is amazing. You did all this by yourself?"

"Of course, I did it by myself. It's my job."

There were freshly planted hedges at Elise's estate, red roses creating an alluring attraction. The hedges were tall, thankfully. They gave me the chance to stay hidden as I crept closer to where I could hear Ibuki's voices coming from.

Just outside the maze, I found a small crease in the hedge and peaked in.

"You did a really good job. These flowers are beautiful." Ibuki praised Nadi, looking over the roses fondly. "When I have the money saved up, I'll have you make me a flower maze."

"Start thinking about what flowers you'd like. I'll get right on it."

The excitement in Ibuki's eyes was nauseating. Who the hell did this newcomer think he was, promising him flowers? The fucking prick. My eyes narrowed in to slits.

"I'll start saving up while I make up my mind."

"I don't think you understand... don't worry about the money."

"You can't do it for free! This work is expensive. Elise was bragging about how much she spent on this."

At that, Nadi gave a bitter snort.

"Elise is loaded, I raise the prices with rich folk." He explained. "People like her have no concept of what things really cost."

I couldn't say that I blamed Nadi for ripping off Elise, but he'd lost any chance of gaining my favor. He unknowingly ripped me off of something far more valuable than money, that afternoon. Ibuki's precious time.

"Isn't that wrong? To overcharge people because they have more money?"

"Not when they're spoiled rotten. I've worked with manure more approachable than her. She expects everything to be done the minute she asks for it, I can't even tell you how many times she's come out here and breathed down my back this morning."

Feeling bad for Nadi's work conditions, Ibuki assured him that working on the farm would be different.

"I won't treat you like that. You can take all the time you need when you plant my flowers." The blonde farmer promised sweetly. "I can't wait."

"Until then, why don't you take this home?"

Snipping a rose off the hedges, Nadi handed it over to Ibuki. The thorns along the stems weren't removed and Ibuki naively took the flower without caution.

"Ow!"

Nadi jumped, alarmed from the cry. A drop of blood swelled at the pad of Ibuki's index finger, the rose now at their feet in the grass. I wanted to kill, Nadi. I felt my blood boil.

"… why is the stem so prickly?" Ibuki looked at his bloody finger, sadly.

Puzzled, Nadi stared at Ibuki for a second.

"Roses have thorns." He explained slowly. "Did you not know this?"

"I didn't see many flowers growing up..." Ibuki winced as the blood coming from his finger began dripping down towards his palm. "Roses are pretty... but, they hurt."

Taking a nearby watering can, Nadi gently rinsed away the blood. Ibuki used a handkerchief from his back pocket to stop the bleeding as Nadi picked the rose back up. He took a small pocket knife and carefully removed the thorns from the flower he'd gifted Ibuki.

"Here." He insisted calmly. "I'm sorry. I should have done this to begin with. I don't know where my head is..."

Ibuki took back the rose with a sparkling smile. His first rose. Someone had just given him his first rose... I growled.

"What was that?"

Alert, Nadi picked up a heavy sickle and urged Ibuki to stay put.

"There was a stray fox around here earlier." Nadi told him.

"Foxes can growl?"

"They're pretty nasty when they want to be. Don't let their charm deceive you."

Ibuki looked scared while Nadi listened closely. If I moved, my cover was blown. Picking up a nearby rock, I threw it over head and it landed in a shrub in the distance. While Nadi went looking for a fox in his roses, I dashed away off the property.

At the bottom of the stairs leading to Elise's mansion, I walked away casually. By the time I made it back to the restaurant's front door, I accepted Ibuki was gone for the day. It seemed I counted my eggs before they hatched.

"Raeger, what are you doing outside? Aren't you open today?"

Despite every nerve in my body having ignited pleasurably at the sound of Ibuki's voice in the distance far behind me, I turned slowly to face him over my shoulder. Almost leisurely. Unlocking the door, I pushed it open and beckoned Ibuki over. He came trotting.

"I went looking for you but you weren't home." I lied. "I have something special cooking up for you, why don't you come over?"

The apple fritters were ready when we walked in. The entire room smelled like cinnamon and warm Fall fruit. Ibuki took a big whiff and looked forward to skipping Lunch for a big dessert.

Happy to have him back, I gave him what he wanted. Moving the rose aside from the counter, I replaced it with a plate.

"More where that came from. Let me know if you want more."

"Careful with my flower, Raeger... um, could I have that back?"

Before he could dig in to his food, Ibuki held a hand out for the rose I had in my hands. My gift was more important.

"You're eating. I'll set it aside."

If only there had been a believable reason for that flower to have "accidently" wound up in the sink's garbage disposal. Two plates of dessert and Ibuki was drinking down a glass of warmed milk. He suddenly noticed something amiss.

"Raeger?" He piped up, perplexed. "Where's the bell?"

"Hm?"

"The bell. You know, the one that's always here on the counter. Where'd it go?"

Oh, that. Remembering the bell I'd thrown in a moment of rage, I lied through my teeth.

"It needs to be polished. Enough about that, how about we go upstairs and watch more of that show you like? It's on soon."

The little blonde cozied up to me like a freshly fed kitten. His eyes were glued to the television, lids growing heavier once the credits rolled. His fingers curled in to my shirt sleepily, accidently popping a button due to the material being so tight.

The button flew off, Ibuki jolting awake as it hit him in the face. It then fell to the hard wood floor. He had just dozed off. Poor baby.

"You poor thing." I cooed to him as he sat up, rubbing his eye. "What happened?"

"Your shirt broke." he mumbled. "Where did the button go? You can sew it back on if you find it."

"Don't worry about that button. This shirt doesn't fit me anymore, anyways."

Still rubbing at one eye, Ibuki looked down.

"Then why are you wearing it if it doesn't fit?"

"That's a good question."

I slipped my hands between us, unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way. I discarded it, easing Ibuki back to my chest. He was reluctant to come in close, again.

"Scared of a little skin?" I gently grasped him by the arm and urged him back to me. "Lie down, Ibuki."

When he resettled in close to me, the soft warm puffs of his breath hitting me between the pectorals slowed again. Ibuki relaxed as I held him close by the small of his back, nose buried in his hair to get a whiff of that yellow hair. He smelled like a day spent out in the sunshine.

"Mmm..." he mumbled sleepily, again.

Ibuki shifted his face, lips now rested on my sternum as his snoring began. His soft hands rested up by my shoulders, holding me. Kissing one hand, I groaned lowly to myself. He was so soft.

The blonde's hand twitched as I kissed it again, running my fingers over his sides. He didn't react until my hand had boldly made its way to the seat of his pants. I caressed up the split in his cheeks from over the fabric.

"Raeger?" His gray eyes cracked open.

"You keep falling asleep on me."

Taking him by the face, I pressed our mouths together. Shutting his eyes once more, Ibuki didn't fight me as I rolled him over to lie flat along the sheets. However, he went stiff as I hovered over him.

His thighs met one another, slowly, as if to keep me away. I reached to touch him, and he blatantly flinched. He was scared. Terrified, even.

"What's that about?" I murmured to him, coming in to nuzzle the side of his face with my nose. "You're not scared of me, are you?"

"..."

"Don't be scared. Come here."

He trembled, and his bottom lip quivered like he was ready to cry. Why was he reacting like that?

"Ibuki, hey... relax. It's okay."

"D-Don't." He blurted out. "It's going to hurt."

"...what's going to hurt?"

Whatever it was, he was embarrassed to say it. With another look at Ibuki's closed thighs, I understood. Seemed a little obvious, now.

"Oh...We don't have to do that."

The promise did little for Ibuki.

"Please don't make me..."

Suddenly, I felt like an asshole. Had I come on too strong? I thought I'd been careful... I thought he would have wanted me. He had no reason not to.

Settling down to lie next to him, I stroked his bangs back and kissed his forehead. The poor thing, he'd lost all color in his face. His skin of his forehead went cold to the touch. That wasn't what I wanted, at all.

Hesitant to move, it took a few moments for Ibuki to trust me again. When he did, his body curled back in to my chest. Last thing I needed was to start from square one, with him. Phew.

"I didn't mean to scare you." I apologized, relieved that Ibuki didn't skitter away when I secured him to my chest. "Are you okay?"

Ibuki thought long and hard about something. I held my breath a little. What was knocking around that head of his?

"...do friends... do those kinds of things?" He asked me, almost tearfully.

"Well, yeah... they can. Sometimes."

Not understanding, Ibuki thought aloud.

"I didn't think they did." Was all he had to say about it.

A pause ensued. Fully aware what I was risking, I inched my palm down the curve of his waist.

"When two people trust each other... sometimes, it happens."

"...Does it have to happen?"

"No. It's just nice when it, does."

My choice of words didn't convince him. Somehow, I got the impression he didn't believe me to begin with.

"I wouldn't lie to you."

"It would be nice for you." He eventually retorted, under his breath. "It would hurt for me. I know it would."

"It wouldn't hurt with me...why do you think I'd hurt you?"

He didn't answer me. I could never hurt him...not intentionally. By the way he was acting, I could only come to the conclusion he'd never been with a man before. He was probably scared of being penetrated.

I mean, that was valid. Still, I wouldn't ever do anything to intentionally hurt him. He needed to trust me. I was the only person he could trust.

"Ibuki..." Coaxing him to lift his face off my chest, I ran my thumb along the rise of his cheekbone. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Y-Yeah, but-"

"Shh. Just trust me, then."

I brought our mouths together, holding his face to mine. He kept his lips closed, but let me roll him over. As he laid there stiffly, I don't believe he thought that he had a choice. Something was really off. He wasn't resisting, but...

Doing what I could to ease him, I kept it just to a kiss and roaming over his clothes. Lightly, I traced his body. Starting at his collarbone, I used a curled knuckle and made my way down to his pants. He clenched up.

"Let's get you out of this." I encouraged him, redirecting to his shirt. "You'll be more comfortable."

Ibuki was less resistant to me taking his shirt off. He raised his arms, helping me weave him out of it. Not looking to scare him, I explored leisurely.

With just the pads of my fingers, I touched over the flat expanse of his stomach. He was so soft to the touch...so smooth. Almost like a woman. It fascinated me.

I took my time, just exploring his chest. I grazed his nipples using a light touch, feeling the pink skin harden at my fingertips. Ibuki took shallow breaths as I did so, gasping when my lips pressed to the hollow of his neck, just below his leather choker.

"W-What are you d-doing?" He stammered, biting back a squeak while I rubbed circles over one velvet, pink patch on his chest.

"Me? I'm trying to make you feel good. Be a lot easier if you weren't so tense."

Dipping down to lick over his budded chest, I brought one nipple between my lips. The blonde man beneath me shivered, goosebumps dusting his skin.

"No one's hurting anybody." I promised, creeping my fingers south and circling the button to his pants.

Ibuki got antsy, hiding his face in my chest when I began unfastening him. I popped the snap open, sliding my entire hand down the front of his pants. In the back of my mind, I briefly acknowledged I was fondling a man for the first in my life.

Touching the front of his briefs really brought it all in to focus. He was semi-erect.

His body was reacting to my touch. Palming Ibuki's modest bulge, I stroked at him through the fabric of his underwear. He was beginning to give in to what was happening, but he was still fighting with himself whether to drop his guard or not.

"That feels good." Just shy of a whisper, Ibuki whimpered. "A-Ah..."

"You want more?"

"...y-yes."

When I touched his skin directly, Ibuki let out a strained whine at my strokes. In one hand, he grasped the bed with white knuckles. His breath hit my chest as he began to pant.

I just kept my touch gentle, coaxing him to give in to me. He had to be close, he was so flustered. I salivated a little at his shy, pleasured noises...he was so cute. He whimpered like a blushing virgin.

"You like that?" I coo'ed at him, feeling his cock begin to leak between my fingers.

Ibuki's breathing quickened. His pleasured whimpers turned frantic and he unconsciously tilted his hips up in to my touch. I hastened my strokes, enthralled with the blonde about to crumble at my touch. Ibuki clutched at me, on the cusp of climax.

Absolutely perfect.

"Raeger...R-Raeger...ahh...I'm...I'm-"

"You're mine."

I squeezed him firmly, pushing him over the edge. Ibuki came, spilling his seed in to my palm. His eyes were squeezed shut, tight. He shuddered, gasping in to my chest. His fingers left white, indentions along my skin where he clutched at me.

"Mine, Ibuki." I whispered outside his ear, basking in his orgasm.

He didn't say anything back to me. I didn't care. He heard me. He knew, he had to.

"Now, how about me?" I teased him.

Xxxxx

Klaus

It rained that afternoon, Autumn in all its glory. The pleasantly cool afternoon took a drastic turn as a light drizzle suddenly became a down pour. A storm was certainly brewing. In more ways than one.

Sat on the couch, one foot rested upon my knee, I read with vague interest. As hard as I tried, I couldn't focus. I was distracted. As diligently as I chose to deny it, it didn't change a thing. Adultery consumed me.

"Damn, you. Ibuki." Sighing, I placed the book down and undid the top buttons to my shirt.

All else that adorned me were simply plain black slacks. Having decided to stay home, appearances were not my main concern. I was too preoccupied with more debaucherous matters to care how I looked; consumed by a growing need.

Having confined myself to my home on a gloomy day, company was also unlikely anyhow. Ibuki was busy as ever with his crops, the lad excited for the numerous varieties of new seeds available. He was most likely running about while I sat about.

The rain outside picked up dramatically, coming down with a vengeance. With mild surprise, I pulled back the curtains to investigate. The sky turned almost gray, dark clouds closing in.

"Unfortunate weather."

Bringing a hand up to scratch my chin, I scratched the stubble there. How unkempt I must have looked, unshaven and rugged with simple attire. Mother wouldn't have approved if she'd been around to see me in such a state. Mother...I still needed to write back to her.

I briefly wondered if Ibuki had been fortunate enough to know of the oncoming rain. If he hadn't, he most likely watered his crops in vain. Regardless, I hoped he was fortunate not have been caught in the downpour just as I spotted someone running up the path.

Wearing a pair of long black pants; Ibuki had nothing but a simple long-sleeved blue shirt to shield himself from the cold. No hat, no jacket, no scarf. Even had he worn such things, they would have been so match for the rain. He was soaked, hair matted down upon his skull.

Without hesitation I fully intended to call him in. Urgently so when I saw his attention drawn to the Antique Shop. Mistel, the poorly disguised prowler, would surely have a ball with Ibuki stepping in to his home soaked to the bone.

"Ibuki!" I went to my door and called for him.

He froze in his tracks, unsure of if he'd heard someone through the rain. Louder I called to him, and he turned his head in direction of my voice. I beckoned to my door step and he hurried over, arms wrapped tightly around himself.

"What in the world are you doing out in this weather?" I demanded. "It's atrocious out there, come in."

I stepped aside for him to enter.

"I'm all wet. I can't come in..."

"Inside, Ibuki. Promptly." I urged him, my attention then drawn to the Antique shop he'd been headed to. "For what reason were you off to the Antique Shop then, anyhow?"

"I was going to pay Mistel for a blue print, then go home " he explained with clattering teeth.

The lad was far too kind hearted, far too vulnerable. He was a danger to himself at times, not that he knew.

"Ibuki, come in." I ordered him, pointing firmly inside my home

Ibuki shifted his eyes away, unsurely.

"Klaus, really-"

Not budging, I took him by the bend of his arm and guided him inside.

"There's no use purchasing a blue print in this weather, it susceptible to damage." I advised him with the door shut behind us. "We don't need this wind blowing you away."

Tugging Ibuki in took no effort being he gave little resistance. Even if he had, he was so small. So very small. If he tugged his wrist, I'm not so sure I'd feel it.

Or, perhaps that a whimsical thinking. I wished to have him powerless to me.

Now having a clearer view of him, I could see he was absolutely frigid. His black pants were heavy with water, shirt soaked through completely. It clung to his torso like a thick second skin.

Around his neck he wore a thick, almost feminine, black necklace-a choker accessory of some sorts. I hadn't taken him for the type for what looked to be such dainty accessories, but it suited him. It was better than the brown one he wore in summer.

Like a defenseless animal he quivered, practically frozen. He would fall ill if he didn't warm up.

"Your clothes must weigh more than you do with all that water." I chided Ibuki, looking to the puddle that had formed around his feet. "You're going to catch a chill like that."

Taking him by the arm once more, I guided him upstairs

"Come now. I'll run you a hot bath and set your clothes to hang over the fireplace."

"Klaus, your floors-"

"The floors can be mopped."

Ibuki still put up a fuss. I had half a mind to just hoist him up over my shoulder.

"Really, I'll be fine." He argued.

"Now, Ibuki. There's no point fussing."

"But, I have nothing to wear..."

Just then, thunder boomed outside. Ibuki jostled. skidding on a puddle he'd made.

"Klaus-" he yelped but I held him firmly, keeping him standing.

"I'll provide you with something to wear after you bathe. You're going to catch a chill."

Ensuring Ibuki did not fall, I led him up the steps to the bathroom across from my bed room. I set the large porcelain tub to run with hot water. The one I'd specially ordered to accommodate my size. It could easily fit both Ibuki and I, it was so large.

Oh, how I wished to prove that.

"I'll fetch you a fresh towel." I undid my simple cuff links to roll up my sleeves. "For now, the water."

I reached in to set the plug to the drain and tested the water to ensure it wouldn't scald the lad. With pleasantly hot water pouring in, I fetched Ibuki's towel.

Ibuki stood out of place still as I brushed past him to the closet. He stepped away slightly in fear he'd been in the way.

"Alongside the tub I have bath oils and soaps." I pointed out the arrangement of hygienic products in small glass bottles, mason jars and such. "Use whichever you prefer."

Ibuki rubbed the soft fabric of the towel I'd given him, then looked to the bottles I mentioned. He stared a couple brief seconds and then looked to me curiously. The brief silence left me unusually expectant... as if he'd beckon me to bathe with him.

To rub him down with fragrant oils.

"Those look homemade. Are they?"

"...They are" I answered him after pausing, surprised he'd asked. "Why?"

" I just think it's neat. You can make all kinds of things. That's pretty amazing, Klaus."

Ibuki's interest in my work was flattering, always. His simple praise left me warm in the chest, the heat threatening to spill up over in to my face.

"Enjoy yourself. I'll leave you to freshen up." I announced my leave with my back turned to him.

"Where should I put my wet clothes? I don't want to just leave them on the floor and make a mess."

I fetched a basket typically used for laundry.

"Place your clothes here. I'll hang them to dry." I explained. "When I leave, of course."

Both embarrassed and relieved, Ibuki nodded with understanding.

"I suggest you hurry, you'll chafe if you wait much longer." I alerted him before walking off. "You can set the basket outside the door."

The poor lad must have presumed I'd been waiting for him to undress. I wasn't quite sure my eyes would have behaved themselves if he'd been indifferent to undress before me.

With a mop for the wet floor, I cleaned up the watery mess. At the bottom step of the stairs, I heard the bathroom door open and close. The basket sat, waiting for me. I fetched it once I was done.

Instead of a running faucet, I heard the light splashing of water as Ibuki washed. I could almost picture him sitting in the spacious porcelain. Such a shame, all that extra space.

At the fireplace, I rung out Ibuki's sopping shirt. He'd taken off everything except for his choker. It was nowhere to be seen in the basket. Another loud boom of thunder bellowed outside. I faintly caught the sound of what I presumed was Ibuki nearly slipping in the bath tub.

The slippery squeak was followed by a pop of the water splashing. I nearly chortled to myself at the thought of him falling back in the water, before realizing he may possibly be in a position to harm himself.

"Ibuki?" Concerned for him I climbed the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. "I thought I heard you fall."

"I slipped...I'm fine." He answered back, his voice growing fainter. "The thunder startled me ..."

"Very well, as long as you're alright. Your clothes have been set to dry."

In my bedroom, I opened a dresser in search of something for Ibuki to wear. Any shirt of mine would drown him in fabric and cover everything. But, there was nothing for him to wear underneath.

He would be bare, legs peaking out beneath the fabric. Pale, taut thighs parted and yearning...

"Klaus? I need clothes." Ibuki's voice called out from the hallway, breaking off my thoughts.

I'd missed the creak of the door when he opened it. He'd opened it just a crack so his voice would carry.

"Right away, give me a moment."

Ibuki timidly reached an arm out to accept a white buttoned shirt I had to offer him.

"This shall have to do for now, Ibuki. I'll be downstairs when you're dressed."

The steps clicked with my shoes as I descended down to the first floor. My heart beat in my chest with increased vigor as I anticipated Ibuki's arrival. I popped a bottle of wine, fetching myself a glass. With a gruff sigh, I took a sip.

My ears perked at the sound of the door opening upstairs. I waited for Ibuki to emerge, but he didn't. A few moments passed, nothing.

"Ibuki, join me."

"Klaus, I'm not so sure about this..." He called down. "This shirt..it's..."

"I'm sure it's fine. Come now, Ibuki."

My skin prickled with anticipation. He took the first few steps down, quietly. The silken shirt I'd lent Ibuki drowned his body in white. Sleeves draped down his arms falling past his hands and the hem cascaded past his waist to lay along the skin above his knees.

My body reacted immediately. I felt myself erect at the sight, the kitchenette counter at my waist being my saving grace. Ibuki had his head held down, staring at his feet until reaching the bottom step.

Holding out a hand towards the sofa, I wordlessly requested he make himself comfortable. He consented and walked off. I watched as he struggled to situate himself on the cushions. I knew exactly what his struggle was. He had no undergarments.

He tucked the back of the shirt under his backside, ensuring his bare skin never touched the cushion. With his legs closed tightly together, he waited. Looking at the back of his head, I grit my teeth.

How easily he could be tossed back along the cushions and ravished. Powerless. I had to calm myself.

"Would you care for wine, Ibuki?"

The blonde shook his head politely, fussing with the hem of the shirt.

"I'm alright... don't worry about me."

"It's no trouble, you're the guest."

Seating myself an arms-length away from him, I handed him his drink.

"Do me the honor."

"Thank you." he said, giving me a regretful stare as if he'd inconvenienced me with his presence. "This isn't necessary...it's just me."

"You're good company, I spare no expense for such a guest." I assured him truthfully, looking at him over the rim of my wine glass. "A favored guest, none the less."

Ibuki took a sip.

"It would be careless for me to offer you drink, without food. Would you fancy something to eat?"

"I'll snack on something when I'm home." Ibuki mumbled out, raising his glass for a sip. "Once my clothes dry..."

"I guarantee you those won't be dry anytime soon, they were drenched. I doubt the storm will cease for hours."

A subtle satisfaction I took in Ibuki's condition, confined to my home. He sat on the sofa in white, silken fabric. With his delicate black choker made of ribbon. He looked like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

Along with a portion to eat, I returned to Ibuki with the bottle of wine. The bottle sat rested along the low coffee table, and Ibuki held a small dish.

A slice of pie fresh in season-a gift from a client. In the past their polite gifts of sweets and confessions were meaningless to me, but with Ibuki around I found myself grateful for the women who'd thanked me for my time with dessert. It wasn't as if I could fix the treats, myself.

"This is apple." Ibuki observed. "Perfectly in season."

"Indeed it is, enjoy. I'll refill your glass."

As Ibuki ate he sipped from his glass and we made small conversation. As he finished his food, I poured him another drink.

"You look different." Ibuki cocked his head to one side.

I immediately thought to my attire-The black slacks paired with a simple gray button up shirt. It nearly slipped my mind.

"My clothing is on the more casual side today." I affirmed to him, assuming that is what he'd been referring too. "You could say today as been 'one of those days', hm?"

Ibuki crept forward on the sofa. He came in close to me, stopping as his thigh settled just by mine. His large eyes shone gray in the lighting of my home. He looked up at me.

"Your face..."

My mouth went dry as slender fingers rubbed along my chin,

"...you have stubble."

None had ever been so bold to touch me, let alone touch my face. Ibuki was drunk.

"It's so rough..." he remarked to himself, mind muddled with alcohol.

I watched on in fascination as Ibuki brought his free hand to his own face and touched there.

"My face isn't like that at all."

It was amusing to say the least, Ibuki's observation. Suddenly, he pressed his cheek to mine. He rubbed them together.

"See? You're all scruffy, Klaus. I don't grow hair like this." Ibuki continued, feeling my stubble along his cheek and giggling. "My face is always smooth."

"What a luxury that must be." Heat ignited the path to my loins as Ibuki's body was inches away from being flush against me. "No need to shave."

His fingers held me by the shoulder to keep balanced. If I pulled him closer, he'd be in my lap. Ibuki was so trusting and close. He had no idea what danger he was bringing upon himself.

In the predator's den no less.

A wolf in sheep's clothing I was as Ibuki innocently treaded my personal space without a care or worry. The lights flickered with more thunder, before returning to normal. Outside, wind blew past my windows, howling like a wolf lost in the night. Rain pelted the roof.

"It's scary out..." Ibuki mumbled softly, endearingly frightened. "The wind..."

"What's so scary about the wind?" I asked him, carefully creeping a hand to the small of his back to tap my fingers idly. "Hm?"

Shuddering, he looked to the windows and huddled in closer to me.

"It sounds like there are wolves outside."

"Wolves?" I felt my jaw grow heavy with the urge to smile predatorily. "They're of no concern...so long as they're kept outside."

I adjusted Ibuki's position, manipulating him to straddle the perch of my knees. He lost his balance in the move and one hand slid from my shoulder. I caught It, and held it firmly.

"Do you know what wolves love?" I asked of him, my fingers devouring his hand.

"...The moon?"

Just inches away from his face, I shook my head tauntingly slow.

"No Ibuki. Wolves love sheep. One lost from its heard..." I explained. " Easy prey...all to themselves."

This succulent lad seated upon me... Every fiber of my being craved him.

"Innocent prey...the smallest..." I whispered to him "...are the big bad wolf's favorite."

"The big bad wolf?" Ibuki asked, lips still parted just so.

"Oh, yes. His hunger supersedes that of a lowly predator...he craves far more dangerously. He smells fear."

My hand moved on its own accord. Grasping Ibuki by the back of his skull, I drew his face in closer.

"Are you scared of the big bad wolf?" I murmured to him huskily

He naively shook his head, and the predatory urge charging through me boiled over.

"You should be."

My mouth was upon his and Ibuki's. He gave a soft cry. I pulled him in closer, squeezing at his flesh from over his shirt. It didn't satiate me. I flipped up the back, reaching my hand under the back to feel him directly.

"K-Klaus!" he yelped before my fingers could reach his bare skin. "I'm not wearing anything under-"

"I know very well you're bare underneath here." I told him lowly. "Believe me, Ibuki. It has not slipped my mind. Not once."

My palm touched his rear and he gasped at the contact like my heat had seared him. Snaking my hand to his pelvis, I sought out his loins. My large hand swallowed his length completely and Ibuki gave a broken cry at the touch. I could feel the slippery wetness of his tip gathered there and I stroked him slowly, spreading it over him. I kissed him wetly.

Ibuki kept his mouth open for me obediently, moaning softly when I began tugging on him. So close to me, I could smell him. He smelled of lavender and chamomile and I knew exactly which bath oils and soap he used.

He was intoxicating, his sweet aroma and sounds. And, he made me feel powerful. He reminded me just how powerful I was.

I basked in his pleasured whimpers and noticed the steady jutt of his hips in to my hand. Releasing his mouth, I stroked him more firmly and instructed for him to continue. He flushed in embarrassment and I ordered him again, squeezing his length as incentive.

"Move your hips." I ordered encouragingly, watching as Ibuki's lips quivered. "Do as your told, and use my hand."

His eyelids grew heavy as he moved. He tried lowering his face away from mine. Lips to his delicate jawline, I kissed the skin there.

His breath grew louder and airy, the pitch of his whine high with urgency. I kissed the base of his chin, and he gasped as I trailed my lips down. He fidgeted as I grew closer to the strip of black wrapped around beneath his throat, biting him just hard enough for him to feel my teeth. When he felt them, he squeaked.

"What is it, Ibuki?" I spoke in to his neck, licking back up the trail to his chin. "What troubles you?"

"I-I...Klaus-" he gasped as my fingers milked him. "I'm-"

"I believe you're close."

Truth be told, he was close to finish. Body flush, breath heavy, and eye fluttered shut, Ibuki was moments away.

Pushing him over the edge would have been easy, but I took too much enjoyment in watching him tether on the edge. He was under my control...obedient.

"Open your mouth."

In no state to argue, Ibuki obeyed. I took full reign of his vulnerability and used it to my advantage. He opened his mouth and I plunged my tongue in to his mouth, as he was helpless to me.

"Mmph!" His body convulsed with a quick lurch of his diaphragm, and his essence shot from his body to my fingers. "Nng-"

He cried out in to my mouth, my tongue unrelenting to him as I began to use up his air supply. I pulled away only when his body went limp, falling against mine.

"Why did you do that?" He shuddered, tiredly bringing his arms up around my neck.

"I enjoyed it." I answered him, grasping at his backside possessively. "I can do as I please with what's mine."

Ibuki kept quiet, not daring to challenge me. Smart lad. He knew his place.

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