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Standard disclaimers apply.
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Set Me Free
Hazy .
. Dark .
. Heavy .
. Bars .
. No, eyelashes .
Shuichi peaked through his black lashes and the colour behind them. He felt a weight on himself and suspected the remaining fatigue. The colour now forming images he saw something gold in the dim light of the candle. But it was not the candle's flame. Shuichi began to reach out towards the gold but suddenly the weight from his body shifted and grabbed his arm.
The gold spoke, "Are you alright?"
A sharp intake of breathe. It was him. Yuki. It was Yuki. Shuichi's lips remained parted as he looked at the face, tracing the contours of his features with his eyes only to end up staring into the others. They too were gold; almost unnatural for human eyes. But they actually contained a cluster of colours - green, amber and a honeyed brown. Like jewels.
"Oi." Yuki shook him a little, snapping him out of his trance-like state. Shuichi's eyes grew wide and then looked down, his cheeks burning realising that he had obviously been staring.
"I'm ok," he uttered, not actually thinking of his condition nor remembering how he fainted. He slowly looked up and around, making brief eye contact with Yuki. He began to sit up and Yuki's hands aided his movement, supporting his back as he rose and turned slightly right towards the giant double floor to ceiling windows. His cheeks made his eyes turn up a little as a small smile of relief appeared on his fragile face.
"The sun is rising." He could hear Yuki moving the sheets on the bed as he too sat up. He held Shuichi arms just above his elbows. He then brought his arms up and leant over Shuichi's shoulders, causing the boy's small frame to be forced lower from the weight. Yuki moved from behind the youth and perched his head over the younger one's left shoulder. Shuichi's blush crept back onto his cheeks, as he looked away from the windows but focusing on nothing particular.
"So," Yuki said, his golden threads tickling Shuichi's pink cheeks, "are you going to explain what happened back there or should I just call the guards to pick you up now?" Shuichi turned around sharply, suddenly remembering he was meant to be a prisoner, remembering his escape, and remembering his weakness. This was a man who had taunted him and insulted him, a man who spoke lecherously about using him for intercourse. Shuichi forced the man's arms off his shoulders in an angry motion, and stood in front of the bed, between the windows and Yuki. He barely gasped as he turned completely away from Yuki and squatted on the floor, his arms huddling his body.
"..Wh-...Why am I naked?" Although he was not facing Yuki, his blush had spread to his ears, clearly visible to Yuki's unsympathetic eyes. Shuichi's mind was in a state of panic.
"You collapsed, " Yuki finally said, adjusting his upper body so that he supported himself on his elbows, "god knows why. The King ordered that you be fed the finest dishes. As I said before, he does enjoy showing off his victories over nature." Shuichi was shaking a little now, making a smile play on Yuki's lips.
"And the need to undress me along the way..was.?"
Yuki breathed in slowly, then out again. "You were freezing cold. It wasn't normal. It felt like your body was ice." Shuichi's shaking ceased. He turned his head at an angle so that he saw Yuki's face looking up at towards the high ceiling of the luxurious room. Yuki's eyebrows suddenly drew together and he closed his eyes looking frustrated. "I'm sure that old man would've loved to have blamed the tragic loss of his prize on me." Shuichi pouted. "I could've left you to die as I'm sure you would've eventually. But I didn't. You should thank me. You should appreciate the change of accommodation. And I took off your clothes because I figured I'd lend you my body heat. I heard that's what you should do." Yuki opened his eyes, about to say something else but Shuichi was already standing, looking at Yuki. His eye-lids lowered ever so slightly as he looked down at Yuki on the bed.
"Thank you."
Yuki's eyes were fixed on the others, unable to hide the shock. Shuichi had realised that Yuki had probably saved his life. He no longer felt sickeningly cold. He could actually feel the warmth of this man on his body. It slowly flowed over his flesh like a warm lake in summer.
Sooner than Shuichi expected he regained his composure. His eyes gained a predator look and he moved so quickly Shuichi feared that he would strike him. He grabbed his arm and squeezed, making Shuichi wince.
"You're still cold." Shuichi blushed again at the contact, realising that yes, although he no longer felt painfully cold, there was still a chill, and already Yuki's heat was disappearing. Of course, he had shared the warmth of others of his kind when early spring was particularly chilly. His parents, his best friend, and even the person he respected most. It was an incredibly comfortable feeling. But it was nowhere near as powerful as the sun. He was jerked from his memories of home as he was suddenly pulled forward with immense force into Yuki's chest, the larger man's other arm wrapping around him.
"What are you-"
"This'll have to do for now." Yuki said tonelessly. His voice a little muffled to Shuichi as he was buried in the elder's large chest. And for the first time, he realised that Yuki, too, was naked. He could feel the heat burn throughout him as the blush spread over his entire body.
"It-.It won't be long before the sun is visible." Shuichi stuttered, holding Yuki's forearms with his small hands, pushing them back half- heartedly.
There was a silence in the room for a moment, and Shuichi could hear Yuki's heartbeat thumping at a steady rhythm until Yuki spoke in the same unreadable voice. "Just for a while then." He covered the nymph's porcelain body with the off-white sheets. "Sleep. And when you wake up - the sun will be up." And Yuki pulled Shuichi to lie on the huge pillows, his arm staying just below Shuichi's neck. And despite himself being annoyed at the man's forceful nature, Shuichi found himself staring at the same gold that he had woken to. Seeing Yuki staring back at him, he closed his eyes, but could not find sleep. The situation was far too intense for him. He would leave at the sun's first light and until then he would remain in the presence of this man. This man that would probably turn him to the guards. This man that had such strong arms, they could maybe crush him in his sleep. This man who irked him with his vicious tongue. This man that looked like a sun himself.
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Yuki watched the youth breathe, his chest slowly rising and falling gently. He couldn't tell if you boy was actually asleep or if this was the grace of the magical creature. He made no sound as he breathed. He had saved the boy on an impulse, not actually thinking with his mind. He had no heart. He had no feelings for Shuichi, he believed. He wouldn't fall in love with this beauty. But he would like to taste this forbidden fruit. Seeing him struggle with his breaths earlier had made his chest heavy. This must be the magic of the nymph. He was being put under a spell. But not love, because no matter what hocus-pocus the boy was conjuring he wouldn't fall in love. It was impossible for a man like himself. He raked his eyes over the younger one's body. Perhaps it wasn't a spell. Maybe he let himself be drawn to the other man. It wasn't love, though. No, he would never willingly love him. So to put a name to the feeling, it had to be passion, lust, desire.
He moved his hand from the back of Shuichi's neck along his spine, following the arch and curve until he reached the base of his back. His eyes intently watching his hand move over the soft flesh flicked to look at the boy's face. Shuichi's head had moved down and into the pillow a little. He watched his hand again as he moved it forward to settle on the boy's hip only to move slowly, gently onto his tiny waist. For the longest time he remained staring at his hand. From the little light coming from the bluing sky outside the boy's skin seemed to shimmer, as if someone had rubbed the tiniest grains of silver into his skin. The youth owed him his life. He could take whatever he wanted as payment. He could have this desirable body now. Yuki felt the heat in his lions grow. He moved his hot hand to fall into the dip that was Shuichi's waist. His waist was small like a woman's. He glared at his own hand as he squeezed the supple flesh with his fingers and the muscles beneath that skin tightened. Yuki looked up to find Shuichi looking straight at him. His eyebrow were knit together. Out of worry? Because of nerves? Or was he simply seducing him. Whatever the reason he found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the eyes staring back at him. Violet fragments sparkling as they reflected his own. They were like amethysts- almost unnatural for human eyes. But they actually contained a cluster of colours - dark orchid ,slate blue and a silver-like grey. Like jewels.
Yuki drew the boy close to him, his hand returning where it had started, on his back. To make the embrace less intimate, he pushed his groin into Shuichi's thigh. He would wait until another time. Delay the pleasure. He could feel the breath of the one next to him, shakily drawing in oxygen only to exhale it in hot puffs onto Yuki's chest.
How long could he hold back?
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Shuichi was as stiff as a board. And not like Yuki being stiff in one particular part as appose to his entire body. He could feel Yuki's erection pressing into his thigh. It was an incredibly hot area and he received the heat whether he liked it or not. Shuichi was losing heat through blushing and thus his body gladly accepted the incoming warmth from the elder man.
The way the man had touched him earlier had left a feeling of imprint upon his skin. Remembering what Yuki had said to him when he was in his cell made him feel almost prepared for what the man would do. Despite how frightened he may have been he knew that Yuki could've easily overpowered him, though for some reason the youth wasn't particularly planning on putting up a fight. He would escape tomorrow morning.
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~tbc~
Well stick a hairdryer up my ass and turn it on! I can't believe I actually updated [I'm sure most of you share this feeling of utter disbelief xD] I've already started chapter 5 where Ryuichi will be appearing in the plot. This is the longest chapter so far and it will probably stay that way! ? can't write long chapters.
Um..if you liked it please review [no threats or flames please, although I say this I'm sure people will want to maim me for taking so long to update 3]
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Standard disclaimers apply.
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Set Me Free
Hazy .
. Dark .
. Heavy .
. Bars .
. No, eyelashes .
Shuichi peaked through his black lashes and the colour behind them. He felt a weight on himself and suspected the remaining fatigue. The colour now forming images he saw something gold in the dim light of the candle. But it was not the candle's flame. Shuichi began to reach out towards the gold but suddenly the weight from his body shifted and grabbed his arm.
The gold spoke, "Are you alright?"
A sharp intake of breathe. It was him. Yuki. It was Yuki. Shuichi's lips remained parted as he looked at the face, tracing the contours of his features with his eyes only to end up staring into the others. They too were gold; almost unnatural for human eyes. But they actually contained a cluster of colours - green, amber and a honeyed brown. Like jewels.
"Oi." Yuki shook him a little, snapping him out of his trance-like state. Shuichi's eyes grew wide and then looked down, his cheeks burning realising that he had obviously been staring.
"I'm ok," he uttered, not actually thinking of his condition nor remembering how he fainted. He slowly looked up and around, making brief eye contact with Yuki. He began to sit up and Yuki's hands aided his movement, supporting his back as he rose and turned slightly right towards the giant double floor to ceiling windows. His cheeks made his eyes turn up a little as a small smile of relief appeared on his fragile face.
"The sun is rising." He could hear Yuki moving the sheets on the bed as he too sat up. He held Shuichi arms just above his elbows. He then brought his arms up and leant over Shuichi's shoulders, causing the boy's small frame to be forced lower from the weight. Yuki moved from behind the youth and perched his head over the younger one's left shoulder. Shuichi's blush crept back onto his cheeks, as he looked away from the windows but focusing on nothing particular.
"So," Yuki said, his golden threads tickling Shuichi's pink cheeks, "are you going to explain what happened back there or should I just call the guards to pick you up now?" Shuichi turned around sharply, suddenly remembering he was meant to be a prisoner, remembering his escape, and remembering his weakness. This was a man who had taunted him and insulted him, a man who spoke lecherously about using him for intercourse. Shuichi forced the man's arms off his shoulders in an angry motion, and stood in front of the bed, between the windows and Yuki. He barely gasped as he turned completely away from Yuki and squatted on the floor, his arms huddling his body.
"..Wh-...Why am I naked?" Although he was not facing Yuki, his blush had spread to his ears, clearly visible to Yuki's unsympathetic eyes. Shuichi's mind was in a state of panic.
"You collapsed, " Yuki finally said, adjusting his upper body so that he supported himself on his elbows, "god knows why. The King ordered that you be fed the finest dishes. As I said before, he does enjoy showing off his victories over nature." Shuichi was shaking a little now, making a smile play on Yuki's lips.
"And the need to undress me along the way..was.?"
Yuki breathed in slowly, then out again. "You were freezing cold. It wasn't normal. It felt like your body was ice." Shuichi's shaking ceased. He turned his head at an angle so that he saw Yuki's face looking up at towards the high ceiling of the luxurious room. Yuki's eyebrows suddenly drew together and he closed his eyes looking frustrated. "I'm sure that old man would've loved to have blamed the tragic loss of his prize on me." Shuichi pouted. "I could've left you to die as I'm sure you would've eventually. But I didn't. You should thank me. You should appreciate the change of accommodation. And I took off your clothes because I figured I'd lend you my body heat. I heard that's what you should do." Yuki opened his eyes, about to say something else but Shuichi was already standing, looking at Yuki. His eye-lids lowered ever so slightly as he looked down at Yuki on the bed.
"Thank you."
Yuki's eyes were fixed on the others, unable to hide the shock. Shuichi had realised that Yuki had probably saved his life. He no longer felt sickeningly cold. He could actually feel the warmth of this man on his body. It slowly flowed over his flesh like a warm lake in summer.
Sooner than Shuichi expected he regained his composure. His eyes gained a predator look and he moved so quickly Shuichi feared that he would strike him. He grabbed his arm and squeezed, making Shuichi wince.
"You're still cold." Shuichi blushed again at the contact, realising that yes, although he no longer felt painfully cold, there was still a chill, and already Yuki's heat was disappearing. Of course, he had shared the warmth of others of his kind when early spring was particularly chilly. His parents, his best friend, and even the person he respected most. It was an incredibly comfortable feeling. But it was nowhere near as powerful as the sun. He was jerked from his memories of home as he was suddenly pulled forward with immense force into Yuki's chest, the larger man's other arm wrapping around him.
"What are you-"
"This'll have to do for now." Yuki said tonelessly. His voice a little muffled to Shuichi as he was buried in the elder's large chest. And for the first time, he realised that Yuki, too, was naked. He could feel the heat burn throughout him as the blush spread over his entire body.
"It-.It won't be long before the sun is visible." Shuichi stuttered, holding Yuki's forearms with his small hands, pushing them back half- heartedly.
There was a silence in the room for a moment, and Shuichi could hear Yuki's heartbeat thumping at a steady rhythm until Yuki spoke in the same unreadable voice. "Just for a while then." He covered the nymph's porcelain body with the off-white sheets. "Sleep. And when you wake up - the sun will be up." And Yuki pulled Shuichi to lie on the huge pillows, his arm staying just below Shuichi's neck. And despite himself being annoyed at the man's forceful nature, Shuichi found himself staring at the same gold that he had woken to. Seeing Yuki staring back at him, he closed his eyes, but could not find sleep. The situation was far too intense for him. He would leave at the sun's first light and until then he would remain in the presence of this man. This man that would probably turn him to the guards. This man that had such strong arms, they could maybe crush him in his sleep. This man who irked him with his vicious tongue. This man that looked like a sun himself.
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Yuki watched the youth breathe, his chest slowly rising and falling gently. He couldn't tell if you boy was actually asleep or if this was the grace of the magical creature. He made no sound as he breathed. He had saved the boy on an impulse, not actually thinking with his mind. He had no heart. He had no feelings for Shuichi, he believed. He wouldn't fall in love with this beauty. But he would like to taste this forbidden fruit. Seeing him struggle with his breaths earlier had made his chest heavy. This must be the magic of the nymph. He was being put under a spell. But not love, because no matter what hocus-pocus the boy was conjuring he wouldn't fall in love. It was impossible for a man like himself. He raked his eyes over the younger one's body. Perhaps it wasn't a spell. Maybe he let himself be drawn to the other man. It wasn't love, though. No, he would never willingly love him. So to put a name to the feeling, it had to be passion, lust, desire.
He moved his hand from the back of Shuichi's neck along his spine, following the arch and curve until he reached the base of his back. His eyes intently watching his hand move over the soft flesh flicked to look at the boy's face. Shuichi's head had moved down and into the pillow a little. He watched his hand again as he moved it forward to settle on the boy's hip only to move slowly, gently onto his tiny waist. For the longest time he remained staring at his hand. From the little light coming from the bluing sky outside the boy's skin seemed to shimmer, as if someone had rubbed the tiniest grains of silver into his skin. The youth owed him his life. He could take whatever he wanted as payment. He could have this desirable body now. Yuki felt the heat in his lions grow. He moved his hot hand to fall into the dip that was Shuichi's waist. His waist was small like a woman's. He glared at his own hand as he squeezed the supple flesh with his fingers and the muscles beneath that skin tightened. Yuki looked up to find Shuichi looking straight at him. His eyebrow were knit together. Out of worry? Because of nerves? Or was he simply seducing him. Whatever the reason he found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the eyes staring back at him. Violet fragments sparkling as they reflected his own. They were like amethysts- almost unnatural for human eyes. But they actually contained a cluster of colours - dark orchid ,slate blue and a silver-like grey. Like jewels.
Yuki drew the boy close to him, his hand returning where it had started, on his back. To make the embrace less intimate, he pushed his groin into Shuichi's thigh. He would wait until another time. Delay the pleasure. He could feel the breath of the one next to him, shakily drawing in oxygen only to exhale it in hot puffs onto Yuki's chest.
How long could he hold back?
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Shuichi was as stiff as a board. And not like Yuki being stiff in one particular part as appose to his entire body. He could feel Yuki's erection pressing into his thigh. It was an incredibly hot area and he received the heat whether he liked it or not. Shuichi was losing heat through blushing and thus his body gladly accepted the incoming warmth from the elder man.
The way the man had touched him earlier had left a feeling of imprint upon his skin. Remembering what Yuki had said to him when he was in his cell made him feel almost prepared for what the man would do. Despite how frightened he may have been he knew that Yuki could've easily overpowered him, though for some reason the youth wasn't particularly planning on putting up a fight. He would escape tomorrow morning.
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~tbc~
Well stick a hairdryer up my ass and turn it on! I can't believe I actually updated [I'm sure most of you share this feeling of utter disbelief xD] I've already started chapter 5 where Ryuichi will be appearing in the plot. This is the longest chapter so far and it will probably stay that way! ? can't write long chapters.
Um..if you liked it please review [no threats or flames please, although I say this I'm sure people will want to maim me for taking so long to update 3]
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