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anything to kiss you again, and if you want that, I want that too, but listen to me,” Kai said, watching as the sunset settled over the distance with the most striking of violets, storm clouds and sun, as if the two had anything to do with each other. His thoughts were a run on sentence and his soul a train wreck. “Dorian, I'll come back if you want, run the shop, be there when you come home. You don't have to suck my cock to make me come home.” “Kai, what if I want to? And I've wanted to for a long time, but you're such a stubborn fucking bastard that you wouldn't take a hint.” “You were young and innocent,” Kai objected, his broken hand moving to push hair out of his face, then stopping, just leaving the pale brown tangle for the wind to pick up. It was a habit as old as either of them could remember, and Dorian reached out to brush the lazy hair back, his fingers gentle against Kai's face. “I was with the company before I was ten and you were the more innocent one, if I remember. Kai, you're only two years older than I am, in the human world. Why do you always want to make that into a decade? I was nineteen when we met and that was six years ago. Why do you want to make me into a baby in your head? So you wouldn't want me?” “I want to protect you, that's all. I just want to make everything good for you,” Kai said, emotional confusion in his voice. Sex had not always been a good thing for him. There were reasons he'd become a yakuza before he'd been picked up by the company. “I don't know what's right.” “Kiss me again, Kai, please?” Dorian asked. There was a vulnerability that cut all the way through to Kai's heart, that would have made him walk over broken glass to do anything for Dorian. It set aside his fears from the past, his angst and guilt; everything that wasn't passion or Dorian's pleasure burned up in that vulnerable plea. Kai moved closer, this time watching his shorter lover, because Dorian had become his lover with that request. Those dark eyes watched him with hope and such innocence. Kai had always seen innocence in Dorian, and behind that an openness that could have left the man unprotected. As nice as Kai wanted to be, the invitation woke a hunger in him. “What if I want more than a kiss, damn it, Dorian? What if I really want to take you back to my room and touch you?” “Touch me? I was rather hoping you might fuck me, and let me fuck you,” Dorian said, “Come on, have you never thought about it? About what it would feel like to have my cock in your ass?” “Oh my god,” Kai growled, jerking Dorian close, one hand going down to cup the hard curve of his ass through the fine wool of his slacks, to call the shorter man's bluff, “Where did you learn to talk so goddamn dirty? Your cock in my ass? What about your tongue stuck up my ass?” Dorian rocked his hips against Kai's leg, rolling his hard excitement against him. “Sounds good to me, Kai.” “Shhh, don't say anything else,” Kai said, backing Dorian up the beach, towards the little path which led back towards the bed and breakfast where he'd been living. It was new, so new, this invitation to touch someone he'd loved so deeply for so long. “I don't know what I'm doing with this, Dori--with us. Shhh, just listen to me for a minute, okay? Sex is like money, I trade it for things I want. People fuck me, they don't love me, but you're different. You're Dorian and I need you. Just the thought of touching you makes me so hard I think, maybe I've never really been hard before. You get that? That I've never done this before, touching someone I love. I can't just fuck you, Dori.” Dorian bit his lip, hand again fisted in Kai's black tee-shirt as he backed up the path towards the big gray house. “So make love to me,” he said. “Tell me how you want to touch me.” “Aren't you even a little afraid of me,” Kai growled, catching up, reaching around Dorian to rub his back with a not ruined hand. “I'm a scary bastard.” The wind stirred Kai's hair as excitement woke power he'd hidden away. Sex had never had that effect on him before, touched his more dangerous nature at all. “Who do you think you're talking to, Dragon boy,” Dorian asked, his body pressed closely to the slender tall body of the man he loved. “You've been out of town a while and I've learned some new tricks.” The air began to glow as his fingers traced symbols into the air. “Some of them are really good.” There wasn't any smoke or light, no darkness, just the blink of an eye and they were back in Kai's room. Dorian grabbed hold of Kai, an arm easily reaching around him as he steadied himself. The power of the teleport pulled energy from the spell that hid his ears, so now the delicate pointy tips were clearly visible, three gold rings in one and a jewel for the mastery of water on the other. “Holy shit, you gained a rank and mastered water? I've only been gone six months,” Kai said, fingers reaching wonderingly towards the teardrop shaped gem hanging from Dorian's ear tip. “You were afraid of water.” “I thought it would be good to face my fears, and you should know time is not the same in Underhill as it is here. Many things have changed.” © 2006 Nix Winter |
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