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Yuki shivered, but not from the evening chill as he sat on the balustrade outside his room at Twilight Hall; he was so lost in thought he barely noticed the cool night around him. No, the shiver was due to those very thoughts and where they inevitably kept centering. He stared unseeing out at the grounds, but still he caught the tall, pale figure in his periphery, striding across the balcony toward him. Yuki had the distinct feeling that he would see him anywhere, in any crowd, or in any dark space; Yuki's eye would always find him, and that left him feeling both warm and confused.
Tall, lean and lanky but exquisitely muscled from his time as an Infernal soldier and wielding ROXASS. His dark hair fluttered around his neck and under his chin, playing with the collar of the lightweight tee he wore. His charcoal eyes locked on Yuki as he approached, expression stoic as always but there was a warmth there that only Yuki got to see. Yuki shivered again, an effect the other man seemed to have on him more and more of late, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could not talk about it.
Luka.
Always, Yuki's thoughts went to Luka. To the devotion the Opast showed, to the kindness and warmth that seemed reserved solely for him. At first he'd chalked it up to the covenant between them, to the fact that Yuki was technically Luka's master. However, there were little things, lingering looks, comforting touches, certain actions that bespoke a caring far beyond what a contract could entail. Strange to think of caring from a demon, even a defected one, but Yuki noticed the behaviors far too often to call them anything but deliberate.
Yuki knew they had a history from his past life, a history he couldn't recall but a history nonetheless, and with no less power over them now for his ignorance. Obviously his previous incarnation had wanted to forget for a reason, but Yuki wished desperately that he could at least remember Luka. When the Opast hugged him, held him, Yuki imagined that was how the embrace of a lover would feel; he had no personal experience to draw on for comparison. There was an echoing sentiment of that feeling there inside him all the same -almost familiar but foreign as well- but it made warmth blossom in his chest and made a sharp, hollow ache form in his gut.
A secret part of him, a part that had only really awoken since he'd met Luka, wanted that deeper connection to the Opast; craved it even, though he was frustrated by his lack of understanding why he craved it . With Luka's arms around him, even briefly, Yuki's body would come alive as never before; electric tingles over every nerve and a new awareness of all that was around him, every sense dialed up to eleven.
More often than not, as they would part, in that moment before Luka looked away, Yuki would catch a glimpse of something warm and longing and sad and maybe even a little hungry before the mask of cool indifference returned for everyone else.
Yuki barely startled at all when those same arms -along with a throw blanket- were wrapped around him from behind, bringing Luka's chest against Yuki's back; a mimicry of the embrace he'd just been ruminating over. Luka's breath on his bare shoulder made him gasp and the familiar scent filled Yuki's lungs; a scent that brought to mind wood smoke and deep forests. Ozone and green, like damp forest floor after a storm. The arms lingered a moment, just holding him again, and Yuki felt that same, familiar sentiment. 'This is how he would hold me if we were lovers,' Yuki thought, blushing and ducking his head.
“You'll get sick sitting out here in nothing but your sleeping pants, Yuki. Being the Light of God is no replacement for common sense,” Luka admonished gently, deep voice vibrating beside Yuki's ear, and feeling Yuki shiver, Luka wrapped the blanket tighter before moving to sit beside him. Yuki immediately missed the arms around him, the warmth at his back that had nothing to do with the blanket.
Leaning against the stone baluster and looking up at the stars, looking over the grounds, looking anywhere but at Yuki, Luka dreaded what was coming, yet he longed for it as well. The inner turmoil was exhausting; wanting to be nothing more than a steadfast companion and protector for this new Yuki, while at the same time fighting the call of the soul inside the vessel that wanted -needed- them to become lovers once more.
He wanted nothing more than to heed that call except for the promises he'd made, and though it caused him no end of pain, he was a demon of his word to his core.
Luka allowed himself little things, nothing... untoward... just a lingering, casual affection that felt anything but casual to him. He memorized the bright citrus and cedar scent of Yuki -so different from his predecessor's floral sakura blossom scent-, and the quiet way he emanated power -a subtle thrum along Luka's every nerve- just to stay sane and keep his mind on the job at hand and not the bow of pink lips or the strip of pale skin exposed when Yuki reached just so. Luka knew he didn't have a right to linger on such things, which was why he was so. Fucking. Conflicted.
There was a line he would not cross though, no matter how his Opast nature pushed and goaded him. Denying his intrinsic inclinations was habitual now, he'd been doing it for so long, but the closer Yuki got to him, the longer they were in contact, the more of himself Zess revealed, the louder that intrinsic nature became... and the harder it was to ignore.
The questions he'd seen in those lovely, golden eyes lately had damn near been his undoing, which led them here...
“Luka, could we... co-could I talk... to you?” Yuki's quiet voice broke his reverie and Luka turned his head slowly, catching his golden-hazel eyes, and nodded; beautiful eyes that stayed the same, no matter the incarnation, and always caused him a pang of heart sickness remembering the way those eyes used to burn for him, filled with desire and love and pain and madness in equal turns. He could no more refuse than run Yuki through with Roxass.
Luka sighed.“Of course. Come inside, then we'll talk.”
As Yuki went to stand and step, his footing gave way and he yelped. Before he could so much as stumble, Luka had him, supporting his weight easily with one strong arm around Yuki's middle, pulling his side against his body. The warmth and size of Yuki against Luka's side fit a niche and felt very much like it belonged there. Still. Again.
“My foot's asleep,” Yuki gave a sheepish smile and then winced as he went to bear weight on his left foot. Luka rolled his eyes and, with a small, private smile, swept the young man into his arms, causing another tiny yelp and equally tiny protests as The Light of God was carried bridal-style into his own bedroom. Luka deposited Yuki on his bed, throw blanket still around him, then turned to go sit in the high backed chair across the room. A warm hand around his wrist stopped him.
“Would you … please, uhm... please sit by me, Luka?” Yuki felt that he would need Luka's nearness for this conversation, ironic as that seemed. The Opast sighed heavily, as though it would cost him something to do so, but he obliged, sitting close, but not too close. It was better than across the room, so Yuki counted it as a win.
“Thank you. I'm sorry if it-” he was silenced by a slender, claw tipped finger to his lips.
“What was it you wanted to talk about?” the Opast asked softly, although Luka knew damn well what. He'd felt this building from the beginning, from the time he'd revealed himself to Yuki. From the first moment their eyes had met, Yuki had known, had at least sensed, the familiarity, and the more time they spent together the more that familiarity grew to the point where Luka was surprised it had taken this long to come up.
Luka might have laughed if the situation weren't so fucking tragic: Yuki, the former, wanted to forget everything, even him, but this new Yuki wanted nothing more than to remember. The soul inside cared not for either incarnation's bullshit. That soul wanted Luka.
Yuki took a deep breath before meeting Luka's mercurial eyes. “You miss her -me, I mean- from before. When you're with me... I mean, when we touch...” He cut himself off with a frustrated growl, unable to find the words he wanted, unable to articulate his feelings. He took another deep breath, squaring his shoulders and steeling himself, looking Luka in the eye. “We were lovers before. I know it. I feel it, sometimes, when we're together." Yuki looked away, blushing, apparently abandoned by his boldness now.
It was Luka's turn to take a deep breath. He had hoped that his pathetic mooning would go unnoticed, but Yuki was too smart, becoming too observant in his time with the Zweilt.
“Yes, Yuki, we were." He looked down, mentally kicked himself for his cowardice, then looked back up into Yuki's face, emulating his strength for the words he needed now. "I loved your former incarnation very much. She was... everything to me, my whole existence was for her. Even as she shared the pain of the Zweilt and fell into madness. I-I loved her." Not a lie, not at all, just not the whole truth.
Regardless, with every word Luka watched Yuki's expression darken and fall until Luka's heart broke... right along with his resolve. He was surprised. really; Yuki should've been able to hear the cacophony inside his chest as it all cracked like glacial ice and then shattered like glass. Unexpectedly, Yuki threw his arms around Luka's neck and shoulders, clinging tightly and trembling.
"You must miss her so, so much, Luka!" And Luka, for all his age and wealth of experience, wasn't sure how to respond except to wrap his arms around Yuki and hold him as he cried for a grief that was not even his own. He quieted, pulling away far enough to look into Luka's face as he continued, "And then to have me here reminding you of that, of her, every time you look at me. I'm soo sorry. I'm... I'm male" -he choked out the word as though it pained him- "this time. I wish I could be her again for you, but I'm just me and-"
Luka almost laughed, but instead pulled away enough to lift Yuki's face gently so he could meet tearful eyes -more hazel than gold in his anguish-, caressing those tears from soft, flushed cheeks and bared his soul to the soul he loved.
“Don't you see, Yuki?” Luka began softly, “The physical vessel makes no difference to me, it's your soul that draws me." Luka carded his fingers back through the soft sandy locks, before bringing them to rest on his neck gently and bringing their brows together. "Oh, Yuki. Your soul calls to me. I've held back because you, the you before, she told me... she didn't want to remember. Not even me,” it pained him to admit that, like those broken shards of his resolve had turned on him, tearing in his chest as he continued.
“I needed to honor that for her, so I've kept my distance from you, admiring from afar as I watched you grow from a beautiful child into a beautiful young man, no matter how much I died inside. It's been so hard to fight, but make no mistake, I love you , Yuki. I would love you no matter the vessel. Though, the more I know you , this you , the deeper my feelings run. I-I cannot help it." Luka half shrugged, a little sheepish and a little vulnerable with his heart on his sleeve like this. He would only ever be this vulnerable with Yuki, no matter the incarnation.
Yuki had never seen such a look on Luka's face, in his eyes, before and it made his heart skip and his stomach do somersaults. The words left him speechless for a moment; Luka loved him? Loved his former incarnation, but also, this one? This Yuki? Him?
"No one's ever loved me, not like that." Yuki looked deep into Luka's pewter eyes and found the most profound devotion he'd ever seen in anyone, but also a heat that he'd never seen from anyone, and suddenly an answering heat burst to life inside him, like an inferno in his chest and blood. Luka looked about him for a moment, and not finding whatever he sought, pulled off his soft sleeping tee-shirt and used it to wipe Yuki's tear stained face.
Yuki felt a rush of that same heat -not only to his cheeks but to his groin as well- at seeing the Opast's well honed body bared. Whipcord and wiry, he was all lean, rangy muscle; slim and deceptively -demonically- strong, under milk glass skin with not a body hair in sight. The scent of him in the cloth of his shirt, so close to Yuki's face when he sniffled, made that heat flare in his blood so fast his head spun. The warmth Yuki could feel on his own bare chest coming from the other man was stunning and he looked up into Luka's silver gaze, hoping the blush in his cheeks would be attributed to his crying.
Yuki chewed the corner of his lip in thought, body still radiating doubt, but also a hunger that Luka could feel pouring off the younger man in waves. This poor, affection starved creature was so very hungry for the kinds of things Luka wanted to give him; words and loyalty were a good start, but Luka wanted nothing more than to show Yuki. Physical affection had always been... difficult for the Opast after his time in Infernus; he needed to show Yuki, and himself, that that time was behind him, and Yuki -this Yuki- and the Zweilt were his future. Still. Again.
"Let me show you, Yuki," Luka whispered as he cradled the back of Yuki's head with one hand. The other he brought forward, caressing his jaw and throat, down to lie over his bare chest, resting over his sternum and feeling Yuki's heart pounding, strong and healthy and whole, beneath his hand. Luka watched Yuki's eyes darken and felt his breath hitch in his chest, felt Yuki's body tremble subtly against his own. Luka pulled him gently closer, only a breath of body-warmed space between their bare skin, whispering against his lips. "Please. Let me show you."
Luka hovered there, breathing Yuki's breath, until he felt the barely whispered words against his own lips; "Oh, Luka,” Yuki gasped, “yes, please yes."
The Opast in him wanted nothing more than to ravage the Light of God now. Take him hard and fast and over and over. He'd been so patient, had waited so long. He gritted his teeth, battling that dark urge inside him. That inlaid darkness reared up and he felt the most powerful desire to howl and fuck and possess in a rutting fit for the lowliest duras.
Instead, Luka took a deep, centering breath that filled his lungs with Yuki's pure, bright scent and gently brought their lips together in an almost chaste kiss. Their lips slipped together, slotting softly like they belonged there. Luka knew this was Yuki's first kiss -first everything- and he'd not ruin it by getting overzealous.
It would be the sweetest torture, drawing out the night, drawing out Yuki's pleasure and his own, and the possibilities that spun out before them played behind Luka's eyelids as he tilted his head to the side, still only lips touching Yuki's until they began to move against Luka's own. He'd not been prepared for the way the young man kissing him back would feel; like the sun and the sum of all his eons of existence meant nothing compared to this moment.
Poor Yuki seemed almost shocked, like someone who'd gotten precisely what it was they wanted but didn't know what to do with it now that they had it. Luka smiled into the kiss, he couldn't help it, but the action made one of his fangs graze Yuki's lip, and the young man let out the most delicious gasp and Luka felt a shudder wrack the smaller body in his arms. Luka deepened the kiss then, gently stroking his tongue along the seam of Yuki's lips until the Light of God finally parted his lips on another soft gasp.
Yuki melted then, and Luka felt him surrender to his body's yearning instinct and let go of his inhibitions, allowing their tongues to dance and slide sinuously as he pulled Luka closer with his arms around Luka's shoulders, fingernails digging into the muscles of his back and adding that tiny edge of pain that amplified every other sensation.
For Luka, there was a discordant sense of new-and-yet-familiar to the movements, the tastes and sensations, and it made everything that much more intense. Luka stroked down Yuki's back, recognizing the feel of the skin beneath his palms even as the shoulder blades were wider and the spine slightly longer. He knew without a doubt that the lightest brush of claws along Yuki's spine would make the flesh rise in bumps, but he was pleasantly surprised when the touch made Yuki moan softly into their kiss and shiver violently in Luka's arms.
Luka broke away, panting, and stood, slowly shucking his dark leather pants -presumptuously, maybe-, and tossing them aside. When he stood back to his full height and met Yuki's eyes, they were wide and hot, looking over Luka's body with intense interest, but under that there was a trepidation that immediately cooled Luka's lust.
“Yuki? We don't have to-” Yuki held up a hand to shush him, and just continued to stare, eyes roaming over the length of the Opast's body, head to toe and back pausing only over Luka's cock which was softening in his uncertainty. “Yuki, please say something. Do you want to stop?” Luka whispered fervently. That made Yuki's head snap up to meet his silver eyes.
“No! No Luka, I don't want to stop. You're just so beautiful, so perfect, I don't understand why you'd want t-” Luka was there, lifting him to his feet and kissing him soundly to silence his uncertainty. He maybe should be upset, but instead Yuki answered the kiss immediately this time, meeting Luka's tongue with his own and tasting the Opast, really paying attention, for the first time; his mouth tasted sweet, that just right amount, not overpowering, but under that still there was the smokey forest storm taste that Yuki loved about Luka's scent. He pulled Luka closer and the smoky petrichor that was Luka's natural scent enveloped Yuki.
Yuki felt lightheaded, intoxicated on the scent and taste, the pleasure of kissing, having his body pressed skin to burning skin with the man who loved him... and who he loved in return , he realized suddenly. That revelation was heavy, and Yuki almost froze at the thought, but the feeling of Luka's lips, mouth and body on his grounded him even as it sent him soaring. Yuki brought his hands up and down the soft skin of Luka's back, lost in the kiss as he was, he was surprised to realize he was dangerously close to Luka's backside.
The thought made him shiver; he'd never touched anyone there. It was another tell of his inexperience, but judging by the way Luka touched and kissed him -being naked, it wasn't as though he could hide his arousal- he hardly seemed to notice.
Indeed, maybe it didn't. This was their first time together after all.
With Yuki's arms up around his shoulders, Luka had room to float his hands over expanses of soft, pale skin -not as pale as his own of course, but still pale for a human, like most of the other Zweilt. Retracting his claws almost all the way, he stroked Yuki's back, gently dragging claw tips across skin and feeling the trails of rising bumps in his wake. Luka went slowly, touching along the spine counting the bump of each vertebra and letting them create a rhythm under his fingers that Yuki was unconsciously mimicking in their kiss, in the way he moved his lips and thrust his tongue.
Luka's trailing fingers stopped at the waistband of Yuki's sleep pants where they sat low on his hips. He dipped one claw beneath the elastic, scratching lightly, to get Yuki's attention. He tensed, broke their kiss and looked at Luka; cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and pleasure drunk glaze over his glowing, golden-hazel eyes. Luka was ridiculously pleased with himself.
“May I remove these?” Luka purred. “I would very much like to see you, to touch you, if I may? Please, Yuki?” Luka watched Yuki's face flush a deeper crimson as he nodded, seeming transfixed. His eyes, though, darkened with his desire for Luka's eyes on him, no matter his embarrassment.
Luka went slowly to his knees, holding Yuki's heated gaze as he planted open mouthed, butterfly kisses down his chest and abdomen as he went. The muscles jumped under his lips, and Yuki's gaze darkened as Luka kissed lower, then flickered his tongue out to taste his skin; a hint of soap from his earlier shower, but under that was his own natural bright flavor that was found in his scent.
As Luka settled before the young man, he looked up into Yuki's eyes to gauge his reaction at the sight before him; Luka knew he was attractive, and being on his knees before Yuki must be quite the sight for the young man. He was flushed, blushing but also aroused, and staring intently down at Luka as though spellbound. Luka reached up slowly and began to pull at the soft cloth covering Yuki's legs. Yuki said nothing, but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Yuki? Do you want to stop?” Luka kept his voice low, but less sultry. Yuki opened his eyes and shook his head.
“No, no I don't want to stop Luka,” he whispered, and so slowly again, giving the younger man time to stop him if he needed to after all, Luka stripped the soft sleep pants from the young man's slender hips. Luka worked the loose pants over firm cock and pale buttocks and smooth, nearly-hairless thighs, down lean-muscled calves and over perfect feet -at least Luka thought so-, until they were cast aside with his own.
Luka looked back up his body and the fact that Yuki wasn't literally in flames was a miracle; his face was scarlet with mortification. He stood tense, head firmly down and eyes closed tight, hands held over his erection -for he was still hard, despite his mortification, which Luka thought was possibly the most embarrassing thing of all for him.
Luka was startled by how quickly his expression had gone from heated to humiliated. Young mortal foolishness, to be so shamed by their own bodies and desires.
“Yuki?” Luka kept his voice calm, but Yuki just shook his head a little. “Please look at me. Look into my eyes,” slowly after a deep breath he complied, raising his eyes enough to meet Luka's gaze, and the vulnerability Luka saw broke his heart all over again. “Yuki, you've no reason to hide, no reason to be ashamed.” Luka planted more soft kisses around Yuki's navel, inadvertently pressing his chest against Yuki's knuckles over his stone hard cock in the process, and the sound that he made -part gasp, part strangled moan- would've brought Luka to his knees were he not already there. He gently stroked his hands up and down Yuki's flanks, as though calming a skittish beast.
“Oh, Yuki. You say I'm beautiful, but you're just as beautiful to me,” and he poured all of his love, all of his adoration and worship and all the tender things that were reserved solely for this man into his eyes and now the Light of God was near tears. Again. “Do you not believe that I love you? Desire you? Do you not believe that you're beautiful?” Yuki shook his head, but Luka needed more, needed the words. “Say it, Yuki. Tell me what you see in my eyes.”
Yuki looked puzzled, hesitated, and Luka nodded his encouragement. “I believe.... I believe you love me, and... that you think I'm beautiful,” he murmured softly. That wasn't what Luka had said, but he wasn't about to nitpick while on his knees. Luka reached up and gently pinched one of Yuki's nipples just to let him know he'd been caught and the younger man gasp-moaned again, making Luka's skin rise in bumps.
“Again, I want to hear you. I want to hear the lust in your voice as I make love to you.” Yuki looked puzzled again until Luka entwined his fingers with Yuki's where they had relaxed their hiding of his erection, and he pulled them behind his back, wrapping his arms around Yuki's hips.
At the same time, Luka opened his mouth, taking Yuki's hard cock between his lips, swirling his tongue around the head before taking him all the way inside, planting his nose in the Light of God's downy pubic hair. When he inhaled the scent of Yuki's musk it ruined him forever; crisp and spicy and earthy. Masculine in a way that surprised him, that clash of new and familiar hitting Luka in the gut all over again. Funny, that, when he had Yuki's cock in his mouth.
“Oh ! Luka!” Yuki squirmed and cried out, pulled his hands where Luka still held them behind his back and moaned when he realized he was still restrained. Luka hollowed his cheeks as he drew his mouth back along the shaft slowly, feeling Yuki's cock and hips both twitch as he firmed his lips around the flared head and then -at Yuki's continued inarticulateness- he popped off the end, letting go completely to a gasped denial from the man above him.
“I told you to keep saying the words, Yuki. Don't stop or I will,” Luka purred again with a smirk and ran his tongue up the big vein on the underside of Yuki's cock, flickering his tongue into the slit and moaning at the taste that burst on his tongue. Yuki's lips parted on another moan and he blushed prettily, dazedly nodding once. Luka took Yuki's cock back into his mouth, sucking hard as he tugged the hands in his -reminding Yuki of his restraint- and then swallowing Yuki down once more.
“Oh! You ah l-love me!” As Luka looked up through his lashes, he met Yuki's eyes and swallowed around the cock in his mouth, and another shudder rippled through the younger man's body. “You desire mmme! Oh Luka!” Little twitches in the narrow hips beneath where their hands rested against his buttocks told him Yuki was getting close. He redoubled his efforts, quickening his pace, hollowing his cheeks, flickering his tongue in just the right places until Yuki tensed and began instinctively moving his hips, all the while howling out for Luka please, Luka!
'That's it,' Luka thought, 'fuck my mouth, take your pleasure from me and know that I love you.'
“Oh, oh Luka, Luka! Y-you love me, l-l-love hmph me-ohhhh!” And Luka felt the cock in his mouth engorge further, thickening in his throat before Yuki's scalding, salty-sweet come sprayed the back of his throat and coated his tongue. Luka gagged, swallowed, and again, but still some slipped past the corner of his mouth and down his chin as Yuki's body shuddered out the last of its climax in Luka's mouth.
Knees giving out, Yuki crumpled backward onto the bed, body shaking and heaving for breath. Luka crawled up beside him to wrap him close and took a moment to calm his own burning need; counting all the levels of Infernus and all the different types of demons that resided there. He thought about rutting himself off against Yuki's pale thigh, but the younger man would need time after his climax to process all that had happened, and they had all night. The Opast had almost infinite stamina; he hoped he could keep up with Yuki, he thought with a grin.
Yuki looked over at him, wide eyed, and Luka chose that exact moment to swipe the stray bit of come from the corner of his mouth with a finger and lick it clean, making Yuki's eyes go that much wider and that much darker, all over again.
Then, to Luka's utter shock, Yuki leaned up to flick his tongue at the same corner of Luka's mouth before grabbing the finger and pulling it to his own mouth, hesitating only a split second before sucking the digit inside. Luka groaned, the warm wet slick of tongue around his finger the most divine torture, and Yuki looked up from beneath his lashes and met Luka's eyes with nothing but fire and want burning in the now much darker hazel depths.
It was almost disconcerting. Luka had not anticipated this wantonness from Yuki. Shy, yes, and there were tells of his inexperience certainly. He was almost shocked by the glimpses and moments of almost rakish behavior from the Light of God. They were not unwelcome, just... unexpected.
“Are you alright?” Luka asked as he took his hand back and let it rest on Yuki's chest as he stared down at Yuki. His concern must have shown on his face because the younger man was pensive for a moment before answering.
“I think I'm better than I've ever been. It's like... I don't know.... I just feel... lighter. Like a weight I didn't even know about is just gone. ” Luka hadn't expected that either, and before he could even ask for it, Yuki continued. “It's not what you'd think, I'm not even sure how to explain this feeling, honestly. It's just...” Yuki seemed at a loss but he looked... relaxed, sated. Happy, and with as much horror and pain and evil as he'd experienced recently as a new member of the Zweilt, he hadn't had nearly enough happy. Luka was proud to have brought him that, but suddenly Yuki's expression shifted to concern as he twitched his leg, and Luka realized that his own still-erect cock was pressed against Yuki's thigh.
“I feel so selfish; you gave me such a gift, and here you are still needing... well...” Yuki blushed, looked down Luka's body, “Let me-” Luka hushed him again with a quick kiss.
“There's no reason for that,” Luka quieted Yuki's troubles. “We have plenty of time, all night and beyond,” Luka rolled to his back, pulling Yuki over with him so that the Light of God was laying along his side, head pillowed on his chest and body molded tightly to Luka's. They were silent for a time, Yuki absently drawing soft, swirling patterns on Luka's skin.
“I think I knew you, even before you saved me that day,” Yuki's voice was a soft whisper, the breath of his words tantalizing sensitive skin and making Luka's nipple peak. “I think used to dream of you... sometimes. Even before I knew you.” And then even more quietly, “I-I” -deep breath, and the words were almost lost in the exhale- “... I still do.”
Between the sudden confession and the feel of Yuki's breath on his skin, Luka could barely hold back the moan. Yuki didn't move, didn't look up, and Luka almost thought that would be all, except for the sudden thrumming of Yuki's heard against Luka's side and the fine tremor that wracked the rest of him; he was anxious because Luka hadn't reacted at all to the confession. Luka had thought it would be obvious, even now, poor Yuki was . He squeezed Yuki's shoulders -pulling him tighter to Luka's body-, reassuring and accepting; that seemed to be what Yuki needed to calm and continue.
“I've been so lonely, Luka, almost my entire life I've been alone. I was very young -maybe seven or eight, I'm not sure- when the dreams first started. They didn't happen all the time, but I remember every single one. At first it was just a dark figure, which should've been scary since I was so young, but I knew, I knew, the figure would never, ever hurt me. Now that I think about it, that dark figure seemed vaguely Luka-like in shape.” Luka did gasp then. So young, and for him to make that connection with Luka now; perhaps the soul inside the boy crying out for Luka and leaking it into the Yuki's dreams... It left the Opast speechless, on the verge of tears. He'd never stood a chance. He stroked Yuki's shoulder, just the light caress of palm and fingers, letting his touch speak for him.
It felt to Luka like they were in their own little world, safe and honest and together. Yuki must have felt something of the like, because he still had not moved, excepting where Luka was holding him tighter, and he seemed content with that as he pressed on.
“They were innocent dreams when they started, mostly the Luka-like figure would come into my room at night and just hold me so I wouldn't be lonely,” the murmured words almost made Luka gasp again, because there had been nights where Yuki would cry himself to sleep, and Luka had wanted nothing more than to do just that. Luka lengthened the caress.
“When my body started changing, so did the dreams. I started wondering things; how would it feel to have the dark figure pressed against me so, and what would it be like to kiss him?” Luka could feel Yuki's face heat against his chest. “As I got older, the dreams turned more erotic, but now that I know you, know what your skin feels like, know how your arms feel around me and how you smell... i-it's gotten... they're just.... more. You, no more dark figure, you come in at night and touch me all over and ravish me and...well, nevermind.” He went to bury his face against Luka's chest, to hide, but Luka was having none of that. Especially when he could feel the evidence of whatever Yuki found so embarrassing hard against his thigh. Oh no, he would know this. He would make Yuki want to tell him.
He rolled them suddenly, so that he was astride Yuki's hips planting his weight and pinning Yuki's arms to the bed beside his head; a gentle hold, but inextricable nonetheless. Their height difference made Luka's upper body a perfect cage for Yuki's torso as he stared into Yuki's wide, startled eyes.
“Tell me,” Luka demanded gently, keeping Yuki's gaze as he tried to look away. “Oh, no no. Don't hide from me, Yuki, not from me. Tell me what has you so flustered and yet so excited just from thinking about it.” Luka tried to keep his tone gentle yet commanding, coaxing, and he felt the Light of God's cock twitch between his legs even as Yuki shook his head.
That was certainly a clue.
“Tell me, Yuki.” He dropped his tone, added an edge that made his voice less gentle and more... dangerous. Still soft, but more demanding. The cock beside his own twitched harder, and Yuki moaned breathlessly as Luka ground his hips down, adding to the sensual torture.
“In my dreams, you would...” his cheeks flamed and Luka could tell he wanted to look away but wouldn't. Luka gave him a minute nod of encouragement. “You would... ma-make me... do things. And it was always hmmm...." Yuki paused, expression caught between pleasure and pain as he took a deep breath while his limbs twitched against Luka. "It was me on-on m-my knees for you.” Yuki's voice sounded breathless, strained, like he was on the verge of coming again, which made Luka, himself, breathless. The thought that Yuki could climax just like this... “In one dream, you had y-your hands in my hair and your hips were moving and thrusting your... your...”
“Cock,” Luka purred against Yuki's lips, “say it Yuki; my cock.” Luka ground down harder, rubbing their cocks together and making Yuki writhe and flail beneath him.
“Ohhh yes! Yes, your c-cock! You thrusting your cock into hmmmm my mouth, my throooooat, using me hnnngg...” Yuki groaned and bucked against Luka's weight. Oh yes, he was close, his body straining and tense, hips pulsing unconsciously against Luka's, and he'd made no mention of wanting to be let up. Luka wanted nothing more in that moment than to watch Yuki come undone, untouched except by Luka's words and the thrusting of their cocks together. Luka was trying to remain mentally unaffected by Yuki's state, but his cock was stone hard and aching.
“This situation itself,” Luka crooned into Yuki's ear, grinding down with his hips again, “being made to speak your deepest fantasies aloud; it's making you crazy. You'll come again soon,” Luka felt the tremors his words created in Yuki, the way he whimpered and his hips bucked against Luka's weight again. “Seems so cruel, maybe I should stop?” Luka asked with a devilish lilt to his voice.
“No! Don't stop Luka, please. Please!” Poor Yuki was nearly sobbing, his body bucking up against Luka's leaving wet streaks along with Luka's own prefluid slicking the way. He was so, so close, and part of Luka wanted to stop and make Yuki live out that fantasy first. The idea that Yuki wanted to be used so, had dreamed about it... Luka shuddered. No, he would make his Light of God come once more with just four little words said a very specific way...
“ Come for me, Yuki. ” The words growled out of Luka with all the authority and command from his days in Infernus inflected in his voice, and the impact in Yuki was spectacular.
Body bowing off the bed, eyes and mouth wide in a silent scream, locked in the rigor of his orgasm as his gorgeous and painfully hard cock pulsed, coating both Yuki's own belly and Luka's cock with his scalding seed. Yuki was a sight to behold, coming apart before his eyes. Luka was tempted -oh so very tempted- to frot himself off in the boy's slick, warm come, adding his own to the mix, but again he restrained himself. He was enjoying himself and enjoying Yuki's pleasure immensely, and holding himself back was an exquisite breed of torture. The sweet ache in his balls would be his penance to his Light of God
Once Yuki was spent and insensible on the bed, Luka rose, getting a whine of protest from the Light of God which made him smile. He wet a washcloth to clean them then curled back into the bed with a softly snoring Yuki. Luka watched him doze as he lay on his side beside him, propped on his elbow; struck yet again by the uncanny resemblance to his predecessor. In sleep, with his face relaxed, the angles that made his face ever-so-faintly masculine and he looked even more identical to his former incarnation. Luka almost had to leave the bed, he was so affected, so overcome so suddenly.
“I'm sorry that I couldn't stay away," Luka whispered softly, backs of his eyes stinging, leaning his face into Yuki's neck to breathe him in and lamenting his broken oath to her memory. "I'm sorry. I was strong as long as I could be, but Yuki needs me, wants me, and so I cannot regret this. Not ever, no matter the outcome." Even in sleep, Yuki must have sensed Luka's distress, because he snuggled closer, wrapping an arm and leg over Luka's body, and let out a contented sigh.
Luka lay his head down and didn't know how long he napped there with the younger man, but he woke quickly when Yuki started awake, wide eyes almost looking panicked until he spotted Luka, still laying beside him.
“When I woke I was afraid this was all another dream," he smiled and blushed beautifully, putting a delicate hand on Luka's abdomen and making the muscles jump as he stroked the skin there. “I dreamed I was on my knees for you, the way I told you about earlier. My ...fantasy. And when I woke up I was afraid we would never...” Luka was impressed, the boy didn't try to hide this time, and even more impressive were his next words. “Can... Can I? Can we ?” Luka's heart skipped a beat, and he turned the wicked grin he'd been working on into a demure smile instead.
“Can we... what? I'm not sure I recall what you're-” the rest of the snarky sentence lost to a pillow in the face and laughter. It felt soo good to laugh ; Luka hadn't done near enough of it in the last hundred years or so; evil chuckles certainly did not count. Most of that laughter came from Yuki, old and new.
The laughter was nice, Yuki thought, after the heaviness of earlier. The Light of God blushed at the remembered sensations... Luka had pinned him to the bed and... the young man shivered, remembering the way he'd responded to the dark authority, the way Luka made Yuki speak the words of one of his deepest fantasies, about him no less. He'd been embarrassed at first, but the tone of the Opast's voice had made his lust override his mortification. Yuki knew full well that if he'd reacted negatively, or wanted to stop, they would. Without question. Luka would never force him -or anyone for that matter- into anything he truly did not want.
Could it be that Luka picked up on something inside him that even Yuki himself wasn't aware of? Or perhaps Luka was just so used to being in command, Yuki automatically submitted to him subconsciously. It was odd, really, now that he was out of the moment and thinking rationally, how natural it felt to be at Luka's command. Now that they were here, and going to live out Yuki's fantasy, he was at a loss. In the dream, Luka always commanded him to his knees. Should he stand up? Or wait for Luka's direction?
Luka either sensed his impasse, or perhaps he guessed the beginnings of the fantasy on his own, because his next words were just as rough and commanding as before.
“Up, Yuki. On your feet so I can put you on your knees,” Yuki shivered as the last words slithered through him like like something hot and alive and lifted his cock even more. Luka rose after him, graceful as always. He cupped Yuki's face and kissed him tenderly, and Yuki chased his mouth after he pulled away, which made Luka smile before his face turned gently serious.
“I understand this is your fantasy, but if at any point you don't want to continue, whether you're not comfortable, or, gods forbid, I'm hurting you, promise me we'll stop." Yuki went to speak, to reassure Luka, but the Opast spoke over him, "You've never done this before,” Yuki blushed at the unintended jab to his own insecurity about his inexperience, and Luka stroked his cheeks with his thumbs gently to soften the words, “and that's okay, but we need to go cautiously. Slap the floor if you cannot use your voice, and choose a word for when you can. Do those things and we'll stop, immediately and without question or consequence, understand?” Yuki frowned.
“You would never hurt me, I don't think those things are really necessary, do you? I mean, obviously you do, I just don't understand why.” Yuki replied, a little alarmed that Luka would think such a thing of himself. Luka smiled softly, kissing Yuki's forehead.
“You're right, I would never intentionally hurt you. But you want me in command of you, using you for my own pleasure...” Yuki watched the shiver that rolled through Luka's body and it settled something in him to know the Opast was so affected by the idea; he hadn't agreed to this to placate Yuki, Luka wanted this, too. “You want me to be rough with you, and the only way I will be able to conscience it is to have this assurance; I want your oath that if I hurt you you'll stop this at once .” Luka's expression was serious, fine brows drawn over steely eyes that bled both lust and gravity, and it touched Yuki, allayed a fear he hadn't even realized he'd had. Yuki nodded.
“Alright. I swear, Luka. I'll slap the floor twice, or I'll say... I'll say Zweilt, okay?” Luka smiled -wide and brilliant- at his choice of word.
“That's perfect, Yuki,” and then his smile vanished into the mask of cool indifference he wore for everyone else slipped into place, and his voice dropped to a deep, compelling rumble like it was underlain with thunder as he said, “Now, on your knees for me, Light of God.” Luka's hands had slid down from his cheeks to his shoulders as they talked, and now he used them to push Yuki to his knees, and he went willingly, with tendrils of desire and nervousness and want -so much want- curling in his blood. “That's good. Now, touch my cock, Yuki, use your mouth and hands to explore, but don't suck yet.”
Yuki's own cock was already aching where it jutted toward Luka's shins from between the blond's thighs. Luka's voice held an easy dominance, a natural tone of assertiveness and control, that sparked Yuki's blood just as it had before. He studied the rigid cock in front of him, nerves and inexperience rearing up.
Luka's cock was long and thick, not as pale as the rest of him now that it was full and only then did Yuki notice that Luka was hairless here, too. Not shaved, there were simply no follicles. He wasn't circumcised either, which surprised Yuki until he remembered that the Opast wasn't human. Maybe he should've been less okay with that knowledge, somehow upset by it or perhaps put off by it. It was Luka. The rest didn't matter. Yuki glanced up at Luka's face, but found no quarter there, just a firm patience that told Yuki he could take his time, but when that firm patience ran out, he wasn't escaping this without his word, and that was... unthinkable.
Finally, Yuki lifted his hands to touch Luka's ashen thighs -the soft contrast of his own skin being more ivory-peach than alabaster, startled Yuki a little before he loved the look of it-, watched his fingertips skim up to the Opast's sharp hipbones -where the skin was even softer- and trace the arch and curve into the crease where thigh met torso and his mouth watered as he imagined tracing the same path with his tongue.
He glanced up again and thought he saw heat in Luka's eyes, but that could be wishful thinking. He returned his attention to the task at hand, leaning forward and kissing Luka's hip, and inhaling his sweet smoky scent. It was stronger here, with an underlying musk that Yuki craved instinctively. Luka's cock twitched, brushing his cheek, and that was enough to cement Yuki's determination.
He ran his tongue up that soft skin, tasting the salt and smoke of Luka's skin on his tongue, and Luka moaned quietly above him. Yuki couldn't hold back the smile as he continued to kiss and lick around Luka's hips and thighs. His cheek brushed soft, hot flesh, and when glanced over he felt a rush of excitement that Luka's cock seemed to be even harder and much, much more erect than it had been before... and he hadn't even touched it yet.
He looked up at Luka and smiled shyly, and for all his dominating appearance, Luka gave him a little, praise-laced smile back. The mask slipped back on then, and Luka reached down and wrapped a hand in Yuki's sandy blond hair, a caress at first, then gripping tighter as he guided Yuki's head firmly back to his cock with a one word command.
“Lick.” Yuki moaned at the command and the tingling of his scalp, which made the Opast's cock twitch as though the sound excited him. Yuki obeyed, running his tongue up the underside as Luka had done to him, then swirling around the tip, which now more than half out of its foreskin.
Yuki brought his hand up to stroke the sheath back, revealing the head fully and dove into Luka's slit with his tongue, making Luka hiss and his hips twitch forward. He tasted Luka's precome, his essence, salty and a little bittersweet at the same time. After the first taste, Yuki wanted more , wanted all . He moaned, licking up the bead that had followed the last and started its descent down the shaft, then wrapping his lips around the head to suckle at the source. Luka groaned, and the hand in Yuki's hair tightened its grip and urged his head forward, making him take more of Luka's cock.
“Enough exploring,” Luka commanded, voice gruff and gravelly in a way that Yuki had never heard but made his whole body shiver nonetheless, “hands behind your back and hold them there. Suck me.” He looked up into Luka's hot, storm-dark eyes and obeyed; clasping his hands behind his back, relaxing into his position so Luka could push his cock into Yuki's mouth, a little at a time. Not that he could resist the iron grip in his hair. Not that he wanted to. No, he'd be happy on his knees for Luka for all time, he thought as he moaned around Luka's cock, making the Opast hiss again.
This was perfect, and Yuki gave himself over to it, trusting Luka explicitly; to the not quite helplessness. To the pleasure that came of being used for the pleasure of the man he loved. Luka's other hand wove its way into Yuki's hair as well, one on either side of his head now, with long fingers kneading into his scalp and controlling his pace; Luka using him. Yuki's own cock throbbed and he moaned again, deeper this time as Luka began to thrust shallowly into his mouth.
Luka was holding back, Yuki realized suddenly, and though he appreciated the gentle treatment, that wasn't what he wanted. He brought his hands back up to Luka's hips, around to his backside and ran his blunt nails down the soft skin and lithe muscle there, making Luka gasp and buck into Yuki's mouth harder, deeper than before. The fingers in his hair flexed and gripped even harder, almost painfully but not quite.
“Is that what you want, sweet Yuki? You want me to fuck your mouth, drive my cock into your throat?” Luka's voice was wicked and rough, and Yuki moaned his agreement, trying to nod obscenely around the cock in his mouth. Luka smiled sharply. “Alright, pet, we'll put you through your paces then. First though, I will bind your hands where I want them, since you cannot follow a simple command.”
Yuki's jaw dropped -dropping the cock from his lips at the same time- at the simple truth of the statement. Luka had commanded him to keep his hands behind him and he'd failed, and there was a brief bit of shame before a new heat washed it away. Luka's expression turned unsure, and though it hadn't been a part of his original fantasy, the idea of being bound, being truly helpless to Luka's desires, made him ache.
“Please, Luka,” Yuki whispered harshly before dropping his eyes to the shaft that jumped before his eyes. He heard whispering above his head, and realized Luka was weaving a spell in the same moment he felt warmth around his wrists and hands as they were brought comfortably behind his back. He pulled against that feeling, but they may as well have been locked in stone, if stone were warm and soft and felt... almost loving. Like an unyielding caress; tender but firmly fixed where Luka wanted them.
Something in Yuki... shifted. Let go; yet another thing he hadn't realized had been there. He couldn't name the feeling, somewhere between trust and desire and salvation. Succor from the stresses that came with being The Light of God. He loved his family, the Zweilt were everything to him now. Here, now, he was just Yuki, on his knees for Luka's pleasure.
“There. Comfortable?” Luka purred the question, and Yuki shuddered as the sound rolled through him, making him pull at the bindings a little just to feel that caress of them.
“Yes, Luka. It feels good,” Yuki blushed and looked up Luka's face, which had flushed a lovely pink in his arousal. His already dark eyes were black now, and the burn, the hunger Yuki saw there made him tremble in anticipation.
“And since you cannot slap the floor anymore, if you need out, you only have to think the word 'Zweilt' and they will automatically release, understand? If your hands come free, I'll know you want to stop.” Yuki nodded. “Now, to give you what you wanted.” Luka firmed his grip on Yuki's hair again and he dutifully opened his mouth to take Luka's painfully swollen cock back inside.
Luka began to pump his hips in earnest, driving his cock into Yuki's mouth over and over until his lips were tingling and he could feel saliva edging out from the corners of his mouth. He gagged once, and almost panicked, but Luka stopped coached him through it.
“Relax your throat, Yuki. Open up. Let me all the way in," Luka's command was rough, gravelly. Yuki did, automatically almost, relaxing muscles he hadn't even realized he had control over and Luka pushed his cock into Yuki's throat... and stopped.
Yuki looked up when he realized he couldn't breathe, not easy this close to Luka's body, and the expression on the Opast's face was fierce, wild almost, with molten silver rings around blacked eyes and fangs bared in a smile that was both hot and frigid.
“You look lovely like this, Yuki. Pink lips stretched wide around my cock. Under my complete command, for my use. How I love you.” Luka pulled his hips back, allowing Yuki to breathe just as his lungs had truly started to protest. “Are you ready? I'm going to use you hard, fuck your mouth until I come down your throat. If you're good, if you can take it, I'll even come on your face and chest and mark you as mine. Would you like that, Yuki?” The thought made Yuki whimper, made his body sing and his cock throb between his thighs. “I thought so. Now, be still, keep your throat relaxed, and breathe in rhythm with my thrusts.”
Yuki obeyed and Luka hadn't lied; his thrusts were hard, brutal almost, making his balls slap at Yuki's throat and then chin as he got closer and closer to his climax. He tried to reach one hand up to caress them, but the binding stopped him, and that in itself made him moan.
Yuki swam in a place of serenity as his lover used him, the growls and groans of his name above him a dulcet serenade in Luka's deep voice rough with lust. His own cock was hard, straining, his own climax stirring in his balls and the base of his spine, but it was all secondary to Luka's pleasure, Luka's need.
“Sweet Yuki... so good... ngh Ah!” Luka groaned and cried out and Yuki felt the cock in his mouth grow impossibly harder, felt his throat stretch with the thickness of it, and with one more hard thrust and a roar through clenched teeth, Luka came, pumping his essence down Yuki's throat as he swallowed around him. The feeling of the cock throbbing in his throat and on his tongue -inside him- pushed Yuki closer to his own edge, but he didn't succumb.
Suddenly, Luka pulled his cock free and jets of hot come spilled onto Yuki's cheeks, across his lips and down his throat and chest as Luka growled, “Mine. Mine!” Yuki licked his lips; salty and bittersweet and just a backnote of smoke.
Luka reached down and dragged Yuki up into his arms for a vehement kiss -growling again at tasting his own spend on Yuki's lips and on his tongue- as he pulled the other man against him and then onto the bed so that Luka was laying against the headboard and with some situating, had Yuki in his arms and splayed between his thighs. Yuki wasn't sure when the bindings had released themselves, but he wrapped his arms around Luka's chest where his head lay.
“Was it...” Yuki started, voice rough and scratchy from Luka's use. The Opast looked down at him with a dazed smile.
“You were amazing Yuki. So perfect.” He licked up some of his own come from Yuki's chin and neck and offered it up to Yuki, who leaned up and kissed the fluid from his mouth, moaning at the taste he had come to crave in such a short time. Once all the fluid was gone -and Yuki's face wiped with the sheet-, Luka's expression turned serious and almost anxious as he looked into Yuki's eyes. “You didn't come? Was it not all that you'd hoped?” Again, Yuki was touched by Luka's concern. He smiled languidly, still coming down from the headspace he'd been in.
“It was better than I ever could have imagined, Luka,” he replied softly, kissing him tenderly on the forehead and allaying his fears. “You made me... fly. It was perfect.” Luka hummed happily in reply.
Yuki was content, as content as he could ever remember being in all his life, with Luka sated and happy and relaxing in his arms. Yuki's lips were still tingly, his jaw stiff, and his throat a bit sore, but all the discomforts he felt were worth this amazing sense of tranquility that had blossomed from deep inside him. He'd given Luka pleasure, had made the Opast feel good, and though he didn't know everything about the other man's life before he'd left Infernus, he could guess that most of it hadn't felt good. To be a source of something good for Luka gave Yuki a warm sense of pride and affection.
There was something niggling at the back of his mind though. This whole night, from the blanket on the balustrade to Yuki bound on his knees, had been about Yuki : his needs, his desires, his fantasies.
“This, tonight, has been wonderful,” Yuki started softly, tilting his face up to look at Luka from his chest, “but is there nothing you desire? You say you desire me, but I want what you desire, too.” Yuki asked, genuinely curious, fingers idly tracing patterns on alabaster skin. Luka seemed pensive, almost distracted before he answered.
"Your pleasure was utmost in my mind tonight," he began slowly, voice low. “Showing my feelings, making you feel good, giving you pleasure..." Luka stroked Yuki's cheek softly, and Yuki leaned into the touch like a cat. “There is-”
"Anything, Luka. Anything you want, anything you long for, just tell me. Please Luka?” Luka smiled but hesitated, and Yuki wanted to keep reassuring, but he had a feeling that Luka needed to process or maybe find the words, so Yuki waited, mostly patiently, while Luka worked it out.
Luka did want. The one thing he'd never had with Yuki, since she had been ill-equipped as a woman before, but Luka was unsure if this Yuki would accept and agree to it. And yet, he felt like a fool, doubting him now after everything they'd been through together and knowing the young man the way Luka knew him.
“There is... something,” Luka started, watching Yuki's eager expression closely. “I crave it, very much, but have never... willingly... ," he shuddered, unconsciously curling around Yuki as the blonde held him tighter. “I... would you... take me? I want you inside me, Yuki. I-I want that very, very much.” Yuki's perplexity lasted only a moment before a fierce blush turned his face, ears and neck scarlet.
“I-I've never, I mean, I don't know how... I just...” Yuki stammered, breath coming quicker as he began to panic and Luka took his hands, gently rubbing his knuckles with clawed thumbs until he settled.
“ I know you haven't, and if it's truly against your nature then we'll forgo it, perhaps revisit it another time. But, if you're willing to try, willing to allow me to show you that, too, I want to feel you inside me, Yuki. Please?” Luka's deep voice was soft, almost shy. “I need you to come inside me and mark me as yours beyond what the covenant dictates.” Their eyes met over twining fingers, and Luka watched as Yuki's anxiety melted and morphed into desirous purpose.
“ If it's what you want, what you need, then of course, Luka.” Yuki's smile was soft and sweet, and Luka knew he'd done right by asking. Yuki's brow furrowed, and hesitantly he asked, “You said that... you had never... willingly... ?”
Luka swallowed hard, fighting the bile that threatened to rise in his throat, along with the rise of memories long buried; flashes of pain and blood and wretched, cruel, condescending laughter while he was torn apart again and again. Broken, unable to heal fast enough, passed around to other Opasts and even some duras. He shuddered violently and Yuki's eyes went wide at Luka's reaction.
“My former master... I-I was his f-f-favorite p-plaything. H-he w-w-would... would...” Luka shuddered again, unable to speak past the constriction in his throat that felt eerily similar to a familiar fist around his neck, holding him down, tearing him open, and the panic started to rise...
Yuki threw his arms around Luka, holding the Opast as tight as he could and whispering for Luka to breathe -please, Luka, please breathe for me - and Luka held tight in turn as the tide of his panic started to turn back. Luka allowed that warm embrace and the knowledge that he would never be there again help push past his horror and push back the horrific memories.
Yuki pulled back only far enough to plant fleeting kisses on Luka's cheeks -still making calming noises and speaking softly-, his brow, nose, chin and finally his lips and that helped, too; reminding him who he was with now . That simple gesture made the Opast's eyes tingle with the threat of tears for the second time in a very long time.
“Tell me what to do? Please? I couldn't bear hurting you, Luka,” Yuki begged with pretty, tear-sparkled eyes. Crawling up and over to sit at Luka's side, Yuki caressed his face and neck and shoulders, the heat of his body seeped into Luka's skin, warming all the cold places he'd forgotten he had. “Oh, Luka, Tell me how to touch you, how make you feel good.” Yuki spoke the words quietly, but there was no blush, only determination and something in Luka relaxed.
Yuki didn't think him weak, didn't think less of him. He swallowed around a different tightness in his throat.
“Go slowly, I'll guide you through it.” Luka kissed Yuki tenderly, reassuringly.
They re-positioned on the bed, Luka on his back, pillow under his head, and Yuki lying against his side, leaning on his elbow above him. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, then Yuki nodded, coming to some decision in his mind, before he leaned down and kissed Luka's lips.
This kiss, though, was so unlike all the others. The heat, the passion, those were still present, but it lacked the former desperation. It was deliberate, languid, and Luka melted into it, releasing tension he hadn't realized he'd been holding and relaxing in Yuki's care. He moaned into the younger man's mouth, and the Light of God shuddered above him, breaking the kiss gently. Luka went to touch him, to stroke his sides with half retracted claws and make him shiver again, but Yuki shook his head.
“Please, let me take care of you, let me show you now,” Yuki's voice was a husky purr. Luka nodded, touched but not surprised that Yuki was so considerate. Feather light touches over Luka's ribs, his shoulders, up to his neck, teasing skin into bumps everywhere he touched, making Luka's petal-pink nipples pebble into peaks. Yuki caught Luka's gaze as he lowered his mouth to cover one. Luka groaned, clutching the bedspread beneath him while the fluttering tongue danced across the bud, shooting sparks of pleasure straight to his cock before moving on to it's mate on the other side and repeating the dance.
Nibbles of skin, nimble fingers caressing, soft vibrations from moans all worked in concert to drive Luka mad and unwind him at the same time, sending him floating on a wave of want and trust. When Yuki's fingertips grazed over Luka's cock and caressed his balls, it was an unconscious thing for him to spread his legs wider, allowing those gentle fingertips to move lower, caressing along his taint, ghosting touches to his inner thighs. A slight hesitation, and Luka looked up to meet Yuki's questioning eyes.
“It's okay,” Luka slurred, “I want you to touch me there. Please , Yuki, I need it. ” Yuki bit his lip, and Luka reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking his thumb over Yuki's lips and pulling the bottom one free from his worrying teeth. Yuki leaned into the touch for a moment, then took a deep breath, and tentatively moved his fingers down past Luka's taint, into the cleft and to the puckered skin of his entrance. Luka moaned deeply, closing his eyes at the feeling of cool fingers against his hot skin, and when he opened them again Yuki's eyes were glued to his face.
“I could watch you like this for hours, you're so... free. It's beautiful,” Yuki couldn't stop the words, though he felt a little silly saying them. Luka's obsidian hair splayed like wild vines across the burgundy pillow, lids heavy and lips parting on panting breaths as Yuki's fingertips danced lightly around his entrance, playing, taking in the sensations. Rubbing here, more pressure there, a light scratch or a slow press. It was a little shocking, touching another man there , but the trembling sounds of pleasure that Luka made gave him all the reassurance he needed.
Only then was he free to revel in the pleasure he was giving his Opast. And didn't that just sound amazing? His Opast. Yuki couldn't hold a smile at the thought. He felt something hard beneath the puckered skin when he pushed a little, and that made Luka moan louder and hiss 'there, yesss' between his teeth, so he did it again, still not quite penetrating, just pressing . Yuki could feel Luka's reactions; the trembling of his body, his restlessness and the fine sheen of sweat that covered his body making him almost shimmer. Every sound the pleasure pulled from Luka's throat was music to Yuki's ears and he grew more confident still.
“Please, Yuki. Press inside, I need you inside,” Luka moaned helplessly, tossing his head as Yuki continued to circle his entrance. Using the oil Yuki used after bathing, he dribbled some on his fingers then set the bottle aside. Slowly, oh so slowly, Yuki worked one fingertip inside Luka's body, gasping at the intense heat and feeling muscle flutter around his finger as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper. Luka moaned long and low, a sound both wanting and relieved at once.
It was amazing to watch Luka fall apart little by little; skin flushed the faintest pink, silver eyes glassy with pleasure, kiss darkened lips open in an O of wonder and disbelief as he begged with his body for more. His beautifully wanton Opast, moving his finger slowly in and out, twisting around then adding another just as slowly.
Luka reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing hard to hold off his climax. Fingers as deep as they could go, Yuki felt for a bump he'd been taught about, he wasn't sure what it was called in an Opast, but Yuki knew when he'd found Luka's because he cried out, wide eyed and shaking.
“Yuki! Stop!” Luka cried out. He couldn't take anymore. When Yuki had found his gland, he'd almost lost it. He absolutely would not allow himself to climax without Yuki. “Please, I'm ready for you, please.” Luka pulled his legs up, his knees to his chest almost and let them spread wide, shamelessly opening himself to his lover.
Yuki sat up, scooted between his spread thighs, slicked and lined up his rock hard cock, and -catching Luka's eyes and holding his gaze- started to push forward. There was resistance, even slick as they were -Yuki's organ was long and slender, but still thicker than two fingers-, and Yuki started to doubt himself and doubt the fit and doubt how well he'd prepared Luka-
Luka moaned suddenly, gasped and arched as the resistance against Yuki's cock melted and he breached his lover's body for the first time. Luka's sharp gasp halted him, barely past his crown, and already Yuki's hips were burning to thrust, to burrow into that heat and tightness until they were one...
“Luka... ” Yuki moaned, clenching his eyes shut to try to focus on being still as Luka trembled around him.
The weight atop him, the stretch and burn of penetration, all threatened to bring Luka's vile memories forward again. Luka whimpered and Yuki's eyes snapped open, holding Luka's stare with an expression that dared those memories to show themselves in his presence, and how those dark golden eyes anchored him, deep spicy citrus scent rooted him in the moment. He was here, now, with his Yuki, his Light of God, inside him, burning with need for just him, and filling him, slowly, so soo slowly filling all the dark, cold places he'd forgotten lived in him.
“Ah, Yuki, it's okay. You can move faster, I'm not fragile.” Luka's words were almost whimpers, almost moans, caught somewhere in between as Yuki pushed his cock relentlessly deeper into the Opast's body.
"I will go sss low because you deserve it," Yuki ground out through gritted teeth. He gazed into Luka's eyes and must have seen the challenge there, because suddenly Yuki's hips snapped forward, burying the last inches of his cock inside Luka's ass and causing almost matching wails of passion from them both. Luka felt full and right and whole and so so many other things he couldn't even begin to describe and had never, ever known of. Not in all his eons of existence.
Luka expected Yuki to move, to thrust now that he was fully seated, but he stayed still, eyes filled with that mirrored feeling of rightness and Luka wished to stay just like this, just a little longer. Yuki must have had the same thought, because he did move -only to lean down and kiss Luka. Not just any kiss, a deep kiss, a kiss that used all that Luka felt, all that rightness, all that wholeness, and poured it into the most intense and intimate kiss of his life.
Once Luka felt he could go on, he leaned up and purred in Yuki's ear, made sure his vocal cords vibrated right above the fine hairs on Yuki's neck, just to hear the Light of God gasp, “Now, my love, my Light of God... fuck... me. Fuck me hard... and fast, make me scream your name, make me yours forever.”
Yuki shuddered at the whispered words, but Luka's shock was complete when Yuki whispered back; “No.” Yuki raised up on his elbows, caressing Luka's face, running fingers through his hair, holding his gaze with eyes like burnished gold and back-lit by the sun.
“I will not fuck you, Luka,” and Luka gasped, “I will, however, make love to you. Slowly. Deeply. With passion and tenderness I will worship you, cherish you, until your tears run dry and I've taken all the poisoned parts from your Demon Lord and made them mine. I will make love to you. With you. As you deserve... this time, at least.” The young man had a beautiful smirk.
And that's exactly what Yuki did, with slow, deep thrusts that made Luka feel every inch, every ridge and vein of the cock moving inside him. The gentle pace left ample breath for kissing breathlessly, caressing skin with hands, lips and tongues and cataloging each reaction, every delicious tremble in the other's body as every sensation was magnified a hundredfold. Skin pressing against skin, sliding across and creating heat along oversensitive nipples, and feeling the power of Yuki's lean hips thrusting between Luka's thighs where they hugged and wrapped around him.
Luka took in every sensation, every scent of their mingled lusts, every drop of sweat and every gasp for air. For no matter how many incarnations of this human Luka fell in love with, this was the one he would always want to remember; he'd thought that about his last incarnation as well though, when they were in love, so perhaps it was a never ending cycle.
Oh, by all the gods, Luka had never expected this. This breaking open of his soul for this man, this shattering and rebuilding of Luka Crossizera.
Yuki shifted his hips, thrusts coming faster and hitting deeper now, and he found the perfect angle to brush past Luka's gland at every motion. Luka's moaning became sharp cries and guttural wails of Yuki's name as he felt his climax throbbing in his every vein and boiling in his balls.
“That's it, my love,” Yuki panted as he increased the pace of his thrusting. Sparks lit in Luka's blood at Yuki's words and the feel of him inside. “Yes Luka, let go, let go for me Luka and come with me,” he dropped his forehead to Luka's as his body started to take over, cock swelling inside Luka, and feeling his Light of God like this pushed Luka to his own edge, “Please Luka.. c-c-come with... with... mmmmme ohgodsplease come with me- LUKA!”
Yuki's hips stuttered, rhythm falling apart. Luka felt Yuki's cock swell more deep inside him as he spilled his seed in Luka's body, and the feeling of huge and hot and his all came together to send him howling over the edge into his own earth-shattering climax in a blaze of white static heat and and an ecstasy he'd never known . It rolled on and on as Yuki's own rolled on and on, and seemed like it would forever, until Yuki's shaking arms gave out and he dropped atop Luka, completely spent, and nearly delirious.
Luka didn't mind at all, simply wrapped his arms around his Light of God, his Yuki and held him while they came down. Mumbled words made it to his ears, that he couldn't understand, but the sentiment he certainly could make out.
“I love you too, Yuki. Forever.”