Soul of the Night: Beginnings

“Kiyoshi-kun, really…” Ryuhei purred as he shrugged out of his yukata. A light film of sweat glistened on his lithe frame, the sharp angles of the taut muscles in his shoulders and along his abdomen highlighted by the orange glow coming from the paper lantern near the entrance. He moved softly across the tatami and took Kiyoshi’s hand, guiding him down to the mattress.


“You’re so young and soft-spoken, I wondered if you might’ve been a virgin,” Ryuhei murmured between mouthfuls of Kiyoshi’s lips and neck. His fingers danced along the arch of Kiyoshi’s back and down around his trim waist as they kneeled before each other. “Now I think that perhaps you’re more experienced with methods of pleasuring than you let on.”


Delivered with a coy smile, the actor’s comments were clearly meant to both tease and flatter. Leisurely sliding one hand up to rub and toy with one of Kiyoshi’s hard nipples, Ryuhei reached between them with the other to take hold of Kiyoshi’s cock. His eyes grew wide.


“Gods,” he exclaimed. “Kiyoshi-kun—you’re possessed.”


Ryuhei’s grip tightened around the thick base before sliding up and down the shaft in gentle, rhythmic strokes. Aroused by Nakamura’s explorative touch and eager for more, Kiyoshi could only make soft moans. Tilting his hips forward, he rocked against the man’s hand and leaned forward to devour Ryuhei’s lips in a long kiss that thirsted for passion.


The strokes increased in intensity. Kiyoshi felt his fangs distend in his mouth but could do nothing to control them. The reaction was as innate, as physically unstoppable, as the erection stabbing up through Ryuhei’s fingers. Kiyoshi broke off the kiss and tried to push away before he gave in to the desire taunting his senses.


“You’re almost too fast to keep up with,” Ryuhei panted, his cheeks alive with more color than they’d gotten from the rice wine.


“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Kiyoshi whispered shakily. “I’m sorry, Ryu-san, I have to go…”


“No, no,” Ryuhei pleaded. He took Kiyoshi’s wrist in both hands and kissed each finger. “Please stay. I haven’t had such enjoyable company in a very long time. I’m usually not so…brusque…honestly. I misunderstood your excitement.”


Nakamura touched the side of Kiyoshi’s head and encouraged him to ease down onto the bedding. The back of Kiyoshi’s head rested in Ryuhei’s lap and he caressed Kiyoshi’s cheeks with practiced delicacy. “I can see you’re a gentle soul in need of gentler methods.”


Ryuhei dipped forward, kissing Kiyoshi’s throat, then stretched out lengthwise so his lips could wander down the center line of Kiyoshi’s chest and belly, and along the swelling organ below his abdomen. He used such slow, practiced movements of his mouth, suckling at the flesh with his kisses.


Kiyoshi writhed and fought the dark hunger as long as he could, no matter how it made him ache to do so. He was on the verge of spilling his seed, half-drunk on the scent of Nakamura’s lust and the heat of the actor’s blood he could hear rushing through the delicate veins. With an animal-like growl, he wrested free of the sensual kiss and pushed Ryuhei onto his back.


Ryuhei shrieked with pleasure as Kiyoshi kissed and licked a searing path over his torso and abdomen. Gasping, Ryuhei tangled his fingers in Kiyoshi’s dark hair when the vampire’s lips closed over his rigid cock.


Positioning himself between the actor’s parted thighs, Kiyoshi reached underneath to grip the soft mounds of Ryuhei’s rear. He let his index finger press against the tight opening within, his mouth continuing to devour Ryuhei’s cock.


The climax hit Ryuhei hard, a cry rising out of him. Kiyoshi lapped up the thick fluid, savoring the heady excitement flavoring the come. His fangs ached and he could take no more. Ryuhei was still trembling, semen oozing from his cock, as Kiyoshi moved to nuzzle the place at the juncture of his thigh and quickly bit. The rush of blood as he sucked was intoxicating. Kiyoshi wanted to drain the man dry, but he fought the urge and turned his attention once more to Ryuhei’s erect cock. He cleaned the hot flesh with lips and tongue, more than a little drunk from it all by the time he pulled away.


“You wicked, wicked boy,” Ryuhei said between gasps for air. He shivered in Kiyoshi’s arms, lust radiating from his body and flooding Kiyoshi’s senses.


Kiyoshi murmured, bit the side of his tongue and bent to lick the little wounds on Ryuhei’s inner thigh, watching as the small bites began to heal. He lay breathing heavily, his head resting on Ryuhei’s hip. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”


“Heavens no, dear one. You thrilled me beyond belief.” Ryuhei breathed a contented sigh and moved the leg Kiyoshi lay against. “But you let me have all the fun. You didn’t even come, did you?”


“It’s all right, I’m fine. More than fine.”


Ryuhei stroked his fingers through Kiyoshi’s hair. “Such a rare treasure you are. A rare, unexpected treasure.”


Kiyoshi didn’t protest when Ryuhei moved to get the bottle of sake. He took a long drink when the liquor was offered to him, and he accepted the eager kisses the actor soon showered over his mouth and throat. He continued to bask in the euphoria of the blood taken and willingly gave himself to Ryuhei’s probing touch.


The man’s fingers teased Kiyoshi’s opening, easing inwards with slow movements that stretched the tight entrance. Kiyoshi exhaled deeply at the pleasurable sensation and parted his legs further. His already stiff and aroused cock throbbed, aching to feel the same skillful touch.


“Oh, Kiyo-kun.” Ryuhei giggled. He leaned forward, brushing his lips over the top of Kiyoshi’s swollen head. “You’ll make me blush.”


Ryuhei was anything but blushing as he traced a line of kisses along the pulsing vein on the underside of Kiyoshi’s organ. He mouthed the taut sac below the cock, suckling and kissing the sensitive flesh until Kiyoshi gasped and arched upwards off the futon.


Ryuhei dipped lower and withdrew his fingers from Kiyoshi. His tongue flicked around the stretched opening, leaving the area moist and Kiyoshi hungry for more than these playful explorations.


“Take me,” Kiyoshi pleaded, his fingers slipping through the black strands of Ryuhei’s hair as he cradled the back of the actor’s neck.


Moving forward, Ryuhei gathered Kiyoshi in his arms. He pressed his lips to Kiyoshi’s, the kiss deep and full of passion as they sank down to the futon. Ryuhei positioned his sex at Kiyoshi’s opening, pushing in slowly at first. The feel of that hot, pulsing length filling his passage brought a cry of pleasure to Kiyoshi’s throat.


Kiyoshi pulled out of the kiss, groaning out loud with each of Ryuhei’s thrusts. Ryuhei buried his face against Kiyoshi’s shoulder, wordless exclamations of ecstasy tumbling out as he settled into a pounding rhythm. In the heat of the moment, Kiyoshi lifted off the futon just enough to skim Ryu’s shoulder with one fang.


A droplet of blood oozed from the puncture wound. The sweet, vibrant scent overwhelmed Kiyoshi’s sense of control and he pressed his lips to the bloody flesh and sucked deeply. The taste of it—so warm, delicious and erotic all at once—brought Kiyoshi to a fevered climax. With a moan, he spilled out between them, his fluid sticky and hot on his own belly and Ryuhei’s. At the same moment, Ryuhei erupted deep within Kiyoshi’s body and they came together in a series of coursing spurts.


Whispering Kiyoshi’s name over and over again in a breathless voice, Ryuhei eased out. He sat up slowly, smoothing his hands over Kiyoshi’s chest and tracing a finger through the sticky mess on Kiyoshi’s abdomen. He brought the come to his lips, teasing Kiyoshi with another coy smile.


Kiyoshi sat up and caught Ryuhei’s hand. He flicked his tongue over the man’s finger to lap up the semen, and still breathing heavy from the sex, he smiled weakly. “Let’s finish the sake instead.”


Ryuhei touched his cheek and giggled. “We shouldn’t let it go to waste.”


When they caught their breath, they finished off the sake and fell back onto the futon, entwined in one another’s arms. The actor sighed with such contentment, the emotion stirred Kiyoshi’s heart.


“I’m so glad we’ve met, Kiyo-kun.” Ryuhei nuzzled the side of Kiyoshi’s neck, his breath warm and moist on the bare skin. His happiness resonated inside of Kiyoshi as well.


“So am I.” Kiyoshi brushed his fingers through the actor’s hair and along the smooth skin of his brow with some degree of wonder. How endearing this man’s spirit was, the way he managed to touch a part of Kiyoshi’s heart that had remained numb through the decades—centuries—after what happened with Liu.


Kiyoshi’s fingers traveled down past Ryuhei’s jaw and along the side of his neck. Instinctually, they settled on the spot where the actor’s vein pulsed just underneath the skin in a steady cadence that raced against Kiyoshi’s fingertip. It was the pulse of a human’s life…one quite different from his own.


“Tomorrow, I’ll be sad to say goodbye,” Kiyoshi whispered.


Ryuhei gasped and raised his head. “What? Why?” He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down into Kiyoshi’s face with a pout. Gently, he touched Kiyoshi’s cheeks. “Why say goodbye?”


“Nakamura-san…” Kiyoshi leaned his cheek into Ryuhei’s caress, enjoying the warmth and tenderness so very much even if only for a little while longer. “I can’t stay…” He was so used to wandering, never staying in one place for too long…never finding love to ease his loneliness…


“You said that before, also.” Ryuhei’s pout deepened into a genuine frown of sadness. “Is the life of a farmer-sometimes-wanderer all that alluring?”


Unable to answer in a way that would’ve been truthful to them both, Kiyoshi closed his eyes and suppressed a sigh. He felt Ryuhei’s lips brush against his cheek in a series of affectionate kisses.


“We could wander together then,” the actor said. The heat of their passion colored his words, making each syllable sound all the sweeter beside the tenderness of what Ryuhei promised. “There’s no place I can call home for long, and I have no reason to stay here in Magome. If we’re both going to leave tomorrow not knowing where to go, then why not do so together?”


The thought alone brought a smile to Kiyoshi. The actor continued to kiss him hopefully, persuasively.


“Please stay with me.” Ryuhei enveloped Kiyoshi in an embrace. He burrowed his face into Kiyoshi’s chest, his eyelashes tickling the bare skin. “I mean what I say—that I’ve never enjoyed another’s company more than I have yours. Please.” The sincerity pouring from Ryuhei’s very soul dissolved any lingering reservations Kiyoshi had.


Kissing Ryuhei’s forehead, he found himself murmuring his agreement with the actor’s pleas. “Yes,” Kiyoshi breathed. “I’ll stay with you, Ryu-san.”


Sighing deeply, happily, Ryuhei relaxed in Kiyoshi’s arms. Together they fell into a peaceful sleep, their bodies as one on the bed.