Giving in to Darkness

Warnings and author’s notes: The story you are probably about to read, Giving in to Darkness, by yours truly, is a shameless depiction of sexual male x male interaction. If that isn’t what you were looking for, you’ve obviously ignored all the warnings and therefore your displeasure over it is entirely you own fault. The characters are owned; Yakavetta Kira by the author, and Marco Diamondouros by one Nakayama Takashi, so look but don’t touch.
Now, this is far from being my best work ever but hopefully it’ll entertain you for a few moments. Any kind of feedback is welcomed. Positive, negative, it’s all greatly appreciated.
NOTE: This is indeed a repost, since I originally posted it on the "old" site a day before they froze everything in order to begin dividing the databases, so it never got all that much attention. I'm sorry if this causes any inconvenience.


Giving in to Darkness


Confused was a state of feeling Marco Diamondouros couldn’t stand one bit. Others might’ve even gone as far as call it insecurity but that was something the handsome, young macho man denied fiercely. He was very sure of himself, thank you very much. The simple fact that something most people had been teasing him about for the past few years might seem like it was going to turn out to be true after all, was nothing he should be having fits over. Because he most certainly wasn’t gay, he simply happened to be currently extremely attracted to another man.

He finished his cigarette and eyed the entrance to the club where he was supposed to meet Kira tonight. It had been several months since he and his friends had first met the enigmatic blond; a random encounter during a joyride in the middle of the night. They’d immediately struck up something of a friendship and much to his surprise, Marco felt an odd companionship with the slightly gothic young man. Underneath all that make up and witty sarcasm there was real darkness, something the much abused male could relate to and appreciate.

This wasn’t the first time it was going to be just the two of them, hanging out and having a good time in general but this time Marco himself was going to make a difference. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t completely oblivious to the blond’s flirting and was now going to make him put his money where his mouth was, or rather, make him put his mouth where he’d promised to have it…

Determination flashed in the whiskey-coloured eyes and he marched into the club, heat and bumping techno music blasting him immediately. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he began to look if his blond companion was already there. Surprisingly enough, he spotted the man on the dancefloor, grinding against some redhead of an indetermined gender. Not really one to dance himself, Marco made his way to the bar where he continued to eye Kira over the brim of his glass. Apparently his entrance had been noticed as well, since as the song came to an end, the blond left to join the raven haired man at the bar, a swagger obvious in his steps.

He answered Marco’s greeting nod with a wink: “Hey there, Warrior. I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show up…” The blond decided to ignore the sniff he got as a reply and began to battle for the bartender’s attention in order to get himself a drink as well. Looking at the man stretch over the counter, Marco couldn’t help but to wonder how all of the man’s movements seemed so practiced in their seductive gracefulness.

When the waist of Kira’s pants finally rode low enough to reveal where tan lines should’ve been, the dark one’s eyes flashed with mischief and he pulled out his wallet, picking up a note and tucking it in the blond’s cleft. Immediately the man’s head turned back to see who was responsible for such violation but as soon as he saw Marco’s smirk, he pulled the bill out and inspected it, commenting: “A twenty? How you do underestimate me, Warrior. I’m positively disappointed.”

Kira’s mock-scandalized expression was enough to wring an amused snort out of his companion. The blond could play quite the drama queen when he chose to, something that was capable of entertaining Marco to no end. When he finally got himself a drink, he sipped it with satisfaction and questioned his friend: “So what’s the plan, Warrior? Have fun, get wasted and end up passing out in the gutter?”

Not that they’d ever done something like that, but the younger man chuckled and said: “Nah, I figured I’d try something different tonight.”

Kira laughed and said good-heartedly: “I’m almost dreading to imagine what that might be. But you’ll have to hold that thought because I need to visit the bathroom.” Marco nodded and watched with narrow eyes as that attractive piece of tail retreated away from him.

Upon his return, Kira was hardly surprised to see a young lady on his previous seat, trying to make a pass at the dark male, an event during their nights out with more inevitability than taxes and death. When he saw that his friend was back, Marco swiftly pulled him to sit on his lap, much to the girl’s annoyance and Kira’s entertainment. The blond showed no shame in making himself comfortable on his new seat, and the dark male found himself enjoying the warmth of the body on top of his, as well as the spicy scent of Kira’s cologne.

The young woman shot them a dirty look and turned her attention to the man sitting on her other side, leaving the two guys to their deviations. Kira shrugged and casually commented: “I think we upset her.” The raven haired one rolled his eyes and his friend continued: “I wonder why they never want us both… You’d figure that’d be something they’d exhaust themselves chasing.”

Marco chuckled and answered: “It might have something to do with how you growl at them every time one as much as dares to look at me.”

The blond turned to look at him indignantly and said: “I do not!” He knew full well that he had done so on more than few occasions, but that didn’t stop him from pouting.

His friend smirked and replied: “It’s cute, though.” Marco pressed a finger against those adorable lips, and felt an odd sense of pride when he wasn’t fazed by the tempting tongue that flicked out to taste it. He grinned and continued, intentionally leaving room for various interpretations: “Besides, I don’t like to share.” He placed his arm around the blond’s waist, with all the appearances of merely steadying him.

Kira’s eyes were filled with curiosity at his friend’s mannerisms; usually he was the one doing all the flirting, only to be pushed away by the flustered man. Normally he wasn’t one to question a good thing when one came along, but this was too strange. He narrowed his gaze and asked: “What’s this about, Warrior?”

The one called Warrior smiled his most seductive grin and leaned forward to answer, his lips almost grazing the blond’s ear: “This is about me giving in to the dark side. About me getting what I want and giving you what you want…” Kira had a fairly good idea what his friend meant, but was still suspicious about what had brought this on.

His grin was nearly feral as he explained to his companion: “What I want, Warrior? What I want is to touch you, feel every inch of you and bring you such pleasure you’ll be delirious, begging me to bring you release as I watch you writhe in that enjoyable agony, chanting my name like it’s the only real thing in your narrowed, white-hot world.”

Marco smiled as he observed the self-satisfied glimmer in those exotically coloured eyes, and replied with a playfully arrogant tone: “Yeah, sounds pretty much like what I had in mind, although I know that I’ll have you screaming my name before the end…” He saw Kira’s eyes darken as the blonde obviously gave his words a thought or two. The taller man might’ve attractive before but now that the game was on, he could see that the way he had pictured him in his lusty dreams was soon to be a poor second to reality.

A wry smirk formed on those lips he so wished to kiss, and with perfect confidence the blond teased: “Well then, unless you’ve suddenly developed an exhibitionist streak I wasn’t aware of and plan to do all that right here, I suggest we move this party to somewhere more private.”

At his nod, Kira hopped off his lap and together they made their way out of the club. Outside in the cool air, the blond wrapped his arms around Marco’s shoulders and nuzzled his ear, whispering: “My flat is only a couple of blocks away but if you want to go to your place, I’ll survive the wait.”

The dark male was curious at the offer. None of the gang had been invited to Kira’s place and they’d often joked about what it would be like; excessive amounts of red velvet and huge, strategically placed mirrors had often featured in their jibes. He gave these thoughts an amused snort and replied: “What are we standing here for, then? Let’s get going…”

Kira’s approving laughter rang in the air and he began to lead the way. While they were walking, he asked in a disarming voice: “You’ve never been with a guy before, have you?” Marco shook his head, not wanting to voice his inexperience despite the warm look in his friend’s eyes. The blond smiled in reassurance: “Hey, it’s all good.”

They arrived at the apartment, located in a trendy building downtown, and Kira opened the door, inviting his partner in. Kicking off his boots, he announced: “Welcome to my humble abode.” The shorter man chuckled at such antics, for there was nothing humble about either the flat or he owner. He followed the blond’s example and stepped inside.

As soon as the door was closed again, Kira’s lips were against his and that sweet tongue questing for entrance to his mouth. The passion in the kiss was undeniable; it was as if the blond was desperate to feel and taste him in fear of losing him at any given moment. Slowly Kira’s hands were traveling up his torso, sliding his shirt off while holding on to the man’s promise of trying to touch as much of him as possible.

Sensing that Marco was giving him free hands, he broke the kiss and began guiding him towards the lavishly decorated bedroom. The blond shot his soon-to-be lover a seductive look and peeled his own shirt off, revealing a large twin-dragon tattoo, and smirked as he noticed the other man’s hungry gaze measuring his torso. His Warrior was definitely seeing something he liked.

The room was pleasantly dim; no lights were on but the bright lights of the city glowing in from the windows had all hues bathed in shadowy gray, enhancing every contrast between light and dark. Kira snaked his pale arms around his companion, running his hands everywhere and unashamedly rubbing the awakening manhood, wringing a sigh from Marco’s lips. He rewarded the raven haired man with a kiss and slipped a hand inside his jeans, grasping the hot flesh, moaning at the sensation of the organ hardening under his touch.

Kira’s breathing was audibly faster when he pulled away and promised: “I’m going to make this so good for you, Warrior…” With that, he lowered himself down to his knees and torturously slowly opened the buttons of the jeans and pulled them lower on the slightly curved hips, revealing the focus of his dirty dreams. He wrapped a hand around Marco’s cock and began to lightly stroke it, looking up to meet his eyes, trying to gauge the young man’s thoughts.

He didn’t know whether it was because he was with another man or if it was only Kira but there was none of the awkwardness or annoying teasing the females seemed to be always into, instead his hard manhood was held in a firm grip as that pink tongue took a long lick on the underside of his cock before the blond suckled the crown into his mouth. That determined tongue explored every curve of the sensitive head and Marco could do nothing but groan at the delighted hum that escaped Kira’s throat as he took the length deeper into his hot, eager mouth.

The blond’s arms wrapped themselves around Marco’s waist and hips, and the raven haired male couldn’t help but to look down at his pleasurer. His dark length sliding in between the kiss swollen lips was an almost unbearably hot sight but what struck him most through his hazed mind was the look of enjoyment and concentration on the artistically decorated face.

Kira’s lips closed tighter around the hard flesh as he used his grip of his partner’s hips to rhythmically thrust the hot cock in and almost all the way out while his tongue laved its precious attention on everything it could reach. Marco was sure that delicious suction was going to be the end of his brains, as he was only half a moment away from an explosive climax. Much to his disappointment, Kira also seemed to be aware of that fact when that sinful mouth relinquished its wet hold and angrily the dark haired man glared down at the smirking face at level with his crotch.

“It’s your call, Warrior, I could happily just suck you off…” The blond emphasized this with a brief, savoring lick on the weeping member and continued: “But I’d much rather have you fuck me with all that fiery passion of yours.” The violet eyes gazing up at him were two liquid pools of lust and with a deep growl Marco pulled the tall blond back up, attacking his neck with nips and kisses. Kira’s appreciative moan and roll of leather-clad hips against his desire were enough to drive away any hesitations he might’ve had, and immediately his hands were feeling up the blond’s toned upper body, now slick with sweat.

His fingers discovered the hoop of his blond’s nipple piercing and there was no way he could’ve restrained himself from giving it a nice tug, earning him a pleased groan. The sadistic streak in him fully appreciated this turn of events, adding a little sting to his bites and enjoying the wanton noises he could draw out from the desirous Kira. Slowly his hands wandered lower, feeling the new territory as he began to work open his partner’s apparently last article of clothing. When there were no obstructions between the blond’s hardness and his touch, he wrapped his hand around the eager member, the new sensation only exciting him further.

Reluctantly Kira pulled himself away from the touch and began to peel the tight leather off his body, and Marco found himself admiring every inch of the milky white flesh that got exposed. When the blonde was finally bare for his heated gaze, a playful smirk visited those lips and Kira once again dropped to his knees and crawled to in front of Marco and began tugging his jeans lower, leaving little nips on the insides of his thighs as they got exposed.

The dark man was practically drunk on his friend’s sensuality, the very thing that he found so attractive about him in the first place. He stepped out of the clothes as Kira made his way up the lean body in front of him, a seductive smile widening as he asked: “Now, I suggest we move this party to the bed, unless you’d like to take me against the wall?”

Again, Marco seemed to be almost shy and the blond took his hand and guided him to the bed, settling on top of it himself first. The effect of fey beauty that the dim lighting created was not lost on the very captive audience, and in an instant Marco was seductively crawling over his newfound lover.

The contrast of his black nails on the pale skin was a most fascinating one, and tempted the dark man to run them down, enjoying the sight of Kira arching into the teasing touch. The pale pink welts left behind by his nails were like a macabre form of art, and a pleasurable one as well, if the blond’s moans were anything to go by. When his hand finally reached his friend’s erection, he fisted it, feeling the smooth, heated skin.

Kira’s head was thrown back and he cried out, his voice thick with passion: “Damn, Warrior! Fuck me. Now!” The dark male was somewhat aware of the mechanics of gay sex and looked down at his friend, his handsome features full of apprehension. The blond smiled at him and reached for a tube of lubricant stashed underneath a pillow. He stretched upwards to gently kiss Marco and whispered: “Some pain is good, yeah? The kind that hurts just right. But you’ll have to use those talented fingers of yours to prep me first.”

Nodding in understanding, Marco took the tube and settled himself between the taller male’s long, lean thighs as he spread them in invitation. He examined the tube in his hand and opened it to squirt some of the clear gel on his hand, making sure to coat his fingers with it. Kira nodded, and his lover carefully eased a finger into his puckered entrance, soon adding another one after a moaned plea for more. Marco scissored his fingers, entranced by the feel of hot tightness and the sight the gorgeous body in front of him, swallowing the digits and trying to get them deeper inside.

He was slightly surprised when Kira grabbed his hand, stilling his motions and pulling his fingers out of his channel. He was rewarded with a passionate kiss and a sexy smirk: “Your fingers feel like heaven inside me Warrior, but I want something even better.” The teasing blond grasped the tube and released some more of its contents in order to spread it over the dark, straining hardness about to invade his body.

The blond grinned at his friend’s groan, and quickly pulled a pillow under his hips, spreading his thighs. Marco got the hint and moved closer, teasing the loosened opening with the head of his slicked length. After Kira shot him a dirty glare and muttered something that resembled ‘stupid, teasing bastard’, did he slowly begin to push inside that wondrous heat. Once every inch of his cock was seated in that passage, both of them were breathing fast and the rather vocal blond was moaning: “So fucking good…!”

Testing the new territory, Marco carefully pulled back and thrust again, only to find Kira pushing his hips back, allowing him to penetrate deeper. The blond’s body fit his cock like a glove, and the younger man knew he wouldn’t last as long as he would’ve liked. He worked up a slow rhythm, enough to be pleasurable but not to bring him over.

Kira’s hand caught a tattooed arm and he said: “You’re not gonna break me, so fuck me.”

Marco nodded and began to pick up the pace, the tightness welcoming him in every time he thrust, and gripped him like a vice as he pulled back. The sight of Kira in the throes of passion, bucking and squirming under him was almost enough to do him in, and once the blond’s hand grasped his own cock and began to stroke it, the dark man had to screw his eyes shut.

Suddenly he felt the body underneath him tense up, and his gaze found the blond head thrown back as he howled the pleasure of his climax, the hot spunk releasing on the pale stomach. Kira’s whole body was spasming, and after a few more frantic thrusts, Marco found his own orgasm. His essence exploded into the sated and yet still hungry channel, and he slumped on top of his blond.

After he had caught his breath and the pounding of blood in his ears had subsided, Marco could hear Kira’s chuckled question: “I hope that lived up to your expectations?”

The dark male spent a moments just listening to his friend-turned-lover’s breathing and trying to figure out the right answer to the question. He knew that Kira claimed to have a reputation with the lads and the ladies, but he didn’t know how to apply that to himself. He wasn’t in love with the blond but he didn’t wish to simply be one of the loved and left one-night stands, remembered only as long as the lazy, satisfied smile lasted on his beautiful face in the morning…

A/n for all of those who were wondering: in Italian origins “Warrior” is the meaning of the name Marco, so Kira calling him that isn’t all that farfetched. This is actually the first time I’ve written original characters with such detailed personalities, so I’d be happy if you’d be able to tell me if you thought them any good.