Kiyo snuggled close to Evan as his lover moved; he didn't want to lose the intimate link between them. On top of that he was enjoying the sensation of shamelessly rubbing himself against Evan, doing his utmost to excite his partner all over again.
"Do I?" he asked when Evan said he smelled like fire. "I'm glad," was his next statement. If Evan liked it that made it good. Kiyo liked to please Evan, no matter how he managed it.
He reached back behind him and used his arm to hold Evan close as he hummed happily, rhythmically, slowly shifting so that he was as close as possible to Evan. His hand slid over and along Evan's hip, trailing across his muscular thigh. Evan was perfectly built, so tightly muscled, so wonderfully sculpted. Kiyo could touch him all night.
He turned his head slightly when Evan asked about his kind and their senses. There was no reason he shouldn't answer the question, he didn't think. It was Evan, after all. He smiled softly.
"No," he said. "All of them have better senses than the average human, but some of us have more. Much more. We notice tiny details, things the others can't pick up. It's not always a blessing." The last bit was stated somewhat wryly; Evan already knew how sensitive Kiyo's sense of smell was. All things being equal, Kiyo had heard, smelled, and seen plenty of things he felt he was better off never having experienced.
It was hard to worry about what Evan brought up next, as Kiyo was busy engaging in the sensation of that silky tassel of hair dragging across his skin. "They could... notice..." he gasped, shivering with pleasure. "But we can... explain it."
He moaned softly. Evan's attentions were going to drive him crazy. Those feather light touches of hair were igniting every nerve ending. It suddenly struck Kiyo that his heightened senses might be exactly why he was so receptive to what they were doing now. He blinked to himself. He'd thought it meant he was cheap. Or trashy. And he'd been treated that way. He'd let himself be treated that way. Why hadn't it ever occurred to him?
Because he hadn't had Evan, was why. Because no one lay with him and held him, talked to him, made him feel valuable and gave him enough confidence to think about it in other terms. Kiyo felt star struck for a few moments. Tightness, not the anxious kind, the good kind, blossomed in his chest. He did want Evan to love him. Because he was pretty sure he was in love with Evan too. Maybe.
He lifted his leg and hooked it over Evan's when urged to; already he could feel Evan stirring inside of him, and the sensation was incredible. He moaned again, closing his eyes tightly, his arm still behind him to pull Evan close.
Evan's light touches, now with his hand and fingertips, were driving him mad. He tossed his head a little, unable to keep still, as Evan traversed his chest, stomach, and thighs, now moving ever so slowly within him. Kiyo panted softly as Evan claimed to want him again.
"Evan... it's not just my sense of smell..." Kiyo's voice was hoarse with desire, with restrained need. "It's everything. Sight. Sound..." he swallowed as Evan's hand found the soft curls near the base of his newly aroused cock. "Touch," he whispered, barely able to choke the word out around another soft moan of pleasure.
He opened his hazel eyes wide and turned to look back up at Evan, admiring his handsome face, tender expression, beautiful dark eyes. "I'm addictive?"
Evan was, indeed, hard again. Kiyo could feel him pushing against him once again and he wanted it so badly it burned. He pressed his hips back, angling himself to receive his lover, smiling with the delicious luxury of being loved like this.
"If I'm addictive you shouldn't let me get too far away. Just in case you need a hit."
He tried to grin at Evan but he ended up simply closing his eyes and uttering a long soft sigh of ecstasy.
Oh Yes is definitely still Yes
Evan sat on his futon couch and waited for Kiyoshi to join them. There were still people down in the bar finishing up for the night so they couldn't be seen leaving together. It gave him time to get Kiyo's gifts ready. They sat wrapped up on the cushion next to him. This whole Yule gifting celebration was a wonderful idea; so nice of the Christians to bring it mainstream.
He rather liked the cheerful holiday though it was busy and a bit bewildering. The people who claimed to follow the religion associated with Christmas did not seem to understand their own traditions. What does Santa Claus have to with baby Jesus exactly? Oh right, supposedly some rich guy who gave away his worldly goods. What about the tree with all the lights? Right, stolen from the pagan beliefs of Europe along with the time of year and a lot of the traditional decoration. No doubt few Christians could explain mistletoe or holly; though by now they probably had some made up answer to give to the smarter than average curious boys and girls who don't just go along with the "this is what we decorate with because we always have' line.
What about the flying red nosed reindeer? Where the hell did that come from? He loved that and tried to picture how some poor animal would have survived in the wild with that unfortunate mutation. Rudolf would have been Christmas dinner. Still it was a cute story.
His personal favorite was Frosty the Snowman. He loved that cartoon.
His mind wandered back to Kiyoshi and he hoped that his partner was feeling better. Gordon would not manage to send Kiyo away or make life difficult for him. He would make sure of it. He doubted Kiyo believed that but he was willing to prove it.
Setting the gifts on the floor, he turned and laid down on the couch. He was too long for it so his feet were propped up on the cushioned arm rest. Evan had already changed clothes and was wearing a pair of loose fitting white jogging pants. That was plenty. Kiyoshi would probably freeze to death. Evan looked down at the gifts on the floor. Maybe he should have gotten Kiyo a space heater.
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
Evan was relieved when Kiyoshi explained that his senses were better than most others of his kind. That meant the chances of one of the others noticing a hint of Kiyo on him was less likely.
He could understand what Kiyoshi meant about such heightened senses not being a blessing. There were places in the city that would nearly knock him over with the stench, and some of the modern sounds were enough to make a person nearly deaf. He couldn't imagine if his senses were heightened even more than they were already. He knew some vampires that needed sunglasses and earplugs to just get around downtown without being overloaded.
Looking down at his lover when he spoke again, Evan smiled and teased. "Its not?" Kiyoshi had mentioned he heard better than most werewolves as well. It seemed to be an overall thing as his partner went on to explain, listing out the senses. The last word tremulous in Kiyo's soft voice, barely uttered. Evan's grin widened. "I see." He did; it explained why his lover was so easily overwhelmed by all the sensations and came so quickly.
He smiled down at Kiyo when his lover suggested that he not let him get far away in case he needed another dose of his partner's presence. "Pusher." Evan growled softly into Kiyo's hair. "You are definitely my drug of choice." He gently thrust in and out in a slow steady rhythm, not yet overwhelmed to the point of burning, immediate need.
Kiyo's earlier words still made him wonder. There was definitely both good and bad in extra senses but how did Kiyo cope with it? "Hmm, Does this sensitivity bother you?" He ran his hand lightly over his partner's skin once more. Should he be more firm, would that be better, less stimulating? Evan didn't think what they were doing at the present moment was irritating, at least Kiyo's actions seemed to suggest otherwise, but when they weren't doing this, what about then? Had he ever stroked Kiyoshi's back or toyed with his hair and the werewolf had really wanted him to stop? Evan held his partner close most nights when they went to sleep; something about Kiyo just made him want to hug him tightly and protect him from the world. Maybe that was annoying, perhaps that had been part of the reason Kiyo had trouble sleeping in the beginning. "If something I do ever hurts you or makes you uncomfortable. I want you to tell me, Kiyoshi. Don't suffer through something like that for my sake." Evan hugged the werewolf tighter to him and added in a murmur. "Even if you think I really want it. Promise to tell me. I want to know."
"Like this." He reached down and wrapped his arm beneath Kiyo's thigh and pulling it up toward him. Holding onto his partner's leg, he used it as leverage to push himself deeper into his companion. "Is this okay?" He knew the answer already; now he was just being mischievous to lighten the mood once more. " And this?" Evan bent down and gently bit Kiyo on the neck, fangs scraping lightly over his lover's skin. "I could stop if you wanted me too..." He murmured seductively in his lover's ear. Who was he kidding? He would do it Kiyo wanted him to but barring that stopping was almost physically impossible at this point.
He could understand what Kiyoshi meant about such heightened senses not being a blessing. There were places in the city that would nearly knock him over with the stench, and some of the modern sounds were enough to make a person nearly deaf. He couldn't imagine if his senses were heightened even more than they were already. He knew some vampires that needed sunglasses and earplugs to just get around downtown without being overloaded.
Looking down at his lover when he spoke again, Evan smiled and teased. "Its not?" Kiyoshi had mentioned he heard better than most werewolves as well. It seemed to be an overall thing as his partner went on to explain, listing out the senses. The last word tremulous in Kiyo's soft voice, barely uttered. Evan's grin widened. "I see." He did; it explained why his lover was so easily overwhelmed by all the sensations and came so quickly.
He smiled down at Kiyo when his lover suggested that he not let him get far away in case he needed another dose of his partner's presence. "Pusher." Evan growled softly into Kiyo's hair. "You are definitely my drug of choice." He gently thrust in and out in a slow steady rhythm, not yet overwhelmed to the point of burning, immediate need.
Kiyo's earlier words still made him wonder. There was definitely both good and bad in extra senses but how did Kiyo cope with it? "Hmm, Does this sensitivity bother you?" He ran his hand lightly over his partner's skin once more. Should he be more firm, would that be better, less stimulating? Evan didn't think what they were doing at the present moment was irritating, at least Kiyo's actions seemed to suggest otherwise, but when they weren't doing this, what about then? Had he ever stroked Kiyoshi's back or toyed with his hair and the werewolf had really wanted him to stop? Evan held his partner close most nights when they went to sleep; something about Kiyo just made him want to hug him tightly and protect him from the world. Maybe that was annoying, perhaps that had been part of the reason Kiyo had trouble sleeping in the beginning. "If something I do ever hurts you or makes you uncomfortable. I want you to tell me, Kiyoshi. Don't suffer through something like that for my sake." Evan hugged the werewolf tighter to him and added in a murmur. "Even if you think I really want it. Promise to tell me. I want to know."
"Like this." He reached down and wrapped his arm beneath Kiyo's thigh and pulling it up toward him. Holding onto his partner's leg, he used it as leverage to push himself deeper into his companion. "Is this okay?" He knew the answer already; now he was just being mischievous to lighten the mood once more. " And this?" Evan bent down and gently bit Kiyo on the neck, fangs scraping lightly over his lover's skin. "I could stop if you wanted me too..." He murmured seductively in his lover's ear. Who was he kidding? He would do it Kiyo wanted him to but barring that stopping was almost physically impossible at this point.
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
When Evan said 'I see' in that tone of voice, Kiyoshi believed him. Evan had a way of making himself understood in as many or as few words as he needed. Kiyo suspected he did indeed see what he'd meant when he explained that he was sensitive. He was still reeling, however, under the revelation that he might not be a whore. Combined with Evan's caring attentions he could only rub against his lover and make a variety of noises that seemed counter to his recent revelation.
Evan's growl made Kiyo chuckle softly, then blink at the hoarse, sultry sound of it. He could hardly believe that was him. His voice normally had a little bit of a burr to it but what had just come out was... halfway sexy. Evan did it to him. Evan made him better, smarter. Sexier. Better. Kiyo grasped his partner tightly to him as they moved together, smiling and nodding.
"I'm a pusher," he agreed softly, gasping as he felt the delicious stretch while Evan moved in and out, slick and hard and hugely satisfying inside of him. "Just for you though," he said with satisfaction. "There's only enough of me for one person."
Maybe not even. Evan's sex drive was equal to, if not stronger than, his own. And that was saying something. Kiyo could pretty much go all night and Evan made him want to. He reflected for a moment as he moaned again at the feel of Evan's hard length pushing him open. He'd had previous partners take advantage of him. Repeatedly, painfully, all night like that. The fact that Kiyo came again and again made them think they were something else. Until now, he'd never actually experienced the thrill of being teased and caressed and loved to that point over and over. He never wanted it to end.
"I think I might be an addict, too."
Evan seemed thoughtful for a moment, which was a difficult condition for Kiyo to pin down owing to their current activity. His lover's concern soon made it clear why he was a little hung up on it and Kiyo quickly tried to reassure him, through his various groans, gasps, and sighs.
"It does bother me sometimes," he admitted, gripping the comforter beneath them and rocking his hips back into Evan's. "Only when something unusual comes along though."
He gasped as Evan thrust gently again, trying to keep his thoughts intact. "Mostly I'm used to normal things. Normal for me, anyway."
Kiyo shivered as Evan's hand running over his skin raised goosebumps. He gave a little 'mmm' of pleasure, partly to let Evan know how much he liked his touch and partly because the sound would have escaped him anyway.
"You wouldn't hurt me Evan. You take... such good care of me." It was getting harder to talk. Evan's cock inside of him felt so good, so damn good, that even after climaxing twice Kiyo was already fighting off the third. "Ahh... I'll tell you... if I don't like it... mmm..."
Evan's voice became light, teasing, and he hooked his arm around Kiyo's leg, pulling it up. Kiyo moaned as Evan reared back and then gave a short scream as his partner thrust deeper still. "Oh God. Don't stop."
Evan's teeth on his neck were tantalizing. He wanted to feel them but he knew he couldn't. Could Evan bite him without swallowing any blood? He wondered briefly. Would it feel the same for either of them? "I wish you could..."
Kiyo arched his neck toward Evan's mouth, pushing his hips into Evan's, whimpering softly. "Don't stop, please don't stop Evan. It's so good. You're... so good... to me..."
He was begging shamelessly again. Did Evan know what he was doing to him? Kiyo wished he could be eloquent like Evan but words failed him. No one did this for him, to him. No one had ever loved him like Evan did, physically, emotionally. Kiyo was going to become hopelessly spoiled like this, and he'd never wanted anything more... except, perhaps, to make Evan feel just as good as Evan made him feel.
Meanwhile he bucked helplessly against Evan, completely unable to resist the drive to urge Evan on. Evan had teased him so sweetly, so patiently, before, that the feel of being taken like this wasn't demeaning, degrading, or humiliating. It was perfect, so perfect. Kiyo dug his fingers into the bed and used that leverage to meet Evan's thrusts, giving them more power, trying to take him in even deeper, crying out with pleasure at each surge.
Evan's growl made Kiyo chuckle softly, then blink at the hoarse, sultry sound of it. He could hardly believe that was him. His voice normally had a little bit of a burr to it but what had just come out was... halfway sexy. Evan did it to him. Evan made him better, smarter. Sexier. Better. Kiyo grasped his partner tightly to him as they moved together, smiling and nodding.
"I'm a pusher," he agreed softly, gasping as he felt the delicious stretch while Evan moved in and out, slick and hard and hugely satisfying inside of him. "Just for you though," he said with satisfaction. "There's only enough of me for one person."
Maybe not even. Evan's sex drive was equal to, if not stronger than, his own. And that was saying something. Kiyo could pretty much go all night and Evan made him want to. He reflected for a moment as he moaned again at the feel of Evan's hard length pushing him open. He'd had previous partners take advantage of him. Repeatedly, painfully, all night like that. The fact that Kiyo came again and again made them think they were something else. Until now, he'd never actually experienced the thrill of being teased and caressed and loved to that point over and over. He never wanted it to end.
"I think I might be an addict, too."
Evan seemed thoughtful for a moment, which was a difficult condition for Kiyo to pin down owing to their current activity. His lover's concern soon made it clear why he was a little hung up on it and Kiyo quickly tried to reassure him, through his various groans, gasps, and sighs.
"It does bother me sometimes," he admitted, gripping the comforter beneath them and rocking his hips back into Evan's. "Only when something unusual comes along though."
He gasped as Evan thrust gently again, trying to keep his thoughts intact. "Mostly I'm used to normal things. Normal for me, anyway."
Kiyo shivered as Evan's hand running over his skin raised goosebumps. He gave a little 'mmm' of pleasure, partly to let Evan know how much he liked his touch and partly because the sound would have escaped him anyway.
"You wouldn't hurt me Evan. You take... such good care of me." It was getting harder to talk. Evan's cock inside of him felt so good, so damn good, that even after climaxing twice Kiyo was already fighting off the third. "Ahh... I'll tell you... if I don't like it... mmm..."
Evan's voice became light, teasing, and he hooked his arm around Kiyo's leg, pulling it up. Kiyo moaned as Evan reared back and then gave a short scream as his partner thrust deeper still. "Oh God. Don't stop."
Evan's teeth on his neck were tantalizing. He wanted to feel them but he knew he couldn't. Could Evan bite him without swallowing any blood? He wondered briefly. Would it feel the same for either of them? "I wish you could..."
Kiyo arched his neck toward Evan's mouth, pushing his hips into Evan's, whimpering softly. "Don't stop, please don't stop Evan. It's so good. You're... so good... to me..."
He was begging shamelessly again. Did Evan know what he was doing to him? Kiyo wished he could be eloquent like Evan but words failed him. No one did this for him, to him. No one had ever loved him like Evan did, physically, emotionally. Kiyo was going to become hopelessly spoiled like this, and he'd never wanted anything more... except, perhaps, to make Evan feel just as good as Evan made him feel.
Meanwhile he bucked helplessly against Evan, completely unable to resist the drive to urge Evan on. Evan had teased him so sweetly, so patiently, before, that the feel of being taken like this wasn't demeaning, degrading, or humiliating. It was perfect, so perfect. Kiyo dug his fingers into the bed and used that leverage to meet Evan's thrusts, giving them more power, trying to take him in even deeper, crying out with pleasure at each surge.
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
Evan listened to what Kiyo said about his senses. He would still try to remember them in the future. That was what you did for someone you cared about, take their needs and wants into consideration whenever you did things that would effect them. And he always wanted to consider Kiyo's wants and needs. He was the type of person to do that for his friends anyway but with Kiyoshi there was an extra amount of care, an almost obsessive concern for what Kiyo might like or want. Evan smiled to himself, that was definitely the beginning of love.
"I will keep taking good care of you." He vowed in a soft voice. Evan waited for Kiyo to tell him that he would let him know if he ever did something that was painful or that he didn't like. It was very important to him to know that Kiyoshi wouldn't simply suffer through a situation just for him. "I... promise." His voice was a hoarse breathless sigh toward the end.
The sound his partner made when he pushed deeper into him seemed to strike every nerve in his body; the flame of desire became a bonfire. He would replay that sound again and again in his daydreams and he knew that just by thinking about how Kiyoshi sounded and felt at this moment would help him come again even when he was alone. Kiyo told him not to stop and that was one direction he could wholeheartedly follow. His lover's writhing movements against him made it impossible to do anything else. He held on tightly to Kiyoshi's leg and began thrusting in a more insistent rhythm.
He moved to his lover's neck and Kiyoshi arched it nicely for him. Evan moaned softly against it, so warm and tempting. His companion spoke of wishing he could bite him. He wanted it as well, perhaps selfishly, but it was his nature and it was hard to deny. Evan tilted his head to the side, pressing his cheek against Kiyo's neck. "I know..." Nothing was perfect. They would make it as close to perfect as they possibly could.
Hearing Kiyo begging him not to stop was an aphrodisiac all on its own. This was the same man who covered every sigh and moan the first time they had sex. He loved this uninhibited Kiyoshi. "I can't...anyway." He spoke between thrusts. "You are... too irresistible." Evan gasped and pulled himself away from Kiyo's neck entirely lest instinct take over. He buried his face in his lover's hair and moaned with each progressively, faster, harder stroke. His voice was a low rumbling sound as he forced out each word. "I... need... you." Right now? Always? He was not entirely sure what he was saying but it was true for the moment and quite probably for the future as well.
Pushing his lover's leg a little higher, he kept it in place with the crook of his arm so that his hand could reach down and stroke his lover's cock firmly, in time with his thrusts.
He was not going to last much longer and he wanted Kiyo to come with him. Soon, he felt the edge of bliss rushing toward him. Evan embraced it, crying out his lover's name as he came in that blinding white light of ecstasy. He arched against his partner, all of his muscles becoming tense as the waves of pleasure rolled through his body. Evan sighed and thrust and few more times, more gently than before as his lover came with him.
His eyes closed in satisfied complacency, Evan wrapped his arm once more around Kiyo's chest. He could stay like this forever and be content. However, his lover was likely wet and sticky. The afterglow only lasted so long before you realized you were laying in your own cooling cum. Evan eased himself out of his partner and then gently pulled the towel from beneath Kiyo. He used a dry end of it to wipe them both off before standing up and heading to the bathroom.
Evan came back with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. He climbed up into the bed beside his lover and sat crossed legged with the bowl nestled in the valley of his entwined legs. Dipping the cloth in the water, he reached down and began to slowly wash Kiyo clean.
"Close your eyes." He gently brushed the wet rag over his partner's face, then down his neck and arms. Smiling down at Kiyoshi, he said again what he had mentioned before. "I always want to take care of you, Little Wolf."
"I will keep taking good care of you." He vowed in a soft voice. Evan waited for Kiyo to tell him that he would let him know if he ever did something that was painful or that he didn't like. It was very important to him to know that Kiyoshi wouldn't simply suffer through a situation just for him. "I... promise." His voice was a hoarse breathless sigh toward the end.
The sound his partner made when he pushed deeper into him seemed to strike every nerve in his body; the flame of desire became a bonfire. He would replay that sound again and again in his daydreams and he knew that just by thinking about how Kiyoshi sounded and felt at this moment would help him come again even when he was alone. Kiyo told him not to stop and that was one direction he could wholeheartedly follow. His lover's writhing movements against him made it impossible to do anything else. He held on tightly to Kiyoshi's leg and began thrusting in a more insistent rhythm.
He moved to his lover's neck and Kiyoshi arched it nicely for him. Evan moaned softly against it, so warm and tempting. His companion spoke of wishing he could bite him. He wanted it as well, perhaps selfishly, but it was his nature and it was hard to deny. Evan tilted his head to the side, pressing his cheek against Kiyo's neck. "I know..." Nothing was perfect. They would make it as close to perfect as they possibly could.
Hearing Kiyo begging him not to stop was an aphrodisiac all on its own. This was the same man who covered every sigh and moan the first time they had sex. He loved this uninhibited Kiyoshi. "I can't...anyway." He spoke between thrusts. "You are... too irresistible." Evan gasped and pulled himself away from Kiyo's neck entirely lest instinct take over. He buried his face in his lover's hair and moaned with each progressively, faster, harder stroke. His voice was a low rumbling sound as he forced out each word. "I... need... you." Right now? Always? He was not entirely sure what he was saying but it was true for the moment and quite probably for the future as well.
Pushing his lover's leg a little higher, he kept it in place with the crook of his arm so that his hand could reach down and stroke his lover's cock firmly, in time with his thrusts.
He was not going to last much longer and he wanted Kiyo to come with him. Soon, he felt the edge of bliss rushing toward him. Evan embraced it, crying out his lover's name as he came in that blinding white light of ecstasy. He arched against his partner, all of his muscles becoming tense as the waves of pleasure rolled through his body. Evan sighed and thrust and few more times, more gently than before as his lover came with him.
His eyes closed in satisfied complacency, Evan wrapped his arm once more around Kiyo's chest. He could stay like this forever and be content. However, his lover was likely wet and sticky. The afterglow only lasted so long before you realized you were laying in your own cooling cum. Evan eased himself out of his partner and then gently pulled the towel from beneath Kiyo. He used a dry end of it to wipe them both off before standing up and heading to the bathroom.
Evan came back with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. He climbed up into the bed beside his lover and sat crossed legged with the bowl nestled in the valley of his entwined legs. Dipping the cloth in the water, he reached down and began to slowly wash Kiyo clean.
"Close your eyes." He gently brushed the wet rag over his partner's face, then down his neck and arms. Smiling down at Kiyoshi, he said again what he had mentioned before. "I always want to take care of you, Little Wolf."
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyoshi's heart gave a squeeze as Evan made him the second promise that night. He gasped at the sensation, something totally separate from the loving that was happening yet still intertwined with every word and every action. He trusted Evan, he thought with minor surprise. He trusted that Evan would make everything all right, that Evan would indeed take good care of him. It was amazing. Thrilling. Would have been unbelievable if he weren't there, himself, feeling it.
The train of thought was lost entirely, or at least pushed to the back burner, as he moved together with Evan, his partner's motions becoming harder, more insistent. Kiyo did his best to match him, still uttering a cry each time Evan filled him, nearing the edge of bliss with a speed that surprised even him.
Evan at his neck was so tempting, so teasing. Kiyo liked having him touch him there anyway but the idea of Evan biting him was a further turn-on. He didn't know why; he'd never been bitten by a vampire before so he didn't know if it would bring pain or pleasure. Perhaps it was just the fact that Evan seemed drawn to his neck. He wanted what Evan wanted, and Kiyo couldn't see Evan wanting to visit harm upon him. He didn't want Evan hurt either, though, so when Evan pulled away and pressed his face into Kiyo's hair Kiyo slid his arm back, up to Evan's hip, and squeezed.
Kiyo felt more than heard Evan's deep voice, vibrating against his back, as Evan claimed to need him. Need him! Kiyo moaned softly at the idea. How could Evan possibly need him? Oh God, he wanted to be needed, wanted to be good for Evan. He wanted to make Evan happy. Kiyo worried that the one who truly needed anyone was him, and deep down he still wondered how he could possibly continue to be what Evan wanted for the long term. He'd figure it out... he would definitely figure it out if he could. For Evan.
"Need you too," he gasped softly, the words choked off as Evan's hand wrapped around him and stroked in time with each deep, desperate thrust.
That extra stimulation was too much; Kiyo cried out in ecstasy as he came yet again, his whole body shuddering with each crash of intense, blinding climax. He felt, once again, that delicious rush of heat as Evan came inside him and it made him moan louder, shivering with pleasure, loving the sensation of Evan's seed filling him.
At that point, Kiyo suspected he might have actually passed out, for he didn't remember what came next. All he could recall was collapsing back against Evan's strong chest. Then suddenly the bed was moving just a bit as Evan... climbed back onto it? Kiyo turned his head to smile up at Evan but was instructed to close his eyes, which he did obediently.
Evan began to wash him gently and Kiyo gave a soft, languorous hum of happiness. Evan's words hit him hard; Kiyo shivered, a combination of emotion and cooling water upon his skin. His breath hitched and he felt his eyes tear up and overflow.
He opened his eyes to look up to Evan through glistening tears, smiling softly. "Really?"
He wanted to be taken care of. By Evan. If anyone had told him even just a few months ago that he would have a real lover, know a vampire, move in with him... Kiyo would have run the other way in shock and alarm. Now he only wanted to run toward Evan. He felt so different with Evan. Like he mattered. Even though he still feared he couldn't be what Evan wanted, that was his own insecurity. Evan made him feel cherished.
Kiyo snuggled as close as he could get to his partner, sighing happily as he was tenderly ministered to. He was getting cold but he did not doubt that Evan would warm him back up. He wanted that. He wanted Evan to hold him. Wanted to hold Evan in return.
The train of thought was lost entirely, or at least pushed to the back burner, as he moved together with Evan, his partner's motions becoming harder, more insistent. Kiyo did his best to match him, still uttering a cry each time Evan filled him, nearing the edge of bliss with a speed that surprised even him.
Evan at his neck was so tempting, so teasing. Kiyo liked having him touch him there anyway but the idea of Evan biting him was a further turn-on. He didn't know why; he'd never been bitten by a vampire before so he didn't know if it would bring pain or pleasure. Perhaps it was just the fact that Evan seemed drawn to his neck. He wanted what Evan wanted, and Kiyo couldn't see Evan wanting to visit harm upon him. He didn't want Evan hurt either, though, so when Evan pulled away and pressed his face into Kiyo's hair Kiyo slid his arm back, up to Evan's hip, and squeezed.
Kiyo felt more than heard Evan's deep voice, vibrating against his back, as Evan claimed to need him. Need him! Kiyo moaned softly at the idea. How could Evan possibly need him? Oh God, he wanted to be needed, wanted to be good for Evan. He wanted to make Evan happy. Kiyo worried that the one who truly needed anyone was him, and deep down he still wondered how he could possibly continue to be what Evan wanted for the long term. He'd figure it out... he would definitely figure it out if he could. For Evan.
"Need you too," he gasped softly, the words choked off as Evan's hand wrapped around him and stroked in time with each deep, desperate thrust.
That extra stimulation was too much; Kiyo cried out in ecstasy as he came yet again, his whole body shuddering with each crash of intense, blinding climax. He felt, once again, that delicious rush of heat as Evan came inside him and it made him moan louder, shivering with pleasure, loving the sensation of Evan's seed filling him.
At that point, Kiyo suspected he might have actually passed out, for he didn't remember what came next. All he could recall was collapsing back against Evan's strong chest. Then suddenly the bed was moving just a bit as Evan... climbed back onto it? Kiyo turned his head to smile up at Evan but was instructed to close his eyes, which he did obediently.
Evan began to wash him gently and Kiyo gave a soft, languorous hum of happiness. Evan's words hit him hard; Kiyo shivered, a combination of emotion and cooling water upon his skin. His breath hitched and he felt his eyes tear up and overflow.
He opened his eyes to look up to Evan through glistening tears, smiling softly. "Really?"
He wanted to be taken care of. By Evan. If anyone had told him even just a few months ago that he would have a real lover, know a vampire, move in with him... Kiyo would have run the other way in shock and alarm. Now he only wanted to run toward Evan. He felt so different with Evan. Like he mattered. Even though he still feared he couldn't be what Evan wanted, that was his own insecurity. Evan made him feel cherished.
Kiyo snuggled as close as he could get to his partner, sighing happily as he was tenderly ministered to. He was getting cold but he did not doubt that Evan would warm him back up. He wanted that. He wanted Evan to hold him. Wanted to hold Evan in return.
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
Evan had not quite expected the reaction his words received. He leaned backward and set the bowl on the nightstand and placed the washcloth in it. Tilting forward, he placed both hands on either side of Kiyoshi and leaned down over him.
"Yes, really."
He kissed his lover tenderly and reached up a warm hand to wipe the tears from Kiyo's face. With a final soft peck on the cheek, he leaned back once more.
Picking up the bowl and settling it in his lap again, he smiled at his companion. Evan started back to work, washing his lover's chest in long smooth strokes.
"You are special. I cannot imagine anyone who really knew you not loving you, Kiyo." His smile was tinged with a little sadness because there had been people in his partner's life who should have known him and loved him more and they hadn't. Evan was still angry at the parents who would turn away a small scared boy, no matter what they thought ailed him. "You are kind, smart and funny." He reached up and swiped his lover's nose with the rag in his hand. "when you let people see it."
Moving down along with his washing, Evan dipped the cloth in the warm water and then swirled it around his lover's hips. He ran it over the curly thatch of hair and then gently cleaned his partner's spent member. Evan did his best to move on quickly; though a portion of him fought to linger. His poor wolf needed a rest.
He spread his lover's legs and smoothed the cloth over Kiyo's balls, cleaning them carefully before going on to one leg and moving down it with long strokes that were more firm. Evan made quick work of the one and then moved to the other. He wanted to finish before both the water and his partner got cold.
Picking the bowl up, he walked on his knees toward the end of the bed. He finished his bath by cleaning and massaging his lover's feet. They stood for hours without a break, and werewolf or not, that strain was bound to take its toll.
"I am conflicted." He turned partially around and smiled at Kiyo over his shoulder. "A part of me wants to show everyone the Kiyoshi that I see so they will find him irresistible also." His grin became wider as he added. "and another part of me wants to hide you in a closet and keep you to myself."
He kneaded along the heels, pressed in long sweeping motions up the arches, rolled his thumbs over the balls of his lover's feet and then gently pinched his big toes. The last one just for fun.
Evan got out of the bed, went to the bathroom, dumped out the water in the sink, and placed the rag in the hamper before returning to his lover. He climbed over Kiyo and arranged himself along side him. Seeing goosebumps on his partner's skin, Evan grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed, where he had taken to stacking Kiyo's extra stash, and throwing it over them both. He tilted his body so it partially covered his lover without laying all his weight on him. With a content sigh, he rested his head on Kiyo's chest and wrapped his arms around him.
"Maybe not the closet. The bed seems like a better plan."
"Yes, really."
He kissed his lover tenderly and reached up a warm hand to wipe the tears from Kiyo's face. With a final soft peck on the cheek, he leaned back once more.
Picking up the bowl and settling it in his lap again, he smiled at his companion. Evan started back to work, washing his lover's chest in long smooth strokes.
"You are special. I cannot imagine anyone who really knew you not loving you, Kiyo." His smile was tinged with a little sadness because there had been people in his partner's life who should have known him and loved him more and they hadn't. Evan was still angry at the parents who would turn away a small scared boy, no matter what they thought ailed him. "You are kind, smart and funny." He reached up and swiped his lover's nose with the rag in his hand. "when you let people see it."
Moving down along with his washing, Evan dipped the cloth in the warm water and then swirled it around his lover's hips. He ran it over the curly thatch of hair and then gently cleaned his partner's spent member. Evan did his best to move on quickly; though a portion of him fought to linger. His poor wolf needed a rest.
He spread his lover's legs and smoothed the cloth over Kiyo's balls, cleaning them carefully before going on to one leg and moving down it with long strokes that were more firm. Evan made quick work of the one and then moved to the other. He wanted to finish before both the water and his partner got cold.
Picking the bowl up, he walked on his knees toward the end of the bed. He finished his bath by cleaning and massaging his lover's feet. They stood for hours without a break, and werewolf or not, that strain was bound to take its toll.
"I am conflicted." He turned partially around and smiled at Kiyo over his shoulder. "A part of me wants to show everyone the Kiyoshi that I see so they will find him irresistible also." His grin became wider as he added. "and another part of me wants to hide you in a closet and keep you to myself."
He kneaded along the heels, pressed in long sweeping motions up the arches, rolled his thumbs over the balls of his lover's feet and then gently pinched his big toes. The last one just for fun.
Evan got out of the bed, went to the bathroom, dumped out the water in the sink, and placed the rag in the hamper before returning to his lover. He climbed over Kiyo and arranged himself along side him. Seeing goosebumps on his partner's skin, Evan grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed, where he had taken to stacking Kiyo's extra stash, and throwing it over them both. He tilted his body so it partially covered his lover without laying all his weight on him. With a content sigh, he rested his head on Kiyo's chest and wrapped his arms around him.
"Maybe not the closet. The bed seems like a better plan."
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyo closed his eyes tightly at Evan's compliments. He didn't know how to respond to them appropriately so he just shook his head. He was any of those things. If he was kind it was probably because he hoped it would make him more likable toward his Packmates. Smart, he couldn't even touch. He had done a lot of stupid things to himself, unintentionally. He'd never gone to college. Barely finished high school. That didn't say 'smart' to him. And, well, he supposed he must be hilarious to everyone else so he had to grant Evan that last one, even though he knew that wasn't the spirit in which the word was meant.
He couldn't help the fact that tears continue to fall with the combination of the physical pleasure and the emotional stimulus Evan was providing. Maybe it was the intimacy too. Whatever the reason he just felt... vulnerable. Exposed. Open. He didn't mind it, with Evan. Evan didn't seem to think less of him for it.
He admired the sight of Evan sitting there, facing away from him, rubbing his feet, of all things, which made him give a little hiccupped sigh of pleasure. The shape of Evan's handsome face as he turned to look back at Kiyo was breathtaking. He was so beautiful. That smile... Kiyo would do anything to have it directed at him, just like that. He shook his head at Evan though.
"I don't want anyone else to see me. I just want to be with you."
It was pure honesty. Kiyo would gladly stay with Evan, hidden in this home, never leaving it. He'd happily do the housework, take care of anything that needed taking care of, to see Evan every day and every night. He considered that while Evan got up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning to climb onto the bed and nestle up against Kiyo.
Kiyo automatically wrapped his arms around Evan. He brushed his fingers into Evan's long silky hair and began to massage his scalp, dragging his hands through Evan's locks to keep them from tangling any more than their lovemaking had already done. Beneath the blanket and partially underneath Evan, Kiyo was soon warm again. Warm and, sigh, hard. He was hopeless. There wasn't an overwhelming urge, though, to be loved again this instant... he enjoyed lying here. He tried to ignore his own state, focusing on working his fingertips over Evan's scalp, and down to his neck and shoulders.
"I like the bed better," he agreed. He thought for a moment and then said hesitantly, "No one has ever done this with me before. I like it. It was always... I mean, once they were done..."
He shrugged. "It wasn't always like this."
Kiyo didn't know why he was saying this. It was in the past. Didn't matter now. "I'm afraid someone..." Luis... "will take you away. Like this won't last. Because I can't have anything nice and this is way way too nice for me."
It must stay secret. Kiyo would do everything he could to hide this. Luis could come. His whole Pack could find out and make it end and Kiyo didn't want it to end.
"I'm scared, Evan." His fingers worked harder, still gentle, but intent, as if keeping them busy could forestall his nightmares from becoming reality.
He couldn't help the fact that tears continue to fall with the combination of the physical pleasure and the emotional stimulus Evan was providing. Maybe it was the intimacy too. Whatever the reason he just felt... vulnerable. Exposed. Open. He didn't mind it, with Evan. Evan didn't seem to think less of him for it.
He admired the sight of Evan sitting there, facing away from him, rubbing his feet, of all things, which made him give a little hiccupped sigh of pleasure. The shape of Evan's handsome face as he turned to look back at Kiyo was breathtaking. He was so beautiful. That smile... Kiyo would do anything to have it directed at him, just like that. He shook his head at Evan though.
"I don't want anyone else to see me. I just want to be with you."
It was pure honesty. Kiyo would gladly stay with Evan, hidden in this home, never leaving it. He'd happily do the housework, take care of anything that needed taking care of, to see Evan every day and every night. He considered that while Evan got up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning to climb onto the bed and nestle up against Kiyo.
Kiyo automatically wrapped his arms around Evan. He brushed his fingers into Evan's long silky hair and began to massage his scalp, dragging his hands through Evan's locks to keep them from tangling any more than their lovemaking had already done. Beneath the blanket and partially underneath Evan, Kiyo was soon warm again. Warm and, sigh, hard. He was hopeless. There wasn't an overwhelming urge, though, to be loved again this instant... he enjoyed lying here. He tried to ignore his own state, focusing on working his fingertips over Evan's scalp, and down to his neck and shoulders.
"I like the bed better," he agreed. He thought for a moment and then said hesitantly, "No one has ever done this with me before. I like it. It was always... I mean, once they were done..."
He shrugged. "It wasn't always like this."
Kiyo didn't know why he was saying this. It was in the past. Didn't matter now. "I'm afraid someone..." Luis... "will take you away. Like this won't last. Because I can't have anything nice and this is way way too nice for me."
It must stay secret. Kiyo would do everything he could to hide this. Luis could come. His whole Pack could find out and make it end and Kiyo didn't want it to end.
"I'm scared, Evan." His fingers worked harder, still gentle, but intent, as if keeping them busy could forestall his nightmares from becoming reality.
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
Evan stayed carefully still as after Kiyo spoke, eventually only turning his head upward toward his partner. "You mean no one has ever held you before?" Surprised indignation still coloured his voice though he tried to keep it calm and neutral. He held Kiyoshi a little tighter just at the thought. "Ever!?" How could anyone be intimate with someone and not accord them with some tenderness? The fact that such respect was considered special by Kiyo made him confused, sad and angry all at the same time. It was completely unfathomable to him. He was sure he'd hold a prostitute afterward if he were the type to frequent them. How much extra was cuddle time anyway?
He listened to his lover as Kiyo spoke of someone coming to take him away. "Who would take me away, Kiyo?" Evan watched his lover with concern. "This has happened before?" The way it was phrased. It did not sound like Kiyoshi expected it to end because their relationship was forbidden by their different races but because they had been spoiled in the past. "I am not going anywhere. I will be right beside you." Evan didn't say he promised. He wanted to but he couldn't lie to Kiyoshi. They would have to take him by force or Kiyo but he did believe that such an outcome was entirely impossible, in fact it might even be a reasonable one to expect. If the werewolves relocated Kiyo could he find him again? He would, however long it took.
"Tell me about these other times." Evan gently pulled himself upward, any other time and his lover's fingers running through his hair and over his scalp would have lulled him to sleep but right now he was far more intent on Kiyo's words. He scooted himself upward so he could lay on the pillow next to his lover. Pulling Kiyoshi close, he kissed him softly. "Sometimes I am scared too." This was probably not the thing to admit, especially when he wanted to reassure Kiyo. "But I want to be with you." A pack of rabid wolves would be necessary to drag them apart, at least as far as he was concerned.
It was frightening to consider that the possibility was not at all far fetched.
"We will be careful." Evan sighed softly. "It is the best we can do for now." Maybe the rift between their races would be repaired in Kiyo's lifetime. He could wish for it but didn't hold out much hope. What else could he do? Go to Kiyoshi's pack leader and say "He's mine!" and then what? Pay a bride price? Challenge him to single combat? Isn't that what happened in the movies?
Perhaps Kiyo could run away from his pack? Was that possible? Clanless vampires were hunted. He couldn't leave his clan but he did not really need to. A vampire could choose to be just about as solitary as they pleased so long as they followed their clan's laws.
He couldn't imagine a packless wolf would be any safer than a clanless vampire. In fact, since they seemed more social than vampires, it seemed more dangerous. He could never ask that Kiyo. If they ran off into the woods together, did that count as running away? Would he leave Terminus and everything he had built for Kiyo?
Yes, He thought he would. It would be here when he returned and if not then something else could take its place. Being with Kiyo jeopardized all the centuries he spent to build even a small amount of trust between himself and the werewolves that he knew and worked with. He would risk that too. Margosha, forgive him; he'd do it. For Kiyo.
He listened to his lover as Kiyo spoke of someone coming to take him away. "Who would take me away, Kiyo?" Evan watched his lover with concern. "This has happened before?" The way it was phrased. It did not sound like Kiyoshi expected it to end because their relationship was forbidden by their different races but because they had been spoiled in the past. "I am not going anywhere. I will be right beside you." Evan didn't say he promised. He wanted to but he couldn't lie to Kiyoshi. They would have to take him by force or Kiyo but he did believe that such an outcome was entirely impossible, in fact it might even be a reasonable one to expect. If the werewolves relocated Kiyo could he find him again? He would, however long it took.
"Tell me about these other times." Evan gently pulled himself upward, any other time and his lover's fingers running through his hair and over his scalp would have lulled him to sleep but right now he was far more intent on Kiyo's words. He scooted himself upward so he could lay on the pillow next to his lover. Pulling Kiyoshi close, he kissed him softly. "Sometimes I am scared too." This was probably not the thing to admit, especially when he wanted to reassure Kiyo. "But I want to be with you." A pack of rabid wolves would be necessary to drag them apart, at least as far as he was concerned.
It was frightening to consider that the possibility was not at all far fetched.
"We will be careful." Evan sighed softly. "It is the best we can do for now." Maybe the rift between their races would be repaired in Kiyo's lifetime. He could wish for it but didn't hold out much hope. What else could he do? Go to Kiyoshi's pack leader and say "He's mine!" and then what? Pay a bride price? Challenge him to single combat? Isn't that what happened in the movies?
Perhaps Kiyo could run away from his pack? Was that possible? Clanless vampires were hunted. He couldn't leave his clan but he did not really need to. A vampire could choose to be just about as solitary as they pleased so long as they followed their clan's laws.
He couldn't imagine a packless wolf would be any safer than a clanless vampire. In fact, since they seemed more social than vampires, it seemed more dangerous. He could never ask that Kiyo. If they ran off into the woods together, did that count as running away? Would he leave Terminus and everything he had built for Kiyo?
Yes, He thought he would. It would be here when he returned and if not then something else could take its place. Being with Kiyo jeopardized all the centuries he spent to build even a small amount of trust between himself and the werewolves that he knew and worked with. He would risk that too. Margosha, forgive him; he'd do it. For Kiyo.
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyo winced at the surprise in Evan's voice. "Not no one," he said slowly, thinking back on his sporadic relationships over the past couple of decades, "but it wasn't like this. There wasn't any caring behind it." He sighed and glanced away, biting his lip before admitting, "I've done it to myself a lot. I make bad choices."
That much was true. It wasn't right to treat him like a toy, Kiyo understood that well, but he did make some bad choices on his own and he needed to recognize that. Evan needed to know it too... Kiyo's judgment might be faulty on other counts too. He thought, though, that he generally screwed up with people mostly.
He let Evan speak, wondering how exactly to answer his question. He surprised himself; normally anything having to do with his family history, he didn't want to discuss. But he wanted Evan to know it all.
"Luis," he finally said softly. "My brother."
Kiyo stared up at the ceiling, turning a little so he wasn't facing away from Evan but a little afraid to meet his eyes because this story did not paint Kiyo in the best light.
"He's the one who bit me. When I was ten." Kiyo lifted his hand and indicated the scar that started at the corner of his left eye and curved around to his forehead. It wasn't large or terribly obvious but it was easy to see.
"When I Changed for the first time my own family kicked me out. We were out at a theater, and outdoor one, and when it got dark I Changed and ran off. I woke up lost in Manaus but I got myself home."
Kiyo frowned. "My mother called me a monster and ran away. My father told me I was at the wrong house and closed the door."
He lifted his shoulders helplessly. "I had a big family. Thirteen kids. I wasn't the stand-out golden child by any stretch. I guess they figured they could make more."
He sighed and continued. "Anyway Luis's parents were watching to see if I would become like them. They found me and took me in, explained everything, adopted me. I think they were hoping Luis and I would be brothers. Luis, though... he's got a strong personality."
As briefly as he could Kiyo described how their parents were very encouraging to Kiyo, perhaps to make up for what had been done to him. They were the same to Luis too but every perceived inequality hit Luis hard and he developed an inferiority complex.
"He took everything of mine that he could," Kiyo said with a bitter laugh. "Birthday presents, Christmas presents. When we got older I had a girlfriend. He took her too."
Kiyo bit his lip again. "I thought if I tried boys, he'd leave me be." He just shook his head.
The next part came with great difficulty. Kiyoshi had never admitted this to anyone and the words were soft, harsh. "When we were eighteen I guess he wanted to... I don't know. Dominate me. He found me in my room. Hit me a few times. Then... you know."
Kiyo blushed. He didn't know how to describe what happened next. "He bent me over the bed. Grabbed my hair and held me by the neck."
He shrugged as words escaped him, and decided to skip that part. "He knew to keep me from making any noise. I could hurt him that way and let everyone know... so he gagged me. Every time."
He answered the obvious question next. "It was only for a few months. We graduated from high school and I left the next day. I haven't been back since."
Kiyo pressed against Evan. "I guess part of me was afraid to find something good because Luis would take that too. But I don't know... I always end up with people who don't care, who just want sex. Until you. I don't know if I did it to myself or... I don't know. I just know you aren't like anyone else and I don't want to lose you, Evan."
His voice felt raw even though it hadn't taken horribly long to relate his story. It was definitely hoarse, maybe from the strain of not crying, which he always seemed about to do. There was no reason for it. He was actually happy. Evan was there, holding him, and it felt just right.
That much was true. It wasn't right to treat him like a toy, Kiyo understood that well, but he did make some bad choices on his own and he needed to recognize that. Evan needed to know it too... Kiyo's judgment might be faulty on other counts too. He thought, though, that he generally screwed up with people mostly.
He let Evan speak, wondering how exactly to answer his question. He surprised himself; normally anything having to do with his family history, he didn't want to discuss. But he wanted Evan to know it all.
"Luis," he finally said softly. "My brother."
Kiyo stared up at the ceiling, turning a little so he wasn't facing away from Evan but a little afraid to meet his eyes because this story did not paint Kiyo in the best light.
"He's the one who bit me. When I was ten." Kiyo lifted his hand and indicated the scar that started at the corner of his left eye and curved around to his forehead. It wasn't large or terribly obvious but it was easy to see.
"When I Changed for the first time my own family kicked me out. We were out at a theater, and outdoor one, and when it got dark I Changed and ran off. I woke up lost in Manaus but I got myself home."
Kiyo frowned. "My mother called me a monster and ran away. My father told me I was at the wrong house and closed the door."
He lifted his shoulders helplessly. "I had a big family. Thirteen kids. I wasn't the stand-out golden child by any stretch. I guess they figured they could make more."
He sighed and continued. "Anyway Luis's parents were watching to see if I would become like them. They found me and took me in, explained everything, adopted me. I think they were hoping Luis and I would be brothers. Luis, though... he's got a strong personality."
As briefly as he could Kiyo described how their parents were very encouraging to Kiyo, perhaps to make up for what had been done to him. They were the same to Luis too but every perceived inequality hit Luis hard and he developed an inferiority complex.
"He took everything of mine that he could," Kiyo said with a bitter laugh. "Birthday presents, Christmas presents. When we got older I had a girlfriend. He took her too."
Kiyo bit his lip again. "I thought if I tried boys, he'd leave me be." He just shook his head.
The next part came with great difficulty. Kiyoshi had never admitted this to anyone and the words were soft, harsh. "When we were eighteen I guess he wanted to... I don't know. Dominate me. He found me in my room. Hit me a few times. Then... you know."
Kiyo blushed. He didn't know how to describe what happened next. "He bent me over the bed. Grabbed my hair and held me by the neck."
He shrugged as words escaped him, and decided to skip that part. "He knew to keep me from making any noise. I could hurt him that way and let everyone know... so he gagged me. Every time."
He answered the obvious question next. "It was only for a few months. We graduated from high school and I left the next day. I haven't been back since."
Kiyo pressed against Evan. "I guess part of me was afraid to find something good because Luis would take that too. But I don't know... I always end up with people who don't care, who just want sex. Until you. I don't know if I did it to myself or... I don't know. I just know you aren't like anyone else and I don't want to lose you, Evan."
His voice felt raw even though it hadn't taken horribly long to relate his story. It was definitely hoarse, maybe from the strain of not crying, which he always seemed about to do. There was no reason for it. He was actually happy. Evan was there, holding him, and it felt just right.
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
Evan frowned but nodded his head in a 'go on' gesture. There having been a few people who were tender afterward was a little better that no one. That they hadn't truly cared about Kiyo was not. It still painted a pretty bleak picture.
And if he thought that was bad. It got much worse.
Kiyoshi explained how the little shit who was violent enough to bite him became his adopted brother. He was happy to know that the family tried to take Kiyo in and treat him like a son but the boy made his partner's life a hell. He could not imagine, coming from a community that shared so much freely with each other, having everything taken away from him. Especially as a child. Children were to be treasured, guided and loved. Of course other children could be cruel. That had always been the case but didn't the parents see what was happening? How well could it have been hidden over the years? Or did they just not want to see?
When his gentle lover explained how he was raped in his own home by his brother, it was more than he could stand. He pulled Kiyoshi closer to him and buried his face in his lover's neck. His jaw was clamped shut so tightly he thought he might snap some teeth but he tried to keep his hold comforting instead of crushing. It was difficult. He wanted to pull Kiyo close and protect him from everything else, including the past.
Tears were running down his cheeks unnoticed as he listened to his lover's almost calm explanation of what had happened. How he had been bent over his own bed, how he had been gagged and raped repeatedly. Kiyo's voice was hoarse but he had been brave, speaking about it, living through it and then leaving on his own to make a life for himself.
"I'm so sorry, Kiyo." His voice was a hoarse whisper. "So sorry." It did not matter that he wasn't the one responsible. What mattered was that Kiyoshi had experienced such horrors. Once again the people who were supposed to care for him had failed him. How alone he must have felt! How helpless! It was a wonder he could still care for anyone at all. Evan felt like he had been given a rare gift of trust from Kiyo and he was more determined now than ever to never let his partner down.
"Stay with me." Evan reached up a trembling hand to Kiyo's face and brushed away a stray lock of hair. "We can move somewhere different if you like. Some place that is just ours. Here in Nachton or in another city if you want." They could find a small apartment nearby so that Kiyo could walk to work and he could fly.
Guillaume knew that Kiyoshi stayed over but it was only a matter of time before he knew the whole story and what then? Would he keep their secret? Tell his pack? Evan didn't know the answer to that and he considered Guillaume a good friend. It was hard to say what a person would do when family was involved. If a stranger found out first...
The impossibility of their love lasting very long without consequences hit him like a weight in the stomach.
"I don't want to lose you either, Little Wolf." Evan held Kiyoshi tightly; he wasn't sure if he was holding his lover close to comfort him or be comforted. He just knew that for all his strength he was trembling.
Evan breathed deeply, his face still buried in the crook of his lover's neck, until his heart stopped hammering in his chest and the tears dried up. He couldn't behave like this for Kiyo. Someone needed to believe they could have this relationship. And since Kiyoshi's had all been taken from him in the past, then that person needed to be him.
Sitting up, he reached down and grabbed another blanket and piled it on top of first. Then he laid down once more this time on his back. He collected Kiyo up against his chest.
"We will make it work. However we need to. If we have to run. We'll run. If I have to fight, then I will fight but I'm not letting you go willingly unless you want to leave. Understand?" Evan looked down at his partner. "And if I ever find your brother..." Well he left that bit unsaid. This Luis better keep a few countries between them because if he ever came near Kiyo again then he would be one dead werewolf.
And if he thought that was bad. It got much worse.
Kiyoshi explained how the little shit who was violent enough to bite him became his adopted brother. He was happy to know that the family tried to take Kiyo in and treat him like a son but the boy made his partner's life a hell. He could not imagine, coming from a community that shared so much freely with each other, having everything taken away from him. Especially as a child. Children were to be treasured, guided and loved. Of course other children could be cruel. That had always been the case but didn't the parents see what was happening? How well could it have been hidden over the years? Or did they just not want to see?
When his gentle lover explained how he was raped in his own home by his brother, it was more than he could stand. He pulled Kiyoshi closer to him and buried his face in his lover's neck. His jaw was clamped shut so tightly he thought he might snap some teeth but he tried to keep his hold comforting instead of crushing. It was difficult. He wanted to pull Kiyo close and protect him from everything else, including the past.
Tears were running down his cheeks unnoticed as he listened to his lover's almost calm explanation of what had happened. How he had been bent over his own bed, how he had been gagged and raped repeatedly. Kiyo's voice was hoarse but he had been brave, speaking about it, living through it and then leaving on his own to make a life for himself.
"I'm so sorry, Kiyo." His voice was a hoarse whisper. "So sorry." It did not matter that he wasn't the one responsible. What mattered was that Kiyoshi had experienced such horrors. Once again the people who were supposed to care for him had failed him. How alone he must have felt! How helpless! It was a wonder he could still care for anyone at all. Evan felt like he had been given a rare gift of trust from Kiyo and he was more determined now than ever to never let his partner down.
"Stay with me." Evan reached up a trembling hand to Kiyo's face and brushed away a stray lock of hair. "We can move somewhere different if you like. Some place that is just ours. Here in Nachton or in another city if you want." They could find a small apartment nearby so that Kiyo could walk to work and he could fly.
Guillaume knew that Kiyoshi stayed over but it was only a matter of time before he knew the whole story and what then? Would he keep their secret? Tell his pack? Evan didn't know the answer to that and he considered Guillaume a good friend. It was hard to say what a person would do when family was involved. If a stranger found out first...
The impossibility of their love lasting very long without consequences hit him like a weight in the stomach.
"I don't want to lose you either, Little Wolf." Evan held Kiyoshi tightly; he wasn't sure if he was holding his lover close to comfort him or be comforted. He just knew that for all his strength he was trembling.
Evan breathed deeply, his face still buried in the crook of his lover's neck, until his heart stopped hammering in his chest and the tears dried up. He couldn't behave like this for Kiyo. Someone needed to believe they could have this relationship. And since Kiyoshi's had all been taken from him in the past, then that person needed to be him.
Sitting up, he reached down and grabbed another blanket and piled it on top of first. Then he laid down once more this time on his back. He collected Kiyo up against his chest.
"We will make it work. However we need to. If we have to run. We'll run. If I have to fight, then I will fight but I'm not letting you go willingly unless you want to leave. Understand?" Evan looked down at his partner. "And if I ever find your brother..." Well he left that bit unsaid. This Luis better keep a few countries between them because if he ever came near Kiyo again then he would be one dead werewolf.
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyo could feel Evan's arms tightening around him, his muscles trembling. He tried not to pay too much attention to it; seeing Evan's sympathy would definitely make him cry. It ended up not mattering. Tears fell down his cheeks anyhow, at the fact that Evan felt it necessary to apologize to him.
Those three words... 'stay with me,' hit Kiyo like a ton of bricks. No one had ever asked him to stay. It seemed like he was always being asked to move along. Thanks for the one night stand, there's the door. Thanks for working hard, but you missed too many days, there's the door. Only Evan said 'don't go.' And he as the one who should, because they couldn't possibly do this without drastic consequences.
You selfish little jerk, he thought suddenly. Why had he told Evan everything? Why encourage this bond? If Evan were hurt because of what they were doing together Kiyo would never forgive himself. He should have remained aloof. Pushed Evan away. Stayed with his own kind, submissive and at the bottom of the pack where he belonged. Instead he was reaching for something he had no right to.
His own heart pounded in his chest and he clung to whatever part of Evan he could reach. Evan was a dream come true. How could he give this up? Maybe he should go to Vaughn, confess everything, and plead his case. Could Vaughn Emiliano give him permission to be with who he wanted to be? Could he be expelled from his own Pack so as not to become a threat to them or a weakness? Could he choose exile?
Kiyo shook his head. "You have everything here in Nachton," he said softly. "Maybe we could be safe somewhere else but you can't give up everything you have for me. I'm not worth it."
He was pulled close to Evan under the weight of another blanket. Kiyo curled up around Evan, nestled against that strong broad chest. He nodded at Evan's next words, fresh tears threatening to spill over.
"We just have to hide for a few decades," he murmured. "Until I'm old and then I can go... retire somewhere, I guess. It's such a short time for you, isn't it? I'll be gone, I won't be able to cause any lasting harm to your family."
He was thinking aloud but it was the truth. If they could hide this for that long, then what Evan had done wouldn't matter, when Kiyo was gone.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was a werewolf, that Evan was a vampire, that they weren't allowed to love who they wanted to love. Black people and white people could marry and have families. Cats and dogs lived in the same house. But Kiyo and Evan were not allowed.
Kiyo suddenly clutched Evan tighter still. "I wish I weren't a werewolf," he said softly, vehemently. "I hate it. I hate every month. I hate being trapped in my own skin. I wish I had a cure, that I could be like you or even just plain human."
There, it was out. Kiyo shook as he clung like a burr to Evan, revealing his deepest darkest desire. He pressed his cheek to the muscular plane of Evan's breast.
"I don't want to be me," he sighed, and then his lips twitched up just a little. "Well... except for the part of me that gets to be with you. I want to keep that part."
He pushed himself up and pressed his lips to Evan's, softly, taking the initiative to grab a gentle kiss. This was what he wanted. If Evan was willing to fight for him, he could do no less.
"I'll fight for you too Evan," he said. "I don't want to leave you. I'll go wherever you go. I don't care where. Any city. Any country."
Kiyo had few attachments anywhere, really. Sure he had made a friend or two since arriving in Nachton and he would admit that they were precious to him; he didn't have much in the way of family. But Evan meant something more and if he had to give up Tavi, Guillaume, and yes, even Greer, he would do that. He could find work anywhere else. He could do something besides flairtending.
Those three words... 'stay with me,' hit Kiyo like a ton of bricks. No one had ever asked him to stay. It seemed like he was always being asked to move along. Thanks for the one night stand, there's the door. Thanks for working hard, but you missed too many days, there's the door. Only Evan said 'don't go.' And he as the one who should, because they couldn't possibly do this without drastic consequences.
You selfish little jerk, he thought suddenly. Why had he told Evan everything? Why encourage this bond? If Evan were hurt because of what they were doing together Kiyo would never forgive himself. He should have remained aloof. Pushed Evan away. Stayed with his own kind, submissive and at the bottom of the pack where he belonged. Instead he was reaching for something he had no right to.
His own heart pounded in his chest and he clung to whatever part of Evan he could reach. Evan was a dream come true. How could he give this up? Maybe he should go to Vaughn, confess everything, and plead his case. Could Vaughn Emiliano give him permission to be with who he wanted to be? Could he be expelled from his own Pack so as not to become a threat to them or a weakness? Could he choose exile?
Kiyo shook his head. "You have everything here in Nachton," he said softly. "Maybe we could be safe somewhere else but you can't give up everything you have for me. I'm not worth it."
He was pulled close to Evan under the weight of another blanket. Kiyo curled up around Evan, nestled against that strong broad chest. He nodded at Evan's next words, fresh tears threatening to spill over.
"We just have to hide for a few decades," he murmured. "Until I'm old and then I can go... retire somewhere, I guess. It's such a short time for you, isn't it? I'll be gone, I won't be able to cause any lasting harm to your family."
He was thinking aloud but it was the truth. If they could hide this for that long, then what Evan had done wouldn't matter, when Kiyo was gone.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was a werewolf, that Evan was a vampire, that they weren't allowed to love who they wanted to love. Black people and white people could marry and have families. Cats and dogs lived in the same house. But Kiyo and Evan were not allowed.
Kiyo suddenly clutched Evan tighter still. "I wish I weren't a werewolf," he said softly, vehemently. "I hate it. I hate every month. I hate being trapped in my own skin. I wish I had a cure, that I could be like you or even just plain human."
There, it was out. Kiyo shook as he clung like a burr to Evan, revealing his deepest darkest desire. He pressed his cheek to the muscular plane of Evan's breast.
"I don't want to be me," he sighed, and then his lips twitched up just a little. "Well... except for the part of me that gets to be with you. I want to keep that part."
He pushed himself up and pressed his lips to Evan's, softly, taking the initiative to grab a gentle kiss. This was what he wanted. If Evan was willing to fight for him, he could do no less.
"I'll fight for you too Evan," he said. "I don't want to leave you. I'll go wherever you go. I don't care where. Any city. Any country."
Kiyo had few attachments anywhere, really. Sure he had made a friend or two since arriving in Nachton and he would admit that they were precious to him; he didn't have much in the way of family. But Evan meant something more and if he had to give up Tavi, Guillaume, and yes, even Greer, he would do that. He could find work anywhere else. He could do something besides flairtending.
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
Evan looked up at Kiyo and shook his head. "I have what I want right here in my arms." He squeezed his lover tighter. It sounded more cliché than he would like but he meant it. Phrases like that were said so often because they were true, maybe not always but in this case, definitely. They only had so long anyway, he couldn't bear to be apart from Kiyoshi for the time they had together. There was no eternity to give his lover. "And you are worth it. I think you're worth it."
Evan leaned up and nipped his lover on the shoulder. "And I'm right, so don't argue with me." He gave Kiyo a mock menacing frown.
"Besides this is not all my worldly goods. We would get by." Without either one of them having to work again for Kiyoshi's lifetime if they wanted. It might put a little hurt on his bank account. He did not much care about money but he had eventually learned to save it and had someone invest it for him. It wasn't the little E-Trade baby but he figured his clan accountant still knew his stuff even if he wasn't nearly as cute.
He listened to Kiyo talk about the few decades they would have together and how they could hide out and live peacefully until he had passed away. It was sad and the truth. Evan nodded slowly. "Yes, My indiscretion wouldn't mean much to my clan, especially if we lived out of the way somewhere. It is the Treaty that they care more about than anything." He could not imagine Mai caring if he slept with humans, cows or werewolves. It was just not something that he thought would concern her. It would be like asking a tree how it felt about people leaning against it or a leaf falling off. It just wouldn't much notice. Mai seemed to be that way about a lot things.
What worried him were the werewolves and perhaps younger more zealous vampires. He was not concerned about surviving a fight with any of them fairly. What bothered him was the constant state of wariness that they would be forced to live in, always looking over their shoulder for one threat or the other.
Weren't they doing that now? Would it be better or worse if their people knew? He couldn't say but once the relationship was out of the bag they couldn't put it back in again.
"Hey, now." Evan smoothed his hand softly down his lover's back. "I am selfishly very glad you're a werewolf." He gave Kiyo a crooked smile. "If you weren't then I would have never have met you." Kiyoshi would have had his original family; they would never have abandoned him. He would never have dealt with Luis, and never needed to run away from home. He probably would not have been a flairtender or needed to find a job that understood his peculiar schedule. In other words, he would have no reason to come to Terminus.
"But if it would have given you a happier life. Then I would rather that for you." There was no use wishing for something he couldn't give his lover. Kiyoshi said he didn't want to be himself except for this current part. "You get to keep me but sadly this package comes with the stuck as a werewolf side effect unless they find that cure. Maybe they can even find a way to change a vampire back." He shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly. "Maybe then I can come join you on the Light Side." Evan frowned. "But you would have to give me lots of sex because everyone knows the Light Side doesn't have cookies."
He would have asked Kiyoshi more about why he hated being a werewolf but he suspected from their previous short discussion that he knew a lot of the answer. "I wish I could help you...during the full moon. Maybe...maybe we could try?" Evan looked down at Kiyo uncertainly. He didn't know much at all about werewolves; he just knew that they did not keep their humanity much at all for several nights out of every month. "Perhaps if you, as a wolf, were to know me before the full moon then you might be more willing to allow me around during that time?" Evan placed a light finger over Kiyo's lips. "And before you object and say something about how you might hurt me. I can fly so I will be okay." He wanted Kiyoshi to know him in his regular form though because that was the form that would allow him to be of the most help.
Smiling at Kiyo, he said. "Okay, so I believe we are both agreed that we are...serious and want to remain a couple." He was relieved in a way that they had both chosen to stay together; he was also still terrified for Kiyoshi but glad that they would continue seeing each other. If he didn't feel he could make Kiyo happier than he had been so far in his life then he would urge the werewolf to find someone more suitable, someone who wouldn't potentially get him killed by vampires or ostracized by his own pack but Kiyo had said he wanted to stay with him, no matter where that took them. Maybe that would change later but for now they were a couple. Maybe a couple of fools but still they were together.
"Let's start here in Nachton being careful and if our secret gets out then we can choose to move somewhere new if we need to. I don't want you to have to leave a place you started becoming comfortable with and this might be our best chance together. I have a longer history with the werewolves here so some, like Guillaume and Tavi, might vouch for me. As far as the vampires go, they are the same anywhere so Nachton is as good or as bad a place as any. I do know my elder and she does live here for the moment. I can't say what she might think of us but I do believe she would at least give the matter fair consideration." He looked at Kiyo and asked. "How does that sound?"
Evan leaned up and nipped his lover on the shoulder. "And I'm right, so don't argue with me." He gave Kiyo a mock menacing frown.
"Besides this is not all my worldly goods. We would get by." Without either one of them having to work again for Kiyoshi's lifetime if they wanted. It might put a little hurt on his bank account. He did not much care about money but he had eventually learned to save it and had someone invest it for him. It wasn't the little E-Trade baby but he figured his clan accountant still knew his stuff even if he wasn't nearly as cute.
He listened to Kiyo talk about the few decades they would have together and how they could hide out and live peacefully until he had passed away. It was sad and the truth. Evan nodded slowly. "Yes, My indiscretion wouldn't mean much to my clan, especially if we lived out of the way somewhere. It is the Treaty that they care more about than anything." He could not imagine Mai caring if he slept with humans, cows or werewolves. It was just not something that he thought would concern her. It would be like asking a tree how it felt about people leaning against it or a leaf falling off. It just wouldn't much notice. Mai seemed to be that way about a lot things.
What worried him were the werewolves and perhaps younger more zealous vampires. He was not concerned about surviving a fight with any of them fairly. What bothered him was the constant state of wariness that they would be forced to live in, always looking over their shoulder for one threat or the other.
Weren't they doing that now? Would it be better or worse if their people knew? He couldn't say but once the relationship was out of the bag they couldn't put it back in again.
"Hey, now." Evan smoothed his hand softly down his lover's back. "I am selfishly very glad you're a werewolf." He gave Kiyo a crooked smile. "If you weren't then I would have never have met you." Kiyoshi would have had his original family; they would never have abandoned him. He would never have dealt with Luis, and never needed to run away from home. He probably would not have been a flairtender or needed to find a job that understood his peculiar schedule. In other words, he would have no reason to come to Terminus.
"But if it would have given you a happier life. Then I would rather that for you." There was no use wishing for something he couldn't give his lover. Kiyoshi said he didn't want to be himself except for this current part. "You get to keep me but sadly this package comes with the stuck as a werewolf side effect unless they find that cure. Maybe they can even find a way to change a vampire back." He shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly. "Maybe then I can come join you on the Light Side." Evan frowned. "But you would have to give me lots of sex because everyone knows the Light Side doesn't have cookies."
He would have asked Kiyoshi more about why he hated being a werewolf but he suspected from their previous short discussion that he knew a lot of the answer. "I wish I could help you...during the full moon. Maybe...maybe we could try?" Evan looked down at Kiyo uncertainly. He didn't know much at all about werewolves; he just knew that they did not keep their humanity much at all for several nights out of every month. "Perhaps if you, as a wolf, were to know me before the full moon then you might be more willing to allow me around during that time?" Evan placed a light finger over Kiyo's lips. "And before you object and say something about how you might hurt me. I can fly so I will be okay." He wanted Kiyoshi to know him in his regular form though because that was the form that would allow him to be of the most help.
Smiling at Kiyo, he said. "Okay, so I believe we are both agreed that we are...serious and want to remain a couple." He was relieved in a way that they had both chosen to stay together; he was also still terrified for Kiyoshi but glad that they would continue seeing each other. If he didn't feel he could make Kiyo happier than he had been so far in his life then he would urge the werewolf to find someone more suitable, someone who wouldn't potentially get him killed by vampires or ostracized by his own pack but Kiyo had said he wanted to stay with him, no matter where that took them. Maybe that would change later but for now they were a couple. Maybe a couple of fools but still they were together.
"Let's start here in Nachton being careful and if our secret gets out then we can choose to move somewhere new if we need to. I don't want you to have to leave a place you started becoming comfortable with and this might be our best chance together. I have a longer history with the werewolves here so some, like Guillaume and Tavi, might vouch for me. As far as the vampires go, they are the same anywhere so Nachton is as good or as bad a place as any. I do know my elder and she does live here for the moment. I can't say what she might think of us but I do believe she would at least give the matter fair consideration." He looked at Kiyo and asked. "How does that sound?"
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyo sniffled but managed a little smile when Evan told him not to argue. He pressed his cheek against Evan's and nodded.
"Okay, I won't argue."
He wanted Evan to stay with him, to keep wanting him. It amazed him that Evan seemed so affectionate toward him. He was a werewolf and not a particularly adept one at that. He supposed, though, that he would never know exactly why Evan had chosen him. It didn't mean he'd stop wondering however. Or feeling lucky.
He rested his head against Evan's chest and closed his eyes, let himself be comforted by the deep voice, the hand upon his back. Evan made a good point in that without being what he was, Kiyo might never have come here and met him. Kiyo finally nodded his agreement. Evan was doing his best to lighten the mood, put a positive spin on things. Kiyo wouldn't be so rude as to ignore his partner's efforts. So he smiled softly and hugged himself close.
"I'm so happy to be with you."
It was all he said on the topic. He wasn't quite ready to admit being a werewolf was a good thing bit it -had- led him to Evan and that was wonderful, the first positive thing he could say about it.
A little laugh bubbled out of him when Evan took his confession in stride and speculated about curing himself too.
"I like you how you are," Kiyo protested mildly. "How much sex is a lot, though?"
He boldly let his hand drift over Evan's stomach and side, brushing his fingertips against Evan's golden skin. "Just, you know, as a guideline. So I know."
He stilled again at the thought of Evan being with him during the full moon though. He made a little noncommittal hum.
"Maybe." He hated himself under the full moon. He was everyone's bitch then, only the wolf inside didn't roll over and take it quietly. He fought, he attacked, and mostly he got his ass kicked. He wasn't sure he wanted Evan to see him that way. Or worse, to try and intervene and either get injured or start a bigger fight.
He nodded and smiled again, a more relaxed smile, when Evan said they were serious. A warm feeling settled into his chest and he once more began to gently stroke Evan's side. How was it that Evan seemed to 'get' him so easily?
Pushing himself up a little, Kiyo began to kiss Evan softly along his neck and jaw. "Thank you," he said, "for understanding me."
It meant more to him than money or safety, to have one person in the whole world who seemed to get where he was coming from. Someone who took it in stride and didn't judge him or try to change him, who cared about him just the way he was.
"Okay, I won't argue."
He wanted Evan to stay with him, to keep wanting him. It amazed him that Evan seemed so affectionate toward him. He was a werewolf and not a particularly adept one at that. He supposed, though, that he would never know exactly why Evan had chosen him. It didn't mean he'd stop wondering however. Or feeling lucky.
He rested his head against Evan's chest and closed his eyes, let himself be comforted by the deep voice, the hand upon his back. Evan made a good point in that without being what he was, Kiyo might never have come here and met him. Kiyo finally nodded his agreement. Evan was doing his best to lighten the mood, put a positive spin on things. Kiyo wouldn't be so rude as to ignore his partner's efforts. So he smiled softly and hugged himself close.
"I'm so happy to be with you."
It was all he said on the topic. He wasn't quite ready to admit being a werewolf was a good thing bit it -had- led him to Evan and that was wonderful, the first positive thing he could say about it.
A little laugh bubbled out of him when Evan took his confession in stride and speculated about curing himself too.
"I like you how you are," Kiyo protested mildly. "How much sex is a lot, though?"
He boldly let his hand drift over Evan's stomach and side, brushing his fingertips against Evan's golden skin. "Just, you know, as a guideline. So I know."
He stilled again at the thought of Evan being with him during the full moon though. He made a little noncommittal hum.
"Maybe." He hated himself under the full moon. He was everyone's bitch then, only the wolf inside didn't roll over and take it quietly. He fought, he attacked, and mostly he got his ass kicked. He wasn't sure he wanted Evan to see him that way. Or worse, to try and intervene and either get injured or start a bigger fight.
He nodded and smiled again, a more relaxed smile, when Evan said they were serious. A warm feeling settled into his chest and he once more began to gently stroke Evan's side. How was it that Evan seemed to 'get' him so easily?
Pushing himself up a little, Kiyo began to kiss Evan softly along his neck and jaw. "Thank you," he said, "for understanding me."
It meant more to him than money or safety, to have one person in the whole world who seemed to get where he was coming from. Someone who took it in stride and didn't judge him or try to change him, who cared about him just the way he was.
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
He hummed softly, distracted by the soft tender kisses of his lover. Closing his eyes and arching his neck for Kiyo, he said. "I want to always understand you." Evan sighed in happy contentment. "So hopefully, you'll always help me by telling me what's on your mind." He opened his eyes and looked at his lover. "You are very important to me."
Going back to their previous conversation, he slid his hands down further beneath the blankets and squeezed his lover's tight little ass. "As to how much sex..." Evan grinned and pulled his head up off the pillows to look at Kiyo. "I would say at least as much as tonight, maybe more. You've got to give me a good incentive to give up my wicked ways."
He laid his head back down and tilted it once more to the side to further encourage his partner's earlier attentions.
"Besides if you keep me occupied then it would be difficult to be bad, right?"
Evan slid his hands back up to his Kiyo's back and stroking it gently. "Are you tired, Little Wolf?" He didn't want to start something further if Kiyoshi was done in and his partner had every right to be done in. "We can find a movie to watch if you're not ready to go to bed or we can bring the laptops over and play some WoW... or we could sneak back downstairs and play some video games while we have the place all to ourselves. What would you like?" Or they could have some more of that incentive to reform. He was not sure what it was about Kiyo but the werewolf drove him to new heights of insatiable. Perhaps it was how sensitive Kiyoshi was and seeing him respond so much to being loved gently. He couldn't help but be turned on by his partner, his sounds, his movements, all of it was amazingly seductive. Hearing Kiyoshi beg him for more was enough to drive him crazy with desire.
Kiyo was going to wear him out but he loved every moment of it.
Going back to their previous conversation, he slid his hands down further beneath the blankets and squeezed his lover's tight little ass. "As to how much sex..." Evan grinned and pulled his head up off the pillows to look at Kiyo. "I would say at least as much as tonight, maybe more. You've got to give me a good incentive to give up my wicked ways."
He laid his head back down and tilted it once more to the side to further encourage his partner's earlier attentions.
"Besides if you keep me occupied then it would be difficult to be bad, right?"
Evan slid his hands back up to his Kiyo's back and stroking it gently. "Are you tired, Little Wolf?" He didn't want to start something further if Kiyoshi was done in and his partner had every right to be done in. "We can find a movie to watch if you're not ready to go to bed or we can bring the laptops over and play some WoW... or we could sneak back downstairs and play some video games while we have the place all to ourselves. What would you like?" Or they could have some more of that incentive to reform. He was not sure what it was about Kiyo but the werewolf drove him to new heights of insatiable. Perhaps it was how sensitive Kiyoshi was and seeing him respond so much to being loved gently. He couldn't help but be turned on by his partner, his sounds, his movements, all of it was amazingly seductive. Hearing Kiyoshi beg him for more was enough to drive him crazy with desire.
Kiyo was going to wear him out but he loved every moment of it.
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyo smiled happily into the tanned skin of Evan's neck, nibbling his way along it and nuzzling gently with the tip of his nose.
"I won't keep any secrets from you," he said softly. Coming from him, it was quite a promise. Kiyo kept secrets from everyone. Not Evan though, he knew he should tell Evan everything that crossed his mind. He took his promise seriously. "You're important to me too."
As the serious conversation gave way to lighter affairs Kiyo squirmed against Evan and snuggled close. He liked when Evan teased him. From anyone else he might not have known how to handle it, but Evan never made him feel that way.
"You can still be bad if you're on the Light Side," he said. "I won't tell if you don't."
Returning to his previous appointment with Evan's neck Kiyo sighed happily as he wrapped himself around his partner. He nodded again when Evan asked if he was tired.
"Yeah," he answered, sleep making his voice heavy and hoarse (moreso than usual), "but I don't want to sleep yet."
The list of options was nice but Kiyo shook his head after each one. Fortunately Evan left it by asking Kiyo what he would like, and Kiyo had a ready answer to that. He leaned down and kissed Evan softly at first, then deeper as his vampire slid his hands over Kiyo's back. Sliding one leg over Evan's waist Kiyo moved over and lay straddling Evan. He rested his chin on Evan's chest and looked into Evan's dark eyes with his own hazel ones sparkling with uncommon mischief.
"I would like you," he said simply.
Kiyo had wanted to be loved all his life. Now that he actually felt it he couldn't get enough of it. It was fortunate that Evan was up to the task... again, and again. Kiyo, however, was dead serious about making up for the lack of cookies.
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"I won't keep any secrets from you," he said softly. Coming from him, it was quite a promise. Kiyo kept secrets from everyone. Not Evan though, he knew he should tell Evan everything that crossed his mind. He took his promise seriously. "You're important to me too."
As the serious conversation gave way to lighter affairs Kiyo squirmed against Evan and snuggled close. He liked when Evan teased him. From anyone else he might not have known how to handle it, but Evan never made him feel that way.
"You can still be bad if you're on the Light Side," he said. "I won't tell if you don't."
Returning to his previous appointment with Evan's neck Kiyo sighed happily as he wrapped himself around his partner. He nodded again when Evan asked if he was tired.
"Yeah," he answered, sleep making his voice heavy and hoarse (moreso than usual), "but I don't want to sleep yet."
The list of options was nice but Kiyo shook his head after each one. Fortunately Evan left it by asking Kiyo what he would like, and Kiyo had a ready answer to that. He leaned down and kissed Evan softly at first, then deeper as his vampire slid his hands over Kiyo's back. Sliding one leg over Evan's waist Kiyo moved over and lay straddling Evan. He rested his chin on Evan's chest and looked into Evan's dark eyes with his own hazel ones sparkling with uncommon mischief.
"I would like you," he said simply.
Kiyo had wanted to be loved all his life. Now that he actually felt it he couldn't get enough of it. It was fortunate that Evan was up to the task... again, and again. Kiyo, however, was dead serious about making up for the lack of cookies.
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