11Divine Sin
Written for my friend Ai for Christmas. Hehehe... She did ask for a "sexxeh yaoi story"...
With clothes as pure white as the clouds on a sunny day, a young man with long light brown hair tied in a ponytail that reached his lower back and clear blue eyes stood out as clearly as, well, an angel would in the dreary, gloomy and depressing city that existed only in shades of gray. This city existed on Earth, the limbo that exists between heaven and hell.
Not many people knew it, but there were no such true things as humans. They were just dead angels or demons, sent to the middle ground to exist until they were ready to come back to heaven or hell. The process, of which those who weren't enlightened as to what everything really was called, was death. So when a person "died" they weren't really dead. A person is universal. Call it reincarnation or otherwise, an angel is an angel and a demon a demon for all eternity in a never-ending cycle. They may attempt to change their ways subconsciously, but they are still doomed to return to hell or heaven.
But this brings us back to our young man who stood out like an angel in a dreary gray city. This person was Keitaro. No, he was not dead, as a matter of fact, he chose to come down to Earth, to see what was going on. For Earth corrupted angels and demons far beyond any normal limits.
"So this is what they deal with…" Keitaro looked up to the bleak sky. "Makes me feel homesick. I miss the sun, so bright… Peaceful… Unlike this place… It's so cold…"
As his gaze fell, his eyes rested on a person dressed in pure black, with sunshades to match although there was no sun to bother his eyes. Even though he was dressed in black, Keitaro had under estimated his choice in colors. Not just black, but red, deep, dark, crimson, blood red. It was in patches and places. His sunglasses, his shirt beneath his long black leather jacket that flapped in the wind as he walked past, on his shoes, and Keitaro was willing to bet it was his eye color for as he passed by, he saw into the man's eyes, and saw a darker shade of red, almost black.
Keitaro shivered. "Who was he?" he whispered to himself as he walked on.
But he did not walk on alone. This mystery person was interested in him as well. Someone that pure, and obviously an angel, stood out too well. The man smirked, fingering his black and crimson choker. This would be fun. Almost a sin, then again, he was a demon, was he not? Sinning was his job.
Later, Keitaro was sitting against a tree in the park, gazing at the lake and the silvery full moon. Now this was like a little piece of home in the backdrop of glowing windows and towering dark buildings. A true mix of heaven and hell in the so-called limbo where wars happened and people got sick. Keitaro sighed; it pained him to see all this, destruction and chaos and knows that he could do nothing directly. He hoped his report would change everything. If his report on living conditions were good enough, then perhaps the Angel Elders would consider having a meeting with Demon Elders. Then they would both fix everything, making it balanced.
"BOO!"
"AH!" Keitaro jumped about five feet into the air, his heart racing, he looked around until he found the source of the problem kneeling down in front of him.
He smirked. "It's a little late for a pretty little angel like you to be out here, isn't it?"
"Who are… How do you… Why are you…."
"My my my…. You certainly are unable to form any coherent sentences. Are you sure you should be out this late?" asked the other young man. "Little angels are vulnerable out here. Particularly when demons are walking around…"
"Then you are…. You're…. You're a demon!?" exclaimed Keitaro. "Demo! How do you know I'm an angel!?"
The demon clapped his hands. "Very good little angel, you've figured me out, but you yourself were very easy."
All of a sudden, he had lifted Keitaro up, and they were dancing in the sky, amongst the stars and the moon in the clear sky over the Atlantic Ocean. It was dangerous for them to do so. It would blow both their covers, if the demon even had one. Keitaro tried to resist, but the demon's grip was firm and would not let him go, however, it had a sense of being gentle and kind at the same time, uncharacteristic of a demon.
"You see… You're all dressed in white, pure as day… Where everyone is in shades of gray." He lifted the hand that had been around Keitaro's waist, which he didn't even notice was there, and slowly started to remove his sun glasses while his shoulder length hair blew back and forth from their dancing movements and the wind. When he finished, he revealed crimson orbs of eyes that were dark, mysterious, and mesmerizing. Keitaro couldn't help but notice, that both he and the demon looked alike. His breath grew heavy. The demon was giving him bedroom eyes, playing the seducer. "And I am as dark as night. Nobody noticed me, for I am someone as dark and gloomy as they are, if not darker. But you stand out."
Keitaro whimpered as they continued dancing, the beat of the demon's heart against his palm and at the small of his back. He had never felt this way before. Never. Yet here this demon made his heart race and his breathing harsh.
"Who are you?" he whimpered.
"I am Setoshi. What about you?"
"Keitaro…"
"Pleased to meet you."
Soon, a deep and dark rhythm began to come out of nowhere with a fast tempo. Setoshi turned the slow dance into a fast paced mix of a salsa, mambo, and about a dozen other fast paced dances with a bit of a waltz. But that's what it was to both of them. A blend of fast and slow, good and evil, in one single dance that left both breathless as the rhythm ended with Keitaro pressed against Setoshi's chest, one arm around his waist and the other on the back of his head, as if ready to kiss him. And Keitaro's hands? They were around Setoshi's neck, as if ready to kiss him back.
Time stood still, their lips inching closer and closer, exchanging each other's hot and moist breaths. It was so wrong. Both of them knew it. It was even a big risk for Setoshi. No demon or angel was allowed to do what they were going to, but they both took the risk, their lips meeting with passion.
Sparks flying was an understatement. Fireworks would be too. An earth-shattering earthquake was close, but not close enough. This was a universe shaking, supernova-exploding kiss between an angel and a demon, and it was just the simple meeting of the lips. Keitaro moaned from his first kiss and Setoshi took the opportunity to snake his tongue into the deal, coaxing Keitaro's into play and stroking the sides of his mouth.
Keitaro was shy, moving slowly, knowing he was nowhere near able to keep up with Setoshi, but Setoshi knew this already. The kiss slowed down to a more romantic pace with the occasional breath or two every so often.
From Keitaro's waist, Setoshi's hand moved upwards, going under the hem of Keitaro's shirt and feeling the warm skin beneath, sending jolts down Keitaro's spine. This was all so new to him, so foreign, yet it seemed like he had done this with Setoshi so many times before, and then when Setoshi changed the angle of Keitaro's kiss to get his tongue deeper into his mouth, it clicked.
It was like a light went on in both of their heads. Memories of lives in earthen limbo flashed by quickly like a movie in fast-forward. Meetings, kisses, peaceful happy moments in the sun, and sinful pleasures under the moon at night that left both sated until the next day where the divinely sinful dance would begin again for them both.
Both snapped out of their trances with a simultaneous gasp, only holding each other close, being happy to be with the other.
"Keitaro…" Setoshi nuzzled Keitaro's neck with his nose, taking in the scent that he had recently remembered to be the most wonderful that he had ever smelled in any life. "I missed you…"
"Setoshi…" moaned Keitaro. "Please… I… Please…"
Setoshi lapped and nibbled at a particularly sensitive spot on Keitaro's neck, making a mental note to leave a nice mark there. "What is it you want my angel?"
"Please…. I need… It hurts…"
Setoshi's hand traveled up farther from the small of Keitaro's back to where the place between his wing joints would be, a very sensitive spot. "What is it you need my lovely angel?"
Keitaro gave a pleasured cry. It felt too good to be real. Being with Setoshi again and feeling all his sensitive spots being pushed in all the right ways again, it was like being in true heaven. A true utopia of pleasure that he wished would never stop.
"Setoshi!" he cried. "Please! I want…" His head lowered to Setoshi's ear before licking it. "I want you," he whispered huskily with an undertone of innocence.
Setoshi shivered. Keitaro only used that voice when he was really aroused, and by the hard lump poking him in the thigh, he definitely was. Deciding that enough teasing had taken place, they disappeared from the night sky over the glimmering dark ocean to reappear in a room colored black.
The walls were all black, darker than the deepest pits of hell. But the darkness was made sensual with red, lots of red. Red windowsills, silk crimson comforters and pillows on black silk sheets on a large bed that could probably fit ten people, red and black lit candles were scattered around the entire room, giving it an erotic glow. Beside the bed was a wrought iron nightstand and on top of it lay many things. Among which lay different scents of lube, various sex toys like vibrators and dildos, handcuffs, and even a cock ring.
Keitaro shivered. From anticipation or anxiety, no one knew, not even himself. But he had no time to ponder on it as he was thrown on to the silk covered bed. It was lusciously soft and Keitaro felt like he could lie on it for all eternity, letting Setoshi have his way with him, even if it meant eternal damnation.
Setoshi pounced on him like a wolf pouncing on its prey, ready to devour it, and devour he would. Their mouths met, tongues coming into play again. Before he knew it, Keitaro had lost his shirt and Setoshi was rubbing his cheek against his chest.
"So perfect… My perfect little angel," he said as he stared Keitaro in the eye and licked one of his nipples.
Keitaro gasped. "Please… Ah… Setoshi… Onegai…" He arched his back, to attempt more contact, but it did not happen, he flopped back against the bed to feel his hair fanned out behind him. Apparently Setoshi had untied it amongst ripping all their clothing to shreds within seconds.
Keitaro lay there, with Setoshi straddling his thighs admiring him. Keitaro looked like a very horny and lustful angel with his clear eyes darkened with long gathered lust and passion. His lightly tan skin glowing with a pinkish hue of embarrassment, and his erection poking Setoshi in the thigh.
Setoshi bent down again to kiss Keitaro passionately before beginning to grind his larger erection against Keitaro's. The friction drove both insane. Keitaro raised his hips to gain more pressure. He was so hard it hurt, but Setoshi wanted to take his time. It had been a while since they last had any fun. Why rush? He stopped his motions, his kiss trailing off into a slow sloppy one that left trails of saliva as Setoshi moved from Keitaro's mouth to his jaw, nibbling and licking before reaching his right ear.
Keitaro cried out in frustration and pleasure as Setoshi had his way with his ear. He wanted to force Setoshi to do something else, but he knew it was pointless. He was stronger and even if it was torture, deep down inside, he wanted it this way. The little angel was twisted from the demon.
Setoshi took pity on Keitaro. Kissing chastely, he kissed down Keitaro's chest with butterfly kisses, each more fleeting than the last, before he swirled his tongue around Keitaro's navel. He screamed and arched into Setoshi's mouth, who then gladly showed him what he was planning to do using his tongue and Keitaro's navel, which turned Keitaro into a sexually charged puddle of angel.
"Ngh! Setoshi! Onegai! More!" panted out Keitaro.
Setoshi smirked against Keitaro's skin. Just a little more and all Keitaro would know was his name. From Keitaro's navel he licked the path down to his crotch before kissing the head of his erection, making Keitaro moan and arch his hips, but Setoshi's hands held him down and he cried in frustration.
"Not… Fair…" he panted.
Setoshi licked from the base up. "All in good time my angel. All in good time," said Setoshi before taking the whole thing into his mouth.
Keitaro couldn't help but scream a mix of incoherent phrases and Setoshi's name all at once. The wet heat of Setoshi's mouth was driving him mad, and his talented tongue was no help. As a matter of fact, Setoshi had once folded him over one hundred different origami figures with his tongue. If that was any indication of any other of his tongue's talents, then Keitaro was in for a wild ride.
As Keitaro was amply distracted with his mouth, Setoshi moved one of his hands to the nightstand and picked up some lube, picking Keitaro's favorite scent, vanilla. Coating his fingers in the gooey stuff, he slowly started applying pressure to Keitaro's thighs with his other hand, a tacit way of telling him to spread his legs. Keitaro gladly obliged.
With Keitaro's entrance at sight, he ran one of his lube-coated fingers around it, teasing ever so slightly, causing Keitaro to buck and try and get the finger in him. Setoshi smirked before kissing him, wanting Keitaro to get lost in the kiss and loosen up. He could sense that Keitaro was too tense and it would hurt should he try anything that he wanted. True to his hopes, Keitaro loosened up considerably, his body becoming lax. With that accomplished, Setoshi inched his finger in. Keitaro stiffened suddenly and whimpered in pain while Setoshi stopped his advance.
Setoshi whispered soothing incoherent phrases in Keitaro's ear while rubbing his abdomen comfortingly to relax him. Slowly he relaxed again and Setoshi continued. He managed to succeed in planting his entire finger in Keitaro and moaned. He forgot how tight Keitaro was. All. The. Fricken. Time. Slowly he pumped his finger in and out.
Small whimpers and whines escaped Keitaro's mouth. It wasn't enough. Then there were two fingers. He gasped as they pressed on something that sent fire racing through his veins. Setoshi smiled at his response. He had found Keitaro's prostate.
"What have we here?" said Setoshi with a particular false interest. "Let's see what it does again, shall we?"
Keitaro cried out again. Setoshi was feeling particularly sadistic apparently as it almost felt like torture. Then again, he was sure he had seen a whip somewhere on that table. Before he could contemplate Setoshi using said whip, a third finger entered him with the other two. All of them stretching, relaxing, scissoring, anything to prepare Keitaro for what was to come.
"Are you ready?"
Setoshi's eyes were almost black with lust. Keitaro gasped at the sight of them. He was barely able to nod his response. Setoshi sat and picked up Keitaro by the waist, holding him over the head of his own erection.
"Are you sure you're ready?"
Another nod was his response before he was fully sheathed in Keitaro's body. He was still impossibly tight and incredibly warm. Setoshi gave Keitaro time to relax before he moved on, resisting temptation to just pound in to him. As a way to release some of the temptation, he touched; he caressed, stroked, and kissed Keitaro's body, enjoying the feel of the warm pliant body that was on his lap. Chest meeting chest, Keitaro's head was in the crook of Setoshi's neck. His tongue came out weakly to lap at Setoshi's neck as a sign of being ready.
Setoshi acknowledged the sign by kissing Keitaro's sensitive spot on his neck before beginning to bounce him up and down on his lap. Keitaro's body was limp as he went with the movement, letting Setoshi make the rhythm before following by forcing himself down faster. Sweat began to form on their bodies, making them slick. It felt good, oh so good, but it wasn't enough. Keitaro needed more.
"Setoshi! Ungh… More… Please…" cried Keitaro.
Setoshi obliged by falling forwards so that they were lying down and began slamming Keitaro into the bed. Keitaro's cries grew louder, but the change in position and passionate kisses weren't enough. He reached in between them and started stroking his own weeping erection. Still not enough, but it was something. Then suddenly there, Setoshi had hit his prostate again.
"Ahh… Setoshi!"
Setoshi nodded in understanding and changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting the spot that sent sweet pleasure through Keitaro's veins. It continued on that way with Keitaro slamming himself into Setoshi, both their cries resounding through the room.
"Ahhh… Setoshi! I can't hold it!" cried Keitaro.
"Don't you dare," growled Setoshi. "You'll come when I tell you."
"So close…"
"Not yet."
"Ngh… Ugh…"
"Little longer…"
But Keitaro couldn't hold it that little bit longer and came long and hard against Setoshi's chest where Setoshi instantly stopped and Keitaro blushed while panting.
"Gomen ne…"
"You should be sorry, what did I tell you? Not to release early, didn't I?"
"Hai… Demo… I couldn't help it Setoshi!" Keitaro sat up and put his arms around Setoshi's neck. "I haven't had you fuck me in a few hundred years Setoshi. I think both of us deserve as much release as possible, don't you?" he asked in his most seductive voice.
Setoshi raised an eyebrow. "Interesting theory."
"So are you just going to lay there, or are you going to fuck me till I can't even stand laying down on my butt?"
Setoshi's face took on a predatory grin. "As you wish."
And from there, Setoshi continued pounding into Keitaro's body until he found sweet release, giving a low growl as he did so before kissing the hell out of Keitaro while starting up again. Keitaro gave a low groan.
"I… didn't… actually… think… you… had this… much… stamina!" he cried out as he arched his back while Setoshi sucked on the sensitive spot on his neck.
Setoshi grinned predatorily. "Oh I have plenty more where that came from."
He pulled out of Keitaro before pulling him onto his hands and knees before re-entering him; Keitaro gave a mix of a gasp and a moan. One of the sounds Setoshi loved to hear so much. As he continued his thrusts in this new position, he reached down to Keitaro's forgotten erection and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. Keitaro gave another cry of pleasure. Moments later, Keitaro came again, his inner walls contracted further around Setoshi, making him release within Keitaro again. Both flopped back down onto the bed.
Setoshi traced delicate patterns with his fingertips onto Keitaro's abdomen. Keitaro shivered. Setoshi's arousal was still poking the back of his thigh now and Setoshi's hand was dangerously close to his now semi-erect member. He didn't know if he had the strength to orgasm again.
"Setoshi…" Keitaro whimpered. "Onegai… Yamete…"
But it was too late. Setoshi's hand gripped Keitaro's new erection, slick with sweat and his own fluids. He ran his hand up and down, wanting to see his love's face when he was having an orgasm again.
"Come for me." Setoshi said huskily into Keitaro's ear before nibbling on his earlobe.
Keitaro gave a weak cry before releasing into Setoshi's hand again. Setoshit straddled Keitaro, making him look at him, before licking off all of Keitaro's fluids from his hand. Keitaro blushed before looking. Setoshi was still hard.
"Do you want to help with that, Keitaro?"
Keitaro nodded weakly.
Setoshi got off of him before pulling Keitaro over him and pushing him down towards his hardness.
"Suck," he ordered.
Keitaro weakly began his task, making sloppy kisses on the offered organ before lazily licking it. Setoshi moaned slightly, if not for the ministrations, for Keitaro's face as he did them. Then a wet heat soon enveloped Setoshi's erection as Keitaro took all he could into his mouth. However, Setoshi was a tad big and Keitaro did as best he could with what was in his mouth and used his hand for the rest. Setoshi gave another moan and tried to get further into Keitaro's mouth, but Keitaro knew what he was doing and held him down.
"Keitaro! Onegai… Speed it up will you?" gasped out Setoshi.
Keitaro made an affirmative sound, the vibrations making Setoshi moan. The suction became harder and his hand moved faster. Setoshi cried out like Keitaro had been doing so much. Then it all became too much and he released into Keitaro's mouth. Keitaro swallowed all that he could. Yet some came out of his mouth and dribbled down his chin.
Setoshi sat up and licked the trail of his fluids from Keitaro's chin to the corner of his mouth before kissing him. Both could taste themselves on the other's tongue. They parted and gasped for air, before Setoshi nuzzled Keitaro's neck.
"Did you have fun?" murmured Setoshi against the warm skin.
"Hai…" replied Keitaro breathlessly.
"Want to do it again tomorrow?"
"Hai…"
"Aishiteru Keitaro-koi."
"Aishiteru Setoshi-koi."
Owari
What do you all think? :sighs: I need to write something other than shameless smut for a bit... Okay back to the writing board! Now review or I won't give you any more stories! Remember, if you like the story enough, get enough people to tell me and I'll make a longer story with at least the same characters.