102Maxwell: Wow, something I haven't worked on in a while…a story with Rath and Momiji...anyway, I don't own Momiji, and this plot, (laugh) man this plot goes way back…jeez. I'm not going to warn you of the contents, especially you, Chibi Suppi. You should know better than anyone what will happen in here. Well, until the end, later.
Dedicated to the, sick and twisted, Chibi Suppi. A lot of this made me think of our creepy R.P. and I thought, 'what the hell, let's dedicate.' There are a lot of jokes that'll you'll get, and if you don't…stupidity will kill the Suppi. And stupidity goes by a new name: Rage. (Hah hah, I'm talking about the cross-dresser, but I doubt anyone else knew that.)
Unexplainable
Chap. One/One-shot?
The warm light drifted through the white, cotton curtains. It danced over the cool, wooden floor, and onto the bed of black and white cotton covers. Under the sheets lay two figures. One of the figures belonged to a man, not much older than twenty-three. He had long hair, which lay over his shoulders and chest in a cascade of gold. He brushed his gold bangs away from his amber eyes, tickling his sun-kissed cheek as he tucked it behind his semi-pointed ears to admire the soft creature which lay next to him, curled in a heap of soft, black sheets. This creature seemed to be around the age of ten. His hair was a soft, lime green. It stood out brightly to his hazel eyes. His skin was a light olive color, yet soft and warm. He mewled as an finely tanned hand coursed through his thick locks.
The older of the two slipped from the bed. Covering himself with a pair of black boxers, he made his way to the bathroom where he took a nice, hot shower. It felt good having the heated substance hit his aching body as he lathered himself. He ran his hands through his long, damp hair, purring to his own touch. He lost himself in his own selfish thoughts when a gentle voice reached his ears.
"Rath-sama?" It asked. "May I come in?"
The demon smiled. Who was he to deny the company of his young lover? "Hai, Momiji." He replied.
The same boy who once lay soundly in his warm bed was now awake and coursing his hands through his own wet hair. He turned his back to his more, mature, lover. (And by mature, I'm talking about his body, not his mind.) As he rinsed the last of the remaining shampoo from his hair, soft, wet lips tickled the back of his neck. "Rath-sama!" He gasped. A faint blush tinted his olive cheeks. "Isn't it a bit early?"
"It's never too early for you." He murmured into the boys' skin. "I just wanted a small taste." He said while nipping the bare shoulder. "I guess you're right, though." He forced himself to break away. "It's probably better to save this for later."
"Rath-sama…" Momiji drew out, slightly pouting. He didn't like to displease Rath, especially when things started to feel good. "I guess a quick round won't hurt, right?" He asked, almost pleadingly, as he carefully picked out every word. He was slowly learning to speak in ways he knew Rath would approve of, especially when 'dirty talk' was reserved for the bedroom.
Rath seemed to be taken aback. Never in their four whole days of knowing each other had he expected something like that from Momiji. (Four days sound about right, Suppi?) He tilted the boys' chin up with his right hand and kissed his tender lips while his left hand was left to roam over the fresh canvas.
(Note to reader: That was me trying to be artistic, I prefer using words that sound more appealing, instead of using the same words over like 'he kissed the boy's soft body' because it gets old, quickly, might I add.)
Momiji let out a soft gasp, followed by a purr. His rest his back against the cold tile as the demon made his way down his flawless body. His breath hitched in his throat as the demon took his member in his mouth, his tongue swirled delicately over the tip. "Rath-sama…" He moaned out. "Rath-sama…what are-? What are you-?" He tried to ask. Sure, Rath has been all over Momiji's body, with his hands, so of course this was a new, but quite pleasant experience. He'd have to admit, he quite liked it.
Rath grinned. He knew he was a master at this art (And yes he is). No matter how much anyone denied it, he knew, and that was all that mattered. Now though, having Momiji's soft moans urging him to continue, he couldn't bring himself to be pleased unless this mortal, this young boy he just happened upon (Ha ha. It didn't seem right to say he flat-out snatched the kid.), was pleased as well. It wasn't like one of his other romps, where he needed to be pleased and they could very well go and die once he was done with them. He wouldn't treat this boy like another one of his pieces of ass. Being caught off guard, he wasn't ready to have a mouthful of the boys, candy, in his mouth.
(Candy…heh. It didn't seem right to put 'Momiji splurged into his mouth.' I'm cleaner than that…XD Yeah right.)
Rath pulled back, chocking on the outcome. (Yet another clean word.) He coughed most of it up, but swallowed as much as he could, just so it didn't seem like it disgusted him. He didn't want to upset Momiji (Laugh Suppi, I did.), but he didn't expect the boy to come so quickly.
"Well, I think we'd better postpone this until later…" He mumbled out. He stepped out and grabbed a towel. "When you're finished, meet me down stairs."
Momiji sighed heavily. "Yes Rath-sama…" He whispered. He looked down at his throbbing erection. 'Wait until later…' He told himself.
The day passed by quickly. They had accomplished many chores in that time. But all things must come to an end and that time was now.
As they walked through the crowded streets, Momiji realized they were getting some rather curious looks. People began to point and whisper. He huddled closer to Rath's side. "Rath-sama, why are they staring at us like that?" He asked.
"They just want to scare you." He said. "They've never seen a couple like this before."
"What kind of couple is that?" Momiji asked.
"It's hard to explain." Rath told him. "Too put it bluntly, it's because of who I am."
"Oh." Momiji whispered. 'That's right.' He thought. 'Rath-sama is the most powerful demon in this region…all demons fear him.' Momiji lifted his head, staring straight. "Are they afraid of you?" He asked.
"They are," Rath told him. "But that's not why they're staring. That…well, that's unexplainable." He said. He smiled down at the young mortal. "Don't worry, it's of no importance. Let's just get home shall we?"
"Hai!" Momiji said cheerfully. He grabbed Rath's hand and rest his head in the demon's side. "Aishiteru Rath-sama."
"I love you too, Momiji." He said.
-End Chapter One-
Maxwell: Yeah, very short, but…it was supposed to be a one shot, but I'm full of ideas…or caffeine. But, I plan on updating all my stories, so don't get pissed and e-mail me saying "Quit starting new stories when you have others to finish!" It's more of a matter of inspiration…thank my Goddess for Chibi Suppi introducing me to phone role-playing. But I will have more stories soon, since I don't have school on Friday's, you'll all have to wait for the updates on Mondays or weekends. Until then, later.
P.S: Sorry if this one was a little fast; I'm trying to quit that…