Heroes & Ghosts

by SA Payne

  forcing him to lean forward instead of sliding further down his legs, and kissed him. "Yes, I did."

  He whispered, inhaling the scent that was Ichi, a mix of shampoo and sterile lab cleaner.

  "But, we haven't... I haven't..."

  Rye kissed the tip of his nose. "You're beautiful enough without touching me but thank PETS,

  once is never enough for me where you're involved."

  Ichi's mouth opened but he was too turned on to speak. Actions were working better for him, and

  since he'd made up his mind to do what he wanted to do, he may as well do anything he wanted

  to do. Emboldened, he slid from where he was balanced and with a smooth touch slid Rye's

  knees apart so there was room for him to sit between them. He glanced up, pinned lightly

  between the strong, long legs and caught the near desperateness to Rye's expression.

  "Ichi, I..." But it was too late to protest. Ichi stretched and his face nuzzled Rye's lap ever so softly. "I... oh God, please!" He moaned, loudly, as Ichi's mouth found the shape of his hidden desire. He shivered, he whimpered, he begged but all Ichi would do was continue the slow

  mapping of his fabric covered groin.

  Ichi tugged on the waistband of Rye's pants. "Take these off." He whispered just before he ran his tongue along the hardness hiding under the soft fabric.

  Rye nodded and obeyed, unable to think enough to form words and unwilling to protest anything

  Ichi wanted. Right now, if Ichi had said he thought staking Rye over an anthill and pouring honey

  on him would be sexy, Rye would nod and agree. He slithered out of the fabric, and kicked it

  aside.

  The scent of Rye was suddenly everywhere, a mix of desire and sex, and that haunting scent of

  his skin. Ichi licked out, dragging his tongue across Rye's thigh, knowing the effect it would earn him.

  Rye moaned, his hands struggling not to grip into Ichi's hair. All his struggles to regain his words

  went out the window at the feel of Ichi's tongue, hot and wicked, tracing lines along his length.

  The sight of it shut everything down to a narrow window, nothing in the universe existed but the

  amazing man that actually wanted him.

  There was a point where mercy had to be offered. Rye was gasping for breath, struggling to

  remain still and it was because of everything he was doing. It was intoxicating, Ichi had learned

  that the modifications done to Rye amplified his reactions but also that a lot of it was strictly

  because of him. Which, he found, he really, really liked.

  Mercy was needed and Ichi was willing to offer it. He sucked in just the very tip of Rye's cock,

  teasing it gently with lips and tongue in velvet touches. His experience didn't lend to amazing

  skill or talent, but what Ichi lacked in that department he made up for in sheer delight and desire.

  Fortunately, with Rye, there wasn't a need to do much that was fancy. So long as he was gentle,

  so long as he remember that everything would feel more strongly to the other man, that was

  what mattered and Ichi knew how to walk that knife's edge between just enough and painful too

  much for Rye.

  Rye bucked a little bit as he struggled to watch Ichi slowly swallowing him. He wanted to offer

  warning but there was no hope of being able to speak. Ichi's hands were petting his legs, stroking

  his hips, touching him in tormenting contact. He heard his whines grow more desperate and his

  head fell to the back of the sofa. He came with startling depth, shuddering, moaning, his skin

  breaking out in a light sweat and his eyes struggled to stay open to watch Ichi the entire time.

  He hadn't planned to stop until Rye tumbled over the edge for the second time but he hadn't

  expected Rye to react so strongly either. It made him even harder, even more turned on and he

  moaned as Rye finally let go and came. Ichi sighed and moaned and slid a finger or two back

  inside of his body while he closed his eyes and swallowed Rye whole.

  He'd taken it for granted that Rye would stay hard, or at the least, be able to get hard again

  almost right away. Ichi liked it better when Rye would be spent enough to go soft and flaccid only

  to quickly be driven to moaning hardness once more. That and with his higher libido and stronger

  sensations, Rye almost needed to come several times, something Ichi was happy to help with.

  It took careful planning, to tease him long enough so that Rye would enjoy a full torment during

  his release but not too long after so he'd grow hard again. Ichi wanted him to go soft, and hard once more, wanted to give him the excuse of biology to stop if he wanted to. Ichi slid a little back and stopped stroking his hands across lean and now he knew, deadly muscles and waited until

  Rye recovered enough that some sense returned to his eyes.

  "Want to stop?" He asked softly.

  Rye shook his head. "Never."

  Part Seventeen:

  Rye shook his head. "Never."

  There was no smile, just intensity, and Ichi sat up a little. "Take your shirt off."

  There was no need to think about the order, the demand alone made him shiver and off his shirt

  peeled. Ichi being aggressive was something from his deepest fantasies and he would happily

  obey. Even if seeing him slid back up to straddle his legs, Ichi's knees tucked up near his hips,

  being able to feel the bare skin of his legs and ass on his own legs, nearly made him hard again.

  He wanted to be hard again, wanted it so the moment Ichi had made would never end.

  "Not finished with you yet." Ichi teased with Rye's own words before leaning in to steal kisses. His hands running across the red hair that was just long enough to toy with. He wanted to slid forward

  and press his hips hard against Rye's body, grind against him until he found his own release, but

  that wasn't his goal and if Ichi was anything, he was able to achieve a goal.

  Ichi arched forward and kissed Rye's neck, nipped at his shoulder, tormented down until before

  him was one, lovely nipple glittering with gold. He glanced upward and met startled grey eyes,

  grinned out how Rye's mouth hung open from the last of their kisses.

  "You wouldn't." Which was silly because obviously Ichi would as he carefully drew his tongue across the already hyper sensitive nub. "Oh, Ichi..." His entire body arched a little, in directionless need. When Ichi closed his lips over him, flesh and gold and all, Rye lost his words

  again, the fell, scattered about him like broken glass. His cock stirred, swelling, returning to life and Ichi slid forward.

  There was nothing more than the press of flesh to flesh but Ichi needed to feel Rye growing hard

  again. Wanted to feel the trapped length against his legs, his hip, feel it twitch as he flicked a

  tongue over the hypersensitive flesh. And just as he was sure Rye was as hard as he could get,

  Ichi very gently dragged his teeth across the tormented nipple, caught the gold bar, and slowly

  tugged.

  "OH!" Rye arched off the sofa, nearly causing Ichi to bite too hard on the captured flesh. "OH my fucking god!" He fell limp and trembling back to the soft sofa and wondered if the walls were

  sound proofed but he was saved from finding out by Ichi releasing his nipple and giving him a

  moment to catch his sense and breath.

  When he opened his eyes he saw Ichi cracking open another of the tiny tubes of lube. The slick

  drops coated his fingers again and very carefully, very lightly, Ichi reached down and stroked the

  lube, slick and warm, across Rye's cock. "We need to go slow." Ichi said softly, blushing again, glancing down. "It's been a long time."

  Rye was so start
led he almost didn't feel the hand touching him. "Ichi..." He sighed out, shivering at the thought alone. "God, you're beautiful." He wanted to sooth his mind and confirm that Ichi really wanted to go further but he couldn't. Rye wanted the other man so deeply, so totally, he

  wasn't sure he could live another moment without knowing what it was like to, for just a few

  moments, be so totally joined.

  Ichi leaned forward, Rye's hands naturally lifting to support his arms and help hold his weight. He locked his eyes onto the glazed, stunning grey and held the slick, hard cock steady below him.

  The head pressed to his entrance, eased but still tight, and both men moaned at the slight

  contact. Very carefully, Ichi lowered himself down, just a bit and the pressure was horrible. He

  trembled and found Rye's hands petting him, helping to hold his weight and approving of the

  slow joining.

  Then, the pressure lessened, just enough, as Ichi's body adjusted to the demanding length

  pressing into him. The head slipped easily into his body, making Ichi want to drop all the way

  down and not care of he got hurt. His world was flesh and pleasure and the sight of those

  clouded, desperate grey eyes.

  Rye saw the look flit across Ichi's face and he tightened his grip on his lover. He shook his head.

  "No, slowly." He forced out in a harsh whisper. Ichi wouldn't be hurt by this, he wouldn't, or he'd

  never let Ichi bottom again. It didn't matter if Rye was hurt while being taken, he healed so much faster, but no harm would ever touch Ichi if he could stop it.

  The grip stopping him from forcing the delicious length deep into his body made Ichi whimper.

  His eyes went shut and he dropped his head, trying to will his body to relax, lost in the tight,

  burning delight of first being taken and the thrill of the promise of pleasure. Fraction, by slow

  fraction, he lowered down closer to Rye's legs and more and more of the red head slid into him.

  Until he was there, his ass spread and taken fully, his body trembling and his voice breaking

  from the gasping whimpers he heard himself making and couldn't stop.

  "Shhh." Rye soothed and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Ichi's waist. He was moving by feel, blinded by the shivering delight, the sheer painful pleasure of how tight Ichi was. He

  soothed himself as much as the shy, shuddering body he was buried in. "Shhhh." He petted Ichi's spine, stroked the curve of his ass and felt sick with the need to move.

  Rye wasn't the only one ill from the need to move, Ichi lifted himself up slightly, just a little, and slid back down. The experiment produced no pain and only blinding pleasure. Ichi's head fell

  back and he moaned, moving again, sliding Rye further from his body and deeper back in.

  "More!" He begged and found Rye's mouth kissing, nipping the long exposed length of his neck.

  "God, Rye, oh more!"

  "Ichi..." Rye gasped into the ear he'd been biting. "It's too much... it's... God... I can't..."

  Ichi shook his head and brought his head forward. "I want to feel you... oh oh Rye, I need to feel you."

  He took that as moaned permission and Rye took a hold of the teasing hips. He moved Ichi a

  touch faster, a little bit deeper in long sliding strokes. The need to come was a pain, a horrible

  chewing ache in his stomach that slide like molten fire to the spot of delight and torture. Rye's

  mouth fell open but only a strangled gasping hiss escaped and the fire spilled from his body. He

  forced himself in as deep as he could, frightened he would actually hurt Ichi with his need to be

  so tightly buried in his body, but unable to be gentle.

  Rye fell into Ichi's arms as the feel of his trembling release triggered new shivering in the shorter man. He held the red head close, touching more boldly, more forcefully, across the sweat

  dampened shoulders and neck. They'd stilled with his release and Ichi waited to see if his

  gamble would pay off. Neither of them really knew how Rye's body would respond to their

  lovemaking. Rye's memories of his owner before were ones he didn't like to share and ones he

  fully admitted offered no clear guideline to what joining with Ichi would be like. Ichi knelt there, shivering a little, his cock weeping in neglect, waiting to see if Rye would soften inside of his

  body after such a desperate release.

  Rye found he could still breath and while pleasure had swept him away, he was still aching and

  unsatisfied. He moaned softly, more of a hushed whimper and kissed the bare shoulder he was

  tucked against.

  "Better?" Ichi asked softly, feeling the cock still so deeply in his body twitching, the thighs on either side of his own trembling.

  "Somewhat." Rye whispered but he lifted Ichi up and before the startled man could protest, laid him tenderly on his back. "My turn." He grinned into the darker eyes. Only, the sofa was cramped and there was little room to get the deep, serious angle he was looking for. Rye leaned down and

  kissed Ichi, sliding gently from his body.

  The sudden, shocking, hungry emptiness made Ichi nearly sob in protest but Rye brushed hair

  back from his eyes and smiled gently. "It's okay, just, trust me." He tugged and guided and got Ichi onto his feet and with kisses and touches led the other man to the bedroom. There, he

  pressed the shorter man down, tumbled after him, onto the bed's width and soft comfort. It gave

  him plenty of space to hook Ichi's legs over his arms and slide back into him, deep, full and

  solidly.

  Ichi shivered and cried out, the fullness, the need to be taken hard and deep spiking in him. He

  tugged at Rye, clutched at his shoulders and back and begged him with words and sound to take

  him harder. He wanted to stroke himself off, frightened of the demanding need for release that

  was building in him but longing for it to continue. He wanted to spend the rest of his life splayed across his bed, stark naked, with Rye pounding hard into his body.

  Then there was a shift in angles, subtle and small but it lit up breathtaking delight in Ichi. Not

  every stroke in hit that spot but a fair number of them did and he found himself torn between the sheer overwhelming pleasure of the outstroke and the stunning glare of the lucky in strokes. He

  was moaning, sobbing, not caring how he sounded, struggling to keep his eyes open and locked

  onto Rye's steady grey. Rye looked pained, tortured, as needy as he felt and it only made Ichi

  hotter.

  "God, Ichi..." Rye groaned. "God, I love you."

  The words, forced out and almost as painful as the clinging need for release, were words Ichi had

  never heard spoken to him before. Not in any context, from anyone, and it was the last thing he

  needed to break his hold on the fragments of his control. He shuddered, moaned a warning as

  best he could, and came. He lost all sense of himself, all control, all shame and pride, it all

  dissolved and poured from his body. He clung to Rye as the only thing tangible in a world that

  had exploded and as the only thing he wanted to be tangible.

  It was the gasping, hot, short pants that grounded him, helped ease Ichi back to the real world. It was just in time, Rye was driving harder, shorter, deeper into his body as he came and was

  swept away by the sudden, shocking, increase in tightness. It was too much, seeing Ichi come,

  feeling his entire body explode below him, on him, around him, it was what he needed. He

  surrendered, knowing that this time coming would be enough, and his release stripped him bare.

  He came from his depths, his soul, from whatever hidden, buried part of him remained from what

  he had once been. He came with all the hope and fears of never again faci
ng a day without Ichi.

  Chapter Eighteen:

  The clock that ticked off time inside of Rye's head woke him before the alarm was set to go off.

  Only, he wasn't sure they'd remembered to actually set the alarm, but it didn't matter. The one in

  his mind was a better keeper of time anyway and it was easy enough to wake up, make sure the

  alarm was off and curl back into bed.

  Two things became instantly apparent. The first was that the alarm wasn't set, which made sense

  given the day before. The second was that there was no point to snuggling back into the bed

  because Rye woke up alone in it. Normally he was a light sleeper and if Ichi so much as sneezed

  during the night he was awake to some level and aware. Yet this morning, Ichi not only had

  woken up but gotten up without waking him.

  Rye groaned, rubbed his eyes and blamed his deep sleep of the incredible sex. Memories

  returned like scattered pictures, moments burned into the black empty spots in his mind where

  other memories should be and it was vivid, perfect, enough to make him shiver. Just the

  memories, with no Ichi in sight, were enough to take him half way to aroused. He grinned

  happily, feeling really warm, really safe and really, deeply content.

  He stretched and shook out his hair. There was nothing for it, he had to find Ichi. Even if the

  other man wasn't interested in a repeat of last night, Rye just needed to see him. He glanced

  around the bedroom and didn't see the pants he'd had on the night before, which made sense

  because they were kicked somewhere out in the living room. Rye pulled himself from the warm

  bed, scratching his hip as he went and found another pair. He didn't mind being nude but it made

  Ichi blush so he tied the cord lightly and let the soft fabric hang from his hips.

  One moment, frozen like a bug in amber, floated up to Rye's hazy mind. Ichi was pinned below

  him, his face a twisted mix of pleasure and need, Rye had been in him, taking him, trembling

  with emotion and sensation. Somewhere in that perfect moment, Rye's brain had burped again

  and shorted out and he spoke without being able to censor his words.

  Rye stopped and stared at the sex rumpled bed. "I told him I loved him." He whispered to the empty room and suddenly Rye knew whey Ichi wasn't there when he woke up. "Stupid, stupid!"