invade

~Something has invaded my nightsPainting my sleep with a colour so brightChanging the grey and changing the blueScarlet for me and scarlet for you~The charred pancakes were forgotten as Naaza gently guided Rayjura's hips with firm hands back into the bedroom. He had come to a decision, standing there in the kitchen surrounded by evidence that his companion's feelings for him had grown to be of a more tender nature.Being warlords, being men of a forgotten time, sometimes the verbalization of their emotions was impossible for them. They were men of action. Words were not their nature, more so him than Rayjura, and often he could not find a way to express himself without cheapening his meaning. They had wasted so many opportunities already, perhaps it was time to take action.As Naaza mentally prepared himself for what he had quickly planned, Rayjura paused at the bedroom doorway, looking over his shoulder at him with smoldering eyes."Did you not just awaken?" His tone was teasing while he kept his expression a studied neutral."What do you think?" Naaza growled huskily in his ear, pressing himself against the taller man's backside and tightening his grip on the slim hips. His arousal was evident through the light kimono as he rubbed against Rayjura's ass. The Gen Masho's breathing became slightly unsteady, but he otherwise showed no signs of acknowledgement."I think your years must be catching up to you, if you need to rest so soon after rising. . .""Brat.""I am merely stating-" He cut off with a sharp gasp.Skimming his fingers up Rayjura's sides so very lightly, Naaza's smirked into his shoulder when the warlord arched his back seductively into his chest and groaned. Trailing one hand to the neck of his kimono, he teasingly slid the other gently over his sharply defined pecs. His palm grazed an aroused nipple, drawing a hiss of appreciation. Rayjura's head lolled back onto his own shoulder, offering an expanse of sensitive neck.Naaza knew how to pleasure the body before him even better than his knew his own. He was amazed the Gen Masho was allowing him to take control without even a token protest. Usually their sex was violent and intense, like a raging storm that consumed all their thoughts as each vied for domination, leaving them spent in each other's arms and too worn to move. Rayjura always seemed to prefer being on the bottom, but he could never relinquish command of himself withoutmaking Naaza fight for it.Yet, now Naaza moved slowly, savoring each stroke and sensation as he had only let himself touch his pale god in the dark of night and sleep before. Now, he wanted his companion to understand. Rayjura stood relaxed, eye drifting shut, senses consumed by each caress that left an invisible brand down to his very bones. Every moment of affection and passion Naaza could conjure from the past four centuries poured across the Gen Masho's skin with determined tenderness.There was a freedom in such motions, as he was finally confessing with his fingertips the depth of his emotions to the one who had captured his heart all those years ago. His lips burned a path along the graceful neck, sucking and nipping tender flesh at an almost leisurely pace, as he let the silky kimono fabric drop from a perfectly formed shoulder. The brush of his cheek on soft skin was an act of ardent worship. The grazing of his palm along the hardened planes of his stomach professed his undying devotion. He inhaled the scent of Rayjura's body, senses processing the trace of musk as well as memory.Turning Rayjura to face him with a loving grasp, he ran his fingertips along his jaw, his cheeks, his long lashes, following a pattern he had observed nearly every night since the Gen Masho had returned to him. At last, he brought his lips to the waiting mouth for a chaste kiss. As he pulled back, though, Rayjura captured his retreating face once more for a deeper kiss.Tongues merging, breath intermingled, Naaza seized the silky strands of his hair and angled Rayjura's head back for better access to his throat. Wrenching himself from petal soft lips, he suckled at the delicate blue veins exposed where jaw and ear and neck meet collar bone and tendon. The sounds his actions drew forth from the quiet Masho spurred him on as he plundered the most erogenous area of Rayjura's skin. Passion swirled through their bodies, an electric current jumping back and forth between them that grew stronger with each leap.Nerves on fire, Rayjura was no longer content to stand still and only receive. His own hands explored the muscles of Naaza's back while he pulled the bearer of Doku closer. The ripple of movement beneath his fingers heightened his arousal and he wanted so much more. He wanted Naaza inside his body and his brain and his soul. He wanted to touch the sculpted body before him as intimately as possible and lose himself in their love.A part of him feared the torrent of emotions, feared being left behind once more by the one he loved, yet he could not deny his need for contact and completion. They had survived together for what seemed like an eternity and it had taken so long for him to realize how much Naaza meant to him. He had left the Netherworld weeks ago, but it only felt like now, in the caring arms of his friend and lover, he was starting to live his life again.In a concerted effort, they made their way to the bed without parting. Their breath was harsh in each other's mouths as Naaza pushed him back, kneeling in between Rayjura's parted legs while working to untie the belt of his robe. As soon as his robe was discarded, Rayjura broke the kiss and was at his chest, teasing his nipples with eager lips and a wetly sucking tongue. His roving hands removed the Gen Masho's kimono, leaving it to be crushed beneath their sweaty bodies.Rayjura responded by squeezing the cheeks of his ass hard and lightly nipping the flesh in front of his mouth. Naaza groaned, burying his face in white hair as he was overcome by sensation. His cock brushed against the feathery hairs of Rayjura's inner thigh, straining and painfully heated in its desire for release. Rayjura bucked his hips, rubbing their erections together as he slid along Naaza's tense body. By now they were covered in sweat and their skin suctioned together, creating a delicious friction as Naaza ground down on the flesh beneath him.Panting, Rayjura was struggling for coherency. "Need you- inside. Now."Naaza was only able to nod and reach for the nightstand drawer. Uncapping the lube with his teeth, he drew Rayjura's knees up on either side of him. He squeezed out a generous amount of the gel and threw the tube off to the side impatiently. Warming the lube with his hands, he leaned over to capture Rayjura's lips once more.Distracted by the hot, moist mouth plundering his and sucking on his tongue, Rayjura was able to ignore the slight pain as first one finger, then a second, entered him. Naaza massaged his ass as he worked his fingers around, loosening protesting muscles. Even with his dick quivering impatiently, wanting to be enclosed in the tight body, Naaza was gentle and thorough preparing his love.Finally raising Rayjura's hips onto his kneeling lap, Naaza guided his glistening cock to press into the Gen Masho's entrance. Eye tightly shut, Rayjura tensed at the momentary disorientation of being filled so completely as Naaza gently worked his way in, waiting for him to adjust. When he looked up at Naaza once more, the Doku Masho pressed forward against him, settling into a more comfortable position.Hips laying still as he leaned up to fuck Rayjura's mouth with his tongue, Naaza wanted to savor this moment of being sheathed in his body. When Rayjura broke the kiss with a moan, Naaza rested his forehead against his and stared into his eye, drowning in the soul veiled by the crystal blue orb.I love you. I need you. You make me feel alive again.Rayjura smiled slightly, resting the very tips of his fingers on Naaza's temples. Without breaking eye contact, he rode his hips down on Naaza's cock while simultaneously opening their mind link, sharing the sensations from every nerve in his body. Naaza gasped as the air was expelled violently from his body, awash in so much pleasure it was akin to pain. His vision whited out at the violence of his reaction and he had trouble keeping himself back from orgasm."I love you, too." In his ears and in his mind, he heard the whispered words. Overcome, he rested his head in the crook of Rayjura's neck and began pumping into him, still connected in their souls.The wet slap of flesh on flesh- The burning heat of Rayjura's cock trapped between their bodies- The tension in Naaza's back and legs as he thrust forward- The friction of his cock rolling over Rayjura's prostate again and again and again- The dig of fingers tightly grasping his back- Lungs burning, gasping for air- The feeling of possession-I love youNeither could tell where their thoughts were separate, where their flesh was separate. They had one sense of being, united in body and brain and soul. A white-hot flare as every fiber of their being caught fire sent them both over the edge with hoarse cries of release.Coherent thought returning to his body quite a bit later, Naaza felt bereft as they pulled away from each other. The mind link still resonated strongly between them, a connection that would be sevvered only by death. He sunk bonelessly down beside Rayjura, cuddling his side as he cleaned the cum from his stomach with a tissue. In tandem, their pulses throbbed just beneath the skin.~I've got to know if this is the real thingI've got to know what's making my heart singYou smile and I am lost for a lifetimeEach minute spent with you is the right timeEvery hour, every day~Naaza lay on his side, head propped up on his fisted hand, studying the closed eyes and flushed cheeks of his lover. Reaching out gently, he smoothed a strand of pale hair away from his temples. Sated and half asleep, Rayjura leaned into his touch, tilting his head slightly.After a moment, his one perfect eye opened, focusing on Naaza."How long did you wait for me?" The whispered question was reverent, loving. A low thrumming feel of peace echoed over the mind link, bathing the two of them in its glow. Where one began and one ended was inseparable. Drawing him close, Naaza tucked him under his chin."Since I first saw you." Naaza's soft tones did not wish to break the web of serenity that had been spun around them. Cocooned in silken sheets cool against passion fevered skin, this was nirvana."You never spoke of it to me." Rayjura's tone was wondering and lost, laden with the weight of years past."We were too busy trying to kill each other, I think." He was only half joking. "But I always remembered the way you were on the first night I saw you. A proud, strangely armored warrior commanding his men from horseback like one of the gods come to life. At the time, I wanted your blood, but I was also drawn to your beauty. I had never thought a man attractive before then, but then, I was never really aware of my own sexuality. My main focus in life was to provide for myokaasan and imouto; I did not have time to dabble in the pleasures of the flesh." He lifted Rayjura's pale hand to his lips"That night, you seemed to be a demon from hell, yet I was still drawn to you. Perhaps you cast a spell on me, sorcerer, for I was definitely awakened to life's more carnal urges. I believe you seduced me even as we tried to take each other's life. For you, I was willing to give up my soul. Even after all this darkness, I can't regret meeting you. Through all the years, you have been my reason for surviving, if only just to spite you at times." Rayjura snorted inelegantly, rather breaking the serious mood, and Naaza affectionately kissed the crown of his head.Yes, they were men of action, not words.He smiled into Rayjura's hair when the Gen Masho chuckled in agreement. He didn't think he had ever heard the sound from him before, and it was nearly as disconcerting as his nervousness earlier. Perhaps the sound was actually through the mind link, where he only felt the mirth and assumed it had been out loud. . ."I do laugh on occasion," Rayjura's tone was indignant, but his presence in the link was amused. Naaza wished he had a better view of his face instead of just the top of his nose."Maybe three times in the years I've known you have you laughed in true amusement. And mocking the Ronins in battle doesn't count."Settling closer to his chest, Rayjura said nothing. After a while, their mirth faded and they drifted towards slumber, but one question kept Naaza from completely relaxing."So, will you be staying?" He murmured quietly."If you think your kitchen will survive," was the sleepy reply."Hmm- We never did have breakfast. . .""Are you complaining?""No. But remind me to explain the phone thing to you again.""As you wish."Resisting until Rayjura was completely asleep, Naaza pulled the sheets tighter around them and succumbed to his dreams.~You touch me and my mind goes astray~。