For Valkyrie and Angelli

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Incident

"What's the matter with you? This is the third time this fuckin' week!"
      Sengoku leaned forward over the steering wheel and stared upwards, ignoring Henry. The building stretched skywards, a tall pyramid of glass and steel.
      Benten lived at the top.
      Sengoku shook his head, growled to himself, and started up the car again.
      "Yeah yeah, OK. Where you wanna go?"

Henry Takenada was quite right, it had been the third time Sengoku had ended up parked outside the skyrise, driving there without even realising it.
      Why? He had no intention of ever seeing the albino again - hated the very thought of it, it would be too humiliating - so why the fuck did he keep coming here?
      Why did the thought of the little faggot give him a hard-on?
      He'd dreamed about that evening, not once but several times, and woken to find himself either rigid or sticky. It was fucking embarrassing!
      And he really had to do something about it. Images of the albino had started haunting him: only that morning he'd had to jerk himself out a daydream in which he'd tied Benten up and was pounding his reddened ass - reddened from the spanking Sengoku had delivered a few minutes before - the albino writhing under him, gasping and whimpering…
      He shook his head. Perhaps, if he saw the cocksucker again…

Several times he'd turned back, ready to give up on the idea, but each time a little voice in his head mocked him… coward! Scared, aren't you? and he'd gritted his teeth and carried on…
      He hesitated outside Benten's door. What if the albino wasn't in? What if he had someone with him? What if…?
      … coward…
      Snarling silently, he pressed his hand to the panel. Too late to back out now…
      There was a long, long pause, then Benten's voice issued quietly from the speaker beside the door.
      "Your business?"
      Sengoku glared into the little security cam.
      "I wanna talk to you."
      A brief pause, then Benten's voice again, with what Sengoku would swear was an undertone of amusement.
      "Indeed. And what about?"
      "Let me in and I'll tell you."

Benten watched the Nikkoyama heir on the small screen, smiling to himself. He'd wondered if Sengoku would come back: he'd had a feeling about the young man after Helena's 'birthday treat'. He released the latch and opened the door, ushering the scowling young man into his rooms.
      Sengoku stalked over to one of the soft leather sofas and flung himself down, ignoring Benten's amused, "do make yourself at home." He glared up at the albino.
      "You gonna sit?"
      Raising one eyebrow, Benten moved to sit beside Sengoku, tucking one leg under him, which quite incidentally allowed his thigh-length embroidered rich gold yukata to open just enough to reveal a shadowy glimpse of his groin. Sengoku's eyes were riveted to the spot: at Benten's soft cough he forced his gaze back up to the albino's face.
      Fuck, he wished he could look that good first thing in the morning! He rubbed his face and stared into half-closed crimson eyes, finding himself speechless for a moment.
      Benten smiled, then covered a yawn with a graceful hand.
      "Perhaps some tea…?"
      Sengoku growled.
      "Forget the fucking tea!"
      The albino inclined his head.
      "Very well. I, however, require some. To waken, if nothing else." Which was perfectly true, it was nine a.m. and he'd had all of two hours sleep…
      He made to rise, pausing and staring at Sengoku's hand on his wrist, then lifting his gaze to intense, fierce, golden-brown eyes. Sengoku bared his teeth.
      "You can make some fucking tea later, faggot!"
      Benten could have broken the other's grip, but that would have given away the fact that he could take care of himself, and that he was reluctant to do at this juncture.
      He sighed and re-seated himself, allowing the yukata to open a little further. Sengoku gulped, eyes drinking in the ivory-pale skin, palest honey-coloured nipple and the froth of white at his groin.
      He'd seen Benten naked - touched him, fucked him for fuck's sake… why was the sight of that slight half-clothed body so fucking arousing?
      "Are you here on business - or simply to abuse me?"
      Sengoku swallowed hard, feeling suddenly exposed, then realised he'd clenched his hand, leaving bruised marks on the slender pale wrist. He let go quickly, feeling his face redden.
      He hadn't thought this through. Why had he come here again? And what did he intend doing now he was here?
      Benten slid closer, cupping his hot face with one hand and brushing a kiss over his lips.
      Sengoku froze, eyes wide… Pulling back, he snarled and raised his hand to hit the albino - only to find his fist caught in one deceptively strong fine-boned hand.
      Benten smiled.
      "I really would prefer not to have to resort to violence."
      Blinking, Sengoku looked from his hand to the blood-red eyes - and the wry quirk to the pale lips. He swallowed, feeling completely out of his depth.
      "Fuck…"
      Benten released his hand, stroking down his face with one long finger.
      "What am I to do with you?"
      The thought - anything you want - flashed through Sengoku's mind, then he snarled and moved further along the sofa.
      "Don't fucking touch me!"
      Benten smiled, serenely.
      "Then perhaps you would like to touch me…"
      In one smooth movement he was lying across Sengoku's lap, one hand reaching up to caress the strong face, the other pulling one limp warm hand inside his yukata, rubbing it gently across his chest - very conscious of the hardness pressing into the small of his back.
      Sengoku gaped, unable - or should that be unwilling? - to resist. Benten smiled up at him, arching his back cat-like, and Sengoku unthinkingly responded, pushing the yukata aside and fingering one nipple, his other hand buried in soft white hair.
      Benten sighed and rolled his hips, one hand snaking behind him to stroke Sengoku's straining erection through the leather tightly stretched over his groin, and the dark man gasped, eyes closing as his hands trembled. As Benten found and opened the studs holding the material closed, one by one, releasing the pressure and teasing the rigid cock inside, his head rolled back - then came forwards as he bent double and kissed the albino, fiercely, hand fisting in hair and fingers pinching nipple hard. Benten winced inwardly and returned the kiss, pressing upwards into the hot, coffee-flavoured mouth above him, one hand around Sengoku's neck as he pulled himself upright and swivelled to straddle the dark man's lap.
       Sengoku was lost. Had been since he'd first met Benten at the Klub, if he were completely honest with himself - which of course he never was. Plunging his tongue into the albino's faintly cinnamon-tasting mouth, bruising those soft lips, feeling his freed erection nudging an answering smooth hardness at Benten's groin… He shivered.
      Benten pulled back far enough to murmur,
      "Are you comfortable here?"
      Cupping the albino's buttocks and recapturing his mouth, Sengoku nodded, trying to position himself properly… groaning when Benten pulled back. The albino smiled at him from hooded eyes, then slid down between his thighs.
      "What…?"
      He groaned as strong slim hands pulled his pants further down and his cock was engulfed by a warm wet mouth, tongue laving him, moistening him, sucking gently until he was whimpering - then Benten was somehow back in his lap, lifting himself onto his knees and slowly - so fucking slowly! - impaling himself…
      Overwhelmed, Sengoku thrust twice and came, hard, jerking upwards into the slender, pale, irresistible body in his lap, bruising Benten's lips with the force of his kiss as he clutched the albino tightly to him…
      A minute or so later he slowly, tremblingly relaxed his grip, flopping back onto the sofa and gazing at Benten, lips parted, panting.
      "…fuck…"
      Benten inclined his head, smiling very slightly.
      "Indeed…"
      He raised himself onto his knees, slowly, easing Sengoku's cock from his body then settling back down and leaning forwards, brushing gentle kisses over the dark man's face and neck as long fingers eased his shirt up and off his body. Benten's hands slid down the warm chest, pinching at small bronze nipples then leaning down to nibble them, chuckling as Sengoku gasped and grabbed his hair. He moved back up to nip at a strong neck, then bit gently at the other's jaw.
      Sengoku groaned.
      "S… sorry… couldn't hold…"
      Benten blinked: he was apologising for coming so quickly? Heh, that was unexpected…
      But maybe not so unexpected, the albino smiled to himself. It was a pretty safe assumption that Sengoku prided himself on his sexual technique, and if that was the case he would be chagrined to know he had disappointed his partner…
      Benten sighed and laid his head on a warm tanned shoulder.
      "I suppose I shouldn't have expected too much of you…"
      Under him Sengoku stiffened, jaw clenching, and wrapped a hand around Benten's aching erection.
      "Fuck you, cocksucker…"
      Benten kissed his shoulder.
      "You already have…"
      Sengoku froze - then pushed Benten off his lap, stood, stripped off the rest of his clothes and lay on the sofa, thighs spread and jaw set.
      "Come on then!"
      Benten hovered for a moment, admiring the view, then knelt beside the dark man, offering his cock to the pouting mouth. Sengoku grimaced.
      "Ah fuck - must I?"
      Benten nodded gravely.
      "It will hurt, otherwise…"
      And it was a measure of how… distracted… he was that Sengoku forgot that Benten would surely have some sort of lubricant to hand… Screwing up his face, he tentatively licked up the delicately flushed organ, one hand cupping taut balls, the other wrapped around a lean hip…
      It wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be. Benten tasted… musky. But clean. Closing his eyes, Sengoku licked across the head, intrigued by the slippery moisture gathering there…
      Benten gritted his teeth - this was torture! Not so much that Sengoku was particularly skilled - he wasn't, he'd obviously never done this before - but the light touches of tongue and fingers were incredibly arousing. Finally the albino pulled back and moved to kneel between Sengoku's legs.
      The Nikkoyama heir tensed, wondering if there was any way he could get out of this without losing face. Yes, he'd done it before - but he'd been pissed that time, and forced into it by Helena. This time he'd come here of his own free will…
      Why the fuck had he done that? He opened his eyes a fraction, peering up at the sombre face above him. And groaned. Fuck but the little faggot was beautiful!
      He froze as he felt Benten's cock press against his ass, pushing slowly but firmly into his body, pausing to let him get used to the sensation. He was tense, and it hurt - but the albino's hands were suddenly fondling him, caressing his limp dick, stroking his balls, and the pain from his ass grew distant, easier to ignore, as he roused again.
      Finally fully seated, the albino stretched along the strong warm body, thrusting gently, nipping at Sengoku's shoulders and neck. Sengoku was tight, and hot, and his almost-reluctant participation was strangely arousing… But it would be unfair to drag this out, and to be honest Benten preferred slightly more skilled partners. Not that Sengoku couldn't become skilled, of course, given time and a willingness on his part… But for now… the novelty - and the sex - had been wonderful, but it was time to finish it. He needed to sleep before his working day started. Thrusting harder, he captured Sengoku's mouth, kissing him deeply as he climaxed, arms wrapping the broad shoulders.
      Sengoku whimpered, feeling Benten's cock pulse inside him, and buried his hands in soft heavy hair. Too soon… much too soon… As the albino slowly pulled out, he tried desperately to hold onto some vestige of dignity and not beg to be allowed to stay.
      He swallowed, then glared up at the albino.
      "Happy now, fucker?"
      Benten smiled and kissed him.
      "Are you?"
      Not daring to answer, Sengoku hauled himself upright. Benten moved to sit close by, both legs tucked under him and one arm stretched along the back of the sofa, watching as Sengoku reached for his clothes, fumbling them on, not looking at his… what? Fuckmate? Companion? They sure as fuck weren't lovers!… but you could be if you wanted to… whispered that evil little voice in his head…
      Wincing as he stood, he glared down at Benten, a vision of white and ivory and rich gold, the yukata loosely draped around him, pale skin reddened in places where Sengoku had been a little rough, hair ruffled, lips swollen - glistening pale cock, the source of so much pleasure, quiescent at his white-furred groin. It was as much as Sengoku could do not to grab the albino and ravish him again. He glowered instead.
      "Don't think you're going to fucking charge me for this."
      Taken aback, Benten regarded him levelly, then smiled coldly.
      "I am entitled to treat myself to a toy every now and then."
      Stung, Sengoku snarled silently.
      "Well fuck you, faggot!"
      Benten pulled the yukata closed and rose, face immobile, gesturing to the door.
      "Goodbye."
      Sengoku shoved his hands into his pockets, wanting to pull Benten to him, terrified for wanting it, desperate to regain some equanimity. Something had changed within him in the last couple of hours, and it frightened him.
      With one last glare, he did the last thing he actually wanted to do - turned and stalked out of the albino's apartment.

And Benten showered and returned to bed, exhausted but sleepless, restless, the image of Sengoku's face, flushed and ecstatic as he came, flickering behind his eyelids…

© 2003 March 29^th Joules Taylor

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