Intruder | By : TestChamber99 Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He wasn't sure what to expect. He sat on the edge of his cot, legs spread, his erection twitching from both anticipation and fear. The man before him had not yet touched him, sitting obediently on his knees, hands on his own thighs, as if waiting for some unspoken order. Eerily, he still wore his eyeband; the one around his mouth had been removed and lay neatly beside him on the tatami mat. Yoshimitsu's lips parted, reflected on what he was going to say, and then closed again. He should call this whole disaster off right now, avoid the inevitable trauma and collapse of his own self and his former rival. Simply, he was not prepared for an encounter of this caliber. He gave a soft groan as his throbbing cock said otherwise. Voldo gave a soft, purring hiss and leaned forward. Evidently that had been his sign. Yoshimitsu winced as the blind-mute's lips drew closer to his skin, jumping a bit as Voldo's cold cheek caressed his inner thigh. “W-wait, wait...” Voldo froze obligingly. A soft breath, almost a sigh of disappointment, rose from his lips, puffing hotly against Yoshi's sensitive flesh. Yoshimitsu was at a complete loss. On the one hand, this was his enemy. The mute had snuck into his room in the middle of the night, stripped him of his robes, and wordlessly demanded that he sit prone. Allowing Voldo to put his mouth on the most vulnerable and prideful part of him was in no way coherent with Yoshimitsu's personal code of survival. On the other hand, there had been that kiss... And Yoshi had admittedly slipped out of his own robes. And Voldo had been oh-so-patient, sitting and eyelessly watching as Yoshimitsu stripped entirely. And now he was paused, breathing heavily against Yoshimitsu's groin. “Gently,” Yoshi hummed. His voice hardened as he added, as an afterthought, “And the gods help thee if I feel any treachery in thy motions.” Voldo nodded slowly then tilted his head as he lay a single sucking kiss at the base of Yoshi's cock. Yoshi immediately gasped, and every instinct in him told him to either flee or kick the hell out of his assailant. Another kiss calmed those voices, and a lap from Voldo's stud-pierced tongue silenced them into complacency. Yoshi's eyes traveled to the mouthstrap that lay on the floor. The bar, capped with two steel balls, that ran through Voldo's tongue had looped into a long ring with an opening at one side, keeping the strap tight across Voldo's mouth. Just a bit of mandibular maneuvering had released it, and as Voldo's tongue once more traveled across the breadth of Yoshi's base, Yoshi wondered at the real reason for the piercing. With a sudden motion that made his rival jump, Yoshimitsu tore off his mask. He had to. His cheeks were reaching incriminating levels of heat, and his shuddering breath made wearing the damn thing simply unbearable. Voldo was not able to see him, anyway; the image of his face would still be kept secret. “I-I apologize. I merely...” Yoshi broke off, taking a few relatively cold gasps of air. Voldo let out a soft hiss, placing one rough but slender hand on Yoshimitsu's thigh. The gentle touch suffered a groan from the ninja but little else. He bit his lip to stifle something quite louder as Voldo's other hand cradled Yoshi's erection. Voldo's tongue, coupled with the shining silver ball, slid slowly up Yoshi's shaft. The guardian did not release one sound as he traveled the length, remaining an obedient vacuum, his fine-tuned ears greedily devouring every pant, gasp, and muffled groan from Yoshi's throat. Upon reaching the tip, Voldo gave another quiet purr, shifting his position just a little. Yoshimitsu noticed a clever smile upon the often-expressionless lips, and his previous fears began to well once more. “Gently,” he reminded. “Gently.” Voldo replied with a soft and deliberate breath, chill against the eager tip. Yoshi choked down another moan, digging his fingers into the sheets of his cot. Spurred by this, letting forth a throaty chuckle, Voldo set his lips upon the hot flesh, slowly allowing his wet tongue to escape. The tip of Voldo's tongue carefully explored, poking into every hardened ridge and valley, ending with a swipe up the subtle slit. With the most silent of moans, Voldo wrapped his lips around the helm and pulled that fraction of Yoshimitsu into his mouth. He froze there, as did Yoshi, both of them savoring the new and dangerous feeling. Yoshimitsu could feel the increase of Voldo's gentle breaths, felt the tips of his tapered fingers twitch along Yoshi's thigh and shaft. The blind-mute was getting excited, and truthfully Yoshimitsu was, too. His hand trembled as he removed it from the bedsheets and placed it gently on Voldo's head. The guardian let out a moan, making his tongue buzz briefly, and leaned into the touch. Yoshi murmured a brief line of prayer, to which Voldo caught his senses enough to let out another chuckle. The mute's tongue slowly started to move, curling as much as it could around the swollen head. The hard bead of metal danced across the flesh, massaging as it went. Yoshi gulped and closed his eyes, feeling them roll back in his head. His shoulders relaxed and his breathing slowed as he concentrated on nothing except the guardian's tongue. The hand that draped on Voldo's head moved in slow, rewarding circles, sending excited shivers from the mute. Voldo suddenly gave a loud moan and moved forward, pulling more of Yoshi's length in his mouth. His breathing became more rapid, and he gulped hard, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Yoshimitsu. The constrictive pressure and soft warmth of his tongue and mouth nearly sent Yoshi over the edge then and there. Despite his earlier promise to muffle any noise, Yoshimitsu let out a sharp “Aah!” That was signal enough for Voldo. Yoshi felt him relax, felt his breathing slow, and finally he drew in a large, readying breath... Yoshimitsu's entire length was suddenly buried within Voldo's mouth and throat. Voldo choked, only for a second, once more constricting the ninja's cock within the warm depths. Then he relaxed entirely, down to his shoulders and arms. His hand that once rested on Yoshimitsu's thigh fell limp, tumbling to the floor. He gave a slight nudge into Yoshimitsu's hand. To Yoshimitsu, the message was clear. The ninja gave an ever-so-slight roll of his hips, and Voldo let out such a moan that it resonated through Yoshimitsu's groin. It was encouragement enough. Yoshi gently coupled both hands on Voldo's head, gently rubbing the mute's scalp. For his part, Voldo stayed still, stayed relaxed... all but his tongue, which lapped and rolled against Yoshimitsu's firm shaft. Yoshi gave another smooth roll of his hips, then another and another, finally forming a rhythm. His fingertips tightened on Voldo's scalp, and he let out a continuous chorus of moans. Voldo's hands seemed to find life once again, and they gripped and massaged Yoshi's thighs encouragingly. A tumult of whimpers and groans came from Voldo's throat. Yoshi could almost hear his words, his one prevailing desire: Please, more. Yoshimitsu readily complied, and the rolls of his hips soon turned to eager thrusts. The whimpers swiftly turned to aggressive growls that shook Yoshimitsu to his core. Every utterance was a throaty purr that vibrated his shaft from tip to base, sending jolts like lighting through Yoshimitsu's groin, up his spine, making his brain hum and tingle with delight. Too soon, it became too much. “I-I'm -” was all Yoshi was able to get out. Voldo suddenly seemed to spring to life, drawing back against the thrusts. The silver ball imbedded in his tongue rubbed nonstop against the underside of Yoshi's cock, traveling with alarming accuracy directly up the sensitive slit of Yoshi's tip and back down again. Fingers dug into Voldo's scalp as Yoshimitsu let out a scream. Warm, delighted moans purred on Voldo's tongue. Yoshi felt him swallow once – twice – three times, a gentle clench on his now-oversensitive tip. Somehow acquiring a shred of humility, Yoshi pulled away, and a swath of his essence ended up spattered on Voldo's cheek. Somewhat stunned, Yoshi watched as Voldo wiped a thumb across the mess on his face, then licked the digit clean with delight, as though it had been sweet honey instead. Somewhat breathless, the mute turned his head up to Yoshimitsu, leaned in, and gave his right knee an affectionate nuzzle. Voldo was a beast. Yoshimitsu had seen him fight, had scars of his own created by this man. When he fought, he put his all into the fight, leaving not one shred of doubt or mercy. Yoshimitsu had thought him incapable of affection. But this... Even tigers love their mates, he thought, smiling as he stroked the mute's cheek. He chuckled again at the thought – this man, of all people, could be his mate? Exhaustion took him quickly, and beyond his control he laid back into the soft blankets of his cot. Voldo rose to his feet, and for a moment doubt shrouded Yoshimitsu's heart. The mute was so much taller, so intimidating now that Yoshi was prone. But as Voldo bent at the waist, scooping up Yoshi's legs and moving him more comfortably onto the cot, Yoshi knew for certain that this man would not hurt him. Not tonight, anyway. Stay,” he cooed as Voldo began to turn away. The mute stared downward for a second, then gave the slight shake of his head. “Please. I swear thy life is in no danger.” Voldo sighed. Without a word, that sigh told Yoshi everything. “I shall keep thee safe from my clan. Thou need not worry about them. And thy master... I sense he hast fled from thee?” A slow nod. "Then thou shalt be as lonely as I tonight.” The mute smiled. He leaned over, fumbling for the edge of the bed. Yoshi pulled the covers up, and Voldo nestled in beside him. Voldo was too tall for the cot's length, but he curled up as best he could, almost instantly wrapping his long arms around Yoshimitsu's waist and pulling him close. On instinct alone, Yoshi resisted, but the comfort of his unusual lover's body quickly calmed him. “I never expected to share thy warmth,” Yoshi muttered before falling asleep. “Thou hast my appreciation for proving otherwise.”
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