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Never Let Go: Chapter One (Free Preview)

Dai is forced to leave high school after his grandfather falls ill. Enlisting the help of Kaito Kane, Dai travels to his family estate to face the past which has haunted him for years.

Dai returns to Japan determined to put his life together and finds himself in the arms a former lover. However, his lover’s desperation to build a family with Dai may have serious consequences which could destroy his friendships forever.

Release date July 4, 2015

Chapter One

Dark, rainy, dreary; the grey clouds weaved and fused together melding into a single mass. The darkness weighed on the body and mind yet he enjoyed the languorous sensuality that threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to sleep to dream to gaze upon the face of the man hovering above him and lick his sweat through the intangible realm of his mind. Just as he surrendered his senses the scratching of the chalk against the board pulled him back into the realm of reality; sitting in a classroom squirming as the uncomfortable sound assaulted his ears.

It was the final year of High School for Dai and Aya and like all students who reached the final months they struggled to determine how to spend the rest of their lives. Each day a time clock ticked the end of pure adolescents into independence and freedom. The rapid ting of the last bell caused an environment of unrest. His long fingers gripped the yellow pencil, attempting to scratch something onto the white piece of paper only to bring the eraser to his sharp lips, time simply wasn’t on his side. For a brief moment Aya thought of everything she and her friends had done together, the fights, the hook ups, and the trouble they’ve found themselves knee deep in from time to time. She looked back on those moments with a mixture of nostalgia and relief: Miki and his gang, Shi’s death, her short lived affair with Tsume, to Dai’s changed behavior. She survived the chaos; and Dai, he had recovered from losing Shi with amazing…albeit dysfunctional grace. He and Rei remained in contact with each other for a while since he departed for Hawaii with the rest of the band but as time wore on the emails arrived later and later, soon neither party bothered. A fitting end despite Dai’s disappointment, he mourned the loss of their friendship, except Tsume’s, whom he personally disliked, he missed them but life moves on. Dai walked the halls with his head held high yet never made too much of a fuss about anything; maintaining a low profile meant losing the reputation as the most talked about ‘slut’ of the school. His hair grew out to his shoulders and the black dye on his front bangs wore off displaying once again his characteristic frontal white streaks.

Slender as always and delicate yet strong. His long fingers, soft hands, and smooth creamy skin offset by his thick dark lashes and black hair aroused her yet she carried with that a lingering resentment of the cruel mocking joke that  Dai matured into just what she liked in a guy.

“What will you do once you graduate?” Sato, the annoying boy from class C approached after turning in his test. Aya tore her eyes from Dai, she couldn’t get away from Sato fast enough. The nerdy boy with his neatly combed brown hair grinned at her ample bosom. Her brown hair was styled into a bob which rounded her face emphasizing her soft round cheeks.

“Stop staring.” Aya warned while getting up and pushing past him to turn in her own paper.

“So are you looking at…him again?” Sato sneered.

His attitude caused Aya to roll her eyes. “And who is him you are referring to?”

“Dai. I didn’t know that was your type.” He followed her too close for comfort. “Since your eyes have been locked on him for a while now.”

Aya laughed a little embarrassed, she didn’t like the guy but she didn’t want everyone in the class watching her stare at her gay best friend. “Have I been that obvious?”

“Nah, I could hardly tell.” Sato teased not hiding the hint of sarcasm. “Besides, isn’t he a fag? You shouldn’t hang out with him. People might start to talk about you.”

Aya rounded on the boy ready to tell him just how much of a scumbag he was when a crowd of students pushed past her. .

“So you wanna hang out after school?” Sato navigated through the wall of bodies.

Aya snorted. “Hell no! I don’t make nice with people who bad mouth my friends.”

Dai stood up to turn in his paper to the teacher. The last student to do so. After he wiped the small bead of sweat from his brow he exited the class and met Aya in the hall.

“That test was difficult.”

“Yeah, I don’t even know if I got half the questions’ right.” Sato agreed leaving both parties behind.

“I had no problems.” Aya pumped her chest outward.

“Of course.” Dai rolled his eyes but with no malice behind it.

“What are you planning on doing after school is over?” Aya asked.

Graduation was only a few months away and everyone had a plan…almost everyone. “I don’t know.” he stammered.”But I’ve been running the shop quite often since my Grandfather became sick.”

“Is he gonna be okay?” She asked worried.

“Yeah, it’s just the flu.”

“Flu? He’s been getting a lot of those lately, hasn’t he?”

Grunge City, home to wannabe rock musicians all over Tokyo. Tony—The American born rocker who founded the place—gave the dingy bar the name because he fell in love with the orange and yellowed speckled walls, the grimy concrete floor, the bullet holes, and knife scrapped red wood and 70’s designed bar but in truth he was either too lazy or too broke to clean the joint up. Shouta wiped down the beat up bar and straightened the rusted and torn red cushioned stools. He rubbed his sore arm muscles before lifting the poop green sofa chair. “Ugh!” he turned his nose away from the scent of raw ass.

The pierced and dyed crew worked hard preparing to open for the late night drinkers and music enthusiasts. The tables and couches—located at the balcony were wiped down and day old peanuts tossed into the center ashtray which served as a holder. Dirty bubblegum, old pieces of fliers and tickets were so fused to the floor that sweeping would do no good. The first band to perform prepared their sound checks. Ein, the twenty-two year old self proclaimed rocker for life shook her wild and stringy blonde hair admiring the pink highlights and clamped on the last of her colorful assortment of bangles. She was a waitress and part time bartender and like most of the saps who ended up with these jobs she just wanted to drink, party all night, and have some fun into the wee hours of the night. The light of day never suited her and she hoped she never reached a point of losing her love affair with the night. She fancied herself a vampire in a past life which she told anyone who remarked about her late night job. She smeared on the black lipstick and slapped on the dark eye liner which contrasted her very pale skin. She bit and chewed on the crackling black nail polish lamenting the damage. She passed the bulletproof glass and when she spotted her favorite target dressed in his customary black Grunge City logo shirt, his blond hair cut short yet still wild.

“Why are you here so early?” she asked Shouta, her favorite target.

“Ya haven’t heard?” He replied. “I’m working double shift to buy a new bike. I crashed the last one.”

“Were you hurt?!”

“I’m still standin’.” he smiled assuring her everything was okay but that didn’t stop her from coming around to the back to wrap her skinny arms around him.

“Why don’t we just fuck and get it over with. I know you like to do girls. Or are you still going gay for the former lead singer of Parasitic Wasp?”

“I’m not gay I’m bi so I’m not goin’ gay for anyone and yeah Dai and I are still together.”

“Ooh! This sucks!” She pouted before giggling and heading to the back to change. “How the hell did you manage to crash your bike anyway?” She yelled from the back. Shouta stood by the changing room door respectfully not entering the co-ed room.

“Some asshole didn’t use a turn signal and ran into me. They clipped the back of my bike and before I knew it I was rolling into the bushes,”

“Wow.” She came out dressed in the bar’s logo T-shirt.

“Anyway, I have some good news today.”

“We’re gonna have sex tonight?” She smiled heading to the bar and pouring herself a drink.

“Ha ha.” Shouta replied. “It’s bigger than that. I’m startin’ my own bar.”

She quickly downed her Zombie Gut Punch and turned giving him a bear hug. “Oh my God! That is so great!”

“Yeah. I’ve been looking up properties online and there’s one I like in Koenji. Come with me to take a look.”

“Of course!” She tossed more ice into the bucket, followed by Vodka, triple sec, bitters, blood orange juice and black cherry soda for good measure not paying attention to measurements. She grabbed a spoon stirring the concoction before pouring the liquid into the glasses, this time, a drink for two. “How would Tony take it?”

“Like I give a shit.” The charismatic pierced and spiky headed boss appeared. “Fix me a drink too. I’m happy you’re thinking about your future, kid.”

“Thanks.” Shouta smiled glad to have his understanding and support. “I want you to know that I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Giving me this job and a place to sleep when things got rough with my dad.”

“No problem.” The older man lifted the red drink allowing the other two to toast.

“I gotta take this.” Shouta broke up the small celebration once his phone vibrated.

“I hate this job.” Kei groaned on the other end.

“Nice to talk to you too.” Shouta said sarcastically.

“Sorry, it’s just that I can’t help it. These old people are driving me crazy, always trying to talk to me!”

“Why don’t you just let me put in a good word with Tony. If he needs another bouncer I can recommend ya.”

“Thanks but I’m stuck here. My dad recommended me and I don’t want to make him look bad.”

“Fuck.”

“More like fuck me.” Kei said sighing. “I should’ve gone into the military.” he said more to himself than Shouta.

“Shit!” Shouta peeked at his watch. “I gotta meet Dai at school.”

Kei grew silent for a moment before speaking. “I still can’t believe it, I mean…with Aya and everything. Then from her to that Maria chick to that Akio guy…” His voice reflected the ‘downward spiral.’

“I’m still me. Nothin’s change.” Shouta stressed.

“I know, it’s just not easy, that’s all.”

“I get it. Besides I don’t know what I had with Akio. Maybe I was just experimenting, but with Dai its different. I guess I can say that with Akio I learned I was bi and that’s okay.” Shouta seemed hesitant to go on. “Sometimes I do think about him, Akio, I mean. I…miss him. Maybe things could had been different if Dai didn’t interfere–”

“Why are you even with Dai if you think he interfered and fucked up your relationship?”

“It ain’t really like that…I love—“

“Alright, no more talk about this!” Kei cut him off not ready to listen to his best friend declare his love for a guy—even if it is Dai.

“I gotta head out anyway.” Shouta hung up and placed his phone in his pocket, Kei could never reach a point of accepting him but he didn’t care. They were friends since elementary school and still friends now and that mattered to him more than his opinion. “Tony, I’m takin’ a break before my second shift.”

“Give your precious Dai a kiss for me.” Ein smooched the air causing Shouta to laugh with delight.

“The kisses will always be from me.”

Aya and Dai passed the rush of the late afternoon crowd. Businessmen piled into the lit bars to unwind, the overcooked girls slopped on their sassy eyesore pink lip stick and raised their pleated skirts. One gushed about a back alley deal scoring the has-been drug CHi for almost nothing. The hooded street thug haggled the price of a pair of panties he sold to washed out sex depraved old men. The lights were dimming and the artificial blast of illumination began to take hold. The night was near.

A pair of hands encircled Dai’s waist squeezing him close to the hard body behind him. He laughed with pleasure; that scent of cigarettes, sweat, and booze which was once unpleasant grew to be a pleasant reminder of his lover’s presence nearby. He turned around and greeted him with a kiss; glances from pedestrians standing outside forced them to part.

“Sorry we gotta walk again today.”

Dai groaned. “When are you gonna get your bike fixed?”

“Tony refused to give me an advance paycheck and I just know that if I start spending the money you gave me it’s just gonna be one big domino effect. So I’m working a double shift to raise the money.”

Since Parasitic Wasp left town the two continued their relationship which bordered between friendship and coupling. Although their relationship was no secret they decided it was best to not flaunt it for various reasons: Aya was dealing with her own problems concerning her feelings for Tsume, and Kei simply didn’t want to hear it, and also Dai had enough of people spreading rumors about him and didn’t want to create anymore stirs. Eventually the time came to stop hiding, the love they felt for each other was plain to anyone witnessing their daily interactions and now they hid nothing from anyone. After walking Aya home the boys continued their trek toward Shouta’s apartment; the touch of each other’s skin, one smooth and the other rough, their individual scents one sweet and the other filled the nightlife; each passing graze only served to stoke the flames of their desire for one another.

“Let’s go out tonight.” Shouta suggested maintaining a cool head.

“Where?”

“Hm, there’s this new Mexican restaurant that opened up near my apartment, we can go there.”

“Won’t you be late for work?”

“Ah shit!”

“It’s okay. Why don’t we skip lunch and head back to your apartment before you go back to work.”

“I like the sound of that.” Shouta wrapped his arms around Dai and the two continued on toward the dirty mid-sized apartment buildings surrounding the city center. None of them were particularly grand, just apartments designed for college students or entry level salary men. One could look up from the rooftops and see the sky high apartments and penthouses lighting up the night like stars in the sky. Shouta was always so embarrassed whenever he brought Dai there but what could he do? It was the only home he had and he wasn’t going to spend the money Dai gave him buying a new apartment then go broke working some minimum wage job.

Once inside he tossed the various food containers and newspapers from the small dining table and placed the used boxes in the trash. The little studio apartment housed a small kitchen and the bathroom was the only other real separate space inside, the living area contained a full sized bed and a small dining area; a small table and two chairs leaving no room for privacy.

“As you can see I don’t have a maid.” He embarrassingly laughed.

Dai placed his arms around his lover’s neck. “Well, I didn’t get with you for your abilities to clean.” Dai sat on the bed seductively opening and closing his legs, waiting for Shouta’s response. When he approached Dai scooted back until he sat in the middle and Shouta positioned himself on his knees between his lover’s legs. He unbuckled Dai’s pants in a rush to get to what he wanted most. Shouta’s Grunge City T-shirt flew across the dirty apartment floor. Dai fixed his eyes on Shouta’s firm chest and strong arms before planting a kiss on his lips.

Their tongues tangled as their mutual erections pressed against each other, they both worked frantically to remove their clothes. Once they were naked Shouta lifted Dai’s legs to enter him quickly until Dai placed his hand on his chest, stopping him.

“You’re forgetting something.” Dai teased.

Shouta groaned in frustration and rolled off the bed backwards. His naked ass shifting with each movement toward the bathroom. He returned with just what he needed.

His weight pressed on the bed. He worked the condom onto his shaft, sliding the flimsy rubber up the length. His breath was hot and haggard on the nape of Dai’s neck as he teased the slow yielding entrance.

Shouta’s breath hitched. “Oh Dai!”

Dai lifted himself and moved into a doggy position. He barked and growled at Shouta, who gave him a hard look before crawling over to mount him. He entered Dai from behind, holding on to his hips as he used them to bury his cock as deep as he could. He kept up the same pace as before until he shuttered. He released him. Dai laid back with his member very much alive. Shouta quickly took him in his mouth…

Dai arrived at the shop enjoying the scent of the nearby falafel stand, his mouth watered for a taste of succulent lamb and roasted herbs–he searched his pockets for his money when he noticed the curtains bellowing from his Grandfather’s window. He entered from the back door forgoing the meal and headed to his grandfather’s room where he found elderly man laying in bed, the sheets stained with sweat. This was not the first time he had discovered him in this state it seemed that lately there was nothing that could soothe the slender man or help him conquer his ailments. Dai feared the worst but he pushed the morbid thoughts from his mind. “Grandpa! Are you okay?” He checked his temperature as Benjirou laid there moaning and shivering. “You’re running a terrible fever! I’ll go and call for help!”

“No! don’t!” the old man breathed deeply, a few wisps of grey hair clung to his face. “Just give me a cold wet towel.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.

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Descendants Of Darkness: Chapter Five

Chapter 5

It was 3:00 a.m. when I opened my crusted eyes and gazed at the nearby clock radio, the room was pitched black and I stared at the empty walls and felt a little weird sleeping in a bed that was not my own. I pulled back the sheets, slipped out of bed, and headed softly upstairs to go to the bathroom when the bluish hue of the moonlight streaming through the large window struck my eyes and Frederic standing in front, curtains completely opened, naked and strong, and basking in the light that bathed his body. His arms folded once again and he seemed to be entranced as he gazed out the window straight ahead. Although, I had no idea of what he could see from his window except the concrete walls of the adjacent building I did not know.

My mind flashed to the night I saw my father basking in the glow of the moon, his hands raised in mad abandon as he bayed at the full moon above.

“Luc, what is your dream?” Frederic suddenly asked, never turning his gaze from the scene outside the window. Taken aback by the sudden question I replied.

“I want to write music.”

“Ah, that’s a good dream.” He simply said.

“I came up to go to the bathroom.” I awkwardly said not knowing what else to say during this situation.

He nodded briefly and I took my leave tearing my eyes off him.

The next morning I was awoken to Frederic yanking me from the bed and when I opened my blue eyes his golden pair stared down at me and he tilted his head in that same curious fashion. Never much of a morning person I raised my head and plopped it back down onto the pillow, my body felt achingly stiff and the sleep hadn’t washed completely over me. That did not stop him from pulling me from the bed as if I weighed nothing.

“Get ready. I’m taking you out for the day.” He said with a cheeky expression plastered on his face.

“Survival?” I yawned wiping the sleep from my eyes.

My ears rung with his laughter.

“No. Just a relaxing day of hanging out. Trust me.” He winked.

Once I was cleaned up and ready to go we rushed from the house, or more like Frederic rushed from the house dragging me along for the ride. We ran through the narrow maze of the stone streets until we reached a wide city road, then we stopped. I placed both hands on my knees and panted looking up at the tall man in front of me who seemed to smile at my predicament.

“I thought you would have been able to keep up. I’m sorry about that.” He grinned a perfect row of teeth.

“No problem.” I breathed standing tall swallowing my spit to relieve my parched throat.

“I don’t think I would ever remember my way out of there.” I said talking about the narrow streets.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

He waited a few moments before asking me if I was okay enough to continue and I nodded telling him that I was. I looked at the tower of a man once again, strong arms, and chest that looked perfect in his black tank top, he wore loose brown jeans and I noted the large buckle of his wide black belt, and the various chains and leather roped trinkets that hung from his neck. I gazed once again at his wild brown hair and the chain earring that hung from his left ear now. ‘I wonder how old he is?’ I thought comparing him to my own slender body. Thinking that I looked far too much like a young boy to be just nineteen years old.

He held out his hand for me to take and when I did we rushed once again down the streets, passing the people as they went along with their daily lives, I felt somewhat embarrassed, believing that we were too noticeable when I saw some people look back at us running past them. We soon crossed the street and to my dread we entered another constricted side street before stopping at a high tapered light beige building with a skinny brown double door.

“This is it.” Frederic smiled looking up at the sign above the door that read. “Museo dei giovani artisti” (Museum of Young Artists)

“What is this place?” I asked curious as to why we had to run all the way here.

“Since you have an appreciation for art I figured I’ll start your day off by showing you this.”

He grabbed my hand and led me inside.

“Frederic! You’re late again!” A tall, blonde, beautiful woman marched to the door as he stepped into the simple large gallery.

“I know, I know. I over slept.” He smiled wolfishly at her.

She sighed and grinned along before her yellowish eyes sat on me. “So who is this?” She tossed me a cunning smirk and I immediately looked to Frederic.

“Off limits. That’s all you need to know.”

“Fine fine…you see that man over there?” She pulled him close to her changing the conversation as if I wasn’t there. “Go woo him. He’s looking at that broken vase picture you took. I’ll keep your friend company.”

Frederic groaned. “All right, just be nice.” He said before walking away.

I looked into her amber eyes and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of confusion. I had no idea what was going on and her aura felt so familiar like…Henri. As though she was beyond the conventional perceptions of reality. I did not feel as if I had any say so in anything that was happening right now. I glanced about the room at the various paintings, model busts, and photographic art hanging from the plain off white walls—the dark wood floors that shined with a high gloss and then up toward the second floor that housed more works of art. I tried to gain some sort of hold over the situation. I am Luc Jon Baptiste, I am nineteen years old, I escaped from my estate to Venice, and I spent the first night away from home in the apartment of a man named Frederic. I am now standing inside of this art museum and now this woman is speaking to me. I closed my eyes not really listening to a word that was coming from her mouth.

The woman laughed and it sounded like bells ringing, I did not even know what that meant.

“Are you all right?” She asked placing her hand on my shoulder, and I remembered not wanting her to touch me. I backed away slowly, almost ready to bolt if she approached further when Frederic gripped her pulling her back and stepping in front of me, grabbing me and asking me if I was all right.

“I think so.” I breathed my mind a cloudy mess.

“We can go if you want?” He asked, his thick brows furrowing in a perfect state of worry.

“No.” I answer not wanting to be a burden.

“Okay, we’re not gonna stay long. I just wanted to show you this one thing.” He seemed to assure me.

He wrapped his arm around the small of my back and guided me upstairs. We walked past several pieces until we came face-to-face with a large mural painting of an androgynous person with their body shrouded with a thin black silky fabric, the background looked like a forest area and the large tree stump the person was perched on might as well had been a stage. I couldn’t resist placing my fingers onto the painting, feeling the soft strokes beneath my fingers.

When I looked closely I noticed that one of the legs was a bloody stump and in the background was a wolf devouring the leg in its large mouth.

“Did you do this?” I asked noting the signature.

“Yes.” He smiled. “You like it?”

“Yes.” I replied in awe. “Do you have a name for it?”

“Yeah, I call it Hell’s Maiden.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He looked at me as I looked at the painting. “Now that I showed you something I’m proud of you have to show me some of your music, think of it as a pact between us.”

I laughed. “You know, I talk big about wanting to write music but I’ve only written a few songs and I don’t know if anyone would buy them.” I blushed.

“I believe in you.” He smiled.

“Thanks.” I softly replied.

We strolled out the gallery and spent the rest of the day with Frederic leading me around the city of Rome. We walked the long stretch of Piazza Navona and people watched and admired the extravagance of the Baroque architecture, grabbed a bite to eat at one of the local pizzerias, and ate Gelato. My head was no longer cloudy—in fact I felt as clear as the blue sky and safer with him than with anyone else in this world.

“Take my hand, let’s go.” Frederic suddenly demanded and feeling a small patch of hair rise on the back of my neck my heart skipped a beat I felt something dangerous nearby but I had no idea what it was, just a stalking presence of a beast with evil intent. We ran through the streets once more and this time it was no race. I heard the loping sounds of feet galloping nearer and nearer and as if a mirage it was gone. We turned fast down a long alley and Frederic finally stopped yet he kept as firm grip on my hand as if afraid he would lose me. I was not used to this activity and I couldn’t help leaning against the large green trash bin to relax. I tried to swallow but my throat was parched.

“I knew it was you.” A man slithered like a snake as he spoke. He approached from the darkness ahead and kneeled low before us. I could see the vein pulsating along Frederic’s arm and his grip tightened. “I can smell that it is you.” He looked up with black pooling eyes in pure reverence to me.

“Leave here Luc. Head back home.”

“Uh…is it okay for me to just leave you here?”

“Yeah. I’ll be okay.”

He let me go and although I had not the vaguest idea as to how to reach the apartment I decided that it would be best to leave and try.

Descendants of Darkness: Chapter Four

Rome, a city I had read so much about but never set foot in. I realize now this was how it was for many people living outside the country. The taxi zipped through the cobble stone streets, passing a long stretch of parked motor scooters, passing classical buildings, and architecture I had never seen before that seemed to border on the divine. At the stops, I watched the colorful people mingle at shops, cafés, and even on the pavement, the old and the young walking the streets and moving along with their daily lives. I smiled thinking of how much I wanted to do these things, to leave this car and join them on the streets, wishing that I were an everyday resident.

The taxi dropped us off in front of a building not far from Piazza Navona and we walked through the stone streets passing several quaint little outdoor cafés. He led me down the narrow cobble street way and I was already falling in love with the sights of the busy residents, the scent of the food cooking and served to the outdoor patrons seated against the beige brick walls of the restaurant, which was adjacent to the long row of parked scooters and small European cars. I even fell in love with the feel of the stone pavement beneath my feet as I took each step toward my new life. We reached a large dark green double door to a medium sized rust colored and beautifully worn building. Frederic opened the door and led the way inside.

Without saying a word, he led me through the large foyer that housed multiple doors to different apartments to the thick brown wooden door unlocking it and stepping aside allowing me to enter first. Once inside he sat my case at the door and proceeded to give me a tour. This place was certainly smaller than the enormous home I was used to living in, I looked around and was immediately crestfallen.

‘Will I ever get used to this?’

“They call this place a two sleeper.” Frederic explained as he took me from the tiny light yellow painted kitchen that housed a small white refrigerator that was no taller than to his chest. A small cabinet sink with only enough room for a dish rack, a stove, and a wall mounted cabinet stocked with dishes on one side and dry foods on the other. He then led me across the light brown tiled floor to the small living room area. “But that’s only because of the sofa bed in the living room here.” He finished pointing to the small white couch facing a small table and two chairs. “That’s the dining room.” He then pointed toward the small black table and chair set adjacent to the couch.

There was nothing here but the mentioned sofa bed and table set, an old wooden lamp that sat on top of a brown end table next to the perfect square window in the room, the walls were a plain but neat cream color and the ceiling was beige and monotone, yet very warm. The only item in there that stood out the most was the large covered painting.

“There’s only one furnace in this place so expect to share when it gets cold.” He informed me and my eyes followed his to the large metal furnace connected to the wall.

He soon led me up the stairs that connected directly to his messy bedroom. “Of course this is my room, and this is the toilet area.” He walked along the beige wall which led to a room with no door and inside was a blue and white spotted tile design that literary took over the entire room, over powering the simple white European toilet and sink. The pattern was so extreme I had to look hard through the eye-assaulting motif to find the tub that held the same pattern and connected to the wall at the very back.

I didn’t think I was able to hide the displeasure of staying in such a small house, with such a small tub, off the wall color scheme, and bare minimum furniture because soon Frederic was looking at me with his thick brow furrowed in anger. “Something wrong?” He asked in a voice slightly touched with heat.

“Uh, nothing!” I quickly piped up.

“It isn’t the greatest accommodations.” He crossed his arms defiantly, walked toward his unmade bed, and plopped on top of it sending the papers piled on top of it flying to the floor. “But I like it here.”

“Well…”

“I know it doesn’t leave much room for privacy, but we’re both guys right? I don’t care if I see you coming in and out of the bathroom naked.” He shrugged.

“Well…”

“And it doesn’t bother me if I can come right downstairs and see you snoozing on the couch with drool and snot pouring out of your body.” He crossed his arms again and smirked.

“Hey!”

“Nope, that doesn’t bother me at all…so it shouldn’t bother you.” He then looked hard at me.

“It doesn’t! Everything is fine! I love it!” For some reason I felt eager to prove to him I could handle it.

He laughed. “Well then consider this your home for as long as you like.” He sat up and patted a spot on the blue flower designed comforter for me to sit. I walked across the dark wood floor and took a seat on the soft plush fabric. I noticed that the ceiling and a part of the wall was the same dark wood paneling as the floor, I also noticed that the papers that fell onto the floor were actually photographs. I picked up one and saw that it was of a falling star captured perfectly as it streaked the nighttime sky.

“Do you like it?” Frederic asked as he saw me smile.

“It’s beautiful.” I replied feeling the swell in my heart.

“I went to my spot and sat on top of the roof for hours in the freezing cold just to get it.”

“It must have been worth it. This picture certainly proves it.”

“It’s garbage.” He said coldly as he took the picture from me and tore it in half. Before I could protest, he was at the stairs walking down. I quickly followed him down the stairs, stopped at the doorway of the kitchen watching him as he opened the small refrigerator and pulled out two beers, and handed me one.

“Why would you say that, it was beautiful and you obviously worked very hard to take it, it must have been important to you.” I finally managed to get out.

“Yeah well tell that to my…relatives. They think it’s a waste of time. I’m starting to believe them.” He took a drink walking pass me and sat at the small dining table in the narrow space of the living room. I looked across the room and once again, my eyes travel to the easel with a covered painting attached, it seemed so out of place in the small room.

The only exposure to art I had ever had besides the paintings Henri acquired over the years and the paintings of my ancestors was the ones in my art history books. I was excited to compare his work so I walked over to inspect it.

“Don’t touch it!” Frederic suddenly yelled.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not done and I don’t like a person looking at something that’s unfinished.” He explained calming down.

He stood up and passed me as he walked toward the painting grabbing it and the easel. “I guess this area is no longer completely mine, I’ll move it upstairs.” He mumbled as he soon disappeared upstairs. I began to feel as if I was invading on his personal space. ‘Maybe he just felt bad for me.’ I thought. I figured that I should try to leave gracefully; the last thing I wanted was to impose.

“Sorry about that.” He came down the stairs and walked over to the table to take another drink of his beer. “I can get moody, but ignore it.” He smiled. His smile was so infectious I could not help but smile with him.

“Frederic can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.” He took a swig of his drink and sat the bottle down.

“Will you promise not to give up on your dreams?”

He tilted his head in that same curious fashion as before.

I continued. “You see if you’re working hard for your dreams it would inspire me to work hard on mine.”

He laughed and took another drink from his bottle and stared at green colored glass for a long moment. “Fine, I think I might like you Luc, and that’s saying a lot because I don’t really like anyone.”

Later that evening Frederic handed me several sheets and two soft pillows and my mind travelled back to what he told me on the train ride here, about him wanting to know the person he was staying with and I was suddenly struck with a deep sense of guilt over lying to him before. I wanted to be as honest with him as I could.

Before he headed upstairs, I stopped him. “Um, Frederic…” I fidgeted. “The truth is that I’ve never left home.

Everything that is happening to me is new. I just didn’t want you to know. I do have quite of bit of money on me. I’ll gladly pay you for housing me tonight and first thing tomorrow I will leave to find my own accommodations.” I explained taking in a deep breath feeling relieved at getting it all off my chest.

“Wow. I guess that is a bit of a problem.” He said rubbing his chin. “I guess that means you have to stay here for good, or at least until you get used to being around here.”

“But what about…having to know everything? I don’t think I can tell you the entire circumstances surrounding that.” I explained near pleading with him to understand.

“Hey, I never wanted to hear your entire autobiography. I just wanted to gauge whether or not you’ll strangle me in my sleep.” He smiled folding his arms across his chest. “Listen, have you ever heard the expression, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“Uh, no.” I shook my head for emphasis.

“Well it means that when something good is happening to you it’s better to not question it or some shit like that.” He scratched his chest and sighed. “You’re lucky to have met me. I’m a premiere guide to surviving on my own, and I know my way around Rome well enough. So hang with me.”

“You really mean it?!” I knew my eyes lit up with joy. I was scared that he would agree to my request and turn me away. The last thing I ever wanted was to be a burden on him but I did not want to be alone. Not after finding someone to talk to, and the fact that he was willing to help me, and did not pass judgment on me for the small piece of information I shared with him relieved my heavy heart.

“No problem.” He answered heading upstairs.

Descendants of Darkness: Chapter Three

Henri was fast asleep and although I was exhausted to the point of collapse, I set out to accomplish my goal. I crawled out of bed and grabbed the first change of clothes I could find; now dressed. I grabbed an old suitcase that belonged to my father and began to seize any item of clothing I could stuff into it. I was scared that any noise I made could wake Henri and I did not know if I could resist him if he truly put his foot down.

Finished with the task I took a last look at the man who raised me, took care of me, and loved me in only the way he could and I walked out the door. I snuck past the various servants as they went about their daily tasks and made it down the large hall to the front door. I tugged on the handle but it would not budge. I soon heard the tapping feet of one of the maids and I quickly hid in a darkened corner. She opened the front door to sweep the outside doorway. I wanted to push past her to make my escape but too frightened, sweating bullets, and hating my own weakness I chose not to take the chance. She finished and she entered the house once again and walked down the hall. However, surprising enough I did not see her unlock or lock the door. Maybe there was some trick to it, I thought. I went back to the door but sure enough, it would not open.

I had to find another way out before Henri woke up! I ran to the parlor to find any window that could open for me until a servant entered, an old woman dressed in a black and white uniform. Her baggy eyes bore down on me then to the case in my hand, which soon slipped from my sweaty fingers out of shock. I held my breath waiting for her to cry out but she calmly stepped back and closed the door.

‘This is it!’

She would tell Henri and he would stop me. This was my only chance!

I convinced myself that if I just got outside everything would be fine, I would get away, and everything would be all right.

I grabbed my case and ran into the same sitting room I spent most of my childhood. I remembered the glass doors.

‘Surely one would open for me.’ I frantically thought running through the estate with my case gripped tightly in my sweating hands. I heard other footsteps and whispers throughout the walls of the house and suddenly my body gripped with a sense of fright. For the first time I felt as if multiple eyes watched me from every angle. I stared at the various paintings of my forefathers lining the walls of the sitting room including the portrait of my father.

‘Wait. My father’s painting was not placed there until after his death!’ I thought clutching my chest and falling to my knees.

It seemed as if a terrible foreboding was weighting me down, I must get away now!

I grabbed every chair I could and pressed it against the door. I soon heard footsteps moving quickly toward the door, I did not want anyone coming in. I wedged a chair into the knobs. I then pushed a table to the door to hold it steady.

‘This should slow them.’

The servants pounded frantically on the door but none of them said a single word to me, it suddenly occurred to me that they had never spoken a word to me since they were hired. Not even to Henri as he dished his various commands.

I looked out the long glass doors and saw my salvation in the form of the 17th century ship used for ferrying the servants on and off the island.

‘My freedom is just a few feet away!’

I grabbed a leftover chair and slammed it into the glass, but it bounced off the moment it made contact. I hold of the small latch hoping to turn it but it would not open.

‘Why won’t you open for me?’ I screamed in my mind as I kicked and beat on the glass futility to break it to now taking my frustrations out on it.

The whispers came again, through the walls and all around me and I quickly looked to the paintings that seemed to be burrowing into me tracking my movements.

‘No need to think about that!’ I sighed in my mind. ‘Wait! The piano could do it!’ I soon realized.

In my frantic dash for the piano, I did not notice that the banging on the door had long ceased. I hook the case around my chest not wanting to waste any time going back for it, I stood behind the piano and positioned it toward the glass.

A loud bash cracked the wooden door nearly in half causing me to jump at the sudden blast of sound. I pushed with all my strength crashing the piano through the glass and onto the wet pavement. When the door burst open I felt an ominous presence glide toward me, but I never looked back to see what it could be because I was climbing over the piano as fast as my limbs could carry me and soon I was out the window. I looked back to see a shadowy figure draped in black cloth float back into the room.

I deeply breathed in the cool air and looked up at the cloudy sky, outside for the first time in my life, ‘outside and free!’ I picked up the grass and held it in my hands for the first time, damp from the rain. I looked up at my estate for the first time and realized how monstrous it looked from my angle.

I turned and ran to the dock where the ship waited, I have never sailed before, but I was willing to try anything at that point. However, before I could cross the plank an old man popped his head from a few crates squinting and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He must have been the man who commanded the ship that brought the servants to and from the island.

“Take me to the mainland!” I demand hoping that some authority would make this go a lot easier.

The servant diverted his dark eyes looking over my head; I followed his gaze and saw Henri peering at me from the bedroom window. He appeared to smirk as he moved away from the window and I was full of dread that I was going to be dragged back inside whether I liked it or not. In a state of panic I flung myself into the freezing cold waves and tried to swim away, the only problem was that I could not swim and I soon found myself sinking beneath the waves.

When I came up for air kicking my legs frantically Henri caught me and tossed me back to shore. “You insufferable little whelp!” Henri berated, his finely sculpted face contorted with anger. All I could do was weep as my dreams of living in the world dashed before my eyes.

“Do you really want to leave here so badly?” I heard Henri’s voice tremble slightly and he soon looked to suffer, some deep suffering I could not begin to calculate. However, I was young then and am now and all I could think about was what I wanted. When you are young, you think you have all the time in the world to understand something.

After a long silence he finally spoke. “Prepare the ship.” He said in a monotone voice and walked away. I instantly board and waited for all of the preparations to finish. I could not believe that I was really leaving.

Thirty minutes later Henri was seen again still with the bed sheets covering his dignity and a suitcase in hand. I stood up to protest, I did not want him to come with me, but I could not find the words to say so. Still even if he came, I would still be away from that house and that was all I truly wanted.

“Take this case, it has money and contact information, you can reach me anytime.” He threw the case onboard and walked away. I wanted to call out to him, I had so much I wanted to say and I did not want it to end this way, but I did not and he was gone back inside.

Watching the island vanish little by little until it was a mere speck of land I finally had time to soak in the glory of being out in the open enjoying the wind caressing my skin, I did not even mind that with every blow a chill swept over my entire body. My clothes clung tightly to my flesh like a second skin, and yet I did not even mind that.

Just as the cloudy weather ceased and a few golden rays of the sun began to stream through the thickness I saw land up ahead. I rush to the front of the ship to gaze and I sat there just waiting to touch land.

We docked in a small town of canal-lined Venice in front of the Piazza San and the first thing that struck me to the core was the array of smaller boats crowding the docks and the various buildings lined up.

‘I can’t believe people actually live and work in those buildings on the water.’

I stared at the multicolored stone buildings and skyline in awe, practically drinking in the sights alone. The waves rising and falling on the sandy beach, rocking the boats slightly along the docks, the gold rays of the sun beating down and reflecting upon the water I breathed in the sweet aroma of this place as if I could smell the sun, saltwater, and sand.

Once the boatman set up the bridge, I exited the ship with my cases and it did not take long for the man to draw the bridge to sail back as if I would somehow change my mind and return.

‘As if that would ever happen!’

I took in another a deep breath. ‘This is it! I am truly on my own.’

I walked along the narrow docks, my body trembled slightly from seeing the crowd of people ahead. All walking by and enjoying their lives, the men and women with what looked like heavy pack son their backs reading small language books, the smell of fresh coffee and baking bread from the cafés nearby I was so in awe, so overwhelmed, and so nervous at the same time. I constantly reminded myself of my desire to never to return to that house, this was what I wanted. I sat my bags down and looked around to see what my next move should be. This time the sun was shining completely, I stared at the white, and beige buildings intermingling with the trees, I could not help but smile.

I walked along the docks, following the wooden planks until I finally joined the hustle of the city, as the now perfect weather was some sort of alarm that alerted everyone to come out and play. I stopped in the back of a building.

‘So hungry, so tired.’ I’m hardly built with muscle and the case Henri gave me was weighing me down. ‘I have to see what is in it.’

I opened the case, saw more clothes, and under that was paper currency stacked and labeled by total amounts of each bundle. There was also a note inside.

‘Luc,

This is Euro as you have learned in our lessons. Do not show the contents of this case to anyone.

Henri’

I quickly put everything back and closed the case looking around to make sure no one saw me. At least at the time I was sure no one had seen me, but I was wrong. I wandered around the small town admiring the lovely mix of fashionable modern style to urban graffiti and back again to old world charm and as I continued my journey a man bumped hard into me, I felt the weight leave my hand and he was running off with my case!

“Stop!” I yelled as I ran after him. “Please someone stop that man!” I yelled to the pedestrians in the courtyard.

Already tired from walking the courtyards for what felt like hours there was no way I could catch up to him as he zipped through the small niches avoiding the dead ends leading to the canals. Before I knew it a tall and well-built man had grabbed the thief and slammed him hard onto the stairs leading to the gondolas. I finally caught up to the scene catching my breath and feeling the drops of sweat roll down my cheek.

“Hey is this yours?” The man asked holding out my case to me.

“Yes, thank you so much.” I took it and breathed a sigh of relief.

He pinned the thief with one hand, the muscles bulged from his arm as if his tissues put forth every effort to secure him in place. However, he himself looked as if not a single taxing breath escaped his lips. He smiled at the man and released him, and as the would-be thief scurried off, stumbling into pedestrians along the way, the man extended his large hand to me, and I replied in kind.

“My name is Frederic.” He said speaking in Italian.

“I’m sorry I only speak French and a little English.” I replied embarrassed that I have live in this country for so long and only knew the bare minimal of the language.

“Ah no problem, I’m French too.” He grinned widely.

“That’s great! My name is Luc!”

This was the first time I had met Frederic, he was much taller, no taller than 188cm (6ft 2in), with wild brown hair and long strong arms that carried a dusting of brown hair over them. His white tank top revealed his broad shoulders and his black jeans had a large brown belt that wrapped around his waist. However, the one thing that stood out the most for me was his fierce wolfish golden eyes and features. He looked as if he had his own emotional battle scars, or at least someone who was a deep thinker despite his rough appearance.

He looked me up and down as if he was taking his measure of me then smiled a perfect row of teeth.

“So did you just get here?” His head tilted curiously.

“Yes, so far I was looking around and I guess I was the perfect target.”

“You gotta watch your back here; tourists mistake this place for being safe because they see the beautiful beaches and landscapes, but don’t let that fool you.”

“I’m not a tourist!” I exclaimed and to this day, I do not know why it offended me to lump together with tourist.

“Oh” he dragged out and smiled almost mockingly.

I suddenly diverted my eyes from his. “Yeah, I was just looking around, that’s all, and I live here.”

“I see. Then sorry I was mistaken.” He said walking off.

“Wait!” I quickly called out to him.

He stopped and turned slightly.

“Well, I was wondering if you knew where I could stay for the evening?”

“Stay for the evening?” he repeated my tone. “Did you really grow up around here?”

“Yes, why?” I said a little heated.

He chuckled before he turned around completely and grabbed my case.

“Hey!” I yelled not knowing what he was thinking.

“Follow me. I’m catching a train to Rome soon. I have an apartment there. If you want you can stay with me.” He said entering the water taxi he had leapt to nonchalantly with my bags in hand. I soon followed not knowing what else to do and because he had my only lifeline in the outside world.

The scent of the summer harbor filled me with excitement cementing my escape from that island. The chattering of the crowd and the busy waterway was just too much to take in. Who knew that such a marvelous city lay at my doorstep? We reached the Venezia Santa Lucia station and I was instantly entranced once again with the high contrasting features between classical beauty and grunge roughness of the modern era. The dark graffiti sprayed across the walls of a small nearby building were signs of slight decaying but overall the history of the city shone through in all its glory.

I could smell the scent of the oil and gas, even that was so sweet, and earthy I wanted to suck in deeper and deeper until my head explode. Frederic paused when he realized I was not behind him as I had stopped to gaze at the metal tracks below. “Hey! Don’t wander too far unless you want to get killed.” He shouted.

I heeded his warning by deciding it would be best to stay as close to him as possible. When I think back on that moment, I wonder what I looked like to him. Probably a stupid bumbling child who did not know any better, perhaps? But then again there was so much I did not know!

He paid for the tickets, and we boarded, and as I said, I stayed as close to him as possible, allowing him to lead me to the back of the dirty and extremely narrow train car to our uncomfortable ragged and worn seats. The tall man gestured for me to take the window seat and I could not help but look around at the nonsense markings covering the walls, windows, and even the scarred and scraped flooring of the this place. The seats looked obviously outdated, worn, rusted, and near its breaking point and the slight padding of the seats split from the dark blue retro designed fabric. Frederic looked at the seats for a long moment and back to me as I stood there in perfect hesitation.

‘What is that?’ I thought looking at the greenish-crusted stain embedded in the marked up seat.

Noticing my apprehension, he reached over toward the window side, took up an old yellowing and crinkled newspaper, and spread it out. I breathed deep and sat down ignoring the odd odor emanating from the seats that surely were not the scent of gas and oil.

Once we sat a grumpy old woman stared daggers at me while taking her seat in the far back where the lights dimmed slightly more than the rest. The train journeyed across the countryside and I stared wild eyed out the scribbled up window using my eyes as some sort of video recorder capturing every piece of landscaping in sight.

“So where are you really from?” Frederic inquired as he squeezed next to me and once again, I felt his eyes on me, taking his measure of me. It was as if he was trying to figure something out about me and I suddenly felt like drawing up and placing a barrier around myself.

“I told you, here.” I simply stated.

“Which part?”

“Uh, an island.”

“Ah, how often do you come to the mainland?”

“Not often I guess.”

“You guess? Don’t you know?” His brow knitted as he looked at me.

I really wanted this conversation to end but he was nice enough to let me stay in his home, and pay for my ticket, although I was beginning to think even that was a bad decision and furthermore I never ask to stay with him now that I think about it.

“I lived on the island my entire life.” I said solemnly.

He seemed to nod his head in understanding and a silence fell over him, as he appeared to be in deep thought. I soon turned my head, looking out the window once more listening to the clacking sounds of the train rushing along the tracks.

An hour passed before we arrived in Rome and as we stepped off the train he finally handed my suitcase to me and I followed him like a baby chick as he walked to a taxi stand and waited for the white car to pick us up.

“Listen, I don’t mean any harm. It’s just that I like to know a bit about someone who’s going to be staying at my house, you know?” He finally said after the long silence.

“Oh I understand.” ‘So this is normal.’ I thought.

Character Bio: Aya Shimoda

(No Pic available) Full Name: Aya Shimoda

Gender: Female

Eye color: Brown

Hair: Brown

Height: 5 ft 5 in.

Weight: 105 lbs

Age: 16 (At the start of the series)

Blood type: B

Born: December 20

Bio: Like Kei she also comes from a typical family, she is sweet and strong, and she values her friends most of all. Her dream is to study dance in America and she’s willing to do anything to make it a reality.  Aya befriended Dai when he came to Japan a few years ago. Because of their close friendship Dai developed a small crush on her once. Feelings she did not return.

**I plan to commission a pic of Aya for the last book.**

Character Bio: Kei Ootsuki

Full Name: Kei Ootsuki

Gender: Male

Eye color: Brown

Hair: Reddish Brown

Height: 6 ft 1 in.

Weight: 148 lbs

Age: 16 (At the start of the series)

Blood type: B-

Born: July 4

Bio: Born to a typical military Japanese family, he believes in honor, loyalty, and protecting the people he loves. His dreams are to settle down, join the army, and have everything a normal person is supposed to have, but things are never that simple.

Kei is also Shouta’s BFF. He knew more about Shouta’s troubles at home than anyone else and always provided a place for him to sleep when his father abused him.

Character Bio: Shouta Sekiguchi

Full Name: Shouta Sekiguchi
Gender: Male
Eye color: Blue-green
Hair: Blond
Height: 6 ft 0 in.
Weight: 140 lbs
Age: 17 (at the start of the series)
Blood type: O+
Born: April 6

Bio: A born street hood with a neglectful mother and abusive father.  Shouta spent most of his time taking care of his drunk father while living in the ‘hood. Long time friends with Kei.

**Note: His birthday is the same day as my dog Faison, who passed away. Just a small tribute to him.**

Descendents of Darkness- Chapter Two

**Warning: Contains M/M sexual content.**

Chapter Two

Before I begin with the past, allow me to describe myself presently. I am nineteen years old and I am one hundred and seventy five centimeters, which is roughly five feet and nine inches in height. I am slender of build with short black hair coming slightly to my eyes. I have dark blue eyes, pale-skin, and I wear light silver glasses. Although I am French as my father before me, I have spent my entire life living in this house on an island near Venice. It is a very small island and I am its only resident besides my butler Henri who lives here with me. I also have other servants who travel back and forth. Despite the many servants who attend me, my one true desire has always been to escape. However, I now understand how completely naïve I was back then. A part of me believes that if I had known how everything would turn out I probably would have just stayed here and never entertained the notion of moving out on my own. The other part of me believes that through my experiences I have become much stronger than any other before me, but before I delve into myself and my situation presently it’s always better to begin at the beginning.

My father died when I was only ten leaving me as the sole heir to his vast fortune, of course, you would think that I would be some sort of jetsetter who travels the world and enjoys all of its pleasures but that was not my life at all. Since the day I was born I have never left home; I have never even left this house. I have never felt the ocean outside my window nor the breeze of the air on my face.

None of our windows could open but I could look outside. Henri was my only company as none of the other servants spoke to me, he slept in the same bed as I, and he made sure I want for nothing.
As I grew older, the night of my father’s death became like a blur to me but I did remember Henri being very gentle to me as I watched from the window as the new servants slowly lowered my father into the family plot.

June 9

I came to a decision.

Henri sat in the darkened parlor with a glass of bourbon reading over the day’s newspaper as he always did every night around midnight. It was raining and the house was empty and quiet all but the sounds of the water splattering outside.

I stood at the large oak doors and took a deep breath; the only thing on my mind was telling Henri my decision. I could not understand why I felt so uneasy; could it be that this was the first step to making my dream a reality? I finally opened the doors and greeted me were the soft and warm sounds that I now know as my father’s musical creations streaming through the speakers on a very low volume. Henri placed the paper on the table and smiled at me as he heard me close the door and enter the room.

“You don’t have to wait up; I’ll be in bed soon.” He said taking the small glass of honey-colored liquid into his white gloved hand.
“I wasn’t really waiting up. I’ve come here to speak to you.”
“About?”
“I think I should leave.” I breathed finally getting the words out as my gut tensed.
“Leave where?” He replied furrowing his brow in confusion.
“The estate, I want to be a composer like my father, and the only way I can do that is if I leave.”
Henri laughed. “That is not possible. If you want to be a composer then you should have told me and I could have arranged…”

“I don’t want you to arrange anything!” I cut him off with a burst of anger I did not know I had. “You always do everything for me and I’m tired of it. I want to go out into the world and live my own life away from here.”
“You hate it here?” Henri finally stood up and placed the glass on the table with a heavy thud spilling some of the liquid. “Haven’t you always been happy? Haven’t you always had everything your hearts’ desire?”
His face tightened with a controlled intensity I had never seen before.

I suddenly back away a few paces, his piercing black eyes seemed to burn a hole through me, and I had become afraid he would see my weakness.

“I am happy, and you know I love being here with you; however I want to…no! I need to leave and see what this world has to offer for me. I’ve never been outside nor felt that rain touch my skin.”

He grabbed me and yanked me out of the room at a speed I could never calculate, it felt as if I was floating with Henri as he raced up the stairs, his face the perfect stamp of anger. He took me to the bell tower. We winded the swirling stone steps until we reached the top and for the first time I felt a cold breeze and the wetness of the rain hitting me.

“See! There is your precious breeze and cold rain! Now you can stop all of this talk about leaving.”
He pulled me out of the cold and back into the main house, I felt dazed at the speed of his movements and before I knew what hit me he tossed me onto the bed damp clothes and all. My mind flashed to the night of my dream as if I could feel Henri’s teeth piercing my neck the same as he did… in my dream?

I suddenly screamed as loud as I could and tried in vain to push Henri’s strong body off me. I felt his teeth enter me repeatedly. This paralyzing sense of pleasure struck me hard. I felt the hardness of his groin press against mine as he grinded his hips into me, his lips still clamped shut over the wounds he created and the blood pumped fast from me.

Unable to resist I wrapped my arms around him holding him tightly as he picked up the pace grinding our bodies harder and faster. He finally shuddered and lifted his head from my throat; I felt the wetness of his kiss pour down from the wound and onto the bed. He had never took this much from me before, but before I could register anything else his hands were already pulling down my pants and ripping open my shirt to reveal my hard nipples. He knew where to begin as he attacked licking and suckling them, I sucked in the dense air in the room breathing in Henri’s exotic scent that I could never really place. My soul drifting into that dark place of pleasure whenever we were together I undo the ribbon that tied back his silky black hair allowing it to fall between my fingers as I stroked the soft strands enjoying the long fingers that read every part of me.

He removed my clothing completely; naked and unashamed I lie under him with my chest heaving and my body feeling as if it were on fire!

He removed my glasses and sat them on the nightstand, my heart pounded and my erection stood anticipating what is to come. He then hoisted himself until he came face-to-face with me, his body still between my legs he licked my lips and raised himself on his knees. He removed his white gloves and black suit until his beautifully lean and well-toned body gleamed in front of me. His large erection stood high as he hooked his arms around my legs and dragged me into a more comfortable position closest to him. He gently stroked my aching erection looking down at me with a mixture of cruel arousal. My body heated until a blaze engulfed me and my breath quickened to the tune of his increasing caress.

I soon shuddered with pleasure and spray into his palm. I watched him as best I could trying to catch my breath and compose myself, as I knew what would come next, he took the hot fluid and coated my opening, stretching me out as delicately as he always did. He soon entered roughly.
Pressing my legs to his body as he hooked them in his arms he pumped hard and fast no longer taking the great care in making sure I was unharmed.

And as I grunted and winced from the rough treatment his breathing quickened, he then grunted with pleasure as he grabbed my hips for more leverage he pulled my body up and down to match his movements, he hit that delicate spot inside of me causing my member to harden once more.
Bucking his hips wildly his hair snaked over his face lightly tickling my chest, His broad chest bore the beads of sweat from the activity; he leaned forward and soon buried his face in my throat for another stinging kiss. He entered me repeatedly in many ways for the rest of the night.

Character Bio: Kaito Kane

Full Name: Kaito Kane
Gender: Male
Eye color: Black
Hair: Short, black and wild. Now has a buzz cut.
Height: 6 ft 2 in.
Weight: 150lbs
Age: 17 (At the start of the series)
Blood type: AB-
Born: October 20

Bio: Born to middle class parents Kaito’s true potential wasn’t met until after his parents death. Sent to live with relatives, he and his brother were kept in their own filth in a basement to feed on rats to survive, before finally shipped away to an orphanage. The wealthy Osamu Kane, who was in search of a suitable heir, then adopted Kaito.

When “Game Boys” begins he was in the process of overthrowing his father for total control of the family company.

**Note:  There could be an age discrepancy due to my confusion about the Japanese school year. In “Game Boys” Kane celebrated his 18th birthday not his 17th.