::Devilish Lust::

+Devilish Delights+

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Thursday, March 3, 2005
09:00 a.m.
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And now, for a taste of pr0n..

Fooled ya. >3

But here ya go anyway. Mori Ranmaru of Samurai Warriors with Edit Officer Hideyoshi Sota. >3*Snerk*

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It was all madness, heat pooling between their bodies, Sota's eyes dancing all across Ranmaru's form, burning the picture into his memory. It was unreal, the captain's ears tuning in to the faintest sounds, listening to Ranmaru against him, catching the sounds of a bird in the trees above them. But…even with Ranmaru's earlier outburst, he couldn't here anything that sounded like men or dogs coming through the forest. Amazing…here they were in enemy territory, both so vulnerable…and they were quite safe at the moment. Sota was almost sure than in their running they must have slipped out of their own realm into one of the spirits.

What was it that Hideyoshi said? A dream…within a dream?

If it was a dream, Sota was going to be sorely disappointed when he woke, and probably have to wash his bed roll. No…Sota wouldn't let this be a dream, and it wouldn't be the only time…not something fleeting like so many of the things he wanted and desired. He didn't want to just dream anymore…unless perhaps, if it was in Ranmaru's arms.

Hurry? Ranmaru's heavy pleas surprised Sota, though the Captain tried to be accommodating. It didn't take much encouraging to keep him on his current path, thrusting deeper into the page each time, searching for that perfect spot. It had been too long for Sota since he'd been with someone so tight, so inexperienced and in truth…it had been a while since he'd been with anyone at all. Thoughts of Ranmaru would constantly surface, making it impossible for him to focus on anyone else.

Damn the boy…he'd enchanted Sota. Placed a curse on him during those few seconds before the Oda had taken the castle Before the Saito had fallen.

Pressing hot kisses into the boy's neck, tasting, licking sucking…devouring the boy, Sota pressed closer, and harder, mind drifting back, trying to remember just when it was he'd fallen under the boy's spell. Was it back in the Takeda fort? No…far earlier than that. Watching him sit stoic and still listening to Nobunaga drone on and on? No…damn the boy, he'd done it before they'd ever even met. It suddenly struck him that it was Ranmaru he'd been watching pass by the castle window, the who had stopped and looked out long over the darkness. The one he was almost positive could somehow see them down in the riverbed.

A smile crept across his lips as he pounded harder into the boy, wondering if the spell could be broken and if so…did he want it to be.

The hand supporting him against the tree shifted to Ranmaru's shoulder, holding the boy closer to his body, heart pounding in his chest. He honestly didn't want to let him go.

Please…he didn't want to live in a dream.

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For an inexperienced boy like Ranmaru, this was far too overwhelming to be sensible. He didn't know what he was doing, allowing himself to be guided by the hands of force that were leading him deeper into the throes of his own lust.

His fingers, curling into the dark strands of the older man's hair, threatning to tear them from their roots had his strength not been leeched off him right then. Each thrust into his young body was pushing him to the limit. Never.. never in his entire life had Ranmaru believed..

That he would be claimed.. in such a way.

There were things he would hear, when he was with his younger brother, when Mitsuhide-sama would sit and discuss literature with him. There was something that was favored by the ladies of the curt, a gentle, mystical romance.. it was the gift to nobility such as they..

Truly, now Ranmaru believed they were missing out a LOT in their flower-filled fantasies.

This mad desire was even better than the gentle romance of their literature.

Still.. it probably would have helped in easing his tension because right now, Ranmaru felt like an animal.. an action so disgraceful that it was sure to be looked down apon. What power did Sota hold over him?. Just because he had inhibited himself for so long.. his lusts were being driven to the point he'd have absolutely no control ove them?..

Sota's kisses over his neck and upper body made the boy hungry, desperate for more, and that same desperation allowed himself to break another wall within, allowing his arousal the affection it wanted.. his head tilted to a side, soft cries of pain intermixed with want escaping him, and they slowly became gasps. It was madness; the soldiers could easilly return, to find them like maddened dogs in heat.. capture them, kill them..

..to have died without knowing this passion was something Ranmaru would never do..

Suddenly, the boy's eyes widened as Sota completed an effective thrust that just made the young page freeze, a low moan escaping his lips. What was that?. Silver eyes widened, as his body now began to ride up against the Captain's, urging, wishing for more.. begging him with their warm, heated closeness..

One hand pulled himself up against Sota's chest, crushing himself against it, faces mere centimetres apart. Ranmaru was half-aware of what he was doing, now responding to the strokes and thrusts with his entire self, words lost to him, passion consuming..

"... Sota.." the only whisper that could make sense. And he sealed the final remaining space between them with a heated kiss, capturing the Captain's mouth, his arousal throbbing.. tongue needing the other's..

..The kiss was broken, Ranmaru threw his head back, eyes shut tightly as another sharp stab of pain went through him. An artist would call the image a sight of passion. In a louder voice, the page cried,

".. SOTA-Sa-- AAaaaaah!!!" the final burst of tears erupting from his eyes, as his member throbbed.. and he came down again, locking himself.. waiting for the permission to release at the same time with this man.. and everything went white..

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..Climaxes are fun to write. x_X

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Saturday, February 19, 2005
09:26 p.m.
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.. ~Intimacy ~

It's not so hard to give yourself to those who need you. When you know it's you who's wanted, when it's you who's desired ..you can do anything. Ego-wankage, definitely. But it works. It works for the strongest of people who wish for, or have absolutely no desire for any form of intimacy. Deep down, everyone wants to be someone important.. even when they say they want to be left alone. Even when they say that physical touch doesn't equal to intimate feelings each time.

But intimacy is categorised as giving comfort. A sharing of comfort. A need for comfort. Intimacy is the warmth of a body close to you, close enough to either feel satisfied.. or close enough to feel afraid.

Intimacy of the physical form can also be taken wrongly. Rape is not physical intimacy. Intimacy without consent is Rape.

Rape is violation.

When intimacy involves feeling, emotion of the heart, it's called love. However, on a lighter note, when intimacy involves no feeling and emotion of the heart, but just the closeness of a physical body and arousing pleasure.. it's called making out, or just getting physical.

Sometimes it's called being slutty.

Sometimes you were just horny.

Sometimes you were trying to make someone think otherwise and hurt them.

Sometimes.. you were bored.

Sometimes.. it was just sharing of pleasure.

Sometimes.. you were giving yourself to the other to allow them to feel desired and prove it.

Sacrifice.

Sometimes.. you just wanted to be wanted.

Sometimes that's all you wanted to do.

Sacrifice.

Sometimes.. Intimacy never held any bounds.

Busy Minds..

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Saturday, February 19, 2005
05:03 p.m.
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Gee, it seems you can't comment on pitas entries. Mou, that's the only thing lacking but otherwise, you get to play with pretty layouts!. So now I have livejournal, greatestjournal and oh, so many places to write in. Where do I start?. *smiles* Yeah.. work makes the mind not think of harsher things. I'm trying for that,you know..?. Let's see how much further I can customise this..

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