Obedience 3

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Sunlight filtered into the bedroom, light playing over the covers in dancing patterns as the tree guarding the window swayed in the breezes outside. Mizi cracked open an eye, groaning and stretching. He’d slept a good long time, it had to be nearing or past noon, and he'd had some really good dreams, evident when he slid his hand down his stomach and nudged at his own erection with an intelligible grunt.

He managed to crawl out of the covers and the towel from last night’s shower, pattering into the bathroom for a moment. When he returned he lazily snuggled right back into the blankets, propping himself up on his elbow.

Damael was curled up beside him, facing the edge of the bed with his back to Mizi. They’d started out cuddled up together, but Mizi had fallen onto his back across more than a good half of the bed, and Damael had tossed his way into a finally somewhat comfortable position where he was now. Mizi had noticed Damael had this thing about not being able to get to sleep, which worried him a little bit.

Mizi sighed and reached out to play with Damael’s hair as it cascaded down the pillows. It was so soft, especially right after being washed. He scooted closer, burying his face against the back of Damael’s head, wrapping his arms securely around the slender little kouryou.

Dam stirred immediately, blinking and tensing, but relaxing back against his lover when he woke up enough to realize where he was. “Hmmm… Mizi,” he purred.

“Morning lil koi,” Mizi nuzzled at the tapered ear, kissing gently, still sleepy. “Have good dreams?”

Damael made a soft sound, a negative response with a tone added that he didn’t want to touch that topic. Mizi could understand things like that, the heavens above certainly knew Mizi had his own topics he was always reluctant to discuss. Sleeping was definitely an issue with Dam.

Mizi sighed into the kouryou’s hair, wishing he could change all the bad things that haunted the both of them… but he couldn’t. And even if he did, they probably wouldn’t be quite the same people. Mizi had found in Damael someone he could trust, someone he wasn’t afraid to tell things, knowing the innocent little morph would never use anything against him, and Damael trusted Mizi in return, totally and completely. Damael adored Mizi for not seeing him as a dirty, outcasted animal, for being one of the few who saw him as a person in a life full of pain and torture because of his differences, because Mizi had been there as well. That which they’d both lacked in their lives they’d found with each other.

The Azure youkai pulled his kouryou lover closer. Oh yes, what a pair they were, odd looking, certainly no doubts there. But Mizi couldn’t care less, cuddled there skin to skin and heat to heat, the scent of Damael surrounding him, their heartbeats thudding softly together to one rhythm. Everything was just fine according to him.

“If last night were a dream… would you call it a good one?” Mizi asked playfully.

Damael sighed, seeming to relax a bit, having tensed up at the touchy question before that. “Mmhmm… very good dream.”

Mizi laid his cheek on Dam’s, rubbing against the velvety scales there. Damael had closed his eyes and looked so young and innocent, smiling just the slightest bit, very content.

“I think so too,” Mizi purred, kissing at the corner of Damael’s mouth.

“Wish… I could have that dream… every night,” the little morph sighed.

“You could,” Mizi nipped playfully at the tip of Dam’s ear, grinning at him coyly when those aqua eyes peered at him.

Damael reached back over his shoulder and rubbed at the nape of Mizi’s neck, gazing at him adoringly. Mizi put his cheek back against Dam’s and nuzzled. He blinked when the little morph tried to say something several times, but kept hesitating, chewing at his lip.

“What is it little koi?” Mizi encouraged, kissing along his jaw.

“I… I want something… more,” the kouryou stammered.

Mizi didn’t immediately pick up on his meaning, furrowing his eyebrows at his lover, gaze questioning.

Damael tried again, blush tainting his dark skin so cutely, “I want you… to… make it into me,” he worded it as best he could, knowing exactly what he meant, but unable to voice it eloquently.

Still, the words sent an all-too pleased shiver through Mizi, his heart skipping onto a faster rhythm. “You… really want me?”

Damael nodded a little bit, nuzzling back against him with his entire body. Mizi could only blink as his mind worked that out, his arms automatically tightening around his lover to hold him closer like he was seeking. Oh he’d thought about it plenty, but that didn’t stop him from being surprised at that moment.

“Oh little koi,” Mizi sighed happily, nuzzling against Damael’s ear and smiling.

“Does that mean… you want me?” Dam asked very timidly.

“Of course I want you, silly,” Mizi nuzzled down along his neck, smiling and kissing, caressing down along Dam’s spine. “Come here you,” he chuckled, leaning back against the pillows and taking Damael with him, making the kouryou recline back half on top of his body, which let Mizi get his other arm around him.

Mizi stroked down Damael’s front, lingering at his belly before moving back up to his chest, rubbing little circles around his nipples. Damael turned his head and nuzzled back against him, purring and going relaxed, closing his eyes and just letting Mizi take over for a moment. The Azure gazed down along the relaxed, dark form covering him, pleased to notice Damael hadn’t bothered to sheath himself.

He continued toying with his lover’s chest, alternating between nipples now and then, and let his other hand wander further down past the tip of Damael’s tailbone. One finger pressed and rubbed gently.

“Aahhh… Mizi,” Dam panted, trying to hold still, rocking back into the touch. Just that little bit, even that felt so good.

“Shhh,” the Azure pushed experimentally, shaking his head. “You’re too tense… need something, get you relaxed,” Mizi gently nudged the kouryou over, arm trapped under Dam’s chest as he laid him down on his stomach, reaching to the drawer of the nightstand.

Damael tucked his arm under his head, lifting himself slightly up off Mizi’s arm so it had some freedom to move, resuming its touches. He giggled at the feeling of liquid pooling at the small of his back, but kept his eyes closed and tried to just relax. Mizi smirked and managed to cap the oil before he wasted any of it, slipping it back into the drawer, letting his fingers play in the shimmering, sweetly scented pool he’d created at the base of his lover’s spine.

Mizi kissed between Damael’s shoulder blades as his fingers trickled some of fluid around the kouryou’s entrance. “Take a deep breath,” Mizi encouraged quietly, the tip of his oil-slickened finger barely managing to gain entrance. When Damael exhaled he pushed oh-so gently, stretching the taut muscle. If he could just get a little further…

“Ehnn,” the morph whimpered, the pain in the noise lancing through Mizi’s chest. But the cry when Mizi slowly withdrew his finger was even more pained.

Mizi propped himself up better, trying to get Damael’s mind off the lingering pain by trailing more oil down and rubbing firmly. Dam wriggled so sensuously against the touches that they chased away any doubt in Mizi’s mind that the kouryou might not want to continue.

“You really like that huh?” Mizi nipped at the morph’s ear, flickering his tongue again the sensitive scales.

“Mmm,” Damael purred from the attention, fingers finally letting go of the stranglehold they had on the pillow. “Again… Mizi… please,” he begged breathlessly.

“You that hot little koi?” Mizi chuckled, sliding his hand between Dam’s legs, caressing his balls momentarily before stroking along his hard length. Damael’s whole body shuddered in response. “You’re not usually this quick to excite, got yourself too tensed up.”

Dam moaned long and loud as Mizi slowly pumped his erection, totally beyond control. Mizi was pretty damn worked up himself, but doing his best to keep at least some semblance of control – one of them had to be coherent here. As he increased his pace along Dam’s shaft he arched his hips against his back, stroking his aching member through the pool of oil remaining there, slickening it in a delightful way.

The Azure shifted his arm around Damael’s waist, lifting the slender kouryou a bit more off the bed and placing himself in a better position. He rocked his hips in time with the motions of his hand up and down the kouryou’s length, rubbing and teasing at his entrance. Gods he wanted so badly to just push in and finish it, needing release, wanting to give it to his lover, but that would be too brutal, and would hurt his delicate dark rose.

Mizi stopped moving for a moment, one hand grasping Damael by the hip to steady him and the other guiding himself to nudge so slightly into the slick tightness. He bit down hard on his lip to silence a groan, concentrating on the movement, listening intently to Damael’s reaction.

Damael was panting wildly, fingers clenching and unclenching at the pillow as he tried so hard to stay relaxed, strangling out breathless cries of mixed pain and begging. Mizi held him still and nudged forward a little more, the hand guiding his penis moving to massage Dam’s rear and lower back, attempting to help relax him. He was hurting him, but that was to be expected, and the begging noises were by far outweighing the sounds of distress and physical discomfort.

“Just a little more pain… it’ll all be worth it,” Mizi panted, doing more to encourage himself than to comfort his lover. He hated the concept of even mildly hurting his precious little morph.

Damael arched back against him then, shoving Mizi’s hard length right past the tight resistance, crying out loudly in pain. Mizi rocked soothingly inside the slick passage, closing his eyes in pure ecstasy. Damael’s cries melted into joyous sounds.

Mizi forced himself to pull back and open his eyes before everything put him over the edge, drawing all the way out. Gently he turned Damael onto his back, laying down atop him fully and kissing him, trying to stay gentle and express his affection and caring despite the rising passion burning in him.

“Tell me what you want,” Mizi begged playfully, running his tongue over Damael’s soft lips.

“I… want you… in… inside me,” the words broken by gasps more than nervousness, but he was still so cutely hesitant and timid.

Mizi kissed him again, drawing Dam’s tongue into his mouth and giving it a firm suck that drove the kouryou wild beneath him, trying his hardest in his inexperienced way to get what he wanted. Mizi reached down and stilled the arching hips, tilting them up slightly, nudging experimentally before thrusting slowly forward.

Damael broke away from the kiss, tossing his head up and to the side, delicate features drawn in complete, blissful concentration. He tried panting out Mizi’s name as the Azure pumped so very slowly in and out of him, building the pleasure to a high intensity. Mizi descended on his neck and bit gently, barely breaking the skin, and holding on there – a youkai mate mark, claiming the kouryou as his and no one else’s.

Damael’s hands gripped at his shoulders, entire body strung up and shivering. Mizi could hear his heart thumping wildly in time with his own pulse, feel it beneath his mouth, hear the rushing of their blood. In addition to the heat of the union, his ki began to rise in him, calling to Damael’s, mingling together in an invisible dance all around them.

Mizi rocked his hips upwards on the next slow thrust, striking against that over sensitive area deep inside his lover. Damael’s thankfully blunted nails dug into his flesh, leaving impressions, but nothing more, the kouryou was holding back. Mizi was past ready to lose control, the tight heat surrounding his aching member was just overwhelming. He reached between them and firmly grasped Damael’s length, stroking it, encouraging his lover to let go of control.

The kouryou arched up against him, back bowing off the bed, the most delicious cry torn from his chest, ringing in Mizi’s ears. Beneath him, around him, because of him - his lover was coming. Damael’s seed coursed out of him, coating Mizi’s hand, spreading heat between them. Deep inside the kouryou, as Mizi closed his eyes and delivered one last powerful thrust, heat veritably exploded.

Mizi tensed and shuddered, letting go of Damael’s member, letting himself get carried away by the feeling of pure ecstasy, listening to their combined heartbeat, their matched breathing.

After a long moment of catching his breath and just recovering, Mizi lifted himself up slightly off Damael, gazing down at him. He gasped softly, reaching with a shaky hand to touch the wet cheek. Damael opened his eyes slowly, reaching to touch the hand that caressed him, leaning into the touch.

“I hurt you,” Mizi worried, leaning down to kiss at the salty trails on the other cheek.

“No… no… Mizi I… I’m just so,” Damael just closed his eyes and reached up, wrapping his arms around his love and pulling him close, nuzzling into his neck.

“Shhh, don’t cry,” Mizi held him securely, wincing as he withdrew himself out of the kouryou and slipped to his side, cuddling the morph into his chest.

“I’m so happy… Mizi, I… I love you,” Damael pulled back, those beautifully strange eyes wet with tears, but a wonderful smile lighting up his features. He kissed Mizi’s face repeatedly, then finally his lips, murmuring against them, “Thank you.”

Mizi smiled and hugged him tightly, nuzzling into Damael’s soft hair as the morph burrowed back against his neck, releasing a happy sigh that those tears weren’t pain or sadness. “My little koi,” he whispered, “my precious little love.”

“This dream… every night?” Damael whispered meekly after he’d taken a moment to calm down.

“Every night, I promise,” Mizi kissed him lovingly, stroking back his hair.

“G… good… maybe someday… someday good dreams with you will make the bad things go away.”

Mizi bit his lip, not sure of what to say. There was just so much pain, and he felt so hopeless. All he could do was try, try and love Damael as best he could, it was all he had. Not even all his magic could help here, all his years of study. He held Dam very securely, feeling tired again even though it had to be early afternoon. It didn’t matter, they could lay there in bed, nothing mattered more than Damael at the moment.

The little kouryou yawned cutely, burrowing into Mizi’s chest. “You didn’t sleep much, you should try to go back to sleep,” Mizi whispered tenderly against his ear. “I’ll try to keep the nightmares away… I’ll try little koi.”

Damael nodded slowly, eyes already drifting shut, “And I’ll always listen to you, Mizi,” the morph sighed before falling asleep completely.

Mizi laid there gazing at nothing for awhile longer, listening to Damael’s steady breathing, his heartbeat. He leaned back against the pillow, tracing the bite mark he’d left on his lover’s skin, smiling softly to himself. And then his eyes wandered over to the bedside table… the collar still laying there. He looked down at Damael, sleeping peacefully with a little content curve to his delicate lips. Damael was listening, perfectly obedient. Very pleased with that, Mizi drifted off to sleep himself.

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