A Little Rain Must Fall *Kiyoshi

[Takias Kaneshiro]

Takias saw the Kami get angry and since the Kami were the one thing that a Shinobi feared he immediately dropped to his knees with his hands on the floor and his head bowed.

"Forgive me, I ment no disrespect." he pleaded. "I only wanted to do my duty to you and to my benefactor, Ito." he prayed she did not smite him there on the floor. All would be for naught if it all ended now.

"If you wish for me to rest, I shall rest, dear Kami. Just, please, do not smite me." he said in a quiet voice. "Your will be done, not mine." He hesitated to lift his head and wondered why Ito was not on his knees. The lad was brave and Takias did not understand the feeling it gave him. He reached up and grabbed Ito's hand, not knowing its dangers and pulled him down. He felt his pinky brush against a bare area of Ito's wrist and there a slight tingle on his skin but nothing more.

He released the hand and resumed his position. "I shall not endeavor to discover my mission until I have rested."

He was trying to think about the Kami but his mind stayed on how it felt to touch Ito, the feeling remained on his pinky and he felt a yearning to take his hand again, just to feel him. He suddenly began to purr softly at his thoughts.

[valeneangiola]

Valene stopped as Takias dropped to his knees before her. Her brows raised and curiously, she started to wander a little at what had really made humans of any race or gender fear her kind so much. Where others seemed oblivious. Standing there she had looked between Ito, and Takias were they really both so sure that she was that mean they actually were scared of her when she was nothing but kind and gentle even warned him that the place she had sent him was not really safe to hunt?

Slowly, her hand lifted to her forehead as if she felt a pain there. Her eyes closed, and she sighed lip's parting allowing the soft rush of breath to escape her. "Takias please. " She knelt down and pulled them both up gently as she could after she had watched Takias pull Ito down with him. " I am not going to smite you. I only as though that you rest." Her eyes teared up as she felt confused at the way the two were so scared of hurting her or offending her. She actually started to feel a form of regret in the air as well as the strange pull of empathic emotions between Takias towards Ito. Releasing them both, she stepped back and smiled.

"Both of you get some rest and relax." With a gentle touch of her hand to their cheeks, she turned this time making her way fully to the door. Placing her hand on the knob she laughed softly at herself for what she was doing shaking her head, she realized she could just teleport herself home. Turning back she waved good-bye taking her hand off the door and faded away. Taking herself out of their home and back to her own.

Exhausted now as her emotions and confusion swam. As well as the exertion of healing she had put out on Takias she needed to recharge. As she shifted to her wardrobe pulled out a fresh dress. Quickly changed and moved herself to her bed easing down into it. She fell asleep.

[Ito Kiyoshi]

Kiyoshi was mortified when Kami-Valene looked directly at him, seeming to have noticed his silent warning to Takias regarding the Sanctuary. Would she be even more angry with him now? He hardly dared to look at her any longer and his surreptitious glances at her face revealed only a rapidly shifting array of emotions that he could neither follow nor understand.

There was no way he could possibly have avoided Tak's hand as he grasped his wrist to pull him lower before the Kami, even if he had seen it coming. His mind was in such chaos that the light brush of Tak's finger against his bare skin might have passed unnoticed had he not been left looking directly at the exposed line of flesh between glove and sleeve as Tak released his hold.

A fresh wave of shock and confusion washed over him. How much of the potent drug had Tak just absorbed from his skin? What sort of effect was it going to have on him? Unpredictable results at best, Kiyoshi had no idea what it would do to someone who was changed as Tak was especially so soon after Kami-Valene's ministrations. That Tak had carried on speaking in a coherent fashion after at least gave him hope that it would not be too bad; that was when he heard Tak resume his purring.

The Kami continued to look angry, clutching her head and closing her eyes. Was she communing with the other Kami? Just how much spiritual trouble were he and Tak now in? He almost yelped in surprise as Kami-Valene suddenly drew them both to their feet. Her touch seemed gentle but he dare not show any resistance lest she become less so. She looked back and forth between them and Kiyoshi had the awful feeling that they were being judged somehow.

He gasped in shock as the Kami brushed his cheek; not only was the touch of skin against skin alien to him but the flush of warmth and light that flowed from the touch of her fingertips was dizzying. Nobody had touched Kiyoshi like that, not since he was a small child. Nobody ever touched Kiyoshi, it just wasn't safe for them. Of course such a little Gift as his would not inconvenience a powerful Kami like Valene. Was this how others felt when he touched them? he wondered.

"Both of you get some rest and relax." Kiyoshi hastily bowed his head again. “As you will Kami-Valene. It is an honour to serve and a privilege to obey.” he promised in the most respectful and formal manner that he knew. After Valene slowly faded away Kiyoshi remained frozen for a while where he stood, almost afraid to move in case she reappeared. Had she not already said she would be calling upon them again in the future? That prospect seemed now more than a little frightening.

Kiyoshi found that he was breathing shallowly and sweat was dewing on his skin. He needed to calm down and quickly or he was going to saturate the small apartment with more of the volatile secretion than the smell of incense could camouflage. ”Takias?” he asked quietly, barely above a whisper. “Do you feel alright?” He looked cautiously at the purring Shinobi, wondering just what on earth was going to happen next.

[Takias Kaneshiro]

Takias breathed a sigh of relief once the Kami was gone. In his way of thinking, pissing off a Kami was a very dangerous thing to do, but she was the nicest Kami he could imagine. The first he had met but still, he had been raised to see them as volatile and easily angered by humans. He was grateful se healed him but he was glad she was gone because he did not like to feel fear, nor show it in front of someone he…liked?

He looked at the boy when he asked if he was OK and his purring stopped. “Yes, I feel fine, the Kami healed me well.” He stated softly. The boy had the softest skin he had ever felt and he wanted to touch it again. “Are you alright?” he asked thinking that maybe the Kami had made him feel ill to punish them. He began to remove his armor again because he promised. He stripped down to his linen undergarment and placed his armor neatly on the floor with his swords. His body was totally healed, not a mark on the perfectly sculpted musculature of the lifelong Shinobi. He could not understand his feelings, nor would he act on them. He had always preferred the company of men and watched their movements with much interest. Never had he desired the company of a woman. As a Shinobi, during his training, he had remained celibate. After training he remained so because acting on his feelings could get him killed, so he remained a virgin.

That didn’t stop the arousal from rushing blood to his lower appendage. When he realized what was happening, he turned away from Ito so he would not see it and become offended. “Uh, where does one…make water?” he asked, insinuating that he needed to take a piss. All he really wanted to do was get rid of his disgraceful boner.

[Ito Kiyoshi]

Kiyoshi rubbed his tired eyes. Kami-Valene had been quite specific that he too was to rest now and whilst admittedly he had not intended to go out to the clubs tonight he did wonder why she thought he had needed rest. It was Takias who had been injured not himself and as far as he knew he was in perfect health though he doubted he would be for long if he did not heed her admonition to relax. He had only risen a few hours before sunset, though he would have to confess that they seemed like the longest few hours of his short life.

Much as Kiyoshi attempted to maintain a streetwise persona in New Vegas he was in some ways still an innocent, particularly in the area of physical contact. Not that he didn't know the theory... but the nature of his mutation along with his strict upbringing by his extremely reserved and spiritual grandmother had kept him away from any form of intimate relationship or even real friendship. He had no siblings and no memory of his parents at all. All in all Kiyoshi had never been in such proximity with a naked man before and Tak was getting very close to being naked.

“I... I am fine, Takias...” he murmured, blushing slightly and averting his eyes as he realised he was staring at Tak's fully healed and quite amazingly buff body. He knew the shinobi to be lethally dangerous and practically a stranger to him but still he felt safer in his company than he ever had with anyone else. “It is only... you touched me.” Anxiously he glanced again at Takias. “I have no control over the Goddess' blessing Tak.” he almost whispered the words and his eyes were full of apology. “If you are feeling her touch now, I cannot take it back; I am sorry.”

Kiyoshi was embarrassed by his carelessness... and also by his embarrassment. Hastily he indicated the door to the small bathroom to Tak. He should remove his own clothing now, it was far too hot despite the apartments cooling to be wearing so much indoors but he was suddenly very self conscious. His own build was lean and athletic but it did not compare at all to the solid musculature of Tak's hard warrior body... and what if he accidentally touched him again? He was at something of a loss but the heat was winning out and he began to remove his layers of outdoor clothing.

[Takias Kaneshiro]

Tak didn’t really understand what Kiyoshi’s gift was and his anxiety in his words worried him that Kiyoshi thought he was injured in some way by touching him. He turned, forgetting about his arousal and moved close to him. He reached out and touched his cheek, “Yes, I touched you. And I feel nothing from it.” He informed him, “Only a tingle in my fingertips.” Once again he noticed how soft the young mans skin was. It was something that would be expected from someone much younger or someone who took very good care of their skin. He wondered what lengths the young man went through to keep it so soft.

“You are so soft.” He said honestly. He was not one to hold back words. “It is a shame that you have no one who would enjoy it.” He added. He knew he would enjoy touching that soft skin. Once again he felt a stirring in his loins. “Should I refrain?” he asked, knowing that some people have personal space issues. Although he wondered what it would be like to not be able to let people touch you. “If you wish…I will be conscious of my proximity to you.” He said humbly. Even with his raging desire to touch the boy more, as if he were a velvet soft kitten, his respect for him would give him the strength to refrain.

Tak knew he still suffered from an embarrassing situation downstairs, but it no longer mattered. It was not like he could hide it from Kiyoshi, he had already seen it. For now Kiyoshi’s comfort was of a larger concern than his own. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” he asked respectfully and took a step back, just in case. He was at a loss as to what to do.

[Ito Kiyoshi]

Kiyoshi was too stunned to even flinch when Tak touched his cheek, though he did gasp softly at the flood of sensations it brought him. Twice in one night now he had been touched with affection and both had left him reeling though for very different reasons. Kami-Valene's touch had been like a wash of sunlight but Tak's hand had no such ethereal quality. It was warm and real and very human. “Nothing more...?” he gasped with surprise. Instinctively he closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek lightly against Tak's hand with a soft whimper.

“Soft?” he echoed Tak's comment. It was not something he had ever considered, having no real idea what other people felt like to touch. He vaguely recalled his Grandmother's skin from when he was a child; it had been soft and a little papery. “Please...” he whispered to Tak, “don't stop... no-one ever... I...” words failed him and tears rolled down his cheeks. The light caught in them refracted strangely; Kiyoshi's tears bore little resemblance to salt water. He pulled off the leather gloves he always wore and very tentatively placed one hand on top of Tak's holding it against his cheek and sighed.

“No-one else has ever touched me like this,” he murmured. “The lightest touch makes them happy but soon they become intoxicated. A single caress robs them of their wits; any more and the madness takes them.” He opened his eyes to look again at Tak's strong serene features and the sharp clarity that still shone in his eyes. “You truly do not feel it? You are either blessed or cursed Takias.” Kiyoshi did not quite know what to make of Tak's arousal now; he had thought it a simple reaction to the chemicals in his skin, and as such something he should not notice...

Kiyoshi shook his head, “You do not make me uncomfortable Tak.” He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about anything right then, except that he didn't want Tak to move away from him. “Stay please...” he murmured, as he took a step to close the distance between them once again. The texture of Tak's skin against his face was thrilling and just gently stroking the back of Tak's hand was a uniquely new experience for Kiyoshi. He wondered what that hand would feel like against other parts of him and he blushed again as the thought caused a stir of excitement in his own manhood.

“I... I should very much like for you to... to touch me some more.” he whispered shyly.

[Takias Kaneshiro]

Tak had never been given permission to touch a man whom he wanted to touch so badly. He didn’t know much about relations but he was going to let his instincts lead him. He could always count on his instincts to guide him in any situation. He stepped forward once more so he was as close as he could get to Kiyoshi. “I want to touch you, Ito.” He murmured in thick ancient Japanese. His hand settled more firmly to the young mutant’s cheek and he moved in so that he could lay his cheek against Ito’s cheek.

He noticed how sweet he smelled, like a grove of blossoming cherry trees in spring. He inhaled the scent and memorized it. His free hand moved to Ito’s side and around to his back. He let it slide down his back and slip up under his shirt. He was so soft. He pulled him close as he once again began to purr, his breath quickening and caressing Ito’s cheek like a warm summer breeze. “You deserve to be touched, Ito.” He murmured. “You may touch me too.” He wanted him to know that it was ok to feel this with him.

Tak, himself, had not been touched in all of his life that he could remember and this was heaven on earth. Had he known it would feel this good to have contact with another human being, he might have pursued his desires sooner. But if he had, this moment would not have felt nearly as special as it did. “Where would you like me to touch you, Ito?” he asked. His age and wisdom disallowed any shyness and the fact that Ito had taken on a personification of innocence, he felt the need to take matters into his own hands. The problem was, he knew nothing about this. Getting Ito to tell him what he wanted was the ideal way to learn about how to proceed.

[Ito Kiyoshi]

Kiyoshi made a small gasp as Tak's cheek brushed against his own. There was a scent to the man that he had not noticed before. It was musky and deep like an aromatic oil. Did all men smell that way? Kiyoshi didn't think they did. He had smelled the rank scent of sweat that pervaded the clubs and hid his own scent so well and he had never encountered anything like Takias. Tak did not seem at all offended by the sweet aroma that clung to Kiyoshi's skin either. In fact from his reaction he actually seemed to like it. Kiyoshi had never considered before that someone might actually find it attractive, he had just focused on keeping the vampires from noticing it.

He shivered as Tak's hand slid under his shirt to pull him closer; his own skin was tingling where Tack's fingers brushed against him. The rumbling purr was causing pleasant tremors across his skin and he could feel his nipples reacting to it; it was also very soothing and it made him feel less anxious, safe,
Where would you like me to touch you, Ito?
Kiyoshi had no idea how to answer that question. What Tak was doing right then felt so good though, for now he just didn't want him to stop. Speaking now in Japanese with Tak seemed so natural to him already, even though it had been months since he had anyone to talk to. Falling back into it made what he wanted to say to Tak so much simpler. Japanese had a proper way to say everything.

With one hand he began to unbutton his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders revealing the Itō Clan tattoo he bore. Kiyoshi was more beautiful than handsome though he possessed the height and breadth of shoulder to avoid looking effeminate. His torso was lean and well toned but it was not the body of a warrior. Without the shirt he did not seem quite so young and fragile as from his face alone. His large, dark and dilated eyes and the way he wore his hair to try and hide them always gave him a very youthful expression. Discarding the shirt he placed the palms of his hands against Tak's incredible sculpted chest and drew a steadying breath. “Hold me? Please?” He murmured softly. “I want to know your body... and I want you to know me as I know you.”

His hands began to stroke over Tak's skin, exploring the texture and the sharply defined contours of each muscle group. His skin stretched smooth, tight and perfect over every contour like a fine oiled leather. The muscles beneath were so hard it was like Tak was some statue of a warrior god. His fingertips lingered over Tak's hardened nipples with an excited murmur. “I should like to know how that feels,” he sighed. Everything about Takias was so different from himself, from the texture of his skin through the shape and scent of his body. It was hard to believe they were both even human, though strictly speaking neither of them were. Blessed or cursed, they were both Kami-touched.

Sensual and sexual were not quite the same thing though they often went together. Sensuality was the feel of Tak's perfect masculine body under his hands. Sexuality was not something that Kiyoshi had ever given much thought to before beyond necessary relief, never having anticipated having the opportunity to indulge in it. In fact, if he were not so distracted at that moment it would have disturbed him to realise that he had never anticipated maturing or growing old. He had lived his life with the ever present shadow of being caught by the vampires and that being the end of him. His hands had finished their exploration of Tack's chest and shoulders and drifted down his muscular back to the waist of his linen undergarment.

A threshold had been reached. Tak's strength and serene confidence gave Kiyoshi the courage to press on. “May I … know more of you Takias?” he whispered, his breath catching in his throat at the audacity of his request.

[Takias Kaneshiro]

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