Nocturne (Open Thread NC-17)

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

(( Whoops, accidentally posted as Lysander first. XD ))

The older man had been very glad he hadn't heeded the boy's words and had no doubt in his mind that Nami was glad for this, too. He pulled back, letting the substance slide down his throat and ignoring the taste. Just to be thorough, he ran his tongue over his lips and gently brushed the back of his hand over them afterwards. His eyes drifted back to the panting boy in front of him, giving him a soft smile. He shifted to assume his former position over the boy, pressing his lips to the others briefly a few times. Alyxandyr's own hand was wandering down to his own hips now as he gave the boy a deeper, longer kiss, pulling the button free and sliding donw the zipper.

"Love you, Nami..." He mumbled as he pulled back to breathe, running a hand through the boy's hair as the other carefully moved to rid himself of the dark jeans covering his legs. Soon, they fell to the foot of the bed, followed back the pair of black silk boxers that had been under them. It felt considerably better to be free of the restraints, now able to feel the smooth skin of Nami's thighs against his own. He ran a hand over the back of the boy's thigh, pressing one last kiss to the boy's lips. His curiosity had been fully satisfied. Nami had tasted just as nice as he had expected--better, even. He'd found the other boy was very 'vocal', too, which pleased him to no end. He loved the way the boy called his name as he'd hit his limit and desperately wanted to hear it again.

"Are you nervous, love?" He asked quietly, pressing his lips against the boy's cheek, directly under his eye. He was simply curious now. He'd never been with any virgin who hadn't been at least a partial nerve-wreck before this upcoming part. But, Nami was quite different from a lot of people he'd been with in so many different ways. He was hoping that this boy would be at least semi-prepared for this. Alyxandyr wasn't going to lie--it would hurt the poor boy at first. That was just a given. He could do little to ease that pain either until the blonde was used to him. The claiming bit wasn't going to be that pleasurable, either. That would be quite a bit of pain, too. But, both had to be done and he'd try to make it as easy on the other as he possibly could. The last thing he wanted to do was cause Nami any sort of pain.

[shinta]

Shinta had never let someone dress or undress him before, but here he was, being undressed by someone he didn’t even know very well. All he knew was the man’s name and that was it. His doctor was a complete mystery to him and Shinta wasn’t sure why he was letting this man do this to him. He was confused as to why he let this man easily take his clothes off and touch him as he pleased. The most confusing thing was that he wasn’t trying to stop all this. In fact, he was just as eager to do this as the man was. He had given this person his heart and he couldn’t get it back. Shinta had always been careful to keep his heart closed off from everyone. It was his most heavily guarded possession, yet he had given it up so easily. He had let someone in and the possibility of getting hurt had risen. At this time, he wasn’t sure if he could make himself care. Right now, making the man in front of him happy seemed like the most important thing. The boy slipped out of his jeans and ditched his socks. He was wearing nothing but the lacy outfit Lysander had seen him in before. The boy stood and walked over to the bed. He could see the way the other wanted to touch him some more. The other’s eyes were always on him and Shinta liked it that way.

“Ne, are you going to take my virginity now Lysander?” The boy asked cutely.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed giving Lysander his most adorable smile and looking like he was ready to be ravished. The boy’s shirt was hanging off again and he was practically naked. The undergarments he had on provided little cover and was made of flimsy material, so you could almost see through them. The boy knew what he was asking from Lysander. He wasn’t a moron. He knew the other wanted it too. The way the man stared at him and the way he touched him, it was only natural that Lysander wanted to take him. Surprisingly, he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t as scared as he was before either. He was ready to give himself to Lysander if that was what the man wanted. The boy was staring at his doctor and smiling at him. He spread his legs open a little and never once did his gaze falter.

“Sensei, I really love you,” the boy continued. “Do you want me? Do you want to claim my body as yours? Ne, Sensei, do you want to be inside me? I’ll let you if that’s what you want. Do you want that Lysander?”

There was no trace that Shinta was kidding. He really was offering himself to the older man. He had every intention of going through with this and letting Lysander take him. He wasn’t scared or nervous. He just wanted to be with this person. The boy was ready to do this for Lysander if that’s what the man asked of him.

[Nami Amakura]

Nami opened his eyes after a minute, the emerald eyes glossed over in bliss and anticipation. He looked up at Alyxandyr now, finding the man higher on top of him than in the last previous moments. He smiled in return for Alyxandyr's, giggling gently at the barrage of kisses against his lips. Emerald eyes sealed shut again as he was pulled into a longer kiss, the sound of zipping ringing in his ears. This was really happening, seconds were counting down Nami's virgin moments. Butterflies were returning to his once intoxicated-in-lust stomach, hands reaching up to place themselves on Alyxandyr's shoulders.

Nami's face had started to return to normal color since his glorious release, but now only reddened at the words spoken after the kiss. " Ahh......Love you too..." Nami whispered, smiling up at the older man as he felt a hand running in his hair. He heard the falling of the man's jeans and boxers, his face redding deeply as he gulped softly. The nervous feeling from before was returning as he gapped at Alyzandyr's own length. Would it fit in such a virgin entrance? Nami's mind was building walls to prevent the pain he ever so knew was coming, he read enough books and heard enough stories to know. This was what he wanted though, no backing out now.

Nami was tossed back into reality at the kiss under his eye, looking up into Alyxandyr's blue eyes with unsure emerald orbs. He nodded at the question, gulping his air again before he spoke in a shaky voice. " A...alittle..." He said in a voice mixed with nervousness, a bit of scared, and a dash of shake. He'd just have to hope that his friend's stories were true and that it felt better once the pain subsided. He didn't want to appear weak to Alyxandyr, but what was he to do? He'd never broken a bone before or even got serious hurt enough to cause the pain that he would probably feel in the next moments. It sounded scary enough to bring tears to his eyes, which he knew were going to fall once it started.

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander seemed momentarily disappointed momentarily as the boy moved out of his grasp. When he saw where the boy was going, though, the smile returned to his face. He picked himself up as the boy asked his question, turning to walk to the bed as well. He took a seat beside the boy, leaning over against the red-head's side and wrapping an arm around his lower back. He made a reach to place a kiss on the boy's cheek, his other hand moving to run up the inside of the closest of the boy's thighs. He finger tips drifted farther up the boy's thighs until he managed to brush his fingertips over a certain part of the boy's clothed anatomy. "That really would be nice."

He eyes drifted to the odd garment covering the boy's chest. Just another unneeded barrier between the two of them. Lysander started on it's removal, bringing his hand up from the boy's leg to free one button from it;'s place before sliding up to undo another and another. Patience was wearing thin in him as he finished with the garment. Whoever had designed the thing was definitely sadistic to put so many buttons on such a sexy garment meant for removal. He slid it off of the boy's torso and tossed it to the floor. His lips found the now exposed flesh, quite eager to get started now. He left a small line of kisses and nips on the boy's shoulder, closing his eyes. "Yes.. That's exactly what I want."

Next on the agenda was the boy's underwear. The fabric was cute, especially on the younger boy, but they would've looked much better when not around Shinta's hips. He moved his hand from around the boy's back, it aiding the other hand in gently tugging at the waistband of the piece of clothing. On the blonde's face was a mix between a 'puppy-dog pout' and a completely sexy, lustful gaze. He allowed his fingers to 'accidentally' brush against that aforementioned area once again, sliding a few fingers under the elastic now and then. "Care to sit up a bit so I can get these off?"

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

"Don't worry. I'm not going to say it won't hurt, because it will--quite a bit, or so I've been told. But it should feel better after a few minutes." He smiled, a bit concerned over how worked up the boy sounded. The blonde below him sounded quite a bit terrified of what was to come. In a way, it was cute and endearing, too. The boy was flat-out adorable and every little action he made only enhanced that. Every blush on the boy's cheeks only made the boy look more innocent that he did already. Every little moan and gasp coming from his lips made Alyxandyr want even more. He'd only known this boy for a little less than an hour and already he was addicted, in a sense. He felt so strongly attached to this boy and that, in itself, brought quite a bit of happiness to him. Being with one's mate really did have quite an effect on one's own mood and he was starting to experience that firsthand.

"Just try to relax. It hurts worse if you're tense." He smiled down at the boy before turning his head to look to the side of the bed, as if expecting something. A rather slow realization hit him, though. They weren't back at his home. The little bottle that was always present on the nightstand and quite handy and useful wasn't there. He couldn't imagine why he hadn't thought to pocket a bottle and bring it with him. Actually, that was a lie. The last place he expected to find his mate was on earth, so when he'd set out, eh hadn't planned on sleeping with anyone. But, as luck would have it, here they were, naked and just waiting. He gave a small sigh, lifting his fingers to his mouth to wet them. He'd have to make due with what was available. It wasn't the best alternative, but it was much better than taking the boy dry, that was for sure.

Alyxandyr lowered the moistened fingers to rest between the boy's legs again. He hesitated, pressing a kiss to the boy's chest as one fingertipped circled the boy's entrance. He was halted again by a moment of hesitated as he moved the digit inward. His free hand moved to take one of Nami, tightly interlocking their fingers as he moved the intruding finger a bit. His lips pressed even harder against the boy's chest, pressing a few kisses and sucking at the flesh in an attempt to work Nami's mind away from what he was doing with his hands. It probably wouldn't do much in the way of consolation, he knew, but he had to do something as he pushed the digit in a bit deeper.

[Nami Amakura]

Oh gee, make the poor boy more worried about this whole ordeal. Nami bit his bottom lip gently as his mind pondered what was yet to come. He was obvious Nami wasn't Alyxandyr's first, which slightly concerned the boy but he didn't worry about it. Soul Mates do tend to not find each other until now. In his mind, Nami was saying good-bye to the innocent boy who once used to sleep in this bed and Hello to the soul mate of Alyxandyr Demitrios. He nodded slightly when Alyxandyr told him to just relax, taking rather large breaths as he stared up at the smiling face. He watched the man look over for something, realizing what he was looking for.

Though before he could say anything, he could feel the slick digit slide inside. Nami, out of reflex, let out a cry of discomfort and the finger was met with restraint at first. Nami looked through wincing eyes as Alyxandyr tried to take his mind off it, his hands holding onto the other's tightly as he tried to relax. Eventually, Nami relaxed enough to give some form of looseness for the inward-bound digit. Nami's other hand clutched the silk sheets beneath him tightly, as tears clung to his eyes just begging to fall. This experience probably would run smoother--more like less rough--if Alyxandyr had what he needed.

" Nnn...i...in...t..top drawer...n...nightstand..." Nami panted out, his eyes opening half way to stare down at the gorgeous man about to make him someones. Inside that top drawer in Nami's nightstand was a few magazines, mostly fashion ones and some comic books. Though, a few bottles of hand cream, Vaseline, baby oil, and things were present as well. Nami liked his skin smooth, so he usually applied one or the other before he left his room in the morning. He never knew one would be useful in this type of situation. He just hoped Alyxandyr found what he needed.

[shinta]

“Lysander!” Cried out the boy when he felt the other touch him.

Shinta had never felt something like that before. It was an interested feeling when Lysander touched what was in between his legs. The experience was rather interesting and it made his cheeks become even more flushed than before. It seemed the room got hotter and hotter as Lysander kept touching him. He’d never realized contact with another person brought this much of a reaction out of his body. Shinta knew what was going to happen today. Even Lysander had confirmed it. He was going to lose his virginity to this man. Even though it was such a huge step, Shinta wasn’t worried. He was sure it’d be fine if he was with Lysander. The man wouldn’t hurt him. Shinta wasn’t sure how he knew this, but he just did. Much of what was happening right now made no sense. For all he knew, Lysander could be lying to get into his pants. Lysander could end up being a jerk and Shinta wouldn’t know. They hadn’t known each other very long. This man could leave after today and Shinta would never see him again. Somehow, though, he doubted these things. He had faith that Lysander would come back to him and that this was the person he should be with always. It was odd for him to be so certain about something, but he was. He felt his shirt being taken off and he didn’t even give a protest.

He arched back when he felt the other’s lips on his bare skin. Shinta had a sensitive neck and he wanted Lysander to get closer to it. When he felt the other tug on his underwear, he knew Lysander wanted it to come off. The boy had never liked this sort of underwear before, but he knew Lysander liked it. He supposed it was cute, but what made him want to wear it more often was the reaction he got out of Lysander. Speaking of reactions, the boy couldn’t help but moan when he felt the other touch him in a sensitive place again. He really liked it when Lysander did that. The boy slid off the bed and stood in front of Lysander. He pressed his lips against Lysander’s and proceeded to kiss him. With one arm around the other’s neck, he used the other hand to pull down his underwear. He let it fall to the ground and pushed Lysander back onto the bed. The red head straddled the other and released his lips.

The boy looked down at Lysander with a smile. He ran his hands over the other’s chest and let his hands just explore the other’s body. He wanted to memorize the feel of Lysander’s body and see if he could get a reaction out of him. Shinta wanted Lysander to call out his name again. He had liked it when the man had called out his name. The boy was sure this was right. Even though his brain was screaming for him to stop and that he couldn’t do this, his heart told him it was right, so he continued and for once, listened to what his heart told him.

“I love you Lysander,” the boy whispered.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

Alyxandyr looked up, pulling his lips from the boy's chest as he gave him directions to something or other. At first, not understanding what the boy meant, the realization set in. The Zercan smiled, moving to place a chaste, loving kiss on the boy's lips as he pulled both his hands away. He briefly crawled for the boy and to the side of the bed, pulling open the specified drawer in the nightstand. He pushed themagazines out of the way, spotting a few bottles. He pulled out one, gave it a small look before replacing it back in the drawer, deciding to use the contents of the next bottle he pulled out--the baby oil. He dropped a bit onto his finger, rubbing it between his index finger and thumb with a small smirk. That would be much better.

Carefully, he reassumed his position over Nami, another kiss placed on the boy's lips as his free hand brushed over one of blonde's cheeks. The white-haired man pulled back after a moment, both regaining breath lost in the kiss and flipping open the bottle of baby oil. He tilted the bottle over his palm, letting the clear lubricant pool there until he assumed he had a decent enough amount. His other hand promptly shut the bottle and tossed it to the side of the bed as the liquid spread over the man's fingers. He wrinkled his nose a bit at the smell of the liquid but didn't pay it any more mind before he gently guided the boy's legs over his hips to get a bit closer to Nami.

Again the moistened hand descended between the boy's leg, it's twin locking with one of Nami's own again. He hadn't minded the grip the boy had had on the limb moments earlier. It didn't really hurt that much, especially not in comparison he presumed. Again, Alyxandyr pushed the first finger inside slowly, trying his best not to hurt the teen. In the past, he wouldn't have cared about what anyone below him felt as long as he was getting his kicks out of the situation. Then again, most he'd slept with had not been nearly as pure as the boy currently with him and virgins were such delicate people. He didn't mind to take it slower and gentler with Nami while if he'd been put in this same situation quite a while ago with someone he didn't hold as dear to him, he would've been furious due to impatience. Nami was special though. This boy was his one and only whom he'd waited quite some time for already. He could stand to wait a bit longer.

His lips found the boy's neck, placing a few kisses on various spots. The boy hadn't taken well to the solitary finger the first time and he dreaded his next movement. With a small sigh, his breath hot against the crook of the blonde's mouth, he pressed the second moistened digit inside the boy, hesitating momentarily before he separated the two a bit. Alyxandyr had no doubt in his mind that the action was probably quite the bitch to experience but, in the long run, he guessed the pain would've been well worth it than to endure the older man taking him without such a preparation.

[Lysander Sotiros]

A smile came onto the man's face as he heard the cry fall from Shinta's lips. He could've heard the boy call his name like that, over and over again, and never, ever get tired of it. He wanted to hear it again soon. The smile on Lysander's lips slid into a smirk as the boy's lips again parted to give up a moan. He loved the reactions he was meriting from the boy. He wanted more and more. His wish was granted, too, as the red-haired teen slid odd the bed and slid the underwear off of him. His eyes wandered Shinta's body before his back made contact with the bed behind him.

"I love you, too, Shinta." He smiled, a shiver running down his spine as the small hands drifted over his chest. The doctor loved how the other was touching him. Lysander, deciding he'd pay Shinta a bit of attention as well, lifted his hands to run down the surves of the boy's body slowly, stopping at the other's hips. His left hand slid a bit farther back to make a grab at Shinta's backside and the other slid forward. Fingers gently ran up the boy's length and down again before drifting over his lower stomach. Much the same way as the redhead wanted to hear his name called, Lysander wanted to hear the other moan his name. It was like a little bet to himself, to see who would give in first.

"You're so beautiful.." The man's hands fell back to the bed, propping himself with one limb and reaching down to work off his own pair of boxers. He occupied himself by making a reach to take the other's lips in his own, pulling Shinta into a heated kiss as he struggled to remove the article of clothing. While not quite the easiest task he'd ever completed, by the time the kiss had ended, the underwear has slid past his thighs, calves, and into the floor with the rest of his clothes. The hand previously working with the clothing moved to Shinta's head, curling hair around his fingers as he pressed his lips back against the boy's, simply unable to get enough of his taste.

[Nami Amakura]

Nami gasped out as the finger was taken out of him now gapping entrance, huffing and puffing his needed breath at the moments relaxation. If he couldn't handle one finger, Alyxandyr's length looked like a monster compared to the slim digit! Nami watched as Alyxandyr shuffled through the drawer, his mind racing at ways to will the pain away. He figured once he'd get used it it, it wouldn't be a problem. Using saliva as a lubricant wasn't a wise idea, hence the reason Nami brought up the now bottle of baby oil in the man's hands. At least it would go in smoother, as long as he remained relaxed as the man asked. He watched Alyxandyr test the oil in his fingers, a blush forming on top of his already red cheeks.

Nami nibbled on his lip gently as the man returned on top on him, releasing his lip as a kiss was planted on them instead. Nami huffed and puffed his breathing as he watched the man ready the oil, squirming gently underneath him. For only knowing this man a good thirty minutes, Nami felt alright with this. He wasn't the type to give it up on a first date, but a first meeting? Nami could feel the connection between this man and him, so it was alright. Alyxandyr was already throwing flattery, compliments, and loving attention at him so could his heart be won over so quickly? The answer came to Nami as he felt his legs being pulled around the waist's hips. Yes.

Nami watched as the hand coated in the oil vanished beneath him, gulping at the knowledge of where it was going on it's journey. He looked over at Alyxandyr's other hand, which was lacing fingers around his own. He smiled up at the man, rather glad the hand returned as the finger pushed in. He cried out in a yelp, though the finger slid in easily and with little resistance this time. Nami clutched at the hand in his, trying to focus his mind on something else through closed eye lids. He evened out his breathing, squirming underneath the man as the finger continued inside of him which made him groan out of enjoyment now than pain. He was actually getting used to this. Though that was until something new happened.

The sigh and the breath against his skin should have tipped him off, as he cried out a bit louder this time as the second finger advanced in. This was a bit painful, he had never stretched out this far ever. He winced at the pain the processed through his head, his grip on the hand tightened a bit as he tried to remain relaxed for the fingers. He knew Alyxandyr had good intentions, prepping him now was going to take some pain away when the man eventually did slide himself in. When the fingers decided to part a bit, Nami nearly tossed his waist up in the air, gritting his teeth in discomfort and new pain. He didn't mean to collapse against the fingers now, and panted loudly to loosen up for them. He had to be strong for Alyxandyr, he had to show he was worth the man's searching.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

Alyxandyr's slim fingers remained in position for just a moment, trying to spread the boy as much as he could without putting Nami in too much pain. When he figured that he'd done enough, he pulled the fingers out of the boy, leaning over to place a loving kiss on the blonde's cheek. The hand laced with the other's came free, moving to rest with his palm spread against the bed's surface next to the younger boy's head. The other hand, palm still covered in the slick oil, slid quickly over his own erection. May as well be thorough. He wanted this to go as smooth as possible--quite literally, at that--and so far, this plan was succeeding.

"I love you.. So much." He mumbled, quickly pressing his lips to the others between words once, twice, and the third deeper after he finished talking. He thoroughly explored the boy's mouth as his other hand moved to rest on the back of Nami's thigh. When he pulled back for breath, he smiled. Finally, it was time for him to take this boy as his own. He'd always wondered what it would feel like to be inside his mate and now he was partially trembling in excitement at the anticipation. He lips traveled down the boy's chin and to his neck, finding a patch of skin halfdown down the rightside of Nami's neck, and sucked on it. The gentleness and cautiousness was partially gone as his lips pulled at the skin and his lips ran over it, finding just enough time for a slight nibble now and then. Though, the gesture wasn't meant to be painful. It was purely lust-driven by this point.

Alyxandyr preoccupied himself for but only a few short moments before he carefully pushing himself inside the boy below him. He pushed in slowly, trying to be as gentle as humanly possible. A gasp of sorts pushed itself past soft lips as the pleasurable feeling swept over Alyxandyr's body. He wanted to start immediately, but for the sake of Nami, he controlled himself. There weren't words to describe the feeling that the man could immediately find. He was sure that he'd next find them, actually. The best part hadn't even begun yet and he already had quite an amazing feeling just being joined with the one meant for him. To be one with his one and only in such a way was just bliss.

"Nnh.. I love you, Nami." The same words fell from his mouth, the initial feeling still leaving him unable to form any other coherent sentence. After a small bit of time and a little bit of shifting around to make it easier for the blonde, he pressed his lips against the boy's skin again, "Are you ready?"

[Nami Amakura]

Nami panted and quivered as the fingers remained spread inside of him, but gasped as they were withdrawn. He let out a breath he had been holding, wondering how he was ever going to do this. His eyes opened finally, able to catch the sight of the kiss to his cheek which made him smile. At least Alyxandyr wasn't putting him in too much pain, they storied he heard were alittle over exaggerated. Nami watched as Alyxandyr moved again, emerald eyes slowly sliding down the man's frame to watch him prepare himself. This was it, Nami said one final good-bye to his virginity in his head, thanking a higher being that Alyxandyr was being gentle with him.

He was brought out of his crazed mental thoughts by Alyxandyr's voice saying he loved him, which made his smile shortly before kisses were forced to hide the smile. Nami slid his eyes closed as he allowed Alyxandyr to explore, his leg shivering gently as Alyxandyr placed his hand against his skin. Nami panted his breathing in once the kiss was broken, watching Alyxandyr travel down a bit and gasped as he pulled at his skin. " Ahh....I...love you too...." Nami panted out, as he braced himself mentally for the events that were to come. Finally, he'd be one with Alyxandyr.

Nami's breath got caught in mid-cry as he felt the stretching as Alyxandyr entered him, unable to breath or whimper as he felt the slick erection sliding inside of him. When he was able to finally let the air in his throat out, it was in the form of a pained moan as his hands gripped the sheets tightly as a form of willing the pain away. Stars and dots of white and color were forming around Nami's eyes, eyes that fluttered wildly until they eventually stayed closed as he started to adjust to the length in him. He squirmed and moved a bit which accidentally slid the erection out not even a smallest amount and sent the boy's eyes into a wild tempest. This was going to be some experience.

"Gahh.....I....I love you too, Alyx...andyr..." Nami panted out, opening his eyes half-way as his chest bounced from his ragged breathing. After a moment of the adjusting and getting used to, Nami was already willing the pain away and gazing down at Alyxandyr when the man posed the question to him. "....Y......yes...." Nami replied in a small whisper, a smile of his face as he looked down at his mate. His other half.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

Alyxandyr nodded his head slightly as the boy's quiet response came. He had been waiting and waiting for this for years now and finally, he was getting what both his body and mind longed for. This boy wasn't going to make him wait any longer and for that he was quite thankful. His fingertips pressed a bit harder against the back of the boy's thigh as he carefuly shifted his hips to pull out of the boy just enough before pushing back inside him. The motion was repeated, slow and as gentle as the white-haired man could manage. His hand slid up the boy's thigh to clutch at Nami's hips, a small, quieter groan escaping from his lips. Gods, it felt so nice..

Nothing could compare to the feeling, really. Sure, sex felt nice with just about anyone, but the two of them were made specifically for each other. When the love and meaning was actually there in a relationship--no matter now long they had known each other--the pure ecstacy from the act was overwhelming. He'd picked up just a bit of speed in his rhythm, still going comparatively slow, his lips having moved farther down the boy's neck. His tongue washed over the skin at the crook of Nami's neck, occasionally letting a hot breath touch the skin as this sense of pleasure overcame all of his senses. With each thrust, he pushed deeper, gently hitting that certain sensitive spot occasionally.

Being quite preoccupied at the sensation overcoming his body in waves, he'd barely noticed himself gently biting the skin underneath his lips. His eyes were half-open, glazed over with lust already. Even now, just being inside the boy was not enough to satisfy his mind. Sure, it was damn close, but when one looked at it, it didn't hold too much symbolism there. He'd done this same kind of thing with many people before Nami. The one thing he hadn't done? He'd never left his mark on any of them. There had been a few that insisted on it. One boy--who's name was long forgotten by now--had insisted that the two of them were 'mates' and had been 'certain' that they were 'meant to be'. He'd tried his hardest to get the older Zercan to claim him, but after that statement, the man had just broken off that certain relationship without any sort of regrets. Such a naive and misguided little fool suddenly had made him lose interest.

"Ahnn... Nami.. I-I'm sorry. It'll... hurt..." He spoke, amazed he could find words as lost in the moment as he was. However, pure instinct had already taken control of him as the last word was spoken, his tongue lapping over the already chosen spot on the boy's neck. His eyes slid closed completely, first starting out with a slightly forceful nip at the spot in his hesitation before biting down hard enough to break the skin. He gave a small wince as the coppery taste of blood first hit his tongue. Alyxandyr had never wanted to hurt this precious little mate of his, but he couldn't bring the beautiful boy back to Zerca unmarked. That would cause too many problems. At least, with the mark at the boy's neck, he would have some little protection against anyone trying to take him away.

[Nami Amakura]

Nami suddenly hissed his breath in through his teeth as the event finally started, the feeling of emptiness forming when Alyxandyr pulled out and the sudden feeling of fullness followed soon after, which caused the boy to groan out loud as his nails scrapped against the sheets below. His legs bobbed and dangled at Alyxandyr's hips, as with each thrust in Nami would gasp louder as the pain slowly faded away. It lingered--probably through most of the ordeal--but not enough to make him cry out in a furry of pains, it was actually starting to feel good as Alyxandyr picked up some speed. Now he was moaning and groaning in slightly high pitched vocals, his arms draping over Alyxandyr's shoulder as he felt the hotness of breath and the man's tounge against his neck. Nami'd cry out louder and tighten himself a bit whenever Alyxandyr hit something that made his eyes flutter and close in pleasure.

Nami was panting in heavy breaths, a stream of saliva was want and hunger leaking from the side of his mouth as he rocked with the man's rhythm. Nami could feel teeth against his skin, the slight pressure noticeable and was actually a bit sensual. Nami gripped Alyxandyr's back with his nails, pressing down gently as he continued to pant loudly until he heard Alyxandyr say something about hurting. The pain was practically gone what pain would happen now. Nami didn't heed the kind of pain the man was talking about, his body quivering and shivering at the licking on his neck and the thrusts into his body. He winced at the small nip at his skin, thinking it off as a love bite until what followed it. " Ahhhnnnahhhh!!! "

That kind of pain was not thought of. Tears finally spilled from his now glossy emerald orbs, falling in droplets onto the bed as Nami's nails clawed up Alyxandyr's back. The cry--more like a scream--forced Nami to tighten up around Alyxandyr, sobs and whimpers forming in his throat as tears spilled constantly causing his eyes to blur up. Nami's nails dug hard into Alyxandyr's back, as the poor--and now bleeding--body sobbed as he felt slightly betrayed. He didn't expect Alyxandyr to do this, a small pain in his heart formed.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

A mix between a hiss and a moan pushed past his lips as almost simultaneously, Nami's nails ran down his back and the boy tightened around him as the movement of his hips continued. He bent his head back down to the wound, though, and ran his tongue over it to clear it of a bit of the rather foul-tasting blood. Alyxandyr knew exactly what the other felt. He was hurt--not just physically, either. In specific, he had hurt Nami and made him cry. This bit of information made him slightly sad even though he really hadn't done anything wrong. The other, of course, didn't understand that, though. He didn't expect him to. On earth, they had marriage and whatnot. humans usually didn't leave marks on each other to show their love for each other. He'd have to give the boy a better explanation of that later and apologize for not telling him, but he hadn't wanted the boy to worry about it. His planning had proved horrible, though, and now he had long, red marks over his back that burnt like hell and a very sad mate. "I c-can't explain it now, but.. I don't want you.. to hurt... Please, don't cry.."

He moved his hand to wiped away the tears on the boy's cheeks, quite a bit of concern present on his face despite the man's ragged breath and red-tinted cheeks. Had he not been in the middle of something, he would've just pulled the boy to his chest and held him for a long time. He would've tried to clam the boy as best he could, but this was all he could offer at the moment. Later, he'd understand why. Maybe he wouldn't feel so betrayed anymore. Then again, he could see where it may as well just make it even worse. He couldn't imagine how the boy would take to the news of being pregnant. He just hoped Nami would accept the idea and go about the normal things like obsessing over picking names or the color of a room for the baby.. or whatever life-givers did. He was rather foggy on the details himself.

The look of concern didn't fade as Alyxandyr's hips continued to thrust into the boy, going at a decent enough speed now, the motions a bit harder than they had been before but still not as painfully so as he could've and would've liked to have done. This was good for now, though. He wouldn't want to hurt the boy, after all. After the first few times, it would be easier to do the things he wanted with the boy, but from right now, making sure that the blonde was feeling wonderful and loved was the number one priority. It worked in both ways, though. The small groans of pleasure kept escaping from the Zercan's mouth, considerably lower in pitch than the other's. His hand, having now returned to the bed, gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white from the force.