Hayate groaned into Fai’s welcoming kiss, feeling his tongue enter his mouth and he gladly took hold of it. He flicked his a little, teasing, holding back some, knowing exactly what to do to make someone always wanting more. He then turned his head slightly breaking the kiss again and trailed a long finger down Fai’s neck. He reached up and planted a kiss there, teeth slightly biting into Fai’s skin as his lips left a deep reddish mark upon his neck. Yes, this was Hayate’s trademark after all, having given every woman he slept one a good hickey right before he divided and conquered them in bed. Everyone in the whole brothel knew that, it was pretty much how he kept score.
Yes, no more waiting. He was ready to make that prudish girl a woman!
Hayate moaned loudly feeling the hand roam down his chest and across his hip. The touch made his belly leap all of a sudden, a tremor that ran down the length of him all the way to his toes. He curled them in ecstasy, feeling a part of him waken below his waist, erected against the heavy body on top of him. It looked almost like there was blood splattered on his cheeks and neck as the blush quickened. Never in all his years of making love to a woman had he felt such fire. His lust was raging. It had always been feigned passion with everyone else. Yes he could be stimulated and everything would work in the proper order, but there was something more to this as if his soul wasn’t his own and belonged to the person he was devouring in his bed.
Hayate suddenly bucked his hips against Fai’s torso, thrusting upwards, mimicking the act of lovemaking, almost to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. His legs had found their way around Fai’s waist, a spare hand stroking the length of Fai’s hip, squeezing tenderly on the plump backside of his buttock. Oh gods he was going to explode if he didn’t get any release soon…too late…
Then as if someone pulled a blindfold from Hayate’s eyes, the picture in front of him cleared, and he blinked looking up, perplexed. He pulled back a little, studying the person on top of him. Definitely wasn’t Lydia. And this person, Hayate thought fumbling around until he knew for sure…definitely wasn’t a woman either…
It was...Fai...?
The sound of light laughter filled the mess hall as a few worn and tired prostitutes finished for the day sat around drinking and telling rowdy stories. Most of them worked nights, but there were a few who didn’t, liking to get all their clients in before the sun set. For them the night meant pretty much they could do anything they want to. The doors to the outside walkway fully open and the sound of crickets chirping nearby left them all with a sense of peace and quiet that was soothing to their souls. A bird fluttered through the treetops, in the distance there was a slight pounding in one of the nearest rooms, and one of the men, a young boy by the looks of him too excited to be drinking with his cup filled to the brim suddenly splashed it all down his front as a scream tore through the whole countryside…
Hayate was up in a flash, body wet with sweat, hair standing up every which way, the look of murder written all over his face. He stood there on the bed facing Fai, a pillow in front of his naked body covering the fact he had just made a mess all over the bastard he had come to loathe the most. Now he had a million other reasons for hating him. He pointed a finger at the other man in accusation, his hand shaking, his face two shades lighter than it normal was.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU PRICK?!�
Hayate looked himself over the shame and sickness of what just happened making him want to jump off a tall building. Or hang himself. He was frozen again in horror. No, it couldn't be possible. His body had a weird reflex when a good looking man came near. There was no way he could control it, and no way he could have just made out...or made love--he blanched again--to this asshole!
Hayate looked at Fai, then to his robe that was lying in a heap on the floor, the crinkled sheets, the smear of rose petals, the scent of Fai on his own body, the wet stains on…
“YOU BASTARD!� Hayate screamed jumping back, bare bottom hitting the wall.
“You…you…you...�
He couldn’t put what just happened into words. Fai had done some kind of…he didn’t know, trickery, and made love to him! Holy hell! Wait, maybe they didn't go that far, his butt didn't hurt, but he couldn't excuse the fact there was proof all over the place...oh gods, please let this be some horrible nightmare. He knew he pissed the bastard off enough times, but he didn’t think Fai would actually go through with the act and destroy what was left of his...his...innocence. well, if there was any to begin with.
“You…you…you used some kind of sexual voodoo on me, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU!� Hayate looked around franticly again half expecting Lydia to pop out at any moment. But no, he had been dreaming about her, and that perverted bastard had…had…
Hayate froze and gingerly touched his swollen lips. Those had been Fai's kisses, not Lydia's. No, it wasn't true! It wasn't possible!
Another wave of nausea hit him like nothing he ever felt before, and he slid down onto the bed, curling his knees up to his chin, looking to all the world as if he had lost his mind.
(ooc: I think that qualifies as R rated. lmao. Sorry got carried away. *coughs* I guess you know what "too late" meant. Hayate thinks they made love because well you know... *coughs* lol Feel free to move him about if you have to! Woah, the title of this whole thread now really fits what is going on! *dies laughing*)