Foxfire (Nine Tails, 1) (9 page)

Hiro kissed him again, then began to
pull him to the grass. “I’m a grown man who should’ve been fucking
for years. Yes, I’m sure.” He reclined on the grass, unbuttoning
his shirt before throwing it and the suit jacket off. “Don’t you
want me? You’ve watched me, I know.”

Masaki knelt and watched him
undressing. “Who told you that?”

“
My brother. And
Inari.”

“
So Inari did come to
you.”

“
Yes. I wasn’t going to
tell, but we promised honesty. He gave me the power to feel you
watching.”

“
Really?”

Hiro grew tired of talking. He’d never
been so turned on in his life. He couldn’t explain it—he just
needed relief, to feel Masaki inside him. “Yes. This afternoon, you
watched me dress. I was embarrassed, but then I felt empowered.
I’ve never felt attractive, not really.” His cock pressed against
his zipper. “I thought of you as I jerked off, imagined you
watching. Made me come hard.”

“
You are attractive.
You’re beautiful.” He licked his lips. “Especially when you come. I
enjoy watching you, no matter what you’re doing.” Masaki finally
took his own suit jacket off. “Are you upset?”

“
I was at first, but now I
don’t care. I like how much you want me.” He’d already kicked his
shoes off, and now he pushed his boxers and pants down. His cock
sprang out, slapping his belly. “Turned me on so much when I felt
you watching me.” Hiro reached out and unbuttoned Masaki’s shirt.
“Your body’s amazing. Inari let me watch you in the
shower.”

Masaki’s eyes went wide with shock.
“What else did you two do?”

“
Nothing. He pretended he
wanted to seduce me, a test. But I felt I was safe. Just knew it.”
Hiro pushed Masaki’s shirt off. “He loves you.”

“
Yes.”

“
You’ve made love with
him? Her?” Hiro believed it had to be true, but he needed to hear
it.

“
Yes, but only as a man.”
Masaki took Hiro’s face in his hands. “But that’s over. My love for
my god is a different thing.”

“
I can live with that.”
Hiro leaned back. “Touch me.”

Masaki moved on top of Hiro, fingers
dancing over his chest. Soon his mouth replaced them. “What’s
gotten into you?” he asked.

Hiro moaned. “Denied myself too long.”
He ran his hand into Masaki’s hair. “I like you. So much. You’re
too sweet to be real.”

“
Too sweet, huh?” Masaki
moved lower and took Hiro’s cock into his mouth, pushing Hiro’s
legs up so he could finger his hole.

Hiro gasped. For years he’d imagined
how it would feel for a man to touch him there, but the reality
took his breath away. For a moment, his body burned again, the
tingling making him squirm. Masaki pulled back and looked at him
before moving his mouth lower. He rimmed Hiro, working the ring of
muscle, and then his tongue entered Hiro. Chills moved up his body,
but his balls ached with seed.

“
Mmmm, too much,” Hiro
muttered, but this only encouraged Masaki.

Masaki pushed his tongue deep, so deep
Hiro shivered. Masaki’s fingers wrapped around Hiro’s cock, pumping
it. Hiro tried to get him to slow down, but Masaki refused. He
finally pulled back only to capture Hiro’s cock in his mouth again,
letting the head and shaft go down his throat. Hiro screamed and
bucked, his hips moving of their own free will. He twisted his
fingers in Masaki’s hair, and Masaki dug his fingers into Hiro’s
ass before moving one hand so he could toy with Hiro’s
hole.

Hiro could feel his hole clenching as
Masaki worked a finger into him. He wanted Masaki’s cock, but he
knew he was about to shoot. Masaki fucked him with two fingers now,
and Hiro moaned the kitsune’s name as he arched and spilled his
seed. Masaki sucked down every drop, then moved up Hiro’s trembling
body. He kissed Hiro with surprising tenderness and held him until
the shaking stopped.

“
Is it always that good?”
Hiro asked, looking up into Masaki’s eyes.

“
I’ll ensure it always
is.” Masaki finished stripping, stroking his own cock. “Every
single time.”

Hiro shifted to touch Masaki, enjoying
the feel of rippling muscle under his hand. “May I touch your
cock?”

* * * *

Masaki sighed and took Hiro’s hand,
guiding it to his shaft. “You never have to ask to touch
me.”

Hiro stroked Masaki, his eyes fixed on
Masaki’s cock. “You’re so hard.”

“
That’s your fault, but
you’ll be able to help me here soon.” Masaki pushed him back onto
the grass. He held out his hand, a small bottle of lube appearing.
He squirted some on his fingers and began massaging Hiro’s hole,
which was already relaxed from their earlier play.

“
Can you do that with
anything?” Hiro asked.

“
Yes, anything I need.” He
slid two fingers inside, angling for Hiro’s prostate. He wanted his
eager little lover to come again, wanted to see it. “I did love
watching you. Love seeing you come.”

Hiro shivered. He squirmed, but then
he shivered again.

“
Are you cold?” Masaki
asked gently.

Hiro nodded. “Yeah. Not sure
why.”

The night air was warm, but Masaki
still summoned the foxfire orbs back. They floated close by, giving
off more heat than usual, as Masaki willed them to. Hiro stopped
shivering soon. Masaki leaned down to look at his chest. “Something
did bite you.” A small red spot sat over his heart, and it looked
inflamed. “I’ll see to it later.” He kissed Hiro’s clavicle,
working his way down slowly. He adored the taste of Hiro’s
skin.

Hiro was hard again, and he pumped his
cock. “Yeah, see to this first.”

Masaki chuckled as he brought them
face to face again. “A demanding lover, I see.”

“
Damn right,” Hiro said,
though with a tender note in his voice. Hiro reached up and touched
Masaki’s face. “I was flippant before, about how long I waited, but
waiting did mean something to me. So does this.” He brushed a kiss
to Masaki’s lips. “It’s special.”

“
Of course it is. You’re
giving me a gift.”

Hiro snorted. “I’m not a
girl.”

“
Still a gift, a beautiful
one.” Masaki spread Hiro’s cheeks and entered him, pushing past the
ring of muscle quickly.

Hiro gasped and stiffened, but he
nodded to tell Masaki to keep going. Hiro was so tight even the
lube didn’t eliminate all the friction, and it took a while for
Masaki to work into him. Once he was fully seated, Masaki leaned
down and kissed him. Hiro still shivered a bit, and Masaki wrapped
his arms around him. They moved together slowly, Hiro drawing a few
sharp breaths. Soon, moans replaced the quick intakes. Hiro rubbed
against him, kissing his neck.

Masaki sighed at the loving touch, the
moment so perfect he couldn’t hold back. He moved faster, losing
himself in Hiro’s body. They both trembled soon, and he felt a hot
splash of cum between them just as Hiro cried out again. Masaki
buried himself deep as his lover came, and he too spilled, filling
Hiro’s clenching hole with his seed. They kissed, much more
passionately than before, and Hiro clung to him. Masaki rolled them
so that Hiro lay atop him, and they rested there in a silence a
while.

Then Hiro began shaking, and he
struggled to get up.

“
What’s wrong?” Masaki
asked, noting that Hiro had grown pale.

“
Still cold. Don’t know
why.” He put the suit jacket back on and wrapped his arms around
his legs. He scratched his chest. “Itching. Burning.” He glanced
down. “I must be having a reaction. Maybe it was a
spider?”

Masaki looked at the red spot again.
“I don’t know, but you need a doctor.”

“
You think? I felt fine
until a moment ago.”

“
Your senses were
overloaded. You began scratching while we were still in Tokyo, and
you had chills earlier. We need to be sure.” Without asking
permission or bothering with any of their clothes, Masaki hefted
Hiro into his arms and carried him into the house. A yokai appeared
and followed them, awaiting orders.

“
Summon my
doctor.”

Hiro didn’t protest, leaning his
forehead on Masaki’s shoulder. “You have a doctor?”

“
Yes. Magic cannot fix
absolutely everything.”

Hiro shivered. “So cold.” He put his
arms around Masaki’s neck. “Stay with me.”

“
Of course. Don’t be
scared. It might be nothing, a sudden chill or virus.”

They reached his room, and Masaki
paused. “May I enter?”

Hiro nodded. “Yes. Anyone can enter.
It’s fine.”

Masaki took him in, willing the covers
to draw down. He placed Hiro on the bed, noticing the semen all
over him. If things had been different, he’d likely be licking the
seed from his young lover’s body, but now was not the time for such
thoughts. He grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in warm water,
quickly cleaning Hiro and then pulling the covers over him. At a
thought from him, two yokai brought more blankets and spread them
over the bed while Masaki cleaned himself. He slipped into a simple
linen kimono and went back to Hiro’s side.

“
Masaki.”

Masaki looked up when he heard the
powerful voice, which he knew came from a very small man. Toyohiko,
who had been his doctor for hundreds of years, stood in the
doorway. He bowed, and Masaki gestured him forward. “Thank you for
coming, Toyohiko.” He bowed without rising. “His illness is too
sudden for me to call a human doctor.”

Hiro looked at Masaki. “You told me
not to worry.”

Masaki gave an apologetic look and
kissed his forehead. “So that you wouldn’t be afraid. Forgive
me.”

* * * *

Hiro swallowed, his throat burning.
“All right. It’s not important.” He looked to Toyohiko, who
appeared to be ancient, maybe close to a hundred years old, based
on his looks. The man wore yellow Buddhist robes. “You’re not a
human doctor?”

“
Oh no. I was mortal,
once, but no more.” He waved his hands dismissively. “Enough of
that. Stories later. What’s wrong?”

“
I have a strange mark on
my chest. It itches and burns. My entire body does at times. I’m
cold, colder than I’ve ever been.”

The doctor leaned forward and drew
back the covers. He touched the flesh and pinched it.
“Pain?”

“
No.” The way the spot had
felt earlier, it amazed Hiro the man’s touch didn’t
hurt.

Toyohiko withdrew a pin from a small
bag, which Hiro had not noticed until then, and held it up. “Just a
small prick, to test. Not deep.” He stuck Hiro with the pin and
withdrew quickly. A few drops of black liquid came from the spot,
and Toyohiko dapped at them with a white cloth he pulled from his
little bag.

“
Have you offended anyone,
my friend?” the doctor asked, looking up at Masaki.

“
Not that I know of,”
Masaki said.

“
Someone means you both
harm. A spell.” He felt Hiro’s forehead and cheeks. “Have you
spurned advances? The smell of sex is still in the air. Jealousy
could be the root.”

“
No. I’ve had no lover but
Inari for decades.”

“
Hmmm.”

Masaki sat up taller. “Our kami would
never hurt another out of jealousy. You know this well.”

Toyohiko gave another dismissive wave.
“I’m thinking. Lady Inari will be just as angry one you love has
been hurt.” He rummaged in his bag. “Incense. We must light it and
keep watch. Where is our lady?”

“
I am here.”

Hiro looked up, seeing Inari in female
form again, her face concerned and compassionate. She came to stand
by Masaki, a hand on his shoulder. “The yokai came to me. What can
I do?”

“
Can you lift it?” the
doctor asked.

Inari touched the spot, closing her
eyes. “No. It’s not a simple spell. It’s personal.”

“
Personal?” Hiro asked,
truly growing afraid now. What chance did he have if a kami could
not help him?

“
Blood or hair has been
used,” Masaki explained, his gaze on Hiro’s face. He scowled, then
rubbed his hand down his face, sighing. “My lady, I have offended
no one. Not knowingly.”

“
I believe you. You
wouldn’t let him suffer to hide any shame.” A chair appeared behind
Inari, and she sat, smoothing her blue silk kimono. “I shall
stay.”

Hiro pulled the blankets up, his head
aching as he trembled from the cold. “Could I have done something
wrong?”

Masaki shook his head. “No. You didn’t
bring this on yourself. It’s the work of another.”

Hiro’s mind clouded. Something hovered
there, something he should tell them, but it slipped away. He
burrowed into the covers, wishing he was still out in the clearing
in Masaki’s arms. Resentment filled him. This strange illness was
ruining everything. A kind, handsome man had just made love to him,
but then the happy moment had been shattered. He didn’t understand
why this was happening, and soon a fitful sleep took him as the
voices in the room lulled him into slumber. He reached for Masaki
before losing consciousness, clutching the hand of the man who made
him feel worthy of the kind of love he wanted.