"So, you up to it, Kaede?" Rodman smiled. "Kaede, Kaede... What does that mean anyway?"

"Huh? Uh, it means 'maple'..."

"Maple." Rodman echoed the word. "Maple to represent Autumn. Hmm, now that Autumn has gone, I think it's time to move on to Winter, isn't that right? And just like the seasons, one must grow up..."

And with those words, he moved his body near Rukawa and leaned in for a kiss.

Tongue danced, aggressive for the elder of the two. His lust seemed unrestrained even in such a manner, showing exactly how dominating he could be. His dark hands cradled gently the boy's face then moved on to the silken hair. But the carnality he promised quickly surfaced as he grabbed a fistful of hair with the possessiveness of an alpha male.

They parted in what seemed to be many years later, almost unable to breathe anymore from the lip connection they just shared. Rodman smirked, letting Rukawa's lips feel it, as he looked directly into midnight blue eyes. "You taste good, Kaede."

Rukawa, nearly swooning from the kiss, could only breathe in and out, his warm misty breath touching Rodman's lips. Something was being awakened in him - something that would have been frowned upon the world.

Rodman took the silence for encouragement as he moved his lips lower, nipping at Rukawa's jaw line, licking and tasting the pale flesh. His hands travelled downward from gripping the hair. They moved to Rukawa's neck to his back, marvelling silently at how smooth and how slim. The boy was like those geishas he'd learned about from Japanese-themed movies. Those women who were born only to please...

Rukawa closed his eyes and arched his back once the man sucked on a sensitive spot on his neck. He recalled how much Akira had known this spot - and tormented him because of it. He tried to hold it back - but it escaped - the moan that used to please his former lovers.

Rodman smiled within his ministrations. And he pulled back because of it, a smirk on his face. "Your lovers must have loved you so much. What with a sensitive body such as this..." And with those words, his hands travelled down more, carving gently the spine on the boy's back - something that made Rukawa shiver in his arms. His smirk grew further, pleased beyond limits - and he willed his hands to travel more - to that small of Rukawa's back and finally to the beginning of the curve to Rukawa's posterior.

Rukawa couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise at that. It was not like he hadn't experienced it enough. He'd had possessive and aggressive lovers before. But to allow a near stranger...

He didn't have any more opportunity to think as those hands travelled away from his back and moved slowly to his front. The strong fingers massaged his shoulders then moved down to his chest, both hands stopping briefly to roll his nipples. Then those hands went down further and felt his form, down and down until the band of his shorts. Rukawa looked up, his eyes lusted from the touches, and saw first the smirk, before a brave hand ventured further and grabbed his soon-to-be-awakened member. Rukawa gasped and swooned forward, into the ready shoulder of Rodman.

"Oh, for the love of every god out there..." Rodman was extremely pleased at finding a Christmas lover such as this one. "You're delicious, you know that?"

<Oh god, oh god, oh god...> Rukawa felt himself tensing as the hand massaged his head. Those skilled fingers applied the right pressure, awakening his own lust. Becoming half-erect, the fingers skilfully pulled down on the shaft until it squeezed the base meaningfully. Rukawa moaned, sightless as he looked blankly at the view at the back of Rodman.

"You know I'd keep you if I can. If I can." Rodman grinned before licking at the exposed shoulder presented to his lips. He bent his head down and bit lightly on the hollow between the shoulder and the neck. Another shiver ran through Rukawa's body and again Rodman congratulated himself on finding a great holiday lover.

Rukawa took a deep breath. He heard the comment and was determined to answer it. He breathed deeply before speaking. "But you can't keep me. Because life is more complicated than that."

"Yes, that is so." Rodman could only say before tangling his other hand on Rukawa's hair, possessive as it grasped a fistful yet again. He pulled Rukawa's head back so his face was turned up to the ceiling of the patio. Grinning at his luck, he first looked into smouldered eyes before claiming the lips of the boy.

Rukawa moaned. Even if he was being kissed by the insistent lips of the man, he moaned. Because the hand that held his erection was becoming more demanding, harsh in its ministrations. The hand stroked him in long powerful strokes, up and down, until it seemed he couldn't take it anymore and the time had come when...

Rodman smirked playfully. He parted from Rukawa's lips and easily moved his hand away from Rukawa's member. From the glare he received, he figured he just destroyed the boy's mood. But that wasn't his intention. What he wanted was more than this. And they just couldn't do it on a jacuzzi, could they?

Rukawa wanted to protest. Of course he wanted to protest. Rodman was doing to him what every lover of his always did. They delayed. And they loved him for being at their mercy. He frowned up at the older man and demanded with his eyes that he be fulfilled.

But Rodman shook his head in negation. He had other plans in mind.

Rodman stood up. Clearly visible from his tight trunks, his oversized shaft was nearly spilling out of the only clothing he wore. He was proudly aroused - fully erect. But he controlled himself greatly as he moved out of the jacuzzi to turn it off and to drain it. He watched Rukawa glare at him from the tub.

"Don't be so impatient, little one. I'll give you what you want later on. Now, come on. You don't really want to get fucked out here, do you? Let's go to somewhere more comfortable." He held out his hand and was amused at Rukawa's reluctance to take it.

Rukawa slowly stood too, his knees feeling like jelly from the teasing he had gotten from Rodman. He nearly slipped but thankfully the hand was there to guide him. He stepped off the jacuzzi and climbed off. Instantly, Rodman's arms were around him, easily guiding him to go inside the house.

Inside, he didn't really see anything. He didn't care about anything - not even that the man holding him was basically a near stranger, no matter his celebrity status. He was extremely aroused - to the point of almost coming earlier on. The man sure was a tease - though he understood the need to get to the nearest comfortable place to actually do it. They entered one of the rooms downstairs and not really anticipating it, he was thrown to the bed, his body bouncing off the soft cushions. He looked up towards Rodman, only to see the predatory look on his face.

Rodman looked intense. And he felt intense too. Circling the bed and not wanting to be drawn so quickly to the waiting boy lest the game end soon, he walked over to the bedside drawer to check on his supplies. Perfect. Everything he needed for this particular encounter. Slowly, sensually, he walked back to the foot of the bed, slowly peeling away his trunks. He watched the widening eyes of Rukawa and he smirked in pleasure at what was set to occur.

"Oh dear little one." Rodman laughed softly before draping his nude form over the boy. "You think you're not so innocent, don't you? Well, you still know nothing, little man. I'll show you things you've never even dreamed of." And with that he kissed the boy deeply once again, pressing on in, his hands running through the wet raven hair. He was extremely pleased at how Rukawa was slowly responding to him - kissing back then finally placing his arms around his back too.

Rukawa closed his eyes tight. He silently agreed finally to what Rodman was planning. There really was no choice now but only to surrender. A Christmas night to be indented in his memory - a night to remember. A - Oh god!

Rodman snickered at Rukawa's reaction. It was so quick, his action. He'd moved one hand down to pinch Rukawa's nipple. Now, he continued doing that, making it redden from the pain and pleasure.

"Damn it..." Rukawa tried to protest but he had no more time to protest some more as Rodman moved his lips to suck on a nipple. He arched his body against the bed so as to meet the mouth that claimed his rosy bud.

Occupied, Rukawa was the perfect prey. Hearing his young lover moan, feeling his body ready for his plans, Rodman smirked internally before sucking forcefully on the nipple. And while doing that, his one hand reached over to the already open bedside drawer so as to retrieve something he needed to use. That something was cold and metallic, something to make this play much much more interesting...

Rukawa continued to arch his body, his head against the bed, exposing his neck, his body, his pride. He moaned deeper once the skilled lips sucked on his other nipple and he nearly cried out once that nipple was bitten.

"Now, now, little lover..." Rodman spoke heavily in lust. He pulled away from the boy, pulling back enough to watch him from above - the perfect bottom partner in any gay sexual relationship, someone tasty to dominate thoroughly in the most sexiest manner ever. Rodman liked the power he held over the boy. He loved seeing him at his mercy. If only he could keep him...

Rukawa stared up with glazed eyes, feeling confused at why it stopped. Before any coherent thought entered his mind though, he was suddenly flipped over so that his face was stuffed into the pillows. He heard a chinking sound from something metallic and there was the quick hands of Rodman holding his wrists together. What was going on? Before he knew it, he heard a click then felt his wrists being binded, unable to move. Raising his head, he saw to his horror that his wrists were now cuffed to the brass headboard. And there was no escape. He was completely at the mercy of the near-stranger.

"Damn you for being so lovely, little one." Rodman whispered in Rukawa's ear, his voice becoming more throaty. He pulled back a little and watched the lithe frame possessively, knowing that for tonight, he was all his'.

"Let me go. Don't do this." Rukawa muttered. He need not be humiliated like this. "I'm willing. Why do this?"

Rodman chuckled. "Simply because it's kinky. It's sexy."

Rukawa sighed, banging his head on the soft pillows. It didn't help any.

"Don't be like that, little one. You know, I was going to cover your mouth too with bindings but since we're alone for miles, it's better to hear you scream. Anyway, you really shouldn't worry. I could /consider/ being gentle..."

<Damn this... What did I get myself into?> Rukawa could only groan at his luck.

"Now..." Rodman focused finally on the beautiful lithe body that was going to be his'. He traced with lustful kisses first the pale nape of Rukawa. He kissed it eagerly, grazing it with his teeth. He couldn't restrain himself though, feeling its velvety feel on his lips. He bit hard enough to mark on several places, relishing on the sounds he was getting from the boy.

Finally, he moved on lower as his hands traced the sides of the boy, making him shiver in response. Licking at the spine and biting a few times, he let his hands wander underneath the torso so as to tease the nipples once again. Rolling the nipples concurrently, he felt them harden again in his touch. He snickered softly at the mewl that came from Rukawa before biting at the shoulder without restrains, actually drawing blood.

"You're mine." he rasped. "You're mine tonight. See what I've told you? You are innocent after all, isn't that right? See what this is? The massacre of the lamb."

Rukawa could not really respond with any coherent thought as his arousal was too high. Feeling the teasing touch on his nipples, the harsh bites and gentle licks on his spine, a half-sob came out of him. His heart was beating profusely and in this state, he could not really help but try to relieve himself by thrusting himself onto the bed. Unfortunately for him though, the person who owned him tonight noticed it. A hard smack to his bottom was the response for his actions. Rukawa's brows frowned more deeply and he closed his eyes deeply from all the sensations he felt.

"Bad boy. Don't do that again or you'll really get hurt. I decide when it's time, alright? This can be extremely gentle or extremely brutal depending on your actions. Remember that." Rodman smiled gently as Rukawa stilled under him, perhaps afraid, perhaps nervous. Now that was a reaction he sought. Finally, he trailed his hands down Rukawa's sides again before resting them on the band of the black shorts. Kissing lustfully down Rukawa's back, he slowly pulled off the only clothing that remained on Rukawa's body. And he pulled back after that, only to admire the milky skin that might as well have been a girl's. He trailed his fingers down from Rukawa's back and finally rested them on the curve of Rukawa's bottom.

"Beautiful." Rodman whispered. "Very beautiful. And mine."

He reached for the bedside drawer once again to retrieve two items - a small plastic square pack and a tube containing the lubricant. He first tore the plastic pack open and took out the condom before slowly placing it on his engorged length - a snug fit. His eyes glazed over with satisfaction before he flipped open the tube and poured out a good amount on one hand. After that, he threw the tube back to the drawer.

"Tonight, we go back to the basics, Kaede." Rodman promised. "Something each human needs to experience at least once in a lifetime. Primal, carnal sex. We're all animals. I'll show you tonight..."

"Just do it." Rukawa whispered, unable to help himself. He was so far along the road to really think on his words. "Just do it."

"Do what?" Rodman smirked. He looked down on his hands and spread the gel on his fingers. "Do what, Kaede? What do you want?"

"Do... what you need to do..." Rukawa could only rasp.

Rodman couldn't help but chuckle. "Imagine that. Only awhile ago, you were so calm and composed. It's better this way though, you a prey who only needs a man to fill you deeply and come inside you. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Rukawa breathed deeply, almost unable to control himself. "Yes... so just... just do it, damn it..."

"So impatient, little one..." Rodman grinned. But he took pity as he moved to the side of Rukawa's exposed body, raising a hand and resting it on the crack between Rukawa's bottom. "So impatient..."

But he did it nonetheless, letting a finger slowly sheath itself inside Rukawa's body. The slender boy shuddered slightly, getting used to that one finger before relaxing once no motion was happening. Rodman took this opportunity to watch closely the boy - his wet hair framing his pale face, eyes that were sightless as they were glazed and only spoke of the lust that he felt, the open mouth that breathed deeply as he sought to control himself. The boy was lovely.

Rodman finally took pity and moved the finger backward, only to let another two join it inside. He pushed in deeply, watching Rukawa's face twist in agony. Rukawa closed his eyes from the feeling before opening them again and narrowing them as those fingers curled in a specific angle so as to hit his prostate. Rodman had the great pleasure of watching Rukawa's lips open to moan rather loudly - to nearly shout his pleasure to the world. He pushed the fingers again and again until Rukawa himself did the initiative to go on his hands and knees, the top of his head planted against the pillows and his body moving by itself to meet the thrust of his fingers. Rodman groaned at the pretty picture and smiled like a Cheshire cat at every moan from the pretty boy. He nearly came right then and there. But he stopped himself, knowing that more was to come before they should reach their completion.

"Scream for me now, little one." Rodman smirked in pride at his captive. The pale vixen continued his pretty scene, pushing and pulling against the fingers, not caring one bit about how he looked like right now. All Rukawa could think about was pleasure - pleasure at the fingers fucking him, at his unsated desire.

"Dennis..." Rukawa finally whispered, knowing the ending of this story depended on the progression of the man.

"I heard you there, little one." Rodman said in amusement. He slowed down the thrusting of his fingers and held securely to Rukawa's hips. Slowly, mercilessly, he pulled the fingers away. "Tell me exactly what you want now. Tell me what you need me to do..."

"Oh damn... damn..." Rukawa cursed at the absence of the fingers digging into him. He heard the query for his needs and he swallowed his pride, knowing that it was all that he needed for this moment.

"Well?"

"Fuck me, damn it! Fuck me..."

"Well, since you asked in such an eloquent manner..." Rodman took one last glance at the flushed face and the lustful glow that emanated from the dark cobalt eyes. He moved finally to the back of Rukawa, impressed that Rukawa was on his hands and knees, very much ready for his pinioning. Rodman spread Rukawa's legs further before fisting the remaining gel into his condomed arousal, groaning at how much pleasure that gave him.

Rukawa breathed in and out heavily. Finally, he was going to get it. Finally. He felt the man's cock sliding and teasing on his crack first before it was slowly pushed inside, the head first - slowly, almost carefully until the entire wide head was sheathed.

Rodman threw back his head at the sensation. He groaned. Rukawa was so tight - seemingly tighter than any woman he'd ever tasted. Finally, after the brief pause, he pushed in some more, trying to be patient even though the intense pleasure was nearly driving him to lose control. He did this until he was fully sheathed into the pale boy, only his balls resting on the exterior.

Rukawa sucked in deeply, as if the air could ease the initial pain he felt from the thick invader that entered his tiny opening. Thankfully, Rodman was considerate enough to pause awhile, just to get him used to the large cock. He breathed in and out, knowing enough to try to relax himself.

Rodman allowed himself a moment to pause. But his self-control wasn't so compassionate to last such a long time. He held Rukawa's slender hips tight enough to bruise later on and before long, he pushed himself deeper, skilfully into an angle that hit directly Rukawa's prostate. Pleasure washed through him greatly at the clamping down of the muscles on him and he began to move his length backwards - almost leaving the opening - then forward again until he was completely immersed in the crevice. His self-control tore though and before long, he cared no longer for whatever else as he thrust in without consideration for the beautiful boy underneath him. In deep, long and wild strokes, he thrust with fervour, enjoying the screams he drew out from Rukawa. Again and again, he pushed in and out, trapped in the frenzy of seemingly never-ending pleasure.

Rukawa could do nothing but surrender for there was no choice but to do so. Even his own pleasure was being gotten as even without a hand aiding him, the hits on his prostate was enough to bring him later on into climax. He felt each stabbing thrust and couldn't help but moan like an animal from the attention his sweet spot was receiving. His prostate was shocked again and again as his entire frame surged with wild fire. In time, he himself met those thrusts with his body, screaming at each deep connection. It was truly so carnal, this kind of sex, and frankly, he didn't give a damn and he didn't feel alone...

Finally, feeling his control being washed over by the hard pounding on his back, he felt himself becoming rigid, one last scream escaping his lips. Every nerve, every pulsing part of himself seemed to have felt that. A hot blinding light seemed to fill his view as the passion from the pain and pleasure washed over him - driving him to the explosion of the climax. His body stilled, his knees gave out and he melted onto the sheets as his orgasm surged from him and into the sheets of the bed.

Rodman snarled and groaned, pulling Rukawa's hips securely on his hands. He controlled the hips from then on, positioning it in a perfect angle as he pistoned his manhood again and again until all thought seemed to nearly have left him. The tight passage was too much though and he could barely hold on any longer. Driving in one more hard thrust, he felt himself letting go of his control, as he came in surges, again and again, his semen filling the boy underneath him. He came until there seemed to be no more to give, his body being emptied from the intense pleasure of the game. He felt himself collapsing on the pale and lithe body and he grinned tiredly at the contact of the unconscious boy.

Rodman pulled out slowly before willing himself to move away from the boy, lest he crush him with his weight. His only regret perhaps was that he'd fucked the boy hard enough to bleed. But he was not regretful at all that he took him in this manner, showing him how animalistic sex could become. He smirked in a smug manner, breathing in and out deeply and looking at the ceiling for the first time, noticing finally that the afternoon had faded into night.

And he whispered something before he allowed himself a brief rest. "Merry Christmas, Kaede..."

A Christmas Night to remember...

***

"You sure you're alright now?" Rodman asked from the car.