Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ To Dream A Forbidden Dream ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Kleptomaniac Can Opener 
Then his arms are around me, his hard body pressing into mine.
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 185 | Visits: 372 | Status: Work In Progress
Then his arms are around me, his hard body pressing into mine.
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 185 | Visits: 372 | Status: Work In Progress
To Dream a Forbidden Dream
Part 5
"My name...you said...my name..."
"K-Kale?" What's wrong with him? Of course I said his name, he's my brother.
"No...not that one." His soft breath is hot against my lips...he's too close, too close...but, I don't want him to pull away. "The other one...the other one...say my name...Seiji." I gasp.
How does he know that name?
"Please...please say my name. I need to hear my name..." he cups my face, his hands rough and callused from kendo, "from your lips." He brushes our lips together, the touch only feather light but more than enough to make me tremble.
"...Anubis..."
"Seiji..." Then his arms are around me, his hard body pressing into mine. My hands cling to the back of his shirt as he steals my breath. He tastes sharply of winter and moonlight.
As his hips settle between my thighs, I can't help but think this feels so right.
But...he's my brother.
This came to me between 6 and 7pm while at karate.
Don't you love random moments of inspiration?
=^_^=
MEOW!
Part 5
"My name...you said...my name..."
"K-Kale?" What's wrong with him? Of course I said his name, he's my brother.
"No...not that one." His soft breath is hot against my lips...he's too close, too close...but, I don't want him to pull away. "The other one...the other one...say my name...Seiji." I gasp.
How does he know that name?
"Please...please say my name. I need to hear my name..." he cups my face, his hands rough and callused from kendo, "from your lips." He brushes our lips together, the touch only feather light but more than enough to make me tremble.
"...Anubis..."
"Seiji..." Then his arms are around me, his hard body pressing into mine. My hands cling to the back of his shirt as he steals my breath. He tastes sharply of winter and moonlight.
As his hips settle between my thighs, I can't help but think this feels so right.
But...he's my brother.
This came to me between 6 and 7pm while at karate.
Don't you love random moments of inspiration?
=^_^=
MEOW!