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Night of Nights	By : Cannibaljello Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters appearing in the Dragon Ball Z series. This is purely fan fiction. I'm not making any profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Night of Nights
- 1
WARNING: YAOI! (male/male) Adult-themed
material and rape.

Author's Note: I intended for this fic
to be much darker than it turned out. Something about the
Kaioshin/Kibito coupling makes me so girly. I might have to kill one
(or both) of them in my next story, just to make up for this mush!

Struggled with character titles in
this. Higashi no Kaioshin/ East Kaioshin/ East Supreme Kai..AHH! I
decided on favoring the English titles to maintain loyalty to the
main language of the story. I know some people hate mixing languages
and others dislike using translations. Can't please everyone.

I admit, I suck at naming my stories.
The title is of a song by Live. It fit so nicely. And no, I don't
make any profit or claim any ownership to Live or any characters of
Dragon Ball Z.

Considered writing Kibito's side to
this story, but eh. Maybe.

…

Daytime was always the safest on
Kaioshin-Kai, though as a holy refuge, East Kaioshin knew his home
should have forever remained a sanctuary. And yet even as a deity, he
could not deny the awful truth that exposed itself when the darkness
came.

As soon as the morning glow of the
ethereal planet expanded to engulf the pristine atmosphere, the deity
of the east quadrant of the universe had nothing to fear.

Almost every day was the same, with
minor alterations occurring here and there. With so many events
throughout his galaxies taking numerous weeks - perhaps months - to
process few changes occurred over night. For as many evolutions that
gradually occurred, a mass genocide of one kind or another was likely
to happen over the span of hundreds of years. The species that once
existed in peace eventually formed brains capable of violence, and
therefor proceeded to change their behaviors for the worst.

Sometimes, positive alterations
occurred. The genocides would eventually cease and a new order would
be established, bringing temporary peace and prosperity among the
lands until war likely arose again. More often than not, some form of
murder was present in vast civilizations, with the majority partaking
in some sort of law they had created.

Comparatively, Kaioshin-Kai was a
sanctuary, known only to the exalted beings that graced it. Five
total – one for each of the four quadrants of the universe, and
a single overseer of them all.

Yes, Kaioshin-Kai would have been safe,
if East Kaioshin's enemy was someone other than his own kind.

When nightfall came, personalities
changed, driven perhaps by the shifting of moons in the heavens. As
set in tradition, Supreme Kais allowed themselves to cast their
omnipotent glances upon their quadrants throughout the daytime.
Other behaviors came forth only when there was nothing to distract
the gods during the nights.

Sometimes, these happenings were
innocent. Not for the first time, East Kaioshin wished they all were.

It had been going on for so many years,
East Kaioshin could not recall exactly the date of the first
occurrence. He only knew that it had gone on too long, and at such a
sickening frequency, that what happened in the shadows of nightfall
had become habitual – however disturbing it was for him to
admit.

South Kaioshin had never thought
anything of it, or had never made signs of remorse or regret. In
fact, it was South who continued their rendezvous, and East was the
unwilling catalyst.

East Kaioshin couldn't help it. For all
the knowledge he had come to house over the years, he still confused
what South Kaioshin did to him was love.

What East understood was the necessity
for South to utilize a male body as he did. If South Supreme Kai were
to mate with the lone woman among their kind, he risked an undeniable
and inexcusable proof of his unhallowed desires. By no means were
Supreme Kais allowed to disrupt the natural order of their race,
though there was nothing more instinctual and natural to produce
offspring. Instead, they relied on mortal Kais to birth holy
children, who were then forced to live a life of chastity.

It was loneliness that enticed East
Kaioshin to open the door to his residence and welcome the mass form
of his colleague inside. Had he not, then South would have forced
himself inside in one manner or another. East knew this, because at
the beginning, he had tried so vainly to prevent the abuse of his
body. At one time, East had been in denial and wanted nothing more
than to hide inside of his supposed sanctuary and cry.

Long ago, East Kaioshin's tears had run
dry, and so he decided he would rather face his fears – or
rather, his body's, as his mind had constructed distorted imagery out
of their twisted game. It was a feeble way of coping, but one that
prevented the deity of the east to suffer another day. Had he
realized his torture, he likely would have taken his life to avoid
the repeated occurrences.

It was simply easier to allow South
Kaioshin inside. Surely it was less sinful to resist, rather than
commit selfish suicide.

South Kaioshin's hands had always been
irrefutably rough. He expected resistance from the smallest deity of
their kind, understanding that though East''s appearance was frail,
his build was ultimately deceiving. Though East Kaioshin was
physically weakest among them, he had supernatural abilities that far
exceeded South's.

Perhaps that was why East was tricked
by his own mind, believing their interaction to be something more
than rape.

South Kaioshin's hands seized him
immediately, finding purchase by digging deep into his clothing, or –
had East already bared himself for sleep – dug crescents into
lavender flesh. He would tear whatever covers existed over the
smaller deity's trembling body, East's instinctual panic quaking him
as harshly as South's movements did.

The end result was always the same,
though sometimes the location differed. Sometimes South was merely
too impatient to make it to East's canopied bed. Sometimes he wanted
to take the small Kaioshin against a hard surface – a wall, a
table, the floor – inconsiderate of his comfort.

East's enjoyment was the last of
South's worries. It was obvious, with the violent way South Kaioshin
handled him.

Compared to the massive form of South
Kaioshin, East Kaioshin was tiny and adolescent. His musculature was
naturally finer and more feminine than the overtly brawny mass of the
older deity. South was built of the strongest sinew and the greatest
capacity of testosterone possible for their holy kind. He was
brimstone and fire, burning against the chill that always set itself
deep within the fibers of East's being.

East Kaioshin knew that in a sick and
twisted way, he was special to South Kaioshin. The god would never
have treated another in the same manner in which he bestowed upon the
east deity. Never had anyone before been so beautifully suited or
angelically built for his purpose – save for West Kaioshin, who
was South's reason for their dark liaison.

Though it was West Kaioshin South saw
in his vision, it was the Kaioshin of the East which existed in his
grasp. So effeminate, yet so different than the one woman among them,
South treated East like a man in all his horrible, violent glory.

No. Never would South Kaioshin handle
West as he did the man against his body. He wouldn't slap her because
her voice wasn't entirely feminine, or leave deep contusions
discoloring her porcelain flesh. He wouldn't crush her ribs, or throw
her down in a manner that dangerously contorted her neck. He
wouldn't mount her and bite her and tear into her, as a woman's body
had purposes different than East Kaioshin's.

The forceful entrance of East's body
always made him scream, and yet he'd learn to internalize his anguish
as much as possible. Over time, he had no choice but to do so,
because sometimes, the pillows became discarded in their struggle.
The sheets did little to swallow the shrill sound, and East bared
scars from the instances where South's secret had been endangered by
his cries of torment.

As sickening as it was, over time, it
became easier to bear. It was likely permanent damage had been done
to the petite deity's body, though it was more likely his physicality
had remained constantly in fear and recognized it as easier to accept
what it could of that tearing, abusing shaft.

The first time East Kaioshin had fought
had been the worst. He had been beaten nearly beyond repair –
his skin torn, his neck bruised, his lips swollen and crusted with
blood. His chest barely had the capacity to rise and breathe, as the
ribs inside had been virtually crushed to dust. It was easy enough
for South Kaioshin to overwhelm him with physical strength,
especially with the element of surprise on his side. Never had East
expected what nightmare he experienced that fateful night.

He certainly never wished it to
continue, if even on an infrequent basis.

And so the evolution of their combined
bodies occurred, a virtually new species created with sweat and blood
and tears and twisted transformation. South Kaioshin forced East's
body to accept, though sometimes he had the piece of mind to at least
smear his wretched saliva on his shaft before he violated that tiny
entrance with the girth of his member.

East Kaioshin always bled, and it
always made it easier. Tearing allowed the passage to become tamed.
Had East truly desired what happened to his body, perhaps he would
have learned to prepare himself before hand. In doing so, he risked
becoming ill by the reality of it, as then it would be so imminent of
this violating treatment that he couldn't bare to face it.

Somehow, East beared it, though to do
so was agonizing. It was difficult enough to pretend that it was his
attractiveness and his perfect body that enticed South Kaioshin to
drive himself inside. To some extend, East knew his appearance
enticed the other, though South was perhaps too ashamed to admit he
found a man desirable. As beautiful and stunningly androgynous as
East was, there was no denying his gender in the end.

And so it began, harsh thrusts and
bruising hands. The world lost all direction but for back and forth,
with South's body driving East's downwards – this time, in the
bedsheets. What little solace existed in the soft fabric was quickly
dampened by the urgency of their sweating bodies and became nothing
more but another repulsive characteristic of the environment. East
Kaioshin hated the stick of fiber to his skin. He rather he be spared
of it but tonight he wasn't so fortunate.

Somehow, in the silence of the sleeping
planet, the slapping of their wet skin was lost to the others.
Perhaps South Kaioshin utilized his supernatural abilities to dampen
the noise of their collusions, though East was never certain. Had
South been ultimately concerned with being discovered, he likely
wouldn't speak to East as he did, with guttural growls and sordid
hisses, directed at the depths of East Kaioshin's weakened soul.

The first words South Kaioshin ever
spoke involved accusations of East Kaioshin's guilt.

“This is your fault,” South
had snarled, wetting East's elven eat in the process with his putrid
spit. “You're nothing but a little whore, begging to be
fucked.”

On any logical circumstances, East knew
the obvious untruth of South's words. He never truly wanted what
happened to him. Though East Kaioshin had always known he favored
men, he had never held a significant interest in South beyond the
appearance of his masculine body.

Over time, East gained great reason to
fear it, and South's brutal behavior made him nothing but a vile
monster when he cursed the east deity's vision. What had once been
studies of admiration at South Kaioshin's raw power had become
frightened, panicked glances.

It was obvious that South had known of
East's sexuality. Had the petite deity been any different, perhaps
South would have never taken advantage of him, or so East innocently
believed.

It didn't matter. East Kaioshin could
do nothing to stop the continuing rape.

In the end, it was East who contained
the most blame, and the only one who suffered from guilt. Over time,
South had driven into his mind that it would be East's fault, were
the other Supreme Kais to discovered them. The sinners would then be
banished from their exalted positions.

That was the greatest reason why East
Kaioshin lived in fear every day. He waited for the moment where
someone would approach him and acknowledge his defilement.

South Kaioshin's past words
reverberated in East's mind, even over the animal grunts and gritty
groans that existed in the present. “If they find out you're
tainted, we will both be exiled from the planet, and then who will
watch your precious east territory? Do you really wish to rid the
universe of two overseers and likely damn our quadrants in the
process?”

East Kaioshin wasn't certain of the
absolute truth of the threat. He was certain at least one of them –
South Kaioshin – would be removed from his position for
committing such a sin. It was south quadrant that perhaps demanded a
guardian the most, as it was as violent and ruthless as its overseer.
That had been the reason for South Kaioshin's power – it was
necessary to wield, to be capable of controlling galaxies frequented
by such fury.

No matter how desperately east deity
wished destiny to differ from what it was, he wasn't capable of
altering it. He knew all too well that none of the Supreme Kais were
capable of overseeing their respective quadrants and watch over
South's, in fear that one or the other would topple and risk causing
a chain reaction.

Truly, East Kaioshin considered his
sacrifice necessary to maintain order throughout the universe. In
suffering as he did, panting and crying under his breath from the raw
violation of his delicate body, he was possibly saving lives –
likely those of entire civilizations, whole planetary systems, maybe
even galaxies. He sacrificed himself for the good of so many others.
Not even as a Supreme Kai did East view his existence as more
valuable than any beings'.

That was what made him the perfect
Kaioshin – his compassion, his dedication, his selflessness.
That was also what made one of the strongest beings in the universe
one of the most vulnerable.

Even when not in the midst of
violation, East Kaioshin could feel the imprint made on his heart and
soul. Though his wounds eventually healed, he could recall the
sensations with such clarity, they might as well have remained
present. The way South bruised his hips was so familiar, and the
manner in which he violently barraged East's body was so ingrained in
his nerves, he relived the experience even during the rare nights he
was spared.

There was simply no forgetting the
sensation of his inner walls tearing, the way South Kaioshin's thrust
contorted him, or the manner in which the other expressed his carnal
hunger with throbbing moans and rougher thrusts. There was no
forgiving the reason why blood often trickled down the inside of East
Kaioshin's lithe thighs, or the way the tears stained his face and
stung his lips that had been split by striking fist.

How, even at the beginning, had East
been capable of considering love as a part of the wicked equation?
Perhaps because in civilizations as exalted and knowledgeable as
theirs, sexual acts were considered to be an expression of admiring
emotion. In a way, their liaison fit, though only when contorted.
There was love present but for a woman rather than a man.

It hadn't been until much later that
East Kaioshin realized what he felt so strongly for South Kaioshin
wasn't affection. It was rich and deep-seated hatred that had
manifested itself in manners of all powerful emotion – moving
and undeniable and uncontrollable.

What East experienced was madness. He
simply remained too innocent to admit his insanity until long after
the abuse had stopped.

It hadn't been of South Supreme Kai's
accord that the rape had ceased. Though it was only South who
orgasmed and benefited from their carnal connection, it was South Kai
who could no longer perform. It was rather difficult to rape someone
when the abuser was dead, wasn't it?

It was still possible, East Kaioshin
realized, for even long after Majin Buu's murder of his fellow
Supreme Kais had the memories of South Kaioshin tortured him.

He could still remember the feeling of
South's release within him – the heat that somehow existed
significantly, despite with the blood it mixed with. The densities of
the bodily fluids were undeniably different, though East suspected it
was more than the foreign substance in his body that made him feel
diseased and broken.

With that sinful climax came a twisted
relief. South's orgasm meant that the rape was over, and he would
soon leave East a crying heap wherever he had been so viciously
taken. Had South Kaioshin lacked the capabilities of healing, East
Kaioshin suspected he would have been killed long ago. Whether by
internal bleeding or blunt trauma, the deity often found himself
precariously balanced on the verge of death after the abuse.

Perhaps East Supreme Kai had just been
wishful, as death would have proved merciful. Had East not survived,
he would not have suffered so many of those damning nights.

It was only fitting that when South
Kaioshin met his end, Buu had absorbed him and had therefor taken on
his characteristics. And it was only ironic in the cruelest manner
that East Kaioshin had been forced to face his enemy then –
both of them – after everyone but
Daikaioh had been destroyed.

Daikaioh
also met his end that fateful day. After absorbing of the highest and
most innocent deity, Majin Buu adopted a rotund and obviously
different appearance than South Kaioshin. The final traces of South
Kaioshin disappeared entirely, sparing East from experiencing further
glimpses of him.

But before that occurred, East Kaioshin
had lost to Majin Buu just as he had to South each and every one of
those chilled nights.

For some
reason,East, the remaining Kaioshin, had been spared. Majin Buu's
absorption of Daikaioh had rendered him weaker and more easily
controlled. Bibidi had taken advantage of Buu's new innocence and had
recaptured him then, taking him to continue their destruction of the
cosmos. As the remaining Supreme Kai, Kaioshin had then naturally and
valiantly resumed the duties thereof as the sole overseer of the
universe.

Truly, Kaioshin had no choice in the
manner. Their kind was only born once every few millennia, and he was
by far the youngest among his endangered kind. Just as Kaioshin had
not been able to risk the east quadrant of the cosmos by forfeiting
his position, he could not leave the entire universe without a
guardian.

Kaioshin's continued existence was yet
another cruelty added to his experiences. It was because he was not
spared by death that Kaioshin continued living in internal anguish,
plagued by the nightmares that tortured him beyond the capacities of
the deceased South Kaioshin.

Eventually, the Supreme Kai's
preference for loneliness waned. It was then that Kaioshin began his
search for a worthy companion. With Majin Buu still free to do as he
pleased among the countless planets of the universe, Kaioshin could
not afford to suffer the brunt of his wrath, and so the deity chose
to establish a bodyguard to offer him protection.

Throughout a dizzying and complicated
chain of events, the Supreme Kai had found himself standing before
Kibito – a Kai similar to him but so very and undeniably
different.

Kibito was by no means a Supreme Kai –
he had not been born as such – and yet his capacities were
impressive even for immortals. The raw strength in which Kibito could
exude with his massive and menacingly strong frame paled in
comparison to Majin Buu's demonic abilities, and yet he was the most
pure and powerful individual the current universe naturally had to
offer.

Kaioshin truly had no choice but to
enlist the rouge-skinned and taciturn giant of a man. Truly, Kibito
was the best individual for the position. He naturally had healing
abilities and knew instant transmission, which made it all the easier
for Kaioshin to introduce Kibito to his hallowed planet. Most
significantly, Kibito's soul was pure, enabling him to survive on
such sanctified and moral grounds.

Despite Kibito's abilities, it was his
physicality that reminded Kaioshin most of South Kai.

Years passed that the Supreme Kai
hadn't been capable of looking at his guardian without traumatizing
memories tainting his soul. Perhaps it was the set of Kibito's broad
shoulders that was the same, or the way he walked, or the brute
strength of his entire body. Certainly it wasn't Kibito's dark eyes
that reminded Kaioshin, as the divine assistant never considered the
deity with anything less than extreme wonder and undying, protective
devotion.

Not once had Kibito laid a single
threatening finger on Kaioshin, and perhaps that was why the divinity
felt so welcomely drawn to him – an interesting turn of events,
indeed. It was highly confusing to the Supreme Kai, who felt he had
experienced every companionship offered by others. Certainly,
Kaioshin never expected to feel so comfortable around such a man.

This...this was different, and
beautifully so. He found himself cherishing Kibito's company more
than he ever thought possible – even conceivable. To be so near
someone and only desire to be closer...It was baffling. Kaioshin was
powerless to whatever he felt and had no choice but to give in to his
curiosity.

The deity soon discovered that he
preferred standing close to Kibito, and then even closer when the
heat of his guardian's body seduced him. Kibito seemed an eternal
furnace, emitting a fire that warmed Kaioshin wonderfully throughout
in a manner much differed from South Kaioshin's form. Unlike South
Supreme Kai, Kibito's presence did not immerse Kaioshin in a chilled
sweat. Instead, he enticed Kaioshin with a pure energy that Kaioshin
wished he could drink, as if from a refreshing fountain, as clear as
ever throughout both night and day.

Kaioshin then realized they could be
doing virtually nothing of importance in each others presence and
still, the deity was profoundly interested in the manner in which
Kibito breathed. The rise and fall of Kibito's chest was infinitely
so calm and controlled – so collected, even when the Supreme
Kai became overwhelmed by his sudden and demanding role.

When the deity fretted over some detail
he had missed or mistaken, Kibito was always there, breathing deeply.
Kaioshin soon learned that he could simply look at Kibito's broad
chest and instantly find relief, beguiled by the pattern of each
steady inhale, each practiced exhale...

It was that unfaltering pattern that
Kaioshin naturally wanted to disrupt, ultimately intrigued to see
what would happen as a result. Though there were many manners in
which the deity could alter the balance achieved by his guardian,
there was one he desired most.

He wanted Kibito. He wanted him in a
way he never thought possible, especially not after the trauma South
Kaioshin had inflicted. He wanted Kibito to want him as well, enough
to touch him with his broad and deceivingly harsh hands. Kaioshin
knew deep within that Kibito would be so gentle and passionate, his
touch would be achingly pleasant in a way Kaioshin had never
experienced.

Kaioshin didn't know how to approach
the issue at hand or even if he should. Significant portion of his
traumatized soul still tenaciously clung to self-preservation. To
submit to Kibito would demand he relinquish self-control –
something the deity denied he could afford.

Eventually, as if against his logical
will, Kaioshin gave in to his desires. On a planet far from
Kaioshin-Kai, where the skies were silver and rain fell as gracefully
and light as flower petals, Kaioshin experienced true heaven.

The immortals had sat in a field then,
overlooking a vast ocean. With no where to proceed on foot –
Kaioshin's preferred method of travel; when flying, one could
overlook such wonderful details in the landscape – they had
lowered their bodies to lounge casually on the ground.

Whether intentionally or fatefully, the
two immortals had settled to where their shoulders just barely
brushed. Though Kibito had always swallowed Kaioshin with his shadow
– it was his nature as the most protective and dedicated
bodyguard in the universe – it was different then. The divine
assistant had always kept some distance, if only a fraction of an
inch.

Kibito admitted later that he had
noticed Kaioshin's lingering glances and had seen the telling shimmer
in his expressive eyes. The windows to the deity's soul were
completely open, if only to Kibito, and he wanted nothing more than
to indulge in such certain, rare, unadulterated compassion.

That was why, when Kaioshin leaned over
first, Kibito captured his parted lavender lips. He had seized
Kaioshin's heart that instant, leaving nothing left but an undying
thirst and a need for more. They drank from each other then, their
mouths and tongues meeting in a natural dance. Their pulses skipped
beats with each brush of swollen lip, each twist of divine tongue,
and each brush of fingers along the fine planes of face, neck, and
shoulder.

What Kaioshin had wanted for so long,
had suffered so much for, only to be denied, he found then in his
guardian. The compassion Kibito exuded was enough to drown the petite
deity, and so Kaioshin found himself desperately clutching to his
cherished lover even as they parted, gasping for air.

Never had Kaioshin experienced anything
so beautiful. Not even his divine position was as fulfilling as a
single kiss had been. Though Kaioshin felt he would die from
overwhelming, he knew he had to have more.

Had to, because if he didn't, he would
never forgive himself. To deny Kibito would be to throw aside the one
opportunity of happiness Kaioshin had, and he refused to be lonely
again after the tangible connection he had experienced.

And so Kaioshin embraced his guardian
again, except he clutched Kibito's holy robes in his elegant hands
and guided the guardian atop of him, delighted by the weight and
immense presence of the other. Though Kibito balanced the majority of
himself on his elbows and knees, he had no choice but to submit when
the petite but ultimately powerful deity drew him down to express the
depth of his love.

During the entire duration of their
kisses, Kaioshin clung to Kibito like a lifeline. For the first time
since that initial violation, he blessed so thankfully the gift of
life.

Eventually, before they could proceed
further, Kaioshin knew he had to tell Kibito of his experiences. The
bodyguard believed the deity to be pure and untainted, as all gods
should have been. It was Kaioshin's most painful experience yet to
tell his story – ultimately more threatening than South
Kaioshin, of Majin Buu, or any other trial, inconceivable or not.

Throughout the length of his tale,
Kaioshin cried, not only because of his trauma but because of the
immense fear of being denied, of being discarded, of being hated.

It was likely the rain pouring down
from the heavens made it easier for Kaioshin to expose his emotions
that had, until that day, remained festering within him. No other
being but South Supreme Kai had ever seen him cry until that fateful
moment, when the first tear fell from the corner of his ethereal
eyes.

As loyal as ever, Kibito did not leave
him. In fact, he showed no signs of disgust for the deity at all. Any
dismay that expressed itself on Kibito's naturally dour features was
directed towards the South Supreme Kai, who had tortured for so long
his beloved deity.

It was unnecessary for Kaioshin to beg
for forgiveness, as none was needed. Kibito still kissed him then,
after all was said and shared, and if possible there was even more
passion in his gesture. Kaioshin soon found his arms entangled around
Kibito's powerful neck – perhaps the only place other than
Kibito's arms where he could completely embrace his guardian.

“Had he survived Majin Buu's
wrath, I would have killed him,” Kibito vowed then, not a shred
of doubt in his deep voice. The hatred perhaps surpassed even what
Kaioshin felt for the deceased southern deity, causing Kaioshin to
gasp against the steady barrage of Kibito's heavily beating heart.

Kibito continued, regardless of the
god's blatant shock. “Even if South was as you said – the
strongest Supreme Kai – I would have found a method of
destroying him. If it required me to sacrifice my life, I would
willingly oblige. I'd do anything to see him perish.”

“But you wouldn't,”
Kaioshin responded, shaking his head. “I wouldn't allow it. I
would stop you,” Kaioshin threatened, though to do so was
pointless. They could do nothing to South Kaioshin now, no matter how
deeply their desires ran. He was dead and the two lovers were among
the living, capable of continuing their journey throughout the
tangible universe.

“You couldn't. My rage alone
would be enough to slaughter him,” Kibito growled then, his
features harsher than they had ever been. “Only then would I
ever disobey your orders, as my love for you surpasses logic.”

As if Kaioshin were as frail as the
finest snowflake, Kibito stood and collected the divinity against his
body. There the emotionally exhausted deity submitted to the steady
heartbeat contained within Kibito's chest. Kibito cradled his love
there, stroking his pristine white hair with his warm breath.

The Supreme Kai remembered nothing but
the pulse – not even how it had tempted him to sleep. He had
woken from the richest, deepest, more healing rest in recent
existence, still cradled against his guardian but in the sanctuary of
their hallowed planet.

Kibito had transported them to the
comfort of the deity's bed, where he had laid Kaioshin and himself to
tangle beneath the silken white sheets. Somehow, the bodyguard had
done so without Kaioshin's knowledge, though not once did the deity
deny his debilitating exhaustion.

For the following days, Kibito had
refused to allow Kaioshin more than chaste kisses. He promised the
divinity that with all his being, he still desired him – each
and every fragile piece. Kibito insisted that Kaioshin needed time to
heal from his trauma, having reopened the wounds that had scarred
shut over centuries. Though Kibito could heal, he could only tend to
physical wounds, and refused to disrupt the process of Kaioshin's
emotional revival.

Kibito told Kaioshin then, his tone
unbelievably soft and understanding, “Your virginity it
something you should give to a lover - not have ruthlessly stolen
from you. What you have experienced is damaging and given time, may
pass. Until then, I cannot further complicate your emotions, as you
are still very vulnerable within. When the time is right,”
Kibito promised, touching Kaioshin's youthful visage, “I will
make love to you. I'll have you until we both collapse from it.”

It took time, but eventually Kaioshin
came to terms with their innocent kisses and simple touches. His
logic understood Kibito's valiant intentions even when his body did
not. Kaioshin knew he would have Kibito – if not soon, then
eventually, and that was all he needed to survive happily as they did
for months afterward.

Eventually, the night came when
Kaioshin no longer saw his fears in the shadows. It wasn't because of
the gentle candlelight that had soothed his soul but the man who had
lit them, smiling lightly at the Supreme Kai that fidgeted on the bed
with the anxiety of a virgin.

In a sense, Kaioshin remained vestal.
Never before had he experienced pleasure from sex. What he shared
with Kibito that night was in a dimension entirely opposite from his
trials with South Kai. Kibito was endlessly passionate and generous,
introducing the deity to delights he never dreamed possible.

The careful certainty of Kibito's touch
was enough for Kaioshin to thrust his cares into the wind and run
with whatever happened. Not once after their first kiss had the deity
come close to doubting the bond that grew between them. Never before
had Kaioshin been so certain of something – shocking,
considering his position as the supreme deity, and yet truthful all
the same. Kais did not lie; they were not capable of it. The love in
Kibito's eyes was convincing enough for Kaioshin to allow his
undressing, exposing his vulnerable body to the man he cherished so
profoundly.

Kibito took his precious time, untying
and removing each piece of concealing clothing. He kissed Kaioshin as
he did so, ceasing only to pull his shirt overhead after he had
pushed the doublet from his shoulders. The movement mussed Kaioshin's
mohawk just slightly, adding to his appearance of wanton, as his full
lips were already sensitive and plumped by his passion.

Kaioshin's obsidian eyes only dilated
further in excitement when Kibito eventually allowed his own garments
to be removed. With trembling hands, Kaioshin revealed the body he
had hungered so carnally for since he first set eyes on the broadness
of Kibito's shoulders and the breadth of his chest.

The raw power contained in Kibito's
defined muscles was delightful, sending wonderful sparkles of
sensation throughout Kaioshin's being. The first action Kaioshin made
when they were both bared in all entirety was to meld his petite body
to that of his guardian, so deceivingly fragile and feminine against
the undeniably masculine build of Kibito.

They fell to the bed then, locked in an
embrace of limbs and mouths. Kibito was quick to assert his dominance
over his lover, bracing himself atop the divine beauty, though
Kaioshin suspected Kibito would submit had he requested it. And yet
Kaioshin felt no urge to, as already he had such control over the
entire universe. Kibito was the one thing he didn't wish to exert
authority over – couldn't, even if he wanted to, because it
wasn't his divine nature. Kibito was the epitome of testosterone
through and through, and Kaioshin wanted only to indulge in such
potent, tangible perfection.

Kaioshin's body was entirely uncertain
how to react to the sensations that made him flush and pant and
sweat. His heart leapt with ever stroke of hand, each trace of
tongue, each tickle of hot breath on his mouth, his neck, his ears –
his entire body. Not one section of silken skin went unappreciated by
Kibito who took the entire night exploring the curves and dips of
Kaioshin's divine body.

Kibito bestowed so readily kisses
across the holy temple of Kaioshin's being, applying suction to his
lips, tasting his sensitive digits, and then he made love to Kaioshin
with a delightful embrace of mouth along the deity's excited
erection. Kaioshin cried out immediately, having never experienced
such a pleasant feeling. Though part of his mind tried to grasp the
concept of Kibito submitting to him, he realized then that Kibito
remained entirely dominant, even as he pulled honeyed sighs from the
god with willing lips and moist tongue.

The pleasure Kibito so lovingly gave to
Kaioshin was precious. Kaioshin didn't understand how fellow gods had
survived without such immense delectation, as there was nothing quite
like the feel of Kibito's mouth pulling at his most erotically
sensitive organ.

Though
Kaioshin ached in his eagerness for release, the suction applied by
Kibito's gliding mouth was soothing. The sensation Kaioshin
experienced was the best kind of tension, easing down from his
sensitive glands and shaft to collect at the base of his spine. His
entire body reacted when the reservoir of his pleasure overflowed,
racing to each nerve ending with a burst of stars and a heavenly
melding of the colors in his vision, combining to create a vibrant
white.

Even after Kaioshin had collapsed then,
boneless and believing himself to be utterly sated, Kibito was not
yet finished with him. He had taken the deity beyond his physical
boundaries and wanting nothing more than to do it again, with love
propelling the intensity further with every blissful touch.

The deity could do nothing but writhe
in hopes of expressing the depths of his desires. He wanted
everything from Kibito and wanted to give his lover even more than he
could hope to take. He desired to mirror each brush of digit, each
embrace of lips, every message written by tongue and amplify it to
share with the other. Had Kibito felt a fraction of Kaioshin's
delight, the deity didn't know how he contained his orgasm, with it
flowing so freely and readily from the god's repeatedly stimulated
senses.

Only after Kaioshin's body had become
malleable from multiple climaxes had Kibito begun to prepare him.
With gentle fingers and generous lubrication, Kibito had teased the
deity's entrance into submission. Kibito had even kissed him there,
using his tongue to manipulate the orifice which Kaioshin bared in
offering. Before, the god had wanted nothing but to hide and be
ashamed of his submission. Now, with Kibito, the deity embraced his
sexuality in all its beauty.

Kaioshin didn't care that he cried with
wanton or that his lyrical voice was high with acceptance. All that
concerned him was each time that thick digit strategically
manipulated that sweet spot within him, causing delicious stars to
decorate Kaioshin's hazy vision.

With each movement, each brush,
Kaioshin's lids fluttered and his sides shivered with whimpers. The
fluid proof of his excitement dampened his violet-hued erection.
Kaioshin throbbed with such deep-set pleasure, proving the deity had
became but a puppet to Kibito's will. Never was anything worth
risking any possibility of Kibito faltering, and so Kaioshin moaned
to urge him further, knowing he would only experience more profound
sensations when his lover used more than his massaging fingers.

Kibito was patient throughout the
process, though his desire was evident in the swelling of his
manhood. He went so far as to tease Kaioshin first with the tip of
his arousal, smiling gently as the deity keened and bucked, ready for
the taking. It would be the first time Kaioshin would partake in sex
while facing his companion. Perhaps, Kaioshin realized, it was for
the best. He wanted only memories of Kibito above him to exist. For
once, his wishes were granted.

Kibito took him then, the two men
crying out with the fullness of the fit. Their bodies were opposite,
and yet became so compatible in that moment. Discomfort was to be
expected, no matter how diligent Kibito had prepared his lover.
Knowing this, Kibito bestowed kisses on Kaioshin's parted lips, his
graceful neck, his sensitive ears, whispering sweet nothings
throughout the entire process.

It was wonderful – more than
Kaioshin thought it would be. Considering the high hopes of the
deity, the entire experience was fulfilling and instantly addicting.
With each thrust, Kibito gave Kaioshin something worthy of being so
completely cherished. Their rhythm was so pleasure inducing, so
passionate, so perfectly measures and giving, that Kaioshin's toes
curled and lifted the satin sheets that creased beneath their
combined bodies.

Kaioshin felt so complete with Kibito
inside him and found himself incapable of coherent thought to
describe the profound experience. Their love making was a dance,
beautiful and breathtaking. From the sound of Kibito's harsh pants,
Kaioshin knew he had succeeded in breaking Kibito's control. His
bodyguard was stuck in the same pleasurable and carnal struggle he
was.

Unlike South Kaioshin, Kibito was not
using the fragile deity to reach bliss. Instead, he guided the
divinity towards heaven and made the journey with him. Each thrust
was a delicious and approaching step to climax.

With every movement, Kibito brushed
that sweet spot inside of the deity, causing Kaioshin to writhe and
cry and whimper, entirely at the mercy of his lover. Lavender fingers
pressed crescents in rouge skin wherever they could find purchase,
begging Kibito not to stop. Kibito couldn't have if he so desired,
too enamored with the way Kaioshin sweat and flushed beneath him,
moving with such unsurpassed grace even as he relinquished control of
his body and soul.

When Kaioshin came, his back arched
sharply, the lithe god delightedly flexible. He cried then, even
before Kibito managed to seize his spilling erection in one hand, the
other anchored to the arch of Kaioshin's delicate hips. At the
embrace of Kibito's stoking touch, Kaioshin became louder and louder,
trying to match the volume of beautiful music that strummed
throughout him, born by the release of such pure and miraculous
pleasure.

Kibito orgasmed that same instant, his
face twisting in a grimace even as he fought to view the divinity
contorting in the throes of passion below him. Even when Kaioshin
relearned to breathe had he failed to stop trembling. Not even when
Kibito virtually collapsed atop him had Kaioshin succeeded in seizing
his senses.

The god didn't want to control himself
– didn't need to, as he felt nothing but safety and love
beneath the weight of his lover. Kibito had begun kissing him in the
haze of their climax, capturing and prolonging Kaioshin's pleasure
before knotting it with his own. What they experienced then was the
most profound marriage, consummate and complete. Nothing in existence
would ever be capable of such fulfillment as Kaioshin experienced
then with his mate.

When Kaioshin cried that night, he did
so in happiness. He was concerned not of how Kibito viewed him,
certain that his guardian would never look down upon him, but of how
he could possible continue his duties when Kibito had permanently
gained so much of undying devotion.

And yet, as the days went on, followed
by months and then years, centuries and then millennia, Kaioshin
discovered his perfect path of existence. There was balance there,
though it was merely temporarily – as was the unavoidable fate
of the cosmos. After all, the universe was constantly expanding and
evolving.

Compared to the ever growing passion
Kaioshin and Kibito shared, the rate at which the cosmic canvas grew
was irrelevant. Throughout the immortals' naturally long existence,
nothing would be more important, nor as prevalent, as the love they
shared and treasured, each and every day.
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