Moonlit Meetings

Dislaimer: Don’t own Beyblade…

Author notes: Thank you to everyone that reviewed on my other stories… This one’s my… eh… I don’t know… I’m feeling fluffy at the moment, and this is what I came up with…

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Moonlit Meetings

Chapter 1

He slunk through the shadows, his deep blue eyes, reflecting the little light that hit them. He’d done this many times before, his feet knowing exactly where to put themselves so he didn’t make a sound. His eyes flicked up to the camera, it’s small bee-like sound alerting him of it’s turning.

He dodged it’s gaze, his brown-green cape swishing after him. He came to that all too familiar hallway – the one with the many paintings of salamanders and knights, the blood red and deep blue wall and ceiling patterns and his favourite door.

His fist rose to knock, stopping a millimetre away. He was hesitating, he was nervous. His mate had been away on a business trip with his father and had returned that morning. He’d missed him greatly, hardly getting any sleep without his younger mate’s warm, bare body beside his.

His hand had barely touched the door before it was opened and he was yanked inside. He felt soft lips pressed against his, soon missing them as they pulled away. He moved forward, contact being made again.

They clumsily let themselves fall to the bed, parting once again to take a long look at each other. The man’s eyes scanned his mate, taking in the ruffled looking, loose night shirt. His red hair looked just as – maybe more – dishevelled than his shirt. His violet eyes stared back, “Lupinex… I missed you.” The proud Scot whispered hesitantly, still not used to being so… submissive, so vulnerable.

But he had missed the man, every single day he was gone. He’d missed the soft touches, the small kisses, their nightly couplings. He’d been so distracted he’d been ordered to return home immediately, his father would talk to him when he got back.

The man chuckled, moving quickly to the bed, gathering the young Majestic into his arms, kissing him deeply, “I missed you too.” He kissed the boy again and again, each time lasting longer than the last, each leading to another article of clothing falling to the floor.

They’d been doing this for a year now, their meetings during the night. Their teams (they hoped) were oblivious to their night time activities. And, that’s how they wanted it to stay.

Being gay was one of the things Johnny McGregor wasn’t supposed to be. He was supposed to grow, marry, run his family’s business, have kids and then age even older, eventually passing these responsibilities to his son or daughter. The thought of his family finding out about him sharing his bed with - not only - another man, but his enemy and rival, drove him to near insanity.

He moaned, his head tilting back as the werewolf stripped him of his last piece of clothing. Lupinex licked and sucked his exposed neck, the firm flesh reddening when he released it and moved down. He found the light scar, the one that meant the Majestic was his. In return Johnny kissed the scar of the werewolf’s neck.

Johnny thrust his hips up, grinding his groin into Lupinex’s, both of them moaned and gasped, every movement sending a new jolt of tingly pleasure into every nerve in their bodies.

“I really, really missed you.” The werewolf chuckled as snagged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Shhh… Just enjoy this.”

Johnny did: letting out a long, deep groan as Lupinex’s hand enveloped his arousal, stroking up and down. He let out a gasp when Lupinex took a nipple into his mouth, licking and nibbling lightly on the pink flesh.

The red-head’s hands moved to thread through the man’s grey hair, working it out of the loose ponytail the werewolf always had it in. He pulled Lupinex up so he could kiss him, long and loving, just like before.

“Johnny?” The hazy mist of pleasure that had blown into the Scot’s mind, cleared a bit, his eyes sliding open to gaze up at Lupinex, “Ready?”

The red-head nodded, wrapping his legs around the werewolf’s waist. Lupinex went slowly first, building up a rhythmic speed, their panting the music for it. He growled, one arm lying near Johnny’s head, as he pressed a quick kiss to his mouth.

Johnny’s back arched up as felt Lupinex hold his erection, again stroking, faster each time.

They both could feel that familiar warming in their bellies, they felt the wall coming, just a bit longer. A few more thrust, a few more moans and a bit more panting. Johnny moaned as Lupinex his prostate, that little gland that caused pleasure to spark and ignite in him. The werewolf hit there again, each time causing Johnny to moan and thrust up, a beautiful sight to the man.

Johnny let out a long moan as he hit that wall, the ususal waves of pleasurable tingliness, reaching everyone of his limbs: his toes, fingers, his nose and everything else. His lover hit it too, a second later. They fought back their screams: Johnny biting Lupinex’s shoulder, Lupinex biting the pillow.

They laid there panting, arms and legs still tangled around each other.

“I… love you…” Johnny panted, his chest heaving against Lupinex’s.

“Love you too…”

Lupinex moved to get dressed, “No!” They both looked surprised by the outburst, “Stay here, just for tonight.”

The werewolf smiled, nodding as he laid beside the red-head, kissing him again as he pulled the blankets around them. Johnny sighed, kissing the werewolf’s chest.

There wasn’t anything to worry about, the door was closed and locked, no-one would find them.

Or so he thought.