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Hitoshi stared into the flames, which crackled and flickered. The same flames that had flared purple a moment before in a jet flame. He stood there stunned, difficult to tear away from the sight of the fire.
Everyone looked at him, everyone cheered.
He himself was frozen in shock.
Of course, he was kind of happy that the ghosts had chosen him but no one knew what would happen to him tonight.
That scared him.
Nezu, the village chairman, came to him and pulled him onto a small wooden stage. There he said a few words which were more aimed at the people than at Hitoshi.
Hitoshi hardly listened, he knew the speech anyway. It was the same as every year.
Tonight was Samoni, one of the most important days in their culture. The boundaries between the worlds were thin tonight, in some places no longer existent.
Blood sacrifices and gifts were offered to the beings from the Otherworld, great fires were lit and loud and extensive celebrations continued until late at night. Songs were sung about different creatures, decorated masks were worn and accessories reminiscent of horns.
Everyone was welcome, local or foreign. Humans as well as creatures. Even if nobody saw the creatures or they were simply not noticeable in their disguises.
In addition, one of the people was chosen who was allowed to enter the ritual site alone and at night.
This cave was one of the places where the boundaries between the worlds opened up tonight.
In the early evening a fire bowl was set up and everyone in the village threw a handful of a special herbal mixture into the fire. In this process the spirits choose their candidate for the night.
All these years Hitoshi had thrown his herbs into the fire, nothing had ever happened. But tonight the beings of the Otherworld had chosen him. Of all these people in his village they had chosen him.
He had been in the cave many times. However, only during the day and never alone. It was forbidden to go inside alone, one could get lost in other worlds.
He had just been inside this very morning to prepare the cave with a few others. Like the last few years. Likewise after the festival to clean them up again.
After Nezu finished speaking he took Hitoshi to the village elders' house.
They took off his clothes, gave him a robe that actually only covered the bare essentials, but was nicely embroidered, and painted signs with animal blood on his skin.
He knew the meaning of a few but he was too young to know them all.
When he was finished he was brought back to the village square. There he was consecrated by Nezu in the name of the gods.
Finally he was led to the entrance of the cave, accompanied by cheers and singing.
Hitoshi was nervous when he stood in front of it but also incredibly excited. He took one last look back into the crowd, smiled at his parents, then stepped forward.
He tried to drive away the thoughts of his predecessors, which he only managed to a limited extent.
No one had come out of the cave alive or in their right mind for years. Yagi Toshinori was the last one who was able to establish a connection to the Otherworld and to keep it after the Samoni festival. That was many years ago.
Many chosen ones after him had gone into the cave and never got out.
The next day there was simply no trace of many of them. Some were dead. Some of them were torn apart beyond recognition and they had to scrub the blood from the walls and floor for days, others had been completely undamaged, looked like they were just sleeping peacefully.
There were also some who came out of the cave alive. But they were different.
They were no longer themselves or had lost their minds.
Or they went in as young people and came out as old people.
A lot could happen.
Toshinori had been one of the most important people in their village and beyond until his death last year.
He could see the spirits and communicate with them even on normal days when the boundaries of the worlds were not as thin as they were on Samoni.
That had been an incredible asset to their village. The spirits had warned him of dangers, regardless of whether they were from, other people or from the forces of nature. He also knew when the spirits were angry and how to appease them. He had been a hero in their village!
Hitoshi didn't dare hope that he would follow in Toshinori's footsteps. He just hoped the spirits wouldn't tear him apart.
With a torch in hand he walked slowly down the dark corridor. The way never seemed as long to him as it was tonight.
He had the feeling that he was being watched and he thought he heard soft whispers. The whispers grew louder with every step he took. There were many voices speaking in a language he didn’t understand. It sounded like the cawing of ravens and yet he thought he could hear individual words even if he didn't know their meaning.
Finally he made it into the great stone hall.
Candles lit them. Shadows danced on the walls that didn't look like they came from the flickering light. If he looked closely the shadows even looked human or animal like. But only for a split second then they were gone again.
Hitoshi walked slowly further into the room.
It looked much bigger than it had done this morning. As if it would go further behind the walls.
The voices were no longer whispers, they were loud and mixed up as if he were standing in the middle of a crowd.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw something glow and when he turned around he saw red eyes. The next moment they were gone. Then they were a little further. And a second later two more pairs appeared. Shortly afterwards they were gone again.
The further into the middle he got the more appeared and the longer they stayed.
He also felt touches on his skin, light stroking, gentle pulling. However, it got stronger and stronger until it was almost tugging and tearing.
His heart was beating fast with excitement and fear. He still went on.
He knew without anyone telling him that he had to go to the middle. And despite the tugging of the ghostly hands he finally made it.
He saw the shadows around him, felt them on his arms and legs, saw their eyes following him.
And then there was a shadow right in front of him and more clearly than the others.
From one moment to the next he had appeared. Glowing red eyes looked at him. He looked human even if his aura was definitely something else. Only on the head it had to have something like horns.
He just looked at him.
And Hitoshi stopped in front of him.
The other shadows kept pulling at him, making him totter more and more. Gradually the grips even became painful but Hitoshi still ignored them. He felt that he wanted this one, that this one was important, that he was his destiny.
The shadow raised it´s hand, held it out to Hitoshi.
He raised his hand too.
Before he could grab the ghostly hand he stumbled, being pushed by one of the other shadows.
Hitoshi looked around startled, trying to scare away the shadows.
But then the shadow in front of him began to rant. In a stern voice he hissed at the others and even if the young human didn't understand a word, the tone was clear.
After that it became quieter, only a few shadows whispered, it sounded like complaints. Most of them gave up on Hitoshi.
With a rapid heartbeat Hitoshi turned back to the one.
This time it was himself who raised his hand first but the being in front of him reacted immediately.
When their hands touched he felt his otherworldly aura even more strongly.
And then he saw him.
In front of him stood a man with black hair and curving horns sticking out of his head on the sides. The eyes were bright red and resembled those of a cat. On his body he wore a toga made of dark fabric with red decorations. The uncovered skin showed tattoos that were the same as the marks the elders had painted on Hitoshi's skin.
He could see long dark claws on the hand that Hitoshis held.
"Nice that you have chosen me, Hitoshi."
The purple-haired looked at him in surprise. His voice dark and rough, the same voice as before, only this time he understood the words.
"You... you know our language... and you know my name..."
The man, the creature, giggled.
“Is that really the first thing you want to say to me? But well, I understand that this can be confusing to a human.
I chose you tonight You piqued my interest. However, you also had to choose me in order to see and understand me."
Now he understood the words, but not the meaning behind them.
"I... chose you?"
The other nodded.
"I was the first of us that you touched yourself."
That made sense... kind of.
"But you scared away the others."
"You had already made up your mind, they just wanted to prevent it and lure you into their trap so that you could touch one of them when you tried to scare them away, I prevented just that."
So not only did he choose him, he saved him.
For the first time in minutes he took his eyes off the being in front of him, looked around. The shadows from before had withdrawn, they were still there, he could feel that, but they were hiding in the darkness. Only scurrying back and forth now and then.
Then suddenly he turned back to the horned one.
“I... I'm sorry. You know who I am, but I don't even know who you are. Instead of asking for your name, I'll pester you with other questions. "
The other laughed.
“I have many names. Especially you humans like to give me or beings like me different titles. Which one do you want? "
He looked amused and a little mocking.
Hitoshi just stared at him for a moment.
“Do you have a real name, too? One that was not given to you by strangers? I want to know this one. "
The mocking expression on the black-haired man's face disappeared and was replaced by a gentle smile.
"Shota."
Hitoshi was smiling too now.
"Hello Shota, welcome to my world."
The man, Shota, laughed again.
"Hello Hitoshi, welcome to my world."
Now the young human was confused again. But when he only briefly looked at the surroundings he realized again how unknown the cave seemed to him.
“Well, actually we are neither in my nor your world and in both at the same time. We are in a transition, the line is blurring here."
Fascinated, but also worried, he looked around again, although nothing had changed in the last few minutes.
With his hands still clasped he unconsciously came closer to Shota. He felt safe with him.
But maybe that was just a temptation. A call to death. So many before him had not returned.
"Am I going to die?"
The older man's expression couldn't be read.
"Yes."
It was a strange feeling that this one word made him feel. He didn't want to die yet but he still felt safe with the man in front of him.
There were way too many thoughts that shot through his head and it was only a second at most before Shota spoke again.
“Everyone dies one day. I don't know when your time will be up. I just hope not too soon."
There was relief. He shouldn't be asking such vague questions. But this was all so overwhelming.
"What happens now?", asked the purple-haired after a while "will you take me into your world?"
Shota shook his head.
"No... but I could if you want to. However, it could be that you won't be able to go back into your world for years. I leave it to you to choose what we’re going to do tonight. "
There was a lot he wanted to do, he was curious, had a thousand questions, of course he would like to see other worlds but he also wanted to go back to his own. And there were sure to be a lot of options that he didn't even know were available.
"Is there really nothing you want to do?" he asked Shota.
"Of course." he replied with a grin and his gaze moved very obviously over Hitoshi's body.
"But not everyone likes what I like and I like it more when I know that the other person likes it too."
The way he spoke and looked at him, the human doubted that it was about excursions through other worlds.
He took a step back, a little uncertain. He felt an attraction for the man in front of him. He just didn't know if he should really have sex with anotherworldly being. He was not sure that this even worked. Besides, he didn't even know what Shota was. He had so many questions, but he didn't want to spend the night annoying the other with questions.
Undecided, he looked around again, wanted to turn away. Before he could let go of Shota's hand, the grip tightened.
"Don’t!"
Hitoshi looked at him again in surprise.
“Our connection is weak. At the moment you only see and understand me because we’re physical in touch."
Hitoshi's grip also tightened unconsciously.
There was silence for a moment.
“Then I know what I want. I want to strengthen the connection between us."
He couldn't even tell why. It was just a feeling. It felt right. As if they belong together.
Of course he knew that there were also beings who only played with people, seduced them and led them to do something stupid.
But he didn't care at the moment.
He wanted to stay with Shota longer. Even if he were his downfall. But he had a strange feeling of trust and familiarity.
Shota tilted his head a little, let his eyes wander over Hitoshi's body again. This time the desire was even more evident in his gaze. He bit his lip, now it seemed he was the one who was undecided. At the same time, he looked like he was yearning for the moment when he could tear Hitoshi´s clothes off.
“I can strengthen the connection between us or between you and my world. But without an anchor it can happen that the soul and body get lost in different worlds at the end of this night."
That didn't sound like something pleasant and he wondered how many before him this had happened.
"What does it all mean? What is an anchor What if I have one?"
"Well..." Shota pulled him closer so that they were only a few inches apart. “If I strengthen our connection you will be able to see me on nights like this, on normal days you will not see me but you will be able to feel my presence, like before you touched me. And only me. If I strengthen the connection between you and my world you will be able to see us all... at least if you are lucky and your soul doesn't follow me into my world and leaves your body behind tonight. And an anchor…” now he grinned slightly mischievously. "could be me. I can guide you. I still can’t take you into my world without danger but we could be together in yours."
He gently stroked his cheek with his free hand.
"But I would have to make you mine."
Again he looked as if he was about to fuck him. As if Hitoshi was the most desirable thing he had ever seen.
And Hitoshi longed for his touch. Leaned against the broad chest of the creature.
He felt a similar need. He wanted more from him. He wanted him to make a move on him. Even if he didn't know what exactly it meant, he wanted to be his!
“I want to be yours!” Hitoshi breathed, looking up and into red, feline eyes.
Shota was obviously still holding back.
"I..." he closed his eyes for a few seconds to collect himself. "I would love to."
The hand that was still resting on his cheek stroked his hair.
“If you don't want any of this you have to say it! I’ll stop right then. But if I stop and the connection isn’t complete, I don't know exactly what could happen."
Hitoshi ignored his nervousness.
"Then you have to be so good that I don't want you to stop."
He definitely sounded more confident than he felt.
Shota grinned.
"I guess I can make that happen.”
The hand on the back of Hitoshi's head pulled him even closer and they finally kissed.
At first it was careful, both of them were unsure how far they should go.
But Hitoshi closed his eyes, pressed himself close to the other and put his free arm around his waist. Finally the uncertainty disappeared and the kiss became more intense. The restraint subsided and a shy kiss on closed lips turned into a passionate open mouthed kiss. Shota sucked on Hitoshi's lower lip and he hummed with relish.
When they let go they looked deeply into each other's eyes for a moment. At that moment Hitoshi felt even more than before that they belonged together. No matter what Shota would do to him he knew it was right. He knew he was going to push him to his limit but he would like it. He knew Shota would take care of him.
Never before he had trusted anyone as much as this strange being in whose arms he lay.
Somehow that scared him.
When that very being was spreading kisses on the corner of his mouth and jaw and then licking up his ear, sending a slight tremor through his body, Hitoshi took a tiny step back.
"Wait!"
Shota looked at him surprised and also a little hurt, he probably didn't expect a rejection that early.
“Don't look like that. I want this! Beforehand I just want to know what you are."
What kind of being was he about to give oneself to in here?
The black-haired man looked relieved immediately.
"You humans have given my people many names. Some call us demons, some spirits. Your people call us Sídhe, what's actually closest to what we say. My home is the Oweynagat."
A Sídhe... a fairy creature. Of course he had heard of it. There were so many stories, fairy tales and myths. Many of them to scare children or to calm them down. But of course nobody could say anymore how much truth there was in these stories.
"Would you like to know more or..."
He left the sentence unfinished, instead he pulled him back and licked the corner of his mouth. In these feline eyes a questioning look whether it was okay to continue.
Hitoshi drove away the thoughts of the horror stories about fairies immediately but also the good bedtime stories of his parents.
Only this one Sídhe mattered now.
He could still ask all his questions later.
He turned his head a little to catch the other's lips who responded immediately.
The Sídhe cautiously loosened her intertwined hands but only to then press him even closer with his arm.
For a long moment they stood so closely entwined.
Gradually, the two of them began to move. Shota broke the kiss. A second later his lips were on the other's neck looking for a spot and sucking on his skin.
This made Hitoshi groan softly and he tugged at the Sídhe's toga.
Said looked him in the eyes, then grinned. Then he pulled him along. In a few steps they were at the edge of the cave. Shota turned him and pressed the young human against the wall. He kissed him again. And he let his hands wander. From his shoulders to his painted chest, to his hips.
Hitoshi's hands weren’t idle either. They tried to untie the knot of the toga. Which took him a while as he was too distracted from the hot kiss. In the end the fabric slipped off the body of the black-haired man.
Hitoshi broke the kiss, gasped, and took a moment to look at Shota.
Pale skin, tattoos all over his body, some scares were in between.
Shota was the most beautiful thing Hitoshi had ever seen.
As if the other had heard his thoughts he grinned and stroked the young man's lower lip. The latter opened his mouth slightly. He took advantage of this and pushed two fingers between his soft lips.
The purple-haired watched the other man with half-closed eyes, licked the claws carefully, then along his fingers and sucked on them.
The Sídhe watched him with satisfaction.
Finally he thought it was enough and withdrew his fingers from his mouth.
With the other hand he fiddled with the fabric Hitoshi was wearing on his body until it fell to the ground as well and they both stood naked together.
He led his damp fingers to his hole and pressed it carefully against it.
For a moment Hitoshi felt nervousness rising. But immediately the Sídhe leaned over, kissed him on the forehead and mumbled calming words in his ear.
When he relaxed again, the fingers carefully penetrated deeper.
"That's good. Let go. Give yourself to me."
Slowly he pushed his fingers further until they finally brushed a spot that made the human gasp.
Again and again the fingers hit it. Slowly the movements got faster too.
Hitoshi buried his face in the crook of the other's neck, distributed a few kisses himself on the sensitive skin there and groaned more and more often.
His now hard dick pressed against Shota's leg and he began to rub against it. With a grin he pressed that leg even tighter against his crotch which made Hitoshi moan louder.
No one had ever turned on him so much before. Not that much had happened yet. Nevertheless, he already felt his orgasm building up.
"Shota~" he muttered. He wanted more. He wanted to be his.
But Shota continued as before. He just slid his fingers into his body faster.
"Shota please!" He wanted to feel him inside him. Not just his fingers. "I want you!"
The Sídhe grinned, kissed his ear.
“Don't worry, little one. You get more."
Still he went on like this.
Again and again he thrust his fingers into him, brushing this spot that drove him crazy.
And finally he couldn't hold back any longer.
He came with the name of Sídhe on his lips.
For a long moment he just hung in the other's arms. Tried to get off his high and normalize his fast breathing.
"Shota..." he mumbled after a while.
He hadn't wanted to come so early, he wanted to really have sex with him.
But when he looked up, the black-haired grinned as if everything was still going according to plan. The young man looked at him questioningly, watching as he slipped one hand between their bodies, the other still on his ass. Shota wiped some of the semen off his hip and, looking at the boy, brought his hand to his mouth, licked off the white substance. Hitoshi's eyes widened and a hot chill ran through his body again. The other used this moment to push the fingers of his other hand deep into him again, which made him moan.
"It's not over yet."
The expression in these cat's eyes was predatory and possessive.
It made him want to keep going, even though he had just come.
That was obviously Shota's plan, too. He put his hand between their bodies again, grabbed and rubbed Hitoshi's limp dick, but slowly it got hard again after some pumping.
The purple-haired man leaned his head against the wall, trying to breathe calmly. Meanwhile, the fingers spread in his hole again and again, widening it more.
The feelings were overwhelming. He was so much more sensitive after his orgasm. It was almost too much. But he also wanted more.
After a while the other finally let go of him. Pulled both hands back.
Hitoshi grumbled briefly. He was so horny again. And now he felt empty. He wanted more. Not less.
But he should get more.
Shota gave him a quick kiss on the lips then grabbed his hips and picked him up.
Hitoshi wrapped his legs around the other out of pure reflex. He looked at him a little surprised.
The Sídhe chuckled and licked his lips.
“I said it's not over yet. Far from it. "
He leaned Hitoshi against the cave wall and actually mustered enough strength to hold it with only one hand.
With the other he got into position.
Then he penetrated him.
His dick was quite a bit larger than his fingers, there was a slight uncomfortable stretch but it didn't really hurt. And he was still slow.
Carefully he lowered Hitoshi. Then he lifted him up, pulled out of him, and then let him sink down again.
They repeated this a few times until Hitoshi got used to the size of him and relaxed more.
Then they go faster, the trusts got harder.
With his arms wrapped around the neck of the black-haired man and one hand buried in the soft hair, Hitoshi gave himself to the situation. surrendered, moved towards him, moaned loudly in his ear.
Shota groaned too. Licked the sweat from his neck.
He sank deep into it.
They both groaned loudly.
Then Shota buried his teeth in the crook of his neck.
As if he were claiming him.
It hurt but at the same time it sent a hot tingling sensation through his body.
The teeth came out of his flesh slowly and the Sídhe hummed darkly against his skin.
"Mine!"
Hitoshi groaned again. Just that one word almost brought him to climax.
Shota seemed to notice that and grinning, he licked the spot.
"Do you like that?" He nibbled a little. "Or is it my voice that turns you on?"
Both! he wanted to say but only a loud moan came from his mouth.
"Oh shit... Hitoshi, you’re so wonderful."
Now the other was probably also near his limits.
As quickly as the position allowed it, he moved back and pushed again. Again and again.
Hitoshi almost screamed when he came a second time that night.
Through the veil of exhilaration he was experiencing, he noticed how Shotas movements slowed but didn’t stop.
Only when he could think more clearly again did he notice that Shota had bitten again. He purred softly against his skin. When he pulled away he looked deep into the eyes of the purple-haired man. A playful expression and an enthusiastic glow could be seen in the feline eyes.
Breathing hard and exhausted he let himself hang in the others arms. His whole body was shaking but he felt so good.
"Mine." Shota mumbled again and then moved inside him again.
Only then did Hitoshi realize that the other was still hard and inside him.
He groaned, whimpered a bit about the sensation.
That was too much!
Shota continued slowly. The gaze fixed on Hitoshi's face.
It was too much.
He whined softly.
He couldn't and didn't want to say that Shota should stop.
Again and again said Sídhe thrust into him, hit this spot in him again and again.
It was too much.
Whimpering and moaning, he hung in Shota's arms when Shota's finally climaxed.
He was a mess.
He heard the Sídhe speak, he mumbled things in his ear that his brain could hardly pick up. Slowly he opened the eyes that he hadn't noticed he'd closed.
The other one carefully pulled himself out of him, put him down on shaky legs but still hold him. The young man was happy about it, didn't know whether he could still stand on his own.
It was quiet for a moment.
When Hitoshi looked the other in the face, he saw that damn smirk again. It drove him crazy. Could one get addicted to a grin? If so, he was.
It was quiet for a while and Hitoshi leaned more against the wall.
Shota lowered his gaze, let it wander over the humans body.
Then he purred. He really sounded like a cat - matching the eyes. One of his hands stroked his chest, his stomach...
"I seem to have quite an effect on you."
He grasped his groin which was already hard again but was so incredibly sensitive that Hitoshi moaned loudly even at the gentle touch, then whimpered softly.
"The night is still young."
Shocked for a moment he looked into Shota's grinning face.
It was too much!
He wanted more!
"Lay down!"
The black-haired man let go of him, laid the fabric of their clothes on the floor.
And Hitoshi obeyed.
He would do anything his Sídhe asked him to do.
At some point Hitoshi woke up. He had no idea what time it was or how long they were up.
He looked around, sleepy and exhausted.
The cave looked like it used to be, no shadows on the walls, no glowing eyes. Most of the candles were burned down.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a scurry and he looked in the direction.
There was... he didn't know what it was. It looked like a human. Just so much smaller. Hitoshi's forearm was bigger. But it was too dark to see it better and then it had already disappeared behind a stone.
A movement beside him immediately distracted him from it anyway. And when he saw who was lying next to him the little creature was forgotten.
Shota opened his eyes sleepily. For a moment his gaze was unfocused, not fully awake and then he looked at Hitoshi. He blinked a few times, then smiled.
"Good morning, Hitoshi."
He straightened up a little heavily and gave him a kiss on the mouth.
He replied immediately.
A wave of happiness swept through his body.
Shota was still there. His Sídhe was still with him.
Said rubbed his face with a growl and stretched. Hitoshi had to grin. It reminded him more and more of a cat.
Then he stretched too, grumbling at his own stiff limbs.
How long did they had sex last night? How often did he come? He couldn't tell.
But it was wonderful. Far too overwhelming. Too much. Incredibly awesome.
Shota pulled his toga out from under them, looked critically at the crumpled fabric for a moment. Then he shook it out a little and wrapped it around him again.
Only when he was finished and looking at him did he realize that he had been staring at him the whole time.
The Sídhe chuckled briefly.
“Don't you want to get dressed too? I actually like the sight much better but I think your people are waiting for you and I really don't like it if I have to share this view with them. "
Hitoshis cheeks got hot and he reached for what he was wearing yesterday.
As he wrapped the fabric around his hips, he looked at the marks on his skin. He stroked it carefully. It didn't feel like dried blood. It didn't look like that either. The color looked black but maybe it was just the dim light.
But he was sure the color was no longer on his skin, it was under!
"You are mine now!"
Again he looked at Shota who looked at him satisfied.
The same marks were on his skin.
Smiling he held out his hand to the other man.
"Let's go."
When they reached the exit of the cave the sun was just rising, the sky was colored red.
Hitoshi saw the spirits first. Big ones, small ones, with and without wings, some that looked like humans, others that looked like animals. They were everywhere.
And he could see them!
Only after that did he see the two people who were slumbering against the stone next to the entrance. A red-haired young man holding a young woman with pink hair in his arms.
Hitoshi had to laugh. Shota looked at him confused.
"You two should keep watch!"
Those who were addressed winced startled, looked up tired and confused.
When they saw the purple-haired man they both jumped up, wide awake at once.
"Hitoshi!", Mina whispered and fell into his arms.
"You came back!" It took a moment longer for Eijiro, then he hugged them, too.
Shota wasn’t seen by any of them and after Eijiro just ran through him he obviously didn't have a body for them either.
For a moment Hitoshi wondered how many beings from the Otherworld he had passed through. Then the others let go of him.
"We have to let the village know that you’ve come back!"
Eijiro grabbed a horn and blew into it. A loud, dark tone echoed through the village.
Hitoshi reached for Shota's hand again.
He was exhausted but happy. And he wanted to savor the moment with his Sídhe until everyone was awake.