Hold Me Tight [Renard] [pg13]

[RuetheDay]

Ciardha stood solitary as he waited, his pale white figure etched in the distance like a lonely ghost wandering the old grounds of the manor. He leaned against the unpredictably sturdy wood of the risen porch. His gold eyes shining with an undeniable hope. The clock had struck the dead hours as his hopeful expression began to fade, his golden eyes darkening.

Had Renard even gotten his note? He couldn't have not known to come, could he? Ciardha grew more and more worried that he was too subtle and even as the two's relationship had indefinitely advanced, there was still some doubt that this all wasn't any more than just spur of the moment. Ciardha sighed playing with yet another blue rose, they had carried a new meaning. And a new memory.

How Renard had welcomed his longing, his yearning for the other was arousing in a way Ciardha had never experienced. Ciardha never gave love a chance, so afraid to hurt another. His hate for himself made it so hard to let others in, how could he? It was all so new, this feeling... It was... in so many ways, so beautiful. So magnificent. He had never been this happy before, what reasons had he before this?

But even as the sweetest sensations overcame him in the back of his mind thew acidic whispers that always nibbled at his thoughts... about the lie he had told by omission. He wanted to deny it. He didn't want the other to ever know of his ugly side, the horrific monster he was. The terrible, monstrous demon beneath. No one could love that. Ever. He would always be haunted by this fact, it tainted even the best parts of this tiny bit of happiness, the sweet little romance. The only good thing he had ever allowed himself. Tainted. Spoiled.

He would have to tell him at some point and the reason he had wanted to meet him here was partially that... a strange feeling a small ignorant, stupid, unlikely bit of faith, faith in the bond that was slowly developing that told him it could endure even the worst life threw at them. There was a chance. A small insignificant chance. But that alone was better then not. And he would thrive on it as it was all he really had.

His bare shoulders were chilled by the chill of the gentle breeze, the long sleeved black t-shirt was so baggy it almost fell off his shoulders but it was a refreshing change as in the night he didn't have to guard his every inch from the dreaded sun. In the note he had scribbled down 10pm but it was getting much later and he was nearly ready to give up on Renard. Maybe he was busy or just wasn't in the mood...

[Anzeh]

Renard had recieved the note right before he left school for the day. Ten, that was the perfect time. It was late enough that no matter how late he was held back by Drama Club he wouldn't be late, and he actually had time afterwards to change his clothes and get ready so, he wasn't wearing the same old thing that was sweaty or stinky.

So, once he got out of Drama Club he went straight to his dorm, noting that it was only seven thirty, and took a shower and washed his hair He got dressed in something else, with a little coaching from Draner. Even though he took her word like a grain of salt, admittedly she was a bit of a fashionista, even more than Renard was. It took a little longer than he'd liked, but he finally got an outfit that both she and him liked. The clock read nine o'clock, so he had to get going.

What had made him late was this: the prejudice. Literally, a group of guys saw him while walking and he had to run for his life to avoid getting beat up. When he finally lost them he was deep in the woods far from the school and had to worm his way back and change back to being human since he'd shed his skin for speed's sake. Once he was back on school propert he walked with much more caution while pulling twigs and leaves out of his hair.

By this point it was nearly midnight before he walked up to the manor pulling out the last of the leaves and whatnot. He looked around and smiled as he saw Ciardha, running towards him.

"I'm so sorry!" he said with a geniunely apologetic look on his face. "Something... came up, and it made me late."

[RuetheDay]

Despite Renard's disheveled appearance he was more-or-less more happy that his lover-at least he thought he was, had not failed him. Ciardha ran to meet him, even in this state, to him, Renard was as lovely as ever. And even as the other expressed his apologies with an unexplained excuse, he didn't really care. He was so delighted, it didn't matter.

Placing his blue rose in his teeth, he romantically wrapped his arms around the other to caress him closely as he gazed into the other beautiful shining pools, probably Renard's most stunning feature. Idly he ran his hand over the other's smooth skin, before noticing more clearly the twig in the other's hair. Carefully, untangling it, he tossed it onto the ground.

His expression changing to one of much concern, he pulled a few from Renard's hair with a questioning look. He couldn't help but wonder what caused him late now... It wasn't really his business, perhaps, the timing was bad? Ciardha figured it would be less of a hassle after curfew. Shaking his head a little, he proceeded to pull Renard close to him, taking the rose from his teeth to hold it carefully in his hand, he began to move in for a kiss...

Growing in the background, the jeerings of other students, the crack of branches and leaves as they called out angrily; Ciardha's finely tuned senses honed in on it easily. His inability to speak had heightened other senses. The jeers and remarks were sounding from a short bit from where they stood, from the direction Renard had came from.

His golden eyes shifted from the woods from which he could hear the voices' source emerging to Renard's slightly distressed look, pulling back, he replaced the rose between his teeth, running his hands reassuringly down the other's arms. Taking him by the hands hesitantly he gave Renard a worried look before tugging his hands a little, nodding in the direction of the Manor.

It wasn't embarrassment or that he didn't want to be seen with Renard, more-or-less it was for the other's sake as his regards reminded him that society, in nature was cruel to what he now really realised they were... it was not something most accepted. But what was wrong with their love? What was wrong with being that way in general... Even in a place like the Academy, where different kinds and the unique were welcomed, it was still frowned upon?

Love is love, and though it was still new to him, this amazing feeling... Ciardha knew this fact to be true.

[Anzeh]

The young kitsune was glad that his boyfriend wasn’t thinking into it too much. The last thing he wanted was to cause undue worry for the other. He let a soft smile grace his lips as the other came closer. Renard noticed that in his hand was another blue rose. He reached out for the other’s hand and smelled the rose, bringing the other’s pale hand to his face and inhaling deeply. It smelled wonderful.He released his hand and watched the other place the rose between his lips and hug him. The shorter male returned the hug happily. Ever since the Auditorium, being near the other male became synonymous with the kitsune’s own happiness. Comforted by the feel of the other touching his skin, he was shocked and slightly mortified when he pulled out a twig. He thought he’d gotten them all!
Renard only got more embarrassed as the other pulled out more and more twigs from his hair. The younger’s only comfort was that he didn’t have to reply with his voice. If his words failed him he could let his fingers do the talking for him. But to his relief the other didn’t ask, merely shook his head and placed the rose in his hands, pulled him in close for a kiss. Slowly he closed his eyes and...

It stopped.

Curiously, blue orbs opened and looked at the other, who seemed to be listening to something, looking towards where he had come. Suddenly he heard jeers and laughter from that direction. Someone was coming. A look of distressed terror caught on his face, and Ciardha rubbed his arms to calm him, which indeed worked and coaxed out a soft smile, but his fear could not be hidden.

He nodded towards the manor and the meaning came across just fine. Renard wasn’t sure about Ciardha, but he didn’t want to risk being lynched by a group of angry mythical creatures. Up the steps and into the old house before the kids were upon them, he let out a slight sigh of relief. It was dark though, and he could barely see Ciardha. The only reason the silver-haired male knew where the other was was thanks to the fact they were still holding hands.

“What’s up?” he asked casually.

[RuetheDay]

As the sounds grew louder, the voices more intricate, more separated... Moving closer, the brush of leaves, crack of twigs. Each individual sound came at Ciardha and as he lead the other up the rickety stairs of the old manor's wrap around porch, he carefully kicked the door shut leaving the two shrouded in the pitch darkness. And even as Renard broke the silence, he was quiet, still listening... the voices grew nearer and with a pang of fear he heard the leader take the first step onto the old wooden porch. Every bit of Ciardha's body stiffened and general feral instinct took over.

As he presence grew closer, Ciardha went on the impulse of spontaneous action. Dragging Renard with him he ran around the side of an old parlour chair, shoving him behind it out of sight in the shadow of the old, dusty dark living room. When the door was kicked open with a skin prickling creak like the sound fingernails on chalkboard Ciardha dropped to the ground as a boot step landed hard on the wood floor. The sneers came in whispers and the group's leader entered, looking about. Ciardha had made it just in time, catching himself but not realizing his positioning until seconds later ...just above his boyfriend.

Ciardha's sheet white face hovered just above Renard's, he blushed at the closeness but really didn't want to move. He eased in carefully, pressing his tender lips against the others, picking back up where they had left off; like an apology and a reassurance. Pulling away as the others whom had followed them filed out cursing beneath their breath, after a sideways glance he looked into those azure eyes and gingerly went back for more, going in for a deep and passionate kiss.

Whatever compulsion drove him to such rash things. He loved it. And the burning sensation in his groin only urged his onward. Things were indefinitely about to get very interesting and though every bit of Ciardha told him this was wrong, he was overstepping his bounds. Something stronger told him it was so, so very right. He forgot about what he'd brought the other here for. It could wait. Right now, he could care less about anything else happening in this world, nothing really mattered as the sweet seduction over took him. He could only hope the other felt the same.

[Anzeh]

Renard was standing closest to the door, since he was the one who'd been dragged. The sounds were getting louder, and usually Draner was in his head, whispering to him it'll be alright, for even though she was mean usually she was sensitive to his feeling and fears. However now she was completely silent, and Renard knew that she too was scared.

And then there was the creak, and his heart stopped cold. In that moment his skin partially failed and two pure white, pointy ears replaced his ears atop his head, his pale hair falling over where his human ears had been. A poofy fox tail sprouted and fell from under his shirt and above the hem of his pants, all of this happening in the flash of an eye.

He was placed behind and dusty chair and instantly clapped his hands over his mouth and nose. Dust and stuff like that made him sneeze, and if he sneezed he would be spelling out something really bad for both of them. not to mention that now, since he had white parts, pure white, he would be easy to spot in the pitch darkness. He was scared. He wanted to cry. He wanted to cloak the white parts of him but his body wasn't listening.

The door was kicked open and Ciardha went down, Renard suddenly covered by his boyfriend's body, which comforted him some. Even though he could still hear them, he felt protected. Upon the kiss being placed on his lips, he realized how compromising the position was and blushed. He was pretty sure it wasn't seen though.

A few moments passed when he heard them leaving, slamming the door behind them. Once he was pretty sure they were gone, he felt another kiss on his lips, deeper, more passionate, more wanting. Renard loved this and returned it with as much as was given. Draner was still silent, probably not wanting to mess up this oh-so-perfect moment.

[RuetheDay]

The longings, the wants, the urge was truly killing him as he was drove to give into his impulse, kissing more and more deeply, more passionately, given even more energy due to his lover's eagerness enough so that his ego lead him past where he would have gone consciously.

As his long skillful fingers unbuttoned Renard's pants. He felt up the other, touching every bit of exposed skin, his mouth drifted from the other's to nuzzle back his lover's shirt collar and kiss his neck, peppering it with kisses slowly moving back up to the other's face only to frisk his lips before hovering above the other just to stare into those beautiful eyes.

He loved Renard and wanted to prove, this was his best way of doing so. As he leaned in for a slower, more full filling kiss his hands ran down to unbutton Renard's pants soon drifting to grope Renard's ass, pulling him closer to press against him. Slowly he began to work down the other's jeans, tugging them as much as he could off of Renard without separating his lips from his boyfriend's, deepening it rather than slowing.

He had exactly what any horny teenager had in mind. But being who he was, he already felt bad, the guilt surged through him as he waited for the others consent or rejection... With luck what he wanted would go over as well as everything else had... Plane and simple... Or perhaps ruin everything. He was ready for this risk.

[Anzeh]

Renard truly felt so loved by his boyfriend whom hung above him. The fluffy white tail that had slipped through his skin twitched fretfully from side to side in a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Every time their lips drifted apart from each other he took the opportunity to breathe before their lips met each other once more.

The kisses grew deeper and the atmosphere hotter, the younger and smaller of the two moaning softly into his lover’s lips.

Fingers drifted to his pants line and felt the cool of the other’s hand carress his rump. He let out an innocent yip in surprise, but it relaxed to the point his hand no longer felt since it was no longer as cold. If he thought that this was the extent of what was going to happen this time, what happened next would fix him well.

Ciardha continued, pulling him up so they pressed together with their lips still meshed, pulling down his pants as far as he could get without breaking the connection of their lips.

Face completely and utterly flushed, he broke the kiss (reluctantly) to breathe some. Once he felt that there was enough air in his body he returned to the kissing quite willingly.

[RuetheDay]

Breaking from the kiss once more he, moved so that he might pull the other's pants down the rest of the wand, removing his underwear as well to expose the kitsune's bottom half, Ciardha didn't quite realise what it was he was doing yet, instinct was fully taking over, lust had taken over. It felt so wrong and so right. He was slightly embarrassed as he met the other's lips once more, kicking his lover's shoes behind them.

He let the kiss increase in intensity, deepening it, putting every ounce of his passion for the other into his actions, the desperate longing for the other one, all of him, everything. He wanted Renard. So, so very bad. His kisses drifted to the others neck, he nibbled Renard's ear affectionately, supporting himself above the other with one hand as he unbuttoned his black skinny jeans beginning to slide them down as well, his lips met the other's once more, more feverishly as if pleading for the access that was inferred so obviously.

He could barely wait for the other's permission, he knew it'd be a yes. He could feel it as he pulled down his pants the rest of the way, parting their kiss only to kick them off the rest of the way before readjusting himself above the other, spreading Renard's legs with an apologetic, pleading, awkward look as he hoped the other would approve of his wished. He hovered above him in the hotness of the air, his golden eyes hopeful, strands of his shoulder length bleach white hair falling into his face bit by bit.

[Anzeh]

Renard L'Ours

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Renard soon found himself partially naked beneath Ciardha. Embarassment was the only thing on his mind, the only thing that registered. Later, after mussing with his shirt as though wanting to hide himself from his boyfriend's yellow gaze, he realized what his situation truly was: bottom naked beneath a quite obviously horny Ciardha. As if his animal side knew what was coming, they stopped flickering around. His tail however had the right idea, wrapping around his waist to hide part of his lower half.

The kitsune's lips tingled with the intensity and passion, mostly because he knew that that intensity and passion came from him. All of this, all of these feelings that were overwhelming the mute hanging above him was Renard's fault. It had come from Ciardha's love and passion towards him. A sigh escaped the younger's very pink lips, nearly bruised from the other's kisses, when he went to work on another part of his body--no not there you pervert--Ciardha's lips found his neck and ear, and he was busied with those for a little while.

Since Renard's eyes were open now, he followed one of the other's pale hands curiously as it wandered down to his zipper and undid his skinnies. He saw some of the other's pale flesh before a kiss drove his eyes closed, his arms wrapping around the other's neck. There was significantly less passion in this one, but he seemed to be... asking him for something...

Time passed before his question became completely known to him. The way he looked at him as though to say he was sorry yet at the same time wanting more... His position between the kitsune's legs, prepared to do that once he got his okay...

He nodded slightly. "G-go ahead..."

[RuetheDay]

He couldn't believe what he was doing... Was he really doing this? An array of emotions and thoughts passed through his head as the other permitted him to do as he pleased. He had only known Renard for oh so long... Been seeing? Would it be considered, seeing? ...For a very short period of time. But this lust came over him so heavily, he wanted all of him, every last bit.

But how could he with his conscious egging at him with his dishonesty by omission and now what was probably considered statutory rape... Even as the other was asking for it.

Kissing Renard gently, following a trail of them done his chest, tonguing and nibbling the his nipple playfully before getting to the point. Heh, the point. inserting the head carefully, he thrusted up hard into his lover, a small moan escaped his mouth, it felt so good. The reaction of the other, not that he could really focus on anything else, sounded like it was just as good for him as it was for Ciardha.

He began to pump hard and deep but not too vigorously, being this was his first time and probably Renard's he figured it necessary to be a bit more gentle unless Renard asked for more. He didn't wanna screw up and he forgot to lighten the load before he came... Or rather didn't came... In other words, this wasn't exactly planned.

[Anzeh]

Renard L'Ours

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The emotions and heat of the situation was making him very dizzy, and all that his lovely blue eyes brimming with lust registered was the thin pale body of his boyfriend hanging over him and the heat between his legs pressing at him, asking, pleading for entrance. It was so strange... so new... He felt so dizzy, but he knew he would be fine.

The initial feeling could be described as quiet a bit of pain as he was forced into accepting his boyfriend into him, but once he was inside he could relax, since the pain was like a shaft of lightning. White hot one moment and a dull ache the next. Soft noises fell from his lips as he felt his lover moving inside him, deep and hard but not too fast... it was good... amazing...

Time seemed to vanish entirely, and after what felt like 10 minutes, but must've surely been at the very least a half hour or more, his head fogged up completely, his form spent and his white fox ears and tail vanished. Renard reached for Ciardha and held him close, basking together in the sweet afterglow.