{"sf1_id":241995,"sf2_id":"dmWyZNw1","title":"Family Ties: My Love","author":"Judah Vishas","words":1946,"posted_at":"2011-04-19T00:53:00.000Z","tags":["Demon","Gay","Human","Love","M/M","Nudity","Romance","Young"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/241995-family-ties-my-love","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmWyZNw1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e6/c7/e6c7e6f5-13ae-4503-915a-1a70c5af9a68","description":"#3 of Family Ties","content":" **My Love**\n\nA SideProject by Kyuuketsuki\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnthony awakened again, this morning having been a false start. He hadn't realized how tired he was  \nfrom the night he'd left 'home'. The room was dark now, only lit by the pale blue moonlight pouring  \nthrough the window. Amid the countless pencil drawings and dangerous-looking, bladed decorations  \nhe saw a clock. His highly light-sensitive eyes had not trouble reading its face. It was a quarter after  \neleven p.m. He'd slept since eleven a.m.  \n  \nThe young half-demon yawned and stretched his arms and legs. He moved to sit up but something  \nwas holding him down. Anthony looked down to his waist and found a pale arm draped across him. He  \nsaw the black nail polish and knew immediately whose arm it was. He tried to carefully lift Drayke's  \narm off of him, but the slight man held him a little tighter.  \n  \n\"Relax, Anthony. I'm not going to rape you.\" Drayke said, his voice cracking the silent darkness. He  \nslipped his hand up the half-demon's shirt. \"Touch... caress... _molest_ you, maybe.\" He continued,  \ngently biting his neck. \"But never that dishonorable act... unless you asked.\" he chuckled. \"You don't  \nmind, do you?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; Anthony opened his mouth to respond, but clenched his teeth when he felt one of Drayke's long  \nfingers tracing circles around his left nipple. \"Wouldn't that bother Kyle?\" he asked. He didn't exactly  \nwant to say no and the only thing he could find to put between them was Drayke's mate.  \n  \n\"Have you forgotten? Our relationship is open.\" Drayke whispered in his ear.  \n  \n\"Did he tell you how old I am?\"  \n  \n\"Are you going to tell on me, Anthony?\" It was hardly a question. In some way, it could have even  \nbeen a taunt.  \n  \nWould he? Drayke had not touched him in any way that he didn't like. The human had also said that he  \nwould not go any further than this unless he asked. Something hit him. This human wanted him.  \nDrayke wanted to touch him; to do more than touch him, but wouldn't without permission. Anthony  \ncouldn't help but feel he had some power over this human.  \n  \n\"I'll take your silence as a no.\" Drayke said, undoing the button on Anthony's skinny jeans. The half-  \ndemon grabbed his hand and Drayke shook him off. \"I'll never go any further than this unless you say  \nit's okay.\" He promised, gently stroking Anthony's soft black pubic hair. On the tips of his fingers he  \ncould feel the base of the boy's hardening length. He kissed Anthony on the neck where he'd bitten  \nhim before, chuckling as his breathing betrayed nervous he was. \"Don't worry. I'm not going to try to  \nfuck you. At least not yet.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Why not?\" Anthony asked, interlocking his fingers with Drayke's  \n  \nThe human held him closer. \"I want it to mean something when I do start trying.\"  \n  \nWhat was this? The most affection the half-demon had gotten before last night was not being forced  \nthrough an exorcism. This was a big jump from getting a rare hug from his adoptive sister. This was  \nsomething akin to love. \"Why do you want me?\"  \n  \n\"I don't know.\" Drayke yawned, pulling Anthony's shirt off. \"I guess I feel something in you that most  \npeople don't have; something I haven't felt in anyone since Kyle.\" He said, touching the boy's bare  \nshoulders. Anthony turned over to face Drayke. He pressed his lips to the half-blood's forehead. \"Do  \nyou remember me telling you that the only thing I want from Kyle is for him to be close?\"  \n  \nAnthony nodded, tentatively placing one of his hands on Drayke's chest, over his heart. Against this  \nman's moonlit skin, Anthony's pale hand looked almost tanned. How many years had he stayed out of  \nthe sun to achieve this lack of color? If Drayke weren't so warm, he'd suspect the man was dead.  \nDrayke lifted Anthony's head by his chin to meet his yellow eyes. \"While you're with us... can I ask the  \nsame thing of you?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I...I want to...\" Anthony stuttered before he even realized he was speaking. \"I want to say yes but... I  \ndon't... I don't want to hurt you when I go...\"  \n  \nDrayke smiled. In the faint moonlight, his black mouth seemed to stretch all the way across his face.  \n\"That's very considerate of you, but I'll deal with that when the time comes.\" he said. \"For now, can  \nyou do me that one favor?\" He put his hand on top of the one Anthony had on his chest and held it  \nthere.  \n  \nSome part of Anthony's human self felt that if he said no - not that he would - Drayke's heart would  \nstop beating; that he was holding his hand there so that when it broke, Anthony would feel it. He  \nlooked from their hands to Drayke's face. Up until now he'd seemed young and carefree. Now he  \ncould see age in his pale, pointed face. Anthony thought about the power he had over this human,  \nthen dismissed it. Somehow he felt that if he denied Drayke this one thing, even in jest, that pale face  \nwould shatter into a thousand pieces. He wondered how these people managed to grow so attached  \nto him in less than twenty-four hours. In this short time, he'd been shown more love than in the entire  \ntime he spent with the Watkins'  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suddenly Drayke seemed okay again. He was kissing Anthony's neck and shoulders again. He'd pushed  \nthe half-demon onto his back and started moving down his bare chest. Somewhere between his  \nthoughts, Anthony must have nodded. He was certain he hadn't said anything. He shook himself.  \n\"Drayke, stop.\"  \n  \n\"Why?\" he asked.  \n  \n\"You're Kyle's mate, not mine. I don't think I should be doing this.\" Drayke sighed. Anthony could feel  \nhis breath about three inches below his navel. He was coming dangerously close to breaking the  \npromise he'd made before. He'd even managed to get Anthony's zipper down without him noticing.  \n  \nDrayke groaned and crawled back up the bed, resting his head on Anthony's chest. \"I told you Kyle  \nwon't mind, but if it puts you at ease, I asked him myself.\"  \n  \n\"What'd he say?\"  \n  \n\"Kyle said, and I quote, 'I don't think I have a problem with it. If he doesn't say no, go ahead.'\" Drayke  \nreplied, running is fingers up and down Anthony's flat stomach. \"But you're not comfortable with all  \nthis right now, I can tell.\" He chuckled. \"Don't worry, I'll leave you alone... for now.\" Drayke lifted his  \nhead from Anthony's chest and kissed him on the cheek before crawling over him to get out of the  \nbed. \"Mind if I borrow your outfit?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Um, of course not, but why?\" Anthony asked, sitting up on his elbow.  \n  \n\"Gonna go to the Laundromat and wash them. You'll need something clean to wear when we go  \nshopping.\" The man replied, pulling on Anthony's band tee. \"Jeans too, please.\" He said, getting out of  \nhis own wrinkled pair. He wore no underwear.  \n  \nAnthony's heart skipped a beat, shocked at how easily this stranger got naked in front of him. He  \nslipped out of his own jeans, careful to keep his black boxers on while he stared at Drayke's pale form.  \nHe had a large, crescent scar on his side, both his nipples were pierced and there was a tattoo that  \nlooked like a garter made of golden waves around his left thigh. When Drayke turned around to hold  \nout his hand for the jeans, Anthony caught sight of the human's manhood hanging below his fine black  \npubic hair. He was very well endowed.  \n  \n\"Drool later, pants now.\" Drayke snickered. \"Come along now, Draykey horny.\"  \n  \n\"I thought you were going to the Laundromat!\" Anthony said, scrambling to get out of his jeans while  \nstill staring at the naked man before him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Who says I can't take care of both?\" he asked with a wink.  \n  \n\"What's that scar on your side?\" Anthony asked as he handed his battered black skinny jeans over.  \nDrayke looked at the scar and traced it with his long fingers. \"Did you know that there are sharks at  \nHightown Beach? Not the upright landsharks, mind you. Lurking beneath the surface, fin coming  \ntoward you, sharks.\"  \n  \n\"Oh my God, you were attacked by a shark?\"  \n  \nDrayke nodded. \"I was surfing one night by myself and I slipped off my board.\"  \n  \n\"How'd you get away?\"  \n  \nThe human pointed to the pair of crossed sai on the wall. \"There's a dead shark drifting about out  \nthere somewhere.\" He said proudly, slipping into Anthony's jeans and a pair of sandals. He stopped at  \nthe door and looked back. \"Ask Kyle to get you some of my clothes if you're still feeling shy around us.  \nI'm gonna go get my rocks off now.\" Then he was gone.  \n  \nAnthony sank back onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and held it for a few  \nmoments before slowly exhaling a plume of black fire. It felt like he hadn't breathed since he found  \nDrayke napping behind him. He focused on his forehead and forced his short horns to sprout just  \ninside his hairline. Next were his fangs. Anthony clenched his teeth, bearing down until his canines  \nelongated. He'd started on his tail, but thought better of it. When tasked with reverting quickly, he  \nmost often forgot his tail.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He got up and stood in front of the window, soaking in the moonlight. Across the room, he cast a long,  \nwinged shadow on the wall. Anthony pondered for a moment whether or not anyone could see him  \nfrom the sidewalk, then forgot about it. A stranger had thoroughly explored the upper half of his body  \nnot five minutes ago. What did it matter now if another simply saw him in his boxers? Drayke had just  \nstood in the same spot, stark naked. It would have been a little weak if he couldn't do the same thing  \nwearing more than the human had.  \n  \nAfter a few more moments, Anthony turned from the window, retracting his horns and fangs before  \nexiting the room. Maybe Kyle was awake. He hadn't gotten to talk to the bigger human today. If Kyle  \nwere awake, he probably wouldn't mind putting his arms around the young half-demon for a while.  \nAnthony made his way down the hall and into the living room where he found Kyle; sitting on the  \ncouch, asleep with his slacks half down and one of his hands loosely gripping his thick cock.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The only thing that surprised Anthony was how not bothered by this he was. The only emotion that  \ncame to him was amazement about how open the two of them were. Now more than before, he  \nknew he'd miss this place when he found his father and the time came for him to part ways with these  \nremarkable strangers. He stepped further into the room. Despite the scene before him, he still  \nwanted Kyle's arms around him. He sat on the couch next to him. Carefully, Anthony lifted Kyle's left  \narm, separating his hand from his manhood to put it around him.  \n  \nAnthony froze when Kyle sucked in a deep breath. He was still asleep, but his unconscious body drew  \nAnthony closer to him. He put his head on Kyle's chest and listened to his heart beat in his chest. The  \nhalf-blood looked to the human's hand. He brought it up to his face and too Kyle's thumb into his  \nmouth. The taste of human seed there didn't bother him. Comfortable, he would stay there until  \nmorning if left undisturbed.  \n  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Family Ties","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/241665-family-ties-a-fire-inside.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/244648-family-ties-hold.json"}}