Adieu, Kobito By S. Mark Gunther It was late in the day, and the sun had already begun it's silent descent into the hills. All was quiet in Nerima; well as quiet as it could be with the inhabitants that made up the young aristocracy in power. Ranma kept up a massive fight with Akane that Nabiki moderated, Tatchi Kuno and Kodachi sat and plotted together, Ukyou dreamed of Ranma as she cooked and the amazons did their usual activities in their own unique way. Except one. Mousse, the Nerima kick dog for the many martial artists who fought and loved in the city, was in the middle of a bind. A bind that he was happy to be in, as apparent by the moans of pleasure that ran over his body and escaped his lips in greater and greater tones. He was in the middle of a long sex session that was being conducted with his lover, and there seemed to be no sign of the pair quitting in the immediate future. His lover bobbed up and down his large throbbing manhood whilst stroking his own turgid dick in anticipation. All he could think about was caring for the young man that he now sucked as the sunlight set on their love. Mousse kept feeling his cum rise higher and higher, and at one point he thought he was going to spill his seed. His lover, however, was a well seasoned and attentative sexual giant and he knew how to stoke the fires inside Mousse without setting the entire house ablaze. Thus Mousse was able to ride a roller coaster of love that seemed to never stop, but he needed more. He needed his lover's manhood inside of him to give the satisfaction he so rarely received. With a gasp he pulled his lover's face from his crotch. "Love me...." He whispered as he leaned back against the counter he had used for support, spreading his legs to a never before expanded width. His lover gently smiled and began rub the tip of his penis over Mousse's exposed asshole. The tension in the room began to rise to an intolerable height for both of them and Mousse realized that he couldn't hold back his joy any longer. Never had he and his koibito been this daring, this explorative in their lovemaking. He felt as if he was a veritable Admiral Byrd with a deep groove cut straight from Happousai's handbook, exploring the deepest reaches of his libido with his lover. The love of Mousse's life slid his now slicked and glistening manhood deep into the Amazon's asshole. Mousse gasped at the intimate contact but pushed harder against the mighty tool gaining entrance to his holiest of holies. The pair pulled and tugged at each other while writhing on the platform where they made their forbidden love. Finally, Mousse felt his lover's manhood enter deep inside of him and rest. For a few mind-warping seconds, all was quiet between the pair as they got used to the supreme feeling they enjoyed. Mousse pulled his lover's head down to kiss the lips he often dreamed of in true passionate lust. Mousse's lover began to slide his manhood in and out of his ass, never going over a slow and patience rhythm in his thrusts. The blind boy felt the massive length deep inside of him touching all the places that made him feel good and he moaned his approval in tones that made the room smile and blush guiltily. They picked up speed very quickly and soon they were thrusting wildly at each other, each wanting to drive the other to orgasm first. All the fluids that came between them coated their gyrating bodies with a fine sheen of lust that couldn't be denied and it made the feeling even more sublime as they pumped. On and on they fucked together with no regard to the time of day or the people that began to miss their presence. All that mattered was the mutual pleasuring on the table now christened with their juices and sweet words. Mousse could feel the muscles in his koibito's waist and groin work overtime in their pleasuring of his body. He tugged and pulled at the body inside of him to go faster, drive harder, plunge deeper. Mousse's lover began to pinch and twist the Amazon's tender nipples as he plunged, soliciting a new season of moans from the mouth of his beloved. Time dropped off the face of the earth and sanity began to sail onto the sunset that now escaped Nerima as the pair made love. Mousse had been sitting on the edge of a massive precipice all throughout his encounter. But with the pinching and teasing of his nipples amplifying his libido to a new plateau, it only was a matter of time until he gave his seed to his lover. "I'm coming!!!" He moaned almost painfully as he watched his sperm flow onto his lover's glistening chest. His heart soared as the man he loved the most was coated with the most personal entity he could give. Then the rest of his body joined the party as his lover's seed began to spill into him, painting the insides of his ass with the juices of love. Over and over, his lover's cock began to spill with the juices of passion. The pair slowly came down from the mutual orgasms they shared, feeling the afterglow engulf them in an envelope of love. Moments passed....juices began to congeal and stick together....and Mousse felt his lover pass the last remaining strands of his love to him in their contact. All that Mousse had ever felt towards another person was amplified as he lay with his lover on the table. So it seemed very strange that when the emotional cord was cut between them by his lover's standing up and leaving the room, he didn't cry out or lose the semblance of sanity that he still had. The way he loved his man was not the way he thought he loved Shampoo. Mousse slid off the table and stretched out as he felt the joints and muscles in his body revert back to their unaroused positions. He noticed that from the way the night had fallen, he was going to be missed at the Nekohanten. So with a large amount of trepidation he slipped back into his clothes and walked out into the foyer where his lover stood there. He was fully clothed as well and he held a small bundled package in his hands. "Here," he said as he slipped the package into Mousse's slender hands. "This is for you to take after Cologne tries to beat some control into you. I hope that your night gets a little better for you after this." A small tight smile slipped onto his face as he watched the Amazon wrap his arms around his waist and power glomp him. All the love he felt came out in the intimacy that he gave to the young boy. Seconds wrapped in true love passed slowly by the pair as they embraced in the hallway. "Thank you," Mousse whispered as he slipped out of his lover's grasp. "You make me feel so wonderful....Dr. Tofu." "Please, Mousse. From now on, please call me Ichiro when we are alone. I love you and want to be truthful with you. Period." Ichiro Tofu looked into Mousse's eyes and saw that the desperate sparkle that made him so attractive had returned even more than before. Ichiro knew that he'd be ok. He just knew it. "Ichiro....adieu," Mousse pecked the doctor on the cheek and closed the door behind him.