Plot?  We Don't Need No Stinking Plot.

    "..I d-don't remember much else.  It hurt so much. They made me feel dirty, they made me feel wrong and it wasn't me that was dirty and wrong.  I know that but.."  The slender boy buried his head against the warm honey coloured skin of Benten's shoulder.  Benten stroked his hair, he was regretting asking Fox about his sexual past but he'd wanted to, needed to, know.  Now he did.  He didn't think he would sleep well that night.  No wonder Wiley, Lom and the rest of the team wrapped him in cotton-wool.  He stroked the white skin of the boy's neck.  The elf was so sensual, so beautiful, sex should have been a joy for him but the perverts that had abused him had made it a misery.  Fox might be infuriating, irritating in the extreme but it was beyond Benten how anyone could deliberately abuse such a child.  He bowed his head, remembering his own fist connecting with the boy's soft flesh.  The shame sickened him.
    "Go on, little one, cry.  Let it go, there's no one here but me."
    The tears started, softly at first, then sobs which shook the slender frame.  Benten held him, rocked him, tried to stroke the tension and fear from his shoulders and back.  Eventually the wave of misery and pain ebbed.  Fox sniffed and blew his red nose on a tissue.
    "I-I'm softy.  I thought I was past all this."
    "That's all right, it helps to talk.  I know that."  He brought his head down and kissed the curve of the boy's ear.  "I'm just sorry I upset you by asking."  Fox turned his head so that Benten's lips found his thin mouth.  They kissed deeply, Fox broke off, he had to blow his nose again, Benten laughed and ruffled his soft hair.  "Beautiful child."

    They sat on the opulent, over-stuffed sofa in Fox's living-room.  They had shared a pleasant meal and a good bottle of wine.  Benten slipped his tongue into the sweet mouth and manoeuvred the slender boy to lie on the cushions.  He desperately wanted to prove to Fox that sex could be good, that it didn't need to involve fear and pain.  The elf clasped his thin arms about the strong neck.  Benten ran his hands across the soft crushed velvet of the little top the boy was wearing, drawing his long nails sensually across the exposed flesh of the elfs abdomen.  Fox gasped and arched his back.  Benten slipped his slim hands up under the velvet.  the ribs were too, too prominent but the skin was soft and fine.  He lowered his head and licked the elf's navel.
    "Oooh."  Fox buried his hands in the white mass of Benten's hair, heavy, silken.  Benten moved his kisses across the flat stomach and his fingers found the tight nipples.  The boy's hip's were moving slightly.  "Mmmm."  Before Fox, Benten had never fully understood the joy of giving pleasure unconditionally, but making Fox come was such a delight, it made him feel so good.  He stroked the boy's sides and slipped his hands under to stroke gently down his back, his hair brushed and tickled, he moved up to kiss the white throat.  Gently he eased himself on top of the boy, resting most of his weight on his knees and his arm up the back of the sofa.
    "Beautiful bishonen" he murmured in the pointed ear.  "Sweet enough to eat."  He licked the flawless neck, Fox shivered, goose-bumps flashed across his skin.  Benten eased himself down beside the boy, the sofa was easily wide enough for two (particularly if one was as thin as Fox.)  He rested his head on his hand and looked down at the boy beside him.  "I love to watch you.  Would you undress for me, you know, the way you do?"  He ran his hand down Fox's face.
    "What, on the sofa?"
    "No, silly boy.  Please, just so I can watch you."
    Fox blushed but rose, graceful as always, he sat on the edge of the cushions and looked coyly over his shoulder at his lover.  "I'm not wearing very much..."
    "It'll be enough, believe me."  He kissed the back of the boy's neck.
    Fox stood and turned his back on Benten, slipping his discarded stilettoes back on.  Benten eased himself back on the couch, his hand rested just above his crotch.  The candles lighting the room turned the elf's hair to burnished gold and gave colour to his thin cheeks.  Fox ran his hands through his hair and the tiny bells at the end of some of his little braids shimmered sweetly.  The heavy silver bandles on his wrists sang.  He raised his hands above his head and smiled, sensually over his shoulder.  He pirouetted on his high heels, his hair floated about him, little sparks of static danced through it.  Benten could feel his own cock twitch as the boy licked thin lips and ran a hand across his flat belly.  He could have earned a fortune as a stripper, if he hadn't been as thin as a rail and frequently terrified of his own shadow.  The tight velvet top, in soft shades of brown, was lifted by the fragile hands, the elf's nipples were still hard from Benten's caresses.  He pulled it over his head, shaking his hair to free it and fresh ripples of static danced through it.  He was only wearing his tight amber velvet leggings, Benten's cock hardened and he unzipped his flies and freed it from his pants into his waiting hand.  The elf slipped his fingers down the waist-band of the leggings, the outline of his own penis pressed against the soft fabric, he slipped them down onto his bony hips.  He gazed up at Benten, coyly, through the veil of his hair.  Benten licked his lips and moved his hand up and down his cock.
    Fox smiled at the effect he was having and slipped the velvet lower down across his thighs.  His own cock bounced free, swollen and darkened with arousal.  He even managed to be graceful, balanced precariously on one stiletto, as he freed one leg from the leggings.  His balance wavered as he tried to free the other and he teetered precariously.  He threw out a hand and steaded himself on the edge of the sofa, his face above Benten's swollen crotch.  He turned his head and looked up at Benten's face.  He allowed his knees to fold and knelt down on the floor beside him.  He gently disengaged Benten's hand from his erection and replaced it with is own slim fingers.  He looked up at Benten again, there was a sly gleam in the soft bedroom eyes.  Benten held his breath, hardly daring to hope.  Fox brought his head down, taking him into his mouth.  Benten groaned and his head dropped back on the cushions.  The boy's tongue licked the underside of his cock and the small hand closed about it's base, he ran his other hand between his lover's legs and the silver nails scratched gently at his scrotum.  Oh god, the boy was good.  No wonder he was reluctant to do this, Fox didn't much like oral sex, once a lover found out how good he was at it....  He gasped as the boy's fingers found his anus.  He could feel his control slipping, his hips thrust up into the boy's face.  Two slim fingers entered him, a little tentative at first, then with more confidence.  He could feel his orgasm building and his breath shortened.  Fox suddenly lifted his head, the fey light still in his eyes.
    "Love me?" his voice was a husky whisper, filled with his own arousal.  He blew on the tender tip of Benten's twitching cock and moved his fingers within his lover.  Benten groaned, aching for the boy to finish him.
    "Uhh."
    "Not good enough."  The fingers stretched him slightly and a third penetrated him.  The boy licked the salty tip of his penis, tantalizingly.  Benten's nerves felt on fire.
    "Uhh, oh god.  Oh, my beautiful boy, you have no idea of how much I, ahhh."  Fox had lowered his head again.  Benten thrust upwards and the orgasm ran though him like wildfire.  He ejaculated into the boy's throat, hips pumping wildly, Fox swallowed the semen and kept his fingers moving in time to the thrusts.

    The spasms died down, the red mist throbbing with his pulse thinned, Benten laid back against the cushions and tried to steady his breathing.  Fox sat back on his heels and smiled at him, his hands drifted to his own erection standing proud above his milk white thighs.  He began to masturbate slowly, watching Benten's face.  The older man sat up and pushed sweaty hair from in his eyes.  He opened his arms to the boy.
    "Here, love, let me do that."  He smiled as the little elf sat on the edge of the cushions and lent against him.  He closed his hand around the long narrow cock and gently brought his lover to climax.  Fox was a lot noisier than him, Benten wondered what his neighbours must think.

    They shared a hot bath.  Fox's bath tub was vast, cast iron and deep, he loved long baths.  Benten watched the endless legs as the boy stepped out to stand, dripping, on the midnight blue carpet.  The elf began to dry himself with a soft velour towel, the warmth had made his skin pink.  God, it was a beautiful view.  He ran the towel across his arms and down his thin back, he sat down on the bathroom chair to dry his legs.  Only Fox, Benten reflected, could have an armchair in the bathroom.  The boy spread his legs and began to dry himself, slowly, sensually, drawing the soft towel across his groin, Benten licked his lips, watching as the boy slipped back his foreskin and made a sound of pleasure.  His own erection pushed against the side of the bath.  Fox continued to masturbate, his eyes half closed, the pink flush on his cheeks, the catch in his breath.  His legs spread wide, his hips moved to the rhythm of his hand on his cock, when he came, splattering his thighs with semen, he flung back his head and cried out.  Benten stepped out of the bath and went over to him.  Fox looked up, his pupils huge, he was still breathless and his legs trembled.  Benten crouched down and started to lick the semen from the soft skin.
    "Ooooh."  The boy was still desperately sensitive with the aftermath of his orgasm.  Benten continued to lick him clean, finishing with his cock, he felt it move and begin to harden in his mouth.
    "Oh, please, no I'm too.... ohh."
    Benten stopped and lifted his head, his hands stroked the thin thighs.  "Too sensitive, babe?  Let's try this."  He pulled the boy forward on the chair and raised his knees, he made him lie back on the cushions and lowered his own head to lick the pink rosebud of the anus.
    "Mmm, oh Goddess, yes."
    Benten sat on the plush carpet, the water drying on his skin and his erect penis aching between his thighs, he licked and then gently fingered his lover.
    Fox squirmed and gasped above him.  Benten's thick bush of hair tickled his balls and cock, the long stiff finger went deep into him.  He'd thought himself exhausted but fresh lightning bolts of arousal centred on his groin.  The finger found the general area of his prostrate and began to stroke him, Benten was watching his face, he closed his free hand about Fox's semi-erect cock.
    "Oh Goddess, I can't come again."
    Benten smiled, he slid another finger into the boy and stretched him open, just a little.  He raised himself up onto his knees and let go of his lover's cock for long enough to guide his own erection in place of his fingers.  Fox wrapped his arms about his neck and lowered himself off the chair, impaling himself on the thick penis.  Benten's breath hissed through his teeth as the boy's weight drove his cock deep into the elf's body.  Benten started to thrust upwards, Fox moaned and wrapped his legs about the man's waist, his own erection sandwiched between them.  He manoeuvred the elf back onto the chair so that the boy lay on his back on the seat, he gritted his teeth and thrust hard and strong and deep into his partner.  Too, too soon he was climaxing, pumping fast, aware of Fox's moans of pleasure beneath him and his own horse cries as he finally lost control and ejaculated.
    They lay locked together, breathless and exhausted for several long minutes, then Benten gently withdrew, he noted with some amusement that Fox had also come again, he stroked the boy's sides, tenderly.  Ah, the vigour of youth.
    They both needed another bath.  Ah, Benten thought, the cleanest sex he'd ever had.  He was enjoying teaching Fox about the pleasures of making love.  He wondered how many more sessions it would take to convince him.  Lots, he hoped, as he carried the boy through into their bed-room, his eye alighted on the almond body oil on the bed-side table, lots and lots.