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Young and Proud

Authors: Visage Writers

Summary: Rage gets something she's always wanted...but
it's not the perfect moment she expected.

Author's Note: This is written by two authors,
originally done as a piece for a message board. It was
transcribed for fan amusement with the permission of all the
authors involved. This is NOT meant to be taken seriously. The
characters may be out of character at times. It’s smut, just
enjoy it.

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Shuichi was bouncing around the living room, grumbling angrily
and trying to decide how to take out Aizawa who had returned with
a vengeance against Shuichi and anyone associated with him. Rage
watched him, an ice pack on her head, trying to decide if she
could shoot the hyper ball of fluff or find an aspirin without
leaving the couch, groaning softly. Shuichi suddenly fell to his
knees, panting. "I…hate…him!" He pounded on
the floor with his fist and winced, his face lowered. "I
hate him."

"That's starting to become a fan club motto. I tried to warn
him, but...come here, Shuichi." He looked up through misty
eyes and crawled over to Rage who was on the couch, his cheeks
tear stained. She settled Shuichi back against the couch before
sliding into his lap, laying her head on his shoulder. "Don’t
do anything too stupid. I need you around." She hid her face
in his neck, eyes squeezed shut to stop the tears that had come
at the thought of what Taki could do if Shuichi wasn’t
careful.

Shuichi found himself surprisingly un-repulsed by Rage’s
warmth against him, and absentmindedly started stroking her hair.
"I’m going to fight him."

Her voice was thick with bottled up tears. "At least promise
to come out of the fight alive. He scares me. And only one man
has ever scared me."

"...Rage, your voice..." Shuichi felt his heart
breaking for her and he cradled her to his chest, kissing the top
of her head. "It scares me…to think of YOU crying."

"I don't like the idea much either. That's why you can't get
hurt." She held him tighter, the tears she had been trying
so hard to suppress, finally falling.

He felt his own tears welling up again, and used his thumb to
wipe her tears away as they fell. "Please smile again. I
don't know when I'll have to leave to go after him... please,
just smile and be happy with me until then. I know that he's
dangerous. I'm afraid. I don't want to die.. but there are a few
things I'm willing to die for." He held her tightly against
him. "Please just do what you want. I want you to be happy
for now. "

She shifted so that they’re face to face, her knees on
either side of his hips. "I love you, Shuichi. And even
though you’ll never be mine, I’ll always love you."
She leaned in close, brushing her lips over his as she spoke.
"I’ll do anything to protect you." Then she kissed
him.

He suddenly felt a shiver run through his body like nothing else
he'd ever experienced. He put his hands on her hips and kissed
her back suddenly. She opened her mouth to him, one hand
threading through his hair, shaking. What she had dreamed of for
so long, was hers…if only for this moment. But the little
voice in the back of her head was distracting, telling her to
stop, that this wasn’t what he wanted.

He found himself whimpering quietly, somewhat like he did when he
was with Eiri and desperately wanted him. He felt his fingertips
almost involuntarily wandering up under her shirt, tickling her
skin. At this contact suddenly felt tension building in his core.

She groaned softly and pulled away slightly, looking at him.
"Please don't tease me. Decide now if you want to do this or
not."

He really didn’t know. He just felt himself throbbing
against her and the dizzying sense of longing for something that
he had never truly experienced. "I…I want…I…"
He found himself blindly pressing against her.

She groaned and pressed back against Shuichi, her hips rocking
slightly. "I need you, Shuichi." She kissed down his
neck, sucking and biting at the tender flesh.

He gasped, this kind of sensation very different from what he was
used to. It was refreshing and new, and made his brain shut down
so he didn't have to think. "You can…take what you...want."
He panted lightly in her ear, feeling his heart and breath
quicken.
She kissed him again, raising a leg slightly to reach her
thigh, pulling a small dagger from the sheath wrapped around her
stockings. She smirked and pulled away, placing the dagger just
barley on his chest. "Remind me I owe you another shirt,"
She slid the dagger down his chest, the flat of the blade
caressing his skin as the shirt fell away. She grinned and leaned
in, tracing her tongue across the sooth skin, nipping at one
nipple before repeating the treatment to the other one.
He gasped and looked at her in shock. Her eagerness surprised
him, although in the back of his mind he knew it shouldn't. He
had no clue what to do with his hands and the only thing that he
could bring himself to do was thrust lightly and gently against
her, his fingers pressed against her skin at her hips. "I..
don't know what.... I'm doing." He giggled a little, running
fingers through her hair.

"It's all instinct love, just do what feels good. Touch me
wherever you want. My body is yours to play with." She
smiled at him, kissing his nose before starting to unbutton her
own shirt, slowly teasing him with each hint of flesh revealed.

His eyes were wide as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his fingers
drawing lines of fire on her exposed skin. His lips were gentle
and moist, and they carried a sense of desire that he knew she
longed for from him. He felt himself only wanting to make her
happy, to give her pleasure.

He pushed against her and clutched at her hips, sharing even more
that feeling of desire, his erection throbbing against her. She
groaned softly at the feeling of his body pressing against her
and reached between them, un-buckling his buckle one handed, the
other sliding down to stroke him through his clothes as she
gasped softly from the feeling of his lips on her skin.

She worked on his button and zipper next, one hand sliding into
his pants, the other moving back up, caressing his stomach and
chest. He shivered and moaned softly, his hands trembling as he
trailed hot kisses down her chest. He jerked his hips against her
stroking, whispering her name against her ear, again kissing over
her chest and nipples.

She moaned his name, arching against his touch as she pulled him
free of his pants, stroking him slowly. She grabbed one of his
hands and placed it on her thigh, giving him a hint. He shivered
and melted against her, trailing his fingers lightly over her
smooth flesh. he was afraid, and it showed. He didn’t know
what to do, and his head was spinning at the way she was touching
him.

"It's okay, Shuichi. Just have fun, She kissed him, moving
his hand up and down her thigh as she stroked him. Pull off my
boots and stockings.
He obeyed her, and tossed the items aside, just running his
hands all over her body, taking in the new shapes. He found
himself trailing his fingertips on her nipples, then devoting his
lips and tongue to them. She moaned, hand slowing, distracted as
he pleasured her. She buried her fingers in his hair, pressing
him against her chest, moving her hips against his.
Feeling this familiar kind of friction, he pressed against her
and moaned one word. "...Eiri…"

She froze, staring at him before standing and back handing him,
tears streaming down her cheeks.

He sat, frozen, his own tears falling. "I…" He
shook his head, realizing he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
"I. HATE. You." She buttoned her shirt,
turning away so he wouldn’t see her tears.

Shuichi was feeling particularly broken. He didn’t mean to
hurt her, his brain wasn’t working and he missed the love of
his life. He felt guilty, so very guilty and just sat there,
sobbing. "Rage…I…please…"

"I hope Taki hurts you." She whispered softly before
clamping a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, unable to belive she
had just said that…thought that.
He kept crying, eyes wide as he stared forward. He whispered
almost inaudibly. "I'm...sorry... "

She sunk to her knees, the stress of the day and what just
happened hitting her, head bowing as she cried silently into her
hands. She had screwed up. Ruined a good friendship, hurt a good
friend. As usual. She drew her knees up to her chest, burring her
face in them, rocking back and forth slightly.
He was sobbing silently into his own knees, his body wracked
by violent sobs. He moaned sadly. "I’m so sorry, I’m
such a jerk!"

"You're not a jerk...just frustrating. I. Love. You,
Shuichi, it's hard when you keep jerking me back and forth. I
didn't mean what I said, I would rather die then let anyone harm
you and will do anything for you. " She stood and moved over
to the couch, sitting next to Shuichi, laying her forehead
against his shoulder, whispering softly. "I’m sorry,
Shu. I’m so sorry."

"Rage... Please understand," He gently trailed his
finger tips across her jaw bone. "I…I just get crazy
when you touch me. I'm sorry. I'm an idiot." He stood up
suddenly and pulled his pants back on, standing and facing the
opposite wall. "I'm going to destroy him. I won't stand for
it." He then quietly shuffled to his and Eiri's bedroom,
laying on Eiri's side of the bed, breathing his scent and
brooding.

She stood and followed, just to the door, leaning against the
wall next to it. "At least let me help you, Shuichi. Please.
I can’t stand to have you hurt, Eiri won’t be able to
stand it. I need you around, as a friend or lover…I just
need you." She whispered softly, putting her head in her
hands.
He stroked the kitten, whispering his thoughts and desires to
her, telling her his feelings. "I love Eiri so much. And I
miss him so much when he's gone. I can't stand it. It's like a
part of me is gone... I want him to just be near me. Especially
before I go after Taki. I'm afraid, Kitten... I don't know what
will happen to me. But my anger far surpasses my fear." He
heard rage at the door and looked up. "Rage? Is that you out
there? You can come in."

Rage smiled softly, slipping into the room and sitting on Shuichi’s
side of the bed. "He’ll be home from Kyoto soon. I bet
he misses you too."
"If you like.. you can lay here with me. It'll make me
feel better. And I won't feel lonely. We can talk." Shuichi
said, smiling.

Rage laid back on the bed, turning to face him. She brushed a
lock of hair from his face, smiling. "What will we talk
about then?"

"Um.." He looked thoughtful. "Anything you want,
Ms. Rage." He picked up his kitten and held her close to his
chest, stroking her fur and scratching her ears.

"Tell me your favorite memory from your childhood" She
said, pushing her glasses up her nose, smiling more at him.

Shuichi laughed at the strange question. "Hmm, I don’t
know. Maybe it was the first time I saw Nittle Grasper perform,
or the time Hiro and I performed at that school concert. I messed
it up so badly!" He giggled. "What about you, Rage?
What was your childhood like?"

She glanced away, sighing. "Boring. I grew up with a nanny,
a maid and a tutor until I was thirteen when I was pushed through
high school and started work for XMR at sixteen. Most of my
childhood was spent studying or chasing artists around the world
trying to get them to sign on the dotted line. Thank the gods
that Bill was around to keep me sane."

"I had a crazy, fast paced child hood I guess. What about
me? When did you first watching me? Why? What drew you to me?"
He met her eyes with a genuinely curious gaze. As he was talking,
drowsiness started to nag at him and he kissed Kitten’s head
several times, still petting her and waiting for Rage’s
response.

" Claude sent Judy a concert tape of Bad Luck and she
invited me over for fattening desserts and a chance to watch
"his band". I couldn't tear my eyes from you. Not even
for the chocolate mousse. Your voice...was incredible. I went out
the next day and bought all your CD's and videos. I fell for your
voice first and your looks second. You're incredible when you
perform, the look in your eyes, the way you move. When we met in
New York the crush just increased after I met the real Shuichi.
You're funny, sweet, annoying as hell but in such a way one can't
help but be amused. Plus you look good in anything."

He blushed and smiled. "That’s so cool! I’ve never
really talked to anyone who is considered my fan, Mr. K keeps
them away from me." His eyes drooped slightly. "I wish
it wasn’t so hard for people to understand. I don’t
know why I’m so different from everyone else." He
sighed and nuzzled Kitten again.

"You're different because you made it. You have talent, sure
but even if you didn't they'd still worship you for being up on
that stage and looking cute. That's where I'm lucky. I'm a fan
but I know who you are off stage. I've seen you trip and fall,
dance around in your living room like an idiot...hell I danced
with you. Your fans don't get to see that side of you so to them,
you're perfect. A cute little sex god. "

He smiled and touched her hand. "You’re a good person,
even if you don’t feel like it sometimes. I like you.’

She smiled and kissed his nose gently. "Thank you. Roll over
for me."

"Eh?" He shrugged to himself with a "Why not"
expression and obeyed, rolling over.
She started massaging his back and shoulders, working each
muscle carefully for complete relaxation.

He giggled, releasing Kitten so she could lay next to him and
melted under Rage’s expert finger tips. "You’re
good…" he moaned softly.

"Thank you." She dug slightly into a particularly
stubborn knot, shifting lower to get better access at it.

"Unh!" He groaned as she worked out the tense spot in
his shoulder, eyes drooping more. "You…realize that I’m
tired, I’m feeling quite weak…I can’t fight back.
You could take anything you wanted from me and I wouldn’t be
able to stop you…and if you keep doing that, I just might
not complain." He was speaking into the pillow almost
incoherently.

Rage smirked leaning close to his ear. "That was a thought,"
she whispered before continuing with the massage.

He continued murmuring about nothing in particular, everything
from food to Eiri’s eyes when he was mad. He spoke about his
dreams and fears, and he didn’t draw away from her touch
once.

Rage let her hand work on his chest before moving to his legs,
massaging his calves and thighs, listening to him.

He moaned a little bit and sighed. "So, good. Eiri never
does this for me." He petted Kitten again, sighing. "I’m
sorry that I’m so inexperienced, and that I’m a coward.
And I’m sorry I can’t make everyone happy at once."

"Your inexperience and so called cowardliness is not a
problem, Shuichi, it's cute. And you dont' have to make everyone
happy. " She dug into his thigh muscles, working on the
knots from hours of dancing and standing at the microphone.

He had a large and painful bruise on his thigh and he cringed at
her touch, yelping. He put his hand over hers, stilling it.

"I'm sorry!" She bit her lip before leaning close to
where she hurt him, kissing the spot gently, her fingers
threading through his unconsciously.

He felt goose bumps run over his body and gently held her hand,
his eyelids still falling. "So…soft…"

She looked up his body at him, watching him start to fall asleep
and smirked, moving her mouth over a touch, mouthing a much more
interesting piece of fabric covered flesh.

"unh!" He made a light sound as his eyes fluttered
open, looking down at Rage. he felt himself being teased into
arousal for the second time that night, and he blushed at her.
"Mmm...okay..."

She just smirked before opening his pants again, running her
tongue slowly over him, tasting him for the first time, a small
moan escaping her as her eyes closed. She wrapped her mouth fully
around him, gently sucking as she used her hand in conjunction
with her tongue to tease him.
He mewled for her, finding her touch very different from
Eiri's. "Unh...you...sure about this?"

She nodded, her mouth busy, taking more of him in, still stroking
what she couldn't. She used her free hand to caress his thighs,
calming him with a tongue as her tongue swirled around him.
"Mmm..." He felt himself starting to sweat and he
clutched the blankets with both hands. She was so slow that it
was driving him mad. He was used to hard, fast, rough treatment,
and this was almost too much for him. "Rage." He felt
himself unintentionally moving against her, groaning in
anticipation.

She swallowed teasing him with the movement of her throat as her
tongue started using him as a lolly pop, taking long, slow licks,
savoring each taste. She opened her mouth a bit, sliding two
fingers of the hand that was on his thigh into it, sucking on
them as well as his length, coating them in saliva before
concentrating fully on him as one of the fingers slipped down,
stroking his entrance slowly, teasing.

He gasped suddenly, surprised at her eagerness and tensed up only
for a moment. He mewled her name, knowing that she would love
every syllable he spoke. He coiled his long fingers into her hair
and moaned

Rage...

She squirmed as he moaned, wanting so much more but happy with
what she got as she managed to wiggle a finger into him, humming
a song softly, letting the vibrations caress him.

He stroked her hair and panted. "Don't....you....want
something... from me? I don't know what...I can do…but.. try
me..." He huffed, pushing against her.

She paused for a moment before pulling off of him, kissing her
way to his lips, exploring his mouth for a moment before sitting
up, looking down at him as she carefully joined their bodies. He
took in a sharp gasp, completely lost in this new sensation. He
had never felt anything quite like it. He instantly found himself
pushing against her, mewling and moaning in his typical melodic
fashion. "Ah! uh…Ra...ge...nnnh..." He could
hardly breath.
She held still, letting him get used to it, un-doing the two
buttons on her shirt that she had done earlier, caressing her
chest as she rocked slowly, still letting him experience
everything he could from the new adventure, her eyes still
watching his face, unable to imagine a more perfect sight.

He suddenly reached up and pawed at her face, pulling her down to
kiss her, and started to push deeper into her. His body screamed
in pain from all of the stress it had suffered in the last three
days, and it made him groan into the kiss. He put his hands on
her chest, teasing her nipples and running his fingers lightly
over her skin.

She gasped, kissing him hungrily, moving her body in rhythm with
his, whimpering softly as his fingers teased her, her eyes
finally shutting, giving over to the sensations.

Suddenly through the haze of passion he wondered if he would
regret this later, but a large part of him knew he wouldn't.
"You...my first…" He clutched at her hips tighter,
the rhythm pounding and driving him to the edge. He moaned and
picked up the speed, these new sensations forcing his mind to
shut down, all that mattered was the heat and the passion and her
skin against his
She moaned his name softly and gripped his chin gently, moving
his eyes to look into hers as she moved on him, matching his pace.
"Your only." She leaned in and kissed him, possessing
his mouth, claiming it as hers, nails scratching over his nipples.

He whimpered almost boyishly into the bruising kiss, feeling the
muscles in his hips and lower back burning as he violently
thrusted into her. He was breathing raggedly in the middle of the
kiss, desperate for release. He had never felt anything so
intense.

She suddenly slowed the pace, using her position of control to
move almost all the way off of him before slowly sliding back
down.

He cried out, trembling. His eyes were glazed as he looked up at
her, grasping at her with desperate hands.

"Don't…stop…please!" He begged, his body
screaming.

"Since you begged so nicely..."

She pulled up again before slamming back down onto him, keeping
to short, fast bounces to satisfy her need, moaning softly into
his ear.

He cried out again and thrusted into her with all of his might,
moaning at the intense friction. He could feel light exploding
behind his eyelids, loosing himself completely as he tangled his
fingers in the sheets. "Rage..."

She bit his lip as she kissed him, nails tightening into his
shoulder as her body exploded. Well, it felt that way at least.
She whimpered his name, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

He exhaled a long breath and felt himself release into her. He
fell back breathing hard and watching a bead of sweat roll down
her side, he held her. "For you."

She touched his cheek gently with a shaking hand, staring into
his eyes for a long moment before kissing his lips softly and
climbing off of him, dressing silently.

He snuggled under the blankets and drifted into a deep sleep, the
victim of a severe wave of exhaustion.

She sighed deeply and kissed his cheek softly, running her
fingers through his hair before tying up her boots and heading to
the living room to retrieve her knife. She had a meeting with a
bad man to take care of. "Love you, Shuichi Shindou"
She whispered as she glanced back at the bedroom before slipping
out the door, wiping a tear from her cheek.
Fin
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