Bedshaped | By : Herme23 Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Bedshaped
Part I
“this could be the end of everything,
so why don’t we go somewhere only we know…”
--Rice-Oxley/Chaplin/Huges
“Hey, I thought you’d be up here.”
Kouichi turned to see that his brother had joined him on the roof. He smiled gently at him.
“I just needed some fresh air,” he replied as Kouji came to stand beside him at the railing. “You know, since the air in that club wasn’t very…er…well-ventilated.”
“You mean it was hot and humid and smelled a little something like sex?”
Kouichi blushed, looking away to hide his grin. “Hmm, something like that.” He paused. “I wonder if the others are still at the club, or if they’ve come home yet?”
“Well,” Kouji began, “I noticed on the way up here that Izumi and Tomoki were sneaking back into their rooms. I can only assume that Junpei has done the same already. You know he never goes anywhere without Izumi, and he’d sure as hell never leave her at a club by herself.”
“True. Do you think Takuya has come back yet?”
Kouji shrugged. “Don’t know. I saw him with Bennington-san just before we left, they didn’t look like they were going to leave anytime soon.”
Kouichi grinned wider, but didn’t comment on it.
The twins stared out over the rooftops. A light wind was blowing, ruffling their hair into a frenzy as she passed. Kouichi gave a small shiver as a chill crawled slowly up his back and he moved closer to his other half.
“San Francisco really is beautiful,” Kouichi said quietly then, “you know from up here.” He paused before looking down the twenty-six stories to the street. He watched as the tiny, ant-like figures of people walked around. “I guess down there, it’d be a different story. It’s pretty dangerous.”
Kouji snorted. “Ah, it’s just like Bennington-san said, you just gotta know where not to go. Same as Tokyo. And besides, only Takuya is dumb enough to get lost and end up getting accosted by a bunch of guys.”
Kouichi smiled. “Well, you can’t blame them. Takuya *is* pretty cute.”
Kouji gave a startled jerk. “*Nani?* Take that back!”
“Or you’ll what?” Kouichi challenged.
“Well…” Kouji began, slowly. Misleadingly, it turned out, because he suddenly lunged forward and before Kouichi even gained the presence of mind to start *thinking* about trying to dodge it, Kouji grabbed his brother and pulled him forward. Opening his mouth, Kouji lightly bit his older brother, right on the graceful curve of Kouichi’s neck.
“Ha--AH!” Kouichi gave an odd sort of strangled sound and without further adieu, proceeded to melt into Kouji. He hung limply against his twin, barely able to form his words. “Damn you…Kouji…you know…how--”
Kouji laughed. “’Course I do! Why do you think I did it?”
“Bastard…”
Kouji continued to laugh, but he didn’t let go. Not even when it seemed that Kouichi had regained enough control to stand on his own. Kouichi rested his hands on Kouji’s arms, soaking in Kouji’s warmth. The breeze didn’t seem nearly as chilly and the lights of the city seemed brighter. Then, he became aware of Kouji nosing his way through his hair.
“What are you doing?” he asked cautiously. Kouji continued sniffing through his hair like a dog in a meadow, and Kouichi choked back a laugh.
“What do you care?” was the reply.
“Well,” Kouichi started, but then he *really* started when he felt the tip of Kouji’s tongue flicker out and like the top of his ear. “Oh! I care…” he finished lamely, all thoughts on hold.
“That’s nice,” Kouji said, a bit sarcastically. Then he continued on, kissing Kouichi’s earlobe, nibbling it a bit, causing Kouichi to giggle.
//Oh, yeah?\\ Kouji thought. //Let’s see you giggle at *this*.\\ He began kissing his way down from Kouichi’s ear to his shoulder. He didn’t turn into a puddle of pretty goop this time, but Kouji could feel the way his body was shivering under his hands. He smirked and raised an eyebrow. //Pretty empowering, this feeling,\\ he thought then.
“Kouji,” Kouichi breathed, and the younger twin gave a shiver of his own. Only Kouichi had the voice, no, the *skill*, to turn such a stupid name as *Kouji* into a sound that made him nearly come just by *hearing* it.
“What is it, ‘Nii-chan?”
“Um…” Kouichi couldn’t remember what it was that he had wanted to say, though. His entire mind was engulfed in the sensations that Kouji was sending throughout him. Any further struggles were stemmed as Kouji began to lightly suck on his sensitive skin. Unconsciously, he pressed himself more firmly into Kouji.
Kouji responded by reaching down and gripping Kouichi’s lithe hips, pulling him harder into his own groin. He gasped at the sudden friction, the delicious friction. Leaning over, Kouji began to softly kiss Kouichi’s blushing cheeks, then his forehead, his cute nose, his soft chin, and finally his pouting lips.
Gods, he loved his brother’s lips, for Kouichi seemed to be ever-pouting. As if he were scared and unsure. Anxious for the world, worried for everyone’s sake. He was so kind-hearted, couldn’t bear to see anyone hurt, while Kouji himself could hardly bear to give a shit sometimes when it extended past his brother.
He didn’t muse on it any longer as Kouichi met the kiss eagerly, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Kouji’s neck, pulling his sexy brother closer.
Time dragged into eternity as the two brothers kissed, hands freely roaming over each other’s firm bodies. The very wind seemed to sense the change in their demeanors and began to swirl around them, mussing their hair further and lifting up the corners of their shirts to reveal honey-smooth, fair skin. Kouji didn’t miss his opportunity and he drew his hands over the bared patches, reveling in the feeling of bare skin beneath them.
Kouichi broke the kiss to tend to Kouji’s own neck, knowing his brother was nearly as sensitive as he was. Kouji gave a soft moan of pleasure as he continued to message his way up Kouichi’s chest. Kouichi gasped as he felt the tips of Kouji’s fingers come in contact with his nipples.
At this point, Kouichi’s thoughts were desperately trying to surface.
//People can…\\ Kouji rocked against him in a glimpse at what was to come.
//We’re in plain…\\ Kouji began to suck on his bottom lip.
//What if the others…\\ Kouji began to caress his supple rear.
//Oh, gods, do that again…\\
“Kouji…” he managed after a moment.
“Hmmm?”
“Maybe…” he struggled on.
“Hmmm?”
“We shouldn’t…not here…”
Kouji paused and pulled away to give his brother a playful look. “What?” he said, in mock threat. “You wanna take this inside?”
Kouichi stifled a laugh. “Baka. You and you’re American phrases.”
Kouji pretended to pout. “What you don’t like them?”
The elder twin raised an eyebrow and smirked, looking for the life of him like his younger brother. “I’ll show you an American phrase.”
The sexy look coupled with that drop-dead sexy voice made Kouji hard to the point of fainting, but he bravely pressed on. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
Kouichi reached out and deftly looped his finger under the buckle of Kouji’s belt. Pulling his brother close, he leaned in and whispered into his ear. “How about I fuck you into the ground?”
Kouji grinned. “How about the mattress?”
“Works for me.”
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Author’s Note: I just wanted to say, I actually like Kouji’s name, a lot. I think it’s real cute, however, I threw in the little quirk that he himself does not like his own name since it fit my purpose. What do they call that?
Tommy: Author’s Privilege.
Me: Oh yeah, so that’s why. I based it on the fact that most people don’t like their own given names. I mean, just look around the internet. Half the names out there are just screen names, or real names but not their originals.
Tommy: *Stares pointedly*
Me: What? I can’t help it! I’m an author! I LOVE role play!
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