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Shadow of a Wind	By : koorineko Category: +M to R > Monochrome Factor Views: 3121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Shadow of a wind

Fandom/Pairing: Shirogane/Akira

Rating: R

Warning: Shounen-ai. It is stated in the show that Akira is not 18 yet. First time.

Disclaimer: I wish this was mine. If it was, I'd have the series continue. I make no money out of this.

A/N: This is my attempt at trying to reconcile the fact that I didn't manage to download the whole anime before I went to the coast for Easter. Got picture, but no sound. So here, have some smut.

Akira hadn't thought coming to the beach would be a good idea when Aya suggested it, especially with what had happened last time, but he had to admit that she had been right. He saw Kengo and Aya far off on the pier, the girl chasing the blonde for some reason or other, Akira couldn't make himself care. The vision that met him when he ran down from their rented house, on the other hand, could have been the Yuki-onna or a devil for all he knew, Akira just couldn't stop staring. Shaking his head to clear it of the embarassing thoughts, Akira smiled with the knowledge that the mirage that was Shirogane was his to enjoy alone for the moment.

The wind danced around Shirogane's slim frame as he stood on a boulder just a few strides from the water, and Akira's fingers itched with the want to free the long white hair from it's ever-present braid. Akira's own brown hair kept falling into his face, a few hairs tickling the edge of his choker. The tall man's azure eyes were fixed on the horizon, a sadness in them revealing how much older than Akira the Shin actually was. Pale fingers played with the rim of the black hat, weight supported by the cane. The evening sunlight put the fact that Shirogane had no shadow into stark relief, but to Akira's surprise, it no longer freaked him out. In fact, the wind whipping a few loose strands of hair and the fading light created a halo around Shirogane, making Akira's heart confused as to if it wanted to stop or beat faster.

The decision was made when azure eyes shifted their gaze to meet the younger man's cobalt, and for a picture perfect moment, everything stopped. A gentle caress of a sea breeze traveled up the older man's black coat, it's nimble fingers softly stroking hair out of a face a geisha would have been proud of. With a playful flick, it stole the black hat from Shirogane's head, sending it sailing to Akira's feet. As if in a dream, the brunett picked up the hat. He could feel the azure gaze lingering on the back of his neck, and quickly stood back up and brushed invisible dust off the brim. Shirogane still hadn't moved when Akira locked gazes with him again, heart clenching at the weariness shining in the crystalline pools. Then Shirogane licked his lips and smiled that easy smile of his and Akira felt his heart speed up again.

Faster than any human could ever move, the Shin jumped down from the boulder to where Akira was standing, taking up his normal spot, far into the younger man's personal space. As usual, Shirogane bent slightly at the waist to compensate for their height difference, putting his face level with Akira's. Pale fingers moved out as if to caress Akira's cheek, then retreated even before the brunette could voice a protest. Instead, the hand turned and rested in the space between the two men. The reddish light played over soft gloves, strange shadows created in the creases. It fascinated Akira that the glove would cast shadows when the man wearing them did not.

"Can I have my hat back, Akira-kun?" Soft voice ghosted over Akira's skin, a scent of thyme tickling his nose as the hairs on the back of his neck tingled.

Without a word, he handed over the hat, but before Shirogane could put it back on, Akira tentatively grasped the older man's wrist, then quickly released it again. Chewing on his lower lip, he looked up into questioning eyes, doubts suddenly making his throat close up.

"Yes?" There was an amused tint to the white haired man's voice, and something flipped in Akira's stomach.

"Can... uhm... can you let your hair out, Shirogane-san?" The younger man flinched at his own insecurity and hoped the other didn't notice. As if he'd be so lucky.

"Relax. I can, but then I would like something in return." Slowly the long braid was hoisted up over the slender shoulder, long fingers playing with the metal clasp holding it together. That easy smile did nothing to silence Akira's nerves.

"What do you want?" Akira was sure what the reply would be, but he still felt compelled to ask.

"A kiss. Nothing more."

A small voice in Akira's mind clearly expressed its silent agreement, cobalt eyes fixating on red lips, not a sound escaping the brunette. Then he started and took a small step back, gaze trailing to the ground and his upper lip caught between his teeth. A motion caught his eyes and Akira looked up in time to see the older man remove his white gloves, soft fabric gently caressing the almost white skin.

"Perhaps if I start, you will be more at ease, Akira-kun." The younger man frowned at Shirogane's laughing tone, frown turning into a glare as the Shin caressed the brush end of the braid.

As if the long white hair objected to always being confined it fell loose the instant Shirogane removed the clasp, snaking down along the Shin's lithe frame in a gentle fall. The soft breeze from the water played in the white strands, hair too thick to really whip like it had done before. Slowly, the twining unwound, the last layers helped in the struggle by nimble fingers. Without thinking, Akira reached out to touch the surprisingly soft cascade, catching himself when his fingers touched a cold ear. As if burned, he pulled his hand back and bolted to the house, leaving Shirogane behind. The older man smiled softly, a fragment of hurt lingering in the azure eyes before he followed at a slower pace.

When Shirogane entered the small house, he found Akira standing by the far wall of the main room, brown bangs crushed against the wall as the younger man was leaning his forehead against the wood. Akira didn't move as the Shin closed the patio door, only his chest rising and falling with every slow breath. The light from the window was barely enough to see anything inside, long shadows stretching over the tatami mats and the low table, shielding the younger man from immediate discovery.

"Why do you keep coming on to me, Shirogane-san? Do you like teasing me?" The white haired man cringed at the defeated tone, the first flicker of shame rising in his throat.

"That was not my intention, Akira-kun. I have already said I like you. I had hoped you would warm up to me eventually."

Shirogane stepped up next to Akira and gently turned the younger man. Not wanting to look the taller man in the face, Akira just leaned back, eyes fixed on the adjacent wall.

Daring another step closer, Shirogane rested his temple against Akira's shoulder, his back's protests against the action ignored in favor of the crisp scent of soap and leather. Soft fingers came up to touch Akira's choker, tracing the small goose bumps forming below the buckle, nose bumping into the leather. The older man let out a quiet sigh when a hand came up to rest in his still loose hair, fingertips stroking over his scalp.

"Sometimes, you make me uncomfortable, Shirogane... but..." The Shin was sure that if he had taken a deep breath he would have missed the words, so silent in the twilight of the room.

"But what, Akira-kun?" He knew it was probably teasing again, and the thick swallow pushing against his hand confirmed it.

"I... That time you turned me into a Shin... you kissed me..."

"I did."

"It wasn't... all bad..." Akira cursed to himself as his hand started shaking against the white hair, the trembles reverberating from his fingers, into his chest and down to his gut. "You're creepy most of the time, and I don't really trust you, but...it wasn't all bad."

Shirogane felt the trembling of the body against him as he was pulled closer, the pulse near his nose quickening and hot breath whispering close to his ear. Slowly, he pulled away enough to stand up straight, hands planted on either side of Akira's head as he searched the cobalt depths for objections. Finding none, Shirogane moved closer, lips parted, anticipating being shoved off. Too many shouts in disgust, too many punches landed in uncomfortable places had taught the older man to be very careful when dealing with his young charge. He wanted to punch the air, dance around and shout his triumph when his lips touched Akira's, the younger man's lips parting under his own. Akira shyly poked his tongue out to trace Shirogane's lips, that sense of thyme drifting over his palette as well as into his nose. For a moment, Akira wondered where the scent came from, since he'd never seen the Shin eat anything, then Shirogane deepened the kiss, and the younger man decided to ask about it later. It was strange, at first, having another person tongue pressing against his own, but it wasn't a bad strange. Their first kiss had just been a pressing of lips, and this was so completely different. Chilly fingers rested just under Akira's chin, thumbs caressing the jaw. Soft gushes of air tickled his cheek with every forced breath Shirogane took, air painfully drawn in every chance the both of them got, neither wanting to break the kissing for something as insignificant as oxygen.

Akira's eyes snapped open and he used hands he didn't remember putting on Shirogane's shoulders to easy the older man back when he heard voices approaching. A look of confusion crossed azure eyes, then the older man smiled and nodded.

"Seems they are coming back." The usual soft tone had a dark ring to it, making a shudder run across Akira's skin.

"I'll kill them, one day." Shirogane just laughed at the deep growl from the shorter man, then slipped into a corner, curios gaze lingering on Akira's body, making a blush creep up over the brunette's neck. Said brunette just had time to turn on the lights before Aya and Kengo burst in with a deafening chatter, mindlessly droning on about the things they had seen.

Before Akira had time to really process everything, four bowls of take-away ramen were on the table and they were talking about the monsters and school and tried to pry any information at all out of Shirogane, but failing miserably as usual. The man was a master at avoiding questions and giving half-answers.

Akira could feel Shirogane's heated gaze on him during fleeting moments, each time sending a tingle of excitement from his throat, to his gut and across his skin. Being closely observed was nothing new in their strange relationship, but this time the normal flirting held a harder edge. Sure, Akira had never really been kissed before Shirogane, and he had never had sex, but arousal sure as hell wasn't something new. That the lust he felt was directed towards a man, and so much older at that, was something Akira wasn't sure he should look at too closely. He was nervous as it was.

However hard he tried, when ever he saw Shirogane lean closer to the table something caught his attention, and he missed if the older man actually ate or just leaned closer to the warmth of the food. Not even when Shirogane fed Akira some of the noodles from the white haired man's bowl could the teenager tell if the amount had lessened. It must have, because when they had finished, Kengo tossed four empty bowls, but Akira had a nagging suspicion he had been fed the content of the older man's portion.

The sleeping arrangements were the cause of another disagreement, as both Akira and Aya refused to share with Kengo, and Kengo refused to sleep in a room Shirogane stayed in. It ended up with Kengo and Aya taking the two rooms next to the main room, and Akira rolled out a futon next to the low table, after pointedly telling the Shin to stay in a corner and be quiet, or just go away. Of course, that didn't work, and Akira had somehow known that it wouldn't. Shirogane rarely did what he was asked.

As soon as the other two left the room, and the doors to the other two rooms had slammed shut, Shirogane's gaze sharpened and he shed the black coat without a word. Akira had just enough time to turn around from arranging his pillows to see a flurry of white hair before he was slammed into the mats, a shocked gasp slipping out as cold lips pressed hard against his own. Long limbs rested between his spread legs, pinning his body down. With a hard push, the younger man freed himself, supporting Shirogane's weight on his arms. Even though the Shin was really light, the dead weight was still making his arms shake.

"What was that for, Shirogane?" The younger man felt his throat becoming tight as a hard thigh moved up between his legs, the weight shifting as the older man placed his hands on either side of the teenager's head, head tilting curiosly as Akira removed his hands from Shirogane's shoulders.

"I believed that you wanted to continue what we started earlier." The older man smiled and gently licked the tip of Akira's ear. "You are so cute when you are confused, Akira-kun."

Everything felt odd to the younger man, the weight pressing against his hard cock, hot breath drifting against his neck, his head clouding with the scent of thyme and wood.

"Shir-..." Akira's voice cut off at a gentle bite just below the choker and an unfamiliar tension was coiling in his limbs. "Shirogane... I... this... I'm..."

"Shh. Just relax. I like you. I will not hurt you, Akira-kun."

"You have before."

"That was in battle. This is different."

Adrenaline and endorphines started flooding the younger man's system, breath hitching as a warm tongue painted random patterns just under the fall of brown hair. The arousal was so painfully familiar, a clarity he could reach easily when he jacked off alone, but the presence of another body, the weight of someone else, brought another, unfamiliar level to the excitement. A level Akira wasn't entirely comfortable with, but didn't want to end.

Nimble fingers were undoing Akira's shirt, tongue and lips caressing the exposed skin while Shirogane's bangs tickled the younger man's chest. With a groan, Akira hit the back of his head against the mat and tangled his fingers in Shirogane's white hair. Eyes closed, he lifted the older man's head and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." The teen cringed at the weakness in his barely audible words and grit his teeth. "Shi- ... Shirogane, this feels... well, great... but... I haven't..." He let go of Shirogane's hair, his hand resting limp against the floor again.

Akira's heart was beating hard under Shirogane's ear, a clock ticking away the teen's seconds, his life as human. The white haired man wanted nothing else but to rip their clothes off and bring them both to a screaming climax, but the younger man was so frightened, there were people in the other rooms, and the Shin would be dead before hurting Akira. Deciding to let the younger man be more in charge, Shirogane rolled to his back and quickly undid the top of his undercoat, leaving it on should Akira decide to do nothing. He was pleased to see the younger man follow him, hand resting against the Shin's chest, then tentatively moved to a strong thigh as Akira cuddled up closer.

"What do you want, Akira-kun?" The hard edge was back in Shirogane's voice, a note of something making Akira's cock twitch.

"Can I touch you?" The hesitant tone was back, as if he was asking to pet a tiger or a rabid dog.

"Of course."

It was with a bout of self discipline he didn't think himself capable of that Shirogane watched Akira get up and didn't reach for the teen. Azure eyes widened when he watched Akira strip down to his bare skin, a self concious blush disappearing under brown bangs as the teenager lay back down and stretched out against Shirogane's still clothed form. A slightly trembling hand reached out and slowly parted the white undercoat, revealing impossibly pale skin. A small smile grazed the younger man's lips as he saw the fundoshi, and Akira licked his lips when the last piece of fabric fell away. White hair fanned out under Shirogane's head, just as white bangs framed the Shin's face.

Skin pebbled under questing hands, hard cocks touching when Akira straddled Shirogane's hips. Slender fingers splayed out on Akira's abs, slowly moving down to where their bodies touched, giving the man on top the chance to back away.

Akira's head flew back as nimble fingers closed over his erection, and almost as a reflex, he mirrored the movement, bringing a low moan from the older man. Looking back down, Akira slowly stroked the cock in his hand from balls to tip, tightening his thumb the way he liked to do to himself. The movement brought another low moan, and a similar move from the white haired man. Bending as far as he could, weight resting on his free arm, Akira licked over a pink nipple, bringing a shudder from Shirogane. Delighted, he repeated the motion, subdued reactions blooming with each pass. The pale hand not occupied with stroking the teenager's cock moved over a tense elbow, tickling the inside of Akira's upper arm.

"You said... oh, that's nice... this was the first time with someone else?" Shirogane sounded curious between sighing breaths, hips twitching upwards every time Akira's thumb moved over the head of the white-haired man's cock.

"Just... shit... nnng... just trying what I like..."

"I am grateful."

Suddenly bored of their game, Akira lay back down, cuddling next to Shirogane, hand moving faster over the pale member as his lips found the taller man's again. A low growl reverberated through his head a split second before sticky warmth fell over Akira's hand, their positions switching in an instant.

"Can I taste you, Akira-kun?" The growl still lingered in the question and Akira nodded, cobalt eyes big and hazy.

Pale fingers closed around the sticky wrist in a death grip as Shirogane licked Akira's hand clean. The other hand gently covered the younger man's eyes, then quickly moved to muffle a shout as Shirogane took Akira's cock in his mouth.

"Gods... Shi-Shirogane..." Akira's body curled in on itself, mouth cramped open in a wordless scream as his body twitched in pleasure bordering on pain. Warmth flooded his senses as his limbs shivered in release and he felt more relaxed than he had been in years. He was floating, barely registering when the lights were turned off. The scent of thyme grew strong again as he was pulled under the blankets, a strong body curled up against his back.

"Sleep well, Akira-kun."

"It wasn't all bad." Shirogane just smiled at the mumbled words.
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