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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So thankful for all the support, you guys are the greatest. I was pretty sad that AFF went down when I was in the middle of the story and so I�m very happy now that it came back up. Gives me inspiration to continue this story.
It was a wonder they weren�t pulled over by the cops. The way Naoe had been speeding, Takaya was sure anytime now, he would be hearing the accompanying sounds of sirens to the engine noises of Naoe�s car.

Naoe hadn�t noticed the speedometer, nor had he noticed Takaya, as he clutched his heart and seatbelt for fear of his young teenager life, and that was strange because he owned a bike. It was faster than a car, much faster than a car, and yet his heart had still taken up permanent residence in his throat as Naoe drove on.

Naoe pulling into the parking lot braked haltingly, and Takaya thankful for his seatbelt, but still jerking forward, was righting himself in his seat as Naoe was exiting the car. The older man was suddenly at his side of the car, opening the door, and looking down at Takaya with hardly concealed excitement as he fussed with his seatbelt.

Naoe had helped him out of the car, and Takaya was grateful, until the man had started walking. The older man�s longer strides devouring the sidewalk as Takaya was pulled behind him, trying to keep up, and at the same time slow down.

�Naoe, this isn�t a race.�

�Mmmhm.�

�You�re not listening to me, are you?�

�Mmmhm.�

�You know what Naoe?�

�Mmm?�

�I don�t know why I try.�

Naoe putting a hand around Takaya�s shoulder led him into the entrance first, the older man following behind. Takaya knowing exactly where the man�s room was ran over to stop the elevator from closing, and they both entered the elevator quickly.

Takaya noticing that Naoe�s eyes were on him, couldn�t tell what the man was looking at, from here it kind of looked like he was staring at his...

�Stop that.�

Naoe blinking at him, smiled pleasantly at Takaya, and Takaya obviously not buying it gave the man a warning look.

�Since I�m more comfortable with you now, I think I should put down some ground rules.�

Naoe smirking at Takaya asked him why he would even need rules if he was comfortable with him?

�Because I don�t like getting jumped in elevators.�

Valid point.

�That should be my first rule.�

Naoe smiling at that memory tried to not look too pleased with himself. �Okay.�

�There�s others too like...don�t bear hug me, got it?�

Naoe laughed at Takaya--in his head--because the boy looked so serious when he was giving out his rules that he didn�t want to discourage him, even though he knew he wasn�t going to heed any of these warnings.

�Don�t push me up against stuff.�

�Not listening.�

�Don�t feel me up in front of my friends.�

�He didn�t say anything about family.�

�Don�t try to hold my hand.�

�You said hand, so does that mean I can hold the other one?�

�Don�t call me anything, except Takaya.�

�So sweetie pie was out of the question.�

�Oh and I want to be on top.�

�So naive.�

Takaya looking pleased with himself that he had already made a list of �Don�ts� one hour into their relationship, marched out of the elevator with his head held high. Naoe followed behind him, very much ready to get into his apartment and break every rule Takaya had placed down in front of him.

Well most of them, since he really didn�t want to have to call over the boy�s friends so he could properly break rule #4 on Takaya�s list.

The rest of them were good as broken though.

Takaya waiting at the side of his door, his eyes a dark brown, smirked at the older man.

�That�s just the beginning of the list Naoe.�

Naoe felt like breaking rule #3, and maybe a bit of rule #6 because really the boy could get so catty sometimes.

Unlocking the door and opening it for Takaya, Naoe watched him walk into the room and throw his jacket on the back of the couch. Naoe taking off his shoes at the door and locking the door behind him, waited patiently for Takaya to turn his back on him.

He snuck up behind Takaya, and the boy suddenly seeing the large shadow cast in front of him turned around to find himself with a face full of Naoe.

Takaya out of habit pulled back, but Naoe ready for that bit of maneuvering bent down slightly, and putting a hand around Takaya�s waist, Naoe was able to throw the boy over one shoulder.

Takaya was not pleased.

Naoe assured him, before Takaya could yell that he hadn�t broken one rule on the list yet, since there hadn�t been anything about not carrying.

Takaya did not consent and made a lot of noise, as Naoe walked to the bedroom, and closed the door behind him.

�I�m adding that to the list.�

�Well I don�t always have to carry you, I could drag you too.�

Naoe setting Takaya down in the middle of the room didn�t wait for boy, as he began to pull up Takaya�s shirt.

�Hold up. Mmmfff.� Naoe threw it to the floor, and then going straight for Takaya�s jeans, he began to unbutton and slide them down his long legs. Takaya fighting back a blush pushed Naoe on the shoulder.

Naoe not discouraged by Takaya�s resistance grabbed onto the next article of clothing, Takaya�s boxer shorts, and pulling he had them about his ankles and Takaya a new shade of embarrassment as the older man chose to move on rather than dwell on spilled milk.

Standing in front of Takaya, Naoe placed both hands on the boy�s shoulders so he could look at him properly. The boy was lanky, still in the awkward transition of growing and stabilizing that every teenager went through, and yet he was amazing to look at. The almost delicate waist or the curve of his collarbone, the slender but firm arms and the lean chest. Naoe roving his eyes over Takaya�s skin -- skin that wasn�t pale, but more exposed to the elements -- and was a healthier shade that had some color to it. A normal complexion for a boy, who liked to walk around by himself in Japan�s sun -- usually to cut classes -- and who liked to fight, and horse around, and had scratches on his knees and elbows.

Kagetora had been paler, and glowed ethereal, like he could up and vanish at any time. Takaya, however looked like he was apart of this world, looked like he was affected by it just like the rest of mankind. He looked solid, no traces of that ghost paleness that Kagetora had always carried around him. Takaya was warm, pulsing, and heavy. He sometimes looked like he carried the weight of the world whenever he bent his head down, and let all that black and thick hair cover his molten eyes. Takaya looked strong and healthy and young, all the things that Kagetora had sometimes lacked because of a deficiency in emotional resources.

Naoe dragging his eyes over Takaya�s abdomen the soft, baby, fine hair that trailed down the soft skin below his navel until reaching his member, which was pale and slender, and made Naoe feel the stirring of his own erection as it nudged up against the front of his pants.

Takaya feeling uncomfortable with Naoe�s attention, especially since it was on a part of his anatomy that wasn�t supposed to be stared at like that, tried to turn around. Naoe held him firm, for only a few more long seconds of indulgent staring, before he turned Takaya around himself.

Takaya feeling slightly better with the loss of that heated stare directly on him, tried to relax in Naoe�s hold. Now that he had his back turned to Naoe, he didn�t have to worry about the man seeing his blush, and his shy attempts at hiding himself. He knew he should relax, but for some reason he couldn�t stop his internal tremors. Nor could he stop the color from smearing his face, as he could now quite clearly feel what Naoe was so intently focused on back there.

�I�m gonna slap you if you don�t stop staring at my ass.�

Naoe laughed behind him, something entirely inappropriate, and Takaya wishing he could come up with a good retort to that tried to will his embarrassment away.

�Seriously cut it out.� He could hear Naoe shift his head up, his chin now resting on Takaya�s shoulder tenderly as he gazed sidelong at the boy.

�Do you have to do that?�

�Yes.� One of Naoe�s arms had found its way around his belly, passing along delicately, but somehow not missing the top of his shaft. Takaya sucked in a breath at the unexpected caress, and as blood rushed to the lower extremity of his body, he tried to will away the beginning of an arousal. He tried to squirm out of Naoe�s hold, but the hand around him kept him pressed against the older man. He could suddenly feel Naoe�s other hand stroking the small of his back firmly, a deep massage that was making its way down the hollow and curve of his back and onto his ass.

Takaya jumped.

�Goddammit, Naoe. No...not there...I...nnnggh.�

Naoe�s large palm was now groping him a heavy, kneading grasp that had him bending over the hand around his belly. Naoe switched over on the other side of Takaya�s seat, a hard rub followed by almost melting caresses that made Takaya suddenly arch up and against him.

�Oh god...� Takaya was becoming more vocal with each demanding touch of Naoe�s hand, an almost strangled cry ringing itself from his throat as Naoe pressed his fingers onto Takaya�s warm skin. Takaya continued to arch up and against Naoe�s body, his own hands not holding onto anything but air and the sweat from his palm.

Naoe released him with a moan, as he rubbed his fingers together, feeling the residual warmth of Takaya�s body imprinting themselves on his fingertips. His head was still perched on Takaya�s shoulder, and so it wasn�t hard to make out the blush on the boy�s features.

Naoe moving forward on his perch, pecked Takaya on the side of his face, and the boy opening his eyes blearily gave Naoe an annoyed look.

�Would you stop molesting me you big pervert?�

Naoe laughed again, the things that came out of Takaya�s mouth sometimes, he was sure that mouth had already gotten the boy into a world of trouble but still, he could always count on Takaya for commentary.

�Ow, my ass.�

Naoe, not sure how to break it to Takaya that the pain he was feeling in his rear end now wasn�t going to even compare to the pain --and pleasure-- he was going to feel at the end of the night, smiled warmly at the teenager.

It was just best to keep things to yourself sometimes.

Takaya pulling out of Naoe�s grasp, and throwing a glance over his back began to make his way over to the bed. He rubbed his ass before sitting down on the bed, a frown on his face to remind Naoe that he didn�t appreciate being groped.

�The next time you have the need to manhandle me, go run a mile�off a cliff.�

Naoe grinning at the teen on his bed, walked over to his bathroom.

�What are you doing?�

Naoe grabbing an item off his shelf, and walking back into the room found himself on the other end of a smug grin.

�I hope that�s for dry hands.�

Naoe moving towards the bed, and sitting on the side of Takaya, slipped his arm around the teen�s back to turn Takaya to face him, and then brought his mouth up close to his ear.

�Actually it�s for those nights when I just can�t stop thinking about you.�

Takaya squeaked. A surprised, little sound that made Naoe want to tease Takaya just to hear it again, the fact that Takaya could even make a sound like that, and just out of pure embarrassment had Naoe wondering what other little noises he could make that he didn�t know of.

�Don�t even joke about that.�

Naoe pulling back, looked Takaya in the face, �Who said I was joking.�

Takaya went red, and Naoe always ready to comfort, brought his other hand around Takaya, then rolling onto the boy, he made Takaya back up to the top of the bed. Leaning back on his elbows, Takaya watched Naoe settle between his legs, his fingers already opening up the bottle of oil and pouring a liberal amount onto his palm. Takaya feeling complacent on the warm bed, the linen sheets soft and yielding, rested his head back on the big, white pillows.

�This bed is really comfortable.� Takaya sighing out a contented breath closed his eyes already ready to fall asleep. Naoe crawling up to Takaya�s side watched the boy�s chest move slowly, like sleep had already gotten ahold of him and was bending him to its will. Naoe not able to stop his hand touched Takaya�s forehead and brushed some of his hair gently away from his face.

�It�s here for you anytime you want.�

�Mmm.� Takaya opening his eyes and looking at the man on the side sleepily smiled.

Naoe leaning forward to steal a kiss, braced his hand next to Takaya�s head, his other hand wet with oil skimmed the inside of Takaya�s thigh as he hovered over the teen. Takaya feeling the soft, smooth caress of warm oil on the inside of his leg, and the pressure of weight settling gradually on top of him, tried to keep his body from shaking. It wasn�t that he was nervous...because he wasn�t...maybe a little...it was just that Naoe was kind of...

�How much do you weigh? I don�t need you crushin� me.�

Takaya pushing at Naoe�s shoulder and scrunching up his face in annoyance tried to get Naoe to roll over. Unfortunately for him, Naoe wasn�t budging and the palm on the inside of Takaya�s thigh was now settling on his cock, the oil making Naoe�s motions smooth and silken as he coaxed Takaya into hardness. Takaya closing his eyes, and trying to find his breathing attempted to keep himself still as Naoe softly touched him, the touches gradually becoming softer, until all Takaya could feel was nothing but Naoe ghosting his fingers tips over his erection. Naoe�s fingers were now moving down and down, behind his penis and right behind...

Takaya jumped from the sensation of Naoe�s cool fingers circling his anus.

It didn�t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Naoe was trying to do.

�Get off.�

�Well, if you would let me.�

�Not like that pervert...geez. Up, this is breaking rule number...um...it�s one of the rules okay. I�m not playing bottom.�

The fingers that were touching him lightly pressed harder, the oil making it easy for Naoe to slip a fingertip into Takaya, which the boy didn�t appreciate since he�d just said he wasn�t going to be bottom.

Clamping a hand on Naoe�s shoulder, Takaya pushed, trying to flip the man over as he could feel that lone finger touching and rubbing his insides. He fought back the blush and the breathless sigh as the lone finger eased further into him, the slick oil doing its job of making the process as painless as possible.

Takaya�s hand fisted the sleeve of Naoe�s shirt, as he squirmed under the older man, his body strangely accommodating to Naoe�s probing. It wasn�t until Naoe pushed his finger in all the way, past his second knuckle that Takaya knew he definitely didn�t want to be bottom, especially when that one finger was making him hurt. The feeling scaling and climbing up his spine and making him arch off the bed and into Naoe.

�Does it hurt?�

Breathlessly struggling to answer his question, and not sound strained, Takaya bit back his tremors.

�Yeah...let go.�

Naoe closely studying Takaya, and watching his hand, his finger moving in his body, the ability to feel what he was doing, coupled with the visual of him fingering Takaya, got him off in ways that he knew no one else could excite within him.

�I said let go.� Takaya�s voice sounded airy, like it wasn�t there at all, and Naoe concentrating so hard on his index finger as it continually rubbed Takaya, felt his erection throb in anticipation for that feeling of constriction and warmth that Takaya was unconsciously offering him with his open legs.

It would take a will comparative to God to get him to pull away from Takaya at this moment.

�I can�t.� It was the truth. He didn�t think his body would allow him to, and looking pleadingly into Takaya�s eyes, he hoped the boy could see that.

Takaya watching Naoe through his sweaty bangs, and trying to not get caught up in his stare, turned his head away. This was stupid, he had already made it clear where he wanted to be in this relationship, and yeah, maybe that wasn�t fair to Naoe because of that whole equality thing...but he just wanted it. He didn�t like being jerked around, and being the bottom in the relationship seemed to entail that.

It just didn�t seem like something he wanted.

�What d�you mean you can�t? Naoe...,� Giving up his sentence to a sigh, Takaya closed his eyes and tried his best to deal with the situation.

He...cared for Naoe...and maybe he loved Naoe too...but giving himself up to a person, completely like that, it was so dangerous. It was exactly how people got hurt. It was stupid to give complete power to a person, that ultimate control that determined how things turned out in the end.

It was too dangerous, too stupid, and too careless.

When that man had left their house, Miya had been heartbroken over it, considering she was younger and a girl, but still it was because she cared for their father. He however couldn�t give a crap. He�d never gotten attached to him, so the probability of him feeling the stings of betrayal and hurt were nonexistent. He couldn�t, it was impossible.

But here, this was an entirely different situation, because he had tried to not care for Naoe and that hadn�t turned out too well. That had been a long, frustrating case of denial and he had come to terms with that. He cared for Naoe and saying he loved him--he never did like to throw around that word so casually, sure he had gone through so much with the Possessor, had come to terms and touched and felt things in his heart that he didn�t think he could ever feel, but saying he loved him...He couldn�t say it out loud. He wasn�t ready, and it was too sudden, and he really had to think about this.

Casual had no place in his feelings.

There was no place for it, so if he just didn�t think about what he was doing with Naoe, that he knew he was going to be with Naoe right now, but not in the way he had thought about, he couldn�t just run into something like that.

What should he do?

It seemed way too intimate, so much more to lose if he let Naoe take control, and so frightening. He�d never given another person the ability to lead, and that was what Naoe was asking for right now.

God, he didn�t know what to do. He could joke about it all he liked, but he was terrified.

This was really scary.

Naoe sensing something amiss with Takaya, pulled his finger out and watching the boy�s breathing come down, he brushed his other hand over Takaya�s forehead.

�Takaya?�

Opening his eyes, Takaya looked up into Naoe�s violet and worried colored stare.

�I...fuck, why do I feel like this?�

Rolling off of Takaya, and sitting on the edge of the bed, Naoe looked down on Takaya.

�It�s alright...if you don�t want to be with me...yet.�

Takaya listening to the strain in Naoe�s voice, even though he was doing a good job of concealing it, felt like someone had slapped him across the face. Dammit, why was he feeling so mixed up? Yeah, he wanted to be with Naoe, but then he didn�t want to give up his control--this was all so--He really hated himself sometimes.

Sitting up and reaching over for Naoe, Takaya wrapped an arm around the man�s stomach, and rested his forehead against his back.

This was probably hurting Naoe more than it was him. He was such an idiot sometimes, and yet he hadn�t come to a point where he couldn�t stop being a selfish brat. Where he was still afraid for himself and something inside of him. It was telling him, calling a warning like wind chimes and barking dogs. He had a niggling feeling that this had something to do with Kagetora, and really he�d thought he�d beaten that horse senseless by now, yet it was somehow still breathing, faintly and inside of him. Warning him about this act, this position...this submission.

But why? He�d thought he�d gotten over everything concerning that, and Naoe...unless...unless this didn�t have anything to do with Naoe, and more with Kagetora.

God, of all the times that his other half was mute. He usually visited him in loaded dreams but right now he wasn�t sleeping. Maybe he should ask Naoe to knock him out, the man sure as hell looked like he wouldn�t have any problem with that suggestion right now. Maybe he should...ask Naoe. Maybe he�d know something about this. He had promised himself that he would be more truthful with himself and Naoe.

�Naoe, do you know why I feel this way?�

Naoe was quiet for a long time after that question as Takaya held him from behind. It was a heavy silence that told Takaya that maybe he hadn�t been so hopeless when he�d asked Naoe for help. He waited a couple more minutes, and then when he was sure he wasn�t going to get an answer, Naoe cleared his throat.

�There�s another reason why Kagetora hated me. Lord Kagetora was sold from his House as a bargaining tool during the war 400 years ago. The...lords of that house...they had done unspeakable things to him.�

Takaya and as if one cue, can hear and see the flashes of light at the edge of his peripheral, daggering his eyesight with images of Kagetora being...He�d seen these images before...had seen them when Naoe had attacked him.

�He was raped. Holy shit.�

�...Yes...several times. I...he had me promise to him that I would never speak of it...to anyone...but I guess this doesn�t count, since I�m technically not speaking to another person about it.�

�Yeah, I guess...I just...you�re an idiot.� Takaya suddenly realizing what Naoe had been talking about at the beginning about Kagetora�s other reason for hating the possessor.

�So you turn around and rape his wife. After you knew how much he despised�-

�I was desperate, but it still does not excuse what I did, nor will it ever. He will continue to hate me, and I will continue to serve him regardless of that hate.�

�He was raped. Things are starting to make a lot more sense in my life now, and that�s really, really, really sad. I didn�t think his life was affecting mines, and it�s not...but damn, I just, that feeling, I hate it when people are touching me. I really hate it. The only time I touch, is when I fight, and that�s the only time I�ve ever felt safe with it.�

Naoe shaking his head somberly at Takaya moved his hand, so he could place it over and link his fingers with the palm resting over his stomach. He could understand Takaya�s skittishness when it came to intimacy, when it came to opening up, but he had thought they had gotten over that. All of it. He�d thought maybe Takaya was okay with him now, felt comfortable with him...maybe even loved him.

Takaya hugged him tighter reminding Naoe about whose arms he were in right now, and leaning back into that hold, Naoe felt the body behind him press into him. How could he make Takaya feel comfortable with him, how could he reassure him that he would never, ever break that trust the boy had given him? How could he show him that he would do anything? That he would never hurt him or make him cry. God that was the last thing he would ever want to have to put Takaya through. Making Takaya cry was a mortal sin, an unthinkable sin that he thought rightly would come with the price of eternal damnation and burning in the pits of all of the seven hells.

Turning within that hold, Naoe placed his arms around Takaya�s shoulders so he could close the gap between them.

Feeling the pressure of Takaya�s gaze on him, Naoe pulled the boy into a tight hug. He didn�t want Takaya to see the look on his face, the look that wanted to devour Takaya completely, and leave nothing between them. Nothing. No shields, no boundaries, no secrets. He wanted everything from Takaya, his heart, his soul, his body. He wanted him so much, and the look in his eyes, he knew that could have the potential to scare Takaya away if the boy ever caught that stare. He even scared himself sometimes when he saw and realized what he would do for Takaya, what he would do to him if Takaya ever allowed him control over anything. Maybe the boy was right to put off their relationship; maybe he had spotted his fervor, the kind that could possibly annihilate him and Takaya with it.

He held onto Takaya tighter, and he could feel the boy�s breath come out of him in a loud gasp as Naoe�s hold tightened. He had to do something about this, why was this so difficult when it should have been easy? He�d thought they already cleared the biggest hurdle in their relationship. This should be nothing, and he already knew what Takaya wanted from this.

Control. They were both fighting for it and yet, like many things, he would give that up. To be with Takaya he would give himself up, he would give his sanity up --sometimes it felt like he�d already given it up-- He give himself whole to Takaya if it satisfied him.

If it made him want to be with him as well.

Clearing his throat again Naoe went on, �I would gladly change positions if it made you...feel better...Takaya I don�t mean to hurt you. I just want to be with you.�

It didn�t matter; he just needed to be with him. Nothing else mattered but that.

Takaya�s breath which was stirring against his neck had quickened, the skin warm in his arms as he could imagine Takaya�s blush traveling down, lower down his neck and chest and�

Releasing Takaya, Naoe watched the younger man for any signs that he did not wish for this to continue, but Takaya didn�t seem to be against it, if his shy attempts at undressing Naoe were any indication, which it was. Takaya bringing both hands to smooth over the front of Naoe�s chest slipped his hands down to his abdomen. He started to undo the buttons on his shirt slowly if a bit trembling, and trying to steady his hands, he finally reached Naoe�s collar. Naoe shrugged out of the shirt, bearing his muscular frame for Takaya and the boy ducked his head down immediately so he could start unzipping Naoe�s pants.

Naoe lifted up and pulled his pants down along with his underwear, and Takaya feeling his embarrassment come back tenfold, tried to avert his eyes. He didn�t get very far with the idea that he could avoid looking at Naoe, especially now that his eyes had glanced down without his knowledge and he was blatantly staring at Naoe�s erection and feeling really inadequate with this whole situation because Naoe was�big.

Naoe didn�t seem to care that he was watching him, the man too engrossed in the side of his neck that was exposed to his mouth. Takaya felt arms encircle his back, and then Naoe�s erection was pressing against his stomach, hard and twitching and he couldn�t breath for those couple of seconds that the older man held him and began to shift slightly against his belly.

Oh sweet�god

Takaya shuddered and putting his arms around Naoe, he pulled the Possessor into an embrace; he definitely didn�t know where he was going with this, but the way Naoe was breathing into his hair, raspy and groaning, he didn�t think it mattered anymore. Forgetting himself completely, Takaya felt the press of the mattress at his back, he was about ready to start complaining again, but stopped when he saw the look on Naoe�s face, the needy, almost desperate look and he stopped dead in his tracks.

He let Naoe cover him. He could feel Naoe�s cock pressing under his thigh, and a halt signal went off in his head--Too bad he wasn�t pay any attention to it--Instead he was pulling Naoe closer to him, slipping his hands up his back, and feeling a shiver run up the Possessor�s spine.

He wasn�t on top�but for some reason this wasn�t bothering him. He was comfortable, the soft surface of the bed cushioning him and making him complacent with his position. Nudging Naoe�s head with his fingers, he was able to grab his attention. Naoe leaned closer, and then they began to kiss, something soft and warm and not really there. He could feel Naoe shift between his legs, then shift again like he was looking for something, and Takaya on an instinct he didn�t even knew he had, automatically wrapped his legs around the older man�s waist and held him there. He didn�t know what this was, just the need to be close to Naoe. Dammit, and he had just told himself he wanted to be on top. Naoe was now plundering his mouth, using his tongue to work moans out of system. A hand was trapped between them. Naoe was working his fingers between them to get at his own needy erection, and Takaya knew instantly why Naoe was so eager for it. Why the man�s fingers were now touching, and grasping, and holding, and for that knowledge he felt guilt.

Naoe was touching himself because he thought he wouldn�t.

He was getting his desire out of the way, so he could attend to Takaya without his need fogging his mind, and making him selfish in turn. He would give Takaya all his attention, and then some because he thought the boy deserved it. Takaya didn�t need him acting selfish, and wanting things from him. It was just too unreasonable to ask that of Takaya�

�so unreasonable, but yet so enticing.

Fighting those urges, Naoe thrust into the circle of his fingers, trying to find clarity amidst his muddled thoughts. He knew this wouldn�t take very long, not with his need pulsing for release and Takaya looking so amazing under him, with those green blazoned eyes and a mouth that could crush him with a few words.

He gripped himself tighter, and all the blood seemed to move to the tip of his erection, forcing him to groan loudly and fist the mattress next to Takaya�s thigh. Just a couple of seconds--just a couple of inches, a careful drag of his hand--and the rebellious side of his mind was whispering seductively that he could have easily grabbed onto Takaya�s thigh and hauled it straight up and over his shoulder and into the perfect position for him to�

That would be perfect.

So perfect. Like his many fantasies in which he subjugated Takaya--in fits of rage--to submission and embarrassment. Like many of his fantasies in which he had bowed at Takaya�s feet, asked the boy to take pity on his horrendous soul and Takaya would accept him, would be kind to him, would allow Naoe to make love to him until he woke up and realized it had all been a beautiful dream.

His hand moved quicker while the other hand, the bold hand moved to settle on top of Takaya�s thigh, inadvertently pushing it into the bed and pinning it under a heavy palm. This surely hadn�t been in the plan, but Takaya didn�t look too opposed to the idea, not with his arms so open and inviting. Not with his one free leg wrapped around his waist and holding him in place.

�We could�� Takaya�s voice stopped the hand on his cock, and Naoe breathing in slowly through his nose tried to calm his racing heart, ��we could try this once�this way, I could��

Naoe closing his eyes against the ache in his cock tried to distinguish what he thought Takaya was trying to tell him. It didn�t make sense, but that couldn�t be helped since Takaya a lot of the times didn�t make any coherent sense.

�Takaya, what? Try what?� He looked down at him, and was amazed at how clear Takaya�s eyes could get when the white glare from the florescent bulbs overhead illuminated the greenish-brown color. Like murky waters reflecting the sunlight and clearing instantly or dust motes uncovered by flashlight, the sight had always made Naoe�s own eyes try to catch each speck of detail and hoard it within his memory. He felt his need throb harder and fisting himself again, Naoe was stopped by a gentle hand brushing his wrist.

�We could,� Takaya turned his head to profile almost coyly and right there Naoe knew something had to be wrong, because coy and Takaya Ougi had nothing in common. He was loud when no one wanted to listen, he was blunt to the point where it was almost ridiculous, and he had rough edges and an angularity that made his grimy outlook on life fitting.

Takaya Ougi was anti-coy�and yet there was something modest in the way he had turned his head to the side, something fragile and giving. Naoe didn�t think he could get any harder.

��We could just,� feeling the thigh under his palm jerk up; Naoe removed his hand from holding it down. It slid along the back of his legs, higher and higher, until it had joined the first around his waist, pulling him down fully on top of Takaya, his sex now in full contact with the underside of Takaya�s soft thigh. If he just moved up a little, and canted Takaya�s hips higher he knew, he definitely be able to�and the way Takaya was positioning himself on the bed�he couldn�t�could he?

�Make love to me Naoe.�

It took him a couple of heart pounding seconds to figure out what Takaya had just said to him. The words were so foreign sounding coming from Takaya, so different, so unreal. He had waited so long, so many decades to hear such words, so many lonely days, nights, so many thoughts, and so many fantasies�

�Please, Naoe�I can�t��

Oh thank the�

He didn�t know what it was that took over, maybe the desperate part of his mind that had wanted this moment for far too long to deign this desire healthy, but he had grabbed Takaya by the hips, shifted him up and slowly began to ease his oil-slicked cock into Takaya�s body. It took a couple of minutes to enter. Takaya�s body tight and tense with the intrusion. A slow slide that was interrupted the further he reached by careful breaths and his hands petting Takaya reassuringly on the face and hair.

�Takaya, need to relax. I don�t�want to hurt you.�

Takaya was clawing at his back with his blunted fingernails, as he shifted his head on the feathered pillow, his forehead gleaning with sweat.

�It doesn�t hurt so�don�t stop.� He knew how stubborn Takaya could be, how adamant the boy could be with putting on a straight face. If he was in pain, he�d swallow it as a matter of pride because if there was one principle Takaya Ougi tried to follow to a T it was that boys didn�t cry. Never, ever.
He felt a heel dig into the small of his back, and it distracted him with the thought of how damn flexible Takaya was. That bit of information really should be put to some good use.

Takaya pushed up without warning, the heel on Naoe�s back pushing him suddenly down and driving him the last couple of inches into Takaya�s warm receptive body.

�Fuck.� It was probably the first time he had ever cursed in front of Takaya, but he thought the boy shouldn�t hold it against him considering the situation.

�Uhh�right there�� Takaya without even batting an eyelash was shifting under Naoe. It was strange feeling something inside of him. It wasn�t half bad. It just made him ache a lot, like he wasn�t getting enough of whatever it was. Like he needed more�

Grabbing Naoe by the back of his neck he was able to haul him down for a kiss. It would probably get the older man to finally relax in his embrace and start moving because his need between them was throbbing so hard that it hurt.

Naoe kissed him back, open-mouth and hard, and Takaya thought if he kissed him any harder he would choke on his spit. He could also feel large hands on his hips clamping down even harder, squeezing and simultaneously pushing him back into the bed. Naoe was breathing like he had one punctured lung and Takaya looking into his eyes was awestruck by the fierceness in his gaze.

Damn he was going to have a sore ass tomorrow.

�Fuck me.� Naoe was still latched onto his mouth, but even through his lip-lock Takaya could hear his groan. Naoe was moving now, hard and pushing, but controlled. There wasn�t anything frenzied about it, but the power behind each thrust, and Naoe�s weight was making Takaya feel overwhelmed and hot, like he was feverish. Naoe had moved his mouth down to Takaya�s neck, and was now sucking on his throat as hard as he was thrusting into his body. He knew he was breathing loudly. He was practically panting. The pressures between his legs making him quiver around Naoe�s shoulders. He could hear Naoe�s feral grunts from somewhere by his chin and the pace picked up as he kneaded his hands into the broad shoulders above him.

Naoe was now rocking faster into him, still unbelievably solid, and Takaya could feel the man�s erection rubbing his body and his prostate, his own erection brushing up against the bunched muscles of Naoe�s stomach. �Uh�yes,� Naoe was hitting a spot between his legs that made his knees tremble, his limbs tightening around Naoe�s waist in an effort to get more out of him, more of his touch, his warmth, his�

�Harder.� Naoe was now grunting against his throat, and Takaya unable to keep himself quiet anymore moaned loudly. At the sound of it the older man felt himself leaking and Takaya made another poor attempt at breathing regularly. The pace between them was quickening and choking out sobbed breaths and desperate for his release, Takaya pulled Naoe up so they were face to face. The movement shifting Takaya�s privates into bend of Naoe�s stomach, the friction mounting until Takaya felt himself jerk violently and spasm against Naoe�s belly.

He yelled, he didn�t know what, but it was loud and his voice sounded like shit. It didn�t seem to matter to him anymore. Naoe had halted his thrusting as soon as he had come, and the teenager opening his eyes and looking up at him wondered why. He could feel Naoe still hard between his legs and passing a hand over the man�s sweaty back, he tried to get his voice under control. �That�why�d you�stop?�

Naoe shook his head, like he didn�t understand the question. When he spoke his voice was even deeper than Takaya remembered, �I thought�I was hurting you.� Naoe closed his eyes mid-sentence and a tremor shot through his body causing the man to growl against the side of his face.

�Don�t worry about it, just�� Naoe gave up speaking to stare him in the eyes and before Takaya could stop himself he was smirking. Exhaustion was burning into his limbs and his neck lulled to the side as he tried to get his vocal chords to cooperate. �Just what? C�mon, stop treating me like I�m made of fucking glass.� Naoe really needed to stop worrying about him. He was a big boy and he could take care of himself.

Takaya was sure he would probably have to flip them over and ride Naoe to finish the man off, but he didn�t get the chance, for it seemed Naoe was faster at recovering his senses than him. Before he could even get a syllable out Naoe was moving within him and kissing the side of face. He was soon pounding into him, trying to get his own release and Takaya left up to his own devices watched Naoe unravel between his legs. He came hard, still shuddering as he heavily draped himself over the teenager.

�Remember heavy.� Takaya pushing at Naoe�s sweaty shoulder was rewarded with a curse. Naoe turned to regard him and then slumped further on top of him.

�Deal with it, you brat.� Takaya didn�t know if he was hearing things, or if Naoe had lost his mind, but Naoe completely disregarding him made himself comfortable as he rested his head on Takaya�s shoulder.

�I could always roll over.� Takaya couldn�t find it within himself to do as his inner sadist told him to do, he didn�t think he had the energy for it, so he just collapsed back on his pillow, closed his eyes and tried to get his breathing back down.

Naoe was pressing his nose into his shoulder and Takaya feeling hands on his thighs waited for the possessor to pull out of him. He waited for a couple more minutes, but Naoe wasn�t pulling out, just breathing into his shoulder and kissing him there and touching his thighs. He was still groping him after a couple more minutes, and Takaya with his breathing and his head finally calm had enough mind to wonder what the hell Naoe was doing. It didn�t take long for the purpose to dawn on Takaya when he felt Naoe still inside of him harden and swell.

�Naoe, oh c�mon. My ass is killing me.�

Naoe looked at him then and smiled. Takaya hadn�t ever really seen the older man smile, really smile and it made his heart beat faster and his head feel lighter. He then began to hear Naoe speak, his voice muffled by his shoulder, but the tone and the intentions clear as daylight.

�You�re young Takaya,� He shifted in him and Takaya without meaning to had shuddered and closed his eyes--where�d that come from?--�and you feel so good. Be nice and play with me some more.�

A/N: I�m ending it here because there can only be so much smut in one chapter. Of course next chapter should have more smut.
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