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Title: Sometimes
Author: Wearable Bishounen
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes it�s hard to leave the ones you love. Sometimes you find a new love at the most unexpected times and in unusual places. Sometimes the Pretear can be a male.
Disclaimer: We�authors Lennith and Cheza-chan�do not own Pretear in any way. If we did� well, some of you might not be able to watch the show.
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Chapter Eleven � Tension Reliever
Izumi stared over his knees at the bubbling, steamy water before him. The springs were empty, something he was glad for, and so he had time to clear his mind. There was only one thought there now: Mannen. He sighed and placed his chin atop his knees, having them raised. �What am I to do... I said I was going to apologize...� He groaned, mussing up his hair in frustration, and stood from the water. He stomped across the floor, dripping all over the place, and grabbed his robe, not bothering to wash again. He was just closing the door behind him when he was practically bowled over.
Hajime gasped, staring down at the boy beneath him. "Izumi..."
"Hajime... Hajime! Why are you crying?" Izumi sat up, cupping the boy's face in his hands. "What's wrong?"
Sea-green eyes trembled with tears that had no restraint and the Water Knight hugged his Pretear tightly, sobbing. "God. Hajime..." Izumi could do nothing but hold the boy because he'd never encountered a situation like this before and had no idea what to do.
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Mannen trailed his fingers unconsciously through the brilliant blonde hair of the sleeping Plant Knight in his arms. �I really am glad, aren't I...?� He sighed in content, closing his eyes.
Shin moved closer in his sleep as his moist, sweat-covered body became cold. Mannen smiled and tightened his hold, placing a kiss to the boy's head. He was soon succumbing to sleep, enjoying the way Shin�s body fit snugly against his.
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�I'm too young to be so stressed.� Sasame suppressed a groan as the knots in his shoulders and back were kneaded out. He�d gone to the parlor shortly after the meeting.
The masseur smiled and slid his fingers lower down the stiff back. "Everyone is allowed to relax," he whispered, moving his hands in intimate circles against the small of the Sound Knight's back. Sasame released his pent-up breath in a moan. "There you go."
�If Hayate were here, the masseur would've been blown through a wall.� Sasame smiled and turned his head. His faint wince was noticed and gentle but firm hands attended quickly to the problem. The Sound Knight realized that another problem was oh-so-literally arising. He shifted slightly to better his growing arousal's position, a faint blush tingeing the bridge of his nose.
The masseur above him smiled slyly then looked over as the door slid open. Reluctantly, he bowed at the waist then straightened up. Under the pressure of an intense scowl, he left.
Sasame started as a hand slid under him, into the towel, and he sat up sharply, almost falling from the table. Hayate's arm snaked around his waist, keeping him in place, while the other hand wrapped around his hard length. "Hayate..." the white-haired Knight gasped, grabbing the other's wrist.
"He was seducing you," the dark-haired man said, staring deep into glossy gray eyes, "And you allowed it."
"The massage felt good," Sasame admitted, "I couldn't help it."
The Wind Knight snorted and pushed against his partner's hand, sliding his up the slick length.
"Hayate," Sasame keened, face flushed.
"I can make you feel better." A smirk lit up Hayate's face as he leaned forward.
"Please... do!" The usually composed Sound Knight was shuddering with lust atop the table, tormented by his partner. He gasped as he was suddenly pulled to the end of the table and made to lie back. His face colored with slight embarrassment, knowing his arousal stood hard and taut about an inch from his body.
Hayate spread the Sasame's legs and allowed his mouth to hover inches from the head of the other's member, smirking as it twitched from his warm breath. Tears came to the corners of Sasame's eyes as he clenched his hands into tight fists. The Wind Knight waited until the first drop of precum slid free and took the hard organ into his mouth, savoring the taste.
Sasame's body bucked as he bit back a yell, fearing he might explode right now. Hayate worked his mouth over the flesh, using his tongue to feel out every vein as if trying to memorize everything about his lover's member. He pulled his head back, teeth grazing the underside of the sensitive organ, and was rewarded with a spurt of more precum.
Sasame cried out then, reaching down to force the Wind Knight's head lower. "God, Hayate... please..."
Hayate relaxed the muscles of his throat and took his lover to the base, nose pressed against the patch of flaxen-colored pubic hair, inhaling the new but enjoyable scent. He pulled his head back and repeated the process of sliding his mouth down Sasame's length, increasing his pace with each bob of his head.
An intense shudder tore through the Sound Knight's body and he cried out loudly, hips bucking so the other could receive the extent of what he sought. Hayate pulled back, the sticky white substance trailing down his chin as it filled his mouth. He released the member with a gasp and closed his eyes as several spurts landed on his face.
Sasame's body was finally able to relax and he sank onto the table, chest rising and falling sharply with each deep breath. He pushed aside the ringing in his head and opened his eyes lazily, blinking to clear his blurry vision. Hayate came into view, wiping his face and licking his fingers. "Hayate..."
The Wind Knight leaned down and kissed his partner, allowing the Sound Knight to taste himself. It was salty, almost bitter, but the taste of his Hayate was there also. Sasame wrapped an arm around the dark-haired man, smiling. "Daisuki," he whispered in his ear.
Hayate just smirked and kissed a pale shoulder.
"I have to repay the favor," Sasame added with a smirk of his own. He rolled them over and they fell to the floor with a thump, the sheet fluttering down around them. His gray eyes held a predatory gleam as he knelt over his lover, grinning.
Hayate simply retained his lazy smirk, awaiting his treatment.
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Around three in the morning or so Mannen slipped away from Shin's side to go back to his room and check on Izumi. He'd promised to come back later, and he honestly felt more than a bit guilty for not returning earlier when the boy had been in such a state. The Ice Knight rubbed his damp spiky hair and took a deep breath in preparation when he came to the door. He'd taken a quick shower, but he had little doubt Izumi would be able to tell what he'd been up to, no pun intended, the moment he walked through the door. Taking one more moment to collect himself, he slid the door open and stepped into the room.
It took a second to register to him that the room was empty; Izumi's bed a bit mussed but obviously hadn't been slept in. Lying on his bed was a sheet of the inn's stationary, his name scrawled across it in flowing kanji and katakana.
"I'm spending the night at Hajime's room. We'll talk tomorrow. �I zumi"
Mannen crushed the paper in his fist in a momentary fit of jealousy before relaxing his fingers and letting the paper fall back onto his bed. �It's probably better this way anyway,� Mannen thought to himself as he turned to leave the empty room. �If I'd faced him like this he probably would have gone into another fit of hysterics.�
His pale fingers traced over the marks on his neck and chest that he would have been unable to hide and he was suddenly very glad for Izumi's absence. �Besides, it'd be good for him to be friends with Hajime-kun. It's not like Hajime would try to... after all he...� Mannen stopped in his tracks, his face blank as the thought finally registered. "Shit... I didn't think of Hajime-kun," he groaned, rubbing his temple a second before wearily finding Shin and his room.
The blonde sat up with a start at the faint click of the door sliding shut and then breathed in relief when he recognized his lover. "I thought you'd left," Shin murmured, trying to hide his abated fear. Mannen grinned and sat next to him on the edge of the bed, pulling the teen's body tightly to his and kissing him deeply in apology.
"I promised Izumi-kun I'd give him a chance to talk to me tonight, but he's spending the night at Hajime-kun's," he explained, stroking his lover's cheek reassuringly. He smiled in amusement as he allowed the blonde to push off his robe and pull him back into bed, chuckling a little when the soft fingers started to stir his hunger back to life.
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Hayate panted heavily as Sasame's slick fingers stroked at his opening teasingly, caught between fear and pleasure as the Sound Knight continued massaging both his arousal and his tight ring of muscle which was slowly relaxing under the tender treatment. "S-Sasame, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he said stiffly, eyes flying open as his lover pressed one of his digits past the tight muscle.
Sasame chuckled mildly at that comment and kissed the inside of the man's thigh in consolation. "You've never been with a man before, have you, Hayate?" His partner's body slowly loosened up, becoming accustomed to the gentle intrusion of his body, then tightened again as Sasame pushed the rest of his finger in.
Hayate squirmed in a momentary panic, but Sasame used his free hand to pin his hips back to the cold tile floor. "Relax, Hayate, I'm not going to take your virginity on the floor of a massage room," he chuckled again. "I'll only use my fingers. I just want to make you feel good, to wed you to me," he said, curving his finger to gently press against the soft tissue of the prostate to show his lover what he meant.
Hayate gasped at the sudden pleasure, his back arching off the hard floor and his hips jerking upwards. The Sound Knight smiled sensually, feeling his own body ache from just seeing Hayate's reactions, the way his skin flushed and moistened, the haze of pleasure in his usually cold eyes, his hands bound above his head by the sash of his yukata and the long blue hair streaming loose around him as his breath quickened heatedly. "Daisuki, Hayate," he murmured, stroking his lover firmly inside for a few more heartbeats before pulling his finger out, coating it with more massage oil and reinserting it with the addition of a second finger.
Hayate moaned thickly, tears gathering in his eyes at the stinging pain before Sasame pushed roughly against that spot inside him again that made him moan again, but this time in pleasure.
"God, Sasame, please, just take me," he exhaled, his hips experimentally rocking in time with the steady strokes of his lover's fingers.
The pale man just smiled and shook his head, curving his fingers just a bit more to Hayate's surprise and delight. "I'm not going to take you in a place like this. Your first time is special."
"I'm not a girl, you bastard," Hayate hissed forcefully, hands trying to release the knots around his wrists. "I'm telling you I want you NOW, so just do it already!"
"Tsk, such impatience," Sasame chided. The silver-haired man continued the movements of his fingers with a bit more force, his other hand wrapping around Hayate's straining erection and pulling the foreskin down firmly.
The Wind Knight released a string of curses as his lover delicately lapped at the taught flesh in time with his fingers, tracing his tongue down its length before returning to tease the head, tasting the plentiful precum. "Fucking... bastard," Hayate half-screamed as his body began to shudder almost violently from the stimulation, desperately trying to press harder into the gentle mouth and fingers that were torturing him so.
Sensing the other's impending climax, Sasame latched his mouth around the Wind Knight's cock and sucked hard, stimulating the ridge of the head with his tongue. With a long and rather loud cry Hayate plunged into his orgasm, his entire body spasming as his seed spurted thickly into his lover's waiting mouth. The climax lasted longer than he'd ever felt, Sasame continuing to suck on him until he'd been completly milked before pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Hayate's breathing gradually slowed, his body thrumming pleasantly in the afterglow of exceedingly satisfying sex that drove him to crawl over to Sasame and collapse limply in his arms. The other Knight blinked in surprise at the sudden possessive affection, but quickly moved to hold him reassuringly and with equal possessiveness. "Sasame?" the Wind Knight hummed tiredly.
"Yes?"
"Why'd we waste so much time?"
Sasame just smiled and gave a silent laugh, scooping the other into his arms, feeling his weight but not truly burdened by it.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, you don't really want to sleep on this tile floor, do you?"
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His head falling against his raised arms, Hayate told himself he preferred the pain of penetration to the way Sasame�agonizingly calculating in all his actions�prolonged things. It was already bad enough he'd been fettered to the closet door handle. �Special... hah!�
Sasame chuckled as he nibbled on Hayate's bare shoulder. "I know what you're thinking."
"Fuck... off."
"Hmm." Sasame was actually trying to restrain himself. Hayate's tightness was overbearing. He wrapped an arm around the firm waist and pulled the Wind Knight back, sliding slowly into him to the hilt.
Hayate's body trembled at the faint touch his prostate received; it had been like that for almost fifteen minutes. He tugged at the sash lashing him to the closet and whimpered loudly. "Sasame! Kono... konoyaro!"
The Sound Knight pulled back out, smirking. He nudged Hayate's legs further apart and reached his free hand between them, gripping the neglected arousal. Hayate shuddered, choking back a cry. Sasame sighed when he realized he could take it no more. Both hands gripped the Wind Knight's waist and he thrust roughly back into him.
Hayate's head tilted back as he gasped, muscles tightening reflexively. Sasame groaned, total control held only by a thread. Hayate's breathing hitched with every mind-blowing pound to his prostrate and he soon found himself yelling. Sasame's fingers glanced over his erection and the dark-haired man lost it. His length shuddered involuntarily, releasing its sticky white fluid in spurts onto the futon below them.
Hayate barely felt the fingers digging painfully into his sides as Sasame pounded almost relentlessly into him several more times before emptying his own seed. He sucked in air greedily, as if he'd gone through asphyxiation, letting his arms take the full weight of his and Sasame's body.
The white-haired man still had enough sense to undo the bonds before they both collapsed onto the futon, completely spent. "Hayate..."
"Urusai..."
Sasame smiled and hugged the body close.
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