Make up Sex

Hello everyone. Thanks for the reviews. I’m glad you liked it!!!
About Yuki’s OOC: yeah, I know, but I was tired of Yuki acting like a jerk, so I decided that I wanted him to be sweet with Shuichi for once in his life.

The last story totally backfired! I didn’t want it to be so sappy, so I tried to make up for it in this story. Just pure smut.

Warning: Out of character Shuichi this time.

Sory for any mar/mar/spelling mistake. My word processor just has Spanish grammar corrector (or however it’s called in English, I don’t know)

While writing this, I was listening to Sonic Youth... the anger in Kim Gordon’s voice inspired me.

I hope you like it.

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Shindou Shuichi was watching television in the living room couch.

‘damnit, so many channels and just crap’.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and he was extremely bored. Of course Yuki was working, he was always working.

They had been together for 3 years now, and their sex life was suffering very badly: it was lacking the passion, the fire, the fun. Shuichi didn’t have fun anymore with Yuki in bed. Yuki never wanted to try anything new anymore. But it was Shuichi’s fault too, not just Yuki’s. He was too busy with work to worry about sex.

After three years of living with Yuki, some of the writer’s habits had rubbed off on Shuichi. One of those habits was smoking. Yes, he had started smoking, and loved it.

So here he was, on a lovely Saturday afternoon, watching some crappy talk show, sex deprived, and smoking his last cigarrette. ‘Damnit, I will have to go buy cigarrettes’ he thought.

He went to their (Yuki’s and his) room, where his wallet was and took some money. ‘Might as well buy some pocky’ he thought, taking some more money.

as sas summer, so he didn’t grab a coat or a jacket. He was wearing some hip-hugging black leather pants, that were tight in every right place and a red shirt that left his navel exposed. His attire was complemented with a thin, studded choker.

‘Maybe Yuki wants something from the store too. He has been working like a madman’, he thought. With that in mind, he headed to Yuki’s office, and knocked softly.

“Come in”, said Yuki. He was nicer now. The fact that Shuichi wasn’t so annoying anymore, helped in his change of attitude.

Shuichi opened the door and entered the room.

“I’m going to the store to buy cigarretes, do you want something?” Yuki stopped tipying and turned to look at his boyfriend.

“Yeah, maybe some beer and...” he stopped talking and frowned. He gave Shuichi a head to toe look.

“What?”, asked Shuichi.

“Are you going out dressed like that?” said Yuki, a bit annoyed.

“What do you mean ‘like that’?” Shuichi was a bit confused. Yuki gave a low, annoyed chuckle.

“Well, you look like a cheap whore.”

“A cheap whore? Well Yuki, that is kind of insulting.” Shuichi said, frowning.

“Maybe is you didn’t dress like a cock-sucker slut, I wouldn’t have to insult you. Go and change. Wear something decent for once.”

“Slut? Take that back Yuki Eiri. You are not going to treat me like that.” Shuichi said, feeling anger growing inside of him.

“Go and change. You are not going out like that.”

“HAH! I’m not going to change, and I will go out. Who do you think you are? I can do as I please.”

“I am your boyfriend, and you are not going out like that. I swear that I’ll lock you in the bedroom if necessary.” snarled Yuki.

“You don’t own me! Jesus, what is the matter with you, I always dress like this and you have never complained before. You know what, nevermind, I’m going, bye.” Shuichi turned around and exited the room. Yuki got up from his chair and roughly grabbed him by his arm and turned him arround so they were face to face.

“Listen, brat. You are NOT going out dressed like a slut. These pants are too tight, the shirt is too short. Damnit Shuichi, you look like you’re beging to get fucked. You want to know why I never said something before? Because I didn’t care, because you can do as you please. But last time we went out together, you were wearing those impossibly microscopic shorts, do you remembehen hen we went to eat dinner?” Yuki started raising his voice considerably.

“Don’t yell at me! Yes I remember!”

“Every perverted men were oggling you like if you were a piece of meat. How do you think I felt, huh? It’s ok dressing like this when you are on stage, performing, but this is NOT a stage, can you understand that? I don’t fucking understand why the hell you dress like this everyday? Do you like to have every man lusting after you? You are such a slut Shuichi”

Shuichi had never seen Yuki act so jealous and possessive, and for some strange reason it turned him on, but he was not letting Yuki do what he wanted. If he wanted to dress like this, he would. No one was telling him what to do. Not even Yuki.

“Oh, so all this is about your jealousy, isnt it? And you better stop calling me a slut.” He said, angrily. Yuki squeezed his arm tighter. He was really getting furious.

“I’ll call you like I want. If you want to dress like a slut, I’ll call you a slut. You look like you are begging for a big fat cock to fuck you, like you want to spread your legs to anyone that offers it to you! Damn right I’m jealous.” Yuki screamed in Shuichi’s face.

“Let me go, you jerk! Maybe you’re right, that’s what I want, and since you’re not giving it to me, I may have to start looking somewhere else, look for a real man to give it to me like I deserve!!!” Shuichi yelled, getting very hot, and very angry too.

“You deserve to be fucked like a slut, is that what you want, you liitle piece of shit?” Yuki slammed his smaller lover hard to the wall. “I bet you are cheating on me! I bet you get on all fours like a bitch in heat, and spread your legs for every stranger that has a big cock and let them shove it up your ass. I bet you love that, don’t you?”

“What if I do? Huh? What would you do if I did?” Both of them were getting worked up by this little dirty talk, but the anger was stronger. Shuichi couldn’t believe that Yuki could treat him like that, and Yuki was so jealous! He knew that he had been neglecting his boyfriend, but Shuichi was being very frigid too. They had been neglecting each other. It was a shared responsibility.

“That’s enough, I’m going to lock you in the room, and you will NOT come out, until you have changed into something decent.” Yuki started dragging Shuichi towards their bedroom. Shuichi was fighting with all his strenght, but the blond man was stronger and shoved him into the bedroom and closed the door.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU CAN’T DO THIS, YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER. LET ME OUT, YOU FUCKER, OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!” Shuichi was trying to open the door, but Yuki was holding it from the outside.

“YOU ARE NOT COMING OUT DRESSED LIKE THAT. I AM NOT GOING TO OPEN THIS DOOR UNTIL YOU CHANGE!!!!” Yuki was getting very turned on by this. He missed this feeling. Lately he had been so sex deprived, but he didn’t care: he was absorbed by work and so was Shuichi. Maybe he needed something different to get turned on, and this was working fine for him. His cock was getting harder every time. Shuichi looked so sexy dressed like that, he looked so wild and untameable when he was angry.

Shuichi tried to turn the doorknob again, but Yuki was grabbing it very forcefuly. He tried to push the door, but nothing. Yuki was too strong. So, he started kicking the door and slamming his fists on the hard wooden surface.

“OPEN THE DOOR, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!”, he yelled.

Yuki felt his erection growing. Did Shuichi called him a bitch? Wow, he never knew that this little name-calling routine would be so effective for his libido.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME, BRAT?” Yuki asked.

Inside the room, Shuichi was practically humping the door. He was rubbing his crotch on the hard, nice, soft wood. He had given up all the hopes to open it, so he decided to try to relieve some of the excessive tension in any way possible, and this was working just fine for him.

“I CALLED YOU A BITCH. THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE... A SEXY... ANNOYING.... HOT... GODDAMN BITCH... FROM HELL.... AHHH” he started rubbing his package harder and faster.
Yuki moaned at his boyfriend’s answer, but before he could do or say anything, Shuichi continued.

“I SWEAR... THAT IF YOU DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR RIGHT NOW... AND FUCK ME HARD... I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.”

Yuki didn’t need to be told twice, he opened the door violently and proceeded to attack his sexy lover. He forcefuly grabbed him and ravished his sweet mouth, inmediately shoving his tongue down the smaller boy’s throat. The kiss was savage, full of passion. Shuichi was feeling a strange mixture of anger and lust. He had never felt this way before, but it seemed that it was a perfect combination. Yuki felt the same: he was fucking angry with Shuichi and he wanted to punish him and show him who had the upper hand.

Never breaking the kiss, they started struggling with each others clothes. Shuichi was desperately trying to unbutton Yuki’s expensive shirt, but he couldn’t because he was shaking with anxiousness, so he just ripped it open. Yuki, in the meantime was fighting with the boy’s belt, while stroking his ass.

They started moving towards the bed, never breaking the kiss or their hands activities. Shuichi was pinching Yuki’s nipples and scratching his back, and Yuki had managed to get rid of the belt and open Shuichi’s pants and was stroking the boy’s hard cock.

When they arrived to their destinantion (the bed), Yuki broke the kiss to focus on getting Shuichi out of the slutty pants and his underwear.

Shuichi’s face was red, his mouth slightly open, his lips swollen and moist with the mixture of his and Yuki’s spit. His breathing was erratic and his heart was pounding so hard, that he tought that his ribs were going to break.

Once the offending garments were off Shuichi’s body, Yuki spread the boys legs and positioned his head in between. He took the weeping erection in his mouth, his head bobbing up and down, each time taking a bit more into his warm and sticky oral cavity, until he was deep throating the boy, swallowing, sucking hard, and moaning. Gods, he had really missed this feeling.

Shuichi grabbed Yuki’s golden locks in his fingers, and moaned.

“Fuck Yuki... oh yeah... suck me harder, you filthy bitch... oh gods... yeahhh... ahhhh”.

Yuki growled, but was unable to respond because his mouth was occupied with something else, of course. His suction increased, making obscene sounds while doing it. His hands were squeezing, none too gently, the boy’s soft inner tighs, leaving red marks on them, that he was sure would bruise. Of course, he didn’t care. Shuichi’s hold on his hair was getting stronger. He was almost pulling his hair out of his scalp. It hurt, but then again, he didn’t care, because it was a good pain.

Shuichi’s balls were swollen. They were about to burst. One of Yuki’s hands started stroking them, and that was it for Shuichi: he came hard in Yuki’s mouth with a loud moan. Yuki didn’t swallow: he had other plans. He kept as much of Shuichi’s cum in his mouth as he could and he kissed Shuichi, feeding him his ownn essence. They moaned into each other’s mouths, exchainging their salivas and Shu’s cum.

Shuichi broke the kiss this time and pushed Yuki away, so he could unbutton his pants.

“Damn, get these things off!” said Shuichi, desperatly trying to get rid of the piece of clothing.

“Shut up, brat, shut the fuck up and turn over. I’m going to fuck you until your ass won’t be able to close anymore. I swear you’ll be needing diapers after I finish with you!” said Yuki, grabbing Shuichi and turning him onto his stomach, and taking his his pants and underwear off, tossing them in a random direction. Shuichi whimpered “oh my god....”

Yuki opened the drawer of the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. He coated his erection with the slick substance, and then tossed it in the same direction he had tossed his pants. He manouvered Shuichi on his knees, and grabbed his hips.

“I’ll show you your place, slut” he said, and penetrated the smaller boy with one hard thrust.

“Ahhhh... yeah... give it to me, bitch, show me my place... fuck me like a whore.... ahhhh gods... show me who I belong to.... ahhhhh harder, bitch, fuck me harder.... yeah, oh.. yes...”

Yuki complied, and started fucking the boy into the matress, the bed rocking with each one of his thrusts, the headboard banging the wall. Shuichi was pushing back as hard as Yuki was pushing forwards, wanting to feel his lover’s cock even deeper.

“Scream my name, slut... ahhh”

“AHHH... YU...KIIIIIII, FUCK.... AHHHH YESSSSS YUKIIIIIIIIIIII!!!”

“You like... it.... when your... master fucks you.... don’t you?... ngh”

“ah ah....ye..yes... I love... it....”

“Who’s your... master....slut?”

“You... bitch, you’re... ahhhhhhhhhhh my master..... I’m gonna..... ah ah ah”

Yuki’s cock was efficiently hitting Shuichi’s prostate every time, and he started pumping the boy’s erection with his hand, and after a few minutes, Shuichi came again, coating his lover’s hand and the bed.

“Gods.... ahhhh, fShu.Shu...ichi” Yuki came few moments after, not being able to take it anymore, finally giving into the pleasure. Shuichi moaned into the pillow when he felt Yuki’s essence bathing his insides. They collapsed on the bed.

Yuki pulled out slowly, enjoying the feeling, and sighed. He moved off the boy’s back so he wouldn’t crush him with his superior weigth. Shuichi turned around and hugged him, kissing him softly on his lips, and then rested his head on Yuki’s chest. Yuki pulled him closer and nuzzled the sweaty mope of pink hair.

“Gods Yuki... that was awesome. We should fight more often” Shuichi giggled.

“Brat” Yuki said, smiling a bit.

“What? You didn’t like it?” Shuichi looked up.

“You called me a bitch” he said, smirking.

“and you loved it, didn’t you?” Shuichi said, smirking too, and kissing his cheek.

“...yeah...turned me on” Yuki admited, Shuichi laughed.

“anyway, I still have to go and buy cigarrettes.” Shuichi said.

“but you’re not going out dressed like a slut” Yuki said

“Oh yes I will” Shuichi replied, a mischievous grin appearing on his lips.

“Then I think I will have to punish you again” Yuki said, licking the boy’s neck

“...Ohhh Yuki...”

Fin
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Author notes:

I don’t plan on writing another story. I’m out of ideas, and I really don’t like to write, I’m lazy, but review anyways... maybe I’ll get in the mood to write something else if you like this.

Love you people!

Catalina Andrea L. ^_^