The Replacement

Summary: This is no longer just a one-shot requested by Sean. When Haru is caught drawing naughty pictures in school Ayame is called to take him home, but Ayame has other things in mind. HaruxAyame

Since so many people have requested that I not let this story be a one-shot I have agreed to continue it. I am glad that so many people like this story and I am happy to create more with it. Sorry it has taken so long to get posted up I just got back from Disney Land so yeah now that I am back much more updates.

WARNING: MAJOR YAOI LEMON ACTION AHEAD! IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS DO NOT CONTINUE, DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT BECOME VERY AROUSED.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!


The Morning After

The room was darker than night and as silent as a grave yard. It was very apparently chilly outside of the apartment, but inside the apartment, in the bedroom and under the covers it was quiet nice and warm. Hatsuharu stirred slightly in his sleep and turned over, pulling the blankets closer up around his neck. Though he did not wake from his peaceful sleep, he simply continued to sleep on; completely obvious and unaware of the tall robed figure standing by the door way watching him as he slept.

Ayame had woken up very early that morning with his stomach grumbling since everything he had eaten the day before had most certainly been worked off the last night. A sly smile came to his lips as he recollected the past events. He hadn’t had one so feisty in his bed for a long time, let alone one so young.

Haru really was very handsome, he thought to himself as he leaned his head against the door frame. When he slept like this there was a sweet, almost innocent ness about him that was in itself very attractive but, as Ayame remembers, nothing was more attractive than to see him in the throws of passion.

His smile broadened as he left the room to finish what he had been doing in the kitchen. He walked with great ease though a little more sorely from the bruises that had been left on his hips, but he didn’t mind. He had, after all, been handled a bit rougher on a couple of occasions. This was no different, though in many ways it was much better.

Hatsuharu continued to sleep on, never once noticing his older cousin watching him or even noticing when he had slipped out of the bed. He did vaguely remember when he was able to breathe a little easier when apparently Aya had released his clinging hold onto his chest. And he definitely remembered waking up in the middle of the night trying to tighten those very arms while he slept, it was to no avail though, it was as though Ayame was scared that if he let go Haru would disappear or something. He didn’t give it much thought and after 15 minutes of trying he gave up and went back to sleep.

And sleep was exactly what he was doing right at this moment. He was in a very pleasant dream, one that he had many times a night. One of his precious Yuki; it was always very pleasant at first and always made him happy but in the end it was always the same, he would loose him. At this very moment he was nearing that breaking point.

He was searching through a maze of hedges higher than he could see. They were so thick that he didn’t think that even as his animal form that he could barrel through the hedges. His only thought though was to find Yuki, find his Yuki. Haru called out his name many times but there was no cry in return.

Finally, as if only because of his pure exhaustion did he manifest before him, there in a little wooden chair facing away from him was Yuki. He breathed a sigh of relief at finding him, because though he has had the same dream many times it was always the same weather he knew that he was going to loose him or not he just wanted him to be safe.

Yuki’s head was bent and he was crying quietly into his own hands, Haru quickly walked over to him and without even looking into his face he grabbed him and pulled him into a tight embrace. It was then in his dreams that Yuki always disappeared, true Haru could always leave him there crying and not have to suffer feeling him melt away from his arms, but in truth he could never leave Yuki alone crying without trying to comfort him in some way. And though it hurt him to loose him every time, and though it was just some stupid reoccurring dream, he wanted to make it all better, he wanted to feel him in his arms even for just the briefest of moments before everything fell away.

But this time was different, Yuki didn’t disappear and in fact he seemed to be clinging to him in some desperate attempt not to fall away into oblivion. The clinging seemed very familiar in some odd way though he didn’t recollect how it could. Then it hit him all of a sudden and he pulled the boy away from him to look into the face.

To Haru’s astonishment he did not hold his Yuki in his arms like he had always done before, but in his place was none other than his older brother Ayame. The tears streaming down his face, his long silver hair in disarray, clinging to the front of Haru’s shirt. He felt his heart tug at this sad beauty and involuntarily placed his arms around him again and hugged him to himself.

For some odd reason, unknown to Haru, this felt right. It felt as though this was how it was always supposed to be and yet he felt it was wrong. He wanted to fight the feelings telling him how wonderful this felt and how satisfied he finally was, because he couldn’t allow this to be right. This wasn’t supposed to happen, it wasn’t Yuki!

He grabbed Ayame’s shoulders and shoved him away as a blinding light flashed before his eyes.

“Morning sunshine!” called a cheery voice as the deep velvet curtains had been pulled away from the window allowing the brilliant sun to shine through and fall directly on the sleeping Haru. Hatsuharu’s eyes shot open and then squinted shut again as he looked around. Speak of the devil; he thought to himself as Ayame placed something in front of him.

“Breakfast in bed darling!” the hebi said with one of his ‘you know I’m gorgeous and you must wish you were me’ smiles. “Don’t call me that!” Haru said annoyed as he was surprised to find the food sitting before him. He sat up properly in the bed, the sheet falling from his naked chest causing his nipples to harden and to shiver.

“Here this is for you,” Ayame said as he handed the robe to Hatsuharu, “I am going to take a bath…would you care to join me?” He asked him as he ran a slender finger down Haru’s cheek, neck, and down the middle of his chest. Haru grabbed his hand and stopped it from going any further by flinging it away.

“Hmm, guess not then. Suit yourself, but if you change your mind I will be waiting.” Before Haru could protest Ayame cupped his face and planted the softest kiss on his lips that he could ever remember feeling. His eyes slowly dropped and he melted into the small kiss. The hebi pulled away and slithered from the room leaving Haru laying there with his eyes closed.

Slowly his eyes slid open to see the room empty, he felt glad that he had been left alone and at the same time sad that Ayame hadn’t continued. It had been one simple kiss but it had definitely had its effect on his lower region as the tent in the sheets proved.

He tried to shrug it off as he began to eat the food that Aya had left for him. Much to his surprise it was very good and as the first bite touched his lips he found that he was very hungry. After eating the breakfast he stood and yawned while placing the robe around him so that his nether regions didn’t freeze at his current state.

Haru decided that he was thirsty so he slipped into the kitchen and got a glass of cold water from the refrigerator. After nearly drinking it in one gulp he decided that he should get dressed and be on his way. As he passed by the bathroom door he could hear the water splashing in the tub as Ayame washed. A tent appeared in the front of his robe as he thought about that golden eyed god lying in the water.

“Well it wouldn’t hurt to have one more go before I go.” He said to no one but himself as he slid the door open and slipped in, closing it behind him. There Ayame was, his hair strung over the side of the tub, eyes closed, and one leg hanging over the edge. He looked so relaxed Haru almost didn’t want to disturb him, almost.

The ushi let the robe fall from his figure as he silently walked over to Aya in the tub and entwined his fingers through that silken hair and lowered his head to give him a kiss just as soft if not softer than he had received just prior to taking a bath.

Ayame’s eyes slid open lazily as he looked into the eyes of Haru as he was kissed. He smiled slightly into the kiss and rapped his arms around the neck of the ushi, pulling him deeper into the kiss, allowing him access to his mouth. His tongue diving in greedily, seeking out the others and finding it with a soft moan that he wasn’t sure came from him or Haru. His tongue continued to massage Haru’s as his ivory hands slid down the naked from leaning over him.

Sliding down his well toned chest, and then back up and over his arm that was supporting him on the edge of the bath tub. Rubbing the tribal tattoo on his arm and then going back over his stomach. Aya sucked Haru’s tongue into his own mouth and it was Haru’s turn to take the lead of the kissing. He searching Ayame’s mouth memorizing every detail while teasing his tongue against the hebi’s. Lightly touching his own to it and then pulling away making the hebi chase after his own.

Haru allowed his hand that was tangled in Ayame’s hair to slide down and push the hebi down towards the bottom of the tub. He broke the kiss and kissed Aya’s cheek softly and moved the hair out of the way allowing access to the tender neck as he slipped into the warm water behind Aya.

He situated himself comfortably, his hard member pushing against Ayame’s back as Haru’s hand took their turn of wondering. The ushi sucked softly on the color bone leaving a small red love bite that he licked and nibbled at before literally biting down on, causing Ayame to squeal in delight. Haru’s hands roamed over the naked chest in front of him, running gently down into the water and rubbing the white thighs.

Ayame let his hand rub up and down Haru’s legs on either side of him and he gently pushed back on the erection that was pressed against his back. Hatsuharu moaned loudly into his neck and much to Ayame’s dismay his hands traveled away from the area that he had wanted him to touch so eagerly. Haru’s hands cupped his chin and wrapped in his hair and turned his head sideways while planting a very harsh and passionate kiss onto the hebi’s quivering lips.

Hatsuharu let go of both and continued his ministrations on the hebi’s neck and his hands slid down to his hips and slowly lifted him and pushed himself against him at the same time, causing him to lean forward slightly and present his butt to his very engorged cock.

He bucked his hips slightly at the puckered entrance and ordered Ayame to guide it into himself. Aya obediently reached around and clasped the hard rod in his hand, giving it a couple of strokes before guiding it to his entrance. Before he had the time to start to push it in, Haru bucked his hips again, sending his entire member deep into Ayame with one swift stroke.

They both cried out as Haru once again dug his fingers into the hips of the hebi and began to create a pace for them, pushing Aya away and then pulling him back while thrusting up into him at the same time. Once he was sure that Ayame had the pace he wanted he released his hips and let one hand tangle in that mass of silver hair and pull his head back so that he could kiss and bite at the sensitive neck, producing a moan from the hebi in front of him.

He let his other hand slide back down Ayame’s stomach as in one moment he not only grasped the hard erection in his hand but he hit that special spot inside of Ayame that caused him to cry out Haru’s name and beg for him to do it again.

Ayame was delirious with pleasure as he moved in time to Haru’s thrusts. When he felt that hand wrap around him and the warm water surrounding them and at the same time hitting that magical spot he thought he would loose it just like that, but amazingly he had managed to hold out. He loved the feeling of Haru’s tongue and lips traveling along his neck and shoulders, his teeth grazing and sinking into his flesh sending chills down his spine.

When the ushi let go of his hair and reached down to massage his balls while stroking his eager member and rubbing the very head of it Ayame thought he was going to loose it. “H…Haru, oh god don’t stop…I…I’m almost there!” he screamed out and at this Haru began to thrust madly into Ayame hitting that spot with every thrust.

And like Ayame said within mere moments he moaned louder than ever Haru’s name as his seed spilled into what was left of the bath water. When Haru felt this he returned his hands to Ayame’s hips and began to pump him on himself as fast and as hard as he could. Within another moment Haru had moaned loudly as well and spilled his hot sticky seed deep inside of the hebi.

They sat breathing deeply, trying to catch their breaths as Ayame leaned happily against Haru’s naked chest. The ushi didn’t release his tight hold on the hebi’s hips for quiet some time, but finally as his breathing slowed as did his grip weaken.

Once he did release he began to stand up from behind Ayame but Aya grabbed his legs and looked backwards up at him. “Don’t go just yet. Lets say a while just you a me and relax.”

“The water is cold now, and I’m getting cold. I want to get dressed.” He pulled his legs away from the hebi’s grasp and slipped out of the tub. He grabbed the discarded robe and slipped it on. Not before Ayame had gotten a glimpse at that perfect ass though.

Ayame leaned back in the tub and closed his eyes again in pure bliss. I knew he would come, he thought to himself and he began to finally wash his hair and clean his body. At least we were in the water and I’m not all that sweaty, Haru thought to himself as he collected his clothing from the living room and the bedroom.

He dressed quickly in the warm clothing and dried what parts of his hair that had been dampened. For a moment he thought about saying goodbye but after the little episode in the bathroom he was afraid of what might happen if he saw those golden orbs looking into his own again. He had to get out of his house he had to get as far away from the hebi as he could. He wasn’t going to let the feelings beginning to well inside of him come loose, and it was sure as hell not going to reinforce them anymore than they had already been.

He slipped on his long white jacket and without saying anything he left the apartment and quickly found himself outside in the cold. Only afterward did he think he should have called Hatori to come and pick him up, but then he quickly changed his mind. He didn’t want anyone to know he had spent the night at Ayame’s, especially Yuki.
Just think of Yuki, he told himself as he walked the nearly empty streets at this time in the morning. That will keep the thought of the hebi out of my mind. A mental image of Yuki appeared in his mind with his silver hair and violet eyes and he smiled to himself as he thought about him. He didn’t happen to notice that in his mind Yuki’s hair was slightly longer than normal and that within those violet orbs were flecks of gold.