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Rememberance of a Dead Man	By : VisageWriters Category: Gravitation > General Views: 1083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: As It Was in the
Beginning, So Shall It Be…

Eiri couldn’t get enough of the taste and the feeling of it
inside of his mouth. The skin, though pulled taunt, was still
soft and made slippery by his tongue. The volume of his moans was
almost embarrassing, but he couldn’t stop himself from
making his appreciation known in pitch. His hand kept stroking,
picking up where his lips soon left off. Moving back up his body,
he went to claim the man’s lips again. "Take my pants
off. I want to feel you against me." His hands were busy…
that, and he wanted to feel flesh against pure, naked flesh.

Yuki kissed Eiri hungrily as his hands went to the button and
zipper, nearly tearing them apart as he undid them, pushing
Eiri's pants down his legs, using his feet to shove them
completely off and onto the floor. He wrapped his hand around the
hard length and moaned into Eiri's mouth; stroking him at the
same pace the other man gave him.

Eiri started to thrust against the ministrations delivered by
expert hands, groaning in the back of his throat. The kiss
faltered, lips falling against Yuki’s though it was to pant
and sigh, rolling his hips against the rhythmic motions that they
worked together in. "The things you do… did… to my
body."

He was blind, senseless, and losing control. His entire body
trembled for more, but it was so intense that he didn’t know
what he wanted. All Eiri could do was thrust into the hand and
match it with his own, seeking to make Yuki moan like he was;
wanting the man to be lost in as much sexual helplessness as he
was. "I want you.. I want it all at once."

Shit, was he even making sense anymore? He was only slightly
aware of the way his tongue was beginning to lap at Yuki’s
neck and chest, licking lavishly, bathing him with his tongue.
His arm wasn’t a part of him anymore, and that made it
possible for him to reach it over to the bedside table. Opening
the top drawer, he pulled out the necessary lubrication, setting
it down on the bed.

Yuki rolled them, rising above Eiri as he stroked him, watching
his face. "Don't think just because you're older now you get
to be on top." He kissed him hungrily, hand reaching for the
lube as he stroked and ate at him.

A surge of white-hot excitement flooded through Eiri’s
veins, weakening his muscles, crashing over his helpless, prone
form to leave him trembling. His entire body began to throb
painfully and all he could do was grab the sheets with tight,
white knuckles. Through air made of water, he pulled his hands
into Yuki’s hair, gripping it to pull him down for hard,
sloppy kisses.

It was the idea if what was happening. Being able to stare up and
see Yuki’s flushed face, eyes sparkling with life yet
clouded with lust… looking at him. Naked hips pressed to
him, erection apparent and standing out to be touched, licked,
worshipped. There was fear inside of him, stirring in the bottom
of his gut. But he lied to his own mind, telling it that the
feeling was nothing more than excitement. There was so much of
that already within him that it was easy to add this to.

His hand reached the lubrication, snatching it before the other
man could get it. "Let me…put it on you." He
poured the cold gel into his hand, near the tips of the fingers.
It was worked between his palms, warming it, spreading it so that
when he reached for Yuki, the stroking of both his hands properly
lubricated it.

The slick, hard organ felt absolutely sexy in his hands, and he
couldn’t stop touching it. It was well lubricated, but he
couldn’t bring himself to stop petting the thick, hard
muscle, feathering his fingers over the rim edge, tickling up
with one extended finger towards the slit at the tip.

Yuki groaned as Eiri touched him and let his arms collapse,
kissing him, gently, slowly, savoring the softness, the feeling
in direct opposition to the touch on his body. He thrust into
Eiri's hands a few times before grabbing the young man's wrist,
stilling him, face buried in Eiri's shoulder. "Keep that up
and we'll be finished before we start." He moved to kiss him
again, his hand sliding over Eiri’s, gathering some of the
gel before pushing Eiri's legs up, opening them for his prize. He
teased the tip of a finger around Eiri's entrance, pulling out of
the kiss to watch his face as he oh so slowly worked a finger in,
tormenting him.

Eiri couldn’t help but smile as Yuki buried his face in his
shoulder, stilling his hands. Eiri always knew that he was sexy
and skilled, he had absolute confidence in himself, but it hit
him just then, and he was completely charmed by it.

Never before had he felt like he belonged to someone… that
others belonged to him, yes. But it was never this way around; he
never had to face the other end of the spectrum.

His lips caught the other pair as if it were the most natural
movement to make. He had anticipated it anyway, and opened his
mouth for the kiss seconds before it landed. Hands pulled his
thighs apart, legs draping open. He moved them the rest of the
way open, wanting the man to have ample room to move around. It
was a silent offering anyway, his way of wordlessly inviting Yuki
though it was hardly necessary.

It was amazing that the lightest touch of one single finger could
fill him with so much painful lust. Gasps and full body shivers
came over him, a slight hazy smile against his face. He was
enjoying it so much, he couldn’t care how he looked or
sounded. When the fingers slipped inside, his control further
snapped. It was too slow! His body demanded rough, immediate
attention. It was aching. "Yuki… more. Now."

His voice tried to sound commanding, and he thought he did a
pretty good job of it considering he could barely breathe and
shook all over. Moving his hips, he tried to press against the
single probing finger, panting, pressing hands over his flushed
face.

"Now, now. I'm still in charge here, Eiri. We'll go at my
pace." Yuki smirked down at Eiri, moving his finger at an
only slightly increased pace, moaning softly. He nudged the hands
out of the way, wanting to see every emotion reflected in those
beautiful eyes.

He leaned down and kissed each flushed cheek, pausing the drop
one on the perfect nose before moving to each eyelid as he added
a second finger, still moving slowly, drawing his two fingers
apart and together at a snail's pace. "What do you want from
me, Eiri?"

Eiri’s breath was shaky, staring up at Yuki with half
closed, glazed eyes. Torment was never meant to be this wonderful.
A person wasn’t supposed to enjoy being teased as much as he
was at that moment, Eiri was absolutely sure of that fact. He was
utterly lost, and didn’t care one bit as he bit his lip and
grunted in negation to the second finger slipping inside and not
something else; something he wanted more.

He forced his eyes open again, staring Yuki in the face, refusing
to let his gaze falter for even a moment. He wanted him to see
the pure lust that was driving him, a want that would surely kill
him if not sated soon. Only one person was capable of that this
very moment, and he was painfully teasing his overly aroused
supine body. But Eiri found himself arching into it, encouraging
the fingers because even the torment felt so good, and it was
something.

Tightly, his arms wound around Yuki’s body, pulling their
chests together. He first arched his back, driving his hip
against Yuki’s. Flattening again, he picked up his head for
a heady, passionate kiss. He poured every ounce of his desire
into the kiss, suffocating from it. With a shuddering gasp, he
pulled away, closing his eyes again at last.

"Yuki, I want you inside of me. I can’t wait any longer."
Even his voice was thick, made husky by the fact that he could
barely breath. Even with his eyes closed, Yuki’s face was
burned into his eyelids.

"Good." Yuki breathed the words against Eiri's ear
before attacking it, his fingers sliding from the oh so willing
body beneath him. He bit down on the earlobe in his mouth as he
slowly slipped into that body, hissing through his teeth as he
became fully sheathed, stopping to savor the moment.

This was heaven. This man, this body, this moment. Everything he
had waited for, everything he had dreamed of. Now it was his. He
released Eiri's ear and kissed him as he pulled back slowly,
thrusting back in at the same pace, groaning softly into the
mouth under his as his eyes shut, and every sense on the feeling
of moving inside this warm body.

How did he know every single place to touch, and just how to
touch it to elicit from him the most pleasure possible? It just
didn’t seem fair or right that one man should know so much
about him without actually knowing anything at all. Maybe Yuki
was a natural, or maybe Eiri was more predictable than he thought
he was.

Whatever the reason, he felt his thighs tense and go weak. The
same thrill quickened his body before leaving him in a death like
state, too dizzy to move against the slowly penetrating erection.
He was caught between his teeth, anyway, ear sending electric
volts down to his groin, only making the pain worse. "It’s
like I thought, but better…"

He somehow managed to whisper out of his dream. Unlike his
imagination, there was no fear or pain, just nerve searing
pleasure coursing though his every cell. Never before had he felt
so collectively alive and dead. Parts of him had ceased to
function while others quickened with new life.

He had to touch to affirm the reality of this moment. First, into
the brown hair, gripping the soft strands. Down the smooth skin
of the back of the neck, damp with sweat. Cotton covered back
down to the naked muscle of his well formed, rather thin (though
still delicious) backside. He was fascinated by the way the
muscles relaxed when he pulled out, only to tighten as he pushed
back in for the second time. It felt so good, the change in Yuki’s
body and the change in his own as it was filled again. "Don’t
tease me. Faster."

He tried to force the speed faster, working himself against Yuki
in hopes of enticing him. Holding onto the flexing ass, using it
to force him forward. All he wanted was to lose himself in this
because he had waited so long, and the pleasure was like nothing
he had ever in his entire miserable life imagined. But dead men
always did have a way of making you come to life.

It was all he could do to kiss back, trying to consume Yuki with
the same hunger he felt pouring out of Yuki through the kiss,
gripping, thrusting up, grunting like a spoiled child underneath.

Yuki finally complied with Eiri's wishes, moving deeper, faster,
harder. With every thrust the past disappeared. With every
movement he forgot about the crying, screaming boy and replaced
him with this moment, this man. Every moan, every growl, every
grunt replaced the sounds of horror.

He didn't know how long he could keep this...how long he could
shove Yoshiki out of the way, but he was not going to give this
up. Not now, not after, not even when he should have disappeared.
Yoshiki was dead. She had screwed up her life anyway. Better he
take it, seize at this second chance. He pulled from Eiri’s
lips, looking down at him as he started stroking the other man in
time with his thrusts, whispering his name softly, smiling.

Eiri instantly forgave Yuki for everything he’d ever done to
him, unable to process pain and resentment in the wake of this
pure physical euphoria. It penetrated deep into his mind, seeping
into the cracks of repressed memory, washing it away. Whether it
would stay away as not to be known, but for that instant, it was
entirely gone. For the first time in so long, he felt contented.

Eiri could feel his lips shaping the name of his lover, breathing
it in whispers that were lost the moment they rushed out, caught
in the hitch of his throat or the thrusts against his all too
willing body. His arms had a life of their own, sliding and
pressing. Fingers ran up and down his spine, running up the back
of the shirt just a bit to press into the curve of his lower back
as that too flexed with each thrust inside of him.

He wanted to be the most beautiful thing Yuki had ever had, seen, known,
or been with. Something told him that he was, and that languid
suspicion held enough satisfaction to keep him happy. Eiri wanted
to arch his back, but he knew that would only push his hips down
and make the delicious thrusting more difficult. That was the
last thing he wanted to do; it was just so much better to allow
this freely into his body.

But he had to watch it happen, he had to commit to memory the
hands on him and the changes in the other face as he climaxed. It
was something that he had to see and store; to carry around with
him forever. To mask the last cruel smile he ever saw. Instead it
could be this. Him groaning Yuki’s name in pure,
unadulterated pleasure, and Yuki grunting back as he stroked and
thrust in a beautiful rhythm.

It took him a moment to realize that he was beginning to speak
utter nonsense to the man in a deep voice. Syncopated phrases of
‘yes,’ ‘I l love you,’ ‘don’t stop,’
and all of those other things that people breathed out when they
couldn’t control the brain. They only grew louder until his
pleasure peaked to such a height- one he had felt and prepared
for with the clenching of every muscle of his body, even clamping
his teeth- that he just let himself groan, forgetting the art of
even broken speech entirely.

Yuki kissed Eiri again, swallowing his groan as his nails dug
into his side. He had to force his hand away before he drew
blood, his mouth pulling away to whisper a broken string of 'I
love you's, his body tending as he reached his peak and exploded,
burring his face in Eiri's shoulder again. He clutched at Eiri,
unwilling to give up the body, needing him near, whispering an
intermix of 'I love you' and 'Mine' over and over again against
his flesh. He would never let go. Never give up. He would die
first.

Warm, drowsy ease came over him. Lifting his legs, he managed to
just press his thighs against the man’s hips, arms
tightening around his waist to hold them close. He heard the
whispers, the claiming and declarations of love. It made him
smile, though faint. He was too tired to smile. His body was
utterly relaxed, his heavy heart pounding the only sign that he
was still very much alive. Too alive. "I love you, Yuki."
He didn’t mind the soreness, the pain in certain places.
None of that mattered. He had Yuki wrapped in his arms, and he
refused to let go. It would take death to pry him from his sweaty
grasp. "I’ve wanted that for so long. It was so much…
more than I thought it would be. Don’t leave me, Yuki."

Yuki reached up weakly, rushing his fingers over Eiri's cheek,
smiling softly. "Never, my Eiri. Never again."

Eiri couldn't help but give Yuki a pleased smile, satisfied that
he was getting what he wanted. All he could do was lift his hands
to the man's face to begin stroking. Freely, he pet his cheeks,
eyelashes, and lips. "I've missed you for so long, and all I
wanted was the chance to tell you this. And who figured? You
turned out to be a good fuck after all."

Yuki laughed and kissed Eiri lazily, smiling. "You should
have known that, Eiri-kun. I've always been the best. "
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