Newlyweds | By : Lennith Category: +S to Z > s-CRY-ed/Scryed Views: 4059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Author: Lennith
Rating: NC-17! My imagination is evil and dirty. It’s still a humor fic though!
Pairing: KazuRyu, RyuKazu
Disclaimer: I am not a genius; hence I did not create Scryed! The story and all characters belong to Bandai, Yosuke Kuroda, Yasunari Toda, the little green gods, Bill Gates, and whoever else contributed to their creation. Namely, not me!
Warnings: This fic is YAOI! If you don’t know that term, I highly suggest you look it up before reading. Though if you’re reading Scryed fanfiction, chances are you know perfectly well what yaoi is and you’re looking for some man on man action. Well, rest assured, you’ve come to the right place
A/N: Ahaha, sorry, I STILL can’t believe I wrote a mile-high lemon AND made poor Ryuhou puke all over the bathroom XD Kazuma should consider himself lucky! Brightdreamer and I originally planned to have him be the upchuck target! The poor guy, he was just trying to give Ryuhou a nice show… too bad it ended in fireworks! Well, now onwards to the honeymoon! I hope everyone is amused by the location! It’s actually one I’d considered before, but Brightdreamer’s input clinched it! I even did research! Ohoho, I still have many adventures planned for our Newlyweds, so enjoy! Thank you for the lovely reviews, Redhedlvr and Brightdreamer! Your words keep me writing!
ixi
Honeymoon.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW, this place is AMAZING!”
Kazuma jumped out of the cab and couldn’t seem to decide what to stare at first for his gaze jumped about like a frog on a hot sidewalk. He was even more amazed when some people in various costumes and animal suits swarmed around the couple, handing them flowers shyly. The boy who had only left the wastes of the Lost Ground to sneak into the mainland occasionally was clearly confused, overwhelmed, but delighted. Ryuhou thanked one of the costumed people politely and set about rounding up another crew of bellhops to attend their luggage.
“Gyaaaah, this is so cool,” Kazuma cheered again. Apparently the masqueraders had decided they liked Kazuma’s childish fascination with them because one of them, dressed to look like a very large cartoon tiger, had grabbed his hands and started hopping around, the others applauding. “What is this place? Why is everyone in a costume?” He asked when the tiger had finally released him.
“This is Tokyo Disney,” Ryuhou replied, thanking the costumed people and leading Kazuma through the art moderne entryway to the lobby.
“Disney?” Kazuma asked, forgetting the brightly colored characters and now gawking at the grandeur of the lobby. The ceiling soared over their heads, painted deep blue and encrusted with sparkling stars in the shapes of even more characters. He grinned as he spotted the tiger he’d been horsing around with.
Ryuhou paused a second when they reached the reception counter. He hadn’t taken into consideration that Kazuma had probably never even seen a Disney cartoon, let alone know about all the films and cartoons that had been made. “Walt Disney was an American who dedicated himself to bringing magic and fantasy to people, especially children,” Ryuhou explained gently. “He started with making cartoons, then moved on to films and finally, the theme parks.”
Kazuma nodded. “Well that explains why the place is so weird… but it’s pretty fun!”
“Just wait till we go to the actual park. This is only the hotel,” Ryuhou smiled, amused by Kazuma’s dazed but happy reactions. Before the overexcited alter could burst in to more questions the receptionist politely asked Ryuhou if she could help them. Ryuhou passed her their reservation information and she passed the couple the cardkeys.
“Thank you very much, gentlemen, and enjoy your stay,” she bubbled as Ryuhou dragged the still gawking Kazuma into the elevator.
“Here’s your key,” Ryuhou said quietly and passed the second card to Kazuma. “If for some reason we get separated, we’ll meet back at the room. Be careful not to lose it.”
“I won’t!” Kazuma said brightly, tucking the card away. He sobered finally, and looked Ryuhou over intently.
“W-what is it?” Ryuhou stuttered, blushing a little from the rather frank appraisal.
“You. I’m an idiot, jumping all over the place when you’re sick,” Kazuma’s voice gave away his concern. “Are you feeling alright?”
Ryuhou blinked, surprised again by the attention. “I’m alright, I was just airsick.”
Kazuma shook his head in denial. “You weren’t feeling well from the second you got up today. I don’t want you to get worse.”
“How do you know that? I didn’t say anything.”
“Because,” Kazuma stated, “you’re my wife and I can tell these things.” He looked Ryuhou over again. “Are you pregnant? Morning sickness?”
Ryuhou’s mouth hung open a minute. “Stop calling me your wife! And of course I’m not pregnant, I’m a man!” He gripped Kazuma’s collar and drew the man closer, but his manner wasn’t altogether threatening. Despite Kazuma’s extra quips, he was rather touched that his partner had noticed his discomfort.
Kazuma smirked. “I guess you aren’t feeling too bad,” he said with a laugh and leaned forward just enough to press his lips to his lover’s.
“Kazuma…”
Unfortunately at just that moment the elevator gave a tinkling ring and the doors opened. “Er, this is our floor,” Ryuhou said, quickly letting go of Kazuma and exiting the elevator. Kazuma merely shrugged and trailed after him down the long hallway until they reached their room number. Ryuhou showed Kazuma how to work the room key and opened the door. The room was bright and cheery, filled with black and white furniture with large windows displaying a view of the Fantasy Land portion of the park, Cinderella’s Castle dominating the smaller buildings. Their luggage was already neatly stacked in the living room of the suite.
Kazuma wondered why Ryuhou was gritting his teeth and clenching his hands into fists. Then he noticed too. All around them were black and white cartoon mice. On the border of the wallpaper, on the curtains, on the telephone, everywhere. Ryuhou stormed into the bedroom, which contained two full beds instead of a single king, both draped in comforters bearing more black and white mice.
“Um… this room is… creepy,” Kazuma said delicately, hoping he wasn’t hurting his lover’s feelings. He really didn’t understand how they were supposed to consummate their marriage with two small beds and beady black eyes staring at them from every corner.
“This isn’t the room I reserved!” Ryuhou replied in a fury. He stomped out of the room and back towards the elevator. Kazuma shrugged in confusion and simply followed his lover back towards the lobby.
Kazuma almost felt bad for the receptionist. “I reserved the Fantasia suite,” Ryuhou growled at the surprised woman. “So why, pray tell, am I in the Mickey’s Premier suite?”
The woman stuttered a long string of apologies and nervously started typing on her computer, desperate to find a solution.
ixi
In the end, the couple was given a Panorama suite at no charge for the first four days in compensation. It was slightly smaller than the Mickey Mouse nightmare they’d been given, but it was a great deal more comfortable. Although a few cartoon characters adorned the room, the green dressed fairy was far easier to handle than a million black and white mice. The view was even better too, each room dominated by huge glass windows showing the castle through each of them. And most importantly, the bedroom held a single enormous bed.
Finally their luggage was stowed, the bellhops tipped and departed, and Kazuma and Ryuhou were left to themselves. Ryuhou fell back into one of the stylish chairs with a sigh. He wasn’t really feeling sick anymore, just worn out and hungry from all the day’s troubles. He started a little at the feeling of something brushing against his forehead, but relaxed when he realized it was just Kazuma’s hand.
“How ya feeling?” Kazuma asked again. Ryuhou felt a bit clammy, but not feverish.
The green haired man sighed a little. “I’m alright, I think I just need to catch up to myself,” he said a little ruefully.
His partner nodded in understanding. “Why don’t you take a look at the room service menu and decide on something, then I can call and you can take a nice soak in that Jacuzzi, hmm?”
Ryuhou chuckled. “You already noticed some of the perks, I see. And that I’m starved.”
Kazuma grinned and gave a short salute. “Of course! A country boy like me knows a luxury when he sees it! And of course you’re hungry! You didn’t have any breakfast, you threw up on the plane, we didn’t have lunch and it’s already half past five. You look at the menu, I’ll draw your bath.”
Ryuhou gave his lover a suspicious glare. “You’re being awfully accommodating.”
Kazuma only offered another smile and an affectionate hair tousling. “Well, I still have to make up for my mistake on the airplane. And is it wrong for me to want to spoil you a bit?”
Ryuhou sighed, giving it up. “I guess it’s okay,” he conceded. “I’m just a little worried about how you expect me to return the favor.”
Kazuma gave him a wink, handed him the room service menu and skipped off to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you.”
Somehow that wasn’t as comforting as Ryuhou would have liked.
ixi
Ryuhou soaked in the Jacuzzi for far longer than he expected; until the sun had almost completely slipped below the horizon, judging by the fading light from the stained glass window in the bathroom. He sighed in utter complacency. The bathroom was marvelous, spotlessly clean and glowing in gold and pearl hues. Despite his prolonged bath the bubbles were still thick and sweet smelling, the water still comfortingly warm. If there was one benefit in being together with Kazuma it was that he always seemed to know just the right temperature the water should be for a bath. With a satisfied murmur he finally eased out of the tub and reached for one of the thick cotton towels. To his surprise the black suit he’d shed hastily earlier was now gone, a new pile of clothing in its place. He touched the fabric curiously, unfolding what turned out to be a pair of thick, blood red satin pajama pants and a ridiculously loose and flowing robe of semitransparent midnight blue. He groaned inwardly, remembering only now how Kazuma had asked permission to buy things for the honeymoon. At least he’d displayed rare good, if not suggestive, taste. The soft and comfortable clothing combined with the long soak finally settled his stomach and left him feeling renewed. With a snort at himself in the mirror he turned the handle of the door and exited towards the living room.
“Very funny, Kazuma,” he called ahead of him. “You better not have thrown away my su-“ he stopped mid-sentence at the sight of glittering trays all around the room.
Kazuma jumped to his feet, with a cheeky smile guided Ryuhou to the table and held the chair for him while he sat. Then Ryuhou noticed what was really so out of place. Kazuma was dressed in a tight waiter’s uniform, from crisp white shirt, to polished black shoes, to black tie and a gold nametag.
“K-K-Kazuma, what is going on here?” Ryuhou finally managed to stutter out as Kazuma placed a napkin on Ryuhou’s lap and started to clumsily serve him tea.
Kazuma grinned sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Ryuhou! I just asked for tea to settle your stomach and they sent all that,” he said gesturing toward a large cart with china teacups, kettles, dainty silverware and towering trays of sandwiches, cakes and biscuits as well as delicate sweets.
“Not that,” Ryuhou groaned at his partner’s ignorance. “Your clothes!”
“Hehe, you said I could buy stuff,” Kazuma answered, his smile still unfailing.
“But why in the world a waiter’s uniform?! And this,” Ryuhou gestured to his own scanty clothes. “Well, to be honest I kind of like this,” he admitted, fingering the smooth fabric of the robe appreciatively.
Kazuma’s grin turned a little wicked and he posed in his own new outfit, knowing the strict clothing only accentuated his lanky build. “You don’t like it? I think it looks good on me!”
“It looks good on you,” Ryuhou said a little to quickly and forced himself to pause before he embarrassed himself further. “I just don’t understand why.”
Kazuma tsked to himself and served Ryuhou a healthy portion of scrambled eggs, fried potatoes and toast. “Well, you like how it looks on me, right?”
Ryuhou paused a moment, spearing a bit of egg on his fork. With a slight blush he nodded. Kazuma’s clothing rarely differed from the slacks, jacket and t-shirt he usually wore, and he had to admit change in attire was… arousing.
“You think I look sexy in this, right?” Kazuma continued, giving a joking little spin. Almost gagging on his mouthful of eggs Ryuhou nodded again in agreement.
“Well, this honeymoon is for us. As far as I understand, we don’t need to worry about anything else but pleasing each other. So why not dress to please each other?” Kazuma finished, finally reaching his point. Ryuhou paused in his attack on his eggs and potatoes.
“I suppose you’re right,” he agreed quietly after a while.
Kazuma beamed in victory. “Want me to wear the schoolgirl’s uniform instead?” he teased.
Ryuhou almost choked again, but continued to eat heartily without answering.
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“You sure you’re feeling okay?”
Ryuhou answered with a nod, stretching out on the inviting expanse of the bed. “Much better,” he reassured. In fact, he’d almost forgotten his previous misery. The relaxing comfort he’d hoped for their honeymoon had settled around him despite the earlier mishaps of the plane ride and the wrong suite.
“Good,” Kazuma affirmed, turning down the bed and starting to tuck Ryuhou in.
Ryuhou blinked at the treatment, confused momentarily. Looking into Kazuma’s face he realized that his lover was indeed planning on simply tucking him in on the first night of their honeymoon. “Hey…” He caught Kazuma off guard and pulled the man down by the back of his head and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.
When Ryuhou finally released him, Kazuma drew back gasping. “Damn, I wasn’t sure if you were up to that,” he said breathily, controlling himself tightly to only trail kisses down the column of Ryuhou’s neck instead of diving right in to driving the man senseless.
Ryuhou moaned lowly, hips already arching off the bed to meet Kazuma’s. “Of course I am,” he said in a scolding tone. “Maybe you got off earlier but I, un,” he was forced to pause as Kazuma suddenly decided to push his robe further open and attack his exposed nipples, “certainly did not.”
Kazuma allowed Ryuhou to loosen his tie and set to work on the row of small white buttons. “Sorry again about that,” Kazuma said sincerely. “That was an emergency situation… I didn’t even realize how sick you were, I thought you were enjoying it too.”
Ryuhou tossed the offending shirt aside and undid the tight leather belt and the form-fitting black slacks. He hated to admit it, but Kazuma was right. The disheveled waiter look was definitely working for him. “I know it was an accident. Now,” he reached down and gave Kazuma’s ass an appreciative squeeze, “are you going to make it up to me so I can forgive you?”
Kazuma grunted in approval, hips already leaning in to the demanding touch, but hesitated to look Ryuhou over once more. “Are you sure you’re up to it?”
“Yes, idiot. Now fuck me,” Ryuhou demanded.
Kazuma snorted, slipping his hand beneath the waist of Ryuhou’s pajama pants. “We’re married now, isn’t it called ‘making love’?”
“’Making love’ is for girls,” Ryuhou hissed, rocking into the hesitant touch. “I like feeling you hot and rough.”
Kazuma grinned, taking that as a compliment. He unceremoniously jerked Ryuhou’s pants off, surprising his lover, and tossed the robe off the side of the bed in a ball. He quieted Ryuhou’s objections with a kiss, relaxing into the familiar sensation of their tongues meeting and sliding together. When he felt Ryuhou’s body relax again, the elegant hands gliding easily against Kazuma’s bare back, Kazuma broke the contact abruptly. “Well, I love you so I guess it’s still ‘making love,’ right?”
Ryuhou stared at him a moment, wondering if he’d heard Kazuma right. Sure, they both knew they loved each other but both of them shied away from sentimentality and had never said it. He couldn’t look Kazuma in the face and say it, so he closed his eyes and admitted his own feelings in a quiet voice.
Kazuma pulled him into another crushing kiss, and Ryuhou caught the taste of something unexpected in his mouth. Chocolate and liquor?
“What was that,” he mumbled dazedly, brushing his hand against his mouth questioningly.
Kazuma smiled the kind of smile a cat has after secretly eating a canary. “Chocolate laced with aphrodisiacs,” he answered pleasantly.
Ryuhou’s eyes popped open in shock. “ARE YOU CRAZY?!”
“Ssssh, take it easy, Ryuhou! You almost blew out my eardrum!”
“We haven’t had sex in over two weeks and you think we need aphrodisiacs?!”
“Will you calm down?! We have all night and who cares what time we get up tomorrow,” Kazuma explained, trying to control his own volume. He pulled off his own pants and settled back against Ryuhou, the feeling of their bare bodies in full contact with each other eliciting a moan from Ryuhou.
Kazuma smirked. “Work fast, don’t they? Very high quality, only the best for Ryu-chan,” he teased, feeling his own body heating rapidly from the drug as well. “It’ll keep us both hard for hours,” he murmured, running his palms over the familiar planes of Ryuhou’s sides and flat stomach.
Ryuhou could already feel himself growing hot and tight from just the contact alone. “You idiot, even without aphrodisiacs I was already hypersensitive! I already feel like I’m going to cum soon!” he snarled.
Kazuma only lazily continued to torture his willing victim. “So? Cum as much as you want.”
Ryuhou only cursed and wrapped his legs around Kazuma’s waist. He felt the thick fingers teasing over his entrance and cried out. “God, Kazuma, please…” he begged through gritted teeth. He felt humiliated to be begging when they’d only just started, but after all, Kazuma had said they had all night. He sighed in relief as he felt lube-slickened fingers quickly prepare him, then forced his eyes open again to watch Kazuma push into him, disappearing into his own body. He moaned again, arching his back to pull Kazuma in even deeper. They both paused then, simply panting and reveling in the feeling of completion in being joined again. Kazuma leaned forward to capture Ryuhou’s mouth as he started rocking into Ryuhou’s body in hard but smooth thrusts. He could feel Ryuhou growling into his mouth, Ryuhou’s fingers teasing his nipples in retaliation. To both of their embarrassment, the couple that prided themselves in their record of eight hour endurance sex came within five minutes like a couple of teenagers. Ryuhou came first, his whole body undulating with the force of his orgasm as he cried out Kazuma name. The insistent pulse of Ryuhou’s body and the tweaking of his nipples forced Kazuma to come hard only a handful of seconds later as well. They collapsed into each other, breathing heavily and feeling sweat forming on both their bodies.
“See, I told you, idiot,” Ryuhou mumbled between pleasured breaths.
Kazuma only grinned, licking some of Ryuhou’s semen off his lover’s still trembling body. “Oh, are you already done?”
Ryuhou paused, obviously assessing his body to realize that even though he’d just came harder than he ever had in his life he would be ready for another round in a few minutes. “No,” he admitted.
“See, I told you! Only the best for my Ryu-chan,” Kazuma smiled and gave a clumsy kiss.
And thus, the honeymoon for the newlyweds began.
To be continued…
ixi
A/N: Gyaaaah, sorry that the lemon was crappy and that there wasn’t much humor in this chapter! I figured I’d let the poor boys have a break and have a warm, fuzzy, sticky moment together before plunging them into new realms of humiliation and torture. Next chapter will be a lot more fun! Kazuma and Ryuhou in Disney! I have a few tricks up my sleeve, as will someone else~ Ohoho, not telling! You’ll have to read and see!
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