No such thing as Good and Evil

A/N: Here it is the sex scene that I know people have been waiting for. (Of couse, no Gravitation fanfic is good without one) Enjoy!


Chapter 7: Romantic…sort of, Part 2

Renami’s red eyes ran across the sky, searching for what seemed to be the answers to the universe. Her eyes were busying themselves while her mind was in another time converting the knowledge she knew then to sensible thoughts. Thinking not only of her and her sister’s well being, she lost herself in concentration for long moments. She didn’t want to hurt or put Yuki and Shuichi into any danger. That’s what she was doing though. The moment she received a physical body she knew that Yuki’s asshole father had felt her energy react with Tsukatsu’s remains. He was waiting for her. And he would be ready.

Nine hundred fifty years earlier…

“Let me go! You have no right to do this to her,” Renami screamed at the four elder gods that watched as Tsukatsu was taken by the monks. “She was only doing what you were supposed to! She was only bringing about the peace that you failed to give for thousands of years!”

“Silence! You will restrain yourself in accordance to proper etiquette, General. Stop acting like a common soldier. Your sister knew the consequences for her actions and now she has to accept them,” the old man paused and ran his fingers through his long, thick beard. “She and the people who helped her both knew.”

“You son of a bitch! You’re executing those who only provided her shelter and food. Most didn’t even know that she was a member of the resistance. All they were doing was honoring a goddess! There’s no justice in that,” Renami growled the last words and clenched her fists in anger. Breaking the flesh, her nails dug deep into her palms and drew blood that trickled down from her hand and stained the stone floor.

The elderly gods looked on in both amusement and scornful anger. No one spoke to them in such a manner. Yet, she was also very commendable for having such guts. “Allow me to inform you of something. Anyone who has ever been or will ever be involved with either you or your sister will be punished by death.”

~ A time, a hand that did not ail…brutal slaughter that will fail. ~

Renami sat on the railing of the rooftop. Her hair, which she had let out of the high ponytail, fell gracefully around her and swayed freely in the gentle breeze. Through glace eyes, she peered out over the city. Though she looked at it she saw nothing. In her mind echoed the words she had been told, “Anyone who will ever be involved with you will be punished by death.”

“Sorry, guys,” her gaze shifted to the door that led into the building, “I’m going to make you face the gods themselves…”

Elsewhere…

Yuki placed a chaste kiss on Shuichi’s lips. Asking for entry, he slowly ran his tongue over the boy’s lips and slipped into the moist cavern. His muscle explored the vastness of his lover’s mouth, scraping over Shuichi’s teeth and tangling itself with the boy’s tongue. Teasingly he lightly chewed on the singer’s bottom lip and for his efforts was rewarded with a low husky moan.

Feeling Eiri’s fully hardened length press against his own, Shuichi thrust his hips up trying to create some friction. His moans were noticeably getting louder with each passing moment. Skillfully he began to unbutton the novelist’s shirt, revealing lean muscles, beautiful skin, and a toned body. His fingers ran up and down from Yuki’s stomach to his chest.

Yuki broke the kiss and, ignoring Shuichi’s sounds of protest, removed his and his lover’s shirts. He carelessly tossed them somewhere and started sliding off the boy’s shorts. Yuki smiled when he heard Shuichi gasp when the hem of his shorts ran over his standing erection. Once all his clothes were off, Yuki gazed on in lust while looking at Shuichi’s naked form sprawled on the bed, legs parted, light blush on his cheeks, panting lightly, and hair messed and plastered to his face with sweat. The blond’s cock twitched just anticipating what was to come…other than him.

Shuichi sat up and smiled. He pulled Yuki’s pants down to his ankles and lay back down. He licked his lips as he watched the blond step out of his garments and crawl on the bed between his open legs. On his way up, Yuki blew a hot breath over the singer’s throbbing passion. The pink haired boy gasped and writhed underneath the strong hands of his lover.

Eiri kissed up Shuichi’s torso to his chest where his tongue flicked out to tease a perk nipple. Satisfied with how hard it had turned, Yuki crawled up and leaned near his lover’s ear. “I’m gonna make you scream,” Yuki’s voice was low and husky, laced with desire.

Renami finished picking up the table and washing the dishes. She had to admit that the two lovers had cleaned the plates well. They weren’t messy either--thank Kami-sama. She sat down at the table after cleaning the stove, yet there were still burn marks on it. “Yuki will hopefully forgive me for that little accident, after all, his lover was the cause of it.” Renami sighed. How stupid did she have to be to be set aflame? “Oh, well.”

She placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin in the palms of her hands. She was bored. No one to bother or talk to in the house. Actually there was but both Yuki and Shuichi were a bit “busy” at the moment. The love between two men as they lay in bed together was truly a beautiful thing. It might have even been considered more meaningful than that of a woman and a man.

Renami shook her head from those thoughts. Her mind always ended up in the gutter. The goddess couldn’t help it though. Her fascination with human men was always coming up. She drifted through the knowledge she already knew about men. It hit her like a ton of bricks; she had never seen two men in bed. Not forty feet away there was two gay lovers in bed. How motivating. “Maybe I could…” she hesitated to even finish the sentence, but she was thinking it. “Maybe I could just take a peek—for a primary source of information and nothing more, of course.”

Renami stood from her seat and pushed in the chair. Her feet trotted silently as she made her way down the hall and stood before the bedroom door. She leaned her head to the door and pressed her ear to the cool wood surface. All the noises of the room filled her eardrums and flowed to her brain. Curious even more of the matter, she cracked the door open so she could get a visual. Oh, she thought. I guess I’ve become a spectator right in the middle of a blowjob.

Yuki’s head rose and fell in a rhythmic motion, bobbing with skill. His tongue ran up and down the sides and up the bottom length of Shuichi’s juicy throbbing erection. Stopping at the head to tease, the blond twirled his tongue at the tip and lapped up all the precum that surfaced from inside his lover. After tasting his very essence, Yuki began his torturous slow rhythm. His strong hands held fast to Shuichi’s hips as he kept trying to thrust up and deeper into the older man’s throat.

Though he was enjoying the moaning and the thrashing of his lover, Yuki felt that it was time to let Shuichi have his release. He sped up the pace. His fingers toyed with the youth’s sack and occasionally he gave them a lick. Shuichi began to tense. Yuki knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. Sucking harder, he watched as Shuichi’s muscles tightened and reached his climax. The boy\'s sperm shot into Yuki’s mouth and the novelist greedily swallowed it all like an addicting drug. He crawled up to meet Shuichi’s gaze and kissed him deeply, allowing the singer to taste himself.

Shuichi moaned softly, breaking the kiss for air. He was really sweaty and the slight blush he had was now a blood red. Those violet orbs shimmered with such lust and desire. He wanted to scream. He wanted to have love marks and bruises from where Yuki had to hold him down. Most of all he wanted to reach the pinnacle of all pleasure.

The pink haired singer took hold of Yuki’s hand and gently sucked on three digits. His tongue wove around, up, down, and through, carefully lubricating the long fingers. Once done, he removed them from his mouth and guided the hand to his longing entrance.

Taking the hint, Yuki slowly pressed one finger into his lover’s entrance and passed the tight ring of muscles. He began stretching and probing for the sweet spot, which he sought out. Delicately he ran the slender digit over his prostate and watched as Shuichi tried to push it further in. Once he had relaxed, Yuki added another finger and moved them in an affective scissor motion. The singer thrashed and made hoarse sounds, wanting more. Obliging the blond slid in a third finger and watched Shuichi really go wild. Yuki removed his fingers and ignored Shuichi’s whales of protest, leaning over to grab the lube on the nightstand.

Shuichi intercepted and gave a disapproving shake of his head.

“Are you sure?” Yuki asked, settling back down between his lover’s legs. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“Yeah.” Shuichi smiled lightly.

Eiri positioned himself at Shuichi’s entrance and gazed up at the youth one more time. Shuichi’s eyes were pleading and told the blond all that he needed to know. Yuki slowly, and as gently as possible, pushed his head into the tight vastness of his lover’s ass.

Shuichi shut his eyes tightly against the pain and held in a scream. It did hurt, a lot. The only lubrication being the precum from Yuki’s need, his dry entrance tried its best to shut out the intruder. He breathed deeply trying to calm down so that his muscles would relax. He knew it would hurt less and less as he got used to it, but first he needed to relax. Shuichi opened his eyes and two tears fell down his cheeks, streaking the soft skin with wet trails. He looked up to see Yuki’s beautiful face. The very sight of those hazel eyes before him was enough to calm his body.

Eiri pushed in little by little, trying his best not to hurt Shuichi. It was difficult though. He was going at an agonizingly slow pace. He could ram himself in and save both of them a lot of time but then the singer would hurt and bleed for sure. He didn’t want to do that to his lover. So he continued what he thought was as gentle as he could enter Shuichi.

Just as the novelist had fully dug his way in, the singer’s nails buried themselves in the blonde’s back. Yuki waited for long moments so that Shuichi could adjust to his size. His petite lover looked as though that had been the most exhausting experience of his life. Yet his expression was changing from its pained anguish to a longing desire. The eyes that had watered were now filled with desire and impatience.

Yuki slowly began thrusting in and out, creating friction over his pleading shaft. His lover’s tight entrance was willingly accepting the member with greedy clenching muscles. As Eiri thrust in, Shuichi thrust his hips up to meet the contact with a greater impact. The feeling was fulfilling and wonderful.

Renami sat still and completely dumbfounded. She was both mesmerized and annoyed. It was fascinating to see how two men made love. The concept had never eluded her it was just that she never imagined that’s what it would look like. It was arousing really. At the same time, though, all humans looked the same when having sex. “This is more annoying than watching rabbits hump.” She smiled only lightly, remembering her fist time with a man. Things like that were unforgettable.

Standing up, Renami decided that she had seen enough and that the lovers deserved their privacy. Silently, she made her way to the living room and settled down on the couch. Her wings wrapped around her like a bat and her tail dropped off the edge of the cushion to the floor. Quickly enough sleep took over her body and she slumbered, undisturbed by the noises in the room down the hall.

Shuichi pulled Yuki as close to him as possible by wrapping his legs around the novelist’s waist. He wanted to envelope the man deeper into his body. It seemed as though he wanted desperately to meld their bodies together into an unexplainable, beautiful creation of love. The very thought of being entwined with the blond was enough to draw out a moan unlike anything he had ever unleashed.

The sound of Shuichi’s voice constructed into a symphony like that sent shivers down Yuki’s spine, which in turn sent waves of white pleasure through his throbbing erection. With the blood pumping in his ears and Shuichi begging for more with his movements and noises, Eiri began to thrust faster, harder, and deeper. His aim was even more accurate as the burning lust inside emerged to claim the hazel eyes.

Yuki could feel his climax building and also knew that Shuichi wouldn’t last much longer either. His deep thrust hit the singer’s sweet prostate over and over again. With a loud scream of ecstasy the pink haired boy yelled his release, spraying his essence over their stomachs. With a few more thrusts, Yuki grunted his own climb and descent of pleasure, shooting his seeds deep within the vastness of Shuichi’s body.

Exhausted and sweaty, Eiri collapsed atop his petite lover. He could hear Shuichi’s heavy breathing turn into a quiet rising and falling of his chest. With a heartbeat that steadily slowed to a soft thumping, the singer lay still and silent.

Yuki removed himself from the youth and rolled over to lay by Shuichi. The singer snuggled close to him and Yuki wrapped an arm around his lover, securing him in place. Both were entangled in each other’s arms by the time the cloud of lust finally finished lifting from their eyes.

“I love you, Yuki,” Shuichi whispered.

“I love you too, brat.” Yuki placed a kiss on his lover’s head then rested his on the pink hair covered scalp. “Were you trying to make tonight romantic?” came the novelist’s voice in a soft tone.

“It was romantic…sort of,” Shuichi’s voice faded as his tired body relaxed into the state of sleep his mind was already in.

Eiri smiled. Nothing went right when the baka was around. Tonight had been good though. With that in mind the blond slept with dreams of Shuichi dancing under his eyelids.

A/N: Please review. I would really like it if you did, you stingy bastards!