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Moonshine	By : kodoku Category: +M to R > Ronin Warriors Views: 2501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here there be gratuitous poetry, sap, and boys touching boys. If none of those singly or in combination make your eye twitch, please enjoy this light diversion.

Moonshine

[SeijixRyou]

     Time had slipped by far too quickly without their noticing; six years had passed since they'd overcome Arago, nine months since they'd all been together. Their disparate schedules had finally fallen together and they'd leapt at the opportunity to meet at the Yagiyu house for two weeks of catching up and enjoying each other's company.

   &;&nb; They had been at the house for three days when Ryou found himself the victim of insomnia, tossing and turning with such ferocity that he was surprised Shin, sleeping peacefully a handful of feet away, hadn't awoken and scolded him for his agitation. Surrendering to his wakefulness, Ryou slid from his bed and padded from the room to sequester himself briefly in the bathroom, drinking some water from a cupped hand before studying himself in the mirror.

     He had matured since this mirror had last held his image, lingering baby fat melting away to reveal high cheekbones and a sculpted jaw that only enhanced his solemn expression. His eyes, sapphire-hued, stared back at him from beneath arched brows, ancient and veiled. They had seen far too much, those eyes, and old hurts lingered still in their depths.

     Abruptly, Ryou flicked off the light, rubbing a hand over his face. needneeded to stop thinking for a while, to clear his head and re-center himself. Going back to bed as he was was useless; he'd only continue to aggravate himself, and probably disturb Shin in the process. Perhaps he'd go downstairs and find a book, perhaps go outside for a walk. Anything was better than the alternative.

     Letting himself out of the bathroom, Ryou made his way down the dark hallway, only to have his gaze caught by a thin sliver of ligefinefining the bottom of a door. He cocked his head, considering for a moment, then rapped on the wood, a brisk tap-tap of knuckles.

     "Yes?"

     "It's me, Seiji. Can I come in?"

     "Ryou?" There was a brief rustling, then the door opened to reveal Seiji, clad in loose pajama bottoms and holding a slim book, thumb marking a page. He didn't question, only studied Ryou for a mo the then moved aside with a gesture of invitation.

     "Thanks." Stepping past the blonde, Ryou sat on the end of the room's unused bed. "I hope I'm not bothering you."

     "You are not," Seiji replied as he shut the door and padded to seat himself cross-legged in the center of his own bed. "What is on your mind?"

     For a long moment, Ryou only stared at Seiji, his mouth set and somber. Seiji's expression of rapt interest never wavered, and Ryou finally cracked a self-conscious grin and rubbed his palm against his thigh. "Nothing. ythiything. I don't know. Why are you still up?"

     Seiji lifted the book he still held, displaying it for a moment before leaning over to retrieve a bookmark from the bedside table, marking his page and setting the volume to a side. "It is not like you."

     "What, reading?" Ryou grinned at the weak joke, then shrugged. "Do you ever feel like you're separated from everyone else's world? It's all I can do sometimes to make small talk about the weather."

     "You would like to discuss the weather?" Seiji asked, amusement evident in the lift of his eyebrows. "It is pleasant, but a bit dry. Some rain would do well here."

     "That's not what I meant," Ryou replied, although he couldn't help his grin; Seiji's sense of humor was every bit as dry as the weather and usually succeeded in cheering him even when Shuu's jocularity failed. "I guess... I feel like the world and I have only a passing acquaintance."

     Frowning thoughtfully for a moment, Seiji shifted toward the far side of his bed and patted the space before him. "Come here."

     Bemused, Ryou complied, seating himself facing Seiji with their knees only barely touching. He folded his hands in his lap as he met Seiji's eyes.

     "Are you familiar with the poems of Izumi Shikibu?"

     Ryou frowned, his expressiemineminiscent of a child fearintrictrick question. "Only in passing; I don't know any of them."

     Smiling vaguely, Seiji glanced toward his book, presenting Ryou with his profile as he quietly quoted, "'Come quickly--as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.'" His gaze flickered to meet Ryou's, almost unnervingly steady. "Are we the dew or the blossoms?"

     Ryou's suspicious frown shifted to a sheepish grin. "Why don't you tell me, Seiji? I've never been much of one for introspection."

     Seiji shook his head, holding Ryou's gaze for a moment longer before dropping his own to his hands. "Perhaps we do not know until we fall, Ryou."

     Something in Seiji's tone was so wistful that Ryou found himself reaching to clasp Seiji's shoulder before he truly recognized the urge. Seiji's skin was slig coo cool against his palm, the contrast enough to make the blonde shiver at the initial contact, and Ryou abruptly grasped his other shoulder as well, drawing him against his chest and wrapping his arms around him.

     Awkward in his surprise, Seiji stiffened, half-sprawled across Ryou's lap, legs twisted uncomfortably beneath him. Beginning to protest, he just as quickly paused, considering instead the almost tender way that Ryou held him; it had been some years since maturity had found them, pushing aside the easy familiarity that had come from their fighting together, and the contact was far too sweetly nostalgic for him to wish to push it away. Instead, he found himself quoting again, "'On a night when the moon shines as brightly as this, the unspoken thoughts of even the most discreet heart might be seen.'"

     Against him, Ryou's chest stilled as the dark-haired man held his breath, releasing it after a moment in a long sigh. "Seiji, even I know that's a lover's poem."

     "Yes, it is." Seiji's agreement was mild, his tone almost without inflection as he straightened, his expression shadowed by the sweep of his goldenr. r. There was a moment's pause before he met Ryou's eyes again, a faint smile curving the bow of his lips. "Would you mind turning the light off on your way out?"

     Nodding, Ryou slid from the bed and padded to the door, his fingers hovering over the light switch for a moment before plunging the room into darkness. It was a short time before his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light and, when he turned, he found Seiji sitting as he'd left him, eyes gem-bright in the light of the moon. "I'm not a poet," he began, almost failing to recognize the hoarse tenor as his own voice, "but what if I don't want to leave?"

     "I will not force you, Ryou." Seiji's tone remained inflectionless, his face impassive, although the gleam of moonlight on bare skeveaevealed a quivering line of tension in his shoulders.

     Ryou's tread was firm as he retraced his path to stand next to Seiji's bed; he recognized that the first move was his, that, without his instigation, Seiji would do nothing. He reached slowly, as though wary of startling a wild animal, and gripped Seiji's shoulder, feeling the betraying nervous twitch against his fingers. He squeezed gently, turning Seiji toward him as his other hand found Seiji's cheek, cradling his face as he lowered his mouth to meet Seiji's.

     He wasn't certain what he'd expected - the proverbial bolt of lightning, a burst of knee-weakening lust, perhaps. Seiji's lips were warm beneath his, and pleasantly firm as they parted to allow for a flutter of breath. Curiously, Ryou tilted his head, mouth merging more smoothly with Seiji's as the slide of lip on lip incited a slow burn that was somehow sweeter than any spontaneous combustion. Mouths opening to each other, Ryou found the initiative temporarily snatched from him as Seiji made love to his lower lip until even the rush of his own breath was almost over-stimulating to the skin there.

     Seiji's hands had moved as they'd kissed, finding Ryou's hips and resting loosely there. His thumbs rubbed slow circles, almost uncomfortably warm through his pajamas, and Ryou found his thumb echoing the motion on Seiji's cheek, although it was quickly forgotten as their hs ohs opened fully and their tongues met.

     Seiji kissed as he fought - economically, not a single motion wasted as his tongue glided smoothly along Ryou's, coaxing it into his mouth. In no mood to resist, Ryou followed his lead, lapping slowly at the moist cavern as his hand slid from Seiji's shoulder to explore the planes of his chest. His palm slid over the flatcle cle of his pectoral and brushed over a dusky rose-colored nipple, drawing a brief shiver from the blonde, before sliding down the ladder of his ribs to follow the taper of his side to his waist. Much to his surprise, Seiji shuddered under his hand like a leaf in the wind, a low moan rippling from his throat as his hands tightened at Ryou's hips.

     Pleased and flattered by the strength of Seiji's response, Ryou dropped his mouth to Seiji's throat, nuzzling between sucking kisses to the warm skin. His fingers traced patterns over Seiji's side, finding still more hotspots that made the blonde start, his breath hitching unevenly. Seiji's hands began to move slowly, the barest tips of his fingers skimming beneath Ryou's T-shirt to caress the warm skin of his belly, defining tight circles around his navel until it was Ryou's turn to catch his breath, back arching in an unconscious attempt to bare more to Seiji's attentions.

     Afterward, Ryou was never quite certain how he'd ended up on the bed, his body blanketing Seiji's as their mouths melded again. There was no longer anything subtle in their kiss; it was devouring now, feeding on and being fed by the burn of contact as their swollen erections met, two thin layers of pajamas more maddening than ldinlding. Their hips rocked with increasing freneticism as they kissed, and Ryou's hands held Seiji's head steady as Seiji's hands roamed freely over Ryou's back, molding to the contours of his body as he explored.

     The first touch of Seiji's fingers at the waistband of Ryou's pajamas was not overly hesitant, but neither was it particularly confident. For a moment, they simply skimmed over the elastic, teasing back and forth until Ryou moanedo Seo Seiji's mouth, and then those fingers were suddenly beneath the fabric, coaxing it down Ryou's hips until he could cradle the stiff rod of Ryou's cock as the brunette thrust against that new contact.

     The gentleness of Seiji's grip belied the roughness of his skin, sword-calluses skimming over the sensitive shaft as Ryou thrust automatically, breath subverted to a moan at the friction. Seeking to return the favor, Ryou's hands slid from Seiji's cheeks, instead working between tressress of their bodies to pluck loose the tie at Seiji's waist. It came free with effort, fingers made clumsy by arousal, but come free it did, and at last Ryou thrust his hand beneath the cotton to close around the heat of Seiji's erection.

     Seiji went silent, his entire body stiffening for a heartbeat, before his breath escaped him in an uneven, shuddery gasp. Ryou found it more arousing than any throaty moan; Seiji's loss of control was a compliment to his unpracticed skills. He couldn't even mind terribly as Seiji's hand slipped from his cock to instead tangle in his hair, flly lly stirring the dark locks. As tension left him, Seiji's body rose to meet Ryou's hand, the pulse of blood strong against his palm, revealing the racing of Seiji's heart.

     Suddenly wanting to see the effect he was having, Ryou rolled to a side, fingers abandoning the throb of Seiji's cock to instead catch at the waistband of his pants. A sharp tug brought it over Seiji's hips and Ryou's gaze feasted on what was revealed; in the moonlight, Seiji's skin was bleached to ivory, soft shadows defining the 'v' of his pelvis and leading Ryou's eye to the thatch of dark gold and the flushed erection that rose proudly from it. Seiji made no move to cover himself, lifting his torso slightly on his elbows instead to watch as Ryou slid one finger down the ridge of his pelvic bone, then splayed his hand through the curls at his groin.

     Ryou paused there, feeling the heat emanating from the shaft jutting from the space between his second and third fingers. Seiji remained quiescent, only watching silently as Ryou slowly shifted, dropping his head against Seiji's chest and listening to the strong beat of his heart. The minutes stretched on, measured in the steady rhythm of breathing, until Ryou's soft sigh disturbed the pattern.

     "I'm afraid," he confessed softly, the words addressed to the relative safety of Seiji's torso. "What if this is just another dream?"

     Seiji shifted, weight transferring to one elbow as the other arm moved until his hand could brush the soft fall of ink-dark hair from Ryou's brow. "Does it matter?" His thumb defined the line of Ryou's nose, then skimmed along his cheek to rub at the corner of Ryou's mouth. "As long as the flowers remain, the dew will return."

     Ryou twisted his head, seeking Seiji's bright gaze in the darkness. His mouth tingled where Seiji's thumb lingered and a nervous flick of his tongue wet his lip, recalling the taste of Seiji's kiss. He shut his eyes briefly and let Seiji's hand guide him higher, his own hand sliding from its nest as Seiji shifted onto his side, facing Ryou, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, hip to hip. Ryou could no more have prevented their kiss than he could have called down the moon and so he gave himself fully to it, allowing Seiji to smooth away his loneliness, the isolation that somehow persisted even when the others were the closest.

     The sheets rustled as their bodies moved, pressing together as their mouths merged, a thousand tiny kisses blending into one massive whole. Ryou couldn't help but gasp as his erection met Seiji's once again, without the layers of cloth separating them. His hips rocked once, the shaft skimming against Seiji's with the motion in a slide so sweet that, for a moment, Ryou saw nothing but white behind his eyelids. He was only vaguely aware when Seiji's fingers left his cheek, lost in the twining of Seiji's tongue and the glide of skin against his, so that, when the slightly-cool digits brushed instead against his cock, he was startled into pulling his mouth away as hiad dad dropped back, his shout caught at only the last moment behind his bitten lip.

     This, he discovered, was a Seiji who, having given him the initial advantage, had come from behind to sweep it from him, leaving him in the dust to follow as he would. The bared skin of his throat was blessed by Seiji's lips, nipping kisses tracking the line of his windpipe until even the act of inhaling was a pleasant tease; the resulting whimper was undignified, but Ryou couldn't bring himself to care, particularly not as Seiji's hand curled around both of their increasingly-insistent erections and began to stroke.

     Seiji's hand wove a steady rhythm: a long, glorious slide from root to tip, capturing Ryou's cock between the silk of his own and the slight roughness of his hand; a flick of his thumb at the crowns, mingling the droplets gathering there; an equally-long stroke fro from tip to root, a cooling smear of pre-cum left in the wake of his hand's passage. It was a rhythm echoed by Seiji's mouth against his throat, a steady shaping of Ryou's name against his skin until he imagined himself tattooed by it, the press of Seiji's mouth forming the syllables imprinted into his skin. Through a fever-haze, Ryou found the reins of control for his body enough to shift that much closer, one leg thrown over the soft grey of the pajamas the blonde still wore as his fingers clasped over Seiji's, coaxing him into greater speed, squeezing with the strength of his need as bliss spiraled through his groin, clenching tighter and tighter until it suddenly gave way beneath the force.

     No bitten lip could stop his shout this time, the syllables of Seiji's name exploding from him in a broken, hoarse stream even as his cock similarly erupted, the creamy fluid almost hot enough to burn as it coated their fingers and spattered over their chests and bellies. Beneath his leg, Seiji's thighs tensed as he thrust into the tunnel their hands formed, slicked with Ryou's release; his own climax came silently, his mouth an open 'o' against Ryou's throat as he shuddered, pouring his semen between them in sharp spurts as their hands slowed and stilled.

     For some moments, it was ahey hey could do to breathe; Ryou's chin found Seiji's hair, his panting stirring the find, golden strands, while Seiji's gasps chilled and dried the light sweat on Ryou's skin. Their hands lingered, curled together, even as their erections softened, fading within the warm cradle of their palms. Only when Seiji shifted slightly did Ryou move the embrace of his leg, fingers sliding grudgingly from Seiji's as he sat upright, plowing the fingers of the hand that had been trapped beneath his body through his hair.

     "We're a mess," he said, even as he cursed the nervous urge to cover the awkwardness of the moment with idle chatter. Next to him, Seiji sat upright as well, squirming slightly until he could push his pajama bottoms fully from his legs. With a grimace, he wiped his hands on the soft cotton, then cleaned the smears of their mingled orgasms from his belly. Watching him, Ryou felt abruptly guilty; this was Seiji, after all, and sg hig him so rumpled seemed like sacrilege. Ducking his head, he ran his hands down his own pajama-covered legs, removing the proof of their activities from his skin, then pulled the loose garment back into its proper position. He shifted in preparation to flee, legs drawing up to escape the confining island of the bed, only to abruptly freeze when Seiji's hand found his wrist, drawing it away from the protection of his body.

     Ryou could only watch, round-eyed with surprise, as Seiji drew Ryou's hand to his mouth and pressed a delicate kiss to his palm. It was a kiss that he felt all the way down to his toes, a brush of lip to skin that was somehow more intimate than anything else they'd done that night. Above his fingers, Seiji's eyes glinted at him, amused and warm and far more open than Ryou could ever remember having seen, their customary veils lifted. "I will not force you to remain, Ryou." Seiji's lips brushed again over his palm, gliding smoothly to his wrist before Ryou was released with a light caress of Seiji's fingers. "But neither will I protest if you choose to do so."

     Ryou blinked, eyes narrowing as he searched Seiji's gaze; he'd learned years ago that the meaning was never in what Seiji said, but rather in what remained unsaid. That knowledge, though, did not always make understanding easier. , he, hesitant and uncertain, he licked his lips, reaching almost shyly for Seiji's hand. "It seems like good manners to stay, really. At least for a little while."

     Seiji's true smiles were rare things, and so Ryou regarded the one he gave him now as a precious gift, something to be tucked away with the other memories that saw him through dark times. He allowed himself to be drawn by their linked hands under the covers, settling in comfortably against Seiji's side, their hands resting with Ryou's head against Seiji's chest. Sighing softly, Ryou squeezed the fingers clutching his one last time, then allowed the even beats of Seiji's heart to lull him to sleep.

     Ryou woke slowly, a low groan vibrating through his throat as he stretched; he was stiff everywhere, and tingling in his right hand hinted at an awkward sleeping position. Eyes closed, he buried his face briefly in the pillow, groaning again as he raised both arms over his head, hands braced against the headboard for another stretch. His morning erection was trapped uncomfortably under his body, but he ignored it for the moment as he groped blindly for the bedside clock, certain that it was far too early for any sane person to be awake. His thought processes ticked over lazily as his hand flailed, completely failing to find the clock; only Shin was ever up early, already busy with housework, and Seiji, who had generally finished his kata and had a shower by the time Ryou dragged himself down...

     Seiji.

     As though a switch had been flipped, memories of the night before replayed behind his eyelids, and Ryou sat up abruptly with a curse. Indeed, he was in Seiji's room still; well-used bokkan sat in racks hung from the walls, while a carefully-tended bonsai inhabited a spot of honor before the window, through which the first rays of morning light streamed. With the sheets pillowed in his lap, Ryou plunged both hands into his hair, feeling himself flush as he remembered the feel of Seiji's mouth on his, the soft texture of his skin, the surety of his grip as he'd... Ryou bolted from the bed even as his half-forgotten erection twitched with renewed interest, tenting the front of his loose pajamas.

     In his panic, Ryou missed the opening of the door, thinking only of how to explain the awkward situation, how to apologize to Seiji, until the soft pronouncement of his name brought him back to his surroundings with a jerk. Seiji was just inside the doorway, watching him with his usual distance as he shut the door quietly behind him and paced the few steps separating them. He looked perhaps more unapproachable than ever, even as he appeared more casual than Ryou had ever seen him, hair still damp from his shower, yukata clinging to his skin. Swallowing thickly, Ryou met that lavender gaze, hands clasping before him in a weak attempt to hide the fact that he was as aroused by the simple fact of Seiji's presence now as he was by any intentionally erotic display.

     It was only the span of a few heartbeats before Seiji was before him, and Ryou held his breath as Seiji paused, his eyes searching Ryou's. He seemed uncertain, almost hesitant, and it was another moment before Ryou realized that Seiji was just as nervous as he was - perhaps moreso. Blinking, Ryou exhaled shakily and took the final step that brought them together, chest to chest. "Good morning," he said, then closed the last remaining distance between them, lips brushing warmly over Seiji's.

     Seiji's mouth was slack with surprise as Ryou's pressed against it, his wide eyes further betraying his shock. Slowly, though, they slid closed and his mouth firmed, moving to meet Ryou's in a welcoming kiss that was as intense in its sweetness as any of the impassioned kisses they had shared the night before. They remained bound together as the rising sun slowly lit the room, only breaking apart when the heavy clatter of feet down the hall outside the door revealed that the others were awake as well. Seiji's hand lifted to cup Ryou's cheek as his lips, newly kiss-swollen, curved with a soft smile that warmed Ryou far more than simple sunlight could ever do. "Good morning," the blonde echoed, and then they were kissing again.

     They kissed until the sun had entirely won over the cool dark of night. They kissed until embarrassment had not even a single inch on which to gain a toehold. They kissed until kisses weren't enough. Later, their bodies sated again, they kissed until Ryou was so inundated with their kisses that he could no longer recall the chill of loneliness that had driven him to Seiji's room. Wrapping his arms around his friend's shoulders, Ryou rested his head on Seiji's chest once again, certain that he would always hear the beat of Seiji's heart echoed in his own.
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