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The Cloudburst	By : FJH Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2531 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Cloudburst
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shuichi Shigeno and
Kodansha.

Notes: This piece is inspired by a sex scene in Jude
Deveraux's "Velvet Song", and also a little bit by Kristi
Brownfield's "Obsession."

The bolt of lightning and
harsh clap of thunder startled Keisuke from his comfy place on the couch,
causing him to drop his car magazine. Man, that practically had to be on top of
their house. He knew there was something you did to figure out how far away
lightning was, where you counted "one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand"
and if the thunder came at ten-one-thousand, the lightning was ten kilometers
away-or was it a hundred meters away? He couldn't remember.

He got up from the couch to refill
his bowl of soup, and as he looked out the kitchen window he noticed that the
rain was coming down harder than ever. Lightning strikes seemed to come every
three seconds, and thunder was a constant dull roar.

Aniki's probably having a real fun time driving home, Keisuke
chuckled to himself.

He came back to sit down on
the couch and groped around for the TV remote, hoping to turn on the weather
and watch the report of the super-typhoon that was no doubt blowing its way
through Takasaki City at this moment. Just as he pushed the "on"
button,ugh,ugh, the doorbell chimed, Ding-a-ling-a-ling,
in a frantic repeating rhythm.

Keisuke punched the
"off" button, jumped up from the couch, and ran to the door. As he
opened it, there stood his older brother, looking literally like a drowned rat,
with his hair flying in crazy directions, and his ces ses soaked to the bone.
He was also holding his nose.

oooooh. He wondered if his aniki knew he had a perfect ass.

Still, this was his brother.
Keisuke had always known his brother was good-looking, but it was quite another
thing to actually be turned on by him. Besides, at the moment they were both
rather... well, disinclined to acting on any attraction they might feel for
each other. He, Keisuke, was still playing the field--he'd had his share of
both girls and guys, and he liked things just the way they were for now. As for
his brother--he wasn't sure Ryousuke was interested in dating at all.

Still, Keisuke had to admit he'd
been very much td ond on.

The clincher, though, was how his
brother's hair looked all rumpled--he looked a bit more like Keisuke himself,
but with dark brown spikes instead of blond. Keisuke thought it rather suited
him. It made him seem a bit more human; even
aniki can klu klutz sometimes.

The noise of the rain on the roof
then started to taper off, just as the water inside began running. Keisuke
tried to fight the mental image coming on of Ryousuke in the shower, his hands
rubbing soap into a rich lather on his arms, shoulders, and chest; the streams
of water and soapsuds running down his abdomen and thighs. Keisuke groaned and
shifted one leg over the other, in battle with the growing bulge in his cargo
pants. That was it; he needed to get out of the house for a while, and find a
road dry enough to drive on. Takasaki
may have been drenched, but Akagi might still be dry--that was just how
cloudbursts were. He gulped down the rest of his soup, took his bowl out to the
kitchen sink, snatched his keys and wallet off the counter, and headed out to
the garage.

About three hours later, the rain
had long since stopped, but the ground was still damp and the air was heavy
with the green, mossy scent so common after a storm. Keisuke's ardor was also
very much doused, and he thought nothing of it as he pulled his FD into the
garage. As he eyed his brotherC, sC, still sitting in the driveway, he wondered
if he should put it inside for him. The only trouble was, where did Ryousuke
put his keys? His brother would be up in his room by now, either studying or
sleeping; he would just have to go up there and ask.

"Aniki?" Keisuke asked as
he turned the knob of Ryousuke's door. "Where are your keys?" The
door opened to reveal a darkened room and an already asleep Ryousuke. He
couldn't have been sleeping for too long, though. With this thought in mind,
Keisuke sneaked over to thee ofe of the bed, whispering, "Aniki? Can I put
your car in the garage?" He reached over to shake his brother just awake enough
to give him an answer.

His hand touched Ryousuke's
forehead-- and found it to be awfully warm. Too warm.

Keisuke drew back in surprise.
"Aniki? You're burning up!" He reached out to touch his brother's
face again. Ryousuke stirred slightly and moaned.

"Tires... tires..."

"Your tires are okay,
aniki."

"Tires are wearing down.
Must... back... off..."

"Aniki, you're dreaming. Let
me get you something cool." Keisuke left the bedside and dashed off to the
bathroom, where he found a washcloth and ran it under cold water. His brother,
even though he'd gotten completely drenched, hadn't really been out in the rain
that long. How could he have gotten a fever?

He hurried back with the wet
washcloth and laid it gently over his brother's forehead. "The 86... his tires are fine..." said
Ryousuke in a breathy voice.

"Aniki," said Keisuke,
shaking him. "Aniki, wake up. You're having a nightmare. Wake up."

Just then, Ryousuke's hand gripped
Keisuke's firmly and pulled it closer, dragging the rest of Keisuke along. He
cracked open his eyes and Keisuke saw an odd glint in their dark, half-lidded
depths. Keisuke opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but the words never
formed, for Ryousuke pulled Keisuke close to him and crushed their mouths
together.

Keisuke lost all sense of who and
where he was as soon as his lips touched his aniki's; all he felt was a warm,
giddy tingle right in the center of his solar plexus. Ryousuke suckled one lip
and then the other, back and forth, and made circles over Keisuke's mouth with
a sweet pressure. When he let his tongue invade, Keisuke felt himself moan from
deep in his throat, letting his own tongue twist and twine in response, tasting
Ryousuke thoroughly.

Ryousuke then placed a hand behind
Keisuke's neck, edging his younger brother even deeper into the kiss. The
tingle deep within Keisuke's body intensified, and he found himself putting
more firmness into his lips, and scrambling to pull off Ryousuke's pajama top.
Ryousuke was making it difficult for Keisuke to undress him, though, running
his hands down the blond's back and moving the searing kisses to his neck.
Keisuke threw his head back, fully exposing his throat, which Ryousuke turned
his attentions to as he pressed their chests together. Keisuke gasped at the sensation
of nibbling teeth at his neck, as well as the heat of his brother's skin
through their layers of clothing.

Ryousuke then sank his teeth in at
a certain spot on Keisuke's throat, and sucked hungrily. The groan from his
brother's lips made him chuckle. He trailed his hot, open mouth down the hollow
of Keisuke's throat to his collarbone, and Keisuke struggled more frantically
than ever to rip the pajama top off. This time, Ryousuke let his brother
succeed; the wet washcloth slid off his forehead and wrapped up in the garment.

Keisuke's mouth watered as he
took in what lay before him. It was just as tempting as the clinging, wet shirt
had promised-- actually, even more, for the feverish heat emanating from
Ryousuke's skin was warming Keisuke's hands, and his lips as well when he
pressed them to one of those well-defined muscles. His hands squeezed, stroked
and caresseery ery inch of Ryousuke's chest, releasing vapors of heat and the
scent of cocoa butter and almonds, his aniki's favorite soap. Maybe he got off
on the scent himself, which was why he always used it.

His hands brushed over Ryousuke's
nipples back and forth, gradually roughening until they were as hard and
pointed as they had been earlier. In one swift motion, Keisuke sucked a nipple
into his mouth, circling the other with his thumb.

Ryousuke ran shaking fingers
through his brother's hair, gasping. Keisuke moved to the other nipple, and
Ryousuke gritted his teeth� finally saying, with choked words: �H... harder.
Keisuke..."

Keisuke did as his was told, taking
in a whole mouthful of his brother's chest, suckling like a man dying of
thirst, raking his nails over the first nipple. When he switched sides a moment
later, Ryousuke let out a completely unrecognizable sound-- somewhere between a
purr, a growl, and a harsh cry. Keisuke opened his eyes, and looked into the
eyes of a wild animal-- blazing, and with pupils dilated.

Ryousuke made short work of
Keisuke's clothes, stripping his brother naked with just a few deft movements
before slipping out of his own pajama pants and boxers. His hands coasted down
Keisuke's sides to cup his ass, and he chuckled again as he noticed his
brother's growing erection.

"Yes," he whispered as he
maneuvered their bodies into a more comfortable position, placing the kneeling
Keisuke between his open thighs, their arousals lying just inches from each
other. He ran his hands all over his brother's back, sides and abdomen; always
returning to his ass, squeezing, kneading and exploring between the cheeks.

After a few minutes of this,
Keisuke's skin was as hot as his aniki's, and his head was swimming. This was
better, this was much more than he'd been wishing for when he'd struggled to
control himself earlier. How had Ryousuke known how much he'd wanted this?
Somehow, his brother had found out-- and he had more than delivered; but that
thought immediately became forgotten as he saw Ryousuke's head swoop up, teeth
capturing his own nipple.

Keisuke threw his head back and
screamed. Then, a flash of achingly silky sensation-- and another laugh rumbled
from Ryousuke's throat as he rolled his hips and rubbed their erections
together again, his mouth still devouring Keisuke's chest.

Keisuke screamed again when he felt
Ryousuke slip a finger into him. Never had he imagined that his own brother
would be doing this to him, and he froze, trying to make sense of the
intrusion was was brand new, a shock... and quite pleasant, but still,
something was missing.

"Aniki... aniki... let me get
in that drawer," Keisuke heard himself growl, stretching toward the drawer
of the nightstand.

Ryousuke complied, removing his
finger. Keisuke scuffled around in the drawer for a moment, finally returning
with a tube of lubricant. He squeezed some onto the finger, and Ryousuke nodded
as he slipped it back inside. He made circles with it, massaging, loosening,
and Keisuke gasped. Ryousuke then squeezed more lube onto another finger, and
slipped it in alongside the first. Keisuke's vocalizations were reduced to
helpless gurgles, especially when his brother found a certain place inside him
that made him clamp down reflexively on those fingers, and himpermperature
shoot up another notch.

Satisfied, Ryousuke positioned his
erection against Keisuke's entrance, and slowly, very slowly, eased into the tight
body above him. Fully sheathed, he bared his teeth, hot breaths bursting from
him as he paused to give them both time to adjust.

It was Keisuke who started moving,
demanding that the arousal buried inside him touch that wonderful, pleasurable
place again, and he rocked back and forth, making their bodies twitch.
Ryousuke's s cus cupped his ass again and started moving him in a more fluid,
controlled rhythm. They gradually came to move their hips in circles; at one
point of each circle Keisuke's pleasure point was stimulated, and he shivered
as he plunged fully into the rhythm, riding a wave over and over again.

Ryousuke watched his brother
closely for signs of imminent climax. When he saw Keisuke above him suddenly
slacken his jaw and roll his eyes upward, that was the signal and he rolled
them over, pinning Keisuke beneath him, pulling back and slamming home full
force. Keisuke cried out, releasing against his aniki�s stomach.

A few more of these powerful thrusts wrenched Ryousuke�s orgasm from him, and
he let loose his own hoarse cry as he exploded within Keisuke's body. He snuggled
between his brother's thighs, laying his head on the broad chest below him, letting
his breathing slow down as he gradually softened and slipped out.

Keisuke, meanwhile, was full of
curiosity. Obviously his brother was far more experienced than he'd previously
thought. Where did he pick it up? Fujiwara? Sudou from Emperor? Some horny
classmate or, God forbid, some horny professor?

He then shook the questions out of
his head. What did it matter where Ryousuke got his skills; he had been been
able to experience them firsthand and nothing would ever tahat hat away from
him.

"Hey, aniki?" he suddenly
whispered.

"What?"

"Thank you."

Ryousuke looked into his eyes and
smiled softly. "You're welcome."

Keisuke then gave his brother a
sloppy wet kiss on the nose. Ryousuke wrinkled his forehead.

"Does it still hurt?"

"A little. Just a
little."

"I'm glad I made it
better." Keisuke, grinning, folded his arms around his brother and quickly
fell asleep.
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