At Last We Meet

*Disclaimer* - All charaters are from the anime, Sukisho. They do not belong to me (although I would gladly take them...)

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Moonlight filters through the opened window of Sora’s room, the blue-haired boy fast asleep and lightly breathing, lying on his stomach. Though he’s lived alone he’s not the only one in the room; a boy of smaller build, pink hair almost matching his eyes stands just a foot or so away from the sleeping boy’s bed, watching as he dreams. Taking a step forward he starts to reach out to the sleeping form, hesitating at the last moment and watching as Sora stirs, rolling onto his back with a sigh.

“We meet at last.”

The boy’s eyes grow darker, going from the innocent pink to a seductive magenta, seeming to come to terms within himself before moving forward and climbing onto the bed. His knees straddle either side of the sleeping boy’s thighs, hips pressing down against the other’s as he leans forward, palm sliding up Sora’s body and dragging the nightshirt with it. A soft gasp followed by a shudder runs through the pink-haired boy as his throbbing length presses against the other’s half-erect one, causing him to grind into him, lips moving to nibble at Sora’s neck as the wayward hand toys with a peeking bud. //So long…I’ve waited for you for so long…//

Dark eyes watch the blue-haired boy’s face as he pulls away, a teasing smirk making its way to his lips as Sora groans softly in his sleep, neck arching under the treatment. The boy happily takes the offer, kissing the soft skin up and then down, moving over his collar bone, kissing a trail down his chest, his stomach, then soon making it to his goal, fingers tugging down the boy’s pants enough to let the slowly rising length come free, licking his lips before wrapping several digits around the base of the other’s need and taking it slowly into his mouth. Inch by inch he takes it in, sucking teasingly at it before pulling away to trail kisses up the now fully-erect member and taking it just it’s head, swirling his tongue over the tip.

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He hadn’t been dreaming, at least he hadn’t thought he was, until he felt the touches; a pressure on his hips, something warm and soft and hard at the same time pressing into him and causing something within him to go aflame at the bit of warmth. The pressure is accompanied by a hand, fingertips lightly ghosting over the skin of his stomach and chest; Sora’s lips part as if to speak, trying to see his tormenter with blind eyes, trying to reach out with bound hands. The hands are soon joined by moist lips against his neck and he part-gasps-part moans, feeling himself tilt his head, neck arching for more attention.

The tormentor seems to take pity in Sora’s silent pleas, the teasing lips trailing lower, brushing over a nipple on their way down to his chest and nuzzling his bellybutton lightly before moving lower, lower still. He doesn’t realize that he’s holding his breath until his pants are pulled low on his hips then down his thighs, exposing his heated skin to the slightly cooled air.

//Ohhh...// A shudder runs through his body as the teasing lips first taste him, causing him to make another sound of pleasure. His skins feels as if it\'s burning, each lick and suckle from that wicked mouth making the flames burn faster, move higher-

//M-matte...// The undeniable feel of consciousness approaches and Sora feels himself starting to wake up though still fuzzy-headed. //Hn?...// Opening bleary eyes he sits his head up, finding the cause of his dreams; the pink-haired boy still between his legs feels the other shift, head tilting upward and magenta meeting sea blue as he moves back up the length of the other, bringing his face inches from Sora\'s, eyes dark with need.

//...!!!// Starting as he wakes up fully to realize that he\'s -not- dreaming, there really -is- a gorgeous pink-haired boy in his bed Sora jerks, a hand coming up and shoving the other away who lands back on the mattress with a soft cry, wincing.

“Wh-what in the world…Who are you?!” The shock and anger is evident in his eyes, the blue-haired boy trying to focus on the fact that someone he’s never seen before has found it fit to have their way with him in his own room, his body trembling.

Rubbing his shoulder the intruder rubs at his shoulder, almost whimpering. “That hurt…” Dark eyes glare back at Sora, snapping at him. “What was that for, all of a sudden?”

//What?!// “I should be asking you the same question!” An accusing finger points at the hurt boy, Sora being careful as to not shift the blankets any farther down his hips. “You attacked me while I was asleep!”

The hand soothing his arm drops, an indifferent look making its way onto the other’s face. “That’s not true. I’m not interested in you at all.”

Annoyance growing at the ‘holier-than-thou’ turn of the other’s nose Sora presses on. “Th-then what was that just now? Y-you can’t just go into someone’s room whenever you feel like it!”

“But this is my room.”

…//Eh?// “Eh? Impossible!” //Don’t tell me…//

At this the other smiles, straightening in his sitting position. “My name is Ran. From tonight onward, I’ll be staying in this room with you.” A sly smile makes its way onto his face, head bowing slightly. “Pleased to meet you.”

//…He is.// “So you’re the new roommate Matsuri was talking about?” The anger leaves him for that moment before he scowls, turning away. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

Movement from the other draws Sora\'s attention back to him, leaning away as Ran moves forward. \"Better yet, bring me Yoru.\"

\"Yoru?\" Confused he blinks, motioning to the night sky. \"You mean...hours of the night?\"

\"Are you stupid?\" The pink-haired boy glares, looking as if he were going to scold the other for the answer.

\"What did you say?!\"

\"I want to see Yoru! Bring me Yoru already!\"

Flinching away as Ran yells Sora eyes him wearily, annoyed and confused. \"What are you talking about?\" //That name...why does it-//

His thoughts are quickly cut off as slim arms wrap around his neck, Ran leaning forward and moving his lips to Sora\'s ear, breathing into it as their chests press together. \"Yoru. Come out, Yoru.\" the boy rests his head on the still stunned ones, shifting his and pressing against the others with an almost inaudible moan.

//W-why-// The shift not only sends sparks of awareness through his neglected need but cause images to spring fourth; Ran withering under him, cheeks flushed as he groans; Ran face-down with his rear in the air, pleading in a desperate voice as he stretches himself-

\"Don\'t touch me!\" Shoving the other away for the second time that night he leaps out of bed, stumbling and nearly falling into the door in his haste. //What he hell is going on here?//

Sora doesn\'t even realize he\'s run to the showers until he\'s adjusting the water, already undressed and clothes carelessly tossed along the way. What usually is a scalding-hot or ice-cold blast comes out as warm caress, the droplets kissing and caressing his heated skin as they fall against him, blue-haired boy shivering at the feel. //Goddamnit...why has he gotten me so worked up?// His cheeks flame as he remembers what the other had been doing while he slept; if he closed his eyes he could still feel that teasing mouth around him, tip of the wet muscle teasing his slit-

//Oh fuck...// Slim digits wrap around his now-throbbing length, squeezing as he squeezes his eyes shut, a hand moving to prop himself against the slick wall of the shower. The warm droplets only manage to help his hand move easily along, a moan pulling from his throat and echoing off the tiles of the empty room. Onegai...

Oh, those eyes. He could see the magenta depths, even darker with need, lips swollen from kisses as his hands move down his body hesitantly, fingers sliding down his neck and chest before lightly brushing a nipple. The gasped-whimper sends a shiver down Sora\'s spine and he watches eagerly as two fingers pinch at the awakening bud, a low moan coming from the small boy. \"Sora...onegai...\" The other hand, which had been resting on his thigh twitches and comes to life, making its way up his inner thigh and finding his dripping need and Sora nearly comes at the sight, Ran\'s eyes falling close and lips parting in a silent \'o\' of pleasure. The hand soon begins to move, pink-haired boy forgetting his shyness and moving naturally, Sora\'s name falling from his lips in a keening moan as his hips arch upward into the hand, digits tightening around the weeping hardness...

\"S-Sora...\" He\'s on his knees now, eyes locking with the other\'s as he pushes Sora\'s hand away from his length to wrap his own around it, licking his lips slowly before swallowing the head of his need, purring. Sora moans aloud at the feel of the vibrations rolling off the other\'s tongue, a hand twisting in the pink locks as he thrusts into the moist heat. Ran pulls away, breaking eye contact to flick his tongue over the tip before swallowing Sora whole, head bobbing quickly, teeth lightly scraping along the sides-

\"R-RAN!\" Tossing his head back the blue-haired boy spills into his still-stroking palm, seed coating his digits for just the few moments before the slowly cooling water washes it away, leaving him barely standing in the shower more confused than when he awoke to find himself engulfed by the boy currently the cause of his troubled thoughts. //Having to live with his guy...must be some kind of joke...//

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Just outside the shower room a pink-haired pink-eyed boy gasps against the fist between his teeth, other hand slowing down on the one that had been working his now-spend length. //Oh gods...how are we going to fix this mess now?//