Sweet Oblivion

Author’s note: This takes place right after Hatori has to wipe Kanna’s memory and he is broken-hearted. I got to thinking, he and Ayame and Shigure are pretty close friends. Wouldn’t they try to make each other feel better when they were hurting? And since Ayame is TEH SMEX I thought this is how he would comfort Hatori ^^.

Thanks to cinnamongrr1 for letting me guilt-trip her into betaing for me. ::singsong:: I got you to read yaoi, I got you to read yaoi….. *_____________*


Sweet Oblivion


“I just heard,” Ayame said, his voice in that serious tone he hardly ever had, as he entered Hatori’s bedroom.

Hatori said nothing; what was there to say? The pain that blazed within him made it almost too hard to speak. The one person who’d been able to see past his curse and love him anyway didn’t remember their love, and the words “Kanna is gone” repeated within his head endlessly.

Ayame’s arms came around him, and with a shudder, Hatori leaned back into the embrace. It was a relief to feel warmth and pressure, to feel some comfort, from another person. Even with Kanna, it had been sorely lacking—it seemed so perverse that they should be able to make love, kiss, touch so long as their torsos never came into contact.

“Thank you,” he managed to whisper, resting his hands over Ayame’s where they were linked around his waist. “I don’t know what I’d do without you and Shigure.”

“I’d like to do more, if you’d let me,” came Ayame’s response, unusually hesitant. “I can’t stand to see you hurting like this.” His hands moved slightly, caressingly, over Hatori’s flat belly.

“You don’t mean…” Hatori’s mind stumbled over the suggestion.

He felt Ayame nod against his back. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I know you’re in a lot of pain, and I’d like to make you feel good, even if it’s just for a little while.” He slid a hand lower, past Hatori’s belt.

Hatori grabbed it before it could go any further. “Ayame,” he said, “this is… not necessary.”

“Do you think it would be something I’d have to endure for your sake?” Ayame laughed softly. “Believe me, it wouldn’t be. You know how much I love you, cousin.”

Hatori shivered as he always did when those words were directed toward him; love was a precious commodity when you were a member of the Zodiac. It didn’t come often, and when it did, he knew to treat it with respect and appreciation.

Slowly, he pushed Ayame’s hand the rest of the way down, to settle over the front of his pants. “Yes,” he said, “I know how much you love me.”

Ayame’s hand curled around him through the fabric, and Hatori shut his eyes against the stimulation, hardening right away. Ayame’s other hand was busy on his belt and zipper, and then both hands dove under the material to touch bare skin.

Hatori let out a hoarse sound and arched into the touch. Against his back, Ayame was pressed all along him and rocking his own erection against Hatori’s ass. Being surrounded by the other man made Hatori feel safe and loved, and he leaned his head back until it rested on Ayame’s shoulder as a tear trickled down the side of his face.

Ayame cupped Hatori’s balls in one hand, rolling them around, while the other stroked him. He rubbed the tip of Hatori’s cock with his thumb, spreading around the wetness there, and Hatori jerked in his embrace.

“Feel good?” Ayame asked, turning his head to press a kiss to Hatori’s cheek. Hatori nodded, eyes still closed. “Then let’s move this to the bed.”

He disentangled himself from his cousin and started to undress him. The motions were brisk, businesslike, like he were just helping a customer change into another costume, and the idea made a ghost of a smile touch Hatori’s lips.

“What’s made you smile like that?” Ayame asked, looking up from where he was pushing Hatori’s pants and underwear down his legs. There was a smile on his face, too, as if seeing Hatori happy made him happy as well.

Hatori reached down a hand and caressed Ayame’s cheek. “Nothing,” he replied. “You’re just beautiful.”

Finished, Ayame stood and leaned closer to kiss Hatori gently. “So are you.” He motioned for Hatori to get onto the bed while he undressed, and Hatori watched as the traditional silks fell away from his cousin’s body. Ayame was long and narrow and pale, sinuous as the animal he became, and Hatori felt a jolt of lust for him that was unrelated to the mere reactions of a body to stimulus.

Ayame joined him on the bed, and the contact of their bare chests made Hatori gasp in pleasure. Ayame kissed him lingeringly, his tongue everywhere at once, before beginning to trail his mouth down Hatori’s chest. He licked and sucked and bit lightly at the small nipples, making Hatori squirm, and then went lower.

He parted Hatori’s legs with his hand on his knees, and settled comfortably between them. He rubbed his face against Hatori’s hard cock, his balls, and his pubic hair before taking the hard length in his hand and planting a kiss at the base, on the underside.

Hatori ‘s hips twitched. “Please,” he gasped.

But Ayame wouldn’t be rushed. He ran kisses up the underside, then flicked his tongue under the edge of the head.

“Please,” Hatori repeated. He needed more. The thought of Kanna felt distant now, removed from him, like the pain was outside on his skin instead of deep inside his chest. It was duller, but now he felt hollow, with nothing to fill up the aching void her leaving had brought.

Ayame took pity on him and closed his lips over Hatori’s cock. It felt like a hot, wet heaven and Hatori moaned helplessly, hip flexing to drive more into his cousin’s mouth. Ayame held him down and began to suck in a leisurely fashion, lowering his head to take almost all of it then pausing to rub the underside with his tongue and drag it along as he pulled away.

His hands were busy, as well; one was full of Hatori’s balls, squeezing and massaging, and the other had gotten slicked with some substance, somewhere along to way. The tip of one finger rubbed against Hatori’s rear entrance, then pushed inside. Hatori froze.

“Relax,” Ayame murmured. “You know I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

Hatori did know that, so he did the best he could to make his tight limbs release, letting his legs fall open once more. Ayame carefully slid the rest of his finger inside, moving it in long, slow thrusts.

“How does that feel?” he asked, nuzzling Hatori’s cock with his nose as he spoke.

“It feels… odd,” Hatori replied. “Not bad, just odd.”

He could feel Ayame’s smile. “Let see if we can turn ‘odd’ to ‘good’,” he said, and inserted a second finger as he took his cock back into his mouth.

Hatori felt himself stretching around the invasion. There was a slight, unfamiliar pain about it that was not unpleasant; it made his skin feel alive and more sensitive, and he found himself panting at the double sensation of being sucked and filled.

Then Ayame turned the orientation of his fingers, turned them palm-up and crooked them inside his cousin. Hatori jerked wildly at the bolt of pleasure that raced through him, his mind fuzzy with a red haze of arousal.

“Again,” he demanded hoarsely. “Please.”

Ayame complied, doing it again, settling into a teasing rhythm that had Hatori writhing beneath him in short order. He sucked Hatori down his throat once more, and clasped his balls in his free hand. He wanted Hatori’s attention diverted, wanted him to stop thinking of Kanna and his pain, and this was the best way he could think of to overwhelm the other man into sweet oblivion.

Hatori’s hands roamed restlessly as his hips thrust themselves at Ayame, finally coming to thread themselves through his flowing pale silver tresses. He was hot, so hot, his body perspiring and his muscles burning with effort. The mouth around him, the fingers inside, made it hard to breathe and he felt like he was dying, dying… With a shout, Hatori crested the wave of pleasure that smashed over him and felt the room around him going darker, then fading to black.

He awoke a minute later to find Ayame laying alongside him once more, stroking his hair away from his damaged eye. “How do you feel?” the snake asked. “Do you want more?”

Hatori’s head was muzzy. More? Hadn’t that been enough? He felt pleasantly sated and his mind was blurry, like it had been smudged.

Then Ayame nudged his hip with something hard and hot, and Hatori remembered that all the pleasure had been on his side.

“How selfish I am,” he whispered. “Yes, of course—“

“No,” Ayame corrected gently. “I didn’t ask because of me, I can handle that by myself if that’s all it were. I just thought you might like to feel good again. You liked my fingers, didn’t you?”

Hatori felt a blush spread across his cheeks. “Yes,” he said. “Very much.”

Ayame rolled onto him, slipping easily between his legs and rubbing their cocks together until Hatori hardened again. “Then this will be better.”

He knelt up between Hatori’s thighs and reached for a tube lying on top of their pile of clothes. Hatori watched as he squeezed a dollop of clear gel from it and slicked himself. His cock was long and pale and slender, just like him, and Hatori felt himself harden more at the idea of having it inside him.

“Did you bring that with you? Pretty sure of yourself, weren’t you?” Hatori asked, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth.

“I had a feeling it might be of some use,” Ayame replied, smiling. He pushed wet fingers into him again, to be sure he would be comfortable, and then positioned himself. “Are you sure?” he asked.

Hatori nodded. “Yes,” he said clearly. “Please, fill me. I’m so empty.”

Slowly, Ayame pressed himself inside. When he was in to the base, he stopped and lowered himself onto his cousin, propped up on his elbows. Hatori’s breath choked in his throat. The fingers had felt good, but this was amazing. He could actually feel Ayame’s heartbeat through the length embedded within him, and he had never felt so complete, so full, in his life.

“Yes,” he gasped. “More.”

Ayame obeyed, withdrawing and pushing back in. A sigh whispered over his lips, and Hatori opened his eyes to see a blissful, almost angelic expression cross his face.

“You look… like an angel… right now,” he managed to say in between thrusts. Ayame smiled down at him, leaning in for a kiss. “It’s… very ironic.”

The kiss turned into a nip. “I can be… angelic when… I want,” Ayame declared with a touch of his usual pompousness, and thrust just a tad harder, making Hatori make a sound almost like a whine as he was penetrated more deeply than ever.

“Do that… again,” he panted. “Hard, like that was.”

“No, “ Ayame said, “you’re too new at this. But I can go faster.” He drew his legs up under himself for better leverage and control, and began to move himself in quick, shallow strokes within Hatori. “I won’t… last long like this,” he muttered, kissing his cousin’s cheek and ear.

But Hatori was beyond answering. He could feel it approaching, a wave even higher than the previous when Ayame had used his mouth and fingers, and it was threatening to drown him. The cry of Kanna’s name in his head had been replaced by “yes, yes” and he bucked up to take as much of Ayame with each stroke as he could.

“Oh, yes, yes,” he sobbed when it broke, then he felt an answering throb in the member sunk into him and a corresponding burst of wet heat deep within. In his ear, Ayame gave a snarl, his hips snapping almost viciously between Hatori’s thighs.

Hatori didn’t pass out this time. His head felt full of cotton, and little wavelets of sensation were still running along his skin. He wrapped his arms around Ayame and clung tightly, their sweaty skin melding them together.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you so much.”

Ayame pulled back so he could look into his eyes, and smiled, one of his rare, genuine smiles. “It was my pleasure,” he replied, then added, “as I’m sure it was yours.”

Hatori burst out laughing. Really, Ayame was too much. “You’re too much,” he said.

Ayame slid out of him to rest at his side, grinning smugly. “Of course. Didn’t you know? Nothing less than too much will do.”