A Passion Realized

Disclaimer: All characters from Gungrave do not belong to me, and I get nothing from this except for something to keep me busy on hot days.

Warning: Obviously this is yaoi, as in malexmale sex. It’s also a tad more fluffy and feel good than most fics I’ve read from this fandom. So if that’s not your thing, then don’t read. Harry and Brandon also might be a tad OOC, but hopefully not too obvious as to make this fic unreadable.

Note: How come there aren’t more Gungrave fanfics? The show is a veritable gold mine for yaoi fanfiction. You can pretty much construe anything they say to sound sexual. Oh well, I’d rather have quality over quantity. This is my first Gungrave fanfic ever btw. It’s also the first time I’ve written a sex scene from the first person POV, so please take that in mind. With that said, please enjoy!!

A Passion Realized

(Harry’s POV)


My whole body felt numb. I couldn’t feel anything but the intense anguish running through my gut even as I lay my head against the cool glass. Opening my eyes I looked out through the half shattered window, staring at the sparkling lights of my city. The city I grew up in, the city that had raised me into the man I was today. The city that had killed my friends.

When I had killed that bastard Ladd, I thought it would ease my mind. It did, somewhat, but it did something else... it exhilarated me. The sheer power I felt when I took his life was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I knew I could get used to something like that. I think I must have surprised Brandon though when I pulled the trigger. Hell, I surprised myself. But he didn’t show it afterward, and just followed me as usual. And now here we were, nothing had changed really, except now everyone feared us like we were a pair of feral dogs. That was fine, it would keep everyone away until we could find our feet again.

I gazed around the broken down house Brandon and I had decided to spend the night in. It was a ramshackle piece of shit, but it kept us dry and somewhat warm. Brandon was over sitting against the wall, his head slumped over on his chest. His hair covered his eyes, his breathing was steady as he slept.

Removing myself from the window I went to kneel in front of my friend, trying to ignore the stiffness of my body as I gazed at him. His hair was innocently falling over his shoulders, his lips slightly parted as he breathed, shining just noticeably in the darkness. Before now I never noticed how feminine he looked. Sure, it had crossed my mind; the guy’s obviously attractive, but it had never dawned on me like it was now. I had to stop myself from brushing his hair aside to show more of his beautiful face. Damn, my thoughts must be pretty messed up for me to be thinking this kind of stuff about my best friend. Who was a guy on top of it. I guess loss can do that to you; Make you realize things that were previously unthought of.

We had been friends forever, done everything together. He was my shadow, and I was his. I would do anything for the guy, and I was glad he hadn’t been killed. I was sad for our friends; for Jolice, Kenny, and Nathan, but if Brandon had been killed, I don’t know what I would have done. Life without him was unthinkable, and frowning from the thought I reached a hand out, and lightly brushed his cheek to reassure myself he was there. He stirred some in his sleep, but didn’t wake up. God this was ridiculous. I should just go to the other side of the room and lay down and forget about all this. But my body wouldn’t move, and I sat down on the floor, making myself more comfortable.

Brandon’s face was the only thing that had ever brought me solace, and although he rarely talked, I always knew what he was thinking. I came to love his quiet intelligence and heartfelt glances. He could say more with a flash of his amber eyes than with an hour of talking. He was a perfect compliment to my outspoken nature. We fit each other perfectly, like two different pieces of a puzzle, to use a cliche expression. I loved him like a brother, and I always would no matter what.

Sighing heavily I decided to finally leave him alone, but as soon as I moved to stand I heard his soft voice cut through darkness. “Harry...” Shocked I looked down at him, and realized he was still asleep. His eyes rolled jerkily behind his lids. He was dreaming.... about me. Why would he be dreaming about me of all people? He should be dreaming about Maria.

With my curiosity piqued I bent down, placing my ear as close to his mouth as I dared. He continued to mutter, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Then suddenly my name broke through the incoherent words. “Harry....” He started to blush slightly, and to someone who didn’t see his face everyday they probably wouldn’t have noticed it. But I did, and I felt my own face becoming hot at the way he said my name. I leaned in closer, seeing if he would say more.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and I began to imagine what I had heard. But he said my name again, and shifted in his sleep. Leaning into is ear, I said in a whisper, “Brandon, what is it?” He didn’t answer immediately, and I wondered if he even heard me. He must have though, he began to talk again. “Harry... touch me.” I pulled quickly away from him. Did he just say what I thought he said? My face became hotter, and I found myself wanting to touch him. I wanted to feel his skin under my fingers and run my hand through his hair.

Being as silent as I could I reached a hand out and placed it gingerly on his cheek, running my thumb gently along his closed eye. He smiled at the touch, and leaned his head into my palm. My blood began to boil, and I could feel myself becoming hard. Why was something as innocent as this giving me a hard on? He leaned further into my hand, and brushed his lips against the skin, his hot breath making my flesh tingle. I imagined that hot breath on my lips, and I swallowed hard as more blood flowed to my groin.

Before tonight I had never even considered being with another man, especially not Brandon. But the thought wasn’t disgusting me at all, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. But dammit, he was beautiful, and he was pushing me past my limits. I had to kiss him, I had to at least experience him once before we died, which might be only minutes from now for all we knew.

Gulping I bent closer to him, licking my lips. Then all sane thought left me as I gently kissed him. He moaned in his sleep, and opened his lips more, inviting me. I gladly took the invitation and slide my tongue further, and suddenly his eyes shot open and looked surprised into mine. I pulled away, touching my lips to assure myself of what I had just done. He backed up more against the wall, his amber eyes confused and shocked. It just enhanced the color, and they almost seemed to glow in the darkness.

“Sorry Brandon, I didn’t mean to startle you.” I said as nonchalantly as I could. He just continued to stare, obviously trying to figure out what I was doing. He touched his own lips, and looked back to me. I smiled and shrugged, for once in my life unsure of what to say. “Why?” His voice was low and laced with fear, and I couldn’t take my mind off how alluring it made him.

I knew I probably couldn’t talk my way out of this situation, so I might as well make the most of it. Shuffling closer I said, “Because... you mean more to me than anything else in the world. Our friends are dead, and all we have is each other. And...” I then took my hand, and ran it over the side of his face again, brushing his hair aside. He looked nervous from the contact, and I continued. “I can’t live without you Brandon. All of you...” I kissed him a second time, but he didn’t pull away, and instead he shakily wrapped his arms around my shoulders. His body was trembling, and smiling I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue in as far as it would go to take in his taste completely. He moaned even louder, and I found the sound to be intoxicating. It drove me wild, and I wanted to hear more of it. I wanted to make him scream my name; wanted to make him cry out with pleasure.

Turned on by my own thoughts I wrapped my arms around his waist, and without breaking the kiss I lowered him to the floor. He was underneath me now, and I could feel his heat rising with need. Abruptly parting I looked into his eyes, and saw what I felt; he was unsure of what this meant, and wasn’t sure if we should continue. If we stopped now we could probably write it off as a mad act of grief, but we both knew it was more than that. Losing everyone was just a catalyst for these dormant feelings to manifest themselves, and I found I didn’t want to stop. I was... curious, and I knew I wanted Brandon more than anything right now. I gave him my best smile so reassure him, and he smiled back weakly, his gaze softening.

“Harry, I’ve... never done this with a man before.” He said honestly. I chuckled at his innocence. “Neither have I Brandon, but there’s a first time for everything, don’t you think?” His eyes went a little wider at my reply, but he just nodded, obviously amused at my reaction. Smiling wider I lowered to kiss him again, and slide my hand under the fabric of his black shirt to feel his skin. His muscles twitched under my touch, and my hands went further until I was caressing his nipples, making him moan into my mouth. He hugged me closer, and I lowered my body further into his until I could feel his arousal. I was becoming harder by the second, and we both started to pant as we ground ourselves together instinctively. The feeling was pure heaven. I couldn’t recall a time I was so utterly turned on, and found the whole situation to be very erotic.

Brandon seemed to agree as he started to tangle his hands in my short hair, pulling it every time I rocked into him. My scalp stung at the sensation, but I wanted him to pull it more, hard enough for it to hurt. I got my wish when I pushed myself into him, causing him to yank at my hair like he was holding on for dear life. It was my turn to groan in ecstacy, and I began to unclasp his belt to work on the zipper to his pants. I fidgeted with it at first, my fingers shaking with nervous anticipation. Brandon waited patiently as I finally pulled the zipper down, and not being able to contain myself I drove my hand inside his boxers, grasping his hardened flesh.

I had never heard him make such a sound as he did then. It was a mixture of a groan and a whimper, and he writhed beneath me. I was reminded of a time when we decided to share a woman for a night. She was just a hooker, and it was fun, but Brandon wasn’t very into it. He didn’t seem to enjoy it, and I felt like he was only doing it for my benefit. Even when he climaxed he barely made a sound, and I thought it strange at the time. But now I was hearing what he truly sounded like when in the thralls of passion, and realized that he was enjoying himself as much as I was. Smiling broadly I began to stroke his shaft, running my thumb over the weeping slit at the top. He started to moan even louder, and bit into his bottom lip to keep from screaming.

That was a problem. I wanted to hear him scream, so I increased my speed, pumping fast as he bucked into my hand. The feel of another man’s hardened flesh in my hand felt good, and my own cock ached as Brandon got closer to release. But I wanted to give him more, and releasing his arousal I withdrew, much to his disappointment. Giving him a mischievous smile, I started to run my hands down his hips, stopping at the lip of his black jeans long enough to get a hold on them and his boxers. I pulled the two articles of clothing down slowly, as slow as I could to draw out the sensations I was sure were wracking his body. Soon he was lying half naked beneath me, and I threw his clothing over my shoulder. He was absolutely breathtaking. His ivory skin was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, and his breathing was now labored as his chest rose up and down unevenly. He still had his shirt and vest on, which just made it more erotic than if he was completely naked.

He turned his gaze away from me, embarrassed it seemed of his reaction to my touching. “Brandon, look at me.” He reluctantly did so, and I smiled warmly at him. “Don’t be ashamed. I’m not, so you shouldn’t be either. It’ll be fine, I promise.” He smiled wanly at the words, and nodded his consent as I lowered my lips to his proud shaft, teasing him with the thought of what I was about to do. I could see it took all his willpower not to arch into me, and smiling I began to lightly kiss the tip of his cock, feeling the wetness coat my lips.

Being that I was somewhat of a master at foreplay at this point in my life, being with so many women on a weekly basis, I was fairly certain I was dealing with this whole situation better than Brandon was. Though I had no experience with men, I was fairly sure I was doing an excellent job. I utilized my knowledge of how I liked to be pleasured, and used it on Brandon. It worked, and he moaned as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue along the sensitive underside. I heard him whimper my name, and I took him in more, my tongue swirling around his heated flesh.

The taste was much different than a woman’s. It was stronger, and very masculine, but potent none the less. I had tasted myself on many a woman’s lips, but Brandon was beyond anything I could have expected. I wanted more, and I took him in completely, trying not to gag as I felt him on the edge. He was panting heavily now, and I ran my tongue along him more as I bobbed my head, creating a friction I’m sure he’d enjoy. He did, and thrust into me to get more of it. I grinned at his responsiveness, and relaxed my throat as I felt his body go rigid with climax. He came wonderfully, coating my entire mouth as I happily lapped up every drop. Normally such a thing would repulse me, but since it was Brandon, I couldn’t stop myself.

I licked my lips as I withdrew from him, and with my own erection begging for release I bent over him, seeing that his eyes were glazed over in passion. He was spent, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I smiled as I kissed him again, him slowly responding to me as I delved my tongue past his lips. He then withdrew from me, and smiled slyly as he arched into me, a moan escaping past my lips as my throbbing cock grazed his once again hardening one. Even through the thin fabric of my pants it was torture, and Brandon said hotly, “I think it’s your turn now Harry.” I returned the good natured smile, and groaned as I felt him unclasp my belt, and a hand unzipping my pants to free my hardened flesh. He took it into his hand tentatively, nervous as how to proceed. “Just...ah, rub, please.” I practically begged. He nodded and did so, eliciting sounds of pure euphoria from me. His stroking was agonizingly slow, and I pushed further into his palm to speed it up. Noticing my impatience he stroked faster, and I felt the heat start to build up deep inside me. But I didn’t want this. I wanted to come inside him, and I reluctantly pulled away from him, confusing him with my action.

Trying to ignore the intense throbbing of my erection I gently spread Brandon’s legs, and saw him panic as I did so. “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” He knew my words were the truth, and relaxed as I raised his knees to rest at my shoulders, conveniently spreading him so I could plainly see his tight entrance even in the semidarkness. I knew this was going to be hard, and I didn’t really know how I could pull this off without hurting Brandon. Then an idea struck me, and I gently stroked Brandon’s face, running my fingers over his moist lips. As delicate as I could I pushed my index and middle past his lips, and realization flashed in his eyes of what I wanted him to do. He gladly took my digits into his mouth, and sucked on them lovingly, running the pads of my fingers over his teeth. Images of how else he could use his mouth flashed before my eyes, and moaning I tried to keep myself from taking him right then.

When I felt my fingers where wet enough, I removed them and drew them to Brandon’s ring, grazing it with my lubricated fingers. He closed his eyes at the new sensation, and I drove one finger past his entrance, getting him use to the invasion. He looked to be in pain, but it soon passed as I found a spot inside him that made him cry out, and I hit it again to get more of his reaction. He squirmed beneath me, and I hastily inserted my second finger, spreading him and thrusting into him again and again. His newly hardened cock rubbed against my stomach, and I felt him relax around my fingers, and I knew he was ready.

Withdrawing myself from him I quickly aimed myself at his ring, waiting for him to grant permission. He opened his eyes when the tip of my cock touched his most intimate of places, and slowly he nodded. Not able to take it anymore I thrust into him, and he cried out in pain as I buried myself to the hilt in is warm depths. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was so tight around me, and it was pushing me over the edge of reason. Grunting I pulled out until just the head of my arousal was inside him, then slammed all the way back in. This time he did scream, but in pleasure, and mixed with the warmth encompassing me I lost all control as I thrust into him as hard as I could.

Panting Brandon wrapped his arms around my shoulders, drawing me closer to get better penetration. I felt myself slide in even more, and cried hotly in my ear, “Oh god Harry.... harder, as hard as you can.” I granted his wish, and grinding our lower bodies together I drove savagely into him, and I cold feel his neglected erection rubbing the skin of my stomach. I knew I was close, and grabbed Brandon none to gently to stroke him along with my thrusts. The friction between us was an almost unbearably high, and I moved faster as he finally came a second time, his body clenching around me, making me climax in turn. Just as I felt his seed hitting my stomach and seeping through my fingers I came hard inside him, and he screamed again at the feeling. I rode out my orgasm until I felt everything I had course out of me, and breathing raggedly I flopped down on top of him, my now spent member still buried deep inside his warm depths.

Laying on his chest I could hear his heart beat, the thumping matching mine in it’s uneven rhythm. I felt more tired than I had in all my life, and wanted to fall asleep right there with him surrounding me. But I could feel him shift uncomfortably beneath me, and I reluctantly rolled off of him, a disappointed sigh ushering from him as I pulled out. We both just lied on the floor, each of us trying to catch our breath.

Turning my head to Brandon, I said, “That was the best sex I ever had.” He looked to me at my comment, and smiled as he nodded in agreement. We both smiled at each other, and I started to laugh at how this had all come about. He giggled too, but it soon turned into a loud guffaw as we both went into hysterics. After a few moments our laughing finally ceased, and my lids began to slowly close. I wanted to sleep, and I heard Brandon yawn beside me. We both needed to rest, but just before I gave into the sandman, Brandon said, “Harry, will we.... ever do that again?” He sounded sad at the question, and I honestly didn’t know if we would or not. I wanted to, and I’m sure he did to, but I wasn’t sure when we’d get the chance again.

“Sure Brandon. And next time, you can be on top.” I knew that remark pleased him, and I heard him shuffle next to me. Then suddenly he was half laying on top of me, his arm draped over my chest. I let out a chuckle at the gesture and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. Sighing contentedly I closed my eyes as the first rays of dawn shone through the window, reminding me that a whole new day lay ahead of us, another chance to make something of ourselves. I wanted to get up in the world, and I smiled at the thought of Brandon being there with me the whole way. We were partners, and we’d stay that way no matter what.

~Owari~

A/N: Well, I hoped you liked it. I tried to make them in character, but found it kind of hard. Oh well, both characters are so complex it’s hard to get them dead on all the time. I just elaborated on what I know of them. Thanx for reading, and please review. Arigato!!