To Defeat You, I�ve Forever

Title: To Defeat You, I’ve Forever
Rating: NC17
Pairing: SanaAto
Challenge: Theme #8 for LJ comm lemonaftertaste: "the one I love I should destroy"
Disclaimer: not mine, cool? cool.


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You nod at me, calm as ever. We never do the hello kiss, do we. Actually, you never even say ‘hi’, it’s always just a nod. Maybe you’ll say my name, maybe you won’t. I like it when you do, though. I stare at you – damn but you are hot, even in basketball shorts and a black tank top. Not that I’d ever say that out loud, of course. I sniff at seeing your cap again. It’s unhygienic, you know, to wear that thing twenty-four seven.

You start walking – you never look back. I’m always up for a game against you, because you’re someone I haven’t yet beaten. Someday, I’ll beat you. I will. I’ll destroy you, one day. That’s the problem with being at the top – everyone’s always going after you, trying to surpass you, to take your spot. Yuushi says that’s why I’m “infatuated” with you. I’m not, you know. I just want to beat you.

I almost win today. I tell you it’s because I didn’t feel like winning. It’s actually because of you, you know. Your movements are beautiful, almost as beautiful as my own. Watching your muscles tense as you extend your arm to reach for the ball is like seeing art in motion. You are art – classic, Japanese art. You can’t match me, but you are fit to be with me.

We go to my house after. You go shower in the guest bathroom you always use, and I shower in my bathroom. By the time I reenter my room, you’re already there, sitting on one edge of my bed, wearing only your boxers and cap. It’s unusual for you to show this much confidence in your body, as to be undressed without my ordering it, but I like it. I, of course, am not wearing anything. After all, why should I hide perfection? The first item of business, of course, is removing that terrible hat.

Just as I stand over you to pick up the cap and throw it aside though, you wrap your arms around my waist and pull me to you, leaning up and pulling me down so that our lips meet for the first time today. I thread my hands through your still-wet hair – how can you bear to put a hat on wet hair? – and kiss you back, lightly, teasingly. You growl. Tsk tsk, you shouldn’t do that, that just shows your inability to control your desire. Then again, since it’s desire for me, I suppose it can’t be helped. No human is able to resist me.

I pull away and climb, gracefully, of course, to the middle of the bed – why do you always stay near the edge? The bed’s large enough, you know. I can feel your eyes follow me as I move and I smile. Your lust is evident as I push the covers away and sit down on the silks sheets. I can see the rise in your boxers, so just take them off and come here. It’s not like they’re hiding anything.

But you don’t listen to me. You’re the only one who disobeys me, you know. You come over, and kneel over me. I reach my head up for a kiss, but instead, you place your hands on either side of me and nuzzle my neck, then lick it. Mmm that feels good. You press gently at my chest, and I slowly lower myself back against the bed. I want you to kiss me, but of course I would never say anything like that. You’re not a mind reader, I know. So of course you don’t know how badly I want to feel your lips against mine. Instead, you kiss down the center of my chest and stomach, around my left hip and down to my thigh. I’m hard. I may have a body modeled after the gods, but I’m still born of a human.

So I pull at your head, gods I love your hair, but right now, I need you. You look up at me, and your eyes resemble those of a tiger even as your lips part slightly, breath heavier than normal. Beautiful. I can see my erection underneath your head as you bend over it, encircle its base with a hand, and place its tip inside your mouth. Ohhhh I can feel the grooves and pressure of your teeth, and the insides of your lips are so hot and wet around its head. You squeeze the base, rubbing the soft padded tip of your thumb along the now-throbbing vein on the underside of my cock.

I grab a fistful of your hair with one hand as my other reaches out to grasp at the sheets. You suck upwards, audibly popping apart from me before starting to lick along the length of my cock. I pull up my knees on either side of you and maneuver my feet so that they rest against your waist, and as you reach my tip with your tongue and press against the slit, I push down at the waistband of your boxers, skillfully sliding them off your perfectly formed hips and buttocks, breathing hard the whole while to keep from whimpering. You reach a hand around to pull them all the way off, and kick them away, as you caress my hip with the other hand.

You blow across the wet tip of my cock, sending shivers through my entire body, then suddenly open your mouth and take all of me in and I scream, hips thrusting upwards into you, instinct taking over, demanding more sensation, more pleasure, more you and ohhhh gods your mouth is just as talented as you are. Your tongue presses up and rubs against the length of my cock as you deep throat me and my scream dies down as I clench my teeth, trying to ride out the wave of sheer sensation tingling through my every nerve ending. I start gasping, ribs heaving from having held my breath so long, just as you press a slim, long finger into my opening – I didn’t even notice your getting the lubricant, but I can feel the familiar slipperiness of it covering your finger, rubbing against my insides, and I forget to breathe again.

You move your head, forcing my hips still with a powerful grip, sliding my cock in and out of your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head when I’m almost completely out of you and sucking and swallowing when I can feel myself rubbing against the back of your throat, and then you push another finger inside me and start rubbing against my inner muscles, massaging and relaxing them and I moan, the pleasure almost intoxicating. Your fingers brush against something inside me and white sparks explode in front of my eyes and I scream your name, your given name, something I only use when we’re close like this and just like any other couple having sex, not the opponents we are at every other place, every other time.

My cock is so hard its throbbing is starting to hurt, and yet you decide now to pull away from me, sitting up against my thighs, fingers still exploring deep inside me. I reach for the lubricant as you add a third finger inside, stretching me, opening me up for you. I squeeze some cold lubricant directly onto your erect shaft and you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, throwing your head back. Your fingers never stop moving though, rubbing against that spot again and my muscles spasm, hand dropping the tube of lubricant, but that doesn’t matter anymore. Instead, I rub two fingers into the gel dollop and spread it around your cock, slowly encircling it inside my hands and squeezing, rubbing up and down, mimicking a sensation you’d soon be feeling from something tighter than the loose grip I have you in right now.

You pull your fingers out of me, leaving a suddenly empty feeling, and push my hands away. They wrap around your neck instead, and you bend over me and I feel something larger, blunter than the fingers poking at my entrance, but not entering. I pull your head down and my own up so that our lips meet, mouths open, tongues finding each other to start a battle of their own. My legs wrap around your hips and pull you inside me with one slick movement, not wanting to wait a moment longer to feel completion. My mouth goes slack as I fight for breath – you’re so long, so thick, and I’ve missed having you inside me and gods even with your careful preparation, your cock is still too much to have taken at once.

Our foreheads touch – you’re concerned, I know – and you whisper to me, asking me if I’m OK. Of course I am, but ahhhh don’t move just yet, I’m still trying to adjust to your huge size pushing me so open. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you murmur about how tight I am, how hot, how hot I make you, as if I didn’t know already. My body’s perfect for everything, including sex. I force my body to relax, my muscles having tensed without my commanding them to, and the pain from your intrusion ebbs away. I start rocking up against you as I search for your mouth again. You obviously take this as a sign that I’m ready, and, wrapping your arms underneath my torso and joining your hands under my neck, you both pull me closer to you and brace yourself against the bed, before you begin pulling out, ever so slowly, cock rubbing every nerve ending inside my hole as you all but completely leave me.

A quick, rough thrust later, you’re inside me again, and without pause, you pull out again and push in, rhythm building quicker and quicker, and I brace my feet against the bed and push up against you, wanting more. You shift your hips and ohhhhhhhh our kiss becomes an open mouthed mixture of gasps and moans surrounding the furious twisting and pushing of our tongues as my body screams with the pleasure burning through it, exploding from that spot you’ve rubbed against inside me even as your hard stomach rubs against my cock and my hands are wildly threading through your hair, wanting more of you and wanting you to move faster, harder, make me feel good ahhhhhhhhhh.

I push against you, hard, and you comply, knowing exactly what I want, thrusting once, deep and hard, inside me, then holding me tightly against you, still moaning from that thrust, you roll us over so I’m lying on top of you. I pull away from our kiss and sit up on top of you and start rocking on your cock, grinding my rear into your hips, pushing you so deep inside me that I can’t help but cry out your name. You run one hand along my side, brushing a thumb against my nipple, and start stroking my oh so painfully hard erection with your other hand and I can feel tears falling from my eyes at the torturous sensations coming in waves over me as I continue rocking back and forth. My hands join you in rubbing myself and I close my eyes and throw my head back as I start to make small bouncing movements, feeling your shaft again sliding inside me. You sit up and I hug you close and our lips join in another kiss and you’re thrusting your hips up just as I sit downwards to meet you and oh gods oh gods ohhhhh I’m going to cum soon and then you rest one hand back against the bed so you can push up hard, so deep, so good that my muscles lock up, clenching at you tightly inside me, not wanting to let you go, as your hand continues to pull and squeeze at my cock and I’m ahhhhhhhhh... I scream your name and my orgasm takes over all conscious thought but oh gods I can feel your hot cum exploding inside me too, and you start sucking and breathing and gasping against my neck as my head falls back, mind unable to force it up anymore.

We sit like that for a heartbeat, two, three, and then I’m pushing up on my knees and you’re pulling out of me. I fall, limp, against the mattress and you lay down next to me. We both stare at the ceiling, still breathing hard.

Someday, I’ll beat you. After all, I’ve got a lifetime to spend with you, trying.

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It is confirmed - when I'm exhausted and it's past midnight, I write weird stuff. Can you even tell that it's SanaAto? (and is any of the grammar actually right? o.0) Comments loved, critiques adored, everything else happy-fying. =]