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Come on closer....	By : Meggiez Category: +. to F > .hack//SIGN Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Come on closer....
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This takes place after Haseo and Kuhn, but I’m not sure how far ahead. I haven’t beat the third disk (I went back and re-started the second because I’m an idiot), so I’m not sure what happens at the end. Anyway, please enjoy!

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The House of Explosion was packed, people from every walk of life sitting on the cushions and stuffing their gullets senselessly. Long, low scarred tables with a yaki-niku grill smoking liberally from the amount of veggies and meat roasting on it were in neat rows. The lights were dim, their glow having trouble sifting through the heavy haze. Plates heaped with everything from sushi, varying raw meats, vegetables to spaghetti with salmon roe, gyoza and various pre-cooked fingers foods cluttered the space between.

Minori Yuuichi wondered just how he got in this situation. No, he knew how he got into the position, he just didn’t know . Scratch that last part, he knew why, too.

The how was an e-mail shortly after he’d left the hotel to find a place to log into “The World” away from his sensei. Kuhn had heard he was in town and invited Yuuichi to visit him at the arcade he worked at and use the ‘net café. Since the Blade Brandier only mentioned his destination to Haseo and Gaspard, he could make an educated guess on who spilled the beans.

The reason in question had invited him to dine with friends after he got of work at nine. Sadly, the Blade Brandier had assumed it would some of the people that Kuhn worked with. Of course, the party was four females that had nothing to do with the Capcom Arcade. Yuuichi shouldn’t have expected anything less.

The blonde sat across from him, still in his work slacks, collared button up white shirt and black tie, between two women. Of course, Yuuichi was in the same arrangement with the remaining two females. Even having only been introduced to them fifteen minutes ago, he could guess their goals for the night. They were, he decided, clingy creatures.

Mika and Yuuko (Or is it Yuuka? I can’t tell the difference between the twins…) were hanging on either arm of Kasumi Tomonari, the object of the Blade Brandier’s desires. Mika was pretty enough; long black hair pulled into a tail to allow her round face show. Jeans and a dark green, v-neck sweater with the sleeves shoved up to her biceps to reveal long arms. Mika didn’t dress as whore-ish as the twins, who wore their high school uniform that consisted of a sheer white blouse and a pleated short skirt that left nothing to imagination.

“Yuuichi-kuuun…” Masumi purred in his right ear, making him jump and flush. He turned to the large doe eyes set over a button nose. Her surprisingly large breasts pressed against his arm, a playful smile plying on her full lips. Her hair hung free to drape over her shoulders in careful banana curls. All petite softness in a pink sweater and jeans, Masumi was every Japanese man’s dream. That is, if they dreamed of women. “Where are you from?”

“I’m attending college in Sendai, Miyagi.” He informed her, hiding his slight embarrassment behind a polite smile. Yuuka (Yuuko?) was on his left, fingers playing along his thigh suggestively. The muscles beneath the dancing tips twitched and Yuuichi had to suppress the urge to smack it away.

“College! Which one?” Mika perked up, turning away from the blonde who was laughing at something Yuuko (Yuuka?) said.

“Just a small liberal arts one.” He turned his dark eyes to the other girl, blinking out the tears forming. The air was filled with smoke, the fans doing little to alleviate the discharge from the inattentive cooks. Gales of laughter burst out randomly around the large room.

House of Explosion smells just like that. Probably looks like it after everyone’s finished eating, too. They just plop in any position comfortable. He thought as he freed an arm to snatch a piece of chuck finished cooking on the grill before Tomonari. There was a fierce battle for a heartbeat as their chopsticks clashed.

Their eyes met over the table, challenge sparking in the blonde’s smile. They smacked the other’s chopsticks to grab the better quality meat when a filching Yuuka (Yuuko?) took possession. Both men turned and laughed at her smug expression.

“You boys are too slow!” She proclaimed, leaning against Yuuichi’s left and smiling up into his face, tawny eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth. The heavily highlighted shoulder-length hair brushed against his neck. A French manicured hand slipped up his black hoodie (which proclaimed “Rogues do it from behind”) and grazed across his less than firm stomach.

“Yuuko-chan!” (Of course I had them backwards. No surprise Kuhn can tell them apart. ) Tomonari scolded lightly, making the girl jump in surprise and jerk her hand free before Yuuichi could extract it. The blonde dipped a slightly singed mushroom in the sweet sauce and popping it into his mouth before continuing. “That was between men! Women are to wait for the outcome safely on the sidelines!”

“Oh, don’t be a pig.” Yuuka teased from the blonde’s right, taking a sip of her peach sour. She turned her tawny eyes to the raven-haired man and grinned. “What brings you to Kanazawa, Yuuichi-kun?”

“Musuda Shuuji-sama is holding a press conference tomorrow. I’m taking a journalist class from Arima-sensei. He invited me along so I can sit in and take notes.” The Blade Brandier answered, not mentioning his suspicions for Arima-sensei’s invite. He’d turned into the old man’s attendant in the short trip. Making sure they switched the right trains, unpacking the things, setting up the toiletries and preparing the gear they would need for the conference. Probably wanted someone that’d just do as asked without comment. That probably should bother the man, but it didn’t. He liked being useful. “I’ll be here for only a couple of days.”

“Musuda Shuuji?” Yuuko sounded perplexed.

“The Minister of Internal Affairs and Communications.” Masumi injected from his right. Yuuichi didn’t bother hiding his pleased surprise and she fair glowed, making him instantly regret it. “I’m surprised he’s not doing it via video conference. Everyone’s been going digital.”

“Musuda-sama is old fashioned. He’s going to talk about—”

“MOOU!” Yuuka exclaimed, plucking pieces of meat from the grill to rest in her rice. “Who cares? Some old man’s going to talk a lot about nothing; wasting everyone’s time and make himself appear far more important than he is. He’ll make the city a circus with a lot of VIPs and make traffic hell for however long he’s here.”

“So eloquently put.” Tomonari teased, stealing another mushroom from her grasp. “Your level-headed view on the situation is refreshing.”

Yuuichi had to ignore the urge to sigh as the barely legal (if legal at all) girl turned into a puddle of mush beneath the taller man’s attention. Mika pulled out a cigarette and Tomonari, not missing a beat, lit it for her. Masumi, obviously hoping for the same treatment, pulled one from the pack tucked in the shoulder bag.

Discomfort ran through the young man when he caught the lighter Tomonari tossed to him with a grin. (This guy really should just get a job as a bar Host. He’s wasted as an arcade employee.) Yuuichi fumbled but managed to light it when a hand squeezed his left knee. His usually infinite patience was fraying, so he covered the wandering hand with his to hold it in place.

Where does he find these girls? Or do they find him? He thought irritably as the smaller hand turned over to twine her fingers with his. People thought he was unaware of the how popular with females he was. He knew about it, but didn’t comment on it. He wasn’t interested and found it easier to act oblivious. It was harder to do offline, so he just avoided most situations that would involve it. I just have to last until the food is gone…

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Tomonari kept his hands firmly rooted in his pockets as they strolled down the quieting streets. His mood was sour due to the events of the evening. He should be happy that Yuuichi mingled as well as he did. The black-haired man had entertained all four girls with ease that he hadn’t honestly expected.

The jealousy coating his tongue was a bitter pile that he couldn’t wrap his mind around. He hadn’t liked how much attention Yuuko had been paying to the other man’s lap. He saw the little twitches and the knowing smirk on the co-gal’s lips. Masumi had been more refined, keeping her flirtations discrete and throwing disgusted looks at the teen when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

Holding hands under the table. Hell. He played with both of them easily. I shouldn’t be irritated. It’s not like he made suggestion in the first place. He thought as he rolled his shoulders to loosen the knots. They’d split up just after midnight, effectively missing any trains. It’d been a trial to send all four on their way, receiving no help from the younger man.

They were heading to his place; more to save what little they had in their wallets than anything else. His irritation made it hard to make any conversation as they made the mile and a half walk.

“Tomonari-san—” Yuuichi began, but stopped at the sharp look he received from the blonde.

“If you’re going to use an honorific, can’t it be ‘kun’ Yuuichi-chan?” The older man teased, cursing his lack of tact and control. A shy, amused smile was his reward.

“Tomonari-kun. Are you…feeling alright?” He asked a little hesitantly, unsure how the older man would react.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to stay with Yuuko-chan tonight.” He spat thoughtlessly. The brown-eyed man blinked in shock at the acidity of the comment, jaw dropping and speechless. The Steam Gunner wanted to beat his head against the building they were passing. He was acting like Haseo did with Atoli!

“She…uh…isn’t what I look for in a partner.” Yuuichi replied, stumbling and flushing at the suggestion. Anger, the Blade Brandier knew, was a far more appropriate response. He found it hard to rise as he tried to shift through the complicated signals the blonde was giving off.

“What is, then?” Tomonari demanded in a sulking tone, looking at the shorter man out of the corner of his eyes. Their height only differed a couple of inches, so it was barely noticeable. He watched the pale skin darken in a flush and listened to the nervous stutter for a moment.

Yuuichi dragged his fingers through his hair, wondering if he dared to tell the blonde. He stopped walking, the taller man following suite and quirking a brow as he faced him. The Blade Brandier hooked a finger and Tomonari leaned down. He went as if he were going to whisper in the tempting ear, but changed course and slanted his mouth over the inviting lips.

Tomonari jerked back as if burned, his lips and groin tingling from the momentary contact. The wild haired man looked a little hurt but shrugged before answering. “You.”

A series of responses flew through his mind, but the only one that was acceptable was taking the shorter man in an alleyway and having his way with him. His randy body sprang to life and he had to fight to keep from following his instincts.

“Compromise…” he breathed softly as he yanked the confused and worried man off his feet and growled as he nibbled and coaxed the mouth open. Long arms wrapped around his neck, an answering groan making the kiss sweeter.

The tang of seasoned meat and smoke tainted their tongues, but it never tasted more arousing than to the pair. Their bodies strained against one another for the span of innumerable heartbeats. They broke away and returned continuously, eyes burning into one another in the pauses.

“My apartment.” Tomonari mumbled against the moist lips. “A few blocks…”

“We better hurry.” Yuuichi muttered back, fingers playing in the short tail lightly.

Neither was sure how they even made it to the building. It was a blur of groping and kisses, greedy tongues and impatient moans. If Tomonari really tried, he supposed he could map out their haphazard path through the alleyways as a short cut to the elevator he currently was pinning Yuuichi to. The door opened and he could hear a surprised gasp, but paid it no heed. The doors closed once more, neglecting to allow the surprised passenger a chance to board.

”Third floor. Please be careful exiting the elevator.”

Yuuichi wrapped his legs around the lean waste as Tomonari grabbed the soft ass. He carried him out the door and stumbled down the hallway, mouth barely breaking away. The Blade Brandier grunted when he was slammed against the wall, the sound of a key clacking against a cell phone announcing their arrival. The left hand still massaged his ass, nails dragging across the taunt clothe over his crack and sending chills up his spin from the slight vibrations.

They fumbled into the apartment, the keys for the deadbolt and cell for the normal lock dropping to the floor heedlessly as the door locked electronically in their wake. Tomonari toed off his shoes as he felt Yuuichi do the same without taking his legs from their position. They barely broke away from the greedy mouths to breathe and he pressed the man against the wall. Free hands slid up the hoodie and undershirt to sample the skin beneath. His captive moaned, twisting to press more firmly against the harder body. The bare feet dropped to the floor, giving the Blade Brandier more room to maneuver for what he wanted.

Yuuichi’s hands snapped open the slacks and slid the zipper down. The loose garment fell away to tangle at the tall man’s ankles, leaving the tented silk boxers behind. He palmed the hard member through the soft fabric, drawing a hungry growl from the tall blonde. Their mouths slanted hard against another, teeth scrapping at lips and tongue. One handed, the Blade Brandier unbuttoned the jeans confining his too tightly confined phallus, goose bumps flashing over his flesh as they dropped to his ankles. He shoved down his boxers next, mewling into the blonde’s mouth passionately.

Tomonari’s body burned, hips thrusting against the soft hand restlessly. His mind was a haze, overpowered by oversensitive nerves that the raven headed man plucked so effortlessly. He wanted everything all at once. Yuuichi’s skin, mouth, tongue, cock, ass, hands, legs, chest, fingers…he wanted it all and it was driving him to distraction.

“You keep that up…” he murmured into the mouth a moment, suckling the bottom lip and dragging his teeth against it lightly. “I won’t be responsible for what I do to you, Yuuichi-chan.” He yanked the hoodie and shirt off and threw it across the bedroom/kitchen before returning to his meal mindlessly

The brown-eyed man opened his mouth to reply, but Tomonari dove his tongue into the maw and ravished it thoroughly. He crushed the shorter man against the wall, stilling the hand that seemed so intent on undoing him. His mouth slipped from the bruised lips, investigating Yuuichi’s throat with teeth; sending chills down the captive’s body.

“Tomonari-kun is all talk and no a—AH!” He gasped when teeth dug into the fleshy part at the base of his neck and shoulder, paralyzed with the sensations playing throughout his body. He bucked and arched against the caging body, mind blanking as chills and heat alternately ran his nerves raw. He reached up with his free hand and dug into the blonde strands, twisting them in wanton abandon.

The Steam Gunner moved just enough to hook the bare knees with his hands, hoisting the smaller body against him. Yuuichi wrapped long arms around the man’s neck, nibbling along the delicate shell and grinding his body shamelessly. Tomonari hissed in impatience whirling around, striding to the only counter and shoving the dishes into the sink heedlessly. He dropped the Bland Brandier onto the edge so the ass hung over and shoulders pressed against the wall. Large hands slammed on either side of the dark head and overshadowing the shorter man.

Yuuichi circled his legs around the slim hips, grabbing the tie to yank the taunting mouth to his. One hand threaded along the blonde’s nape, up and bracing the captive body against the wall. Tomonari’s hips ground against the naked phallus, instigating his prisoner’s to grate in response.

The Blade Brandier couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t as if he were a blushing virgin in any case. He knew what he wanted and he’d be damned if the Steam Gunner was going to give and receive a hand job. He wanted penetration.

The younger man’s left hand dropped from kneading the strong shoulder to his cock. He coated his fingers with a thick film of pre-cum, squeezing his knees to still Tomonari’s gyrating hips. A growl in protest vibrated against his swollen lips, sending pricks of pleasure rushing over the Blade Bradier’s skin. He reached between them, shifting his hips so he could easily access his hole and dipped in his fingers.

The Steam Gunner leaned back, watching the heavily hooded brown eyes look up at him lustfully. His own dark eyes slide down, watching the lubed fingers pump and scissor. He reach down and freed his ready member, rubbing his fingers over the swollen head to make use of the leakage. He knelt down, kissing and nipping the thighs in greeting before pressing his face against the busy hand and darting his tongue between the digits.

“Tomo-kun!” Yuuichi groaned, the wet organ teasing the stretching hole while the balmy breath invaded the cavern to send delightful sensations throughout his body. His fingers stilled, relishing the heat surging through him at each raspy stroke.

“Don’t stop, Yuu-chan…” Tomonari ordered huskily, eyes peering up at the withering man. The digits began to work again, but more sluggish than before. The Steam Gunner added his own, helping to stretch as he continued to molest the widening sphincter with his tongue.

A sharp yank at his tie forestalled his next probing stroke, brown eyes flicking up the impatient Yuuichi. The raven headed man’s face was flushed, lips parted as he panted heavily. He looked over the soft lines of the man’s body, eating up the sight. It was a cuddling body, one that demanded to be held and caressed. Sadly, Tomonari’s sense flew out the window at the insistent tugs. It was impossible to be calm and rational when his partner hell bent on being ravished.

Yuuichi couldn’t think past anything but the blonde between his thighs. It was maddening, the teasing tongue and deft fingers that tangled with his and massaged his walls. The Steam Gunner didn’t stop taunting him, feverish gazes locked as the taller man tongued and suckled his sack in an unhurried manner.

“Tomonari-kun!” The shorter man growled in warning, wrenching the tie with such force the Steam Gunner was forced to follow.

“You seemed like such a mild mannered guy.” Tomonari commented as he grasped the hips, thumbs pressing into the pelvis lightly. The ebony bangs were plastered to the man’s forehead, sweat breaking out over his ivory skin.

“Everyone has flaws.” He pointed out gruffly, his hand capturing the tormenter’s phallus and soothing the weeping member with his left as his right grabbed the dish soap. Tomonari let his head roll back as the Blade Brandier took control, polishing the shaft with squeezing strokes. He drizzled the soap along the erection, lathering it up before guiding the overshadowing body closer with his heels.

The swollen cock pressed against the expanded hole, the soapy hand circling from the shaft to the slim hips to coax Tomonari closer. The blonde groaned, leaning until their foreheads pressed together, sweat mingling. The brown eyes locked on one another, Yuuichi turning up his face until their parted lips brushed and they tasted each other on each heavy breath.

The head slipped past the first ring, the sphincter clutching at the base almost painfully and drawing out a groan. The sultry entrance alleviated the overpowering need and the blonde basked in the glow, memorizing the specks of green and copper that glowed in Yuuichi’s brown eyes. His thumbs stroked and massaged the base of the lonely cock, lips twitching into a smile at the delicious whimpers he called forth.

Patience fraying to a thread, Yuuichi tightened his legs around his partner’s waist. He fisted the shirt, yanking it open and spraying buttons everywhere as he claimed the hovering mouth. His blunt nails dug into the flushed skin as Tomonari thrust all the way in. Tongues dancing and hands massaging, they set a fierce rhythm.

The skin that touched smoldered, their bodies glazed with sweat that caught the weak light pouring from the windows. Locked in a frenzied embrace, they fed off the other’s reactions. Yuuichi’s unabashed cries at each downward stroke fanned the fire burning in Tomonari’s loins. The black-haired man was a heady drug, only making him want more. The hands traced the muscles flexing along his spine, heels urging him onward.

“You feel so good.” Tomonari whispered into the hungry mouth.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Yuuichi gasped back, his hands gliding up the damp back to hook on the thick shoulders. His tongue lapped at the swollen lips and he bowed his back to brush against the body trapping his. The shirt draped to either side of the Blade Bradier’s body, a parody of modesty as the Steam Gunner teased with the leaking slit, but ignored the needy shaft.

“You like that?” He asked, nuzzling the face to the side so he could find the sensitive ear. He traced the edge with his tongue, harsh breath pouring into the channel and eliciting an affirmative moan from Yuuichi. “Dirty boy…”

The pair felt a little embarrassed at the comment, but it was swallowed by the raging endorphins. The raven haired man felt his body flush with a little more than coyness, fueled by the obvious approval in the blonde’s voice.

“What do you do to dirty boys?” He goaded after a heartbeat, turning to suckle and mark the neck lightly before the blonde gave a lustful growl and claimed his mouth. Tomonari’s angle improved, driving hard past the sensitive gland.

Yuuichi thought of nothing but the blonde stimulating his prostate with every stroke and milking more than just cries. When Tomonari’s hand found his begging erection, he almost lost it. The palm rubbed the spongy underside, taking the shorter man’s breath away at the mind numbing vibes. He arched against the barely clad chest, mouth breaking away to open soundlessly. He came in a mind dazzling rush, Tomonari’s name dancing on the tip of his tongue, but his mind was too numb to recall the command.

Tomonari stared down, breathing harshly as he felt the body bow against his, gaze drinking in the Blade Brandier in the throes of his release. He pumped shallowly, focusing on the prostate, loving the drawn out guttural cry that could probably be heard a couple of apartments down. He held out for as long as possible, but the ring tightened around his aching member and made it impossible to deny.

His arms wrapped around Yuuichi’s torso, face buried in the dewy throat to take in the musky scent of sex and Yuuichi. He fit his hips roughly against the pinned ones, burying his cock in the moist heat to empty himself completely. White-hot bliss surged through his mind, erasing coherent thought. The world slowed for him, containing only him and the man he was rooted in. Muscles strung so tight, if he’d been thinking he would have wondered if they’d snap.

The world rushed to catch with the pair, surprising them both into collapsing on the counter, spent. There wasn’t much concern for their soapy, sweaty, sticky mess they were. Tomonari clutched Yuuichi close, standing up with the shorter man in his grasp, letting his slowly softening member fall from the hot channel. He stumbled to his futon, trying to coax more kisses from the mouth.

Tomonari collapsed on his back, holding the raven-haired man on top him. He knew they should bathe or at the least, clean up. The action seemed to demand too much energy on both their parts and they fell to sleep clinging to one another.

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The blonde’s fingers twirled the black strands of the sleeping man listlessly. He was naked, having undressed sometime in the few hours he’d been asleep. Yuuichi slept like a rock, staying in his slumber with an enviable obstinacy. It was a little past seven and it was strange to be awake before his partner. Of course, all he had to go off of was Ryou.

He didn’t want to compare the two, but it was hard to avoid. His experiences with men were limited to the two, therefore his conclusions had to be drawn from them. They couldn’t be more of opposites if they’d tried.

Ryou was a hard person in attitude and body, offering nothing without a considerable amount of effort from the inquisitor. From the way he dressed to his apartment, he was a contained person who was still learning the basics of society in his late teens. He took responsibility for his actions and didn’t hesitate to be dependable to those close to him.

The week he’d been with him had been an eye opener. Juggling school, work, visiting Shino, “The World”, fierce workouts and other menial tasks everyday with ease. He went from knowing next to nothing about the brunette to knowing far too much.

Yuuichi wasn’t the same. He knew quite a bit about the Blade Brandier from the e-mails they’d traded. The ebony-haired man’s apartment was a mess, his addiction to the game obvious. There were efforts to reduce the soft layer that Tomonari had enjoyed. No work, but a student with average grades. Humble and good-natured, always willing to listen, help or share. More of a follower than a leader, but he was just as responsible when it came to tasks.

Surprisingly impatient in person, though. He thought with a smile as he traced the delicate shell through the raven threads. Not nearly as shy in bed. He’s more involved in sex, but that’s probably because he’s experienced. Even with that, I’d thought he’d be more submissive from the way he avoided being in charge. Haseo was indecisive and awkward in bed and I didn’t much of a chance to help him get over that. How the hell can I be OK with all this?

—“I don’t think we should continue this relationship.” Ryou said over breakfast the day Tomonari was to fly out of Haneda Airport. The blonde set the bowl of miso back on the zataku, looking at the paler teen. The scarlet eyes flicked up and the Rogue scowled and flushed at the hurt expression on the older man’s face. “If you’d think about it, you’d understand why.”

When Tomonari remained silent, the flustered Ryou put down his bowl of rice and shifted uncomfortably. “Opposites attract, yes, but that doesn’t mean they fit. Our lives would be a train wreck if we tried to take this past a physical level. Listen, it’s for the best. Long distance relationships are hard, anyway. I’d hate knowing that you’re flirting with every female that can walk.”

He held up a hand to forestall whatever it was that Tomonari was going to say, staring into the dark eyes. “I won’t ask you not to. If I changed you, it’d negate what attracted me to you to begin with. If we met up and are still single, I don’t mind repeating this week, but I don’t want anything than a physical or platonic relationship with you off “The World.” —

The Steam Gunner was glad that the Rogue was mature beyond his years. It’d have been embarrassing in the long run. Of course, Tomonari had accepted that fact on the flight back. They were extreme opposites and wouldn’t balance each other at all. Ryou had a controlled life in the midst of a mess. Tomonari found it easy to go with the flow and insinuate his plans along the way.

Where Ryou’s apartment was empty and characterless, the Steam Gunner’s was controlled clutter. The easily provoked Rogue wouldn’t handle Tomonari’s social life and independent nature. He wouldn’t be able to take the brunette’s lack thereof and controlled environment. He couldn’t even call Ryou by his given name…even at the airport he called him ‘Haseo.’

Tomonari sighed, staring down at the man in his arms. Where Ryou was lust, Yuuichi was something more. The feelings were far more tangible. It reminded him of the stirrings he’d felt with Mai. He stroked the soft body, admiring it as his body roused with a flicking need.

He maneuvered the soft body onto its side, kissing the exposed neck lightly as he slid a hand down the skin to the round ass cheek. He wanted more with the shorter man. He wanted everything. Gender didn’t matter to him anymore. It was all the person and the one below him was desirable to let lie.

“Yuuichi-chan…” He breathed into the ear, earning a soft growl that could have been a moan of annoyance. He cocked his leg, guiding the man’s forward and granting him access to the still wet, stretched hole. “I want you…”

The raven-haired man continued to sleep, blissful in his coma-like state. That was an endearing feature. Ryou had awoken before him and left bed, or instigated a quick bout of sex. It was hard to get the teen to take things easy. Yuuichi begged for it with every line of his body.

Tomonari shifted just enough to grab the lotion to smear on his erection, breathe coming in soft gasps in anticipation. He ignored the sticky mess of dried soap and leaked semen, pressing his aching tip against the entrance. Yuuichi gave a soft whimper and stirred. The blonde panted in that ear and bit the ridge. “I’m gonna take you…”

He pressed inside the dark channel, not surprised when Yuuichi awoke with a gasp, unable to ignore the sudden pressure. Tomonari groaned as the hole clenched his head in a wet, sucking kiss. He steadily pressed onward, his shaft throbbing under the stress.

“Tomo-kun!” Even being relatively loose, it was a still a shock to be invaded without much in the way of preparation.

“Relax, dirty boy…I know you want it.” He murmured in the ear, his left hand slipping around the ass and thigh, forcing the leg to bend further up against the man’s chest. He stroked the weeping phallus, giving it a glistening coat of moisture. “See? What’d I tell you?”

“Ahhhh…uunnn!” Yuuichi gasped, rocking back and forth, effectively alternating between fucking the warm, lubed hand and impaling on the Steam Gunner’s cock. His mind latched onto the dark, sultry voice goading and coaxing him at every turn. If he’d been more conscious, he probably would have been terribly uncomfortable with the talk. Still shaking off the land of dreams, his mind was slow to delve into any issues beyond physical gratification.

“That’s right…move faster…I like dirty boys who work for it.” His right hand curved under the neck, finding a rigid nipple and pinching it till the Blade Brandier cried out in pleasure. Waves of want and need raked the impaled body, demanding more. The Steam Gunner was mesmerized by the thrusting body beneath him, wanting to play in the film of sweat forming over their flesh. “Harder Yuu-chan.” He urged in harsh whisper, tonguing the sensitive ear. “You’re so tight…I’m gonna come soon…make me come…”

“Tomo-kun!” The bottom panted, slamming his hips back against the hard phallus at the hand tightened around his throbbing erection. The thumb stroked and teased the leaking slit. The wet organ playing in his ear made thunderous noises that made him clinch inwardly and want to beg. The pounding of Tomonari’s heart was a steady, thundering beat against his back. He wanted to hear that voice more, have that dark tone tease his insides. “I want more!” He grit out between clenched teeth, thrusting madly as his prostate warmed under the abuse and craving more. Force was building, agonizing and all consuming as it waited to slip free. “Bite me! Please!”

“Dirty boy...” Tomonari growled and biting the ear and sending nerve-wracking tingles down the wanton boy. “If you want it, you’re gonna have to take it. Make me come!” He breathed, nuzzling the neck exposed as the head leaned back. The body arched, a ragged cry bursting free as the finger twisted the nipple and Yuuichi found release. Tomonari’s fist slammed against the Blade Brandier’s pelvis, squeezing the base roughly as he felt the seed surge and force past his palm. He groaned, thudding his hips firmly against the ass, driving his cock home and grinding the prostate. “Urrrr!”

His mouth found the still gaping one of Yuuichi’s forcing his tongue down the cavernous maw and emptying his load into the balmy, clenching depths. Their fervent actions began to calm, the thick muscles playing in the other’s mouth as their members began to soften. Tomonari was half lying on the smaller body, falling from the full cavern. He continued to fondle Yuuichi was he pulled away from the swollen lips and smiling at the flushed face.

I’ll be damned if I let a little distance break us apart. I wanna see if I can make this work. The sex isn’t what makes it worth it…it’s just him…So soft, easy going, helpful and still sociable no matter how much he plays. Perfect in every way. It didn’t even bother the blonde that he hadn’t even considered being with a man before he met Ryou and Yuuichi. He went with the flow. Women all seemed to be the same, anyway. At least, the ones he knew were.

“Tomo-kun…” Yuuichi whimpered as the busy left hand left his soft phallus to play in the loaded ass. He didn’t know if he could take another round of sex so quickly. The Steam Gunner was eager, which was beyond every expectation he ever had. Lovable, quick-witted, even tempered, helpful, wonderfully attractive Tomonari. Everything and more he was looking for in a partner. “What time is it…?”

“Almost eight…no worries. The conference isn’t until two, right?” He splayed three fingers in the hole, stretching it as it let the body fluids mixed with soap and lotion drizzle over them. He lapped up the salty sweat on the throat light and muttered against the lips. “Shower…sex…breakfast…sex…and another shower with sex. We should be ready to get you back then.”

Yuuichi groaned in mock horror, trying to squirm from beneath the blonde. “I won’t be able to sit still or concentrate on the Minister!” He laughed as Tomonari stilled the hips and forced his ass into the air, fingers massaging the pelvis. Yuuichi’s cock twitched a little in answer, hole throbbing impatiently to be invaded again. The laughter died, replaced by breathless gasps as he turned up and saw a smirking blonde thrusting his ready cock up and down the lubed crack. “You’re serious! No! Bad Tomonari-kun! You’re totally destroying the structured plan you just presented!”

The dark brown eyes blinked and he burst into laughter, letting his body fall over the one still on all fours. “Fine, fine…as long as I get to enjoy you as much as possible, Yuu-chan. I don’t when I’ll be able to see you again.”

“Summer break, I’m free.” Yuuichi offered slowly, letting the implications of the statement sink in. It was way more than he expected, but he’d take it. Gladly. He’d been mooning over the Steam Gunner since they first met. Even after the evasive and secretive actions began, he couldn’t shake his hunger for the older man’s company. “If I can get hired on after college, you can come live with me if you’re not too busy.”

Tomonari paused, sensing what he was trying to test out. Those were pretty long-term plans. He had nothing to hold him to Kanazawa beyond work. Yuuichi had plans, but was trying to incorporate him already. If they hadn’t been talking for over a year on the ‘net, Tomonari might have been scared off but the crushing idea of commitment. I’m tired of drifting...

Yuuichi shifted, feeling the topping man stiffen. He began to think he was moving too fast for the freedom loving Steam Gunner when he felt his hole being forced open by a swollen cock. “Oi!”

“You’ll take it and like it.” Tomonari goaded, sucking on the bottom lip and digging his fingers into the greasy hair. “Change of plans. Sex in shower, breakfast, sex, sex in shower and then we’ll get you ready. Come back after you finish your work so I can work out something else. I want you limping onto that train so you don’t forget me.”

Arms hooked under the pits of the man below him, he pulled him up and gravity moved the body onto the erection. The ass fit perfectly against the pelvis, legs dangling as Tomonari shifting his body so Yuuichi was firmly planted

“Oh, FUCK!” The curse escaped from the imprisoned man’s lips, turning on Tomonari more. He’d never heard such a filthy word from the Blade Brandier before and he wanted to learn what else he could persuade the man to do.

“Correct! I’ll help you walk to the shower so we can clean up a little.” He kissed the shoulder, eyes gliding down to watch the black-haired man’s cock twitch and swell. Sure, there was more to a relationship than sex. They could explore something other than one another’s anatomy over breakfast.

Maybe.

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A/N: Thank you for the challenge Trinity Umegaki. I just hope I didn’t let you down. A hard chapter to write. I couldn’t decide on how to begin it. Once the sex started…it was hard to end it. Quite the opposite with Haseo and Kuhn, sadly. They were a one-shot through and through. LOL As I explained in this chapter why. ^-^

Maybe there was too much smut…please tell me if it was an issue…It was pretty embarrassing to write some of this (was it embarrassing to read?). I lost count of how many times I’ve had to re-read it to try to clear out errors…if there’re still some, feel free to point them out! I’ll fix them right up!

Oh, Yaki-Niku is AWESOME. Google it! Some people complain (I came to a restaurant to eat, not to cook the food!) but I love those places! Sadly, the detail was lacking the area because I’m more familiar with Tokyo and its surrounding prefectures than Kanazwa. Anyway, I can’t think of anything else that needs to be explained…
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