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Title: Love Song

Author: beyondthemoor
on LJ

Genre: PWP/lemon

Rating: M

Pairing: Shuurei
x Seiran

Warnings: Lemon/smut,
fanservice

AU/Canon: Canon

Words: Approx.
1,300

Prompt: Love Song

Summary: Shuurei
x Seiran. Written for the April 2010 saiun_challenge comm prompt, �Love Song�.
PWP, Seiran hates Ensei, but he is occasionally useful. Especially in his
absence�

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Slow, careful, practiced movements.

Slower, slower�

The muscles of his back, legs, and abdomen flexed with each
satisfying action.

Repeat.

Slow, careful, practiced movements.

He had to hold out; it would be the end of him if he were to
give in now.

The rustle of loose, light fabric, the breeze through the
open window.

A single drop of sweat beaded at the top of his spine, and
made its way achingly slowly to his sensitive, exposed tailbone.

Seiran felt them all cross his slightly damp skin, heard
their familiar, comforting sounds, like music, but refused to be distracted
from his meditation. It was something he�d taken to doing more and more often,
lately, to help him with his self-control since Ensei had decided to stay with
them on a semi-permanent basis at the Kou residence. He�d tried to persuade the
imposing �guest� to leave for greener pastures, had �accidentally� locked him
out on a number of occasions, and had full-out thrown him over the wall at
least twice. Yet the scruffy �frenemy� always returned, like a boomerang. A
loud, obnoxious boomerang.

Feeling his neck tiring, Seiran gently let his head drop,
not missing the soft murmur of pleasure it brought to release at least that
small tension.

Yes, Ensei was indeed a distraction.

He was also, in Seiran�s humble opinion (not that he was
biased), a nuisance. Always barging in and annoying him, even worse, taking up his
Ojou-sama�s precious free time with ridiculous offers of entertainment &
amusement. And support. Well, she didn�t need support, and if she did, she
could get it from him, not Ensei. It
was just a way to separate her from him, Seiran was sure of it. To annoy him
further.

Speaking of support�

Slow, careful, practiced movements�

There was a tension in his shoulders, suddenly, and pressure
against his chest and lower body; Seiran took the opportunity to let a low
breath escape from between his clenched teeth as he felt the pressure mounting
within him. His laboured exhalation ignited a quick gasp and faint, almost
silent cry in reaction to the hint his control was slipping, and it was almost
cyclical how that sound further stoked him, now, to release a low growl deep in
his own throat as he was forced to shift his movements again.

Slow, careful, practiced movements�--!

Then it happened, that sudden inhalation that meant that his
movements had triggered something greater. Power flowed through his hot veins,
and Seiran felt himself tensing with the sensations that overran him.

Struggling to maintain the slow, controlled pace, Seiran
tried to shift his attention back to what�or rather, who�had been aggravating
him recently.

Yes, Ensei. He had to go.

He�d sent the man on an errand that morning, and he wasn�t
due back until very late afternoon, but Seiran knew better than to expect him
to actually arrive on time.

A muted sigh, that was quickly interrupted by a hitch of
sweet breath, then the panting began.

Slow, careful, practiced--!

(squeeze)

Seiran�s eyes clenched shut a moment as his meditation
failed, and he felt all his carefully controlled practice slipping away, his
movements increasing in vigour and frequency.

(a pleading moan)

He couldn�t hold out against that beautiful music.

Her music.

One of his large hands reached out to rub a thumb over a taut
rosebud that had been taunting and tempting him mercilessly.

With a gasp, Shuurei�s back arched straight up off the bed,
and Seiran felt himself grow even harder within her.

Finally free of his distractions, Seiran now turned his
attentions over to his responsive Ojou-sama. He would never tire of their
rhythm.

Beneath him, Shuurei�s breath ghosted across his cheek to
his ear, the tender noises she made as he slid in and out of her triggering
something almost primal deep within the stoic man and he felt the muscles of
his lower back tensing again in anticipation.

Reaching down, he pulled one of her slender legs up around
his trim hips, his rough fingertips leaving fire-hot trails along the curve of
her side, to settle themselves firmly at the flare of her hip.

At his increased pace, both Shuurei�s hands moved from his
chest to catch behind the tall man�s neck, holding herself to him, pressing her
chest to his, kissing him feverishly.

�Yes, Seiran��

It was punctuated by a throaty moan as her lover lifted her cradling
hips higher to meet his and he adjusted their angle in order to penetrate her
deeper, eliciting even more erotic sounds from her.

As her cries started to rise in familiar pitch, a wonderful sign
she was building towards her peak, Seiran finally allowed himself to break free
of his other thoughts completely, the ones that distracted him just enough so
he could bring his lady to her climax before his own. He would never make it
otherwise, too engrossed was he usually in how good she could make him feel.

With a final prayer of thanks to the gods for keeping Ensei
away, finally, long enough for him to thoroughly pleasure his lover, Seiran boosted
Shuurei up against the headboard of the bed in a swift movement. He pinned her
there, one strong arm holding her in place before driving into her madly with
his desperation, his head thrown back and teeth clenched tight; his other
forearm and fist were jammed up against the wall beside her head to steady
himself as her gasps drove him on, harder and harder with each struggle for
breath from her beautiful mouth; each cry ripped from her throat, until she was
screaming for him, only him, and her orgasm crested and burst through her,
followed quickly by his own.

Their cry of release was loud and passionate and honest, and
it carried on the breeze.

Eventually, as their hearts beat hard within them, still
racing from adrenaline and lust, silence fell.

Later, the room lay quiet except for their ragged inhalations;
they both struggled to catch their breath while they still trembled occasionally
with pleasant aftershocks. Their eyes opened, met, and conveyed everything they
didn�t need to say in words.

Now sated, and still feeling possessive, Seiran lowered his
head, his pale hair completely loose from Shuurei�s roving fingers earlier on
in their encounter, to rest his forehead on her narrow shoulder; Shuurei did
the same, her flushed cheeks and bright eyes blatant evidence of her thoroughly
satisfied state. He felt her words as he nuzzled the still-rapid pulse at her
throat.

�We� we need to get rid of him more often��

�Agreed.�

�Long, calloused
fingers gradually released their fisted-grip to slip lovingly into Shuurei�s
long, now-tangled hair. Seiran finger-combed it a few moments as their breaths
mixed through a deep, languourous kiss; he cupped the back of her head to bring
her closer to deepen the exchange a moment, before reclining Shuurei slightly
and laying down with her beneath the sheets. They rustled slightly as they
settled around them.

�We haven�t heard from Kourin and Eigetsu in a while,� she
murmured tiredly, sleep already pulling at her as warm arms rested snugly around
her middle.

�Mmm�� Seiran wasn�t thinking of much of anything at that
moment, so grateful was he just to have Shuurei all to himself.

�� We should send them a letter��

�Mmm��

�We should send Ensei with a letter.�

�Oh yes, that�s a very good idea.�

Shuurei chuckled as Seiran squeezed her tight, giving her a
few more kisses before they both dozed off.

He loved it when they practiced making love songs.

�Oy, �jou-chan! Seiran! I brought back the ... Oy! Where are
you? �jou-chan?... Hello?...�

Ensei scratched his head as he looked around the kitchen.

It was suppertime, wasn�t it?

Where was everyone?...

Hadn�t Seiran said something about �jou-chan needing to
practice her music?... Maybe she wasn�t done practicing yet�

(For the record, Seiran made sure Shuurei got lots and lots
of practice.)

AN: Concrit
appreciated, as I�m still learning the ropes with my lemon-writing skills.
:)�
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