Spring Candy Kiss

AN: *blush* Ara…. This is my first yaoi lemon, so please have mercy… I’m trying to see the extent of my writing abilities as a yaoi authoress. Well, enjoy the show! WARNINGS: This is a Hatori x Momiji yaoi lemon shouta fanfiction mini-series. If you don’t like shouta, explicit details of possible squick sexual acts or this pairing, please don’t send flame mail, however constructive replies are welcome!
REVISION ALERT!: I actually changed the ending of Finding the Meaning of Christmas, which already conflicts with this story. Rather than having the story begin where FMC ended, it somewhere a year and a few months after Book 10 (the one with Kisa on the front), okay? Enjoy the story!
Revised SN: After Book 10. Told in Hatori’s POV…
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Hatori’s POV

Christmas 2001…

“Hari, I a C a Christmas present for you!”
I look at Momiji with surprise as he bounded outside the open shoji, the snow still lightly settled on his small frame. His rosy cheeks as his light brown shined with joy. I felt my heart pound out of my chest at the mere sight of the Rabbit. His joyful countenance reminds me of Kana, but I won’t let that be the reason why I taking a liking of a romantic sort to a boy whom I practically raised after the incident with his mother. I walked over him to see what present that he gotten for me. He gave me a big smile as he practically shoved the present in my hands.
“It’s not much, but I hope you’ll like it!” Momiji said, but I noticed a tinge of nervousness in his usual confident, happy tone. I looked at the wrapped present.
“Thank you after going though all that trouble.” I said as I felt his small hands grab one of my arms.
“Come on, Hari! Open it!” He said.
I looked at him as he smiled at me. Kids these days, willing to break tradition (1). I slowly opened the wrapping neatly as I opened the box to find a long red scarf. It wasn’t manufactured, that I can tell by the small amount of loose holes in the yarn. I took it out and saw a stitching of ‘HS’ and a small dragon on the left side of the scarf. Even though the scarf wasn’t prefect like the ones in the department stores, the craftsmanship is nothing to scoff at. Did he make this? “Momiji?”
I looked at him, hoping for an explanation, but he was looking at the ground. “Hai, I made it for you.”
I wasn’t prepared with the outburst of the feeling of bliss that ran thought out my body when he said those words. “For me?”
Then Momiji did the next thing he does when he’s nervous, he started to become hyperactive. “Yes! I asked Tohru if she knew how to make things out of scratch, instead of buying something out of the department stores this year. She thought it would be a good idea if I make a scarf and taught me how to knit! I was horrible at first but I got better and better by practicing everyday!”
I lift an eyebrow at him. “So you made one for everybody?”
Then I looked at him in surprise, as I saw a blush ran across his small face. “I spend so much time making this scarf that I ended up buying everyone else presents from the department store…”
That’s strange… Momiji wouldn’t disregard anybody like that, even though I’m elated that he chosen to gave his only handcrafted scarf to me. “Really?”
“N-No…actually, that was a lie.” He said as he started to shake.
“Momiji?” I’m starting to get worried, until I he felt hugged my waist, his face on my chest.
“I’m sorry, Hari… don’t hate me…”
“Momiji, what are-”
“I made it because I love you!”
I stood here in shock as the impact of his confession hits me. I know what Momiji meant by loving me. It wasn’t a love that of a parent and child, or even the kind that siblings share, it was something more personal and very different, a love of a person who he wanted as a lover. “Momiji… it’s okay.” I said as I hugged him.
“Hari?”
“I feel the same way about you…”
Momiji lifted his head and stared at me with so much adoration. “Really, Hari?”
I wrapped the scarf around my neck and gave him a small smile, the smiles that I only share with him. “Yes.” Then a kissed him on the cheek.
When I pulled back, I inwardly smiled at the large blush sporting around his cheeks. I felt his hand intertwining with mine, it felt nice…
“Um, Hari, would you like to watch the snow with me?”
I looked at him, as felt his face in my hands. “Yes, I would.”
For the first time, I understood Kana and Tohru meant by snow brings spring as Momiji and I shared our first kiss under the glow of the moon above us. Our relationship was everything made of fairytales. It was innocent and sweet. I thought that our relationship will have no problems, but I knew someday will prove me wrong, and id pid prove me wrong… dead wrong when spring came around… (2)
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Spring Candy Kiss
Part One: Sweet Candy Tasting

Spring, 2002…

“Hari? Are you okay? You sound a bit tired.” His dulcet voice said, though the shoji of my office.
“It’s nothing, Momiji. I’m just finishing up some things.” I said.
I waited until I heard his footsteps patter away. I sighed as I leaned back into the chair of my desk, rubbing my erection through my pants. It’s getting harder these days to ignore it, no pun ided.ded. Momiji and I been in a less than lovers relationship for quite a while. We pretty much done everything that a couple usually does: go to the movies, eat at ice cream parlors… well, it’s usually Momiji eating the ice cream while I sit in content with my iced coffee. However, lately our relationship has been a bit tense and I have been having these dreams of the not-so-innocent sort about Momiji. Now, it’s impossible for me not to feel some sort of arousal when he’s near. His sweet pink lips, his golden, soft hair, his big, innocent brown eyes… I leaned into the touch of my tight slacks, rubbing the bulge roughly. I need to come now…

“Hari? I have your lunch, can I come in?”
I stopped the rubbing and tried to hide the bulge in my doctor’s coat. I coughed.
“Momiji, you may come in.”
When he did, my throat went dry. He scooted in with the bento box in his small hands. His white, very short, shorts revealed his smooth, hairless thighs. I unconsciously licked my lips. This lunch will be torture.
“Hari, what’s wrong? You seem to be a bit tense? Is there anything I can do?” Momiji said as he put the bento box on the desk as he hovered over me, probably checking out if I was fine. He put his hand on my forehead. Oh god, his hand felt so soft.
“No, I’m fine. Just I bit tired, I suppose.” I said as I’m trying to push him away.
He pouted. His bottom lip silently begged to be nibbled with. I was so entranced with his lips that I didn’t notice him move until I felt him taking a seat on my lap.
“I know! Hari needs a hug!” Momiji said as he happily wrapped around his arms around my neckwas was nervous as hell, he was just a few centimeters from my erection, and I don’t want him to know how much a pervert I was. His squirming wasn’t helping matters either. I tried to detangle his arms from my neck until one of his hops landed straight on my erection. I hissed in pleasure, faintly feeling the grooves of his posterior on my hard penis. His eyes widen in shock as he sit still.
“Hari? What’s that stick in your pants, it’s sticking into my butt!” he said as he started squirming on it. “Ooh, move it, please, it’s uncomfortable!”
I couldn’t stop them as the moans escaped my throat as he wiggled on top of my bulge. I grabbed his hips and kept them still. The air around me sparkled with sexual desire as I put my lips into his. It was a chaste kiss, like the many kisses we had previously shared… but I’m going to take this much further than before. I grinded his hips onto the erection. He gasped as I put my tongue into his small mouth. His mouth tasted so sweet, with a bit of a tangy flavor; probably from that sour candy he was eating earlier. His muffled cries and moans had turned me on even more than I already was. I released his mouth as we took deep breaths of air. Momiji looked so… fuckable… at that moment. His cheeks inflamed with passion, his clothes a bit ruffled up from my groping, his now red lips panting… a perfect symbol of innocent sexuality. I looked down and saw his erection bulging out proudly from those pants.
“Hari, I know what you want…”
I stare at him in shock and started to shake my head. This isn’t the Momiji I knI stI stared at disbelief as he slid off my lap as he laid his head near my erection and nuzzled it with his cheek.
“Hari, teach me everything… please…” Momiji said he stared at me with those same beautiful brown eyes. I let out a hoarse groan. Momiji like this was weird, but at the same time extremely sexy. I grabbed his chin and stared at his huge brown eyes.
“Take off those fuck-me shorts, now.” I demanded. I blinked, was that really me demanding like that? All thoughts flew out the window as Momiji stood up and started to unbutton those white shortt wat was like slow motion as his small hands pulled the shorts down, revealing his white briefs straining against his erect penis. I wrapped an arm around his waist as I pulled his head down for another kiss. His left knee rested near my crotch. My hand rubbed the small of his back until I slipped into his brief as I squeezed his butt. Momiji moaned into my mouth as I massaged his cheeks. Each of his moans and squirms made me feel even bolder as I stared to trace his split of his butt lightly, pushing my wondering finger deeper. Momiji jumped up and yelp in pleasure as I found his outline of his rectum. I smirked as I suddenly inserted my finger into him.
“Ah, Hari! It feels uncomfortable…”
I dragged him down again to suckle his neck with the finger move in and out of the hidden orifice.
“Shh’ll ’ll get better.” I said as my other hand reached under his shirt and pinched his nipple as whimpered.
Momiji moans and pants were driving me crazy and my arousal was starting to really hurt. I stood up and swept off everything on the desk and Momiji on the desk. Momiji wiggled as I slipped his his briefs, exposed his private areas to my eyes.
“You’re so prefect, Momiji…” I said as I spread his legs wider. I looked up and saw Momiji’s face flushed with passion and embarrassment, his brown eyes shined with innocence lust.
“You make me so hungry… let’s eat the bento that you made for me.” I said as I picked up the still intact from the floor and opened it and found some nigiri sushi and onigiri, Momiji’s specialty. I lift up his shirt until it rested on his collarbone. I smiled as I plaa pia piece of sushi on various places on his chest and abdomen. I bent down and ate each one on his abdomen as I also nibbled and licked his sweet, soft skin. When I reached his nipples, I ate the sushi slowly as I paid attention to his nis. Is. I knew that Momiji was concentrating not to move as I was eating on his body. He’s such a sweet boy. I picked up an onigiri and put it at Momiji’s mouth. Momiji bit it as strawberry jam dribbled on his lips. I bent down and sucklt tht those lips that I longed to do.
“Strawberry jam in onigiri, Momiji?”
“I-I t-thought that Hari-i would like it since he likes strawberry jam-m…oh…” Momiji mumbled out as I licked his navel.
“That’s true, but I’m going to even like it more after what I am doing to do to you.” I said, sitting back on the seat. I licked into onigiri and put some strawberry jam on my tongue, trying not to let it slide down into my mouth. I grabbed Momiji’s legs and lifted them over my shoulders as my hand search into the nether region of his butt as I found the rectum again. I spread his cheeks as I let my strawberry jam tongue lick the rim as I thrust it inside. Momiji practically screamed in pleasure as I continually jab into his tight warmth as the opening stretched a bit as strawberry jaw smeared over the rim. He whimpered again as I pulled my tongue out. At that moment, my erection pulsed, reminding me that it was still there. I stood up as unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, revealing my black boxer briefs. Suddenly, I realized of what I was about to do. I look at Momiji, panting in desire, his innocent aura wrapping around him. I felt the guilt of taking advantage of his naiveté.
“Momiji, do you understand of what is going to happen? Are you sure that you want to give up your virginity this way?”
Momiji’s eyes changed a bit, as lust disappeared into a look of adoration. I felt my heart clutch.
“Hari, I know what we about to do… I love you, Hari, and I want my first to be with youwaysways you. Please, Hari, make love to me…teach me.”
I kissed the boy hard as I rubbed his thighs. I pulled down my boxers, letting my erection free. Momiji lifts himself to his elbows to see what I was going to do to him next and saw my straining penis. His cheeks had blush a deep red as his eyes went wide.
“Ah, Hari, you’re really… big. Are you sure it’s gonna fit inside?” Momiji said in his usual curious voice.
It’s been a nagging curiosity now since Momiji knew what I was going to do him. Any virgin, especially one being introduced into the ways of gay sex, would be extremely nervous of a penis inserting a very tight spot that can easily cause massiain.ain.
“Momiji, who told you about sex?” I said, feeling my eyebrow quirking up.
He smiled at me. “Shi-chan said that it might be useful to know since Hari looks like he wants to take my virginity in the near future. It’s okay, Hari, don’t feel so guilty about it.”
I kissed him roughly as I put a strawberry jam covered finger into his spot, gradually stretching him. The sexual tension came back in full force. He whimpered as I put a second finger in, softly caressing his warmth. I slid my fingers out as I took another onigiri. I bit open the onigiri as I squeezed the jam inside into my hand. I spread the semi-cool jam all over my erection. I used my right hand to guide my penis into the split of his butt as the other hand curve around the back of his neck, fingering the small curls of his soft, beautiful hair.
“Momiji, I warn you beforehand that it’ll hurt, but it’ll be much better if you relax, okay? If it hurts too much, tell me and pul pull out. I don’t want you to be seriously hurt, okay?” I whispered into his ear. He nodded as my erection nudged to his opening. He was yelping his pleasure as he felt the moisture of my pre-cum on his rim. I held my breath as I gently push the tip of the head of my penis into the rectum, claiming his virginity. Momiji gasped, probably from pain. I bit down into his collarbone and rubbed the back of his neck as I slowly slid into the soft, warm tightness.
“Hari-i...” Momiji said as tears of pain cascading his pink cheeks of his face. I licked the tears and kiss his cheeks. I knew that he was in pain, but it felt so good…
“Relax, just relax.”
Momiji took several deep breaths as I felt his body go lax as his tightness adjusted to my erection. I waited with strained patience as as gas getting used to the foreign intrusion inside of his body. He nodded as I slowly pushed my erection into his tiny, slender body in shallow thrusts. Momiji was mumbling and moaning into one of his hands, indescribable pleasure written on his face. His innocent expressions are going to be the end of me one day. I started to thrust harder and faster into his body, the desk squeaking with the force of the thrust. Momiji now screaming in pleasure as I sped up my pace.
“Oh, Hari! Deeper, deeper! Oh, please!” Momijid aid as he wrapped his small arms around my neck. I kissed him passionately and lift him from the desk and sat into the chair. Momiji gasped as my penis penetrated deeper inside of his tightness. I lifted his hips and slammed it on my penis as I resumed the pace of our lovemaking. Momiji grabbed on the head of the chair as he slammed himself onto me. Then on one particular thrust, he let out a keening wail as I hit his pleasure spot. I try to focus of hitting that spot again with constant success. His pre-cum gushed onto my shirt, staining it. I shifted his weight into one arm as I reached down and gather some in my hands. I licked it, enjoying its taste, as Momiji wailed as I hit his pleasure spot again. His cum tasted so sweet like it should be. I can feel myself leaking out of him. I knew I wasn’t going to last longer and I wanted Momiji to come first. So I stroked his erection. It only took a few for him to come. He screamed my name as his cum squirted all over his chest and mine, further staining our clothes. The throes of orgasm tightened his rectum as I tried to thrust into the extremely tight channel. I moaned into Momiji’s shoulder as I unloaded my seed into him. Momiji moaning at the filling as I kissed his cheek. Silence evaded us as we tried to calm down from the experience. Momiji hugged me.
“I love you, Hari… Hari…”

“HARI!”
I jerked up from my desk and saw Momiji looking at me with a mix of anger and concern.
“Momiji?” I said, disorientated.
“Mou, honestly! You said you were fine! When I was trying to call you outside the shoji, I heard all these moans and thought you fell sick but found you sleeping. You’re overworking yourself, Hari!”
I rubbed my head. Was it all a dream? By judging Momiji by his appearance, it was safe to say it was… but it was so realistic.
“Ah, I think I will take a nap after lunch.”
Momiji smiled as he opened the bento box. I felt my eyideniden as I saw some onigiri and nigiri sushi neatly set into the box.
“I made some nigiri anme sme strawberry jam onigiri. The strawberry jam onigiri idea was mine since I know how much Hari likes strawberry jam.”
In an uncharacteristic moment, I banged my head on my desk. I can hear Momiji panicking above me as my face stared the cherry wood desk. I can also feel that I had come in my pants during the dream. This situation is now a big problem. I need to see Shigure and hear his suggestions of how to deal with this problem before I might do something I might regret…

End of Part One

Preview of Part Two: Experimenting with Honey
“Introduce him to sex. Problem solved.” Shigure said to me, casually. I looked at him in disbelief. How in the world can I corrupt such an innocent boy like Momiji?
Tune in to see what will Hatori do to solve his newfound lust for his boyfriend?

AEN- *blush*…. That was descriptive. I wrote this in one day. I think this is like the first English Hatori x Momiji lemon on the net. Please give your opinions.
Revision AEN- Sorry that I took so long but there’s the revised part. The writer’s block bit me in the ass… hard

1. Traditionally, the Japanese don’t open gifts from others until the person left the house. However, recently, Japanese kids are taking the Western approach and ask the person to open the present on the spot. I know Hatori’s only 27, but this new tradition ’t r’t really pick up until the turn of the century.
2. Everyone get a bit horny in the comings of springs, it’s proven! ^_^

Fic Written: 5/14/03
Fic Finished: 6/17/03
Fic Revised: 3/26/03