Let Me Love You

Title: Let Me Love You (aka... Vanilla)
Author: Malfoy
Archive: Absolute Yaoi; If you want it lemme know.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tasuki x Nuriko
Warnings: YAOI!!! GRAPHIC LEMON!!! Sap, angst, OOC, POV
Notes: The POV’s kind of weird . . . but deal. It’s experimental! (Even though I’ve done one fic like this before.) Here’s the version of the fic with out the song lyrics... I think it’s better this way, actually.

Long, wet violet hair drapes over my chest as you trail kisses along my stomach. You blow gently into my belly button before dipping your tongue into the shallow crevice. You pull away to lay beside me. Your mouth moves to my neck. Biting, licking, kissing as a hand travels over my body.

I shudder in pure pleasure. Your cold hands ghosting over my nipples, sending goose bumps and shivers of awaited pleasure through my body. How I love it so.

I lay against the bed sheets letting you take control of me. My mouth hangs open, allowing gasps, moans and words of pleasure to escape them as you nibble my ear lobe.

You whisper soft words, telling me exactly what you want to do to me, exactly how you want me to respond and exactly how you want to see me come . . .

“Do you know what I want to do to you?” You whisper into my ear as I shake my head even though I know exactly what you’re going to tell me.

You move to my other ear to nibble and finish the answer to your rhetorical question.

“I want to give you immense pleasure then make you beg for me. I want to ride your hips the way you love so much and I want to feel you come inside me like so many times before.”

I swallow hard at your words, knowing they’re getting me in trouble. Knowing they’re getting me aroused. You straddle my legs, tracing the curves of my muscled stomach. Allowing your hands to rest on the forming bulge in my pants, your fingers play so teasingly with the waistband. Gently your fingernails scratch the head of my cock. Pleasure, pain, torture . . . I know you’re going to give me all that I long for from no one else but you.

Your hands continuously play with my waistband, mindlessly play with the hidden curls surrounding my arousal. You know exactly how to get me going. I hate it and love it at the same time. Hate it because you often torture me when I least expect it and most want release. Love it because it brings me so much pleasure . . . It brings you pleasure.

I love how you torture and pleasure me with expertise.

Your lips play with my nipples, pinching, sucking, kissing them. Your tongue licks and brings my nipples to hardness allowing you to play with them until they become sore from too much pleasure.

I reach for the robe that you wear for nights like this. When it’s cold and raining and you can’t wait for me to come to you. It’s become almost routine now, you bathe and wait for me in your quarters. You wait for me to come to fuck you. You wait for me and only me.

It’s funny how if anyone else enters the room before me, you simply reject my offer. You don’t speak or anything. Instead, you simply roll over and pretend to sleep. But I know that you want me and it kills me that you never speak of those certain nights.

Most of all, it kills me that this relationship never leaves this confinement. If it was up to me, Miaka, Hotohori, Tamahome, Mitsukake and the whole lot of them would know. I wouldn’t care. I’d claim my love for you in front of them . . .

You don’t know how much I truly love you and how this type of relationship hurts to be in. You still think of and care for Hotohori even if you claim you don’t want him any more and you are “So over him.” I hate the fact that I may never receive the type of love from you that you gave to him.

You remove your robe with such elegance, such smoothness, letting it pool around your waist before you slide it off my legs and onto the floor. My hands caress your hips. The way they fit together is so perfect.

Leaning back, your hands resting on my knees, you let me admire your beautifully nude form. Your erection stands against your stomach, dripping with lust and want . . . just like your eyes. Strange as that may sound, your eyes tell me how much you want me . . . every day I have to face that. Whenever I see it, I can’t wait to hold you . . .

I would say kiss you . . . but now that I think about it, I’ve never kissed you before. Well, I’ve never kissed your lips. I’ve kissed every inch of your body but not once have I kissed your lips. You haven’t let me yet. Every time I’ve tried to kiss you so far, you shove me away and giggle like it’s some deranged joke.

And I can’t stand it anymore.

I can’t stand not being able to kiss your lips and actually taste you.

I unsuspectingly turn you over, capturing you under me. Your eyes widen and I laugh. My hands capture yours in an attempt to not be shoved away again.

You have no idea how maddening it is not being able to kiss you.

But, now I win and I’ll get my kiss.

I lean forward and press my lips to yours. You struggle to be set free from my captivity until my tongue flicks across your lips and you release a soft moan into my mouth. I breathe in your moan, allowing the electricity, the pleasure from the kiss replace the blood that runs through my veins.

I kiss you passionately. Slowly releasing your hands. Slowly rocking my body against yours. Slowly falling more in love than I ever have before.

“You’re going to regret doing that.”

You speak. Your soft words barely above a whisper. I laugh as I pull my lips away from yours and look into your eyes that now no longer show lust, only want.

I stroke your still wet hair wanting to ask why but suddenly too afraid to know. ‘If he leaves me because of one mouth to mouth kiss then so be it but honestly, it was the best minute of my life, the best feeling I’ve ever felt.’

Your hands snake down my body to push my pants down my legs as I kiss your neck. I kiss and lick your jaw line, listening to you as you squeal in pleasure.

I pull away and remove my pants from my bodou wou watch me and lick your lips so seductively as you eye my swollen erection.

You rise to rest against your elbows then gently, smoothly rise to your knees. You wrap your arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to yours once again. Our tongues war in excitement... they war as if they’ve finally found each other and don’t want to be alone again.

I wrap you up in my arms, holding you tightly against my body and feel your heart pound against my chest with so much fervor. I lay you back on the bed, feeling an emptiness as our lips part.

I allow my mouth to descend upon your waiting cock. Let my hands play with the coarse, violet curls that surround it. My tongue gladly caresses each inch of your sensitive flesh, making you jump in pleasure and grab the bright red locks of my hair urging me to continue.

My mouth sucks your flesh gingerly. It moves carefully to the hilt, taking you all in and loving it. I begin to feed off of your moans of pleasure. I give you the sensations you love to receive – and I love to give you.

Pulling away slightly, I coax you to spread your legs for me to expose your hidden entrance. I watch you as you open yourself up to me. All sense of self-security is gone. All sense of security has been given to me.

I lean down to kiss your lips again. I kiss you just to thank you for giving me the chance to protect you, the chance to love you – if only for the few hours I share your bed.
I move back down your body, to your parted legs. I push your knees up to your chest giving me more access to your entrance. Lowering my head, I suck on each of your balls until I hear you beg for me to move lower.

My tongue invades the soft skin leading to your puckered flesh. I sense you grabbing the sheets as my tongue teases your flesh. I allow my tongue to enter your tight, hot entrance, eliciting soft, quiet screams of pleasure.

One hand holds your hip, nails digging into your flesh forbidding you to thrust into me. The other hand firmly holds your cock, moving up and down so swiftly it smears the pre-come along your shaft.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

My mouth and my hand bring you to a shuddering climax. My tongue travels from your entrance, along your balls and along your cock. My mouth covers your softening cock to catch any semen trying to escape. I lick and swallow any sign of your release from your body.
Caresses so gentle, they could turn evito pto pure goodness travel up my back as my mouth comes in contact with your neck.

“You are so good to me,” your words sting.

They remind me that the caresses, the kisses, the love won’t leave this room. They remind me I’m really alone – a single, and desperate pervert who can’t get enough of you. I laugh against your flesh, concealing the pain within me.

“What’s so funny?”

Your voice still rasps, it’s still a rough breath against my cheek. I ignore your question and capture your lips with mine. I shush you with my tongue, turn us over and thrust up for my hips to meet yours. Gently you bite my bottom lip as you pull away.

“What’s so funny?”

You ask again. I know I can’t ignore it this time.

“If I’m so good to you, let me love you.”

I tell you my request. You bring my left hand up to your grinning mouth and kiss it like a sir would do to his lady at a ball.

“That’s what I’m doing, isn’t it?

Not wanting to explain, I just nod my head and give a faux grin... just to please you.

As you touch and suck random places on my body I begin to wonder if a relationship with you really is what I want. Would things change? Would they stay the same?

Would it be like a child begging for something he wants until he finally gets it and discovers he doesn’t like it at all?

I shake it off knowing I’m in love with you. Knowing I’ve tried to change my mind so many times, so many times but I’ve never succeeded. I’ve never gone more than a whole two minutes thinking I can love someone else.

I know that once I’m with you and once we have each other, forever can finally begin and I’ll be fine. be be just fine.

You honestly have no idea how I feel when I’m with you.

No idea.

“Did you know that I’d be perfectly fine with the world collapsing around us right now?”

I whisper, not caring how stupid or far-fetched the question sounds.

“Why?”

“Because I have you with me.”

My hand cups your cheek. It runs through your wet locks.

Your eyes stare deep into mine. I see them coming. Tears.

I see them until you shake your head and pretend nothing happened.
You reach over my body to the night stand and pick up the vial of oil you keep. You place it in my hand, and sit up on your knees as you straddle my legs.

I sit up, dipping my fingers into the vial like so many times before. I reach between your legs in search of your entrance. Back and forth, my fingers slide across your puckered flesh.

I watch your cock get harder at my touch. I feel mine get harder at the soft whimpers you release.

One finger enters you and you wrap your arms around my neck. You wiggle to get my finger deeper inside of you. A second enters you and you cry out, begging for more.

“I thought you said you wanted me to do the begging,” I laugh gently into your ear.

You have no time to respond before I slip a third finger into you and you bury your head into my shoulder. Your warm breath presses itself against my neck as you whimper.

When I’m finished preparing you, I move my free hand to my cock before guiding it into you. Lowering your body onto my erection, you hold your breath until I’m completely inside. Then you release a long sigh and rest before I cajole you to begin moving.

As you move up and down, you wrap your arms tighter around my neck. Your mouth latches onto my shoulder, biting tenderly to keep you from screaming out into the room.

I hold you close, my arms hugging your waist and my hands cupping your ass. I lean back to lay against the bed, bringing you with me before you sit up. You hook your fingers in mine and ride my hips like you said you would.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

You cry out so quietly and tense your muscles around me. Your body stiffens as you come over our bodies.

The sight of you arching back, your fingers still entwined with mine and your cock shooting your creamy seed makes me explode. Moving up and down a few more times, you allow my seed to bury itself within you.

You collapse to my chest and I hold you tight.
Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if Taiitsukun’s Nyan-nyans were watching right now and laughing at me. I can just see them pointing their fingers at me and their faces mocking me.

Like so many times before, I suppress the urge to ask you to be mine again. I can’t stand the fact that I feel so much like a beggar with you. I’m a bandit Goddamit – but with you...
You roll off my body and face the wall like you normally do, giving me my cue to leave.

Unwillingly, I force my body to get up from your bed. I force myself to dress again. I force myself to turn away from you.

“When will you understand?” I say as I reach for the door.
“I do understand.”

Your voice stops me. Normally when I ask that question, you pretend you’re asleep and don’t answer. You don’t care.

“I didn’t used to. That’s why I didn’t answer you the many times you’ve asked me that before. I thought... I thought you were joking when you said you wanted meve tve tried so hard denying everything but lust for you...”

You stop and I turn around to face you.

“What do you want? Tell me again and I’ll give it to you.”

Your voice has become seductive once again. I step forward and greet the edge of your bed again.

“I want you to let me love you and get love in return. I want to be with you always. I want to spend each night with you and wake up with you in my arms. I... I... just want you.”

“Done. You are my keeper.”

You kiss my mouth again. You remove my shirt and beckon me into bed with you. You wrap my arms around you and let me spoon you against my body. Blankets cover and sleep comes over us.

For the first time, I’m not sleeping alone.

~OWARI~