"Duo," he repeated,
his mouth moving as if savoring the essence of such a name. Then he nodded,
leading Duo back to the couches and pushing him down onto one of them.
He laughed lightly, grabbing the end of the long braid that sat beside
Duo, holding it up to his eyes and grinning at it. Then, with an odd little
smile, he took the band that wrapped around the end of it, slowly pulling
it off, rubbing the tip of the chestnut braid against his cheek for a
moment, a happy little sigh escaping his lips, eyelids half-closed with
"Shiruku."  He said softly, letting the end of the braid
go and settling onto the couch, running the pads of his fingers delicately
over Duo's cheek, before leaning in and stealing a light kiss. Their lips
met again after a few moments of silent contemplation, gently, bare touches
of mouth to mouth. Duo focused on the sensation, clinging to it, as his
mind seemed to funnel away into a blank fog of sexual bliss. Hiiro's body
molded itself against him, all strong lines and sleek skin gliding together.
His mouth was sending tingling sensations, little thrills down to his
lap, reaffirming that one part of his body at least, was completely on
the alert. His fingers loosely strung themselves through Hiiro's dark
chaotic hair, finding it to be fine and silky to the touch, belying its
appearance. Their lips parted only long enough to emit gasps between,
then they would meet again, moving together, spreading and opening to
reveal wet tongues, warm and inviting.
Duo groaned as one slim hand found its way down to his lap, pressing through
his pants, kneading the bulge there. His thoughts were blinded completely
as Hiiro climbed onto him, forcing him to lie back against the couch,
shifting so that he lay between Duo's thighs. The feeling of their erections
rubbing together, one silk clad, the other still confined by pants, had
Duo moaning desperately into the boy's mouth, his tongue fighting for
dominance and losing as he began panting with each rock of their bodies
It was almost too much, that erotic mingling of tongues, the feel of that
hard body between his legs grinding against him. Duo felt lost, unable
to come to grips with reality for even a moment. Everything was moving
so impossibly fast; his emotions didn't seem to have time to play catch
up with his body.
The faint sound of his zipper being lowered brought him back for a few
seconds, his mind focusing on it, the click of each metal tooth being
released, and then a warm hand was sliding inside and taking hold of him.
Duo's lips opened in a muted gasp, his mouth still pressed firmly to Hiiro's,
tongues still entwined and slithering together. The hand wrapping around
his arousal cupped gently and then began stroking with an unhurried pace,
soothing pettings, thumb idly spreading the bit of moisture that leaked
from the tip. Their kisses became measured, languid things, a more leisurely
exploration of mouths. Duo found he was able to think, his mind becoming
his own for a brief respite, though it didn't tell him anything he didn't
He accepted the fact, lying there spread and wanton beneath the strange
boy, that he wanted to be there, had been craving such a thing. So what
did he want to do next, he questioned silently. The answer soon arrived
in the form of the black silk robe slipping beneath his clutching fingers.
His hands enveloping the warm skin revealed to his touch, he couldn't
seem to get enough contact, needing to let in as much as he could at once.
With a moan, he shifted his mouth from lips to neck, licking the smooth
skin with the tip of his tongue, tasting the extraordinary flavor of the
boy, unlike anything he'd had before.
Duo shifted his hips, moving himself more firmly within that caressing
hand that enfolded his cock, striving for a release of some sort. His
fingers pressed for an urgent moment against the gold skinned shoulders,
leaving tiny white marks before they slid down, spreading the robe apart,
slipping it off until it caught on the tie of the belt. He glanced down,
at once taking in the view of Hiiro's hand delving deep within his undone
fly, and the image of that marvelously uncovered chest just beneath his
panting mouth. He leant close, teeth nipping lightly at a nipple before
His hands smoothed over heated flesh, fingers fumbling with the tie of
Hiiro's robe, seemingly taking forever to get the knot undone before finally
managing to release it, letting the robe drop onto the couch in a pool
of black silk. The perfection of the boy's body struck him once more;
astonishing him that anyone could be so utterly flawless. A reverence
stole over him, admiration for what he was about to receive.
Duo became so engrossed in his study of the bare and silky skin, that
he failed to notice the surreptitious tugs on his pants. Until the nimble
fingers were at his collar, unbuttoning the long-sleeved shirt he had
on. He could feel the smile on Hiiro's lips as they began kissing their
way down his chest with each undone button. Duo had a feeling he was about
to experience first hand what it felt like to be a lollipop within that
A groan ripped from his chest as he became aware of his lack of pants,
nude now except for the white shirt fluttering from his shoulders. The
next sound that flew from his lips was caused by the sudden pressure and
warmth smothering his erection. He glanced down, fingers involuntarily
threading their way into the dark pandemonium of Hiiro's hair, pushing
that luxurious mouth down further, unable to control the urge to move
within it's heat. His head fell back against the couch, braid half undone
and draped over part of his chest and hip, legs spread shamelessly, open
to receive all he could.
His hands tightened briefly at the sensation of one long and slick finger
dipping inside of him, feeling both penetrated and penetrating as that
searing mouth slipped further down his length, nearly taking him all in.
Any minute he felt like he would come to his senses, notice his surroundings
and bolt for the door. But it never happened; the feeling would flood
him and then leave just as quickly. Stranding him to the delirious fate
of being maneuvered until his legs hung over Hiiro's shoulders, hands
relaxing within the confines of hair for a moment only to yank their faces
close together, inhale the mingled scents of their bodies, before plundering
Hiiro's more than willing mouth.
So thorough was his exploration of taste and impression, that the first
incremental nudgings of Hiiro's cock went barely noticed. He was surprised
to find that what little pain there was to be felt, quickly disappeared
within the rapture of being widened, opened impossibly by that heated
length. A sharp gasp began in his chest, working its way from his lips
as little more than a moan, a begging for more.
Hiiro complied with the unspoken request, driving hard and fast in one
quick movement, delving deep inside of Duo's body with one swift thrust.
The frozen tableau that resulted could've been admired for its intensity,
each tendon standing out, muscles straining. Then the movement began,
slow circles of hips, a gentle rocking motion.
Both of them began panting as the pace increased, erotic frenzy just around
the corner. Duo found his fingers slithering down to circle the sharp
line of hips, pulling them forward in a demanding gesture. Acquiescence
was immediate, as one of Hiiro's hands snaked between their stomachs to
envelop Duo's erection.
All too soon, Hiiro's voice joined Duo's in an effort to somehow let out
the feelings that were building in both of them, free the pent up desire
of weeks within a few minutes. Duo felt his arousal throb within the confines
of Hiiro's hand, before splattering that golden chest with his release,
his body clamping down on the intruding member to the point that neither
could move. An eternity passed, and then he felt as if he were falling
at the same time he was being filled, each jet of heat within his body
marking him as owned.
A few minutes of heavy breathing passed, no other sound marring the silence
of the loft. Then Hiiro lifted his face from where it lay pressed against
Duo's heart, licking a swath upward, pausing to nibble on a sweating shoulder
before claiming Duo's mouth in an ardent kiss.
He leaned back, grinning down at the disheveled braid that had somehow
managed to become tangled in his hands, before settling a butterfly kiss
onto the tip Duo's nose. "Suge."  He remarked happily, sliding
from between Duo's still splayed legs and stretching elegantly.
Before Duo's senses could be regained, Hiiro was tugging his hand, pulling
him up onto shaky legs and drawing him towards the bedroom platform hidden
behind the screens. Duo's fingers slipped from the loose grasp as they
entered the room, Hiiro crawling onto the low bed, his body sharply illuminated
by the skylight directly above it.
Duo noticed that within the bedroom, the light from the room beyond barely
pierced the screening, moonlight instead colored everything in soft blue
hues, muted greys and inky blacks. His eyes fell to the lithe boy stretching
cat-like across the bed, bottom held high, back arched. The heady rush
of it hardened him once more, readying him for the next act.
He understood what was wanted now, a return of favor, he smirked, running
a finger down the long curving spine, climbing onto the bed and treating
himself to a lick at the small of Hiiro's back. A slight shudder coursed
through the slim body, an encouraging murmur tumbling from the boy's mouth.
His hips thrust forward and then back, sending a tightening straight down
to Duo's erection, convulsing it, sensitizing already aching flesh.
But he wanted to try to take a little more time this go round, examine
the treasure that was spreading itself for him. His fingers stroked the
lines of muscle that stretched across Hiiro's shoulders, caressed beneath
the back of one ear, slid along the ribs that showed as pale markers against
the moon dusted skin.
Was it possible for someone to be so exquisite, perfection in human form?
Duo sighed, breath tickling the back of the slender neck he'd set his
lips upon. He had wanted to take it slow, but already a rising tide of
seductive waves was sweeping over his consciousness, overwhelming all
All he became aware of was the soft skin beneath his fingertips, the taste
on his tongue of salty flesh. Within seconds, the slow experimental tracings
of muscle and bone had become a conflagration, his hands gripping and
kneading, trying to claim everything for his own. The little noises the
boy made only spurred him on to further abandonment, each small gasp a
thrill to hear knowing he was the cause of it.
His mouth traced a path of mayhem down Hiiro's spine, ending with a thrust
inside for a quick taste. Duo's fingers gripped hard, holding the suddenly
bowstrung body tightly in place as he plunged his tongue within the snug
entrance, nearly climaxing at the pleading moans, the soft calling of
his name in that gasping, accented voice.
The breaking point for Duo, was watching those long fingers dig into the
bed covers, crumpling them in each fist. Suddenly he could wait no longer,
the need for completion forcing him to stop. Desperate, he knelt up, positioning
and thrusting in one swift motion. The sensation of his cock being surrounded
and held tight inside of Hiiro, the sheer heat of it, halted Duo for a
moment, holding him motionless inside the whimpering boy beneath him.
It crossed his mind that he might've just caused some pain, but that worry
was immediately erased as he felt the small movement of Hiiro's hips,
teasing little swivels, a gripping around where he rested inside. He smiled,
lips parting to emit his ragged breathing, eyelids lowering to the slim
backside his palms rested on. With a groan that sounded like suffering,
he tightened his hold, sliding his fingers over ribs and down until they
clasped Hiiro's hipbones, then he began slowly moving, each slide sending
signals to his brain that this was what ecstasy was.
Already he could feel the mounting of impending orgasm, that tightening
in his belly, the surges and chills that ran through his body. If he kept
in this position, stayed with this marvelous view, he glanced down again,
watching as he pushed in and out of that perfect ass, watching as he became
enveloped by heat and flesh over and over again. If he kept this up, he'd
last no longer then a few seconds, and for some reason he couldn't define,
he wanted it to last eternally.
Shifting his legs slightly, he slid his hands up again, pulling Hiiro
back against his chest, spreading his legs so that they fell to either
side of his own. The position change forced him deeper, opening the boy
completely, impaling him.
"I know... " Duo gasped, "I know you probably can't understand
what I want to say to you... " He moaned as Hiiro turned slightly,
fingers clenching in the bits of Duo's hair that had escaped the braid.
"I just have to... tell you... sex isn't the only thing I... oh god!...
" He stopped talking, his mouth hanging open as Hiiro began riding
him, using his hair almost like reins, pulling and tugging to force Duo's
cock further inside himself.
Duo leaned forward into it, lips falling on one smooth shoulder to muffle
his moans, one hand flowing downwards to wrap around Hiiro's abandoned
erection, which twitched at the touch of his fingers. His other hand moved
up slightly. Pinching a nipple firmly, loving the little shudder and gasp
that followed the action. Nearly mad with the building of his release,
he sped up, pounding into the willing body until they both began to wail,
sounds springing from their mouths to bounce off the walls and the cold
He nearly died when Hiiro began moaning in his own language, voice dripping
with need, the intriguing sounds so much different than anything Duo had
heard before, that he paused to listen, his hand still gliding over the
glistening cock held within his grip. Before he could begin again, the
boy turned around in place, lifting one leg to slide it over Duo's shoulder,
fingers still tightly wrapped in the loosened braid.
Duo nearly howled, his face rising to the skylight, eyes glazing over
as felt the round curves of Hiiro's rear spread against him, tempting
mouth a few centimeters away from his own. He moaned softly, pressing
with all the fervor of climax against those lollipop red lips, forcing
his tongue inside, his stomach muscles clenched, thighs tightening reflexively
as he pushed high and hard for one final thrust. Then it came, rolling
over him, tearing apart his mind, a crashing of light and dark as he spilled
himself within Hiiro, obtaining at last a release from the lust that had
been haunting him for the past two weeks.
He could feel Hiiro's heel pressing into his back, his hair being pulled
painfully as the boy contorted, his entire body stiffening as he climaxed,
drenching both stomach and arms with slick fluids of bliss. And then,
like a tree that's been axed, they both fell to the bed in a heap of arms,
legs, and sweat soaked sheets.
Duo's last conscious thought, was wishing he had the energy to do it again,
and then his mind went dark, the abyss of sleep taking over.
He woke up with the sun beating against his eyelids, turning over with
a groan to bury his face against the pillow. Inhaling the scent on it,
he blinked open one eye, smiling as he breathed in deeply, before snuggling
his face against the pillow contentedly. Then he opened his eye again,
realizing he wasn't alone. Hiiro lay beside him; dark hair spilling over
high cheekbones, long lashes looking like shadows against them. He reached
out, tentatively stroking a finger down that beautiful face.
Something nagged at the edge of his vision, pulling his eyes away from
the boy that slept beside him. He glanced up, noticing there was an enormous
black and white photo on the wall just beyond Hiiro's shoulder. His mouth
fell open in amazement as he realized what it was of.
"Oh my god... " he whispered softly, easing off the bed and
approaching the picture as if it would bite him. It was a photo taken
in the train station, dark and blurred around the edges as if burnt, displayed
raggedly against black matting. His fingers traced the shape of the train,
halting at the windows of it. The windows, usually tinted, were not in
the picture, instead it seemed as if the lights inside the train had somehow
been amplified, making it look as if it was a train heading for heaven,
its no longer earth bound passengers departing to another place.
And there, in the very center of the photo, was Duo himself, face turned
to the window, the only person on the train who was looking directly at
the camera. There was such a look of longing in his eyes, as if he knew
there was something more out there.
"Do... you... like?" A hesitant voice asked from behind him,
startling him so that he fell forward, losing his balance and slipping
to the floor in a sprawled heap. He looked up, eyes wide as Hiiro bent
down, face level with his own.
"You speak english?" Duo asked, the first question to pop into
his chaotic mind.
"Some, not good. I have trouble saying... the right way." He
smiled, holding out a hand to help Duo to his feet. "Easier to ...
say none." His mouth twisted into a small grimace. "Nothing,
"Yes, that's the right word... Hiiro," He turned to the photo
again, once more becoming mesmerized by it, "Is this the reason?'
He asked quietly, pointing at image of himself in the train window.
"Reason?" Hiiro responded, tilting his head questioningly.
"The reason why... why you brought me here... why we had sex... "
He met the dawn lit eyes, noticing they were even more incredible washed
in sunlight. "Is this why?"
"No," Hiiro shook his head, leading Duo back to the bed and
pushing him down onto it, sitting beside him and leaning against his shoulder.
They gazed together at the picture for a moment in silence. "You...
wanted something... wanted I could give you... see?"
"But why?" Duo shifted in place, his breath ruffling the sleep
tousled hair that lay below his mouth.
"Shukumei."  Hiiro responded softly. "Not knowing word
"Yes, fate. Think when I photo ... was my fate to meet with you?"
"Yes." Duo lifted his arm, sliding it around the gold skinned
shoulders and pulling Hiiro close. "There's something about you I've
never had before, I... want more than just sex with you, do you know what
"Yes, netsuai, you want... " 
It was Duo's turn to look quizzical. "Netsuai?" He asked.
"Love... I think."
"Love... yes, when I saw you that's what I wanted. It just took me
a while to... admit it."
"Almost long too much." Hiiro said, turning his head and grinning
at Duo. "Was soon giving up, thought you like me not at all."
He shrugged, "yesterday, you could hide nothing, I saw you cover
under... box?" His expression twisted again, and he growled in frustration,
"Not box... what's word?"
"Briefcase?" Duo asked, amused by the low growl. Then he realized
what Hiiro was talking about.
"You thought I might be straight? And yesterday you saw me hiding
my... " he blushed for a moment, remembering exactly what he'd tried
to hide while he'd watched Hiiro with the lollipop.
"Yes, seiyoku."  Hiiro nodded, nuzzling briefly against
Duo's neck, giggling softly as his hand wrapped loosely around the reawakened
desire that stood at attention in Duo's lap.
"Hiiro... I hate to ask, but ... do you think we could take a shower?"
Hiiro beamed at him, then stood, still holding onto the erection Duo sported.
"Forou." Grinning from ear to ear, he began tugging Duo out
of the room by his cock.
"Hey!" Duo protested, a quick squeeze shutting up his complaints
in an instant. "Oooh... " He managed, following the firm backside
that flexed in front of him.
They went down the stairs and out into the open spaced living room, through
the little hallway made of rice paper screens, and then a left. Hiiro
released his grasp, pushing open the door and gesturing inside.
The bathroom was large, white tile making it look snowy and clean, the
shower stood in the center of the room, another skylight directly above
it. Hiiro stepped through the glass doors, motioning for Duo to follow.
A small bench sat in one corner of the huge shower, blue tile coating
it so that it matched the accent tiles that edged around the room. Duo
sat down, pulling his braid around to where he could see it and trying
to untangle the snarled mess it had become. It was hopelessly knotted,
a muddle from the night's escapades. He grimaced as he found a bit that
crunched when he tried to pull it apart. The low chuckle from beside him
nearly made him rip a chunk of hair out.
"Help?" Hiiro asked, picking up a long hank of the unruly hair
and examining it. He turned, the hair still held in his hand, and twisted
the shower knobs, grabbing the hose that was connected to the showerhead
and testing the water with a finger. Nodding, he turned the water full
force on Duo's head, soaking him in an instant. He smiled at the spluttering,
and then stretched up to reach a small shelf, taking down a bottle of
shampoo without a label on it.
Duo could smell it as soon as the bottle was opened, the scent of ripe
cherries, he closed his eyes, relaxing on the bench as Hiiro went to work.
It felt nice to merely sit and be washed, something no one had done for
him in a long time, almost since childhood. It felt so pleasant and comforting,
that he fell asleep sitting up, a gentle smile curving his lips.
Seven months later Duo sat on the hard seat of the train, his gaze turned
towards the busy station. His hands rested loosely clasped on his lap,
the suit he wore a dark blue that made him look very professional. His
braid wriggled in a line next him, the tip of it sitting in the seat beside
him. He was smiling, a curvature of his mouth that was as mysterious as
the Mona Lisa's smile.
The train stopped at Twelfth and Highland, he glanced up, remembering
what he used to wait for, once upon a time. With a deep sigh, he stood
and exited the train, walking through the station unaware of anything
but his own thoughts. The click of a camera, made him look up, the strange
smile on his face broadening.
"Good, I like it, but I want not so much smile." Hiiro said,
shifting the straps of the various cameras and equipment that hung on
him. "I need sad, thinking, not... " He gestured vaguely, with
the hand still holding the camera.
"Not complete happiness?" Duo asked, trying not to smile at
his lover's loss for words. He'd grown used to figuring out what Hiiro
wanted to say, even going so far as to start learning Japanese from him.
Though, and he frowned at the thought, his accent was terrible, which
Hiiro never ceased to remind him about, with a grin no less.
"I give up, you too happy about things. Let's go home." Hiiro
threw his hand in the air in defeat, returning the smile Duo directed
at him. Then he held out the hand, curling his fingers.
"Home, alright. But I want you to tell me what the body parts are
again." Duo grinned, unable to hide his pleasure.
"Body parts? Ohhh... " Hiiro paused, tapping the longhaired
man on the nose. "Hana." He said firmly, then grabbed Duo's
hand in his own and began tugging him from the station. He stopped for
a moment and squeezed the hand. "Te." He said with a smile.
"Saiai?" Duo asked softly, and then a slow smirk crept across
They walked down the street together, hand in hand, the setting sun casting
a fire on them, outlining them in gold.
"Do you think you could remind me what the word is for this?"
Laughter followed them the rest of the way home.
Horrible and rough translations from someone who actually doesn't speak
Japanese ^_^' (cont)
6- Silk (silken)
7- Amazing, wonderful (and I've been informed, this is the way males would
say it... )
8- Fate, destiny, predestination
9- Love passionately, ardent love, devotion
10- Sexual desire The last few words hana and te, are nose and hand...
And the very last word, saiai, means beloved... ^_^'
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