[YamaChii] Dolce and Sense
Title: Dolce and Sense
Author: Ai no Messeji
Pairing: YamaChii
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17 (Slight)
Summary: Happiness doesn’t come easily, but it do comes when one least expects it.
Warning: The Writer Sucks and the writing suck too. Deal with it. :D This is only a drabble-shot. :)
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Happy endings don’t come in chunks of gold.
It comes in small and unnoticeable pieces.
So don’t expect a grand happy ever after.
Just love everything that comes in life.
Reality isn’t like those fairytales everyone dreams off.
Remember, we make our own happy ever after.
We weave our own future.
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As the boat’s canopy slowly sails away, the world seems to fade. Nothing seems to matter anymore. All is fine. All is well. All will be okay. No more morose feelings. No more weighted pain. No more craving hearts and continuous heartaches. Finally they are together. No one will take their happiness away, because at this moment. Nothing else matters. Since starting from this day, till the end of time, Chinen Yuri will move forward into a new chapter of his life and be the person he had wished to be for such a long time- Yamada Yuri.
And that’s life.
That is the reconciliation of everything he had gone through. That’s repentance. That’s sin in a form of angels dancing up into the night sky. But topic reverse, where are they? There are rivers and lights, designer vests and pretty cocktail dresses. Is that Lous Vuitton or was it Prada? But who cares, the important thing is the festivity and the sweet sound of glasses clinging together in a toast for a celebration of a lifetime. While the pungent smell of roses, it swifts through the nostril as it compliment the intoxicating scent of dewdrops after the rain. It’s a blessed kind of feel, a breathtaking kind of moment and a blissful apparition of love at its best glory.
Since today, it’s Yamada Ryosuke and Chinen Yuri’s. Or rather, it’s Yamada Ryosuke and Yamada Yuri’s reception after they finally tied the knot, their post-acknowledgement after their binding as one-their wedding. However as the dancing and the congratulatory speeches are still on its roll, the couple of the night, they have seem to run away somewhere.
Romeo took his Juliet somewhere far away and where could that be? Maybe somewhere dark, somewhere where dreams come true and somewhere amazing-somewhere like a room that is heavy lidded with the color of velvet for erotic passion. White sheets for a kinky game of innocence with fully lit and very aromatic incense sticks for dolce and sense. That just seems perfect. It seems like a love hotel-a perfect setting for a married couple and their honeymoon.
Honeymoon, a term deciphered as to where lovers, turned into married couples play all night. Doctor and Patient, Master and Slave, Teacher and Student and whatever more the imagination wants. The imagination desires.
And that term answers it all, because as the night goes into its peak, so is the light of the moon. It goes translucent and luminous yet it never falters. It only illuminates the world with such nightingale perfection. But through the lax and erotic dance of the vast midnight sky, and through the sweet sailing of the wind so divine, two bodies are permanently glued in each other’s arms, writhing and moving rhythmically with the beat of their hearts.
“…Ryo-Ryosuke…” and that’s that, “…sto-stop pu-pushing… ngghh-“but the criminal being accused said no words. Only whispered so huskily and ever so effervescently his lover’s name again and again, “Yuri-Yuri-god so tight.” The murderous and succulently poisonous voice of Yamada Ryosuke rasped as he continues on with his work of art, his penetration and marking of the one he loves, “Ryo-Ryo-chan, god damn it! Not too HARD…” Yuri whimpered and screamed, while biting on to the broad shoulders of his husband.
“…itte Yuri!” Ryosuke pouted, but against all odds and even through the pain inflicted on his now bleeding shoulder blades. He just continued on to pound languidly and hardly at his little love’s sweet spot. Such a devil, “…nggaahh-“, erratic breathings, “…ha-haa… damn it-why stop, you crazy buta! Quit driving me nuts! Please…” a plea, “…inside-inside of me Ryosuke. Motto-motto…” and that request is just damn hard to resist.
That’s why like two love sick puppies. The new wedded couple went at it like bunnies. Once, twice-a dozen of times, but who cares? They have a lifetime to spare. They can never have babies, but they can at least have lots of time trying to make one, right?
Since that’s how life goes really.
Also, that’s simply YamaChii. It’s simply love at its finest glory, because that’s a happy ending. That’s a happy ever after… well after so many storms that had come and surely will come. But still, yeah, that’s simply happiness. That’s simply the best, since it's a YamaChii ending. It’s the fruit of their love-their ending story.
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Live your life to the fullest.
Live your life without any regrets.
Be content.
Surely someday soon, you’ll find your own happy ever after.
One's True Happiness.
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Fin.
Author’s Note: Here is a small YamaChii drabble for everyone. I didn’t forget YamaChii, just not in the mood to write. Well hopefully, I can finish Gratifying Iniquity today. My beloved Natsupyon thedorabangs is waiting for it. >///< Have I told you guys I love my little Natsu~ <3 Haha, anychii~ Can I write a graphic sex-scene? I think no. But do you think I can write NC-17? No, right? Oh wells. Nevermind.