[Log] A Meat-ing

[legendarybuchou]

Characters: Oshitari Yuushi, Yamato Yuudai
Location: The supply cave, later the beach
Rating: R. Lots of R.
Summary: Sausages.

The map that Jirou had given Yamato had indeed proven useful, and he had easily found his way to the cave after the mysterious stranger had suggested it-and the promise of a library was indeed fulfilled.

He spent his time rummaging, finding the glass he wanted for his shack courtesy of ship windows, and vital task done, it was time for the library. He staked out his spot in the corner and buried himself in a classic novel, promising himself only a peek, the reading was for when he had finished all his chores.

Yuushi, on the other hand, was happily buried in the small selection of romance books (apparently Atobe didn’t think very highly of them). He engrossed himself so deeply in his bodice ripper, he didn’t realize that instead of the mouth of the cave, he started walking toward the corner of a cave.

There was far too much engrossing material, Yamato reasoned as he stood up, book in hand and other materials forgotten. He stepped forward, intent on at least finishing the chapter before he got back to his building site when instead he smacked into a stranger, his book going flying.

Yuushi didn’t know quite what happened until he had accidentally pinned the mysterious voracious reader to the ground, hands planted on either side of the dark haired man’s head.

....Ringo Starr?

Who wore dark glasses inside?

Circular glasses tipping down his own nose as he lay on the stranger, Yuushi peered down with dark blue eyes, surprise given way to curiosity as he husked, “Are you lost, sir Beatle?”

Oof.

One moment he was thoroughly enjoying his book, the next he was sprawled out on the floor, pinned down by-who would have guessed, a mysterious stranger.

His glasses slipped down his nose as he stared up at the man who had oh-so-neatly pinned him. “...Ah, my fellow epicurean?” There was no one else who would be referring to him as a lost Beatle.  “I was simply looking for the cookbooks.”

Full lips curling up, Yuushi took his sweet time in unpinning the dark stranger. “You can find a full stock of German recipes near the encyclopedia,” he offered. When he finally stood, he held out a hand to help out his fellow sausage connoisseur. “So nice to meat you. I’m afraid I’ve made quite the impact...”

“You could say that again,” Yamato said with a wry smile. He took the offered hand, rising easily to his full height-as Yamato had grown to be ridiculously tall. “Nice to meat you too, as they say-what brings you here, other than gastronomical delights?” He glanced around the cramped cave, noticing his small pile of belongings in the corner. “Unfortunately, I found no sausages.”

It wasn’t often that Yuushi could look someone straight in the eye without having to tilt his head down. Being the same height was a nice change of pace; it seemed that the stranger even stood a little bit taller (Yuushi’s ego assured him, not much taller).

“Oh, it depends on the kind of sausages you’re looking for,” Yuushi purred and picked up his bodice ripper for the wannna be beatle to see. They could actually exchange names, but that would be too easy. “I’m a little disappointed that you aren’t holding one, but seeing as this was an unplanned meat-ing, I can hardly fault you.”

“I assure you that the next time we meat, there will be sausages involved,” Yamato promised. While Yuushi was still slightly shorter than him, he didn’t have to stoop-and that made all the difference.He examined the cover of the book, his lips quirking into a smile. “Pirates’ Gold? You know, I’ve read that one. There’s plenty of sausage to be had there,” he commented. “The captain’s hiding a lot of it.”

“That’s a relief indeed,” Yuushi said, “I’ll make sure to bring the salt.”  Blue eyebrows, the same color of his eyes, raised up in response. Not many shared his love of bodice rippers; this stranger was getting many points in his favor. “Of course he is, he’s the captain. The captain always has to have the biggest sausage to keep the other sailors in place.”

“Or some sausage of your own, we can always share,” Yamato quipped, an amused smile playing on his face. Of course he had read bodice rippers-he tried to read everything he could get his hands on, and after a while, a heavy read wasn’t quite what he wanted. “You’d be amazed at how much sausage this book has,” he mentioned. “Really, they could just make the whole thing about meat.”

With a wide smirk of his own, Yuushi brushed back his dark bangs from where they fell out of his small ponytail, “Sharing is caring, after all,” he agreed. What an interesting stranger he had stumbled across! And certainly not a bad looking one either, even if he wasn’t quite his usual type.

“You’re making a better case for it than the back cover did. Perhaps you should see about a career switch...”

“And I did learn how to share at my university,” Yamato agreed. “They made it a point-share the balls, share the books, share the sausages. I’m happy you learned the same, tall, dark, and mysterious one.” He had to admit to being secretly pleased that the man was good-looking-and not immune to his terrible come-ons.

“A romance novelist, hm? I’m afraid that all of mine would take place at a butcher’s, or a meat market.”

“I really admire the education system, that they can help youth learn so many things about each other in such a short amount of time. My university has similar values. Sometimes, sausages are even shared inside the library,” Yuushi said, having experienced many such sharing activities behind dusty shelves. “You forgot handsome, dear beatle, but I think that mysterious is a higher level of compliment.  I’m lucky to have run into such a generous and lovely fellow lover of meat in a place like this.”

Yuushi’s deep laugh reverberated through the cave. “Their eyes met over the rows of weiners and they put down their knives....”

“Oh, who hasn’t shared a sausage or two in the library?” Yamato asked, having enjoyed that thrill more than once. “Just as long as you clean up your mess and you don’t get the books dirty-well, no one seems to mind at all,” he chuckled. “Such a marvelous system.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh, the echoes of Yuushi’s too rich to ignore. “I’ve been looking for the highest quality meat since I came down to vacation. It seems as though the international market is welcoming, although I do prefer some down-home sausages. They always make me smile.

“ and as they paused over the most luxurious cut of beef in the entire shop, they knew that it was meant to be.” Yamato concluded.

“The lower stacks are very receptive to sausage experimentation, but it would be complete sacrilege to destroy such welcoming literature.”

Clicking his bare ankles together, Yuushi closed his eyes and said, “There’s no sausage like home...”  Opening his eyes again, he smirked and said in his low baritone, “Oh, there you are, how convenient, handsome stranger. Wherever in the international market were you searching before?”

“It’s also not a good idea to bring in more than three sausages at once,” Yamato commented. “Then you get confused as to whose sausage it is you’re sharing. I found the dictionaries section quite useful for enjoying a sausage or two.”

“You just happened to be looking in the right place for sausages,” he chuckled. “Ah. I searched in Europe for the finest sausages available-and here in the Caribbean, but I didn’t find any there to suit my fancy.”

“I agree with that, the only exception being water beds. In a water bed, such confusion is welcomed. In the library, if you have too many, possibly no one will get enough sausage and that’s just unacceptable.”

….Mmm, dictionaries were just the right size to put under hips when....

Yuushi winked heartily and stepped forward, brushing the dust off the cover of Yamato’s book. “Well, as an epicure, it’s your calling to be picky. For the last few years I’ve only had American sausage, so I must say that I find myself missing the taste of home.”

“I haven’t had sausage in a water bed yet,” Yamato mused. “I believe this must be rectified, just to enjoy the confusion. I like trying sausage in all situations.” Was he utterly shameless? Oh yes.

“I’ve had plenty of home sausage-but you know what they say, you can never have too much of a good thing,” he smirked. “Sunlight, good naps, and sausage.”

“A passion for sausage can take you to far away places, doing things that you might never have thought that you would,” the perverted gleam in Yuushi’s eye shown full power in company.

Yamato could have stolen those words right from his own lips. “Sometimes, I find it best to enjoy all three at once. On such an unoccupied beach, it’s very easy to sunbathe in one’s natural form....though best bring a towel. Sandy sausages aren’t very tasty.”

“All for the love of sausage,” Yamato snickered, winking as he did so. “Finding the best butchers in every country is a daunting task, and yet...I believe that I could just be up for that challenge.”

Yamato did appreciate the gleam he saw in Yuushi’s eyes-finally, someone just as terrible as he was with come-ons. “Is it, now? I haven’t found the best unoccupied beaches here yet-although I do agree that no one likes sand in their sausage, although there are other things to adorn them with. I’m a bit of a fan of chocolate syrup on sausages, as strange as it sounds.”

Yuushi chuckled and said, “Well, once I start sunbathing the beaches might become unoccupied....”

People would tend to avoid walking over to his patch of sand if they were walking around, and he wasn’t so rude as to drop trow where people were setting up their huts.

“Salty and sweet is hardly an odd combination, my sweet-toothed stranger. I’ve partaken in such a treat myself, from time to time.

All this talk of sausage was making him hungry.

“Oh really now?” Yamato grinned. “You might just have to show me.” He was starting to feel a bit peckish himself, his gourmet tastes becoming more curious about the island’s local cuisine. “I wouldn’t mind working on my tan a bit.”

“It’s a delicious combination,” he agreed. “I have more than a bit of a sweet tooth, I must say.”

“Can you part with your books long enough for that?” Yuushi asked with a teasing grin, “You’d even be able to take one with you.”

He was rather curious as to whether or not the mysterious stranger would join him in naked tanning.

“I believe I can,” Yamato said, picking the lightest one off of his stack-which just so happened to be another bodice-ripper. “Is there a towel to be found in this cave, my naturally tanned companion?”

“Oh ho ho, and he can put his money, or should I say sausage, to the test,” Yuushi smirked and strutted to a different corner of the cave to find a towel. He had left his in the same spot as before.

Yuushi returned in less than a minute with a nice, fluffy towel for Yamato. “I’ll show you the way, good sir,” he purred, and led his companion out of the cave and toward a quieter spot of beach.”

“Ah, I’m sure I’ll pass,” Yamato chuckled, book in hand and following Yuushi out. Their little game was fun-and he knew a lot more sausage innuendo than he thought he did. That made things even more amusing.

“This is the spot, hm?” Yamato laid down his towel, book on top, before easily disrobing. “I’m afraid that my tan lines are pretty obvious...but a while in the sun should fix that, hm?”

“Certainly, but you ought to use sunblock at first,” Yuushi said, eying Yamato as he stripped off his own outfit, exposing his long, lean form to the sun. After laying out for weeks, he was tan enough everywhere to not need it (though he did, of course, protect his sausage). “You’re welcome to mine...shall I help you apply?” his intentions were not even the least bit masked.

“That’s probably a good idea,” Yamato mused, neatly folding his clothes before stretching out face-down on his towel to accept Yuushi’s offer. “You’re well prepared, aren’t you? I should never expect anything less from a fellow enjoyer of sausage.”

“A good sausage lover is always well prepared,” Yuushi quipped, straddling Yamato’s thighs to have good access to broad shoulders, and the long stretch of back before him. Long, dextrous fingers didn’t hesitate to start applying lotion, however, they were in no hurry to finish either. He took his time, giving each muscle a small taste of a massage, and every so often, he would lean over to husk some innuendo to Yamato’s nape.

And when he reached that point, he gave Yamato’s pale ass a firm squeeze.
“You might say I’m getting hungry,” Yamato mused into his towel, more than happy that Yuushi had the exact same idea he did. He closed his eyes, relaxing as the lotion was carefully rubbed into his skin, the squeeze enough to make him jump pleasantly and lift his hips a bit, pressing into his broad hands for more of a massage. “Hungry indeed.”

As he kneaded Yamato’s ass, working with those hips to give the dark haired man the best massage possible, Yuushi leaned over him and murmured to his ear, “Then perhaps we should whet our appetites together.” Yuushi’s warm breath stirred the hair at the back of Yamato’s neck. He nuzzled the skin, slick from sunscreen, and let one of his hands slip further down to tease over the older man’s balls.

“I’ll agree to that,” Yamato managed to gasp. Despite the day being hot and sunny, Yuushi’s voice managed to run chills down his spine-and how long had it been since he had such a skilled touch on his body? His legs parted, giving access to the back of his inner thighs-turning over on second thought to have his fun, too. “You really should be careful in this heat,” he murmured, glancing up at the man straddling him. “Protect your sausage.”

“Well, isn’t this deja vu,” Yuushi grinned down at Yamato, remarking on the fact that they had been in just this position not too long ago. “I always protect my sausage,” he murmured against Yamato’s mouth, while his slick hands explored the body beneath his. He tweaked Yamato’s nipple, just to see how sensitive they were.

Sexy ‘stranger’ indeed.”

“Allow me,” Yamato murmured back, blindly reaching for the sunscreen to rub into the palms of his hands. He pulled Yuushi into a demanding kiss, all pretense out the window-well most of it, anyway. He swallowed his moans as his hands flattened against the toned body over him, his fingers coming close to sensitive areas but skirting away at the last second, always a tease even when things were a bit urgent.

“MMmm,” Yuushi hummed into the kiss, curling his tongue eagerly against Yamato’s and rocking his body down to taunting touches. He was already wound up and hard from touching Yamato’s gorgeous body, and from all of their dirty innuendo. The arousal against Yamato’s thigh couldn’t lie. As a little punishment against that teasing, his nail scraped lightly over the nipple; it wasn’t enough to hurt, just a different kind of touch. “So responsible,” he whispered against Yamato’s kiss plumped lips, and nibbled at the bottom one to make them even more so.

Yuushi was easily matched by the insistent nudging of Yamato’s body, a different moan escaping from his lips. He adored the teasing, always one for subtleties in his foreplay. Still, he wasn’t merciless, and his hands easily slid their way down to Yuushi’s erection. Despite not being a virgin in the least, Yamato was always surprised at the different weight and length in his hand, Yuushi seemingly almost perfectly thick. He gasped and nipped in return, a gentle sink into Yuushi’s full lips. “I aim to please.”

Somewhere between a sharp inhale and a moan, Yuushi managed to murmur, “You found the sausage.” Yamato’s hand was good and strong around him, touching with dexterous skill. Now it was Yuushi’s turn, not that he was in a particular hurry. He let his touch ease over every curve of muscle and rise of bone, feeling the body beneath his before finally making acquaintance with the insistent organ jutting against his thigh. Reveling in the way Yamato filled his hand, Yuushi licked his swollen lips and husked to Yamato’s cheek, “And please you do...”

“So I did,” Yamato nearly purred with delight, amused that even completely naked, they managed to continue the sausage talk. Now that he had Yuushi in hand he relaxed, his hand languidly stroking the length held in it. The franticness in his body had left, and he could simply enjoy Yuushi’s fingers on him, a soft moan escaping whenever his blunt nails managed to lightly scrape over his skin. He turned his head, unable to keep from licking his lips as he stared at Yuushi-clothed, he was attractive. Naked; he was nothing less than the hottest thing Yamato had ever seen. He smirked, flicking out his tongue to lightly trace over Yuushi’s lips. “Now, if you prefer to see how else I enjoy pleasing...”

In Yuushi’s opinion, there was no better time than naked time for sausage talk.  “Mmmmnn,” Yuushi kept up his savoring pace as he swirled his thumb over the head of Yamato’s cock and goaded with slow, firm pulls of his wrist. Though he wasn’t quite teasing, he wasn’t giving Yamato a fast out either. Yuushi wasn’t used to anyone challenging him, and this gorgeous, grey eyed man gave him a run for his money. Nothing could possibly turn him on more, though the man’s skill in sausage handling definitely didn’t hurt. His prize wouldn’t escape him anytime soon, Yuushi decided. He leaned down and drew that teasing mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. When he absolutely needed breath, he parted to say, “We can exchange recipes,” Yuushi affirmed, eyes dark and voice low and hypnotic.

“What cookbook do you recommend?” Yamato asked. His sensuality was more internal, more hidden-but when it came out, nothing could stop him from his goals. He teased the head of Yuushi’s erection with his thumb, his callused finger tracing a slow pattern along the surface before corkscrewing back into his usual slow touches. He indulged himself with kisses, deciding immediately that he did like his companion-for some reason, he seemed to know all of his buttons, particularly that of a good kisser. “My favorite,” he murmured, locking eyes with the younger man, “is also on my favorite page.”

Yuushi shied away from a kiss to nibble along Yamato’s jaw, in part to catch his breath, and in part to taste a little more of his new lover. “Then I recommend a cookbook with plenty of spicy recipes,” and then made his way back to soft lips to steal a kiss before he murmured, “To sate your appetite.”

Yamato definitely knew how to prepare sausage. Low, pleasured noises came from Yuushi, muffled between their kisses. When Yamato met his eyes, Yuushi licked his lips slowly and purred, “Now, I can’t imagine that’s a coincidence, because it happens to be a favorite recipe of mine as well. Shall we see how it comes out with its own island twist?” he pulled Yamato’s cock at a more accentuated curve to punctuate the word twist.

“That’s the only cookbook I know,” Yamato murmured, his breath returning in deep gasps between kisses. He couldn’t help it, Yuushi’s lips and neck were tempting, and needed all the lavishing they could get. His hand slid around Yuushi’s body, groping a nice handful of muscular ass. There would be plenty of sausage-making, he reasoned, public and private.

A loud moan sounded from Yamato as he made no urge to muffle it, his hips starting to roll to rub his cock back against Yuushi’s hand. He was already intrigued with his new lover, who seemed to enjoy teasing and playing as much as he did. “That’s the best idea yet,” he rumbled. “We should enjoy sausage at the same time.”

The only drawback to that particular recipe was that he wouldn’t get to hear Yamato’s voice. Already, those moans and gasps were driving him higher. But, they were stranded on an island; he would certainly have another opportunity to find out just how loud Yamato could get.

Yuushi let go of Yamato’s cock to push his lover’s legs slightly more apart.

“I think so too,” Yuushi husked. And with a soft, smack of an almost silly parting kiss, he shifted, turning over to present his bottom-end to Yamato. The small winky face etched into one of Yuushi’s buttocks could hardly hide in such an intimate pose. Wrapping his hand around Yamato again, Yuushi couldn’t help but murmur, “I love the smell of sausage in the morning,” right before he gave the head of his cock a slow lick.

While Yamato had been raised to never talk with his mouth full, moaning was always acceptable. It was definitely one of his favorite recipes, having always enjoyed the taste of sausage-and just by feeling, he could tell that Yuushi’s cock would be one that he’d savour.

Another long, slow moan-he was right, Yuushi was just as skilled with his tongue as he was his hand, even the barest lick causing Yamato’s body to respond loudly. He slowly slipped his tongue out, came within mere centimeters of his cock-when he saw it.

The strange tattoo on Yuushi’s ass left Yamato in a laughing fit as he tried to figure out exactly what that meant. “Of all the places...”

Yuushi’s responding laugh blew hot puffs of air over Yamato’s wet arousal. “It’s looking at you,” he whispered, giving his bottom a little wiggle. Yamato’s laugh was almost as nice as his powerful moans. On both accounts, Yuushi’s ego and cock fully appreciated it.

The older man felt good on his tongue, and Yuushi could tell it would feel a million times better sliding in and out of his throat. But as Yamato’s hot breath taunted him, Yuushi took that moment to relax, nuzzle the soft skin against his lips and get used to Yamato’s heady scent.

This was what Yamato enjoyed-bouts of teasing and laughter, even while naked and deliriously hungry. He smacked the tattoo with the palm of his hand, taking a moment to soothe the sting out. He couldn’t help it, Yuushi’s butt just demanded spanking.

He settled down, wetting his tongue and every so slowly tracing around the rim, just below the head of Yuushi’s cock. Like any good meal, this sausage would have to slowly be devoured. A low purr escaped his throat as he continued to slowly lick his way down, half-testing to see just how big he really was. “I hope it likes what I do with sausage.”

A deep, surprised yelp escaped Yuushi’s lips at impact. Though he was quite experienced in all manner of cookbooks, no one had quite ever had the gall to spank him before. It was more shocking than unpleasant, and he found himself rocking back to the soothing touch of Yamato’s palm. “I forgot about the tenderizing part of the recipe,” Yuushi said with a chuckle, that turned into a moan as Yamato’s skillful mouth went about plunging him into bliss.  “It can already tell...that you know what to do with a sausage...”

That purr in and of itself made his cock twitch in Yamato’s grip.

Bringing his attention to the cock before him, Yuushi pressed his mouth to the head and bestowed slow, languid kisses down the length, feeling it on his mouth and tongue. As he took Yamato into his mouth, Yuushi hummed lowly, letting Yamato feel his voice surround him.

“The best part, my friend,” Yamato chuckled as his hand slipped lower, rolling his heavy balls in his palm before gripping the base of his cock. “It must be done with skill, and care...takes a real man to tenderize meat.”  He busied himself for a moment, content with slipping Yuushi into his mouth and sucking lightly, not quite filling his mouth yet. He reasoned there was a lot more that he could do, but flourishes were for another time. For now, it was simply a good, old-fashioned sausage breakfast.

Or so he thought. Yuushi’s low hum sent vibrations up Yamato’s body, that settled into his groin and nearly drove him mad with the sudden intensity. Two, however, could play at that game-Yamato abandoned his original plan to tease and took more of Yuushi’s thick cock into his mouth, stretching open wide to see how much could fit and how well it could muffle his moans of delight, his languidness suddenly turning into a much more eager lover.

Having tenderized meat himself from time to time, Yuushi well understood how much knowledge and awareness was involved in the task...he simply never expected to be on the receiving end of such a maneuver. It was a clever move on Yamato’s part.

The sound changed with Yamato’s movement, climbing in its intensity with the pressure exerted on his own. Yamato’s mouth gave him just the right amount of wet, delicious friction to drive him absolutely wild without having the imperative need to come. He wanted to enjoy his new lover’s skillful mouth for at least a little longer. Yuushi could hardly call himself a cook if he couldn’t take more than a few minutes of heat in the kitchen. Not that Yamato was making it easy. He thrust his hips slowly at Yamato, not quite forcing himself at the dark haired man, but it was the only way he could say oh fuck yes more, without releasing his own prize.

As he bobbed his head, taking in more of Yamato’s cock and shifting back again, Yuushi continued his song. He didn’t bring Yamato’s long, thick cock as deep as he knew he could, but he would have to save some surprise for later. After all, what was life without a little mystery?

It was completely involuntary-the simple motion caused Yamato’s mouth to relax and open wider, not completely taking him in, but giving Yuushi a hint as to what he could do with his mouth, once he had enough preparation. Yuushi’s cock was thicker than what he usually took, and through the haze of his impending climax, he could only groan at the thought of everything else they could do.

He couldn’t really tell what song Yuushi was humming, he’d have to ask later. There was too much stimulation, Yuushi’s mouth just as warm and welcoming as he imagined his ass to be as well-yet another option to explore later. His moans grew louder and more erratic as he didn’t even bother to stop them-his lover’s tongue, the occasionaly gentle scrape of his teeth, the teasing kisses that covered his entire body were too pleasant just to isolate to one session.

Yuushi resisted the temptation to bring Yamato deeper, because he just felt so damn good in his mouth. As his nonsensical song was coming to the end, Yuushi teased Yamato with his hands by fondling his balls and slipping behind to touch the sensitive skin. He could feel that his partner was close too.

“MMmnnnnn,” Yuushi moaned around Yamato’s arousal. His body shuddered and shook, knowing that an orgasm that would shake him completely was drawing near. Hearing Yamato’s voice sound over his own organ as his cock sank into that wonderful, seemingly endless throat. To warn Yamato, he made a more imperative noise and pulled up a little, so the dark haired man could swallow or not as he pleased.

And close he was, Yamato’s hand digging into the skin of his back just to try and hold off for a few more seconds. It wasn’t working well, Yuushi just seemed to know all of his sensitive areas, every place he loved to be touched and how. His intended noises became far less intended as he pulled Yuushi back down to where he was, knowing exactly what was in store.

That simple motion caused another series of fresh moans, the sound deeper as he tried to will off his impending climax, the shivers that rocked his body whenever Yuushi’s deft fingers managed to stroke just right there being just enough, he couldn’t hold back. His loud cries were just barely muted as his body arched upwards in a climax that he thought would never stop, not that he wanted it to. It had been a long time since he had a lover who could make him see stars-and never just from a blowjob.

Fuck yes, was Yuushi’s only thought as he felt his body climax from that delicious heat, and just about exploding from pleasure. He clutched to Yamato’s thighs for support, his vision went white from the corners, and the only thing he was cognitively aware of was Yamato’s voice and taste. Surely enough, he tasted a little extra spice; the man hadn’t been lying.

And then, when awareness drifted somewhat back into him, he let Yamato’s cock slip from his mouth and rested his head on a muscular thigh. Calm and post coital, he licked his lips and rubbed his cheek against Yamato’s skin.

“What a cook, indeed,” he purred a few minutes later, when he could speak.

“A master cook,” Yamato agreed as he relaxed onto the towel, licking his lips to catch any stray drops. He had swallowed, of course, and found Yuushi not to be unpleasant in the slightest-he really did have a body built for sausage-making.

He felt warm and sated, knowing that now he could relax more, not worry about the former frantic pace. He kissed Yuushi’s cock before letting it go from his lips, his arms secure over Yuushi’s ankles. “We’ll have to make more sausage soon.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but first,” Yuushi squirmed out of Yamato’s grip to lay on his side, facing the older man. “Kiss the cook?”

It was more of a demand than an answer, as Yuushi cupped angular cheeks and kissed him deeply, sharing Yamato’s own taste.

Yamato sighed happily into Yuushi’s mouth, pleased to discover that their tastes mixed quite well. His hand made it’s way over Yuushi’s hips, resting comfortably as they made out, Yamato only pulling away when he desperately needed so-and then, only a few centimeters.

“That’s how I thank the cook for a nice dish,” he murmured. “We should cook together again.”

Yuushi couldn’t get enough of Yamato’s mouth. He was absolutely addicted to chasing that palate, and it was even better when their tastes mingled for him to savor. As hands embraced him warmly, Yuushi released a relaxed moan. It was nice, to have this closer comfort after such an intimate experience.

“Of course,” Yuushi muttered, smiling against Yamato’s lips. “We need to perfect our sausage making process, after all.”

He relaxed back onto the towel, hands still comfortably gripping Yuushi. Yamato was a firm believer in sharing afterglow, and Yuushi provided a nice mouth to continue to kiss. While he barely knew anything about him beyond the fact that he did know his sausage, he could tell that they could be good friends.

He chuckled. “Perfect it, and continue to perfect it. Practice does make perfect.”

Yuushi’s fingers tucked soft, dark locks behind Yamato’s ear, and his lips offered another sweet, lingering kiss. “And master chef or no, I believe there is always room for more...innovation, in sausage making.”

Yamato Yuudai. Yuushi thought about using his name, but it was exciting to settle on closer to someone who may or may not know your name. Just in case Yamato didn’t remember him, it was probably best he keep his secret.

“There’s always something that hasn’t been tried,” Yamato agreed, exchanging kiss for kiss. Lying naked on a beach, with the ocean crashing in the background-the scenery was perfect, he had an affectionate, attractive man in his arms-what else could be better?

He had, of course, remembered Yuushi from the camp-not particularly well, but enough to remember his name and that he was handsome back then as well. “So, mysterious stranger,” he drawled, keeping up the play, “I hope you don’t mind company during your sunbathing.”

“I prefer that you keep me company,” Yuushi stated plainly, turning onto his front to expose his backside to the sun. Leaning his head on his forearms, dark eyes flicked up at Yamato, “Though you should probably put some sunblock on your face. You’re a little red on the nose, Sir Beatle.”

“Ah, it’ll tan,” Yamato said, waving it off. “I’d be a little more worried about my ass, however, since you’ve done such a nice job with that sunblock, I should be fine, my fellow epicurean.” He wondered if he’d ever use names-the code was just fun.

“As if I’d let that fine booty burn,” Yuushi smirked. He let his glasses slip off onto the blanket for a more comfortable tanning session; it wasn’t like he really needed them anyway. “Don’t worry, dear chef, I’ll watch your back vigilantly.”

Yamato settled onto his back, letting said booty finally be exposed to the sun-it was strikingly pale compared to the rest of him. “I have a feeling that statement just told me that you prefer to be the chef in the kitchen, yes?”

Yuushi paused for a moment to figure out how to respond, “Hm, well, I can’t say I think of it that way. Both chefs are equal, but you can say that I prefer to....stir the pot.”

Dark eyes shifted to look shamelessly at the pale beacon of an ass. It was cute, and Yuushi couldn’t wait to have his hands (among other body parts) all over it again.

Yamato could feel Yuushi’s stare on his body-and frankly, it didn’t bother him one bit. In fact, he even enjoyed being oogled.  “Hmmm....” he mused. “I happen to enjoy stirring and being the pot, so to speak. Both are quite enjoyable, with the right co-chef.”

“Flexible, aren’t you, mystery man?” Yuushi husked, quite pleased to hear that second half of the sentence. Bottoming was not exactly something he was accustomed to: his only experiences of filling that role were half formed memories of drunken nights, and waking up with an aching ass. “That’s very good news for any chef to hear of a partner.”

“Flexible indeed,” Yamato murmured, knowing that his was a rare like. He found it more fun that way, though, and decided that eventually, he’d have to sweet-talk Yuushi into the other side of things-he did know what he was doing, after all. “Butchering buddies, then?”

“I’m so glad that we could meat,” Yuushi said, and smiled widely at the man next to him. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”