Nothing lasts forever (babe)
Title: Nothing Lasts Forever (babe)
Characters/Pairings: Koyama/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,510
Warnings: drunk (but not unwanted) sex, slight pain kink, AU
Summary: Some things you can't deny.
Notes: Written for joshua_glass for je-otherworlds 2012. My thanks to beltenebra for the encouragement, hand-holding, and beta.
Vm~
The pull is so strong, standing so close. He can see it there, pulsing at his throat, the milky jewel the man only keeps because it's pretty. Koyama snarls at the thought. It's taken him so long to find it. He will have it.
Vm~
Ryo sways sluggishly in the corner, only connecting with the music's tempo every now and then. The press of people around him is comforting in its own way, and he vaguely registers the soft pressure of breasts against his shoulder and smiles hazily. In one abrupt moment it's gone, and he feels himself being pulled sharply up against another stranger, all hard lines and tall; he tilts his head up to squint blearily at the man and inhales harshly at his expression, feral hunger and promise in his confident smile and narrow eyes.
One moment melts into the next and Ryo wishes he hadn't drank so much or maybe he should always drink this much because he hasn't felt this good ever. Sharp teeth nip at his neck almost too hard as he fumbles with the hotel key and long, sure fingers close over his and slip the key effortlessly into the lock. Ryo sees the light go green and then he's on the bed, his shirt being jerked off, hears the sound of ripping thread and the dull thud of buttons hitting the bedspread. All he can do is smile stupidly and try to keep up, his hands reaching out to strip the other man. He's not sure if he succeeds or the man does it himself, but it doesn't matter because the next thing he knows they're naked, rubbing together harshly, the sound of panting wet and heavy in the air.
Wet lips drag along his neck until he feels a gentle tug at his throat, his pendant caught between the man's teeth and he giggles. Then their lips are together and there's the blunt press of a cock against his ass and he grits his teeth at the feeling until they're rocking together, his legs wrapped around the man's waist, hands wrapped around his biceps. He bites his lips when fingers wrap around his cock and the earth shatters all around him.
He wakes to sunlight and warmth and a finger tracing along his neck. Shivering, he struggles to open his eyes against a puffy soreness. They fly open when a chilled glass presses against his cheek and he's helped into a sitting position so he can drink the whole glass of water in one go. The man watches him with a lazy sort of interest and Ryo's pleasantly surprised to see that he's just as beautiful in the morning as he was last night even with Ryo's nasty hangover. Not that he does this often, but he's had some doozies.
"Your name?" he asks, voice extra rough and he wonders how much he screamed last night.
"Why?" He smiles when he says it, amusement written across his face and Ryo wonders why he's laughing.
"You're still here."
The guy shrugs. "Koyama," he says, and slides smoothly out of bed, stretching languorously. His skin is uniformly caramel, covering lean muscle and a narrow frame, and his hair glows burnished bronze in the light.
Ryo frowns as Koyama begins pulling on his clothes. "Number?"
Koyama smirks. "Just because I was still here in the morning doesn't mean I want more. Thanks, though," he adds flippantly, and then he's out the door with a wave.
Reaching up, Ryo tugs thoughtfully at his necklace.
Vm~
God, so close. He'd wanted to rip it off the man's neck and swallow it whole. Waiting patiently in the lobby corner, he watches the man walk out with a frown on his face, and Koyama smiles.
Vm~
He sees Koyama everywhere, just out of the corner of his eye, but he's never there. Constant flashes of the man towering over him possessively, the sharp pain of teeth against skin and he traces his fingers over the still-tender places. He's never there until he is, directly in front of him and grinning confidently before reaching out slowly to clasp Ryo's shoulder and press his thumb hard against one of the bruises, smile widening at Ryo's hiss.
"I changed my mind," he murmurs, and grabs Ryo's hand, dragging him behind him until they come to a car and Koyama opens the passenger door, ushering him in almost gently before slamming the door behind him, and Ryo shudders. They're silent, Koyama pulling Ryo out of the car and up some stairs into a sparsely decorated apartment before pushing him against the wall and kissing him breathless, tongue and sharp teeth and wandering hands so quick and smooth he doesn't realize he's been undressed until he hears his clothes hitting the floor.
Koyama's on his knees, Ryo's erection between his lips and fingers at his ass and it's all too fast and hard and much but he groans when Koyama's fingers dig into his hips; he hopes they leave a mark. He takes him against the wall, Ryo's teeth biting into his shoulders to stop his voice from ringing out as Koyama gets him off hard, a bright copper tang spreading over his tongue and a scream dying in his throat.
The floor is hard and cold but he doesn't want to move. He can hear Koyama shuffling around the apartment doing god knows what, and he finally drags himself to his feet and walks through the apartment without bothering to get dressed. Finding the bathroom, he runs the water and watches the tub fill slowly. Without compunction, he slides into the scalding hot water, tipping his head back against the wall. He can still taste Koyama in his mouth and he runs his tongue along his teeth, eyes closed.
When he opens them Koyama is there in a pair of sweatpants, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed, an amused smile on his face.
"Make yourself at home?"
Ryo just smiles lazily and watches Koyama move gracefully to sit on the edge of the tub. Koyama reaches out and runs gentle fingers over Ryo's collarbones, pressing against the bruises there thoughtfully and Ryo inhales sharply each time. Fingers trailing lower, they dip beneath the water and follow the trail of marks, the soft pads of his fingers pushing against each one, the dull pain shooting straight to Ryo's groin and making him groan. In the end, Koyama pulls him from the water, limp and overheated and fucks him on the bathroom floor. This time, though, he picks Ryo up and carries him to bed after they're done, the last thing Ryo knows for a while.
When he wakes, Koyama's gone but there's a note telling him to lock the door on his way out, and taxi fare.
Vm~
The thrill of the game is hard to resist and even though he wants it so badly, he also thinks this might be too easy.
Vm~
"What do you want?" Ryo gasps against his lips, Koyama's fingers already busy at Ryo's belt.
"Anything you want to give me," is his answer.
"Everything. Anything," he pants, and Koyama chuckles low against his collarbone.
"You're so easy."
"Am not," he protests, but it's weak, and Koyama pulls back and looks at him, eyes hooded.
"Beg," he commands, fingers stroking lightly over Ryo's still-clothed erection.
"Not funny," he says, a little angry. Mostly from embarrassment, he knows, because he's got him trapped. He pushes at Koyama's shoulders.
The palm of Koyama's hand grinds down against his cock and Ryo lets out a strangled whimper. "Do you really want me to leave?"
"Yes," Ryo spits, and Koyama's eyebrows shoot up, his hand pressing more firmly down. "No. Fuck."
Koyama leans close. "Beg," he whispers throatily, lips grazing the shell of Ryo's ear.
"Please," Ryo replies, voice breaking across the word. He feels Koyama's lips widen against his jaw.
Vm~
So close. He can almost taste it; like sweat and tears and desperation.
Vm~
Ryo does it because he wants to mark him too, somehow, because he never seems to leave anything behind on Koyama's unblemished skin. Unclasping the pendant he wraps it around Koyama's neck, the look on the other man's face unfathomable as he fastens it there. Koyama's face pulls into a grimace before he grabs Ryo harshly and yanks him close, their lips crashing together, Ryo crying out as Koyama finds every weakness and exploits it. It feels like forever and never again as they come together, like every time rolled into one, like he's making up for something.
He's drained and damaged and feels so good. He dreams of Koyama standing in the moonlight and watching him, reaching up to the necklace and ripping it off and bringing the glowing gem to his lips and drinking it down; of Koyama shimmering and stretching and changing into copper light, the outline of a multi-tailed creature burned briefly across his eyes.
When he wakes there's no Koyama and no note, just the keys to the apartment. He reaches up to his neck and traces his fingers along the empty space.
Characters/Pairings: Koyama/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,510
Warnings: drunk (but not unwanted) sex, slight pain kink, AU
Summary: Some things you can't deny.
Notes: Written for joshua_glass for je-otherworlds 2012. My thanks to beltenebra for the encouragement, hand-holding, and beta.
Vm~
The pull is so strong, standing so close. He can see it there, pulsing at his throat, the milky jewel the man only keeps because it's pretty. Koyama snarls at the thought. It's taken him so long to find it. He will have it.
Vm~
Ryo sways sluggishly in the corner, only connecting with the music's tempo every now and then. The press of people around him is comforting in its own way, and he vaguely registers the soft pressure of breasts against his shoulder and smiles hazily. In one abrupt moment it's gone, and he feels himself being pulled sharply up against another stranger, all hard lines and tall; he tilts his head up to squint blearily at the man and inhales harshly at his expression, feral hunger and promise in his confident smile and narrow eyes.
One moment melts into the next and Ryo wishes he hadn't drank so much or maybe he should always drink this much because he hasn't felt this good ever. Sharp teeth nip at his neck almost too hard as he fumbles with the hotel key and long, sure fingers close over his and slip the key effortlessly into the lock. Ryo sees the light go green and then he's on the bed, his shirt being jerked off, hears the sound of ripping thread and the dull thud of buttons hitting the bedspread. All he can do is smile stupidly and try to keep up, his hands reaching out to strip the other man. He's not sure if he succeeds or the man does it himself, but it doesn't matter because the next thing he knows they're naked, rubbing together harshly, the sound of panting wet and heavy in the air.
Wet lips drag along his neck until he feels a gentle tug at his throat, his pendant caught between the man's teeth and he giggles. Then their lips are together and there's the blunt press of a cock against his ass and he grits his teeth at the feeling until they're rocking together, his legs wrapped around the man's waist, hands wrapped around his biceps. He bites his lips when fingers wrap around his cock and the earth shatters all around him.
He wakes to sunlight and warmth and a finger tracing along his neck. Shivering, he struggles to open his eyes against a puffy soreness. They fly open when a chilled glass presses against his cheek and he's helped into a sitting position so he can drink the whole glass of water in one go. The man watches him with a lazy sort of interest and Ryo's pleasantly surprised to see that he's just as beautiful in the morning as he was last night even with Ryo's nasty hangover. Not that he does this often, but he's had some doozies.
"Your name?" he asks, voice extra rough and he wonders how much he screamed last night.
"Why?" He smiles when he says it, amusement written across his face and Ryo wonders why he's laughing.
"You're still here."
The guy shrugs. "Koyama," he says, and slides smoothly out of bed, stretching languorously. His skin is uniformly caramel, covering lean muscle and a narrow frame, and his hair glows burnished bronze in the light.
Ryo frowns as Koyama begins pulling on his clothes. "Number?"
Koyama smirks. "Just because I was still here in the morning doesn't mean I want more. Thanks, though," he adds flippantly, and then he's out the door with a wave.
Reaching up, Ryo tugs thoughtfully at his necklace.
Vm~
God, so close. He'd wanted to rip it off the man's neck and swallow it whole. Waiting patiently in the lobby corner, he watches the man walk out with a frown on his face, and Koyama smiles.
Vm~
He sees Koyama everywhere, just out of the corner of his eye, but he's never there. Constant flashes of the man towering over him possessively, the sharp pain of teeth against skin and he traces his fingers over the still-tender places. He's never there until he is, directly in front of him and grinning confidently before reaching out slowly to clasp Ryo's shoulder and press his thumb hard against one of the bruises, smile widening at Ryo's hiss.
"I changed my mind," he murmurs, and grabs Ryo's hand, dragging him behind him until they come to a car and Koyama opens the passenger door, ushering him in almost gently before slamming the door behind him, and Ryo shudders. They're silent, Koyama pulling Ryo out of the car and up some stairs into a sparsely decorated apartment before pushing him against the wall and kissing him breathless, tongue and sharp teeth and wandering hands so quick and smooth he doesn't realize he's been undressed until he hears his clothes hitting the floor.
Koyama's on his knees, Ryo's erection between his lips and fingers at his ass and it's all too fast and hard and much but he groans when Koyama's fingers dig into his hips; he hopes they leave a mark. He takes him against the wall, Ryo's teeth biting into his shoulders to stop his voice from ringing out as Koyama gets him off hard, a bright copper tang spreading over his tongue and a scream dying in his throat.
The floor is hard and cold but he doesn't want to move. He can hear Koyama shuffling around the apartment doing god knows what, and he finally drags himself to his feet and walks through the apartment without bothering to get dressed. Finding the bathroom, he runs the water and watches the tub fill slowly. Without compunction, he slides into the scalding hot water, tipping his head back against the wall. He can still taste Koyama in his mouth and he runs his tongue along his teeth, eyes closed.
When he opens them Koyama is there in a pair of sweatpants, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed, an amused smile on his face.
"Make yourself at home?"
Ryo just smiles lazily and watches Koyama move gracefully to sit on the edge of the tub. Koyama reaches out and runs gentle fingers over Ryo's collarbones, pressing against the bruises there thoughtfully and Ryo inhales sharply each time. Fingers trailing lower, they dip beneath the water and follow the trail of marks, the soft pads of his fingers pushing against each one, the dull pain shooting straight to Ryo's groin and making him groan. In the end, Koyama pulls him from the water, limp and overheated and fucks him on the bathroom floor. This time, though, he picks Ryo up and carries him to bed after they're done, the last thing Ryo knows for a while.
When he wakes, Koyama's gone but there's a note telling him to lock the door on his way out, and taxi fare.
Vm~
The thrill of the game is hard to resist and even though he wants it so badly, he also thinks this might be too easy.
Vm~
"What do you want?" Ryo gasps against his lips, Koyama's fingers already busy at Ryo's belt.
"Anything you want to give me," is his answer.
"Everything. Anything," he pants, and Koyama chuckles low against his collarbone.
"You're so easy."
"Am not," he protests, but it's weak, and Koyama pulls back and looks at him, eyes hooded.
"Beg," he commands, fingers stroking lightly over Ryo's still-clothed erection.
"Not funny," he says, a little angry. Mostly from embarrassment, he knows, because he's got him trapped. He pushes at Koyama's shoulders.
The palm of Koyama's hand grinds down against his cock and Ryo lets out a strangled whimper. "Do you really want me to leave?"
"Yes," Ryo spits, and Koyama's eyebrows shoot up, his hand pressing more firmly down. "No. Fuck."
Koyama leans close. "Beg," he whispers throatily, lips grazing the shell of Ryo's ear.
"Please," Ryo replies, voice breaking across the word. He feels Koyama's lips widen against his jaw.
Vm~
So close. He can almost taste it; like sweat and tears and desperation.
Vm~
Ryo does it because he wants to mark him too, somehow, because he never seems to leave anything behind on Koyama's unblemished skin. Unclasping the pendant he wraps it around Koyama's neck, the look on the other man's face unfathomable as he fastens it there. Koyama's face pulls into a grimace before he grabs Ryo harshly and yanks him close, their lips crashing together, Ryo crying out as Koyama finds every weakness and exploits it. It feels like forever and never again as they come together, like every time rolled into one, like he's making up for something.
He's drained and damaged and feels so good. He dreams of Koyama standing in the moonlight and watching him, reaching up to the necklace and ripping it off and bringing the glowing gem to his lips and drinking it down; of Koyama shimmering and stretching and changing into copper light, the outline of a multi-tailed creature burned briefly across his eyes.
When he wakes there's no Koyama and no note, just the keys to the apartment. He reaches up to his neck and traces his fingers along the empty space.