Seven Deadly Sins: Envy.
[Title | Envy ]
[Fandom | Tenipuri ]
[Characters | Sanada, Keigo ]
[Rating | NC-17 ]
[Summary | Where Keigo finally ends it all. ]
[Disclaimer | I do not own ANY of these boys. I merely play with Konomi's toys when he's not looking. ]
[AN | This isn't the version posted up on ff.net ;; it has 400 words of spice added to it :3 So please don't throw rotten tomatoes at me.. T_T T'is my first time~ Excuse the horrendous grammar mistakes too... I've managed to confuse myself AND my beta. ♥ Sankyuu shinobee~]
I wonder if you’ll show up. The food I've prepared has gone cold by the late hour and waits upon the table that had been set out as if it were some romantic dinner out of a trashy novel. The candles I had lit have burnt down to the wick. I gaze at the clock once more. The same grandfather clock stands in the corner. It has witnessed all our fights, all our lies and all our empty promises.
You are now a married man with a beautiful two year old daughter as a result of your matrimony. I have seen you laughing with her in your arms, your wife by your side and it makes me jealous to see you with your family as if you haven’t a care in the world. I can only regard myself as a third wheel and had turned away then in disgust for wasting an hour of my already miserable and hectic life.
The occasion is marked on my calendar - your third wedding anniversary, and you had planned a trip to somewhere exotic. However, you have stayed behind to tie up some urgent business ends and I wonder if I am also another of those business ends that you have failed to tie up for the last few years. I keep reminding you to stop your foolish decision of continuing this affair but we both know that if it was to have ended, it would have been on the night of your marriage.
I still remember your wedding: the white carnations and roses swathed the entire chapel in their pure light. Your wife had made a good decision. Your brother stood at your elbow as the best man, and he looked very smart in his white tailored suit. Your parents were overcome with joy at your nuptial, even if your father’s face was as impassive as yours. It was a beautiful ceremony and there were smiles on everyone’s faces, including yours for the very first time.
She looked every part the blushing virginal bride and everyone in the chapel was awed by her beauty. It was truly a match to behold and I knew that it was impossible for me to ruin her dreams of marrying the man of her heart; even if the man had unbeknownst to all already owned my heart.
The reception was just as stunningly beautiful as the wedding ceremony. I hadn’t wanted to attend it, but it would hardly have been proper of me to not to celebrate your holy matrimony with a customary speech and toast which could only have been churned out by the insane amount of alcohol I had consumed.
“…Congratulations. Please raise your glasses once more to the Bride and Groom.” The entire room mimicked and I had locked eyes with you as I tilted the flute of red pinot noir upwards, draining the liquor in one gulp. It was the speech that you had expected from me - as one of your more eloquent friends. No, we had become mere acquaintances then.
What had we been? ‘More than friends but less than lovers,’ you had said when I asked. I smiled and buried my own disappointment at your careless answer. It was nice to know when you were wanted.
I don’t know why you still insist on the occasional nightly romp. Surely your wife can satisfy you in bed far more than I can, but I could never question your visits when you turn up unannounced on my doorstep. It is the only thing I look forward to on the cold, lonely nights - that you might come and dispel the loneliness in my heart.
By then, I have come to take your visits for granted and it was to my surprise when my own father and mother found the supposed ‘perfect woman’ for me as a permanent way of quelling my apparent impotency. I hadn’t bothered to correct them on my sexual activity and definitely not my sexual preference. After all, I have no lover to boast of and the only man who comes closest to it insists we are nothing more than fuck buddies.
My thoughts are disturbed by a quiet knocking on the door and I know it can only be you. I had asked you to show up four hours ago but I can’t have expected you to drive straight over after work. I'm not a woman you dedicate yourself to, nor am I even remotely important. You have made certain of that.
The door is always unlocked and you walk in with your coat pulled taut around your shoulders. The fabric is glistening with moisture. It is raining, you say. I hadn’t noticed for the fire that is crackling in the hearth had drowned out the depressing sounds. You close the door softly and shrug out of your coat, dropping your business bag by the door. By morning, the bag would be gone and you along with it. It is always going to be the same.
“Where have you been?” I ask, watching you undo your shoelaces. Business, you reply; just like every other time I had bothered to mention your unpunctuality. I nod in acceptance and wait for you to walk towards the warm fire where you usually take your scotch. I sit down on the white designer chair opposite the window, unsure of how to end and finally sever the only thing that is keeping me in Japan.
You look up from the rug with your empty glass in hand. “Close the curtains, Keigo. All we need is the firelight.” I sigh, knowing you are right and slowly get off the chair to pull the plush red curtains shut. The curtains are crushed in my grip, and I can only delay the eventual ending of all your visits for so long. When I finally let go of the curtains and turn around, you have a bottle of Father’s best Shiraz half opened.
When you finally have it uncorked and resettled yourself on the rug in front of the fire, your eyes beckon me. Moments later, I find myself tucked into your warm body with the bottle of Shiraz at my lips. I know you’re watching my throat work, and the wine produces such a wonderful buzz in my head that I cannot help but swallow another mouthful. I relinquish my claim on the bottle knowing that you too wanted to drink the red wine.
You take a long draught of the wine and I’m satisfied just by watching the flames dance. But you aren’t and you seize my lips in a kiss, sharing the Shiraz between us. I had asked you why you made it a habit to do that and you always replied as you nuzzled my cheek that everything tasted better that way. I can only mull over my guilt of sharing your lips and your bed more often than your wife has.
Everything is forgotten the moment I feel you doing the most wonderful things to my neck. Every damn time you come, you take me in front of the fire. Your fingers work quickly at the buttons of my shirt, brushing teasingly against my hardening nipples. Fuck… your mouth is so hot against my neck, revealing every inch of my pale alabaster skin. Yet you never let me shrug the unbuttoned shirt off, saying it adds to the romantic feel of making love in front of a fireplace.
The romantic, almost loving and gentle way you treat me sometimes makes up for the third or forth bout of sex upon my bed. Sometimes you are cruel and make me beg, humiliating me as you thrust harshly into my mouth, telling me to lick your length good as my saliva will be the only lubricant used. I wonder if my bed really is reserved only for the most primitive and hard of fucks or just whenever you want it. You set the pace.
But tonight, you take care. The hidden tube is held easily in your left hand and I watch as you tease at my opening. The push of one of your wonderfully long fingers inside me sends shivers down my spine and makes me arch my back at the sensation. One finger becomes two, two becomes three and you whisper the silliest, loving things into my ears that I can only pant harshly back in reply at as your hand mimics the art of love making.
When you are sufficiently satisfied, you retract your fingers. You chuckle at my whine with promises of something even better on your lips. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch through lust-hazed eyes at the quick lubrication job you do on your cock, and then as you position yourself comfortably between my legs.
You lean over me, hovering above my lips and smirk victoriously, pushing yourself slowly inside, making sure I feel every inch of you slide into me. My head spins in delirious pleasure and I can faintly register the pain until you aim at that spot again and again and again. The light touch of your hand around my arousal brings me closer to the liquid core of pleasure. Our grunts mix with the jingle of your belt buckle and the pace quickens further until I can take it no more and come between our sweaty bodies.
There are only a few moments where I can admire you as you too reach that precipice of ecstasy. Your brow knots in concentration and when you come apart, you become the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The bottle of Shiraz lays forgotten on the rug, contributing to the many stains already that are already there.
I am content on most days to lie in a heap in front of the fire, watching as you recuperate, but you are never satisfied and by then you would have regained your energy and renewed your sexual desire, coaxing me from a post coital snuggle mood to something else.
There is a trail of clothes that mark our journey from the living room and our lips are locked in a battle for dominance. This is one of our more passionate and desperate of kisses and I notice your fingers shaking, having divested me of my clothes before I can even lay a finger on yours.
You brutally push me into the mattress and tug impatiently to rid yourself of the confinement of fabric, lips never leaving mine as the true hopelessness of the moment sinks in. I stretch up and slide easily up the bed to make room for you, then look back down to find you naked and as beautiful as the day you were born. I spread my legs for you and wait for the inevitable invasion of my body.
Every damn time, my last thoughts would be on the impossible and this time is no different. How it would feel to wake up beside you in the morning and spend eternity with you? To have forever? You bite hard on my shoulder in warning and I can only abandon all thoughts as you push your entire length inside me.
Your rhythm is choppy at first, and I can only cling to your broad shoulders, which are laced with your years of strict kendo practice. Your harsh breaths against my cheek distract me from the almost nonexistent pain and I cry out with each practised stroke against my prostate.
By the time we finally stop entertaining our urges and needs, you are truly spent and tired from the day’s proceedings. I know even though you treat me as what many could label prostitute, you are a considerate lover. The mixed semen on my stomach is cleaned away by the quick efficient movements of your tongue and I can only ache to become something I cannot. The only sound in the room is of our mixed breaths and the shifting of the bed sheets as you pull me lazily against you.
“This is the last time, Keigo,” you grumble huskily and I always answer with a nod against your warm chest. I cannot believe your words when you have been saying the same thing since the beginning of our illicit affair. Try again next time when you have convinced yourself of the impossible.
I wait till your breathing has evened out to escape from your deceiving embrace; the tempting warmth of a lover that I can never have. I can only save tonight’s memory as one of the precious few that I have of our times together. The only evidence is safely tucked in the recesses of my mind as I wash away anymore evidence of sex.
In the end, that’s all it is. I sigh and lean against the white tiles, wishing that I hadn’t chosen such a pure colour for the interior of my bathroom. I don’t know when the tears have started to fall and I feel a bitter laugh rising from the back of my throat. I wish that you would stay, but the rational part of my mind knows full well of the family you have. I sink down to the floor and hug my knees, watching as the steam rises from the hot water that runs around me. The temperature is scalding me and I accept it as penance for my sins.
I eventually turn off the water and wrap a towel loosely around my waist, padding quietly to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Apart from my high places in society and numerous other titles, there is only one that applies behind closed doors: I am Sanada Genichirou’s whore and my reflection looks back in disgust.
But tomorrow; it will all be over tomorrow. I will leave him everything I own and he can do whatever he will with this house and my possessions that serve as a catalyst of our memories. It matters not, because by tomorrow, I will be gone.
Warm arms slip around my body and I feel your lips on my shoulder. You gaze at me and I feel a shiver as the stare travels straight to my groin. You flash that infuriating smirk at me and I watch as your fingers play with my already erect nipples. I lean back into your warmth and can feel your groin stirring.
“I’m going to take you now.”
I nod, knowing that I want this too and am powerless to stop even if I tried. Your teeth play with my ear and your perpetually impatient hands tug the towel free from my hips. There is a feral look in your eyes and my hands slide the medicine cabinet open to take out the half-used bottle of scented lubricant. You raise an eyebrow at me. ‘Lavender?’ You know better to press the issue and flick the cap open.
The lubricant on my ass is the last thing I had expected you to do, and I jerk at the cold feeling. You chuckle warmly and use the tip of your erection to spread it about. A low traitorous moan escapes my throat and I am given no warning as you push inside me for the last time. My grip on the basin tightens and I feel you fist my own erection in time.
“Look at us, Keigo.”
I avert my eyes from the interesting black spiral to the abyss known as the drain and look up to see your reflection, a smile upon your lips. You’re blushing, I note, and I tell you so. You don't reply as your thrusts quicken. My ass clenches as I spurt all over the sink, feeling your essence fill me up inside. You thrust thrice more, all the while moaning luxuriously and I milk you for all you’re worth.
The weight of you upon my back is too much for me to shoulder and I push you into the shower to wash off again. The spray is warm and comforting and you hold me loosely in your arms. I purr softly, enjoying the moment while it lasts and bow my head, feeling the needle-like moisture dampen my hair.
With the soap in your hand, you lather my entire body and wash my privates thoroughly. I do the same for you and we share another embrace under the warm shower. The hold you have around me tightens and it makes me open my eyes in annoyance.
“Let us sleep, Keigo.”
I relent and turn off the shower, watching as the water forms rivulets on the glass. A towel is pressed gently against my face and I allow you to dry me off. After you manage to dry yourself, I allow you to guide me back to bed. It is strange to think that I may have rubbed off on you, and you on me. I have learnt the virtue to be patient and you, the sin of selfishness that an exemplary male should not possess.
Then again, no exemplary male would be fucking another man four times a week either, which confuses me. You confuse me and it is a problem that my sharp mind can’t come up with an answer to. Have you caught wind that I will be leaving Japan? That isn’t possible. My parents and I have planned this with discretion on the forefront of our minds, so there isn’t any possible explanation to the sudden appearance of your tender side.
You stretch out upon the black satin sheets and wait for me to clamber into bed. I turn my back to you and rest on the one foot space on the edge of the king sized bed as far away from you as possible. I cannot let myself be seduced by this affectionate side of you. It’s a factor that I have neglected to consider when calculating the solution to our never-ending affair, and it is something that I cannot indulge in.
Then your large warm hand rests gently upon my hip and I can’t help but shiver at the love that seems to emanate from it. No. Not love, never love. Your thumb traces small circles on my hip and I slowly turn onto my back, but no more. I cannot afford to be any closer to you, but you compromise by moving closer. Your intoxicating musky scent compels me to roll over into the warmth that radiates from your body.
By the time dawn comes, I haven’t slept and the hold you have on me has grown slack. I carefully crawl out from underneath the covers and away from you. You have become my guilty addiction and I walk into the living room to gather my clothes from the floor, intent on stopping our relationship once and for all. Putting my clothes on, I procure an envelope that I have hidden the night before behind a set of heavy leather bound books. Inside the envelope are the only set of keys to the apartment and a letter written in my hand.
I walk once more to the bedroom, admiring how beautiful you look in sleep. I can’t help but be envious of your new family - something I can never be a part of. It is impossible for two men to be together, as society dictates, and the pressure of being the only heir to the Atobe name spells out the probability, or lack thereof, of this relationship.
Now that tomorrow has come, I can’t help but feel regretful. There are so many things that I could have said or could have done, but it is all too late now. I set the envelope on the counter top and go to put on my shoes, knowing that as soon as I close the front door, I can never walk back in.
Everything is done. We can finally end our little games and stop prolonging our misery. I open the door and look over my shoulder once more at the layout of the house; the house that has brought so much pain and pleasure. I am going to start a new chapter of my life and by giving you the only physical reminder, it is finally possible to end this one.
Ending Comments The docile version can be found over at fanfiction.net and I'd appreciate it if you dropped me a comment there... -ninja- In any case.. I hope I haven't scared anyone away from TangoPair. Because really, I love them both (it's SANABEE and KEIGO How could you not? XD) and I just hope that this is okay for my kindaaa first time NC-17. xD; Hope you liked~
[Fandom | Tenipuri ]
[Characters | Sanada, Keigo ]
[Rating | NC-17 ]
[Summary | Where Keigo finally ends it all. ]
[Disclaimer | I do not own ANY of these boys. I merely play with Konomi's toys when he's not looking. ]
[AN | This isn't the version posted up on ff.net ;; it has 400 words of spice added to it :3 So please don't throw rotten tomatoes at me.. T_T T'is my first time~ Excuse the horrendous grammar mistakes too... I've managed to confuse myself AND my beta. ♥ Sankyuu shinobee~]
I wonder if you’ll show up. The food I've prepared has gone cold by the late hour and waits upon the table that had been set out as if it were some romantic dinner out of a trashy novel. The candles I had lit have burnt down to the wick. I gaze at the clock once more. The same grandfather clock stands in the corner. It has witnessed all our fights, all our lies and all our empty promises.
You are now a married man with a beautiful two year old daughter as a result of your matrimony. I have seen you laughing with her in your arms, your wife by your side and it makes me jealous to see you with your family as if you haven’t a care in the world. I can only regard myself as a third wheel and had turned away then in disgust for wasting an hour of my already miserable and hectic life.
The occasion is marked on my calendar - your third wedding anniversary, and you had planned a trip to somewhere exotic. However, you have stayed behind to tie up some urgent business ends and I wonder if I am also another of those business ends that you have failed to tie up for the last few years. I keep reminding you to stop your foolish decision of continuing this affair but we both know that if it was to have ended, it would have been on the night of your marriage.
I still remember your wedding: the white carnations and roses swathed the entire chapel in their pure light. Your wife had made a good decision. Your brother stood at your elbow as the best man, and he looked very smart in his white tailored suit. Your parents were overcome with joy at your nuptial, even if your father’s face was as impassive as yours. It was a beautiful ceremony and there were smiles on everyone’s faces, including yours for the very first time.
She looked every part the blushing virginal bride and everyone in the chapel was awed by her beauty. It was truly a match to behold and I knew that it was impossible for me to ruin her dreams of marrying the man of her heart; even if the man had unbeknownst to all already owned my heart.
The reception was just as stunningly beautiful as the wedding ceremony. I hadn’t wanted to attend it, but it would hardly have been proper of me to not to celebrate your holy matrimony with a customary speech and toast which could only have been churned out by the insane amount of alcohol I had consumed.
“…Congratulations. Please raise your glasses once more to the Bride and Groom.” The entire room mimicked and I had locked eyes with you as I tilted the flute of red pinot noir upwards, draining the liquor in one gulp. It was the speech that you had expected from me - as one of your more eloquent friends. No, we had become mere acquaintances then.
What had we been? ‘More than friends but less than lovers,’ you had said when I asked. I smiled and buried my own disappointment at your careless answer. It was nice to know when you were wanted.
I don’t know why you still insist on the occasional nightly romp. Surely your wife can satisfy you in bed far more than I can, but I could never question your visits when you turn up unannounced on my doorstep. It is the only thing I look forward to on the cold, lonely nights - that you might come and dispel the loneliness in my heart.
By then, I have come to take your visits for granted and it was to my surprise when my own father and mother found the supposed ‘perfect woman’ for me as a permanent way of quelling my apparent impotency. I hadn’t bothered to correct them on my sexual activity and definitely not my sexual preference. After all, I have no lover to boast of and the only man who comes closest to it insists we are nothing more than fuck buddies.
My thoughts are disturbed by a quiet knocking on the door and I know it can only be you. I had asked you to show up four hours ago but I can’t have expected you to drive straight over after work. I'm not a woman you dedicate yourself to, nor am I even remotely important. You have made certain of that.
The door is always unlocked and you walk in with your coat pulled taut around your shoulders. The fabric is glistening with moisture. It is raining, you say. I hadn’t noticed for the fire that is crackling in the hearth had drowned out the depressing sounds. You close the door softly and shrug out of your coat, dropping your business bag by the door. By morning, the bag would be gone and you along with it. It is always going to be the same.
“Where have you been?” I ask, watching you undo your shoelaces. Business, you reply; just like every other time I had bothered to mention your unpunctuality. I nod in acceptance and wait for you to walk towards the warm fire where you usually take your scotch. I sit down on the white designer chair opposite the window, unsure of how to end and finally sever the only thing that is keeping me in Japan.
You look up from the rug with your empty glass in hand. “Close the curtains, Keigo. All we need is the firelight.” I sigh, knowing you are right and slowly get off the chair to pull the plush red curtains shut. The curtains are crushed in my grip, and I can only delay the eventual ending of all your visits for so long. When I finally let go of the curtains and turn around, you have a bottle of Father’s best Shiraz half opened.
When you finally have it uncorked and resettled yourself on the rug in front of the fire, your eyes beckon me. Moments later, I find myself tucked into your warm body with the bottle of Shiraz at my lips. I know you’re watching my throat work, and the wine produces such a wonderful buzz in my head that I cannot help but swallow another mouthful. I relinquish my claim on the bottle knowing that you too wanted to drink the red wine.
You take a long draught of the wine and I’m satisfied just by watching the flames dance. But you aren’t and you seize my lips in a kiss, sharing the Shiraz between us. I had asked you why you made it a habit to do that and you always replied as you nuzzled my cheek that everything tasted better that way. I can only mull over my guilt of sharing your lips and your bed more often than your wife has.
Everything is forgotten the moment I feel you doing the most wonderful things to my neck. Every damn time you come, you take me in front of the fire. Your fingers work quickly at the buttons of my shirt, brushing teasingly against my hardening nipples. Fuck… your mouth is so hot against my neck, revealing every inch of my pale alabaster skin. Yet you never let me shrug the unbuttoned shirt off, saying it adds to the romantic feel of making love in front of a fireplace.
The romantic, almost loving and gentle way you treat me sometimes makes up for the third or forth bout of sex upon my bed. Sometimes you are cruel and make me beg, humiliating me as you thrust harshly into my mouth, telling me to lick your length good as my saliva will be the only lubricant used. I wonder if my bed really is reserved only for the most primitive and hard of fucks or just whenever you want it. You set the pace.
But tonight, you take care. The hidden tube is held easily in your left hand and I watch as you tease at my opening. The push of one of your wonderfully long fingers inside me sends shivers down my spine and makes me arch my back at the sensation. One finger becomes two, two becomes three and you whisper the silliest, loving things into my ears that I can only pant harshly back in reply at as your hand mimics the art of love making.
When you are sufficiently satisfied, you retract your fingers. You chuckle at my whine with promises of something even better on your lips. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch through lust-hazed eyes at the quick lubrication job you do on your cock, and then as you position yourself comfortably between my legs.
You lean over me, hovering above my lips and smirk victoriously, pushing yourself slowly inside, making sure I feel every inch of you slide into me. My head spins in delirious pleasure and I can faintly register the pain until you aim at that spot again and again and again. The light touch of your hand around my arousal brings me closer to the liquid core of pleasure. Our grunts mix with the jingle of your belt buckle and the pace quickens further until I can take it no more and come between our sweaty bodies.
There are only a few moments where I can admire you as you too reach that precipice of ecstasy. Your brow knots in concentration and when you come apart, you become the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The bottle of Shiraz lays forgotten on the rug, contributing to the many stains already that are already there.
I am content on most days to lie in a heap in front of the fire, watching as you recuperate, but you are never satisfied and by then you would have regained your energy and renewed your sexual desire, coaxing me from a post coital snuggle mood to something else.
There is a trail of clothes that mark our journey from the living room and our lips are locked in a battle for dominance. This is one of our more passionate and desperate of kisses and I notice your fingers shaking, having divested me of my clothes before I can even lay a finger on yours.
You brutally push me into the mattress and tug impatiently to rid yourself of the confinement of fabric, lips never leaving mine as the true hopelessness of the moment sinks in. I stretch up and slide easily up the bed to make room for you, then look back down to find you naked and as beautiful as the day you were born. I spread my legs for you and wait for the inevitable invasion of my body.
Every damn time, my last thoughts would be on the impossible and this time is no different. How it would feel to wake up beside you in the morning and spend eternity with you? To have forever? You bite hard on my shoulder in warning and I can only abandon all thoughts as you push your entire length inside me.
Your rhythm is choppy at first, and I can only cling to your broad shoulders, which are laced with your years of strict kendo practice. Your harsh breaths against my cheek distract me from the almost nonexistent pain and I cry out with each practised stroke against my prostate.
By the time we finally stop entertaining our urges and needs, you are truly spent and tired from the day’s proceedings. I know even though you treat me as what many could label prostitute, you are a considerate lover. The mixed semen on my stomach is cleaned away by the quick efficient movements of your tongue and I can only ache to become something I cannot. The only sound in the room is of our mixed breaths and the shifting of the bed sheets as you pull me lazily against you.
“This is the last time, Keigo,” you grumble huskily and I always answer with a nod against your warm chest. I cannot believe your words when you have been saying the same thing since the beginning of our illicit affair. Try again next time when you have convinced yourself of the impossible.
I wait till your breathing has evened out to escape from your deceiving embrace; the tempting warmth of a lover that I can never have. I can only save tonight’s memory as one of the precious few that I have of our times together. The only evidence is safely tucked in the recesses of my mind as I wash away anymore evidence of sex.
In the end, that’s all it is. I sigh and lean against the white tiles, wishing that I hadn’t chosen such a pure colour for the interior of my bathroom. I don’t know when the tears have started to fall and I feel a bitter laugh rising from the back of my throat. I wish that you would stay, but the rational part of my mind knows full well of the family you have. I sink down to the floor and hug my knees, watching as the steam rises from the hot water that runs around me. The temperature is scalding me and I accept it as penance for my sins.
I eventually turn off the water and wrap a towel loosely around my waist, padding quietly to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Apart from my high places in society and numerous other titles, there is only one that applies behind closed doors: I am Sanada Genichirou’s whore and my reflection looks back in disgust.
But tomorrow; it will all be over tomorrow. I will leave him everything I own and he can do whatever he will with this house and my possessions that serve as a catalyst of our memories. It matters not, because by tomorrow, I will be gone.
Warm arms slip around my body and I feel your lips on my shoulder. You gaze at me and I feel a shiver as the stare travels straight to my groin. You flash that infuriating smirk at me and I watch as your fingers play with my already erect nipples. I lean back into your warmth and can feel your groin stirring.
“I’m going to take you now.”
I nod, knowing that I want this too and am powerless to stop even if I tried. Your teeth play with my ear and your perpetually impatient hands tug the towel free from my hips. There is a feral look in your eyes and my hands slide the medicine cabinet open to take out the half-used bottle of scented lubricant. You raise an eyebrow at me. ‘Lavender?’ You know better to press the issue and flick the cap open.
The lubricant on my ass is the last thing I had expected you to do, and I jerk at the cold feeling. You chuckle warmly and use the tip of your erection to spread it about. A low traitorous moan escapes my throat and I am given no warning as you push inside me for the last time. My grip on the basin tightens and I feel you fist my own erection in time.
“Look at us, Keigo.”
I avert my eyes from the interesting black spiral to the abyss known as the drain and look up to see your reflection, a smile upon your lips. You’re blushing, I note, and I tell you so. You don't reply as your thrusts quicken. My ass clenches as I spurt all over the sink, feeling your essence fill me up inside. You thrust thrice more, all the while moaning luxuriously and I milk you for all you’re worth.
The weight of you upon my back is too much for me to shoulder and I push you into the shower to wash off again. The spray is warm and comforting and you hold me loosely in your arms. I purr softly, enjoying the moment while it lasts and bow my head, feeling the needle-like moisture dampen my hair.
With the soap in your hand, you lather my entire body and wash my privates thoroughly. I do the same for you and we share another embrace under the warm shower. The hold you have around me tightens and it makes me open my eyes in annoyance.
“Let us sleep, Keigo.”
I relent and turn off the shower, watching as the water forms rivulets on the glass. A towel is pressed gently against my face and I allow you to dry me off. After you manage to dry yourself, I allow you to guide me back to bed. It is strange to think that I may have rubbed off on you, and you on me. I have learnt the virtue to be patient and you, the sin of selfishness that an exemplary male should not possess.
Then again, no exemplary male would be fucking another man four times a week either, which confuses me. You confuse me and it is a problem that my sharp mind can’t come up with an answer to. Have you caught wind that I will be leaving Japan? That isn’t possible. My parents and I have planned this with discretion on the forefront of our minds, so there isn’t any possible explanation to the sudden appearance of your tender side.
You stretch out upon the black satin sheets and wait for me to clamber into bed. I turn my back to you and rest on the one foot space on the edge of the king sized bed as far away from you as possible. I cannot let myself be seduced by this affectionate side of you. It’s a factor that I have neglected to consider when calculating the solution to our never-ending affair, and it is something that I cannot indulge in.
Then your large warm hand rests gently upon my hip and I can’t help but shiver at the love that seems to emanate from it. No. Not love, never love. Your thumb traces small circles on my hip and I slowly turn onto my back, but no more. I cannot afford to be any closer to you, but you compromise by moving closer. Your intoxicating musky scent compels me to roll over into the warmth that radiates from your body.
By the time dawn comes, I haven’t slept and the hold you have on me has grown slack. I carefully crawl out from underneath the covers and away from you. You have become my guilty addiction and I walk into the living room to gather my clothes from the floor, intent on stopping our relationship once and for all. Putting my clothes on, I procure an envelope that I have hidden the night before behind a set of heavy leather bound books. Inside the envelope are the only set of keys to the apartment and a letter written in my hand.
I walk once more to the bedroom, admiring how beautiful you look in sleep. I can’t help but be envious of your new family - something I can never be a part of. It is impossible for two men to be together, as society dictates, and the pressure of being the only heir to the Atobe name spells out the probability, or lack thereof, of this relationship.
Now that tomorrow has come, I can’t help but feel regretful. There are so many things that I could have said or could have done, but it is all too late now. I set the envelope on the counter top and go to put on my shoes, knowing that as soon as I close the front door, I can never walk back in.
Everything is done. We can finally end our little games and stop prolonging our misery. I open the door and look over my shoulder once more at the layout of the house; the house that has brought so much pain and pleasure. I am going to start a new chapter of my life and by giving you the only physical reminder, it is finally possible to end this one.
Ending Comments The docile version can be found over at fanfiction.net and I'd appreciate it if you dropped me a comment there... -ninja- In any case.. I hope I haven't scared anyone away from TangoPair. Because really, I love them both (it's SANABEE and KEIGO How could you not? XD) and I just hope that this is okay for my kindaaa first time NC-17. xD; Hope you liked~