Six Months Later - Part 14 (END)
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Warning: OOC-ness, smex, angst
“Good.”
Asami's response snaps Akihito out of his lament. “Wha- What?” When his gaze seeks the man’s eyes for answers, all he can see is stern, solid, unwavering seriousness. “There’s no such thing as unconditional love, Akihito. It’s a fantasy for the clueless and the obsessive.” Holding his breath, the blond watches as the yakuza slowly tears the photograph in pieces. “I am not interested in anyone who promises me illusions.” The slender body shivers at the sight of Ren’s beauty now lying lacerated on the floor.
Sighing softly, Asami cups his lover’s warm, wet cheek with one palm, feeling the soft muscles twitch as the blond flinches in surprise. “Akihito, I have no such expectations of you.” His thumb brushes away a tear, caressing with his gaze the man’s puzzled expression. “I don’t need you to support me in my career. I don’t even want you to. In fact, I’ll do anything to keep you as far away from it as possible. Safe in your ignorance. Dazzling in your undefiled virtue.”
“Are you making fun of me, Asami? This is serious!” The flame of indignation in the young man’s eyes scorches Asami’s soul with its seductive heat. Unable to control himself any longer, the yakuza pins the man against the cold wall with his body, pressing his half-hard erection against the quivering flesh. As the intoxicating scent of Asami’s body invades Akihito’s senses, all thoughts of resistance die out in an instance. “Yes, this is very serious, Akihito. So listen carefully.” Clearly aroused, the blond whimpers at the warmth of the whisper against his ear. “I have no intention to involve you in my dirty business but I also don’t intend to quit. I like the power, the money, and the thrill. Besides, at this point, if I stood down, I would end up dead. And perhaps so would you.” Underneath him, the fragile body shivers again. Feeling his cock throb with desire, Asami wraps his left arm around his lover’s waist, while gently forcing him to meet his eyes with his right palm. “So I guess the question is: what weighs more for you, Akihito? Can you tolerate what you can’t accept for the sake of what you like? Can you put up sharing your life with someone like me? Willingly?” He senses his lover’s erection twitching against his own, his heart beating frantically against his chest, his eyes burning with conflicted emotions. “Or do you find me disgusting after all?” He runs a finger across the lips he is dying to kiss. “Do you hate me for my darkness, Akihito?”
Two hands grab him by the collar and drag him down into a deep, long, passionate kiss. The two bodies intertwine in a tight embrace, devouring each other ruthlessly, rubbing against each other in a crazed dance, singing in unison with gasps and pants and moans. “That’s right...mmm...bastard...I...hate y- mmm...” Before long, Akihito’s sweater is torn away from his burning skin and Asami’s coat falls heavy on the floor over the shreds of the picture. A finger loosens seductively the tie around the tall man’s neck as his tongue is being sucked with hunger. With one strong strike Akihito bears Asami’s chest of his shirt, making the man growl in his frantic arousal. In a split second, the yakuza loses his shoes and swipes his lover off his feet. Floating in that firm grip all the way to the bedroom, Akihito buries his face in the wide musty chest, nibbling on the strong muscles, licking the lines of the perfect collarbone.
The bed creaks under the weight of the two men. Stripped of all cloths and reason now, the two bodies gleam under the gentle caress of the moonlight, striving to become one in their frenzied love-making. Lips locked on lips and eyes on eyes, the two lovers consume each other greedily, tasting what was forbidden for six whole months. Through the haze of his passion, Asami watches his lover unfold in his embrace, naturally, willingly, lovingly. “A- Asami...hurry pl- mmm...” The slender body arcs with a shiver inside the man’s strong grip, as he invades it with his tongue and his cock eager to fill it with pleasure. Screams of pain and desire pour out of the small, hot mouth straight into Asami’s breath. As their connected bodies move faster and faster, nails dig deep into flesh, carving a contract of possession signed with blood. Before long, the blinding wave of orgasm takes over their entire existence, making them both shudder violently in perfect sync, crying out each other’s name with eyes closed, lost in sacred ecstasy.
Tired and content, they lay panting softly in their tight embrace, eyes shut, bodies still connected. Callous fingers stroke lazily the messy blond hair, slender ones wipe the sweat and blood running down the muscular shoulder. “Asami?” the soft voice echoes sexier than ever in the elder man’s ears. “Mmm?” The blond licks his swollen lips. I love you. “Nothing.” Asami takes a deep breath and lifts his head, seeking with his golden gaze the eyes of his lover. He brushes the wet mouth with his thumb, then gives it a gentle kiss. Breathless at the sight, Akihito observes every detail on the man’s flawless face: his soft smile, his dangling locks, his tame eyes. You are so beautiful, Asami. “Akihito?” “Mmm?” “I am Asami to the rest of the world. But to my lover, I want to be Ryuuichi.” Feeling his cheeks hot with a blush, Akihito hides his face under the man’s shoulder. “Baka, Asa-...” The man’s gentle laughter makes his heart skip a beat. With a sigh, the blond surrenders himself in the fragrant, tightening embrace. “Baka, Ryuuichi. I love you, bastard.”
Warning: OOC-ness, smex, angst
“Good.”
Asami's response snaps Akihito out of his lament. “Wha- What?” When his gaze seeks the man’s eyes for answers, all he can see is stern, solid, unwavering seriousness. “There’s no such thing as unconditional love, Akihito. It’s a fantasy for the clueless and the obsessive.” Holding his breath, the blond watches as the yakuza slowly tears the photograph in pieces. “I am not interested in anyone who promises me illusions.” The slender body shivers at the sight of Ren’s beauty now lying lacerated on the floor.
Sighing softly, Asami cups his lover’s warm, wet cheek with one palm, feeling the soft muscles twitch as the blond flinches in surprise. “Akihito, I have no such expectations of you.” His thumb brushes away a tear, caressing with his gaze the man’s puzzled expression. “I don’t need you to support me in my career. I don’t even want you to. In fact, I’ll do anything to keep you as far away from it as possible. Safe in your ignorance. Dazzling in your undefiled virtue.”
“Are you making fun of me, Asami? This is serious!” The flame of indignation in the young man’s eyes scorches Asami’s soul with its seductive heat. Unable to control himself any longer, the yakuza pins the man against the cold wall with his body, pressing his half-hard erection against the quivering flesh. As the intoxicating scent of Asami’s body invades Akihito’s senses, all thoughts of resistance die out in an instance. “Yes, this is very serious, Akihito. So listen carefully.” Clearly aroused, the blond whimpers at the warmth of the whisper against his ear. “I have no intention to involve you in my dirty business but I also don’t intend to quit. I like the power, the money, and the thrill. Besides, at this point, if I stood down, I would end up dead. And perhaps so would you.” Underneath him, the fragile body shivers again. Feeling his cock throb with desire, Asami wraps his left arm around his lover’s waist, while gently forcing him to meet his eyes with his right palm. “So I guess the question is: what weighs more for you, Akihito? Can you tolerate what you can’t accept for the sake of what you like? Can you put up sharing your life with someone like me? Willingly?” He senses his lover’s erection twitching against his own, his heart beating frantically against his chest, his eyes burning with conflicted emotions. “Or do you find me disgusting after all?” He runs a finger across the lips he is dying to kiss. “Do you hate me for my darkness, Akihito?”
Two hands grab him by the collar and drag him down into a deep, long, passionate kiss. The two bodies intertwine in a tight embrace, devouring each other ruthlessly, rubbing against each other in a crazed dance, singing in unison with gasps and pants and moans. “That’s right...mmm...bastard...I...hate y- mmm...” Before long, Akihito’s sweater is torn away from his burning skin and Asami’s coat falls heavy on the floor over the shreds of the picture. A finger loosens seductively the tie around the tall man’s neck as his tongue is being sucked with hunger. With one strong strike Akihito bears Asami’s chest of his shirt, making the man growl in his frantic arousal. In a split second, the yakuza loses his shoes and swipes his lover off his feet. Floating in that firm grip all the way to the bedroom, Akihito buries his face in the wide musty chest, nibbling on the strong muscles, licking the lines of the perfect collarbone.
The bed creaks under the weight of the two men. Stripped of all cloths and reason now, the two bodies gleam under the gentle caress of the moonlight, striving to become one in their frenzied love-making. Lips locked on lips and eyes on eyes, the two lovers consume each other greedily, tasting what was forbidden for six whole months. Through the haze of his passion, Asami watches his lover unfold in his embrace, naturally, willingly, lovingly. “A- Asami...hurry pl- mmm...” The slender body arcs with a shiver inside the man’s strong grip, as he invades it with his tongue and his cock eager to fill it with pleasure. Screams of pain and desire pour out of the small, hot mouth straight into Asami’s breath. As their connected bodies move faster and faster, nails dig deep into flesh, carving a contract of possession signed with blood. Before long, the blinding wave of orgasm takes over their entire existence, making them both shudder violently in perfect sync, crying out each other’s name with eyes closed, lost in sacred ecstasy.
Tired and content, they lay panting softly in their tight embrace, eyes shut, bodies still connected. Callous fingers stroke lazily the messy blond hair, slender ones wipe the sweat and blood running down the muscular shoulder. “Asami?” the soft voice echoes sexier than ever in the elder man’s ears. “Mmm?” The blond licks his swollen lips. I love you. “Nothing.” Asami takes a deep breath and lifts his head, seeking with his golden gaze the eyes of his lover. He brushes the wet mouth with his thumb, then gives it a gentle kiss. Breathless at the sight, Akihito observes every detail on the man’s flawless face: his soft smile, his dangling locks, his tame eyes. You are so beautiful, Asami. “Akihito?” “Mmm?” “I am Asami to the rest of the world. But to my lover, I want to be Ryuuichi.” Feeling his cheeks hot with a blush, Akihito hides his face under the man’s shoulder. “Baka, Asa-...” The man’s gentle laughter makes his heart skip a beat. With a sigh, the blond surrenders himself in the fragrant, tightening embrace. “Baka, Ryuuichi. I love you, bastard.”