Damn teases.
This was what Rin had failed to mention: the period of conditioning for your soul also had the sickening drawback of a good sized portion of insomnia after the soul had settled down. An insomnia that left Yukio Nakimoto lying on his back, looking up at the dark fabric and cursing its existence vehemently.
“Bitch of a death goddess….thing!” he cried out, throwing a can of beer at it. The aluminum hit the ceiling with a soft woosh of fabric before plummeting towards the floor and slamming into the bridge Yuki’s nose. “OW! DAMN IT!” He sat up and hurled the can at the door, smirking as it crunched sickeningly against the wooden portal before wincing and clutching at his nose. “Owowowowowwww…”
With jerky and stumbling steps, he moved into the hall, cursing the door, the can, the ceiling, his wakefulness…and..
“Gravity! THAT BASTARD! It hurt my head!” he screamed out, black hair waving wildly as he shook his fist around. Of course, the sudden whirling around of his head brought back the pain from the dinky aluminum can with precise aim and forcing him to lean heavily against the door.
Once again reminded of the throbbing sensation coming from his nasal vicinity, he stumbled down along the stairs, adding them to his list of curses. Delirious with his hypocondriated pain, he didn’t notice the low lights in the living area. Instead, he stumbled into the kitchenette and yanked on a bottle of aspirin until it opened. The lone pill in the bottle went flying over the counter, skittered across the table, and landed on the back of the couch, where it promptly rolled over…
…and landed on the lips of his sleeping roommate in Purgatory: Akirameru Sekine. Yuki stretched out on the counter and looked down, groaning softly. Here was Aki, stretched out on his back, dead to the wor-afterlife, with the ONE aspirin in the entire house. And his head hurt. At least a little…and that warranted immediate medication! He had learned well when he visited America: medication solves everything!
He crawled across the counter and table, his “pain” causing him to act irrationally he reasoned to himself, and reached down slowly, moving inch by inch so as not to shift the cushions and cause Aki to wake up. But the sleeping boy thrashed his right arm and caught Yuki’s approaching hand. The black haired boy hissed through his teeth and stopped moving his arm. He began moving his other arm, only to have it stopped when he began to slip on the upholstery of the couch.
“Fuck” he hissed angrily. This left him with only one option, other than the sane action of waking Aki: use his lips. “Well…I’ve kissed him before…to save his soul or something…why can’t I kiss him again to save my head?” he whispered. His tongue darted out and ran along his dry lips, nervousness taking control. He gulped and gave a shaky breath before calming down and inching forward. Slowly, uncertainly, Yuki leaned in, intent on picking the tiny white aspirin off of Aki’s lips with only the slightly brush of his own. But the universe was never the kind of woman to play fair.
After being so incredibly still for the past few minutes, Aki moaned lightly and turned his head towards his left. The pill scattered between their lips, Yuki swore he felt it move just before Aki’s lips connected with his.
It was soft and warm, nothing like the kiss of soul-saving-urgency they had shared earlier. Yuki’s breath stopped as the white haired boy’s lips moves slightly against his, almost in a silent sigh of pleasure. Black eyes stared frantically as blue eyes fluttered open slightly, looked into those black eyes lazily. Then Aki was shocked out of his post sleep haze and he promptly backed away, his eyes growing the size of saucers. He backed up, his breath coming fast, the blush spreading up his cheeks faster until his back ended up with nothing supporting it…
And he fell of the couch with a yelp and a thud. Yuki was looking down, the hand that had been holding Aki’s arm still in mid air, the shock just starting to register with the black haired boy. A blush found its way across his cheeks and he began to breathe again.
“Are you alright?” the black haired anti-socialite croaked out, straining to see Aki’s face. He braced himself on his right hand and reared up, only to slip on the slick upholstery and fall face first into mid air, catching himself on the edges of the sofa and coffee table, and leaving him suspended against a crazily blushing Aki.
“J-just what where you d-doing?!” the boy on the floor cried out, clutching his arms close to his chest and squeezing his eyes shut. “If you were even thinking of having your way with me-AND I KNOW YOU LIKE IT KINKY-I SAW THE HANDCUFFS!- then I’m sure Rin will come busting in here to save me from some lecherous beast like yourself!” Aki cried out, reaching up to push Yuki away…just as the black haired boy’s strength about gave out and he fell forward, his arms slamming into the ground on either side of Aki’s head and their lips connected again.
This kiss, unlike the other, was hardly sweet and gentle. Their teeth banged together when Yuki fell down, and the pain shot through both: but only Aki moaned. This kiss was deeper, more forceful and direct. And instead of moving away from it, Aki leaned up, pressing harder against Yuki’s lips.
Black eyes were wide as blue eyes fluttered closed. This was surreal. Nothing about this situation was making sense. Here he was, kissing another boy, his mouth aching from where their teeth had hit, and he was getting the most pants straining erection he had ever gotten in his life. His hands tightened into the carpet as he felt Aki moan. THAT did it. As Aki pressed forward, Yuki pressed down, their lips pushing together in a comfortably rough way.
The shy innocence and inexperience of Aki shone through as he moaned again at the added pressure from the darker boy. His hands moved from on Yuki’s shoulders to around the boy’s neck, slowly gripping tighter against the hollows of the neck. Another moan was ripped from his lips when he felt a hot tongue slide across his lower lip. He gasped when the lip was bitten, and that was all it took for Yuki to slip his tongue inside.
And Aki didn’t fight it. Instead, he pushed gently back with his own tongue, shivering lightly at the touch of soft skin on skin, tasting Yuki with all his courage. He squirmed as the darker boy stroked the roof of his mouth. Unfortunately, that squirming caused Yuki to break away.
Both stared into each other’s eyes, their faces flushed, lips bruised, and their breath coming in pants. They simply stayed there, staring at each other with confusion, hope, fear, and every other emotion men were afraid to admit to running across their eyes. Aki shifted slightly, wiggling his hips which caused him to blush more.
Yuki smiled bashfully and rocked his hips downward, one erection rubbing against another. He leaned down and kissed the corner of Aki’s mouth lightly before kissing a pattern along his cheek to the lobe of his ear, when he promptly bit lightly. Aki squealed lightly and tightened his hands around Yuki’s neck. The black haired boy smiled and kissed the shell of the ear he had bitten. “Not here…come with me upstairs?” he whispered quietly. He gave a silent thank you when Aki whispered back in a timid voice…
“Ok…”
Aki moved as though he were in a trance. Soft hands helped him up and guided him up the stairs and into Yuki’s room. The hands weren’t insistent, weren’t demanding, weren’t controlling. They were just there, squeezing lightly on his hands in a hopeful gesture. And as he fell backwards into Yuki’s bed alcove, Aki looked into the onyx eyes of his roommate, of the man he had “deaded” and smiled bashfully.
As the white haired boy’s back hit the sheets, Yuki crawled over and leaned down, kissing slowly and softly at the boy’s lips. Another different kiss for the two of them for it was neither urgent or timid or controlling. It was a kiss that was definite: a kiss that was passionate.
And Aki melted against Yuki, his hands fisting in the black hair that he had always eyed with a bit of awe. Soft moans and delicious whimpers rumbled from his throat as Yuki kissed his lips, his cheeks, his ears, and his neck.
Shirts were discarded, flying over Yuki’s back and out of the alcove bed, scattering across the floor. With much complaining and cursing, Yuki’s bondage pants flew from their too, as did Aki’s jeans. Both boys frantically returned to their kisses after each piece of clothing hit the floor. Aki moaned at the heat their bodies were giving off. He gasped and arched his back slightly as Yuki’s tongue found its way past his Adam’s apple and down onto his chest. Light nips and gentle kisses flooded the boy’s mind. But shock hit him as Yuki’s tongue crossed his navel.
“Y-Yuki! Stop!” he cried out, reaching down to catch the other boy’s ears and pull them sharply.
“Ow~! Just what the hell was that for?” Yuki cried out, leaning back on his haunches to glare lightly at Aki, rubbing his injured ears tenderly.
“I…um...well…I…I’m not ready for…this or that” he whispered. Yuki raised an eyebrow and looked down at the blushing pale boy. Aki sighed in embarassement and stuck his tongue in his cheek and made a circle with one hand before bringing it to his lips. “This” he whispered again, giving the universal sign for the blow job. Yuki blushed hotly and nodded, the tent in his boxer’s twitching at the mime. Aki then took one finger and put it into the circle he had made with his hand. “That” he whispered out, his blush spreading down his neck. He turned away, his hands dropping away from his face quickly and he gripped a pillow next to him.
“Well…then how about something else…” Yuki whispered, a hand snaking up Aki’s leg and dipping inside his boxers to wrap around the boy’s erection. Blue eyes fluttered lightly and the erection twitched. Aki just nodded and bit his lower lip. He moaned loudly as Yuki began to move his hand slowly.
Aki was writing in his first instances of sexual pleasure that didn’t involve his own hand. His eyes were clamped shut and his hands were fisted in the sheets. Moans and cries leapt from his throat as shudders and twitches racked his body. The soft kisses Yuki was planting to his throat didn’t help either.
Then suddenly, the wonderful feelings stopped, leaving Aki confused and shivering with want. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around.
“Take off your boxers” called Yuki’s voice from the dark room. Blue eyes blinked in confused, but he shakily did as he was told. He heard a drawer open and the slight rustling of metal. Aki’s face went into its ‘OH SHIT’ mode and he squirmed nervously, his eyes glowing in the soft blue lights set into recesses inside the bed alcove.
And then he saw Yuki.
His breath stopped for a second, his face flushed deeper, and his groin tightened further as he saw Yuki standing before him: standing completely naked. A soft whine of appreciation escaped Aki’s lips as Yuki crawled back into bed, crawling over the boy until their lips, and erections, were touch. Soft skins shifting against each other caused both boys to moan into the kiss. Then there was a flash of cold that cause Aki to cry out and break the kiss. Yuki’s hand was hovering over both erections, dribbling a clear gel onto the twitching organs. Aki clutched at the dark haired boy’s back and watched, fascinated.
“Go ahead…rub it in…” Yuki whispered, leaning down to nibble slowly along the other’s collar bone as he capped the small vial of lubricant and tossed it out of the bed. He gasped when Aki reached a trembling hand to touch his erection. Small, hesitant caresses were causing Yuki’s breathing to become labored. He shuddered and griped the pale boy’s erection in his already coated hand and began to stroke.
Soft cries and deep moans and the occasional “damn!” from Yuki filled the room as both boys continued to kiss and caress each other. Soft touches, incessant lips, and light pelvic thrusts made up the entirety of their movements: only the speeds varied. Yuki still hovered above the white haired boy, doing his best to steady his increasingly shivering body with his one free hand. Aki’s free hand was fisted in the sheets, his eyes were closed, and his lips were slightly parted. He was panting softly. Yuki smiled and leaned forward, kissing those lips deeply.
Aki stiffened, his back arching. He was close. He could feel his body’s heat shifting, moving further and further down till it sat right in Yuki’s hand. He gave a cry into the deep and loving kiss before bucking into the soft hand and releasing all over their stomachs. The warmth that splashed onto his stomach caused him to whimper slightly.
The warmth that splashed onto Yuki’s stomach caused him to climax as well.
The dark haired boy gasped and cried out into the kiss, his body bucking downwards into Aki’s hand. Shivers racked his body as he practically collapsed, his free hand finally giving way.
The two boys lay there, silently catching their breath and sliding, involuntary of course, against each other. It was Aki that recovered first, a soft blush and a face of discomfort crossing his face. “Yuki…it feels weird…” he whined slightly. The dark haired boy sat up slowly and leveled black with blue. Aki blinked and waited for the stinging retort.
It never came.
Yuki instead just sighed and crawled off the bed, reaching around to find the shirt Aki had worn. He chuckled, crawling back over to the wide eyed boy looking confused in his bed. He leaned forward and kissed him then, their lips meeting in another kiss with another meaning. It was a kiss that tasted of promise.
Cleaned and exhausted, Yuki lay down and rested against the mass of pillows piled in his bed, throwing the soiled shirt out into the room. He looked over at Aki. Blue eyes were focused on the black sheets, confusion crossing through them. He sat there, knees brought up against his chest, arms wound about them tightly. Yuki sighed and reached out, taking the nearest hand and pulling the pale boy towards him. Aki squeaked and fell against Yuki’s chest.
“What about you not liking me? What about not liking people? What will Rin think?” Aki asked frantically. He looked up, his eyes shimmering lightly with tears. He was surprised when Yuki kissed him gently and laced their fingers together.
“We’ll deal with that in the morning…” he whispered before leaning back and pulling the other boy down with him.
Aki smiled lightly as Yuki reached over and flicked a small switch, turning out the soft blue lights. Soft…just like Yuki really was. Soft…and black…and seemingly so far away. As Aki fell asleep listening to the heartbeat of the dark haired boy he was sleeping on, he smiled. Yuki was so much like a part of his room…something that was unique, stable, soft, seemingly unreachable, and, of course, black.
That black upholstered ceiling.