A/N Hey guys I'm aware that this is a pretty short story and it's far from the best quality but there's so little RaikouxGau fanfiction out there I couldn't resist. If anyone reading this wants me to continue and potentially add another, happier, chapter I'll be sure to try and do that. Thanks so much for checking this out and I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the anime or the characters!
You'd assume after years of pining after Raikou I would have somehow discovered a way to shove all of that longing into some safe in a dim desolate corner of my mind and locked it up. After years of fighting off the heat of a blush every time our fingers accidentally brush. After months of heart melting spine tingling smiles and the sweet scent of his floral shampoo. After days of ogling his muscles as they dance beneath taunt skin, months of drooling over the perfection that is his body. After hours of intently listening to that musical laughter, hours of straining my ears to catch every last note that floats past his luscious lips. And after every second of overwhelmingly denied affection and one-sided love, you'd assume I'd have given up. I probably should have, I shouldn't allow myself to sneak glances at the small scars littering his body, I shouldn't allow my heart to seize up every time he says my name. Most of all I definitely should not allow myself to wrap my fingers around my limp cock, tease it into standing and stroke it up and down as fast as I can while chanting his name like it's a mantra. Unfortunately I'm not skilled in the arts of self-restraint so here I am for the third time this week, a blubbering panting mess arching against my sheets that are, at the moment, utterly drenched in sweat and pre-come, much like myself. Our love is a stillbirth, doomed never to exceed the womb and yet I continue to find myself in situations such as these. I can't refrain from envisioning his careful lips pressing themselves against my own in a silent but passionate conversation. I feel the ghost of his calculating digits tracing the line of my jaw taking their sweet time inching down to my navel before creeping up my chest and tweaking my pert nipples. I can almost hear the low chuckle rumbling in his throat, his breath tickling my flesh as he leans in and oh god his hot tongue dripping saliva onto my throat amidst the hickeys he's left there. I squeeze my eyes shut and pretend it's his calloused fingers rubbing my swollen head, I see his pink hair splayed out on the pillow beside me, I see his lustful eyes focusing on nothing but me and I hear him say the words I've been searching for. "I love you Gau."
And then I'm coming, thick ropes of pure white essence spatter across my hand and my chest. I'm moaning his name in the midst of my euphoria and I have, once again, encountered my nirvana. In a daze, I roll over and nuzzle against my scattered pillows, in doing so I feel Raikou and I can into a content sleep.
When I wake up, however, I'm tangled in dirty sheets, the stench of sex is everywhere, I reek of dried sperm and for the third time this week, I'm alone and it's excruciatingly painful.
You'd assume I would know better by now.
