Hibari rolled his hips heavy and slow, using his momentum and strength to snap himself deep into Takeshi spread below him. The guardian of rain arched into him, a beautiful picture of unbridled strength and not quite tamed wildness. Those amber eyes swollen with dark pupils and smoldering with passion. It had been a lengthy mission this time and those eyes had not been filled with dark and fire for a long time.
Takeshi groaned at the deep thrusts, the stretch and visceral burn of Kyouya inside him long awaited. It was an imprint on him, mind and body, a primal feeling of oneness and belonging that was all the predator wanted.
In a rare display of affection, Kyouya leaned down, still pistoning with balls-deep thrusts, and kissed Takeshi as though he wanted to taste all that he was and swallow it whole. Takeshi sighed in contentment and tilted his head back, his body flowing into a beautiful arch of rippling flesh and muscle and bone, perfectly matching the lean and lithe figure above him. Their tongues tangled and the sweaty slide of skin on skin stoked the fire hotter and brighter between them.
Kyouya broke away from the kiss gasping for breath. He trailed one long-fingered hand down Takeshi's chest, past sculpted pectorals and tight washboard stomach until he reached the soft supple skin just above his groin. Winding his arms around his lover's neck Yamamoto smiled, watching the expression on Hibari's face as he ran his hand over the slightest swelling there between his legs.
Piercing grey eyes glinted silver as he met Takeshi's stare, glaring at the gentle warmth in those within. As he glanced away from that knowing gaze he heard a soft breathless chuckle. Kyouya froze and glanced back. Takeshi was smiling at him, genuinely amused at his reaction; those golden eyes glittering with mirth, even if he was only smiling.
Hibari smiled back and it was a languid stretch of mouth across teeth, canines glimmering in the light of the moon as he let his hand gently cup the swelling bulge of his lover's stomach. If it were not the cloud guardian saying it, his words might have sounded almost tender, "You are mine, Yamamoto Takeshi," he whispered, his voice hoarse as the pleasure began tightening throughout his lover bringing them both to the peak of the night.
He continued pounding in and out faster and harder racing for the end just in sight. Finally Kyouya gave in. Kyouya sighed and pulled Takeshi closer to him, their chests pressed against one another, heartbeats loud and frenzied in the silent night, their bodies cradling the growing life between them.
Takeshi took one of Kyouya's hands and lifted it to his lips, the Cloud's silver eyes wide and blown with pleasure snared by the slow easy movement. Gently, with a voice hoarse from pleasure, the guardian of rain kissed the tips of Hibari's fingers and smiled at him, that dark bone-watering movement of his lips that Kyouya knew so well. "I know, Kyouya," he whispered, "I know". The building pressure hit its high point and everything flared with the bright white light of the moon.
When they had both recovered enough to move, Kyouya slid himself beneath Takeshi's shoulders, reaching underneath his arms to cradle his broad back against his chest. Normally Takeshi did this with Kyouya, but there had been many role reversals in the last four months, for everyone in the family, not just them. Both lounged in silence, heads close together, breath mingling gently as they shared one another's warmth and strength. Takeshi's hand moved fractionally, shifting to rest onto the swelled rise of his abdomen, Kyouya's slender fingers met his and twined together with Takeshi's own callused fingers.
They sat together in the pool of moonlight on the mussed sheets, filled with the night and the calm silence. Their hands still intertwined, both knowing, some things don't need to be said.