Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction, the characters and their stories do not belong to me, they belong the their respective copyrighter. However, the story in itself is mine.
Encounter"Don't forget." Akito's voice drifted through Hatori Sohma's mind. The young Head of Sohma house had requested a private visit with him earlier that day. Somehow, the way he had said those two words had made them stick in the dragon's mind.
Then again, much of what Akito said stuck in Hatori's mind, especially in the past month or so. He sighed as he opened the door to Akito's room and walked in, being with the younger man tired him out emotionally. He kneeled and bowed to his young master respectfully.
"Konnbanwa Akito-sama"
"Get up." The calm cool voice drifted across the room. Hatori rose, a bit surprised by Akito's request.
"Come here." Akito stood in the shadows at the far end of the room. Hatori slowly approached Akito until he was only a foot away. Akito's gaze traveled over Hatori's body, lingering for an uncomfortable period of time on certain parts of the Dragon's body. His gaze betrayed nothing to Hatori as he stood still under it.
"Come closer." Akito's languid voice was calm and even, almost dangerously soothing. Hatori took another step forwards, closing the gap between them to mere inches.
"Closer!" Akito's voice was harsher now as Hatori moved closer. They were a breath apart. Hatori could feel his cousin's breath on his neck, as he stood rigid, waiting. Akito's tilted his head and brought his lips to Hatori's neck softly brushing them over his skin. Hatori shivered and looked own at the top of Akito's head without moving his own more than a few millimeters. Akito took a firmer hold on Hatori's neck, sucking gently on his skin. He raised his hands to Hatori's tie, smoothly undoing it and tossing it away, then unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt. He slid the shirt off Hatori's shoulders and let it fall to the floor, his fingers brushing Hatori's skin sensuously. Hatori shifted uncomfortably as Akito's fingers explored his chest, tensing slightly as he ran them over his nipples. Akito tilted his head upwards and looked Hatori in the eyes, his gray stare filled with intensity.
"I want you Hatori-san." Before the dragon could reply, Akito's mouth
was on his, kissing him roughly, a firm hand on the back of his neck
keeping him from breaking the kiss. Not satisfied with Hatori's
response, Akito thrust his hips against his cousin sharply, startling a
moan out of him. Hatori began to return the kiss, moving his lips over
Akito's as he felt his body react to his cousin's arousal. Akito
smirked into the kiss, pressed against his older cousin the way he was,
there was no way he couldn't feel his arousal. He forced his tongue
into Hatori's mouth, one hand finding its way into the dragon's hair,
tangling his fingers in it as he rocked his hips against Hatori's,
enticing another moan from the dragon. Hatori felt his arms go around
Akito as he moved his tongue with Akito's moaning as the younger boy
ground his hips against him.
Akito broke the kiss momentarily to get out of his
kimono, then returned his mouth to Hatori's, moving his hands to the
dragon's belt, unbuckling it and leting his pants fall. Then he rid
them both of their boxers and let his weight sink down, bringing them
to their knees on the cold wooden floor. Akito leaned into Hatori,
making him lean back until the dragon was lying on his back on the
floor. Akito straddled the dragon's hips, knees pressed tight on either
side, then ran a hand up his chest to bury it in his hair again. Hatori
shivered as the Head of House's teeth grazed his neck, then moaned as
Akito sucked his cousin's skin through his teeth, licking it lightly.
Hatori arched his back away from the cold floor then
cried out loudly as Akito thrust his hips, entering Hatori to the hilt
with a low moan of pleasure. Akito began pumping his hips slowly,
moaning loudly as Hatori moved against him. Akito moved his hands to
his cousin's erection, wrapping his hands around the length, causing
him to shiver. Akito moved his hands in rhythm with his thrusts, eyes
closed, moving faster as desire overtook him. Hatori moved faster
against Akito, his own arousal intensifying.
All formalities were forgotten in a whirlwind of
passion as the two Sohmas bound themselves together in a way they could
not undo, in a way they'd never forget. Akito could feel his climax
nearing as he hammered into Hatori, sweat running in rivulets down his
body, breathing loud and harsh. Hatori's breathing was just as ragged
as Akito drove into him over and over again, one hand still pumping
Hatori's erection, the other circling the tip with one finger.
A loud cry filled the room as Akito exploded into
Hatori, squeezing his eyes shut. He worked his hands faster, causing
his cousin to climax onto their stomachs then lie still, breathing
harshly. Akito collapsed on top of the dragon, panting.
They lay still for several minutes, regaining their
breath, then Akito sat up, withdrawing from Hatori with a low moan,
then stood and began dressing. Hatori watched him for a moment, then
stood and did the same. He started for the door when Akito's voice
halted him.
"Ha'ri-san?
"Yes?" Hatori turned back to his cousin.
"Don't forget."
Puzzled, Hatori took his leave, heading back to his own house to shower, Akito's words ringing in his mind.