Silvea Says:

Well, I'm alive! I don't even think anyone's still following me on here T_T But well, I'm back, and through some miracle, the words are flowing again and maybe I'll actually finish this one...This pairing's pretty different but it's definitely my favorite.

"Ryuichi?"

Hiro stared, bleary-eyed, at the man standing in his doorway. What was Ryuichi Sakuma doing knocking on his door at midnight?

Ryuichi's eyes looked like chips of ice. Hard, blue, cold. Impenetrable.

"Hiro."

A shiver went down the guitarist's spine at the sound of his name. "What's—mmn…"

Shock. He was being kissed by a god, a legend, and he couldn't move or think for himself. Everything seemed to blaze red; Ryuichi's tongue in his mouth tasted better than the sweetest red wine, this was happening so fast, his arms were winding around Ryuichi's waist…

Wait.

"Ryuichi," Hiro managed to gasp out, "Ryuichi, wait, please…"

When Ryuichi pulled back, his face was so serious that Hiro's throat went dry. "What are you doing?" the redhead asked hoarsely.

Ryuichi's eyes delved deeply into Hiro's soul as he answered. "Hiroshi, I love you."

All that filled Hiro's head was a sort of blank buzzing. He shook his head to clear it and opened his mouth, hoping something intelligent would come out. Nothing happened, of course.

Ryuichi continued to stare at Hiro for longer than was strictly necessary before approaching him again, this time placing a short, sweet, and lingering kiss on his lips. "You kissed me back."

Still, Hiro said nothing. He just looked into Ryuichi's eyes. If they were like ice before, they seemed to have melted. He was hiding nothing.

"I'm going to kiss you again."

Now that he was ready for it, Hiro couldn't help but meet the older man in the middle, placing one hand on his cheek.

As soon as Hiro responded, Ryuichi grunted and the kiss quickly became more intense. As their tongues tangled, Hiro marveled at the way Ryuichi's lips tasted, the way his skin felt under nimble fingers. It wasn't long before they were closing the door to Hiro's bedroom—he couldn't really remember how they got there—and somehow, in another weird sort of time skip, Ryuichi was on top of him, their groins pressed together, and they were making hoarse noises of desire as they explored each other.

Ryuichi made quick work of both their clothes—although this wasn't difficult, as Hiro was only wearing his loose pajama bottoms—and the sight of the brunette's naked body simultaneously made Hiro want to drool and snapped him back to his senses. For the first time, he felt a little shy.

"I've never done this before," he confessed.

Ryuichi looked surprised. "Really? I thought you and Shuichi…"

Hiro smiled sheepishly. "I'd be lying if I said we didn't fool around a little in high school," he amended, "but I've never gone further than that with a guy."

The vocalist regained his composure and grinned lazily. "Don't worry," he whispered in Hiro's ear.

Before Hiro knew what was happening, Ryuichi's mouth had begun a slow, meandering trail down the length of Hiro's body. The guitarist jerked as a skilled tongue found his nipple, and he felt shivers of anticipation run continuously over his skin as the vocalist wandered closer to the place where he most wanted attention.

There was no hesitation. Ryuichi slid his lips smoothly over Hiro's erection, and the guitarist gasped and moaned loudly. The brunette was skilled, as Hiro quickly found out, and he found himself stammering out Ryuichi's name repeatedly, breath after frantic breath.

Hiro had never felt anything this good. Ryuichi's mouth moving skillfully over him was the most incredible feeling; it was bringing him embarrassingly fast towards his climax. One glance from those sea-blue eyes, and it was all over—Hiroshi's back arched off the bed as Ryuichi moved with increased purpose, unflinchingly swallowing everything Hiro gave him.

The guitarist collapsed back onto the bed, shaking in the aftermath. Ryuichi leaned in close to his ear. "Are you satisfied?" he whispered.

A shiver ran down the redhead's spine. "Yes," he breathed; it was all he could manage.

"I didn't want to go farther, because…well, I didn't exactly give you a chance to tell me if you were uncomfortable, did I?" The vocalist smirked, unashamed. "That wouldn't have been fair."

"Trust me, it wouldn't have been very difficult to convince me," Hiro said breathlessly. His head was spinning so fast that he didn't realize how much he was revealing. "That was beyond words." He looked up at Ryuichi, who was still hovering over him. "You know what really isn't fair, though?"

"What?"

His head had stopped spinning, but it still felt oddly light as he sat up and, in an instant, had Ryuichi underneath him. "This," he murmured, finding Ryuichi's erection and squeezing it gently. "I don't know if I'll be any good at this," he breathed in the vocalist's ear, "but I can sure try."

Lying in the aftermath, both fully satiated, Ryuichi was drawing random designs on Hiro's chest with his finger, occasionally allowing his hands to wander downward and play with the hair on the guitarist's lower stomach.

"Hiro?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing home on a Friday night, anyway?"

Hiro twirled a lock of Ryuichi's hair between his fingers. "I don't get out much. I'll go out with Shuichi and Suguru after a show sometimes, but other than that I mostly stay at home."

There was a thoughtful pause. "Why?" asked the vocalist finally.

Hiro looked down at him, surprised. "I don't know, really," he admitted. "I guess I just don't have anyone to go out with. Shuichi likes to be at home with Yuki, and Suguru's too young to really be allowed to go out much."

"Oh."

"Ryuichi?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you come here?"

Ryuichi looked up. He didn't look remotely abashed. "I thought I told you."

Hiro felt his face heat up and he was grateful for the darkness. "Did you mean…do you…Really?"

"Really."

"…Oh."

Ryuichi seemed to sense Hiro's inner debate. "It's okay," he said, yawning and stretching. "This was really sudden. Sleep on it, okay? You can talk when you're ready."

Hiro smiled and kissed Ryuichi, who cuddled up to him. "Thank you."

It didn't take long before they were both asleep, sharing in each other's warmth.

Silvea Says:

Instead of asking you all to trust me when I say this'll get better, I'll post the second chapter immediately so you can see for yourself. :)