Why is it that my soul desires you so much? Yonekuni thought wistfully staring at Shiro, while his soul screamed with longing. Damn it. The stoic Shiro Fujiwara, the once described '6 foot 4 paragon of seriousness with nerdy hair' now constantly consumed Yonekuni's mind and Yonekuni was not happy with it. There were so many levels to Yonekuni's frustration that it might have been hilarious if someone else was experiencing it.
How can he possibly be so enticing to me? The fact that someone of Shiro's size and stature could ride Yonekuni and cry out with the sweetest moans. The kind of moan that drove Yonekuni wild on top that. The most perfect sound that Yonekuni imagined his bitch, his female, his bed-mate, should make. It was maddening to the heavy-seed.
Why does he actually love me in the first place? Yonekuni knew and would easily admit that he could be the worst kind of bastard on this planet, especially to the same sex. So how in the world did Shiro come to fall in love with that bastard? Is he even really in love with me? Logically it could be some sort of infatuation, or maybe the natural pull a heavy-seed had, the attraction to the power of a heavy-seed.
Even worse: How do I keep him in love with me? Yonekuni knew he would literally rip out another's throat if they thought it okay to pursue the wolf that Yonekuni's soul already considered his. And that Oushou bastard would no doubt jump on the opportunity, should it arise, that Shiro left Yonekuni, which at this point (let's be realistic) might be a real ending to this story. How do you court another guy?! Yonekuni knew there was no way he could go 'prince charming' on Shiro like he did with the girls, it was just...impossible for the croco.
Worst realization: What is the unconcious me like? Maybe that's who Shiro really loves... Yonekuni knew he had reached a new low when he was jealous of himself. Was he really so kind when he was unconcious that it made up for the general asshole-ness Yonekuni displayed towards Shiro on a daily basis? Yonekuni couldn't even fathom himself that way; his love-making skills were definitely up to par, but he was by no means a 'cuddly, soft lover'. If he was going have sex with someone (and not that pathetic pre-sleep sex routine), if he was going to make someone writhe all night, make someone completely lose it, he was going to be aggressive, and oh how he was going to mess his lover up.
Yonekuni barely kept himself from growling low in his throat at that thought. He could only remember one time, a single time in all the sexual escapades he'd experienced, that someone had been able to make him loose it, make him lose all control, make him get so hot that he thought he might melt, and that, of course, was the single time that he had conciously held Shiro.
Isn't it great to make the full circle and get back to Why the fuck do I want you so damn bad?!
"Ma-Madarame?" Shiro inquired, peering at Yonekuni from over his book. Yonekuni had been trying and he was giving himself some major props for being able to get over himself and have Shiro over to his house for an afternoon, under the guise of it being studying (really, Yonekuni just wanted to figure himself and the wolf out). Now though, Shiro was looking alittle freaked out, like he might dash out of the room at any moment, and Yonekuni couldn't blame him, he knew he had a piercing glare on his face right now. "D-do you want me to go home now?"
Do I let him go home? His internal debate had gotten worse since the Christmas' party where the croco had realized that he very much wanted Shiro, but he still really hated other males.
Shiro seemed to take his silence as a 'yes', standing, gathering his things, putting it all in his bag. He's leaving. Yonekuni's soul flared, demanding the warmth of Shiro right at this moment, and the heavy-seed found himself moving before he knew what was going on. "Madarame?"
Yonekuni had grabbed the wolf by the arm, his grip unbreakable, "Wait." What the hell am I doing?!
Shiro dropped his bag, staring at Yonekuni, his cheeks turning a pink color, "Why?" The wolf licked his lips, Yonekuni's attention instantly drawn to the beautiful roll of his pink tongue. 'Why'?! Like I'm going to let you leave! Yonekuni caught Shiro's lips, demanding entrance to the heat of Shiro's mouth, commanding Shiro to come closer with a tug on his arm. Shiro eagerly gave into both of Yonekuni's forceful requests; opening his mouth for Yonekuni to explore, pressing his body against the blond, letting out a shiver from the intimate contact. Wonderful. What a wonderful reaction. Yonekuni knew it was his favorite thing about Shiro, this warm, sensitive, slutty only for Yonekuni, body of his.
"Don't go." Yonekuni growled out, already ready to throw Shiro down on his bed and make a real mess of him.
"Madarame?" Shiro's confusion was evident, but he would give Yonekuni whatever he wanted; Yonekuni's soul knew that well. He pushed the wolf back towards the bed, cupping Shiro's butt, and levering him back onto the bed. He followed without hesitation, claiming his mate's mouth. Shiro moaned into Yonekuni's mouth, lying open and vulnerable for the croco. What a slutty body you hide. Yonekuni thought, his soul delighted with the promise of having Shiro's heat soon.
The heavy-seed ripped off his mate's shirt, tearing buttons, and pressing his nose to wolf's chest to take in his smell. Fuck, you smell so good. He licked Shiro's skin, laying kisses across his collar and throat.
"Ahn!" Shiro quivered, yelping as the croco cupped his groin, deflty undoing his pants, and yanking them off, "Ma-Madarame? Huh!" He cried out as Yonekuni's hot mouth came around his nipple, his tongue and teeth teasing the hardening bud with rough strokes and soft nips.
"I haven't even touched you here yet." Yonekuni murmured happily, sliding a his finger over the slit of Shiro's already dripping member. Shiro gasped, his hips bucking upwards.
Yonekuni stroked the wolf, "Madarame!" Shiro cried out, watching the powerful heavy-seed with bleary eyes.
Yonekuni tightly gripped his mate's length, leaning over him, and lining his own member to Shiro's already twitching entrance, "My name." The blond growled out, grinding his manhood against the wolf's hole.
"Huuuh?" Shiro said whiningly, squirming his hips, trying to find release, but Yonekuni was pinning the wolf down with ease.
"Say my name. Now." Yonekuni commanded, biting Shiro's bottom lip, just shy of drawing blood.
"Yo-Yonekuni...!" Shiro whimpered, wrapping his arms around the croco, "Yonekuni...Yonekuni!" That plea, Shiro's desperate, aroused voice crying out for Yonekuni...it made the heavy-seed's heart flare in his chest, slamming itself against his ribs.
"Ask for me." Yonekuni demanded, putting his hand under the lowest part of Shiro's back, ready to pull his mate's body up, and slam deep.
"Yonekuni, enter me, please." Shiro answered, digging his nails into the blond's back, his body quivering with anticipation, "Ahhn!" A scream ripped through the wolf as Yonekuni plunged ball's deep into his body. Yonekuni let out his own groan of pleasure as his mate's body stretched to accomodate his impressive length, then tightened, clenching down on Yonekuni.
"Fuck." Yonekuni hissed, his length pulsing, the heat of his blood sky-rocketing. 'Why is it that my soul desires you so much?' Yonekuni snickered at himself, finally figuring out the answer to that question. You're my ideal. You're everthing I could ever want in a mate.
Eyes that see only me. Shiro's warm brown eyes connected with Yonekuni's as if he could hear the blond's thoughts. Watching the bouts of pleasure and desire cross the heavy-seed's face, adoring all of Yonekuni's expressions.
This body that he gives to me alone. Yonekuni had already lost all control, he was slamming in and out of Shiro's body with force, stabbing Shiro's core with each thrust.
Everything. Everything that I could ever want or need. Mine. All mine. "Yonekuni! Aaaahnnn!" Shiro surprised Yonekuni, wrapping his legs around the blond, holding the croco deep inside his body that was seizing so hard that it made Yonekuni climax as his partner did. Control had slipped for both of them, Shiro's white ears popping out, his fluffy tail brushing Yonekuni's thighs. While Shiro felt the tightness of a snake wrapping around his body, clutching him tightly to Yonekuni as the two released.
Shiro panted, going limp, all the strength of his body leaving. "Again." The wolf whimpered as Yonekuni bit his shoulder, "Again Shiro." All it took was that tiny command for Shiro's body to flare back up.
All night. Yonekuni was going to fuck his mate all night, he knew Shiro would take it, Shiro would take anything that Yonekuni wanted. I love you Shiro. Yonekuni embraced the want of his soul, and he was all the happier for it.
The End!
Author's note: Well I got inspired to write a story about Shiro and Yonekuni, just because this couple is so complicated and yet fun! :) Thanks for reading! (If anyone did O_O haha :D) Reviews are always welcome!