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Comments: It is I, Marty, and this is my new project! I have fallen in love with Alanis Morissette's new album, 'Under Rug Swept,' and so I have decided that I will write song fics to (no not all… cause that 'I am a Man' song… not cool) some of the songs. Yeah, basically I've listened to this album waaaay too much. It's even what I was listening to when I took out twelve guardrail posts in my step-mother's car! The mental connection to the threat of almost flipping down a cliff onto a rocky beach below did not lessen my love of these songs though. Yeah, it's that good. So these fics will deal with different and various pairings. I am going to branch out, because as much as I love Aya and Ken loving each other… variety is the spice of life, ne? So that said the first one I wrote is actually an Aya/Ken. And it is to my favorite song on the CD. Ohhh. Go download it when you are done reading. Hearing it helps. R&R.
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Aya's Song for Ken:
"21 Things I Want in a Lover"
-Do you derive joy when someone else succeeds? Do you not play dirty when engaged in competition? Do you have a big intellectual capacity? But know that it alone does not equate wisdom?-
Over the top of the paper I am pretending to read I watch the one who's driving me crazy, even though he doesn't know it. Even though I'll probably never tell him. I can't remember when I started to feel like this, when songs started applying….
I've been watching them whittle away the afternoon. Omi finally talked Ken into playing cards with him. Ken hates cards, but he still agreed to play.
"Oh man, Omi, you beat me again! I don't even know why I try," he giggles, throwing a handful of cards into the air. "I suck at rummy, that's it, no more for me. I can't believe that you beat me four times in a row!"
"Neither can I. I always loose when I play against Youji," Omi says thoughtfully.
Ken grins and ruffles Omi's hair. "That's because Youji cheats, Omittchi. Why do you think Aya and I refuse to play cards with him?"
"What? Youji has been cheating all this time?! But… but, I've been loosing this stupid game to him for weeks!" Omi cries, crushing a few cards in his hand.
"Must feel pretty good to win for once, ne?"
Omi looks up at Ken and smiles. "Yeah, it sure does."
"Even if it's at my expense," Ken says wryly.
Omi balks. "That's not what I meant!"
Ken chuckles. "I know, I know. Just giving you a hard time. I've always sucked at card games. They stress me out way too much… you should see how rabid I get playing 'go fish'."
Omi grins, and Ken stands up, patting the kid on the back. "Good game, Omi- kun. But now I must take my leave of you. I've got some reading to do."
Omi giggles, "Oh… did the newest edition of Penthouse come out today? Or have you been to the manga shop again?"
Ken whacks Omi on the back of the head and puts his hands on his hips. "Actually if you must know, -Omi-, I'm reading The Prophet. I'm not as shallow as I appear. Even I have the ability to enrich myself every once in a while," Ken snaps and then sticks out his tongue. "So if you two will excuse me, I have some enlightenment to achieve."
I watch him walk out of the room and up the stairs. Omi shrugs and drops his cards on the table. He looks over at me where I appear to be reading the newspaper. "Huh. Who would have guessed that Ken reads philosophy?"
I glance at him and shrug slowly. I would have guessed.
-Do you see everything as an illusion? But enjoy it even though you are not of it?-
I have stumbled upon him on the porch. He is watching the sunset over the city. I lean against the doorjamb and try not to disturb him. I have a question, but it can wait. I can be patient. I can watch him.
"Hey, Aya-kun," he greets me. I'm surprised that he realized I was here. I didn't think he would notice my presence.
"Hn." I walk a little farther onto the porch and stand with my hands in my pockets. I glance up at the fading sun as it disappears behind the skyscrapers; shafts of brilliant light pierce the blackness of the city windows. I shade my eyes with one hand.
"It's so surreal, isn't it?" He says softly. "I mean just look at what we've created for ourselves. It's so stark and black and solid. We think that its some testament to our human genius, some proof that we have conquered the world, defeated nature. And yet there's the sun, setting against our city, proving that even here, in this manmade fortress of steel and glass, we are subject to nature's whims. Human superiority is just an illusion we created for ourselves, to give our lives some sort of meaning."
I glance over at him. That's a lot of heavy shit to be coming out of Ken's mouth. I blink at him slowly. He's beautiful in the fading sunlight and shadows of the city. "Hn. And what is that supposed to mean?" I ask gruffly. I don't mean to sound so hard, but I can't help myself anymore. I wish someone else would help me instead….
He shakes his head, smiling sheepishly. The light catches the movement, making his dark hair shine. "I don't really know. Sometimes I think too much for my own good."
"Hn."
After a moment I walk to the railing and grip it tightly with both hands. I peer over the edge into the street below.
"Hey, Aya? Do you ever feel like nothing is real? Like we live in nothing but contradictory illusions?"
I narrow my eyes and glare at him.
He shrugs. "Never mind. Even if that is the case, that doesn't mean that we shouldn't live in our present to the fullest, right? That's why you have to barrel through life, Aya, so that just incase it all isn't real, and it could change at any moment, you get as much out of each string of moments as possible. You know what I mean?"
I glare at him some more and then turn away. "No more philosophy books for you."
He laughs and goes back to staring at the city. "Ok, ok. You're probably right."
But even though I brush him off so easily on the outside, a part of me inside begins to understand a little more. I grasp just a little bit more of what makes Ken the way he is. And my love only deepens.
-Are you both masculine and feminine? Politically aware? And don't believe in capital punishment?-
As I bandage his torn shoulder he begins to cry. My fingers are shaking. I hope he doesn't notice. I don't want him to cry, I don't want him to hurt the way he does.
"Stop crying, Ken," I growl.
He jerks his arm away from me. His eyes turn on me and I'm forced to look into his face. He grimaces and glares at me through his tears. "Why shouldn't I cry? Maybe you never feel remorse, Aya, but I'm not like you," he hisses.
That's not what I meant. I want to tell him, but I can't. I reach for his arm again. I can't let him go on bleeding without treatment. I take it gingerly between my fingers and continue to bandage his wound.
"Don't you ever feel like crying, Aya?" he asks under his breath. I don't think I was supposed to hear. "All those people… all those innocent people we couldn't save. We weren't fast enough."
"We didn't come here to save lives, we came here to kill the targets and we did," I respond, tying the bandage tight.
"But we could have done so much more!" he cries fiercely, fresh tears running down his face. "We… we –could- have saved lives."
I stare into his face for a few moments. The open sadness I find there tears at my soul. I envy him. I envy him for being able to show that sadness. I can't anymore. I've torn up all my emotions, and here he sits brimming over with them. I wonder what he sees in my face. Nothing, most likely. Only coldness, emptiness… it must seem so ugly.
I stand and wait for him to get to his feet. I would like to help him up, but it's too hard to reach out my hand. It would break too many walls. He struggles to stand beside me, and brings one of his hands to his head. "I'm so tired," he whispers.
We walk away slowly, leaving the carnage behind. Youji and Omi will be waiting. As we walk he stares at the ground, shuffling sluggishly beside me. I slow my pace. "Do you think what we do is right?" he asks suddenly.
I glance at him and say nothing. My face always says it all.
"I mean, two wrongs don't make a right. And eye for an eye? That's not the way things are supposed to work. Killing… it's wrong, isn't it, no matter the reason?" he mumbles.
"You're thinking too much," I say gruffly.
"Yeah. Most likely. Not something I'm usually accused of, is it?"
There he goes trying to be the joker again. Trying to smile through the pain. Oh, Ken, how did you ever get wrapped up in all this? You don't deserve this.
-These are 21 things I want in a lover. Not necessarily needs but qualities I prefer-
How is it, Ken, that you are perfect in every way? How is it that I have fallen in love with you without even trying? Will you ever know, ever understand? Will I have the strength to tell you? The courage to let those walls tumble? Give me a sign; give me hope.
-Do you derive joy from diving in? And seeing loving someone can actually feel like freedom? Are you funny? Á la self-deprecating? Like adventure? And have many formed opinions?-
It's hard to breathe when I'm with him. His soft, strong arms, though so gentle around me, seem to squeeze all the air out of my lungs. The burden of loneliness he has lifted from my heart makes me feel so light. I never thought that it would be like this. I never thought he'd actually feel the same way. But he gave me hope, he gave me a sign and I pursued it with his help. Now there are no barriers between us. He thrives in my arms.
He gave himself over to this so quickly, he told me he loved me. He loves me. He has no inhibitions in showing me. He's shy, shy about my touch, but his emotions are so free. He glows, he doesn't cry anymore.
Tightening my arms around him I pull our bodies closer. We lie curled up on his bed, fully clothed, but so close it makes my whole body tingle. We've been like this since we got off our shift. It's been hours. Just us, for hours.
"You know, koi, as much as I love being here next to you… I'm kinda hungry," he says at length.
"What, love alone can't sustain you?"
"Mmm… my love is very potent, but not that potent. My metabolism is not programmed to process obsession into a usable form of energy. I'm still hungry… I know, I know, I'm a selfish bastard…."
"What do you want to eat?"
He wiggles against me like an excited puppy. I chuckle and run my hand over his back. "Something exciting!"
"Adventures in dining."
"How about Indian? Ohh, or Mexican?!"
I raise an eyebrow. There's something about spicy food that doesn't agree with me. "How about Chinese?"
He rolls his eyes. "Oh that's really new and exciting."
I shrug. I like Chinese food. "Whatever you want," I grumble. "How do we get out of here without the others?"
His dark eyes sparkle deviously. "Let's repel out my window."
"You think that's a good idea?"
"Oh c'mon, where's your sense of adventure? It'll be easy, and then we don't have to give the others a bunch of stupid excuses or try and dodge them. It'll be fun!"
"A barrel of laughs."
He squeezes his arms around me tightly and buries his face in my shoulder. He hums against my body sending little vibrations through my skin. "I love you…."
I give in, like usual. "Ok, fine. Out the window it is. Just don't get either of us killed."
"I wouldn't think of it."
-These are 21 thing I want in a lover. Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer. I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter. These are 21 things I choose to choose in a lover-
You saved my soul, Ken. How can I tell you how well you fit my image of everything I want? Do I measure up to your needs? Do I give you what you want? I choose to choose… I choose you.
-I'm in no hurry I could wait forever. I'm in no rush cause I enjoy being solo There are no worries and certainly no pressure. In the meantime I'll live like there's no tomorrow-
"I know that you aren't ready yet, Ken, but when we finally make love, and I do mean when and not if, because I'm not waiting around forever, it is going to be the most wonderful thing that has ever happened. I can feel it. It is going to be beautiful and perfect and so incredibly –right- that you will never doubt that we are meant to be together. I'll wait for you."
I remember my words to him that night. I hold to them. I will wait for him. I'll wait until he's ready. Never again will I rush this, I don't need to. I can be patient. No pressure, aité, no pressure. The smile on your face is enough, the hidden touch of your hand behind the counter, the faintest trace of a blush that appears on your cheeks at the prospect of being caught. These things will tide me over.
And until you come to me of your own free will, I will live everyday as you told me to. I will live to the fullest with you, just incase this is all an illusion….
-Are you uninhibited in bed? More than three times a week? Up for being experimental? Are you athletic? Are you thriving in a job that helps your brother? Are you not addicted?-
Our bodies twine together. I can no longer tell where he ends and I begin. We are one, we are complete. He moans and calls my name softly, his hands caress me, his lips seek me out shamelessly. The sweat of our bodies mingles together. I whisper softly in his ear and he whimpers in response, rocking against me, pulling me into him, giving everything of himself. There are no boundaries here. The inhibitions are gone.
He twists beneath me and clutches at my shoulder, pushing sharply. "Oh God…," he groans. "Let me… let me be… on top." His breath comes in quick little pants. I lick his neck, the salt of his body on my tongue. I pull away from him, sitting back. He scrambles after me, pushing me back, straddling my legs, lowering himself onto me. His body shudders around me, shivering at the intrusion. He throws his head back, crying out wordlessly as he meets my thighs. He leans back, shifting his hips forward. He rocks to a fro, making love to me. He's always finding something new to try.
I'm no longer aware of myself, only of the sensation. I clutch at the sheets, letting him rock me. I pant and cry out. I plead with him for something I can't even name. I call his name, I hear my own echoed in response.
With one hand he takes his arousal, the motion of our bodies causing him to thrust into himself even as I do. When he comes, he cries out loudly, expelling thick, warm strands of semen into his hand. He falls back onto the bed again, gasping. I crawl up, pushing his legs back. I'm on top again. I finish it for both of us, and hold him against me in the afterglow.
The warm arms of my lover. They hold me so tightly. We lie together, covering each other with murmurs and kisses. Eventually he roles me over, lying on my chest, his head to my heart.
"Tomorrow? Same time, same place?" he asks softly, a playful edge on his voice.
I tighten my arms around him and run my hand over his face. "You are going to run me ragged."
He chuckles and reaches up to touch my lips. He brushes my red hair from my eyes and smiles at me gently. "Hey, if nothing else it's a good workout. Sure beats running or doing sit-ups. Don't tell me you can't keep up with my athletic machine of a body," he says dangerously, his eyes glinting.
I roll my eyes. "You think you're so special, don't you, soccer boy?"
"Hey, when was the last time you saw legs as toned as mine?" he asks jabbing my ribs.
I make a show of thinking about it. I bite my lip. "Well, Youji has pretty nice legs for a guy…."
"What?! Youji? Oh please, he couldn't keep up with me. He'd get all out of breath, he probably has emphysema, you know."
I chuckle.
"I could never be a smoker. I respect my body too much. Bleh," he says thoughtfully, turning his head, pressing his ear against my chest. I run a hand through his hair and play with the soft strands between my fingers.
"And you'd smell bad, too."
"Yeah, there's always that," he replies.
"Besides," I say softly, "the only thing I want you addicted to is me."
He looks up at me with his luminous chocolate eyes. He grins and then kisses my bare skin. "Don't worry, koi. I can never get enough."
I smile and look up at the ceiling. Guess that makes two of us.
-…are you curious and communicative?-
Comments: It is I, Marty, and this is my new project! I have fallen in love with Alanis Morissette's new album, 'Under Rug Swept,' and so I have decided that I will write song fics to (no not all… cause that 'I am a Man' song… not cool) some of the songs. Yeah, basically I've listened to this album waaaay too much. It's even what I was listening to when I took out twelve guardrail posts in my step-mother's car! The mental connection to the threat of almost flipping down a cliff onto a rocky beach below did not lessen my love of these songs though. Yeah, it's that good. So these fics will deal with different and various pairings. I am going to branch out, because as much as I love Aya and Ken loving each other… variety is the spice of life, ne? So that said the first one I wrote is actually an Aya/Ken. And it is to my favorite song on the CD. Ohhh. Go download it when you are done reading. Hearing it helps. R&R.
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Aya's Song for Ken:
"21 Things I Want in a Lover"
-Do you derive joy when someone else succeeds? Do you not play dirty when engaged in competition? Do you have a big intellectual capacity? But know that it alone does not equate wisdom?-
Over the top of the paper I am pretending to read I watch the one who's driving me crazy, even though he doesn't know it. Even though I'll probably never tell him. I can't remember when I started to feel like this, when songs started applying….
I've been watching them whittle away the afternoon. Omi finally talked Ken into playing cards with him. Ken hates cards, but he still agreed to play.
"Oh man, Omi, you beat me again! I don't even know why I try," he giggles, throwing a handful of cards into the air. "I suck at rummy, that's it, no more for me. I can't believe that you beat me four times in a row!"
"Neither can I. I always loose when I play against Youji," Omi says thoughtfully.
Ken grins and ruffles Omi's hair. "That's because Youji cheats, Omittchi. Why do you think Aya and I refuse to play cards with him?"
"What? Youji has been cheating all this time?! But… but, I've been loosing this stupid game to him for weeks!" Omi cries, crushing a few cards in his hand.
"Must feel pretty good to win for once, ne?"
Omi looks up at Ken and smiles. "Yeah, it sure does."
"Even if it's at my expense," Ken says wryly.
Omi balks. "That's not what I meant!"
Ken chuckles. "I know, I know. Just giving you a hard time. I've always sucked at card games. They stress me out way too much… you should see how rabid I get playing 'go fish'."
Omi grins, and Ken stands up, patting the kid on the back. "Good game, Omi- kun. But now I must take my leave of you. I've got some reading to do."
Omi giggles, "Oh… did the newest edition of Penthouse come out today? Or have you been to the manga shop again?"
Ken whacks Omi on the back of the head and puts his hands on his hips. "Actually if you must know, -Omi-, I'm reading The Prophet. I'm not as shallow as I appear. Even I have the ability to enrich myself every once in a while," Ken snaps and then sticks out his tongue. "So if you two will excuse me, I have some enlightenment to achieve."
I watch him walk out of the room and up the stairs. Omi shrugs and drops his cards on the table. He looks over at me where I appear to be reading the newspaper. "Huh. Who would have guessed that Ken reads philosophy?"
I glance at him and shrug slowly. I would have guessed.
-Do you see everything as an illusion? But enjoy it even though you are not of it?-
I have stumbled upon him on the porch. He is watching the sunset over the city. I lean against the doorjamb and try not to disturb him. I have a question, but it can wait. I can be patient. I can watch him.
"Hey, Aya-kun," he greets me. I'm surprised that he realized I was here. I didn't think he would notice my presence.
"Hn." I walk a little farther onto the porch and stand with my hands in my pockets. I glance up at the fading sun as it disappears behind the skyscrapers; shafts of brilliant light pierce the blackness of the city windows. I shade my eyes with one hand.
"It's so surreal, isn't it?" He says softly. "I mean just look at what we've created for ourselves. It's so stark and black and solid. We think that its some testament to our human genius, some proof that we have conquered the world, defeated nature. And yet there's the sun, setting against our city, proving that even here, in this manmade fortress of steel and glass, we are subject to nature's whims. Human superiority is just an illusion we created for ourselves, to give our lives some sort of meaning."
I glance over at him. That's a lot of heavy shit to be coming out of Ken's mouth. I blink at him slowly. He's beautiful in the fading sunlight and shadows of the city. "Hn. And what is that supposed to mean?" I ask gruffly. I don't mean to sound so hard, but I can't help myself anymore. I wish someone else would help me instead….
He shakes his head, smiling sheepishly. The light catches the movement, making his dark hair shine. "I don't really know. Sometimes I think too much for my own good."
"Hn."
After a moment I walk to the railing and grip it tightly with both hands. I peer over the edge into the street below.
"Hey, Aya? Do you ever feel like nothing is real? Like we live in nothing but contradictory illusions?"
I narrow my eyes and glare at him.
He shrugs. "Never mind. Even if that is the case, that doesn't mean that we shouldn't live in our present to the fullest, right? That's why you have to barrel through life, Aya, so that just incase it all isn't real, and it could change at any moment, you get as much out of each string of moments as possible. You know what I mean?"
I glare at him some more and then turn away. "No more philosophy books for you."
He laughs and goes back to staring at the city. "Ok, ok. You're probably right."
But even though I brush him off so easily on the outside, a part of me inside begins to understand a little more. I grasp just a little bit more of what makes Ken the way he is. And my love only deepens.
-Are you both masculine and feminine? Politically aware? And don't believe in capital punishment?-
As I bandage his torn shoulder he begins to cry. My fingers are shaking. I hope he doesn't notice. I don't want him to cry, I don't want him to hurt the way he does.
"Stop crying, Ken," I growl.
He jerks his arm away from me. His eyes turn on me and I'm forced to look into his face. He grimaces and glares at me through his tears. "Why shouldn't I cry? Maybe you never feel remorse, Aya, but I'm not like you," he hisses.
That's not what I meant. I want to tell him, but I can't. I reach for his arm again. I can't let him go on bleeding without treatment. I take it gingerly between my fingers and continue to bandage his wound.
"Don't you ever feel like crying, Aya?" he asks under his breath. I don't think I was supposed to hear. "All those people… all those innocent people we couldn't save. We weren't fast enough."
"We didn't come here to save lives, we came here to kill the targets and we did," I respond, tying the bandage tight.
"But we could have done so much more!" he cries fiercely, fresh tears running down his face. "We… we –could- have saved lives."
I stare into his face for a few moments. The open sadness I find there tears at my soul. I envy him. I envy him for being able to show that sadness. I can't anymore. I've torn up all my emotions, and here he sits brimming over with them. I wonder what he sees in my face. Nothing, most likely. Only coldness, emptiness… it must seem so ugly.
I stand and wait for him to get to his feet. I would like to help him up, but it's too hard to reach out my hand. It would break too many walls. He struggles to stand beside me, and brings one of his hands to his head. "I'm so tired," he whispers.
We walk away slowly, leaving the carnage behind. Youji and Omi will be waiting. As we walk he stares at the ground, shuffling sluggishly beside me. I slow my pace. "Do you think what we do is right?" he asks suddenly.
I glance at him and say nothing. My face always says it all.
"I mean, two wrongs don't make a right. And eye for an eye? That's not the way things are supposed to work. Killing… it's wrong, isn't it, no matter the reason?" he mumbles.
"You're thinking too much," I say gruffly.
"Yeah. Most likely. Not something I'm usually accused of, is it?"
There he goes trying to be the joker again. Trying to smile through the pain. Oh, Ken, how did you ever get wrapped up in all this? You don't deserve this.
-These are 21 things I want in a lover. Not necessarily needs but qualities I prefer-
How is it, Ken, that you are perfect in every way? How is it that I have fallen in love with you without even trying? Will you ever know, ever understand? Will I have the strength to tell you? The courage to let those walls tumble? Give me a sign; give me hope.
-Do you derive joy from diving in? And seeing loving someone can actually feel like freedom? Are you funny? Á la self-deprecating? Like adventure? And have many formed opinions?-
It's hard to breathe when I'm with him. His soft, strong arms, though so gentle around me, seem to squeeze all the air out of my lungs. The burden of loneliness he has lifted from my heart makes me feel so light. I never thought that it would be like this. I never thought he'd actually feel the same way. But he gave me hope, he gave me a sign and I pursued it with his help. Now there are no barriers between us. He thrives in my arms.
He gave himself over to this so quickly, he told me he loved me. He loves me. He has no inhibitions in showing me. He's shy, shy about my touch, but his emotions are so free. He glows, he doesn't cry anymore.
Tightening my arms around him I pull our bodies closer. We lie curled up on his bed, fully clothed, but so close it makes my whole body tingle. We've been like this since we got off our shift. It's been hours. Just us, for hours.
"You know, koi, as much as I love being here next to you… I'm kinda hungry," he says at length.
"What, love alone can't sustain you?"
"Mmm… my love is very potent, but not that potent. My metabolism is not programmed to process obsession into a usable form of energy. I'm still hungry… I know, I know, I'm a selfish bastard…."
"What do you want to eat?"
He wiggles against me like an excited puppy. I chuckle and run my hand over his back. "Something exciting!"
"Adventures in dining."
"How about Indian? Ohh, or Mexican?!"
I raise an eyebrow. There's something about spicy food that doesn't agree with me. "How about Chinese?"
He rolls his eyes. "Oh that's really new and exciting."
I shrug. I like Chinese food. "Whatever you want," I grumble. "How do we get out of here without the others?"
His dark eyes sparkle deviously. "Let's repel out my window."
"You think that's a good idea?"
"Oh c'mon, where's your sense of adventure? It'll be easy, and then we don't have to give the others a bunch of stupid excuses or try and dodge them. It'll be fun!"
"A barrel of laughs."
He squeezes his arms around me tightly and buries his face in my shoulder. He hums against my body sending little vibrations through my skin. "I love you…."
I give in, like usual. "Ok, fine. Out the window it is. Just don't get either of us killed."
"I wouldn't think of it."
-These are 21 thing I want in a lover. Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer. I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter. These are 21 things I choose to choose in a lover-
You saved my soul, Ken. How can I tell you how well you fit my image of everything I want? Do I measure up to your needs? Do I give you what you want? I choose to choose… I choose you.
-I'm in no hurry I could wait forever. I'm in no rush cause I enjoy being solo There are no worries and certainly no pressure. In the meantime I'll live like there's no tomorrow-
"I know that you aren't ready yet, Ken, but when we finally make love, and I do mean when and not if, because I'm not waiting around forever, it is going to be the most wonderful thing that has ever happened. I can feel it. It is going to be beautiful and perfect and so incredibly –right- that you will never doubt that we are meant to be together. I'll wait for you."
I remember my words to him that night. I hold to them. I will wait for him. I'll wait until he's ready. Never again will I rush this, I don't need to. I can be patient. No pressure, aité, no pressure. The smile on your face is enough, the hidden touch of your hand behind the counter, the faintest trace of a blush that appears on your cheeks at the prospect of being caught. These things will tide me over.
And until you come to me of your own free will, I will live everyday as you told me to. I will live to the fullest with you, just incase this is all an illusion….
-Are you uninhibited in bed? More than three times a week? Up for being experimental? Are you athletic? Are you thriving in a job that helps your brother? Are you not addicted?-
Our bodies twine together. I can no longer tell where he ends and I begin. We are one, we are complete. He moans and calls my name softly, his hands caress me, his lips seek me out shamelessly. The sweat of our bodies mingles together. I whisper softly in his ear and he whimpers in response, rocking against me, pulling me into him, giving everything of himself. There are no boundaries here. The inhibitions are gone.
He twists beneath me and clutches at my shoulder, pushing sharply. "Oh God…," he groans. "Let me… let me be… on top." His breath comes in quick little pants. I lick his neck, the salt of his body on my tongue. I pull away from him, sitting back. He scrambles after me, pushing me back, straddling my legs, lowering himself onto me. His body shudders around me, shivering at the intrusion. He throws his head back, crying out wordlessly as he meets my thighs. He leans back, shifting his hips forward. He rocks to a fro, making love to me. He's always finding something new to try.
I'm no longer aware of myself, only of the sensation. I clutch at the sheets, letting him rock me. I pant and cry out. I plead with him for something I can't even name. I call his name, I hear my own echoed in response.
With one hand he takes his arousal, the motion of our bodies causing him to thrust into himself even as I do. When he comes, he cries out loudly, expelling thick, warm strands of semen into his hand. He falls back onto the bed again, gasping. I crawl up, pushing his legs back. I'm on top again. I finish it for both of us, and hold him against me in the afterglow.
The warm arms of my lover. They hold me so tightly. We lie together, covering each other with murmurs and kisses. Eventually he roles me over, lying on my chest, his head to my heart.
"Tomorrow? Same time, same place?" he asks softly, a playful edge on his voice.
I tighten my arms around him and run my hand over his face. "You are going to run me ragged."
He chuckles and reaches up to touch my lips. He brushes my red hair from my eyes and smiles at me gently. "Hey, if nothing else it's a good workout. Sure beats running or doing sit-ups. Don't tell me you can't keep up with my athletic machine of a body," he says dangerously, his eyes glinting.
I roll my eyes. "You think you're so special, don't you, soccer boy?"
"Hey, when was the last time you saw legs as toned as mine?" he asks jabbing my ribs.
I make a show of thinking about it. I bite my lip. "Well, Youji has pretty nice legs for a guy…."
"What?! Youji? Oh please, he couldn't keep up with me. He'd get all out of breath, he probably has emphysema, you know."
I chuckle.
"I could never be a smoker. I respect my body too much. Bleh," he says thoughtfully, turning his head, pressing his ear against my chest. I run a hand through his hair and play with the soft strands between my fingers.
"And you'd smell bad, too."
"Yeah, there's always that," he replies.
"Besides," I say softly, "the only thing I want you addicted to is me."
He looks up at me with his luminous chocolate eyes. He grins and then kisses my bare skin. "Don't worry, koi. I can never get enough."
I smile and look up at the ceiling. Guess that makes two of us.
-…are you curious and communicative?-