A/N: written for the LJ kink-meme prompt "Miyagi goes all the way with Shinobu". Based on volume 7.
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Confessing his love to Shinobu had been liberating. Holding Shinobu's hand high, seeing the boy's wide eyes brimming with tears, he'd known that this was the right path. Yet despite the blunt honesty of his confession, Shinobu was still trying to run away. It was as if Shinobu was so happy, he couldn't accept that it was true. Even after Miyagi had sworn his love on sensei's grave, the boy was still making excuses.
I don't want you to be sensei, Miyagi thought as he pinned Shinobu's thin wrists to the sheets. What Miyagi had shared with his teacher was done, a part of his past he could never reclaim. This wasn't a matter of Shinobu being better than sensei, or worse yet, of Miyagi pitying the boy. He loved Shinobu because he was Shinobu.
Beneath him Shinobu rolled over, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his cries. Miyagi ran a palm over his spine, felt each bump under the skin, then let his hand trail down to the back of the boy's thighs. Shinobu stiffened and Miyagi thought he heard his name moaned into the pillow. 'This is probably going to hurt', he informed Shinobu and the boy nodded weakly. They had been here before – sprawled on Miyagi's bed and dangerously close to taking things a step too far. No matter how much Shinobu had begged for it at the time, Miyagi could never regret stopping things that night. Their story might have had a different ending, one where Shinobu went back to Australia and Miyagi lived with an all-consuming guilt.
They wouldn't have been happy.
He pressed a finger against Shinobu's opening, watched each twitch of the boy's muscles as he pushed inside. It was all he could do to prepare the boy, realizing he didn't have much patience left. Neither did Shinobu apparently, as he released the pillow, rolled onto his side and (blushing a furious shade of red) demanded Miyagi satisfy him now. Miyagi smirked, pressed his mouth against the boy's hip and let his tongue lick the damp skin. Shinobu shuddered under him, moaned when Miyagi's hand groped between his legs, and let out a string of pleas punctuated with a cry of "stupid Miyagi!"
Pressing the boy onto his back, Miyagi pushed his way into the slender body; Shinobu's hands curled in the blankets, his feet coming around behind Miyagi's waist. He could feel the boy's muscles constricting around him. It was an amazing sensation, and he thought, fleetingly, that maybe now he could impress his feelings upon Shinobu. Make the boy realize that he wasn't playing games.
"I – love you. Miyagi." Even with his eyes closed and tears streaming down his cheeks, Shinobu's words echoed pleasantly in the room. Miyagi smiled, brought their bodies closer together and kissed Shinobu's forehead.
"I know."
I love you too.