Author's Note: Thank you for reading my first fanfic! Please let me know what you thought!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When Doumeki woke up to find Kimihiro curled around him his first instinct was to assume this was the dream. He looked down at the other man and murmured, "Am I dead?"
Yuuko who was sitting nearby on the porch watching the beautiful sunset with Mokona and sharing sake piped up. "I thought you two should sleep comfortably." Causing him to crane his neck backward to look at the group.
"Sleeping Comfy!! You two looked so comfy!!" Maru and Moro danced around on the porch, "sleeping so comfy after we arranged you!!" They ended the dance staring right at him with huge smiles in their typically matching yet contrasting outfits.
"You what!?" He stared at them all for a minute still not used to their antics as all the women and Mokona dissolved into giggles. "Hnn..."
"Uhhh..." Kimihiro stirred on his shoulder and reached out for his glasses. Shizuka reached behind him and snatched them off the tatami, handing them to him. Slipping them on the other man blinked owlishly at him as his eyes re-adjusted to the spectacles and being awake. Maru and Moro gathered up Yuuko and Mokona and their sake and the lot bustled off to somewhere else for their enjoyments.
"Shizuka?" Kimihiro's eyes welled with clear tears and he hit the other man on the chest feebly with his fist and yelled at him in rather typical Watanuki fashion, "Never listen to me again, okay!?" Then threw his arms around him.
Shizuka could barely answer as he realized that he could feel Kimihiro's heart pounding inside the bare chest that was pressed against his own.
"Kimihiro, you're alive? Alive, alive?" He put his hand to the side of Watanuki's face, turning it up to meet his eyes and gasped at the vibrancy of the colors there and the love spoken through them. "I don't want to waste any more of our time together, I won't wait for you anymore." Watanuki's eyes widened in shock and pain and Shizuka was forced to tighten his arms to keep Kimihiro from bolting. "I mean, I love you." As Kimihiro looked shocked anew, though this time pleasantly Shizuka stooped to capture his lips. Softly they kissed, slowly for only a few moments.
Then Kimihiro leaned back and looked up into his eyes, "I love you, too." He reached up and caressed the line of his partner's jaw, allowing his eyes to reflect the wonderment he felt at the smoothness of that flesh, of the shiver of excitement the touch brought to both of them. Doumeki's eyes fluttered slightly and he became suddenly very aware of the fact that Kimihiro was completely naked beneath the sheet covering them. But Kimihiro didn't give him time to concentrate on that in a manner that would have led to stallings and embarrassment. He continued the caress, lightly playing his fingertips over Shizuka's lips, then letting them trace the contour of his cheekbone up and over those fluttering eyelids, down the bridge of his nose and over his lips again. His other hand reaching out and starting the same considerations mapping out his neck and shoulder, so, so light over the shoulder where he was bandaged from earlier rough treatment at Kimihiro's own hands.
Shizuka moaned and slid down onto his back, letting Kimihiro explore him, discovering things he hadn't even known about himself. Wherever Kimihiro's fingers ran over him his skin felt like lightning was dancing over it. The electricity between them left his head dizzy, but still as Kimihiro slipped over him to kiss him on the mouth he raised a hand and lost it in his love's thick hair. Taking his mouth in a moment of desperate closeness that he quickly took in hand. He didn't want to rush this, he wanted to enjoy it, whether it came now or later, and he wanted Kimihiro to enjoy it. So he trailed his fingers down the back of the dual eyed man's neck as he disentangled them from his hair. Kimihiro arched like a cat being stroked, the thought making Doumeki smirk slightly as he took the caress all the way down his spine, just a little lower and then back around over Kimihiro's hips, tracing a curly-q over the bone there. Watanuki shivered and gasped and decided that while he definitely was enjoying this he wanted to turn the tables back to where they had been.
He slowly lowered his mouth to Shizuka's chest, so as not to startle him, and let his tongue play out over the smooth hard flesh. His hot tongue and saliva contrasting starkly with the cool night air coming in from the still open doors causing Shizuka to groan in pleasured shock. He continued down his stomach, tracing out each individual muscle on the abdomen, switching between finger tips and tongue as needed. Shizuka's hand was now on his shoulder needing at the muscles there and occasionally clawing at the skin, his other hand was tangled in Kimihiro's hair. He tried feebly to pull him back up, he wanted to take those lips again, roll on top of him and put him into fits that would make his daily freak outs look tame, but all his nerves were thrumming and he couldn't quite bring himself to make a decent effort to stop it. So when Kimihiro distractedly, but forcefully pinned his wrist to the matting he could only moan yet again.
It wasn't until he felt Kimihiro's tongue snake under the waist of his hakama and the hand pinning his wrist release him and start to untie them that he found the gumption to pull the other man back up to his lips, though Kimihiro didn't relinquish the high ground. Their lips met again and the hand wandering...and mouth wandering started again, anew...they had all night after all. They had the rest of their lives to spend at this, learning and inventing, what a wondrous thought. "Mmm..."