A/n: The decision is unanimous! The winner is, 'yay'!
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Chapter 7: Incorrigible
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Sweat slicked skin. Rosy, luscious lips. Hot breath against his ear, silent whispers of pleas. Gasps and moans escalating, names whispered like a broken prayer. The rustling of sheets, fingers clutching desperately, nails clawing in ecstasy.
Lips pressed against each other in a desperate and lustful kind of kiss.
An arch of a back, chest against chest. A whimpered cry.
Hikaru's eyes snap open, and he abruptly sits up. His back protests but he can't stretch too much, he might wake Kaoru. He gasps in heavily for oxygen molecules and looks to his side to see Kaoru shift only a little in his sleep. Hikaru sighs in relief and lets a small smile grace his lips.
He looks down at his lap and almost groans but he brings his hands up to stifle any sound threatening to escape his lips. The covers pooled around his lap are tented. Kaoru shifts and his knee accidentally press over Hikaru's erection. It takes everything of Hikaru's sleep hazed mind to remember not to moan out loud.
Grabbing Kaoru's leg, he holds back a moan as he gently moves it away. Hikaru knows his lower lip might bruise or bleed, but he has to hold back his urges.
Hikaru throws back the blanket and staggers to the wall. He sits on the floor, and he's facing their bed, he's facing Kaoru. His breathing comes out laboured and heavy. He tries to think of anything else, but images of Kaoru whimpering and begging plague his mind.
He looks down at his lap where his boxers are still tented. He's painfully throbbing but he dares not touch it.
It's wrong; he can't be thinking these things. Imagining, dreaming of such lecherous acts he can do to his baby brother. Images flash through his mind, he releases a soft whimper.
He knows he won't be able to sleep. He leans back, heavily against the wall. His fingers crawl down his stomach, lower and lower. His fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers, and his breath hitches. His hand wraps tightly around the offending organ, and his eyes close as he sighs in relief.
Ever so slowly, his fingers pump and slide. He tries to think of something, situations or pictures of girls, but they all just come and go. Nothing makes him pump faster, or his head spin. He whines, he needs to think of something or he'll never come.
Then, of course, images flash through his mind. He remembers.
But that is so wrong.
Hikaru feels like crying at the injustice of it all. He hates that dream, and the previous dreams he's had before that. It always leaves him hot and bothered, leaves him know what's there. It shows what he can reach with the tips of his fingers, but can never and isn't supposed to ever have. He can never him.
But he wants to. He needs to. He needs Kaoru.
He imagines, he remembers in his dreams Kaoru's long, slim legs wrapping around his waist, and his hands around Hikaru's neck. He remembers their bodies moving in unison. But more than anything, he remembers Kaoru's eyes looking up at him, pleading, with so much passion. His lips, mouthing nothing coherent or just Hikaru's name over and over again.
Hikaru pumps faster.
He throws his head back, his sweat dripping down his neck and chest and forehead. He bumped his head on the wall, but he doesn't think of the possible concussion he might have.
Hikaru tries to keeps his eyes open, and his eyes land on their bed as the flashing images burn his mind. He silently moans and releases a sobbing whine, he's so close, he can feel his insides curling. This is so wrong.
Kaoru's just there, sleeping so innocently and curled in bed.
A whispered word escapes Kaoru's lips.
'Niichan.
And that's all it takes.
Hikaru spills, his hand sticky and wet. He's panting in quietly and heavily for air, and he looks tentatively down at his hand.
He remembers his dreams, but he can't embrace his baby brother like that. He can't lie with Kaoru in the after events of proving their love. He can't give Kaoru a slow and tired kind of kiss.
He bends his legs and hugs them to his chest; Hikaru buries his face in his knees.
He feels like crying at the injustice of it all.
To be continued...
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A/n: So... what do you think of this chapter? I love making Hikaru all confused and suffer. *laughs* But, that won't happen in the end, I promise. And again, only a prospect of a kiss, not an actual kiss.
Review, please?
