Title: 009 - Clean
Author: schyra
Rating: ?
Pairings/Characters: Lucia/Haru
Warnings: D
Summary: With Haru, there's a time and place for everything. This, Lucia, is not it.
Author's Note: Bahahahahha. Arghs.
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009 - Clean
With Haru, there's a time and place for everything. This, Lucia, is not it.
Lucia grinned at him from the doorway, all flashing eyes and white teeth.
Haru looked nonplussed, and turned on the washing machine.
"Boys, time for dinner!" Gale yelled from downstairs.
"Coming!" Haru called back. Lucia's grin widened fractionally. Haru gave him a reproachful look and proceeded downstairs, jumping at the slap on the butt Lucia gave him as he passed the blonde in the doorway. Haru sighed, frustrated, and glared long and hard at his childhood friend.
At dinner, the family made warm, normal conversation.
King and Gale were conversing about business deals, things they should or shouldn't do with Demon Card. Cattleya, Sakura and Emilia talked amongst themselves, occasionally having their conversation joined in by the boys at the table.
Deep Snow eyed his brothers suspiciously.
Something was slightly askew with those two. Lucia's grin was just a little too feral, Haru's back a little too straight.
He winced as something hit his leg under the table.
He looked sharply to the right, at Haru. The younger boy smiled back, but it didn't look too apologetic. In fact, it looked strained, and the silver-haired teen was gripping his chopsticks a little too tightly. Deep Snow glanced to the left, where Lucia sat next to Sakura and looked into the eyes of his brother. Lucia sat half-slumped over in the chair, his face supported in the palm of one hand as the other held his chopsticks. Those gold eyes glimmered back at him eerily.
On Lucia's left, Deep Snow's adopted father sat, seemingly not noticing anything strange. He laughed at one of Gale's jokes, the silver-haired man sitting directly opposite him and to the right of his own son. Haru, located in the middle of the table, was seated diagonally right of Deep Snow, separated from him by his sister, Cattleya. Emilia, Deep Snow's adopted mother, sat to his left, next to Sakura.
"Did someone kick me?"
Everyone glanced in Cattleya's direction. Lucia tilted his head to the side. "I did, sorry." Cattleya smiled back, and everyone resumed their meal and conversation. Deep Snow narrowed his eyes. Lucia had long legs, and so it was reasonable that he would stretch them under the table. But something was definitely fishy.
To his right, Haru gave another little jump.
Lucia grinned secretively, his mouth hidden in his palm, and stroked the underside of Haru's thigh with his foot under the table. He watched, laughing inwardly, the way the other's hands gripped his bowl and chopsticks.
Dinner was uninterrupted for a little while, as everyone conversed and ate. Haru suddenly got up from his chair. "Bathroom," he said by way of explanation, and left hurriedly. Gale quirked an eyebrow, before resuming what he was saying about Experiment's new laws.
The meal was quiet once more after that. And then, Lucia too got up from his seat.
"Excuse me," he said. Nobody paid him much heed as he left,assuming nothing. The blonde walked upstairs, heading straight for the bathroom. He turned the knob, discovering it was locked. He grinned. 'Can't keep me out that way,' he thought. The lock was worn and well-used. He jiggled the knob, hearing the lock unclasp with a satisfying click. Opening the door, he slipped in.
Haru was leaning over the sink, and he looked up to watch Lucia in the mirror. His fingers wrapped tightly on the edge of the basin.
"What did you think you were doing?" he said softly.
Lucia smiled lazily, leaning against the wall as he closed the door with his heel. "Don't like playing footsie?" Haru's face was calm, betraying no emotion. "We're having dinner." "So?" Lucia shrugged. "It's family time. Everyone's together, and happy." Lucia pushed himself off the wall and walked closer. "We're eating." Step. "Everyone." Step. "Together." Step.
Lucia arrived behind him and Haru turned around, looking Lucia dead in the eye. In the back of his mind he cursed the blonde boy's longer growth spurt, which meant that he was slightly, if only a little, taller.
"No sex."
Lucia grinned and raised a hand to Haru's face.
"But I'm horny."
Haru batted his arm away. "Not the time," he snapped. Lucia's grin widened once more. "It is when I say so," he said softly, and placed his hands firmly on Haru's hips. Haru stepped back, hitting the sink, surprised. "Lucia.. what are you-" He attempted to pry Lucia's hands off his waist, but the other teen's grip was firm and unyielding.
The blonde leaned in closer, pressing his lips to Haru's cheek. Lazily, he licked along the boy's cheek bone.
"Dammit, Lucia!," Haru hissed, furious. Lucia grinned, lips pressed underneath Haru's ear, and blew hot breaths of air onto the boy's neck. Despite his will, Haru felt his hands start to shake. He found that he was leaning against the sink a bit too much for his liking, his breath starting to quicken, and- what were Lucia's hands doing with his belt?!
"Stop!" he hissed harshly.
The blonde merely laughed, slipping his hands into the waistline of Haru's pants. Haru gasped sharply at the contact, hands gripping tightly at Lucia's arms. "Sss -s -stop..," he whispered. "Th-they're downstairs. They'll.. they'll k-know." With each protest, his voice was getting weaker, fainter. Those hands were performing tricks, playing him like an instrument that only they knew. Lucia laughed lightly. He looked at the silver-haired boy, resting his head in the crook of his neck.
"Not if we're quiet."
With a strong tug, Lucia slipped Haru's pants down to his thighs. Slowly, sensuously, Lucia knelt, ghosting his breath down Haru's abdomen. Grinning. The other teen bit his lip at the sensation, choking back a gasp as he felt delicious, wet heat envelope him. "A-h-," he choked, fingers tangling themselves in Lucia's hair. His knees were starting to feel weak.
"Mmm.. ohhh...," Haru moaned softly, the sounds escaping his lips despite himself.
His lover was very, very good.
Cleverly, Lucia played with Haru's length. His hand lightly grazed the back of the other's thigh. "You know," the blonde whispered against the other's sensitive, wet skin. "You're much better at this than I am." Haru's confused reply was cut off with a ragged gasp as one of Lucia's fingers entered him forcefully. He arched his back, one of his hands hitting the side of the sink. Immediately, Lucia's other hand splayed itself firmly upon it, preventing it from moving.
Downstairs, someone with light-blue hair looked up sharply. 'I thought I heard something,' he thought. Slowly, his gaze trailed upwards, towards the closed door of the bathroom. Around him, the rest of the family continued their meal, unsuspecting.
Upstairs, Lucia laughed softly under his breath, panting slightly with lust. He looked up at the face of his lover, admiring the way smooth, pale skin flushed with desire. Haru leaned heavily against the sink, trembling, breath coming in short gasps. Lucia pushed the two fingers of his right hand in deeper, scissoring them slowly. His left hand still kept Haru's right pinioned to the cool surface. The blonde nipped lightly at the inside of Haru's thigh, and the teen above him whimpered.
Lucia lapped languidly along Haru's length. Up... down... long, slow licks with his tongue. Again, and again. Haru threw his head back, eyes shut, muffling his breath against the fingers of his right hand. "Aaa-h-h..," he pleaded softly. " ..O..ohh-h.... L-Lu-uc-i-a.. aaa... "
Responding to his name, Lucia kissed a trail up his lover's legs, nipping at his hips. His pants were feeling too tight for comfort. The restricting cloth was almost painful. They should go. Lucia withdrew his fingers and stood upright, lifting Haru up and setting him against the edge of the sink. Swiftly, he unbuckled his belt and opened his fly, freeing his arousal to the cold air. He leaned over, tipping Haru back until the silver-haired teen's back rested against the cool glass of the mirror. Haru allowed himself to be moved, lost in a sea of desire and arousal.
Damn, Lucia was good at this.
Vaguely, Haru registered the blonde that filled his mind lifting his legs up so that they rested on his shoulders, granting the other better access. Lucia pressed a chaste kiss against the corner of Haru's lips, hands settling firmly against the other's hips. He lifted his left hand, still holding onto Haru's tightly, and entwined their fingers, pressing Haru's against the smooth, reflective surface. He looked at it askance, looking back at himself in the bathroom mirror. He smirked.
"Remember to be quiet now," he whispered huskily into Haru's ear.
Haru nodded, barely registering the command, but he clamped his mouth shut when Lucia thrust into him with a sudden, quick push of his hips. Lucia groaned softly into Haru's neck as he entered him, loving the feeling of being encased in tight, shifting heat. Haru raked fingers down Lucia's back, biting at Lucia's shoulder and mewling. It hurt.. it hurt, but it felt so good...
The blonde pounded into his lover relentlessly, feeling the heat tighten with each thrust, the temperature rising in his very soul. Lucia turned his head to the side and busied himself with Haru's neck, making sure to leave a mark.
The silver-haired boy lost it, trapped between Lucia and the mirror as the cool glass steamed and sweat condensed on its surface. The pounding was killing him, each thrust coming stronger and harder than the last, and with each knocking the wind out of him, Haru felt as if he would break.
Lucia thrust into his lover, harder and harder, feeling overwhelmed with bliss. Loving it, loving it and wanting more, and more, and more. He couldn't get enough. Lifting Haru's left foot with his right hand, Lucia straightened the other's leg, readjusting his angle and pressing the other's foot next to the mirror. He raked his nails down the back of Haru's leg, earning a pained cry. It was a good thing his boyfriend was flexible.
"Don't you think they've been gone a while?" King questioned, looking around to see if either of the two were in sight. Gale shrugged, stabbing a vegetable with his fork. King shrugged off his worried air, returning to the conversation. Deep Snow furrowed his brow.
With one last, hard, thrust, Lucia emptied himself into Haru, filling the boy with his seed. Haru arched his back at the feeling, as heat spread into what felt like the core of his body. It was too much. With a choked cry, he came.
The two rested there for a moment, winding down and catching their breath.
Lucia grinned. Haru, head still buried in the crook of Lucia's neck, muttered breathlessly. "...Pervert.." Lucia kissed Haru's cheek and grinned charmingly. "You know you love me." Haru gazed back out of the corner of his eye.
Unfortunately, he did.
They sat back down for dinner, neither looking more than disheveled as they reclaimed their seats at the table. Deep Snow examined them closely, suspicious. Something had changed, was different from before. Lucia looked particularly smug, satisfied, even, and the predatory air around him was gone. Haru looked a little worn out, a little resigned. But there was a s light hint of a glare whenever his gaze met Lucia's across the table.
Deep Snow frowned. He was sure those two were up to something... So sure...
Just what had been going on?
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END.
