Stop? Do I want him to?

Nezumi chuckled as Shion squirmed beneath his touch. "Don't worry, little prince." he said, with a grin, "I'm only teasing you."

"I'm not a prince anymore." Shion said, his tone surprisingly firm for how breathless he was. "And…"

Nezumi traced his nose up the side of Shion's throat. "And what?"

"What if I don't want you to?"

Nezumi froze.

"Don't want me to what?"

Shion took a deep, shuddering breath. "Stop."

Nezumi was silent. Then, he slowly pulled back to look Shion in the eyes, supporting himself on his hands.

He smiled, and his eyes were a brilliant silver, like nothing Shion had ever seen. They seemed to shine.

"If that's what you want, Shion…" Nezumi leaned down and flicked his tongue against Shion's scar making him squeeze his eyes shut as he let out a breath. "You're just going to have to seduce me."

Shion's eyes snapped open, and Nezumi's mouth had began to do devilish things against his throat.

Shion swallowed. "I-I d-don't–,"

Nezumi chuckled, "Are you really trying to say you don't know how?"

Shion blushed deeply and Nezumi laughed again.

"I suppose I can show you then," he said, fingers tracing a path over the buttons of Shion shirt, taunting him. "But you're going to have to pay close attention."

Shion bit his lip in an attempt not to make as sound as Nezumi started kissing down his neck again, nipping and sucking in places that made Shion's blood race. When Nezumi reached his collar his hand moved up to the top buttons of Shion's shirt, but he didn't open them. Instead he leaned back.

His eyes narrowed.

"First lesson of seduction." Nezumi said as he leaned in and captured Shion's bitten mouth, pulling the lip from between Shion's teeth with his own and then running his tongue over it as if to sooth.

Nezumi leaned toward Shion's ear and said, "I want to hear you scream."

Shion shivered and Nezumi chuckled, pulling back so that he was kneeling on either side of Shion's hips, straddling him as he toyed with the collar of his shirt. "Second lesson, the right way to take off a shirt."

"Wait," Shion blushed and couldn't look Nezumi in the eye but forced himself to continue speaking. "I feel like… should I be doing more? I want you to feel good too, Nezumi."

Nezumi's eyebrows rose in surprise, and then he snorted and started to laugh.

"You want a hands on lesson then?" He teased, light dancing in his eyes. "I'm not sure you'll be able to keep up that quickly."

Shion blushed. "Can't I at least try?" he asked, cheeks turning bright red. It made Nezumi smile.

"All right, little–," Nezumi was cut off by Shion's fingers to his lips.

"I'm not a prince anymore," Shion reminded him again, his eye sharp and serious. "You can stop calling me that."

Nezumi smiled under his touch.

"Why does it bother you so much?" Nezumi asked as he took Shion's hand away from his lips, playing with the boy's fingers between his own.

Shion shook his head, "It just does."

Nezumi shrugged, "I guess I could find another way to tease you, if you really care so much."

Shion frowned, "Do you have to tease me at all?"

Nezumi grinned, and shoved Shion's shoulder until they were both horizontal and Nezumi slid his leg up to rub up against Shion's crotch.

Shion moaned, half in shock at the feeling and Nezumi chuckled.

"Yes, Shion. I have to tease you." he said, and his hand slid up under Shion's shirt.

Shion blushed and squirmed helpless for a moment under the torment of Nezumi's hand before he could gather his determination again.

I'm not going to be swept up, he chided himself taking a deep breath before reaching up to grab Nezumi's shoulders.

The darker boy paused, "Shion, what are you–,"

That's when Shion threw his weight into rolling them over.

When Shion landed on top of Nezumi, there was a brief moment where Nezumi looked blankly surprised before he blinking and searching Shion's eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

"That was a bold move," Nezumi noted his hair splaying around his head like streams of dark ink. "What are you going to do now?"

Shion tried not to lose his nerve as he leaned forward and started kissing Nezumi's neck the way Nezumi had done for him. His hands shook slightly as he reached for his own shirt and started undoing the buttons.

By the time Shion had kissed down to Nezumi collarbone, his shirt was hanging open around his chest and he leaned back to shrug it off his shoulders and drop it to the side of the bed.

Nezumi stared up at him with interest, and grinned.

"I'll give you a B." Nezumi teased, reaching to run a hand up Shion's smooth, pale stomach; still wrapped by his read snake. "You had the right idea, but you lose points on originality."

Shion frowned. "Fine! You want me to be more original?"

Shion shifted so that he was sitting across Nezumi's lap before he reached down and pulled Nezumi into a seated position with him. Then he guided Nezumi's arms around his own back as he leaned forward to kiss him, wrapping his arms around Nezumi's neck and sliding himself forward until his hips ground into Nezumi's.

Nezumi groaned against Shion's mouth.

"Better," the young actor panted when they broke for air. "but let me show you how it's done."

Nezumi reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head, shaking out his hair as he threw it somewhere in the room. Then he wrapped one arm around Shion's back and kissed a trail along Shion's scar, sliding his tongue across it where he could, and tracing it with his fingers everywhere else. Shion shivered at the feeling of it, the skin of his scar feeling almost like raw nerves as Nezumi touched him. Then Nezumi's mouth captured something else.

Shion cried out softly as Nezumi's tongue circled his nipple while his fingers tweaked the other, making Shion jerk. The violent movement causing their crotches to grid together.

Nezumi groaned. "God, Shion."

Shion was panting, his mind feeling foggy as he looked at Nezumi with hazy eyes. He slid his hand up the young actors neck and captured his lips again.

Nezumi leaned eagerly into the kiss.

"Shion," Nezumi breathed when they parted, "I'm sorry–, I wasn't expecting…" Nezumi swallowed as he met Shion's eyes. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to take this as easy as I was planning. Not if we keep going. And it's still your first time so I think maybe…" Nezumi sighed. "If we're going to stop we should do it now."

Shion blinked his haze away in shock. "But Nezumi I'm fine!"

"You can't say that," Nezumi disagreed, "It's going to hurt Shion. You haven't experience that. You don't know."

Shion grabbed Nezumi by the chin and made the boy look at him.

"I love you." Shion said, simply and without hesitation, making Nezumi's eyes widen. "I want this, and I need you. I have no idea what's going to happen for the rest of my life, but I want to be with you. So unless you honestly don't want this, please, please make love to me. Because no there's no one else who I could ever love like this. There's no one else for me but you."

Nezumi sucked in a breath.

There was still a part of him that heard those word and felt them like a lead weight in the pit of his stomach– still a part of him that wanted to run.

But the rest of him…

"Fuck, Shion." Nezumi groaned, pulling Shion down so he could lean their foreheads together, his fingers playing with the fine hairs at the nape of Shion's neck. "I hope you know what you're doing. Because I just can't fight you anymore."

And that's when Nezumi shoved Shion down on the bed, and started kissing him– with tongue and teeth and hopeless abandon– like the sun wasn't going to rise.

Shion moaned, and Nezumi swallowed it with starving kisses he'd been suppressing for way too long, his hand roaming greedily over smooth white skin, tracing the shape of Shion's waist, and legs, and rubbing patterns into the bones of Shion's hips until the boy was bucking into him and had to be held down before Nezumi really lost it.

When he'd thoroughly devoured Shion's mouth, his hungry lips lowered to the rest of Shion's body. Sucking against the soft, warm skin until dark bruises formed beneath his mouth. Shion moaned.

"You had better hope there's never going to be anyone else, Shion." Nezumi breathed in the pale boy's ear. "Because you're going to be mine. And I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me."

Shion shivered, and on his cheek where Nezumi wouldn't see, a single tear slid down his face.

Those words… Nezumi had never said something like that to him before, never promised that he wouldn't leave. Shion wasn't sure he'd ever felt happier than this, as his hands flattened over Nezumi's back and pulled the boy closer to him.

"I'm yours, Nezumi." He whispered in the dark boy's ear. "I always was."

Nezumi shivered, and then kissed Shion hard enough to bruise.

Nezumi felt it, he thought Shion might have felt it too. The wall that Nezumi had built between them fracturing and falling to pieces.

The dark haired actor didn't like to admit it, but it had always been cracked from the start– and Shion had been taking blows to it with every innocent act of devotion he'd shown Nezumi since the day they met.

And now… with that kind, innocent boy looking at him, saying all these things…There was nothing Nezumi could have done to keep the wall standing.

Shion kissed Nezumi back fiercely, letting all the doubt and nerves of the past few weeks melt away between their lips. Then he reached down and started undoing his pants.

Nezumi froze and moved back to look at him.

"In a hurry?" he asked, grinning at him as he stroked his thumb against Shion's scar.

Shion looked up at him persistently. "I don't want you to change your mind."

Nezumi laughed.

"That's not going to happen, Shion." the dark haired promised, leaning down to favor kisses on Shion's jaw. "Do you have any idea how badly I want this?"

Shion shook his head. "But I–,"

Nezumi shushed him, taking Shion's hand and placing it against the hard bulge in his own pants, making Shion's eyes widen in shock.

"I want this," Nezumi promised, grinning at Shion's bright cheeks. "You don't have to worry about if it's going to happen."

"But I need you," Shion pleaded. "Please."

Nezumi smiled warmly.

"All right," He agreed, "But we're still taking this slow, and we're doing it my way, got it? You aren't ready to go too fast."

Shion nodded quickly.

Nezumi reached for the waist of Shion's pants and smiled. "Good."

It didn't take long before the two of them were stripped bare, the cold air around them forcing them to tangle tightly together against the frost.

Nezumi seemed set in what he was doing, though, as he slowly spread Shion's legs apart.

"You were right," He noted, eyeing Shion's excited length. "You do look needy."

Shion turned crimson down to his toes.

Nezumi chuckled, "Shion, I'm going to need you to do something for me."

Shion blinked, "What is it?"

Nezumi reached up three fingers and tapped them against Shion's chin.

His eyes gleamed. "Suck."

Shion felt a little embarrassed and overly watched as he opened his mouth and accepted Nezumi's fingers. But when he saw the way Nezumi's eyelids lowered as he began to suck on them, he became instantly determined this was an opportunity to impress him.

Shion tried to do his best with the things he had picked up from Nezumi as he slid his tongue lithely around the fingers– sucking on them harder when he noticed Nezumi's eyes start to darken.

He thought he must have done something right, because when Nezumi finally said. "that's enough," his voice came out rougher than it had been before.

"This isn't going to feel good at first." Nezumi warned a moment before he even touched the boy he had laid out beneath him. He spread Shion's legs apart as he moved in between them, making Shion squeeze his eyes shut. "If it starts to really hurt, tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

Shion nodded.

"Good," Nezumi let out a breath. "Now, Shion, just relax."

Shion tried to take a few deep breaths, and Nezumi used his free hand to trace soothing patterns against Shion's inner thigh as he slowly inserted a finger inside.

Shion tensed. It felt strange and intrusive, but not really like pain. Just certainly not enjoyable.

Nezumi leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Relax Shion. It'll make it worse if you don't. Please, just concentrate on something else."

Shion shook his head. "I can't think of anything."

Nezumi chuckled, "Then concentrate on this," Nezumi suggested, and his head dipped between Shion's legs.

Shion cried out as he felt Nezumi's hot, wet tongue sliding up his length, slowly from base to tip, making Shion's stomach seem to tremble.

He wanted to buck his hips but Nezumi held him down firmly with his free hand as his finger worked itself in and out– his tongue busy circling Shion's tip.

"Nezumi," Shion groaned, screwing his eyes shut and panting. He could feel Nezumi laugh against him and it only made it feel better.

That's when Nezumi wrapped his mouth around him, and inserted a second finger.

Shion shouted.

He felt like he was going to explode from the mixture of feelings that were crawling up and down his spine. His body shook from the effort of not moving when every part of him was screaming at him to do SOMETHING, he just didn't know what.

Nezumi's mouth made his stomach clench hard inside of him as he gave a hard suck around his length.

"Nezumi!" Shion was almost beyond noticing anything but Nezumi by the time the dark boy started stretching him– adding a third finger. The things the actor could do with his mouth far out-weighing the pain.

However, after a while Shion started noticing that what Nezumi was doing inside of him didn't hurt anymore. In fact, it was also contributing to the whatever hot coiling thing had built up in his stomach.

The odd thing was that– as distracted as Shion was– he thought that Nezumi seemed to be moving his fingers distinctly inside of him, like he was looking for something. And had Shion not been being driven near out of his mind by the feeling of the actor's tongue sliding along the underside of his length, he might have been more curious.

When Nezumi did find what he was looking for, though, Shion completely unraveled.

"Nezumi!" Shion shouted, not prepared for what was going to happen as the coil burst inside of him and white shined behind his eyes. Nezumi must have somehow anticipated it though, because he didn't seem at all surprised as Shion released inside his mouth and he swallowed it down carefully, to avoid it causing him to choke.

"You're very sensitive," Nezumi commented a moment later as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Have you ever even touched yourself before?"

Shion flushed dark red and couldn't look him in the eye.

Nezumi laughed. "I didn't think so."

"I'm sorry–," Shion started to say and Nezumi hushed him before he could finish.

"Don't be. I'll take it as a compliment to my skills," Nezumi said, giving Shion a wink. "But it might mean you won't have enough stamina for the rest."

"No!" Shion protested. Propping himself up on his hands. "I'll be fine, I still want to."

Nezumi grinned, "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but there is a bit of science behind it, kid."

"I know that." Shion protested, "but I'll be fine in a few minutes, just." Shion pressed his lips together for a moment in thought. "Teach me how to do what you did. I can do the same thing for you."

Nezumi's eyes darkened at the thought of innocent Shion in such a compromising position, but he quickly shook his head.

"Shion you don't have to–,"

Before Nezumi could even finished Shion was pushing him down on the bed.

"I want to," Shion insisted, his cheeks turning red, but the rest of him was steady as he leaned down, spreading Nezumi's legs in front of him.

Nezumi swallowed. Who the hell is this kid?

It was sloppy, and it was untrained, but Nezumi had to admit. He was pressing his lips together to keep from moaning as he felt Shion's tongue tracing up the side of his erection.

"Fuck, Shion." Nezumi groaned. "What do you think you're doing?"

Shion didn't answer. His mouth was too busy wrapping around Nezumi the way he had seen him do, lowering his mouth over the other boy's length.

He wasn't skilled enough to go as low as Nezumi did, but he still created a slick, hot pressure around the top of it. Nezumi arched.

Maybe it was just because it was Shion, and there was something extremely seductive about the way he seemed to put his full determination into everything–even when it was vastly out of his depth– but Nezumi had to admit how unraveled he was becoming as the kid stumbled his way through giving him a blow job. He had to fist his hands in the sheets to keep from bucking and making the poor kid choke.

After a while though, Nezumi finally groaned, "That's enough, Shion. I need you. Now. You can stop."

Shion pulled back and his bright red eyes made contact with Nezumi's in the dark. Nezumi took the opportunity to lean forward and reclaim the top position as he bore Shion back on the bed and spread his legs before him again.

To Nezumi's surprise, Shion did seemed to have perked up already.

Nezumi slid his fingers back in Shion for just a moment, quickly prepping him again before leaning over and looking him in the eye. "Are you ready Shion?"

Shion swallowed and took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

Nezumi nodded.

"Tell me if it starts to hurt too badly." Nezumi warned, and Shion nodded his head.

Nezumi's hands slid down Shion's body to hold him by the hips as he lined himself up in front of Shion's entrance. He tried not to let his desperate anticipation show as he looked Shion in the eyes.

Nezumi pressed his lips against the lighter boy's neck as he slowly pushed forward and entered him.

He could feel it as Shion tensed. His hands on Nezumi's shoulders digging in, almost until it hurt.

Shion made a soft sound of pain. "Nezumi…"

"I know, I'm sorry," the actor murmured in the other boy's ear. His thumbs rubbing circles on his hip bones to sooth him. He kissed Shion on the forehead. "Only a little further."

Shion writhed, trying hard to relax his muscles as Nezumi slowly continued forward until all of him was sheathed inside of Shion. Then he stopped and waited.

A few stray tears ran down Shion's face and Nezumi wiped them away, kissing him on the forehead and the jaw, brushing his fingers gently through Shion's hair and across his cheeks.

Slowly, Shion began to adjust.

"It's okay, Nezumi" Shion said gently. "I think I'm all right now."

Nezumi watched him carefully. "Are you sure?"

Shion nodded, running his fingers through Nezumi's hair. "I think I'd feel even better if you kissed me though."

Nezumi's eyes widened slightly, and his cheeks colored as he looked away from Shion's eyes.

But a moment later, he pulled Shion to him for a kiss.

Nezumi continued kissing him as he hips began to move, pulling partly out and moving back in, going carefully at first and than faster as Shion made soft noises of pleasure against his mouth.

Before long their pace had quickened, and Nezumi was barely clinging to his sanity as he plunged in and out of Shion, his tongue sweeping through the boy's mouth and his fingers going to the boy's chest to toy with his nipples.

Shion moaned.

"Nezumi!" He cried, arching up so the bare skin of their torsos slid together. Nezumi had begun kissing passionately down Shion's neck. Leaving love bites and dark marks all over his pure white skin.

"Feels so good…" Shion found himself groaning, knowing he probably sounded ridiculous but not really caring. He had never felt like this. Not just the physical pleasure, but the feeling of having Nezumi inside him, and wrapped around him, like they were completely melting into each other.

He felt so close it him. And the realization almost made him want to cry.

Being loved by him… this is all I've ever wanted.

Their pace had picked up, and Shion could hear Nezumi breathing hard, making noises that sent hot shivers down Shion's spine and made his stomach clench tighter.

When he felt Nezumi hit that spot inside of him again, he almost lost it completely.

"Nezumi!" Shion shouted, arching up and clinging to him.

Nezumi groaned too, his breath hot on Shion's neck as he picked up the pace.

"God, Shion." He groaned, moving fast and sliding his tongue against Shion's scar around his neck. "I'm so close…"

Shion didn't have to have Nezumi explain what he meant. He could feel it for himself. And as the actor began to move even faster and harder inside of him, Shion gripped tightly to the other boy's shoulders.

"I love you, Nezumi." Shion cried and then the two of them fell over the edge.

When Shion found himself again, after the pleasant haze had receded, he became at first aware that we was cold, and his body was sticky. But somehow he couldn't find the strength in his tingling limbs to care.

The next thing he became aware of was Nezumi's arms around him, and him lying at his side.

The panting boy opened his gleaming gunmetal eyes and deep, churning emotion, that the white haired boy felt he couldn't totally comprehend, swam around inside their depths.

Nezumi reached up and ran his fingers through Shion's hair.

"I really do love this hair," He murmured, stroking it gently with his hand. "It's like down feathers."

Shion blushed.

"Are you okay?" Nezumi asked a moment later, his eyes seeming to calm as they looked back into Shion's.

The white haired boy smiled. "I'm perfect, Nezumi."

Nezumi half smiled in return.

"We had better get some sleep," he murmured. "It has to be dawn by now, and there will be things to get done if we're going to live out here."

Shion nodded his head. "All right."

Nezumi shifted, reaching down to pull the pile of blankets up over them, grabbing all their discarded articles of clothing and their coats and piling those on top of them too, just for good measure. Then he laid back down and pulled Shion against him– laying the boy's head against his chest.

Shion wrapped his arms around Nezumi, nuzzling into his neck. "Goodnight, Nezumi."

Nezumi was silent for a moment, then he leaned down and gave Shion a long kiss on the top of his head.

"Goodnight, Shion."

Shion felt himself smiling.

He knew that Nezumi hadn't said much in the way of devotion to him that night, but somehow Shion could still sense it.

A shift in the air.

He was certain things had changed; that Nezumi had changed, and he was no longer afraid for the reasons Nezumi had for following him out here.

He knew now that Nezumi didn't express his feelings like everyone else. Even still, Shion had seen the changes. In his actions, and the words he used… in how much of himself he let show through the hard layer he kept around himself on the outside.

That's how you knew how Nezumi felt. And Shion knew.

Nezumi loved him. Just as Shion loved Nezumi.

And maybe now he didn't have to be afraid of losing him after all.