Drabble No. 37! Please review.
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'Adventure'
Hiroki
How lost are the men that search for Heaven in their lovers, when Hell offers so rich an abundance of lust.
Akihiko was obviously going through a cynical phase. Hiroki read the sentence with a confused sort of comprehension. It was true that the majority of men seemed ironically hellbent on reaching St Peter's Gates, finding utter perfection with their partners without realising what they actually wanted a coalition of Heaven and Hell combined: Earth, really.
It washed over Hiroki then how lucky he was. Behind him, Nowaki gave out a little snore and the crackle of material told him he had turned his head on the pillow.
Here's how it was: Nowaki was lying on their bed, conked out after a particuarly long shift and Hiroki was sat cross-legged between his parted legs. It was a position they assumed most nights. Hiroki loved it, really. He didn't need constant excitement; this right here was his adventure and he couldn't have found a more perfect partner in crime.
He reached the end of his oldest friend's latest manuscript and sighed; the boy had so much power over Akihiko. What was worse was that the boy, this 'Misaki', wasn't even partly aware of his impact on the man. He had met the kid about four times so far and each time had been surprised at how sweet he was. But the claws came out the second anyone offended Akihiko... it was very cute.
Hiroki had seen arousal perk Akihiko up many times in the past, but they were all one-night-stands. Even so, it wasn't like Akihiko wasn't the ultimate bachelor. If you needed one night of passion, one night of luxury, one night of whatever semblance of love you could cling to- Akihiko was your man. At least, he had been until nine years ago. His libido had been cock-whipped and clipped to a leash twirled around Takahashi (now Usami) Misaki's wrist for nearly a decade.
Now, though, Misaki had journeyed off on some excursion around the world, funded by Akihiko... and the man was not pleased.
Akihiko
The TV was blaring something raucous and mad, some comedy quiz show that Japan was raving about. The new Friday night hobby.
Sighing, Akihiko rolled on the sofa and turned his back to the plasma screen and began to chew the hangnail on his thumb. This was a habit he had started only two years ago. He couldn't even remember how it had started.
Aside from the sore light of the television, the apartment was sunk in darkness, aided by Akihiko's mournfully apathetic mood. He was chronically horny.
Suddenly, the intrusive sound of the door bell 'buuuurred' through the condo. Akihiko closed his eyes and wished the visitor away. But they persisted. Thinking it might have been Aikawa, Akihiko sighed and stood up, bare feet cold on the floor as his long, pale arms- now much more muscular since he had bought a motorbike three years ago- swung loosely at his sides. Ever since Aikawa had helped him get back together with Misaki, well, countless times and had helped to arrange their wedding, he had a moral duty to answer her every call. Well, moral duty... more like Misaki's voice in his head, barracking him every time he tried to ignore her.
His army-green t-shirt was stretched over his broad chest and his jeans, frayed at his ankles, fit very snugly.
He pressed the answer button on the door phone.
"I forgot something."
Akihiko jolted, his heart rammed painfully against his ribcage in one, shocking beat.
"Misaki?" Akihiko asked, hoarsely. There was an embarressed silence.
"Just let me in, would you? It's freezing out here." Akihiko closed his eyes; he still wasn't quite used to the new, lower note of his husband's voice. He pressed the button and swung the door open into the hallway, awaiting Misaki's arrival from the elevator.
Less than ten seconds later, the lift doors opened...
And there he was.
It had only been two weeks since he had last seen him and yet Misaki appeared to have grown... again. It worried Akihiko that the boy would become taller than he was but Misaki had assured him that if he ever did, he would sit down when Akihiko was stood up or go on his knees to comfort his ego.
Along with his grown figure, now lanky and defined by lithe muscle, his confidence had developed too. Still shy and bashful, the boy had managed to come to terms with his feelings. This weakened Akihiko even more.
He looked at Misaki's face.
His jagged brown hair was mussed up and there were sleepy circles beneath his eyes. His checked shirt was wrinkled and his khaki, three-quarter lengths were splattered with mud from go-carting that morning.
They stood staring at one another for a moment before Misaki said,
"It was boring, dammit. I kept turning round whenever we saw anything, expecting to see you there... waiting for your..." Misaki blushed and looked down. "Hand to hold."
Something jammed up Akihiko's throat and he found himself rigid, unable to move.
"So, I came home. I didn't even make it to the airport this morning. I've only seen Kyoto... the rest of the guys are probably in France already..."
"Misaki, I..." Don't know what to say...
"We should go round the world together. It was stupid to go alone, really. You're the..." Misaki shook his head and looked up at Akihiko, smiling. "Have you had any dinner?"
Akihiko tilted his head to the side and his eyes melted into happy, purple pools.
"No," he replied.
"Knew you wouldn't have done. I brought home some take-out. You haven't bloody shaved, either. Bloody recluse. Here, take it so I can carry my- hey!" Akihiko had managed to unroot himself and had swished Misaki off his feet. Misaki's arms looped around Akihiko's neck.
"Bags later... food later..." Akihiko hid his nose behind Misaki's ear and exhaled, the tingles practically emanating off Misaki's skin. "Sex now," he growled, low.
"Akihiko," Misaki whispered in a low moan. "I'm hungry, really..."
"You'll be starving by the time I'm done with you," Akihiko promised as he carried Misaki into the house. He didn't turn on any lights. The TV remained on, ignored. His mouth began to suck deeply and his tongue began to lick languidly all the sensitive, well-visited spots on Misaki's neck. "Now what was it you stopped yourself from saying?" Akihiko asked as he walked slowly up the stairs. "I'm the... what?"
"Nothing," Misaki laughed, nervously, fingers tugging affectionately at the ends of Akihiko's silver hair as they got to the landing. Akihiko gave him a look of half warning, half seduction. Misaki stared defiantly back, his nervous smile still present.
They got to their shared room and Akihiko placed Misaki on the bed gently, coming over him almost instantly. They could see one another only by the moonlight that filtered all around the apartment.
Misaki's knees parted and he sighed, happily, his hands moving to caress Akihiko's considerable, bare biceps. Akihiko let out a low laugh and slid down Misaki's body, pushing up Misaki's shirt with two fingers. He began to sensually lick and nip Misaki's stomach.
"I'm the what?" Akihiko pressed, smirking. Misaki's hips raised reactively as his neck arched back and his eyes squeezed shut. His hands pushed into Akihiko's hair, fingers scrunching. Akihiko's hands slipped under Misaki's hips and he nuzzled into Misaki's groin. Misaki trembled from head to toe as Akihiko aroused a sorely sensitive part of him.
"Gah..."
"Come on, now, Misaki. You know how this game works... I'll get it out of your eventually. You might as well just give in and tell me."
"But I love this game," Misaki admitted, unexpectedly as he rolled his head to the side, biting his lower lip. Shocked for a moment, Akihiko regained his cool and resorted to a rarely used Ace. He nuzzled into Misaki's hip, fingers deftly undoing Misaki's buttons as he smoothed his hands up his chest. His thumbs began to pay very close attention to Misaki's pert nipples.
"Please," Akihiko begged, softly.
"Foul play," Misaki whispered back. Akihiko began to lap at the crevice of Misaki's pelvis like an animal cleaning a wound. The tip of his tongue flicked up at just the right moment, sending the blood buzzing south. "Adventure, alright? I was going to say 'You're the adventure' but then I realised what a pathetic sap that would make me..."
"That sounds like something I would say," Akihiko said, resting the side of his face on Misaki's abdomen. Misaki began to stroke Akihiko's hair into a side-parting and Akihiko hummed contentedly, closing his eyes.
"Well congrats, your mission to turn me into a corny sucker has been accomplished," Misaki huffed. Akihiko put a hand under his chin and looked up at Misaki, still resting on his stomach.
"Sucking isn't such a bad thing." Misaki blushed at Akihiko's words and gave him a scornful look...
Before they both grinned.