The third chapter of your fic, Meiko !!! I really take my time, this time... Sorry !!! So many people ask for this chapter... I can't believe it !!! But... But... It's always better when we wait for what we wanted, isn't it? *puppy eyes* No ? *smiles weakly under the glares of the others...*
The disclaimers: I don't own Slam Dunk's characters, who are Inoue's propriety. But as he wanted me to write this fic, Sendoh learns me how to steal them for the fics !!! (in fact, I think it's 'cause he really REALLY wanted to end in Hana's bed... -____- )
Thieves of Nights
Chapter III
I'm going.
I'm going to meet him, to touch him, to caress him. I'm going to love him. While making love with him.
I love him. More than anything. More than my own life... I love him. But I never said him...
I want him to know who I am. I want him to pronounce my name with this particularly voice he has while making love. Deep and sooth... I want him to love me as much I love him. As much I love Kaede, too...
Can a human really love too persons ? 'Cause I... From the bottom of my heart, I swear... I love both of them.
I want him to know who I am. But I'm afraid of his reaction if he knew it. I mean... And if he hated me ? That's why Kaede didn't want us to... Respond to his questions. He's afraid, too. Hana-kun is used to say he hates him. He's used to act like if he hated him. And what if it was the true ? If it was what he really feels for both of us ? For his "tormentors" ?
I think I understand what Kaede feel. To be hated by the one we love... I couldn't accept it. That's why I said nothing.
Of course, I try my best to show him my feelings. To make him understand what I feel for him. That I love him. More than my own life, even if it seems a little 'cliché'.
He's sensitive. He seems to be a rough guy but in fact he's really sensitive. He really like to be hug, to be kiss. Not only while making love, I mean. He needs it. He's one for it. He needs to be cuddle. That's okay with me. That's all I want...
How could I describe him ? My innocent sensitive -and volontarily blinded...- lover...
Fire.
Fire, just one word: fire. That's the term which suits him the best. All in him his fire. His hair, a flaming mess I like to caress, so soft... Like silk. Like his skin... So soft, but yet so male...
His perfume... His flavor... Spicy and so particularly... HIM !!! That's one of the reason I like so much to kiss his skin. To lick it like if it was candy. To take him, breathing deeply in the freshness of his hair, his odor mixed with the one of his shampoo...
His hair... Now, they're long again. I remember, I couldn't help but swear vehemently when I first saw him, just after his team lose to Kainan. When I saw he cut them. Hopefully, unless Koshino, the others didn't realized it, they didn't seem to notice a so 'un-me' behaviour. Unless Koshino... He just look at me with a thoughtful look in his eyes. I think he realized what I really feel for Hana-kun. That I dun only look at him like an potential interesting adversary. We never spoke about it. But he know it. He know my real feelings.
But... What would he say if he knew... What I do every nights ?
Fire. My Fire Angel. My Fireboy that I blind and kiss and love every nights... Or force to make love with me ? I dunno. There's a difference, isn't it ? He's not... He desn't fight against us, no more. He doesn't even try to. And... It even seems me that he... Welcomes us. That he's happy to see... I mean, to feel us. Or is that that he know that it wouldn't help to fight ? That it's better to just enjoy whatever we do to him ? That he has no choice ? I hope no. God, I hope no. But who know ?
I love him so much... Who know if I didn't just imagine... I dunno, just imagine the way he seems please to 'meet' us every night... I love him, so what if I jut imagine it to continue to love him in peace ? to continue to... Rape him ? 'Cause if hates me, if he hates us, it's a rape. And I couldn't bear it, I couldn't !!!
My Fireboy... I love you so much... I need to touch him, I need to kiss him, to caress him, I need HIM ! His long, long, endless legs... Did I say how good it was to have them wrapped around me as I plunged inside him again and again and again ? And his butt, his lovely little ass, so tight, so... Perfect !! I like so much to heard his moans while I fondle it, his cries as I separate the two globes of flesh, letting my fingers sink inside him... His skin is so soft here, like silk, and his intimacy... His little hole, his so-tempting opening... His inside... Like velvet. A so different feeling, but yet so... Pleasurable ! A warm, deep cavern, so deep, so sweet as I bury my rope in it...
Just... Perfect.
His broad shoulders... I often bit him on the collarbone, on the junction between his neck and his shoulder, the flesh is so tender here... I bit him when I come, his velvety walls tightening around my shaft, when I empty my self inside of him... I bit him only in the throws of passion, a short moment of violence and brutality, when I suddenly stop to be gentle, when I don't want to be gentle, not anymore, when I let the need to make him mine -totally, utterly mine- submerge me, when I stop to be the smiling civilized guy I'm always just to be this... This new person, much more savage, rough, like an animal, when I submit to the burning need to take him carnally, violently, to the need to possess him totally...
I love him, I love to touch him... I love to see him shiver as I let my fingers trail on his sides. I love o caress his chest, strong and muscular, to let my tongue slid on it, I love to hear his moans when I take his nipples in my mouth, sucking it, teasing him, His moans as I caress him, letting my palms slid on his muscled stomach, the way his muscles twitched when I just brush my hands against his skin...
And lower, the soft locks of hair, red like fire... I remember, I was so surprise to see that even the hair of his pubis were red... Until I saw this photo on his bedhead. Him, being a child. He should be... 9, 10 year old when the photo has been taken. Him. With a woman. A beautiful woman... Both of them have the same color of hair, a bright, marvellous red than no other color match... And she reminds me of somebody. She reminds me of HIM. She was... The feminine image of HIM. A Gaijin ? Probably... At first I was surprise. And happy. Happy to see that it was his real color. That he never dyed his hair. That it was the true him. He IS fire. He is BORN fire.
She... His mother -I suppose it was his mother- was smiling. The exact bright smile he usually see on his lips. Even her eyes were smiling. Her eyes. Her blue eyes.
I smile again, thinking of it. She has blue eyes. Like Kaede and me. Like both of us. Our eyes has the same color than his mother's ones. The same color than... The ones of the person he loved most in the world. A color he must love...
It's reassuring.
I know, it's stupid to think like that as we never let him see our eyes. We never let him see our faces. But I feel like that. Reason doesn't help in this situation... I feel like that. Besides... He probably know that one of us, at least, has blue eyes. With the poem Kaede let him... I think he understand.
Blue eyes. Does he thought of his mother when he reads it ? I dunno... I dun think so. But, even unconsciously, he must have think of her. Even unconsciously, he must have connect it with his mother. He must have thought of her. A reassuring color, smiling eyes in a smiling face. And perhaps, perhaps, he thought about the guys he knew who appears to have blue eyes. Kaede. And me... Kaede and his cold blue eyes, the exact opposite of his mother's ones. And me. Always smiling.
He dun really know who are his 'mysterious lovers', who we are. Or at least, not consciously. That's what I repeat myself all the time. That's what I want. What I prefer. What I hope.
I know I'm a coward, but I dun want to lose him. I need him too much. I'm a coward. With hope in his heart. Just a little hope hidden deeply inside of me... In the shadow of my being...
He dun really know. Or he dun really KNEW... 'Cause I made this error. This stupid, fucking error...
We were playing. A friendly match. Ryonan vs Shohoku, final results: 45/45. Nobody won. No winner, no loser...
And I made this error.
Just at the end of the match. The match... I spend my time to look at him, he's so beautiful and his progress... Impressive ! Especially the dunk he made... But it's not a problem. He didn't realize it. No. I do no error during the match. But after. Just after. I touch him...
Oh, it was nothing important, nothing obvious. I just let my hand 'accidentally' brush against his ass. His so perfect little ass...
But he froze. He froze and looked at me with a thoughtful look, frowning lightly. Did he recognize my touch ? I dunno. I'm feared of it. He probably recognize it... I'm so use to touch him that way every night. Not to really caress him, or at least, not immediately. But to just let my hand brush against his ass, an ass I and Kaede are the only one to touch that way, an ass which belongs to us...
He's use to my touch. To this special touch, this special caress. What if he recognized it? If he identified me ? I dunno. I'm feared of it...
Somewhere, it reminds me of the first time we took him. Would he enjoyed it ? Would he recognize us ? Would he be disgusted by us ? Traumatized ? All this question again... I doubt.
I know he enjoyed it. Of course, he was afraid, the poor thing... A little child, I wanted so much to hug him, to say him that we wouldn't hurt him, that he had not to be afraid, that we loved him... I tried to be the most gentlest possible, just to ease him, to reassure him. Try to not act to quickly, even if I wanted him so bad, just to not frightened him. Or more exactly, to not frightened him more...
There was something untouched and innocent about him... So innocent... I loved the way he responded to the caress, his surprise when I kiss him, his surprise to our tenderness... He parted his lips himself, I had nothing to do, he just act so... innocently, unconsciously... Naturally. I'm sure he had close his eyes under the scarf... He moaned lightly, letting me explore the cavern of his mouth, not even realizing he was responded to me...
I smiled. And even Kaede smiled... HIM, the 'Prince of Ice' smiled...
I wanted so much to take him... But I'm not the first who did so. Not the one who take his virginity... But after all, is that so important ? 'Cause in fact, we share it. His first time...
So Kaede took him first. Then me... He was still panting evilly from his session with Kaede. He was so beautiful... Flushed and tensed, shivering lightly, Kaede's weight on him...
Kaede... I just kiss him on the neck, patting his shoulder and he nodded, withdrawing from Hana-kun's delightful inside and rolled on his side, letting me his place. First, Hana-kun didn't realize what we were doing, only feeling some changement in his surrounding but to lost in his bliss to care about it... Until I touch his shaft, caressing it expertly, slowly, his member awakening again...
I smirked, sliding my hand beneath his knees and spread his legs again, raising them on my shoulder without taking him yet, just teasing him, letting my sex brush against his entrance... He moaned desperately, his first experience with Kaede still fresh in his mind. He wanted me, he wanted me to fuck him, He knew the pleasure we could give him and wanted more, naturally, innocently, he wanted more, part of his mind registering his actions and causing him to blush, an other totally lost in my power...
But I couldn't wait, I wanted him, needed to be in him and I finally penetrate him in a single push, moaning in delight. He was so... Tight !!! So marvelously, deliciously tight... He cried, needed to get accustomed to my presence in him, so similar but yet so different from Kaede's one... I should have wait for him but I couldn't, to see him with Kaede has been to much for me and I withdraw slowly from his limp body just to push in again, with more strength and violence...
My mind felt heavier and heavier as I drove into him, pulling in and out from his body again and again and again, his cries of hurt and pleasure arousing me even more. It was so perfect !!! To heard him cry and moan and beg me for more as I buried my shaft into him, managing to hit his soft spot with every thrust, eliciting more and more of those sexy moans !!! I grabbed his legs, spreading them even more as I thrust into him deeper and deeper, faster and faster, one of my hand grasping his arousal to help him to reach his pace, I felt my mind spiraling and spiraling and fight to keep my eyes open, to see this delightful expression on his face when he suddenly threw his head back, screaming in ecstasy as he emptied himself on both of our belly and then Lost conscience of the world as I finally spilled my seed inside him...
Hana-kun... My Hana-kun...
It was so perfect, to feel him melt under my touch... It's always so perfect... 'Cause he enjoyed it, all we did to him, he was moaning, begging for more... No doubt about it, he enjoyed it... I love his voice, did I already say it ? I loved his voice, I love it, I've always love it. And I love to heard him moan in ecstasy, to heard him... Oh Gosh, I should stop to think of him, to think of IT, I'm hard again... Not that I didn't like it, but Hey ! Not in the middle the street, with all those people around me... I know, I'm know as 'the King of Hentai' but... Not that much ! And not that way... I'm a private person, you know...
And I love him, my lovely fireboy. I love him. How will he react this night ? I dunno. And I'm afraid of it. But I'm going.
I'm going.
End of Chapter III
OHOHOHOHOH !!! An other chapter is done !!! So, it was Sendoh's turn to explain us how he lived this special "relationship" with Hana-chan and Kaede... Hope it please you !!!
What do you think of this Sendoh ? His way to make love... ^__-
Why couldn't I finish this fic ? Well... It's really stupid. I began to write it directly on my computer. But I have not it with me all the time, especially the week when I'm at university and my computer at home... In an other city !!! So, every time I wanted to finish this fic, I couldn't 'cause I hadn't the beginning with me and didn't knew exactly how to continue it... *sigh* But I finally have the good idea to print the beginning of the fic so, now, I've been able to finish it !!! ^___^
Just one other chapter to write, the last one, and it's finish !!!
Zeynel_Sendoh !!! *shining eyes* You're SOOOOOOOOOO cool !!! You love so much Hana-kun !!!
Sendoh_ ^___^ *cheeks a little red*
Zeynel_ HOW CUTE !!! A BLUSHING SENDOH !!! *shining SHINING eyes, now people needs sunglasses to look at those eyes*
Sendoh_ ^___^ *his blush increases*
Zeynel_KYAAAAAHHHHHH !!!! *faints from pleasure, falling on the floor*
Sendoh_ *sweatdrops*
Hanamichi_Akira... *heart-shaped eyes*
Sendoh_Hana-chan... *takes Hanamichi in his arms*
Hanamichi_ *hugs Sendoh back, sighing in delight*
Zeynel_Uh... Guys ? You know, I love to see you cuddling, but...
Sendoh and Hanamichi_ *continue what they were doing without listening*
Zeynel_GET AWAY FROM ME, I'M NOT A CARPET, YOU'RE HEAVY !!! *shruggles like mad under the couple*
Rukawa_ ...
Zeynel_HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPP *tries to get free*
Rukawa_ *join the two other boys, hugging both his two lovers*
Zeynel_ARGH !!!
Well... *sweatdrops* Just let the guys kissing, cuddling and cie and the poor of him being involuntary tortured (three, I said THREE heavy guys using you as a carpet, how do you call it ? -I kill the one who say masochism !!! -), I just hope they wanna stop soon to let me write the last chapter... I... I... *faints again*
_ZEYNEL_