I hope that you liked the first part. Writing humorous sexual situations is quite draining. I think that I've spent a good three weeks of my life on this thing. BTW, I know that Ryo and Gui Zhang are super OOC, but good sex makes you goofy. No, really, it does.

Comments, both positive and negative, are appreciated; flames are not. If you've got time to flame, you've got time to write your own (hopefully better) story.

Enjoy!

Ever since he had given me that smoldering kiss in the shower, I had been sporting a raging erection that the towel refused to hide for me. Even getting into a rumble with the desk clerk couldn't help me. Rather than think about the potential embarrassment of being recognized for a horny bastard, my mind would only dwell on one point.

The sooner you get that fool out of the room, the sooner you can find out exactly how much else Gui Zhang can do besides kiss.

But now, there was little sound beyond Ren's footsteps retreating, and our own harsh breathing. Water trickled down my temple; was I sweating? Already? He hadn't even touched me. Damn, I was hooked. Whipped, even.

His eyes moved over me, turning smoky brown, as opposed to the usual clear hazel. His face looked the same as it always had. Why was it only now that I could see the fire blazing in those eyes, read the passion bubbling just beneath the mask of ice? Maybe it had been there all along.

He was against me now, lips pressed against my own, hands gently kneading my buttocks. I broke our kiss to moan aloud and cling to him. How could this be? Why did it feel so…right?

His penis grazed my thigh. I think that my own was trying to stab him through the navel, but to be quite honest, I had absolutely no idea. I wasn't even sure what my full name was anymore. I heard myself cry out in a pitch that my voice hadn't used since before puberty, as an electric shock made me tremble. His hand had closed on my aching cock, stroking me with an expert's touch. I tried to close my eyes, only to realize that they were already closed. I hadn't even realized how tightly I had clamped them shut. The scent of his freshly washed hair was wildly intoxicating, as were his deep, animalistic grunts. So under all that styling mousse and those lovely suits, he was really just a savage beast.

He lay me down on the cot, hovering over me. I timidly touched his powerful stomach muscles, watching his face exhibit some strain. They were so different from mine. I had a set of compacted ridges that several of my peers envied deeply. But his were practically concave, the lean muscles of a martial arts master, not the bulky slabs of a bodybuilder. I let my hand slide further down, caressing his hips.

"Hazuki…"

Suddenly feeling bold, I grasped his swollen manhood, running my fingers all over it. They smeared seminal fluid over his hot skin. He snarled brutally at my touch, thrusting himself in and out of my fist ferociously. Oh god…if he was inside me, moving like that…

"Damn it, Hazuki," he said breathlessly. "I want you now."

I withdrew my hand from his body, unsure. From the feel of things, he could hurt me pretty badly.

His eyes opened when I pulled away, and he looked down at me as he tried to catch his breath. "You don't want me, Ryo?" His voice sounded vaguely hurt.

Ryo…I couldn't describe the thrill that played on my nerves when he called me by my first name. I swallowed through a nearly dry throat before answering, eager to assure him of my mutual desire. "I want you so bad that I can't think straight. But I…I'm a virgin. I can't take it…you…hard like that."

He turned me over on my stomach and began massaging my buttocks again. "I know that you can't handle me being rough. Believe me, I'm just glad to have you in my arms. I'll go as slow as you need me to." He kissed my shoulders softly and I trembled, deeply moved by his tenderness. "I swear I'll make you absolutely love this. By the time I'm done getting you ready, you'll be begging for it."

I trusted him. In truth, I'd be glad to get it rough. I was just afraid that I wouldn't be able to walk in the morning. I tangled my fingers in the sheet as he began to prod the entrance of my anus with a finger covered in hotel lotion. It was cold, and intrusive. Instinctively my muscles clamped down, and he murmured disapprovingly. "Ryo, you have to relax, or it'll hurt."

I tried, fighting my body to relax muscles that weren't used to insertion. The finger slid in and out slowly, and gradually I adjusted. Just when I gasped with pleasure, he removed it altogether.

"Gui Zhang…"

"Take it easy," he ordered, right before pushing two fingers in.

My body burned. I cried out, bit my lip accidentally and doubted myself. This was against all acceptable logic. How could this feel so insanely good? It should hurt like hell. But he was right; I was on the verge of begging for him. My body couldn't take much more titillation.

He did this so calmly, as if it was totally natural to be giving an acquaintance a proctological exam in a seedy motel room. Oh, no, there was nothing weird about him being this familiar with the male anus. Damn it…

I didn't even recognize my voice as he entered me slowly. I had said something ridiculous, I'm sure. But amazing sex is always an excellent excuse for foolish behavior, and who was I to break tradition? I nearly sobbed as he withdrew at the same maddeningly slow pace. Oh god…it was the sweetest torture that I had ever endured.

The left arm held my hips steady; the right arm was making the close acquaintance of my neck through the courtesy of a headlock. I was pinned quite securely beneath him, barely able to breathe, as he positioned himself on top of me. Please don't let anyone come in now. Please don't let anyone knock.

There was raw urgency in his voice as he groaned in my ear. "Tell me how it feels, Ryo."

"So good…" I mumbled. Somehow, I had found enough leverage with my toes to steel myself against the intensity of his love, and my body had finally gotten the message that resistance was futile. All I could feel now was that incredibly hard, hot slab of muscle moving in and out of me smoothly. I buried my face in the sheet, which was rapidly becoming a sweat rag.

He released my neck, thankfully, and clamped on my shoulders with an iron grip. I could feel him intertwining our calves, and I knew on some level that I was about to be pounded up the ass within an inch of my life. And I wanted it.

If only Akio Enoki could see me now.

He was moving faster, moans becoming deeper, guttural. He sounded so feral, so primitive, that it fueled my need. I for my part had learned a cautious rhythm, and as he thrust into me, I had begun to push myself back into him. He obviously felt the difference, as his voice changed. I could have sworn that he just said something very vulgar in Mandarin Chinese.

Something wet on my neck made me look up and crane back, startled. Gui Zhang was above me, skin slick and glowing with sweat. To know that I was causing him such a sweet agony was nearly too much to take. I could feel my orgasm rising, and I begged him for release. I'd do anything, anything, if he'd make me come…

In answer, he nearly withdrew himself completely before slamming his rigid cock into me.

Stars exploded behind my eyes as I screamed. I hadn't meant to, honest. But what else could I do? It was too sharp for pleasure, but hardly cruel enough for pain. All I knew was that I wanted more of it, and I expressed that to him, nearly incoherently.

He did it again, and again, each time groaning my name. I've never thought of being ripped apart as being a particularly fun way to go. But then again, Gui Zhang Chen had never figured into the equation before.

"Ryo!" he shouted. He ground himself into my body, forcing us to couple rather aggressively. Damn him, he was releasing…uggh!

Before I could open my mouth, he was smothering me, having collapsed on my back. But alas, he was too slippery, and promptly fell right back off in an undignified heap. So instead of the tender obscenities that I had intended to whisper softly, I ended up braying loudly and completely ruining the mood.

I got up from my uncomfortable position on the floor to stand at my full height and glare down at Ryo Hazuki. Stupid kid! What the hell was he laughing for? Didn't he know that laughter destroys erections? "Quit laughing, fool."

He rolled over onto his back, wiping his eyes. Sure enough, it was wilting away. I scowled, annoyed. He looked entirely too cool to have just finished having sex. I was sweating like a stuck pig, and he was laughing.

"I'm sorry…" he stammered out through girlish giggling. Despite myself, one side of my mouth twitched as I sat down beside him. Eventually he became a little calmer, or maybe he just ran out of breath.

"You dumb guy," I muttered, stroking his flat stomach lovingly. The muscles spasmed from my touch, and he hissed. "Ooh, no, that tickles."

"Does it?" I cooed sweetly as I continued. He resisted vainly as I grabbed both wrists and held them far enough away to make his hands utterly ineffectual. He wriggled mightily against me. "No, Gui-chan…" It sounded more like encouragement than dissuasion.

I released his hands as his penis sprang back from its piteous dormant state, flushed with blood and ready for more tormenting fondles. "Is this better, then? How about this?" I lavished kisses all over his lower abdominal region and he cried out, his hands descending on my head by some ridiculous instinct and attempting to push me further down. I looked up at his pink face. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"Not really," he said in a breathless tone. "You're just a damned tease."

I smiled to myself as I continued my journey to all points south. Me, a tease? Maybe. If only Ryo knew just how much of a tease he was. And not just any old tease…he was the completely oblivious type, by far the most deadly kind.

A deep sob echoed in my ears as I closed my lips around my lover's arousal. His hands tightened their grip on my head, reminding me of yet another thing that I had to teach him not to do. No need for me to look exactly like my father just yet.

Oh, god…

This had to be, just had to be, the most amazing thing I've ever felt in nineteen years on this ball of dirt.

I looked down between my legs just to be sure that my eyes had some proof of what my mind was telling me. Yes, it seemed to be true. I was getting incredible oral sex. From a guy. Oh, damn it…

Poor Miki.

We had met in Sakuragaoka Park once, way too late in the evening. It was dark, and she was alone, upset over some guy. I had hugged her awkwardly, offering faltering condolences. But all that seemed to matter to her was my arm around her shoulders, and she had slipped her hand into my pants, caressing me until my body ached. She had offered herself to me on the spot, and I had been ready to take her, until we heard footsteps and separated. Ten seconds later, Nozomi entered the park and began to swing. She had approached me again later, but by then I wasn't interested anymore. Had I ever really been interested at all?

Poor Joy.

While riding on her motorcycle one day, she had felt me growing aroused. It wasn't because of her; loudmouths were hardly my type. If anything, it was the constant vibration of the bike. Nonetheless, she pulled off into an alley, turning around to face me with a look on her face that was about as subtle as fishnet stockings and a leather miniskirt. Her smile reminded me of a wolf baring its fangs at a fawn. She had actually begun to suck me, but my brain hadn't quite gotten the message to enjoy it before we were interrupted by drunks coming to relieve themselves. I hopped off the bike and walked the rest of the way to where I had been headed. I tried to avoid her for the rest of the week.

Poor Izumi.

After a difficult fight that I had barely won, she invited me into her apartment. I soon found myself on the receiving end of a deep french kiss and another soft hand in my pants. My fingers were beginning to explore the strength of the elastic in her panties when the phone rang. A promise that the conversation would be brief was quickly broken, as she began to argue quite vigorously with the person on the other end. I took the opportunity to duck out.

The fact of the matter was that compared to him, none of them was any good. No experience with any high school girl could match this; they weren't even worthy to be spoken in the same breath as his name. My Gui Zhang. My Gui-chan…I moaned for him through a dry throat and felt him respond by moving ever deeper. Was he actually taking me all the way in his mouth? My brain was too frazzled to comprehend such freakish behavior. All I knew was that he was good, and I wanted more.

He disappointed me for the second time that night by standing up, and leaving my erect penis to fend for itself without the comfort of his mouth. It immediately stood more upright, protesting this unfair treatment. I tried to sit up, but quickly conceded defeat. "Why did you stop?"

"Shut up," he ordered, grabbing the bottle of hotel lotion again and squirting a small dollop onto my middle finger. "Lube me."

I didn't understand. Did he really expect me to put my fingers in his ass? He was crazy. He was a selfish, arrogant bastard and –

Oh god, that's tight.

He was supporting himself above me in a modified bridge, forcibly lubricating his anus with my negligible help. Damn him…even this limited amount of contact made me long to take him, and quickly.

"Hazuki," he moaned, "use two fingers."

I obeyed, watching him force his body down onto my hand. Incredible. The man's perversion knew no bounds.

He was sobbing deeply now as he literally forced me to sodomize him. His wrenching moans were driving me to madness…I was going to have him. Now.

I'm not quite sure, even to this day, how it happened. I think that I closed my eyes again and missed most of it. But I opened my eyes to find Gui Zhang curled in half beneath me, his feet in the general area of his head. I was thrusting in and out of him, and his face…oh, his face. Covered with sweat, twisted with the pressure of holding back, eyes turning as jet black as his hair. It was my treasure.

It was close to midnight, but suddenly the room seemed completely full of light as both my lover and I came.

"Damn people…"

Ren Dan grumbled to himself as the floor above his room creaked. "What do they think this place is, a brothel? I swear, I'm never helping Joy out again. It's not just them…it's everyone she sends here…" He tapped the intercom button impatiently. The machine buzzed, and he yelled, "Hey, you two, knock it off! It's too late at night for this crap!"

A long, sobbing moan was the only answer he got in return, and he shuddered before clicking the intercom back off. "I gotta buy some earplugs tomorrow…"