AN: And here is the real one! Probably better than the first! It's a
lemon.. way lemon.. so if you don't wanna read a lemon.. don't.
AN2: Lemon has been clipped for the sanctity of this website. It was because of this chapter that SB nearly was taken down.. Sooo it's just a lemon hint. ALSO. now that I"ve seen the end of Gravi. this chapter is very OC.
Right there in public, enough public that it made Eiri's stomach knot, even if there were only a few people around, Shindo Shuichi rose up on the balls of his feet, one hand to either side of his blond lover's face and kissed him. If Shuichi was Pink Fire, Eiri was Shuichi's cool moonlight and there were just times when Neon bright had to over take the moon.
Eiri held him, both hands on his around him, on the back of his shoulders, but it was Shuichi that drove the kiss, re-learning Eiri's mouth, intimate knowing of lips, and tongue, teeth, even the slightly crooked one to the back and the unfinished crown, knowing Eiri down to the last detail. He knew him in the almost shy non-resistance of Eiri's tongue, in the moments it took Eiri to accept the kiss, to re-remember the depth of knowledge that his Pink Fire kept of him.
The balance shifted though, for Neon might be bright, but the Moon dances with Gravity to pull the tides, and Eiri pressed Shuichi's body to him, aware of the size difference, the smaller body, the more muscular body, this precious body that held the soul who's light drove the moon. Eiri broke the kiss and drew moist lips to Shuichi's ear, leaving a trail of sensation tingling from lips to cheekbone to ear. "And so, Pink Fire, can I rent you? Right here, right now?"
"Chairs are too hard," Shuichi whispered, hair rising with goose bumps over the back of his neck as his breath danced over Eiri's cheek. "I want you too."
Too impatient to hold the scene, to pretend to be prostitute and client, Eiri let the effort go and just grabbed Shuichi too him, holding him feeling the breathing in his body, small involuntary movements, chest expanding heart beating, and always the wiggling that Shuichi never managed to calm for long. "I'm so glad you're not hurt."
"Why would I be hurt?" Shuichi said, as the bathroom door caught his attention. The area was almost abandoned anyway. Just an American and a few stewardesses. "Bathroom, I want to go to the bathroom. Right now."
"Now?" Eiri said, frowning, disbelieving.
"Yeah, right now," Shuichi took hold of Eiri's hand and started to draw him almost unwillingly towards the bathroom. "You have to help me! All these stage clothes! I just really need your help!"
Blinking, Eiri became aware of the stage clothes then, the choker and the tight black denim that stretched around Shuichi's hips like paint. Cut low, the pants revealed his belly button and almost a bit of hip as well. Silver zipper pulls teasingly spoke of zippers on either hip and even made the slightest tinkling sound as he moved. Almost unconsciously, the singer danced as he pulled Eiri towards the bathroom and those low slung pants moved against his bare belly flowering the space between them with take me vibrations.
His sleeveless coat of red vinyl danced with the light, turning the empty airport waiting room into a semi-private stage. Damp pink hair clung to his face like the white silk from his cropped top clung to the hot skin of his chest. Along one bare arm, a temporary tattoo of a volcano erupted red and blue flames up his arm, the smoke and fire curving over nicely developed muscles. Along the other it was the night sky, done with Japanese curling clouds. His hair still wet from being washed rough shod in the sink, clung down to the back of his neck, showing itself to be a little longer than it had been when they'd first gotten together.
The stage make up was mostly gone though; just a hint of eyeliner and bright lipstick remained. Below the temporary art work, gauzy armlets covered his wrists, and did a poor job of hiding the black leather cuffs with the stainless steel D rings to either side of his wrist. "You wore that on stage," he asked, not having seen this costume before and sure that half a million fans were now laying at home dreaming about his Shu-chan! "You look like sex incarnate."
Shuichi laughed, head tilting back, eyes never leaving Eiri. Walking backwards, still laughing happily, Shuichi tugged a little more. "Come on, I want you to rent me!"
Eiri had been about to think about his bag, about to be rational. Every moment for the last 48 hours he'd been nothing if not vigilant and almost paranoid, but Shuichi was here, laughing and as he watched that little finger slip under the front clasp of that little belly baring shirt, he forgot. Shuichi levered his little finger out from under the edge of the shirt, pulling the edge up as he lifted. The clasp almost came undone, but he slowly drew that wicked little finger, the one that matched the one Eiri usually started preparing him with up over the thin cloth covering his chest, then over his throat, chin, along the edge of his lip and into his mouth, with a wet and unquiet suckling.
The Yuki that used to be probably wouldn't have been in Narita in the first place. Eiri felt the emotions coming, rising in him with all the alpha protectiveness left in the human species. Both hands caught Shuichi's shoulders and for a moment, he was wolf, pure wolf, embracing his smaller lover, kissing him with the need of repossession and security and passion. That was in his wolf too, a wolf called by the moonlight of his own nature. Shuichi submitted happily, a happy puppy possessed by Eiri's full moon wolf.
Once in the bathroom, Shuichi found himself in the farthest stall from the door, pressed to the back tile wall, the wolf in Eiri's eyes eating him alive. One hand to either side of his face, palms to the tile, Eiri leaned closer, kissing, very gently, offering his emotional throat to his lover. Tenderness like this, after the wolf was their emotional dance for making it safe between them, not matter where they were. Shivering now, Shuichi leaned forward, letting the hard measure of his need touch against Eiri's accepting the offer of tenderness, intimacy, both emotional and physical. "I want you, Eiri, here, now."
The growl at the back of Eiri's throat was the last of the protective wolf. He was just Eiri again. He cupped Shuichi's chin and lifting his face. "Talk to me, Shuichi."
"Oh," Shuichi gasped. This was a rare thing. Usually Eiri wanted sex quiet, sex like a shadow, pleasure of all kinds, but quiet like they were sneaking. "Eiri, you're so sexy. I dreamed about you last night, about you holding me and telling me you loved me and finger fucking me while I was still sleeping."
"Did you get off," Eiri asked, kissing the side of his Shuichi's mouth, kissing back to his ear, then biting softly.
"Ahhhhhh." Coherent thought wasn't the brightest of Shuichi's skills just then. "Yeah, Eiri."
Kissing Shuichi's relaxing form, letting his little one nuzzle, Eiri was content, though he wished he'd had the nerve to ask for the rest of that fantasy, the bit that both terrified and seduced him. "We can play when we get to the coast?"
"We're going to the coast for sure!?" Shuichi tried to start bouncing and Eiri held him in place. "Yeah, of course, Eiri! Anything you wanna play!"
Now they just had to get away from the airport before anyone such as K or Tohma caught them. "Oh fuck! I forgot my bag."
"Eiri?" Shuichi asked, confused. "What was in it?"
The money and ID were in his wallet, so, "Just clothes, my travel computer, but all the data is on the remote storage, so if I lost it, it's not that bad. I'd rather have had the time with you."
Shuichi blinked gently turned around and working on fastening his pants again, not really caring about what needs cleaned. "Okay, Eiri. You're being nice, even for you, and nice a lot, so what the hell is going on? Not that I mind, mind you, but still."
AN2: Lemon has been clipped for the sanctity of this website. It was because of this chapter that SB nearly was taken down.. Sooo it's just a lemon hint. ALSO. now that I"ve seen the end of Gravi. this chapter is very OC.
Right there in public, enough public that it made Eiri's stomach knot, even if there were only a few people around, Shindo Shuichi rose up on the balls of his feet, one hand to either side of his blond lover's face and kissed him. If Shuichi was Pink Fire, Eiri was Shuichi's cool moonlight and there were just times when Neon bright had to over take the moon.
Eiri held him, both hands on his around him, on the back of his shoulders, but it was Shuichi that drove the kiss, re-learning Eiri's mouth, intimate knowing of lips, and tongue, teeth, even the slightly crooked one to the back and the unfinished crown, knowing Eiri down to the last detail. He knew him in the almost shy non-resistance of Eiri's tongue, in the moments it took Eiri to accept the kiss, to re-remember the depth of knowledge that his Pink Fire kept of him.
The balance shifted though, for Neon might be bright, but the Moon dances with Gravity to pull the tides, and Eiri pressed Shuichi's body to him, aware of the size difference, the smaller body, the more muscular body, this precious body that held the soul who's light drove the moon. Eiri broke the kiss and drew moist lips to Shuichi's ear, leaving a trail of sensation tingling from lips to cheekbone to ear. "And so, Pink Fire, can I rent you? Right here, right now?"
"Chairs are too hard," Shuichi whispered, hair rising with goose bumps over the back of his neck as his breath danced over Eiri's cheek. "I want you too."
Too impatient to hold the scene, to pretend to be prostitute and client, Eiri let the effort go and just grabbed Shuichi too him, holding him feeling the breathing in his body, small involuntary movements, chest expanding heart beating, and always the wiggling that Shuichi never managed to calm for long. "I'm so glad you're not hurt."
"Why would I be hurt?" Shuichi said, as the bathroom door caught his attention. The area was almost abandoned anyway. Just an American and a few stewardesses. "Bathroom, I want to go to the bathroom. Right now."
"Now?" Eiri said, frowning, disbelieving.
"Yeah, right now," Shuichi took hold of Eiri's hand and started to draw him almost unwillingly towards the bathroom. "You have to help me! All these stage clothes! I just really need your help!"
Blinking, Eiri became aware of the stage clothes then, the choker and the tight black denim that stretched around Shuichi's hips like paint. Cut low, the pants revealed his belly button and almost a bit of hip as well. Silver zipper pulls teasingly spoke of zippers on either hip and even made the slightest tinkling sound as he moved. Almost unconsciously, the singer danced as he pulled Eiri towards the bathroom and those low slung pants moved against his bare belly flowering the space between them with take me vibrations.
His sleeveless coat of red vinyl danced with the light, turning the empty airport waiting room into a semi-private stage. Damp pink hair clung to his face like the white silk from his cropped top clung to the hot skin of his chest. Along one bare arm, a temporary tattoo of a volcano erupted red and blue flames up his arm, the smoke and fire curving over nicely developed muscles. Along the other it was the night sky, done with Japanese curling clouds. His hair still wet from being washed rough shod in the sink, clung down to the back of his neck, showing itself to be a little longer than it had been when they'd first gotten together.
The stage make up was mostly gone though; just a hint of eyeliner and bright lipstick remained. Below the temporary art work, gauzy armlets covered his wrists, and did a poor job of hiding the black leather cuffs with the stainless steel D rings to either side of his wrist. "You wore that on stage," he asked, not having seen this costume before and sure that half a million fans were now laying at home dreaming about his Shu-chan! "You look like sex incarnate."
Shuichi laughed, head tilting back, eyes never leaving Eiri. Walking backwards, still laughing happily, Shuichi tugged a little more. "Come on, I want you to rent me!"
Eiri had been about to think about his bag, about to be rational. Every moment for the last 48 hours he'd been nothing if not vigilant and almost paranoid, but Shuichi was here, laughing and as he watched that little finger slip under the front clasp of that little belly baring shirt, he forgot. Shuichi levered his little finger out from under the edge of the shirt, pulling the edge up as he lifted. The clasp almost came undone, but he slowly drew that wicked little finger, the one that matched the one Eiri usually started preparing him with up over the thin cloth covering his chest, then over his throat, chin, along the edge of his lip and into his mouth, with a wet and unquiet suckling.
The Yuki that used to be probably wouldn't have been in Narita in the first place. Eiri felt the emotions coming, rising in him with all the alpha protectiveness left in the human species. Both hands caught Shuichi's shoulders and for a moment, he was wolf, pure wolf, embracing his smaller lover, kissing him with the need of repossession and security and passion. That was in his wolf too, a wolf called by the moonlight of his own nature. Shuichi submitted happily, a happy puppy possessed by Eiri's full moon wolf.
Once in the bathroom, Shuichi found himself in the farthest stall from the door, pressed to the back tile wall, the wolf in Eiri's eyes eating him alive. One hand to either side of his face, palms to the tile, Eiri leaned closer, kissing, very gently, offering his emotional throat to his lover. Tenderness like this, after the wolf was their emotional dance for making it safe between them, not matter where they were. Shivering now, Shuichi leaned forward, letting the hard measure of his need touch against Eiri's accepting the offer of tenderness, intimacy, both emotional and physical. "I want you, Eiri, here, now."
The growl at the back of Eiri's throat was the last of the protective wolf. He was just Eiri again. He cupped Shuichi's chin and lifting his face. "Talk to me, Shuichi."
"Oh," Shuichi gasped. This was a rare thing. Usually Eiri wanted sex quiet, sex like a shadow, pleasure of all kinds, but quiet like they were sneaking. "Eiri, you're so sexy. I dreamed about you last night, about you holding me and telling me you loved me and finger fucking me while I was still sleeping."
"Did you get off," Eiri asked, kissing the side of his Shuichi's mouth, kissing back to his ear, then biting softly.
"Ahhhhhh." Coherent thought wasn't the brightest of Shuichi's skills just then. "Yeah, Eiri."
Kissing Shuichi's relaxing form, letting his little one nuzzle, Eiri was content, though he wished he'd had the nerve to ask for the rest of that fantasy, the bit that both terrified and seduced him. "We can play when we get to the coast?"
"We're going to the coast for sure!?" Shuichi tried to start bouncing and Eiri held him in place. "Yeah, of course, Eiri! Anything you wanna play!"
Now they just had to get away from the airport before anyone such as K or Tohma caught them. "Oh fuck! I forgot my bag."
"Eiri?" Shuichi asked, confused. "What was in it?"
The money and ID were in his wallet, so, "Just clothes, my travel computer, but all the data is on the remote storage, so if I lost it, it's not that bad. I'd rather have had the time with you."
Shuichi blinked gently turned around and working on fastening his pants again, not really caring about what needs cleaned. "Okay, Eiri. You're being nice, even for you, and nice a lot, so what the hell is going on? Not that I mind, mind you, but still."