; A million appologies for those of you who have been waiting on this fic. I, for some reason, was storing it in my 'complete' folder as I finished each chapter, and so after I got stuck with it and stopped writing, I ended up completely forgetting it wasn't done. ; Luckily, while moving my webpage, I caught sight of the 'incomplete'.
So, now that I'm on a writing roll, I was able to pick it up again and keep going. There wasn't actually too much left to be done with it, I just had to figure out how to get started. I EDITED THIS CHAPTER to help me build into the next one (since the fic is already rated R, and contains much worse, please note that there is lemon in this chapter. ; there already was before, but it's more tastefully done now), and wrote up the end.
I hope you like my story!
As a second note: there are quite a few fics on my new webpage which are NOT on Anything with unsuitable for 's regulations, which I do have quite a few of, including sequals and series fics. For those of you who enjoy my fics, which I'm assuming you do if you're reading this, XD, you can find more besides these on my webpage. Thanks.
Part 8: Revelation
He expected it to be strange, and it was. Mitsurugi's lips trembled against his own as they met in an awkward kiss. Although both of them were obviously lacking in experience, Mitsurugi's lips were warm, slightly moist against his own, and they tasted sweet. A gentle pressure against his own that, despite it's innocence, began to build a strange heat inside of him.
Otaru felt Mitsurugi's hands slipping up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. Without him realizing, Otaru's eyes shut and he leaned against the other a little more. He didn't know how long they remained like that, pressed against each other in such an intimate way, but he knew that time was starting to slip them from a friend-helping-someone-out kiss to an entirely-too-long-to-be-friendly one.
He should pull away, he really should.
Then Mitsurugi gave a soft moan and his lips parted, pulling Otaru's apart as well, drawing their mouths even closer together, and the thought seemed to flit out of his mind. He suddenly felt breathless, his mind whirling as their tongues brushed against each other. Otaru tried to remind himself firmly that he should pull away, that it was getting way too far out of hand. However, he didn't seem capable of it, a sigh working through him as he let the kiss deepen even more.
His tongue explored Mitsurugi's mouth of its own accord, rubbing other's when they met in a sensual caress. Otaru felt them slipping backward, although he couldn't tell for the life of him if it was Mitsurugi pulling them back or his own self pushing.
Why was he doing this? To make amends for the past? To make up for every bruise he had caused on the other's form? To show Mitsurugi that not all physical contact was painful? He had been fighting the other's attentions for such a long time. Yet, at this moment, he couldn't seem recall the reasons as to why. It seemed almost natural, almost right, to have that warm body against his own, to bury his fingers into Mitsurugi's thick hair, to arch a little into the hand that was brushing up and down his spine.
When he felt a tug at his pants, it was only then that Otaru finally snapped back to reality. His shirt had vanished, as had Mitsurugi's own clothing, and his pants were slipping their way off of his hips. He'd hardly noticed as their actions had moved on from kissing, reveling in the feel of Mitsurugi's hands and lips along his heated skin, in the pleasured sounds the other gave as he'd done the same.
"Mitsurugi," he said softly, breaking their kiss as he stared at the other in shock.
"Please, don't stop," Mitsurugi moaned, his eyes closed tightly with an expression of raw desire on his face. "Please, Otaru, don't stop. It would just kill me if you stopped. You're hands are so gentle on me. I'd never thought the feel of someone touch could be so good."
So good, but that didn't erase the fact that it was wrong. How could he of let himself be carried away by his own desire? The sensations that the other had created in him, it was something Otaru had never felt before. He'd never touched or been touched so intimately, hadn't thought it could really feel so good. But he couldn't take advantage of Mitsurugi's feelings. He didn't really want this....
Right?
Blue eyes parted slightly to look up at his own, and Otaru caught his breath as he saw, for the first time, the honest love within their depths. He'd never seen it, never allowed himself to see it, before. "I..." he started, but trailed off, uncertain what to say.
Mitsurugi gave him a soft smile and detached his arms from around Otaru's shoulders. "You want to stop, right? Don't feel bad, Otaru. You gave me more than I had hoped, and I shouldn't ask for more. It is enough," he said quietly, looking away.
Something inside of him seemed to shatter at Mitsurugi's quiet words, and Otaru knew he couldn't just leave it at this.
"No, it isn't," he said harshly, causing Mitsurugi's eyes to snap back to his own. Otaru wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Instead, he motioned down to their forms, still touching, still aroused and hot against each other. "For you to want me after how I've treated you, the way I've ignorantly turned you away, it makes you a fool. But I'm an even bigger one. I took everything at face value, never stopping to think that you're a real person with real emotions. I never stopped to think that you could really love me, and I hate myself for that. How else could you ever offer me such a gift as the trust you've placed in me right now, to let me touch you so intimately after all you've been through? How can I just turn around and pretend this didn't happen, when it has, and I know it will just hurt both of to try and deny that something is going on here, something that can be remarkable."
"I don't want to force you to do something you don't want," Mitsurugi replied, staring at him.
"Screw what I want," Otaru said, his voice quieting as he touched his finger tips to the bruise on Mitsurugi's face. "This isn't about what I want. This isn't about me at all. Tonight, it is about you and the trust you've placed in me. The trust to show you that touch doesn't mean pain. Showing you that I'm sorry for what I've done in the past. Showing you that, even if I don't act like it sometimes, you are an important person to me."
Tears suddenly shimmered in Mitsurugi's eyes. "Am I, Otaru? Am I really an important person to you?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.
Otaru was quiet for a moment, his own words circling in his mind. Then he leaned forward and gently took Mitsurugi's lips with his own once again. "You are an important person, Mitsurugi. To me, to the girls, to Yumeji. We've taken advantage of you in the past, taken advantage of our easy dislike and your willingness to be a punching bag. I hate the fact that I've done what I've done, and I want to make it up to you. I'd always thought you were a coward. However, you are brave where it matters most," he replied quietly.
A confused gaze met his own and Otaru leaned down, kissing Mitsurugi's chest above his heart. "Here. Here, you are brave where it matters the most," he continued. "No one should have to carry the burden that you have, and it takes a person of true character, of true bravery and love, to be as strong as you are."
He'd talked himself out of his own reservations, Otaru realized, letting his lips trail over Mitsurugi's chest. He'd stripped away all of the pretenses he'd created for himself, and in the end he couldn't deny the fact that he cared about the other. He didn't know exactly what it meant, exactly what had changed inside of him that allowed him to see his own feelings so clearly for once, but he cared enough to be able to throw his uncertainties to the side, and show Mitsurugi everything that he'd promised.
Because he really wanted to, Otaru realized with a sigh, letting his eyes trail over the body below his own. Golden hair and gem-blue eyes, a slender figure with pale skin that seemed to shiver in the dim light. Otaru had never questioned his own tastes, but he couldn't deny the need that came over him as his eyes skimmed over subtle dips and curves. Mitsurugi had a graceful figure and, when you looked passed the gaudy, extravagantly decorated clothing, one couldn't deny that he was truly beautiful.
Otaru finally allowed himself to stop thinking, finally allowed himself to give into the desires coursing through his mind and body. This was a moment for feeling, and he allowed himself to forget everything except the feel of Mitsurugi's body against his own. He let his hands wander over silken skin, feeling their way along Mitsurugi's chest and abdomen, across his hips and down his thigh, before bringing his hand up to trail the path again.
Mitsurugi's hands cut a similar path against his heated skin, shyly at first, but then growing more firm as the blonde grew more certain of the situation. Across his back, down his sides, over his hips, Mitsurugi's hands left trails of fire everywhere they went. Otaru moaned as Mitsurugi's lips found a sensitive spot on his neck, a shiver working down his spine as he felt the other's tongue slip along his skin.
He found a nipple and a flair of fire went through him when Mitsurugi cried out and arched against his mouth. It made him burn even hotter to know he was causing such pleasure, and Otaru teased the bud with gentle licks and nips, moving across Mitsurugi's chest with quick kisses so he could do the same to the other.
Their lips met again in a fierce kiss, their tongues slipping together as both of them breathed hard against the other's mouth. Otaru finally let his hand trail down to the only part of his lover that he hadn't touched, working slowly despite the building frenzy between them as he slipped his fingers around Mitsurugi's length.
The blonde cried out and arched into his hand, the fear that Otaru had half-expected completely absent in his heated expression. He firmed his grip, sliding his hand over the silken hardness with steady strokes. Mitsurugi's breath came in a solid moan as he thrust with the tempo Otaru created, wrapping his arms and legs around the brunette's body as his own hand stole down.
Otaru's eyes slipped tightly shut as pleasure shuddered through him at the feel of the other's hand on him, letting his head fall to Mitsurugi's shoulder as he wrapped his free arm around the other's waist. Their bodies entwined, they moved together, quickening the pace as they grew closer and closer. Otaru could feel it building inside of him with every thrust into the silken heat that worked over him, reducing him to a mindless creature of instinct as only the thought of his intense need for his lover's completion kept him from losing all control.
He felt Mitsurugi's shudder all the way to his spine, and let himself lose it as the sound and feel of his lover's climax washed over him. Nothing could ever be more erotic, and Otaru felt himself topple over the edge along side Mitsurugi. He held the other tightly against him as pleasure like he'd never imagined ran through him, unable to do anything but gasp as he was carried along a wave as powerful as tsunami.
They didn't pull away afterward, and Otaru stared up at the ceiling as reality came back to him, his arms wrapped around Mitsurugi's shoulders as their breathing slowly returned to normal. He could feel the blonde's breath deepen, his body slowly going limp as he fell asleep in Otaru's arms, no doubt exhausted after all that had happened today. Not just this, but everything else, and he felt a sense of inane satisfaction as Mitsurugi used his chest as a pillow.
He knew he shouldn't stay. But he was completely unwilling to lose this feeling of warm comfort and satisfaction. He'd never slept next to someone before, and somehow it felt more intimate than what they'd just done. The thought of leaving the warm bed and the slumbering blonde seemed almost unbearable, and Otaru realized in that moment how much he'd wanted a warm body to snuggle up against as he fell asleep.
Besides, his muscles felt so weak that he wasn't sure he could walk under his own power quite yet.
His mind made up, Otaru slipped the blanket up to cover both himself and that of his lover, and let himself be carried off as well.