Hi guys!
... ... ... I know, I'm late *again* orz
On the way to Munakata's apartment, neither of them speaks, but the silence isn't uncomfortable. Talking isn't exactly in their habits, after all, not when Munakata has nothing to reproach Suoh, and Suoh's doing nothing to annoy him at the moment. Not that he isn't tempted to. An annoyed Munakata in bed tends to show a lot less restraint and is thus a lot more fun to deal with.
For now, though, Suoh is holding back, because they're in public and if he does anything, Munakata'll complain about Suoh ruining his image (as if being seen drunk in a bar was good for his image, anyway, but Suoh'll never understand Munakata's reasoning) Munakata would send him home for that stupid reason, and that'll result in no fun at all.
When they enter the apartment building, out of prying eyes, Suoh gives in to the temptation and loops an arm around Munakata's shoulders, smirking. As expected, Munakata brushes his arm off. "Don't just use people to support your drunken gait," he snaps and Suoh huffs.
"You're the most wasted one here," he teases.
"I'm doing very well, thank you," is what Munakata protests and he speeds up his pace.
Suoh follows but doesn't add anything. That'll be enough, he thinks and when they get inside the apartment, Suoh only has time to remove his shoes then Munakata's already forcibly pinning him to the front door from behind.
Suoh smirks, "So impatient."
Munakata apparently intends to do it here, in the entryway. That's definitely an imprudent thing to do, provided that someone who passes by might hear them from outside. Not that Suoh minds, really. He's not the one who's worried about his public image, after all, and it's not even his apartment. He won't be confronted to the neighbors' impish eyes every day, so if anything, Munakata's shooting himself in the foot here. He's about to warn Munakata but the sadist is now carelessly tugging at his uniform jacket with enough force to tear the material. So instead of his initial considerate intention, Suoh says, "And I'm the barbarian," but Munakata's apparently not in the mood for bickering now, so Suoh obligingly helps him remove the jacket.
When it's finally off, he feels Munakata's mouth –rather, his teeth, on his nape while Munakata's hands roam over his chest then over his hips before finally unbuckling his belt. With one hand still at Suoh's hips and his teeth still at his neck, he sneaks his other hand into Suoh's boxers to take hold of his cock and stroke him to full hardness. The bite doesn't really hurt; even feels rather pleasurable, especially with Munakata's hand working on his lower-half, so he hums his contentment and leans his head against the wall.
He vaguely feels the hand that was keeping him steady leave his hips, then he hears a ruffle of clothes, then a metallic sound –probably Munakata's belt buckle, and his hand's on Suoh's hips again, tugging him backward and Suoh can feel Munakata's hard-on against his ass despite of the fabric of Munakata's boxers. Suoh grins and presses harder against Munakata, which earns him a harsh breath from his partner.
He prompts Munakata to get rid of the boxers, too, by reaching behind him to pull at the hem. Munakata complies, and when he presses back again, the sensation of skin against skin makes Suoh's arousal rise even further. Munakata starts thrusting between Suoh's thighs, his cock brushing against his perineum while his hand keeps on stroking Suoh's shaft and hell, it feels wonderful. Suoh brings his thighs together to increase the friction, making Munakata moan and speed up his thrusts. As Munakata's pleasure escalates, he seems more and more oblivious of Suoh's because his grip on Suoh's cock loosens and he becomes less generous in his strokes. Suoh, though, is too busy reveling at the lewd sounds Munakata's making against his ear to complain about that, feeling a strange sense of pride and an incredible arousal at being able to witness the ever pristine Munakata lose all sense of refinement like that. It's not until Munakata climaxes with another bite to his neck that Suoh remembers his own erection and he grunts his protest when Munakata's hand leaves his rock-hard cock to rest his two hands on Suoh's hips as he steadies his breathing for a moment.
Munakata laughs against his shoulder and Suoh realizes that maybe Munakata wasn't neglecting him because he was too lost in his pleasure but was doing it on purpose. He groans an annoyed "Munakata," to which Munakata replies, "That'll teach you."
Suoh wants to object to that but then Munakata's kissing his shoulder and is flipping him around so it's his back now, leaning on the door. Munakata gets on his knees, looking up at Suoh, smirking, and he licks his lips. Suoh immediately forgets about his irritation, attention drawn to Munakata's lips as they close around his tip. Despite having his mouth full, Suoh can tell Munakata's still smirking, and Suoh finds himself unable to return it despite wanting to. He's aware that his expression now resembles more a grimace than a grin as Munakata takes more of his length and starts alternately sucking and licking. Suoh swallows hard, fighting the urge to thrust and he brings a hand to Munakata's hair, just to have something to grip to. Munakata doesn't seem to mind and his fingers are now fondling Suoh's balls. Suoh knows he's getting close, and Munakata, too, can feel it, so he focuses back on the tip of his cock. When Suoh finally comes, Munakata pulls back and uses his hand to spend Suoh completely before falling back to sit on the entryway's wooden step when Suoh collapses on the floor. Their eyes are still locked on each other's and Suoh's finally able to smirk back at Munakata.
As his eyes wander down to Munakata's chest, then abdomen, he can see that Munakata's half-hard now, making his smirk grow wider. "So sucking me off was turning you on, huh? I'm flattered, Munakata."
Munakata doesn't seem embarrassed in the least, and with a grin as wide as Suoh's, "Well, it was quite alluring, you looked so… docile under my touch, after all."
Suoh laughs at that. Of course the sadistic bastard would say that. Munakata loves dominating other people -or is it just Suoh? But he's not the only one there, and he's had enough fun as it is, so it's Suoh's turn now. He crawls to Munakata, "Surely not as alluring as you look when you're writhing under me, though."
Suoh puts his hands on either side of Munakata's shoulders and pushes him down onto the floor. He starts sucking at Munakata's collarbone while his hand reaches Munakata's thigh to lift it but then Munakata interrupts him. Suoh gives him a questioning look. "Not here," Munakata comments.
"Thought you had no problem doing it in the entryway," Suoh says, teasing.
Munakata frowns, "What makes you think that?"
"Who was pinning me against the front door just earlier?"
"This and that are two different matters," he explains.
"Because then it was me who was pinned and now it's you, is that it?" Suoh asks with a quirked brow.
Munakata huffs and after a moment, "Exactly," not really meaning it but still-
"How very selfish of you, Captain Munakata Reisi," Suoh says with a (fake) hurt pout.
The comment has the expected effect on Munakata who looks a bit repentant now. Suoh knows that Munakata hates hearing any reminder of his vices and his supposed-to-be flawless title in the same sentence, knows that it makes him feel guilty. So when Suoh lifts him to take him to the bedroom, Munakata lets himself being carried obligingly –obediently, even. Usually, Munakata would never let Suoh carry him like that, protesting that he's not a bride or something. Who's being docile now, Suoh thinks with a self-satisfied smile that he tries to hide by nibbling at Munakata's earlobe. Just like Munakata knows what strings to pull to get what he wants from Suoh, so does Suoh with Munakata. These months of frequent meetings ensured as much and they both take advantage of that fact as often as they can.
When they reach the bed, he puts Munakata down and they proceed to take off whatever clothes they hadn't removed yet when they came in. When they're fully naked, Suoh resumes his work on Munakata's collarbone, adding another mark next to the one he's already left and intending to leave as many as he can. That's a payback to the bites Munakata gave him earlier because he's sure these are going to stay for days (though he doesn't mind at all)
His hand's now on Munakata's cock, stroking the base with a teasingly light touch. Munakata bucks his hips to induce him to go harder but Suoh's not listening. He looks up at Munakata who is visibly annoyed now. "Get on with it," he snaps and Suoh grins at him.
"With what?" he asks, playing dumb, but at Munakata's scowl, he can tell that the guy would have no remorse throwing him out without even his clothes if he teases any further, so he drops it and asks, "Lube?"
Munakata points at his nightstand drawer and Suoh stretches his hand to take the bottle. He uncaps it and pours a generous amount on his fingers. Munakata puts his legs on either side of Suoh's hips to give him more room and Suoh leans to attack Munakata's throat now while his index finger circles Munakata's entrance for a moment and then he inserts it, but not too deeply yet. Munakata's breath hitches so Suoh gives him some time to get more comfortable before moving his finger. He starts making back-and-forth motions then adds a second finger. He's now alternating between stretching and thrusting and when he finds his prostate, he crooks them, too, and Munakata gives a choked moan.
He's about to insert a third finger, but Munakata stops him. "That'll do," he says and Suoh doesn't need to be told twice. He slicks his cock and enters Munakata slowly. He can feel Munakata's body tense but Munakata's legs tightening around his hips tell him not to stop so he doesn't until he's buried to the hilt. There, he pauses until Munakata's body adjusts the intrusion then starts moving, slowly at first. Munakata voices an appreciative sound and Suoh moves faster. Munakata's fingers which were gripping his shoulders are now digging on his back and Suoh knows these are going to leave bruises, but who cares now, he reaches one hand down to stroke Munakata's cock in rhythm with his thrusts. Munakata's hips try to meet his pace and Munakata's moans become louder. Suoh, too, is distantly aware that he's moaning as well, but he –they're both too lost now to notice or even mind that, too busy trying to reach their completion.
Munakata comes first, immediately followed by Suoh who doesn't stop his ministrations until he's sure they're both completely spent. He doesn't pull out at once, trying to catch his breath and then he presses his forehead against Munakata's, smiling contentedly. Munakata smiles back at him, and damn if he doesn't look adorable now. Munakata leans to take Suoh's lower lip between his teeth and starts nibbling and sucking at it lazily. Suoh lets him and when he pulls back, Suoh gives him a quick peck on the lips before flopping next to him to sleep.
As he's about to drift off, he hears Munakata sit up and face away at the window. The night's very clear and the light reflecting on Munakata's alabaster skin makes it glow even more like the moon. Flawless, Suoh finds himself thinking, even with the red and dark marks at some spots on his back. The darker marks are from their last fling before tonight's, and Suoh can still remember how he left them. The memory makes him smirk. It's a bit surprising, though, how much time these marks take to disappear. He feels a sense of guilt for that, mingled with the urge to leave new marks but he shakes his head, trying to chase these thoughts –especially the last one.
Munakata looks very pensive, even seen from behind, and he starts a bit when he feels arms wrap around his waist and a chin rest on his shoulder. When he recognizes Suoh, though, he instinctively leans his head back against Suoh's and says softly, "You should be sleeping. You have a flight tomorrow."
"And you, too," Suoh counters.
"I don't have a flight, though," Munakata says with an impish smile.
Suoh clicks his tongue, "That's not what I meant, you idiot."
Munakata laughs, "I know." After a pause, he explains, "I was thinking that the sky's beautiful tonight."
Suoh looks outside and indeed, it's full of stars. After a short pause, Munakata continues, "You should have a favorable weather for your flight."
Suoh's a little taken aback by the comment. He didn't think that Munakata would worry so much about his flying conditions. Or well, he supposes that as his superior, he would, it's just that Suoh's surprised by the melancholic tone in which Munakata said that.
With deeper consideration, Suoh finds that something's a bit odd with Munakata tonight. It hadn't stricken Suoh at first, but now he realizes that even the fact of meeting Munakata at that bar was weird enough, as Munakata doesn't usually go for drinks on nights before a work day. Suoh wonders if there's something unusual that's happened to him and then it hits him. He presses his lips on Munakata's cheek and says, "A year tomorrow, huh."
Munakata's answer intuits him that his assumption was right, "Yes. A year since the biggest failure in my career."
"It wasn't your fault, you know," Suoh reassures him.
Munakata turns to meet his eyes, "And neither was it yours."
Suoh will have trouble believing that, but he understands that the perfectionist Munakata is would feel that it was his responsibility, not Suoh's. Even if neither of them was actually to blame for what's happened, that common feeling of guilt is part of what drew them to each other. To lighten the atmosphere, Suoh voices that last thought, "At least it's allowed us to become like this, right?"
"But was it worth losing a companion?" Munakata says bitterly.
"...You're right." Of course it wasn't, he knows that, but Suoh can't help but ponder on what he'd had missed if he and Munakata had stayed on their hostile feelings toward each other.
He doesn't want to dwell on that thought, so he decides to change the subject altogether, "You talked about not having a flight earlier."
Munakata doesn't seem to follow him, "Yes?"
"You ever dreamed of becoming a pilot?" Suoh inquires.
"I've never really thought about it," Munakata admits.
"But aren't you curious about flying, though?"
"Well, I'm not opposed to the idea."
"So why don't you come with me some day?" Suoh offers. "On a short flight, of course. I know you're a stuck-up workaholic," he teases.
"Hm. Why not?" Munakata says, ignoring Suoh's rib.
"Its' settled, then," Suoh concludes, smiling, and he gives in to the urge of biting Munakata's neck, making the latter give a tiny sound of surprise. Suoh then unwinds his arms from Munakata's waist to run his hands on Munakata's chest, fingers teasing Munakata's nipples as he keeps sucking on his neck and throat.
"Suoh… " Munakata warns him feebly but Suoh just hums in response, tugging Munakata onto his lap. Munakata sighs. "Insatiable," he scolds, but he relents nonetheless, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through Suoh's hair.
Suoh smirks, "But so are you."
I want to bury myself in a hole right now (but don't worry, I'll still write the next chapter... in that hole *w*)