Mood Music: Making Love on Mountain by The Woodlands

Notations: Inspired by the amount of fanart depicting Midousuji licking Onoda. There is so much of that.

WARNING: A little sultry… Just a tad. … tongue. Lots of

Repletum

Chapter 11: Taste

In which Midousuji appreciate one of his senses

Let me drink from your lips; the sweet honey from your throat, and the taste of your eternal soul

Everyday, Midousuji was finding out the perks of dating Onoda Sakamichi.

The little nerd was the sheer embodiment of everything Midousuji had thought was gross and pathetic. Yes, he was sweet and kind and lovely and literally everything that Midousuji thought was weak and disgusting.

And it was wonderful.

Sakamichi wiped his brow with a damp towel, sighing tiredly. "I was so close today! I still can't maximize speed in those sprints. I don't know how you can still keep all that reserve energy like that."

Midousuji reached over to pull the towel away, wiping his own face of the perspiration. It smelled like Sakamichi.

"You just are too busy clinging to me, you don't notice all the energy you're using. You don't have to stay right by my side the entire time, you idiot."

Sakamichi pulled his hand through his hair, water droplets flying. He smiled up at Midousuji, "But I love being by your side! I feel like I belong there!"

Midousuji growled, flicking the towel over his head to hide the shine of that smile, and hiding his own blush in the process. "Oh, shut up with that stuff. Save your energy. If you can take advantage during the inclines, you can focus on the sprints. You just try too hard."

Sakamichi grinned back, "I know you're probably right, but you look so wonderful when you're racing! I just can't help watching you. I think you're beautiful."

Only Sakamichi would think that his pedaling was -ugh- beautiful. He knew he was monstrous when he rode, and took advantage of his oddities to manipulate other riders. God, what the hell was Sakamichi? He was an idiot and gross, especially gross.

But the high blush on his cheek bones showed how pleased Midousuji truly was. He turned around and went into their apartment, and Sakamichi trailed behind him.

"Hmmm, I really need to take a shower. I'm sweating all over. I can't believe it's so hot today! It was like an oven."

Midousuji gritted his teeth. He did not need to think about Sakamichi showering. He was tired and really wanted to eat and rest, but all of a sudden he looked over his shoulder to his lover.

He blinked up at him and cocked his head, "Yeah?"

"You wanna go first?" He asked, but his mind was not really there. He flicked out his tongue out like a snake, tasting the salt in the air.

Sakamichi frowned slightly as he thought, "You can go first if you want. I really feel icky though, so I really do need to take a shower and then possibly a warm bath."

Midousuji clenched his teeth at the thought of Sakamichi bathing. Ugh, what a gross thought, but he leaned in closer, "You do stink, Sakamichi. You should go first." It wasn't entirely true; Sakamichi did smell, but his aroma was of sweat, metal, hard pavement roads, sunlight, and something else distinctly him.

There was something missing though, and Midousuji let his tongue reach out to sample the air again.

Sakamichi stepped around him, going to their room, no doubt to get ready for the bath, and he would have made it there if Midousuji hadn't snaked out an arm and grabbed him by the waist, leering over him. "Wha-! Eh? Akira? What?"

Midousuji had found the missing scent and he leaned down to kiss him.

Sakamichi, as always, absolutely relented to him, eyes closing, and body becoming relaxed. It was a hard touch of mouth, and a brief pull of lower lip, but it was over as soon as it came and Midousuji pulled back. He sampled the air again, and yes, there it was, his rough scent on Sakamichi's lips.

"Akira? Wha- What was that for?" He said, as he fixed his slightly askew glasses, "I mean, I don't mind, but… that was out of nowhere."

Midousuji stepped away, "Don't act like I never do it." He replied, slightly offended by the surprise in the man's voice.

"But- you don't do that too often." Sakamichi followed him, close on his heels, "Like I said, I don't mind or anything, I just want to know… Why?" He leaned around him to catch Midousuji's eyes, and he looked coy, "So I can keep doing it, you know? I really like it when you kiss me, Akira-kun."

Midousuji felt his face heat up and he reached out with his hand and squished his lover's face between his long fingers, "Gross. That's so gross."

Sakamichi squirmed in his hold, his smile flashing at him, and Midousuji let him go. "I think you are so cute when you do." He reached out and light grazed his fingers along the thin material of Midousuji's purple jersey, "I really like it. "

Sakamichi said stupid things like this all the time, and had called him cute before, and Midousuji almost always gagged at being called the sweet affectionate compliment. He did not want to be cute. He wanted- no- he was, dominating, intimidating, and powerful.

Not cute.

Cute was for little sweet blushing climbers like Sakamichi.

"That is so stupid." He started, and Sakamichi's smile grew, "I am not cute. I think you're very wrong." He bent down and smirked in Sakamichi's face, close enough to see his long thin eyelashes.

Sakamichi didn't retreat, and Midousuji hadn't expected him to, because after all these years, he had no doubt gotten used to Midousuji's invasive tendencies, "You are, Akira-kun! It makes makes me want to kiss you."

Oh god, stop...

Midousuji reached down and his hands grabbed onto Sakamichi's hips, and then his legs, pulling one up over his own hip, making Sakamichi lean back against the hallway wall, "AH! Akira-kun! Wha-"

Midousuji shut him up with a hard open mouth on his. He was not going to be cute this time. He kissed him roughly, tongue rushing in to travel into the small mouth. Sakamichi whimpered, clutching his jersey, eyes closing shut once again. His mouth was so soft and warm, as Midousuji explored, pulling away only to come back, teeth catching his lower lip and tugging. This would show him that kissing was not goddamn cute.

Sakamichi opened his eyes, clouded and heavy, breathing hard against him, "Aki-"

Midousuji pressed a hot eager mouth to the slope of his neck, wet and gross, licking up to an ear. Sakamichi shifted his hips, and he reached up with the other hand to touch Midousuji's black thin hair. Teeth suddenly bit down and he sucked hard, marking the skin, and pulling a low lusty moan from that soft mouth.

He hoisted Sakamichi up the wall, his light weight not really burdening Midousuji any, as he kissed under his ear, his tongue sweeping out to swirl around the lobe, eliciting a slight rugged wonderful gasp and fingers tightening their grip on Midousuji's jersey. His tongue swirled again, and this time he used his teeth to catch the flesh, tugging at it, and Sakamichi groaned, "Aki- Wait- Akira..."

Midousuji loved unraveling the man, loved how his bright pure eyes turned into something lascivious and only for him, only on him.
Sakamichi pursed his lips against his cheek, asking for a kiss and his leg tightened around a bony waist. Midousuji grabbed the strong thigh, bringing it up higher and leaned down and kissed him. He wanted to press his hand between Sakamichi's legs, and make him moan, see more of that pleading, utterly sexy side of Sakamichi.

Something rang in the room and the mist in Sakamichi's eyes cleared. He was still catching breath, as he spoke,"Tha-That's my alarm, I think. It's for-" He stiffened and then violently ripped himself out of Midousuji's grasp almost running to the living room, leaving Midousuji very lonely.

Midousuji glanced down at the problem in his pants, and the biking shorts that did nothing to hide the obvious boner. Well, someone had to take responsibility, and the living room was much more comfortable for what he had in mind.

Midousuji came into the living room, about to wrap his arm around Sakamichi's thin figure, but Sakamichi suddenly shrieked, and then literally jumped over the couch, looking for something. Midousuji hissed in surprise, and then shouted over Sakamichi's loud muttering, "What the hell! What- Sakamichi! What are you looking for?"

Sakamichi made a sound of triumph as he lifted the remote and plopped down excitedly on the coaching, turning on the TV as if they hadn't been making out very hotly not even five seconds ago. "It's on! It's on! And it's the finale! I'm glad I set an alarm!"

Midousuji should have known. There was only one thing that Sakamichi would stop everything for.

Fuckin' anime.

Now, he wasn't against it. This sort of entertainment had been a great help to him growing up, and he had learned a lot from his favorite cut throat, ambitious, strategic villains on how to use everything to one's advantage, but Sakamichi was so stupidly into this stuff.

Sometimes, Midousuji humored him, especially when the anime was something interesting, more aligned with his more sophisticated tastes. Other times, he was so annoyed with it that he would hide the remote on the top of the bookshelves, and would snicker cruelly as Sakamichi wrecked the apartment looking for it. Mostly, though, he merely sat there, with the mind numbing cutesy show playing in the background, and just watch the shifting expression on his always enthusiastic lover, memorizing the sight.

Unfortunately, he was not feeling that today.

What he was feeling was hot under the collar, and wanted to get back to their previous activities. "Sakamichi…" Midousuji said lowly, the sound curling out, and his eyes narrowed at the man, who didn't even flinch at his name being called.

Midousuji sighed and neatly stepped over the back of the couch and seated himself next to his unbelievably idiotic boyfriend. "Sakamichi, what do you think you're doing?"

Sakamichi turned to him for a second and then back to the TV which suddenly splashed vivid colors as the intro music for Sakamichi's favorite anime came blaring on, "OH! OH! I'm so excited!" He squirmed like he had bugs in his shorts, his smile wide and full on his face.

What a simplistic creature.

Midousuji huffed out impatiently, the tightness in his shorts fading to a low aching burn. They would have made it to the bedroom by now, and probably be doing better, more worthwhile things than watching a damn anime. His lips curled in disgust as he sat crossed legged on the couch. Half of him wanted to give in and take a shower, and leave his gross little lover watching his damn show, but another part of him, the more spiteful and carnal side of him wanted to run his hand and his mouth all over the exposed skin of Sakamichi's body and once again grab his attention.

Something happened on the screen, something exciting, he supposed, because Sakamichi grabbed his hand, gripping him tight with the drama unfolding on the TV.

Midousuji frowned at the contact, still miffed about being denied, but he turned his wrist and clutched the hand. It felt too nice to just ignore.

He watched as Sakamichi pitched forward, watching intently at the screen, and felt a fierce pang of jealousy spike through his veins. That was ridiculous, but nevertheless, it made him frown and eyes narrow. Sakamichi would usually watch him with those unwavering almost worshipful eyes. It was part of his personality, that dedicated stubborn, determined attitude. Sometimes, most of the time, it was such a glorious trait, and others, like right now, it was god damn annoying.

Midousuji pulled the hand up, leaned forward, and lightly kissed the hard bumps of his knuckles, waiting for Sakamichi's response.

Damn nerd didn't even bat an eye.

It suddenly became a challenge, a game. What would he have to do in order to get the man's attention? And how far did he want to go?

His lips pressed harder, and Sakamichi glanced over him momentarily, about to speak, but the protagonist started talking, and Sakamichi was pulled in again.

Midousuji's lips stayed on his skin, and a wet pink tongue slipped out slowly, sweeping over small hard knuckles. He could taste the tang of his skin, salt and sunshine. Sakamichi turned to him, pulling at his captured hand, "Akira-kun! What are you-?"

Midousuji grinned as his lover's eyes widened at the tongue flickering out to taste again. Sakamichi blushed red, but after a moment, he frowned, "You are not going to distract me! This week I get to hear Suna's backstory! I can't miss it! I thought you-"

Midousuji ignored him, leaning over to kiss him. It was stupid to pick watching anime over doing naughty things with him. Sakamichi was so stupid.

When he pulled away, those blue eyes were clouded and soft, and his face flushed. He was trying to frown at the leering man, but it was proving difficult. Sakamichi's eyes pinpointed back to the TV screen, and a commercial advertised on about the newest cell phones that they, apparently, absolutely just had to have. Midousuji brought his lips back to the hand in his, lightly kissing his knuckles again, and Sakamichi wrinkled his nose and scooted away, "Akira! I know what you're doing! It's not going to work! I really want to watch this!"

Midousuji pulled his legs up and wrapped them around Sakamichi's distancing figure, properly trapping the boy, "And I want to do other things. In the bedroom. You're watching it, aren't you? I'm just entertaining myself."

Midousuji pulled his long legs in, forcing Sakamichi close again, and the man pouted, "I-" He stared, eyes flickering to the screen, "I can't really focus when you're touching me like this."

Midousuji felt the damning smile fill his features, "Oh? Is it making you hot and bothered, Saaakamichi?"

Sakamichi flushed again, and Midousuji loved the way his skin looked, red and warm like that. He especially liked when Sakamichi was red and warm and under him… or on top. Either one was quite alright actually.

This damn TV shows was absolute trash for being the reason why Sakamichi wasn't paying attention to him at the moment.

"No! I mean- well, maybe, but that's what you're trying to do, right? You're trying to make me… um, horny."

Midousuji would never admit it, but he was always delighted when Sakamichi said perverted things. It always took him by surprise when Sakamichi would say naughty, dirty things during their nightly activities. There was something so hot about that cute innocent cupid's mouth opening and saying bad, sexy things, or better yet, doing bad, sexy thing with it. Sakamichi was, surprisingly pretty straight forward with what he wanted and how he wanted it. And, he was always willing to try new things.

"Maaaaaaybe," was Midousuji's unashamed reply.

"Akira!"

Midousuji was about to sweep in for another kiss to that adorable indignant look, but Sakamichi turned away at the sound of the theme music ringing out from the television, announcing the return of the anime show, "Oh! It's back."

Midousuji's eye twitched.

An anime was cockblocking him. What the hell...

But, this was certainly entertaining. Sakamichi fighting against him wasn't something new, but it was always fun to show the little climber who was boss. He placed his hand on Sakamichi's knee, tightening his hand over the bone, watching for a reaction. All he got was a slight frown, and even then he wasn't sure if it was for him or at the monologue being rattled on by the villain of the show.

Midousuji pulled the hand up again, kissing lightly at knuckles, before turning it over and kissing the soft palm, mouthing up to the rough callous of the fold of his fingers. Sakamichi pulled at his hand, but didn't do much else. Midousuji pouted, only slightly, and then snuck out his tongue along the curve where fingers fused with palm. There was a delightful reaction. A pant, and a flicker of blue eyes glancing at him, "Akira-kun, stop. I want to- ah!"

He twisted his tongue up and around his middle finger, and slid his hand up his thigh, feeling the built muscle under the thin biking shorts. They needed to shower, but tasting his skin like this, with nothing, but Sakamichi's essence tainting his skin was an exhilarating experience, raw and heady. Sakamichi was becoming red and hot, flushing down his neck, as Midousuji took the slim digit into his mouth, sliding his tongue along the joints and sucking. He definitely had Sakamichi's attention, staring at him wide eyed, and he bit his lip, "Ar-Are you really going to-"

Midousuji released his finger and smirked against his hand, "Keep watching your show, Saakamichi. Don't pay attention to little old me."

Sakamichi frowned, "You are distracting me! Why are you-oh…"

The soft, almost yearning sound was made in response to Midousuji licking the sensitive, erotic skin of his wrist, and his eyes half lidded, his body leaning forward into the touch, and Midousuji felt so victorious. Who knew Sakamichi was so responsive to such a soft touch?

There was a loud bang from the TV, and Sakamichi's beautiful sultry look disappeared and he abruptly turned his head to the screen, focused once again.

God damn it, he was so close.

No matter. Sakamichi hadn't pulled his hand away, and Midousuji was nothing if he wasn't resilient.

He curled his long fingers, drawing almost too light patterns along the inner seam of Sakamichi's thin shorts, and his breath was labored. He was squirming away, but not far, because he was still trapped in Midousuji's limbs. He was colored beautifully, his eyes riveted on the screen, but his brow was furrowed, and he was constantly pulling against Midousuji's grasp. He was now purposely trying to ignore all of Midousuji's ministrations.

Midousuji didn't mind. He hunched over and brought his tongue up his inner arm, to the inside of his elbow, kissing lightly onto the skin.

Sakamichi was panting now, as he let his tongue swirl in the hollow of his elbow, his hand still drawing those deliberately light circles high on his thigh, "Aki-" Sakamichi said weakly, his blush becoming hotter, but he was still keeping his eyes on the TV. Midousuji guessed that he needed to proceed more aggressively. He pulled back his teeth and then bit down into the wonderfully soft flesh, not hard, but deep enough to make a bright mark when he pulled back. Midousuji felt heat pool in his groin, arousal making his mind muggy and hot waves of desire wash over him. He needed to get Sakamichi in the bedroom as soon as possible. Hell, he would totally be okay just going ahead here on the couch. Sakamichi was licking his lips, his little pink tongue peeking out, and Midousuji watched it like a predator as it went over his soft lips. He almost relented to the desperate want to pull Sakamichi over and play with that little sweet, coy tongue. Instead, his mouth drifted from the curve of Sakamichi's arm to his wrist again, his beautiful pearly whites still exposed and still raking over his pale skin.

Sakamichi stiffened as the teeth scraped down his arm, biting lightly at the deceivingly thin inner forearm. He tasted richer here, his flavor mixed with arousal. Oh yeah, he was definitely aroused. Sakamichi made a small whimper, and Midousuji grinned madly, and victorious. He knew what that sound meant, and he was right, because Sakamichi suddenly exclaimed;

"Fine! Fine! Akira-kun, okay, it's over! You win!"

Midousuji wanted to say that it was a win for both of them and tease him, but his pants were tight and he felt hot, and he just want to get it on. It was notably to consider that Sakamichi had indeed held out until the end of his show, judging from the end credit scrolling on the screen. So, he hadn't technically won. How he managed that was quite the mystery, but he didn't worry about that at the moment. He had other things on his mind.

He reached out and pulled Sakamichi close, before swinging his legs out and standing up. He picked him up, wrapping his arms around him, carrying him like a princess because if he waited for Sakamichi to actually move and walk, they would take forever. Sakamichi protested for about two seconds, squirming in his hold, and Midousuji merely squeezed him tight in order to stop him.

He had both hands in his lap covering himself, and Midousuji sneered at that. He couldn't hide his obvious eagerness for long. Midousuji made up his mind to absolutely torture the man, because of all this waiting he had to do. He was going to make Sakamichi yearn in the same way he had yearned. He was going to make him beg for it because in no one's right mind would a sane person pick watching TV over sex. Midousuji could say he was most certainly looking forward to it.

"Um... Akira-kun? "

Midousuji started with a quick pace to the bedroom, finally,and snapped back, as he looked down at him. "What?"

Sakamichi's blushing face was still there, but he blinked up at Midousuji, his mouth curving around a shy smile and despite all the good, nice, sexy things Sakamichi said or did with that mouth, he was and probably would always be especially partial to that expression, because he truly loved his smile the best.

"Um, thanks for being patient. You were really nice to wait." His eyelashes swept down and his blush grew, "I think you deserve something nice."

Midousuji felt his knees go weak. Goddamn it, Sakamichi was his absolute undoing. His thoughts on torturing the boy with a slow, showing-who-is-the-boss lovemaking session was suddenly washed down the toilet, because all he wanted to do now was to ravish him. If he didn't know better, he would think that Sakamichi was doing it on purpose.

But, of course, judging from the sweet blush on his face, and his grateful eyes, Sakamichi was just… gross like that.

Midousuji wrinkled his nose down at him, "Gross."

He then threw Sakamichi onto the bed, grinning as he yelled out at being manhandled. He didn't have to be so gentle with him. Sakamichi was a tough little nerd. He sat up, cocking his head, and asked Midousuji what or rather how he wanted to do it today.

Midousuji let a wide, conniving grin fill his face at the question as he crawled onto the bed, approaching Sakamichi like a feline with a dark purpose.

"Hmmmmm, Saaakamichi, I think I want to continue what I was doing in the living room."

Sakamichi shifted back, until his back hit the headboard of their large bed. "I'm gross still, Akira-kun! And besides, you...um…don't you think you licked me enough today?"

Midousuji grinned as he caged Sakamichi beneath his limbs. Yes, this was what he wanted; Sakamichi cute, hot, blushing, and under him. "I didn't get to all the places that I wanted to, Saaaakamichi." He drawled out and glanced meaningfully down to his pants. Sakamichi squeaked, covered himself again, and that was so stupid, because this was not a new thing they did, not by a long shot. Oh, he was going to enjoy making the man writhe. His dark, very naughty musings were cut short by Sakamichi calling out his name.

"Akira-kun…"

Midousuji's eyes flicked up to meet his, and he paused because the tilt of Sakamichi's lips was so…

"I think that maybe today…" Sakamichi leaned forward, and those pretty innocent bright eyes darkened with mischief and sensuality, and all of sudden, Midousuji was sure he had just lost at his own game.

"...I'll taste you."

And Midousuji decided that night that good things come to those who wait.

Yes, good things, indeed.

Notations:

I ran out of ideas.

I wonder if Wanatabe-sensei thought, when he gave Mido that long tongue,

'hmmm, I hope this doesn't become some sort of Cannon fodder for smut in fanfiction.'

I'm sorry, Wanatabe-sensei. I live in a trash can, and trash is all I can produce.

Personal Note:

I dont think I say thank you enough, so thank you for all the love. I didn't expect this to be liked at all. I didn't understand that there is others who are really into AUs also! I have gotten such nice emails, telling me that they love this collection of fictions, and making some request. I technically was only going to upload until the end of the year, but after reading some of the request, I must admit I want to continue! Also, I'll be expanding on some of the other Stories (Chapter 07 and Chapter 04) because I have been asked to, and well, I just love write. Be warned though that they won't be up anytime soon, as I have four other fic ready to to go! Stay tuned? Maybe? If you wanna?