AAAAnd... this is it ^^
Last day of SouMako week!
Thank you to all for reading and reviewing! I really had fun and I hope to do more more for this pairing down the road (but I've got school and all my other stories, but they'll come! I promise!)
Day 7: Whatever.
"AAHH!"
At this point in his evening, Sosuke Yamazaki was unused of just who had made the sound, the rather unfortunate heroine on the screen about to be disembowelled by the maniacal serial killer, or the young man trembling from the tip of his hair to his toes his muscled arms wrapped tightly around a pillow for safety.
"Makoto," the young man started slowly, still spooking the rather shaken brunette, his green eyes on the verge of tears, "I already told you, if you're too scared, I can turn this off-"
"N-No!"
His boyfriend cut him off, the head shaking wildly though his voice was cracking, "I-I'm fine," Makoto lied, "r-really… y-you wanted to watch th-this ri-right?"
"Well… yeah," Sosuke murmured, "but not if you're freaking out because of it!"
"I-I'm not," the brunette squeaked out as the attacker broke through the door, chainsaw held alight, "really."
Eyebrow raised in scepticism, Makoto watched the teal eyes turn back to the film, knowing he wouldn't be convincing anyone, not with his level of fear. Upon returning home, Sosuke mentioned that he wanted to enjoy some midnight horror classics, movies that Makoto would usually avoid like the plague; however, since he wanted to please his boyfriend, the brunette hesitantly agreed.
It was a huge mistake.
Now Makoto was stuck, forcing himself to watch one movie after the other, Sosuke rather enjoying the carnage and the action while he sat there quivering in fear, huddled beneath the protective force that was their fuzzy blanket.
"Makoto," again the green eyes turned to the young man, his attention looking for anything to distract it, "this is the second movie we've watched and there's two more… are you sure you're okay with this?"
"C-Course I am," Makoto tried to lie, "th-this is nothing!"
Souske seemed sceptical, and for the obvious reason. Excusing himself from the room, Makoto moved to make more popcorn, his lungs expelling a deep sigh. The truth was was that Makoto wanted desperately to have a good night with Sosuke, together. Recently, he had been swamped with work, only just having gotten his new job right out of University.
Their meeting had been strange; Makoto, upon visiting Tokyo in the summer in hopes to get accustomed to it, had bumped into Sosuke and the latter took it upon himself to accompany the brunette around, the two of them doing all sorts of touristy things.
Together.
It felt nice, the brunette enjoying it so much he called the young man the day he arrived home, already planning their next outing.
Since then, they were almost inseparable, and finally, in September, Sosuke decided to ask Makoto out on a date. And then another and another. When Makoto graduated, he and Sosuke decide to proceed with their relationship, Sousuke helping the young man afford their new apartment, large enough for the two of them and close enough to Makoto's work for it to be convenient for the two of them.
"EEEK!"
Shuddering at the sound of the screaming victim, Makoto tried to focus on the popping of the bag, glancing back to the living room, where Sosuke seemed utterly bored out of his skull, the young man feeling his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach.
He was trying desperately to get the two of them back together, to get even closer, like they used to be. Now, while they didn't fight, Sosuke just always seemed to be busy and, whenever they were together, he was almost apathetic.
Their difficulties were of course made even more impossible when Sosuke decided to go to university, as though he wanted more time away from Makoto. In their few years together, the young man feared that Sosuke's care for him was waning, that he wanted something more out of life, something better.
Green eyes looked away from the bag, his heart quivering at the thought; he found safety in Sosuke, a safety he never knew he craved. The young man was kind too, kind though he preferred to hide it from others.
It was only another two movies, Makoto told himself, he could get through this, he would get through this.
And then the room went black.
With a shrill scream the brunette ducked beneath the countertops, puffed pieces of white scattering around the floor while his arms were above his trembling head.
Bravely swallowing his fear, the young man pulled his form to peek out over the countertop, fear clutching him when he could not see his boyfriend.
"Sosuke!" Makoto called, his voice quivering, "if this is you pulling a prank, it's not funny!"
He daren't leave the safety of his kitchen island, even when he received no reply. Restraining his tears, the young man managed to stand, his legs shaking and his head turning every which way, hoping to see a familiar bulk amongst the darkness.
"So-Sosuke!?" his voice sounded odd, strained with fear. It was just a blackout, not something he shoulder be panicking about. Images of blood and saws contradicted his rationalities, his throat forcing down lumps of terror.
Had the young man just up and left him here, alone in the darkness? Tears dared to spill down the tanned cheeks; did Sosuke hate him that much?
"Power's out."
It was a simple observation, not something Makoto should've jumped a foot in the air for screaming before collapsing to the ground, hands returning to his head.
"Makoto?"
Emerald met teal as the one eye peeked up at the other, stupidity rising in him as he became aware just how pathetic he looked.
"You okay?" Sosuke commented, his hand extending for the young man who gladly took it. "I checked the breaker, everything's fine," the broad shoulders shrugged, "guess construction workers must've cut the wires or something."
Nodding at the explanation, Makoto watched at the young man pulled down a few candles, the brunette wanting to kick himself for his way of thinking. Of course Sosuke hadn't abandoned him; he'd just gone to sort out the problem, to try and fix it for everyone.
He was an idiot.
A warm orange glow illuminated his ski and his eyes looked towards Sosuke, his hands clutching one candle before he jerked his head towards the living room, Makoto following with eagerness, not wanting to be left alone in the black.
They sat close to each other, and yet the void Makoto felt between them grew ever present as he watched his boyfriend light a few more candles, the glow illuminating their faces and bodies, Sosuke appearing soft in the light, his face relaxed and his teal eyes reflecting the orange.
"So," the young man started softly, "what do you want to do now?"
"Uh? Oh," a finger came to Makoto's chin as he thought about their next options, "w-well, we could play a-a game or-or retire early or-WHAT WAS THAT!?"
"Huh?" Sosuke lifted his head to the sound, "probably water in the pipes or something," his shoulders shrugged, "nothing to worry about."
"R-Right," the young man swallowed thickly, "s-so u-um-EEEK!"
Sosuke stared at the young man on the floor, his body crawling into a ball at the young man's feet.
"Makoto-"
"I'm fine!" Makoto told him too quickly, "really I am!"
There were no words shared between them as Makoto cowered at yet another unknown and benign sound, hating himself for his weak heart, wishing he was stronger.
"So… why did you lie to me?"
Green eyes shot open at the words, his heart freezing as he looked up to Sosuke's teal orbs, the arms crossed over the strong chest, his face scowling.
"H-Huh?" the young man tried to convince his boyfriend of innocence, "wh-what are you-"
"Makoto," Sosuke sighed deeply, "I know damn well you've got a weak heart, so why were you saying you're fine when you clearly weren't?"
"W-Well," Makoto swallowed thickly, "i-if you knew I was lying, why didn't you say anything!?"
"Because you don't lie to me," other retorted, "so I reiterated-"
"Because I don't want to break up!"
Again silence returned to the room, the dark gloom over's Sosuke's face shattering in surprise, Makoto feeling as though he wanted desperately to shrink into the floorboards.
He had done it, he had let out his fears and now they were out there, out in the open. Sosuke would think he was pathetic. His eyes scrunched tight, waiting for the young man to stand, to walk out the door, to leave him and never look back.
"What on earth gave you that stupid idea!?"
Looking up to his boyfriend, Makoto saw Souske had a bewildered look up on his face, concern deep in his deep teal orbs.
"So-Sosuke…?"
"I'm not about to dump you," Sosuke explained softly, "what the Hell made you think that?"
"W-Well… because I-I you," he swallowed thickly, "because you don't want to be with me anymore… our schedules never line up and you're always taking more shifts with your dad so-so I just thought-"
"Idiot."
Makoto squeaked as arms surrounded him, his strong form lifted from the ground to the couch, his body now beneath Sosuke's.
"I'm not about to dump you," a finger touched his nose, "and you don't need to go pretending you like certain things for me… I thought we were beyond that…"
"W-We are," the brunette swallowed thickly, "and… and yes I-I'm scared of those movies," Makoto pressed, "but… but I'm scared of not being with you more!"
His blush was furious, and almost hidden behind hands that made his way to his face, a soft chuckle emanating from Sosuke's lips.
"Idiot," the young man whispered, his hand covering Makoto's, "that's about as rational as thinking a serial killer is about to run through the door."
"Don't bring that up please," Makoto whispered quietly.
"Why not?" Sosuke murmured, "I'm right here," his breath and nose ghosted over the man's neck, "say… Makoto…"
"Y-yeah?"
Teal eyes looked towards the flickering candles, "this is quite romantic… ne?"
"I-I guess," Makoto's Adams apple bobbed dangerously, his head jerking up at the feeling of fingertips over his abdomen, "S-Souske!?"
"You want to forget about the movie," Sosuke whispered huskily, his lips rising up to hover over the other's, "so I've got a good idea of just what to do…"
A strangled whimper escaped the brunette's lips before they were captured, held firmly in another's pair. They could no longer say anything, hums vibrating between them before a tongue ran over his lower lip, asking for entrance which was gladly given.
Sosuke's slick muscle slid into his mouth, touching and tasting the young man as he had done so many times before, and each and every time he felt excitement rush through him from Makoto. Hands cupped Makoto's cheeks and angled the brown hair, reaching for better access, fingers covering his own while the second tongue became more daring, sliding over his.
They just barely parted for quick breaths, the two diving back into their devious actions with vigour. Their hands ventured elsewhere, Sosuke's fingers slid up underneath the stripped sweater, bunching the material up to Makoto's chest, the latter's fingers plucking at Sosuke's button up shirt.
"Hah… AH!"
Makoto whimpered as the rough fingers rubbed over his protruding buds, shocks sent through his system at their contact, the sensation making something bulge in his pants, heat stirring in his belly.
"So… Sosuke…"
The young man pulled back from his lover, the teal eyes looking down at the brunette beneath him, his cheeks tinged with his flush, his lungs panting from lack of oxygen and his eyes glazed over, the chest exposed and his sweater up to his neck.
"You look good," Sosuke told him, his tongue flickering over his lips, "I am going to ravish you."
Makoto whimpered once again at the tone in his ear, his head tilting before he hissed; something pressing hard against his growing erection.
"So-Sosuke-"
"I've made you doubt me," the young man whispered quietly, his fingers hooking to the hem of the pants, "I've got to prove my devotion to you."
"W-Wait- " Makoto tried to protest, unable to do much as his boyfriend pulled his pants off his body, his underwear dragged down with it, the thighs shuddering as his erection was exposed to the cool air.
"You've waited for months," Sosuke told him, his lips dangerously close to the weeping member, "I'm not going to let you wait any longer."
"B-But- HI!"
The odd scream was normal in these situations, especially for the two of them, especially when Sosuke's lips had surrounded Makoto's cock.
Legs around Sosuke's head bucked and shuffled, toes curling tightly as a tongue ran along the shaft and veins.
"So-So-Sosuke!?"
Makoto's voice was strained and oddly high, doing his best to resist curling his body around the head of black that was currently sucking and licking at one of his most sensitive areas. Sosuke felt nails dig into his hair, his partner's lips whimpering in response to his actions, the only coherent sound emanating from Makoto was his boyfriend's name.
"Ah… hah… uhhn," Makoto lifted his fingers to his own lips, his nails biting into his knuckles in an attempt to muffle his cried, drool slipping past his lips and down his chin.
Teal eyes glanced to the emerald, his own body becoming excited at the wanton expression on Makoto's face, the tightness of the toes and hands enough to suggest his body's preference.
"HAH!"
Sosuke's tongue delved into his head, the young man's fingers massaging the joint between his lover's legs and buttocks, the legs attempting to resist twitching around Sosuke's head.
"So-Sosuke!" the young man begged, "pl-please," his lungs heaved as he tried to make sense on the muddled mess that was his mind, "d-don't t-teas- UH!"
Makoto would always be rewarded when it came to Sosuke, the young man would always give his lover what he wanted, no matter how mortified Makoto might be afterword. Here he felt confident, as strong as Sosuke was, as though when they were intertwined, there was no force that could destroy their bond.
The young man was eager, his body opening as best it could to the onslaught of fingers in him, head and neck tilted back in ecstasy, his short hair falling over his forehead and ears, his mouth open and panting, his tongue running over his lips repeatedly.
It was rough for them, there being no lubrication within reach, Sosuke's face marred with concentration.
"So-Sosuke-"
"I'm going to rip you in two if we keep going like this," the young man muttered, his eyes glancing towards their bedroom.
"Sosuke~" Makoto whimpered, his legs tightening around the other's hips, "d-don't…"
Teal looked back to the young man, his form now trembling with want rather than fear, green orbs pleading.
"D-Don't leave me like this…"
Whatever restraint Sosuke had was destroyed at the trembling words and tears pricking at the eyes, his body diving to take the younger into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"I'm going to rip you in two…" Sosuke whispered, "it's going to hurt you… again."
"So… Sosuke…" Makoto felt his heart hammer in his chest, his shaking arms slowly reaching up to grip at the button up. "I-It's… it's okay…"
The young man was very confused at the words, even more so when the muscled body beneath him pulled out from underneath Sosuke, his arms wrapping around the broad shoulders.
"Makoto?"
"S-Sit… back," the young man mumbled flushing, his throat swallowing thickly, an understanding dawning on Sosuke. With a cocky grin, the muscled back hit the sofa cushions, his fingers holding onto the hip as shaking legs rose themselves over Sosuke. Trembling fingers pulled down his lover's own pants, his heart relaxing as he saw that he still had the ability to turn Sosuke on.
"Oi… Makoto…"
Green eyes looked up to the smirking face, the large thumb rubbing the still developed muscles, both of them still keeping up routines, Sosuke's modified for his shoulder.
"I'll always love you," Sosuke whispered, "everything I do is for you."
Makoto felt his heart still at the words, his eyes widening and his body froze hovering over his lover's engorged member.
"I didn't go to school to avoid you," he continued, "I went to school to be someone who could protect and support you."
"Y-Yeah?" Makoto whispered, tears betraying his emotions as they fell down his cheeks.
Smiling, the young man lifted his body up to press against Makoto's, his hands cupping the wet cheeks.
"Yeah."
Nodding slowly, the brunette pressed his forehead to Sosuke's, his lips bitten as he began easing himself onto his lover, hissing as his upstretched body adjusted to his boyfriends girth.
"Makoto," Sosuke breathed, his voice as restrained as the other's, "y-you don't have too-"
"I want too," Makoto cut him off, his eyes trying to hide his pain, "I want too…"
Nails dug into his thighs as the young man beneath him struggled the temptation to plunder Makoto's body, to take him screaming and begging for more.
"Y'know," the brunette heard Sosuke start, "if we were in a horror movie, we'd be the first ones gone."
"Wh-Why!?" his boyfriend started, now looking worried, "why would you say that!?"
"Because we're in the middle of s-e-x," Sosuke spelt out the answer, his tone husky and low, his exposed chest heaving.
Makoto seemed in shock at the words, his mouth open and trying to make some semblance of sound from his throat. Hands on his hips gripped fiercely as they pulled them downwards in Makoto's startle state.
"AH!"
Sosuke waited for his lover to calm down from his sudden high, his head to the sky and his nails leaving marks on the muscled chest. Green eyes were as wide as his mouth, his chest taking breaths in uneven and deep intervals.
"I'm sorry," the young man whispered, "I couldn't… I couldn't stop…"
"No… no it's okay," the brunette shook his hair, "just… need... need… ugghn!"
The young man quivered as he slowly adjusted his form, his hips shuddering as he rose up on shaking legs. Their eyes meeting, Makoto made an odd noise, somewhere between a whine and a grunt, before he returned to Sosuke's hips, his lips howling in pleasure.
Sosuke felt his mouth salivate at the delicious sight of Makoto above him, the brunette's hands supporting him on the strong chest, his legs rising up and down on his lover. Makoto's face, so usually calm and kind now twisted into pleasure and want, his mouth open and calling out in pleasure.
Their first night had been less than open, Makoto almost wishing to shrink into his shell before it started. After Sosuke took him for the first time, the young man started to want more, even managing to pluck up the courage to ask his boyfriend for sex, something he never saw himself do.
"So… Sosuke…" Makoto moaned, his fingers lifting off the chest to run over his own mouth and throat, his head still looking away from the young man that was his boyfriend, the scene almost too much for Sosuke to take.
"How do you feel?" Sosuke teased softly, his hands rubbing up the strong abdomen and chest, his fingers plucking and tweaking his nipples.
"G-Good," the young man whimpered, "so… so good… So-hah… Sosuke…"
"Yeah…" the larger breathed, his lips now to Makoto's neck, hands sliding up and down the slim waist, "me too Makoto… you feel so good…"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Yeah," Sosuke encouraged, enjoying the confidence in Makoto's body, "Makoto… I love you…"
"I-I love you too," Makoto whimpered quietly, "so-so much-ah… hah….So… Sosuke…"
Teeth scraped along the sensitive bud, nipping and sucking, making the moans increase, the hands coming to grip at the skull.
"So-Sosuke… cl-close-"
"Me too," the young man whispered, "together Makoto… with me…"
"I-I nyaa… UHGN!"
Makoto's keening cried filled the room as he came, his body arching with his lover still inside him, Sosuke's own face hissing in pleasure as he released inside Makoto, the two left panting and gasping for air in their aftermath.
"So… Sosuke…"
With a hand behind his head, Makoto's lips were brought to Sosuke's, the two sharing an intimate kiss, their hands covering one another's, parting for teal to look into green before Makoto collapsed to Sosuke's chest, his body adjusting to lie close to his boyfriend's.
"I'm sorry."
Weakly looking up, the emerald orbs looked towards Sosuke's own teal, the young man reaching to pull a blanket over their weary forms.
"I'm sorry for worrying you…" he pressed, his thumb rubbing over the young man's shoulder.
"It's my fault," Makoto pressed quietly, a finger touching his lips.
"No… it's not," Sosuke shook his head, his hand bending over to reach for his pants, "because… this is why… I've been avoiding you…"
Confused, the young man looked towards the velvet box in Sosuke's hand, a hand clamping to his mouth as the young man pulled open the box, a simple gold band resting snuggly between the fabric.
"Makoto…" the brunette barely heard the deep voice whispering to him, "marry me?"
There were no words Makoto had for Sosuke, no words he could find, nothing he could say, save for one little word.
"Yes…"
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