This chapter is rated M because it includes hardcore lemon - well as hardcore as I can write it; which might not actually be hardcore LOL.

All The Way: All Its Charms And Disasters

The shrieking laughter-like calls of gulls vied with the sound of waves crashing onto the golden sand. The sun in the cloudless blue sky shone hotly on the beach. People lay on their stomachs on towels, sat under parasols, played in the sand or swam in the warm ocean.

Alviss was resting on the sand, watching Rolan splash about in the waves. He stretched his back and arms, yawning widely. The day's outing to the beach had tired him almost thoroughly. He realised that Rolan was stumbling up the dry sand towards him, a contented smile playing on his soft pink lips. His long brown-blonde hair was dripping wet and matted; his naked chest was pale, with a hint of a rib cage as he inhaled. Goosebumps littered his skinny arms.

He arrived by Alviss's side in a flourish, sitting on his lap and kissing him on the lips. "Hello, beautiful," he said cheerfully.

Alviss grunted in reply, still uncomfortable about being so openly gay in public.

"Come swim," Rolan moaned, standing to his feet and tugging at Alviss's arm. "Come on." Alviss didn't move. He yawned again.

"No. Let's go home. I'm tired," he answered tiredly.

"Aw, but..." Rolan started. He looked into his eyes and saw the exhaustion in them. The longer he stared into them; he seemed to see a glint of a peculiar longing buried deep in them.

He concocted a plan right then and there to get Alviss to go all the way with him. He was ready; he hardly even felt light-headed during his climax. After seeing that glint in his love's eye, he knew that Alviss was as ready as he was.

That night Rolan lay in bed, his heart pounding in his chest. Alviss was still in the lounge finishing his conversation with Nanashi. He was nervously awaiting his return.

The curtains were drawn, the scented candles were lit and dried rose petals were strewn around the room. Thanks to the help of Nanashi, Rolan felt that he had created the best romantic atmosphere. He had softened his skin with coconut cream and his hair smelt of strawberries. A bottle of lubricant sat on the table beside the bed. He had made the bed with his own silken and velvet sheets. He was ready.

Alviss finished his chat and said goodnight, walking up the hallway to his room. He opened his door and was assaulted by the smell of fragrance, roses, coconut and strawberries. He peered into the gloom.

"Rolan? What are you doing?" he asked apprehensively.

"Come in."

Alviss came into his room, closing the door behind him. He squinted in the dark, locating Rolan lying in bed. He flicked on the light switch - the flickering light of the candles distorted his sight. As he saw what Rolan had done to their room he felt a nauseating mixture of several emotions: amazement, concern, arousement and apprehension.

"No, don't turn on the lights!" Rolan snapped at him. Alviss turned them off again and stumbled over to the bed, sitting next to the small form that was curled up under the covers.

"What have you got planned?" Alviss asked him suspiciously.

"Not much," he replied slyly, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Alviss's waist, kissing the side of his neck delicately. Alviss frowned.

"You're up to something..." he accused.

"What makes you think that?" Rolan replied, running his warm tongue down the length of his neck.

"The candles, the rose petals, the bottle of lubricant and... you," Alviss pointed out with a shiver as the feeling of Rolan's tongue sliding across his skin sent ticklish sensations throughout his body, making his groin stir.

"'Me'? What do you mean?" Rolan questioned as he kissed Alviss's neck, running his hands from Alviss's waist down to his thighs.

"You... smell nice," was all that Alviss could manage. He felt like a cat as Rolan ran his hands over his body and hair. He wanted to purr. Instead, he lay down with his eyes half-closed and let Rolan straddle him.

Rolan had no idea why he was doing all the work as he stripped off Alviss's shirt. He kissed, licked and sucked as he made his way down Alviss's chest, being fuelled by the sounds of his moans. He stopped, sitting back on his knees and staring down at Alviss.

"It's your turn," he said, rolling off him and lying on his back next to him. Alviss grunted and rolled over, mounting Rolan. He took off his top, getting turned on more by the sight of the man's vulnerable chest. He ran his hands over the smooth pale skin, his fingers lingering on the rosy erect nipples. He kissed Rolan on the neck and ran his tongue down his skin. He played around by his rib cage, feeling turned on by the grooves and slight bumps. Rolan groaned, his body shuddering with suppressed passion.

"I want you in me," he muttered. Alviss looked down at him. His eyes were needy; his whole body seemed to yearn for him to fill him. But he was nervous.

"If we do this, it might never be the same... We may never be able to love each other again," he voiced his concerns to the man.

"But it could strengthen our relationship further... I love you too much to leave you," Rolan replied. He wrapped his arms around Alviss's neck. "I want this Al... I want you to complete me."

"I've never done it before," Alviss added, really not wanting to do it and finding any excuse to convince Rolan otherwise.

"Neither have I."

Alviss sighed, lying back on top of the small body and kissing him. He searched deep down and found that queer urge. He wanted to make Rolan happy. He wanted to heal the man with his love.

"Let's go the extra mile," he whispered into Rolan's ear, sending shivers down his spine. No more was said.

Alviss took off Rolan's pants and underwear in one tug. Rolan sat up awkwardly and pulled off his pants as well. He flopped back down onto his back and smiled up at Alviss, encouraging him with his eyes. Alviss stroked him, touching his exposed erection. He stopped briefly to pour some of the lubricant onto his fingers.

Guessing what to do next, he reached underneath Rolan and slid into his tight hole.

Rolan gasped as he felt a peculiar sensation in him. He moved down a bit, wanting Alviss to go deeper. A sharp pain pierced through his body as Alviss circled around. He's stretching me out, he dumbly realised, enjoying it too much to think straight. He moved his legs and arched his back so Alviss could excess it easier. He was working his way deeper and deeper into Rolan.

A sudden explosion of absolute euphoria gripped Rolan as Alviss's fingers brushed over his prostate deep inside him. His hips rocked and he gasped, his pulsating cock dripping with pre-cum. He held on, not wanting to go over the edge just yet.

Even though he had never done this before and he even didn't know what he was doing, Alviss was confident that he was doing it well. Rolan was stretching wider then tightening again around him, making him want to feel it around his own erection. He pulled his fingers out of Rolan and prepared to enter Rolan. Tonight was the night that they both were going to lose their virginity.

He let Rolan roll onto his front and then slid in slowly, the feeling of the warm tightness around his cock brought tears to his eyes. Rolan was squirming slightly, struck by intense pleasure and slight pain. He was amazed that something so big could fit into his seemingly small hole.

They both sighed, relaxing awhile as Alviss completely penetrated him. Panting now, Rolan turned his head and stared up at Alviss.

He felt a bit scared as he saw the expression on his face. It took him awhile to calm down and remember that it was Alviss. For some reason, he saw Phantom lying on top of him.

Alviss exited half-way only to go back in. This movement came to him came to him almost naturally and it felt extraordinary. Rolan gasped and lunged his hips enjoying the friction. He clutched at Alviss, wanting to hold onto something. He twisted his head to glance over his shoulder, trying to see what Alviss being in him looked like. He couldn't see much so he closed his eyes, starting to get scared. He didn't know why he felt like this. He wanted this.

He saw Phantom's evil face twist and swim against his eyelids. He heard the laughter. Slowly, he was slipping away from his body. "No," Rolan screamed at him. "You can't take this away from me! I don't want you to control me anymore."

The spirit of Phantom looked aghast. He spat at Rolan and growled "Fine. You don't need me anymore." An extreme pain pierced his chest.

Rolan cried, snapping his eyes open. Alviss sat next to him, looking nervous. Everything down there felt lighter.

"Are you alright?" Alviss asked, stroking his sweaty forehead.

"What happened?"

"I think you fainted again," he said incuriously. Rolan rolled over, frowning.

"I'm so sorry," he apologised. He couldn't remember fainting, but he didn't want to tell Alviss this. "You were real good," he reassured him. Alviss lay next to him, smiling. They hugged, Rolan calming. They fell asleep together in each other's arms.

In the room beside them, Nanashi lay awake. His green eyes were wide and his face pale. He shuddered in disgust, sick boiling in his stomach. The sounds of moaning and thumping coming from next door had thoroughly disturbed him. "Al... I... never thought ya had it... in ya," he muttered as mental images flashed across his mind. In a rush, he ran to the toilet with his hands over his mouth.