A/N: This is probably my first time writing any hard smut.
It's quite a bit more difficult than I expected. How can I put it…? I guess I have a new respect for all the fine folk out there who write erotica.
Also, this chapter is for adults only. Like, 100% "not for children", as Nezumi might say.
"My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite."
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet.
Shion is trying to organize some of the bookshelves when he sees the front door open out of the corner of his eye. Strange as usual, Nezumi peeks in cautiously through the crack in the door before coming all the way inside.
A mouse on Shion's squeaks in greeting.
Nezumi grumbles under his breath as he tosses himself onto the sofa.
"Did you say something–"
"–Yes! Didn't I tell you not to mess around with my books? I know exactly where everything is."
"Well, you didn't exactly say not to touch them," Shion says, recalling that conversation. "And besides, you never know where they are. You're always running around yelling–'Where is Macbeth?', or 'Shion, what did you do with Faust?'–Even when I haven't touched them, you're always blaming me when you go looking for something."
Shion places a book on the shelf. "At least now I can tell you where it is."
Nezumi grunts, but doesn't try and retaliate.
When did this guy start making himself so comfortable in his house?
The thought of his books being all messed up put him in a bad mood. Nezumi decides now is as good a time as any to drink some of the whiskey he has squirreled away.
He pulls aside the wooden board that transforms his chest into a table. He unlocks the chest with the key he keeps around his neck, and retrieves the whiskey.
It was a gift, and is an exceptional vintage for the West Block. A small fortune in an amber bottle.
"You drink, Nezumi? I didn't take you for the type."
Shion has finished shelving his arm-full of books and starts pestering Nezumi, instead.
"Rarely, but you've driven me to it like a nagging shrew of a wife drives her husband to drink." Nezumi pours a shot into a cup and pounds it back.
"Oh come on, don't exaggerate so much. You're really difficult to live with sometimes, too." Shion huffs.
Nezumi glares back, downing a second bitter shot. "If I'm difficult to live with, the door's over there. I'm not keeping you hostage or anything."
"Nezumi… are you throwing me out? I didn't really mean–"
Nezumi sighs. Is he gonna cry or something?
"I'm not throwing you out, but you can leave if I'm such a terribly difficult person."
"I just meant it takes getting used to, living with another person. Besides, I haven't finished Romeo and Juliette yet."
"They both die."
"Nezumi, you ruined the ending!" Shion flops down next to Nezumi on the couch.
Nezumi sighs and hits a third shot.
"It's a tragedy, idiot. Everybody dies."
"Yeah, but don't you want to hope for them… that it'll work out?"
"It's a tragedy Shion, but everybody dies. That's how life is, too. In the end, everyone ends up dead. It's about the struggle."
"It's about more than the struggle. It's about the moments like these, too." Shion catches Nezumi's gaze, and a familiar spark fires down Shion's spine.
Shion leans over and kisses Nezumi.
'This idiot, what is this about?' Nezumi's head spins a little and he closes his eyes.
Nezumi hasn't thought about doing it, but he's grabbing a handful of Shion's hair and pulling him closer. His tongue licks along Shion's lips. They open as Shion takes in a gasp. Nezumi's tongue darts in, wrapping itself around Shion's. Darting out, back in, licking his lips.
Nezumi breaks the kiss and places a line of kisses down Shion's neck.
Shion pulls back. "N-nezumi, are you thinking straight? The alcohol isn't disrupting your decision-making skills, is it?"
"You're killing the mood, talking so much."
Truthfully, Nezumi hasn't really thought about it, but he doesn't really care. He's had one-night stands before, so what?
Right now, he's thinking of how hard he is, and why shouldn't that be enough of a reason?
"You reacted differently than I thought… I thought… you were just going to yell at me or something."
"So you're saying I completely misjudged your intentions?" Nezumi's gaze was cool, and he suddenly moves away from Shion.
"N-no! Nezumi, I really am — I don't even know how to express what I feel when I'm around you. Like I'm drawn to you…"
Only that idiot can say something like that so seriously. Does he really have no pride at all?
"Well then, do you want to or not?" Nezumi's patience is wearing thin.
"I just don't want it to be something we regret later."
Again, Shion's face is completely serious. Nezumi is floored. "What are you, a teenage girl? You either want to or you don't."
"I want to–" Shion answers with no hesitation.
"–Then get over here."
Nezumi pushes Shion's back against the bed, and then falls neatly on top of him.
He pins Shion's hands above his head with one hand, and his other hand runs up Shion's stomach and chest, pulling his shirt up.
Shion's body feels almost numb, but Nezumi's fingers draw blazing trails of sensation. He is painfully aware of how aroused he is, his cock pressed tight against the crotch of his pants.
Would Nezumi just take them off already? But Nezumi only pushes them down a little and places little kisses down the curves of hips.
Shion's heart races, beating too quickly. He's torn between wanting Nezumi to keep going like that, and hurry up and–
"Ahh…" A moan escapes Shion's lips as Nezumi finally unbuttons Shion's pants and takes his cock into his hand.
He strokes it lighly, moving slowly. Nezumi's almost at his limit, but Shion is almost shaking, and Nezumi wants to tease him a little more.
"Nezumi, I–" Shion's eyes close and a moan escapes his lips again.
Nezumi stops, and leans in to whisper in Shion ear. "You what?"
Shion could almost hear him purring in satisfaction.
"I want to hear you say it." Nezumi starts rubbing Shion's cock again, faster this time.
Shion cries out, "Nezumi — Ahh!" He's going to come any second now, just…
"–Don't stop–" Shion gasps, and the words slip from his mouth.
Shion is trembling under Nezumi's hand.
Nezumi suddenly slows down, long, slow strokes all the way down his shaft.
Shion loses control of his hips, grinding and thrusting into Nezumi's tight grip.
A shudder runs through Shion and he's coming into Nezumi's hand. Shion pants breathlessly as his body sinks into the mattress.
Nezumi yanks Shion's pants off, and then nibbles and kisses the inside of his thigh.
Nezumi pulls his shirt off and unbuttons his own pants.
"I'm almost at my limit." Nezumi grabs Shion's legs and yanks hum to the edge of the bed, then leans in and kisses him deeply.
"Just breathe deep, and relax," Nezumi instructs.
Nezumi presses two fingers into Shion's mouth. "Get them nice and wet."
Nezumi yanks Shion's pants off, and then nibbles and kisses the inside of his thigh.
"You still didn't say it yet." Nezumi pulls his shirt off and unbuttons his own pants. "I want to hear His Majesty beg to be fucked."
"Nezumi, p-please… fuck me…"
Nezumi cock jerks appreciatively.
"I'm almost at my limit." Nezumi grabs Shion's legs and yanks him to the edge of the bed, then leans in and kisses him deeply.
Nezumi pulls away and presses two fingers into Shion's mouth. "Get them nice and wet."
Shion's tongue dances around Nezumi's fingers, and he wants Shion to do that to his cock — but he's too close. He'd never get to the final act if he let Shion blow him.
His fingers pop out of Shion's mouth, but are quickly replaced with his tongue.
Shion's tongue glides around Nezumi's.
"Hhaa–" Shion pants. He feels Nezumi's finger circles around his ass.
"Just breathe deep, and relax," Nezumi instructs. "I'm going put a finger in."
True to his word, Nezumi's finger presses gently inside. He works it in and out in the same steady rhythm he'd used on Shion's cock moments before.
Nezumi sinks a second finger inside Shion, working him open. Shion's cock is throbbing hard again.
Nezumi spits on his hand, and works it along his shaft. "Usually, I'd have lube, but you're going to have to make do with this for tonight."
Shion's stomach flips in anticipation.
"Just remember to keep breathing, and don't wuss out before it's all the way in."
Shion feels Nezumi's cock bump against his ass. Nezumi pushes in and Shion swears he's going to rip.
No way it's going to fit, no way…
"Keep breathing…" Nezumi whispers.
"It… hurts." Shion grunts.
"Only until it's all the way in. Bear with it."
Shion really feels like his ass is going to rip apart.
God, it's too much, it's too big, it'll never–
Shion gasps as the last of Nezumi's shaft buries inside him.
Nezumi kisses Shion. "All in now. Wasn't so bad, was it?" Nezumi's voice is deep and breathless.
Nezumi starts moving his hips again, his lips trailing along the crook of Shion's neck.
Nezumi was right–now that he's all the way in, the pain has faded.
Shion only feels the throbbing thickness of Nezumi inside him now.
Nezumi sets a quick pace, churning Shion's insides, and he hits a spot that makes Shion gasp and buck against him.
"Ahhh, yes… yes–just like that," Shion breathes.
Nezumi feels Shion's entrance tighten, and Nezumi lets out a few moans of his own. "Shion… you are… unbelievably–"
Stars burst in Shion's vision. He can't focus on seeing right now. He closes his eyes and just feels…
"God, Shion," Nezumi gasps. He can't control his pace anymore, and he is thrusting as hard as he can into Shion's tight hole.
"Nezumi!" Shion buries his hands in Nezumi's hair, pulling his head against Shion's chest.
Nezumi can feel Shion coming. Shion's entrance becomes unbelievably tight, even tighter than before.
"Haa-ahn," Shion breathes. "N-nezumi…"
A white-hot arc flows through Shion's body right down through his cock. His cum flows onto his stomach and pools there.
Nezumi can't hold back. He pulls out quickly, stroking his aching cock.
"Hhhaa–" He spills his load onto the pool of Shion's cum, and falls beside him on the bed.
Nezumi awakes to a soft scratching from the front door. Even though the sound is minute–and his room is quite far from the door–Nezumi hears it like it is at his bedroom door.
Nezumi pushes Shion's slender figure aside and gets out of bed.
Completely oblivious. Shion barely even bats and eyelid as Nezumi dresses quickly.
At the front door, Nezumi finds one of Inukashi's dogs. The morning light needles Nezumi's eyes, leaving him nearly blind. His head is pounding, too.
This is the reason I don't drink.
"Get out of here, whatever Inukashi's selling, I don't want it," Nezumi growls at the dog.
The dog barks, and runs past Nezumi.
"Hey, you little bastard–get out of here!"
The dog scampers down the tunnel to Nezumi's bedroom.
Oh no you don't. You are not getting wet dog smell all over my things.
Nezumi takes off down the tunnel after the dog. In the bedroom, the dog hss made itself comfortable on Nezumi's bed, curled up on Shion's legs while he pet the damned thing.
"Nezumi, is this one of Inukashi's dogs?"
"What–? Of course it's one of Inukashi's," Nezumi yells. "Get it off my bed!"
"Croissant slept in the bed with us last night," Shion points out.
"What? Is Croissant one of the mice? You're naming them now?" Nezumi is exasperated. Why is he going around naming the damned mice. They don't need names. "Just get it off my bed already, his fur is going to make my blankets all musty!"
Nezumi goes to push the dog off the bed, and the dog snaps at this hand. Nezumi pulls back and glares.
"Shion, I'm serious. Get it off my bed." Nezumi's voice is a guttural rumble.
"Calm down," Shion sighs. "Come on boy, down."
The dog hops off the bed and sits smartly.
I'll kill that fucking dog, and his good-for-nothing master, too.
"See, he would have moved if you asked nicely."
Shion gives the dog a gentle pat on the head.
"Whose side are you on anyways," Nezumi huffs.
"I wasn't taking sides or anything. I meant, sometimes things are easier if you don't try to do them with force."
"Whatever. Inukashi probably sent this guy to fetch you, so go see what he wants. Make sure his mutt leaves with you." Nezumi disappears down the tunnel. "I'm going to take a long, hot bath. Don't bother me."
Shion thinks Nezumi's sour expression looks incredibly cute.
Nezumi drank too much, but he won't admit he's hung over.
Shion finds his clothes tossed over the foot board. He's the one who needs a shower, considering–
Not a good time to be thinking about that.
He gets dressed quickly, throwing on his pants, and heads out of the house, shimmying into his shirt. The dog leads the way to Inukashi's.