Beta Read by Kalana Fox (if you haven't read her adorable one-shots for this pairing, do so...after you've read ma chapter XD).
Yoite blinked for a moment at Miharu's statement, and how openly blunt he was. He pulled the boy down into a hot kiss; Miharu cupped the older one's face, feeling accomplished. He wanted to experience that aggression, that fire that existed from earlier.
The two lovebird's lips distanced themselves, and Miharu brought Yoite's pants back up and maneuvered off of him. Sitting on his bottom, Miharu began unbuttoning his shirt, he lifted his head to look at the ceiling and then at Yoite.
"Close your eyes," he requested. Yoite did, even covering the closed lids with his hands. It was such an adorable scene.
Yoite could hear the sound of a clothing item ruffle. He wondered what Miharu had in mind.
"Okay, you can open them, Yoite." The taller male opened his eyes to witness his love, legs sprawled out, with the over-sized shirt unbuttoned, a bottle of body oil that God only knew where he found, and wearing his uniform skirt...his hard cock tenting it from underneath. The boy looked clearly enticing...
"Oh, Miharu...So, this is what you really want?"
"Well, isn't it what you want?" asked the horny little boy. "Why ask that question when you needed to taste me so badly after knowing me for such a short time?"
Miharu was right...and wrong. Yoite couldn't help himself. He can't help himself, yet he's still known Miharu longer than the boy could possibly know as of right now. Despite Miharu not remembering, he felt a bit of happiness grow inside him that the boy continued to feel such an intense attraction.
Miharu crawled back on the futon, sitting across from the open-shirted Yoite. He sat with his shoulders back so his hands could balance him, legs partially overlapping Yoite's.
"Hey, Yoite? Let's stay together forever," Miharu said sweetly, and then blinked. Yoite shut his eyes; he thought he could cry from hearing those words.
"I've said that before...I know I have, but to who?" Out of nowhere, the now silent Shinrabanshou's previous words rattled in the boy's head. The exciting mood that was present just moments ago was now completely gone.
'The two of you finally met.' It played like a CD on repeat; it was loud. Miharu couldn't hear Yoite, who was speaking right to him. The older one's hand now rested on the frightened Miharu's shoulder, giving him light shakes in an attempt to bring him back to the outside world.
Miharu's hands trembled and found their way to Yoite's chest, resting themselves against the warm skin. Yoite's hands lay atop Miharu's, and tears streamed down the younger one's face.
"M-Miharu. Do you remember...?"
Miharu's head fell limp, and he sobbed. His hands slid through Yoite's they rested on the older boy's lap. Miharu gazed up, puffy eyes and a tear stained face.
"I...I don't. I don't remember...you. I can't remember any moments we shared." At those words, Yoite turned his head to the left and looked down, not knowing whether to feel rejection or relief.
"B-but, I know that you are precious to me...and the one who I promised I would erase...which I could not keep. Just like I couldn't keep my mom's promise..." the sullen boy wiped his eyes and face, "Why...aren't you mad that I did not grant your wish?"
Yoite bent down, lowering his head to rest under Miharu's chin. He inhaled Miharu's sweet essence, and embraced the boy slowly.
"I had doubts, Miharu. You were so sad. I've never seen someone more upset and lonely as I." Miharu's arms unconsciously wrapped themselves around the speaking boy. "Both of us were actually smiling as I disappeared, but my spirit saw your broken soul. I understood there was nothing I could do at that point."
Miharu sniffled, "I'm sorry. I am unable to remember what I actually wished for. Maybe I did erase the regretful things you had done in the Nabari world."
"Well, your wish somehow got me into that cat form for certain," Yoite stated, lifting his head and looking at Miharu face to face.
"...You were the cat," Miharu slowly affirmed, "The cat Mr. Yukimi coincidentally named 'Yoite'...?"
"That's right, Miharu." Yoite smiled. Miharu smiled as well, and blushed, thinking of all the times he and cat Yoite cuddled together.
"Are you alright, Yoite? Is it okay that I don't recall our other life together?" Miharu asked with a glum face.
"My wish...was to be erased and forgotten. Our time together, Miharu, stood mostly unpleasant. You should realize this, being in the world of Nabari. And...I'm certainly against you reliving when I..." Yoite needn't say the word. He pulled Miharu close. "In the end, I also wanted you to smile; to be happy in the future. I've seen that smile of yours more often since."
"Mhmm..." Miharu commented as he caressed his face over the top of Yoite's chest. "I told myself that I wouldn't be able to live if the memories resurfaced..." he said guiltily, "Therefore, I am content, content and full of joy that I know who you are, despite all of the missing pieces. You're aware that I felt like I knew you from the moment I saw your curious eye peering in my direction."
"And you understand why I didn't just jump out and suspect openly that you'd remember me," said Yoite.
Miharu nodded. "Other than the fact that it was fun to play with someone who didn't know you at all, yes, I understand," said the young ninja, trying to hold in a giggle. A blush streaked over Yoite's face. It really felt nice to be the victim of Miharu's devilish ways.
Miharu sighed in relaxation as his tears completely stopped falling. He lifted his head and licked the nape of his love's neck.
"My territory markings disappeared," Miharu said half displeased as he stroked Yoite's neck where he sucked on earlier.
"Th-they've just evaporated under my skin. I'm completely yours, Miharu," stated Yoite teasingly. Everything was at ease with them again, and he knew there still stood something Miharu wanted.
Needed?
"This is so intangible; more so now that I know you are the one I've wanted to see and have forever..." whispered Miharu into his soulmate's ear. Yoite melted from such beautiful words; he planted shy kisses all about the side of the younger boy's face.
"Someone's brother isn't home yet," the little devil pointed out with an inward grin.
"Mhm," acknowledged a smiling Yoite. He placed Miharu down on the soft futon, giving kisses to the boy's exposed chest and stomach. He undid the last few buttons of his own pajama shirt and shook the garment off. Miharu moaned as Yoite used his mouth's pink appendage to fondle his nipples. He began perspiring from the sensation.
Yoite proceeded to make slow and hard licks over the other boy's lower belly. Miharu was still so skinny; no amount of fat on him, it seemed.
Miharu shuffled his hips both in response to the licking and because he needed Yoite's chin to feel his rebounded erection. Yoite made a pleased sigh in reaction to Miharu's...reaction. His face lowered and the skirt was lifted back. Miharu looked at himself and thought he grew much bigger than the last time. As the raven-haired boy's hand held the organ, assertive licks and kisses were given along the length whilst a thumb massaged the tip. Miharu wriggled his limbs and moaned while watching Yoite.
With a few more pleasuring exertions, Yoite lifted his body away from Miharu's aroused and sweaty form, which caused Miharu to let out a frustrated cry as if he was just about to have a bite of the most delectable dessert ever made, only to have it snatched away.
"You're too easily excited, you know?" observed a slightly tittering Yoite.
Miharu narrowed his eyes and put on a pouting face for his partner. "But Yoite does things to my poor young body. I have no defenses." Next, Miharu decided on taking his foot and massaging the older boy's stomach for awhile before focusing on pressing against his hardening crotch.
"Ooh..." Yoite moaned to the touch.
"Yoite likes it too, when things are done to him," affirmed Miharu as he stared at his foot that continued its ministrations over the now hot area. Thereafter, his toes curled underneath the pants, tugging at them. Yoite understood the signal and sat up more to slide the pants all the way off, feeling a bit strange as he willingly exposed his whole body.
Miharu let out a pleasured moan just from the sight of the naked Yoite above him. Their eyes met and hearts fluttered as each one's gaze was being pulled into the other.
Cheeks were hot pink and breaths were haggard. They couldn't return what was about to be offered to them, and that was okay.
Yoite reached out his hand and entwined his fingers with Miharu's, bringing the boy's hand to his mouth to kiss each slender digit. Green eyes closed and a pleased murmur left the soft lips below them.
With a lick to the back of the younger boy's hand, Yoite gently released the hand atop Miharu's upper thigh where he later settled on caressing the warm limb.
The older boy took his hand away and backed up to offer Miharu room to move. The brown-haired ninja sat up, turned over and stood on hands and knees. He rocked those hips for Yoite and purred. Yoite's eyes moved with Miharu's hips. He got on his knees promptly, lifted the skirt up and kissed Miharu's smooth butt. Rolling the skirt over more, he licked the boy's tail bone, eliciting a mewl from Miharu's lips and a quiver from his legs. How satisfied the older one was to be able to give Miharu such pleasure.
Placing the skirt back down, he took the oil from Miharu's side, liberally coating his fingers with the shiny and slippery liquid. Placing his hands in the center of Miharu's legs, he massaged his way over and around the boy's frail thighs and soft bottom. Miharu reacted by shaking and sliding his arms out in front of himself so they touched the wooden strips of the floor. This assisted him in arching his backside up more for his love to access easier.
'How does he have such skill? Could I maintain pleasing him just as well?' Miharu pondered with closed eyes and a sweaty brow.
His demon fire flickered again. The boy brought one hand back and coated his fingers with the oil from his thigh. Yoite stopped his actions and gave a puzzled expression. With his face directed at his partner, the younger boy promptly brought a finger to his tight entrance, slowly making the long digit disappear inside.
Yoite's mouth gaped in surprise. A pleased expression then painted his face at the sight of Miharu ravishing himself for his lover. The young, borderline glistening boy pleasingly whimpered at his own thrusts and contact with the sensitive spot within. Even with lubrication, he was tight, but it didn't stop him from inserting a second digit and bringing it in harmony with his other one. Whimpering became moaning as it only felt better with the extra finger. The boy almost lost his balance.
He panted Yoite's name with flushing cheeks. His thrusts sped up and then reluctantly slowed down so Yoite could have his turn. He tenderly stroked the back of his slick thigh after removing the fingers, probably not caring his skirt became stained with oil.
Yoite's body was turned on more than ever. Miharu doing such a seducing action...it was like another transformation.
In moments, Yoite grabbed the oil bottle again and poured the liquid on a few fingers. His hand reached down to rub it over his hot arousal, moaning from the touch.
He wiped his slippery fingers off with a tissue and moved closer to Miharu who stayed put in the more comfortable position he held earlier. He turned his head back to face the doorway for a moment to relax his neck but was soon gazing lovingly at the older boy again. The setting sun outside drew the light closer to the window; glowing against Miharu's face and making him appear more beautiful.
The young ninja's eyes looked as if they were repeating 'I love you' and 'Never leave again.' Yoite exhaled a fluttered breath and bent down to give love to Miharu's back. He rolled the shirt back and planted open kisses upon the smoothness.
"I love you. I love..." he proclaimed whilst his mouth was pressed against damp skin. Miharu lifted a hand and stroked the top of Yoite's head. The hand traveled to Yoite's hot cheek, then whisked away. The older boy elevated himself a little and slowly pushed himself inside Miharu's warmth, hearing a mewl escape the boy below him as his own mouth parted in surprise to how good it felt to be one with this boy; his soulmate.
His thrusts stayed steady along with his pleased moans. Miharu whimpered and panted as Yoite was big enough to hit that wonderful spot inside him over and over again.
"M-Miharu."
Yoite couldn't help but force himself in and out of Miharu, knowing that the younger one would thrill over the speed in combination with the tight grip Yoite's hands kept on his oily thighs.
"Yoite. Yoite," the arched boy let out in pants. Sweat trailed and dripped down both of their bodies. Miharu's eyes closed tight once in awhile as his head rested slightly rotated at his love, and Yoite held his eyes half open, simply struck by the lovely figure underneath him. The azure-eyed boy's hand sneaked past Miharu's thigh and under the skirt to grasp that ever heady organ. He rubbed Miharu at a medium pace whilst maintaining his passionate thrusts. Miharu cried his name as so many sensations were taking over him. He felt the tightness in his groin, tighter than he remembered...
"Miharu..." Yoite knew he was approaching something amazing in turn. Breathing hitched, and his Miharu cried blissfully in a powerful climax. Yoite's waiting hand luckily caught his hot stickiness before it could be left obvious upon the bed. Jerking his hips, Yoite elicited uneven groans of mirth as his orgasm streamed out of his body for the very first time, leaving itself marked inside of Miharu.
Yoite's legs felt uneasy; he toppled over the flushed Miharu. They both landed straight, their hearts beat together, and the younger boy's hand quickly clasped onto Yoite's as his small body caught its breath.
The older boy at least moved half way off of Miharu in order to help him breathe better. Miharu brought Yoite's hand to his mouth and simply pressed his heated lips to the knuckles. Yoite's long eye lashes brushed Miharu's neck, making the ninja giggle. The raven-haired beauty was exhausted; they were both exhausted. What they shared was amazing; more stunning than anything else they had experienced together.
Yoite's eyes burst open and his ears flickered to footsteps in the halls. He may not have been a ninja at this point, but he still retained some skills. Miharu's eyes stayed closed, as if he had gone deaf to the world around him.
"Miharu. Get up. Get dressed. Hide," he whispered in a flash. He gathered on sweat pants and a T-shirt, then walked out of the room to wash himself off before the door to the apartment opened.
Miharu sat up. He was tired and just wanted to sleep. Sighing in disappointment, he put on the rest of his clothes. His cheeks brightened to the damp shirt and greasy stain on his skirt.
A door opened and closed with a familiar voice echoing throughout the room. Miharu couldn't stay here. Not now. His eyes averted to the window and he got his feet.
"How was your day, Yoite? Did you finish any homework yet because I need some help with mine..." bashfully stated the boy in the baseball uniform.
"I just got here a few minutes ago, Tsukasa, I was helping someone with a project," lied the older Yoite.
"Ah. Well, then I won't bother you to assist me with my stuff." Tsukasa placed a hand on Yoite's shoulder.
"No, it's fine. I'll help with what I can."
"You're really so kind, Yoite," said the young athlete with a smile, "Every day since those few weeks ago, I've been thankful that you are alive and with me." Yoite embraced him shyly with a 'me too' before going to the refrigerator to get both of them a snack.
"I'm sorry that I continue to say your name so often. Perhaps I should start calling you 'brother'?"
"It's fine. 'Yoite' is rather new to you, after all." assured Yoite with a half-smile as he handed Tsukasa some daifuku.
"Yeah. I'm going to change now." Yoite darted past the younger male and opened their bedroom door to find no one in sight. Soon noticing the bottle of oil and disheveled pajamas, he shoved them underneath his futon before nonchalantly removing schoolbooks from his briefcase.
"Hey, Yoite. What is the rush?" inquired Tsukasa.
"I was just playing a game. I win. I beat you to the room," Yoite confirmed with a fake smile. Though deep inside grew a fondness towards actually humoring himself with the first person to ever acknowledge he existed.
"O-Oh..." commented Tsukasa, feeling his brother was more perky than usual. Yoite was often down in the dumps sometimes due to the guilt he felt for not realizing the boy's kindness all those years ago. Tsukasa understood why he didn't, nonetheless.
"I'm going for walk. I'll be back real soon," said Yoite with a wave and walked out of the apartment.
Miharu sat on the dirty sidewalk to where he transported himself. He clicked the heels of his boots together, waiting for him.
Feet halted beside him, and the boy raised his head to find Yoite's smiling face. He sat down next to Miharu, resting his head in the crook of the boy's shoulder and taking his hand.
"I'm sorry that had to happen. I'll walk with you to the bus stop."
"I assumed you were going to," proudly stated the little devil.
Again, their hands were glued to each other as they walked the few blocks to the bus stop. It was almost half past six now. Miharu would not have been safe walking alone in the dark.
"Ever since I began holding your hand, it felt all too familiar. I'm not sure whether it is because we held hands back then, or the connection I just feel towards you," the young hijutsu holder mentioned.
"I suppose both go hand in hand," said Yoite, not intending to make a pun. The two lovebirds sat on the bench, a middle-aged woman next to them. Once in a while she stared down at Miharu's appearance of dirty clothes and promiscuous looking footwear. Miharu could sense it, but paid no mind. He was not one for fighting, especially not with someone his senior.
The bus pulled up and opened its doors. Miharu brushed his lips over Yoite's.
"I guess I'll see you later," the young boy said with a hint of sadness.
"I really wish you could stay, and I want to see Yukimi again...I just don't know when the time will be right. Maybe I'll never become familiar to him..." Yoite was even more sullen than his companion.
"Hey, it's okay. I'll try to explain things to him," Miharu assured.
"Miharu?"
"Hm?"
"You still think of me as a guy, right? Even though I'm not really one," asked the boy with a flushed face, partly unsure of why he wondered that.
"Of course you're a boy, Yoite. You have a penis," Miharu said confidently before the bus doors closed in front of him.
Yoite was still on the curb after the vehicle drove off, not knowing how to react to that statement. Eventually, a smile printed itself on his face.
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Uuuuuu reached three chapters and it's not over. I could of ended it here...but I have a few more ideas. One more chapter me thinks; maybe two. We'll see~.
Let me know how it was if you can. Even if it's not up to par, I'm sure I'll be continuing, teehehe. *tomato'd*