- EPILOGUE
Shizuo slid his palm softly across Psyche's cheek and into his hair, noticing the silicone feel of his flesh and the silkiness of his hair. The overwhelmingness of his emotions and adrenaline were sweeping through his system, taking control. He felt his fingers curl in the back of Psyche's hair, tightening until they were pulling. Psyche moaned softly and Shizuo snapped, pushing his tongue deep into Psyche's mouth. Shizuo's other hand pulled Psyche into his lap. Psyche let out a small whimper as he was forcefully grinded against, placing his hands on the bed on either side of Shizuo's face. Shizuo ran his hands against Psyche's stomach under his shirt, feeling the slight curves of artificial bones and muscles and the indentation of a false navel. He continued sliding his hands upwards, marveling at the strange artificial heartbeat, eventually pulling off the shirt and tossing it aside. He pushed Psyche backwards and crawled between his legs, kissing up his chest to his neck. He bit down and sucked, leaving a purpleish mark behind. He nipped at Psyche's earlobe before asking breathily, "Is this okay?" The huskiness of his voice left Psyche unable to respond, bucking into Shizuo instead. "Tell me what you want, Psyche." Psyche fought back a moan, "Anything. Everything. Teach me. Show me."
Shizuo licked inside Psyche's ear and down his neck before biting his collarbone. His fingers raked across Psyche's titanium rib bones, pressing into the realistic spaces between, digging for a reaction as he licked his sternum. Psyche reacted verbally and physically, clearly unused to this kind of stimulation. Shizuo dug his thumbs into the curvy dips in Psyche's hip bones while slipping his tongue inside his navel. Psyche instinctively wound his fingers through Shizuo's hair, trying to encourage him. To do what, exactly, Psyche was unsure. He just knew he needed it. Shizuo delivered. He slid his fingers under the waistband of Psyche's jeans, unfastening the button and zipper before slowly pulling them and his underwear down to remove them. Shizuo stopped abruptly, seeing Psyche completely unclothed for the first time left him in awe.
Psyche was flawless. You'd never guess he wasn't completely human if you didn't already know, and even then there would be doubt. Psyche was enjoying the attention, blood rushing to his face at the sight of Shizuo's blown pupils. With Psyche's fingers still in his hair, Shizuo descended to Psyche's hip, pressing kisses in a downward line to the inside of Psyche's thigh. Psyche whined Shizuo's name and tugged at his hair. Shizuo turned his head slightly to allow a warm gust of breath to ghost across Psyche's member. The grip in his hair tightened and coaxed him none too gently into position. Shizuo found himself taking most of Psyche into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the vein along the underside of his erection. Shizuo took a brief instant to notice that Psyche had almost no scent of his own save for a hint of plastic. When Psyche felt the approach of an unfamiliar sensation, he yanked Shizuo's head up to his mouth for a savage kiss. Utterly breathless, Psyche managed a pleading, "Shizuo, I need more. Please, show me."
Shizuo was past the point of no return. His shaking hands unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down his hips. He spit into his hand and slicked up his cock, pressing gently against Psyche's entrance. Psyche was radically unprepared for the sensation and twisted his fingers into the sheets, torn between pain and pleasure. Psyche cried out as Shizuo entered him completely, his hands flying from the sheets to dig his nails into Shizuo's back. Shizuo struggled to start a slow rhythm, gradually increasing his speed. Psyche was trembling, out of his mind with pleasure, panting and moaning against Shizuo's neck. Shizuo realized that if he focused hard enough, he could feel the metallic joints functioning in Psyche's knees and shoulders. Shizuo felt himself getting closer and closer and quickly spit into his hand again, this time wrapping his moistened fingers around Psyche's member, stroking him to completion shortly before reaching his own. Psyche cried out something resembling Shizuo's name as he scratched welts across the expanse of Shizuo's back. Shizuo bit Psyche's shoulder to muffle his own cry.
Shizuo easily held himself above Psyche, looking down at him with blatant adoration. Psyche smiled up at him and kissed his nose. Shizuo dropped down on top of Psyche, burying his nose in the crook of Psyche's neck to hide his embarrassment. Psyche just smiled to himself and lovingly wrapped his arms around Shizuo. "I love you, Shizuo-chan." His response was muffled. "What? Shizuo-chan, how am I supposed to understand what you are saying when you speak like that?" "I said after what we just did, why are you still using honorifics?" Psyche laughed a tinkling laugh and offered a half-hearted apology. "I am sorry, Shizuo." Shizuo muttered something else in response. "Shizuo, really. I cannot understand you at all." Shizuo shouted through his embarrassment, "I SAID I LOVE YOU TOO" before burying his face in Psyche's neck again. Psyche just laughed softly and patted Shizuo's back, pulling the covers over them and hoping that Shinra equipped him with the ability to dream.